Message-ID: <4701eli$9710081342@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister) Subject: Story: Soul of Dawn - souls.txt [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <61epll$s8u$1@solaris.cc.vt.edu> As usual, if you are not 18, or live within a community where adult material is illegal, do not read this!! This material is meant to be freely published, so long as all credit is given to the author. All comments can be directed to: dez187lm@hotmail.com And yes... I am the author!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Soul of Dawn By: H.D. Meister Dawn knew that she looked good, and she did everything to hide her figure and her looks. Her long blonde hair, given to her by sun and nature, framed a face unblemished by time. Even the lack of an early morning beauty ritual could hide the aura within her golden locks. Sapphires, carefully polished and flawless, shone where other women had simple, sparkling eyes, and these tried to hide behind simple sun glasses. Full, succulent breasts rested behind a shield of white cotton. Her stomach was flat yet muscular, and even hidden from the piercing eyes of men and women alike, promises of long nights filled with ecstasy, joy, pleasures to twist the minds of the gods of Olympus found their way into the ears and minds of all. Round hips gave way to an ample bottom and did little to alter its soft appearance. Slender legs, spilling over with power, seemed to flow from those same hips. All of these were unsuccessfully cloaked inside of loose denim jeans. Even the white sneakers conspired against her. This was her last night at college, and she had decided to take one last look at the place that she had called home. She chatted with some friends briefly before making her way to Cornnell Hall, and Del. She had grown close to the earth-colored man who sported a beard which made his face chimp-like. He had never treated her like some vision from a dream. She liked that, and wished to thank him for all he had done. She entered the hall, taking little notice of the silence from the males sitting around a table playing cards. She had long ago know that her appearance was often seen by the males in Del’s hall as a moment of silent respect. She was certain that they all believed that she was more than Del’s friend. She found his door open, which meant that he and his roommate Ray were hard at work, or hard at play. "Del?" "Dawn! Hey! I was wondering if you’d drop by before leaving." She saw the pain within his eyes, and fought back the tears. She hugged him, closer than she had ever remembered holding anything or anyone. "Hey there, sexy!" Dawn smiled. Ray was the only person whom she actually let call her ‘sexy.’ "Hey yourself, sweetie." She hesitated before hugging him. Ray was the only man she had ever considered having sex with, and now that she was leaving... She did not want temptation to ruin a good friendship. She could joke about sex with Del and Ray, knowing that their own codes of honor kept her safe. "Come to say good-bye?" "Guess so. I’m gonna miss you two." A tear crept from her eye as memories, clearer, warmer, and more fond than a summer day in Virginia, began their inevitable trip. "Hey now, no tears. You know what Del said," Ray whispered. She realized that she had not let go of his body, and the warmth aroused her. She gave way to it; her strength to survive the semester after an attempted rape had come from the two men who stood near her. Ray had been the shoulder she had cried on when she revealed the horror of that night. Del had avenged her, and forced her to face the fear of her attacker. She owed them more than tears, and Del had told her that no payment, save her friendship, was due. She had but one gift: her virginity, a treasure held safe for twenty-three years. She looked into Ray’s eyes, knowing that this night would be her last night of keeping that treasure from the hands of cut-throats and pirates. She glanced at Del, and he understood. "I’m going over to Mel’s. I should be back in two hours. Dawn..." He walked over to her slowly, the pain tearing his soul. Dawn hope that time would be kinder to him; he deserved better. She tilted her head as he stroked her chin, his fingers barely touching her skin. She closed her eyes, remembering. Del looked at Ray, his eyes speaking words known only to his close friend. Ray nodded slightly, knowing that he would get his wish. "Keep in touch?" she asked, not opening her eyes. She wanted to remember him as she knew him: strong, brave, caring, gentle, a man. "You don’t even have to ask," he chuckled. He shut the door as he left, and she opened her eyes on Ray. Tattoos and a goatee framed a face which had traveled the world; eyes which had seen wonders now gazed through the sun glasses, caressing her heart. She still held him, yet now there was heat. The kiss blended raw lust and friendship. She was about to give Ray that which he had wanted, yet Ray was unsure. Had it been anyone else, there would have been no questions, no doubt. Yet he had honor, and her trust. Love this was not, and he knew this; yet and still... He reached out carefully, his hands longing to touch her breasts, but the fear that he would awaken from a dream kept him wary. His palm touched her nipples through the cotton shields of her shirt and bra. He felt the nipples harden, stretching in their attempt to be held, caressed, kissed, dragged across his chest. They parted, attached by the purifying flame within each. It freed Dawn from a shackle she had never known, but felt every time eyes ran over her lush body. For Ray, the flame signaled the demise of doubt. Dawn undressed, beckoned by his eyes. She pulled off her shirt slowly, and stood before him. Her bra screamed under the relentless pressure her swelling breasts, yet she wanted him to release them. He slid his hands behind her back, never touching the soft, delicate flesh, and released the snaps. It slid off of her, exhausted. She removed his shirt, gazing at the chest to which she had clung moments earlier. Her hands torched his pectorals, and he inhaled quietly. She could feel the burning , and the flame within her grew, swirling through her body, clouding her mind. The rage began to build within him. He closed his eyes and focused on her pleasure. A smile crept across his face as he realized that he was behaving as Del would. He opened his eyes, and the rage took total control. He knelt on both knees, and proceeded to remove her pants. He saw, without seeing, his hands as they unbuckled her belt, and unzipped her pants. They grasped her hips, and quietly drew them down. Dawn’s hands touched his shoulders, and the rage consumed her as well. She grabbed his shoulders, caressing them with lust induced strength. She needed him; she needed to know that she pleased him. Her desire to be rid of her burden fueled the blaze within her for this man whom had offered her his friendship, and asked for nothing in return. She would reward him. Now. Ray found himself drawn towards her panty clad mound of pleasure. He was never big on giving a woman oral sex, but this was not oral sex. This was a feast, given to a hero by one who was grateful for all he had done. He hungered to taste her, and he did. The panties filtered none of her sweetness, none of her purity. He suckled like an infant, thirsty for the nectar just out of reach. His hands hurried to remove his shorts as his manhood howled its anger. It too wanted to feed upon the glorious table set before its master. Dawn inhaled sharply as he began to draw her essence from her. She dug her nails into his shoulders, and forced her eyes to remain open. She wanted to see him, needed to remember the pleasure that he seemed to drown her in. Her hands left him and began to remove the cotton barrier between her and Ray, when he stopped her. Their fingers wound themselves together, and he continued to feast. She heard the approaching storm. It’s power was certain to overwhelm and consume her. It did, and more. Never had she know such pleasure, and knowing that someone she trusted was the creator of the storm shattered the wall which had been built by her long ago. She was part of the storm, and saw the flash as another storm, larger, more powerful, made its presence known. Ray’s hands moved to hold her as her orgasm slammed through her. He stood, removing her panties swiftly. He glanced down at the golden feast he had just left and smiled. His eyes slid quickly to her face, and he took a moment to etch her face into his mind. ‘Dawn’ seemed too... simple... a name for her. They kissed passionately as both bodies drifted towards the ground. Once to their knees, Ray reached out. One hand dragged the mattress from his bunk to the floor as the other grabbed Del’s store of condoms. Dawn reached over, helping him with the mattress. They rolled, tossed, twisted, until they had the mattress on the floor and were laying side by side upon it. With a quick shift, Ray tossed her on top of him as he positioned himself squarely in the middle of the mattress. He turned his head towards the box of condoms. Dawn smiled; he wanted her to place the condom on him. She removed one, never looking anywhere except his eyes. Once opened, she dragged her eyes down towards his manhood. She watched it as it throbbed with his heart’s fury. Carefully, she placed the latex sheath over him. She exhaled as she touched him. Ray held her, poised over his manhood, then slowly lowered her. The first touch, and the blaze exploded. She slammed down on, biting back the victory yell which raced towards her soft lips. Ray growled, her tightness twisting his face into a death-like mask. His hands flew over her body: breasts, hair, face, back, thighs her white-hot rear. His eyes had squinted shut, then snapped open. She was his this night only. He would not spend it dreaming of a form. He would remember. He raised her slightly, and she flexed. She did not want to be removed, ever. Both were lost within the inferno. Slowly, she raised and lowered herself onto him. Then she increased the tempo until they were pounding against each other. Ray raised up, his mouth opening over her breasts. They stood, never breaking their union, and Ray walked her towards the door. He raised her leg, her hips thrusting into Ray with a fury she had never even conceived. He grabbed her leg as the Rage within him transformed him into a machine dedicated to pleasure. Once more they kissed, but only briefly. The need for air, forced both to break the kiss. Each held tightly to the other’s rear, kneading them with urgency. Dawn bit his shoulder, eliciting a growl from deep within Ray. Suddenly, she needed to feel him, all of him. She pushed away, breaking contact. She walked around him slowly, her hand touching his chest, feeling the power within him radiate into her. She knelt on all fours, presenting her rear. With a smile, Ray took his place. With one lunge, he was embedded totally within her. Both gasped. The pace was maddening. Pleasure was the goal to which both raced. The second storm came. Ray cursed God for making the male orgasm so certain a thing. He had wanted to remain like this. Wanting to see her face, he flipped her over quickly. She was astounded by his strength. Their eyes locked as Ray placed her legs over his shoulders. He pounded her, not giving her a moment to breathe. She gave back as good as she got, thrusting, twisting and grinding into Ray with each thrust. She knew he could not last too much longer. The storm was too close, for both of them. When it hit, her mouth flew open. No sound left her throat, cut off by the unbridled energy of her orgasm. She vaguely felt his manhood explode as it released life into her, only to find it cut short by the latex barrier.. Ray forced his eyes to remain open. He watched her beautiful face glow from within. Still, he continued to thrust his manhood into her. His ears rang, and the room began to spin as he fell prey to the storm. Neither remembered the calm afterwards, nor the howl of a wolf. "You take care of yourself, Dawn," Ray said. They hugged, both saying silent thanks for the passion that they had shared. Del sat at his computer, quietly typing. Dawn walked towards him and kissed him gently on the temple. He turned and smiled. "I’ll always be here if you need me." "I know, Del. Take care." The walk back to her held little for her. The night air was crisp, and she felt renewed. Movement near a grove of trees caught her eyes. Two dogs darted into the woods nearby, and what appeared to be a large bird stretched its wings and took flight. She smiled, ready to face whatever dangers the future cared to place within her path. -- +--------------' 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> /