Adult Image Library 2/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_2.iso/stories/things.txt

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The tires of her Escort squealed slightly as she took the corner in her usual,
hurried manner. Squinting against the glare of the late afternoon sun, she
strained to see - would he be here? A part of her noted coolly that life
would certainly be simpler if he wasn't. The she could just go home and
forget all about what her intentions had been while having a normal, quiet
evening. No one need ever know.

God, she hoped he was here.

At least then she wouldn't feel like a fool for having skipped her interview.

The sight of his car in front of his house evoked from her a sigh expressing
both relief and a sudden twinge of nervousness. She parked behind him,
turned off the engine, and then sat silently for a moment, gathering what
few wits were left her. Breathing deeply, she struggled to achieve an
appearance of calmness, forcibly repressing the anxiety that caused her
heart to flutter nervously as she approached the house and rang the bell.

As she waited, it suddenly occured to her that just because his car was here
did not necessarily mean that he would be.

A moment later the door opened and he stared at her, slightly surprised.
Besides the fact that it was early, she was wearing a skirt and blouse,
something he almost never saw her in. Confused he said, "Hi... Why are you
dressed like that?"

A half-hearted expression of disapproval on her face, she said, "Because I
had an interview. You know, it's not fair that you have so much free time
while the rest of us actually have to work for a living."

He grunted, choosing to ignore her jibe, turned away, and walked back into
the house. "Come on in," he said over his shoulder. "No one else is home."

I know, she thought to herself as she quietly closed the door.

She followed him into the kitchen, where she found him pouring two sodas.
They stood in silence on opposite sides of the room as they drank, carefully
not looking at each other. The dog looked from one to the other placidly, then
decided that the front window was far more interesting and left them to
their stand off.

This was maddening.

Her mind raced frantically in the silence. What was she doing here? What did
she hope to gain? She felt suddenly embarrassed, realizing exactly how bad
this must appear to him, as if she was terribly desperate.

But wasn't she?

Just as she decided that it would be better to just finish her drink and go
home, he tilted his head toward the door and said, "Let's go to my room." All
thoughts vanished, and she merely nodded and followed him, depositing her
glass in the sink as she passed it. Apparently, her decision had been made
for her.

Once inside the room, he turned and disappeared, leaving her once again
alone with her thoughts, which immediately returned to the implications of
what she was about to do. If she had been asked even a week ago if she
would consider doing anything even remotely similar to this she would have
strongly denied it. Yes, she was generally known for her unpredictability,
perhaps instability, but this... this was going too far for even that.

However, even as she considered the implications, she began to smile with
anticipation. Yes, she wanted this, no matter what the cost.

She glanced distractedly around the room and found herself remembering the
times recently that they had wrestled here, playing a game that involved
trying to remove articles of each other's clothing - a game which on the
surface, ironically enough, was quite innocent, like children playing doctor.
But something somewhere along the line had changed, at least for her. Now
innocence had very little to do with anything... her thoughts and dreams, both
day and night, had focused exclusively on erotic fantasies that grew more
explicit and deviant as time wore on. Suddenly, as she gazed at the articles
that represented the collected impressions and memories of this young
man's life, she found herself thinking back to the one and only time she'd
ever "done it" in her own room - the feeling of sheer perversity of doing it in
the same bed she'd slept in as a child. The mere thought of it now sent chills
of excitement through her body - just as it had that night. As she sat here
she wondered - would it be the same for him?

Finally, he returned, and after shutting the door he clapped his hands
together gleefully and said, "So... shall we?"

She smiled squintingly, and then crossed the room away from him and picked
up from the desk the first thing her hand found - a desk calendar - trying
very hard to conceal the flush that had suddenly risen to her cheeks. It
wasn't as if this was unexpected... and this certainly would not be a new
experience for her. Why then was she so affected?

As she began to flip through the pages of the calendar, she felt him draw
near behind her. Outwardly she ignored him, continuing to turn pages.
Inwardly, however, her mind wandered. His mere proximity had raised every
hair on the back of her neck and caused her every muscle to suddenly tense.
After a moment he leaned into her, his breathing lightly audible in her ear as
their bodies touched. Her chest constricted with the beginnings of the
familiar ache that he had so often evoked in her recently. Still she pretended
to ignore him, but she could feel herself begin to waver and could barely see
the pages of the calendar through her half-lidded eyes. Without warning he
ran his fingers lightly up the back of her skirt - his touch like electricity
across the surface of her skin. Suddenly the ache exploded full force in her
chest, stomach and thighs, surprising her with its intensity and almost
causing her to drop the calendar. Upon seeing her falter he laughed, but did
not cease his touch. She, in turn, continued going through the motions of
flipping the last few pages despite the fact that she saw nothing, her body
already beginning to respond of its own accord to his motions.

Finally, she put the calendar down, and he tugged insistently at the arm of
her jacket. She slipped it off, then turned and removed his watch before
dispensing with all her own jewelry and stepping out of her shoes. Before
she could do more, he was behind her again, one arm wound around her waist,
the other stroking around to the front of her skirt, slowly pushing the
material up until he could slide his hand beneath it, all the while rocking
ever-so-slightly back and forth. Unconsciously, she moved with him, laying
her head back upon his shoulder as she relaxed. Slipping his fingers over the
top of her nylons, he drew them and the panties underneath half-way down
her thighs, then rubbed his hand back up between them, causing her to moan
softly. She reached behind and quickly unclasped his belt and jeans, slipping
her hand inside first around the outside of the hard lean muscle of his outer
thigh, and then forward to briefly fondle his already arisen flesh. Turning,
she unbuttoned and removed his shirt as he expertly undid her bra and
slipped the blouse up over her head. He then grasped the top of her skirt,
intending also to slide that down over her hips. She shook her head, saying,
"That would have to go up over my head." He shrugged, perhaps not
understanding why, then pushed her back toward the bed. She paused briefly
to push her nylons and underwear the rest of the way off before lying back
and welcoming his warmth and his weight as he gently lowered himself onto
her.

They kissed only once, perhaps because he knew that she had in the past
expressed a dislike for it. This time, however, she found her self wanting
more. But before she could protest, his hand travelled down her side as he
nibbled briefly on her ear, then kissed her throat, and then continued down
the front of her chest to her nipple, which he took gently between his teeth
and flicked his tongue across. She gasped - this was wonderful! All thoughts
of the world, even of the room around them had vanished. She closed her
eyes and enjoyed the sheer sensual experience of him, bringing her hands
down between them in a tender  exploration of his face, throat and chest.
His arms, however, blocked her progress, preventing her from continuing
downward, so she instead rubbed her hands up his back, lightly raking her
nails across his smooth, hard muscles. In response, he brought his hand down
under her skirt and once again stroked upward between her thighs, causing
her to arch her back and sigh with delight as he drew his hand closer.
Cruelly biting her neck, he inserted his finger without hesitation, sending a
powerful shock to deep within her. Her breathing intensified as he probed,
touching where she had so longed to be touched by him and driving her
inexorably toward the plateau of her expectation.

Finally extracting her arms from his, she quickly brushed her hands down his
sides to push his jeans and underwear as far down as she could reach, then
switching her attention to the fronts of his thighs, drawing her hands
slowly back up, caressing him carefully as she passed. Taking hold of him,
she gently pulled and pushed along his length, in synch with some unknown
internal rhythm, causing him to attain complete rigidity as she stroked.
Once again he moved his finger within her, teasing dangerously close to that
place that would instantaneously send her to oblivion. Suddenly, selfishly,
she wanted him inside her, the imminence of ecstasy driving her passions to
supersede consideration. She wrapped her legs around his and grasped his
hips, guiding him over her...

Suddenly he shifted his weight and came down on the bed next to her,
tugging her arm upward. She half-turned and sat up as he lay back, pausing
briefly to push completely off the clothing still bunched around his knees
before straddling him. Her skirt billowed out to conceal their act completely
- shrouding their indecency from a long-forgotten outside world. Leaning
down, she nibbled his shoulder and ear as she positioned herself over him,
then slowly came down on him, the muscles of her thighs trembling slightly
as she was forced to lift slightly and come down again to accept his
unaccustomed size. She leaned back, taking him fully, and suddenly the
world was forcibly ripped away as he touched her deepest recess - her
entire body trembling as her consciousness was unexpectedly, almost
cruelly, torn away for those few eternal seconds during which all becomes
justified.

Gasping, she fell forward, her mind ablaze with the throes of her own
personal pleasure. Suddenly, unexpectedly, reality crashed back to the fore
as the sensations of teeth and tongue at her breast drew her attention. She
was not yet done.

Shifting slightly, she lifted away from him and rocked rhythmically back
and forward, firmly grasping his hair on either side of his head as she
moved. He tentatively drew his fingers down the curve of her back and then
clawed back up - the sting of his raking nails forcing her to arch her back
and gasp with the strange combination of pain and pleasure. She pumped
faster as he clawed again, her every nerve crying out for him to scratch
deeper and longer, to send her reeling uncontrollably once again into
delirium. Suddenly, however, his hands stopped and pulled her down
momentarily, a hitch in his breathing indicating that he had at last found his
moment. She, however, would not be denied. Resisting his pull, she greedily
continued her movements, demanding that he once again fulfill her. Her
excitement peaked, she raised herself one last time and plunged back down,
driving him to find that place that only he could reach and spiralling her
awareness down into the depths of her own desperate desire.

For moments they lie still, embracing one another comfortingly,
reassuringly - unencumbered by the stifling considerations of love and
devotion that could only turn this perfect moment of peace into silent self-
analysis and reflection. They were together, but they were free, and neither
would have had it any differently.

The sound of a passing car roused them, and they separated silently, each
moving to his or her respective pile of clothing and getting dressed.
Someone was bound to be home soon - it would be best if things looked back
to normal as soon as possible. He straightened the bedsheets and opened the
window, then disappeared to get some soda, leaving her alone to finish
dressing. Finally putting on her shoes and jacket, she glanced around the
room once more, realizing that from then on her memories of the place
would no longer merely be associations with friendly wrestling matches.
She smiled to herself - would she ever be able to come in here and keep a
straight face? Not likely. She picked up her engagement ring from the desk
and replaced it, sighing at the thought of having to spend the next three
hours on the road to Vermont to spend the weekend with her fiance. Oh well,
the things one does for love...

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