Message-ID: <36956asstr$1024711804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <5.1.0.14.0.20020620012643.00a25180@pop.katiemcn.com> From: Katie McN Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id BAA14948 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2002 01:42:36 -0400 X-Original-Subject: (rom fest) {ASSM} Love Lessons by Virago Blue (MF Rom) Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] Love Lessons by Virago Blue (MF Rom) Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 22:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman Virago Blue asked me to post a Classic story she recently revised for our Rom Festival. I was happy to do it and pleased to have one of our more famous Rom authors join in on this occasion. KM Love Lessons (C)1999 by Virago Blue This story may not be reproduced without the written permission of the author, Virago Blue. Slight changes have been made to the text. 6/2002 Gina Donatela-- headstrong woman of hard-won independent means--trembled in her Italian leather pumps. The pink message slip left by her secretary flouted its message, `Richard Patterson called' followed by his phone number. The name alone elicited a storm of emotions. He always did have that affect on her. Unfinished business, she felt. She always felt pensive when he crossed her mind. He had left more than seven years ago, and not on good terms. Gina leaned back in her chair and kicked off her shoes. She tapped her nails on her desk, a bad habit from childhood she superstitiously thought helped her think. She looked at the phone, weighing her choices. Should she call him? That would be the best way to turn down any offer he made. If she had to face him, she might falter, losing the independence and willpower she had gained since he left. If a human being could be addicted to another human being, then she will forever be in recovery. She once adored Richard, always eager to appease any wish or demand of his. She was so young and naive. The thought of becoming so dependent on another man's attentions was terrifying to her now. She will never lose control like that again. Her love for Richard simmers weakly behind a closed door in her heart. One to believe in the fates, Gina had to finally resign herself to the fact that they were never meant to be together. *** *** *** Richard and Gina met on a blind date, neither one of them thrilled with the idea. Gina was a callow nineteen-year-old working as a hostess at a Dallas restaurant. Richard was a thirty-two-year-old attorney, handsome, athletic and recently separated. They liked each other immediately. They also shared common interests in food, politics, books and music. Gina's petite stature, short pixie-ish black hair, milky white complexion and stunning green eyes complemented Richard's tall build, blond hair and blue eyes. They were a beautiful couple. Their attraction soon built from warm, wet kisses after a date to frenzied kissing and groping any time they were alone. Gina always thrilled at his looks, touches and kisses. Perhaps the thought that he was an older, experienced man made him more interesting. He teased her at times, telling her she was too young and sweet to handle him. She looked forward to the day she would prove him wrong. Gina scheduled an appointment with her gynecologist and started her first month of birth control pills, just in case. She deified Richard. Sometimes she would asked about his separation. He eased her trepidation by telling her he was in the process of divorcing his wife. She was mentally ill and he couldn't take care of her anymore. The divorce just wasn't final yet. This pacified Gina. She trusted Richard, but most of all she loved him. Over dinner one night their discussion turned to more risqu subject matter. After two glasses of wine, Gina's inhibitions and shyness diminished and she was ready to flirt dangerously. He fed her a strawberry. She held his hand, pulling the strawberry between her pomegranate lips, her eyes never leaving his. They began talking about sex, all kinds of sex. Gina was inexperienced but eager to prove to Richard that she was a fast learner. Richard was the one, she felt sure of it. She was ready to explore all the ways of making love and didn't want to wait anymore. They rushed through the rest of dinner and hurried back to Gina's apartment. Richard turned on some music while she freshened up in the bathroom. He took the time to light several candles around the bed. Gina was more than a little eager to get started. By the salacious gleam in his eye and the way he kissed her when they entered the apartment, she was sure she would have a night to remember. She wanted him to remember it forever also. Gina stood before Richard, naked except for the black silk robe skimming her petite body. She didn't tie the robe closed, instead let the thin silk drape her lithe body revealing a glimpse here and there of creamy skin and gentle curves. She smiled, the effects of the wine allowed her to hold his gaze. "I've been waiting for this since the first time I met you, Gina." Richard said, approaching her. He circled behind her, taking in the aura of her arousal. Gina always carefully guarded her virginity. The moment she crossed the threshold into sexual activity was going to be a time to always remember fondly. Still, she was afraid of how she would react. Would it hurt terribly? Would she cry or scream out in pain? What about orgasm--will she experience an orgasm and how would she know? Would it feel the same as when she brought herself to orgasm by her own hand? He carefully peeled away her diffidence as her clothing slipped from her shoulders. He replaced the air-kissed skin with eyes of adoration and worship. She stood before him, tentative and curious, believing she was loved. What came next was the easy part. Quickly Richard's clothing was strewn across a chair in her small bedroom. She almost laughed at the eager way he stripped, carelessly throwing his expensive-looking clothing to the side. A thick strand of blonde hair slipped across his forehead giving him a boyish look. He was far from being a boy. Richard leaned back on her bed, waiting for her to approach. Gina devoured his body with her eyes first, marveling at the way the light from the candles highlighted the golden brown dusting of hair from his chest to his belly. It thickened to a dark thatch between his legs, the place she nearly feared to go. She brushed the back of her hand along the finer hairs on his belly, letting them tickle her skin before turning her palm to his chest. Gina straddled his thighs, touching all that she wondered about: smooth shoulders, corded arms, hard belly. Her hand enclosed his thick shaft, feeling for the first time the part of a man that was elusive and mysterious to her. The contrast of her milky skin against his rugged tan was so beautiful, like cream melting into warm caramel. She tasted his lips, jaw and neck with her tongue. It was so right. He was gentle, each caress followed by a dusting kiss or a whispered word. Their hearts, words and touches were in sync. "I love you," he lied. He rolled her to her back, kissing away any fear that was left, building the passion, stoking the fire. The first push of his cock head against her virginity drew a gasp. Slowly he withdrew, only to enter a little further, bringing the needed wetness with him. Her thighs gripped his hips, the heels of her feet nudging at the back of his legs. Richard's cock felt huge. It was supposed to fit, other women did this all the time. Surely she wasn't too small. The time was now. Gina prodded him with her heels. Richard's body held back in question, trembling with sexual tension. "Please," she whispered, "now." Richard pushed gently, finally thrust painfully, pleasurably past the stubborn door of virginity. He stopped, still deep inside her and apologized with tender kisses for the discomfort of the break. There were many more things to teach you, he would tell her later, and each one is more exciting than the next. She was eager to learn. Eventually he introduced her to something she never thought she would enjoy, never thought she should enjoy. Ever since, she has wanted to use what she learned, share it with someone else in some way. It would have to be someone special, though. A week later Richard brought her to an expensive restaurant again, showering her with lusty affection. She could still hear his huskily spoken words in her ear, "I think you're ready." Shivers electrified her body when his tongue nipped at her earlobe that particular night. Instantly her nipples tightened, showing through her thin shirt. Richard noticed and as they were leaving the restaurant. He brushed his arm against her chest, sending more fiery sparks reverberating through her. "You're a bad boy, Richard," Gina said with a smile. "You have no idea." Perhaps she was a little apprehensive about what was to happen next. Gina wasn't one to back down from a promise, and she did promise to be an eager student. Richard loved it when she told him that. They took a cab back to her apartment. Once, Gina slid her hand over the front of Richard's chinos to feel his anticipation. She looked up at him, giving him the wide-eyed and innocent look. He tensed his muscles. Gina felt his cock move under her hand. She knew it was bold to grab him like this, especially when she met the eyes of the cab driver in the rear-view mirror. Somehow the wickedness of it thrilled her all the more. Richard's demeanor changed a little once they were alone. He slowly undressed and told her to do the same. Gina pouted playfully and slipped from her skirt. Her thin silk blouse whispered down her arms and puddle at her feet. She was wearing black thigh high stockings underneath and nothing else. He began to tell her what he was going to do to her body, but she would have to follow his instructions. Gina promised him she would do anything he asked of her. With an air of unemotional dignity, Richard instructed her to step towards the bed as he pulled his tie from the pile of clothing on the floor. She knelt on the bed, hands placed on top of her thighs, her heels pressed into her bare bottom, waiting. Richard took away her vision with a blindfold forcing her to use her other senses. She could feel him behind her. His body heat warmed her skin. Her milky-white skin tingled with apprehension, with questions of what would happen next. Gina felt the bed dip to her right, knowing Richard was examining her. She shivered. "Let me look at you, Gina." Richard guided her to her knees and used his hands to guide her thighs apart. Shivers of fear and excitement shook her briefly. His hands stroked around her thighs, lightly brushing against her dark pubic hair. She shivered again. Gina's breath came in little pants and gasps. It was difficult to keep still and patiently wait for the next sensation. He spread her thighs further apart, bending her over so her palms were flat against the cold satin sheets. The bed dipped again. Ever so gently he palmed her exposed sex, leaving his cupped hand to hold her down there afterward. He withdrew his hand and lightly slapped it back to her desire-swollen sex. No, it didn't hurt, or maybe a little. It didn't matter. She liked it. The sharp tingles reverberated outward from the center of her sex, tingling and warming the rest of her body. He repeated the gesture. "Oh." Gina softly moaned, catching her lower lip with her teeth. "Shhhhh." The titillating slaps became wetter. Gina spread her legs wider, eager to feel the complete sensation. Her back arched to offer herself more fully to his ministrations. The bed dipped. Gina froze, her back still wantonly arched. Never in her life had she felt so sexed up. She wanted to hurry and climax but she knew he wouldn't let her. He would make her wait and wait. Her orgasms were always better that way. Cat-tongue rough whiskers grazed her lower back. Richard moved his chin back and forth on the small of her back, his bulk slowly sliding over her back. His rough chin scratch-kissed her skin up to the back of her neck. His fingers slid into her short black hair, gripping gently. Gina moved her hips under him, feeling his prodding erection against the back of her thigh rubbing against the top of her stocking. Her skin prickled. The bed dipped. Richard placed one of his hands next to hers. The inside of his muscled arm gently brushed her own arm. The hand playing with her silky short hair traveled down her neck. He reached around and palmed a tender breast, rolling a taut pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed the flushed nipple, dragging another moan from Gina. His hand continued to explore her soft skin, down her ribs, her waist, skimming over her hip, circling to the place between her legs that was begging for release. He teased the short curled hair before testing the slit with his finger. She was dripping wet. His finger tapped her clitoris, bringing another grinding of her hips against him. "Shhhhh . . . don't move." "I--please--I can't help it," Gina gasped out. His fingers left her slippery wetness and pushed between the parted lips of her mouth. Gina sucked, circling his fingertip with her tongue. Richard's hand returned to her hip, caressing, stroking down her thigh, inching under the band of the black thigh high stockings wore. His hands continued to explore exposed skin. The bed dipped. Richard hovered over her, preparing to enter her from behind. He loomed over her like a proud beast preparing to mount his bitch. He prodded between her legs with his proud cock, already oozing precum. She arched against him, so eager to take all of him in. Richard pushed his cock against the warm wet center of her sex, easing slowly into her. She pushed against him. He plunged deep within her. Gina cried out when he entered her so ferociously and deep. He continued his thrusts in and out, Gina rocking with him, gasping with each slam against her cervix. He pulled out once, plowing over her engorged clitoris and through her dark bush only to slam back into her with a vengeance. He pulled out again, rubbing his hot sticky cock head between her swollen labia, rubbing her engorged clitoris again. She felt the tremor start within her, the unbelievable powerful orgasm that contracted her from the inside out, forcing her to scream with pleasure. She felt their juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. Richard flopped his cock onto her rounded bottom, groaning loudly as he came. Gina moaned and cried out with her orgasm, coinciding with Richard's release. The feel of his hot cum creaming her back made her cries all the more powerful. *** Gina continued to reminisce of that time seven years ago. She was all of nineteen-years-old and full of love for Richard. He taught her so much about sex, the joys and pains of it. He wasn't around when she turned twenty. Her life nearly ended after he announced his plans to reconcile with his wife. She lost hope in men at that time, obsessing over Richard, calling him, thinking about him, dreaming about him, hating him, and loving him. She felt betrayed and dirty, unwilling to accept the fact that Richard only considered her as an affair. He was her first love. She had a few lovers after Richard, but none could compare. She never felt as comfortable with them. She held back telling them of the games she liked to play. They just didn't seem the type. If not for Charles, her wonderful, sweet, knight-in-shining-armor Charles, she would have lost everything: her sanity, her career goals, her friends, even her life. Charles had been her friend since her senior year in high school. Charles had an exotic attractiveness about him. His hair was thick and dark and he never noticed it needed a trim until it began to curl at the collar of his shirt. He had a warm smile and generous lips, and eyes of deep dark brown. He had the potential to date as many of the girls at their high school that he wanted, if he hadn't been so painfully shy. They lived across the street from each other and their mothers' had become close friends. Gina's mother thought it would be a good idea if Charles would drive Gina to school, saving her the trouble. Charles passively agreed and he and Gina eventually struck up a unique friendship. He told her of his dreams for the future. She felt comfortable sharing some of her secrets with him. He admitted having a girlfriend who lived in the town he moved from forty miles away. Gina never pried, but had the feeling Charles was hiding something from her. They developed a rewarding friendship with just a slight undercurrent of sexual tension. She thought so, anyway. After high school, Charles started college at the local university and Gina didn't see him as often. They talked on the phone at least once a week and got together for movies and concerts occasionally. They always visited each other's parents, especially at holidays when their schedules allowed for a few days of rest to spend at home. Charles talked about a girlfriend, but Gina had yet to meet her. After Richard announced the reconciliation of his marriage, Charles stayed around her often. He admitted he was worried about her health and well-being and hung around her to the point of annoyance. She cried a river on Charles' shoulder. He always let her cry it out, his hand rubbing tender circles on her back. His outlook on life, love and other influences soon had her laughing and ready to get back into life. Still, through all this time she never met his elusive girlfriend. Many times she thought to ask him if there was something he wanted to tell her. But, no, he would tell her in due time, when he was ready to admit he had feelings for other men. She would accept him no matter what, she loved Charles and that was all that mattered. He was her best friend. They opened a restaurant together. Gina's ability to whip up gourmet meals paired with Charles' unfaltering business sense produced a successful restaurant. In no time they reached the pinnacle of their field, five stars in Thompson's Restaurant Review. Charles and Gina spent so much time together. Eventually Charles admitted he lied about the girlfriends, only because he was in love with Gina. He wanted to tell her years ago but didn't think she was ready. Besides, every time he got up the nerve to say the words, Gina would be dating someone else. And after Richard, Charles didn't have the heart to hit her with his feelings. Gina didn't know how to react, only asked him to give her some time. Charles backed off, knowing he didn't lose Gina forever, but things may change forever between them. *** Gina crumpled the pink message slip in her hands. So Richard, the man happily married to a so-called mental case, called her a couple of hours ago? He played with her feelings once, she was convinced he outright lied to her about his wife, but never again. She was over him. The only effect he had on her was the wet spot in her panties her reminiscing had caused. And then she realized, why it came to her now she was uncertain, he only told her he loved her when they had sex. Gina smoothed down her skirt and leaned against her office door admiring the long tall muscular form of her best friend down the hall. She wondered if the wetness in her panties had left a tell tale spot on the back of her beige skirt. "Oh Chuckie, how about a drink at my place after work?" Gina asked in a sing-song voice. Charles turned and looked at her with a gentle, almost sad, smile. "How many times have I told you not to call me Chuckie? You know what that means, don't you? I'll have to tickle an apology out of you." He winked, and Gina noticed the slight crinkles in the corner of his brown eyes, how sexy it looked on him. "Promises, promises." Gina teased. "You want me and you know it." Charles waggled his brows, pushing back the dark waves from his face. "Fuck you, Chuckie." Gina thought that Charles never looked sexier. "Yeah, promises, promises." *** Their relationship changed that night after Charles showed up for the promised drink and a bout of playful tickling. Gina told him in no uncertain terms how she felt about him. His friendship and companionship had meant the world to her over the years. She couldn't imagine a life without him. She admired his intelligence and respected his opinions. He was an incredibly beautiful man who would make a wonderful father someday. Did she say that? Yes, she did and she'll say it again and again and again. "I love you Charles," she said, "and I want to know more of you. I want you to know more of me and if we like what we learn, well, will you marry me? I know this is difficult to hear, coming from me, but I know how I feel. I finally know how I feel and it is wonderful!" Her happiness increased tenfold when he scooped her up in his arms and admitted the same, wondering why she didn't come to her senses sooner. They needed to make up for lost time, you know. Yes, I love you, too, and yes I will marry you, you feisty woman. *** The bed dipped. Gina ran her hands down the front of Charles' chest. Her gold wedding band glinted in the candle light, making her smile. Again. They were friends, always friends, and now they were husband and wife. Gina licked and sucked his nipple, running her hands down his firm belly to stroke his thighs and the sensitive spot she knew he had at the small of his back. Charles smiled his sultry come-hither smile. She couldn't see his eyes. He was blindfolded. Charles liked her games and was becoming quite the expert playmate. Always, she made sure he knew before he came. And after. She would tell him again and again. "I love you, Charles." And she meant it. 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