## Archive-name: white-grape-juice

From: v134hhhy@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (umop apisdn)

Subject: repost re'ah White Grape Juice

Newsgroups: alt.sex

I have been reluctant to post this here, as I do not feel it is up to the caliber of other works posted in this group. however since there has been a general fuss...here it is.

This is just to get back to the normal order of things... Please send me your opinions of this, I am quite curious as to responses, and for good reason which I will explain in a later post.

"Let's just take the day off and relax," you said.

Then you drove through the town and we stopped and watched the horses, and walked to the grocery store. It was such a long walk! We could have, SHOULD have, taken the car, but I wanted to walk. The old woman said that it was _just_ around the corner. I wonder now if you remember. We bought a very large cheese danish simply because it was *gasp* fattening, and we both knew we shouldn't have it. It was SO good though..it was finished before we ever got back to the car. Ah yes, the car. Parked in that special park, where only 4 months before, I had first realized that I loved you.

We got to the car, and decided to just relax. You let the seats back, and gave me a blanket. I stretched out, starting to drift off, as you pulled out a book and began to read. I dozed for a while, then became semi-awake as you asked if I was thirsty. I don't remember answering, but you leaned over as if to kiss me & I slowly realized that you had filled your mouth from the now ice cold jug of white grape juice we had bought. My thirst was quenched rather quickly, but I denied that I was yet satisfied, enjoying the sensations that I was receiving from the attentions of your soft smooth lips. Now that I was fully awake, and of course *slightly* aroused...You returned to reading your book..?! Now wait a minute! Fair is fair I thought. And carefully, so as not to attract your attention I removed my bra leaving me wearing just a T-shirt and jeans. Now! I thought, it's MY turn. I climbed into your lap and asked "Thirsty?"
"A little," you replied. At this I turned so that I was above you, and lifted my shirt slightly. Then I took the jug and poured the juice down my neck letting it run wherever, from the hollow of throat, to the tips of my breasts, and then continuing to my stomach beyond. I noticed your first look of shock turn to one of apparent 'thirst' as you reached for me to quench it. I trembled as I felt your lips and tongue softly sucking at my throat and then continuing downward, ever so slowly until you reached my breasts where you spent so much time and attention, licking, sucking, and caressing with your tongue. And then flicking my nipples gently. I wanted you so badly then. But. We were in a public park...etc etc... *Sigh* And that nice little man kept patrolling back and forth in his nice little car (Can you almost hear the sarcasm here?)

Then I thought about it... Hmmm.... Then a devilish grin appeared on my face... "What?" you asked.

"Oh, nothing," I answered as I took the blanket and turned it across your lap. Then as I crawled under it, "It's just that I'm _still_ Thirsty."

I watched your face, and almost laughed out loud as you slowly realized what I was about to do. You tried to stop me..."do you _know_ where we are?!" (How could I not?) "MmmHmm.." I replied as I slowly unbuckled your belt. As I took the object of m y intentions into my hand, you stopped protesting except in the form of audible sighs. As I caressed you gently, another idea formed in my mind. I surreptitiously reached again for the cold juice and filled my mouth. Then slowly, so as not to spill any, I took you in also. I felt your excitement, but yet, as always. You tried to maintain control. (definitely _not_ what I wanted!) I began swirling the juice around with my tongue and felt you move involuntarily. (Now, _that's_ what I was after! ) I kept this up for a while savoring the taste of you and the juice together. Then I slowly began sucking, watching your response...wait, was that a gulp? Lemme see, I'll try that again... wait, yes ladies and gentlemen, he did indeed gulp! *giggle* Sorry. Anyway... You could only hold out for so long, and you finally began to give in to the pleasure that I was trying to give you. As I felt you began to tremble, I smiled in anticipation. And then when you came I continued what I was doing until that juice was no longer juice but more of a sweetly flavored cream. Then I swallowed and looked up to find you leaning back with your eyes closed trying to control your breathing. Then you reached down and hugged me, saying only "That guy was trying to figure out what the hell was going on, and where _you_ had disappeared to!" (Oh! so that's why he was trying to be so composed! Sorry.) 8-)

Anyway...I'll end this here, and finish another time if you really want to hear more. I am looking for responses to this before I continue, so let me know what you think.

Re'ah

Hmm... Dunno if I should really call this a continuation or not, but... First, let me give you a few clarifying details so that you understand what's actually going on.

I met...Hmmm...Let's call him Michael. Okay, I met Michael about 4 or 5 years ago, and we've been friends for quite a while. Everyone else thought that our relationship was kinda strange, because although we'd sometimes go for 3 or 4 months without seeing each other, we still remained very close friends. He was the person I'd go to whenever I felt really down, or needed help with something. We got along well, sometimes too well...I get uncomfortable when someone knows what I'm thinking before I've said anything, and this was usually the case with both of us.

In time, (this past March in fact,) we realized that we felt more for each other than just friendship. (Call it love. 8-)) A quick description of us here...

He's about 6' tall, built like a football player, although he doesn't have time to play anymore, intelligent, knows a lot about computers and mechanical things. Very logical, at times to the point of being frustrating! usually very open about his feelings etc. Hmm...now me....

This is tough. It's hard to describe yourself clearly. I'm about 5'2", I guess you'd say olive-complected...'interesting' eyes, (or so I've been told)..My mom's from the orient. Too well built for my disposition. I'm very shy, quiet, and reserved. I'm intelligent also...one of those so-called 'Brain's...I don't know enough about computers to qualify for geek.8-) I dislike logic...I operate more on emotions etc.

Our relationship was an interesting one, no other way to describe it. Put two very witty people together, and eavesdroping people tend to get very confused about their conversation! Although in one case, My Mom said jokingly said that we should always make sure there wasn't a tape recorder around...this was during a massage though, so maybe that's why...

Lower. Lower.

Oh.
Here? Yes...Mmmhmm Right there.. [Nope. Go back you missed it. okay, right there. Just stay at that spot, don't move. Why'd you move?!
I didn't! Did TOO!
Ok, ok! Sorry. If it feels good you're not supposed to stop and go somewhere else! That was where I needed it most!

^ At this point my Mom came in to see what was going on!

Anyway....

Where was I? Oh yeah...well, our relationship was an open one, as I could never hold someone against their will. The way I felt was that if you want to stay, stay. If not, go...I'm not really into ownership. Plus, I'm *Blush* how should I put this? Let's just say untouched, while he started things when he was 18 or 19 So the only stipulation on our relationship was honesty...he knew enough about me to know the importance of this...And as our relationship became more serious, he would sometimes remind me of how important it is to any relationship that is to last.

I didn't know much in sexual terms, and I had never wanted to before (much to the aggravation of most of my males friends in high school, and college!) Hmm As a freshman, I was 95 lbs, 34 24 34. But now, I'm not as wiry as I was...sitting down studying tends to do that to a person....Now I'm about 127 38-26-38...Anyway....I loved him so much that I was willing to learn anything! (Well, almost anything) But there were only so many places that we could go to 'practice' Interesting places...elevators, Hmm....I'll just say etc, and let you use your imagination! I can't give away ALL of my secrets!

Anyway, this all led up to the event in the park, which was the beginning of the White Grape Juice saga, as I am going to call it. The next step was when I decided that I didn't want to be so restricted...explanation will be posted later today...That part is Hot...notice the capital 'H' boys and girls! However it is quite lengthy, so be sure that you have ample time to read it... Signing off to go to class...

Re'ah

The Following (to the best of my knowledge) is the closest we'll get to the original.

The following is/was? a special experience that we'd like to share with the board. It might not be exactly what you'd expect from the normal sort of stories on this board as we are not as experienced in such matters as some of you seem to be. But it is a true story. Please let us know what you think... This story is being told by him, and I am only a stenographer of sorts... adding, and editing where necessary...no deletions where allowed though, so I have had to clarify a few fine points... Enjoy.
Re'ah

"Okay, we'll take it." she said. Then with a knowing smile, she turned and began unpacking the car.
The Forest Hotel sat off the main strip, about 5 miles from the crowded tourist section. It looked like something straight out of Mayberry. The U-shaped driveway which led to the separate bungalows was pothole- ridden and speckled with weeds. I kept looking around expecting to see Opie playing with Goober on the front lawn. The room itself was large, for the price that we paid. As I stood looking around the room, my eyes first locked onto the small kitchenette with it's small table and wooden chairs, which was placed directly in front of the door. There was no refrigerator, just an electric stove and a sink. The walls were done in a pseudo-tacky imitation wood-like paneling. The room also contained a love seat, a rocking chair, and of course we musn't forget the bed. It was covered with a red curtainy spread, and had dainty flowered sheets.

"Okay, I guess we'll take it," I said trying not to look tired or irritated.

It had been a long day...We had been driving the past several hours. You see, we had spent the entire summer getting to know each other, then realizing that we loved each other and reveling in that love. We come from a small town, *TOO small* and we had been sneaking around, kissing and loving when we could. But today was to be the coup-de-tate. I had to attend a relative's wedding, and My Love had thought of a way that we could be together, and she could cook me dinner like she's always wanted to; for you see, My Love is an excellent cook. However, being from "Small-ville," we never figured that the prices would double on the weekend, and we had spent the past several hours trying to find a room at a decent price. The Forest Hotel was our last chance for a quiet peaceful dinner to ourselves.

As I walked back to the front office to settle accounts, My Love was eagerly unpacking the car. When I came back there were three large bags on the counter filled to the brim with everything we might need 'just in case' as My Love puts it...however, I've noticed that her 'just in case' can include everything from rubber bands to a bit of string or something! Anyway,

As I lay across the bed, resting from lugging in the cooler, My Love turned to me. "Get up!' she said. I looked at her pleadingly...She was dressed in old jeans, a long T-shirt, and sneakers. Her dark hair was in a loose braid that came to her shoulders...all in all, she looked just like a regular tomboy, But believe me, My Love's no tomboy...she's all woman! Oh how pleadingly I looked at her. She just smiled, and said "Getup and get dressed. We're already late!" Then she went into the bathroom and closed the door. I sighed, and slowly started getting dressed. As I got dressed, I thought about how wonderful it would be if we could actually pull this one off. This was to be the end of the summer scam. Our plan was simply hit-n-run...We'd crash the reception, and make an appearance...shake all the right hands, kiss all the right people, and be gone in 20 minutes.

As she emerged from the bathroom, I reflected that the Lady who stepped out, looked nothing like the tomboy who had went in! Gone were the jeans and sneakers, in their place was a red and white striped dress, very 'chez-conservative' but still her shapely figure showed. I was wearing my standard *ULTRA* conservative suit and tie. As I looked her over, she smiled, then gave me a kiss and hug. And we were off to reception.

Once at the reception, My Love grew nervous and fidgety; she's very shy, and doesn't like crowds. She went to the bathroom once or twice, and did whatever she could to stay out of sight. When I found her and told her we could finally leave *One hour AFTER the expected 20 minutes had elapsed!* she almost jumped for joy. But once we were in the car, she still seemed rather agitated. When I asked why, she replied that we wouldn't have time for dinner as it took 2 hours (?!) to serve properly, and I was due back in "Small-ville" that night. Upon hearing this, I made a quick phone call, and informed my housemates that I'd be home LATE. With time on our side, we were on our way.

When we arrived back at the Forest Hotel, I, being ever the gallant gentleman, went and unlocked the door. At which My Love pushed past me and said "Wait outside please, thank you." and locked the door in my face!

Okay...I'm waiting outside a hotel room that _I_ paid for, to eat a meal that _I_ had helped prepare...This had better be good.

To waste time I decided to look for loose change in my car. Then I remembered that I had put some money in my backpack. I hit the trunk release, got out and went to check. I retrieved my hidden treasure, and slammed the trunk just as I remembered that I had left my keys in the ignition, and all the doors were locked. I sighed and started for the door. When I reached it, I knocked ever so gently, calling in sweet tones to the woman I loved "My Love..?" only to hear her respond with a surprised and paranoid "What?!" "Whatever it is, " she said "it'll have to wait. I'm Busy."

Dejectedly I meandered back to the car. I sat on the hood, and watched the spiders chase the roaches on the hotel wall. As I sat there, the door to the room next door opened, and a man staggered out, nursing another drink.

This has truly been a _special_ evening to me, I thought.

After 20 minutes of playing tag with the spiders and roaches, the owner of the hotel walked out to have a cigarette. Personally, I think she was just curious to find out why two men were sitting outside, while their women were inside. As I walked over to her, calling out "Evening.." in my most pleasant voice, I heard the hotel door opening behind me. There stood My Love in a very loose fitting pinkish red robe. Upon seeing her, I turned and walked toward the door.

My Love handed me an envelope. Inside was a card which read:

An Invitation....

You are cordially invited to attend an Unique Experience of the senses, in which your every sense will be heightened to fulfillment...Not unlike that of sweet fruits dipped in chocolate passion. In order to achieve this perfection of fulfillment, it is necessary to obey quickly, without question. A palette to please your tastes has been provided... Enjoy!

Te Amo

Smiling to myself, and thinking "All right! It's gonna be a hot time in the kitchen tonight!" I agreed and proceeded through the door. My Love ever so graciously in her pink robe, directed me to the bathroom, saying " Go into the bathroom and strip, and wait for me." smiling ever so lovingly. This could be...umm...interesting! I thought as I proceeded into the bathroom.

As I entered the bathroom, my nose was assailed with the scent of strawberries which rose from the tub of bubblebath awaiting me. Still smiling to myself, I stripped. Calling like a child to the woman I loved, "I'm ready!" I said very boyishly. "Good," she replied..."Wait for me in the tub, I'll be in, in a minute. And close the door!" she added with a touch of motherly sternness. As I got into the tub, soaking in the warmth and the distinct scent of strawberries my mind raced in a hundred different directions wondering what was coming next, or who, should I say? The water in the tub was HOT, too hot! I guess My Love didn't test the water. "This is Wild!" I thought. My Love and I together, alone...I mean _really_ alone. What a romantic she is, the bubblebath alone would have been enough for me...I mean we had showered together before (clothed) *Don't ask* But now, I'm here in this tub and she's going to bathe me! She had talked about it once or twice, but now we're here. Sometimes I wonder if she's a dream or real. Damn, this water is hot. She must be real! (or I'm a real self masochist!)

My Love then entered the bathroom with a bar of soap and a small handscrub. My mind was spinning off into oblivion. I couldn't believe that she was actually going to do this. I mean My Love is usually very shy and paranoid, but this, this woman of beauty and passion, most gentle of flowers, was bathing me! *Enough with the poetry, I'm blushing already!*

The scent of the strawberries and the warmth of the water was so relaxing, and My Love's touch so gentle that I was soon floating off. If it hadn't been for my obvious erection, I would have said that this was one of my most.... interesting dreams yet!

*Nice synonym for 'erotic' huh?*

I was brought back to reality by the gentlest of kisses from my Lover's lips, (Not to mention the water she splashed in my face!) Then I noticed that her robe was pinned with small gold safety pins in order to keep it closed. "Hmm..." I thought to myself. This night might be more interesting than I had originally thought! Finished with her task, My Love rose and headed for the door. Then she turned and said " Why don't you...go over any places that I've missed." With that, she left. Now my mind was really racing. As I proceeded to take care of the places she missed, I couldn't imagine what would be next. I hurriedly let the water out and started to dry myself off, not wanting to miss anything. When I was halfway done, she re-entered the bathroom, and slowly and seductively finished drying me, (paying special attention to certain areas.)

When she was done, she led me back into the hotel room proper. The room was dark except for 2 or 3 candles which dimly lit the room. There were two towels spread on the floor in front of the bed. My Love instructed me to lay down on my stomach. As I lay there, she proceeded to rub my back. Ahh! Now this is what I had been waiting for...I had been through a very strenuous two weeks, and she had given me every excuse in the book for not massaging me at all. So by this time I was pretty hard up for a massage. Her small, yet firm hands traced small circles and arcs over my aching shoulders and back. The two weeks of agony were disappearing with the gentlest of kisses and the firmest of arcs across my back. She gently kissed the nape of my neck, and coiled her arms beneath mine, giving me a hug from behind, as she whispered into my ear " I love you." From behind me I heard a top open, and I felt the drippings of liquid on my skin

My nose was again assailed with strawberries as she proceeded to rub and massage strawberry flavored oil into my back...I say flavored, for it wasn't just oil, it was the kind of oil that got hot as you rubbed it, and got _extra_ hot (I found much to my delight) when kissed or licked. As she proceeded to rub my back, my tensions and consciousness slowly slipped away. I was brought back to consciousness by the intensely erotic feeling of someone nibbling on the sensitive parts of my feet. Then with her gentle massaging I let my mind drift, floating ever so gently into oblivion. My ascension to oblivion was interrupted by the feeling of a tongue tracing liquid fire down the _center_ of my lower back....and beyond.

*and he calls _me_ shy!*

She then told me to roll over so that she might do my front also. When I rolled over, she worked on my arms until they were jelly, and when it came to my chest she payed close attention with her mouth to my nipples. Man, I _love_ it when she does that! As she worked the oil into my chest, playing with my chest hairs, I felt the call of Passion as that little tongue traced fire across my nipples, and believe me, when Passion calls, my loins do _readily_ answer! She worked her way down across my stomach, over my thighs, legs, feet, OH MY FEET! As she massaged my feet, that little tongue of fire traced over my toes causing me to answer passion even louder! Then with a hint of mischief in her eyes, she started to massage my already strained member. The feeling of having every muscle in your body (save 1!) relaxed, is something few men have felt, and My Love is the best at whatever she sets her mind to. Then, she used the oil. The feeling one gets when their lover caresses their private parts is indescribable in mere words, but add hot oil and a warm fiery tongue, and the feeling is unintelligible. She then kissed me very deeply and passionately. Then she rose and wiped the excess oil from my skin. She dressed me in a blue robe, and directed me to sit on the love seat.

She turned on Carson(?!) and sat next to me. Thinking to myself "You've _Got_ to be kiddin!" I turned to her as she cuddled up next to me and proceeded to watch Carson. I don't know about you guys, but I personally didn't expect Carson. I had already had my 'appetite ' for another form of entertainment awakened! (As was evident by the bulge in my robe!) But being ever so nice and obedient, I sat and watched Carson. My Love turned to me and asked "Hungry?" If she only knew HOW hungry! "Sure, why not?" I replied...trying not to seem impatient. My Love then reached beside her, and told me to close my eyes and cup my hands together...she then poured from a small champagne glass, some small chocolates with a childish giggle thrown in for good measure. I opened my eyes and laughed. Only My Love would remember the chocolate! I looked at her, and she smiled a little smile as she said " To be used...as needed..." This night was full of surprises, and we still had two hours to go. She then held some crackers and cheese to my mouth. As I bit into the crackers, she held the champagne glass to my lips. It was filled with wine. Sitting there with her like this was very special. She'd obviously put more time and effort into planning this than I had given her credit for. And to think that someone would do such things for the likes of me, made me appreciate more the love we shared, and the depths of our feelings for each other. My soliloquy on love was interrupted by that same Love smacking me in the nose with grapes! Oh well, so much for the ranting. After about 10 minutes of this (and Carson!) I started getting impatient, and not to mention full! So I asked My Love " So when do we eat dinner?" With a half grin of tolerance and love, she led me to the table.

On the table sat two dishes of an oriental dish which I cannot spell, or pronounce, which My Love had prepared especially for me. This dish consisted of sticky noodles and 3 round balls..they sort of looked like kiwi fruit in need of a shave! Cautiously, with those big, brown eyes watching my every move, I tasted the noodles. (Safest thing I could think to do!) The noodles were good! (although the seaweed stuck to them made me nervous.) Now, the moment of truth.. the kiwi things. "You only live once..." I thought and bit into it. It was good!!! It contained shrimp, nuts & other really good stuff. My Love gave me a smile, and started on her own meal.

For dessert we had something which I believe My Love wanted more than anything else, for I had watched her preparing it the day before, and where _I_ come from, anything that requires THAT much rum, isn't dessert, it's a cocktail! The dish was called chocolate cheese, and we used it on strawberries, both whole and in cookie form.

[Hmm, do you think she Likes strawberries, maybe?]

I forgot to mention that during dinner I asked My Love for something to drink. As she bent over the cooler, I noticed a very interesting trace of black cloth from beneath her robe. That's when I decided that it was time for _dessert_! Unfortunately, we had chocolate cheese and strawberries..not what I had hoped for...Oh well, can't blame a guy for trying!

After dinner and dessert, I (like any male,) laid on the bed. I was stuffed! My Love, (ever the loving one) suggested that if I was tired, I should get into the bed, and she would tuck me in. Obediently, I crawled into bed. My Love came to the side of the bed and started to unpin her robe. As it fell away, my male curiosity could stand no more! For there, standing in front of me, was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Dressed in the cutest black and lavender lacy teddy I have ever seen, or even thought to see..I want to stop for a second, in order for you to fully appreciate the sight of My Love.

Gentlemen, (and certain ladies) picture if you will, the most perfect, curvacious, hourglass figured fantasy that you have ever dreamt of, now add more and make it about 5'2" with blackish brown hair, and the most magnificient deep brown eyes, accompanied by the most siren-like luscious lips ever blessed upon this Earth. Hold that thought. Before you stands a fraction of a particle, of a _particle_ of the beauty and elegance, as well as unbridled passion that My Love is to me.

*blush...Cut that out.* But I meant it! *anyway...* okay.

Back to our story.

I then took her in my arms and kissed her softly, reveling in all the love we had and shared. Then, holding her back from me, I remarked " Now you don't _honestly_ expect me to let you into this bed dressed like THAT?" And with an evil grin I slowly started to remove her teddy. I replaced where the negligee had been with a blanket of soft butterfly kisses.

*some butterfly!* [Hey! Butterflies can be passionate, too!]

My Love protested but once, to which I replied " We'll just take this off and put it in a safe place...wouldn't want anything to happen to it since you worked so hard on it."

[I must mention that one of the reasons that I was so impressed with the teddy is that My Love had made it herself when I wasn't looking. Impossible you might say, but somehow she did it]

Back to the *ahem* butterfly kisses. As I went about replacing the afore mentioned negligee, I slowly reached under the bed, and retrieved the strawberry oil. "NOW!" I thought. " I'll show you how to use this stuff artfully!" With this in mind, I bade My Love to lay back. As she did, I ever so carefully let streams of oil encircle her already enstiffened nipples..first the left, and then the right. She gasped at the sensation. Slowly, ever so carefully, I licked the excess fluid from around her nipples, until only the nipples themselves were covered. I then proceeded to allow the liquid to run down the side of her outer lips, and one stream to flow to the center. (Making sure to cover her clit) Now the fun began! I then used my tongue to set fire to My Love's awaiting nipples. She moaned and rotated her hips with pleasure(For you see, the oil was quite warm between her legs from her own juices.) Then I caressed her body with both hands and tongue, until I reached her feet. I took the oil and laced My Love's feet, and as I massaged her feet, I licked the soles of her feet and sucked passionately on her toes (For you see, My Love has VERY sensitive feet!) Needless to say, by this time, her volume had reached quite a pitch as she climbed towards climax. With My Love's moans encouraging me, I slipped my tongue into the 'V' of her love. This sent shock waves of pleasure rippling through her. She cried out loudly, and then sat up and looked at me with love and passion in her eyes as she said "I'm thirsty!" I knew what that meant! We then levitated our bodies into a sideways '69.' And, Oh my Goodness!!! I came hard that night! My Lover did too! For I had found her oil-fired clit and didn't spare any horses. The strawberry liquid had turned her hot vagina into a raging inferno. The wetter she got, the hotter it got, and my tongue just added more fuel to the fire! After My Love's first two orgasms, I held her tender form to mine, as she shivered and shook, and floated on her climatic heat wave.

We lay there, and I held her as she slept...thinking of how much I loved this woman, and how much I would love to be able to hold her forever. The alarm sounded, and we slowly awakened, kissed and cuddled until 2:00. Then we rose up and packed. Never have I loved a woman so much as this one.

We were late getting home that night, but our love is still strong.

PS My Love Casate Conmigo SOMEDAY SOON!

(Spanish for Will Marry Me!)

Hmmm...I mentioned before that I have ulterior motives in posting this... I'll get to the point shortly. The above was originally written for the sole purpose of sending to the board, (as well as for our own memories.) I did rip up the original transcript, but changed my mind a few days later. Luckily, the trashcan hadn't been emptied yet.

What happened next is quite...interesting. no other way to put it. First if you've been following along, you know about our relationship etc...But let me mention a few things that I may have forgotten. Although our relationship was an open one, Michael said that he would never, could never be with anyone else dunno why, I told him never to say never as I really didn't carewhether he did or not, as long as he never lied to me. He agreed to be totaly honest. This was before our relationship became as serious as the above transcript. There was a Sunday when he spent the entire day trying to learn the proper way to 'pleasure' me. I was quite exhausted when he was through! But he wouldn't let me come near him, when I asked why, he said that he hardly ever got to try, and he wanted to be able to pleasure me without my help or coaching. After he was through...actually, more like I was through...I passed out. He sat and read until I woke up, and then took me home. I didn't sleep that night. I spent most of the night in tears...You see, I am a little...what I guess you'd call psychic (No arguments please, I've debated the issue enough, all I know is sometimes I know things that I have no reason to know) anyway, I knew he was with...as in sexually...a friend of his. The next morning, he came to pick me up...I didn't kiss him...didn't want to ruin my makeup...didn't hug him...sorry but my nails are still wet.... But didn't say anything, I'm not into accusations. That night when he came to pick me up from work, I had left already and went to get some books I needed for class. When I returned 1/2 hour later, he accused me of not going to work at all, and gave me a long lecture on how important being able to trust one another is to any relationship, if it is to survive. I was shocked at his audacity to assume that _I_ had been with anyone else, but I didn't argue, just stated that I had indeed been at work. The next day, I told him that I was leaving him. He wanted to know why. I just told him that I didn't think we were right for each other. He vehemently disagreed. Then I asked him about his friend... he lied. I knew it. When I told him that I had already known, he said that he just lied because he had panicked. This doesn't make sense to me. I had already told him that I didn't care who he saw, or what he did , as long as he never lied. Now, I don't see any future for us...He says that he really loves me much, and still wants to marry me...He also insists that in time I can learn to trust him again. I don't see how...If anyone were to come to me now, and say something negative, I wouldn't know whether to believe it or not...before I would have taken his word without question, but now...I can agree verbally, but in my heart I would never know for sure. I'll always love him, but I don't want that distrust and doubt in my life. He said that he deserves a fair trial with an impartial jury. So I agreed. i'm putting this up to the board to decide...Should I keep him or leave him?

One last thing that really bothered me, but would probably influence the jury, was that when I asked him about it, he said that it felt good, (Oh...we're talking oral here, she's supposed to be really good) but that he couldn't enjoy himself, when I asked why (thinkin guilt maybe?) he said because she has some kind of disease and he couldn't reciprocate.

Anyway, please e-mail responses in care of Re'ah

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