The following story contains ADULT SEXUAL SITUATIONS. Do not read 
any further if you do not wish to read material of this type. YOU 
HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I lost my William early in 2001. He was a writer who, one day, 
planned to use my diary, which I kept through our young courtship 
and beyond, as a basis for true erotic stories. William and I 
enjoyed reading erotic stories of this type. He planned to use 
the pen name Billy Hand. 
As a means of therapy for dealing with his loss, I have taken up 
the project. Though not as accomplished as William as a writer, I 
too, write professionally for travel and vacation guides. 
I hope you enjoy our stories as much as I did living them. 
Whether you believe our stories or not, trust me when I say then 
have been embellished little.

This is an account of the day of our graduation from high school. 
It was one of the truly special days and nights in our lives and 
especially our sexual lives. It has been nearly a year since I 
lost my William and recalling and recounting this period has been 
happy/sad for me. For the happy part, I know William is smiling 
down on me. 
I hope you enjoy it.



CARREE'S GRADUATION DAY

Bill and I had looked forward to graduation day together now for 
over 2 years. Once we decided that we were an "us" forever with 
plans for our future in place, Graduation Day became the first 
step. 
My parents had planned a big party after the exercises, as Bills 
did. We both had lots of family, friends and relatives coming 
that we wanted each other to meet. Although we had agreed with 
all concerned parties that I would not wear the engagement ring, 
we were going to quietly announce it to some people. 

As we prepared to send the invitations out, my Dad, of all 
people, made a suggestion.

"Why don't you get with Bill's parents and ask them if they would 
mind combining both parties into one big one here? I'm already 
getting the big canopy from the office, and they have an even 
bigger one that I can use. The only cost to me is the maintenance 
men it will take to set it up, so it would cost me another hour, 
tops, to get a bigger cover for us. If we combine everything we 
will spend less money, overall, on food, and have less 
everything, including headaches, in the end." Dad explained.

To Bill and I it made great sense. We had already talked about 
how that with the anticipation we had for the day, we would see 
little of each other because we had to "star" at our family 
parties. The Wilson's balked at first, but seeing that:  1)Anyone 
who was coming to their house had to pass ours on the way, 
2)People getting lost or confused was then not an issue and 3) We 
had a huge mowed yard that could accommodate the canopies and the 
people, it was settled. 
My Dad was so thrilled that and idea of his was able to make Bill 
and I happy, I thought he would explode. He told me later that he 
never thought he convinced me that he really "approved" of Bill. 
I must admit that I thought his affection for him was feigned to 
keep his little girl happy. Somehow he saw how happy Bill made 
me, and how well he treated me. He also realized that Bill didn't 
just spoil me, though. He saw the reciprocal love and affection 
from me and what a team, a cohesive unit we were, as a couple.

While we made final arrangements and all six of us began 
decorating at my house, Bill was explaining some things about the 
day.

"Right after graduation Jennifer LaMarres parents would like as 
many of our class who want, to come to Devils Peak for pictures 
at the overlook. It's not that far from the Graduation venue and 
would really be beautiful for photo's if it's clear. They 
arranged a photographer through Jen's fathers business, they're 
printers. He has a place picked out for group and individual 
shots with the vista of the valley as the backdrop. It's supposed 
to show the future in front of us. His company does these shots 
with other schools and colleges all the time. He's donating a 
hundred prints to the class. Carree and I would like to do that 
individually and together." Bill explained.

"Jenny said we could get bumped to the front of the line if there 
was a crowd," I said. "She and Rob doubled with us at the movie 
last week and when they heard about the big party, she wanted to 
make sure we made it for the shoot. I've seen these pictures done 
before and they're nice. You're in the gown, but you hold the 
mortarboard in your hand and it makes a statement. She said we 
can get one together without the cap or gown, for us," I said 
looking to my Bill.

"She's still not seeing that older fellow anymore, is he," my Mom 
asked. "He looked like trouble."

"No, Mom, that was Rick. Rob is a senior too, only at City 
Central. He's nice. I'm sure you would like him."

"So anyway," Bill continued. "After that we are going to come 
right back here. We will glad hand and introduce ourselves to 
each other's relatives for about an hour. Then we should make an 
appearance at two other parties, Meg Parkers, and Sy Coleman's."

Bills dad stopped stapling crepe paper and said "Who in hell 
names a boy Sy?"

"Dad, it's short for Seymour. Now I have to ask, who names a boy 
Seymour?" Bill countered.

"Coleman, eehhhh? Do I know him?" Bills Dad continued 
questioning.

"You might," Bill said. "He played ball with me all through grade 
school and then has been the track stud at St Pius for the last 
couple years. We used to be great friends, well, we still are, 
but we both have, umm, "other interests" (he said looking at me) 
and haven't hung around much in the last year. But, he really 
made a point of wanting Carree and I to stop by. So, anyway, that 
should get us back here before 5 o'clock and then we can put out 
the big food."

"Don't you two leave us hanging, waiting for you," My mom piped 
in. "If we get the "big food", as Bill calls it, out by 5, then 
the Vermont people will still have a chance of getting home by 
dark. Willie said your grandmother gets nervous in the car after 
dark. Don't mess that up."

"No problem, Mom Kasc, If we had our way, we wouldn't leave at 
all, but these are 2 special ones we should make. We won't be 
long, I promise." Bill said.

I sidled up to Bill and asked if he knew Sy's house was kitty 
corner to Megs, actually right next to Heidi Stewarts, and maybe 
we wouldn't be gone over an hour as he thought, even with both 
stops.
"Actually Parkers, Coleman's and Stewarts are all having one big 
party and one stop will cover everything. Gee, that might leave 
some time to stop at my room above the garage for some one on one 
congratulating," Bill said with a snicker.

"Bill Wilson!!" I said cutely and quietly. "Do you mean to say 
that you want to soil our Graduation Day with some sordid sex act 
to seal our accomplishment?" I said.

"That's what I'm saying," Bill said.

"Well, I said sheepishly, "If I HAVE to, I will." I said with a 
big smile.

We finished up the decorating at my house and for the first night 
in a long time; I was going to spend an evening at my house 
without Bill. The eve of graduation was a special night of 
memories and reflecting for my parents and I wanted to make them 
happy by staying with them. Tomorrow was to be a big day. By 
eleven o'clock I should have my diploma in hand. In 48 hours, we 
would be on our way to Six Flags in New Jersey for our class 
trip. Bill and I had plans for those days, too.


Graduation exercises were held at an outdoor amphitheatre at the 
foot of the mountains about 30 minutes from town. It was a bit of 
a ride, but as long as the weather cooperated, it was always 
beautiful. It only took 90 minutes to hear the student honoree's 
speak, as well as the Principal and, of course the Bishop.

The final announcement was to get to Devils Peak as soon as 
possible, if you wanted to take part in the picture taking with 
Mr. LaMarre, or and return to school with your caps and gowns and 
get your deposit. Parochial schools always have a money edge.

Bill and I were almost the first 2 people there for pictures. 
Although I had ridden with my family, and Bill had taken some 
aunts and uncles with him to the ceremony, he and I were alone 
for the photo trip and the run back to school to hand in our caps 
and gowns. 

On the way back from Devils Peak I said to Bill, "Would you be 
surprised if I told you that I was extra free under this gown 
today?"

"Do you mean you are "al fresco" under that? You naughty little 
girl! If I had a place to stop, I would and just lash you with my 
tongue," Bill laughed. 
"Damn, Carree, you've given me a hard-on just thinking about it."

"Well, to be honest, Just think about it", I said. "I really 
tried to get out of the house with my bra and panties only 
underneath, but my Mom sort of caught me."

"Caught you?" Bill asked.

"I was just dropping the gown over my head as she came into my 
room to check my hair. She saw from, just below my crotch and 
below, disappear as it fell. Man, she was nuts, "CARREE YOU HAVE 
TO WEAR SOMETHING UNDER THAT!!" she shouted at me. I told her not 
to get too excited, I was just making sure it was long enough. I 
guess she believed me. I really was going to give you a show on 
the way back to school. Gee, I could still give suck you under 
your gown if you put the seat back." I said to get Bill all hot 
and bothered.

"Carree, why do you insist on saying things like that to get me 
all flustered?" Bill said in exasperation.

"Oh you know it's me just being a little devil. I hardly think 
that a moving car is the place to make love, or even give a blow-
job. I just wanted to get you a little hot for our meeting 
later," I said.

"You are something Care. For the past year you have gotten to be 
the hottest thing I have ever known or known of. You know how to 
turn me on with a few words or actions dropped in the right 
places. You love to push my buttons, don't you? . . . . and you 
know I hate the term "blowjob" when you are referring to yourself 
making love to my penis with your mouth. I AM sorry, it really 
bothers me." Bill scolded me.

"Billy, it's just another button I like to push, to make sure 
your little friend there is always standing up when he sees me. 
You may not like the term blowjob, but you have to admit, it 
arouses you," I said knowingly.

Bill reached over and touched my leg through my gown "Don't you 
worry about that. Just the thought of you gives me an erection 
all the time. Just think. We wake up together this Saturday and 
Sunday mornings, not to mention going to sleep together. I love 
you so much, and I think I may love you more by the end of the 
weekend."

His touch was all I needed to get my juices flowing. I don't know 
why we teased each other with words so much. We certainly didn't 
need any impetus to get aroused by each other. We had enough 
opportunity for the limited kinds of sex we had. Mostly we 
masturbated each other, or for each other. During Thanksgiving 
last year when we were able to meet at a vacation chalet in 
Vermont we experienced anal sex. It was a great rewarding act of 
love that we hadn't repeated again. It wasn't that we didn't like 
it, but the time and preparation to do it properly made it hard. 
It was still the defining moment in our sexual lives; he had been 
inside me, making passionate love. 
We still saved oral sex for times when we could be free, alone 
and naked. Stealing away to the car and hiding to go down on each 
other seemed cheap and little more than just, getting off. We 
preferred making love to each other. I used to tell Bill then 
that we had married couple status, when it came to good sex. We 
might go a week or 10 days with our interplay being no more than 
hello and goodbye hugs and kisses. There was always playful 
touching, "accidental" grab-ass, goosing, etc. But, frank sex, 
something you could call an "act", became less frequent, better, 
and more serialized, where we would go at each other 5 times in 2 
days. It was during the period since our anal affair, where he 
was really "inside" me, taking my body's virginity, up until now, 
that we had made our sex sessions special. 
We could be together and do things, or just talk, or just hold 
hands during a drive, where we enjoyed the bond we shared. Our 
weekend coming up was going to be romantic, and a bit wild. By 
not being at each other all of the time, our special alone times 
became a little wanton, where we could really express passion. 
Now, with the promise of an hour or so alone this afternoon in 
Bills private "study" over their garage, we were priming 
ourselves for a hot, albeit short, time.

When we got back to St Pius there was already a crowd there 
exchanging their uniform of the day for their deposit. This was 
actually the last real function we had, at the school. I wished I 
could say there was a sadness to it all, but after all the years 
there, I was glad to get out. I had suffered emotional scars from 
the nuns telling the whole school, it seemed, that little Carree 
had a religious vocation and not to do anything to change that, 
because God would punish you. It was a cloud over my head that I 
was barely aware of, from sixth grade until late in my sophomore 
year. Friends and faculty were never 100 percent honest with me 
about almost anything, because I was "going to be married to 
God." I am thankful for friends like Megan and Bill who treated 
me more honestly and unconditionally, who got me through 
discovering the cloud over me and eradicating it. 
But now we were free!!

Waiting to turn in our caps and gowns we had nice chit-chats with 
people that we would see little of, for probably, the rest of our 
lives. I am sure many of these people would cross our paths again 
in the future in one way or another. But, for now it was goodbye.

We got our deposits and headed back to my house for the party. We 
were sure that the guests were there already having a good time. 
The intermingling of our families was going to be a good thing, 
just the early discomfort of it was not being looked forward to.

At the house there were at least 100 people there, and there were 
2 tables for gifts with baskets for envelopes. Bill and I both 
hoped there would be enough cash within the envelopes to cover 
first year incidental expenses at school. We mingled, together 
and apart, introducing each other and ourselves to everyone we 
did not know. From the comments we got from everyone, news of our 
engagement had "leaked" out. The one good thing was that we 
received a lot of congratulatory envelopes with gifts inside. 
Bill, at one point poked me and said, "If I knew we would get 
gifts, I would have put it in the paper, . . . and on 
billboards."

After an hour of mingling, we begged off saying we had other 
commitments but would be back in and hour or so, and to save the 
"big food" for our return. Everyone understood the situation. 
Actually it seemed funny, leaving some of our friends there to 
mingle with people they didn't know, so we could go be with 
friends.

We made an appearance at the big party at Parkers. Heidi and 
Meg's Mom really did a lot, food wise, and the Coleman's provided 
lots of punch, soda and the entertainment. They hired a band, 
plus they had a big pool. With the 3 yards melding to one party, 
it was a great time, but we had to go shortly after arriving. 
After barely a half hour we snuck off knowing we had seen the 
people we had to see to make the "appearance" official.

We were off to Bills house, having to go the long way to avoid 
driving past my house. Once we pulled up the drive, knowing there 
was no one around, we finally took our first time to relax for 
the day. As soon as Bill shut off the car, he exhaled and looked 
at me. 

"Congratulations, Ms. Kasc, at completing the first 12 years of 
your education. Now if you don't mind, get in the student loan 
line so you can make the next 4 to 6 years just as miserable." 
Bill joked.

"Bill, we finally made it! These last 4 years seemed to go by so 
slow. Thank God I had you to get me through it, especially the 
last couple years, where we really became us. If I didn't have 
your love, Bill, I don't know how I would have done it. You got 
me through it all."

"Geez Care, I have to give you as much credit. You forced me to 
be a man and face the big issues in my life. You kicked my butt 
over the fact I never confronted you about going into the 
convent. You made me open up and express my feelings to you when 
I was a spine-less little weasel. Thank you for having enough 
faith in me about that whole situation. You didn't have to give 
yourself so much. You could have dumped me for one of the other 
thousand guys that wanted to date you," Bill said.

"But Bill honey," I said "They weren't you. I loved you. I knew 
you were the one all along. I just had to hit you over the head 
and show what to do. THEN, I find out you read all those studies 
and sex reports and already knew what to do. You were just a big 
chicken shit."

"Carree, I prefer shy. Just say I was shy," Bill pouted.

I hugged Bill and held onto him for dear life, then whispered in 
his ear. "Take me upstairs and show me how shy you're not, OK?"

We both rushed out of the car and headed for the side door and 
stairway up to the study room. Bill stopped to bolt the door, and 
then took the stairs 2 at a time to catch up to me and grab my 
ass. I screamed, but I totally expected it. Walking in front of 
Bill on stairs insured me of having his attention, and getting my 
butt either pinched, grabbed or cupped. Ummm, you can tell I 
hated it, right?


When we got to the top of the stairs I quickly turned to Bill.

"Oh my God, you'll never guess what I saw this morning!!" I 
exclaimed.

"You're right, I'll never guess," Bill said.

"I walked in on my Mom in the bathroom when I went to grab my 
deodorant and she was putting a strip in her panties. . ."

"Oh PLEASE" Bill interrupted. "More information than I 
needed!!!!"

"No No, that's not it, SHE'S SHAVED!! She is as bald as me down 
there. No wonder that she never called me out on it, unless she's 
never seen that I'm shaved, but . . ." I said.

"So I guess I don't know what the big deal is. She shaves, maybe 
she does it for the same reason you do, to make it finger lickin' 
good." Bill said with a smirk.

"Bill, do you really think they do that?" I said.

"Tell me Care, what year do you stop letting ME eat YOURS? Come 
ON. Your Mom and Dad are in their early forties. I would hope 
they still do all the things they ever did. Maybe your horniness 
is inherited." Bill said with a chuckle.

"You think I'm horny?" I said. "I'm not horny, I'm desirous of my 
lover. If you weren't here right now, do you think I would have 
sex with who ever might be here?" I asked.

"No silly, I was just making a joke, Carree. Are you THAT self-
conscious about that? Nothing wrong with having hot pants for 
your man." Bill said trying to ease my pain.
 
But I was hurt. He made me feel cheap.

"Bill, if I WAS horny 5 minutes ago, I'm not now. You make me 
feel cheap" I said indignantly.

"Carree, you take all of this way too serious. I meant you were 
horny for me, not just anyone. Maybe your Mom is the same way, 
hot for her man. When I said your Mom might be horny, I didn't 
mean she was sleeping with the mailman." Bill said 
apologetically.

I guess I did take him out of context, but I don't like being 
referred to as cheap or promiscuous. Maybe being blonde has 
something to do with that. I may be blonde, but I am not, by any 
stretch of the imagination, stupid or shallow. I went and sat on 
the antique psychiatrists couch (Bill calls it the slouch couch) 
in his room and pouted.

"Is this really from referring to you as horny?" Bill asked.

"How can you be such a strong, passionate, dedicated lover and 
partner to me, and then think I would say something that would 
demean you or put you down? My God Carree, you trusted me enough 
to let me have anal intercourse with you. You are being VERY thin 
skinned. They were only words. Accurate words. You are horny, 
just like I am. We are horny for each other. It's a slang term. 
Do you think that I have a perception of you where I guess I'm 
lucky I'm the next guy you see when the "mood" hits you? If 
that's the case maybe we should rethink some things. I thought we 
trusted each other a lot more than that. Neither mine, nor your, 
sexual gratification is not a ransom for the ring I gave you, or 
the one I have from you that's in my heart. You're being a jerk 
over a word." Bill said and then sighed. "Let's go back to the 
party, I'll be in the car."

He turned and went down the stairs. I sat there dumbfounded. How 
could I be so stupid to be offended by such an innocuous 
statement? "Maybe your horniness is inherited" is what he said 
that pissed me off. Why in God's name did I let that bother me? 
But it did set off my anger as soon as he said it. When I hear 
someone say they are horny I take it to mean they want to satisfy 
a sexual urge for the pleasure of it, not the love factor. But, 
this was Bill I was talking about and mad at for saying it. What 
is wrong with me? Where did the anger come from? I do associate 
loose talk about one's sexual needs in public with being cheap 
and petty, and "blonde", too.
But, my own pettiness had just hurt the one person in the world 
that I love unconditionally. Plus, put a condition on it; I let 
words take precedence over action, thought or deed. Bill put me 
on a pedestal, and I was trying to make it seem that I was even 
more special. I was wrong; so wrong that groveling on my hands 
and knees would seem petty as a penance. How did I let myself 
take this so far? I needed to knock myself down a few pegs.

I went down the stairs and went to the drivers' side door of the 
car.

"Bill, I'm so sorry. I was wrong. I showed you the worst side of 
me. Being petty. My parents treat me special because they love 
me. You treat me even more special, because you love me. You 
spoil me rotten.  Spoiled rotten to the point where I let a word, 
and my own mis-placed perception of that word, hurt you. Bill, I 
never want to hurt you, and I trust you so much that I know you 
would never hurt me. Yet, I just let that trust fail me upstairs. 
I don't deserve that ring from you, but I want it. Not the ring 
itself, but the meaning that goes with it. You always say that 
the ring I give you in return for your diamond is in your heart. 
You should throw that away, because I didn't live up to the 
meaning of it. A ring has no beginning, no end. Forgive me Bill. 
The spike I put in your heart is right through mine, too. Come 
with me upstairs and let's renew what the meaning of our rings 
are; never ending love." I said, having poured out my heart. 

"Goddamn it Carree! At least you realize WHAT you did and why it 
hurt me so. I'm sitting here thinking to myself HOW? HOW could 
she think I would say anything to hurt HER? Where did this come 
from? I love to kiss your ass, but I will not KISS YOUR ASS to 
earn a trust I thought we were built on. The trust was supposed 
to be there to build everything else on." Bill said accepting my 
apology while pointing out and emphasizing what I knew I did.

He opened the car door and looked at me. He had tears forming in 
both eyes and a look of quiet resolve on his face.

"Don't ever doubt my love for you Carree." He said.

I reached out and hugged and held him tightly to me.

"I won't and I never did, Bill. I was being stupid. I know what I 
mean to you, and you to me. Forgive me and I will never make you 
doubt me again, you have my heart on that one." I said, crying.

Bill put his arm around me and walked me to my side of the car 
and opened the door. I looked up at him and said with a grin, 
"you don't want to go upstairs? I'm still horny for you, if 
you're still horny for me."

"You are a little shit, sometimes," Bill said as he closed the 
car door and took me by the hand leading me upstairs. He stopped 
and bolted the door, and once again took the stairs 2 at a time 
to get a chance to give my butt a squeeze before I got to the 
top. Everything was back to normal.

I went to the slouch couch and sat down. I curled a finger 
motioning him over. He sat beside me and we kissed, deep and 
passionate. I took his hand and brought it to my mouth. I sucked 
his middle finger in and went down on it 3 or 4 times. I took his 
hand and bent back the other 3 fingers leaving the middle digit 
standing alone. I took the hand and brought it under my dress to 
my shaven, uncovered pussy, and pushed it in. "No panties now, 
just for you. Ohhhhh! (I shuttered) Don't go too deep with that 
big finger," I said.

Bill glued his lips to mine and laid me back on the sofa. In one 
move he spread my legs, knelt between them and bent to kiss my 
bald slit. I was more than half way to orgasm. How could I have 
doubted this man for a nano-second?

He pulled his finger from me and settled into a lick and nibble 
on my clit. I let out another big swoon and he sat up.

"What's wrong?' I said, startled he quit so soon.

"Let's strip. I want to see that beautiful body while I eat it." 
He said as he started to undo his belt.

We were nude before you knew it and I laid back once again on the 
sofa. He came to me and lay beside me showering me with kisses 
while caressing my breasts. Before he was through I think he 
covered every inch of me with his mouth, but the attention he 
paid to eating my clit and pussy was the best ever. He used less 
fingers than usual trying to hold off my climax for as long as 
possible. He also wanted to avoid my G-spot, as that always led 
to a quicker end. G-spot orgasms left me physically drained, not 
that I didn't like them.  Even without fingers, his tongue had me 
singing my song of ecstasy and holding his mouth to my vagina. 
Soon I would be trying to push him away as my clit got so 
sensitive, I thought I would pass out.

"Please Bill, please, no more, no more!!" my voice echoed in the 
room and he finally relented as I turned to my side to protect 
myself from his magic tongue. Of course this opened me to be 
assaulted from the rear as he kissed and nibbled on my ass 
cheeks, working his way to lick and tease at my butthole with his 
tongue. I was always self-conscious about how hygienic I was back 
there, because with Bill that was always a target for his tongue. 
But after the first lick, it never seemed to matter. It was a 
private hidden place, but Bill had shown me the joys of playing 
back there. Once my pussy began to flow again from the good 
feelings he was giving me in my rear, I turned and pushed him 
away.

"Bill, I can't wait any longer to taste and suck on your cock. I 
need to feel it in my mouth. Let me taste it and make you crazy." 
I said not wanting to wait one more second.

Oral sex had become a real comfort to me. I remember when I first 
heard about it when I was in, maybe eight grade; I thought how 
aberrant a behavior it was. Then you heard more and more about it 
and it seemed to be a common sex practice for girls who wanted to 
be popular. But after seeing it done in a video that Kim had 
gotten and played for us girls, you began to see a sexiness to 
it. 
Firstly, because you realized it was a compliment to having it 
performed on YOU. 
Secondly, because of the tremendous feelings it gave the receiver 
and the power it instilled in the giver. 
It was comforting to hear my friends Kim and Megan tell us that 
their sisters, all who were older and some married, say that it 
was a regular and common part of their lovemaking. It was not an 
aberrant act at all. With me, it gave me a closeness that I 
couldn't feel in any other way with Bill. I remember the first 
time I was confronted with the possibility of putting it in my 
mouth how excited I was to want to feel it there. But, there was 
also my panic, when I realized that he was going to ejaculate and 
my mouth became first option for a receptacle. Did I want that in 
my mouth, would it make me sick, would it be awful? 
In my case I had a prior opportunity to taste a little of his 
sperm and, although it wasn't a big enough sample to draw a 
tasting review, it was not repugnant in taste or smell. Before I 
had a chance to decide much more, it was shooting in my mouth. 
Quickly I decided that the best option was to swallow and get rid 
of it, if only for reasons of neatness. But as I continued to 
feel him writhe in my mouth and see what pleasure I was bringing 
him, I sensed not a bad taste, not unpleasant, but not what you 
would order a bowl of or put on a salad either. To me it was 
Bill, and I remember how proud I was to have him in my tummy. The 
only time I didn't like it was when we were on our third try in a 
short time. His cum was thick and almost a snotty consistency. 
That felt repugnant in my mouth and I could not swallow that. 
Later we found that citrus, like grapefruit, and most especially 
pineapple, when eaten the night before, made him taste sweet to 
where I could savor his flavor.
Feeling him stiff in my mouth with all the nerve endings he has 
there, as well as how sensory the mouth is, is a tremendous turn 
on. I can feel his heart beat, even as it quickens towards 
orgasm. Later on, in one of the few times I compared notes with 
close girlfriends about such personal things, did I find my 
experience to be different in that way. They said the felt a 
throb from time to time, but I swear could take Bills pulse, it 
seemed.

Bill had rolled off the slouch couch when I finally had to push 
him away from my sex. I had already become too sensitive in my 
vagina, and his oral wanderings around my anus and perineum had 
relit that earlier glow. So, another 3 alarmer would leave me a 
writhing mess and I didn't want that to ruin my night. 
I lay back in the couch to catch my breath and I looked down at 
the kneeling Bill on the floor. I smiled at him and asked if he 
had anything for me. He stood and expected me to get up and let 
me kneel over him, but I reached out to his penis and urged him 
to my lying form. I went to the edge of the couch where it curved 
up to support a relaxing patient and guided Bill to my mouth. He 
was able to rest his knees on the edge. By supporting my head, 
when needed, with my left arm or hand, I could easily play with 
his sack and balls while I sucked him with my right. I still had 
not conquered taking him deep into my mouth, but surely the 3 or 
so inches he was able to easily slide over my lips and tongue 
satisfied him more than he could ever expect.
We took turns, it seemed, he thrusting to my mouth and me going 
down on him, and sometimes a combo of both. Either way, we both 
felt urgency, him to climax, and me to taste his seed and satisfy 
my hunger for him. His little groans, hums, and gasps of 
satisfaction made me happy to know I was repaying him for the 
same joys he gave me. It seemed we were suck in the same rhythm 
for a time when I finally sensed a taste in my mouth. He always 
had a pre-cum leak with a bleachy report. His first lubricating 
watery spurt had that strong odor and flavor. It left a bit if 
that flavor in the rest of his ejaculate, but it was familiar to 
me. 
Just after getting that first taste I knew he was not far from 
climax. His thrust quickened and shortened and he always moved to 
use his hand to jerk it into my mouth. Sometimes I would let him, 
other times I would push his hand away and do it myself, or clamp 
tighter with my mouth. The height he was at today made it good 
for his thrusts, and he knew never to scare me by pushing too 
deeply. I pushed his hand away when he went to make that move and 
tightened my mouth down and sucked a nice vacuum for him.
When I pushed his hand away he shook both arms and bobbed at the 
knee emoting "Ahhhhhhh, hut, Ahhhhhhh" like he wanted to jerk it, 
but my mouth was even better. Either way, he was not coming back 
from where he was going now.

He sucked in air with a hollow scream as he came. The first 
watery blast was huge, telling me he had been boiling this for a 
while, probably since my tease in the car after graduation. I 
swallowed that quickly knowing he would deposit a second and 
third blast in the back of my throat, and that he did. I 
swallowed those and curled my tongue up to catch any more shots. 
I wanted it to run underneath my tongue so I could swish it 
around to taste it. The fourth pulse was weaker than the others 
and then he oozed. I kept the suction up and moved my tongue 
around the head knowing that when he finally couldn't take 
anymore and pulled from me, I could get a good-bye spurt from 
him. It happened as I expected with Bill withdrawing from the 
warmth of my mouth and he grabbing his cock as if to protect it. 
He would hold he head in the palm of his hand, squeezing it and 
shuttering.
I was running my tongue over the front of my teeth to push all of 
his cum to the top of my tongue so I could swallow and eat his 
loving spoonful.

"Oh my baby!! Ohh God Carree!" Bill exclaimed. "THAT was the best 
ever. You sunk in the top of my head that time. God, you love me 
so good with your mouth." He said as he bent to kiss me. Our kiss 
was a long and tonguing one where he eventually slipped into the 
couch and we hugged and felt each other's naked forms in our 
arms. I felt him penis touch my vagina and wondered at that 
possibility someday. My God, how I loved the thought of him being 
inside of me. I might have to plan for some butt sex on our trip 
this weekend to satisfy that urge. But, I also worried that one 
errant little spermie might find a way inside of me from his 
casual brush against me. I abruptly ended our kiss and said we 
were late and had to go. God, I am sooo paranoid.

We leisurely got dressed and spoke of the next few nights and 
mornings when we would fall asleep and wake in each other's arms. 
You couldn't have wiped the smiles off our faces with 
jackhammers.

We finished dressing, freshened our breaths and tried to look 
"glowy", but not too after "sex-ish", for our return to the party 
at my house. We were 10 minutes later than we had said, and 
helped the starving guests get served. The food was great and we 
all had a wonderful time. Bill and I cracked little jokes between 
us about having already eaten, being full so soon etc. Thinking 
back on it now, everyone probably knew what we were talking 
about, probably having done the same thing at one time. My 
lasting memory was the look on Bills face as I asked him in front 
of his mother, "Did you bring any of that special sauce that goes 
with the meat?"

Good Lord, we had fun together!

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Tomorrow,I will actually be going back to work for the 
first time since William's death. Writing "Carree Loves Billy" 
and the first 3 of the 10 stories I have outlines for, has been 
fun, and reflective, but very hard at times. I wished it to be 
therapeutic, and it has been that more than anything. In dragging 
out old memories, I know how lucky I was to have known a love 
like William. From our early sex lives you can see we could 
rarely get enough of each other. Of course the newness of sex 
wore off, but only to a point. Our story is written from my diary 
and of course, my memory. Very little has been embellished and I 
have tried to write and speak as I did when they happened.

Carree
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