Message-ID: <2936eli$9708141008@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MyFrThAl@aol.com Subject: NEW: Mark Aster: Moonlight Again (MF, romance) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970813225810_1084397395@emout16.mail.aol.com> Whew, it's been awhile! Here's Episode 61 of the My Friends the Allens series. As usual, any and all feedback is most welcome, and the rest of the series can be found at "http://users.aol.com/myfrthal/". .. Mark My Friends the Allens -- Moonlight Again by Mark Aster (myfrthal@aol.com) = = = Note: this story contains graphic accounts of sexual relations between consenting adults. If you are a minor, a U.S. Senator, or anyone else whose brain implodes when exposed to such things, stop reading now, and go take a cold shower. = = = I was sitting at the desk in the bedroom, working on something unimportant at the computer. Off in the nursery, Julie's voice finished one last lullabye, soft loving melody moving barely audible through the apartment, fading into silence. Then quiet, just the moonlight coming in through the window, vague street sounds outside. Footsteps, a murmur of female voices. Julie came in and sat down on the edge of the bed by the window, one leg folded under her. "Your children are asleep, m'lud, and their mother is curled up in the big chair in the living room, discussing love and economics with McGee and Meyer." She was wearing just a grey tank top and pale blue panties, and her hair was loose around her shoulders. "John D. MacDonald," I observed sagely. "The Lonely Silver Rain," she agreed. Then she sat there, not saying anything at all, the moonlight from the window throwing her face into shadow. I finished what I was doing, slowly and deliberately, feeling her eyes on me, my heart beating just a little faster as I typed. I hit save, put the computer to sleep, turned away from the screen. "It occurs to me," Julie said, bringing her legs up onto the bed and lying back, "that it's been a really long time since we lay in the moonlight and sort of stared into each other's eyes." In the moonlight her shirt and panties were dim silver, and her skin shone. I sat beside her and looked down at her face. She smiled and lay one small hand on my knee. "Nice eyes," I said. "Thanks." She moistened her lips with her tongue, and arched her back slightly, getting comfortable on the bed. The twin hills of her breasts cast small graceful shadows on her shirt. I took a deep breath, still looking into her face, and the warm clean smell of her floated up to me. I put one hand on her stomach, on the thin fabric over her skin. Her face was serious and relaxed. "How's Law School?" "Nice," she said, "Fun; hard." "Any cute guys?" She smiled again. "Idiot," she said, stroking my thigh through my pants slowly, idly. "Lots." I moved my hand up her body, just below her breasts. "Do you want to --," but her fingers touched my lips, silencing me. "Shhh," she whispered. Her fingertips moved back and forth, just touching my mouth. I kissed them. She pursed her lips, and her fingers stroked my cheek. Her other hand slipped into my lap, gently outlining my penis under my clothes. I stroked her stomach in slow circles, and we looked into each other's eyes. My erection grew and swelled, and I could feel my heart racing in the silence. There was a rustle from the living room as Pat shifted in her chain, turned a page. Her sister, lying beside me on the bed, played with a strand of my hair. "What do you want?" she asked. I touched the bare skin of her shoulder, warm in the coolness of the bed. "To sit in the moonlight with your hand in my lap, and fall into your impossible eyes forever." The backs of my fingers brushed her cheek. She bent one leg and turned it outward, her smooth thighs parted in the pale light. "Your babies are beautiful," she whispered, stroking my penis rhythmically, up and down, up and down. My breath caught, and I closed my eyes for a second. "Your side of the family," I whispered back. I slid my palm across her shoulder, across her chest, just skimming the warm peaks of her nipples, back down to her stomach. "Thanks for singing them to sleep." "Thanks for letting me." Her hand stopped moving, stretched out along the stiffness of my shaft. I touched her hip through her panty, ran one finger down below her navel. Another long silence, her hand still in my lap, my fingers wandering over her hips. I put my hand between her legs, cupping the sweet female curve. "Kiss me," she said, very softly. I leaned down and just touched her lips with mine. She closed her eyes. So close to her skin her scent was strong and bright. Her hands pushed me, ever so gently back up and away from her. "Take off your clothes." I got up off the bed and unbuttoned my shirt, slipped it down my arms and off. Undid my pants, eased them around my erection and off. Underpants, socks. Julie raised her hips and slid off her panty, then sat up and took off her top with a single simple motion. Things everyone does every day. Our eyes met again. "Kiss me," she said. I sat down on the bed beside her. The moonlight on her naked body was soft and perfect. At the top of her leg, the crease between her thigh and her pelvis was dark, sharply defined. We put our arms around each other, and her breasts touched my chest. Our noses slipped past each other and, eyes still open, we kissed closed-mouthed for a long time. Her arms were cool on my back, her body small and warm, her lips soft. Then with a quiet moan she closed her eyes and put her head on my shoulder. Her breasts pressed deliciously against my chest, and her hair tickled my nose. Her left hand strayed off my back and came around into my lap. Her fingers circled my erection, and gently squeezed. I spread my hands on her naked back and held her against me as she slowly began to pump up and down. "Mmmmm," she breathed, kissing my neck and squeezing my shaft, "hold me tight." I hugged her and caressed her sides and my penis began to twitch in her hand. She slowed her strokes, keeping me far from orgasm, just long waves of pleasure running from her hand into my body. I put one hand down between us also, touched her thighs, nuzzled it into the fine hair between her legs, slowly stroking her. She sighed and raised her face to me, and we kissed again, her hand gently squeezing my penis and my fingers slowly rubbing her vulva. She opened her lips, and after a minute I sank my tonuge into the sweetness of her mouth. Her other hand came up behind my neck, her fingers twined in my hair, gently holding my head. I ran one finger up and down over her labia, and they parted, and it slipped inside her. She moaned again, almost a sob, and squeezed my penis and moved her hips. Her eyes opened, and closed, and I ran my tongue over her teeth. She pulled her head back and looked at me, her lips soft and open, her fingers squeezing my erection. She pumped me hard, once, and I gasped. She did it again, and raised herself off of my finger and up into my lap. She touched her nose to mine, looking into my eyes, and she took my staff and pressed it up into herself. I slipped my finger, slick and warm with her juices, back down between her labia, and stroked her clitoris as my penis went into her. Her body began to move up and down in my lap, the hot friction of her vagina enveloping me swallowing me, she kissed me again and again on the mouth, quick sharp kisses with her eyes staring into mine and my mouth opened and she kissed my cheeks and my nose, and her breasts rubbed against me and I slid in and out between her legs in and out of her cunt my penis impossibly hard and I came suddenly deep inside her pumping sperm up into her again and again and finally she came too, losing control and slamming against me and screaming into my mouth and I took her ass in my hands and pushed deep into her and held her there and everything stopped. Julie opened her eyes slowly, sitting in my lap with her arms around me. She smiled and kissed me very lightly on the lips. Our bodies shuddered, just a bit, at the contact. Then we uncoiled from each other and lay back on the bed, arm in arm, sticky and content. The moon, rising, had almost disappeared from the window, and it was very dark. "What do you want?" I asked. For a long time she was quiet, gently touching the back of my hand with her fingertips. "Nothing," she said. "Everything." Then she laughed, a small whisper of a laugh, "Isn't that profound?" A few minutes later a light went on in the hall, and Pat stood in the doorway. A wonderful smell came in over her shoulder and mingled with the sex smells hovering over the bed. "Anyone for a late dinner?" she asked. "Spaghetti's done." My Friends the Allens -- Moonlight Again by Mark Aster The End -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /