Midsummer's Eve, part 1
Renee arched her back upward and groaned as she thrust her clit
against John's surging cock. He was pumping into her faster and
she urged him on, seeking her third climax of the evening. She
felt his legs tensing between her pressing thighs as his breath
came hot and ragged against her mouth. She gripped his head
tightly with both hands and penetrated his open mouth forcefully
with her tongue just as he thrust deeply into her and exploded
inside. She cried out to him to press on, to push into her. "Make
me come, John! Oh John--FUCK me. Oh GOD!" His hard cock pressed
into her again and again and her tension built and finally
crested with another cry of delight. "Oh gggoddd, oh fuck, OOHHHH
FUCK OH JOHN OHHHHHHhhhh!" She held him inside her and wrapped
her legs around his in a tight embrace as he danced his tongue
over her lips, sharing soft kisses as her breathing slowed.
"Oohhhh that was good. Oh John. So good."

John closed his eyes and felt her lips brushing against his, felt
his hardness slowly softening in the liquid pool of her vagina.
He smelled their comingled sweat and sex and tasted her sweet
breath. He sighed and looked on her smiling face. Two hours ago
he was a 23 year old virgin, and would have hardly dared to dream
of such a delight. And all because his sister had needed a new
hard drive...

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The sun was already hot in her face as Renee Walters emerged from
County's emergency entrance at 7:30 that morning. It had been a
wild night, though not a full moon, despite the popular ER
folklore. Marta Janssen, the charge nurse overnight, had
mentioned that it was Midsummer's Eve, the shortest night of the
year, and that today would be the official start of summer--but
the twelve-hour shift had seemed plenty long, and after a
five-day stretch of 90-degree heat and humidity, summer's arrival
seemed pretty well established. Full moon or not, there had been
something in the air. Even Marta, looking to celebrate her 20th
wedding anniversary that weekend, had been making bawdy comments
all night long and teasing Dr. Williams about his recent
honeymoon, the thought of which had kept him smiling far too
broadly as he dealt with the constant flow of intoxications,
injuries and other stupidities that vexed his typical Friday
night shift. The raw sexuality of the evening was further
heightened at about 2 am when the police brought in a naked
couple who had been collected from a downtown fountain. The
middle-aged male had slipped and gashed his head, prompting his
buxom companion to reflexively dial 911--not considering that the
man's state senate colleagues and constituents, to say nothing of
his faithful wife and children at home--might not wish to see his
name on a police report for indecent exposure. Renee just shook
her head as she stepped into the sticky morning light, imagining
the cold reception awaiting the senator on discharge.

Outside the hospital, Renee noticed a compact car pull up, driven
by a pretty young African-American woman who appeared to be
wearing nothing but flimsy pajamas. She snickered as a grinning
Dr. Williams rushed to hop in next to his bride. Her friend Maria
made an offhand comment about the doctor's sleep being
postponed--but she too was greeted by a handsome young man and
helped onto a waiting motorcycle. "Put on your helmet, Maria--and
make sure he wears 'protection' too!" Renee called out. Maria
smirked and made sure that her young man received an unmistakably
provocative kiss before they sped off.

Renee sighed and buckled up her cycling helmet as she started the
short ride home. It seemed that everyone was paired off and
enjoying the sultry, libidinous Saturday morning. As she biked
across the river toward the university she saw couples walking
hand in hand to coffee shops, and noted churches preparing for
back to back to back weddings. Meanwhile, she was six and a half
months out from an engagement that had taken too painfully long
to die, and hadn't felt the loving touch of a man for many weeks
longer than that. By the time she pulled up to the aged duplex
near the U, her scrubs were wringing wet with sweat. She secured
the bike at the back porch and trudged up the creaky wooded steps
to the apartment she shared with her nursing school classmate,
Helen. She braced herself against the possibility that Helen and
her boyfriend, Scott, might be home and also radiating a glow of
conjugal bliss--but their home was empty and she remembered that
they were tent camping up north for the weekend. She drew shut
the curtains that shaded the high old windows and turned on the
ceiling fan to circulate the stagnant air. She shed her scrub top
and pants as she plodded into the kitchen for some cold water,
drinking it as she finished stripping down on her way to the
shower.

In spite of her fatigue, the cool water seemed to invigorate her
senses as it washed away the sweat. She shampooed thoroughly,
lathering, rinsing, and repeating for good measure, enjoying the
tickle of soap suds over her breasts and shoulders. She soaped
her armpits liberally, and found that her nipples seemed to swell
a little as she brushed lightly across them. Washing more firmly,
she noted that there was an echo of response in her groin, and
with the relaxation of her muscles in the spray, she began
allowing space in her mind for erotic thoughts. Soaping her legs
and feet, she visualized Maria with her thighs wrapped around the
young man, riding him to orgasm before succumbing to sleep. As
she rinsed her bottom, she thought of Dr. Williams' firm butt
flexing and tensing as he thrust into his willing bride and
brought them to a crashing climax together. As the shower rinsed
the last soap down the drain, she was definitely aware of her own
desire. Drying off on her way to her bedroom, she paused only to
position an oscillating fan at her bedside and turn down her
sheets. She would sleep the heat of the day away somehow, but not
before she had stirred up the heat between her legs. Images of
her friends danced through her mind in imagined ecstacies. She
thought of Scott and Helen in their tent, fucking happily to the
approving whispers of towering pines, remembering how Helen's
satisfied moans had drifted across the hall a few nights before.
Her fingers danced across her clitoris and slid through the
slipperiness of her labia. The night she overheard Helen and
Scott she had felt this arousal too, but fell asleep sobbing with
a sense of emptiness there. Today the sexual charge had built up,
though and she surrendered to the lust and desire throbbing in
her groin. She wanted so much to be filled, to feel the weight of
muscular manhood pressing over her and into her. Quickly, she
reached for the extra help she had hidden in her nightstand.
Bought on a drunken lark, the batteries of the vibe had weakened,
but it was still the right size, shape and texture to fill the
ache between her legs. She rubbed more fervently at her clitoris
as the rubbery cylinder penetrated easily. Two, then three quick
thrusts and she was there. Her legs tingled, tensed, then
tremored as the spasms of orgasm rocked her pelvis. She let out a
gasp and moan as a wave of warmth surged upward to her breasts,
causing her small pink nipples to tighten to hard points. A final
spasm of pleasure, then warmth, relaxation, and the quiet breeze
of the fan cooling her flushed skin. The spent vibrator dropped
between her outstretched legs, and she let the receding waves
rock her to sleep at last.
