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                                     K.J. Rice
                           Koncubine Kevin - Part 1 and 2
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                   This is the first and second part of a three part series that
                 consists of my first posting.  I would appreciate ANY criticisms,
                 good or bad, sent to 2frssprout@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu.  This work is
                   declared copyrighted 1992 by K. J. Rice, Lawrence, Kansas.  It
                   may be copied freely as long as no textual changes are made. 
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                       Kevin walked through the door and put down his backpack on
                    the kitchen table, wondering if this particular monday could
                   possibly get worse.  Two hour and a half tests in a row!  His
                    hand was achy from writing, and waiting 20 minutes in a cold
                               windy drizzle for his bus didn't help.
                       "Why is it," he mused as he collapsed into his easy chair,
                  "that when I'm on campus, I can't wait to get home, but when I'm
                  home I'm bored stiff?"  There was no answer, only emptiness from
                    his 2 bedroom apartment.  His sort-of-roommate, Carolyn, was
                                         still in class.  
                       The arrangement between them had started about seven months
                 ago.  Kevin had bumped into Carol, a high school acquaintence, in
                  the union; she mentioned that she was living with her parents in
                 a nearby city and commuting the 40 miles a day to classes.  After
                  a couple of weeks, Kevin convinced a very shy Carol into renting
                 his living room hide-a-bed for a small fee instead of commuting. 
                         Eventually, they started dating.  She found a different
                     person in Kevin than she had known in high school.  Kevin
                 actually cared about her!  He also knew (somehow) when she needed
                  him; when to go away; or when just to sit nearby waiting for her
                        to let out what she needed.  Carol was drawn to him.
                      With their relationship, Carol bloomed.  She had been a very
                  introverted and lost soul as little as a year ago, but breaking
                     away from an overprotective set of parents made a world of
                   difference.  She discovered that far more joyful, freewilled,
                   bouncy self that she had inside.  She had been afraid, for one
                      reason or another, of lots of things.  No more did these
                 irrelevancies hold her.  But, her change wasn't only leaving
                   home; a lot came from hanging out with Kevin's close circle of
                                              friends.
                          Kevin had a discerning eye about people.  There's no
                   explaining how, he was just that way.  He seemed to be able to
                   accurately gauge a person's intelligence, even their integrity
                  very quickly upon meeting them.  This sense about people led him
                   to choose friends that made for an eclectic group, but a close
                  knit one.  Each was creative and brilliant in their own way, but
                  together (to sometimes some rather strange ends) they fed on one
                   another.  "How many atoms are there in the Universe?" (10^66),
                  "How do you pick up a dead person?" (the quest produced several
                    policemen who didn't know or wouldn't tell), and really bad
                   poetry about dead animals (let's not describe the horror of it
                     all) were three a multitude of topics they happened upon. 
                           One and all accepted Carol easily; they sensed her
                 specialness just as Kevin had.  She, in turn, grew outward toward
                  them, and to the world, getting involved in activities on campus
                  almost full-time.  But, their relationship suffered.  Carol was
                  making up for the years her head had been in a novel instead of
                    standing up and taking sides.  Basically, she outgrew Kevin.
                       This was something which they both mourned, but knew it was
                  unchangable.  They no longer fit as they once had, curve against
                 curve, mind to mind.  Kevin was one more thing in her complicated
                    life, one too many activities in a crowded world of changing
                 priorities.  They fell apart, finding other reasons, but that was
                   the real one.  They still loved one other, but it was somehow
                                             different.
                       Now, a month since the breakup, they still saw each other,
                  but increasingly only as roommates.  The end was nigh.  Kevin's
                       empty apartment mirrored the emptiness in his heart. 
                       Kevin broke from his reflections.  His head felt like that
                  Far Side cartoon where the guy says, "Teach, can I be excused? 
                 My brain is full!"  Walking to the bathroom, he took two aspirin,
                             and stepped into a hot, relaxing shower.  
                         Dinner was quick and painless, a can of Chef-Boy-Ardee
                  Spagetti-O's.  "Some nutrition," he thought, "I wonder how many
                 food groups I get from this.." (the answer:  one, Preservatives. 
                    The others, Sugar, Caffine, and Alcohol, aren't in spagetti-
                                              o's.).  
                        After dinner, two wine coolers, and a dumb sitcom or two,
                   Kevin found himself flipping blindly around the channels.  He
                   settled on some dumb teen flick on USA.  The problem was, the 
                   movie was all cut up.  They had removed all the really good T
                    nudity.  He got really frustrated.  "What is the point of a
                       shower scene where you can't see anybody's tits???"  
                       Kevin decided to sate himself, and got up and stuck a porno
                   in the vcr.  He stripped down and played lightly with himself
                    while he watched.  He hadn't gotten very far, when all of a
                  sudden, the door opened, closed, and in walked Carol,from
                                    her student council meeting.
                      "Uh... oops!  Sorry!" She said, taking in the scene. "Didn't
                                        mean to interrupt."
                       "...Ummm... S'allright." Kevin said, sitting up and leaning
                     forward in his chair.  He hoped his nakedness was at least
                 partially hidden.  The coolers had relaxed him; he hadn't thought
                                         of her walking in.
                        As the tape kept on playing, Carol walked in further and
                     dropped her backpack and coat.  She stared at the screen's
                  decidedly erotic images.  She walked slowly over and sat on the
                  overstuffed couch next to Kevin, watching the action.  "This is
                             one I haven't seen before..." she mumbled.
                       Kevin just kept looking at the screen, not sure what to do,
                  ignore Carol or what.  After a time, Carol sat, and reached
                  out as she had done so many times before, and scratched Kevin's.  
                                 "Hhhmmmm," Kevin signed, "That's nice."
                      "Been a long day?"  Carol asked absently, still watching the
                                       figures on the screen.
                             "Way too long, but getting better." said Kevin.
                       "Uh, yeah, I see that..."  Carol said.  She had noticed the
                    empty coolers on the table, but was really getting into the
                 action on the screen, before a scene change distracted her.  More
                 than just being into it, she was actually getting hot at watching
                 all this.  She decided to relieve some tension.  Leaning in close
                   to him, Carol put an arm around Kevin, and slowly reached her
                 other hand over his chest, running her fingers though the tuft of
                  the black hair there.  Pausing to run her fingers lightly around
                 his nipples, she ran her hand slowly down his front and took full
                              hold of Kevin's ramrod-straight cock.  
                        Kevin turned to her and their lips met, while she gently
                  stroked him.  They kissed searchingly, with a hesitant passion,
                     taking their time in the closeness of it.  Carol broke it,
                   pulling away her face, pushing him backwards as she enticingly
                    licked her way down his torso, until she reached his cock. 
                 There, she paused slightly to lick up and savor a drop of pre-cum
                  at the tip.  She loved his taste, his smell; his hardness; deep
                       within her a stirring, warm feeling was taking shape.
                       Carol knew how to handle him well; she drew her lips inward
                 over her teeth, then relaxed her jaw and took all, or nearly all,
                   of him in her mouth.  She loved to hold him this way, rubbing
                       this way and that, feeling him respond to her touch.  
                      "OOooooooooohhhhhh," moaned Kevin, feeling the warmth of her
                  lips engulf him, all of him.  He leaned, then reached over
                    slowly and pulled up on Carol's blouse.  As she continued to
                 suck, he unbuttoned her shirt, taking it off slowly, then removed
                     her bra, skirt, and underwear.  She shifted to shrug these
                   clothes off, never breaking contact.  Finally, they were both
                  naked.  Kevin pulled her off of him, and up to his face, kissing
                   her hard.  They fellsideways on the couch together, with
                                      Carol kneeling over him.
                       Carol broke the kiss, shifting higher and dangling a breast
                  over his eager mouth.  Kevin played with a nipple, first sucking
                    it then flicking it, while reaching down with his right hand
                  between her legs.  She was already wet, Kevin felt, as he ran a
                    finger up and down Carol's inner lips.  He spread around her
                  juices, toying lightly with that little knob of a clit that was
                  just getting hard under his light caresses.  Finally, Carol had
                          enough, and moaned, "I want you inside me Now!" 
                       Kevin broke off with his fingers and mouth, pushing himself
                   up from the sofa and guiding her to lie face down on it.  This
                        was their favorite position, him on top and behind.
                       Carol arched herand ached for the contact.  Kevin lay
                 on top of her, and reached under, but he was too slow.  Carol had
                 already reached between her legs and was guiding him, pulling him
                 into her.  Kevin entered, gasping and heard her half-laugh, half-
                 moan in a convulsion of joy at the feel of skin against skin, the
                         delicious friction of hard cock and ready vagina.
                         They slowly pumped against one another, holding hands at
                 their sides, slowly but surely getting higher and higher.  Kevin,
                      sensing that Carol was near, reached down with his hand,
                    spreading her so that her clit was under his middle finger,
                   rubbing in a slow-up down motion that he knew drove her mad.  
                       For Carol, this was it.  Bucking, she grabbing hold of his
                    butt behind her, pulling him into her.  "AAAAAAHHH!!!!", she
                   cried out, screaming into the cushion in that agony/ecstasy of
                 release.  Multiple waves washed over her, and Kevin felt each one
                    as her inner muscles squeezed his penis, bringing him to the
                     point that he could no longer concentrate on her clit (or
                    anything else).  The feeling spread through him like burning
                  flame, filling his mind.  He bucked hard, throwing himself into
                   her, holding her tight now with both hands as he exploded into
                 her, filling her with spurt after hot spurt, thrusting home again
                               and again until he could move no more.
                       They lay there a while before he slowly, achingly, slipped
                    out of her.  Kevin rolled over and off, to give her air, but
                    missed and fell off the couch and onto the floor with thud. 
                 Carol laughed and draped an arm over, playing with his hair as he
                  contemplated the ceiling with a huge smile on his face.  She got
                  up and let herself down beside him, an arm over his chest.  They
                                       snuggled for a while.
                       After a while, the carpet got scratchy, so Kevin picked up
                    Carol tenderly and carried her to his bed in the other room,
                  where they both crawled under crisp sheets.  They knew they were
                   probably sleeping together for the last time, but even so, the
                  feeling of each other's warm embrace was comforting.  Sleep came
                                 easily, but mostly, Life was Good.
                                                -- 
                                         Koncubine Kevin 2
                       "Spring is here," Kevin thought, as he got off the bus and
                 walkedto his apartment, "too bad there's no one to share it
                  with..."  Walking in, Kevin spotted two messages on the machine.
                              "Great," he sighed, "somebody loves me!"
                         The first was nothing, a request for class notes from a
                   gorgeous but unreachable girl he knew who had missed Friday's
                   class.  The second, however, was something he had been waiting
                               anxiously for, finally bearing fruit. 
                      For Kevin, last saturday night had been slow.  Really slow. 
                  No date, but this wasn't any big surprise, since the breakup he
                 hadn't really felt like going out much.  But Saturday he had felt
                  like it, and "the group" seemed to be all busy.  He didn't even
                               have anyone to go out to a movie with.
                        In his fit of angst-cum-loneliness, he had done something
                  almost totally out of character.  What he had done that Saturday
                   night was almost embarrassing, but the message on the machine
                     today almost made him gleeful, despite the former pall of 
                                            lonlieness.
                        This mood had brought a strange inspiration.  He wanted a
                 date, what to do about finding someone?  Then, just before taking
                             some videos, it hit him.  ADVERTISE!
                                           So, he wrote a ad:
                         "WANTED:  CONCUBINE of beauteous visage and formidable
                          intelligence for romantic tryst of epic proportions. 
                                                Call...."
                       The concubine part was just an attention getter, but a good
                 one, he thought.  His phone number and name were on tear off tabs
                  at the bottom.  Sticking it up on the bulletin board just inside
                 the local video store was almost embarassing, but he overcame the
                  thoughts that everyone was staring at him and put it up anyway. 
                        Now, it didn't seem so strange or embarassing.  Some girl
                   had responded!  They hadn't left a name, just they would call
                                     again that night at 10.  
                         Time passed slowly that evening.  Finally, 10 pm rolled
                             around.  What was she going to be like?  
                      Ring.  Ring.  Kevin didn't want to answer on the first ring;
                              that might seem... desperate.  "Hello?"
                                "Uh, hi, this is Jen.  I called earlier?"
                       "Yeah, uh, Jen, I got your message."  Kevin tried to sound
                  normal, whatever that was.  As if a normal person would be doing
                                               this.
                           "Uh, in your ad... what do you mean by concubine?" 
                          "Well... I wasn't talking about money.  That would be
                  prostitution.  I just thought maybe the woman of my dreams might
                                          be, uh, around."
                         "So, you think dreams answer ads?" Jen said, playfully.
                      "I don't know...Are you a dream?"  Kevin didn't know what to
                  think.  This girl was being cagey.  He wanted to play a little,
                               too, so he settleda little.     
                       "I don't know,"  Jen said, "that depends who you talk to."
                  She started on a new track, trying to throw him off.  "So... How
                   do you feel about a menage' trois?"  Giggling burst out around
                  Jen's voice; her housemates were telling her to say more obscene
                  things, but she didn't want to spoil things.  She just wanted to
                          see how he reacted to an off the wall question.
                        Kevin briefly thought about hanging up when he heard the
                     giggling, figuring this couldn't be a serious call, but he
                  answered anyway.  "Uh, I... I always thought one woman was more
                       than enough for me, but, well... I've never tried it."
                        Jen knew he passed.  That kind of hedging answer meant a
                   lot.  Kevin was obviously a little shy with strangers, and she
                   liked his answers.  Not to mention being quick to come up with
                  that response so fast.  Jen led him on some more, continuing, "I
                    live in a house with six girls... and I just wondered."  She
                 didn't elaborate further - enough was implied by that tone, never
                                      mind it was all a game.
                       Kevin thought this was a little strange, but went on. "So,
                  you want to..."  Kevin faltered.  What to say?  He tried the old
                                    standby, "How about lunch?"
                       They talked a little more, and concluded by arranging lunch
                  for near the end of the week, in the Union, a public place so as
                                        to minimize risk.  
                      As Kevin hung up the phone, he pictured what this Jen looked
                   like.  Five foot two, she had said.  "Hmmm," he imagined what
                            kind of a body was attached to that voice...
                       The quasi-blind lunch date that Kevin had set up a few days
                  arrived in due course.  He showed up with a rose and a small box
                   of Russell-Stover's candies, figuring that some quasi-romantic
                   unexpected act might earn him a receptive mood.  He was right.
                      Jen showed up just a little late, that feminine kind of late
                  that likens itself to feline independence.  She was about 5'2",
                    medium build, and that kind of body that looks like it never
                   considers watching calories.  Her shoulder length blonde hair
                               blew a little in the too-cool breeze. 
                       "Wow!" Kevin thought to himself.  He hesitated, then handed
                  over the rose.  "Pleased to meet you, I'm Kevin.  I trust you're
                                               Jan?"
                        "Manners!" Jen thought, deciding that his slightly self-
                    conscious bearing meant he was as shy as she thought he was.

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                       She answered, "Thank you.  Yes, I'm Jan."  She accepted his
                      flower and candy.  As they walked in, she tried to look
                       indifferently at his body, but there was nothing to be
                    indifferent about.  He wasn't the most handsome or cute guy
                   facially, about normal she guessed, but his body just wouldn't
                                               quit. 
                         Years of cross-country running in high school and early
                    college had given Kevin a clean cut, athletic look and tight
                  buns.  Jan walked slightly behind him and decided she liked what
                    she saw.  So much, in fact, that as she walked up the stairs
                  behind him she thought about what they would be like to squeeze
                                  them, picturing it in her mind.
                       The lunch went well.  Both Kevin and Jan checked each other
                  out for the standard weird obsessions, eating patterns and signs
                    of either obsessive/compulsive or slovenly habits, but to no
                 avail.  They were two normal people, and despite the two or three
                     really dumb things they both said, they like each other.  
                       As they were leaving, Kevin said, "Whatcha doin' Saturday?"
                        Carol knew she was in trouble.  She had promised to visit
                   relatives this weekend.  "Uh, well, I'm going to visit grandpa
                           for-the-very-last-time again this weekend..."
                                                 "What?"
                       "I go every six months or so to visit, and since he's 92 he
                 can't live much longer, so every time our family goes, it's going
                                     'for-the-very-last-time'."
                        "Oh, I get it."  Kevin was thoroughly confused.  Was this
                 creative rejection? "So,..." he stuttered.  Was there going to be
                                           a second time?
                         "How about a week from Friday?" She hoped he'd say yes.
                                   He smiled, "Great.  I'll call you."
                           They said goodbye, and went off to classes beaming.
                       Friday it was.  Kevin could hardly wait.  Jen could hardly
                 wait.  They didn't have to.  They bumped into each other the next
                  day at the lunch counter again.  And the day after.  That whole
                          week, they ate lunch, and talked, and talked.  
                       When Friday night finally rolled around, things were going
                  well between them.  Kevin drove to Jan's place, hoping that his
                  car, "Puff" (the tragic wagon), didn't bad reviews from the five
                                roommates.  He needn't have worried.
                       Kevin walked up the step, anticipating.  When Jen answered
                     the door, he could do nothing but gasp.  Jen looked, well,
                 indescribably delicious.  Edible.  She stood there, taking in his
                    appreciative stare, and invited him in.  "How do you like my
                                              dress?" 
                      Kevin had finally found the use for the line he had heard in
                  a movie, but which rang true, ever so true.  "I'm sorry, I can't
                              see it.  All I can see is your eyes..."
                        Jen turned some shade of pink and passed it off with some
                 statement, and though she knew the line was stolen, she also knew
                  it was heartfelt.  "Glorious day!" she thought.  Her heart sang.
                          As they climbed the stairs, Jen described the living
                  arrangements, "The six of us share four bedrooms upstairs here. 
                 We've all known each other since early high school, and we're all
                 pretty friendly."  Kevin wondered how friendly, but said nothing.
                       Jen told him to wait in her bedroom for a couple of minutes
                    while she finished preparations.  Kevin sat on the bed.  He
                    sniffed.  The room smelled like all girl's rooms, somewhere
                     between potpourri and perfume.  He glanced around past the
                  flowery comforters and stuffed cats, noting that the door to the
                  adjoining bathroom was slightly ajar.  He heard music, and since
                 he had made no sound himself since coming in, he got up and moved
                      stealthily to the head of the bed to get a better view.
                       What Kevin saw made his eyes bulge, as well starting other
                  parts of him doing the same.  Not 10 feet from him, Kevin caught
                   a nude rear/side view of a gorgeous brunette, standing on one
                    leg, bending over the other leg, which was propped up on the
                 sink.  She was leaning over - and could not see him.  Most of her
                    torso was visible, including her wonderfully dangling C cup
                  breasts, which were jostling and bumping a little to the tune of
                                          a nearby radio. 
                      Just then he figured it out.  She was painting her toenails.
                        Kevin was just about to shift to get a better view of her
                   beaver when he heard steps in the hall.  Moving quickly to the
                  end of the bed, he sat down well away from the door and tried to
                               look innocently at the wall posters.  
                       Jan came in the bedroom.  She called to the bathroom door,
                                      "Hilary, I'm going now."
                      Kevin turned a little, looking toward the door, as it opened
                  and Hilary walked out, a towel around her head, staring intently
                  at her (newly painted) feet.  The view Kevin got astounded him. 
                   Facing him, splendidly nude, from the middle of the floor, was
                  that unreachable girl he had given notes to a week ago.  She had
                 seemed so aloof then, so seemingly into image and surface that he
                   didn't think of her as realistically approachable.  Well, here
                                           was the time.
                        Kevin tried the calm approach.  "Uh, excuse me..."  After
                 taking a good eyeful, he played at shielding his eyes.  It didn't
                                matter.  The afterimage was intense.
                        Hilary looked at him, then looked at Jan and grabbed her
                    towel off her head to cover her front.  Smiling roughly, she
                    backedinto the bathroom, only to reappear a couple of
                   seconds later.  "Sorry, I didn't know you had guests..."  This
                 time she was wearing a knit robe that covered her but hid none of
                        her wonderful curves from Kevin's appreciative eyes.
                        "It's okay, I'm really not shy..."  She laughed a little,
                    nervously, and Kevin stood and shook her outstretched hand. 
                       After exchanging a light banter about the evening to come,
                                       they parted company.  
                       The evening was cool, and Kevin walked Jan to his car with
                 an arm over her shoulder.  Kevin had kissed Jan only twice, after
                    their lunch the last two times.  He took a chance again, on
                  reaching the car, by stopping Jan and embracing her fully.  Jan
                   felt his hug and hugged, in theof her mind wanting
                  nothing more than all of him, right there.  The muscles she felt
                  in his arms were firm and touchable, and the already-grown bulge
                  she felt against her abdomen when the pressed together meant he
                                       felt the same for her.
                      They held each other for a minute.  He pulled away a little,
                   looking...*into* her.  Their eyes had connected, deeply.  The
                  spark flew through both of them, electric, high tension power. 
                  Kevin shuddered.  Jan, too, felt the willies chasing through her
                 stomach, making her heart flutter.  They leaned together, slowly,
                   tentatively... and, with glorious tenderness, he kissed her. 
                    Softly, at first, then firmly, a meaningful kiss, a pressing
                     together that says something; a promise of things to come.
                                      Breaking that kiss was hard.
                         The evening went as Kevin had planned.  Dinner was the
                   typical mixture of personal histories, politics, and (best of
                  all) crisp sexual innuendoes.  Jan took off her shoes and rubbed
                  her feet along his calf under the table.  Kevin wanted to do the
                  same, but he cursed the laces that would make it too obvious an
                                            exercise.  
                      Jan made up for his lack by rubbing with both her feet.  The
                  talk turned openly to sex, but too soon, the dinner was over and
                          they felt the need to go somewhere.  But where?
                       They settled on goingto her place.  Lacking anywhere
                   else, they went.  Grabbing some wine coolers, they lay on the
                   couch in front of the T.V. and watched, holding each other.  
                      He pulled her close.  The set went on in the background.  It
                  was some Cinemax movie about a hot tub repairman, and plenty of
                 tits and ass, as one would expect from a movie of this type.     
                         Kevin felt her all over with his hands.  He smelled her
                  perfume on her neck as he kissed her and rubbed his nose on her
                 ear.  An inspiration hit him.  He placed his whole mouth over her
                   ear and slowly exhaled.  The effect was too much for Jan.  She
                   giggled, groaned, and squirmed all at once, grinding her hips
                          into his, wiggling her body into his embrace.  
                       Jan felt that breath take her over.  They both were feeling
                   the urge now, feeling it put direction into their hands, their
                    thoughts.  "This is the night that dreams are made of," Jan
                                thought, "and it's happening to ME!"
                         Soon a blouse was off, and a tie, and a shirt.  But Jan
                     knew, they'd better move it or things might get messy.  Of
                        course, Jan also knew some things that Kevin didn't.
                         The first thing was that at midnight, Hilary was coming, and would go to bed quickly after returning.  More to the
                  point, Hilary and Jan shared a queen-sized bed.  It was a tight
                                        fit in that house.  
                         It had first started out quite innocently, but they had
                 found each other to be very adequate company, sexually, which was
                    something neither expected.  They both considered themselves
                 primarily hetero, so the "marriage" was of mostly of convenience. 
                    That isn't to say that desire wasn't involved there, too...
                       Hilary and Jan knew their affair had to end, but as a last
                  fling before they changed sleeping arrangements, they decided to
                 try and see how things would work with a third before moving out. 
                  Kevin was the perfect choice.  Hilary, who knew him from class,
                  had seen him post the ad that night, and got Jan into the act. 
                  What Hilary hadn't counted on was that Jan and he would mesh so
                                well, so closely in so short a time.
                       Hilary's toenails had been an experiment of both of theirs,
                   and it worked to a charm.  He was just shy enough to be a safe
                   partner, and just open enough to try something new.  Perfect. 
                        So, however badly Jan wanted him, she knew that she would
                 have to share starting at midnight.  Midnight.  A full hour away!
                                 "Just enough time..." she thought.
                      Jan slowed things down just enough to mention that they were
                  better off going upstairs, so they picked up quickly and headed
                  up.  Kevin watched Jan walk up ahead of him, carrying her shoes,
                  blouse, and bra.  He stared at her shapely ass, then reached up
                   and traced a line up her leg as she ascended, whispering in an
                      gravelly voice, "Aye, matey, dar's treasure een dem thar
                  hills..."  Jan laughed, and sped up, running to the doorway and
                                             stopping.
                       Kevin came up to her and slowly picked her up, carrying her
                  to the bed.  He helped the skirt and hose off, while she ran her
                  palm down the crest that had formed in the front of his pants. 
                  She opened his pants, pulling them off, then pulled out and down
                    to free that gorgeous hunk of meat now standing straight out
                                      aching for attention.  
                      Jan provided that attention.  Her hands, well practiced from
                   a long-term previous boyfriend, gripped him and held him while
                   she leaned down and licked his length.  She went upwards, this
                      time taking him in, with lips sucking, a furious tongue
                   rubbing hard on the underside of his penis.  He felt that grip
                    with his whole body, it was too much.  His knees bent and he
                    groaned with the pleasure of it.  She took this as a sign to
                                         lighten up a bit.
                        Kevin felt the pressure ease, and then the absence of the
                   warm engulfment of her mouth around him.  He looked down.  She
                 had pulled away and was moving scootingon her bed.  He just
                                       stood there, looking.
                       "E-gads," he said, in awe.  She could barely hear him. "How
                   on Earth did something so beautiful happen to end up with me?"
                         She couldn't believe her ears.  Was this ultra-cute guy
                                    really that hot after her?  
                       Kevin gave her reason to believe him.  He knew he must have
                  her feel in return something of the wonderful nature of what he
                 had felt at her lips.  Carefully, he crawled up the bed, pressing
                 his body to hers as he slid, he brought himself face to face with
                 that wondrous pair of breasts.  While he held both of them cupped
                   and squeezed, he put his lips to the right one first, licking
                  with the flat of his tongue and feeling her nipples rise to the
                    occasion.  Flicking this way and that, he teased them for a
                  minute or two, sensing the effect was just what he wanted.  She
                        squirmed a little, pushing his head into her chest.
                        After a while, Kevin decided to move to a more sensitive
                 area.  Slowly, he worked his way down her body, pressing his nose
                  and face into her body along the way, hard here, almost tickling
                                              there.  
                        When he reached her thighs, he started up again.  All the
                  time his hands had been kneading her breasts and the rest of her
                    body, pressing and caressing.  His nose traced a line up her
                          inner thigh, until finally he nosed into heaven.
                          She smelled wonderful.  He nodded downward, then up,
                  bringing his nose lightly along, just barely touching her outer
                 lips and pubic hair.  Then, down again, and up, pressing slightly
                 harder this time, and again, when his nose dipped inside, between
                  her lips, then up, rubbing her clit at the same time his tongue
                                      made its first foray.  
                        Jan felt him, every inch, every step of the way, sweating
                   each move and anticipating, aching for that triumphant contact
                  with her clit.  When it came, she let out a long, slow, guttural
                        moan, feeling the surge of warmth through her body.
                         His tongue was on her thighs again, working its way up,
                  closer and closer.  Then, again, she felt him, what part of him
                   she didn't know, on her lips and around them, up the sides and
                  between, around and around, closer and closer, until at last his
                 warm flat tongue grabbed her clit and rubbed up slowly.  Ecstacy. 
                 Jan shuddered, getting closer with each passing lick, up, and up,
                  until there was no world anymore, no room, nothing but pressure
                 and that rubbing.  His tongue, his tongue, all she could feel was
                  that delicious all-consuming... She moaned.  She screamed.  She
                   didn't know what she was sounding like, she didn't care.  She
                    came!  Gripping his head, holding it close, her legs closing
                   around his head and squeezing it.  Herarched, and Kevin
                  looked up to see that face, twisted in primordial happiness, and
                     knew that he had brought her that rarest of pleasures, the
                               scrapeya-off-the-ceiling-type orgasm.
                      There is power in bringing that kind of pleasure.  Wonderful
                  power, that made Kevin feel like saving the world in a minute. 
                   He held his face still where it was as she slowly relaxed.  He
                  couldn't move anyway; her legs had crunched his head, holding it
                 immobile pressed into her.  He couldn't breathe, but didn't fight
                              it and she let him go soon enough.      
                      Kevin breathed, and then blew slowly as one would blow out a
                   candle, knowing that the cool air would provide a contrast for
                                      what he was about to do.
                       Now, as she relaxed, he made contact again with the flat of
                  his tongue, hard this time and quick, giving just one more lick
                     up her inner lips, up, up, and over an engorged clitoris,
                     flicking it lightly as he passed.  She jumped as if hit by
                     lightning and gasped.  Now, he was done.  That last was a
                               reminder to bring her mind into focus.
                         Now, he could feel her relax, really relax.  He raised
                   himself up and crawled up to her, laying by her side, holding
                   her, waiting for her rush to diffuse into rosy gosh-ain't-the-
                               world-grand-ness.  It did, eventually.
                       Kevin hadn't even come yet, but he felt good.  Really good,
                     the kind of good that only comes from times like these.  
                        She was jelly.  Kevin held her, looking down her body and
                  loving every curve he could see, and loving to imagine the ones
                             his vantage point wouldn't let him see.  
                         Jan felt his closeness, the bond that had formed.  She
                   didn't need to look.  She could barely think, only feel.  Firm
                    muscles near, holding yet not restraining.  Warm skin, kinda
                  sweaty but who cares.  Cool air drifted by in a draft, just the
                    right amount.  This was Heaven, and she was in good company.
                                                  

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