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It was a dark and stormy night. The last of the daily thundershower rumbled it’s way across the sky, and headed off towards Indianapolis. The storm did manage to clear the air, and drop the temperature down to the point where I could easily breathe. The storms are a fact of life in Terre Haute in the summer. If you are going to live there, you have to get used to them; I did. Actually, I was glad the storm had passed. I had tickets to the ISU summer stock performance of “A Girls Guide to Chaos” and I didn’t want to miss it. I had seen it before, but I knew several of the cast and crew, and I wanted to see how they had handled the show. It was about 7:30. Just time to walk from my apartment in the student ghetto on the west side of campus, and cross campus to the theatre. My angst lifted at the thought of seeing it again. It was nice to watch other, fictional, problems, rather than wallow deep in my own, and those of my friends. You might call it a character flaw, but I tend to worry about my friend’s problems, as well as my own. Call it amateur therapy. The strange part was that I genuinely enjoyed it. The feeling of being needed, of helping them pull it all together after a shitty experience, was a real high. It was almost a substitution for dating and romance. I hadn’t had a real date in 4 years, ever since Heather had dumped me right before midterms, during my second year of college. I suppose that I should introduce myself. I’m Paul Wheelwright. I’m a professional student at Indiana State U, currently working on a masters in hi.
There was a knock at my door. I opened it and Beth Seeborg was standing there, with the red eyes and nose that told me she had stopped crying only long enough to walk the three blocks that separated our apartments. Beth is a wonderful woman, with long, brunette hair; big, green eyes; and a small, round face. I had known her for nearly two years, ever since we were next neighbors in one of the worst roachinfested apartment complexes in Terre Haute. We also were in a philosophy class together. We became close friends as a result of a class project, and her intelligence and wit drew me towards her. I thought I was in love with her, and might have actually asked her out on a real date, but the timing was never right. Besides, she was dating someone else. I knew this someone else well, even though I spent very little time near him, as I loathed his company. His name was Franklin R. Krieger, and he was, in my considered opinion, an insufferable prick. He was a Theta Chi, and he had some sort of need to be in visible control of every situation that he placed himself in. For some reason Beth had been dating him for as long as I had known her. And every two or three months, Beth would show up near me, in tears or close to it, claiming that she hated Franklin, and that she would never see him again. I would set about to tell her that she was the better for dumping him, since he never appreciated her intelligence and always made cruel jokes about her body. She was perfectly developed and toned (5’3″, 107 pounds), and while she was not overendowed with huge breasts, she had a lovely figure. Still Franklin made her feel as though she was fat and ugly. I would dry her tears, make her laugh, and tell her that there were other men who would love her for who she was, and not treat her like an ornament. I cringed inwardly every time I told her this, as I was thinking of me; but what kind of friend attempts to seduce a friend when comforting her over the loss of a love? This didn’t help much, because within a week, Beth would be back with Franklin, convinced that he had changed, and that he was her best bet for love and security. For my part, I tried not to sermonize. I valued Beth’s friendship, and even without the romance, I enjoyed being around her, especially as a verbal foil in debate. I also refrained from fantasizing about her. I feared that thinking of her in a ual context might spill over into reality, spoiling our friendship.
“Franklin dumped me, and this time he won’t ever be back.”, Beth sobbed. “He told me that he is taking a job in Seattle when he graduates next week, and he wants to end the relationship so that he can date new people. I would have let him see other people, but I was willing to go to Washington for him. I loved him, then he told me that I was just temporary for him. I was such a fool. Why did I ever love him?” She burst into tears, and buried her head on my shoulder.
“Calm down, Beth,” I said in my warmest tones “You knew that this might happen. Did you really plan on spending the rest of your life with him?” I took her arm and guided her to my sofa. She followed weakly and sat next to me, still sobbing every few seconds and dabbing at her face with a Kleenex.
“Yes, and no. I knew that he could be cruel, but he made me feel so special when he tried to. The weekend he took me to Chicago, and planned everything to be so special, it was so special and romantic. All I wanted was to have him make me feel needed. He did the sweetest things for me when we made up after a fight. He made me feel so wonderful.”
“But what about the reasons he had to make up with you?” I countered. This may seem cruel, but Beth often tended to overshadow the reason she was mad at Franklin with the apology she received from him, just as he wanted. This manipulation was one of the reasons I detested Franklin. The trip to Chicago was his way of making up after he was seen groping with a Delta Gamma pledge in the swimming pool. He lied his way out of it, and bought off Beth’s anger and what little guilt that he was capable of feeling. “Did you want to go on being his plaything when it suits him?”
“I know he used me, damn it, but who else would care about me. Men are scared when I talk to them; they want a blonde bombshell bimbo, not a brunette brain. I scare them or they look right over me. At least Franklin wanted me most of the time.” Beth snapped back. She was trying hard to defend her lost love, but it was a losing battle. “What other man would take me? They all either ignore me, or pretend not to notice me.” With that she ripped off her tshirt. There was nothing underneath, and I was less than two feet away from the tits that I tried so hard not to think about. They were small, but firm, with small pink nipples that were already beginning to become erect. I hesitated for just a second, then reached up on the sofa to grab the blanket that I kept draped over the back.
“Beth, what did you do that for?” I asked in my most austere voice, as I tried to wrap the thin blanket around her and cover her nakedness, before I got the nerve to do what I really wanted to do: wrap my tongue around her nipples and caress her breasts. Beth pulled away from me as I tried to cover her, however, and stood up. When she spoke, her voice trembled, but seemed to be certain.
“See what I mean, Paul? I know that you wanted me once, and I bet you still do, but you won’t touch me, even when I offer myself to you. I know the look in your eyes when we sit up late, arguing about everything. You want me, but you won’t admit it. Why not?”
When she said this, I was stunned. I said, “I thought that I was in love with you once, but you had Franklin, and every you left him, I cared too much for you to try and proposition you. That would be so tacky, to try make you love me, as I try and help you get over an unhappy love affair.”
“Paul, didn’t you see that you were the reason I left Franklin? I would give up on him, and hope that this time, you would notice me. But you just held my hand, wiped my tears, and told me that there were other men out there. I went back to Franklin out of fear. If I couldn’t attract you, who I knew really wanted me, how was I supposed to attract strange men. Franklin WAS a putz, but at least I had him. He could be nice, and while he was a lousy fuck, he was better than a cucumber.”
Now I was really stunned. With what little part of my brain that was still rational, I managed to blurt out “But at least a cucumber stays hard for seven days.” My head was swimming with the implications of what Beth had just told me.
Beth managed to laugh at this, but then continued in a serious voice. “Do you still want me or have I managed to totally fuck up the only real friendship I have with a man?”
I gulped and made my reply. “Beth, I realize that I have always wanted to be more than just your friend, even when I hid it behind the clinical detachment I use as a mask. I just don’t want to do something that we both may regret tomorrow.”
At that, Beth smiled warmly at me, stood, and dropped the baggy jeans that she had been wearing to the floor. She was wearing nothing under them. Her brown moss gleamed in the last light of the day. “Then come here and make love to me now. Nothing we do can be embarrassing. I want you; you want me. Let’s just do something nice for each other.” She then came over to me and sat down on the sofa, practically landing in my lap.
I reached out to hug her, and she met my embrace. Our lips met, and a surge of passion jolted my senses. Our tongues danced, exploring our mouths. All the while, Beth was unbuttoning my shirt and tracing incredibly erotic patterns over my nipples and up and down my stomach. Finally I could stand no more of this teasing contact. I came up for air. “This is really nice, but why don’t we go back to my bedroom and continue back there, where there’s a little more space?” Without a word, Beth lithely rode from the sofa and molded her body to mine, rubbing herself against me and curling my toes as she kissed me passionately. As she withdrew, she pulled off my pants and underwear, leaving me clad only in my unbuttoned shirt. I shrugged off my shirt, and took her hand, leading her to my bedroom.
As I opened the door and switched on the light I led her to the bed over the only clear piece of floor in the room and brushed away a pile of laundry. We collapsed on the bed, our tongues clashing and tickling with each other. We rolled over and over, pressing my cock to the warmth of her pubic thatch. After an eternity of this, I landed on my right side, next to Beth, and I started to move my mouth along her neck, nibbling gently at her throat, making her gasp. My left hand toyed with the smooth, rounded curve of her belly, making little motions around her navel. My right hand found her tits. I had wanted to play with them for so long, and as I gently rubbed her nipples to full erection, it was all I could do believe that this was real, and not just another idle fantasy. She rolled onto her back, and her legs fell apart, flat on the bed. I molded myself to her side and let my mouth continue to drift closer to her engorged breasts. Slowly, I started to circle the fleshy mass of her tit with my tongue. Beth let out a small gasp, arched her hips, and pressed her body even closer to mine, rubbing her hip gently against my swollen prick. As my lips made contact with her nipple, I let my left hand drift into the fringe of her bush. Beth arched her hips again, and tried to force my hand deeper into the damp place between her legs. I had expected her to do this and was prepared to resist. Slowly she began to roll her hips from side to side and gasp. Her hand flashed up to her waist and pushed my hand down into her wet and steamy pussy.
She took her other hand and made a grab for my penis, but I shifted my position and continued to lick my way down her body. I stopped for a minute at her navel, and explored it’s crevices with my tongue. All the while, my hand was searching Beth’s soaking labia, making little motions all over her lips, while avoiding her quiteenlarged clitoris. I was surprised to find that her pussy was almost hairless, beyond the thick mop of hair that crested her mound of Venus. Finally, I couldn’t stand to tease her anymore. I lifted my lips and trailed my tongue quickly down the soft curves of her belly, to the sweet juices that flowed between Beth’s legs.
I let my tongue continue the process that my fingers began, making hit and run contact with various points in her snatch, never falling into a pattern and never letting anything more than my upper lip even graze her clit, which by now was as stiff as my cock and trembling even more. My hands played all over her ass, stroking the small, cheeks, then running down the crevice to the small rosette of her asshole. As my finger brushed it, Beth grabbed onto my ears and pulled my mouth to her clit. I took this as a sign that she was ready for more direct stimulation, and set to work on her little nubbin of flesh. My tongue circled and them I drew my lips up over it. After a few repeats of this, with my hands still caressing her shapely buttocks, I knew that Beth was ready. I stiffened my tongue, and began to move it back and forth rapidly over her rapidly receding clit. Within two minutes, Beth had launched into the throes of a powerful orgasm. Her ass went rigid, she pulled at my hair, and her quim contracted heavily around the tip of my tongue.
After what seemed like an eternity, Beth regained control of her body. She crawled down next to me and embraced me tightly, kissing me fully and drawing the tangysweet taste of her juices into her mouth. We continued like this for a minute, then my prick bumped, not so gently, into the sharp ridge of Beth’s pelvis. She broke the kiss and gently began to rub her delicate hands along my straining love muscle. I broke the silence. “Now do you think that I still feel something for you?” I said in my best mock professorial tone.
“Paul, you sweetheart, I love you. That was the best cum I’ve had since I can remember when. Let me do something for you. Just lay back and stay still and I’ll do something for you that you will never forget.” How could I resist a request like that?
At Beth’s request, I laid back on my bed and shut my eyes. She lay across my chest. I felt the warm tickling of her breath on my cheek, and them she began to nip at my earlobe. At the same moment, she regripped my shaft and started to stroke on it with a featherlight touch. As I shifted my hips, Beth stopped her motions, and I knew that I would have to remain still to keep receiving this incredible sensation. She began again, only this time she shifted herself down my side, and she began to lick at my nipples, keeping up a steady, light stroke on my prick all the while. I found that I could clench my anal sphincter in order to remain motionless while I was the subject of Beth’s erotic ministrations. Suddenly she stopped dead and had me roll over on my left side. I felt her lips engulf the tip of my penis, as her tongue teased the pissslit, and her fingers traced sensual patterns up and down my trunk. Beth pulled her lips apart and ran her tongue up one side of my cock and down the other, slickening it with her saliva and causing amazing feelings to bloom in my gut. Her hands reached my buttcheeks, and began to rub them, just as she began to take the tip of my prick into her willing mouth once more. Now, I am of average size, maybe six and a half inches long, but on someone Beth’s size, I didn’t want to take a chance on gaging her, so I clenched up my ass, and tried to keep from thrusting my hips forward. Beth felt this, but instead of stopping what she was doing, her fingers searched for, and found my asshole. She sank one finger inside me, and shivers ran from the end of my dick all the way up to the back of my neck. The probing finger went no deeper, but began to wiggle and move, just as Beth engulfed more of me into her mouth and started to apply an amazing series of tongue motions to my glans. There was no way that I could withstand much of this exquisite torture. After a minute or so of this, my pelvis rocked forward further into Beth’s mouth. She responded by forcing her finger deeper into my ass, and quickening the motions in her mouth. I erupted into her mouth, feeling my loins contract, from my balls, all the way back to the clenching of my rear around that wonderful little finger. Time stood still until I fell back on the bed. For some bizarre reason, I was still hard.
I reached for Beth, and drew her to me. I kissed her and tasted my own cum in her mouth. The taste was almost like her juices, but saltier. As we kissed, we ground our bodies together. The heat from her pussy made my penis stand fully erect and the moisture lubricated as it slid between her nether lips. We slowly broke the kiss. “That was amazing,” I said, “No one has ever done anything like that to me before.”
“Aren’t you glad you decided to be honest about how you felt?” Teased Beth. “Now you know how good you make me feel.” She reached over to my night stand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. Don’t ask me how she knew where they were. With a wanton smile, she tore the package open with her teeth. Her petite hands then stroked the condom down over my erection. The sensations of her hands on me once more made me shiver all over. Beth threw one leg over my waist. “If you think that felt good, wait till I get you inside of me.” With that, she slowly slid down my belly, and guided my cock, harder than ever, into her waiting snatch. “Just lie still a minute,” she gasped as our pubes rubbed together. I was so caught up in the wonderful warmth that had enveloped me that I couldn’t have gathered the strength to move, even if I had wanted to. Beth lay flat upon my chest, and I put one hand around her back, and let the other gently rub the contours of her wonderful breasts. Shortly, she began to contract muscles deep inside her vagina, and began to make milking motions up my dick. I moved my hands down her sides and over her cheeks, to her pussy. As she continued to clench and release deep inside of her, Beth began to rub her stiff little nipples against my chest, and I began to gently finger around her clit. Before too much longer, her breathing grew ragged, and the contractions deep inside her reversed as she thrust down and away from me. Her climax was short and seemed not to be as intense as her first. Still, if I had not shot my first load before, I would have lost it then and there.
As Beth recovered, she kissed me long and hard, starting to grind her mons against my pubis again. Then she raised herself up on her knees, while still astride my groin. My hands went instinctively to her nipples, gently tweaking and rubbing them. She began to make short thrusts up and down along my cock as she bent forward. I was able to arch my neck to reach her chest and she slowed the pace in order to allow me to reach my lips around the stiff nipples shaking in front of my face. Hungrily, I nipped and sucked on the teats, until Beth was groaning with passion and unable to pace her thrusts any longer. She arched her back up and my mouth lost contact. I replaced my hands, just as Beth started to lengthen her thrusts. I began to buck my hips in opposition to her rhythm, nearly pulling all the way out on each thrust. How much longer we continued like this, I am not sure. But slowly, I felt that queer tension in my thighs build and grow as my testicles started to feel as if steel bands were being stretched tight around them. Our thrusting continued unabated as I let out a moan and plunged myself deep inside Beth, erupting into a release that was as drawn out as any I had ever felt. It felt as if an electric shock was running through my cock. As I came, I felt Beth contract around me as her thrusting became erratic. I managed to bring my hand to her clit, to help her over the top, just as she let out a groan and pressed my probing hand tight between our hips. I withdrew as we floated back to earth.
Beth pulled the condom from my rapidly deflating penis, and we took turns wiping each other dry. By now it was late evening, and we were both exhausted. I kissed Beth goodnight. “I never realized how much we meant to each other,” I told her. “I was too afraid that what I felt was onesided. Now I know how much I really love you.”
Groggy, Beth replied “I had hoped for so long that you would notice me. You were so wonderful. I love you, too.”
With that, we snuggled close together and fell asleep, entangled in each other’s limbs. My last thoughts before I fell unconscious were how lucky I was, and that I would never again let my fear of rejection get in the way of what my heart told me was right.
