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{ASSM}"Alphabet Game: Undaunted"{Dancer}(MF)


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Admonition: This story contains explicit descriptions of 
people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual 
activity.  PLEASE do not emulate these people since they 
are fictional characters existing in a fantasy world where 
sexually transmitted disease and unwanted pregnancy don't 
happen.  You don't live in such a world, so "let's all be 
careful out there."

Oh, and minors shouldn't be reading this stuff - if you 
can't place the quote I just made in the last paragraph, 
you probably aren't old enough to be flipping through ASS*. 
Bugger off and watch 'TV Land' instead, so you can bone up 
for little age-testing quizzes like this! :)


Copyright notice: Dancer, the author of this smutty little 
opus, holds all rights of reproduction.  Private copies for 
personal perusal and archives for NON-commercial 
distribution are permitted by her.


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(Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too!  ;)


Editor's Note: Here it is - part twenty-one of Dancer's 
'Alphabet Game'; twenty-six hot, little vignettes she 
whipped out in something like a week or two - Lord Malinov 
eat your heart out with that semi-annual 'story-a-day' run 
I remember *way* back in the 20th century! ;) (Is he still 
around?)

And relax - these stories are all self-contained - you 
don't HAVE to read them in order, or read any of the ones 
that might squick you...

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The Alphabet Game (21/26)
Undaunted *
Copyright Dancer 2001

(* - Not faltering or hesitating because of fear or 
discouragement.)


1987
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"Deb, I'm telling you, if one more cadet makes a remark 
about 'Charlie's Angels', I'll shoot him." Cyndi's rant was 
interrupted by a knock on the dorm door. Deb opened it and 
glanced back at her roommate.

"It's for you, Cyn."

"Who is it?" Cyndi stalked to the door. "Oh, hi Pete."

Pete stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets. "Hi Cyndi. I 
was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie with me 
tonight."

"I can't," Cyndi replied. "Sheffler's forensics final's 
tomorrow morning and I need to study for it." Pete looked 
dejected and she felt guilty. "I really do have to hit the 
books, Pete. I'm not lying."

"I know. Guess I have bad timing with you."

"After the test, you can take me out for coffee, okay?"

Pete smiled a little and nodded. "Great. You want to meet 
me here or at Alfredo's?"

"Stop by here around two." Pete said goodbye and Cyndi 
closed the door behind him.

Deb was lounging on her bed. "I'm glad you decided to see 
Pete. He's a nice guy."

"And persistent." She received a pointed look from her 
partner and sighed. "Yes, I decided to have sex with him if 
he asks for it."

"Before or after the coffee?" Cyndi threw a sneaker at Deb.

                *               *               *

Pete showed up at Cyndi's room right on two. She opened the 
door and let him in. "Deb's not here," she told him. "She's 
practicing at the shooting range."

"We're alone?" Pete gulped.

"Uh-huh." She sat down on her single bed and patted the 
spot next to her. "Sit down. I won't bite." He sat and 
clasped his hands together in his lap. "Relax, Pete, 
everything'll be fine. Trust me."

"It's just that, well, you're so pretty and I, uh," Pete 
said quickly. Cyn gave him an encouraging nod. He wiped his 
sweaty palms on his pants. "I'm so nervous being alone with 
you. The guys are PO'd because you said you'd have coffee 
with me and, of course, they all think we're going to do 
it."

"Do you want to? Have sex with me, I mean?"

"I never expected you to agree to anyth-" Pete's words were 
cut off as Cyndi covered his mouth with hers and slid her 
tongue passed his lips. She fell backwards, bringing his 
skinny body on top of her. One hand immediately cupped a 
breast and the thumb brushed across her nipple, making the 
nubbin erect. She ran her right hand over the bulge between 
his legs and squeezed just a touch. "Rmmfph," Pete mumbled 
against Cyn's pliant mouth.

"What?" she asked huskily after tearing her lips away.

He flushed slightly. "I had an accident." He rolled off and 
sat up with his head in his hands. "Sorry, Cyndi, I'm truly 
sorry." He uncovered his face and gazed at her. "And don't 
say anything about how this happens to every guy."

"I wasn't going to," Cyn replied. "I was going to tell you 
how flattered I am that I made you lose control." She 
brushed a kiss along his cheek. Pete felt his flaccid cock 
harden at the touch. "You aren't the kind of man who leaves 
a lady unfulfilled, are you?"

"I guess not since I'm erect again." He quickly dropped 
trou and she did the same, both kicking their pants and 
underwear off their feet. Cyndi lay back and opened her 
legs, inviting Pete to climb on. He got on his knees, 
rested his cockhead against her slickened hole and sank 
inside to his balls. "God, Cyn, you feel incredible!" Pete 
groaned loudly.

She caressed her hands along his shoulders and smile 
dreamily. "You feel good, too. I'm glad I said yes to you." 
He thrust rapidly, his hips pounding her like a jackhammer 
breaking concrete. She lifted herself to meet his demands 
and cooed his name. The walls surrounding Pete's cock 
tightened ever so slightly and sent him over the edge.

"AAAAHHH!" Pete hollered as he ejaculated. When Cyndi 
realized he was cumming, she orgasmed quietly, her body 
shaking with tiny shudders. He recovered first and 
stuttered, "Shit! I forgot th-the rubber!"

Cyndi brushed at his forelock. "Don't worry. I put my 
diaphragm in earlier."

End part 21

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Author's Note: For more about Cyndi and Deb, read 
"Rapture", Parts 1 & 2.


Editor's Postscript: Which probably means I'm going to have 
to proof and post said story! :)  Cyn & Deb are sort of 
peripheral characters in "Rapture" - an *old* story from 
*waaay* back when Dancer and I were still co-habitating; I 
helped her a little with that one.  I'll get it ready for 
posting over the weekend, and post it Monday morning.


