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Subject: {ASSM} RP - The Eyes Have It (MF condom redhead) Stasya T. Canine
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The Eyes Have It
by: Stasya T. Canine 
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"Lookit the tits on that bitch." My friend and I were prowling and
eyeballing the meat that was on the sidewalk. I'd spotted a redhead
before he did and nudged him to get his attention.

"Yeah. I could see myself mattress dancing with that one." He paused
and then whispered. "Standing up. Like right now..."

"Hey, buddy, what have we got to lose? Whatsay we double team it and
winner takes all of it home?" I was grinning openly now.

"Itsa deal chump. Loser buys breakfast at the coffee shop if she
spends the night bangin' the pubes together with one of us."

"Yer on."

* * *

We sauntered over and laid the eyes on her closelike. "Hi there,
woman. We could give you a quick tour of life in these parts if ya
wants a chance to see it up close and intimate like." I tried one of
my openings on her. She looked new in the area so I figured she hadn't
heard it yet. Ya have ta start somewhere and that was one of my better
comeons.

She made a comeback insteada givin' me da bum's rush. "Really? We just
moved in and I don't know where anything is at." She smiled. "So, you
guys know where things are at around here?"

I glanced at my buddy. He was eyein' her attributes and wasn't payin'
no attention to what we was sayin'. Maybe that was why he told me
later that he thought she'd grinned just before I made my move. 'Hell,
you know I don't look at the mouth. Leastways not unless I wants her
to use it on my dick. You know that.'

Anyway, who'da thot a woman would be on the prowl and then go fer a
coupla chumps like us fer cryin' out loud?

My buddy finally spoke up. "Yeah. Well we can help you learn the
area." Hey, he's no good on the opening but he can be devastating on
the followup - if you know what I mean.

I pointed at the local hangout. "Cow guts on toast but they do
allright with it. Nice place to set and have a quiet chat. Nobody pays
attention to what goes on in the booths."

"Why not?" She tossed her head back and her hair parted to reveal blue
eyes. "I've been wandering the streets for hours and could use a
break." She shook her head back and forth and sighed. "This town is
mono-tetanus." Then she looked down at her feet. "The one thing I seem
to find everywhere is dog turds."

I looked down. "Yeah, the shoeshine guys do good here." Don't ask me.
When I look back, I still haven't figured out how I missed it. Musta
been those blue eyes.

We sat at a booth. "Coffee! The pot and two cups! Get the lady what
she wants. We're buying."

My buddy nudged me. "Where you get off with this 'we' crap? You
ordered, you buy it. Don't be spending the money I ain't got. Unless
you wanta do dishes next to me again."

I sighed. "OK, I'll pay this time. You'll have to pay up part of it if
you win. Now shut the fuck up so we don't blow it with the meat."

Neither one of figured it out at the time but while he and I were
arguing over who was gonna pay the check, the foxbitch had been
looking us over.

"So what do you boys do for a living?" She was leaning her arms on the
table and looking at me. I was losing it. I had a boner under the
table and those eyes were wide open and swallowing me.

"This and that. Odd jobs for the shopkeepers." I barely heard my
buddy. I remember thinking 'Damn, what's with this bitch? First time I
ever heard him give one an honest answer.'

"And you? Handsome?" Her voice reached down into my balls and I damn
near came right then.

"You is one fine woman. Know that?" I blurted it out. Then her
question hit me. "Oh, hell, I don't do much that's important. Run a
forklift in a warehouse. Been doing it for years." I shrugged and then
looked down. "Keeps me in enough money to stay outta the shit and have
something of a life."

I paused and then decided to plunge on. "In this area, having an
education doesn't do a person much good. There's no place to go and
nothing worth having once you find it. I haven't seen any reason to
try for something better. So, I survive with my friends."

She gazed at me and I squirmed as those babyblues examined me. "If you
found something worth keeping?"

I gazed out the window at the passerby. "Hell, woman. I don't know
what I'd do. Maybe take that transfer they offered me last year - if
it's still open. They opened a new warehouse and wanted me to run it
for them."

"I'm outta here. See ya fer breakfast. Chump." My buddy was grinning
as he left.

"OK." I blinked back into awareness of what was going on. "Huh? I
glanced at him and then at the foxbitch. She was grinning. "Oh. Hang
on just a sec. I think I might be late." I looked at those blues and
she nodded. "Yeah... Very late."

"So what do I call you? Besides 'chump'?" She was smiling slightly.

I looked away and managed to blush. "Hell. My parents gifted me with
'Spartacus Tiberius'." When I looked back, the amusement was gone from
her eyes.

"Are you?" The question was softly spoken.

I knew what she meant. You don't grow up with a name like mine -
without wondering why the hell you were saddled with it.

"Come on." I dropped enough money on the table to cover the check and
leave a tip. "Let me show you something." I waved to the waitress as
we left and got a smile in return. My companion's eyes widened when
she figured out the 'tip' was twice the amount of the bill.

"I practically live here. They let us wash dishes or otherwise earn
our meals when things are tight. You'll understand in a few minutes."

As we ambled along the sidewalk, our arms found each other's waists.
"I'm Anna. You never answered my question. If you even understood it."

"Yeah, I understood it. If I simply told you the answer, you'd think I
was as full of shit as the streets are."

I paused in front of a dilapidated storefront. I pointed at the hand
lettered sign in the window. "They insisted. The name wasn't my idea."
I feel her freeze as she looks at it. Then, her arm tightens slightly.

"Spartacus Triumphant?"

"Yeah. Well... Read the fine print." For some reason I want her to
understand this part of my life.

" 'Ignorance never built the future'." There's a long silence as we
just stand there. Finally, she reached up and pulled me into a kiss.
"I guess you *are* a gladiator."

Frozen time.

After she pulled away, I opened the door and we went inside. It was
full of kids and adults, as usual. Anything with a flat surface had a
computer or parts of a computer on it.

"We recycle them." I let some pride tinge my words. "Then we give them
to the schools or anyone else who needs them. The kids get first
choice of the parts and build their own. Then, they help a friend.
Some of these people have gone on to run computers for the smaller
businesses around here."

"It's taken years but the operation is self-sustaining." I smiled
slightly. "I didn't say there was 'no good' to having an education. As
for the rest, well, we don't find it, we build it." She and I are
grinning at each other.

"After seeing this, I want to see where you live." She takes my hand
and those who hear her words start laughing.

"No etchings. I promise." We head out the door to the accompaniment of
catcalls and wolf-whistles.

* * *

As I inserted the key in the lock, I commented quietly, "It isn't
much. A living room and kitchen combo, a bedroom and a bathroom. It
suits me just fine. I don't spend much time here."

I pushed the door open and we walked in. "Just a minute." I turned
back and entered the codes to disable the alarm system. "Keeps the
honest folks honest."

She nodded and turned to study the place.

"Is that a hide-a-bed?" She was smiling slightly.

"Yep. For guests if they want to use it. You considering?" I stood
there and openly sized her up. Lithe. A cat. Now that I had a chance
to study her, definitely self-assured and something of a predator.

"As a matter of fact, no, I'm not considering. I decided I would." She
turned back and raised her eyebrows. "You have a problem with that?"
It was a challenge.

Yep. Like I said, she knew who she was and what she wanted. Of course
I had pretty much figured that out in the coffee shop. "Who's hunting
who here?" I grinned. "Truce? Sealed with a kiss?" I held my arms wide
open. "Before I forget, and *if* I forget, in the drawer in the end
table next to the hide-a-bed, there's a box of condoms."

She started laughing. "Is that how you seduce all your women?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. If they've made it to the point they step
through that door, they deserve to know." I was smiling wryly.

"Point." She came over and molded her body to mine. "Now, shut the
hell up and let's do what we knew we wanted to do before we got to the
coffee shop. We can talk - after."

The simple thing to say - is that we kissed.

I figured that as long as my hands were behind her back, I might as
well make them do something useful. So, I trailed them down her spine
and then worked them under her blouse and slithered them up to
unfasten her bra. After I did that, I worked my hands around to her
breasts and cupped them gently and massaged them a bit. This seemed to
meet with her approval since I felt her moan into my mouth.

I felt her hands work between us and pause at my belt. To my surprise,
she didn't do anything there but just dug my shirt out of my pants.
Her plans became obvious when I felt her start unbuttoning my shirt
from the bottom. That seemed like a good plan so I returned the favor
by bringing my hands out and unbuttoning her blouse.

Once I had her blouse undone, I gently worked her bra out and tossed
it to one side. Briefly, she pressed her naked chest against mine. I
don't know what she felt but I felt heat and the faint beating of her
heart. It felt pretty good.

Regretfully, I gently pulled away and turned her around. When I
reached around to help remove her blouse, she understood and shifted
her arms so I could slide it down and over her hands. Just before I
removed it completely, I leaned forward and kissed the back of her
neck. She shivered and leaned back into the kiss.

The blouse got tossed on top of the bra. I pulled her back against me
and held her there. She reached up and clasped my hands in hers. I
felt her shift slightly and then, when one leg shifted slightly and I
heard a thump followed by the other leg shifting and another thump, I
knew she had removed her shoes.

My next move was obvious and I didn't hesitate to make it. I undid her
pants and opened them. One hand briefly caressed her and then I knelt
behind her.

Slowly, gently, I worked her pants down and let them fall around her
ankles. Before I removed my hands I kissed each cheek though her
panties. My gentle worshipping done, I leaned back and gently pushed
her forward. As she stepped out of her pants I caught each foot as it
appeared and removed her socks. She completed her move away and then
turned to look at me.

Eyes locked, I stood and let her examine me as I admired her trim
form.

She gestured for me to stay put and then she knelt down and untied
each of my shoes. Gentle pressure told me to lift each foot as she
removed first the shoe and then the sock.

The pile of discarded clothing was getting taller.

To my surprise, rather than undo my pants, she stood and gestured for
me to turn around.

I was treated to the same gentle disrobing I had done for her. As she
opened my pants, her hands squeezed my stiff penis and she laughed
softly. "Soon." It was a warm gust on my back.

I reached and started to lead her to the hide-a-bed.

"No." She pulled away and reached into the drawer and grabbed the box
of condoms. "Your bed. I don't want an uncomfortable quickie."

I laughed. "Sounds reasonable." I led her to one door. "Watch the
ledge."

She looked at me with a frown.

I pushed the door open and waved my hand as she gasped. "After we
talked it over, the landlord said 'ok' as long as I reinforced the
floor. Easiest way to do that was install a layer of two by twelves
and recarpet the room. If I move, everything can be taken out."

"A waterbed. I never..." If she had flowed into me before, this time
she melted.

"Yeah. I had to pay for some studies on the loading and tear the
original floor out to do some other reinforcing to satisfy the
building inspectors... But, it's been worth it." I grinned.

"Oh my yes. I haven't even *seen* one in far too many years." Her
voice had gone soft and slightly vague. I had the impression she was
rethinking her plans for the night. She hugged me and laughed. "This
changes things."

"Stand still." It was a command.

She walked over and before she set the box on one of the nightstands,
she pulled out one of the packets and tore it open. The foil got
tossed next to the box. She stopped suddenly and studied the condom .
Then she looked at the box again. I couldn't blame her for her sudden
interest. She had obviously just realized they were the textured kind.

Her smile alone was enough to cause my penis to tent my shorts.

She returned and once again knelt in front of me. By forcing me flat,
she was finally able to work my shorts past my erection and down my
legs. As I stood there with my shorts around my ankles, she paused and
then looked into my eyes. As she trailed her hands lightly around my
crotch, I knew what her unspoken question was. "I shave it to keep
from getting tangled in the condoms. Not only that, the sensations
are... More." I fell silent and shrugged slightly.

She nodded and then smiled. I had the impression she didn't need any
explanations.

Wet warmth engulfed me as she slowly swallowed my penis. As she pulled
back, her tongue massaged me. I felt coolness and a final flick as she
let me fall free.

Now, finally, one hand held me firmly as the other gently worked the
condom over my throbbing length. She unrolled it a fraction and then
would slide her hand to my base and back to the tip. Unroll a bit more
and then repeat the slide. It wasn't quite a hand job but the enticing
differentness of it was almost enough to make me orgasm anyway. My
hips twitched each time she stroked me. it seemed like I was forever
being tantalized but eventually I felt her gently push the remaining
rolled up portion firmly against my pubes.

A trailing touch as she pulled her hand away and then she stood up.
Her eyes twinkled merrily. I was drowning in them. "Ready?" She
whispered.

I took a deep breath. "Yes."

For all the buildup, our sex was nothing exotic or unusual. She had me
lie back on the bed and then she straddled me. Once we found a rhythm
that let the waterbed do most of the work, we were able to pay more
attention to those light touches and caresses that turn sex into love.

I came fairly quickly. (Do you blame me after all the foreplay?) The
excitement and her inflaming touch helped me recover quickly. Our
second session was longer than the first.

Before we got too involved, she pushed me back and told me to wait as
she went into the bathroom. I smiled slightly as she came back with a
soapy washcloth and a towel and began washing me after she removed the
first condom.

"Cautious, aren't you?" I was smiling.

"Trusting those things past two sessions like that is foolish. I want
to be reasonably certain there's noting on the outside of the next
one." She had a wry smile. "I'm not into forcing a guy into something
more permanent."

I must have reacted because she paused to point at me. "Maybe. I'm
considering the possibility. Let's give it some time before we make
any long term decisions. OK?"

"Practical. If was into anything serious I wouldn't have been prowling
with an itch that was doing a lot of my thinking." I grinned. "OK."

She grinned and then finished washing my crotch. Her touch had me
semi-hard again so rather than wait, she applied another condom.

We tried various positions during that long night and all of them gave
us great pleasure.

Before we fell asleep in each other's arms, she pointed at the
nightstand and giggled. "You better get another box. At this rate,
there aren't enough left for tomorrow night."

I think I nodded. If she said anything more, I never heard it.
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Stasya T. Canine
August 9, 2000

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   Give the gift of friendship to a stranger."
     --Stasya T. Canine, September 14, 2001--
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