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Deception, Love, and Innocence
by S.R. (sr_author@hotmail.com)

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The story of a young, rich, dashing high-school 
sophomore who rekindles his friendship with the girl of 
his dreams after his mother's tragic death. As he pines 
away for her in secret, little does he know she shares 
the same feelings for him. Though she tries to get him 
to make a move through flirty and outright slutty 
behaviors, it takes him stumbling upon evidence of her 
own desires for him for the two to finally hook up. A 
story about teen lust, love, innocence, deception, 
tragedy, and that results is what follows. It is, 
according to my editor "one of the best pieces of 
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Deception, Love, and Innocence - Part 1: By S.R.
(m/f, teen, 1st, love)


-----------------INTRODUCTION------------------------

First off, let me tell you that I tend to tease a lot 
in my stories. By this I mean that, you won't get any 
actual full-on sex until part 3. What you will get is a 
good, thought out story, with an actual plot, and a lot 
of erotic stuff, leading up to the eventual full-on 
sex. So I advise you to take your time with this story. 
It's not a quick fix. Second, this story is inspired by 
two separate woman of my past. 

The first, a friend, my best friend, whom I loved for 
quite a long time in secret. I waited far too long 
(about two or three years too long) to tell her my 
feelings. Had I acted those two or three years sooner, 
all would have been different. No sense in crying over 
it now though. The second is the physical 
representation of Jess. The attitude. The slutty 
persona. She was just as I describe: a goddess, who 
flirted far too much, and wore far too sexy clothing. 

I can't say I cared for her as I cared for the first 
girl, but I can tell you she was the best lover of my 
life. No one else has yet to live up to her. Also, I 
welcome and seek out comments and discussions of my 
work from its readers. Please feel free and encouraged 
to contact me at sr_author@hotmail.com for any reason 
related to my works. Praise, criticism, questions or 
comments, requests, whatever. 


--------------------PART 1--------------------------

I was in my second, or sophomore year of high school 
when my life began to change, rapidly. First off, my 
mother died the July before. It wasn't sudden, as she'd 
had cancer for years and lived well beyond her life 
expectancy, never the less, it took its toll. So, of 
course the kids at my school laid off and where nicer 
too me. I was never picked on, but I wasn't in the 'in 
crowd'. I was in that large, middle, gray area. This 
year, though, things took a 180. Suddenly, all the cool 
kids talked too me. Now, I wouldn't have cared about 
that with the loss of my mother, except for that one, 
specific girl who made the whole situation better.

Her name was Jessica. She went by Jess though. We'd 
been friends since the first grade but only 
acquaintances in the seventh grade. In the 8th grade, 
though, we grew very far apart, as we had no classes 
together. Ninth grade was pretty much the same as 
eighth, only a different building. So, when suddenly 
Jess started to make the time for me, and pay attention 
too me, I actually took notice. She'd gotten extremely 
hot over the past few years, and I can tell you I'd 
spanked the monkey to the thought of her more than a 
few dozen times over the past years. So now that this 
blond-bombshell with C-cup tits was paying ME some 
attention. Well, needless to say there was a lack of 
toilet paper in the house for the next few weeks, if 
you get my drift.

She was the epitome of the word HOT. A fox, with 
naturally bleach-blond hair cut at the shoulder, 
sapphire blue eyes, C-cup tits that where the absolute 
perfect size -- not too large, and not too small -- and 
an ass like a goddess. The tightest thing I've ever 
seen, anywhere. She was also a bit promiscuous, and her 
clothes proved it. Tight pants, thong panties (which 
where obvious whenever she'd crouch down to get a 
book), tight shirts, and on occasion, no bra at all. 
She gave me half a stiffy every time I saw her. 

As midterms began to approach, the school district 
surprised us with a four-day weekend, most likely do to 
the extended contract talks between the teachers and 
school board. They'd do anything to avoid a strike 
after what had happened 6 years ago when they'd been 
out of school a month. So it was that Thursday that 
Jess approached me at my locker. She had her backpack 
slung over her shoulder, and her hands in his back 
pockets. Her shirt wasn't quite long enough, and her 
belly button was in view, as well as her breasts stuck 
out a bit due to her stance.

"Hey Cowboy," she said with a sweat little smile. Ever 
since the first grade, when I'd worn a Cowboy costume 
the entire month of October. It was a cute little 
nickname she'd given me, that though others had picked 
up on it over the years, no one used it consistently 
except her. She was also the only one I enjoyed hearing 
it from. The way she said it alone was so soothing, 
sweat, and sultry. "Whatcha doin?" she asked, 
playfully, biting her lower lip.

"Uh, just.. grabbing my lab book." I muttered, always 
nervous around her. 

"Well hurry up, slowpoke, or we'll be late," she said 
adorably. I had to fight the urge to simply kiss her. 
Physical attraction aside, I knew in my heart and head, 
I was falling for her, hard. She was simply the best, 
sweetest, nicest, most beautiful person I knew. It 
sometimes felt as if I was being punched in the gut, 
only it was enjoyable, to be around her. I guess that's 
what love feels like - an enjoyable punch in the gut. 

Pulling the book out, I shut my locker and turned the 
combination so it was locked. Without another second, 
Jess grabbed my hand in hers as the first bell rung and 
pulled me along. I remembered when we where kids and 
she'd tried to hold my hand. Other than when we risked 
crossing the street on our own those scant few times, 
I'd always refuse. I never specifically said 'cooties', 
but it was just the general thing kids of that age do.

As we go to the staircase, she let go as she began to 
ascend up the staircase, only a few other kids now 
where jogging up and down them to their classes. Jess 
and I simply walked, and I always made sure to stay 
behind her. A good, nearly eye-level view of her 
perfect, toned, ass was a quick and fun jolly in the 
morning before one of the worst classes we both had. I 
had been lucky this year to have more than half my 
classes with her. After watching her as we climbed the 
stairs, she jogged ahead of me to the class, I followed 
suit, and we hit the door only a second before the last 
bell rang. She giggled, and I smiled as two of our 
classmates got there right behind us and where told to 
go to the office.

The class was, as usual, extremely boring. I was the 
type of kid who had the ability to read something once 
in a book, and know it. It was what had allowed me to 
coast through years of school without taking notes, or 
studying more than once. Sometimes the plan backfired 
and I'd forget to read the material even once, but that 
was so infrequent no one really cared. My GPA was still 
one of the best in the class, without becoming a nerd. 

After that we headed to lunch. For the first time since 
sixth grade, we sat together along with four of her 
friends, and two of mine I'd been able to bring into 
the 'in crowd' along with me. We rarely spoke anymore 
though, as they where too engrossed in Jess' friends, 
and I couldn't blame them. They where all physically 
attractive. But Jess had caught my eye, and my heart.

Lunch was usually one of my times to shine. You 
remember that kid in your high school that always leant 
out money? You know, the one who could either afford to 
throw a dozen dollars away and be cocky about whom he 
gave it too? That was me. Except, my money went to 
Jess, her friends, my friends, and typically one or two 
loners who'd basically leeched themselves too me. Both 
Jess and my family where pretty well off, considering 
her father was a corporate lawyer and her mother a real 
Estate Agent, who typically found clients in her 
husband's books. 

My father owned a chain of fancy car dealerships; 
Lexus, Jaguar, Mercedes, BMW and so on. My mother had 
been an architect for most of her professional life 
until her diagnosis. So, money came flowing out any 
which way from Sunday, and the end result was a MAC, 
and Credit cards of my own, as well as a bundle of cash 
each morning. So why did Jess and her friends need to 
borrow from me? It was simple, Jess' parents had always 
been, and where still, totally neglectful. She had a 
credit card for emergencies, and could sometimes manage 
to get a few hundred bucks from one of them before they 
left town on business, but it was nothing like my 
house.

Aside from playing hero to everyone, which got me a 
little more respect and appreciation even if it didn't 
pad my wallet, it was also fun because of the 
conversations. Two of Jess' friends where, for all 
intents and purposes, sluts. So they'd often ramble on 
about some guy they'd given head too, or fucked, or 
teased, complain about how tight their bra's where, and 
so forth. They'd sometimes drag Jess into the 
conversation with some remark about her thong panties 
or something, but not too often. It was simply a fun 
time to be a guy, and a teenager.

Having just turned 16 in May, my father being the car 
dealer had, of course, given me a car. Now, some saw 
this as spoiled, but if they'd been offered a free car, 
how many would have refused it? Anywho, with Jess' 
parents so often not home, she'd yet to even take her 
test for her license, so I'd been driving her home in 
my Jag convertible, and sometimes teaching her how to 
drive. The first time I'd done this, she was so afraid 
of crashing the damn thing she'd insisted upon sitting 
on my lap, so if anything went wrong I could take over. 
It had taken an incredible amount of will power and 
stamina to keep myself from getting hard as her rock of 
an ass passed across my lap, her hair in my face, and 
her back up against my chest with my arms under and 
around hers.

As we walked to the car, her arm through mine simply 
out of habit, I caught some glances from people. I'd 
heard there was considerable speculation about the two 
of us, and whether we were an item or not. Jess and I 
had never even spoken about that, and not wanting to 
ruin a good thing, I avoided the topic myself. As we 
pulled out of the lot, she asked if I'd help her study 
at her house tomorrow morning. I agreed, and made my 
way home, already anxious about the next day.


---------------------PART 2--------------------------

Friday morning couldn't come fast enough. Showering and 
not bothering to shave for the fifth day in a row, I 
made my way through the morning traffic to her house by 
8:45. I was one of those odd people who was both a 
morning, and night person. My grandfather, great-
grandfather, and great-great grandfather had been in 
the Navy, and so waking up at the crack of dawn was 
almost genetic. On the other hand, my mother and father 
had always been night owls, so staying up late was also 
common around our house. The end result was when most 
kids where falling asleep after only 5 hours rest the 
night before, I could manage just fine. Having had an 
actual full 7 hours, I was energized to get going. 

Pulling up, I was surprised to see her mother's Land 
Rover in the driveway. Leaving the Jag near the front 
door (the driveway was fairly mammoth), I darted 
towards it and rang the bell. After the second time, 
her mother arrived and opened it. She was on her cell-
phone, papers in hand, and obviously getting ready to 
go out. She mouthed a 'Hello' to me, and after a few 
minutes on the phone, finally hung-up.

"Never go into business with family," she said to me as 
she crossed the hallway. "They'll make you nuts!" she 
shouted from the den. I glanced around, having only 
recently been in Jess' house for all of a few minutes a 
about two months ago, and not since. I'd spent 
considerable time here as a kid, though. Coming out 
from the den she walked towards me.

"I'm sorry to be in such a rush, but my idiot of a 
husbands just now informed me of a fiasco with three of 
our clients, something about those bastards at the 
IRS," she said, "They're foreclosing on three 
properties I have up for sale and have buyers 
interested in, so I've got to fly out to meet him in 
Aspen." she said, sighing and shaking her head as she 
turned away and began to rifle through some papers.

"Jess is upstairs, probably still asleep, and I left 
her some money on my nightstand, be sure to tell her, 
uhh..." she started glancing around for something. "Oh, 
I left the flight information and my cell number near 
the phone of she needs it, all right?" she asked, as if 
I was paying more than a little bit of attention.

"Oh, yeah. OK." I muttered. Within another few seconds, 
she'd donned her coat and was out the door. About 
thirty-seconds later, I heard the car pull away. After 
a minute of standing around, I figured I'd see if Jess 
was awake. The house was silent, with the exception of 
a lawn mower in the yard next door. I knew her room was 
at the end of the hall, and slowly made my way there. 
The door was closed, but not completely. Pushing it 
open, I glanced in and could only see the dresser and 
floor and walls. 

While not messy, the room wasn't neat. Some clothes 
where sprawled on the floor and furniture, and I 
quickly made out a black lace bra near the mirror. 
Finally, entering the room, I saw Jess. She was spread 
out on the bed, up against the far wall. Her hair was 
ruffled, her arms above her head at different 
positions. She had only a sheet wrapped around her leg 
and a blanket up against the wall. What stunned me he 
most was her attire. She was face up towards the door, 
clad only in a red satin thong and green T-shirt that 
was bunched up near her breasts.

Her legs where spread apart naturally as I approached 
her. I'd seen her in a one-piece bathing suit in the 
8th grade, but never anything like this. I could feel 
my cock jump at the sight of her and felt a bit dizzy 
as well. It wasn't every day you got to see an 
incredibly hot girl whom you think you loved in her 
panties. The room also had a slight chill too it, which 
made visible through the flimsy top, her hardened 
nipples. I watched as her chest rose, and fell as she 
breathed deeply. I stood next to the bed for a few 
moments, simply looking at her. She was breath taking. 
I realized I'd never seen this side of her. It was the 
naive, playful side, but the innocent, natural side of 
her. The side you could only see when someone was 
either unconscious, or truly innocent of anything. It 
was rare, and a gift.

Knowing I couldn't stand there and enjoy the site 
forever, I slowly moved my hand to her arm. It was cold 
to the touch. Slowly, I nudged her trying to rouse her 
from her sleep. After the second attempt she inhaled 
quickly, then yawned stretching her arms as she 
blinked. She then closed her eyes again for a moment 
before opening them and looking up at me. She smiled 
that perfect smile of her.

"Hey Cowboy," she said in greeting. "What time is it?" 
she asked, curiously. I glanced to the alarm clock 
above her head. "9:15," I replied, looking back too 
her, making sure to keep my eyes glued to her face and 
nothing else. She must have been aware of her state of 
near-undress, but seemed not to mind. She jumped in the 
bed and slid over again the wall, and patted the part 
of the bed she'd been on. "Its way too early, come on, 
lay down." she said, closing her eyes again. What else 
could I do? Slowly, I sat and then put my legs up, 
lying rather stiffly there on the bed. She then tugged 
and pulled at the cover behind her until it was 
covering part of her. Then she snuggled up against me, 
and covered herself and me in part with the blanket, 
making a shivering sound.

"Aren't you cold?" she asked as she draped her arm 
across my chest. In all honesty, I was rather warm. 
Aside from already being warm from my sweater and 
jeans, the prospect of being so intimately close to her 
was making my blood begin to boil. "Not really." I 
managed to say. 

"Well I am." She said, now draping a leg over my own, 
her foot rubbing slowly back and forth against my right 
shin. My hands where at my side, and I could feel her 
loose breasts pressed against my upper arm, and the 
slightest hint of satin on one of my knuckles. My hand 
was literally inches, if not centimeters, from her 
pussy. The simple thought of that made my heart beat 
faster and faster. I actually started to breathe faster 
as well.

"Why didn't my mom wake me up like I asked?" she asked.

"Oh, she left, she said something about having to go to 
Aspen cause of some business thing with your dad." I 
said, not really paying attention to even my own 
speech. It felt as if I was only half there. 

"That is so like her." she said, her head in part on my 
shoulder, so close to mine. Jess had always been 
affectionate, and not by any means shy, but I never in 
my wildest dreams thought she'd be hugging and rubbing 
up against me, half-naked, in bed. OK, maybe my wildest 
dreams where wilder than that, but I never thought in 
reality it would ever happen. 

After about another minute, although it felt like an 
hour as I was keenly aware of every second passing by, 
Jess sighed.

"Oh well. I better get my shower." she said, pulling 
the covers back. I began to move, but was halted by her 
words. "That's OK, I'll just climb over you," she said. 
Before I had a chance to move, she'd moved into a kneel 
on the bed, and moved her one leg over my body. Her 
legs where now spread, clad only in the panties, over 
me. My heart seemed to skip a beat. Within another 
second she was over, and moving away from the bed. I 
turned my head to watch her tight, firm ass move. She 
was wearing thong panties after all. Personally, I 
never could wear anything like that. I mean, most 
people hated 'wedgies', yet thongs in effect where just 
one, constant one and it didn't seem to matter.

She roamed her room as if I wasn't there, bending over 
at one point to grab a stick of deodorant she'd dropped 
on the floor. As she did so, she stretched out her 
right leg into the air to balance herself. Her legs 
where spread wider than ever before now. I suddenly 
realized I wasn't breathing. With her hairbrush, and 
deodorant in hand she exited the room for a moment. 
Then promptly return with a white, terry cloth towel 
and made her way to the doorway next to the closet; her 
bathroom. She closed the door, but again not all the 
way. I was still petrified with raging hormones and 
couldn't think. 

We'd been so close for so many years, she had to see my 
like a brother, right? Certainly, she could have any 
guy in school, would she even want me? My mind ran 
amuck without me for the next few minutes or so as the 
water in the shower ran continuously. Obviously, it was 
still heating up. While not frigid outside, it was a 
chilly 50 something degrees, and on those days it could 
take awhile.

Slowly, I sat up in her bed, my jeans feeling unusually 
tight in the crotch. Taking a few deep breaths, I tried 
to calm myself and my raging hard-on. Figuring it would 
be best to walk it off, I stood and began to slowly 
walk around the room. When I came to the cracked door 
to the bathroom, I stopped. 'Should I look?' I asked 
myself, always wanting to see this beautiful, sweat 
girl naked. I knew the answer. Despite my personal wish 
to have the first girl I saw naked (in person) be one I 
was about to have sex with, I slowly put my eye to the 
door. 

My heart skipped a beat, as my pulse quickened faster, 
and faster. My breathing was now almost panting as I 
looked upon this awesome goddess. She sat on the edge 
of the tub, her back too me, completely nude. Her hand 
was gingerly waving back and forth under the shower 
faucet as steam rose into the air making a fine mist 
about her. After about ten seconds of this, she stood 
up and walked across the room to the vanity. I could 
know see her breasts from the side. They where 
perfectly shaped, round orbs that molded into her body. 
I could not, however, see below her waist. The angle at 
which she stood and at which the door was opened 
prevented anything but a partial back, side view.

She picked up a razor there, and turned away from the 
door for a moment before walking back to the shower. 
Unfortunately, I still didn't get a peek at her 'garden 
of Eden'. She then pulled back the shower curtain 
fully, stepped in, and drew it back. Stepping back, I 
fought my self to breath and not jizz as I stood there. 
Looking around the room, I found myself overwhelmed. 
The past 15-20 minutes had been remarkable. They 
rivaled any make out sessions I'd had with girls over 
the past few years, any issue of Playboy I'd ever seen, 
every stolen glance at a girl in my school -- combined. 


--------------------PART 3--------------------------

I desperately wanted her, more now than ever. I 
couldn't think about anything but her as I walked 
slowly back to the bed and fell back onto it, my legs 
hanging over the side. My clothes felt tight and 
restricting. My body was hot, and beads of sweat were 
forming on my forehead as I smiled at my luck. Some 
might see it as an insult that someone so attractive 
would flaunt herself in front of you, as if you weren't 
a sexual being, but I knew Jess well enough to know she 
was just comfortable. When she was comfortable with 
them, it was if she had very few inhibitions or 
secrets. So I knew it was a combination of luck and 
that comfort.

Glancing to the side, I found her pillow. I grabbed it 
and held it over my face, inhaling deeply. It smelled 
of her perfume and shampoo. It felt as If I where 
holding her so close, and smelling her hair instead of 
just the pillow. I remained like that for a period of 
time, I wasn't quite sure of how long. When the shower 
water stopped, I quickly tossed the pillow back to the 
bed and sat up. By now my raging hard-on had dropped 
off and was thankfully going limp. When I heard the 
shower curtain pulled back, I moved to Jess' desk, and 
opened her Lab book. Next to the lab book was a 
notebook. At first glance, it seemed like a simple 
notebook, but as I glanced at it the second time, I saw 
my name there.

Picking it up, I stared at the page. All over it where 
different types of scribbling. All with my name. 
Different combinations, such as what her married name 
would be if she was married to me, my name inside of 
hearts along side hers. It was a virtual confession of 
love! Right there, in front of me! The girl of my 
dreams, the one I'd been secretly in love with, was in 
love with me! Suddenly, everything started to make 
sense. Why she'd grown distant in the 7th grade, 
stopped talking to me in the 8th grade, why she'd had 
her schedule changed in early freshmen year to not be 
in classes with me. She was in love with me, and unsure 
how to handle it! 

Relief washed over my like an ocean tide. A smile 
formed over my face and I couldn't help but feel as if 
the entire world was in existence simply for my 
benefit. It was an arrogant thought, but one that I 
felt I deserved. As I was snapped back to reality by 
the creak of the bathroom door open, I put the notebook 
down and slid it under the textbook to make it seem as 
if I'd never seen it. I had to decide how to proceed. 
Would she be angry and hate me for reading her things? 
Embarrassed? Happy? Or was I missing the big picture?

As I watched her saunter from the other room, a towel 
wrapped around herself and her we hair in disarray, I 
began to wonder if the past few months had all been 
leading up to today. If the attire in which Jess slept 
in, the manner she was positioned when I entered, her 
hugging me, her leaving the door open, the note book 
out, and all the other cute, comfortable, sexually 
oriented things she did. Was it all part of some master 
plan to try to get through my thick skull, and nervous 
persona? 

I took a deep breath as Jess wandered around behind me, 
going from drawer to drawer, obviously gathering 
clothing. I began to wonder how far she would take 
this, if in fact I was correct in my assumption it was 
all a show for me, when she spoke to me.

"Hey, Cowboy, could you gimme a minute or two?" She 
asked, gently, standing by the bed which had a few 
items of clothing on it. I turned in the desk chair and 
thought of how to respond. After a moment, I had made 
my choice.

"Actually," I said as I stood up and summed up a large 
amount of courage. "I was wondering if we could talk a 
minute." I said, not wanting to put this off, knowing 
my momentary ability to speak to her in full sentences 
would soon fade. I took a few steps toward her, my 
hands rubbing back and forth against each other like 
you do when your cold, only slower, as I glanced at the 
carpet. Drops of water where visible where she'd 
walked. I was now keenly aware that she was nude, and 
wet, once again.

"What's wrong?" She asked, concerned, taking a step 
forward to meet me.

"I... uhh..." I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. My 
heart felt as if it was going to explode. My knees 
where weak, my palms sweaty, and my throat dry. I'd 
never said anything as difficult in my life. So, after 
years of knowing it, but never admitting it to anyone, 
I just said it. I said those three magic words.

"I love you," we both said in unison. We then both 
blinked, and starred at each other for only the 
briefest of moments before smiling an ear-to-ear grin, 
and embracing one another. It was like something out of 
a movie, or book. It was perfect as my hands ran across 
the damp towel and her back. I felt tears begin to well 
in my eyes and sting at them, as I fought them back.

After a minute, we both stepped back from the embrace 
slightly. I knew what needed to be done, what I wanted 
to do, what she wanted to do. I gingerly put my hands 
on her cheeks, caressing them for a moment. I then 
moved my head in slowly, closing my eyes as I did. We 
kissed. For the first few seconds, it was a simple peck 
on the lips. Then our tongues met, and it became so 
much more. It was an intimate moment. One we would both 
remember even into our old age. 

I felt her hands on by sides, right below my hips, as 
we continued to lock-lips. It was gentle, and slow. Not 
the furious, rushing of a normal teenage relationship. 
It was special. After a minute or two, we released and 
we hugged once again, as I kissed slowly and softly 
from her ear, down to her neck and onto her shoulder. I 
wasn't sure how far to keep going until she whispered 
into my right ear.

"Make love too me," she said, softly as she took my 
hands in hers. I responded by guiding my lips back up 
her neck to her ear, all the while leaving a trail of 
slow, soft, kisses along the way. She then stepped 
beck, and released my hands and drew her own to the top 
of the towel. She swiftly, but gently, pulled the 
segment of the towel holding it in one piece out and 
away, and let the piece of terry-cloth fall away to the 
floor. I looked upon her glistening, wet, sensual form, 
and allowed myself a quiet moan of pleasure at the 
sight before me.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever, or will 
ever see, in my entire life." I said to her as she 
stood there before me. To my utter delight, I found her 
clean-shaven in that region as well. I was surprised at 
how controlled I was. I had always thought I would be 
wild, furious, and ravaging. My hormones alone should 
have taken control of me. But somehow, I remained cool. 
Confident. Calm. It was a rare moment in my shallow sex 
life. I'd never gone beyond 'second base'. That is, 
local second base, which is hands under the shirt.

Slowly, I stepped towards her and pressed her body 
close to mine, feeling the drops of moisture from the 
shower invade my own clothing. I ran my hands from her 
face, down along her neck, over her shoulders, and then 
down her back, and onto her ass. I grabbed each cheek 
with my hands, and pulled upward. Jess seemed to know 
what I was thinking and jumped up, wrapping her legs 
around my waist, her breasts now closer to my eyes. I 
looked up, though, at her face. Into her eyes. I saw 
love there, as well as lust. Moreover, I saw my future, 
and knew it included her.

Gently, I moved to the bed where I kneeled on it, 
kissing her once again. Then, I released my grasp on 
her while she held on tight as I set her back upon the 
bed. She untangled her legs and left them on either 
side of my own, her feet occasionally finding mine and 
rubbing them, as I continued to kneel over her, kissing 
her, and caressing the soft, supple skin of her arms up 
and down. I could feel the goose bumps emerge at the 
tender, almost ticklish touch. Our kiss was broken as 
she began to laugh, and I joined in. I then bent 
upwards so I was now looming over her, and pulled my 
shirt up over my head. Unlike normal, I didn't bother 
to fix my hair after tossing the sweater aside.

As I bent down to kiss her again, I felt her cool hands 
run across my chest. It was a slow, rhythmic motion, 
with little pattern, but it felt good. We continued to 
kiss, and as my knees began to weaken, I lowered my 
still clothes lower half against he flesh. My cock was 
hard once again and was tenting my jeans, and I could 
feel her grinding against me. After a few more minutes 
of kissing, I broke from our embrace of limbs and lips, 
and stepped off the bed. Jess lay there, watching, as I 
removed my belt, and unzipped the fly of my jeans. I 
then pulled them down, leaving only my boxers. As I 
moved my hand to the waistband, she stopped me.

"No, wait... let me." She said, as she stood up and 
moved to me. There, she kissed me once more. She then 
kissed down along my neck, along my chest, my stomach, 
and then kneeled before me and drew down the shorts as 
my raging hard-on sprang out. It was a good size,; 7.5 
inches long, and circumcised. She kissed around it in a 
circle, and then touched it gently with her nimble 
fingers. Her touch made my hotter than ever. This was 
the most intimate thing I had ever experienced in my 
life. I groaned with pleasure as I closed my eyes and 
cocked my head back.

I then felt the warm, wet feeling of her tongue on my 
member, as she licked gently at the head in a clock-
wise motion. She then continued in a counter clockwise 
motion. I was in bliss, unable to speak. She then took 
the head within her mouth, sucking on it, but not too 
strong. I felt her hands cup my balls, and fondle them 
ever so gently to my gratitude. I then felt her slowly 
start moving in, and out, back and forth along my rod, 
a light amount of suction being applied. It felt like 
being jacked off times ten. After a few minutes of 
this, I could feel I was about to cum, and she slowed. 
She then drew out to the tip and bit down gently just 
beyond the rim of the head, and licked the head 
furiously. Another second and I would have exploded, 
but she stopped and stood up.

We kissed again, and I could taste the salty taste of 
semen on her lips and tongue. It didn't matter, though. 

I then whispered to her, "Your turn." I said, as I 
guided her to the bed. I placed her down on her back, 
leaving her legs hanging over the edge. Kneeling down, 
I gently took her foot and began to massage it, 
tenderly. I worked my way up her calves, to her knees, 
and stopped and began on her left foot. When I reached 
her knee this time, though, I use one hand on each legs 
and worked my way slowly upwards, along the outside of 
her thighs, down the back along her firm ass and the 
back of her thigh's, and then finally up the inside of 
her thighs. 

I stopped, resting my hands on her slit. I could feel 
the early trickles of wetness on my palms, as I slowly 
began to caress her tender lips with my hands. After a 
few, smooth, gentle strokes with my palms, I cut back 
to my fingers and began to trace around her opening, 
slowly in ovals, moving closer, and closer, and closer 
with each, delicate, stroke.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes closed, and her 
head back. Her right hand way fondling one of her own 
breasts as I used three fingers from each hand to part 
the delicate flesh. I then moved my head down slowly, 
and drew my tongue over her once, slowly, 
painstakingly, as she gasped with pleasure as I found 
the sweet nub that was the center of pleasure for her. 

Being sure not to pay attention to just one area, I 
planted soft kisses along her entire pelvic area. I 
then traced a heart with my finger around her sweet 
pussy, and began to kiss the supple flesh of her inner 
thighs, as I continued to run my hands across her body. 
Up the sides of her thighs, down the back, massaging 
her ass and then up again across her now increasingly 
wet spot. I moved in once again, kissing and gently 
licking the area, up and down with slow, even strokes. 

I took my time there, and when I noticed her arching 
her back, I began to move upward upon her body once 
again. It wasn't a sudden stop, but as she had done 
with me, it prevented a full-out orgasm for the time 
being. I think we both knew we wanted to climax 
together.

I kissed my way slowly up her stomach until my face was 
between her breasts. I ran my hands up from her sides, 
sending a shiver throughout her body. I molded my hands 
to her firm, supple breasts, as I tenderly kissed 
around them. The room was still quite cold, and I cold 
notice the hint of sgoose bumps across her flesh, but 
our own body heat combined with our desire and lust 
seemed to heat the room up enough. 

I gingerly ran my hands across her nipples, sending 
waves of pleasure throughout her. I then used my middle 
fingers on each of her nipples and formed fast moving, 
gentle circles around her nipples. Feeling her tense, 
and hearing her groan, I smiled as I moved up farther, 
kissing up along her collarbone and her neck. Her chin, 
and then once against her lips.

As I kissed her on the cheek and gently bit her ear 
lobe, I felt her hands draw across my back and onto my 
ass. She then moved to my ear.

"Fuck me." She said. "Please, fuck me," she said, as if 
she had to actually beg for me to do so. Kissing my way 
back, I bent upward, still kneeling on the bed. Her 
legs where spread wide as I guided my steel-hard cock 
to the gates of heaven. She moaned as the tip of my 
member first touched her pussy. I then slowly guided 
myself inward, as if parking a car into a tight, slow, 
dark, wet parking space. Once I was inside of her, I 
leaned downward and kissed her breasts again as I 
slowly drew outward, being sure not to withdrawal 
totally.

She then put her arms around my neck, and hers legs 
around my waist. As I kissed her lips once again, I 
stood up, grabbing onto her ass to support her. 
Stumbling, I fell back against the wall as she began to 
buck her hips wildly. I moved with her motions as well, 
as I turned around, putting her back to the wall. We 
pounded each other, hard, slamming against the wall 
with each quick thrust. We both groaned, and moaned, as 
we pleasured one another.

"Auuhh! Auuuuuuhhhhhh! Oh, yeah!" she panted, as I 
continued to fuck her, relentless. I could feel my lips 
curl as a low, primal growl escaped my lips. He then 
began to grunt with every thrust, like an animal. It 
was so wild, so barbaric, and so enjoyable. I didn't 
even need to concentrate on the motions, we where so 
fluid together. She began to scream, and soon so did I. 
After a few minutes of this, I felt the pressure 
return. Without warning, I released my load, letting it 
flow into her. I struggled to stay standing, to 
continue fucking as the explosion of pleasure ripped 
across my body.

Falling back, I hit the bed as Jess continued to ride 
me. She was now the 'cowboy', and I her 'fucking 
bronco'. After another few seconds, I felt her slow and 
arch her back, screaming in segments as she did as she 
climaxed as well.

After a few seconds, she collapsed on top of me, our 
sweaty but cold flesh meeting. I felt her damp hair 
cascade across my face, and brushed it away. We where 
both unable to breath, unable to speak, and simply 
content as we where. After a minute or two she climbed 
off of me and fell down next too me. We both stared up 
at the ceiling for what seemed like an eternity. 

After a little while, as we snuggled together, our 
naked bodies pressed together once again, though this 
time in love only, and no longer lust, I noted as Jess 
began to breath heavily again, as she had when I had 
first awoken her. As she slept, using my bare chest as 
a pillow, I pulled a cover over us, and shut my eyes as 
well, falling into the deepest, best, most well-earned 
and well-deserved sleep of my entire life.


The End??

S.R.

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