Archive-name: SpecMome/garage.txt

Archive-author: James Charles Lynn

Archive-title: Garage





   The stars twinkled down from a crystal sky. The moon was just a

sliver, illuminating nothing but making the shadows seem deeper.

Four cars sat silent in the driveway. The windows of the house were

dark. A hush had fallen over the scene.

   It was not long before the silence was broken by the whish-whish

of footsteps moving through the tall grass. Two shadows broke apart

from the others and moved to the side door of the garage. The

taller of the two fumbled in his pockets for something. There was

the jingle of keys and the door obediently swung open. The shadows

dissappeared within.



   James flicked on the lights, blinding them both for a second.

When Theresa could see again she surveyed the scene. "So, this is

it?"

   "Yep." James said. "Be it ever so humble--and they don't come

much more humble than this."

   The interior of the garage appeared to be a cross between a

bedroom and a storage shed. Tools hung on the wall. By the door was

a rather uncomfortable looking low bed with a bicycle parked next

to it. Theresa noticed one of the tires was flat and smiled. No

wonder he went into shock when it blew!

   At the other end of the garage stood a computer desk complete

with mandatory computer and plenty of other stuff stacked on the

shelves. Beside the computer stand was a large stack of white

boxes. She could see comic book covers through the oval slits on

the side. The rest of the room was hard to describe. Various pieces

of furniture were stacked along the wall, and every horizontal

surface had something stacked on it. So much was stuffed into such

a small space that there was barely room to swing a cat.

Fortunately there were no cats available anyway. Against the

opposite wall a large standup freezer hummed contentedely to

itself.

   Finally she said, "This isn't bad. It's a roof over your head."

She looked up and saw something strange. A mason jar strung from a

hook overhead with a cord running from it, nailed across the

ceiling to a light socket with a plug in it. "What is that?"

   "Oh, you'll like this..." James reached up and plugged in the

cord. Immediately the little jar lit up with colored points of

light. Theresa gasped a little, in spite of herself. It was

beautiful. Then James reached out and unscrewed the other ceiling

lights just enough to put them out. The little jar cast a pale,

subdued glow about the room, like a tiny galaxy all alone. Deep,

mellow shadows surrounded them, making the room more cozy and warm.

   "That's beautiful." She said quietly.

   "Nothing special, just some christmas lights I stuffed in there.

Works really well, I think." He moved behind her and placed his

hands on her shoulders, gently massaging them and admiring the way

the light brought out the highlights in her beautiful long brown

hair. Theresa closed her eyes and smiled as a sigh escaped her.

"That's nice."

   After a long moment James stopped, rummaging through a sack on

the table. He pulled out a small plastic bottle. "I have to go get

this heated up first. You could, um, get undressed while I do

that." He pulled a towel from the dresser. "Is this fine?"

   "Perfectly fine." Theresa said, accepting the towel. "You go

ahead and do that. I'll be waiting..."

   "Okay." James said, a little nervousness in his voice. He closed

the door quietly behind him and a moment later she heard the back

porch door open and close.

   Silly boy. What was he worried about? Theresa was surprised to

find her heart was beating a little faster than usual. She sat down

on the bed, testing it. Three inches of foam over a solid wood

platform with a comforter on top. About as uncomfortable as it

looked. Probably about right softness for a massage table, except

it was too big and too low. Oh, well, James said it would work

fine. She trusted his judgement.

   In the dim multicolored light she quietly undressed. Standing

nude in the middle of a man's bedroom she felt a little vulnerable

and shivered, gooseflesh running down her arms and legs. Not

worried, though. She felt she knew James well enough to trust him.

But one could not be 100% sure until the moment of truth. Well,

guess what time it was?

   She shrugged off her concerns and laid down on the bed on her

stomach. She positioned the towel over her back so it covered her

from mid-thigh to her shoulderblades. Then she folded her arms and

rested her head on them, waiting patiently.



   James returned several minutes later, bearing a large plastic

bowl of steaming water in which the little bottle floated. He saw

Theresa laying there on the bed, her skin given a lovely golden

sheen by the mood light. His heart rate suddenly tripled as his

mouth went dry. Jeez, get ahold of yourself, man! he scolded

himself. Be cool. He set the bowl down quietly on the table. "Hi."

   "Mmmm." Theresa replied, enjoying the peace of the moment. James

pulled off his shirt, asking her if she minded. "Mmmm-mm." she

replied distantly, vaguely wondering why he had to ask so many

questions. It was distracting.

   James worked his fingers a little to loosen them up. Not that he

really needed to, but he did need to regain some of his composure.

Having a beautiful young woman laying all but naked on his bed was

a little unsettling. No matter, he would act professionally!

   After a moment he felt more assured. He fished the bottle out of

the bowl and pulled the edge of Theresa's towel down to the middle

of her back. He squirted some of the massage oil on his hands and

rubbed them together. Then he placed both hands on Theresa's

shoulders just on either side of the neck and went to work.

   This was not Theresa's first massage by any means, and she could

tell that James hadn't had much practice. He used too much or too

little pressure, but not enough to hurt or tickle. It was just

uneven. Then she realized that while he wasn't experienced he was

indeed talented and fingers instinctively sought out the tension in

her muscles and worked them slowly out. It wasn't long before she

felt like purring as his strong fingers slowly worked over her back

muscles. Moving downward, downward...

   James was out of shape. By the time he reached the small of her

back his fingers were aching. No problem. He oiled his hands again

and gently placed the heels of his palms side by side along her

spine. He slowly ran them up her back, putting a little weight

behind them. He was rewarded with an "Oooohhh..." from her and did

it again several times.

   The he pulled the edge of the towel back up over her back. The

he swallowed hard and gingerly gripped the lower end of the towel,

raising it up over her back.

   It was a sight worth dying for. Her ass was magnificent, and he

just had to stop a second to admire the smooth lines of her form.

She had great legs, too. Then, embarassed, he quickly reached for

the bottle and oiled his hands some more, hoping she hadn't noticed

the lapse.

   Theresa had noticed the pause and knew exactly what he was

looking at. She blushed a little but she was also flattered. Her

pulse quickened and she felt a warmth begin to spread out within

her, starting out from a spot not too far from where he had been

staring...

   James began working the muscles of her lower back with gentle

strength. His fingers worked down over her hips and around until he

had one beautiful cheek in each hand which he kneaded slowly.

   James wondered how she'd feel if she knew he had a massive

erection. He doubted she'd be surprised.

   Theresa's warmth was quickly fanned into a flame by his gentle

ministrations, though he didn't know it. Where he was touching and

how he did it was incredibly erotic, and she hoped he'd spend extra

time there.

   He did. It was with regret he moved on down to her upper thighs

and worked one leg at a time with both hands. He moved slowly,

working every square inch with great care. The fire soon cooled but

by no means did it go out. For either of them.

   Finally he laid her other leg down and quietly said, "Okay,

let's turn over."

   A gentleman to the end, he closed his eyes and picked up the

towel. Theresa rolled over and took the towel from him, positioning

it modestly. For a brief second she toyed with the idea of tossing

it aside but better judgement prevailed. For the first time she saw

the dim golden light wash over his bare chest, and saw how thin he

still was, so long after his problems. A brief twinge of pity

tugged at her heart, but it quickly quieted. Thin or not, he was

still not bad looking...

   James opened his eyes to see she was looking at him. He smiled

back as he began to work the muscles over her lower legs. Soon he

was working up to her thighs. He raised the edge of the towel as

high as he could. His eyes were well adjusted to the light and he

couldn't help noticing a few pubic hairs poking from beneath the

edge of the towel. He kept his face bland in case she was watching

him (he didn't want to look) and concentrated on gently knotting

the muscles of her thighs.

   Theresa's eyes were closed as she concentrated on the powerful

sensation of his hands moving slowly up to her crotch. The fire had

returned and she felt her hips moving slightly in rhythm with his

hands. When his hands had moved all the way up one finger

accidently (was it an accident?) brushed between the lips of her

vagina and made direct contact with her clitoris. She shuddered at

the explosion of pleasure from the direct core of her being and he

stopped suddenly. She knew he knew what had happened. Eyes still

closed, she waited to see what he would do next.

   Oh, shit, James thought. It was an accident (wasn't it?) but he

felt he had messed everything up. He felt it was a violation of

trust and for a second he considered calling the whole thing off.

But no, if she didn't say anything then why mess it up? She had

promised to squawk if things got uncomfortable and he didn't doubt

she would. He pulled the hem of the towel down, with more than a

little regret.

   Then he gently worked the muscles of her hand. How tiny it

looked in the palm of his hand! For a brief moment he was flooded

with an emotion that had nothing to do with sex, then he got back

in control. All the trust she had placed in him seemed represented

by her limp hand in his, and he suddenly felt fiercely protective

of her. Oh, knock that shit off! he scolded himself again. He had

no business feeling this way. Put it away and concentrate on the

work at hand.

   He gently kneaded the muscles of her forearm and upper arm, and

then leaned over to work the other one. Finally, he placed his

thumbs on her temples and massaged the muscles there. Then he sat

back, massaging his own aching hands. He needed to build up the

muscles more if he did this often. He hoped he would be doing this

often.



   A long moment of silence stretched between them. Finally Theresa

stirred and sighed. "That was wonderful."

   "I do try." James said, reaching down to gently stroke her arm.

He ran his fingers lightly up to her throat. She tilted her head

back as he traced the line of her jaw. A smile crossed her lips,

small but very, very large in meaning.

   Almost before he knew what he was doing, James leaned down and

kissed her. Their lips met for an endless passionate moment that

ended much too soon. When they parted he saw she was looking up at

him, and he knew she was feeling the same things as he.

   Theresa reached up and caressed his chest. "That was nice. Let's

do it again."

   So he kissed her again, their tongues meeting in an intimate

embrace. This time he didn't break contact, but instead traced his

lips down her jawline to the hollow of her throat. She giggled a

little at the tingling sensation this caused.

   Nor did he stop there. Taking his time he explored the lovely

lines of her collarbone, then moved down with slow, exquisite

deliberation. He moved the hem of the towel down until both her

breasts were left exposed. The nipples stood up stiff and hard. He

took one in his mouth and the other in his hand.

   Theresa gasped and squirmed at the waves of pleasure that swept

over her. He used teeth and tongue gently to bring her to ever

higher plateaus. Her hands roamed over his back, sometimes

clenching and leaving light scratches.

   After a while James stopped. With a contemptuous flick of the

wrist he whipped the towel away. Theresa was startled by the action

but his smile reassured her. With his mouth he travelled down her

belly, pausing a moment at her navel. Then onward again, down to

the dark triangle of her pubic hair. The hair was very soft and he

rubbed his face against if for a minute, wondering what she must

think of that.

   He moved downward a little more, teasing her inner thighs with

little licks and nibbles. With a gentle hand he parted her thighs

and brought his mouth to the very center of her pleasure.

   His tongue flicked out and teased the folds of flesh, then

moving in between them, quickly finding that one very special

spot...

   More waves of pleasure, much more intense than the first,

threatened to overwhelm her senses. Theresa gasped and shuddered,

astonished at the intensity of the feelings. Within moments the

pleasure had advanced to true sexual lust that began to build and

swell. Relentlessly he drove her to the point of orgasm, and with a

jolt she came with more force than she imagine possible, the

pleasure exploding in a trillion fragments of feeling, filling her

entire body with a shudder.

   A long moment her body tensed, muscles hard as iron, then all

tension drained out like water and she collapsed on the bed,

utterly exhausted. James collapsed beside her, holding and stroking

her gently.

   In a breathless voice she said "My God. How did you...?"

   He shrugged. "I'm not really sure, actually. I just go ahead and

do it."

   "You sure did it right." she hugged him close to her, muscles

still shivering from the release. She felt his hardness press

against her stomach, still covered by his jeans. She tugged at his

belt and said, "Considering the intimacy of the moment, aren't

those kind of out of place?"

   Without a word James stripped off his pants and hugged her close

again. The feeling of skin against skin was exquisite. Her breasts

pressed hard against his chest, generating more sexual heat. She

was surprised how fast she was recovering, and how much she wanted

more. She roamed over his ass with her free hand, feeling it's

firmness. He was doing roughly the same thing, she noticed. Then

she reached around and grasped his erection, a little surprised at

its size and hardness. She pressed her hips against his and was

more surprised at the spark of sexual energy that exploded in her.

There was just one little detail that needed taking care of. "So,

where do you keep the, um..."

   "Um's the word." James chuckled, reaching somewhere over her

head and pulling open a drawer. He retrieved a small cellophane

package which he tore open with more than a little difficulty

("Damn high-security bulletproof plastic!"). From the package he

triumphantly extracted a condom. "I knew it was in there!"

   After they stopped their nervous giggling he offered it to her.

"Would you like to do the honors?"

   She gingerly took the condom and placed it over the tip of his

penis, slowly rolling it down along it's rigid length. The pale

rubber stood out against the golden sheen of his skin and it looked

damn funny, producing more giggles. Then they embraced again, until

he rolled over on top of her. Their eyes met, and he once again

thought about how dark and mysterious and beautiful her eyes were.

In a soft voice she said, "Please be gentle."

   "Have I been anything but?" He silenced her fears with a last,

lingering kiss. Then he positioned his penis and slowly, slowly

inserted it. Then he was all the way in and grinding his hips

against hers.

   For Theresa the pleasure returned, faster and more intense than

before. It felt so damn good to have him inside of her, so right!

She never wanted it to end.

   James thrust slowly in and out, propped on one elbow and running

his free hand along her bare side. He felt her moving under him in

time to his movements and her breath was warm on his cheek. It was

a passing moment of great power and beauty. He wished it could last

forever.

   But of course nothing lasts forever. Too soon, it seemed, the

pleasure built in both of them until orgasm was inevitable. They

came together in a fury of gasps and moans, holding each other so

tightly as to almost become one, poised for one brief and glorious

second on a much higher plain than this one before returning to the

real world elated and exhausted.

   Silently they lay together for a long, long time, enjoying the

warmth and closeness and each other's touch. Quietly, Theresa said

"Thank you."

   "Well, thank you too." James whispered, hugging her tightly to

him. Again, the silence. Eventually he spoke. "Theresa?"

   "Yes?" she mumbled, somewhere between waking and sleeping.

   "There's something I been wanting to tell you. I-" he froze.

   "What?" she looked up at him, awake now.

   "I-" he started again, "Um-" he continued, finally he shook his

head and finished lamely, "I guess I must be tired."

   She turned away, dissapointed. "Me too." Maybe later he would be

able to say what he was feeling. Maybe.

   But she did not have much energy left for wondering, and soon

both of them were deeply asleep...



                                   end.



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