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Archive-name: Casual/rendez2.txt
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Archive-author:
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Archive-title: Rendezvous II-Hetero
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There she sat, Karen and Scoot, hanging out. It was wonderful, his kisses,
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his embraces, his strength. She felt as though it would engulf her as
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he swirled his tongue inside of her mouth and she tased his sweetness.
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It was too much, his hand on her legs was slowly making her hornier and
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hornier: almost driving her ot of control.
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"Stop," she said: she turned around and put on some country music to
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slow down the tone.
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His hand kept going up and down her thighs, it was getting faster and
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faster and faster: The stimulation was making her hot and wet and weat
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all over. Karen's brow was getting damper and damper as the heat built
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up between her thighs. Finally, to torment him, she reached between
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his thighs and started to stoke his penis: slowly at first but with
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growing rapidity. At least, she thought, all is fair in love and war...
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Scott started sweating as his penis grew harder and harder... the tension
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was almost unbearable and his penis felt as though it would explode.
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It was getting to the point of no return... but Karen knew what she was
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doing, she was slowly building up the tension inside of him: feeding on
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his sexual frustrations and his sexual desires. It was geting too much
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for him, she knew, as her hand rubbed up and down and made him feel like
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a sex object.
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"Oh, Karen, stop..." he gasped. Scott started taking off his pants
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but Karen promptly stopped him. It was too early, she thought, it was
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probably a little beter to tease him some more.
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"Karen, I want you..." these were words that she heard a million times.
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None of them meant it -- it always seemed like a farce. But, this
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time, for some absurd reason, it seemed as though Scott really wanted
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her in more ways than one. His body pressed hotly against her crotch,
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Karen could feel that she was getting more and more moist by the minute.
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The heat, the tension was getting unbearable and her desire for sex was
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just getting too severe.
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"Scott, stop," she whispered unbelievably as he stuck his hand into
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her pants, sticking his fingers so that they would stroke up and down
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her wetness. "Stop Scott, you're going too fast" -- she knew that he
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thought that she wanted more but she had to say it anyways; it was just
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all part of the good girl image that all women had to keep...
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More later...
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