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The Cabin (MF)
By Storysman (storysman@aol.com)



   I caught her once, undressing, in her office after she 
apparently thought everyone had left for the night. But she was 
wrong. I hadn't left.
   My reward for a diligent day's work was to walk by Heather's 
door and see her in a state of undress. She didn't see me standing 
there as she clutched a blouse to her breasts. She was adorned 
only in panties below the waist. A gold, shimmering that hugged 
her ass and complimented her skin. She was facing away from me, 
but I caught sight of her right breast as she opened the blouse. 
Her bra was hanging open, and for a spectacular moment I saw the 
full breast, nipple and all, before it disappeared behind a silky 
white. She fastened the bra before the blouse, and the view was 
gone. Seconds later, a skirt covered her beautiful crotch and 
upper legs and I was left to enjoy a view I had already seen.
   Not that I hadn't noticed her before, but now I couldn't take 
my eyes off her.
In that moment of relaxed vulnerability, she became the most 
attractive woman I knew. I wanted her desperately. I wanted her to 
undress before me as easily as she had done without knowledge of 
my presence. I wanted her to expose her breasts and body fully to 
my eyes, and bathe in my appreciative view as I let the magic of 
her body encompass me.
   It was almost too much. As someone who rarely feared rejection, 
I was not terrified of it. What if she rebuked my efforts to win 
her? What if she scoffed at the idea of sharing her body with me?
   The fear was almost crippling, and kept my from as aggressive a 
pursuit as I'm sure I needed. Before I ever asked her to join me 
in something easily classified a date, Heather was seeing another 
man.
   Still, I found myself making more conversation with her than 
usual. Despite the overwhelming fear she might not like me, I 
don't think I acted shyly near her. I made her laugh. I created 
enough comfort that she began to share with me more intimate 
details of her life. But I did some things I probably shouldn't 
have done. I began parking in the back of the building and hiding 
in the office, hoping to see her undress. And sometimes I was 
successful. The worst was when she was preparing for dates. When I 
would see the lacy bras and silky panties she would put on. 
Covered by equally arousing plunging shirts and high skirts. I 
knew my competitor must be wild to have her. He must dreaming of 
fucking her every moment they were together. But I knew he hadn't 
- yet.
   I believed Heather. One of the details she told me was that she 
had not been intimate with the man. Perhaps she was being 
discreet, but, there was a sincerity to her voice and a sweetness 
to its quality that I didn't dare disbelieve it. I didn't want to 
believe otherwise regardless.
   So I felt some guilt hiding just out of view from her those 
nights she changed at work. I can tell you that I saw her breasts. 
I saw her pussy. And I'll tell you that I masturbated to those 
sights. I couldn't masturbate to anything else.
I asked her out.
   Funny how you are willing to go for it all when you realize 
that any less of an effort will spell certain doom. She was 
getting close to fucking him, I was sure. Worse, she was getting 
close to liking him, and who could blame her with no other adoring 
man to offer a choice? So a choice I gave.
   She said yes, but not with the "Finally!" type enthusiasm I was 
hoping for. It seemed more like a courtesy date. one she agreed to 
simply because it would hurt her to say no.
   And she had fun. I knew she did. A part of me hoped that this 
was what she was waiting for. This was the happiness she craved. 
It must have been true, because she agreed to a second date. And 
then a third.
   But the third didn't come to be. Maybe it was too quick an 
idea. My uncle had lent me his cabin for the weekend, and I 
invited her to join me. I didn't use the word sex, but the nature 
of the outing implied it. She hadn't slept with my enemy in 
several weeks of dating, and now I was asking her to fuck me after 
two simple dates. Maybe that's what it was.
   I didn't want to consider that she chose someone else over me. 
That indeed, she had dated me twice and knew in the depths of her 
heart that I wasn't the one for her. God, I prayed that wasn't the 
case.
   But when I went for a final answer, I felt doomed that it was 
true. She would not be coming with me. My nemesis had asked her 
out for the same weekend.
   She had agreed.
   She didn't tell me what the plans were. But she had used the 
word "weekend."
Not Friday night. Not Saturday night. She was dating him for "the 
weekend."
   They were going to have sex. That was sure.



   I was eager to get where I was going, but not as eager as I had 
imagined I would be the day before. I was on vacation. A time when 
I should be relishing the world and the joy created around me. A 
time when I should be wasting my hours rolling around under the 
sheets and kissing the naked body of a certain young lady.
   How I wanted Heather join me.
 How perfect the setting would be ... A small, isolated cabin. A 
fireplace with a full stock of wood at its side. A refrigerator 
with food and wine. And no TV. No radio. No distractions. Just a 
large, comfortable bed and a hot, steaming shower.
And Heather. offering her nakedness to me.
   But as fate would have it, I would have to go this weekend 
alone. And Heather would be in the arms of her lover, my most 
despicable foe. I went up to the cabin anyway. The magnitude of 
the loss would be greatest that way, and the loss of her made me 
want to extricate all happiness from my soul. And after all, I 
could still enjoy the fire.
   A fresh snow still covered the ground, but fortunately, the 
roads were clear and the drive was reasonably easy. The moment I 
stepped out of the car, the world faded away. Nothing but the wind 
reminded me I was still alive, and I felt relaxation spread 
through me like a welcome virus. The cabin looked cold, reminding 
me it would be in my interests to light a fire.
   I opened the door and stepped inside. A rush of concern flooded 
me as I realized this cabin wasn't as deserted as it should be. It 
was illuminated by a series of candles long the walls, and warmed 
by a nice fire raging in the familiar fireplace. I started to 
close the door, then looked at the number on the porch.
   Seventeen.
   My Uncle's directions were in my pocket. I was able to pull it 
out in a flash. Had it been tucked away at all, I would have fled. 
As it was, one quick motion brought the paper into my sight.
   Seventeen.
   I was at the right cabin! Unless there was more than one 
seventeen which I truly doubted. So, who was here? Perhaps the 
previous renter trying to squeeze out an extra day or something. I 
stepped inside, ready to claim the cabin as rightfully mine. No 
one would interfere with my plans to mourn the loss of Heather.
   Unless it was Heather herself.
   As I moved into the cabin and passed the doorway, she came into 
view. She was a perfect image of beauty. She was stretched out on 
the couch sipping a glass of wine. She didn't even look at me as I 
entered. She knew I was there.
   A sheer open robe hung from her shoulders to her knees. A pink 
stain bra covered some essentials underneath. Her panties were a 
matching pink, and fit snugly between her folded legs.
She looked as if she had been there for hours. Waiting... 
preparing... She had either changed her mind, or planned this the 
entire time. If she had tricked me, and I was happy for it.
   I went to kiss her. I went to rub my hands all over her body, 
and being the mad, passionate sex I was hoping for.
   But she stopped me.
   "I'm not that easy," she said. She looked at me. I was on my 
knees next to her.
"Do you want me?" She asked.
   "Of course I do!" I breathed.
   "You have to win me. You have to prove yourself to me."
   "What do you mean?"
   "You have to play the game. And win. If you do so, then maybe 
you can have me. If not... then you can't..."
   I tried to move in on her again. Her chest was rising and 
falling with her speech.
Her legs were twitching, inviting me to move in between them.
   Again, she stopped me. She looked ready to fuck, but she had 
something else in mind.
   She stood up. I pulled at her robe as she did and managed to 
free it from her body. She turned towards me -- not with a look of 
anger, but not with a look of lust, either.
   She was serious. Absolutely serious. Heather stood in front of 
me demonstrating her strength of will. She would not fuck if I 
didn't play.
   "Look at my breasts." She said. I did so happily. "Look at my 
cunt." Again, the direction was easy to follow. The pink satin was 
pressed firmly between her legs.
   "You can have them now, if you want. You can take me. I know my 
strength can't match yours."
   I stood up.
   "I know you want to fuck me," She continued. "I've seen it in 
your eyes for a long time. But all you want to do is hump me as 
fast as possible and cum inside me. I want more. If you are 
willing to obey me, we will have sex again. If you are willing to 
control your lust, the reward will be great. What do you say?"
   I wanted to take her right then. Her breasts jiggled magically 
in her pink bra. Her candle-illuminated skin called me to 
experience its silkiness. Her cunt was inches from my cock. So 
apparently ready to receive it.
   God, she was hot! Fucking her would be fantastic. But, she had 
me intrigued. Something about her made me believe she was 
incredibly sexual. A master of sensuality, perhaps? I wasn't sure, 
but if any woman could shape and define my pleasure, it was 
Heather.
   Maybe this was what she really needed. Maybe she had offered 
this to to my hated enemy. Maybe he had already fucked her, and 
now he would never be able to again. Or maybe she never gave him 
the chance because she knew what his answer would be. I knew what 
she wanted me to do. I knew that it was quite possible that I 
would have to go the entire night without entering her. But I 
wanted her to be happy.
   "Ill play. " I said.
   "Inside each piece of clothing," she said without 
acknowledgement, "is a word. A word that indicates an action. You 
may perform that action. Find the right word, and you win."
   "What's the right word?" I asked.
   "You will have to figure that out. Shall we begin?"
   I was in no hurry to delay. Heather appeared to be lifting her 
hips towards me.
Inside each piece of clothing, she had said. There must be 
something inside her panties! Of course, there was, but I meant 
something besides the obvious! I reached for the top and began to 
roll the satin down. I couldn't believe she was doing this. 
Looking at her body, at her mostly naked flesh, was driving me 
insane. I was ready to take her where she stood, but knew she 
would be far more rewarding if went a long with her scheme.
   I almost had her panties down to her pussy when I noticed a 
piece of paper becoming visible. It was taped against the fabric 
and had a word on it. I leaned in close, closer than I needed to 
but I was more than happy to move my face between her legs.
   "Touch."
   That was the word. It was definitely an action! I knew she 
wouldn't have the fun word right away, so I knew I was limited in 
what my action could be. Nevertheless, I was happy to oblige. I 
took my index finger, straightening out to its full length, and 
brought it against her panties. I wedged it into her pussy, firmly 
into her slit. The satin was smooth, and felt hot. Heather moaned 
softly and smiled broadly as her body twitched and moved gently.
   "Very good." she said. With that, I pulled away. She had more 
clothing, and I was happy to move to the bra. I figured she didn't 
count her robe as clothing, but I wasn't sure.
   "Can I feel for the paper?" I asked cupping my hand. I wanted 
to rub her through the cups, if she would let me.
   "Only if the word says to." she replied. That was it. No word, 
no action. I could touch enough to find the paper, but anything 
else was against the rules.
   I smiled at her as my hands went to the clasp. I looked in her 
eyes and returned her devilish grin as I opened the bra and bared 
her breasts. I didn't look down as I pulled the bra from her. I 
lifted the bra between our eyes and looked inside a cup.
   "Blind." it said.
   Now this wasn't fair. If it meant what I thought it did, and as 
Heather put her fingers to my eyelids I knew it did, I wouldn't be 
able to look at her breasts. I closed my eye, blinding myself, and 
wondered how long I would have to remain in that condition.
   I felt Heather's hands run through my hair. Her touch was soft 
and feminine. Loving and intoxicating. her perfume wafted over me 
and was rubbed into my cheeks as her hands pressed it from the 
air. The I felt her push me back, and her body rise in front of 
me. Her touch left me as I felt her move away.
   "Open." she said.
   I opened my eyes and saw her walking away. Her back was bare 
but her ass looked fantastic as it jiggled away underneath those 
panties.
   "Where are you going?" I asked.
   "To the next room." she replied. "Aren't you coming?"
   I got up to my feet and went after her. She reached the room 
before I did, however, and shut the door. "Now, now..." Heather 
said through the wall. "I have to put on more clothes!"
   I waited outside the door. I was throbbing! My cock was on 
fire. My hands were trembling. My knees were buckling.
   "Ok, you can come in..."
   She was on the bed. She was laying stomach down and facing me. 
As I moved into the room. She raised her head to watch me. I 
noticed what she was wearing. A red silk blouse and a black silk 
skirt or slip I wasn't sure. The blouse hadn't been buttoned very 
well. I immediately saw down her chest and saw a black bra holding 
her breasts firmly to her body. Of course, once I saw this, I 
didn't notice anything else in the room. I walked in, focusing on 
the view down her blouse. After all, I had been cheated out of 
seeing her breasts moments before.
   As I neared her, I noticed a fleck of white against the black 
bra. It was a piece of paper! I knelt down at the foot of the bead 
she was.
   "You've got something down there." I said.
   Heather feigned a gasp of shock. "Were you looking down my 
shirt! How dare you?" She smiled broadly. I wondered if she knew 
how I had watched her in her office. Or nay of the other times she 
was in front of me. Now I could do it without fear.
There was no way I could reach the paper without touching her 
breasts, so I didn't worry about it.   "Let me get that for you." 
I said and stretched my hand in. My fingers were squeezed together 
but nevertheless quickly made contact with her blouse and breasts. 
Heather shrieked again. "How dare you!" but she of course didn't 
move.
   The slight touch against her breasts felt tremendously soft and 
teasing. I wanted to open my hands and feel them entirely, but I 
knew that would violate the spirit of the game. I plucked the 
paper from her bosom, and eagerly looked at the word.
   "Caress."
   This was more like it! Heather smiled as I opened my hands, 
leaned against he bed, and tuned my palms upward. I leaned in 
further, sliding my hands into her blouse and my palms press into 
her tits. My head was actually above hers, so I couldn't see her 
face any longer. But if it was anything like mine, it bore a look 
of incredible arousal and joy.
   I couldn't move my hands much as they were wedged between her 
breasts and the bed, but the little movement was spectacular. The 
softness of the silk and flesh shot fore though my body. My cock 
raged in my pants and my lungs lost all rhythm of breath.
   She let me rub her for about a minute. Never getting inside her 
bra, but just caressing the fullness. pressing and jiggling the 
softness... I lowered to the floor. My face was against her face. 
I wanted to kiss her, but knew I couldn't. I felt her breath on 
me, and knew she was getting as excited as I was. Finally, she 
instructed me to get the next card.
   I looked down her back, and at the slinky black slip she was 
wearing. The shimmering light enhanced the fabric that clung to 
her. It went to about mid-thigh, and very prettily concealed her 
private areas. I crawled over her on the bed. Hear head still 
faced the foot of the bed. Mine was nearing the pillows. I 
intentionally rubbed against her. The touch helped soothe my 
penis, but inspired it at the same time. As it rested on her back, 
I lifted the enticing slip. She was wearing black silk panties 
underneath, and on her ass was another card.
   "Spank."
   I laughed slightly. Her ass looked so firm in those taut 
panties. I was more than happy to make it jiggle a bit.
   I brought my hand down with some force, but not very hard. It 
slapped against her with the sound of flesh, and sure enough 
induced a split second of jiggle. The silk caught and bent the 
light as it moved under my hand. The excitement from rubbing my 
cock alone told me to do it again.
   We started giggling as I repeated the procedure. It seemed 
silly, but it was turning us on. I loved to watch her body jiggle. 
I loved to see how it moved as my hand touched her. I loved to see 
her panties hide her body without hiding the shape of it.
   I stopped for a moment, and pulled her panties down. I looked 
at her bare ass, searching for another card. None was found, but 
the exploration was fun just the same. I pulled them back up and 
rolled next to her. She gave me a smile, then bounded from the 
bed.
   "Onto the next room!" she cried. I gave her a moment, then got 
up to follow.
   Each wait outside of the new door seemed an eternity. Heather 
was undressing just beyond the thin inch of wood that separated my 
eyes from her sight. I was ready to cum, and found myself rubbing 
my cock through my pants. It took some effort, but I managed to 
control my touches and keep them slow enough not to induce orgasm. 
I wasn't sure how I was doing in Heather's little game, but win or 
lose I knew I would be fucking her. There was no way I could let 
her leave this cabin without taking her.
   "Come in!" she said gleefully through the door. I, of course, 
obeyed.
   Now she was wearing something a little different. Shorts. TRUE 
shorts! They were the skimpiest shorts I had ever seen! Jogging 
shorts, perhaps, slit up the side and revealing leg all the way up 
to where I was certain her panties should be visible. The it 
dawned on me.. perhaps she WASN'T wearing panties!!
   To complete the outfit, an equally skimpy white half-shirt 
strained to barely cover her breasts. As it was, the shirt would 
have failed miserably if its mission was to cover and conceal her 
pert nipples. For they were clearly visible through the shirt..
   She didn't seemed to move much as she lay on the couch before 
me. I don't think the clothes had much give before the fabric 
would be ripped away and all her precious assets would be 
wonderfully exposed.
   "Uh, I don't think you got a card in there anywhere." I said. 
Indeed, that would have been near-impossible. But Heather had a 
surprise location. She lifted her leg, and for the first time I 
saw socks. Clever girl! I went to the end of the couch and took 
her foot in hand. Just tucked inside the sock was a somewhat bent 
three-by-five card.
   Tongue.
   This was something I was glad to handle! Heather rested 
comfortably on the couch with as little movement as possible. 
Directly in front of me was cunt, so ever-so-protected by those 
flimsy shorts. The adventure would be the length of her legs. A 
beautiful trip indeed!
   I took her legs in hand, and extended my tongue. Heather cooed 
as soon as the damp tip poked into against her ankle. I began 
swirling my oral member in circles as I slowly moved up the length 
of her calf. Heather squirmed slightly as I traded leg-for leg. 
Her knees opened, only to soon find themselves the attention of my 
licking. Heather's skin tasted wonderful. It's smoothness tickled 
my tongue almost as much as I tickled it. My eyes kept turning to 
gaze down the length of her legs and towards the final 
destination. Her pussy looked like it would be so small, so tight 
as the area between her legs loomed near.
   This was what she wanted. She accommodated my advance, 
spreading her legs further as I neared. Her eyes closed and her 
head titled back as I glazed her thighs with my glistening saliva. 
The flesh hanging so tautly from her legs jiggled and softly 
bounced into my cheeks.
   Her pussy was an inch in front of me. I could smell her. smell 
her readiness. I wanted to touch it. rub it, and feel it before I 
continued on with my instruction but I decided to do as I was 
told. I leaned forward, and slowly extended my tongue. Heather's 
body shuddered and her voice cried out as the utmost tip of my 
tongue pressed into the black shorts. I quickly lost any intention 
of working her slow and pressed my entire mouth between her legs. 
I pushed and probed my way into her. Licking, and sucking and 
gaining more lust as Heather began to moan and writhe. I don't 
think she was expecting to enjoy the action of this card so 
intensely. Her voice was near orgasmic, and her legs nearly 
crushed my head as she clenched them in passion. I worked my 
tongue on her pussy, then to her legs, then back to her pussy. I 
kissed and licked every section of her exposed flesh, teasing the 
farthest reaches of her cunt sensations. My hands began to rub her 
legs, and she didn't stop me. She didn't want to stop me! My hands 
slid into her shorts at the slits, followed by my tongue, probing 
and searching for her panties. Indeed there were none. Heather's 
pussy was naked under the shiny black shorts.
   I was driving her crazy, and the more crazy I drove her the 
more crazy I became. I had to lick her pussy. My tongue slid under 
the shorts, probing deeply towards her crotch. I felt the tickle 
of her hair, then the swollen softness of her cunt. Heather 
screamed as I stretched my tongue to make contact. Her hands 
gripped my head/ her hips began pulsing, almost avoiding my licks 
but mostly meeting them. I searched for her clit. I tried to cover 
every section of her pussy that I could that the hindering shorts 
would allow.
   I was sure I could take her now. She was too far gone to stop 
me. I looked up towards her face, but became distracted by her 
poking nipples. They alone threatened to rip open her tiny shirt, 
and my tongue instantly felt a new purpose. Licking, sucking, 
flicking. what better to enjoy these actions than a couple of 
beautiful breasts? I lunged upward and took her nipple in my 
mouth, soaking the white shirt where my mouth sucked. Heather 
continued to whimper as I mouthed her breasts and moved my hands 
between her legs. She didn't stop me. She didn't stop as my hand 
rubbed her cunt through those skimpy shorts. She didn't stop me as 
my hand slid under her shirt and made contact with her naked 
breast.
   I was going to fuck her.
   I moved on her, mounting her. My cock fell onto her, mashing 
against those shorts and into her pussy. But a moment after the 
sensation, Heather changed. She felt my sex near hers, and 
realized she was about to lose. She stiffened and stooped me. She 
pushed me away and stood up. I reached for her, and almost broke 
her final ounce of strength as she fell back into my arms. But she 
managed to break free and head to the door. Before she completely 
wriggled away, however, I took hold of that half-shirt, tearing it 
slightly as she moved away.
   Heather turned back to me, and flashed one more evil smile. 
With her body still facing the door, she finished ripping the 
shirt and dropped it to the floor. She was bare-breasted, but 
facing away. She covered her breasts with her hands and bounded 
out of the room.
   "Coming?" she said. Naturally, I was!


   She had me instantly this time. She hadn't bothered to redress 
the top portion of her body. Instead, she stood mischievously bare 
breasted in front of me. She had changed her panties to a silky 
red, and added some white thigh-highs to complete the beautiful 
image.
   Out of respect (and the fact I could barely stand), I dropped 
to me knees and crawled to her. There was a raw sexuality to her, 
yet an apprehension to her nakedness as if there was still some 
chance I wouldn't find her completely beautiful. I looked at her 
exposed nipples for the first time, and instantly felt the 
twitching of my lips to suck them. She was so exposed to me. She 
was so in need of me to wrap my arms around her. protect her from 
the cold. reassure her with gentle kisses and soothing caresses. 
So was so in need of the excitement and pleasure my penis would 
give upon entering her cunt.
Heather sat on the bed and motioned for me to crawl to her. She 
took my head in her hands and began rubbing her fingers through my 
hair. She brought her left breast barely an inch from my eye. I 
could see its tiniest detail, right down to the circles in her 
nipple. She made an extra effort to jiggle the breast, all to 
tease me as the nipple poked randomly into my face. My mouth hung 
open, ready for it to fall into the trap.
   Her hands moved to my chest. Her face moved in front of mine, 
and I noticed the deep red of her lipstick. I wanted to see that 
lipstick on my cock, smeared and smudged by her sucking mouth. She 
smiled at me lusciously as her hands spread over my chest, then 
began unbuttoning my shirt. My eyes closed and my body flinched as 
her fingers moved on my nipples and swirled down my body. I wasn't 
thinking much with the pleasure, but half-thought that it was 
unfair she had free roam of my body by I had to play her game to 
experience hers. But I didn't mind the game, so I didn't raise an 
objection.
   Heather began kissing my chest and licking my nipples. I had 
been certain I would get to hers before this, but she was proving 
quite clearly she wasn't always what I thought. My cock seemed to 
scream for attention, begging and pleading in silent demands to be 
given the attention next. I wanted to feel her smooth, gentle 
hands wrapped around my swelled shaft. And melt at the touch of 
her delicate lips and tongue on my top.
   She did move her hands to between my legs, but only with a 
feather-touch. A mere casual brush was all. Her fingers made my 
penis feel like it was expanding beyond its limits. I was 
desperate to be free of my pants. Desperate to be humping her.
   She did undress me. Her hands hooked into my pants and slid 
them down along with my underwear. She pushed me to lie flat on 
the floor as she did so, and soon I was naked, flat on my back, 
with my cock pointing up like a fiery-hot flare.
   She sat on me.
   She carefully moved onto my, pushing my cock beneath her and up 
against my stomach. It was directly against her panties. I could 
sense the heat between her legs. The wetness and readiness of her 
pussy. She leaned further forward, and her dangling breasts softly 
made contact with my chest. My sensitive skin could easily locate 
the her hardened nipples amidst the softness.
   She continued to meld her body against mine. Rational thought 
was no longer a power of my mind. I was lust incarnate. Pure want 
for her and her body. Pure sexual energy waiting to pulse inside 
her end explode within her. I felt I could see us from above, her 
taut panties reflecting the dim light as the silk curved along her 
ass and disappeared where my body began. I felt I could see from 
underneath us, where her panties so beautifully converged on her 
pussy and wrinkled with the indention of my cock pressed so firmly 
against pussy.
   Heather kissed me. Her sweet lips moved against mine and held 
for a satisfying moment. I no longer knew time, or could measure 
the pleasure she was giving me. The moment went beyond 
consciousness and into the soul of my sexuality. She slid off me, 
leaving me still stunned and bewildered. She motioned to me, then 
let herself fall back on the bed.
   I made it to my knees, and moved to join her. Suddenly I 
realized something.
   The bed was covered in cards.
   They were everywhere. Some had fallen from the bed when she 
fell into them. Some were now covering portions of her legs and 
arms. She was smiling at me. She was ready for me. But I had one 
step to go.
   I could fuck her right? This was the moment where we would 
finally have sex.
Right? I frantically began turning over the cards looking for that 
final word. Fuck. Hump. Penetrate. Insert. Whatever it was, I was 
desperate to find it. So many empty cards! I kept turning, 
straining my eyes to see if there was any hopeful lettering on 
either side. So many, I was getting insane! How could I find it? 
How long would it take? I wanted her NOW! I had to have her NOW! 
Oh, God, where was the card??
   It was at her side. An innocent place, really. I lifted it. 
Turned it over then right side-up.
   Yes.
   That was her message. No dirty word or trivial capturing of the 
act of sex. Yes.
Yes I could have her. Yes I could make love to her.
   I mounted my Heather. My arms went between hers and up her 
back. My cock slid against her still-pantied pussy. I twisted, and 
moved her on top of me. She giggled and sighed a deep, sexual 
sound as she, too, neared the end of her will. She move dfirt. A 
slight humping motion against my hungry body. I felt the tickle of 
pubic hair against my cock. Her panties had slid down ever so-
slightly. I took the cue, and began moving her against me, rubbing 
her pussy against me, using the friction to inch her panties 
downward. We were already moaning. Moaning like lovers in the peak 
of penetration and we didn't even have her underwear of yet!
   Another move and I felt wetness. Her cunt was almost free. I 
positioned her against my penis, ready for the final slither. 
Heather whimpered in anticipation. We moved together.
   Heather's red panties gave way and in the same motion my penis 
entered her vagina. I screamed. She screamed. With the full power 
of my lungs I voiced a pleasure beyond any I had ever known. I was 
in Heather. My cock was in her cunt. I felt the warm, excited 
wetness welcome and surround me. It squeezed me with love and 
want. I held the push-in. The simple act of entering her excelled 
the repeated fucking of any woman I had humped before. It was 
HEATHER! The girl who had inspired and captivated me for so long. 
The girl I was desperate to have. It was her voice crying out. It 
was her warm flesh and jiggling breasts I was feeling.
   Leaving her cunt was renewed desperation to return. I pushed my 
self into her again. And again. AND AGAIN! My body was working its 
fastest. I slid in and out of Heather as though we were created 
together. A perfect set with a perfectly matching pussy and cock. 
My body was alive where hers touched me, and desperate where it 
did not. Our cries wrapped together in an invisible copy of our 
bodies. We humped and fucked and moaned at the extreme of our 
talents. Crazed with lust, filled with passion. We melted into 
each other, becoming the definition of sex into the night. I came 
in her. Collapsed on her. I relaxed beside her, knowing that we 
would make love again. After all, we had the whole weekend. A 
whole weekend of sitting by the fire, sipping wine, and staring at 
heather's naked body.
   And if Heather had her way... a whole weekend of playing games!

The End
