Message-ID: <11004eli$9805072334@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: cmndr@nym.alias.net (Commander Jameson) Subject: {ASS} RP "Kate and Me" by the BEAR (Mf, rom, teen) (Celeste's #12 in 1995) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-Email: Don't send me e-mail as BCC - it will bounce. 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: <35544142.9782113@207.14.113.10XCJ> From: al-bear@ix.netcom.com (the BEAR) Subject: "KATE&ME.TXT" M/f, love, relationship,sex -------- Excerpt from "Celestial Reviews", by Celeste. She is an excellent and obviously highly perceptive individual, who has seen fit to give this story a 10. Her highest rating. The BEAR is highly honored. Please feel free to comment upon either this review or upon the story itself. Via e-mail, please. The BEAR always answers. * * * Review begins * * * (This review is taken from Celestial Reviews by Celeste (Celeste801@aol.com). The review was written independently of consultation with the author and does not imply collaboration.) "Kate and Me: Friendship Spilled Over" by The Bear. How would I feel if my own intelligent and sensitive daughter fell deeply in love with a close friend of the family when she was 16 and he was 35? Would I be upset if they began making passionate and frequent love to one another? Yes, I guess I would be upset. But this is a story about exactly that, and it's a beautiful story. The author focuses on romance; he doesn't fool around with the formulas and rituals that so often appear in the hot sex stories. I love sexy stories that are based on something other than the cuteness of a person's ass or the size of his sex organ. Nevertheless, the sex is really hot - because it is so passionate and because we understand the reasons behind what the lovers are doing. Anyone who has been deeply in love and has wanted to do something that was obviously right but was also obviously wrong will understand the emotions expressed in this story. The author develops an atmosphere in which he mixes the moral ambiguity with the passion the two lovers feel for each other. This is a really well written, outstanding story. (Rating: 10) * * * Review ends, story begins * * * Kate and Me This story is partly fiction, This story is partly true. What was real and what was not, Who was cool and who was hot, is a guess I leave for you. Much has been changed and added, But the truth runs deep and fair. Trust to your heart, and not to your mind, read of our passion, and please be kind, if you judge us, do it with care. Names have been changed for those who did, and those who didn't as well. But perhaps this is nothing but fiction, and a story about pleasant wet friction. What it is, the author won't tell. *** Please Note: The above is supposed to take the place of the 'standard disclaimer', but the BEAR couldn't find a nice, poetic way to work the following in without screwing up the meter. He is not that good at poetry. If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS! Go away. Visit another group. Leave us alone. If you do read this and find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem. If you are having trouble telling the difference between reality and fiction, good. The BEAR likes it like that. He delights in making certain folks squirm in their chairs as they are compelled to read on anyway. Don't ask. Figure it out yourself, like the header says. ************************************************************** *** Copyright (c) 1995 by the BEAR. Duplication without *** *** changes or omissions is permitted for personal, *** *** non-profit use. All other rights are reserved. *** *** [Permission may be available.] al-bear@ix.netcom.com *** ************************************************************** Kate and Me: Friendship Spilled Over My best friend, Art, was somewhat older than I. We became friends after a temporary assignment threw us together. We quickly realized that although our personalities were very nearly opposite, that we enjoyed many of the same things, and - more importantly - genuinely liked each other's company, and were very good partners because of our combination of differences and similarities. I began to spend more and more time at Art's home, with him and his family, and got on extremely well with all of them except for his oldest daughter, Katharine, who I took to be a snob. And worse. Despite this, before long, I was spending most of my spare time, not only with Art, but with his wife, Mary and with his family. Being single, and between relationships, I had little to keep me at my apartment. I enjoying every minute of my visits with these good folks. Kate says that her first impression of me was not any more positive than mine was of her, either. She felt that I was too light hearted, and that my habit of making a joke or pun of everything got on her nerves. Among other things. After a time, events evolved that resulted in a slow change in the relationship between Kate and I that would throw both our lives into a state that neither of us was prepared for. One night Art called and asked me if I'd be so kind as to drive Katharine to a dance some miles away. He had promised to take her since he had already agreed to act as chaperone, but had to attend an emergency business meeting. Rather than let down the youth group and Kate, he wanted me to take his place. I reluctantly agreed to do so. After a tense first half hour in the car, Kate and I finally relaxed a little and began to chat. Once we got to the dance, she found out to her horror that all the kids her age had gone somewhere else, and that all the youth attending were at least several years younger than she was, which was sixteen at the time. I was the only one there she knew, and the only one she felt comfortable talking to. We wound up spending the whole night together and truly got to know and like each other. I began to teach her how to dance in old fashioned ballroom style, and she turned out to be very good at it. Afterwards there was the trip back home. We stopped and ate at a McDonalds, and enjoyed that simple meal as if it were gormet prepared. It was the company made it great! We stopped for gas, and she locked me out of the car. I'd run around, and she'd unlock that door and lock the one I was running for. I hammed it up, she giggled and we both laughed and teased, and realized that we were having a great time together. The cashier at the pay window had a huge smile on her face. She commented that "You and your girlfriend really have a great relationship, sir." When I told Kate about this, she laughed as hard as I did. We had no idea at the time how close this was to truth. As we continued on towards home, our conversation continued to grow and improve. To my surprise, I discovered that Kate was far and away the most intelligent and interesting woman I had met in a very long time, despite her young age. Somehow, she seemed to be having as much fun as I was, too. I drove slower and slower as we got closer to home. By the time we pulled back into her home's driveway a little after midnight we had found that we had a lot more in common than either of us would have ever thought possible. We'd become fast and close friends. In fact we sat in the car and talked for twenty minutes before we went in. Unfortunately, her two little sisters saw us pull in and watched us sit in the car and talk. When we walked in the back door into the kitchen, we were greeted with a chorus of "Will was kissing Katey! Will was kissing Katey!" We were both mortified, and denied it vehemently. "We were not! We were just talking!" Fortunately her parents thought it was funny. They were just glad that we were now getting to be friendly. They didn't realize yet that something special had begun happened between us that included but far transcended friendship. What's worse, we didn't know either. We had formed the beginnings of a relationship that was going to sneak up on us. So, over a period of weeks and months, so slowly that no one noticed, including especially Kate and me, we became closer and closer. I began picking her up and dropping her off to and from school. I made myself available to take her and her friends wherever they wanted to go. I began to help her with her various chores any time that I could. We began to run across each other by accident. One time I dropped in at a donut shop for a snack, and ran into her and two of her friends. She got a little put off when one of those friends made a comment after a while that I was a neat boyfriend. I was as miffed as Kate was. The friend was most likely even more surprised at the strength with which we both denied any relationship except that of friend, than we were at her expression of what was clear to her. And turned out to be true. We became near to each other. I only wish I knew how many hours we spent talking about everything from our relationships with others - both past and present - to politics and music. I even helped her with her homework. During all this, neither one of us realized what was happening. We were falling in love so slowly that we didn't realize it. We fell in love so gently that those closest to us didn't notice until it was too late. One fateful night, after TV and conversation, I carried each of the little girls upstairs to bed, tucked them in and wished them goodnight, as had become customary. Then I said a last goodnight to Art and Mary and started out to leave for my apartment. Kate was in the kitchen doing dishes. She was dressed in old, faded, tattered sweats, was wet with dishwater up to the elbows, had the odor of a hard days' work about her, and in short was anything but glamorous and sexy at that moment. I was tired, and running on autopilot myself. I was totally off guard, completely unprepared for what was about to happen. Defenseless. Kate was in the same state, expecting nothing, and not ready for anything out of the ordinary. As I walked thru the kitchen, She turned to me and smiled and said teasingly, "Don't I get a goodnight hug too?" "Sure you do." I said. I approached her and took her in my arms intending nothing more than a simple affectionate hug like those which we had exchanged many times before. Something else happened. As I put my arms around her she sighed contentedly and settled her tired body into mine, and hugged me back. It felt very, very nice. Her form fitted against mine perfectly. I let her settle in against me, adjusting my own body a little to accommodate her. Then I began feeling very odd. Something new and different that I had never felt before was happening to me. I felt hot, my heartbeat was speeding up and I felt lightheaded and confused. I pulled away from her a little bit and took a look into her face. Her eyes gazed into mine with a light I had never seen before. I stood entranced, unable to move, looking into those deep and lovely pools of unfamiliar light. I was a buck caught in the headlights. Her face was suddenly radiantly beautiful, with a deep and never passing beauty that shown from her very soul and shot deep into mine. I felt my knees go weak. Her lips parted, glistening moistly. I found my face moving slowly towards hers. She didn't move away, for she was as caught up in the magic as I was. We had no idea what we were about to start, for neither of us had intended to start anything. She moved to meet me, and her lips touched mine for the first time. There are no kisses that exceed and few that can equal that one for sudden passion, for surprise and unintended results. We sank deeper into each other's embrace. As we kissed, we got better at it and that kiss rapidly became more practiced, and grew ever more passionate with each moment. Time stood still, and the very air around us became charged with erotic energy. I have no idea how long we stood there wrapped around each other, but when we finally came up for air, it was already too late to turn back. Breathing heavily, overwhelmed, surprised, we looked into each other's hungry eyes. We spoke not one word, but drank in our mutual need for each other in silence. As soon as we recovered our breath, we moved back in and kissed again. And again. I was holding her body to mine, confused with the intense, unfamiliar feelings that were washing over me. My hands were moving of their own volition, first over her back, down over her bottom, and then over her breasts, touching, feeling, caressing, absorbing. It was only later that I realized that as I was passionately caressing her body that she was also exploring mine. I broke our embrace for a moment. She was as taken by surprise as I was, and was as powerless to stop what we were doing. Each action led to a higher level of arousal, and stronger desires, which each then fed on, and in turn fed back to the other. I was thirty-five, and had never experienced anything like this before and probably never will again, except with her. How could a sixteen year old girl handle this sudden and powerful kind of passion if a more or less experienced adult was confused by it? We were both wild eyed and irrational, and consumed with a desire that neither of us understood, that demanded consummation. She took her arms from around me, and tenderly placed her right hand on my left shoulder, and her left palm on my cheek. My hands were on her waist. We didn't move or speak for several long moments, we just stood there looking deep into each other's eyes. Then she silently took my hand and led me into the living room. I followed helplessly. I was hers totally from that moment until today. Once in the living room, she pulled me close. Our bodies fitted together once more as perfectly as a custom key fits it's lock and we held each other. We sank slowly down onto the couch, totally wrapped up in each other. She softly said, "Hold me, Will. Kiss me. Touch me some more." and I did. We were lying on that couch entwined in love's narcotic embrace as her parents went up the stairs - just around the corner - to go to bed. We lay quietly still, unable to let go of each other, too dazed to even consider that we might be discovered, revelling in each other's tastes, feels and smells. Even today, I find the smell of dish detergent erotic on her because of what happened. Art and Mary continued on upstairs to bed, unknowing, leaving us undisturbed. We kissed and caressed with steadily rising desire and rapidly increasing passion. We explored each other's bodies with growing enthusiasm, not really caring that we might be caught, not really thinking in the boundless and mutual passions that we had suddenly found in each other that what we were doing was certain to lead to a fully consummated love. Our clothing somehow went away, and her as yet only medium sized breasts were pressing against my chest, her small nipples hardening against my skin, tickling and pleasing me as we moved about against each other. Her hands moved over my back and chest, and then continued their exploring until she found my manhood. She took it in hand, and began playing with it, her inexperienced touch giving me thrills that I had never felt before from any other woman. Girl of sixteen she might be, but she was somehow more than any other woman could be at that moment. And remains so today. I reciprocated, finding her most deeply hidden, most tender and delightful places, bringing her and myself to a steadily higher lever of passion, and an inevitable ending to the night's sudden adventures. Finally, after a great deal of teasing and play, I found to my surprise that my erection was somehow positioned just right. She gave a rolling shove, let out a gasp, and I felt my erection part the lips of her vagina. I was just barely there, but I was in her. I savored the moment. Then we commenced kissing again. I pushed a little harder, she wrapped one leg over my body and pulled. Her hymen strained, broke, and she let out her maiden's cry and was a woman. Her lips again sought mine and we kissed. We slowly rolled and moved our bodies until our joining was complete, and I was as deep into her sweet body as I could press. Now we slowly and carefully made love to each other. With a care and gentleness that I never knew I possessed, I continued my lovemaking until her lubrication was flowing fully, and her hot body was demanding satisfaction. When she began thrusting her hips and body against mine, encouraging me, I knew she was fully ready and I began the final stages of something that I had never thought about and would never have guessed would happen. As I moved in and out of her, she matched her motions and rhythms to mine so perfectly that an observer would have thought we had been lovers for years. We worked each other like an experienced pickpocket works a crowd, leaving nothing of value untouched, leaving nothing at all unexamined. Carefully exploring what we had so unexpectedly found with wondering awe. Without knowing how I was doing it, and without understanding how we were communicating, I felt her reaching for her first real completion, and I urged her onward until she climaxed in my arms. Her body tensed, spasmed, and she pressed her face deep into my shoulder and cried out her joy and fulfillment. Her muffled cries seemed to fill my world. I felt a pleasure at having pleased her that was so intense it surprised me. I knew that I wanted to please her again, and again, because it was so much fun. She calmed herself, relaxed against me, and I cuddled her with tenderness and affection. When she began to move against me again, I followed her inner needs as automatically as I breathe, and once more began to love her with all my physical being. Again and again we moved together, almost dancing. There was no need for words. We had temporarily entered a realm where such things were not necessary for lovers such as us. Higher and higher I felt her rise as she reached for another orgasm. I followed her with enthusiasm. As she peaked, I felt myself beginning to find my own release. She knew I was about to loose control as soon as I did, and this somehow sent her over the edge. Silently this time she repeated her first performance, and this time I was right with her. When I climaxed, I tried to pull out (weakly I admit), but she wrapped her legs around my body, pressed into me and took my seed as deep into her womb as she could. It wasn't until later that we realized just what we had done. The passion of the moment had totally washed our self control and power of thought into some small unused part of our minds, leaving their operation in the hands of complete, total, unbridled lust and passion. By the time we realized what we were doing, it was too late. We had made love. We were spoiled for anyone else. No one would ever quite be able to satisfy either of us ever again except the other. Later we realized that even then we were both committed - quite frankly almost against our will - to what we had done. We lay there in our waning passion until some sense finally came back to us, and with a few last touches and caresses, we finally pried ourselves mostly apart and almost became two beings instead of one again. We succeeded for the moment, but neither of us would ever be the same again. We pulled our clothing back together, crept into the kitchen, and finished the dishes together. It was done in a cloud of subdued passion that only cemented us more strongly together. We should have been feeling deep guilt - and indeed later did - but at that moment of afterglow, we just plain felt too good to worry about what we had done. We didn't even talk about it. We chatted instead about the thousand and one inconsequential things that close friends find each day to discuss. After a long and tender leave-taking, I went to my apartment, slept, and awoke the next morning still dreaming of her body pressed into mine, still in awe of what we had done, and what she had so willingly given me. Kate was even more tired than I was. She went directly to bed and fell asleep with my seed still bubbling happily inside of her, and slept as deeply and well as I did, waking with the same feeling of ease and satisfaction that I had. Like myself, the ease went away as she had time to fully realize what had happened, what we had done, and that it had not been a dream. She checked herself and found that she still had the dried residue of our love in her pubic hair. That - she said later - was the only thing that convinced her that it had all not been a dream. TWO I was in a daze all morning long, almost still in a dream state. Finally, about an hour in to the day's work, I came to my senses, and crashed back into my chair in shock. I had just had sex with a sixteen year old girl. Not only that, but she was my best friend's daughter. And if that isn't enough, we are very religious people, and are not supposed to think that sex before marriage is right. Never mind sex with a child! I sat there in shock, thinking, "Oh my god, what have I done. What did I do? How did this happen?" I really couldn't figure it out. The phone rang as my poor overloaded brain spun in confusion. It was Art. He asked, "Will, did Katharine say anything to you last night as you were leaving?" "Huh?" I said. "What?" "Damn. Not you too. She was okay when we first woke her up. Then about half an hour into the morning, she came unglued, started crying and locked herself in her room. Nobody can get any sense out of her." He said. "We've let her stay home from school." "Oh. Uh, well . . . " I mumbled. "Never mind. Geeze, You're as bad as she is. Get some rest for pete's sake. I'll call you later. Or better yet, come by for dinner tonight. See ya then. (click)" he said, and hung up. I muddled through part of the day, but gave up and left early. I had to settle this. I went right over to Art's house, and found no one there to answer the door. I let myself in the back, through that same kitchen, and headed up to Kate's room. I had to see her, and talk, and resolve this or something. I went up the stairs, went to her room, and pushed the partly open door the rest of the way open. Kate was lying on the bed, face down, dressed in her old bathrobe. She was boo-hoo-ing softly into her pillow. I felt as if my own heart were about to break. "Uh - Kate? Can I talk to you for a moment? I'm really sorry for what I did, and I really want to apologize and promise I'll make it up to you somehow." (She rolled over rapidly, and looked up at me. I looked down at the floor. If I'd had a hat and it had been in my hand, I would have been wringing it.) "I don't know what came over me. I . . . " "You! It was me! I could have . . . I didn't mean . . . I . . . I . . . Oh, Will. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to seduce you." She mumbled through her tears. I looked up at her. She was half lying, half sitting, on her bed. Her hair was damp and going all which ways. The only thing on her face was tear stains and a pained look. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. She was so beautiful it made my heart ache. I gulped as she sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled the robe more closely about her. She bent over forward and buried her tear-stained face in her hands. I sat hesitantly next to her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Aw, don't cry, Kate. It was me. My fault. I should never have kissed you. I should never have let myself even start in with whatever happened. I don't understand it. I've never felt like that before. This kind of thing has never happened before. I just don't even do that kind of thing." "I know." She said quietly, sitting up. She was looking blankly at the same spot on the old wardrobe as I was. "That's why I feel like I was to blame. I know how you feel about that sort of thing." She gave a sad little laugh and added, "In fact that's how I feel about that sort of thing too." We sat in silence. Awkwardly. Then at the same moment, we turned to each other - intending to say something - and we found ourselves looking eye to eye again. Whatever each of us had intended to say vanished. I felt something deep inside stirring, and groaned "Oh god. Not again." "Oh. Please. No! Not again!", she said at the same instant. We laughed in spite of ourselves. But we turned our eyes away. I put my arm around her shoulder. We sat there. Then finally, I said, "Kate, what are we gonna do? We can't pretend nothing happened, can we? We can't avoid each other. And I sure don't want to do what we did again!" She laughed another nervous little laugh, and said, "What? Was I that bad a lover that you don't want to have anything more to do with me?" She was joking. I didn't understand that. My reply was too strong, and too fast. "God, no! You're incredible. I've never felt that way before, I've never lost control like that. You're wonderful! Truly fantastic! If you were older, I'd . . . " "Do you really meant that?" she interrupted, and when I turned to look at her again, her face and those incredible eyes were there once more. And I looked again. Again I went light headed, and felt dizzy. And was drawn to her. I was again lost in her eyes. "Oh. Yes. I sure do." And she kissed me. That was all it took. I grabbed her up in my arms, and again entwined her body in my arms, and felt the passion flow out of me and into her body. Or perhaps it was the other way around. All I know is that in that instant I knew that we were going to make love again. I also knew that I never wanted anything else out of life but her. She knew too. But we still struggled a little. "Oh, please, don't kiss me anymore." she said, and stuck her tongue deeper into my throat. "We have to stop, Kate. We can't do this!" I said as I began to caress her sweet body. She had showered not long before I had arrived and I tasted a tiny flavor of soap on her face and then on her breasts, as I peeled back her robe and kissed her. "Oh god, I know, We can't. We mustn't." But she was trying to get my belt off. And succeeded. Then she shrugged those lovely white shoulders and the robe fell away completely. "Get away from me!" She said fiercely, as she finished removing my trousers and underwear, and pulled me over on top of her on her bed. "We have to stop!" I cried, as I dropped my shirt and pulled her naked body close to mine. "Yes, we do. But oh! God! Don't! Stop!" Her cries got weaker and weaker. Then she added "Don't stop!", and we laughed, and held each other tight. Then we lay there in silence, caressing, touching, kissing and tasting. For a long time. A very long time. Finally, she moved herself into alignment on top of me, took my organ in hand and guided me once again to her opening. As I once again prepared to thrust into her dear body, she added, "At least don't come in me this time." "Okay." I said. And I thrust home. She cried out in joy, and her body thrilled mine with an instant response. Again we were simply overwhelmed with a desire and attraction that we just weren't prepared for. This time it was even harder to avoid because it was daylight, and her beauty was mine to see. It was indeed wonderful to behold. Her beauty was glowing out of her as if it were a great internal light, and it drew me deeper and deeper into her spell. Making love to her was so easy and so natural that I felt as if the wrong times were the times when we were not lying together naked. The wrong times were those when I was not penetrating deep into her body with mine. I felt as if I was supposed to be there, and that she was supposed to be lying on top of me, tickling my chest with her hardened little nipples. Even though we are both always totally exhausted after we make love, when we are in the act, it all seems so very effortless. And each time it seems to get better. And that's the problem. I hadn't intended to do that, and she surely had not thought of doing it again. Yet here we were, pumping madly away at each other, rolling from position to position as if we were making a demo tape, and doing it as smoothly as if we had practiced for years. Then she began to vocalize her joy. She began to cry out loud, making a rising and falling cry much like a siren. "Ah oooo ah. AHH oooh AHHH! AoooAHHH AHHH AHHH AHH YAH!" and she began to spasm mightily. I have no idea how many orgasms she had at that moment, but she was having a wonderful time. Then she fell forward on top of me. I held her close and kissed her eyes, her face, and sniffed her shampoo scented hair. My hands moved over her sweating body. My erection stayed deeply penetrated. I waited until her breathing was nearly normal, and began moving in and out of her again. She moaned, "Oh god! That feels so good. You feel so good in me. I like this. I like this a whole lot more than I ever thought I would, than I ever thought possible even in my wildest dreams." She opened her eyes again, found my lips with hers and we kissed. "This is wonderful. You're right." I said. "I feel as if I've been drugged. I think I'm addicted to you. I love you. I want to keep doing this. I want to . . . " "God, how are we ever going to stop doing this? I don't want it to stop either," She cried. "I want you to love me like this all day, all night, every morning. Forever." I continued to thrust in and out of her as we said all this, and she continued to push back with her perfect timing and rhythm. And we steadily got better at it. "Oh, Kate! We can't let your parents know. It would kill them! They'd be so disappointed in us." "I'm disappointed in us. I had no idea that this kind of thing was so easy to fall in to. And I had no idea that this kind of thing would be so easy to want, and so hard to stop. I like it. (kiss!) A lot!" I rolled her over on her side and we continued. "Oh, my dear one, it isn't this easy. And normally it isn't this good. Nothing has ever been this good before. No one can possibly be this good. If everyone had this much fun, There'd be a lot fewer divorces." She adapted to the change. "Oh Will! I like this way! Push up a little more. There! That's it! Oh god! That feels so good." We then made love in silence for a while except for our grunts and cries that we couldn't help making. We moved in and out of several different positions, each one as much fun as the other. Finally, with her on her back, and her legs wrapped around my back and hips, and with me kneeling over her, I announced, "Oh Kate, My love! I'm gonna do it again. Here it comes. Let go so I can pull out!" "No! I'm gonna come too! I want it inside me. I want it there!" "But I promised!" I cried. "I don't want to knock you up! Not til you're older." "I don't care! I want it in me, and I want it now, and I don't care if you do knock me up! I don't want you to pull out. It feels too good. Oh god! I'm gonna come too!" So once again we spasmed against each other, crying, almost screaming in our fulfillment. We pushed, pressed and shoved and I blasted my seed deep into her wanting womb, not with guilt, but with a joy that was so strong, that it must have been - must be - part of our need for each other. Finally, our bodies ran out of energy, and we fell over, juiced out, tired and sweaty. We remained closely entwined, adjusting only enough so that we could lie so without being uncomfortable. We kissed, and nibbled, and caressed, and made funny little love noises to each other. For a long time. Then I said, "Well, that's it. We are really lovers, and it looks very much as if it's going to remain so. I had not thought we'd ever do this again. Now I don't think we can avoid it. And the worst part about it is that right now I don't feel the least bit guilty about anything. Later I might." "Oh, yeah. I know what you mean. I feel so good right now that it's almost scary. But I don't think that I'll ever feel as bad as I did this morning. I suddenly thought 'God, what have I done! I've lost my virginity! And I did it with an old guy! And one that I didn't even use to like much.' and I just sat down and cried." "Gee, thanks, I think." I said. "Oh silly! Stop it!" she smacked me gently with her hand. "I guess I do love you. I think I love you more than I thought it was possible to love, or we'd never be doing this." She smiled that incredibly sensual smile of hers. I kissed it. "Oh. Oooo. I do love you. I love you so much! Do that again!" So I did. We smooched for a while. "Darn. I guess I'll never get a chance to feel awkward at my honeymoon, will I?" She thought out loud. I laughed very hard at that. "Well, assuming it's me you want to marry, probably not." I said. "And who else could I be in love with? Momma says I'm not old enough to date yet except in a group. But come to think of it, who needs to date now. Hey! Did you kinda just ask me to marry you and didn't I just say yes?" "I guess so. I love you enough to do this with you and risk getting killed! God, you are something else. Let's do it as soon as you're old enough." It was her turn to laugh, then. "We already did it. And pretty darn good, too, I suspect." She kept giggling. "Twice, already!" "I meant get married. You gotta be eighteen I think, before we can get a license." Then I added ruefully, "And if we're not careful we'll have a kid to be a witness." That sobered her up. "Oh. Yeah. Well, I'm sorry, but when I feel that way, I just don't want you to stop. I know you should at least pull out of me, but I like doing it like that. I like it a lot! I know it's risky, but at the moment we're doing it, it feels so good I don't care." I kissed her some more. "Yeah. I know. And I like doing it inside you. But still . . . " She shut me up with her lips. They tasted so sweet! We cuddled some more. "do you think we'll feel guilty again tomorrow?" She asked. "Probably. At least a little. But I don't think it'll be as bad as I felt this morning. Your dad called and said you were having a bad morning, and I was so bombed out I had trouble talking to him. I ran right over, to apologize and try and make amends. I had no idea that we'd do it again." "I had no idea we were going to do it the first time! And I certainly had no idea that when I stayed home from school I was gonna get a love lesson." She giggled and kissed me. Her giggle is like a tinkling bell. It is cute, sexy, and very pleasing to my ear. And it is as pleasing now, twenty years later. "Very funny. Your teacher is not amused. And he isn't a very good teacher, either, because he's learned a lot from his student." I said. "Can we do more homework?" She said as she nuzzled around my neck. "I like my teacher. He's really cool. And he smells nice. He's also really strong and smart, and makes love real good for an old guy. When can we practice some more? If we're gonna do this, we may as well get as good at it as we can." "Greedy." I said. "Yup." She replied. "Horny." I added. "Probably later." She giggled again. "Sticky." I said as I moved my fingers through her sweaty hairline. "So let's take a shower." She giggled back. "Okay." And we did. Good timing, too, because we had no sooner gotten dry and dressed than people started getting home. But our first shower together was nearly as much fun as making love. It felt so good rubbing her soapy body with mine. Kate was in such a good mood that afternoon that no one could figure out what had happened. Thank god. But her mom and dad were very grateful that I had "broken her out of her snit". I'm just glad that they assumed that I done so with talk. I did stay for dinner, and had a grand time as usual. Kate sat next to me this time, and we chatted and talked like the lovers we now were. But no one guessed yet. As I left that night, I met her in the kitchen. We snuck out into the back yard. She bent over the picnic table, and I slipped it into her from behind. It was the first of many quickies that we would take over the next few months and years. It was not as satisfying as the times when we could take the time to fully satisfy and please each other, but it was still damn nice. I plunged in and out of her, making her cry out several times. Til her dad came over to the window of the family room which we could see into, and closed the window. "Damn cats." he said. We laughed until we came. Then we tenderly kissed each other good-night. I made her promise to see the school nurse and get some protection going. I figured that one more risk that night added to what we had done the night before and that afternoon wasn't that much worse. But we had to start doing something - if it wasn't already too late - to try and avoid pregnancy. She reluctantly agreed. I think she may have almost wanted to get pregnant. Sure enough, the next morning, she called me at work from school, and let me know that she was feeling a little bit guilty. But then she'd just think of how she'd felt, and right away she'd start feeling better. As a matter of fact, getting birth control had made her want to try it. We made arrangements right then and there for meeting after school. I met her a couple blocks away, we went to an isolated park, and we did it in the back seat of my car. Made a stain there, too. Somehow, we'd managed to mess on our clothing instead of the couch, and we'd done it on her bathrobe so as to not soil her bedding. We forgot in the car. Oh well. I dropped her off at home and stayed away til later. She "went for a walk" and we met as planned, and damned if we didn't get horny and do it again. Sunday, we sat next to each other in church, and as we felt guilty during the preacher's sermon, we'd steal glances at each other. When I looked up a couple of verses of "The Song of Solomon" and showed then to her, she smacked me. But she read them. Several times. I was invited to dinner, and for one reason or another, we were just not able to be alone that night. She called me at home, very early in the morning. "H'lo." "Oh, Will. I need you." "Oh. OH! It's you, sweety. I know. I haven't been able to sleep either. God I miss you. I want you so bad." "Yeah. Me too. I almost wish we hadn't started. I had no idea that I could want something so much." "I know what you mean. I don't think it hits most people like it has us. We're just a very horny couple of lovers, that's all. Anyway, I didn't know I could feel this way either, so I guess we'll just have to live with it." "God. I don't think I want to live at all, without it." We made arrangements. I met her before school, and we went to the park again and had sex. Then I took her to a restaurant and we had breakfast. As I was taking her to school, we found an alley and did it again. She spend the whole morning walking around with my sperm in her. She was delighted with the feeling. I went to work and had one of the most productive days of my life. THREE This is the way things went for a long time, with us finding moments and even seconds when we could have sex. It was sometimes hard even to just cop a quick feel. Occasionally we were able to do it in her bedroom on her own bed again. She especially enjoyed that. We yearned for a chance to really spend the time to try and wear each other out, and revel in our new-found sexuality. Kate is nobody's fool. She talked her parents into letting her house-sit for a couple going on vacation. As soon as she knew it was okay, she told me. Then she talked her dad into asking me to come over occasionally to check on her since I lived quite close. I was "reluctant" but agreed to do so. Those were quite possibly the finest two weeks of our two lives until we finally got married. We not only slept together and ate together as if we were married, we bathed and did our toilets together, too. We were so deeply in love that we didn't even want to get out of sight of each other. She was out of school, and spent her days working on the house. I'd run home from work for lunch and we'd do a quickie. When I got home for dinner, we'd sometimes let it get a little cold while we satisfied other appetites. Bedtime was always early because it took us a long time to make love and wear each other out for sleep. Waking up in the night with her body cuddled next to mine was a preview of heaven, for me. What a girl. Girl? No way! What a woman! And she loves me, wants me and needs me! Wow. How good life can be, I marveled. From Friday night to Monday morning, all we did was make love, in one way or another. We had sex two or three times a day, but during the times when we weren't, we were holding and caressing each other, kissing and cuddling, or simply lying there together nude, talking about the small things that make life together for a man and a woman either unbearable or a pure pleasure. One guess what it was for us. It was also a mistake. I think our original idea had been something like "Let's do it a whole lot and get it out of our systems." All it did was make each of us desire the other more. When we had to quit the marriage game and go back to our old daily routine, it was hell. Neither of us could sleep. We were both horny as hell all the time. We each missed our mate, our partner, our buddy and our lover. We were (and are) all of these things together and more. We had to fall back on our old habit of stealing time from the day and evening so that we could have sex. She made up every story she could, and called in favors from school friends like you wouldn't believe so that we could sneak her in to my apartment and have an evening and the occasional overnight visit filled with wonderful love, and almost non-stop sex. It got very difficult, though. A big family dinner had been planned, and everyone went out as a family group to do the special shopping. Kate and I paired off with part of the list, and did our part very quickly. We met with the others, and got in line - just ahead of Art and Mary - and started checking through. Me and Kate had Nelly, the youngest of the family, in our cart. The checkout girl complemented me and Kate on our obvious happiness as a married couple, and on our cute child. Then she wondered out loud to Kate why she wasn't wearing a wedding band. We were - needless to say - very discomfited. Will and Mary were very highly amused. For a while. But over the next few weeks, they started putting two and two together and getting an answer that made them very nervous. One day, they casually asked Kate why she wasn't going out on dates any more. Without thinking, she replied, "Don't want to. Don't need to." Then she caught herself, and realized that she had been about to say that she had me and didn't want or need anyone else, and stopped just in time. A couple of weeks later, they sat us down together and had a long talk. They pointed out the grocery store incident, and a dozen others of like nature. They pointed out incidents like the time when the family was watching a "Popeye" cartoon, and he wound up smooching Olive Oyl. Olive said, "Don't! (smooch) Stop! (smooch) Don't (smooch) Stop! (smooch) Don't stop! (smooch) Don't stop! (smooch . . . )" and Kate and I broke up laughing with a mutual amusement far out of proportion to the actual joke. We'd remembered our own similar dialogue during our second session. Art and Mary quite calmly pointed out that we had been spending far too much time together and were getting far too close. (If they had only known!) And that they were worried that we were going to become involved. We handled it quite well. We listened, looked surprised, looked at each other and broke up laughing, saying "Us? Me and Him? Oh, that's funny!" and so on as if we had rehearsed it. They were convinced that we were telling the truth, but they saw the signs of what they thought was an impending love affair, between two people who were in denial. Chief among them I found out later was that we had developed little 'inside' jokes like the "Popeye" cartoon incident that nobody but us understood. This is a characteristic normally found only (Mary said) in long term, very happily married couples. They 'surprised' Kate with a summer trip to visit her grandparents as a seventeenth birthday present. What could we do? We just gritted our teeth and tried to practice being away from each other. Nothing has ever been more difficult. We couldn't do it. We were addicted. We had developed a need for each other that we could no longer hide at least from ourselves. We still had to steal time for the occasional quickie. Then the summer came and Kate went. Mary told me much later that when we saw Kate off at the airport, I looked as if part of my soul was leaving, and that the heart went out of me for the rest of the summer. I guess it did. I tried, and so did Kate, but we just weren't happy without each other. By this time, it was far more than sex. I think that we really had exchanged part of our souls, or something, because it was terrible being apart. We tried dating others. Kate won't talk about her experiences, and it's probably just as well. For myself, it wasn't long before I realized that I just plain wasn't interested in other women any more. If she wasn't Kate, then it was useless to even try. I just couldn't get interested. Art and Mary are really and truly good friends, and soon became deeply concerned about my loss of interest in life. They didn't know that Kate was spending most of her free time lost in day dreams (of me), and in reading romance novels. Her Grandparents thought that she'd become a quiet, studious child, and didn't worry. One day, I happened to walk in the door just as the phone rang. It was Kate, calling home. Mary talked to her for a while, and then said, "Will's here. Wanta talk to him?" Cool Kate said. "Well, okay. I guess so." Her heart (She said later) was doing backflips. I don't think it fooled her mom. I wasn't so good at it. "Oh yeah! I'd love to!" I think the phone conversation sealed our fate. Art and Mary watched my face light up and saw the old Will come back to life right before their very eyes. They were deeply touched by our devotion to each other, even though (they thought) that we were still in denial of having a very special relationship. The difference in our ages was offset by our obvious affection for and need of each other. Plus they had no idea that we were lovers. (Still don't. That's why all the names have been changed. God bless 'em they think Kate went to the altar a virgin. I'm not gonna tell 'em, and Kate sure isn't. Please, you don't tell either, okay?) They decided that they'd let us alone and see what happened. They were still kind of hoping that we'd not continue, but they saw the pain that Kate and I had felt when we were apart. Once she came home, the joy that came into each of us in the simple presence of the other became apparent. They became sympathetic. Against their better judgment (perhaps), and with the compassion of two loving parents, and as two very good friends, they didn't try to keep us apart any more. We tried to hide our feelings, but by then everyone could tell. I know my telling may make it seem like we were pretty indiscreet, but we were actually pretty careful. No one ever caught us making love. We finally started going out on real dates, and we just kept on getting closer, and our lovemaking just kept on getting better and better. Every time we made love, we liked it more. Finally, a couple months after Kate's twentieth birthday, we got married. Kids, money trouble, problems with people who think I'm a rotten S.O.B. for marrying a young girl, and so on. Yet we are still happy, still have incredibly fulfilling sex, and are just as deeply in love now as we were on that first passionate kitchen encounter. We still absolutely hate being apart. As we get older we are finding that we're starting to think about opening our own business so that we don't ever have to be apart again. Eat your heart out, you jealous ones. And for those of you who understand, may you be as lucky as Kate and Me. ### Author: the BEAR (email address not valid anymore, unfortunately) -- CJ I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |