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It was a Summer To Remember ... Would you believe it? by Ray1031
MF - Cons


The following story contains scenes and descriptions of a sexual
and erotic nature. If you are not of legal age or moral
disposition to read such stories, or it is illegal to possess or
read such stories where you are . . . then please leave.

For all others, I hope you enjoy my posting. Comments and
criticisms are welcome . . . except from religious fanatics . . .
sorry, but I don't need people telling me I'll burn in hell if my
personal beliefs are not the same as theirs.

Thanks for your consideration.


It was a Summer To Remember ... Would you believe it? by Ray1031
MF - Cons


I was her Big Brother, Dear Abby and Father Confessor. Her
Shoulder to lean or cry on and the one person whom she trusted,
here. Trusted in all things, in all ways, beyond all others she
knew here. I was her semi-constant companion, her guide, her
drinking buddy and her friend. I knew more about her, understood
her better, than any other she had ever known. In short ... I was
too close for her to consider a romantic relationship with. She
loved me and couldn't imagine her life here without me, but it
wasn't 'that' kind of love.

Of course, as in most matters of the human heart a two-edged
sword was at play for I was smitten' ... Cupid had shot me when
my back was turned with a double dose of testosterone and
emotional confusion reigned supreme. Having her around as much as
she was often became physically and emotionally painful for me.
Besides, she'd decided she was in love/lust with the guy in the
next room.

We were both Air Force Cops and had finished our last 'Swing'
(evening) shift. With twenty-four hours to elapse before we
reported for our first Midnight shift, we always tried to stay up
for most of the night in preparation for the shift change and
changes in our sleep schedules. As usual, it was back to the
dorms, a quick shower and change of clothes, then we headed
downtown. A couple of servings of Giolza (Gee-ol-za: a Chinese
pasta meat roll served with teriyaki and mustard sauce) and it
was on to Tachikawa nightclubs for a little dancing, conversation
and lots of drinking.

Tonight I'd taken her somewhere she'd not before been - a little
club I'd found in a disreputable part of town. One of those
places American GIs were not usually welcome. But I was, at
first, I was only tolerated and later actually liked. When I
found places like this, private spots where I didn't have to put
up with normally loud drunken GIs. I was very protective of these
places when I found them. Not wanting to either see them ruined
turning them into a GI hangout, nor find my welcome withdrawn. I
made many a good friend in these places during the eighteen
months I'd been in Japan.

Lynn loved the place and promised to never go there without me,
nor to take other GIs there.

After, we returned to my room in the dorm (I had a room to myself
because of my grade - most, including Lynn, didn't) and continued
our party. I kept the room stocked with Bourbon, cokes and ice.

About three AM we heard her boyfriend come in next door. She
quickly made her departure, saying she didn't want to see him.
She took a last large drink with her when she left, quietly
letting herself out of my room and the building, returning to her
own dormitory.

It was July. Sweltering muggy days and hot nights. The air
conditioning was from massive swamp coolers mounted on the
building's roof. Anyone familiar with them can tell you they are
not very effective.

Another quick shower and I retrieved the makings for a sandwich
from my small refrigerator. A glass of ice water and three
aspirin (my personal hangover cure) and I was crawling into bed
when I heard a familiar tapping at the window next door. Lynn had
decided to visit Mark after all. I heard the window slide open
and soon the iron frame work of Mark's Bunk was slapping against
the wall rhythmically. One problem I didn't have.

Having a room alone, I'd taken the bunks apart, stored the iron
frames in an unused closet and turned the bunks into a single
bed. Nesting the bedsprings, I'd placed both mattresses on top.
It was still a single bed, but with a double thick more
comfortable mattress. I didn't have the framing to worry about
and it made the room seem more spacious.

Ten minutes after it started, the thumping stopped and the voices
in muted conversation began. Listening to the tone and volume of
the conversation, I found myself anticipating the direction it
was headed. I rose from my bed, pulled the heavy curtains over
the open window and unlocked the door. A few minutes more of
steadily increasing argument and I heard a single loud sob from
Lynn before the window again slid open and, after a moment's
pause, slammed shut. Only three minutes passed before there was a
light scratching of fingernails at my door.

"Come in," I called softly.

The door opened and closed quietly, the lock clicked and the
light came on. There was Lynn in all her glory. Naked as the day
she was born. Not an unfamiliar sight to me. It had become a
twice weekly habit for her to get drunk and then walk naked from
her dorm to Mark's window. After, though, she would always come
to 'borrow' one of my shirts for the return walk to her dorm.
Outside of my uniforms, I only owned seven civilian shirts, so
twice a month I would have to stop by her room and retrieve those
she'd borrowed. At least they were always laundered and neatly
hung when I did.

Five foot six, dishwater blonde, and one-hundred twenty-eight
pounds. A heavy Vee of blondish brown curls below and heavy
bottomed breasts with perky upturned nipples above. She had
slightly wide hips and heavily muscled thighs. Yet her waist was
narrow and her long neck was always straight. She always held her
head high with a sparkle in her blue-green eyes and a ready
smile. Lynn was an exceptionally attractive young woman. Though
she had stood before me in this fashion many times before, she
had never seen me naked since I slept in my BVD's and a T-shirt.

Expecting she only wanted to borrow another shirt I pointed to my
closet. "You know where they are. Don't take the orange and brown
print shirt though, I want to wear that one later when I getup."

Tears and mascara streaks were drying on her cheeks, her eyes
still tear misted as she simply stood and looked at me for long
moments. "I need a hug. Can you please hold me for a few
minutes?"

Without a word I slid out of the bed and crossed the two steps to
her. Slipping my arms inside hers, I wrapped my left around her
waist and pulled her naked form close. I slid my right hand up
her back and used it to guide her head to my shoulder as the dam
of her tears broke free once more. Long minutes we stood there,
me simply holding her, gently rocking her from side to side as
she soaked my shoulder and her body shook and quivered with
silent sobs. Finally a single long shudder passed through her and
she seemed to calm a bit. Guiding her to my bed I sat her on it's
edge and moved to turn on my stereo, increasing the volume
slightly so we could talk without our voices carrying through the
walls. Sitting beside her I gently placed one arm around her
waist and held her as we talked.

I'm not meaning to be rude here, but it was the same story I'd
heard from her frequently before. She gets drunk, throws herself
at him, fucks him silly (which doesn't take long), they argue and
she accuses him of cheating on her (He does - but I don't like
him and she knows I don't, so I'm careful to stay out of that).
They fight some more and he tells her to leave. Many of their
regular dates end this way too. Of course, the telling was
interspersed with a multitude of 'Bastards', 'Assholes' and
'Son-of-a-Bitches'. But this time it ended differently ...

"... and he leaves me so frustrated, Damn it! In the times we've
been together I've only had one orgasm, that first time. I really
think it must have been an accident. He never seems to care about
my needs, only his own. Damn it!"

Her arm was around my waist, her head on my shoulder as we
talked, or rather; she talked and I listened, making small
appropriate sounds and non-committal comments here and there. As
she finished I hugged her close once again and kissed her
forehead, whispering, "He doesn't know what he's fucking up, does
he?"

She made a sound like a cross between a sob and a guffaw and
hugged me tightly for long moments before finally sitting
straight once more and wiping at her eyes.

"So, what now? Do you want another drink? Do you want one of my
shirts for the walk home? What do 'you' want?"

"I want to go next door and cut that bastards balls off ... I
want to get drunk again and just pass out ... I want to stay here
and cuddle with you  ... I don't know what I want. I know I don't
want to look at or think of him for a while. I know I don't want
to go back to my own bed - not alone, I don't want to be alone
right now. I just want to be held. I want to know someone cares.
Can I stay here and sleep with you tonight? I don't want sex, but
I would like to have you hold me as I sleep. Would that be okay
with you?"

Crossing to my wardrobe I opened a drawer and tossed her a couple
of towels and a wash cloth. "You can stay if you wish, but you're
going to shower first. You smell of alcohol sweat, dried sex and
Mark's cologne. Soap, shampoo and conditioner, if you wish them,
are in that closet, second shelf," I said, pointing. "Besides, I
really don't want to see 'that' face when I first wake up.
There's a mirror inside the closet door."

She staggered twice crossing the room. Checking herself in the
mirror she made a face. "Don't blame you for not wanting to wake
up to that," she said with a grin. "But I don't know about taking
a shower here. This is the guy's dorm, after all."

"No sweat. I'll stand guard for you while you clean up. Use the
end shower and the wall will hide you from anyone coming into the
bathroom. I'll make sure they don't come closer." Retrieving a
belted silk smoking jacket for her, she donned it like a shorty
robe. I pulled on a pair of cut-off shorts and we headed for the
latrine. She leaned heavily on me as we moved.

In the shower she adjusted the water carefully before stepping
into it and promptly dropped the soap three times in thirty
seconds, lapsing into a giggling fit. Dropping my shorts and
underwear on the bench, I stepped in behind her and took the soap
and wash cloth from her hands. She was stunned and her mouth
began to open when I first stepped in and touched her.

Yet she said nothing, simply watched passively as I soaped up
first the cloth, then her back before I began scrubbing lightly.
I cleaned her back, legs, arms and front before moving on to her
neck and then the crack of her ass and pussy mound, cleaning all
gently but thoroughly. Rinsing the wash rag well I re-soaped it
and handed it to  her telling her to clean her face as I began
turning her this way and that rinsing the last bits of soap away.
Soaping my hands to a froth I altered her position once again,
moving her slightly out of the main stream as I placed one hand
in the small of her back and bent her backwards slightly.
Reaching between her legs I guided my fingers once again over and
around her pussy mound. This time pressing between and soaping
her from front to back, coating everything. Rinsing my hands I
again moved her into the main stream and began washing away the
soap.

Through it all she made no sound, neither affirmative nor
negative. She simply allowed me to move and position her as I
would, accepting the cleaning as I did it. It was as I was
turning off the shower that she first opened her mouth to speak.
I quickly place a finger over her lips to stop her. I'd heard
something in the outer room. It was only the slightest sound, but
I'd been keeping my ears tuned for any noises.

Even though the military was much less strict than they once had
been about females in the male dorm, or individuals rooms, they
still had this expectation that visitors come only during the day
and remain fully clothed. Especially the female military members.
Although I was sure most would not have turned us in, There were
people in the dormitory who disliked me and would like to cause
me troubles. There were also guys in the dorm who had been
rejected by Lynn and were still rankled by it. Besides, whether
anyone said anything to our bosses or not, word would get back to
Mark and I was sure Lynn didn't want that ... she hadn't given up
on him, yet.

I heard water beginning to splash into a urinal and made sure
Lynn couldn't be seen as I stepped from the shower and reached
for a towel, tossing it behind me to Lynn and taking the other to
dry myself. It was Ken from across the hall with his back to me.
He and I exchanged morning pleasantries as he completed his
business and I dried myself. He was soon heading back to bed and
that last hour of sleep. Lynn used the toilet before we returned
to my room and got ready for bed.

Lynn sleeps naked.

Climbing into the bed first, I held the covers high for her to
slide in beside me, then gave her my second pillow for her own
use. Once in bed, Lynn turned onto her side away from me and
snuggled back against me, forcing me to turn onto my own side and
spoon myself against her back, wrapping one arm over her and
between her breasts.

I forced myself to relax and 'not think', 'not feel' the position
we were in or the body pressed so tightly against my own. In the
shower it had been no problem to ignore who and what she was and
what I was handling and doing. I had simply applied myself to the
task at hand and ignored the rest. Like earlier, with her
snuggled so tightly against me and sobbing into my shoulder, I
simply paid attention to her troubles and ignored the rest.

Now, though ... No task at hand to concentrate on. Nothing to
divert my attention from the sexy, softly breathing body pressed
so tightly against mine. I could feel the first true stirrings
and knew she soon would as well.

Diverting my attention I began a relaxation exercise I'd long ago
developed to help me sleep more easily. Thinking about individual
body parts and consciously relaxing them. First came my toes and
feet, concentrating on them, imagining them relaxing and the
tension leaving them in preparation for sleep. Then on to my
calves, after that, my knees, feeling each part relax as I
thought at it, and feeling that relaxation beginning to spread
slowly through the rest of me. I reached my thighs and felt hers
against mine. My mind immediately flashed back to the shower and
began replaying the cleaning of her, this time feeling each part,
each inch of flesh as I cleaned it. The softness here, the
firmness there, the pliability and silkiness of the whole as I
first spread the soap, rubbed it with the cloth, and finally
rinsed the soap away. The stirrings returned and I forced my
thoughts away. She 'trusted' me, and I wasn't going to betray
that trust.

I began my relaxation exercises again and was successfully moving
through them when I realized she was crying again. Thinking that
she was crying about Mark once again I hugged her gently and
whispered into her neck, "Shush, Sweetheart. There's tomorrow.
You will talk to him tomorrow and make everything right again.
Crying about it now won't help."

"It's not that. Mark's not what I'm crying about."

"Okay." I softly kissed the back of her neck as I held her close.
"What are you crying about?"

"It's ... It's ... Oh, never mind. It's not important."

"It is important. It's important enough for you to cry over. It's
something that is troubling you. It is important. Tell me and
I'll try to help you with it."

"Oh, you don't want to know."

"I do, or I wouldn't ask. Tell me. Why are you crying?"

"It's you! You don't love me like you once said you do. Either
that, or you are gay."

"Oh, have you got that wrong. Why would you say that to me? What
makes you think I don't love you?"

"It's ... Well, it's just ... things!"

"Things? What things? Wait, before you answer. You once told me I
was special to you but you didn't love me - 'that' way. How many
guys would spend the amount of time together that we do and not
try to take liberties? How many rooms in the dorm could you walk
into naked, repeatedly, and not find yourself molested in some
way? How many men could share what we've shared and not insist on
more? How many men could bathe you as I just did and not turn it
into simply another sexual advance - even after you had just said
you didn't want that? How many guys do you know who could lay
with you this way, with you smelling freshly scrubbed, smelling
of soap and woman, feeling so enticing and fragile and inviting
and soft, and not react? Who else would not allow their hands to
roam or raise a rod into your butt? Simply holding you as you
asked and accepting what you allow?"

"But I'm obviously not sexy to you. You haven't reacted at all,
in all these times I've been naked with you or teased you, you
never reacted."

"I simply haven't allowed it. Those times I couldn't control it I
made sure I was covered, or remained seated until I distracted
myself and it passed. Haven't you noticed that each time you've
done those things I 'controlled' my position or made sure I was
covered some how?" My mind wasn't on my relaxation exercises. I
wasn't paying attention to my body's reactions as we spoke and my
reactions suddenly made themselves obvious to both of us as the
little man began standing out on his own. Swelling and stretching
he suddenly rose up within my shorts and began growing against
her buttocks.

"Even here and now, until I became distracted, I was
concentrating on relaxation, trying to ignore your body and how
it felt pressing so tightly against mine. Refusing to allow the
reaction that wanted to make itself known, and is now doing so.
You are a very sexy woman and I want nothing more than to push
our relationship further. Are you now saying that you 'want' to
sleep with me? You want to make love with me?"

"Yes, I do."

"Well Lynn," I said, kissing the back of her neck once again. "It
will keep until morning. You are still drunk. You are still mad
and hurt."

"You don't want me!"

"Oh, but I do want you. Very much so. I want nothing more than to
shift slightly and slide home into the warm depths I know are so
close. But I am not going to. Not tonight. I want to know that it
is you speaking. Not the alcohol ... Not the anger ... Not the
hurt. Sleep on it, my love. If you still feel the same when we
wake up, I'll be more than happy to serve you ... and will do my
best to make sure you reach your own pleasure as well - hopefully
many times. But I want you to know one thing right now.I want you
to think about it and remember it."

"Yes?"

"When we do it ... when we start ... it's not going to be over in
ten minutes. You should be thinking more on the lines of an hour
to hour and a-half."

"Really?"

"I like to take my time. Now go to sleep."

She snuggled back against me and shook herself, causing my
hard-on to grow larger, firmer against her backside.

"Goodnight, Emett. You're going to love waking up later."


We'd been asleep for only two hours when I woke to the sound of a
key in my door lock. 'Shit!! Fuck!! Dammit-all-to-hell!! What a
fucking time for the Fucking First Sergeant to be making a damned
Dorm check!' Thinking that we were both screwed, but good, I
first looked to see if Lynn was awake and found her eyes looking
up into my own. Then, moving quickly I grabbed the blanket and
slid it up over Lynn's head, reaching quickly to insure she was
fully covered just as the door opened and the First Shirt stepped
in.

"Oh, sorry Emett. I thought you were out. I knocked."

"Didn't hear you, Sarge. Woke up when you put the key in my lock.
Spot check or do you need me for something?"

"Just a spot check." His eyes hadn't left the extra lumpiness of
my bed until that moment. Now he glanced around the room quickly
before returning his eyes to the bed. "Room looks okay, as
always. Looks like you have a couple of extra pillows there."

"Naw. Trying to sweat out the beginnings of a cold. Put on extra
blankets last night and got so hot I kicked them off as Islept."

"Unh Huh. Word to the wise. Commander's coming through tomorrow
morning. Make sure those 'extra blankets' aren't with you when he
comes through or there will be hell to pay."

"Thanks for the word, Sarge. I'll be just off my first mid-shift
and only interested in sleep. 'Extra blankets' will be the last
thing on my mind."

"See that it is. And, don't make this 'extra blanket' situation a
normal thing in the dormitory. You know what the regulations say
about the male dormitories and 'blankets'."

"I understand, Sarge."

"Goodnight then. I'll let you and your 'blankets' get on with
your sleep."

"Thank you. good-day, Sarge," and he was gone, relocking the door
as he left.

The next five minutes were painful for both of us, shaking with
silent giggles and choking back guffaws that threatened to shake
the walls if they were released. Simply holding one another and
quivering together, suppressing the laughter the situation
demanded, tears filling our eyes from the strain. Both knowing
that loud laughter or sounds that would carry through the
dormitory walls was the last thing we could allow. The man had
cut us a break, knowing what was going on and (because I had the
foresight to cover her and she was not visible in any way)
refusing to acknowledge it. But, any loud laughter or noises,
especially the sound of a female voice, would force his hand and
we'd both get busted.

We made it through though. Until we heard the sound of the
Sarge's voice, announcing his departure, and the outer door
closing at the end of the hall. Even then, when she looked at me
through tear-filled eyes and started to laugh, I touch her lips
with two fingers and she choked it back once again as I rose from
the bed. Slipping on my pair of cut- offs I moved to and opened
the door to check the hall. I wanted to be sure. The hall was
empty and I was laughing out loud as I closed it once again
turned the lock.

Three minutes later and calm once again, Lynn looked at me and
said, "I can't believe he let us get away with it."

"We were very lucky. Had I not covered you or had it been one of
three other people I could name from his office, we both would
have been standing tall before the commander. Thank God it was
him and not the Commander! We would have really been in the shit
then."

"What now?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I have to piss like a race
horse."

"Now that you mention it ..."

"You know where my T-shirts are, you'll find sweat pants in the
next drawer down. They'll stretch to fit. It's daytime now, and
you don't need more than that to be a legal visitor. Then after,
if you are still interested ..."

"Are you sure it will be safe?"

"It is now. The Commander won't be through until tomorrow and no
one else will follow the First Sergeant. Mark is at work so you
don't need to worry about him ...

"Screw him!"

"No thanks, you will do just fine ... but we'll turn the stereo
up a bit to cover any noises we might make. It will be safe."

Once back from the latrine she asked, "You think it is going to
be good enough that we will get noisy?"

"Not if you are going to make it into a challenge. But, if you
really want it, and you want to be satisfied, then things might
get a little loud."

"I've been thinking for weeks that I am with the wrong man. I
really want to see if we can be good together. After last night,
I really think we probably can be. You gave me three small
orgasms just in the shower last night."

"Lights on or off?"

"On, I think. I usually have them off to hide the little
cellulite puckers in my lower ass and upper thighs. Never have
found an exercise that works well there ... my legs just get
stronger. But you have already seen all of me, many times, and I
want to see all of you. Is that okay with you?"

"Love to see what I'm eating. Nothing is as enticing as a pussy
as it gets excited, the color gets rosier, it gets moister and
the temperature goes up. Not to mention the flavor, richer and
richer as the rivers flow."

"O-o-oh, I haven't had my pussy eaten since I arrived in country.
I like this already."

"Shall we remove the blankets from the sacrificial bed then,
Ma'am?"

Lynn started to throw the bedding into my one armchair and I
stopped her, tossing them into a corner of the room instead. "We
may want that chair later, and I don't want to have to move them
again in the heat of the moment."

Stopping to look at the chair, Lynn's eyebrow went up and her
smile widened. "Do we want to wait, or do we want to start there?
I was thinking that I could sit you there and start on you,
first"

"No. We may go there later, but we start on the bed in one
another's arms and let things go where they will from there. Get
on the bed milady."

We didn't make it there right away though. I began reaching for
my briefs and Lynn stopped me. Lifting my hands over my head she
pulled my T-shirt up until the neck band hooked on my nose. With
the shirt trapping my arms and covering my eyes she began kissing
and nipping at my lips and chin, making a
'catch-me-if-you-can-find-me' game out of it. Allowing herself
freedom to roam, she trailed a line of kisses across my left
cheek to my ear, then my neck, down my chest to my nipple and
there she paused to suckle for a time. Lips teeth and tongue
laved attention to the entirety of my left chest before traveling
to my right and pausing there once again. Then it was back uphill
as she moved to my neck my ear before crossing my cheek to once
again attack my lips and chin. Finally, she attached her lips to
mine in a lasting kiss. Beginning closed mouth and gentle,
twisting her head slightly this way and that before finally
allowing her lips to slowly part and her tongue to come out for
play. She wrapped her arms around me and allowed them to roam
freely up and down my back, traveling and exploring from my neck
to my butt.

I had been standing quietly through all of this. She broke the
kiss and I felt her move slightly away. Almost immediately, one
fingernail began tracing lines and patterns across my upper
chest. Soon it was joined by one fingernail from the other hand
and they began a complex dance of cris-crossing lines on my
torso.

I took this moment to speak for the first time since she had
started. "Lynn, my sweet. Tell me what you like and what you
don't like people to do for or to you during sex. What pleases
you and what is an instant turn-off. We are after maximum
pleasure for both of us here and I don't want to violate any
taboos."

There were now eight nails on my chest slowly dragging themselves
down either side of my torso. She seemed to be searching for the
tickle spots, trying to make me to squirm in place. Though I am
really quite ticklish, as a child I had trained myself not to
react to tickling. I did it as self protection, since almost all
of my relatives are ticklish. During childhood wrestling matches,
tickling was a way to turn the tables if you were losing. Now
everyone thinks I am not ticklish since I won't allow myself to
react to it.

"I love having attention paid to my tits. Soft and gentle or
rough and nasty. Simply pleasurable or highly painful, I don't
care as long as they get maximum attention. I hate anything in my
ass. Fingers, toungues, toys or cocks, they are all painful and
uncomfortable. Except for hands gripping my buttocks during hard
sex, there is nothing you can do back there that will be
pleasurable for me. I love oral sex. Giving and getting, which is
where I'm heading now, I want to see what your briefs are trying
to hide. It looks big enough, but I want to see it and taste it.
Anything in, on or around my cunt is allowable. If it hurts too
much or is more than I want to allow, I will stop you and you'll
have to do something else. Just don't forget my tits while you're
down there."

I felt my briefs slide to the floor and raised first one foot,
then the other as she removed them. "You're still not hard,
Emett. After having my lips, tongue, tits and hands all over your
chest and you're not completely hard yet. Am I doing something
wrong?"

"Not a thing. It's just me and my ways. Either I have to get
directly involved and contributing to things or he needs direct
stimulation to reach his full maturity. Being able to see helps a
lot too."

"I want to get you off first."

"No. This morning is supposed to be all about you and your
sensations, not mine. Help me with this shirt. He'll be there all
morning, playing peek-a-boo with you. There for you to play with
some times and others not. Enticing you, promising you greater
pleasures later when I do let you finally have him. I want you to
think about it, anticipate it for later. It'll be all the better
for the waiting."

"But I want it now." she said and I felt her breath on it as she
leaned forward to take it in her mouth. At least she hadn't
grabbed it with her hand yet.

Stepping back I started applying pressure to the shirt. She'd
grabbed it at my shoulders as she'd leaned down to prevent me
from removing it, but it was an old shirt. I kept it just for
sleeping in, to save wear and tear on the ones I used under my
uniforms. The bottom hem had mostly unraveled and there were
holes in it already, so it didn't take a lot of pressure before
it started tearing out. Within only a few seconds, I'd torn it
mostly away. I was left with the short sleeves on my arms and the
collar like a necklace around my neck. The rest of it I dropped
to the floor in a couple of pieces as I reached down for

her.

She wanted to fight me a bit, to stay where she was on her knees,
so I joined her, kneeling before her and applying what she had
told me I leaned forward for another kiss and placed my hands on
her breasts. At the first contact, when my hands cupped then and
my thumbs rested beside her nipples, she froze. As my thumbs
began circling her nipples she seemed to melt, sitting back onto
her heels. As I broke the kiss and moved my lips to her neck, her
head tipped back and away from my face, giving me more room as a
soft sigh escaped her lips.

I began nipping and sucking softly moving up and down her neck
and onto the top of her shoulder, laving generously with my
tongue as I went. My hands continued their massage work as I used
them and my face, my greater weight, to lean her backwards. Her
feet went to the sides and parted to beyond her buttocks as she
sat back to the floor. I continued leaning her backwards until
her shoulders were on the floor, her back heavily arched. I moved
my attentions to her breasts and the minute my tongue touched a
nipple both of her hands went to my head tangling themselves in
my hair. Tipping my head back and looking upwards, I slowly
dragged my teeth over her areola and nipple, I found her eyes
closed. Her nostrils were flared and her tongue was extended, the
tip riding her upper lip as it flickered back and forth across
it.

I slid forward until I was astraddle her right leg, my cock, now
fully hard trapped between her hip and my belly as I lavished
attention to her left breast. Kissing, licking and nipping at the
entire thing. Working first one slope of it before returning to
her nipple for a long suck, a whirlwind attack of the areola with
my tongue and a gentle gnawing on the nipple. My right thigh was
pressed solidly against her vagina and as my attentions continued
her hips began an excited twitching, a small up and down motion
through the coarse hairs on my thigh while pressing tightly
against it.

During all of this, my left hand on her remaining breast had been
completely still. Covering, cupping and holding the breast to be
sure, but making no overt actions towards stimulation. Once, she
had tried to coax my hand into some type of action, but I pushed
her hand away and merely continued holding it.

Her hands had returned to  my hair, stroking and massaging my
scalp for a time before moving to caress my neck. Three times she
moved them to my shoulders in a loose hug which she turned into a
short shoulder massage. Her strong fingers and thumbs squeezing
and manipulating the muscles there for a time before returning
once again to my hair. She traced the outlines of my ears with
her sensitive fingertips. Something about her movements, the
simple contact, almost caused me to lose control and drop my
first load on her hip. Almost, but not quite.

Something about the way Lynn had insisted on attentions to her
breasts made me think that in the past she had achieved an orgasm
simply through breast play. It may have been a silly thought and
I'd certainly never experienced it before, but I was willing to
try.

I continued my attentions on her left breast and had been at it
for eight or ten minutes when I decided I should move to the
right one. The nipple of her right breast felt almost flaccid
under my palm and as I checked it, the left seemed enflamed. The
nipple was a thick distended knob gone white and quivering with
excitation. The surrounding areola, though not in the least puffy
earlier now seemed as an engorged plateau surrounding the nipple,
puckering down and in at the nipples base. As a final act before
moving I opened my mouth wide and lowered it over the tip of her
breast, sucking hard. I was trying to suck as much of her breast
into my mouth as I could. I was working my jaw in a slight
gnawing motion to open it still further and accommodate more of
now pulsing flesh in my mouth. It may have been my imagination,
but I thought I could almost feel the quivering tip of it just
brushing against the back of my throat before I began pulling my
head backwards.

Still sucking hard and fighting the release, knowing I was
pulling hard at the breast with my mouth as I did so, I pulled my
head backwards and felt the breast slowly sliding free with the
movement. It was then that Lynn pushed her vagina harder against
my thigh, jerking it upward once, twice, three times where it
locked itself momentarily in place, her shoulders rising from the
floor beneath her. Only her head was still in contact with the
floor, her neck muscles tightening and her hands now gripping
hard at my hair as she froze in place. She relaxed and I felt the
least little trickle of fluid sliding down the top of my thigh as
her breast slipped from my mouth with a popping sound.

She was smiling like the Cheshire cat as I slid both hands to the
base of their respective breasts and squeezed then gently out
towards the tips of each in a milking motion. As I neared the
tips of each, I simply held them and brought the tips of both
together for my mouth to suckle both together for a long moment
before transferring my attention to the right one. As I squeezed
and suckled both together, Lynn's hips bucked once, sliding her
vagina once more through my coarse leg hair. Then I began
repeating my earlier attentions to her breast, this time the
right one. This time however, I did not allow my hand to remain
motionless on her free breast, but continued a gently milking
massage. Starting at the base and slowly sliding outwards to the
tip where I would grip the breast, holding it still with my
remaining fingers as my thumb and index finger would gently pinch
and stretch the nipple until it snapped back. The thumb would
then circle the nipple once or twice, sometime three times,
before brushing across the tip of the nipple and sliding down to
begin once again.

I won't swear to it, but I think she had two more orgasms while I
worked on her other breast. I know she had one for sure.

When I had paid equal attention to her right breast I pulled back
and rose to my feet without releasing her tits. Lynn opened her
eyes and watched, her eyes locking momentarily on my waggling
cock as it came into view. Her hand slid down my arms and were
stroking my forearms as I moved my legs to straddle her and
placed my feet against hers. I gripped her breasts tightly then
and pulled gently. She got the message and gripped my forearms
tightly, using them and her abdominal muscles to support her
weight as I raised her into a standing position. She tried to
stand but fell forward against me, her hands going to my
shoulders to help support herself. The unusual position had made
both of her feet fall asleep.

I lifted her into my arms and she nuzzled my neck, beginning to
suck on it as I moved towards the bed.

"If you give me a hickie, I'm going to give you two, dear. One
under each breast, right where your bra strap rides," Ipromised.

She pulled back from my neck pouting (I'd seen a few love marks
on Mark in the past) but it changed to a smile as I laid her on
the bed with her knees over the edge. "What now?"

"How about a sixty-nine?" She grinned at my words. "I may not
last long at first, but I trust you can keep him up and recharge
his batteries while I eat you through a couple of more orgasms
this way." A small shiver seemed to pass through her at my words.
"Do you want me to warn you before I come so you can pull away?
Would you like a towel or something in bed with you before we
start?"

"I want you to warn me, yes. But only so I don't miss any. I want
to taste all of you and I won't need a towel if you are in my
mouth at the time."

I got into the bed beside her, facing her and positioning myself
so we'd each have access, but she was having none of it. Pushing
me onto my back she rose to her knees and settled herself
squarely across my face, reaching between her legs and spreading
her labia as she rubbed herself all around my mouth from nose to
chin. My tongue snaked out and as far into the depths as I could
reach. My hands once again locking onto her breasts, where I
pinched from the outside of the swollen areole inwards before
beginning my milking motions again.

Sighing heavily she settled herself forward, holding my cock
erect with a light touch. She slid her mouth down in a single
smooth motion until she had engulfed my entire length in her
mouth, the tip throbbing in her throat as she buried her nose in
my scrotum and inhaled deeply.

Very quickly we fell into a bit of a routine. She would deep
throat my cock and hold it there, sucking hard for long minutes.
Then she would face fuck herself, bobbing up and down on my cock
as she fondled my balls with a free hand, sliding them back and
forth in the sack and occasionally applying a very gentle pulling
pressure. Then she would jack at my cock as she sucked my scrotum
into her mouth and played my balls with her tongue, sliding them
this way and that as she chased them around the warmth of her
mouth.

I was eating her pussy like a starving man. Legs pulled forward
and widely spread, her vagina was partly opened to me. Lips
spread slightly I could see the rising ridge of her clitoris
before me and a little of the tunnel above was opened to me as
well. Between was dancing the end of the little tube that was her
urethra. I began by again driving my tongue as far into her
vagina as I could reach, laving it side to side and up and down
to reach as much of the interior as I could. Withdrawing a bit I
would slide down the salty valley, and across the ridge of her
clitoris, pushing as far under and within the shrouding hood as I
was able. I would then wrap my mouth around as much of her mound
as I could and use my teeth and tongue to manipulate the vulva,
sucking, pushing, biting as the spirit moved me. It wasn't long
before I removed one of my hands from her breast and reached
around her buttocks to spread the lips further, allowing greater
access and probing even greater depths with my fingers. First
one, then two for a while, sliding them in together and spreading
them as much as I could on the withdrawal. Turning them this way
and that until I found the more sensitive spots within her and
began paying them more attention as I locked my mouth and tongue
to her mound in a concerted attack on her clitoris.

I was correct in that I didn't last long once she locked her lips
onto my cock. I was too excited by far before we started this
position. It was during her second oral assault on my balls that
I pulled back and announced the impending eruption. Her head was
halfway down my shaft when I exploded. I didn't soften a bit
after.

When Lynn was sure the flow had stopped she pulled back and
licked around the head searching for any last little drops before
she said, "Hey, no fair! I hardly got to taste any of it. You
blew right past my mouth and into my throat. There aren't any
taste buds back there."

But the complaint was apparently moot as she immediately returned
to what she had been doing.

Towards the end of the sixty-nine, Lynn had come twice already
and I the once when I brought both hands back and around her
buttocks. I was using three fingers by then in the same jabbing,
spreading, gyrating motion I had earlier established. For a time
I had paid a little extra attention to her urethra, circling it
repeatedly with my tongue. nibbling at it with my teeth, even
trying to slip a bit of my tongue inside the little tube.

As both hands began to work on her vagina, I removed the third
finger of my original hand and slid two fingers from each hand
within her. Sliding them forward and in as far as I could and
pushing hard against her, trying for even more depth. My thumbs
had gone to the tip of her labia and her clitoral hood, spreading
apart and down, opening the hood to it's extremity and exposing
even more of her clitoris for my tongue and teeth to play with.

I began spreading her vagina then, Fucking her with my fingers
and spreading them a little further with each stroke until I was
peering into a deep pinkish tunnel where the walls were alive and
pulsated as I sucked at her clitoris. It was during this time
that she had her third orgasm and I was watching as the tunnel
went a little crazy. First collapsing in on itself, everywhere
except where my fingers held her open, then widening even further
than my fingers had held her with a constant fluttering motion
over it's entire length. A small wall of fluids cascaded out of
the depths of the tunnel and collapsed to the cavern floor just
beyond my finger before dribbling out onto my waiting tongue.

Lynn collapsed on that one. She had transferred her own hands to
her breasts as both of mine were busy in her vagina. With her
legs spread so widely and pulled so far forward, she was mostly
supporting herself with her elbows as she gobbled at my erection.
She was slowly dragging her teeth up the length of my erection
when her orgasm took her. Her elbows had slipped and she had
fallen forward, driving my cock into the back of her throat
harder than at any time before. She came up sputtering and
choking and rolled off of me as she recovered herself.

Lynn called an end to the sixty-nine then, saying she had begun
to feel like she was being examined with all of the spreading.
Her OBGYN had never sucked her clitoris and driven her to orgasm
during his examinations though. Taking control then, Lynn
straddled me and for the next twenty minutes I was her saddle and
conveniently sized pommel as she took a rollicking ride, digging
her clitoris deeply into and dragging it through my pubic hair
with every stroke. I dutifully paid strict attention to her
breasts the entire time. At least until the last five minutes of
it when she turned around and laid along my legs. She began
sucking on my toes then as she fucked herself in that position.
Each upward stroke pushing her clitoris against the underside of
my shaft as she worked it. I had my second orgasm somewhere in
the middle of that long ride.

Okay, someone call me a woosie, but I was the one who called a
halt to that ride. She was bending my cock in the wrong direction
and it hurt. Maybe if I hadn't been quite so rigid ... I took it
as long as I could, but the pain was taking all of the pleasure
out of things.

Taking her hand I stood and began helping her from the bed.
"More?" she asked.

"One more thing. Hopefully good for a few more pleasurable
moments for both of us. It's time for the chair."

She looked at it puzzled for a moment, then grinned and shrugged
her shoulders. "What do I do?"

Leading her to the armchair I stood her in front of and facing
it. Using my hands I guided her body into the position I was
interested in. Her feet together, her hands on her buttock, I
bent her at the waist until her chest and face were in the
chair's vinyl clad cushion. As I'd expected, her mound came into
view as she bent over and was pointed slightly upwards in that
position. Tightly closed by the pressure of her legs I was hoping
it would be as pleasurable for her as it would be for me.

"This will be fast and hard, Lynn. As fast and hard as I can make
it for as long as it lasts, which I'd guess should be about
another ten minutes. Then we will see about showers and something
to eat. It's getting close to lunch time."

I placed my cock against her vulva and rubbed it up and down
until the lips parted slightly for access. Angling it so it would
enter her vagina when I pushed, I slide it into her with one long
slow stroke, not stopping until my balls slid against her mound,
then I began. Taking hold of her hips I began stroking her. Deep
and steady to start, then picking up speed with each succeeding
stroke until I was moving as fast as I was able. I don't think I
made ten minutes, but I know she had two more peaks in that time.
She'd not given any more than a soft moan or a type of gasping
grunt during any of the preceding orgasms. Yet in this position,
after her first she was grunting louder and louder with each
stroke until the final one arrived with a yelp and a loud, almost
startled groan.

We lay on the bed then to cuddle for a few minutes and regain our
energy before worrying about showers and food. After some
hugging, kissing and a little more fondling we settled into each
others arms and simply relaxed together on the bed.

She began snoring softly about five minutes later. Rather than
waking her I decided to join her. A nap sounded pretty good right
then.

When I woke up it was because she was sucking my nipple again and
playing with a raging piss hard-on. Looking at the clock I found
that it was almost supper time. It was also the middle of shift
change. Those going to work had already had their showers and
left. Those they would relieve wouldn't return for another thirty
of forty minutes for their after work/pre-party showers.

Twenty minutes later we had both showered and toileted. I had
shaved and was dressed and Lynn was again wearing my sweat pants
and a blue and white sailor style T-shirt I'd received from an
ex-girlfriend. She did a hell of a lot more for it than I ever
had. But I'd never cared for the horizontal stripe pattern to
begin with. That shirt I never reclaimed from her and I noticed
her wearing it often.

Then it was off to her dorm for a change of clothes before we
headed for the base restaurant and some long conversation over
our meal.


Lynn's attitudes towards me seemed to change after that. Oh, we
were still best buddies and drinking partners. I was still all of
the things to her I had been before, even a little more-so than
it had been. I was also her lover now, or one of them. We were
together in either her room or mine twice, sometimes three times
a week until Military orders sent her one way and me another. But
she approached it with a guy's attitude, rather than a woman's.
It was sex for sex's sake rather than a physical expression of an
emotional commitment.

I know she still saw and had sex with Mark, she did love him,
though she now found him vain and selfish and inadequate as a
lover. She dated and bedded others as well. I think she was
trying to find another outlet for the physicality of a
relationship, similar to what she had found with me.

I'd confronted her about the situation once. We approached it and
discussed it as if it were any other topic of conversation.
Neither of us making an issue of it and neither admitting to any
hurt or offense following our talk. Her final reasons for not
getting emotionally involved with me was that she would never be
able to trust me with another woman ... even though she trusted
me in all other things. When I asked why she said I was too sexy
to women. (That one caught me flat-footed as I'm definitely not
Clark Gable or Errol Flynn - not by a long shot). She went on to
explain that she and many women about the Base had long
conversations together with me as the topic. The first few
because of off-hand comments she'd overheard and asked about,
others because she'd seen me talking or joking with the woman and
had pointedly asked about me.

They had ranged in ages from a fourteen year old waitress at the
Base Restaurant to a nurse at the hospital who was twelve years
my senior. She'd had more than twenty of the conversations in a
ten day period, starting with the lone Army WAC assigned to the
base. The general consensus was that they all thought I was sexy
and either wanted to or wished they could fuck me. I wasn't
thought sexy because of my appearance, though that wasn't bad
either, but because of my attitudes, actions and personality in
my dealings with them. I always had a joke, comment, rejoinder or
innuendo for them all. I made them laugh and no matter their mood
when I met them, they were always smiling or having a good laugh
when I left. I was always intelligent and forthright and for each
I knew where the line was drawn on what could be said or done
around them.

Every one of them apparently told her that I would always push
the limit a little, bending, curving or outright warping the line
beyond where it was intended to be, but I never outright crossed
it. I tested the limits, but never truly exceeded them. All these
traits and aspects of my personality they found sexy and
desirable. Lynn did too, she claimed.

Lynn asked me outright about Karen, the WAC, whom I had bedded in
the past and who wanted to share my bed again. Why hadn't I
followed up on the opportunity.

I had to admit that she had scared the hell out of me. She had
been, physically, the wildest woman I had ever wrapped my arms
around in a bed. Which, by itself might not have been a problem,
but she had some sexual kinks that I simply wasn't into. After
our one night together she had begun talking about mutual golden
showers in future sessions and her enjoyment of being bound and
beaten with a strong man's belt. I had no desire to go those
places so I had merely let the opportunities pass when they came
up.

Lynn's and my love making continued. She tried extra hard to fuck
me silly my last night on Base, and had cried the rest of the
night because I was leaving. But, though I loved her, though I
love her still, she had never given any emotional love between us
a real opportunity to develop. She often told me I was the most
special thing in her life. She thought I was sexy and was very
sexually attracted to me. She cared for me more deeply than she
had ever cared for any other man. Yet she refused any thought of
developing a real permanence to our relationship.

After that first day together, I never slept with another woman
for the remainder of our time there together. Even after, I did
not seek out another woman until my letters to her all went
unanswered.

It's funny, ya'know? I was, she admitted, everything she had been
seeking in a man, both physically and emotionally, yet she
wouldn't allow our relationship to develop.


Would you believe it? 

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