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³ "Tilly" ³
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³ By The Woodpecker ³
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There is a special place that I would like you to know about. It's my own
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mail folder at Gary and Heather's BBS, in Atlanta, Georgia, (404-244-7059).
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I call my special place "HEATHER'S IN & OUT BOX." Please feel free to give
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me a call there anytime. You can leave me messages, let me know what you
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think about my stories, or just engage in some chit-chat. Come and join in
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on some good ole' adult fun with me and my friends. Bring along some of
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your own friends if you like...we'd love to have you all! I'm sure we can
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have a delightfully wonderful time together.
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Hope to hear from you soon!
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Heather Dawson, Sysop
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³ The following story was authored by one of the growing ³
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³ number of erotic writers that make Gary & Heather's BBS ³
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³ their home. Our OWN GROWN tales of erotica are proving ³
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³ to be some of the hottest, wildest, most exciting that ³
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³ can be! ³
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³ ³
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³ Our OWN GROWN authors write with sincerity, in hopes ³
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³ that you will be able to empathize with the eroticism, ³
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³ joy, and sensitivity that they themselves possess. Come ³
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³ and share with our family in our fantasies AND real-life³
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³ sexual experiences! ³
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³ "Tilly" ³
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³ ³
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³ By The Woodpecker ³
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COPYRIGHT (C) 1991 - By The Woodpecker (cml) - All rights
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reserved except as provided for herewith: This document MAY
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BE freely reproduced, or transmitted by any form or any
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other means deemed suitable, providing it is not modified in
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part or whole nor sold, or combined with other products sold
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commercially, without the express written permission of the
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author.
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Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta, Georgia - (404) 244-7059
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"OUR OWN GROWN QUALITY STORIES OF EROTICA"
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I sat on the futon with the remote in one hand, a
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cigarette in the other, flipping through the channels.
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I caught a glimpse of lingerie and clicked back to
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"Twin Peaks," imagining the sight of Sherilyn Fenn
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half-naked over me. Another dull Saturday night. Tilly
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was working until close again at the restaurant, which
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usually meant she'd be too tired to want to go out
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afterwards. We hadn't seen each other all week, and
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even though we'd talked on the phone, I was going crazy
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from her absence. I didn't have much to look forward to
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lately except her. Jobs were scarce, and my savings
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were nearly shot.
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I can't really afford to go out anyway, I thought,
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and crushed my cigarette. "Twin Peaks" was ending and I
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flipped over to the local news. My eyes were on the TV,
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but my thoughts were on Tilly. I wondered how serious
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she thought we were. I had been in love before, but
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this seemed solid, secure. I didn't want to ruin it
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though, and only recently had we begun to get physical,
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quick kisses here, a loving pat there. My fantasies
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were filled with images of Tilly in positions we shied
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away from speaking of.
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The anchorwoman began prattling about unemployment
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figures. I didn't want to be reminded, so I clicked
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over to Cinemax. A brunette was moaning while prudish
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camerawork zoomed in on her face and faded to black. I
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was about to turn the set off when the phone rang.
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"Hi, sweetie, it's me." Porcelain and steel crashed
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together in the background as Tilly spoke. "We've got a
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late rush, so I don't know when I'll be off. Hopefully
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soon, but don't count on it."
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"Well, okay, what time do you think?"
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"Oh, midnight I imagine. I've got to run. Want me to
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call later?"
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"Yeah, sure, I'll be up," I said, trying to put an
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eagerness into the words. "Maybe we can--"
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"Sorry, manager's calling, I'll talk to you soon.
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Bye."
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I lit another cigarette and blew a few smoke rings.
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Midnight, half an hour to clean up, ten minutes to get
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over here, ten minutes til last call at the bars. "No
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way," I murmured. My spirits fell from their momentary
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high on the phone. I really needed to see Tilly, to
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reassure myself that I wasn't all alone, to affirm my
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mind's elaborations of her face and the echoes of her
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laughter. I rested my head on the cushions and slowly
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drew deep breaths to rinse the dull ache from my chest.
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Nothing to do but wait.
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~~~~~
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I jerked awake to the bleat of the phone. I groped
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above my head and held the receiver to my ear.
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"Hello?" I croaked.
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"Did I wake you?"
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"No, no, just something in my throat. What's up?" I
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covered the phone and coughed my esophagus open.
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"You were asleep," Tilly said. "I'll just let you go
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back to bed."
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"No, wait, what time is it?"
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"Almost one. I knew I shouldn't call this late, but
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I thought maybe you'd be watching a movie or
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something."
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"Just dozed off for a second. So what are you up
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to?" My blood raced in hopes of seeing her.
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"I don't know. I'm too charged up to go straight
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home, but I guess the bars are closed. Damn."
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I pictured her biting her lower lip and ruffling her
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long brown hair as she looked at the clock. After a
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pregnant pause, I said, "I've got beer and wine over
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here. Why don't you come on over and have a drink? I'd
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really like to see you. It's been ages."
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"Six days!" Tilly laughed. "Well, if you're sure
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you're up--"
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"Yes, come on over. I'll see you in what, twenty
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minutes?"
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"Make it half an hour. I have to at least wash the
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smell of tomato sauce off. See you in a few."
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I hurried through the apartment, straightening the
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mess up a little if not actually cleaning. I try to
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keep things basically orderly, but dust and dishes tend
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to accumulate. With the ashtrays dumped, the dishes
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rinsed and stacked in the sink, and the bathroom
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touched up (I do draw the line at a filthy toilet), I'd
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just settled back onto the futon in clean jeans and an
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oxford when Tilly knocked and walked in.
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"Hey!" I said, wearing a Cheshire grin.
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"Hi! Long time no see!" Tilly dropped her purse and
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coat on a chair and sat down next to me with a breeze
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scented with lavender. She kicked her pumps off and
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curled her slender legs under her, modestly holding her
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denim skirt down. After adjusting her green cashmere
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sweater, she settled into the cushions. "What's this?"
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she asked, nodding at the TV.
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"I don't know. Something silly." I switched over to
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the preview channel to see what else was on. "Watch for
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something interesting while I get you that beer." I
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left to rummage through the fridge, returning with two
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glasses and a bottle of chablis.
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"I lied," I said. "No beer."
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"This is fine," Tilly said. "And `Casablanca' starts
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at 2:30. If you're awake."
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"Make that WE. You know how you zonk out after a few
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glasses of wine."
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I handed her a glassful and poured some for myself. I
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settled next to her and listened to the travesties of
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the night's work, admiring her features without ogling,
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listening passively.
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". . . so the drunks finally left, and since most of
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the closing stuff was done, I got off right after. And
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I did make seventy-five dollars." Tilly drained her
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glass and refilled it.
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"Well that's not so bad for a Christmas break
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weekend," I said.
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"I can't complain. So." Her blue irises sparkled.
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"Thanks for listening. I just have to get work off my
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mind and off my chest. What have you done tonight?"
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It must have been the alcohol that tripped my
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tongue: "Finished a poem."
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"Can I read it?" Tilly hunched forward slightly.
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"Maybe finished isn't the right word--revised,
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maybe. I don't think it's quite done."
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Tilly sat back a bit, stared down into her glass as
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she sipped. I wanted to show her my work, but it
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happened to be a love poem to her, a poem whose effect
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I couldn't predict. But she sat there looking dejected
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for several minutes as we drank, and better judgment
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dissolved.
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"You really want to read it?"
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A broad smile creased her face. "Yes, if you don't
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mind."
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I retrieved the latest revision from a sheaf of
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papers on the end-table and handed it to her. I almost
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chickened out by excusing myself to the bathroom, but
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the way Tilly twirled her fingers in her hair and
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smiled with the poem in her hands held me to my seat. I
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sipped nervously while she read.
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Her eyes moved across the lines, paused, then
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retraced the words once more before looking to me. I
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tried to gauge her feelings about the semi-erotic
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amorous longings I'd expressed so frankly on paper, the
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emotions which I couldn't convey in conversation. Tilly
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massaged the toes of her left foot and stared at me
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poker-faced. I put my hands out in a supplicant
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gesture. Tilly straightened her legs and let me cradle
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her feet in my lap. I began rubbing the weariness from
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them while the poem lay mute between us.
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"I feel warm and wonderful," she finally said.
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"I do my best to give a good massage." I worked my
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thumbs along her arches, fighting the sexual urges I
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felt at the texture of the tight nylon.
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"Not just that." She picked up the poem and re-read
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a few lines. "You never said anything like this to me.
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No one has." Her hands grasped mine and I looked into
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her blushing face. "Why didn't you just tell me how you
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felt?"
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"You know how I am. I just don't communicate my
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feelings well. Not in front of people anyway. I write
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better than I speak."
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Tilly squeezed my hands. "Dance with me."
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We stood and I put some soft music on. Tilly curled
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into my body and swayed with my steps. Her warmth and
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scent aroused me as her head cradled against my
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shoulder. I rubbed her lean back through the cashmere,
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the sweater soft as her cool china hands. I felt a
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spark building as we shuffled over the carpet.
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It wasn't long before we were simply swaying in an
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embrace, her fingers shadowing mine as we traversed our
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bodies' landscapes. With renewed fear of breaking the
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spell I kept my hands chastely above her waist, until
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she slipped her fingers inside my jeans. I began to
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inscribe circles on her shoulderblades, spiraling along
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her vertebrae until I was cupping her buttocks and
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kneading them in alternating geometric patterns.
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"Kiss me," she whispered, moving her mouth over
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mine. We stood like marble, our only movements in our
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jaws and tongues as we pressed together, absorbing each
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others' pent-up passions. Tilly's arms wrapped as a boa
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clenching its prey, and I simply stood solid, praying
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that the contact wouldn't end.
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Tilly finally stepped back, opening her eyes to my
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gaze, and reaching behind to take my hand in hers. Her
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eyes sparkled with moist happiness, and I kissed away a
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tear which overran its dam. We turned in unison and
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resumed our slow dance, whispering the lyrics of the
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love song filling the room.
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~~~~~
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Before long we were cuddled close on the couch,
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swallowing the last of the wine. My joy was almost able
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to overcome my insecurities, but deeply lodged in my
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mind was a sense of dread. Something, somehow, was
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going to fail, I just knew it. But I sat with the
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thrill of warmth and love, cataloging the emotions and
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sensations I enjoyed with Tilly.
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When the music stopped, Tilly walked over to the
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stereo and shut it off. I admired her curvature as she
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bent, and she caught my smile when she turned back to
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me. With a toss of her hair and a lick of her lips, she
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stepped toward the bedroom, looking over her shoulder
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to lead me with her stare. Nervously, I proceeded down
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the hall, a few feet behind.
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I stopped in the doorway and again appreciated the
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female form, trailing my eyes along her softly lit,
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curled body on the bed. No longer was she modestly
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adjusting her skirt--it had pulled up beneath her,
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letting her legs show their entire length, flowing up
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and over the peaks of hips into the strong surge of her
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buttocks. She kicked off her shoes and extended her
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toes like a ballerina in piroutte, falling over to her
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back with her arms outstretched, beckoning.
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I laid on the bed alongside her, waiting for Tilly
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to reinstigate the touches to demonstrate her desire to
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go further. Too many times, it seemed, I was too eager
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to push the edges of the envelope, letting lust
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overcome love, burning myself. I would gladly be led by
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the ear with Tilly.
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The pull of her hand behind my thigh dismissed these
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thoughts. As she brought my leg across hers, Tilly
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lifted her jaw to kiss me. I relaxed the muscles in
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both my neck and thigh and half-covered her with my
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body. Our mouths were like a stormy sea of flying fish,
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mating at the crests of their surges. Breaths whistled
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in my ears. The strum in my chest beat double-time to
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Tilly's kneading grips on my back. Pressure increased
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as she strained against my weight like an isometric
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exercise. My extended member was trapped, pinned
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between layers of cloth and flesh, and I wondered about
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Tilly's body's response as I ran my lips down to the
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cleft of her neck. With her hands roaming my denim-clad
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extremities, I eased a hand under her soft green
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sweater.
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My fingers could hardly detect the difference
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between the cashmere and her body. My palms were damp,
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and to avoid the unpleasant friction of wet and dry
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skin, I skidded my fingernails up her torso, higher
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into the heat between us, rewarded with a sharp whisk
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of air past Tilly's teeth. I traced the lower edge of
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her bra while I nuzzled her earlobes, and I was pleased
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with her ardent clasps on my muscles.
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"Is this okay?" I murmured in her ear, momentarily
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ceasing my caresses.
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"God, you have to ask?"
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"I don't want any misunderstanding, any hurt
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feelings, any . . . anything to push us apart." I put a
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light kiss on her nose.
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"Nothing's coming between us, honey. I want you more
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than anyone." Tilly rolled away from me and sat up. She
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brought me nearer with a curl of her fingers, and began
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unbuttoning my shirt: a kiss above the button, button
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released, kiss again, then move down for the next. Soon
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her hands roamed freely over my chest, and I shrugged
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the shirt off my shoulders. I was about to reach for
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her sweater when her fingers encircled my nipples and
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she bent her head to them. I jerked involuntarily at
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the tickle, but regained my balance quickly and closed
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my eyes to enjoy her touch.
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Tilly pushed me back and massaged my torso while
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tracing its striations with her tongue. I stroked her
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silky hair, delighting in its softness and the way it
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seemed to blend into the cashmere on her back. An
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overwhelming warmth came over me, filling my body with
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honey. I worshiped her face, so delicately shaded and
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highlighted in the dim room, inscribing her visage
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indelibly in my mind. I would call that memory up at
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every spare moment, I knew. I eased forward and put my
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lips to her cheek, prompting her to turn her head to
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take my warm breath into her once again.
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Her breasts were firm and supple on my chest. I
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lifted a hand to brush the side of one, and my other
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hand targeted her ass. I slid it up her skirt and
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cupped a silky cheek tightly. Tilly groaned and lifted
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her head, exposing her neck to my dancing tongue and
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her breast to my palm. Her nipples were indeed
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stiffening, and I pushed against the roundness under my
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fingers while inhaling deep tastes of lavender.
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When she slipped the sweater quickly over her head,
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I laughed at the completeness of the effect: her lacy
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bra was light purple to go with her scent. I sat up and
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lifted her skirt to find the matching hue masking her
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mound. Tilly slapped my hand away and giggled, then
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turned around and teased the hem up her thighs until it
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bunched around her waist. I bent to kiss the lavender
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cheeks while releasing the button of the garment,
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unzipping it, and bringing it down and off her legs.
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"No denim allowed," Tilly said, standing over me.
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With a grin I straightened beside her and held my arms
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wide, inviting her to enforce her rule. Her fingers
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pulled my button-fly apart and she eased my jeans to my
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ankles by crouching down onto her knees. My erection
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was poorly disguised in my boxers, and she pulled the
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opening apart like curtains, pursed her lips, and blew
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over the hot skin within. She crawled forward until her
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encased breasts pushed against my thighs and shot her
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tongue past the fabric.
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I groaned at the moist contact, a sensation nearly
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forgotten. She kissed the shaft and ran her tongue up
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to my head before putting her lips to my cock again.
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Kiss; kiss again; one more, then holding my soft head
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lightly between her teeth, tongue curled around its
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base. I was tempted to put my hand behind her head and
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urge her further, but I resisted. It wasn't a moment,
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though, before she eased forward of her own volition,
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sucking tenderly until she filled her mouth. After two
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or three strokes, I did rest my hands on her head, and
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she began rocking back and forth more quickly.
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"Feels so good, babe," I growled. "So very good,
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mmmmmm." I could feel my orgasm welling between my
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legs, the tell-tale tightening of the tendons in the
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inner thigh. "Mmmmmmm, ooooh, God, won't be long--"
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Tilly left my cock and wrapped her fingers around
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it. "Not yet, don't cum yet, darling." She looked up at
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me, stroking gently and licking her lips. "Tell me how
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much you want it. Talk to me."
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I forced my mouth to form words, my tongue seemingly
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swollen from the sexual tension. "I want to cum with
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you. I want to lick you all over, and glide my fingers
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into your every crevice and fold, and pinch your
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nipples with my teeth until you're overcome. I want to
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suck your nipples, and suck your clit until you're a
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bath of cum, and then you'll take me back into your
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mouth until I cum on your tongue, on your face, on your
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tits, and then rub it all in."
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"I want to cum with you," Tilly echoed. "I want you
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to eat my pussy until your face is soaked, and finger-
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fuck me while you're nibbling my clit, and I'll be
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sucking your cock until it explodes on me, and tasting
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your jism, and helping you rub your juice all over my
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hot tits. Do you like the way I said that?" she asked,
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feeling my rigidity jump in her grasp on the words
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"fuck," "cock," and "tits."
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"You should have your mouth washed out, young lady,"
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I laughed.
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"Wash it for me, stud," Tilly replied, standing and
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forcing her tongue into my mouth. I pushed the organ
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back and caressed her lips with my own, sliding my
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tongue over the wet textures. Her warm flesh pressed
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against me, and I reached around to release her bra,
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sliding my hands once again to the sides of her tits,
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leaning back slightly to get to the nipples. I kneaded
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her mounds roughly, lifting, turning, pulling on them
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like enormous joy-sticks. My prick pushed into her
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waist just above her navel, and I arched my back to put
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its tip into the indention. That ended the kiss, as
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Tilly started laughing.
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"It's a little lower," she mocked, holding my cock
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and swirling it in a circle around her belly button.
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Then she stepped back and dropped the bra to the floor.
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She pulled her hair up and stood in a lewd pose,
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playing the model, forcing her tits out in all their
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glory. I took the chance to drop to my knees before her
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purple waist, steering her around to lie back on the
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bed. Tilly guessed the proper position and held her
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legs apart with her ass at the edge of the mattress. I
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gazed for a moment, enraptured, before licking my way
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along her thighs to their crest.
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The panties evidenced her arousal, and I tasted the
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sweet juices from the fabric before pulling it away.
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Her pussy was sparsely furred with deep brown hair, and
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I sent a breeze through her thatch before touching it.
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Her muscles tightened when my lips met her labia, and
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they clenched further when I extended my tongue between
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them. I put a long, narrow stroke from end to end,
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following with a broad lap along each lip. With my
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mouth wide open, I covered the top of her cunt, sending
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my tongue in search of her clit. Closing my jaw, I held
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her button gently in a vise of lip-covered teeth. I
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sucked at the seal, and heard a deep groan resounding
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in Tilly's chest. I released, then continued a cat's
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lapping while fingering her puffy folds. Her legs
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raised above her and she grasped her ankles, exposing
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herself even more, an unspoken encouragement and plea.
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I framed her twat with my hands on her ass, holding
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her open with my index fingers as my tongue dipped
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deeper into her juicy pink orifice. I pushed my nose in
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and slid it upwards, coating my face in pale white
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fluid. I tapped her clit again and then rifled my
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tongue over her sex, zipping up and down, back and
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forth, frenzied like a shark following chum.
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"Oh, God, oh shit, oh damngoddamngodDAMNit
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OOOOhhhhhh!" Tilly forced the words out as her body
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wracked in orgasm. I eased off for a few seconds, then
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tapped her clit with my tongue: her arms and legs
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flopped onto the bed and her hands clenched in the
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comforter. Another, smaller orgasm tweaked her nerves
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before she took several deep breaths. I slid up onto
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the bed and ran my lips over her forehead, cheeks, and
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chin.
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"I love you," I whispered.
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She smiled and kissed me back. "I love you too." We
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slid up to the head of the bed and cuddled for a while,
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fondling each other's nipples and intertwining our
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legs. Drops of pre-cum perched precariously on my cock
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and dripped to my stomach now and then, and Tilly
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eventually smeared them onto her finger and began
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swirling them over my rigid staff. Soon my cock was
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completely smeared with the sticky moistness, and Tilly
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put her hand around it. With only a few strokes, I was
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on the verge of coming. She sensed my condition and
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enveloped me with her mouth.
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I murmured nonsense syllables as she stroked me with
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her tongue, and before I could clamp down, I was
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pumping into her throat. Tilly pulled back and
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swallowed as the last spasms decorated her chest with
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creamy designs. I caught my breath watching her play
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with the viscous fluid, running it along her cleavage,
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spreading it onto her tits, spotting it onto her
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nipples. I smiled and licked a bead onto my tongue and
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deposited it onto hers with a long kiss. I retrieved
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some additional moisture from her pussy and tweaked her
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nipples, lubricated with our combined juices.
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Tilly never let me soften completely: her hands were
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on my cock as soon as I had attacked her nubbins, and
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she stroked me expertly to erection, albeit a bit
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spongier than before. Our mouths played joyfully,
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working in unison as though we had years of
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familiarity. My usual let-down after orgasm was
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bypassed, circumvented by the utter inhibition, intense
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culmination, and rapid resumption of our lovemaking.
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Both of us were flushed with desire and given over
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wholly to the other. I was completely at ease, and
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eagerly reached for her in mutual masturbation.
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Tilly moved to face me, spreading my legs with hers
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so that our limbs formed a diamond. Then she scooted
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forward until our groins were nearly touching. I could
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feel her heat, and I placed my fingers over her open
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pussy as she took my cock. I eased my digits into her
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and slowly fucked her as she jacked me, gazing at each
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other with broad smiles of contentment.
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"Screw me, honey," Tilly said. "Put those fingers in
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me, grind my pussy, make her wetter and hotter for
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you."
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"Pull my cock," I responded. "Play me like a
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clarinet, run me like a gearshift, get me hard to
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plunge into you like you know you want it."
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"I want it all right, I want it deep, I want it all,
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I want YOU." With that, she grasped me and sat up
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against my chest, aiming my cock at her opening. She
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slid me along her wet slit a few times, then eased down
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until her pussy was rubbing my balls.
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"She's got a ticket to ri-ide," I hummed. "She's got
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a ticket to ri-i-ide, she's got a ticket to ride, and
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she don't care!" I tried to thrust upwards, but Tilly
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was in control, eagerly bouncing for a while, then
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grinding against me. She had one hand on her clit and
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the other around my balls, rolling them along her ass
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and squeezing them rhythmically. I put my hands to her
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hanging tits and sucked at her nipples, ringing them
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with saliva and sucking them dry, tasting our sweet and
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salty cum. Our gasps filled the room, and the air was
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thick with our musky odors.
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Tilly felt my orgasm coming and pushed on my
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perineum to hold it back, clenching her pussy on my
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hardon. I squeezed the flesh in my hands, pulled at the
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nipple between my teeth, and with a yelp, she fell
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forward, my cum releasing into her as her own orgasm
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rippled down her spine. We clenched in a tight embrace,
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groaning hoarse words of lust.
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I caressed her shoulders as Tilly gathered her
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||
strength. We laved the skin closest to our mouths as we
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spiraled back to time and place. When I had softened
|
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and fallen from within her, Tilly slid to my side and
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laid her head on my bicep, dozing with a smile. I put a
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finger to her chin and raised her face to my sight. Her
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eyes opened and she puckered her lips. I planted a kiss
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on them and sat up to turn down the sheets.
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Tilly wriggled under the bedclothes and wearily
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gestured me in.
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"Hold me," she whispered, and curled into my chest.
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As I laid with Tilly, arms wrapped about her like
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Christmas package ribbon, matching her soft, deep
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||
breaths, I blessed the swelling in my heart, blessed
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the love sealed securely within.
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Did you like this? Would you like to see more? I enjoy
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writing erotica, but without some encouragement from my
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readers, it sometimes seems a wasted effort. Authors
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need feedback to improve their writing and to maintain
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their enthusiasm. How about a short message on Gary and
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Heather's BBS expressing your reaction? (If you've not
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called this wonderful board, you're missing one of the
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best in the country.) Thanks in advance.
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--- "Woody"
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OWNGROWN EROTICA from Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta 404/244-7059
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