{empath} "A Birthday Wish Come True" ( M/F oral rom ) [4/4]

Copyright 1997, by Empath

WARNING:  
	This narrative contains subject matter that has been deemed 
unfit for the perusal of those under the age of majority.  A 
good rule of thumb to follow is if you are unable to vote where 
you live, don't take the risk of getting caught reading this.  
(That also covers the less.'enlightened' of the world's 
governments.)

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	They returned to town, with her insisting that he drive, 
and she kept him stimulated all the way back.  Despite these 
distractions, Mikel returned them to the parking lot safely and 
quickly.  Getting back into the apartment was a different story.

	"I thought YOU took the key back.  It's your apartment; 
surely you'd concern yourself with it."

	"I figured you would make an EFFORT to give it back to me 
and *don't* call me Shirley!" she replied.

	"Yuuuhhhhh; you're right - I should have either thought to 
keep the key with me, or consciously return it to you...I'm 
sorry.  But this doesn't get us inside - do those windows open?"

	Nadine sighed.  "No; I've got central air, remember?"

	"Well, we can get the super to let us in."

	"He doesn't live in the building, and isn't around on 
weekends."

	"But you have a number to call in an emergency like this?"

	"Oh, yeah...inside."

	Mikel said a bad word as he sat on the floor.

	"Well, maybe the phone repairman will have something," she 
posed as she sat beside him.  Mikel rested his head on her 
shoulder, and looked up at her.  He frowned for a second, then 
straightened up.  "Or maybe you've got something.  It's a good 
thing you have long hair, honey - gimme one of those hairpins!"

	"Oh, come ON - that's so cliche," she replied.  She did 
fulfil his request, though.  "You mean to tell me you can pick 
locks?"

	"No, this piece of metal is too thick, and I only know the 
basic theory behind that, but I am gonna try something."

	"What - you're MacGyver or something?" she joked.

	"Almost certainly not - this probably won't work!"  He 
straightened the curved strip of wire.

	"It's better than sitting in the hall here until Monday, 
though" Nadine said, standing up and pulling her boyfriend up 
after her.  He knelt in front of the handle and fiddled with it 
a bit.

	"What're you doing - I can't see!"

	"Good - this is a State Secret; if I told you, I'd have to 
kill you," he joked.

	"Whatever, I'll worm it out of you later."

	Before long he cried out with success and pushed the door 
open.  "Aprez-vous, Mademoiselle."

	"Merci, mon tres, tres cher amour!"  She gave him a kiss 
for his efforts and entered.  He smiled and stood with a click.  
She grabbed his hand and tugged him into the apartment.

	Once Mikel was sure the door was securely shut, they hugged 
and Nadine showed him around her small domicile.  When they were 
done, Mikel remarked, "I gotta get you a couch for Christmas, 
too."

	"Oh, you're so full of practical gift ideas."

	"Heh, you want to see just how *full* I am right now, 
love?" Mikel asked in a deep voice as he stroked her back and 
put on his 'salacious grin'.  His audience was prevented from 
saying anything by a sudden buzz.  "That'll be the Phone Company 
- keep that thought for another hour and I'll make it worth your 
while!"  She slipped out of his embrace and answered the 
intercom, allowing the real technician up.

	She glanced back to see him putting the notebook on the 
table before her other computer.  "Eager to try my laptop out, 
hon?" 

	"Yes, and I'm dying to show you the ins and outs of your 
new computer, too!" her beau replied, getting a throw pillow in 
the back of the head for his troubles.  

	They both made for the door when a knock was heard, the 
woman glancing through the peephole.  "Could you show me some ID 
or a work order, please?" she called.  There was a short pause, 
and she remarked "I *guess* that'll do," as she opened the door, 
frowning disapprovingly at her lover.

	The telephone repairman - or woman - stepped in, causing 
Mikel to raise his eyebrows.  The look on Nadine's face said: 
'there; that's one surprise I've given YOU' before she turned to 
the technician and asked "I'd like the plug over near the table 
with the computer - computerS on it."

	"Oh, you want a MODEM line; we can put in a dedicated line 
for that and get you a nice fast hookup.  It's not much more 
expensive than the second phone line, anyway."

	As his belle was mulling it over, Mikel stepped up.  "Well, 
I think she was planning to save the money, uh, Joanne, but now 
that her primary reason for email is HERE," he announced as he 
embraced Nadine from behind, "she MAY want to 'spurge' - 
especially considering that we can afford it."

	"Yeah, go ahead with the special line," the hugged woman 
decided.  

	"Okay," Joanne replied.  "But I'll need better cable, and 
you'll have to install a particular modem that we provide."

	"Ohhhh, this'll take long, won't it," Mikel asked, nearly 
whining.

	"Um, yes - I may even need to call in for some help-"

	"Oh, I can help!" he blurted out.  "I'm rather adept with 
electronics and computers; anything to save time - uh, well you 
must have other customers to see this afternoon," he added 
hastily, provoking a vague smile from the woman in his arms.

	"Okay; excuse me while I go down and get the gear from the 
truck," the technician replied.

	"My, aren't we gallant, Mikel; are we attracted to Joanne?" 
Nadine asked after the other woman had left.

	"Hardly, she's too tall for one thing.  Why do men prefer 
short women?" he asked.

	"Because they don't like to get sore necks from looking up 
all the time.  Yeah, you told me."

	"Well, the reason I offered to help is to get her done and 
out of here as fast as possible so you and I can-"

	>BZZZZZZZZT<

	They laughed at the timing of the interruption, and let 
Joanne back into the apartment.  "Okay, this is the cable I'll 
be stringing through the wall," she said, handing Mikel a coil 
of heavy wire.  "This is the modem you'll have to install - and 
here are the forms you'll have to sign, miss - this is a 
different job than what you asked us to do originally," and she 
handed Nadine two pieces of paper.

	"Right, thanks."

	"Well, I'd better pop downstairs to see where the phone 
switchbox is, could someone show me the way?"

	"Nadine, you had better; I've only been here...five hours," 
Mikel admitted, checking his watch.  He picked up the box with 
the modem and opened it.  "Mind if I use your tools, miss?"

	"Not at all; like you say - you'll save me time, and I only 
need a measuring tape."

	"And maybe a flashlight," Nadine added, "the lighting isn't 
very good - just the laundry area."

	"Right then," Joanne grabbed the two items from her toolkit 
and handed it to Mikel.  "Let's go."

	When they returned, Mikel had completed his task.  Joanne 
got to work and before long another plug was installed in the 
wall.

	"You're now ready, hardware-wise," Joanne declared, 
ignorant of the smirks that her customers failed to suppress.  

	"But we still have create an account for you."

	Nadine spoke up.  "So when all this is over, I can just..." 

	"When we have your account ready, you're ready for anything!"

	"How soon can you get the account ready?"

	A pained expression accumulated on her face, "Now that's 
not so great - we'd usually have an account ready for you in a 
matter of hours, but it's Saturday..."

	"And the guy who does that isn't in on the weekends." 
Nadine realized.

	"Sometimes," the other woman countered, "but only if he 
knows in advance he'll be needed, and I thought you just wanted 
a regular phone line."

	"Oh well, you'll have it for her on Monday then?"

	"But I've got to be at school on..." Nadine began, but was 
cut off by her lover.  "Remember, love - you don't HAVE to do 
anything anymore!  Do you *want* to keep at the classes?"

	She thought deeply for a moment, brow creased and a hand 
over her mouth.  "Yes," she finally decided. "I started it, and 
I'd like to finish it."

	"Good for you then," and he hugged her from behind, his 
chin on her shoulder.  "You can go on to classes on Monday, and 
I'll hang around here take care of this for you; the phone call 
won't take long, will it?"

	The technician looked surprised, "Oh, no - we'll have to 
drop off your information; we don't give out that sort of stuff 
get out over the phone!"

	"But you're the PHONE COMPANY," he exclaimed.

	"Yes, and they know just how vulnerable their system is; 
why almost ANYONE could - I don't know - maybe dress up like a 
repairman, and claim to work for them, couldn't they?" his lover 
asked him with an evil grin.

	He coloured, and gritted his teeth.  "Gee, well I *guess* 
that's possible...I've never heard of it happening, but you're 
right - it wouldn't take much to fool the average person..."

	Joanne sensed a shift in the mood, but decided not to 
follow it.  "Anyway, someone will just drop off a sealed 
envelope with your account name and starting password...uh, tell 
you what; do you two want TWO accounts, or are you lovebirds 
gonna be sharing this one?"

	"Gee, is it that obvious?" Mikel asked insincerely as he 
pulled Nadine even closer into his arms.  The two women just 
rolled their eyes.  "Well, what do you think, hon?  Are you 
going to use this account in and of itself, or just use it to 
piggyback to your HCC account or others you might get?  If you 
won't use it for anything personal, we may as well both use it - 
I'll even be able to access my old freenet account back in Nova 
Scotia."

	"That sounds fine - I've been using my college account all 
this time, and that's where people expect to find me - I'd hate 
to get them confused; we'll just take the one and share, 
thanks."

	"Okay then, good luck with your classes on Monday, and 
you'll get your account info sometime that morning."

	They gathered her gear together and Joanne exited quickly, 
noting the mood of those two changing yet again, and thought 
wistfully of her schedule for the afternoon.  'Two more calls, 
and then I can get back home - oh, I hope Geoff got Mom to take 
the kids!'  She grinned at the force with which the door was 
shut behind her. 'Huh!  I got outta there not a moment too soon 
for them!'

	In fact the door had been closed by the weight of two 
people leaning against it; Nadine, back against it and pressed 
by Mikel who was diligently attempting to draw her very soul 
from her through her open mouth.  They kissed quietly but 
passionately.  When they had exhausted themselves of air, he 
relinquished her lips and tilted his head down so that their 
foreheads rested together and the tips of their noses just 
touched.

	"FINALLY, I couldn't wait for her to leave!"

	"Oh, is that why you helped her out?"

	"Hey, I was just making sure you weren't getting 
screwed...that's MY job," he exclaimed with a wolf-like grin.

	"Mmmmm, time to get back to work then, lover," Nadine 
ordered as she locked her hands behind his neck and drew him 
back to her.  She trailed her lips up his cheek to breathe hotly 
in his ear, running the tip of her tongue around the ridges of 
his earlobe.  He was filled with desire and energy, and his arms 
snaked around her body and bundled her up into his arms again.  

	She was surprised as he tilted back taking her body's weight on 
his abdomen, their combined center of gravity securely over his 
hips and strong legs.  "Careful," she gasped, but he stepped 
back, not staggering, striding slowly but steadily toward the 
bedroom. They continued slowly and after what seemed to be an 
age, they fell onto the bed side-by-side. 

	"Well, I don't want to complain, but I got the impression 
that you could've got us here faster..."

	"S'good practice; if I keep at it, before long I'll have 
the build to easily carry you across the threshold..."

	"You mean-"

	Mikel took her head in his hands.  "I love you, Nadine; I 
want to spend the rest of my life with you.  You are the most 
important thing in the world to me - your happiness is foremost 
in mind.  And I've always skirted around this topic because I 
couldn't talk of it properly - say what you will, growing up in 
a relatively isolated culture has left a large part of me as 
old-fashioned: what I want to ask of you I can only do so in 
person..."

	She sat up cross-legged on the bed as he reached over to 
his suitcase and removed a small square jewelry box.  He slid 
off the bed and knelt before her, taking her hand in his.  "You 
know what I'm gonna ask, love, but there is a protocol that's to 
be followed in these sorts of things," he jokingly admonished 
her, waggling a finger in her smiling face.

	"Will you marry me?" she blurted out.

	"That's MY line!" he raged, grumbling as he eased up to the 
bed and pressed her back into the mattress.  "Yes, I will be 
your husband, gladly and willingly and for as long as you will 
have me, and you?"

	"Yes," Nadine whispered, gazing up into his glistening 
eyes, and pressed her lips to his.  

	Mikel's mouth opened and he sucked on her lips, coaxing her 
tongue to explore him.  It was met by its counterpart, and the 
two muscles stroked each other and pressed back and forth over 
teeth and lips.  They rolled around like a pair of lovers, 
mirroring the passions of their owners.  

	His hands unbuttoned her blouse, and hers did similarly to 
him.  She pushed him up and they stopped kissing to breathe.  He 
delicately removed her glasses, assuring her that "I don't think 
you'll be interested in looking at anything more than six inches 
from your face."  Each slipped their arms from their garments 
and he encircled her, nibbling on her neck with tiny, tickling 
bites.  He reached behind and, while one hand moved her adust 
mane clear, she felt a brief tightening in her brassiere strap, 
then a release. 

	"Told ya I knew how to handle a bra-catch," he announced to 
her, smugly smiling as he slipped the straps from her shoulders, 
revealing her breasts.  He bent down to attend to her nipples, 
warming the air surrounding these awakening rosebuds with his 
breath.  His fingers cradled her breasts gently squeezing and 
stroking them.  Her heavy breath was testament to his 
activities' success.  

	As Mikel's lips encircled one nubbin, Nadine's hands ran 
through and grasped his thick brown hair, guiding him to the 
intensity of his suckling.  Her chest flushed, blood rushing to 
her breasts, causing them to swell, and her breath came in gasps 
and moans.  

	With his mouth firmly attached to one breast, and one hand 
caressing the other, his free digits wended their way down her 
torso, tickling this patch of skin, pinching that, until they 
reached her only remaining articles of clothing.  His hand 
cupped her sex, grinding the fabric of her slacks against the 
pubic hair.  As his fingers began to stroke her labia through 
the material, she tensed and sat up.

	"No; while I can still think - let me do something."  
Nadine pushed him over onto his back and stroked his bare chest.  
Her hands moved from his well-defined shoulders, down past 
undeveloped pectorals and traced circles around the slight bulge 
of his abdomen.  

	Mikel noticed the focus of her attentions, and spoke.  
"Yeah, I know, it's not exactly the washboard abs of a 
'Baywatch' beefcake..."

	"Oo, hush," she replied, lightly slapping his belly.  
"What's important is that it's part of you, and - most of all - 
it's *here*."  She concluded her comment with a kiss on his 
navel.  "Now, there's other parts of you that I'd to take a 
closer look at."

	"Fine, fine - it's not like I can't guess what you're 
talking about," he replied, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

	"Hey, careful, bub," Nadine retorted, planting her hand 
over his crotch and gently squeezing.  Her lover's eyes widened 
with concern and he quickly blurted "Sorry, sorry - you're 
beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, witty, sexy, funny, you make people 
feel better just by being around..."

	She snorted derision at Mikel's attempt of flattery, and 
grasped his belt.  "Whatever!  I seem to notice that you're not 
quite so happy to see me..."

	"Oh?  Ah well, you have to remember that the poor little 
guy has had more exercise today than he's had in SEVEN YEARS; 
it's expected that he'd need a little more time to get 'pumped' 
for the next event!"

	She pulled the zipper of his khakis, and slid her hand 
under his jockeys to grasp the topic of their conversation.  
"I'd have thought he'd be raring to go whenever I was around - 
the available female?" 

	"Give him time - I'm sure he's willing...I know I am," the 
supine man replied, his voice dropping to a lustful growl at the 
end.  And sure enough, as her hand shifted to encircle him, she 
felt a twitch, and a slow warming of his manhood.

	"Fine then, let me give him a little encouragement," she 
said as she drew his shaft from his underwear.  "Aw, he looks so 
cute when he's little like that," Nadine exclaimed, enjoying the 
blush of Mikel's cheeks.  She lifted his prick with a finger and 
thumb, taking a close look at the appendage in front of her 
face.  She bent down and lightly touched her lips to his 
cockhead.  In response, the shaft twitched again and his knob 
swelled.  "Oooo - he moved for me!"

	"Yeahhhhhh," came a moaned reply.  Mikel's eyes were closed 
and his face a mask of pleasurable concentration.  He frowned 
and inhaled quickly as he felt his lover's tongue run down his 
prick.  She kissed her way back up to the tip, and then slipped 
him into her mouth.  A hiss escaped from his lips as he she 
licked the underside of his head, and her teeth grasped the 
ridge of his glans.  Nadine then plunged her head down an inch 
or two on his cock, sucking as she drew back and leaving a 
'high-water mark' of her saliva.  Several more strokes had his 
entire penis glistening and rigid.  She let it slip from her 
lips and said, "there - now he's ready for action!"

	With his eyes still shut, he heard the rasp of another 
zipper, sighed as he felt a hand grasp him and awaited the feel 
of the condom.  He was surprised to feel something rather 
different sliding over his cock.

	"Woah, love - are we forgetting something?" he asked, as 
his eyes opened.

	"No, and since you love quantifying everything, try this 
out," she replied grinding her mound into his pubic hair as she 
ticked off her fingers.  "One: I'm only a few days away from 
finishing my first prescription of birth-control, so there's not 
*that* much chance to start.  Two: as you've said, this is 
Little Willy's third time at bat, so whatever you give up is 
gonna be low on potency.  And three: we've already gotten 
engaged just a few minutes ago.  Unless you're a real two-timing 
prick," and her expression told Mikel that the pun was intended, 
"I think if you did manage to knock me up, I wouldn't be too 
worried about bearing the child of the man I love.  Just 
remember that I get the drugs at the start this time, and get to 
hold and crush your hand during delivery!"

	"Well," he gasped as she rode him, "I guess you're right - 
I've done a lot today, and I'll almost be shooting blanks.  And 
as for your conditions," he replied, pulling the woman down to 
kiss her quickly but warmly on the cheek.  "a) the thought of 
you suffering the pain of merely a hangnail fills me with dread, 
and b) I agree, it'd only be fair...but make it my right hand, 
love."

	"Glad you consent, man - now let's get going," she sighed 
as she lifted herself and slid down onto him again.  He 
responded by shifting his pants down to his knees, and thrusting 
his hips up to meet her.

	They caressed each other, and moved to meet at the apex of 
each stroke, starting slowly, and building in tempo as her 
pleasure increased.  Mikel adjusted their positioning so that 
his shaft brushed her engorged clitoris every time.  He was 
rewarded with Nadine flushing with ecstasy soon after, her hands 
tweaking her breasts, her voice a soft moan, her body shivering 
and her cunt clasping him inside her.  She collapsed onto him, 
taking his head in her hands and initiated a long, passionate 
kiss.  He encircled her shoulders, hugging her to him, and 
kissed her back with equal verve. 

	They broke off, her nuzzling into the crook of his neck, he 
kissing his way up her cheek to brush his lips across her 
temple. "Mmmmm, I have to thank you, honey; you had the right 
idea with leaving off the condom - it just feels...so...well, 
better unfettered."

	"I miped id doo," she mumbled indistinctly into his 
shoulder. 

	"So you're saying it was also an improvement for you?" he asked, 
stroking her eyebrow with his cheek.

	"Ef, I mean 'yes'," came the reply as she moved her face to 
speak clearly.  "If I wanted the feel of rubber inside of me, 
I'd grab my vibrator."  She ran a finger along his collarbone.  
"Thank you."

	"For what?"

 	"Everything: coming to see me, treating me the way you 
have, being so kind,"

	"...And making you come so often!" he finished, a familiar 
sly grin returning to his face.

	"Yeah, that too," she admitted, twirling some of his sparse 
chest hair.  "I mean here we are; I'm in the aftermath, and 
you're still inside me and hard as wood."

	"Heh, well since you've pointed out that I like lists, 
three things: A) I once heard or read some guy say 'if it feels 
so good, why let it end so quickly?' so I guess I like the 
feeling too much to rush things.  B) I'm not sure, but I think I 
must have some sort of 'chivalry' gene - every time I help 
someone out or do them a favor or even just make them feel a 
little happier for just a moment, that makes me feel really 
good.  And I'm talking like a hit of seratonin or something - I 
get a real high off of altruism."  He ran his hands over her 
back, enjoying the feel of her body shrouded in her long hair.  
"Oh, and take it from me I've felt better than I have...well 
ever, ever since I first made you laugh over the phone."

	"Ah-HA, so the real reason comes out why you said my 
happiness was the most important goal in your life!"  Nadine 
exclaimed, raising herself up to her elbows and smiling evilly 
at him.

	He broke comically into tears, pressing his hands to his 
face, and hamming it up.  "Yes, YES!  I confess: I've been 
making you feel good solely for selfish reasons; I was only 
interested in myself!  I admit it, I'm addicted to charitable 
behavior; I'm hooked on good deeds!"   "HELP ME," he wailed.  
Slowly his 'sobbing' petered out, and peeking one eye through 
his fingers, asked "So, did ya buy it?" and received a pillow 
for his troubles.

	"No I didn't buy it, you silly man," she giggled.  "So 
what's the third reason?"

	"Oh, well.  Anyway, C)..." His smile remained, but she 
noticed that Mikel seemed somewhat more serious.  "C is that 
ever since I grabbed hold of you in the hall, just a few hours 
and half a lifetime ago, the very feel of your body, your every 
touch, makes me feel just...so...agh, what's the word!" A frown 
took possession of his visage, indicating his struggle to 
express the feelings he now experienced. "Oh, it's happiness, 
and it's pride, and it's strength, and so many things I can't 
even identify them - if this is what being in love is like, 
don't let it EVER stop, I say.  I...<sigh>...I just feel so 
perfect when I'm with you; like something God designed is 
finally happening the way he wanted...every stupid little saying 
about love is true - I'm feeling them all the time now; I'm so 
awash with emotion I'm surprised I can even talk coherently!  I 
LOVE you, Nadine Sanders, and that you've consented to marry me 
makes me feel just so right!"

	"Mmmmm; you're right - I feel just like you do."  Nadine 
rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and riding his 
lungs as they lifted her...up...and down...and up...and down.  
"I've said that my previous experiences haven't been quite so 
good.  And now, you're with me, and you're so nice, and you 
treat me like how I feel matters to you."

	"Ah, but it does, darling," he proclaimed, lightly tapping 
her nose with a finger.  "Everyone who's treated you badly or 
stepped on your feelings or just basically been less than civil 
has been, to put it simply, ignorant.  To not notice a lovely, 
funny, sexy woman, so full of the capacity to cheer others, and 
to be SO wonderful; it's just a crime..."

	"So you're gonna jail the asshole who cut me off in the 
supermarket yesterday?"

	"If I have to, yes.  Remember it won't be long before I'm 
rather wealthy, my wild rose, and with wealth comes influence; 
maybe the local police need the building renovated, or new cars 
or maybe a dental plan...pretty soon, that lout is being watched 
by the cops for the slightest infraction.  And since people who 
cut in lines tend to be equally thoughtless - on the road, for 
example - it wouldn't be long before the guy who slighted you 
winds up with a handful of traffic violations."

	"Mmmmm, you'd do that for me?"

	"Well, actually, the cops would do that for me, and I'd 
arrange it for you - just putting credit where credit is due, 
love" and he kissed the top of her head.

	"Oh no - I've created a nit-picking *monster*" Nadine 
murmured, running her nose across one of her lover's nipples.  
His body flinched pleasantly, reminding her of something.  "Oh!  
I can't believe we've been lying here talking all this time, and 
you're still in me."

	"Oooohhhh, I never forgot - it's been fantastic, feeling 
your every move on my dick."

	"But you got me off, so fair's fair..." and she shifted her 
hips and clenched her cunt muscles.

	"Oh...all right," Mikel replied, locking one leg around 
hers, clasping her to him, and he rolled them onto their side.  
He kissed her cheek and pushed himself into her, feeling his 
erection regain strength from the feel of her silky insides.

	She planted her hands on his shoulders, getting her entire 
body moving with their stroke for a while, enjoying the feel of 
his hardening member brush her clit.  Once he was fully erect 
again, she let him take over, thrusting into her with all the 
passion and love he mentioned during their pillow-talk.  

	She ran her fingers down his chest, and circled his tiny, 
vestigial nipples.   'Hmmmmmm.  Who was it that started talking 
about the redundancy of men's nips on the newsgroup - Jane?  
Heather?  Aw, who CARES!' she thought, as a wave of warm 
pleasure soaked through her.

	She glanced down to see Mikel teasing her tits with his 
moustache.  She brought her arms up around his head and pulled 
it into her chest.  He replied by latch his lips around one of 
her aroused nubs, rolling gently between his teeth.  She gasped 
as he flicked his tongue around her sensitive flesh, and a 
trickle of moisture seeped onto his prick as it slid into her 
with gorgeous repetition.  His head eased back and he groaned 
softly with the pleasure he was surely feeling.

	As he gave her other nipple the same treatment, her fingers 
worked into his hair and massaged his scalp.  Another shift in 
his posture caused multi-coloured stars to appear behind her 
eyelids as her clit was pressed back into her nether lips.  She 
pulled him up to her face, and sloppily kissed him, hugging him 
as if she wanted to pull his entire body into her.  She felt his 
hands pull her legs over his hips, and they rolled onto her 
back.  His cock was lower in her vagina as her legs encircled 
him, but a thumb pressed into her moist cavern attended to her 
clit.

	She pulled at his lower lip with her teeth and moaned, 
feeling his tongue caress the inside of her upper lip and gums.  
Nadine giggled as his moustache tickled her nose.  A twinkle in 
her man's brown eyes showed he was inwardly laughing with her.  
She released his lip and her tongue pushed his back into its 
home, stroking the roof of his mouth.  Mikel shivered in 
response and his thrumming of her engorged clit skipped a beat, 
causing a jolt of ecstasy to course through her veins.

	The man above her knitted his eyebrows in concentration, 
beginning to pant with lust and arousal.  He slid slightly 
higher on her body, and Nadine felt her nexus of so many 
pleasurable nerves dragged into her pussy.  She scratched his 
back with her fingernails, wordlessly encouraging him to greater 
and greater activity.  His pace increased, blurring the feelings 
that came from between her legs. She sighed with the feel of his 
hot breath on the side of her neck.  

	A few strokes more and she was in the throes of orgasm, her 
fingers digging into the muscles over his shoulder blades, her 
thighs squeezing his waist, and her inner labia clenching his 
swelling prick.  A high, quiet keening came from her mouth, 
accompanied by a roaring sigh from her lover's.  Even in the 
sensory overload of her climax, she felt his hot seed filling 
her cunt.

	Nadine's mind cleared, and she found herself lying across 
the bed with this man's recumbent body resting over her, limp.  
She kissed his nose and Mikel sighed, shifting slightly.  It 
took little effort for her to coax him to slide off of her and 
he curled up, his face smothering itself in her hair and his 
slick, slowly softening organ pressed into her leg.  His arm was 
still draped over her chest, a bar of warmth on her cooling 
skin.  After a few moments she felt him shiver, and his eyes 
slowly opened.

	"Ngggggg...mmmmmuuu.  Wwwwooooooowwwww," he indistinctly 
intoned, bringing a smile to her lips.  "Are you as chilly as 
me?"

	"Yeah, I'm sort of cold," she sighed, rolling to face him 
and stroking his arm with her free hand.

	"Is the heat working?"

	"It should be..."

	"And those windows aren't open, so...oh, wow - I can feel 
your heartbeat!"

	"So, we're pressed toget-"

	"No, you don't understand - I can feel it in your 
*fingertips*!"

	She grasped his wrist and draped his hand over her mouth; 
he was right, she could feel a faint but rhythmic throbbing on 
her lips.

	"Gee, did we heat up that much?"

	"I guess so; we're just so hot together even room 
temperature seems cold," Nadine mused as she shifted them to the 
head of the bed, pushing the suitcase onto the floor.  Mikel 
stopped suddenly, dozy but alert to something she didn't notice.  

	"You know something, beautiful?  We forgot to finish something." 
His arm reached behind him.

	She frowned and tried to recall the events on her bed.  
"Well, I came, we talked, and then both you and I came; I don't 
see anything missing with that."

	"Not that - that was perfect, love.  I'm talking about 
before that."

	"Oh gee, that's a little hazy-"

	"Flatterer!  Here, maybe this'll refresh your memory," and 
Mikel opened the small jewellery box in his hand a held it in 
front of her face.

	She regarded the small, hazy diamond in her vision, vaguely 
disappointed, until she realized her eyes were focusing properly 
- the central stone was nestled in a ring...no a *halo* of tiny 
diamond chips that stretched down one side of the gold band.  
She sighed and took the box in her hands.

	"It's a comet - you probably don't remember that I 
commented about Hale-Bopp early in our relationship, how we 
could look up at the sky and see the same thing at the same time 
despite the distance between us.  It's stuck in my mind ever 
since.  Now that I look back upon it, that errant lump of ice 
could've been a sign that we were meant for each other, and I 
wanted to remember that lucky coincidence."

	"It's...c'mere you!"  She kissed him and nestled her head 
under his.  Mikel sighed, half from happiness and half from 
exasperation. "Nadine, darling?  We're still not done with 
this."

	"What?  Oh, right.  Here."  She returned the ring to him, 
and pulled her left arm out from under his body.  He had the 
circle of gold in his fingers, and grasped her hand in his, 
kissing each knuckle softly.  "So, wanna get hitched, missus?" 
he asked smiling as she laughed at his affected Cockney accent.  
"Naah, let's try it like this," and his voice shifted up several 
classes.  "Dear, dear lady.  Would you grant me the endless 
pleasure of being my soulmate *officially*?  To be there both to 
console me and be consoled by me?  To share in my happiness and 
yours?  To love me and be forever loved in return?  Will you 
marry me?"

	"Yes.  I love you, Mikel, and everything you asked of me 
I'm only too happy to agree to; I found you, and I don't ever 
want to let you go."

	He slipped the ring onto her finger, fighting back tears of 
joy at her requiting his love.  He pulled her to him, and kissed 
her passionately, a salty wetness running down his nose and 
crossing onto hers.

	"God, you ARE a soft one, aren't you, man?"

	"Well, it's rather sappily romantic, isn't it?  Getting 
engaged a few days before your birthday!  But yeah, I'm a big 
marshmallow. <sniff>  Just imagine it - a wedding where the 
GROOM is crying!  It's just I've never been so happy in my 
life."

	"And how did you get the size right?"

	"Huh?  Oh...I didn't."

	"Yeah, right!"

	He smirked guiltily. "No, you're right - I can't lie to 
you.  Do you remember that letter you sent me?"

	"Which one?"

	"The one where you traced your hand on the page?  I got a 
jeweller to take a guess from that - looks like he was right!"  
Mikel shivered as their bodies cooled.

	"Oooo, let's get under the covers!"

	Her new fiance made no protest, his heavy-lidded eyes 
gazing possessively over her as she shifted their bodies and 
pulled the comforter over them.  "Thank you, fiancee," he 
sighed.  And kissing her on the forehead, he nestled into her 
shoulder and drifted off.

	She looked down his back to her left hand, watching the 
play of light on the symbol of their love.  She whispered into 
his ear, "Thank YOU, husband-to-be, for the best birthday 
present I could ever get," closed her eyes and dreamed of their 
happy future.

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End of Chapter Four and of "A Birthday Wish Come True"

Author's Note:

Right, first off this is my premier venture into global 
submission of erotica, so please bear with me as I learn the 
ropes...and whips and chains. ;)  If you found this story to your 
liking, please let me know by email. (empath@hotmail.com)  
Also bear in mind that I am not solely responsible for the 
better qualities of this story - I took advantage of Celeste's 
wonderful network of helpful proofreaders, and one charitable 
soul has given me much assistance.  

On the other hand, if you didn't like this story, you may 
find me fully responsible for deciding what was originally a 
love letter to the real 'Nadine' (yes, I am 'Mikel', but I'm not 
Norweigan, and 'Nadine' isn't in Nebraska) would be suitable for 
public comsumption.


