Archive-name: 3plus/koncubin.mf

Archive-author: K.J. Rice

Archive-title: Koncubine Kevin - Part 1 and 2





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This is the first and second part of a three part series that

consists of my first posting.  I would appreciate ANY criticisms,

good or bad, sent to 2frssprout@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu.  This work is

declared copyrighted 1992 by K. J. Rice, Lawrence, Kansas.  It

may be copied freely as long as no textual changes are made. 

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     Kevin walked through the door and put down his backpack on

the kitchen table, wondering if this particular monday could

possibly get worse.  Two hour and a half tests in a row!  His

hand was achy from writing, and waiting 20 minutes in a cold

windy drizzle for his bus didn't help.

     "Why is it," he mused as he collapsed into his easy chair,

"that when I'm on campus, I can't wait to get home, but when I'm

home I'm bored stiff?"  There was no answer, only emptiness from

his 2 bedroom apartment.  His sort-of-roommate, Carolyn, was

still in class.  

     The arrangement between them had started about seven months

ago.  Kevin had bumped into Carol, a high school acquaintence, in

the union; she mentioned that she was living with her parents in

a nearby city and commuting the 40 miles a day to classes.  After

a couple of weeks, Kevin convinced a very shy Carol into renting

his living room hide-a-bed for a small fee instead of commuting. 

     Eventually, they started dating.  She found a different

person in Kevin than she had known in high school.  Kevin

actually cared about her!  He also knew (somehow) when she needed

him; when to go away; or when just to sit nearby waiting for her

to let out what she needed.  Carol was drawn to him.

     With their relationship, Carol bloomed.  She had been a very

introverted and lost soul as little as a year ago, but breaking

away from an overprotective set of parents made a world of

difference.  She discovered that far more joyful, freewilled,

bouncy self that she had inside.  She had been afraid, for one

reason or another, of lots of things.  No more did these

irrelevancies hold her back.  But, her change wasn't only leaving

home; a lot came from hanging out with Kevin's close circle of

friends.

     Kevin had a discerning eye about people.  There's no

explaining how, he was just that way.  He seemed to be able to

accurately gauge a person's intelligence, even their integrity

very quickly upon meeting them.  This sense about people led him

to choose friends that made for an eclectic group, but a close

knit one.  Each was creative and brilliant in their own way, but

together (to sometimes some rather strange ends) they fed on one

another.  "How many atoms are there in the Universe?" (10^66),

"How do you pick up a dead person?" (the quest produced several

policemen who didn't know or wouldn't tell), and really bad

poetry about dead animals (let's not describe the horror of it

all) were three a multitude of topics they happened upon. 

     One and all accepted Carol easily; they sensed her

specialness just as Kevin had.  She, in turn, grew outward toward

them, and to the world, getting involved in activities on campus

almost full-time.  But, their relationship suffered.  Carol was

making up for the years her head had been in a novel instead of

standing up and taking sides.  Basically, she outgrew Kevin.

     This was something which they both mourned, but knew it was

unchangable.  They no longer fit as they once had, curve against

curve, mind to mind.  Kevin was one more thing in her complicated

life, one too many activities in a crowded world of changing

priorities.  They fell apart, finding other reasons, but that was

the real one.  They still loved one other, but it was somehow

different.

     Now, a month since the breakup, they still saw each other,

but increasingly only as roommates.  The end was nigh.  Kevin's

empty apartment mirrored the emptiness in his heart. 

     Kevin broke from his reflections.  His head felt like that

Far Side cartoon where the guy says, "Teach, can I be excused? 

My brain is full!"  Walking to the bathroom, he took two aspirin,

and stepped into a hot, relaxing shower.  

     Dinner was quick and painless, a can of Chef-Boy-Ardee

Spagetti-O's.  "Some nutrition," he thought, "I wonder how many

food groups I get from this.." (the answer:  one, Preservatives. 

The others, Sugar, Caffine, and Alcohol, aren't in spagetti-

o's.).  

     After dinner, two wine coolers, and a dumb sitcom or two,

Kevin found himself flipping blindly around the channels.  He

settled on some dumb teen flick on USA.  The problem was, the 

movie was all cut up.  They had removed all the really good T&A

nudity.  He got really frustrated.  "What is the point of a

shower scene where you can't see anybody's tits???"  

     Kevin decided to sate himself, and got up and stuck a porno

in the vcr.  He stripped down and played lightly with himself

while he watched.  He hadn't gotten very far, when all of a

sudden, the door opened, closed, and in walked Carol, back from

her student council meeting.

     "Uh... oops!  Sorry!" She said, taking in the scene. "Didn't

mean to interrupt."

     "...Ummm... S'allright." Kevin said, sitting up and leaning

forward in his chair.  He hoped his nakedness was at least

partially hidden.  The coolers had relaxed him; he hadn't thought

of her walking in.

     As the tape kept on playing, Carol walked in further and

dropped her backpack and coat.  She stared at the screen's

decidedly erotic images.  She walked slowly over and sat on the

overstuffed couch next to Kevin, watching the action.  "This is

one I haven't seen before..." she mumbled.

     Kevin just kept looking at the screen, not sure what to do,

ignore Carol or what.  After a time, Carol sat back, and reached

out as she had done so many times before, and scratched Kevin's

back.  

     "Hhhmmmm," Kevin signed, "That's nice."

     "Been a long day?"  Carol asked absently, still watching the

figures on the screen.

     "Way too long, but getting better." said Kevin.

     "Uh, yeah, I see that..."  Carol said.  She had noticed the

empty coolers on the table, but was really getting into the

action on the screen, before a scene change distracted her.  More

than just being into it, she was actually getting hot at watching

all this.  She decided to relieve some tension.  Leaning in close

to him, Carol put an arm around Kevin, and slowly reached her

other hand over his chest, running her fingers though the tuft of

the black hair there.  Pausing to run her fingers lightly around

his nipples, she ran her hand slowly down his front and took full

hold of Kevin's ramrod-straight cock.  

     Kevin turned to her and their lips met, while she gently

stroked him.  They kissed searchingly, with a hesitant passion,

taking their time in the closeness of it.  Carol broke it,

pulling away her face, pushing him backwards as she enticingly

licked her way down his torso, until she reached his cock. 

There, she paused slightly to lick up and savor a drop of pre-cum

at the tip.  She loved his taste, his smell; his hardness; deep

within her a stirring, warm feeling was taking shape.

     Carol knew how to handle him well; she drew her lips inward

over her teeth, then relaxed her jaw and took all, or nearly all,

of him in her mouth.  She loved to hold him this way, rubbing

this way and that, feeling him respond to her touch.  

     "OOooooooooohhhhhh," moaned Kevin, feeling the warmth of her

lips engulf him, all of him.  He leaned back, then reached over

slowly and pulled up on Carol's blouse.  As she continued to

suck, he unbuttoned her shirt, taking it off slowly, then removed

her bra, skirt, and underwear.  She shifted to shrug these

clothes off, never breaking contact.  Finally, they were both

naked.  Kevin pulled her off of him, and up to his face, kissing

her hard.  They fell back sideways on the couch together, with

Carol kneeling over him.

     Carol broke the kiss, shifting higher and dangling a breast

over his eager mouth.  Kevin played with a nipple, first sucking

it then flicking it, while reaching down with his right hand

between her legs.  She was already wet, Kevin felt, as he ran a

finger up and down Carol's inner lips.  He spread around her

juices, toying lightly with that little knob of a clit that was

just getting hard under his light caresses.  Finally, Carol had

enough, and moaned, "I want you inside me Now!" 

     Kevin broke off with his fingers and mouth, pushing himself

up from the sofa and guiding her to lie face down on it.  This

was their favorite position, him on top and behind.

     Carol arched her back and ached for the contact.  Kevin lay

on top of her, and reached under, but he was too slow.  Carol had

already reached between her legs and was guiding him, pulling him

into her.  Kevin entered, gasping and heard her half-laugh, half-

moan in a convulsion of joy at the feel of skin against skin, the

delicious friction of hard cock and ready vagina.

      They slowly pumped against one another, holding hands at

their sides, slowly but surely getting higher and higher.  Kevin,

sensing that Carol was near, reached down with his hand,

spreading her so that her clit was under his middle finger,

rubbing in a slow-up down motion that he knew drove her mad.  

     For Carol, this was it.  Bucking, she grabbing hold of his

butt behind her, pulling him into her.  "AAAAAAHHH!!!!", she

cried out, screaming into the cushion in that agony/ecstasy of

release.  Multiple waves washed over her, and Kevin felt each one

as her inner muscles squeezed his penis, bringing him to the

point that he could no longer concentrate on her clit (or

anything else).  The feeling spread through him like burning

flame, filling his mind.  He bucked hard, throwing himself into

her, holding her tight now with both hands as he exploded into

her, filling her with spurt after hot spurt, thrusting home again

and again until he could move no more.

     They lay there a while before he slowly, achingly, slipped

out of her.  Kevin rolled over and off, to give her air, but

missed and fell off the couch and onto the floor with thud. 

Carol laughed and draped an arm over, playing with his hair as he

contemplated the ceiling with a huge smile on his face.  She got

up and let herself down beside him, an arm over his chest.  They

snuggled for a while.

     After a while, the carpet got scratchy, so Kevin picked up

Carol tenderly and carried her to his bed in the other room,

where they both crawled under crisp sheets.  They knew they were

probably sleeping together for the last time, but even so, the

feeling of each other's warm embrace was comforting.  Sleep came

easily, but mostly, Life was Good.



-- 

Koncubine Kevin 2



     "Spring is here," Kevin thought, as he got off the bus and

walked back to his apartment, "too bad there's no one to share it

with..."  Walking in, Kevin spotted two messages on the machine.

"Great," he sighed, "somebody loves me!"

     The first was nothing, a request for class notes from a

gorgeous but unreachable girl he knew who had missed Friday's

class.  The second, however, was something he had been waiting

anxiously for, finally bearing fruit. 

     For Kevin, last saturday night had been slow.  Really slow. 

No date, but this wasn't any big surprise, since the breakup he

hadn't really felt like going out much.  But Saturday he had felt

like it, and "the group" seemed to be all busy.  He didn't even

have anyone to go out to a movie with.

     In his fit of angst-cum-loneliness, he had done something

almost totally out of character.  What he had done that Saturday

night was almost embarrassing, but the message on the machine

today almost made him gleeful, despite the former pall of 

lonlieness.

     This mood had brought a strange inspiration.  He wanted a

date, what to do about finding someone?  Then, just before taking

some videos back, it hit him.  ADVERTISE!

     So, he wrote a ad:



     "WANTED:  CONCUBINE of beauteous visage and formidable

     intelligence for romantic tryst of epic proportions. 

     Call...."



     The concubine part was just an attention getter, but a good

one, he thought.  His phone number and name were on tear off tabs

at the bottom.  Sticking it up on the bulletin board just inside

the local video store was almost embarassing, but he overcame the

thoughts that everyone was staring at him and put it up anyway. 

     Now, it didn't seem so strange or embarassing.  Some girl

had responded!  They hadn't left a name, just they would call

again that night at 10.  

     Time passed slowly that evening.  Finally, 10 pm rolled

around.  What was she going to be like?  

     Ring.  Ring.  Kevin didn't want to answer on the first ring;

that might seem... desperate.  "Hello?"

     "Uh, hi, this is Jen.  I called earlier?"

     "Yeah, uh, Jen, I got your message."  Kevin tried to sound

normal, whatever that was.  As if a normal person would be doing

this.

     "Uh, in your ad... what do you mean by concubine?" 

     "Well... I wasn't talking about money.  That would be

prostitution.  I just thought maybe the woman of my dreams might

be, uh, around."

     "So, you think dreams answer ads?" Jen said, playfully.

     "I don't know...Are you a dream?"  Kevin didn't know what to

think.  This girl was being cagey.  He wanted to play a little,

too, so he settled back a little.     

     "I don't know,"  Jen said, "that depends who you talk to."

She started on a new track, trying to throw him off.  "So... How

do you feel about a menage' trois?"  Giggling burst out around

Jen's voice; her housemates were telling her to say more obscene

things, but she didn't want to spoil things.  She just wanted to

see how he reacted to an off the wall question.

     Kevin briefly thought about hanging up when he heard the

giggling, figuring this couldn't be a serious call, but he

answered anyway.  "Uh, I... I always thought one woman was more

than enough for me, but, well... I've never tried it."

     Jen knew he passed.  That kind of hedging answer meant a

lot.  Kevin was obviously a little shy with strangers, and she

liked his answers.  Not to mention being quick to come up with

that response so fast.  Jen led him on some more, continuing, "I

live in a house with six girls... and I just wondered."  She

didn't elaborate further - enough was implied by that tone, never

mind it was all a game.

     Kevin thought this was a little strange, but went on. "So,

you want to..."  Kevin faltered.  What to say?  He tried the old

standby, "How about lunch?"

     They talked a little more, and concluded by arranging lunch

for near the end of the week, in the Union, a public place so as

to minimize risk.  

     As Kevin hung up the phone, he pictured what this Jen looked

like.  Five foot two, she had said.  "Hmmm," he imagined what

kind of a body was attached to that voice...

     The quasi-blind lunch date that Kevin had set up a few days

arrived in due course.  He showed up with a rose and a small box

of Russell-Stover's candies, figuring that some quasi-romantic

unexpected act might earn him a receptive mood.  He was right.

     Jen showed up just a little late, that feminine kind of late

that likens itself to feline independence.  She was about 5'2",

medium build, and that kind of body that looks like it never

considers watching calories.  Her shoulder length blonde hair

blew a little in the too-cool breeze. 

     "Wow!" Kevin thought to himself.  He hesitated, then handed

over the rose.  "Pleased to meet you, I'm Kevin.  I trust you're

Jan?"

     "Manners!" Jen thought, deciding that his slightly self-

conscious bearing meant he was as shy as she thought he was.

     She answered, "Thank you.  Yes, I'm Jan."  She accepted his

flower and candy.  As they walked in, she tried to look

indifferently at his body, but there was nothing to be

indifferent about.  He wasn't the most handsome or cute guy

facially, about normal she guessed, but his body just wouldn't

quit. 

     Years of cross-country running in high school and early

college had given Kevin a clean cut, athletic look and tight

buns.  Jan walked slightly behind him and decided she liked what

she saw.  So much, in fact, that as she walked up the stairs

behind him she thought about what they would be like to squeeze

them, picturing it in her mind.

     The lunch went well.  Both Kevin and Jan checked each other

out for the standard weird obsessions, eating patterns and signs

of either obsessive/compulsive or slovenly habits, but to no

avail.  They were two normal people, and despite the two or three

really dumb things they both said, they like each other.  

     As they were leaving, Kevin said, "Whatcha doin' Saturday?"

     Carol knew she was in trouble.  She had promised to visit

relatives this weekend.  "Uh, well, I'm going to visit grandpa

for-the-very-last-time again this weekend..."

     "What?"

     "I go every six months or so to visit, and since he's 92 he

can't live much longer, so every time our family goes, it's going

'for-the-very-last-time'."

     "Oh, I get it."  Kevin was thoroughly confused.  Was this

creative rejection? "So,..." he stuttered.  Was there going to be

a second time?

     "How about a week from Friday?" She hoped he'd say yes.

     He smiled, "Great.  I'll call you."

     They said goodbye, and went off to classes beaming.

     Friday it was.  Kevin could hardly wait.  Jen could hardly

wait.  They didn't have to.  They bumped into each other the next

day at the lunch counter again.  And the day after.  That whole

week, they ate lunch, and talked, and talked.  

     When Friday night finally rolled around, things were going

well between them.  Kevin drove to Jan's place, hoping that his

car, "Puff" (the tragic wagon), didn't bad reviews from the five

roommates.  He needn't have worried.

     Kevin walked up the step, anticipating.  When Jen answered

the door, he could do nothing but gasp.  Jen looked, well,

indescribably delicious.  Edible.  She stood there, taking in his

appreciative stare, and invited him in.  "How do you like my

dress?" 

     Kevin had finally found the use for the line he had heard in

a movie, but which rang true, ever so true.  "I'm sorry, I can't

see it.  All I can see is your eyes..."

     Jen turned some shade of pink and passed it off with some

statement, and though she knew the line was stolen, she also knew

it was heartfelt.  "Glorious day!" she thought.  Her heart sang.

     As they climbed the stairs, Jen described the living

arrangements, "The six of us share four bedrooms upstairs here. 

We've all known each other since early high school, and we're all

pretty friendly."  Kevin wondered how friendly, but said nothing.

     Jen told him to wait in her bedroom for a couple of minutes

while she finished preparations.  Kevin sat on the bed.  He

sniffed.  The room smelled like all girl's rooms, somewhere

between potpourri and perfume.  He glanced around past the

flowery comforters and stuffed cats, noting that the door to the

adjoining bathroom was slightly ajar.  He heard music, and since

he had made no sound himself since coming in, he got up and moved

stealthily to the head of the bed to get a better view.

     What Kevin saw made his eyes bulge, as well starting other

parts of him doing the same.  Not 10 feet from him, Kevin caught

a nude rear/side view of a gorgeous brunette, standing on one

leg, bending over the other leg, which was propped up on the

sink.  She was leaning over - and could not see him.  Most of her

torso was visible, including her wonderfully dangling C cup

breasts, which were jostling and bumping a little to the tune of

a nearby radio. 

     Just then he figured it out.  She was painting her toenails.

     Kevin was just about to shift to get a better view of her

beaver when he heard steps in the hall.  Moving quickly to the

end of the bed, he sat down well away from the door and tried to

look innocently at the wall posters.  

     Jan came in the bedroom.  She called to the bathroom door,

"Hilary, I'm going now."

     Kevin turned a little, looking toward the door, as it opened

and Hilary walked out, a towel around her head, staring intently

at her (newly painted) feet.  The view Kevin got astounded him. 

Facing him, splendidly nude, from the middle of the floor, was

that unreachable girl he had given notes to a week ago.  She had

seemed so aloof then, so seemingly into image and surface that he

didn't think of her as realistically approachable.  Well, here

was the time.

     Kevin tried the calm approach.  "Uh, excuse me..."  After

taking a good eyeful, he played at shielding his eyes.  It didn't

matter.  The afterimage was intense.

     Hilary looked at him, then looked at Jan and grabbed her

towel off her head to cover her front.  Smiling roughly, she

backed back into the bathroom, only to reappear a couple of

seconds later.  "Sorry, I didn't know you had guests..."  This

time she was wearing a knit robe that covered her but hid none of

her wonderful curves from Kevin's appreciative eyes.

     "It's okay, I'm really not shy..."  She laughed a little,

nervously, and Kevin stood and shook her outstretched hand. 

     After exchanging a light banter about the evening to come,

they parted company.  

     The evening was cool, and Kevin walked Jan to his car with

an arm over her shoulder.  Kevin had kissed Jan only twice, after

their lunch the last two times.  He took a chance again, on

reaching the car, by stopping Jan and embracing her fully.  Jan

felt his hug and hugged back, in the back of her mind wanting

nothing more than all of him, right there.  The muscles she felt

in his arms were firm and touchable, and the already-grown bulge

she felt against her abdomen when the pressed together meant he

felt the same for her.

     They held each other for a minute.  He pulled away a little,

looking...*into* her.  Their eyes had connected, deeply.  The

spark flew through both of them, electric, high tension power. 

Kevin shuddered.  Jan, too, felt the willies chasing through her

stomach, making her heart flutter.  They leaned together, slowly,

tentatively... and, with glorious tenderness, he kissed her. 

Softly, at first, then firmly, a meaningful kiss, a pressing

together that says something; a promise of things to come.

     Breaking that kiss was hard.

     The evening went as Kevin had planned.  Dinner was the

typical mixture of personal histories, politics, and (best of

all) crisp sexual innuendoes.  Jan took off her shoes and rubbed

her feet along his calf under the table.  Kevin wanted to do the

same, but he cursed the laces that would make it too obvious an

exercise.  

     Jan made up for his lack by rubbing with both her feet.  The

talk turned openly to sex, but too soon, the dinner was over and

they felt the need to go somewhere.  But where?

     They settled on going back to her place.  Lacking anywhere

else, they went.  Grabbing some wine coolers, they lay on the

couch in front of the T.V. and watched, holding each other.  

     He pulled her close.  The set went on in the background.  It

was some Cinemax movie about a hot tub repairman, and plenty of

tits and ass, as one would expect from a movie of this type.     

     Kevin felt her all over with his hands.  He smelled her

perfume on her neck as he kissed her and rubbed his nose on her

ear.  An inspiration hit him.  He placed his whole mouth over her

ear and slowly exhaled.  The effect was too much for Jan.  She

giggled, groaned, and squirmed all at once, grinding her hips

into his, wiggling her body into his embrace.  

     Jan felt that breath take her over.  They both were feeling

the urge now, feeling it put direction into their hands, their

thoughts.  "This is the night that dreams are made of," Jan

thought, "and it's happening to ME!"

     Soon a blouse was off, and a tie, and a shirt.  But Jan

knew, they'd better move it or things might get messy.  Of

course, Jan also knew some things that Kevin didn't.

     The first thing was that at midnight, Hilary was coming

back, and would go to bed quickly after returning.  More to the

point, Hilary and Jan shared a queen-sized bed.  It was a tight

fit in that house.  

     It had first started out quite innocently, but they had

found each other to be very adequate company, sexually, which was

something neither expected.  They both considered themselves

primarily hetero, so the "marriage" was of mostly of convenience. 

That isn't to say that desire wasn't involved there, too...

     Hilary and Jan knew their affair had to end, but as a last

fling before they changed sleeping arrangements, they decided to

try and see how things would work with a third before moving out. 

Kevin was the perfect choice.  Hilary, who knew him from class,

had seen him post the ad that night, and got Jan into the act. 

What Hilary hadn't counted on was that Jan and he would mesh so

well, so closely in so short a time.

     Hilary's toenails had been an experiment of both of theirs,

and it worked to a charm.  He was just shy enough to be a safe

partner, and just open enough to try something new.  Perfect. 

     So, however badly Jan wanted him, she knew that she would

have to share starting at midnight.  Midnight.  A full hour away!

"Just enough time..." she thought.

     Jan slowed things down just enough to mention that they were

better off going upstairs, so they picked up quickly and headed

up.  Kevin watched Jan walk up ahead of him, carrying her shoes,

blouse, and bra.  He stared at her shapely ass, then reached up

and traced a line up her leg as she ascended, whispering in an

gravelly voice, "Aye, matey, dar's treasure een dem thar

hills..."  Jan laughed, and sped up, running to the doorway and

stopping.

     Kevin came up to her and slowly picked her up, carrying her

to the bed.  He helped the skirt and hose off, while she ran her

palm down the crest that had formed in the front of his pants. 

She opened his pants, pulling them off, then pulled out and down

to free that gorgeous hunk of meat now standing straight out

aching for attention.  

     Jan provided that attention.  Her hands, well practiced from

a long-term previous boyfriend, gripped him and held him while

she leaned down and licked his length.  She went upwards, this

time taking him in, with lips sucking, a furious tongue

rubbing hard on the underside of his penis.  He felt that grip

with his whole body, it was too much.  His knees bent and he

groaned with the pleasure of it.  She took this as a sign to

lighten up a bit.

     Kevin felt the pressure ease, and then the absence of the

warm engulfment of her mouth around him.  He looked down.  She

had pulled away and was moving scooting back on her bed.  He just

stood there, looking.

     "E-gads," he said, in awe.  She could barely hear him. "How

on Earth did something so beautiful happen to end up with me?"

     She couldn't believe her ears.  Was this ultra-cute guy

really that hot after her?  

     Kevin gave her reason to believe him.  He knew he must have

her feel in return something of the wonderful nature of what he

had felt at her lips.  Carefully, he crawled up the bed, pressing

his body to hers as he slid, he brought himself face to face with

that wondrous pair of breasts.  While he held both of them cupped

and squeezed, he put his lips to the right one first, licking

with the flat of his tongue and feeling her nipples rise to the

occasion.  Flicking this way and that, he teased them for a

minute or two, sensing the effect was just what he wanted.  She

squirmed a little, pushing his head into her chest.

     After a while, Kevin decided to move to a more sensitive

area.  Slowly, he worked his way down her body, pressing his nose

and face into her body along the way, hard here, almost tickling

there.  

     When he reached her thighs, he started up again.  All the

time his hands had been kneading her breasts and the rest of her

body, pressing and caressing.  His nose traced a line up her

inner thigh, until finally he nosed into heaven.

     She smelled wonderful.  He nodded downward, then up,

bringing his nose lightly along, just barely touching her outer

lips and pubic hair.  Then, down again, and up, pressing slightly

harder this time, and again, when his nose dipped inside, between

her lips, then up, rubbing her clit at the same time his tongue

made its first foray.  

     Jan felt him, every inch, every step of the way, sweating

each move and anticipating, aching for that triumphant contact

with her clit.  When it came, she let out a long, slow, guttural

moan, feeling the surge of warmth through her body.

     His tongue was on her thighs again, working its way up,

closer and closer.  Then, again, she felt him, what part of him

she didn't know, on her lips and around them, up the sides and

between, around and around, closer and closer, until at last his

warm flat tongue grabbed her clit and rubbed up slowly.  Ecstacy. 

Jan shuddered, getting closer with each passing lick, up, and up,

until there was no world anymore, no room, nothing but pressure

and that rubbing.  His tongue, his tongue, all she could feel was

that delicious all-consuming... She moaned.  She screamed.  She

didn't know what she was sounding like, she didn't care.  She

came!  Gripping his head, holding it close, her legs closing

around his head and squeezing it.  Her back arched, and Kevin

looked up to see that face, twisted in primordial happiness, and

knew that he had brought her that rarest of pleasures, the

scrapeya-off-the-ceiling-type orgasm.

     There is power in bringing that kind of pleasure.  Wonderful

power, that made Kevin feel like saving the world in a minute. 

He held his face still where it was as she slowly relaxed.  He

couldn't move anyway; her legs had crunched his head, holding it

immobile pressed into her.  He couldn't breathe, but didn't fight

it and she let him go soon enough.      

     Kevin breathed, and then blew slowly as one would blow out a

candle, knowing that the cool air would provide a contrast for

what he was about to do.

     Now, as she relaxed, he made contact again with the flat of

his tongue, hard this time and quick, giving just one more lick

up her inner lips, up, up, and over an engorged clitoris,

flicking it lightly as he passed.  She jumped as if hit by

lightning and gasped.  Now, he was done.  That last was a

reminder to bring her mind into focus.

     Now, he could feel her relax, really relax.  He raised

himself up and crawled up to her, laying by her side, holding

her, waiting for her rush to diffuse into rosy gosh-ain't-the-

world-grand-ness.  It did, eventually.

     Kevin hadn't even come yet, but he felt good.  Really good,

the kind of good that only comes from times like these.  

     She was jelly.  Kevin held her, looking down her body and

loving every curve he could see, and loving to imagine the ones

his vantage point wouldn't let him see.  

     Jan felt his closeness, the bond that had formed.  She

didn't need to look.  She could barely think, only feel.  Firm

muscles near, holding yet not restraining.  Warm skin, kinda

sweaty but who cares.  Cool air drifted by in a draft, just the

right amount.  This was Heaven, and she was in good company.



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