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<<<<<Orphan Annie's 6th Adventure>>>>>
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Larry found out about Norman. Well, yes, I told him, but
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only after he really got insistent about why I didn't answer my
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phone all that weekend (come to think of it, Norman had unplugged
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his phone, too...). He was real upset, not that I'd promised him
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fidelity but certainly I could understand where his hurt
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expectations had come from. So I invited him over for dinner and
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a talk, and perhaps a pityfuck.
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I selected a satin slipdress--you know, tailored, spaghetti
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straps, trim fitting, low cut but not really dipping too far into
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the cleavage. I picked up some fresh fish and vegies and put on
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a really nice table and candlelight, but he wasn't interested.
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Poor guy was really hurting, I could see it in his face. After
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all we had together, etc., etc., he kept saying, and I could tell
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he just never believed that the whole situation was merely a day-
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to-day thing. Funny how guys never complain about who you've
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seen before, but they really get hurt when you see someone later!
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When I explained that I hadn't really given him up, just allowed
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someone else in, he seemed to brighten a bit and his appetite
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began to come back.
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So I poured us a little more wine and let him talk. His
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work had been going better, and he'd wanted to share it with me,
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and here I'd gone off for a weekend with a year-old reject.
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Again, I patiently explained how there'd been no long term
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promises, just mutual enjoyment. We finished desert, I poured
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some brandy, and we retired to the living room sofa. He was much
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more relaxed, and actually began to ask after me (other than
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regarding Norman, of course). I sketched out current
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projects...nothing he didn't already know about, but they seemed
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to amuse him. But conversation about him was really short: How
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was work? Ok. What about his spare time? Nothing special. Was
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he going out with anyone else? No, of course not. Did he have
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any trips planned? No, now that I wouldn't go along, he'd
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stopped fantasying about them. Well, where had he wanted us to
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go? Now he brightened and began to recite a series of rather
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detailed itineraries he'd thought through. A bit TOO detailed,
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in that EVERYthing was planned, but surely they were all very
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romantic ideas for weekends or longer. When I said I'd go along
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as things permitted he began to get excited again.
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He brought out some pictures he'd clipped, and I moved over
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next to him to see them. He did have a great imagination, and
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his enthusiasm was now really showing. When I reached over to
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point out something in his books, I didn't mind at all letting my
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hand linger in his lap. He didn't grab for me right away, but
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did shift over to be right next to me.
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I poured a little more brandy and the evening drew on. We
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began to plan a trip, selecting a long weekend and picking daily
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destinations. Somewhere along here I kissed his cheek and he put
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his arm around me. I could feel him checking for the (non-
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existent) bra strap and panty line. Just as we finished I got up
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to get more brandy, and when I came back I sat with my back
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against the far armrest of the couch and beckoned to Larry. He
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scooted over and put his arm across my waist. I sipped my
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brandy, gave him his, and asked him if he wanted to stay the
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night. I swear he almost dropped his snifter, and then he
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smiled; he leaned over and kissed me, and I put an arm around his
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shoulders.
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When he sat up I put my snifter aside and took his, holding
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one hand in his lap while I reached over to put his snifter
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aside. I had to really stretch my arm and chest to reach, and
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I'm sure he stared closely at the swelling beneath the slip's
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bodice. When I turned back I reached up to pull him down and he
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pivoted his legs onto the sofa as he lounged beside me.
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He still seemed so unsure, though. I stroked his head, and
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kissed his lips, but he was hesitant. I took his hand from my
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waist and moved it up to my breast, where I held it tight. His
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hand, massive as always, was as warm and gentle as before. As he
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kissed my neck I pulled my head back and just enjoyed all the
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sensations. He soon had his hand inside the dress and then he
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slipped the straps off my shoulders. He was getting the idea!
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Time to find a little bare skin on this guy, too!
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I rolled sideways, so he could get onto the sofa better,
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then began working on his buttons, literal and figurative. I
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would undo a few then reach down between his legs for a good grab
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as I kissed him deeply. Soon, his shirt was off and his pants
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were open. It wasn't long before his hand was off my breast and
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was sliding up my leg under the dress. I lifted my hips and he
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just pulled it off over my head as I sat up. We then went to
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work on the rest of his clothes and when they were off I took him
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to the bedroom.
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The sheets were cold but we had them warm soon enough.
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There was a lot of exploring we did, sliding our legs over each
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other, tongues in ears, nibbles on necks, fingers on genitals. I
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took him on my side, and I could see him sigh as he slid into me.
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Right away there wasn't the usual vigorous pumping, just sort of
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a slow and gentle massage of all my innards. I ran my hands over
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his chest, behind me to grab his balls, back up through his hair,
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and all the time there was this gentle warmth suffusing through
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me. I was tightening down but not yet near explosion.
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Then he rolled me over onto my back and began to pump more
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quickly. He put his legs outside mine and the pressures changed.
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Next, he started licking and sucking my chest again, and I began
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to really pump back. When he came it wasn't for long but it was
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powerful, almost like a firehose deep inside. I shivered, then
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shuddered, and then thrashed about in a wild, slow-coming orgasm
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that left me breathless.
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With the exhaustion that brought, and the brandy, I soon
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fell asleep. Larry was there, gently again in the morning, and
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we repeated the performance until the sun was at zenith. He left
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a little more confident of himself and I lingered in bed, assured
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the attentions of two wonderful men. Can life be sweeter?
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