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First Impressions Chapter 5

By Gary

(ScFi, Mf, cons oral safe) Copyright 2001

My nearly standard disclaimer:  If you aren't supposed to be
reading this because of your age, or where you live, then I don't
want you to read this, either.  It isn't that I believe 'minors'
don't have prurient thoughts or engage in 'adult' activities.  I
know damned well that they do.  It IS that there are laws which
could get both of us (but mainly ME) in trouble.

   If you have specific suggestions for this or subsequent chapters,
   feel free to contact me by sending e-mail to Pjcocoa@aol.com.  I
   like regular feedback, too.  It's the only payment I get.  Let me
   extend my gratitude to those who have written and to Denny, my
   editor (and assistant muse), without whom this story would not
   exist.

                   First Impressions - Chapter 5

The race down the hallway had allowed me a moment to restore some
self-control, though no struggle in my life had been so difficult.
Leaning back against my closed bedroom door (was my hand *really*
fumbling with the lock?), I closed my eyes to Elaine's hurried
shedding and prepared to make one last attempt at restoring "good
order and discipline."

Elaine spoke first.  "There's an image I get from you
sometimes..." That was no revelation.  Probably the fiery pits of
hell, where I knew I was going. She caught that and laughed. "No!
In the one I'm talking about, you are here, in this bed, and me and
my friends are around you.  Pat is outside, sucking the blood from
a squirrel as all the fire lizards watch, humming." Oh. *That*
image.

"I know what you've been thinking, if not the exact words.  You've
convinced yourself you have a year, and I'll be eighteen before Pat
or Julie rises to mate."

Saved!  She had made my argument for me.

"What you've forgotten is that Pat and Julie are not queens."  I
could feel laughter and mischief and no small amount of lust, even
with my eyes tightly shut.  "Greens rise earlier and more often."
With that smug pronouncement, I missed the last exit ramp, and the
highway to hell became an eight lane expressway, all downhill.

I opened my eyes.  Elaine was just removing her panties from her
left ankle - she threw them at me.  In a sudden burst of modesty,
she yanked back the bedclothes and insinuated herself beneath the
top sheet.

Taking a deep breath, I picked up her scattered clothing and
folded or draped each item neatly over my dressing chair.  Then I
sat and removed my shoes and socks, keeping eye contact the while.
As I slowly undressed, folding each article, I felt Elaine's
impatience, her building anticipation, her frustration with my pace
and my anal behavior towards the clothes. I didn't change my
actions; I was savoring each feeling and hoped that she would feel
that, too.

Down to just my tented boxers, I said, "Maybe I should brush my
teeth..."

That was it for Elaine.  Groaning in frustration, she shut her
eyes and thrust her hands beneath the covers.  Before she opened
them again, I was naked and between the covers.  I grabbed her
wrists and pulled her hands to my chest.  "That's *my* job," I
whispered.

"Yessss," she hissed back, "but you're not *doing* your job!"

"A good worker gathers his tools first and checks out the
workbench before plunging right in to work," I countered.

"WhatEVER," she ejaculated, already tired of the work metaphor.
"Hurry!"

I had one more workmanlike thought, and had to share it. "Elaine,
this worker has no hardhat."  I raised one of her hands to my lips,
and sucked in her index finger.

"What does that mean?" she breathed, squirming beside me.  The
feelings she projected through our fire lizards threatened to
destroy my self control.

"No rubbers.  No condoms.  Are you on the pill?"

"NOooo." It was a groan of utter frustration tinged with fear and
panic - and wild lust threatening to overwhelm both.

I laughed.  I shouldn't have - the pain that laugh evoked let me
know that as surely as if I'd stubbed my little toe.  It killed the
laugh the same way that act would, too. I released a wrist and
brought the backs of my fingernails to the available breast,
stroking slowly around the nipple.  Elaine gasped, and an instant
later so did I.  I knew what felt good, without her vocalizations.
What had taken years with my wife was instantly apparent with
Elaine.  I lowered my head to suckle the stiffening nipple.

Elaine fought against her arousal, her fear of pregnancy nearly as
great as her need for satisfaction.  "We - we - we - ", she tried
to say can't, but the word was cut off each time by a gentle
nibble. "Ohhhhhhhh," she said instead.

"Elaine," I whispered hoarsely, "sex is only one way to make love.
There are others that won't make you pregnant." I let her chew on
that as I returned to gently chewing on her nipple.  I pictured my
head buried between her upraised thighs while I moved my hand in
that direction.  The pleasure level leapt; the fear was replaced by
uncertainty and a feeling I couldn't place.  If pressed for a word
image, I'd have said, "*Nasty*."

My fingers reached her mound, lingered briefly while testing the
texture, then slid middle first into a lake of moisture between her
outer lips.  Above, I switched breasts and techniques, licking her
areola and lipping her nipple; below, I teased open her inner lips
and at the bottom of each stroke dipped briefly into the forbidden
channel.  Her knees had in fact risen to the position I'd pictured.
My thumb began to circle and brush lightly over her clit.

I have read stories in which the writer says, "I didn't know where
her body ended and mine began."  Language, even as florid as that,
is *so* inadequate. I *felt* Elaine's/my hand clutch the sheets; I
*felt* my tongue flick her/my nipple; I *felt* my thumb caress
her/my clit (*_my_ clit?*).  I felt our minds begin to shatter as
I/we soared away.

Her orgasm gave her no warning - her reaction gave me just enough.
If you could concentrate really hard in the white-hot glare of
intensly broadcast imagery, feeling, and emotion, you could block
it out.  The effort was almost as draining as what you were trying
to block, but that hard-won knowledge was interesting of itself. I
doubted I'd ever want to block an orgasm again, but holding off was
a habit from my previous sex life.  It had seemed important at the
time.

But not now.

                                -=-

Jay opened the front door slowly and listened a moment before
entering.  Hearing nothing, she grabbed the orange juice bottle
from the porch rail and walked in, closing the door with her foot.
She let her eyes adjust to the sharp contrast between interior and
exterior lighting, then took a glance around.  Her dad and her best
friend were not in the living room or the dining room - probably in
the kitchen.  She had stayed away long enough that it was time for
dad to make lunch.

She crossed the arbitrary boundary between the living room and the
dining room when she heard the wail from down the hallway to the
bedrooms.  It sent a shiver of fear down her spine.  The louder
"Yes!" trailing into another wail sent a different type of shiver
to erase the first.  "All right, dad!" she smiled. She continued to
the kitchen to deposit the Diet Coke and orange juice in the
refrigerator.  Passing through the dining room, she noted the
nearly empty glasses and the empty Jack Daniels bottle.

In the kitchen, she checked her pockets.  More than enough change
to buy lunch somewhere.  She didn't think her dad would mind.
Smiling, she left through the back door.

                                -=-

In the afterglare of that passion, Elaine began to coalesce again
into a thinking, rather than feeling, being once again.  I
struggled to toss off covers and position my face where we had
imagined it.  When I sensed Elaine returning, I began the first
licks, avoiding her too-sensitive clit but covering her pussy from
end to end with saliva.

And she was still sensitive everywhere.  The spittle on her
nipples was drying, the cooling effect still providing a stimulus
there.  My tongue took her back to the edge, dragging me along with
it.  When her clit peeked again from its hood and I flicked my
tongue at it, it was as though I was giving me a blowjob.  And when
I sucked - this time we soared away together.

My next conscious thought was that it was difficult to breathe in
this humid place.  Then I remembered where that humid place was,
and raised my head a little, trying to focus.  My next thought was
that there was a hair on my tongue, but when I tried to position a
hand to let me scrape it off, the knuckles rubbed against sweaty,
lubricious flesh.  Elaine groaned, "Nooooo mooooore."

I tried to pull free, but first had to disentangle Elaine's legs,
crossed behind my head.  She was as limp as string.  I rolled to
one side, then straightened her legs.  I was limp, too, and copious
evidence of my climax adorned the edge of the bed.  As I crawled up
to hold Elaine in my arms, I had to displace three fire lizards who
were caressing her face with ther heads, their eyes slowly swirly
in shades of green and blue.

With an arm across her chest below her breasts, I fell into a
contented sleep.

                                -=-

   Linda watched her television alone in her room.  She had a few
   hours before her shift at McDonald's, so she killed time by
   painting her toenails and tending to her fire lizard.  She loved
   the way Ricky's blue skin shone when it was freshly oiled, and
   Ricky always communicated to her the pleasure he felt when she
   tended him.

   Just now, he lay atop the television, where he frequently slept
   (she thought he loved the warmth it gave off) when he was well
   fed and groomed.

   Linda began to fidget on the bed. Her boobs felt sensitive,
   almost achy, as though she were beginning her period - but that
   was a week away, she thought.  Her erect nipples pressed against
   her bra and she hunched her shoulders to reduce the pressure.

   Now her legs bagan to rub against one another.  She hardly
   noticed at first, the feelings in her breast had her so
   distracted. When she did notice - well,  she'd felt those
   feelings before, so she rose from the bed and locked her bedroom
   door, then returned to the bed, removing her panties before lying
   down, smiling.

   She unscrewed the cap of her Pond's, and dipped a couple of
   fingers, readying herself while she conjured up her favorite
   Ricky Martin fantasy.  Long before the fantasy required the
   laying on of hands, she found her hips rising and falling in
   anticipation.  She rushed the daydream to the appropriate parts
   and began to apply herself to the problem at hand.  She couldn't
   believe how hot she felt.

   The orgasm took her much earlier than normal - not that she was
   complaining, even though she normally liked to stretch the
   fantasy out.  She tried to catch her breath.  Soon she would need
   to wash her hands.

   And then it started again, while she was still breathing hard.
   That had never happened before.  And Ricky Martin was lifting her
   knees and placing his head *there*.  *That* had never happened
   before, either.  She closed her eyes and placed her fingers back
   where they were needed.  And it was good, so good.  She couldn't
   remember it ever being that good before.  She shook, and
   shivered, and gasped. Her legs dropped weakly to the bed.  And in
   her mind's eye, Ricky Martin looked up from between her legs and
   smiled -except Ricky looked exactly like Mr. B!

   As she caught her breath again, she wondered if she could tell
   anyone about her freaky daydream.  Even if she left out the parts
   about what she was doing during the dream, she'd never be able to
   face Jay again. Best she just keep this one to herself.

                                -=-

Brenda was asleep in the back seat of her father's van.  She
always ended up in the back, and usually slept on these trips into
the mountains.  Bronze Keanu slept as well, coiled around her neck
like a living necklace.  Her mother, Claire, occupied the next
bench forward, smiling tolerantly as her menfolk bonded in the
Captain's seats in front.  Her son Brian acted as navigator, not
that one was needed.  He and Brian senior talked baseball easily.

Claire thought she heard a soft moan behind her, and swivelled in
her seat to check on Brenda.  There was that moan again.

Peering closely, she could see that Brenda was still asleep.
Whatever her dream was, it was causing her daughter no pain - she
was smiling and her breathing was becoming faster.

Claire blushed slightly and smiled.  She'd had a few of those
dreams herself.  Still smiling, she turned to the front and leaned
forward.  She caressed Brian senior's arm fondly, and asked if he
would mind turning up the radio?  This was one of her favorite
songs.

Brian senior took his eyes off the road just long enough to glance
at his lovely wife.  He'd never known her to care for country
music, especially Shania Twain.  She just smiled back so he turned
it up.

When Claire checked Brenda again some time later, she was sleeping
quietly.  She had a huge smile on her face.

                                -=-

   Jessica had sort of fibbed when she said she had to be home
   early, but no one had questioned her.  Her parents thought she
   was at Jay's house, and didn't expect her home until one-ish.
   Instead, she had driven over to Brad's house.  Chandler, she sent
   home to sleep in her room, instructing him as clearly as she
   could to stay out of sight.  Brad's parents were both at work.

   They watched a movie on his VCR and did a little necking.  As
   usual, she had to firmly push his hands away during their kisses.
   If he had his way, they'd spend their time alone in his bed.
   Jessica didn't think she was quite ready for *that*.

   She had reached the point where she was about to suggest going
   out for lunch. She was enjoying a kiss, and could feel one of his
   hands easing itself around for another assault on her chastity.
   What was it with boys and boobs, anyway?

   Her nipples leapt on her chest.  She practically pushed her
   breast into his hand.  In his surprise, he merely maintained a
   firm pressure, instead of squeezing the way he thought he was
   supposed to, and Jessica moaned in his ear.

   Emboldened by his unexpected success, Brad dropped a hand into
   Jessica's lap, and was rewarded by her pelvis thrusting against
   his fingers.  He desperately wanted to unbutton her jeans, but
   her gyrations frustrated that ambition, so he settled for rubbing
   her crotch.  When she gasped and stiffened, his eyes widened in
   disbelief.  While she caught her breath, he managed to unbutton
   the jeans and lower the zipper.  When he inserted his fingers
   above her panties inside her jeans, she began panting and moaning
   and thrusting her hips at him again.

   He could not believe he was this good at it.  He could hardly
   wait to tell the other guys.

                                -=-

Donna rinsed soap from her hands with the garden hose before
turning it onto her Dad's car.  She adjusted the nozzle to a wide
spray and began to sweep it back and forth over the roof of the
car.  Elvis shrieked delightedly and cavorted in the spray,
igniting laughter from Donna.  Her only concern was that his sharp
claws might scratch the finish, but so far, Elvis had been careful.

A slight shift in the wind blew the spray back at Donna, causing
her to shiver as the tiny droplets covered the skin bared by the
modest two-piece she wore whenever she washed the car.  She wasn't
surprised by the stiffening of her nipples, but she was a bit taken
aback by the pleasant shivers that went up and down her body.

Moreover, the exciting sensations spread throughout her body.  She
leaned against the car as she sprayed, and the feelings built to a
very pleasurable level, and stayed there, before dying away
slightly.  She caught herself pushing against the fender with her
hips, and looked around to make sure that Elvis was the only
witness.

She was about to turn the hose on herself to cool off, when the
feelings peaked again.  She squirmed and pressed against the fender
again.  She kept the spray moving over the car until the feelings
passed, then walked around the car to get the other side.

She smiled.  When she was done, she'd take a nice, warm bath, she
promised herself, and see if she could repeat those pleasant
feelings, and maybe take them a little further.

                                -=-

   In the hollow of a tree, a small golden creature cocked her
   triangular head to one side, 'listening.'  The images and
   emotions were clear, if confusing.  She had tried to get back to
   her clutch, she really had.  But her wings had still been too
   weak, then. They were much better now, but the clutch had
   hatched.

   She had become accustomed to her new diet.  She still feared the
   two-legged creatures, except the one, but she did not fear the
   small furry ones, nor the strange breeds of tunnel snake that
   slithered across the grass - they had become a mainstay of her
   diet.

   But her cycle was thrown off.  She felt the stirrings to rise,
   nearly triggered by the emotions she listened to, but some
   instinct recognized that there were no bronzes of sufficient
   maturity with whom to mate, and quelled those urges.

   Soon enough, soon enough, she crooned to herself, her eyes
   twirling.

                                -=-

I woke up with a start. I was alone. I hadn't set the alarm and
the room was unlit.  But the alarm clock reassured me that it was
early evening yet.  And I was **hungry**.

But there was no way I could leave the bedroom without a shower.
Elaine's scent saturated my senses, and I became half-erect,
stumbling into my bathroom.  The hunger prevented me from becoming
more aroused.

I showered quickly and dressed even more quickly, just underwear
and my robe.  I hoped we had no unexpected company because my
stomach could not be denied.  I knew where the source of that
hunger came from, if not their physical location at this instant. I
lurched down the hallway.

Rounding the living room chair into the dining room I drew up
short.  Two pairs of teenaged eyes regarded me without betraying
anything.  Elaine was quite in control of herself.  I could not
read Jay, either.  Two closed books.  I felt the blush creep over
my entire body.

Their heads turned in synchronous motion to look at one another,
and both burst into laughter.  Only the hungry creelings of our
fire lizards distracted them.  Well, that and a 'ding' from the
microwave in the kitchen.  There was already a platter of meat on
the table - what was cooking?

I sat in back of the table, in front of the window.  Elaine
immediately seized my hand possessively, and smiled at me.  Julie
fluttered to rest on my shoulder, her cries importuning me to feed
her.  Pat, on the other hand, bird-walked to the platter on hind
legs, and speared a slice of meat.  Instead of gobbling it, as her
red eyes would normally indicate she should, she folded her wings
and carried it to Zander, who took hold with beak and claw and
ripped it in two.  They *shared* the piece.

I fed Julie and Pat.  Elaine fed Zander.  But occasionally, Zander
and Pat fed one another. Jay remarked on it as she set a chicken
and rice casserole on the hot pad.  "What's up with those two?" she
asked.

"Like rider like dragon?" Elaine asked me, an eyebrow arched.

"Like rider like dragon," I agreed solemnly.

"*What* rider?  *What* dragon?" Jay interjected, confused.

"It's an expression from Pern," Elaine explained.  "Have you read
_White Dragon_ yet?"

"No, not yet," Jay replied.  "*Some* of us actually had to study 
for finals.  Unlike some brainy nerd types I could mention."

"Speaking of finals," I started.

"All done," both teens said at once.

"They'll mail the results as part of the final report card next
week," Jay continued, spooning casserole into our plates.

"So what's the last day of school?" I asked.  Jay was used to my
forgetting 'minor details.'

Jay looked at me 'in that tone of voice' as I referred to it.  The
look that so eloquently says, "You never listen to anything I say!"
Elaine replied, "Monday is the last full day, Tuesday is a half-
day, and then school's out.  We've made up all the snow days."

I repressed an urge to once again rant about what our school
district considered 'too much snow for school.'  I had grown up in
a more northerly state, better equipped to handle snow.  But my
parents had paid significantly higher taxes there, in part to have
that capability, and teen minds would have tuned it all out as soon
as they heard, "When I was your age..."

Instead, I filled my mouth with casserole.

We three chatted while we ate.  The girls - no, the *women*, talked
of jobs and vacation plans and inquired of me for my schedule (I
was expecting a change as soon as the new man was trained).  It was
a more mature conversation than I would have expected and I
wondered if the ladies were trying to live up to their new adult
status for my benefit.

I learned that Elaine was expected to vacation at Nags Head in
North Carolina for two weeks with her family.  I felt an irrational
pang of loss for an event that had not yet occurred, and wouldn't
for some time.  She would be back two weeks before school started
again.  She smiled for that feeling, pleased that I cared so much,
and patted my hand.

Jay asked Elaine if she would be able to sleep over the following
weekend, glancing at me for my reaction.  We both blushed, while
Jay laughed.

"I think," I began, "that you should both plan on continuing your
normal social lives, which have always included visits here and at
others' homes.  Anything else might cause talk and undue attention."

Jay nodded but Elaine looked rebellious.  Jay put a hand on
Elaine's arm.  "It isn't like you won't be together, even when
you're not here."  Elaine subsided a bit.  "And I don't mind being
your lookout *sometimes*, but come on!  He's my *Dad*.  I don't
want 
to know so much about what he's doing.  He likes *his* privacy, 
too."

We did the dishes as a team, and settled in to watch a little
television before I had to go to work. Their new maturity hadn't
affected their tastes in movies, and I was treated to "The Matrix"
again.  Elaine and I snuggled on the demi-sofa while Jay stretched
out on the couch.  For once our fire lizards showed a little
independence and arranged themselves across the back of the couch.
They were beginning to sleep less between meals, as well.

Finally, I had to get ready for work.  I donned a clean uniform
and a worn pair of Sears Die Hard work boots, packed leftovers and
meat scraps for lunch, and looked for my keys.

Elaine dangled my keys from a finger.  "What'll you trade me for
these?" she asked.

I plucked the keys from her finger and pulled her into a kiss,
wrapping my encumbered arm around her and grabbing her ass with my
free hand.  We broke the kiss, laughing, when Jay told us we should
get a room.

Elaine said, her eyes twinkling, "I want you to be more careful at
work from now on.  Wear a hard hat."

"I promise," I replied.  "I'll get one."

"What time should I get in touch with you?"

I laughed. "I have things to do tonight, but you can give me a
jingle between six and seven.  Thanks for asking."

Another kiss and I was off to work.  At my paying job, that is.

                       Continued in Chapter 6
                             = = = = = 
Reference:
_The White Dragon_ by Anne McCaffrey, Volume 3 of the bestselling 
series _The Dragonriders of Pern_ (registered trademark)

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