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Clit Ring, The (MF, rom)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1991

**

Her hand rested gently on my thigh, fingernails lightly
tracing a random line leading ever closer, ever upward.
My arm firmly encircled her waist offering encouragement
to her as she was treading cautiously on new ground. Out
over the river a full moon was rising and silver points
of light on the water flickered a dance of love. "It's
beautiful here," she murmured then buried her sweet face
in my neck. Her warm lips parted slightly and moist breath
on my skin began to have a noticeable effect elsewhere.
I moved my hand just below her breast and traced the underside
with my thumb. She tensed and then replied with a gentle
squeeze on my thigh, higher now than ever before. "You
know it makes me wonder how you can be so single-minded
and aggressive at work and then at times like this, I'm
having to make all the first moves," she thought. She 
gave another gentle squeeze followed by one higher and
more insistent.

Fireflies against the dark line of trees, the lapping water
at the riverbank, the call of the nightbird. Her lips brushed
my chin and she looked into my eyes. I bent my head slightly
downward and she pulled me to her. The wet spot on my neck where
her lips had been just moments ago came alive with goose bumps
as the evening breeze rustled by. I cupped her breast and she 
seemed to melt into my arms. It was the sweetest kiss I can
ever recall and I could feel her hesitancy begin to fade away.
The swaying reeds, the fluttering leaves, the loving moon
smiled down upon us. "What should we do now, I don't know
where to begin." What does he want? She had never been with
a man before but had heard enough from her friends to get the
general idea.

She pulled away and folded her hands in her lap. Looking downward
she spoke haltingly. "What do you like?" For a moment I didn't know
what to say. I knew what I wanted but didn't want to pressure her.
I reached out and touched her chin. She looked on the verge of tears.

"Whatever you do now is up to you. I love you and want you to only
have good memories of this summer. I'm happy to just be with you
for now. I'll wait until you're ready but to be honest I hope I 
don't have to wait very long."
 
She came back to me with an intensity that answered all my questions.
Her hand felt my tightness and began to rub lightly then found the
button on my jeans. The first one came loose and she reached for the
zipper. "What?...more buttons...why do you wear these damn things?
They're to hard to undo." I helped her and then pulled the halter top
from her trembling body. Her breasts were perfect, warm, soft, and
tipped with hardness. We lay down and pulled the sleeping bag loosely 
over us. Her hand encircled me as my lips toyed with those luscious
mounds. My hand traveled downward as she parted her legs. The smiling
moon, the call of the nightbird. We felt so right, so good, so lucky
to have found each other. 

"Let's get these things off," she said. "I'll do you and you do me,"
I said eagerly. I pulled at the drawstring of those little white 
shorts and they slid to the ground. She had no panties and I was 
pleased to see that she was perfect there too. She kicked off her sandals
and kneeled down to remove my jeans. They slid over my bare feet
and she folded them neatly beside her. She took me in her warm hand
and looked up at me. Then with a giggle she began to rub, up and down,
around and around. She stared transfixed at what she had only heard
of before. I stroked her hair and drew her closer. My knees were 
weak and my breath came in short gasps. I took her face gently with
both hands and tilted her face up to mine as I knelt down. Another
gorgeous kiss and her parted lips drew my tongue inward. I explored
her mouth while my hands roamed freely over her body. "I love you."
The thought came to us both at the same time and we laughed at the
pure joy we were feeling. The river flowed on to the sea, the moon 
watched as she took me into her mouth and slowly circled her tongue
over and over. I reached for her belly and her legs just fell open.
Closer now I could see that her wetness was beginning to show. I
spread her open and felt her heat, pleasured her there for a while
until she began to move her hips in a sensual motion that made me 
never want to leave. She shuddered ten minutes later and said, "Stop,
stop... I'm c-c-c-com-com-coming!!!" I kept on until she began to calm
down and then brought her there again and again. She pulled me back
to her and said "What's wrong?" Nothing could have been wrong with
anything we had done and I told her that I was just waiting for her
to lead the way. 

She said "Why haven't you come yet?" I kissed her and she tasted the
salty goodnes, her own, that still remained in my beard. "I want to be
inside you when I do that. I want to feel you around me, under me,
on top of me and want to make you come again but this time keep your
eyes open so that you can see how much I love you." "You love me?
You love me? Do you really?" she said as if I'd never said it before.
I reached over to my jeans and took out the little surprise I'd been
carrying around all day. As she opened the padded box she gasped at the
sudden glimmer of gold. "Oh, Bill" she said, "I never thought you'd..."

Well to make a long story short, I did. She made me happy, she made me
glad to be alive. The moon and I know that it was the only thing I
could have done and to this day I've never regretted a moment we 
spent together. Our kids reflect our love back to me daily and even
though she has gone and I've gone and we have seperate lives now I 
can't forget her and hope she remebers that one night. It was her
first and in a big way it was mine too.

I'll never forget the look in her eyes, the giggle in her smile as
she pulled me to her, those lips met mine and suddenly I was in her.
Our rhythm  matched that of those distant waves downriver. We melted
together there on the ground, she was me and I her. And just before
I came I looked over my shoulder to that same moon I'm looking at 
tonight. I swear I heard him say "You know it's time to get on with.
You can't hide from love when your heart comes alive." I looked back
into her eyes and lost control, pounding away into that sweet body
over and over again so many times that I felt my soul just pour into
hers never to be the same again.

Later, snuggling, she opened the little box again and a slight frown
appeared on her face. "Are you sure you bought this ring for me?" she
asked. Yes I replied. "But look how small it is, it barely fits my
little finger! "she exclaimed. "Honey," I admitted while my hand 
drifted over her mound, "that ring doesn't go on your finger."

THE END