Renee woke to an irregular tap-tap-tapping sound. It took her a few minutes to become conscious enough to orient herself. It was a real downside of working long overnight shifts, this waking unsure of what time or even day it was. Her clock read 3:15, and it was light enough that she could at least be sure it was still day. She decided that the six or so hours she'd had to sleep would be enough until later tonight when she could try to get back on a human schedule. The sky was looking a bit threatening, and there was some wind starting to build up, causing untrimmed branches of a tree to scrape against the side of the house. Rubbing her eyes, she plodded to the kitchen in search of some cold fluids. 

"Um, Renee--I don't want to startle you, but you might want to cover up a little...", urged a quiet voice from somewhere behind her. 

Renee jumped, simultaneously realizing that she was not alone, that she was stark naked, and that there was an unannounced male visitor in her living room. She futilely tried to cover herself with a dishtowel, and crouched to shelter behind the open refrigerator door. "Holy shit! Goddammit John, where the hell did you come from?"

The young man was sitting at her roommate's desk, at least making a show of partially shielding his eyes from leering at her. "I'm sorry. I thought Helen had told you I'd be over today installing upgrades. I knew you worked last night, and I was trying to be quiet..."

Renee tried composing herself as her heart rate slowly returned to normal. "Crap! Don't DO that to me, John. How long have you been here?"

"A couple of hours. I'm almost done. In fact, you can help me finish the rest--um, after you get dressed, that is. Though it's not like I haven't seen that before..."

"Night skinny-dipping off your parents' dock three summers ago is a little different than sneaking up on me in broad daylight, mister. And if I thought Helen was going to let her nosy little brother sneak into my apartment while I was sleeping, I might report her to the landlord. Now cover your eyes so I can get back to my room safely, you lech." She scurried back to the bathroom, still clutching her inadequate dishtowel. Looking back, she caught John peeking after her. In mock irritation, she scowled, then wriggled her butt at him and turned to blow him a kiss before closing the door. He had grinned with obvious appreciation. It was also evident that her threats were empty, seeing as how his father was their landlord. So she'd given him an eyeful...she looked herself over in the bathroom mirror. She thought she had a pretty nice body, still fit and firm. Her breasts might be smallish, but they filled her hands nicely, bounced when she wanted them to, and the dusky pink nipples perked up smartly. She arranged her hair and tied it back in a short ponytail, splashed some water on her face, and decided that she could defer another shower until bedtime at least. She reached for a towel for the now-public trip to her room. Something wasn't quite right here... What was it? She looked down. Of course...the seat was up. Men! It seemed to be a universal problem. Her mom complained about her dad and brothers as well. If she ever had to live with a guy again...

She exited the bathroom and retraced her steps to her bedroom. The door was open, as she'd left it, the sheets rumpled from her uneasy sleep through the hot morning. Something else caught her eye--the hot pink cylinder of the spent vibrator, standing out brightly against the white sheets. Uh oh... She racked her brain--what position had she been in when she awoke? She was fairly certain she'd left the door open for circulation. Had she slept all night on top of the sheets, or was there a chance she'd been somewhat covered when John had crept down the hall to use the bathroom? What if she'd been lying there spread-eagled all night, the discarded vibrator pointing brightly toward her swollen pubes? Had John seen her that way? Stopped to stare or leer? She suddenly felt more anxious and embarrassed about returning to the living room where he waited. She pulled on a light t-shirt and jogging shorts. It still felt just too hot for a bra, and if John wanted a peep show, well he'd at least have to make his stares a little more obvious. 

Treading back down the hallway, she returned to the kitchen, calling out to John to offer a beer. "So what is it that you need me for with these upgrades?" 

"Oh nothing big--it's just that I got Helen a new router, and if you guys want to set up a new wireless network on it, we should make it secure and set your laptop up with passcodes and sharing settings. I don't know if she told you, but I'm going to move into the unit downstairs when the summer sublet leaves in August, so I'll be on it too, so we can all be cruising the information superhighway." 

"Oh that's good--her old router was always kind of iffy... So I suppose this means easier late-night porn surfing, huh?" 

"Well if that's your thing... To be honest, I'd rather have a real person. With no plastic parts. And not looking bored or irritated with the whole thing."

"How about one that's sleeping in the nude down the hall, then?"

John blushed and choked on a mouthful of beer, struggling to not spray on the desk. "Uh...yeah...I uh...OK, I noticed. And I did stop and look a bit longer than a second...but um...oh shit, Renee..." He lowered his face and scratched his forehead. She smirked. 

"Say no more. Nice to know I've still 'got it'. To be honest I haven't had much male attention since Brent..." Her face clouded as she remembered him finally breaking off the relationship last December--stiffing her for the non-refundable plane tickets and the romantic weekend getaway she'd planned... She shook her head furiously to try to pass the thought off. "Oh anyway, so where are you staying now? Helen said you were starting grad school this month. The corporate world wasn't your thing, huh?" 

"Yeah--I mean it was nice--really nice--to be making some real money as an engineer for awhile, but it got boring. I want to get more on the cutting edge, more theoretical stuff--be a real academic type, I suppose. So I'm staying at mom and dad's for the summer, and can move closer in this fall. That way Dad feels like he's getting more out of his investment in this place, I guess. By the way, any other 'landlord' stuff I should know about? Dad admitted he'd been a bit neglectful of maintenance."

"No, nothing too major. It would be nice to have air conditioning, but I suppose that's expensive in these old houses. And a couple of these old windows are really hard to open. Actually, we should try to get them open now--looks like there might be more of a breeze." 

"Yeah, but it looks like we're going to be getting some heavy rain with it, so don't know how long you can keep them open." Renee showed him the offending windows, their sashes adhered with years and layers of paint. The two struggled together with one in particular, which when open was now refusing to close, and allowing the heavy gusts to enter and blow Helen's papers about. 

Renee was grateful to have John's company with a storm apparently brewing on the horizon. Being in close physical proximity to him was different than the bumping against co-workers in a crowded ER bay during a truama case. She had the time and opportunity to note his masculine scent, and her body seemed to respond differently when his arm pressed alongside hers to reclose the stubborn window. Most of all, she just enjoyed having someone else there. Storms frequently unnerved her. Someone might have thought it silly that thunder, wind, and lightning would be more unsettling than a multiple trauma from a car accident, or a life threatening gunshot wound--but that was just how it was for her. As she watched the clouds gather, she asked John if he would be so kind as to stay for dinner, and he readily accepted. She rummaged around for something acceptable to serve. There was pasta and bottled sauce, of course, but it was lacking anything fresh. "I'm going to just run out quick for some bread and salad greens. Anything else you can think of?"

"Nah, sounds great. Want me to tag along?" It was only a few blocks, so she didn't want him to drive, but since she'd planned on biking, having him join her meant walking. Still, his company was enjoyable... She assented and they struck out into the muggy afternoon. The strong winds made it less sticky than the morning had been, but it was still too hot. There was a rumbling of some thunder distantly, but it didn't appear ready to storm just yet. They arrived at the market and quickly found what they needed. He talked her into a couple of pints of Ben & Jerry's for dessert, though she worried it would melt before they got home. She always hated paying the premium prices for the convenience of shopping at the small store, but she didn't feel like making the weekly supermarket trip today. There was a small, rather seedy liquor store next door, but they were able to find a couple of acceptable bottles of wine. The bored clerk was listening to a baseball game, which was interrupted by a severe weather warning. The western sky was darkening considerably now, and heavy drops of rain were starting to scatter about. John gallantly took the bags so that they could walk more briskly. They broke into a jog as the rain intensified. Lightning flashed close by, with a loud clap of thunder and an instantaneous downpour. 

Suddenly the warning sirens began to blow around the neighborhood. He grabbed for her hand and they ran through the whipping wind toward home. Soaking wet, they arrived at the duplex and rushed inside. The wind and rain were blowing in through the open windows, though fortunately not at the desk. John put down the groceries and rushed to close them as Renee switched on the TV. There were no tornados reported, but they were calling this a Severe Thunderstorm Warning, and the radar demonstrated an impressive line of color bearing down across the metro. Satisfied that there was no need to shelter in the dank cellar, she picked up the bag of groceries, only to have the wet paper bag give way and scatter the groceries across the floor. Turning quickly, her wet shoes slipped and she ended up sprawled awkwardly across her entryway. 

"Are you okay?" John inquired as he knelt to gather the groceries. 

"I am...but I'm afraid our french bread is now flatbread," she replied, extracting the crushed loaf from behind her back. "At least the wine didn't break." He laughed and reached to help her up. She noticed that his gaze was drawn to her chest, and following it she saw why. Her thin t-shirt, once soaked, did nothing to hide her breasts underneath, and indeed seemed to accentuate them as it clung to her contours. Her nipples stood at pointed attention from the brief chill of the wind. "You like what you see?" she teased. Again he blushed. It was too easy to ruffle him, she thought. 

"Sorry..." He looked away and returned to chasing down the container of parmesan cheese.

"It's OK, John. I thought we'd settled that. We do need some dry clothes, though. Let me check Helen's room--Scott usually keeps some spare gym gear here." She tossed the crushed bread on the table and dripped her way down the hall, returning with Scott's gym bag and a towel. "Here you go. I'll be right back to start dinner." He already had the rest of the groceries sorted, and got the ice cream to the freezer. "Thanks for your help." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and made him blush again. "Too easy", she thought, as she entered her room and closed the door.

The storm continued outside as rain pelted the house and branches whipped wildly. Lightning flashed frequently and was followed by immediate claps of thunder. She quickly stripped off her wet clothes and toweled off the remaining dampness. She grabbed a tank top and shorts, and pulled them on. They were fairly snug--if he looked at all, there wouldn't be much doubt that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and she guessed he would be looking. She came out to the living area to find him bare-chested, arranging his wet clothes over a desk chair. He had on a pair of Scott's shorts--a size or two too large, and probably also "commando", she surmised. 

She started into the kitchen and set a pot of water on for the pasta. He followed her into the small kitchen alcove and asked how he could help. "There's a corkscrew in the back of the silverware drawer--you could get the wine open and pour me a glass." 

"No problem. Glasses?"

"Oh yeah...just a sec." She realized that her seldom-used wine glasses were pushed to the back of a top shelf, so hiked herself up on the counter to reach for them. "Here you go". She handed a pair down to him. Shifting her weight to climb down, she teetered a bit, and he reached out to steady her, offering his arm as support for her slide to the floor. She felt his hand warm and strong, first at her hip, then sliding up her side and under her outstretched arm as she returned to the floor. Once standing, she leaned into him and felt him squeeze her in turn. His hand stroked gently up and across her shoulder blades , noting the smoothness which betrayed her lack of undergarment. "Thanks," she whispered, giving him a brief sidearm hug. She breathed in deeply. There was Something there both arousing and comforting. Maybe it was that masculine scent her limbic system had picked up on earlier--a clean body, a little natural musk, now washed with rain. And now this smooth muscled torso so close to hers. 

"Hope you don't mind that I couldn't find a clean shirt in Scott's bag. I hope it's not 'No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service' here."

"No, not at all. I'm really not minding..." Maybe she was saying too much now. She wasn't ready to cross the line from flirtation to seduction. Or had she already? She tried changing the subject. "Are you still playing tennis?" 

"Just a little. Not many players my age at the neighborhood courts right now, and I haven't checked out the intramurals here yet." 

"We'll have to play sometime--maybe with Scott and Helen." She dumped the pasta into the boiling water and placed the sauce for the microwave. John succeeded in uncorking the wine and pouring a glass for her. She accepted it gladly and clinked it against his in a mock toast. He smiled, eyes shining at her as they took their first sips. She blushed a bit and turned to ready the meal. She could feel his eyes on her as she reached for plates and salad bowls, so after setting them down, she bent low to reach for a colander from a lower cabinet. She shot him a glance as she turned toward the sink and began rinsing the lettuce, grinning smugly at having caught him staring at her ass. She assembled two salads and handed them to him to set at the table, along with plates and utensils. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she cooked a meal, however simple, actually with someone. She sipped at her wine and watched the pasta bubble. The microwave chimed as the sauce was done, and she reached for an oven mitt to remove it. Just as she opened the door, the lights suddenly went out. The house was briefly silent, then rocked with a loud rumble of thunder. 

"Whoa!" exclaimed John. "--that was a close one!"

Renee felt frozen in fear for a moment, then trembled slightly and attempted to reorient herself to the loss of power. The pasta still boiled above the blue gas flame. It was about done. What had she been doing? The sauce... She reached carefully for the hot container. It was dark in the windowless kitchen alcove and she bumped the empty colander against her wine glass, spilling it. "Shit!"

"Are you OK?" 

"Mostly--I can't see. And I spilled."

"Do you have a flashlight somewhere?"

"We did--but I bet Helen took it. There are some candles somewhere in here."

She rummaged blindly through drawers as he reached across her to feel through the cabinets above. "You're shaking. Are you sure you're OK?"

"Just startled." Her voice sounded shaky too. "And nervous, I guess. Sorry. Here's one candle. I can't find matches, dammit."

"We can use the stove flame." He took the candle from her, found a scrap of paper he could light on the stove, and lit the candle. Handing it back to her, he thought her eyes looked just a bit too sparkly. Heavy with tears was more like it... "Hey, it's alright, Renee."

"Ju-- just stressed, I guess." 

"Nothing to stress about--storm will be done soon, we'll eat with or without power... Try to relax." He reached both hands to her shoulders and rubbed lightly. She tilted her head to the side to brush her cheek against him and sighed. 

"Sorry. It's not a big deal. I just don't like storms--or interruptions--and it really startled me. Thanks." She smiled at him, kissing the back of his hand as she turned to finish her task. He stayed where he was, standing close in the confined space. She let herself brush and bump lightly against him as she wiped up her spill, re-rinsed the colander, and prepared to drain the pasta. "Could you refill my glass? I think we can sit down to eat now."

"Looks great--I wasn't expecting a candlelight dinner tonight!"

"I don't think either of us did...I wonder how long the power will be knocked out?"

"Hard to say--guess it depends how big an area got hit, and how many other outages there are. If it hit a local transformer it might be awhile, especially if there were a lot of trees or stuff down. It looks like it's still raining pretty hard, but I think the wind is letting up." 

"Well I hope you aren't in a hurry to get home. In fact, if you need to stay... um ... well I mean, you can sleep in Helen's room." She felt a flush in her cheeks, and hoped that the candlelight hid the blush. John just coughed and swirled his spaghetti carefully. 

"So how do you think the campers are doing tonight?"

"I don't know. Were they going far enough north to be away from this storm system?"

"Not sure. Knowing Helen, though, if her sleeping bag gets wet, she'll whine until Scott takes her to a motel."

"Well, that will probably turn out better for him anyway. He'll probably get more action that way!" 

John coughed again, choking on a bite of salad. He reached for his wine and took in a large swallow. He looked distressed. 

"What's wrong? Does it bug you to think that your sister has sex with her fiancee?"

"I don't know. I mean, I assumed they do... I guess I'm just not used to being so blunt about it!" 

She giggled. "I guess maybe I've gotten a bit too used to it." She leaned conspiratorily across the table and added in a low tone, "They get pretty loud sometimes--especially Helen!"

John plugged his ears--"OH-kay--lalalalalalalala--I'm not hearing this! You'll kill my mother!"

Renee laughed out loud. "I think your mother can handle it... She dropped in over here a couple of weeks ago and had to get them out of bed to take them out for lunch. You should have seen her leering at Scott's ass! Gave him a nice butt slap too..."

"Oh God," John groaned and collapsed face down on the table. "I guess I am the family prude..."

Renee giggled. "You're damn cute, you know that? And I don't think there's anything wrong with you. Hey--we'd better eat the ice cream pretty soon or we'll be drinking it for dessert."

"OK--thanks for changing the subject." He cleared the plates and followed her into the kitchen. She was kneeling up on the counter again, rummaging through an upper cabinet in search of her fancier dessert bowls. Sure they could eat out of the carton, but since this had turned out to be a special candlelight occasion... "Here--can you take these?" She handed him two glass dishes and turned to hop down. He was right behind her again--she rather liked how the tiny kitchen was forcing physical intimacy. "Help me down again?" He didn't hesitate to offer his arms. She sat on the counter and placed her arms across his muscular shoulders, then decided to pull him closer and wrap her legs around him. "Actually, I really don't need to get down just now..." His arms encircled her as well. She nuzzled his neck softly. "I really kind of like this...if you don't mind, that is". He shook his head. "Good." She kissed his cheek softly, then moved to peck his lips. He pulled her closer and kissed back warmly. Good again. He wasn't prudish when it came to kissing at least. She felt safe and comfortable in his arms there in the darkened kitchen. She let her hands roam his lean arms and back, as he delighted her mouth with soft, warm kisses. She licked his lips with her tongue, and his tapped back gently. Soon their tongues chased each other playfully from one mouth to the other. She held him tightly and let him trail more kisses along her jaw and down the side of her neck to suck softly on her earlobe. She sighed contentedly at his attentions.

"Our ice cream is melting," he whispered.

"That's not the only thing," she murmured back. "Ok...help me down". She held closely to him as she slid down his body again. Oo--there it was, strong and hard, with only a couple of thin layers of fabric separating them. She let her hands drift to his ass and hugged him tightly, leaving no doubt that she approved of his arousal. She kissed his smooth chest lightly and slowly relaxed her embrace. They were silent as she scooped the soft ice cream into the dishes and felt in the drawer for clean spoons. He still stood next to her, a hand rested softly at her hip, occasionally rubbing lightly up her spine. "More wine?" She refilled their glasses, emptying the first bottle. "Let's go to the couch." She led him into the small sitting area and sat down at one end of the sofa, putting her feet up and leaning back against the arm. She smiled softly as he took his place in the middle of the couch. She'd considered that he might opt to choose the far end, but it pleased her that she could tunnel her bare feet beneath his thighs, and that he responded by resting a hand on her calf. 

"I feel like we should be watching TV," he jested, "but I guess we'll have to talk instead".

"Talking's good by me." She licked her spoon with a exaggerated swirl of her tongue. "Unless you can think of something else to do with the lights out..." He didn't reply, but stroked her leg softly. "I know that you weren't really expecting to come over this afternoon and get into a make-out session or anything else, but um--I really don't mind that it's turned out that way, you know..."

"No--it's nice. I...I just don't want to be thinking that I'm taking advantage of you or something."

"Who's taking advantage of whom here, do you think? I'd say that as long as we're both enjoying ourselves, there's nothing to worry about. Right?"

"Right. Well, then let me just say that you're freakin' gorgeous sitting there in candlelight. And I can't think of anything I'd rather do than kiss you."

Renee smiled. "Finish your ice cream, you lovely man."

"You finish it!" He took a spoonful and held it out to her. She happily opened her mouth to receive it and fed him a spoonful in return. Unfortunately for her, his next spoonful to her dripped heavily off her chin and onto her upper chest. She smiled devilishly and scooped up the drops on her pinky, and transferred it to her mouth, sucking slowly on the finger. He trembled as her next melty spoonful weaved its way toward his open mouth, leaving a dribble on his bare chest. Mimicking her, he gathered the liquid on his finger, then held it out to her. She sucked hungrily, keeping her eyes fixed on his. He didn't even pretend to try to get the last drops from his bowl to her mouth, letting the spoonful of melted cream drip on her chin and neckline before placing a final dab on her nose. He set his bowl down and moved closer to her to lick the cream from where it had landed. She opened her arms to him and let him kiss at her neck and bare shoulders. She stroked the lean muscles of his arms and reached around his back to pull him closer. Soon she had climbed into his lap and their arms circled each other as they kissed passionately. His tongue which had earlier flitted playfully in her mouth now probed deeply and forcefully, and she opened eagerly to accept it. Shaking and breathing heavily, she panted against his neck as his hands roamed over her back. Impatiently, she guided his hands beneath the flimsy tank top and leaned backwards to bring them to her aching breasts. 

"Oh John--I need you to touch me all over... Please..." She moaned as his hands enveloped each breast and his thumbs circled the erect nipples. He sighed into her mouth and she held his head in her hands, pressing herself still more closely against him.

"Renee...I can't believe this...oh how sweet you are to kiss. Oh what lovely breasts..."

"Kiss them." She lifted her arms upward and he quickly removed her top and obeyed, hungrily kissing and sucking at her soft mounds. She slid off his lap and they maneuvered to lie side by side on the couch. She stroked his head and shoulders as he lavished loving attention on her breasts. She relished the contact of his smooth skin on hers, and wrapped her leg over his. He was making no effort to hide his arousal, and instinctively thrust against her thigh as it brushed over him. His hands were now caressing her buttocks through the thin nylon of her jogging shorts. Her groin felt heavy and swollen; she would be dripping wet by now. She wanted this. Everything in her body wanted this--but John...what was he feeling? 

"John. Honey?" she panted. He slowed the tempo of his activity and pulled himself up to lie face to face with her. "I...uh...oh, listen--I hate to say this, but sweetie, if we don't stop now, I'm not going to be able to be responsible for my actions the rest of the night. I might even end up, I don't know...raping you or something..."

"It wouldn't be rape. I'd be a more-than-willing participant...but...uh...well if this does keep going..."

"I'm willing, too--are you worried about Helen?"

"Uh well, I suppose that could be awkward, too...but..." He was struggling to form words. He wanted this to sound right. "Look Renee--I've probably been crushing on you since I was an 8th grader. For all I know, this whole evening has really just been an immensely enjoyable, vivid dream! But oh...out with it... Renee--I've never done this before."

"Never...slept with a friend before?"

"Never slept with ANYONE before. Maybe it's hard to believe, but the only one I ever got close to this point with was Joann, and her family was so conservative. She really wanted to wait for marriage, and I wanted to respect that. And even though we got hot and heavy quite a few times, we kept our virginity. Never really even got this naked with each other, actually. But anyway--that's where I'm at. I DON'T want to stop what's happening tonight...but I'm already kinda in uncharted territory here. And I want you to know that. "

"So...do you want me to do this? Do you want to lose your virginity tonight? Do you want me to be your first?"

"Renee--there is no one in the world I would rather have it be."

"It's an important moment. I don't want to hurt you. I won't make any promises tonight that I'll love you forever, or anything like that..."

"I know. I'm not expecting that. I mean, I hope we'll still want to see each other again in the morning."

"I would have let things go this far if I didn't think that you were at least potentially relationship material, John. I promise to be honest with you. OK? And whatever we do here--it's for both of us. Deal?"

"Absolutely." They were silent for a moment. There was still the sound of rain falling, now and then some distant thunder. She noticed how quiet the apartment was without the constant hum of fans and motors, radio and TV. She felt his breath at her cheek, the pulse of his heart against her ribs.

"You know, for someone with so little experience, you really are already an awesome lover."

"Really?"

"Really. The way you hold me and touch me and look at me and oh especially the way you kiss me...you've got me incredibly turned on. I think we're going to have an amazing night!"

"I hope so. It's already been amazing for me...I can only imagine..."

"No hurry, but shall we move to the bedroom?"

He nodded. They embraced again, and he kissed her, then stood and pulled her up. "Lead the way." He gave her ass a soft squeeze as she passed, and she smiled. 

Entering the bedroom, she straightened the sheets and crawled onto the bed. Opening her arms, she beckoned to him to lie down next to her and embraced him. She pressed her breasts against him and rubbed her body across his. Kissing him deeply she softly murmured to him. "Touch me however you want to, whereever you want to. Take your time. We have all night to make love--and I plan to do it all night!" He responded by stroking his hand down her spine until it slipped beneath her shorts and rubbed her firm ass cheeks. She cooed pleasantly in encouragement and rubbed her groin against his. "Mmm. I feel your hard cock there. I can't wait to have it." She wrapped her body around him and kissed him deeply. She explored his mouth with her tongue and moaned eagerly when his entered her. His hands were roaming more widely now, encirling her thighs and teasing at the front of her shorts. She could feel that she was dripping with lubrication already, but she wanted to give him time to explore, for him to decide when to move further. She was ready to move further with him, though. Echoing his motions, she rubbed her hands over bare ass cheeks beneath his shorts, squeezed the firm muscles of his thighs, and lightly traced the outline of his hardness through the thin shorts. She felt his cock twitch at her first touch, and she moaned her admiration into his mouth. "Oh, I want to see this...wait here". She hurried into the sitting room to fetch the candle and brought it into where he lay. 

"That's a nice idea. I want to see you, too. Your breasts look as lovely as they've felt." She placed the candle at the bedside and moved to sit next to him. He reached up to caress her breasts, then lay back again with his arms folded behind his head. "You are the vision of loveliness..." 

She smiled. "I feel more like the spirit of lustiness just now." She ran her hand down his bare chest and over his stomach. She leaned down to kiss his mouth again as her hand slipped beneath his shorts and wrapped around his hot erection. She could feel that slick fluid was already leaking from his tip, and she slowly spread it over his glans with her finger. He gasped at her touch. "You have a beautiful cock." She shifted toward his legs and took his shorts in both hands, pulling them down. He lifted his hips and she pulled them off completely. His erection stood upright, swollen to fullness and glistening with pre-cum. "Oh John--I have to kiss this." She lightly touched her lips to the tip and tasted the sweet fluid that oozed from him there. She circled the smooth glans with her tongue and felt him twitch and moan. Gently she caressed his balls and massaged his thighs. "I could do more--but I want your first come to be inside me tonight. I can't wait, darling."

"Then let me see you." He pulled her up on the bed and she knelt at his head. He turned to work her shorts over her hips until just the top edge of her bush came into view. He pushed the back of her shorts down over her ass and massaged her cheeks as he nuzzled her pubic mound through the fabric. Her aroma excited him and he pulled the shorts down to expose her aroused vulva. It glistened in the candlelight with her natural moisture. She rocked from side to side to finish removing the shorts, then straddled his head so he could see her. He touched her gently, separating the swollen inner petals of her labia, then raising his head to kiss her there. He slipped his finger between the labia and found her opening, hot and wet with desire. He traced the opening upward and found the hard ridge of her clitoris. She moaned loudly as he rubbed there, and involuntarily thrust her hips forward for more. Kissing her there again, he tested his tongue against her clit. Her taste was mild--salt and musk. Her moans emboldened him to lick harder, and he slipped his finger back into her opening. She clenched her pelvic muscles to show how she wanted to enfold him there. "You're marvelous. Oh Renee--what a wonderful sexy person you are!" 

"It's all for you tonight, John. Are you ready for me?" She slid her bottom backward until she was lying atop his body. She could feel his erection throbbing against her groin. She kissed him softly, then balancing herself above him with a hand on his chest, she positioned his swollen cock at her entrance. "I am SO ready for you, sweetheart. Can you feel how much I want you inside me?" He nodded and reached upward to cup her breasts. Her nipples were erect with arousal. Slowly she lowered her hips. She took his glans inside and felt its warmth gently spreading her labia. "You feel so good there...oh." She lowered further. Oh this was exactly what she had missed-- a swollen, hard, LIVING man inside her wet channel. She contracted her vaginal muscles and felt him twitch upward in response. His eyes were wide open, fixed on her face. He watched her intently as she lowered herself on him as far as she could go. She felt his pubic hair tickle at her sensitive clit and she rocked slowly to grind it against his hard pubic bone. "How does it feel, darling?"

"Oh Renee...just incredible...You're so, so...perfect. Oh god...it's just the most perfect feeling I've ever felt there, how you, you wrap me up...mmm, oh." She smiled. He felt good inside her, too--such a nice fullness. And knowing that she was giving him the greatest pleasure of his life...and feeling his hands on her breasts and ass... She rocked against him, drinking in the goodness and pleasure. She lifted up slightly to adjust his position in her, and slid back down, enjoying how he distended her. He groaned heavily with the movement, and she realized that as good as this was, it was likely to be a short ride to his climax. 

"Just enjoy, darling...it's all good. SOOO good. Unh." She grunted as she bottomed out on him a third time. "Oh. Oh it IS good. OH John, how you fill me...you're so good, soooo good."

"Oh god Renee. I'm really close here..."

"Let it go honey..." She clenched her pelvic muscles on him, sending a shiver through her own groin, and began moving faster over him. She pulled up almost too far, then pressed back down again with another grunt. Another stroke and he was rising to meet her as she fell. She clenched and relaxed and ground her clit against him as he pounded upward into her. His thrusts were becoming automatic now and his breathing was heavy. Another stroke and he pulled her down to him and covered his mouth with hers, moaning in agonizing pleasure at last. She echoed his moans back in encouragement. "Oh yes love--oh yes, oh love, oh...mmm." She felt the spasms of his hard cock inside her and knew that he was filling her with his cum, fulfilling desires that were both primal and deeply heartfelt. As his breathing slowed slightly, she felt his juices begin to drip from their joining. She began to rock with short thrusts, keeping his hardness deep inside her, and maximizing the friction of her clitoris against his shaft. So long, so much she had desired this, oh so deeply good this felt. He relaxed some of his grip on her and dropped his head to take a breast into his mouth. She gasped at the added sensation. It was just the right moment and...one more thrust...and OH...."AHH. OmiGOD John! OH! Unnnnh..." Now it was her turn to thrust deeply and shudder with pleasure. As her spasms passed she lowered herself over him.  She floated in bliss on his heaving chest, and he nibbled her ear with soft kisses and whispered words of love and gratitude. 

He held her quietly for a short time as their bodies melted against each other. "You're wonderful...," he whispered.

"Was it as good as you dreamed, honey?"

"A million times better...but um, maybe messier? I think we're making a puddle on your bed here."

She giggled. "That just means it was really good." She kissed him and rolled off to one side. "And you were. You really felt good inside me. I could feel you coming--your hot cock filling me..."

"Did I satisfy you?" He turned to face her, and rested a hand on her stomach.

"Mmmm...for the moment maybe." She grinned devilishly. "But we're not finished!" She hopped up to get a towel and dabbed it lightly at her crotch. "Here," as she tossed it to him. Spread this out on the wet spot--I'm just going to go get us something to drink." He watched her firm bottom as she disappeared out of the glow of the candle. She quickly returned with glasses of ice water. "Freezer's still cold--I suppose it will be ok for awhile. The street looks really dark, though." He sipped his water and watched her peer out the window. The candle's glow reflected off her skin, highlighting the curves of her breasts and hips. Earlier he had tried not to look, but now she was his to admire fully. When she turned she saw him gazing at her, awestruck. She paused to watch him smile as he took in her chestnut framed face, her rounded breasts, her firm belly, curved hips, and there in the center, the dark triangle that pointed to her inner treasures. "You like what you see?" He nodded. "I like what I see too--especially that nice hard cock." She crawled across the bed to touch it softly. It jumped in response and she smiled. She lay down alongside him and stroked him softly. "The first time was for you--but this time is for me. And I want a nice, hard FUCKING. Think you're up for that?"

He grinned and reached for her. "Whatever you want...". A arm wrapped around her. She closed her eyes. She felt his lips at her earlobe, then neck, then tracing her jawline toward her hungry mouth. She turned her head gently away from him and he traced upward to her other ear. His hand wandered from breast to cleavage to breast. She turned away from him onto her side and he pulled her close against his body. This was good. She cuddled into the spoon and let his hands roam as his lips caressed the nape of her neck. It had been a good instinct to give into, taking his virginity quickly. Now his desires were gentler, less urgent, and all the more arousing to her. She touched the back of the hand lying idle on her breast, nudging it lower. He was a teachable one. Soon his fingers brushed through her pubic patch and tested her slick cleft again. She squirmed as he spread her juices over her sensitive clit, and felt his shaft hardening on her ass. 

"Unh...mm...do what ever you want darling, " she panted. Two of his fingers now spread her labia and rubbed against the sides of her clit. His breath still warmed her neck, and the arm that had been draped over her now moved up and down her spine, reaching a little lower on each trip. He pulled himself backward slightly, and the position of his arms now tipped her onto her stomach. His hand continued stroking her clit beneath her, and now the upper arm rubbed her ass slowly. She gently humped against his lower hand, and the upper drifted along the cleavage of her ass toward the wetness of her crotch. How could one so admittedly inexperienced know so well how to stir the fire in her groin? Soon fingers explored her from behind as the stroking of her clit intensified. She parted her thighs wider so that he could penetrate her vagina slowly. Her head turned his way and her mouth sought his lips. "Mmm.....Ohhhhh that's good..." she moaned.

"You're incredible, Renee. So passionate. So hot. So sexy." He kissed down her neck, her shoulders, her spine...Oh god...she raised her hips off the bed and parted her legs wider as his mouth nibbled at her ass. He brought his face against her dripping crotch and inhaled the strong aroma of her arousal. 

"Unhhhmmm....Oh John. Pllleeeasssssse..." she hissed. "Please fuck me now. Can you do me like this? Oh please...." He knelt behind her, hard cock nestling between her ass cheeks. He felt clumsy, but she reached between her legs to find him and guide his shaft lower, against her cleft. She was slippery and hot. They wriggled together until she could position his tip against her opening and he pressed inside her. She moaned as he worked into her, one tentative inch at a time. "Oooohhhhh John. Oh how did you know that would please me so... Oh god. Oh, oh fuck this is what I need..." He pressed fully into her, feeling her channel squeezing him, pulling him back in each time he slowly pulled out. He gripped her hips tightly, not wanting to lose this position and slip out--as though she would let him. He watched her face resting sideways on the pillow. Her cheeks were flushed, her open mouth moving silently as she panted and groaned with lust. Fuck me, oh fuck me, oh... His confidence swelled as he felt her desire. She wanted him, it was his cock driving into her, an instrument of pleasure and power. He moved more rapidly, stroked more forcefully. She responded with a crescendo of moans, grinding against him with each downstroke. "Oh fuck John. Oh fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEE!" He felt her whole body convulse as the climax washed over her. He continued pounding into her until she collapsed and let him fall out of her. "Ohh I can't...oh John...oh I dont want you to stop..." She rolled to her back and spread herself to him. He covered her and let his cock find her center again. He thrust into her, again buried within her to his very root. Though exhausted, she still urged him on. The fullness she felt with him there...so satisfied, yet yearning for more. He drove into her deeply now, faster and harder and OH!  He was there, his cock jerking inside her, his body trembling.  She arched her back and pressed into him.  At last she shuddered with the crest of her climax, gasping with pleasure as the waves of warmth spread through her veins.  She sought his mouth with her lips and kissed him tenderly.  Her arms stroked his back, her fingers tracing the tiny rivulets of sweat.  She felt his muscles relaxing as his cock softened within her.  He moaned softly as it finally slipped out of her and she felt the warm fluids of their cum trickling toward her anus.  "That was beautiful, lover," she whispered with a kiss.  "So good, so exciting, so filling.  I could do this everyday!"  

"Mmmm.  I don't know if I could keep up with you.  Should we rest for awhile?"

She nodded.  He rolled slowly to his side.   She sat up for a moment to blow out the candle, and blotted softly at her leaky pussy and his dripping cock with the towel.   "There's always the morning, my love.  Sleep sweet dreams..."      
