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 Oakley Samson walked down to the water.  There was a little surf, but not
enough for body surfing, she decided.  She walked back to her beach
umbrella and rummaged around in her bag.  She pulled out a snorkel mask and
some fins.  She carried them over to the lagoon side and put them on. 
Easing into the cool water, she put her face in and swam for the reef.  The
fish were out today in profusion and she swam with the schools.  A big crab
was scuttling along and she teased it, careful to avoid the big pinchers.
She dove for an hour and swam back to the beach.  There weren't many people
there on a Tuesday and she had the area pretty much to herself.  She ate
her sandwich and drank a bottle of water.  The rest of the afternoon she
spent with the fish and when she had enough she stood under the shower for
a few minutes, rinsing off the salt.
   She put her bag in the trunk and climbed in her Dodge Charger.  She
pulled onto the highway, winding along the shore.  She felt something cold
on her leg and looked down.  She was holding her insolated cup between her
thighs and it was leaking.  She felt a thump and heard a crash.  She wasn't
going very fast, maybe thirty but it was enough to send the bicycle and its
rider flying into the grass at the side of the road.  Oakley screeched to a
stop on the shoulder, jumped out and ran back to where a young man lay on
the grass holding his leg.
   "Oh my God, are you ok?" she asked.  "I'm so sorry!  Are you hurt
badly?"
   He looked up at her.  The first thing she noticed were his intensely
gray eyes.  They had pain in them and his light eyebrows were drawn
together in a frown.  He was very good looking for a white boy, she
thought.
   "I'm not hurt bad," he said.  "I think I may have a broken leg."
   "Jesus, I'm so sorry," she said again.
   "What were you doing?" he asked.  "Tell me you weren't texting."
   "No, I wasn't.  I was holding a drink between my legs and it was
spilling on me.  I swear I just looked down for a second.  I'm so sorry."
   "Yes, I know.  You keep telling me.  It's ok, I forgive you.  It could
happen to anyone.  I've done that before.  Help me up."
   She put her hand out and he took it.  His hand swallowed hers and when
he stood up, he towered over her.  She looked up at him.
   "Well, you're very tall when you aren't lying on the ground," she said.
"Can you walk?"
   "Let's find out," he said.  "Can I lean on you?"
   She moved close and he put his arm around her shoulders.  He put some
weight on his leg and winced.  "It's broken," he said.  "It isn't badly
broken, but I'm not going to walk home.  Help me over to my bike."
   The bike was a mess.  It had a fiberglass frame and it was broken.  The
rims were bent and it was obviously ruined.
   "It looks like a nice bike," she told him.  "Did you love it?"
   "No, I don't love things," he told her.  "It was a good bike and I
enjoyed riding it.  I can get another bike.  Is your car damaged?"
   Oakley helped him hobble to the Charger and they looked at the hood. 
There were a couple of scratches that she thought would buff out easily. 
"What are we going to do?" she asked him.
   "What do you mean?" he asked.
   "Do you want to call the police?"
   "Why?  They would probably taze or shoot one of us.  The only problem is
my bike."
   "What if I buy you another one?" she asked.
   "Ok, that takes care of that problem.  I have another one, though.  I
think I need to go to the hospital."
   "I have insurance," she said.  "I'll take you.  We'll have to tell them
I hit you though."
   "I don't want to do that," he said.  "I have insurance too.  We'll just
tell them I had a bike wreck.  Do you know, I don't even know your name?"
   "I'm sorry, I'm Oakley Sampson," she held out her hand.
   He took it firmly.  "Greyson Stokes," he said.  "Hell of a first
impression you make, Oakley." His smile that lit up those amazing gray eyes
took the sting out the words.
   She laughed, "This is how I get dates.  Your bike is junk, Greyson. 
I'll put the seats down and we'll throw it in.  If you'll take me to a bike
shop, I'll get you a new one."
   "Hospital first, then bike shop," he said.
   He held onto the car and hopped along to the door, letting himself in
while she put the ruined bike in the trunk.  She drove him to the nearest
hospital and stayed with him in the emergency room.  She found out that he
was a marine biologist with the University of Hawaii.  She told him that
she was in international business and worked for Cisco.  Neither one of
them were married and they actually lived close to one another in Waipahu.
He didn't surf, but he did dive, both scuba and free diving.
   "I'm surprised that you swim," he said.
   She looked up at him and saw that he was grinning at her.  "Ha, ha, so
funny," she said.  "You mean on account of how black people can't swim."
She laughed.
   "I'm glad you laugh about stuff like that," he said.
   "Why?  Why would you give a damn what I think?"
   "Well, we are going on a date," he said.
   "Hell, we are," she looked at him.  "What made you think that?"
   "You hit me with your car," he said.  "That's the way you get dates. 
That's what you told me."
   Oakley laughed for a long time.  "You're a clown, dude.  You make me
laugh.  Thanks for not being a tool about me hitting you.  I'm really so
sorry about that."
   "You can tell me more about it on our date," he said.
   "I'm not going on a date with you," she told him.
   "Why not?" he asked.
   "Well, let's see, I have a boyfriend, I don't know you, you're white and
you don't surf.  I'm sure I'll think of more in a minute.  Why would I?"
   "Well, I'm young, relatively well off, single, I have an extensive
knowledge of local hotspots, I'm not a racist like some I could mention and
you hit me with your car."
   "I'm not a racist," she said.  "I can't believe you said that."
   "Let's see, you won't go out with me because I'm white.  That seems at
least eccentric to me.  I would understand if some white guy walked up to
you on the street and asked you out.  You might he had some kind of twisted
thing for black girls.  Or, he might just think you're beautiful,
interesting, have a fantastic laugh, beautiful eyes, a propensity to hit
people with your car and not care at all if you're a little green girl from
Mars."
   That made her laugh again.  "There it is," he said.  "I just want to say
something funny so I can listen to you laugh."
   "Jesus, you know how to turn on the charm, Greyson.  Ok, I guess I owe
you.  I did break your leg and smash your bike.  I'll go out with you
once."
   "Bike shop first, then go out," he said.  "Well, actually cast first."
   They were in the emergency room for four hours before they actually got
the cast on and checked out.
   "I'm just glad I wasn't having a heart attack," he said.  "If it takes
that long for people that have real emergencies, they're pruning the
population pretty quick.  I'm sorry you had to wait so long, Oakley.  The
bike shop is closed.  Maybe we should wait for another day for the date
too. My leg hurts like hell and I'm sore all over.  I don't think I'm cut
out for a job as a crash dummy."
   "That might be best.  I still don't know how I'm going to explain you to
my boyfriend."
   "Do you live together?"
   "No, but he wants to."
   "I understand, why mention me at all?  It's one date.  If we go on
three, you should mention me.  Otherwise, it's just a laugh, right?"
   "I guess.  I'll drive you home, Greyson.  You can call me when you're
feeling better and we'll talk about the other stuff."
   She drove him home and found out where he lived.  "Jesus, Greyson, is
that your car?" she asked when they pulled up.  "What is it?"
   "Same thing you're driving," he said, "but from 1968.  It's a Charger
RT. Mine's not quite as quick as your RTS but it's a blast to drive and it
sounds better than yours."
   "Can we take it when we go out?" she asked.  "I love old muscle cars."
   "You're an unusual girl, Oakley," he said.  "You'll have to drive it. 
It's a four speed and I won't be able to shift very well."
   "I'm so sorry, Greyson," she told him again.  "I've just screwed up your
life for a while.  How will you get around?"
   "Stop, apologizing, Oakley," he said.  "It was an accident.  I'll be
fine.  I have a Mini with the British wheel.  I'll be fine.  Give me your
number and I'll call."
   Oakley was feeling very confused as she drove away.  Very few people she
had ever met had affected her like Greyson had in the short time she had
been with him.  She hadn't wanted to go out with him, but now she did very
badly.  They had talked more in the half a day they had been together than
she had with Tyrell in the last six months.  She had been feeling less and
less satisfied with him for a while.  His inability to keep a job worried
her.  He had half a dozen in the eight months she had known him.  She had
gotten him three of them.  It was never his fault.  He wouldn't show up for
work on time, called in sick constantly and hung out with his boys and did
a bare minimum when he was there.  His lack of interest in all the things
she loved and his drug use were becoming huge in her mind.  The sex was
great, but it's hard to get motivated to have sex with someone that won't
talk about anything but ghetto rat stuff.  At twenty five, she was well on
her way to realizing dreams she had cherished ever since she was a little
girl.  The problem was, she was leaving behind most of the cultural things
that had been such an important part of her life for years.
   Now she had met Greyson and she felt like she had never met anyone she
was so strongly attracted to.  She had a lot of trouble falling asleep that
night.  She got up and drank a glass of wine.  A comedy routine on TV
diverted her mind and she fell asleep quickly when she went back to bed.
   The next morning he texted her.  "Hope your day is as good as mine is
going to be thinking about Saturday."
   Oakley was thrilled and she didn't want to be.  Her fingers were moving
before she knew him and she sent him back a smiley face.  She flew to
Seattle on Wednesday and didn't get back home until Friday afternoon. 
Greyson had texted her every day, only once a day, and kept her thinking
about him.  She had kept him informed of her schedule and she hadn't been
home thirty minutes when the doorbell rang.  It was a delivery man and he
had a package for her.  When she opened it she laughed.  He had gotten her
three t-shirts.  They all had something funny about surfing on them.  There
was a note that said, "I wish I was there to hear you laugh."
   This was a hugely romantic guy, she thought.  She couldn't remember
looking forward to anything more than their date tomorrow.  He picked her
up at two thirty in the afternoon and he was driving the Charger.  He could
shift awkwardly, but he slid over and she drove.  He brought her a rose and
opened the door for her.  He thought she was stunning.  Her hair was a mass
of shining ringlets and she had on a red top and black pants.  He took her
to a coffee shop and they played Scrabble together, arguing like children
over made up words.  It was the most fun on a date she had ever
experienced. It was dinner time when they left and he took her to a
culinary school where they learned to cook Paella.  They sat at a small
table off the kitchen and ate one another's creation.
   After dinner she drove to the famous waterfall and pool and they sat in
chairs.  He took out two sketch books and pencils.  They drew the waterfall
and he got two strangers to look at their sketches and tell them which was
best.  They both chose Oakley's and he laughed.
   He took her to a psychic and they had their tarot cards read.  They got
a kick out of discussing their reading on the way home and telling each
other why they were wrong all the way back.  When they pulled up in her
driveway she didn't want it to end.
   "We didn't go to the bike shop," she said.
   "No," he said.  "I've decided to give up biking and take up surfing.  I
live in Hawaii and it would be a waste to never learn to surf.  I need
lessons and I know this beautiful little girl I'm hoping will give me a
lesson.  I'm going to need a board though, and I have no idea what to buy."
   Oakley was touched.  "Ok, Greyson; I'll help you buy a board."
   "Next Saturday?" he asked.
   "Ok, next Saturday.  How are you going to surf with a cast on your leg?"
   "I can't, but I can get a board and I can watch you.  I'll get some
ideas about the theory.  Pick you up at two thirty?"
   Oakley wanted him to kiss her.  He didn't show any signs of wanting to
come in so she waited.  He came around on his crutches and opened her door.
When she stood up he wrapped her in his arms and squeezed her.  "I had fun,
Oakley," he told her.  "You're a great girl."
   He tilted her head up and she offered him her lips.  He kissed her
deeply, but didn't press her.  "Thanks, Greyson," she told him.  "I had a
great time.  This was the best date I've ever been on.  You've got
imagination, baby.  Most guys take me to dinner and a movie.  I like that,
but this was better.  Keep asking me, ok?"
   He watched her walk up the sidewalk, her slender, firm butt moving under
the black slacks.  She looked back and smiled at him.  He lifted his hand
and she waved as she went inside.
   Oakley didn't return any of Tyrell's calls or texts that week.  He was
angry and called her a bitch and a ho on voice mails.  She sent him a text
telling him she was moving on and he shouldn't call her anymore.  He left
one more profanity laced message and she breathed a sigh of relief that he
was out of her life.  Her week passed quickly and she found herself
thinking about Greyson every morning when she woke up.  He texted her every
day, just some funny little message, and she looked forward to getting
them. On Friday, she got another package.  This time it was a pair of Tory
Burch, miller's sandals.  Oakley knew how much those cost and she loved
them.  She was wearing them, along with a bikini and a semi-transparent,
tie dyed wrap around dress when he picked her up on Saturday.
   She slipped behind the wheel and he gave her directions.  They pulled up
in front of a large, used book store.  He gave her fifty dollars.  "I want
you to buy the book for me that you think I should read," he told her. 
"I'm going to get one for you too."
   Oakley was enchanted with the idea and spent an hour finding the perfect
book.  It was hard to choose, but she finally settled on Soul on Ice, by
Eldridge Cleaver.  "I think this is the essential reading to realize what
being black in America is like," she told him.  "My experience is better
than that, but it's a microcosm I want you to understand, Greyson.  I want
you to understand me."
   "I want to understand you, Oakley.  I'll read it this week."
   He bought her Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand.  "I just think it's a great
read," he said, "and it starts to explain my philosophy of life.  It all
starts with Ayn Rand."
   She promised to start it Monday.  "I'm flying to LA," she said.  "I'll
read the whole way on the plane."
   She took him to the Surf Garage to look at boards.  They knew Oakley
there, and they got Greyson hooked up with a board from Chris Christenson.
He loved it and Oakley bought it for him.
   "I know this didn't cost as much as your bike," she told him.  "I still
owe you."
   "You're going to give me surfing lessons," he told her.  "We'll call it
good."
   She drove them to Diamond Head Lighthouse and they walked down to the
beach.  Oakley carried her board and a folding chair.  She got him sitting
in the chair and went back to get her bag.  He was handicapped by his
crutches, but he put them by his chair and watched her.  She wasn't really
thinking about it when she handed him her wrap.  She put sunblock on and he
watched in fascination as she stroked the lotion into her long caramel
colored legs.  She had on a yellow string bikini and he thought she was the
most beautiful girl he had ever seen.  He could see all that firm, toned
flesh and her ass was something out of fever dreams.  Her hips were slender
and those small, firm round cheeks made him want to reach out and squeeze
one.  Oakley glanced over at him and she felt shy, like a high school girl
going to prom.  She felt her nipples stiffen and she knew he could see them
in profile as she rubbed the sunblock into her tummy.
   "Stop staring, Greyson; you're embarrassing me," she said.
   "I can't help it," he said.  "God you're gorgeous, Oakley.  If you come
and stand in front of me, can I touch you?"
   "No!," she said.  "I mean, you can touch me, but I'm not going to do
that.  I'm not a stuffed toy."
   He thought her bikini was pretty well stuffed.  Her breasts weren't
huge, but he could tell they were full and heavy.  Her nipples were visibly
erect and he wanted to roll one with his fingers.  She picked up her board
and walked to the water.  Her hips rolled and her ass jiggled as she
walked. She could feel his eyes on her and felt her pussy moisten at the
thought that he found her beautiful.  She pushed the thought aside as she
paddled out to the break.  When she got the first break timed she rode it
in.  It was a long one and she had a great time.  She caught a dozen more
and then paddled back in to him She put her board down and he offered her a
beer.  When she came close he caught her and pulled her down on his lap.
   She stiffened up a little and then relaxed, snuggling into his arms. 
"You were amazing, Oakley," he told her.  "Do you compete?"
   "No, I'm not interested in that.  I am pretty good, but I don't do the
extreme stuff.  I want to have fun, not break my neck out on the Pipeline.
If you're going to do crazy stuff, I won't teach you."
   "I'm going to do crazy stuff, but it doesn't involve surfing," he told
her.
   She looked up at him and he drowned in those big brown eyes.  They had
flecks of amber in them and sparkled in the sun.  "What crazy stuff are you
going to do?" she asked.
   "I'm going to keep asking you out," he told her.  "I'm going to take you
sailing to Lanai, I'm going to climb the volcano on the big island with you
and I'm going to take you wind surfing.  After every one of those I'm going
to take you home with me.  Do you know what we're going to do there?"
   "Tell me," she whispered; her eyelids heavy and half closed.
   "I'm going to take you to bed and it's going to be the most spiritual
and erotic thing I've ever done," he said.
   His hand was on the bare skin of her tummy and he was tracing little
designs around her little navel.  She watched, paralyzed, as it moved up
over her ribs and onto the material of her bikini, the contrast between his
tanned white hand and her dark caramel skin made her shiver.  His finger
traced around one prominent nipple and she shuddered.  His touch was so
gentle and loving, like nothing she had ever experienced before.  She was
very horny and it had been a long time since she wanted someone like she
did Greyson.  She wanted him to fuck her!  The desire washed over her and
she pressed her hand on his, pulling it firmly into the breast he was
teasing.
   She offered him her lips and moaned into his mouth and he kneaded the
firm flesh of her breast under his hand.
   "First I'm going to take you home with me," she whispered.  "We're going
to take a shower together and then you're going to spend the night with
me."
   "What about your boyfriend?" he asked between kisses.
   "You're my boyfriend," she said.  "I got rid of the other one."
   "Really?" he pulled away and looked into her eyes.
   "Yes, I just have room for you in my life," she told him.  "Let me up
and I'll show you."
   He raised his hands and she packed up their stuff.  "What are we going
to do about your cast," she asked him on the way to the car.  "I forgot
about that.  Can you shower?"
   "No, I just stay sweaty," he laughed.  "I've been putting a garbage bag
over it in the shower.  Do you have a garbage bag?"
   "Yes," she said.  "Can we swing by your house and get you some clothes?
I want you to stay with me tomorrow.  Will you go to church with me?"
   "Do you go often?" he asked.
   "Yes, that's part of that black experience I want you to know about."
   "Then I'd love to go.  What will your friends think about you bringing
me?"
   "I don't give a damn what they think," she said.  "They'll think it's
odd.  I've never dated a white man before.  They'll just have to get used
to it or I'll make different friends.  What will your friends think about
me?"
   "They'll think I'm the luckiest dog on earth," he laughed.  "They'll
think it's odd at first.  I've never dated a black girl before, but most of
my friends are guys.  They don't think like girls.  They'll wish they were
me.  My few friends that are girls will hate you.  You're so gorgeous and
sexy that they won't like you at first.  Once they get to know you, they'll
wish they were me too."
   "Jesus, Greyson, do you have a bunch of lesbian friends?"
   "No, just a couple, but that's not what I meant," he laughed.  "They'll
wish they could be around you and be your friend like I am.  I don't just
want to fuck you, Oakley.  I want us to be best friends.  I love being
around you.  I've never known anyone like you before."
   Oakley melted inside.  "I like being your friend, Greyson.  You're the
most interesting person I've ever met.  I do want to fuck you though."
   He laughed and they pulled up in front of his house.  They went inside
and he showed her around.  He painted and he had a little studio.  "You
drew bad so I could win at the waterfall," she accused him.  "You're a very
good artist, Greyson," she said as she looked at his paintings.
   "I'd like to paint you," he told her.
   "Will it be a nude?" she asked.
   "I don't think I'd ever get any painting done if you were in here
naked," he laughed.  "Speaking of which, we have an appointment in your
shower."
   He picked out clothes, packed his shaving kit and she carried them to
the car.  She parked his car in her driveway and carried his clothes inside
while he followed her on his crutches.  She hung them up and went to the
kitchen to find garbage bags.  She was starting to itch from the salt on
her skin and wanted to shower badly.  Greyson followed her to the bathroom
and she made him sit in a small chair there while she took off his clothes.
His shorts and t-shirt were a little wet from where she had sat on him at
the beach.  She opened the zipper, unbuttoned them and he lifted his butt
so she could get them off.  He had on boxers and they were tented
obscenely.
   "Is that for me?" she asked.
   "I think it is," he chuckled.  "It's been like that since the minute I
met you.  Well, at least after I got out from under your car."
   "You're so mean," she giggled.  "I can't believe you brought that up."
   She pulled his shirt over his head and looked at him.  Damn, she
thought. The man was built!  He had huge arms and his traps rose up like
mountains.  She squeezed his pecs.  They were very large and he flexed
them, making them bounce under her hand.
   "What the hell?" she gasped.  "I've never seen anyone that could do that
before.  You have to teach me that trick."
   Her hands slid down over washboard abs and she grasped the waistband of
his boxers.  When she pulled on them he raised his butt again.  They hung
on the hardness of his erection for a moment then slid free.  His cock
sprang up, slapping Oakley on the chin.  The boxers fell to the floor,
forgotten as she stared, mesmerized at the sight of his cock.  She had
never seen a white cock before, at least not in the flesh, so to speak.  It
was huge!  She had heard all her life about how small white men were.  It
was obviously a lie; at least it was with Greyson.  The enormous shaft
towered out of a pair of egg sized balls.  He was clean shaven and the huge
purple head of his circumcised cock looked like a baseball to Oakley.  She
had thought Tyrell had a big cock, but she had never expected anything like
this.  She had been just hoping not to be too disappointed.  This was
intimidating.
   "Jesus, Greyson," she said.  "How do you walk around with that damn
thing?  I don't know about this, baby.  I've never had anything close to
that size in me.  Don't hurt me, ok, baby?"
   "I'd rather eat nails," he told her.  "Have I ever been rough with you,
honey?"
   "No, just don't start now.  You could injure someone with that."
   Greyson pulled her close so he could reach her.  He untied the wrap and
she stood in front of him in her bikini.  He pulled the bow at her back and
the top dropped to the floor.  Her big, luscious breasts fell out.  They
were a shade lighter than her caramel skin, a coffee with lots of cream
color.  Her areolas were small for the size of her breasts, barely bigger
than a quarter.  Her nipples were small too, just little pencil eraser
sized nubs, a milk chocolate color, capping the tip of each breast.  Her
breasts were full and heavy, the bottoms swelling and the nipples high,
tilting slightly upward.  He palmed them and gently pinched her nipples. 
She moaned and he let his hands slide down over the dramatic swell of her
hips to pull the bows at her sides.  She had a tiny sunburst tattoo in the
hollow of one hip where the bikini had hidden it.  She had a neatly trimmed
strip of black tight curls over the most beautiful pussy lips Greyson had
ever seen.  The lips were fat and bare, the skin silky and a little darker
than her thighs.
   He could see dusky inner lips and a hint of pale pink showing inside. 
She knelt in front of his and slipped the garbage bag over his cast. 
Pulling on the drawstring, she tied it tightly just below his knee.  She
pulled him to his feet and he wrapped one arm around her naked shoulders.
His touch made her shiver and she helped him into the shower.
   They took turns washing each other, their hands exploring the unfamiliar
territory and Oakley was so horny she couldn't stand still.  She rubbed her
thighs together, feeling the wetness of her pussy that had nothing to do
with the shower.  He soaped up her breasts, turning her so that her back
was against him.  She felt his huge cock slide between her ass cheeks,
under her and over her slick pussy lips between her thighs.  He squeezed
and kneaded her big breasts, pinching her nipples firmly and stretching
them out until they slipped from his fingers, slippery with soap.
   He washed her back and knelt, soaping up the most fantastic ass he had
ever seen.  He spread her cheeks and soaped up the little brown rosebud,
rubbing it firmly as she shuddered under the sensation.  When he turned her
around, he kept kneeling and washed her pussy, his finger sliding between
the dusky inner lips and up over her clitoris.  She moaned, thrusting
toward him and he rinsed away the soap.  She could feel his hot breath on
her pussy and when his tongue came out and tickled her clitoris she groaned
and held his head in her hands.
   He parted her lips with his tongue and lapped at her inner lips,
penetrating her entrance before moving up over the small labia.  She
continued to moan and push her little pussy against his tongue.  Oakley
loved having her pussy eaten, but most of her previous boyfriends hadn't
cared for it much.  Greyson seemed to love it too as his tongue pushed
firmly against her clit.  He teased it out of hiding and it elongated and
stiffened under his touch.  He circled it with his tongue, firmly stroking
the base and moving upward to flick at the engorged head.  He felt her
thighs begin to tremble and her belly sucked in and out in her arousal.
   The trembling became more pronounced and he felt her body tense.  He
cupped her ass in his big hands and pulled her into him as the warm water
cascaded over them.  He sucked the clitoris and hood into his mouth and
attacked it with his tongue, flicking it rapidly back and forth and Oakley
moaned loudly.  She could feel the tension building, centered on her
clitoris.  When she felt his long finger slip between her lips and plunge
deeply inside her, the feelings emanating from her pussy became
overwhelming.  She groaned and pushed herself against him.  She felt his
finger curling up inside her and he touched something that she had never
felt before.  There was a spot inside her that he was tickling that drove
her wild.  She felt the sensation flash over her, setting her on fire and
the tension that had been building in her body exploded, the most powerful
orgasm she had ever felt causing her to thrust wildly against his hand and
mouth.
   She convulsed, causing him to lose contact with his lips but his finger
continued to drive into her, keeping her cuming and tickling that spot with
fire.  She thought she was going to pass out, her blood pounding and her
breath coming in gasps.  She twisted her hips, trying desperately to escape
his finger in her.
   "Stop, Greyson," she begged.  "Please, that was soooo good but you're
killing me.  I'm going to pass out!  Please, baby; let me rest for a
minute."
   He slowly withdrew his finger and stood up, wrapping her in his arms and
cradling her head against his chest.  Her mop of wet black ringlets were
cradled in one hand and Greyson thought she looked adorable.  Her features
had that slack look of prolonged sexual excitement and her eyes were half
closed as she shuddered against him.
   Oakley could feel his erection throbbing between her legs and she wanted
him inside her.  She let him hold her for a long time while her breathing
slowed and her racing heart eased.  She looked up at him and he kissed her
passionately.  They held the kiss for a long time until she broke it and
turned the water off.  They dried each other off and she helped him hobble
to her bed.  She climbed in on top of him and he held her little body in
his arms.  They cuddled and kissed for a long time, whispering to each
other.  Little love things and sexy things as they nuzzled and kissed one
another.
   He rolled her over and lay over her.  "No, Greyson, I want to blow you,"
she said.
   "Maybe later," he told her.  "I want to be inside you.  I need to make
love to you, Oakley.  I want slow and sweet right now.  We can do hot and
nasty later, ok?"
   She nodded, "Ok, Greyson, but I want that big cock in my mouth.  I'm
going to love that."
   She felt him move down and his cock slid down over her clit, through her
pussy lips and lodged at her entrance.  Her pussy was dripping wet and the
huge head slid easily through them and inside her.  She gasped and
stiffened as her little pussy lips stretched impossibly around him.
   "Wait, baby," she pushed at him.  "Jesus that's huge.  Let me get used
to it a minute.  Damn, you've got a big cock.  I can't believe how big it
is!  Just wait a second."
   She drew a deep, shuddering breath and pulled at him.  He moved deeper,
sliding into her in a long slow plunge.  She felt him sinking into her and
it felt so hot, burning her to the core.  She felt her pussy expanding,
fluttering around the huge cock inside her.  He was deeper inside her than
anything she had ever felt and the girth of this huge invader was
stretching her wider than she had ever believed possible.  She felt him
push even deeper and she began to panic a little.
   "Greyson, wait a minute.  I need to rest again," she begged.  "Jesus
Christ, baby, how much more is there?
   "Almost there," he said.  "If you can't take it, that's ok, honey.  This
feels fantastic now.  You're so tight and hot, Oakley!  Your pussy is so
sweet, do you want to just make love with this?"
   It was starting to feel amazing inside her as she began to cope with the
sensation of being stuffed so full.  She wanted it all but she was afraid.
   "Just use this for a minute," she moaned.  "Give me this and then you
can go deeper after we get going."
   He drew back a few inches and then reoccupied the conquered territory
again.  rHe did it again and they found a rhythm as he moved inside her. 
She could feel her pussy lips being dragged out, clinging to the massive
shaft inside her as he withdrew and pushing back inside as he thrust.  The
sensation was driving her wild!  His cock was scraping over her little clit
and she was rapidly rising to orgasm.  His thrusts began going deeper and
she felt the head of his cock bump against her cervix as his pelvic bone
began to rub against her clit.  He was all the way inside her and the
feeling of being stuffed with that huge cock was driving her over the edge.
She felt a scream boil up from inside her as her thighs trembled and her
body attempted to bridge up off the bed.  Her orgasm swept over her like a
tidal wave and she heard Greyson moaning over her.
   "Oh, God, baby," she screamed.  "Fuck, I'm cuming!  Oh Jesus, Greyson,
oh my God I'm cuming; cuming so hard.  Oh, oh, oh fuck; cum with me baby!"
   She felt his cock swell even larger and then he was cuming in her, the
hot, ropey streams bathing her cervix and soothing the chafed walls of her
little pussy.  She exploded all over again when she felt his cum splashing
inside her and she writhed in passion as she continued to cum, over and
over, her body thrashing without control under him.  She gave tongue to her
pleasure, moaning and crying out as the contractions rippled through her
pussy.  He pushed deep, holding fully sheathed inside her and she felt her
pussy contracting around his cock, milking him for the last few drops of
cum.
   "Oh, God, baby," she panted.  "That was the most amazing thing that's
ever happened to me.  Damn, you're a good lover, Greyson.  You made me cum
like a firecracker.  I've never cum like that with anyone!  I'm worn
though, baby.  Jesus, I feel like I've been swimming for a hundred miles.
God, that was good, baby."
   She pulled him down so she could kiss him, her full, luscious lips
crushed under his.  She could feel him slowly deflating inside her and he
rolled off, pulling her to spoon against him and entering her from behind
with his still semi-erect cock."
   "I like to be inside you," he said.  "If we go to sleep, I want to sleep
inside you.  I'll stay kind of hard like this for a long time."
   He wrapped her in his arms and she sighed with contentment as she felt
his hand cupping one big breast.  He nibbled on the back of her neck and
she giggled.  His mouth was next to her ear and he whispered in it.
   "Oakley, I think I'm in love with you."
   She turned to look at him, her dark eyes liquid pools.  "I know," she
whispered.  "I think I'm in love with you too.  I never intended this to
happen, Greyson.  I'm so glad I ran over you."
   He shouted with laughter.  "Yeah, me too.  You can run over me anytime
as long as it ends up here."
   Oakley relaxed, loving the feeling of his cock inside her.  Her eyes
closed and she drifted off, knowing that all was right with the world.
  
It Was an Accident