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Author's note: If you are looking for wall-to-wall sex, look elsewhere.  
This book is a romance with a military setting.  Beyond that, the sex is 
comparable to - or less than - what one would find in almost any work of 
popular fiction.

Permission is granted to post on any free site, as long as the copyright 
statement is included. Please advise the author of any such postings.

This story - or novella - was posted earlier in the year.  Subsequently 
I've learned more about posting in the interest of easy downloading and 
readability. This is Chapter 6 of 7.

Comments are welcome and encouraged.  Please address me at 
morg105829@aol.com.

Susan Jennings

Copyright by Morgan 1992, 1998; All rights reserved.

Chapter 6

It was mid December now, and Susan's bandages had long since 
disappeared.  She was moving freely now that the pain from the embedded 
bullets was gone.  Moreover, she and Ginny had continuing competitions 
in everything from weight lifting to tennis, to swimming, to golf.  The 
love and mutual respect between the two beautiful young women was a 
delight both to them and to everyone with whom they had contact.  All of 
Ginny's friends knew the story well and they all rejoiced in the way 
Susan had blossomed.

When the two young women went out together which was often, they 
attracted the stares of everyone around.  First, at five feet eight, 
both women were quite tall.  Beyond that, though, their figures were 
utterly perfect and they were incredible beauties, Virginia Cameron with 
her magnificent auburn hair and emerald-green eyes, and Susan Jennings 
with her hair like newly-minted yellow gold and the most brilliant blue 
eyes anyone had ever seen.  Moreover, the two women truly adored one 
another and took every opportunity to exchange kisses.  Whenever their 
lips met, the two both felt an incredible flow of the purest love and 
joy.  Finally, both women were very intelligent, well read and very well 
informed.  Before long the two found themselves temporarily in demand 
for appearances on daytime talk shows - until it was learned that 
neither woman was at all "politically correct."

Late one afternoon Ginny said, "Let's go inside, shall we?  In spite of 
almost being Christmas, it's awfully hot."  With a grimace she added, 
"In fact it reminds me of that late, unlamented POW camp."  Going into 
the cool house they went on to Ginny's bedroom.  Once there, Ginny 
suddenly stopped in front of a full-length mirror.  Susan had to stop 
suddenly to keep from walking into her.  Since both women were nude 
having been soaking up the sun, Ginny just said casually, "Take a look.  
You don't really look half bad, little sister."  The two girls had been 
tanning nude, Ginny because she liked to, and Susan because Mike was 
concerned that the tiny scars from the surgery might be revealed as 
white lines on a tan.  They were not.  His work had been utterly 
perfect: There were no marks of any kind showing on Susan's now-perfect 
body.

Susan looked at her reflection in the mirror and was stunned.  She did 
not recognize the girl looking back at her.  The girl in the mirror had 
perfectly formed tits with tiny upthrusting nipples.  Her stomach was 
flat, her hips were slim, her buns were small and tight, and her long 
legs were feminine perfection.  With her golden tan, and hair the color 
of newly minted yellow gold, Susan was a vision in shades of gold.  The 
only color was the incredibly bright red of her lips - even without any 
lipstick - and the brilliant blue of her eyes.  Susan Jennings was now 
utterly exquisite and, in a whisper, Ginny told her so.  Then to Ginny's 
surprise she could see tears forming in the corners of Susan's eyes.  
Turning to Ginny she hugged her tightly and exclaimed, "Oh, God!  Thank 
you.  Ginny, do you think he'll like me now?  Do you?"

"Who's 'he'?" Ginny asked professing ignorance with a puzzled look on 
her face.

"Virginia Cameron, I will cheerfully kill you right now," Susan said in 
a flat tone of voice.  Then folding her arms on her chest she cocked her 
head and looked at Ginny thoughtfully.  After a few moments she nodded 
her head firmly just once and said, "Yup.  I knew it.  I should have 
eaten the damned nutrition bars myself instead of wasting them on you.  
This is all it got me."

Dropping the act, Ginny enveloped Susan in her arms, hugged her tightly 
and then melted her lips against hers.  There was an instantaneous 
two-way flow of pure love as the two women poured out their hearts to 
one another.  In a whisper Ginny said, "My darling Susan, I adore you.  
I hope you know that."  Then pulling away she pretended to glare at Sue 
and said in her normal tone of voice, "Susan Jennings, what *is* your 
problem?  He loved you in Vietnam when you were cut to ribbons and as 
thin as a rail, didn't he?"  Susan just nodded once.  "He's not blind," 
Ginny continued.  "You are one of the most beautiful women alive in the 
world today.  I know he will love you!"

Apparently changing the subject, Ginny said, "Incidentally, before I 
forget, Mike and I are going off to the Islands - *without you*!" she 
said with her nose in the air.  She sniffed and interjected, "This is to 
show that I can too make love to Mike Chapman without you giving me 
directions!"  Then she just hugged Susan tightly and kissed her again 
murmuring, "I adore you, Sue."  Back to her original line she said, "It 
will be a sort of pre-wedding honeymoon.  Since we want to give Maria 
time off to visit her family in Mexico over the holidays, the house will 
be sort of empty.  Anyway, I checked with Rick Jackson and he said his 
apartment is empty.  He has been traveling a lot and he would be very 
happy to have you use his apartment while we - and he - are gone."  With 
her eyes wide she asked, "Sue, do you mind?"

"Of course not, silly!" Sue replied with a grin.  "When can I get into 
his apartment?  And where is the key, for that matter?"

Ginny swallowed hard, reached into her purse, and pulled out a ring of 
keys.  "This is the key to the apartment," she said.  Pulling out 
another she continued, "This is the key to the BMW, and this is the one 
for the Porsche.  I would drive the Bimmer myself - it's much easier to 
handle.  Both are ready for you now, though, and the choice is yours."  
Going through an envelope she had produced she added, "Oops, I forgot 
something.  This is for you, too.  Rick said you should open your own 
bank account."  Then she passed the very fat manilla envelope to Susan.

The girl opened it and found a stack of one-hundred-dollar bills.  It 
contained five hundred - there was fifty thousand dollars.  Susan looked 
at the money and then up at Ginny, utterly bewildered.  "I can't take 
this, Gin.  Really, I can't."

Ginny just slowly shook her head and said, "Sue, you really can't 
appreciate how much money Rick Jackson has.  Suffice it to say a lot 
more than this just spills off the edge of the table every day.  To him, 
that is a couple of days' grocery money.  Okay?  Please use it like it 
is.  Please?"

Susan packed her things, kissed Ginny and Mike, and remembered to wish 
Maria Merry Christmas in Spanish.  Maria smiled broadly when she heard, 
Felices Navidad! and gave Susan a warm kiss.

"The señorita is very beautiful.  You always very beautiful, but now..."  
She gave Susan another warm kiss and retreated to the kitchen with tears 
streaming down her cheeks.

When Susan Jennings arrived at Rick Jackson's apartment, she didn't know 
what to expect.  She found it had been completely redecorated from the 
time she had been there before her operations.  It was spotless.  Since 
there was only one bedroom, she unpacked there.  Finding a whole empty 
chest of drawers, she carefully unpacked her new clothes.  Now she was 
wearing sizes she had last worn just before going to Vietnam.

Susan spent the next few days stocking the apartment.  While doing it 
she found a note from Rick suggesting that she open an account at the 
bank branch across the street from his apartment.  The manager's name 
was Mr. Smith.  He turned out to be very nice.  He told her that there 
was already money at the bank waiting for her.  Moreover, he said, the 
headquarters branch was transferring money to her account at the rate of 
$50,000 per week and Susan had not even signed the bank's signature 
cards yet!  Poor Mr. Smith was terribly upset.  After Susan carefully 
signed all of his forms he felt much better.  Finally he gave her all 
the charge cards and bank ATM cards made out in her name that had been 
waiting there for her.

Susan decided to buy a Christmas tree.  She could not even remember how 
long it had been since she had had the last one.  After calling several 
places listed in the Yellow Pages, she finally found a place that 
claimed to have a lovely blue spruce.  At least they said it was lovely, 
and when she saw it, she agreed it really was.  After buying lights, 
ornaments, tinsel and a Nativity set, she was about to return to the 
apartment when she saw something else.

On a whim she bought a set of Lionel electric trains.  It was complete, 
so over the next few days she worked on her tree and her electric 
trains.  It was truly a labor of love.  Sue managed to assemble the 
train with its switches and men and dumping cars.  Then she spent hours 
on her knees playing with it under her now-beautifully decorated 
Christmas tree.  Finally she went food shopping.  With all of her 
preparations complete, she even spent two full days making and 
decorating Christmas cookies.  Susan was delighted to find that the 
apartment now had a fully-equipped gym she could use for her daily 
workouts.  Otherwise, she thought, she would have blown up like a 
balloon.

Shortly before Christmas, acting on a whim she called Jim Reading, the 
hair stylist who had worked on her in the hospital.  He remembered her 
instantly and asked when he could work on her hair again.  Susan told 
him that was why she had called him.  He told her to come right down to 
the studio, so she did.  When she arrived, he looked at her and just 
shook his head.  "Susan Jennings, you are incredibly, utterly beautiful!  
It is a real pleasure for me and my people to have the opportunity to 
work on you.  Come on in!"

He worked on her for three hours.  When he finished, he spun the chair 
around so she could see herself.  Susan looked at her reflection and was 
disappointed.  "Jim," she said, "It.... It... It still looks like... me.  
Aren't you going to do something dramatic to make me look beautiful... 
or something?"

Reading just smiled and slowly shook his head.  "Susan Jennings, we do 
that a lot.  Sometimes, even, because the rôle requires it, we might 
even cut off all the hair and shave a skull.  Far more often, though, we 
work to draw attention away from something.  You are as genuinely 
beautiful a girl as I have ever seen.  Incidentally, that includes 
Marcia Matthews who had the natural-beauty record around here until you 
appeared."

He shook his head and continued, "Just look at your hair.  It is full, 
full-bodied, naturally wavy...  It is just exquisite.  I hope you like 
the way I styled it.  I think you should have a little more than 
ordinary length, but I guess I am prejudiced.  I would like to see you 
as Lady Godiva naked with only your glorious hair falling all the way 
down to your waist!"

Reaching out her hand, Susan took his.  "Thank you, Jim.  It really does 
look beautiful.  And thank you for the kind words."  Then with a little 
smile she asked, "Now how much do I owe you?"

"Not a penny!  It's been a real pleasure for both me and my people.  
Incidentally, speaking of pennies, Penny Watts, the makeup director you 
met at the hospital, knows you are coming in today.  She asked me to ask 
you to do her a big favor and please stop by her place before you leave.  
Do you have a few extra minutes?"  Susan told him that she had no plans 
at all.  After thanking him again and wishing him a merry Christmas, she 
went off to find Penny.

Following Jim's directions, a few minutes later she knocked on Penny's 
door.  The woman opened it, took her hand and then set her in a makeup 
chair.  One of her people started giving Susan a manicure while Penny 
worked on her face.  There were hot towels, cold towels, packs of every 
kind - in short, everything.  Susan decided that this time they were 
really going to do a job.  She giggled as she felt her shoes being 
removed so she could be given a pedicure.  There was a great deal of 
discussion regarding the precise shade of nail enamel to be used.  Of 
course, Susan was not consulted.

Finally they finished and Penny whipped the sheet off Susan's body with 
a flourish and spun the chair so she could see herself in the mirror.  
Susan's face fell when she looked at herself.  It was the same face she 
always saw in the mirror; there had been no change.  Looking down at her 
fingertips, she saw that her nails were a beautiful Christmas red, and 
there was a tiny bit of the same color on her lips, but that was all she 
could see.

"But...  but what did you do, Penny?  Why don't I look different?" Susan 
asked.

The woman just smiled warmly and said, "I cleansed your face, freshened 
it, dried it, put a tiny bit of powder on the tip of your nose and 
tinted your lips.  You're done."  With a broad smile she continued, "I 
understand you had a similar conversation with Jim.  All I can say is 
women wear makeup because they have to, not because they like it.  Susan 
Jennings, if everyone who came in here was like you, I would be out of 
business.  Fortunately, almost none are.  There are only two that I know 
of: you and Marcia.  And I suppose it's only right that the two most 
beautiful women in Hollywood are best friends..."

Suddenly Penny interrupted herself.  "No!" she exclaimed.  "You're not 
friends.  You're...  you're...  sisters!"  With a delighted look on her 
face, the woman clapped her hands and exclaimed, "That's it, isn't it?  
You adore each other, don't you."  Then she shook her head slowly and 
continued, "You know what?  Even sisters doesn't quite do it.  The 
intensity of your love for each other is truly remarkable."  Taking 
Susan's hands in both of hers, Penny just looked intently into Susan's 
eyes.  "You offered your life to save hers, didn't you?"  Susan tried to 
demur but Penny insisted.  Finally, with the greatest reluctance Sue 
nodded her head just once.

Changing the subject dramatically, Penny asked innocently, "By the way, 
who is the poor guy?"

Pretending ignorance, Sue just shook her head.  This, in turn, caused 
Penny to archly raise an eyebrow.  "Young lady, I should have said it 
earlier.  You look utterly spectacular right now.  We were all so 
delighted to hear that the operations were completely successful.  Now 
the perfection of your body matches that of your face."  Shaking her had 
sadly, Penny said, "The poor guy!  He doesn't have a chance."

"What poor guy?" Susan asked.

The poor guy you're getting all fixed up for.  Will you see him on 
Christmas?" Penny asked shrewdly.

Susan's face fell as she replied, "I don't know, Penny.  Honest.  I 
really don't.  I desperately hope so, though.  But why do you ask?"

"Because the poor slob doesn't have a chance."  Then she gave Susan a 
small bag and said, "I have some more lipstick and nail enamel for you 
to take home.  I'll see you in a month or so.  Just call Jim Reading and 
he'll let me know you're coming.  And, Susan, have a very merry 
Christmas!"  Like Jim, Penny waved away any payment.

When she got home, Susan looked at herself carefully in a mirror and 
decided she looked very good.  Only then did it occur to her that she 
was pleased with her appearance and really had not been for years - 
since before she had been sent to Vietnam.

Finally it was Christmas eve.  Susan was curled up in a chair reading a 
book - or trying to.  Although it was a very good book, she was unable 
to get into it.  Instead she found that her eyes were just moving across 
the lines of type while her brain was preoccupied with thoughts of Rick 
Jackson.  Please, dear God!  she prayed, Make him come to see me.  
Checking her watch she found it was already after eleven o'clock.  She 
had just about given up hope when there was a knock at the door.  
Catapulting herself out of the chair, she ran to the door and threw it 
open.  Rick was standing there in the hall.

When the door was thrown open, Rick could only stare at the 
golden-blonde apparition standing in front of him.  Then there were the 
most brilliant blue eyes Rick had ever seen on anyone.  Thank God that 
the hair and eyes don't change, he thought.  Otherwise I would never 
recognize her.  With a little smile he said, "Hi, Susan.  Do you 
remember me?  I know it's awfully late, but may I come in?"

Instead of stepping back to welcome him in, Susan hurled herself at him, 
threw her arms around his neck and began to kiss him.  As she worked her 
lips on his and the electricity flowed between them, he could feel her 
trying to mash her body against his.  He almost fell over from the power 
of her unleashed passion.  Finally they separated to breathe.

With her lips only inches away from his ear she whispered, "Welcome 
home, my darling.  Merry Christmas!" Suddenly Susan completely lost 
control and started to cry like a baby.  "Oh, my darling, I love you 
so!" she cried.  Rick lifted her up in his arms, carried her to an easy 
chair and sat down with Susan on his lap.

Immediately she began to undress him, throwing his clothes on the floor.  
Then she stripped off her own things and moved as far from him as she 
could while still sitting on his lap.  "Do... do... do you approve, my 
darling?" she asked.  "How can I be better for you?"  Rick just looked 
at the utter perfection of Susan's fully revealed body.  Reaching out, 
he began to just lightly run his fingertips all over her.  For her part, 
she just closed her eyes and reveled in his wonderful touch.  Now Susan 
was completely naked while Rick only had his pants on.  Again he picked 
her up and carried her, this time into the bedroom.  With a giggle, 
while still being held in his arms, Susan pulled the covers off the bed.  
Rick laid her down on it but then, to her dismay, disappeared from the 
room.

A few minutes later he reappeared, this time with a bottle of champagne 
in an ice bucket along with two flutes.  He had also shed his trousers 
so now he was only wearing his shorts.  Setting down the beverages, he 
stripped off his shorts and just stood beside the bed with his cock now 
huge and proudly erect.  "Do you approve, my darling?" he asked, 
repeating her words from a few minutes earlier.  "How can I be better 
for you?" he asked.

"If you really want to know," she replied with a wonderfully salacious 
grin, "you can make love to me right this instant!" He jumped onto the 
bed, took her into his arms and began to kiss her soft lips.  As he did, 
Susan maneuvered her body to enable her to ease his cock into her 
sopping wet sheath.  When he entered her, she increased the intensity of 
her kisses and made wonderfully satisfied noises deep in her body.  In 
spite of their shared desire to prolong their initial lovemaking, their 
passion was too great.  In just moments, both were in the throes of 
uncontrollable orgasms.  His cum flooded her vaginal cavity and the 
power of her own orgasm caused her to lose consciousness.  Still wrapped 
in each others arms, they went to sleep with the champagne sitting 
untouched beside the bed.

* * *

Susan was awakened on Christmas morning by a wonderful sensation.  
Although the couple had fallen asleep wrapped in each others arms - or, 
more accurately collapsed from sexual exhaustion - as she became more 
aware she realized that again her head was on Rick's shoulder and his 
large hand was cupping her right tit.  Her breast, now very firm and 
full, was being gently squeezed.  Her hand was on his so she pressed 
down causing him to squeeze her breast even harder.  Looking up at his 
face she whispered, "My darling, this is a first for you.  There is 
really something there to squeeze this time.  Do you like it?"

"My darling, I love you," Rick said softly.  "I have from the very first 
day.  You are so incredibly beautiful, but you always were.  I remember 
a girl who was so badly cut up she couldn't bear any physical contract, 
yet wanted to make love with me.  There has never been anything like it 
in my experience," he whispered.  "Sue, the operations were really for 
you, not for me.  I now know that you have been in intense pain from 
carrying those bullets around for years, and I'm so happy for you that 
they - and the continual pain - are gone.  But, Darling, as far as 
appearance, I love you however you look."  Then looking deeply into her 
eyes he asked, "Do you remember what you did that time in the cave?"

"You mean getting on top?" she asked lovingly.  "Impaling myself on that 
gigantic thing between your legs?  Splitting myself in two?  Is that 
what you mean?"  Rick was concerned about her characterization of the 
size of his sex.  He knew he was large, but now he was concerned.  
Before he could say anything, though, she said, "Of course I remember.  
How could I ever forget?"  Then sweeping off the covers she knelt 
astride his body and asked, "Would you like me to do it again?"  Without 
waiting for a reply, she slid down on his body so she could take his 
cock into her mouth.  Kissing it and sucking it caused it almost 
instantly to extend to gigantic proportions.  Meanwhile his fingertips 
were roving all over her incredibly smooth skin and feeling her muscles 
right below the surface of her satin skin respond to his touch.  Moving 
back up on his body she carefully positioned the red head of his raging 
erection at the mouth of her vagina and then eased herself down on it.  
She could feel her cunt being stretched to accommodate his huge girth, 
and later, as she took its great length inside her, Susan could feel it 
stretching her cunt in length as well.

"Darling," Rick exclaimed, "I'm ripping you in half!" With that he tried 
to lift her off him to relieve her pain but she wrapped her legs around 
him and refused to budge.  "Please stop, Sue!  You'll be killed."

"I will like hell!" she exclaimed.  "Richard Jackson, when I was 
starving and was tempted to try to sell my body, I remembered this.  If 
I could take you when I was nothing but a torn-up bag of bones, I sure 
as hell can take you now.  And I did!" She wiggled her internal muscles 
and just reveled in the feelings in her cunt.  "My darling, I can't tell 
you how wonderful this feels."  Then she leaned forward and kissed him 
softly.  Again there was the electricity flowing between them.  "Merry 
Christmas, my darling," she whispered.  "Can my body be my present to 
you?  You've been running your fingers over me, but you haven't really 
felt the merchandise.  I think it's pretty nice now.  I just hope it's 
nice enough for you."  Sitting up straight while still impaled on his 
raging cock, she cradled her tits and said, "My boobs are nice and firm, 
although you probably want them bigger.  Do you?"

Rick caressed her body, moved her hands away, and cupped her beautiful 
tits in his own.  As he seemed to weigh them in his hands he looked 
thoughtful.  "These are pretty good.  In fact, Sue, they are utterly 
perfect.  I love you this way."  Then he smiled softly and added, "But I 
love you any way."  Then his face grew serious and he looked up into her 
eyes.  "Darling, there was something else you said at the press 
conference.  You said you went berserk when I was hit by a mortar round 
because you didn't care to go on living.  Did you really mean what you 
said?"

"Yes, I did," she replied softly.  Then she leaned forward with his cock 
still splitting her insides so that she could hold him close.  "Rick, I 
love you more than life itself.  When I saw you hit and go down, I 
thought you were dead.  At that point, life was no longer worth living.  
I had lost you."  Raising her head again, she looked into his eyes and 
said, "I asked you before, Rick, but I was a wreck, then.  My darling, 
may I continue to live here with you?  Could I be your cook and 
housekeeper and maid and..."

He just sadly shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Susan, but my wife 
wouldn't like it, I'm afraid."

At that instant, Susan almost died.  Rick's heart turned over as he saw 
her eyes instantly go dead.  "But... but... I could be her maid, too," 
she said slowly.  "I could prepare her for your glorious cock.  I could 
clean out her cunt with my mouth...  Ginny says I am really very 
talented..."

"Susan," Rick interrupted, "Did you say you would do anything to make me 
happy?  Anything at all?"

"Of course, Rick," she replied, puzzled.

"That's what I thought you said," he continued.  "That's why you're 
going to be my wife.  We will get someone else to be the maid, the cook, 
and so forth.  You, wench, will spend all your time in bed with your 
legs spread wide!" Pretending to glare at her he said, "And for that 
matter, young lady, I think you have something of mine inside you.  Are 
you just going to sit there?"  Susan grinned and began to move her 
pelvis slowly.

For Rick it was as if his cock were enclosed in a very tight, very moist 
glove.  He could feel the walls of her vagina rhythmically squeezing his 
trapped cock and creating the most marvelous sensations as she did.  
Continuing, she reached one orgasm, and another, and still more.  Yet at 
the same time, whenever Rick would get close to achieving his own 
release, she would subtly change her tempo to prolong her pleasure.  
Each time Rick felt he was going higher and higher.  He felt he had to 
obtain release or he would internally explode, but she kept him from it, 
although his internal pressures continued to build reaching intolerable 
levels..  Finally, even her changed motion could no longer control him 
and he exploded inside her.  When he did, the incredible sensations 
caused both of their nervous systems to short out.  Both Susan and Rick 
lost consciousness, with Susan just collapsing on top of him.

Later they regained consciousness but remained the way they were.  The 
two giggled as they reached down to try to rescue some bedcovers and 
finally recovered enough to cover and warm them both.  At that point 
they went back to sleep with Rick's cock still inside her.  When they 
awakened, they were still wrapped in each others arms.  Without moving, 
Rick said, "I'm waiting for my answer."

"What answer, Darling?" Sue replied.

"If you will marry me," he explained.

"But Darling, I gave you my answer, or at least my cunt did.  Of course 
I will marry you.  Anytime at all."  Finally he withdrew and they rolled 
on their backs.  Susan took his hand, placed it on her favorite location 
cupping her tit, and with her hand on top very lightly stroking the back 
of his.  In just moments they were both back to sleep.

When Rick next awakened he realized that the bed was empty.  Going into 
the bathroom he showered and shaved, then put on a bathrobe and went in 
search of Susan.  He found her in the kitchen naked, just putting the 
finishing touches on a breakfast feast she had prepared.  When he came 
in she just stood up straight and put her shoulders back to cause her 
tits to thrust upward.  Taking her into his arms, he melted his lips to 
hers while he ran his fingers over the satin smoothness that was her 
body.  Then holding her face between his hands he whispered, "Susan 
Jennings, you are beyond belief.  You are so beautiful, it's sinful!" 
Again they kissed and he could feel the love just flowing between them.  
When he saw that her eyes were shining with tears, he asked her what was 
wrong.

"Nothing, my Darling," she replied.  "I am just so happy I can't stand 
it.  It almost hurts!  I love you so much I'm afraid my heart will burst 
from sheer happiness."  Pushing him away she smiled warmly and said, "On 
the other hand, I'm afraid you might think that I'm trying to starve 
you.  Since I know firsthand how painful that can be, I took steps.  I 
hope you're at least a little bit hungry."

When he replied that he didn't want food, he just wanted her, Susan 
grinned and said, "But, sir!  I am the dessert course."

They spent an utterly delightful Christmas day.  At Susan's insistence 
they got dressed and went to Mass.  As they walked toward the nearby 
church, Rick realized it was the very first time he and Susan had ever 
walked together.  With her long legs and naturally long stride, she 
maintained his natural pace with ease.  In fact, it appeared to be hers 
as well.  It was amusing to see the reaction of people they passed on 
the street.  Both men and women were utterly dazzled by Susan's 
incredible beauty, heightened today by the great love she was feeling 
for Rick which made her more beautiful still.

For her part, she was utterly oblivious to the looks she was receiving.  
All she cared about was the man whose arm she was holding.  During the 
Mass at the point where the priest asks the congregation to exchange a 
sign of peace, Susan turned towards Rick who had his hand out.  Ignoring 
his hand, she rested her hand lightly behind his head, cocked it 
slightly, and then kissed him with all the power she could unleash.  
Poor Rick almost passed out.  When she removed her lips she continued to 
hold him until his eyes focused again.  Then she asked innocently, "Was 
that peaceful enough?"

Returning to the apartment, Rick discovered the electric trains and 
spent most of the rest of the day playing with them.  He claimed it was 
the greatest Christmas gift he had ever received since he was eight 
years old.  "But, Darling," Susan protested, "they're mine, not yours!"  
Rick just grinned.

Whenever she could pry him away from the toys, Susan took him into the 
bedroom to make love.  Once, though, she just lay with her back on the 
floor and her pelvis supported with a couple of pillows.  While Rick 
continued to play with the trains, she eased his cock into her cunt and 
murmured, "Now we can both play."

Later Susan served the dinner she had planned in her mind for weeks.  
Although she had originally intended to wear a beautiful dress she had 
bought just for the occasion, she ended serving the dinner nude.  Rick 
found he adored being able to look at her gorgeous tits with their tiny 
pink nipples staring at him from across the table.

Finally late that evening they were in bed together after the most 
exquisite lovemaking of the day.  Susan had her head on his shoulder and 
his hand was cupping her breast while they both regained their breath.  
Finally Rick said, "Sue, you didn't even ask me what I was going to give 
you for Christmas.  Aren't you even interested?"  He sounded like his 
feelings had been hurt.

Susan was now sufficiently confident in his love that she teased him.  
"I am interested, Richard, but I am no longer speaking to you.  You 
stole my electric trains!"

"If you're not speaking to me," Rick replied skeptically, "What was that 
action a few minutes ago?"

"That," she said with her nose in the air, "was my cunt."  Turning her 
head to be able to look directly into his gray eyes she said, "And I'm 
mad at you about that, too.  Before you came, Richard Jackson, my cunt 
was a nice, sweet, petite size.  Now, in only twenty-four hours, it's 
extra large.  You are stretching me completely out of shape!" She 
sniffed and then returned to his original question.  "Regardless, I do 
not talk with my cunt, I talk with my mouth.  And in spite of being 
stretched out of shape, my poor cunt is on very warm, close, and loving 
terms with your magnificent cock.  It feels utterly glorious, even 
though I probably won't even be able to walk tomorrow."  With her nose 
in the air, Susan sniffed loudly and continued, "Nevertheless, you stole 
my electric trains!  I don't think I will ever speak to you again.  They 
are the only electric trains I've ever had."

Rick just grinned, slid towards the side of the bed and took a gaily 
wrapped little box from the drawer in the night table.  Giving it to 
Susan he said, "My darling, I am still speaking to you, and I have 
something for you.  I hope you like it."  She opened the box and found 
an utterly magnificent diamond engagement ring.  Slipping it on the 
third finger of her left hand, it fitted perfectly.  Then he kissed her 
passionately and asked, "Will you join me on a trip to Hawaii?  I 
thought we might go out for New Year's and spend a month or so.  
Interested?"

"My darling," she replied softly, "I am interested in absolutely 
anything as long as you are with me.  It sounds utterly divine."  Then 
she pretended to glare at him again and added, "I'm still not sure I 
forgive you for stealing my electric trains, though."



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