First Time With Kathy

FIRST TIME WITH KATHY

CHAPTER ONE

I had noticed her, early in nursing school. She was petite, cute, and focused. Of course, since I was one of a dozen men in the class, the guys were outnumbered by something like 8:1. There were a lot of focused grown up young women. Most of them cute, all of them intelligent. Our class was mostly "degree completion" folks, generally women who had gone to LPN school, worked a couple of years, and, once they qualified for their employers' tuition assistance programs, back to school they went. That meant the typical classmate was in her mid twenties, had a couple of years of LPN school behind her, as well as a couple of years of nursing, as an LPN.

So, somehow Kathy and I wound up in the same study group. Sometimes I'm just lucky. We got to know each other, safe among the group of us studying heart disease, renal disease, how skin breakdown occurs, and how to prevent it.

The Stars Aligned one day. I found myself part of her gaggle leaving the library after our study session, and she managed to dawdle enough that she and I were nearly alone for a couple of moments. I worked up the nerve to invite her out for lunch, and she smiled and accepted. Her smile calmed my nerves, as I really, really wanted to get to know her better. I was quite attracted to her.

We got some coneys at a hot dog cart, and ate on a bench at Grand Circus Park. We chatted. I was working my way through school, working nights at the city's EMS, she was picking up weekend shifts at the nursing home, as a Nursing Aid. She wondered how I could go to school all day, most days of the week, after running calls all night, and I applauded her single mindedness, working weekends after a full week of school and studying.

She was funny, and smart, and fun to be with. She laughed at my joking around. I felt completely at ease with her. She appeared relaxed with me, particularly so when she slipped closer to me on the bench, took my arm, and draped it over her shoulder. She leaned up, and murmured in my ear, "I've seen how you have been looking at me. I know how you have wanted to hug me, and more. You will simply get to hug me, silly white boy, because there are too many people around. And, you will simply have to wait for our second date to see if you will get to play the games with me, that I can see you want to play!"

I squeezed her a bit, driving her shoulder into my side just a bit. She wriggled like a puppy, and laughed when I asked her, "So, is this date number one, or date number zero?"

She pecked me on my cheek, and I felt my cheek begin to glow. "You will simply have to wait and see! That is, if you want to get next to me?"

I reared back a bit, a faux-hurt wide eyed expression on my face. "Want to get next to you? Why on earth would I not want to spend time with you? And, maybe I'm confused, but I thought," and with that, I rocked my hips on the bench, pressing against, and releasing, her own firm hip, "that we were already next to each other? If I got any closer, I'd be behind you!"

She twinkled her eyes at me, and responded, "Maybe, if you act right, you just might get to get behind me!"

"Yes Ma'am! I will act right!"

She rested her head against my chest, her one hand spaded into my hip pocket, the other resting on my thigh, safely distant from my thickening muscle of love. She muttered something, indistinctly, that sounded sort of like, "That's what I thought!"

A clock began to toll out the top of the hour, large bells echoing across downtown Detroit. I looked at my watch, and saw I had a couple of hours to sleep, if I was going to, before having to be back on duty at Medic 7. I jiggled my cute companion, and shared this fact with her.

"So, we have lecture tomorrow, right?"

I allowed that this was my understanding as well.

"Well, what are you gonna do for lunch tomorrow?"

I had no plan, other than my usual. I suspected I'd race home from the firehouse, shower and change, and speed to class, and try not to sleep in lecture. Failing that, I planned on not snoring and not drooling. As for lunch, well, I'd make a half dozen sandwiches tonight before going to work, and a couple would indeed be lunch tonight, and a couple would be lunch tomorrow. Or so I thought. Kathy thought otherwise.

"We have an hour and a half between our Med Surg lecture in the morning, and Peds in the afternoon. Do you work tomorrow?"

"Nope. This is my rotation on first of the week nights. This is Wednesday, so tomorrow I start three days off. Two months to go, then I am due to rotate to end of the week days. I'm gonna swap so I'm still on nights. Probably it'll be end of the week nights at that point, for another four months. Why?"

"Because, I'm fixing you lunch. Since you start your three nights off, beginning tomorrow night, I'll give you two nights to regain your strength, because we're gonna go out on a date Saturday night. So, simply to make sure that you have the strength to take me out on the town, I'm bringing you your lunch tomorrow."

Knowing when to yield to a superior plan, I responded, "Yes, Ma'am!" I walked her to her car, and saw her safely away. Once I got home, my pillow called me, and I seldom denied my pillow what it wanted.

As I had expected, it was another long night of fighting disease and saving lives in Da City. My partner and I caught our first run around 1905, which was just about when we were done restocking the truck, and checking the tires, fluids, lights, and all the stuff that makes an ambulance useful. Once that run was complete, and we called in service, well, surprisingly enough in a city with over 120 000 EMS calls a year, and 16 trucks to respond to them, dispatch had one waiting for us.

And THAT, boys and girls, is why I packed my lunch. Finally, around 0330, we got back to quarters. Doug, my partner, logged the runs, and I restocked the truck (again). Once that was done, Doug caught a nap, and I hauled out the nursing textbooks, and studied so that I might avoid appearing to be a complete idiot should the prof call on me in the morning. That was a secret I hoped to conceal for a while longer.

After the obligatory 0400 run, and the love note from dispatch wrapped up just like a "wake up!" run, we slid back to the firehouse, turned the truck, medic bag, handie talkie and all to the day crew, and went our separate ways.

That shower was delicious, and I hit the road to class feeling as if I just might stay awake until lunch. You may not hear it from the Department of Agriculture, but coffee IS a food group!

As I slid into the seat I usually occupied, 2/3 of the way back, and about 40 degrees off axis from the lecturer's line of sight, I saw Kathy settled in next to my destination. It occurred to me that this was an encouraging sign, and that thought kept me, let us say, stimulated, for the first hour of the lecture on "hazards of immobility".

Unfortunately, one of the hazards of immobility, that the instructor did not enumerate and then explain in PAINFULLY elaborate detail, is somnolence. For those sleep deprived, as I was very much so in those days, sitting still was nearly a death sentence. I was wedged into my seat, and getting more comfortable, and more comfortable, and finally felt my pen slip from my fingers. I woke up at that, and retrieved my pen, again settling myself into my wedged-upright position. Kathy leaned over, and whispered, "You need to pay more attention. I think Dr. Smith thinks you are about to start drooling! Better shape up!"

I shook myself kinda sorta more awake, and resumed taking notes. Sleep crept up on me, again, until I heard Dr. Smith asking, "Perhaps Mr. Evans can tell us about calcium and immobility. Mr. Evans? Won't you join us?"

Without opening my eyes, without moving, I responded, "Well, patients who are immobile long enough, began to mobilize calcium from their bones, and excrete it via their kidneys. This places them at risk of both renal lithiasis, as well as pathological fractures."

I heard the pause. She sounded surprised. "Mr. Evans, I was convinced that you were completely asleep!"

Still eyes closed, still unmoving, I cleared things up for her. "Ma'am, I understand how you might think so. In contrast, I find myself in an advanced state of relaxed alertness. Ma'am."

I managed to take notes for the balance of that hour, and, during our break, Kathy dragged me into the hallway, and chortled in my ear, "You could have seen the look of surprise on Dr. Smith's face, when you answered her question with hardly any delay, looking for all the world as if you were stone asleep! How did you manage to do that?"

I smiled at her, "When the lovely young woman at my side accidentally nudged me with her elbow, once Dr. Smith's 'drool radar' was activated, well, I was alert enough to hear the question. I had done the reading last night, while Doug was inside flirting with the nurses at Receiving, and so I had the information. That is how I pulled that particular stunt off successfully!"

"Well, you have certainly earned a reward! Follow me!" Kathy swept me along, a petite brown whirlwind, directing me to my car. She directed me to drive to one of the parks along the riverside. It was the middle of the day, and everybody had found somewhere else to be. She swept me to a picnic table, and unpacked her plan: cold soda, several sandwiches, piled high with meat and cheese, napkins, and small jars of mustard, ketchup, and suchlike. We settled in, and she dazzled me.

Well, that and I pretty much always ate just as if I had just been lofted aboard the rescue ship, after a lengthy stay adrift at sea, and had recently run out of survival crackers. So, as long as it wasn't biting me back, I pretty much ate everything with considerable enthusiasm. With my schedule, it was rather like a choice of eat really fast, or don't eat at all.

With that said, Kathy was a picnic magician. Tasty bread, scrumptious meats, and all obviously prepared with love. I was a lucky fellow!

CHAPTER TWO

I managed to pass the rest of the school week without any further radar evasion failures. As we gathered our belongings after Friday's lecture, Kathy sidled up next to me, and asked, "So, where are you going to take me, so as to sweep me off my feet, and work your evil wiles upon innocent, defenseless little me?" She accompanied this with a wide eyed, waif-like moue, as if she was indeed the innocent lass she pretended to be.

I paused, and answered her. "I think I'll take you to Greektown. There are some restaurants there I really enjoy. It might be nice to have a meal there without a handie talkie on the table, threatening to interrupt the meal with every bite!"

She swayed back and forth as if a child. "And then?"

I was practical. "Then, to my luxury bachelor apartment, so we can listen to soft music, turn the lights down low, and then fling ourselves into the passions of.....Cranial Nerves!"

She made a pout. "I thought you had debauchery and occasions of sin on your dirty little mind! What happened to the sins the flesh might lead us to?"

I smiled. "Well, if we complete our studying tonight, and I get you home to your family at a reasonable hour, then we will have nothing to distract us from those sins of the flesh, tomorrow, right? And, relaxed with no studying hanging over our heads, and well rested, well, I suppose I could entice you, then, into any sort of debauchery you might desire, right?"

She observed, "Let's find a phone, and I'll call my mom. Don't go far, she'll want to talk to you. She doesn't want her favorite daughter to come to an ill end!"

So, that's how I came to be introduced to Mrs. Edwards. Over the phone, she sounded cordial, yet a bit reserved. She, oh, so casually, asked how I occupied myself, when I wasn't in school, and I told her I was a fire department medic, for Da City. She asked a few more questions, and wound up with her closer. "Now, Mark, you will get my baby home tonight at a decent hour, won't you"

"Mrs. Edwards, I certainly will!"

"Thank you. In our household, for our unmarried daughters dating a fellow we haven't met, we expect that to be around 10 pm."

"Yes, Ma'am! I expect we'll take a break from studying to go out for dinner, and finish up in plenty of time to have her home by then. Has she told you we anticipate going out tomorrow? That's part of why we want to grind out the homework, tonight."

"Yes, Mark, she has. Another reason to have her home by 10 is so we have an opportunity to get acquainted."

"Yes, Ma'am! Ten o'clock, sounds like a plan. Would you like to talk to Kathy again?"

"Yes, please. I look forward to meeting you in person."

I handed the phone to Kathy. She stuck out her tongue at me, and started to talk to her mother.

Once they had concluded their conversation, she turned to me. "Ten o'clock? What, am I still in high school?"

I stood up for her mother. "Well, you know, for all she knows, I'm an unconvicted axe murderer, and simply see nursing school as a target rich environment. Who knows, you might be my next victim!", which I followed with a maniacal cackle.

"Oh, you! Where are you parked? Mom dropped me off today, before she went out to run her errands. Let's go. Dealing with your silliness is giving me an appetite! Feed me, before you chop me up into little bits!"

We parked, and went into Olympia, my favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant. The food was always hot and fresh tasting, with enough tang for my Anglo palate to know I was eating exotically. The plates were heaped with food (an important consideration given my work/sleep/school/work schedule). Kathy tasted from my plate of soutzoyki (a ground lamb patty on a bed of rice, topped with tomato sauce), and dug into her own gyros plate. Once we had finished, we carried the left overs home, enough for another couple of meals.

Once there, I locked the door behind us, and settled in next to her on my sofa. We looked out on the wooded back yard of the facing property. I lived one block north of Boston Boulevard, which, at one time, had been where the auto industry executives had their homes. Homes on Boston had large lots, and had been built in a style and of a size that suited a captain of industry, and allowed for serving staff to maintain the property. This led to heavily treed lots and, if you did not know the history of the area, and the trees were fully leafed out, well, it appeared to a casual glance to be a arboreal park just across the street, rather than somebody's imposing home.

So, Kathy "oohed" and"aahhhed" at the pretty sylvan view I enjoyed. My home, of course, was far more pedestrian, being a two flat, on a rather narrower street. Still, I got to enjoy the view, along with the changing colors in the autumn foliage change, and did not have to rake the leaves. Kathy was suitably impressed, pressing in against my side.

We conversed until I had to pay my caffeine debt, and departed for the bathroom. Once I had zipped up and washed up, I went to return to her side, only to discover her absent from the living room. I walked through the flat, wondering where she might have gotten off to, until I found her sprawled seductively across my bed.

"I wondered how long until you figured out I was hot and waiting for you in the bedroom", was her greeting.

"Overly warm, or anticipating some sort of seduction?" was my reply, as I lay down next to her.

"Oh, silly white boy! You know the sort of heat I'm looking for!"

"And, I want to roll around with you, too. But, we have this test on cranial nerves on Tuesday, and we have to study tonight. Otherwise, we will have to study tomorrow, and I can think of things I would much rather be doing with you, than studying tomorrow."

She cut a cute pout. "I thought you couldn't wait to play with my soft brown body?"

"Oh, I very, very much want to play with you, in any and every way that you want me to. But, THAT will have to wait until two things happen!"

"What two things are they?"

I paused, as if considering. "Well, first, we need to finish that studying. I believe that we can complete that in plenty of time to get you home around 9:30."

She sat up, indignation pouring from her as if it had been dumped out onto her head. "9:30! I thought you and my mother had decided upon 10 o'clock!"

"Yes, we did. So, simply as a review, you remember that you are Black, right? Now, when the new boyfriend, whom she has never met, and, must I remind you, is very, very white, brings you home to your mother, clothing unruffled, a full half hour early, and then lingers to undergo her interrogation willingly, even enthusiastically, will that not demonstrate that said new boyfriend will respect her darling daughter..."

Kathy interrupted with, "Her FAVORITE daughter!"

I continued. "Her only daughter, and not distract her from her schoolwork, and will respect mother's own boundaries? And, having convinced her of that, will we not have an easier time of it, having her approval for spending time together? And that sets the stage for my second point. If we get all this book-work done tonight, and get you home early, then tomorrow, we can have a leisurely day to explore, and talk, and generally not rush or stress. And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is my evil plan!"

She pouted for another moment. "So, you have me all hot and willing, here on your bed, and you don't want to fool around even the least little bit?"

"Nope."

She looked startled. "You don't?"

"Oh, hell yes I do! You are wrong as you can be. I'm simply willing to wait until tomorrow, after we've completed our studying, studying we could be progressing on even as we speak, and after I've been interrogated by your mother, tonight. That will allow me an unhurried catalog of your feminine attributes, and give me the time to appreciate you, and those assets, deliberately and thoroughly."

I rolled off the bed, reached out my hand in invitation, and led her to the dining room. We opened our books, and pulled out our notebooks. She took better notes than I, and I comprehended the material in the book better. Having a seemingly bottomless capacity for trivia, I presented a couple of mnemonics for keeping straight the names and functions of the cranial nerves, and she straightened me out regarding what the prof had said would be the highlights of the exam.

The time passed, as a moment. I was a little startled by the insistent ringing of the alarm that I had set for 9:00 pm, as we were finishing up the chapters assigned for reading. Standing, I shut off the clamor, and reached for Kathy, drawing her near, and breathing in her scent. She molded herself to me, and I hardened, anticipating tomorrow's delights. "Let's pack up, and get on the road. We did well on the studying, and I think just a little more review will leave us set pretty nicely for the test. After that, let Dr. Clark do her worst!"

Kathy sighed. "I don't wanna! I wanna just stay here, and let you hold me. I wanna sleep in your arms, feel you breathe against me. Let me stay! I wanna stay!"

There is sometimes an animation, in movies, wherein one avatar of the protagonist is seated on one shoulder, dressed in white, advocating for the righteous, the prudent, the mature course of action. On the other shoulder, dressed as a devil, another avatar makes the pitch for the expedient, the immediate gratification, the fun alternative.

At that moment, I believed in that convention, believed that it was real. I certainly had that argument raging among the voices in my head. Demon: "Fuck Her! She wants it! Do it! Let her have it! You want it, she wants it, enjoy it!"

The contrasting voice, from what we may call "Long Term Planning Mark", counseled, "Stick to the plan! Establish yourself as patient, measured, thoughtful, and it will pay off big time later on. Do you want one time to boingo-boingo with this woman, or do you want to establish a relationship, find that sweet spot where she will get her jollies getting you off, and you will climax harder, and harder, seeing how much she is getting off from your efforts? You know that the payoff is more sex, better sex, great nookie, and establishing something good, with a quality woman. Do you want to continue sport fucking, or do you want to have a relationship, that looks like it might end up in marriage, children, and The Long Haul? If you do, DO NOT FUCK THIS UP! Stick to the original plan, and let it flower for you both! You do not get this sort of opportunity very often."

I savored Kathy's closeness, while I let the debate between my long term goals and short term goals start to sort it self out. We kissed, we cuddled, and I caressed her fine breasts, the firm curve of her bottom. Once the argument faded, and the "Long Term Goal Mark" side had retired to celebrate their victory, I tapered my kisses, slowly removed my hands from her curves, and straightened up a little bit.

She took a deep breath, opened her deep brown eyes, and asked me, "So, is this the part where you take me to bed, and ravish me like I desire?"

I took a deep breath. I really wanted "Pig Mark", or "Short Term Goal Mark" to win this debate, but the long term case was very compelling. I followed the directions from the winning voice in my head. "No, Honey, this is the part where I do what I very much do Not want to do, and straighten up my clothing, and you straighten up yours, and we pack it up, and go to your home. There, I will manfully face your mother, as she attempts to be sure that I'm not an axe murderer, or some superficial Lothario, attempting to besmirch your honor, perhaps before I add your head to my collection in the basement. Once I pass that test, I will pick you up tomorrow and we will have a pleasant day, which can wind up, if you wish, in my bed. There, I can show you the pleasures the flesh can deliver you. And, before you comment, yes, I am pretty sure of myself. Tomorrow, you can let me know your opinion. If you wish."

She "Harrumph!"-ed a time or two, but eventually admitted the benefit of the deferred enjoyment perspective, and we put her schoolwork away, and I drove her home. We timed it well, as we arrived in her drive around 2140. I opened the car door for her, and walked her to the front door. She unlocked the door, and led me inside.

Her mother was reading in the living room. She put her book aside, and stood, extending her hand to greet me. Her brown eyes were direct, and unflinching. I saw where Kathy got her steadiness from. "Nice to meet you, Mark. Kathy has been talking about you. I have to say, you are outside the norm of Kathy's previous dates. I'm Marie, Kathy's mother. Please, sit down, and let's get acquainted." She turned to my girlfriend, and suggested, "Has your laundry been caught up? If you get it done tonight, you won't have to worry about it tomorrow, will you?"

Kathy began to argue, but paused, and appeared to think better of it. "Yes, Mom. I'll get right to it! Please, don't send Mark away until I get the chance to say goodnight."

"You'll get your chance. Mark and I will be talking a while."

Kathy departed, and I sat, a bit nervously. Marie began the conversation. "So, Mark, what exactly is your interest in my daughter? To tell the truth, you are the first white boy that she has brought here to meet me. That tells me she thinks that you are something special."

"Ma'am, I'm happy to hear that. It's mutual. She is something special."

Marie grinned, and returned, "I agree. Now, about your interest? Be frank. I need to hear it all."

That sounded very real. I took in a deep breath, and began. "Ma'am, as you know, she is pretty. You likely know she's smart. She has plans for her life, and she works hard to make them happen. She is nice, and sweet. She cares about folks, and wants to do the right thing. But, for me, the big thing is that for whatever reason, she thinks that I am the guy for her. Well, for now, anyway. Me? Ma'am, it's kind of scary to admit it, let alone to speak it out loud, but, when I'm with her, and we're studying, or out in a restaurant, I imagine us being there in ten, twenty, in thirty years. I imagine holding our children, and daydream about watching her help them with their homework in our kitchen. While we've been seeing each other for two or three weeks, and really, tomorrow is our first or maybe second date, I find myself thinking that this may be the woman who changes my life." I ran out of breath. "Uh, ma'am."

Marie looked thoughtful. "So, this isn't one of those 'black girls put out' things? Not one of the "never had some dark meat, gonna try it out" one night stand things with you, is it?"

It really had never occurred to me that way. Kathy was, simply Kathy, a lovely smart girl, who for whatever reason had decided to spend time with me, and appeared to like me, very much. That was convenient for the mushy, googley eyed reasons outlined above. The fact that she really did not need sunscreen in the summer, was a side note, occasionally occurring to me in passing, until I got back to the serious business of starting to think I was in love with this woman.

"Uh, Ma'am? What? Are you serious? Have you ever met anybody who could consider Kathy to be some sort of disposable commodity? Ohmigawd! How could anybody not see the beautiful woman inside of her? Seriously, if our relationship never got to the physical stage, my life still would be richer for having had Kathy share any part of it!"

Apparently, some of that was close enough to the right thing to say, because Marie's caramel face opened in a starburst of a smile. Abruptly, I saw where Kathy got her beauty from. When Marie smiled, and she appeared to accept my intentions were not predatory, it was as if the clouds had cleared from a July afternoon, and the sunshine and warm breezes made you forget the rain showers just completed.

Marie abruptly changed the topic. "So, Kathy tells me you're working your way through school. Did she tell me you're on the fire department?"

"Sort of, Ma'am. I'm a medic, not a firefighter. The twelve hour night shifts let me show up for lectures, and gives me days off to study, or for clinicals."

"And, she tells me you live by yourself?"

"Yes, Ma'am. My last room mate got a job up north, and moved closer to work. I own the place, and it's convenient to work and school, so, I stayed."

She looked me up and down. She sighed. "Just what are your plans for my baby tomorrow?"

I held her gaze for a moment. "Well, Ma'am, pretty much, that's up to her. We have our studying done, and I've presented some suggestions. Which of them we pursue, is her call. I'm kinda partial to Greektown, and a movie, and some hugging and kissing thereafter. But, again, that's her call. I can only suggest."

She grimaced, just a little, at that. "I do believe that I am right on the verge of more information than I really want. Kathy is an adult, even if she will always be my little girl. I want to make certain, that you realize, that I am entrusting my child to you. Respect her, respect her choices, and treat her right. Am I being clear?"

"Perfectly, Ma'am."

Marie turned. "Katherine Ann! Please come here!"

Kathy must have been immediately around the corner. She popped up promptly, chirping, "Yes, Mom?"

"Katherine, your young man, here, seems to think very highly of you." Marie paused, dramatically. "I have to say, I agree with him. You have always been my favorite daughter." Kathy groaned at what must have been a hoary joke, Marie carried on. "You have grown into a young woman of determination, with plans and ambition. I have to trust your judgment, and this young man here seems to appreciate the valuable, special woman that you are becoming." She paused, again, and, smiling, continued. "I approve."

With The Maternal Seal Of Approval provided, sealed, and signed, I (Chastely!) kissed Kathy goodnight, and wound my way home.

CHAPTER THREE

I slept intermittently, both because my mind was a whirl, and my johnston rising in anticipation of happy fun times to come. It did seem as if only an hour or two had passed, when my alarm interrupted another dream ravishment of my willing companion.

Driving over to Kathy's house, I considered how we might spend our day. Parking in front of her house, I knew what alternatives I'd offer her. Marie answered promptly to the ringing of the doorbell, inviting me inside. Kathy trilled a greeting, as she skipped down the stairs, backpack slung over one shoulder. "Bye, Mom! See you tonight!", as she hugged Marie, and gave me a smile full of promise over her mother's shoulder.

We headed out to spend the morning at the zoo. Kathy led us about, a sort of caramel colored wide eyed random motion generator. As she related, she had not been to the zoo since she was a little girl. I do not know if the exhibits, or her enthusiasm were more entertaining, but, hands down, being there with her was the best part.

As afternoon began to roll around, we went to Shield's Bar, for their deep dish pizza. For many years, there had been a certain amount of debate, as to whether Shield's or Buddy's was the superior representative of Detroit's pizza. Tonight, we sampled Shields. Curiously, my Detroit born-and-raised companion had never eaten here. She was impressed, and found that Shield's compared favorably to the chain store delivery pizza she had experienced.

Having eaten our fill, we carried the remains of the meal out to my car. I parked in my accustomed spot, we stashed the left overs in my frig, and settled in on my sofa. I sidled next to her, and insinuated my arm over her shoulder, preparatory to drawing her close, and beginning my (or so I thought) smooth seduction of this precious morsel.

She did not appear impressed with my smooth moves. Drawing my hand off her shoulder and over her head, depositing it in my lap with all the enthusiasm she might display handling a dog turd, she sat upright, and turned to me.

"I thought that you and my mother had decided that you were not interested in fooling around. You and she were pretty chummy, and it sure sounded as if you both were determined to protect my virtue, regardless of my own plans for my virtue. You just sit there, and be virtuous, young man, so you can report to my mother that we were proper little churchgoing church mice! " She crossed her arms, doing interesting things to her bust in the process, and continued, as if in an aside. "Harrumph! Not interested in my soft brown body! Don't want to fool around, the least little bit! I heard that white boys were only after my black booty, and you—YOU-- cannot be bothered to take advantage of me, and my weakened defenses, when I'm simply burning for you to handle me, to take me, to strip my clothing from me, like some cave man! I've got your 'wait until tomorrow', your 'convince your mother I respect you!', your 'finish our studying, we can take our time', and I've got it right here! You can just finish whatever you have to do, that is more important than ravishing me, the ravishing that I richly deserve, and then, when you are done, you can sit right there, and keep your hands to yourself, and 'take your time', while I let you know all the good times you missed out on! Fool!"

I was stunned. As I began to stutter out some sort of apology, some explanation, some sort of balm to soothe her abraded feelings, I stumbled over my words, I wandered, and generally verbally made a complete fool of myself.

Once I came up for air, taking a breath preparatory to more wheedling, apologizing, and generally groveling, I noted the glint in her eye. I stopped abruptly.

"What?" was her reply, once she noted the silence. "You were doing pretty well there, for a minute, and I was starting to enjoy your performance. Why did you stop?"

I mock-glared at her. "You were going to let me stumble along, for how long, before you let me know that you were completely yanking my chain?"

Her brown eyes went wide, and a moue formed. "Me? Tease you? About getting behind me, and you waiting, and scheming with my mother? How can you accuse me of doing such a thing?"

I looked into the distance, as if deliberating her statement. "Oh, perhaps you are having entirely too much fun at my expense? Maybe, you're laying it on way too thick? Maybe, since I can smell your arousal, and I did notice your earlier enthusiasm for a romantic interlude, and find this in stark contrast to the bucket of manure you just now laid on me. I suppose, that would be how I can accuse you of teasing me!"

She burst out laughing, and rocked from side to side. "Oh, you should have seen your face! You looked like the kid whose ice cream cone fell onto the sidewalk! Ho, ho, ho! I haven't caught anybody up in my foolishness, in quite a while! And, you were stuttering in your enthusiasm to get a piece of my action! As if you were not gonna get some from me!"

She paused, and reached for my hand. "Silly white boy, let's go to bed!"

She rose from the couch with a grace that I in no way matched, and led me to the bedroom. "You sit here, and wait for me. I have a few things to get ready for you, and you need to wait right here! I won't be long!"

I heard water running, and swishing, and she returned, smelling minty fresh. "My turn!", I announced, and retired to brush my own teeth.

I wandered towards the back of the place, and saw her sitting nakedly upon my bed, only my pillow, clutched before her as if it were a shield, concealing her curves. Her clothing was settled upon a chair in the corner of the room, but, gotta tell you, I only had eyes for Kathy.

I stepped up to her, and she relinquished the pillow to my tug. I tossed it onto the head of the bed, and admired her shy smile. I pulled my shirt over my head, toed my shoes off. Once I was as naked as she, I stood at the side of the bed, and reached for her. She took my hand, standing next to the bed, where we embraced.

So, Kathy was around 5 feet, maybe 5'2", tall, weighed around 110 pounds. Her breasts, medium sized and firm, reached for me, umber curves capped with darker areolae, nipples erect and pointing my way. They burrowed into my chest, and I dropped my hands to caress her butt, firm, round, and tight. I thrilled to hear her murmur her pleasure.

Her questing tongue searched out, and found, my own, and she twisted, rubbing those breasts against me, as my throbber began to leave trail of excitement across her abdomen. She noticed, and settled upon the bed, winding up seated with her back against the headboard, and me kneeling back between her knees.

She let her gaze travel up and down my body (as if I was not similarly surveying her own charms!), can observed, "Somebody like what he sees! And, it seems, has 'big' plans!"

I figured that two could play the coy game, and replied, "Oh? Did I misunderstand the entire waiting-naked-in-your-boyfriend's-bed thing? If you aren't sure about all this, well, I suppose that I could just get dressed again, and take you home. If that's what you want, that is?"

Now, it was her turn to backpedal and stutter. "No, no, no! I didn't mean anything....wait! You demon! You know that you have me all naked, hot and wet, simply drooling to get you to slide that hot bony monster deep inside me, and you're going to tease like you will simply get dressed and call it all good? And, not give me just what I want? Oh, no you don't! You just slip right over here, and let me show you what good lovin' feels like!"

I chuckled, and, reaching up to grasp her slim hips, drew her back down the bed, until she was glans-to-quim with my one eyed cooter creamer. Kathy glanced at our nearly joined pelvises, looked me in the eye, and placed her hands on my shoulders. Biting her lower lip in a demure facsimile of an innocent face, she arched her back, driving my cockhead between those greasy dark lips.

She became wide eyed at that, continuing her coy game, and asked, "It that big thing all for me? I thought only dirty girls got boys' things all up inside them."

I flexed my own hips, and added a few inches to our joining. "Well, dirty girls do that, as well as nice girls. Both kinds of girls seem to enjoy it."

She giggled, and flexed her hips again, by now firmly seating her self astride my lap, with my hardness flexing in the hot wet grasp of her sex. "I think I can see why! Do that again, you dirty white boy! Make me squirm again, just like that!"

I obliged her. Rocking my pelvis back, I returned to again seat myself deeply within her. Her shaven labia rocked up and down my length, and she cooed her approval, clasping me close, crushing her breasts against me.

I scooted back, and laid her down, so as to be able to fuck her properly. She wrapped her legs around my hips, and her arms around my shoulders, and I snaked my own hands beneath her back, grasping her shoulders as I began to jab into her oily canal, changing up from time to time with deep, rolling, massage-her-cervix leisurely thrusts. She seemed to enjoy that, as she moaned at each repeat.

Her moaning accelerated, as did my thrusts. We chased our release, joining, and withdrawing, working her oils into a froth. She clutched me closer, as I reciprocated my turgid love lance within her steamy receptacle. She clenched, then, and arched her back, keening out her first release. I persisted, driving through her climax, until she relaxed. I slowed, languidly stirring her sex with my prod, watching for her to resume her climb up Eros' heights.

She lay there, as she had landed after her explosion, relaxed in her post climactic afterglow. She was slowly rocking her pelvis in response to my movements. Her arms thrown to the corners of the bed, legs splayed, she sighed occasionally.

I continued my leisurely fucking motions, my erection reaching for her core. Kathy opened her brown eyes, and reached for my embrace. "You didn't get yours, yet, did you?"

"Nope. Not yet. I'm simply enjoying being so close to you."

She closed her eyes, and smiled. "Hmmm, so am I. Are you getting close?"

"Why?"

Opening her eyes, her smile illuminated her entire face. "Because I want you to cum in my mouth."

I throbbed within her. She noticed. "Yep, I want to drink you down. You are gonna pour yourself out onto my tongue, so I can enjoy your taste. I'm gonna gulp you down. Oh, yes, silly white boy, you are gonna feed your Nubian Princess, gonna feed me my creamy snack!"

With that sort of encouragement, I accelerated my coitus. She noticed that, as well, and I could feel her smile into my ear. "Ooh, yeah! You like that, don't you? Yeah, you may push me into getting my cookies once again, maybe you'll let me drink you down while I'm still coming! Hmmm, you're pushing me closer! Yeah, fuck me harder, Mark, fuck me through my cookies! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah! I'm almost there! Hold on, hold on! Let me cum again, and I'll suck you so good! Oh, oh, oh!"

And, that pretty much ended her conversation. She moaned, she groaned, she keened out her release, and her clasping sex muscles nearly ended me. I clenched, powering her through her crisis, and slowed, as she relaxed. I slowed, trying to forestall my own consummation.

Once she stopped trembling, I rolled from her embrace, grasping her small dark hand. She rolled into me, and I reached to caress her near breast.

Shortly, she shook herself, rolling to face me, and reached for my johnston. "Here, you got me off twice, and now it's your turn! You held off, just to let me suck you off and enjoy your taste. Now, you shall get your reward!"

She kissed her way down my torso, coming to rest, breathing upon my love lance. Quivering, my glans reached for her. She chuckled, and observed, "Somebody wants some of what you just gave me! He won't have to wait long!"

She pecked the tip, and licked her lips. She murmured, "Hmmm! Yummy, just like I knew you would be!" She pecked me again, and, breathing upon my head, opened wide, and descended upon me. Closing her lips, she drew off and smacked her lips. Turning, she smiled at me, reporting, "Sure seems like somebody is happy to see me! You're running over, and dripping down the shaft!" She turned back, lapped up my flow, and purred. She descended again, engulfing me, and held me fully within her oral embrace, idly swirling her tongue around my throbber. She backed up, resting my cockhead upon her tongue, sucked a few times as she might upon a straw, and sat up, licking her lips.

"Hmmm! I can taste how much you like that! Well, just so you know, I have a special reward for boys who behave themselves, and fuck me through a couple of climaxes! Yes, I certainly do! You, you lucky boy, are gonna cum in my mouth, and I'll drink you down, all your yummy sperms, and I'll suck you some more, until you give me a second helping! Oh, yes I will!"

Returning to her task, she nuzzled my johnston, and lapped a few times along the bottom curve. She settled her dark lips on the very tip, as if smooching my helmet, and smiled with her eyes. Pressing, she forced the tingling tip between her lips, and began to immerse me in the hot, wet, grasping cauldron that was her mouth. Reciprocating, she led me to the very precipice of the heights we seek to leap from, and, when she felt my tremors announcing my jism explosion, withdrew, stroking me with her hot little hands.

"Oohhh! I want to taste you! I want you in my mouth! Please, please, cum in my mouth! You laid me so sweetly, you drove me crazy when you kept lancing into me even while I was orgasming, and now, now I want you to fill me! Let me drink you down!"

Her eyes wild, she sucked me into the depths of her throat. She went nuts on my dick, slobbering and moaning, stroking the part not immersed in the vortex of her mouth.

I went rigid, and felt myself begin to pour into her. I jerked from the intensity of my release. I clutched for her head, as if to jam my entire tool into her throat, and fuck my way into her stomach. My convulsions wracked me, the pleasure she gave me as she swallowed, and sucked, my spending, the only thing I was aware of.

It was likely only seconds, although I would swear they were long, slow minutes, that I spilled my essence into her, and she lapped it all up, moaning and squeezing my shaft to elicit more. I finally was wrung out, dry spasms the only thing I had left to offer her for her efforts.

I collapsed onto the bed, expended, and she concluded my destruction with a few cleanup sucks and a few victory laps around my nads. Kathy snuggled up against me, wrapped me in her arms, drawing her firm warm breasts against my side, and crowed, "You came so much! You came so hard! I thought you were not going to stop! You were tasty, just like I imagined! I wanna do that again, just as soon as you are able! I betcha I made you cum, just as hard as you made me cum!"

I was not up to participating in any noticeable way in this conversation, and so was content to allow her to continue, while I reveled in her after action report. My own review would certainly be five stars, unless more were allowed. Hers sounded just as enthusiastic, for which fact I felt a certain amount of pride. Entirely unearned, inasmuch as the credit was entirely hers.

CHAPTER FOUR

I drowsed, until the sun had moved far enough along it's transit to shine in my eyes. I awakened to find a naked Kathy entwined about me. She appeared so sweet, her slow breaths providing delightful pressure changes to my chest from her firm breasts, that I lay still, admiring her beauty, until her eyes fluttered open. A moment for her to focus, another for her to process, and her smile illuminated her face.

"I thought I was having a wonderful dream. I was all warm, and felt so safe, and relaxed. I felt somebody looking at me, but could not figure out who, or where they were. When I opened my eyes, and saw you simply looking at me, well, did you know you were smiling?"

I shook my head negatively. "Well, you were. You looked satisfied with yourself, just like you were thinking, 'Yeah, I did that! I rocked her world!' Once I focused, and remembered our afternoon, well, you have every right to feel satisfied. You rocked my world, indeed!"

She reached up and smooched me. I returned her kiss, and we started to roll around the bed, kissing and rubbing each other, and hugging. My johnston began to firm, and she pulled away.

"Oh, no you don't! He is the reason you wore me out, and, exhausted from serial orgasms, I passed out, helpless in your bed! Who knows what sort of awful things you might have visited upon my helpless, limp body, as I tried to recover from the pounding you administered to me! Oowww, my poor little kitty feels bruised! You brute! You used me for your own pleasure, leaving me limp, wrung out, and helpless!"

Kathy was scooting backwards on the bed during this harangue, heels and hands inching her away from me, and closer to the head of the bed. Reaching it, she stopped, and sat upright. She smiled at me, and delivered her closing argument. "Anyhow, that's my version! That's the way I'm telling it!"

I inched closer, on my own hands and knees. "Oh, really? So, no mention of the multiple orgasms I elicited, hmm?"

She placed her finger to her lip, as if deliberating. "Well, I might have gotten my cookies once."

I raised my eyebrows. "Once? So, is that the explanation for the moans that I took to be encouragement?"

She grinned. "Maybe...."

I inched closer. "And, the 'cookies', the 'snack', I was gonna feed my 'Nubian Princess'? Did she enjoy her cookies? Or, did she enjoy the second helping of her 'cookies'?"

She made as if to back closer to the headboard. "I might have taken a nibble or two of some cookies, I suppose..."

I invaded her personal space, naked as she, kneeling upright, drawing her into my chest. My erection, now throbbing in anticipation of a second inning, settled in between her fine dark breasts, and she tipped her face back, reaching to draw me into another kiss.

We separated slightly, and she continued. "I really, really like your baking skills. You have given me some of the most wonderful cookies that I have ever had! But, before you drive me permanently crazy, or bruise my poor kitty some more with your love hammer, maybe we ought to eat. Sleeping with you gives me an appetite!"

We separated, and I rummaged in my frig for suitable left overs. I turned, offering her a choice: reheated Greek food, or reheated pizza. "Whatever you don't pick, I'll finish. Tickling your fancy has left me hungry, as well!"

We ate, and teased each other, and, having finished, cleaned up and returned to bed to cuddle. I was starting to get me "second wind" when my alarm sounded. We both sat up, and I glanced at my clock.

"So, since it's pushing eight o'clock, perhaps we ought to consider getting dressed, getting you home, and considering a rematch, and how you want that to go." She started to form a rejoinder, and I continued. "Simply so you do not wonder, yes, I want you to stay the night, and yes, I want to have you sleep in my arms. Perhaps once you move out of you mother's house, or she accepts us as a couple more enthusiastically, perhaps we can do that sort of thing. For now, we are simply going to have to accept your mother's rules."

She looked at me for a moment. "I don't want to accept her rules! I'm an adult, I'm paying my own bills, and I'm in my last semester of school. Why can't I spend the night?"

She made a tempting case. My take was a bit longer term. "Well, so far your mother appears to support us in our rather unusual relationship. Perhaps you have noticed, there's not a lot of couples like us. My bet is that we will need all the support we can get. Let's not piss off your mom before we cannot avoid doing so, eh?"

CHAPTER FIVE

I was back to work, and my partner and I were hanging out at Big City General Hospital, awaiting our next run. Medic 8 pulled up, and disgorged their patient. Once they were done, and cleaning up their truck, we wandered over to chat. One of the crew was an old partner of mine, Athos.

"Hey!", he greeted me. "You been talking to Cletus?"

"About what?" was my response.

"Your girlfriend. He asked me, and I quote, if you were still seeing 'that nigger bitch'. I asked him if his momma was still whoring, and, for some reason, at that point the conversation ended." Athos grinned. "Not talking to that dingleberry will not bother me at all."

I turned to my partner, and shrugged. Doug ventured, "Guess he doesn't like black folks much, eh?"

"I wonder if that might prove to be some kind of handicap, in a city with a black mayor, black city council, and mostly black residents." I took a breath. "That big talking, cock sucking piece of shit has never met Kathy, couldn't pick her out of a lineup, and presumes to judge her."

Doug's dark eyes narrowed. "Hey, partner! Don't start nothing! He's an asshole, everybody knows he's an asshole, and he's gonna need some backup sooner or later. Might kinda suck, if everybody else in the city is busy when his 'Code 1000" comes out? Or, when he goes down on charges, and you know he will, his mouth is bound to talk him into some stuff, do you suppose he's gonna call the 'nigger loving' chief steward to help him keep his job?"

My long suffering, and African Persuasion-ed, partner, looked up with a malevolent grin. "I am beginning to wonder if Cletus thought through all this unmasking bullshit."

Athos joined in. "I don't know what he was thinking. He knows we were partners, he knows you've helped me with my own nursing school homework. Hell, I wouldn't have passed pharmacology without your notes! How he thought he'd ask me something that stupid, and I wouldn't tell you, well, he's both an idiot, and an asshole!"

Doug nodded. "Yep. All the black guys I talk to, know that you don't care about race. When we're facing departmental charges, you are the steward, and we're gonna get your best effort. You don't ask who is on a crew: we all remember that time you dragged half a dozen of us to bail Medic Six out of a fight on one of their scenes. The fact that there were two black guys on that crew did seem to even enter your mind. Another EMS crew was in trouble, the cops had not been called, so you went on the air and beat feet over to their scene, to see if they needed help. The rest of us were kind of dragged along in your wake. So, if shit goes down, Cletus is fucked. You, my man, you have brothers watching your back!" He paused, and grinned a little bit. "Besides, with you dating a Sister, hell, we might get you eating some fried chicken and melon, come next summer! Break you out of that suburban bubble altogether!"

I chuckled, gratefully. "Dunno, partner. You know I'm all about the rigatoni, and Greek food, and tetrazini, gonna take some serious bubble breaking to make that happen!"

He slapped my back. "Dude! I've met Kathy, remember? Now, there is a woman to break some bubbles!" He paused, and looked at me with mischief in his eyes. "So, partner, if she realizes that a white boy cannot dance, and she decides to return to the dark side, make sure she has my number, alright?"

I guffawed. "I'm pretty sure that she already knows about my dancing skills! So, what do you suppose your wife might say about my steering Kathy your way? Does Medic Four have your house on their frequent flyer list, when Andrea figures that it's time to kick your ass?"

He looked around. "Well, uh, Andrea doesn't know about my designs on Kathy. She, well, she might not appreciate the rare gift I am offering to share with her."

"Might that be a gift that, for some reason, Andrea thinks she is the sole rightful beneficiary of?"

Doug attempted to look innocent. "Who knows what a woman thinks? She might, I guess."

Athos laughed. "Oh, I've met Andrea. I don't think 'I guess' does justice to her perspective of things. "

Dispatch toned an end to our considerations, and Doug and I set out to save another life, and fight yet more disease.

CHAPTER SIX

Kathy had taken to eating our lunches together (Yeah, I know: just like high school). The more time I spent in her company, the happier her presence made me. She was smart, cute, funny, quick witted, and, when she smiled (a smile that she favored me with frequently), both her face illuminated, and the surrounding environment became so much brighter.

We had taken a few more field trips together, including introducing her to the metropolitan park system. For some reason, she had not made them part of her summers, and, when I took her on my own picnic to one, at Sussex Lake, well, you would have thought I had shown her the walkway to paradise.

After we ate, and spent the requisite 45 minutes chatting, she entered the bathhouse to change into her own bathing suit, while I simply shucked my shirt and shorts leaving me in my own suit. She cautiously joined me, wrapped demurely in a beach towel. I turned to tuck our clothing away, and stood, and had my breath taken away.

Now, Kathy was a churchgoing woman, from a churchgoing family. She dressed modestly. Now, some of my classmates showed up for lectures "dressed to impress". Given that this was circa 1980, we're not talking see through tops or anything, but, still, not everybody dressed "office casual", which might be a good description of Kathy's wardrobe selections.

So, when I stood to observe her small two piece swimsuit, well, it *was* flattering, and left no doubt that this was an adult woman. I was sufficiently jaded that I did not promptly display a "gallant reflex", but, well, this promised later good times indeed.

While I tried to process this pretty vista, Kathy pirouetted and asked, "Does this make me look fat? My mother thought it was too daring, although she predicted that you'd appreciate it."

I have described Kathy, right? Her brown eyes and pretty face lit with an inner radiance whenever she smiled. Her firm medium sized bust beckoned to me. Slender abdomen, flat and firm, smoothly flowed into her rounded hips, framing her pelvis. Her swimsuit bottoms covered, and framed, her sex, hinting at the delights waiting beneath. So, Hell! Yes!, I appreciated it.

I was surprised that her mother thought about my reaction to her suit, at all, and was surprised as well as her seeming acceptance of her daughter wearing this suit, implicit acceptance of our physical relationship. Kathy, seeing the admiration in my eyes, reached out, drew me close, and hugged me. She whispered into my ear, "So, is it my beauty that leaves you unable to speak, or did you just have a stroke?"

When she drew back, likely my stuttering did not help her clarify that question. She figured things out on her own, seeing no facial droop, and started to laugh. "Oh, you fool! If you don't drag your tongue back inside our mouth, you'll trip over it! Here, let's get into the lake, and hope that the cool water will shock some sense into you!".

I followed, her bouncing gait through the sand doing interesting things to her taut bottom. Fortunately, before my loins could finish the briefing my eyes, and libido, were providing and start to respond appropriately, we were hip deep into the lake. Cool lake water helped me maintain public decorum.

I had been a swimmer in high school, and tried a little of my old stuff. Hmm, not in shape like I had been 7 years ago. Kathy laughed, and splashed, and swam alongside of me. Once, when she stood from the water, smoothing the water from her shoulder length dark hair, I watched the water flowing over her curves, as if caressing her like a lover would. I stood, staring, until she blinked her eyes clear.

"What?" she asked, as she noted my speechless gaze. "Oh, no you don't! I recognize that look! You want to do horrible things to my soft brown body, and here, I'm a respectable churchgoing woman! Oh, no you don't!", she continued, as she started to back out of the water. "You, you, you...oh, you incorrigible ruffian! You will simply have to wait until we get home, and then we can have this conversation! No, I am not wrestling with you out here with God and everybody looking on! You! YOU! Stop!"

I followed her, methodically. She made hand gestures as if to fend me off, and I occasionally reached out, guiding her from side to side so as to prevent her landing in the middle of some family's picnic. Reaching our towels, I grabbed hers, and wrapped her in it. I wrapped her in my arms, rubbing her dry, and basking in her warmth.

She snaked an arm from her coverings, and held me at arm's length. "We need to go home. I have something there, that I want to show you."

I reached for my own towel, leisurely drying my self. "What might that be?"

She stopped me, again. "Me."

"Do you mean, right now?"

She looked at me, as I were stupid. (not that I had just given cause to wonder, or something!) "No, silly! If we wait until we're home, then nobody will be scandalized by your barbarian ways! Why aren't we there, yet?"

Recognizing a good plan once I had been beaten with it, I started to gather our things. "Yes, ma'am! On the way!"

Kathy tucked her towel around her waist, sarong like, and started to help me collect stuff. She muttered something, low and soft, that might have sounded like "that's what I thought!", but it was difficult to tell.

I did not speed home, not quite, but the looming prospect of enjoying Kathy's favors once again, did motivate me to not waste time. I parked, unlocked the car, and handed her my keys. She unlocked the door, and tripped up the stairs before me, and I gathered up our stuff and followed along.

I entered my apartment, and I turned from locking the door, to find a smiling, topless Kathy waiting for me, her blouse dangling from one hand.

"I'm gonna make you come in my mouth!"

Gotta love a woman who has a plan! "Uh, am I supposed to talk you out of that? because, if you think for one second that I'm gonna try to change your mind, you're way, way wrong!"

She laughed out loud. "Oh, silly white boy! You have no choice in this matter! you are gonna be putty in my hands, and I will mould you to my liking! Come here, and let me have my way with you!"

Reaching out her hand, she led me to the dining room table. Seating me there, she settled her blouse on an adjacent chair, and wriggled out of her pants, and swimsuit bottoms, in one smooth graceful move. Her dark breasts waved with her movements, her shaven sex winked at me as she cocked one hip, arms crossed, and she regarded me with a squint. "It sure looks like you aren't properly dressed for this occasion! Here, let me help you!"

She pulled my shirt over my head, and knelt at my feet (and, yes, that certainly put my mind into the proper space!). Releasing my belt, she tugged my shorts and underwear into a tangle at my knees. We worked together to disentangle me from the wreckage that was my wardrobe, until I sat erect and throbbing, my sex scepter swaying in the gravity waves. She sat back on her heels, licked her lips, and asked me, "Is that all for me? Ooh, I've been a very good girl! I sure hope I won't have to share!"

I stifled a groan. "If you had to share, I would not survive! You and whoever you were gonna share me with, would leave me a dried up husk, waiting to be found by generations yet unborn, who would wonder how you could have mummified me so thoroughly!"

She smiled prettily. "So, I guess it's a good thing that I'm not gonna share him! I'm gonna suck you down, and drain you."

Holding my gaze, she bent toward me, opening her mouth and engulfing me, only her hot moist breath touching me. Reaching the depth that suited her, she closed her lips about my girth, and slowly dragged her swirling tongue up the length of my johnston.

She descended, again, along my length, eyes fixed upon my own, as the whirlpool of her oral embrace engulfed me. She drew off, and again plunged me toward her throat, swallowing at full depth, as if to draw me into her gullet. She eased more, and more of my into her, until, after one particularly enthusiastic suck, she stopped, my full length laying upon her restless tongue. She coughed, just a little, the spasms as her throat tried to expel the invader doing intriguing things to my reltney.

She slowly withdrew me from her pharynx, smacked her lips, and smiled at me. "You are starting to ooze your stuff. I guess you like this, huh?"

"I dunno if 'like' even begins to describe it! You're about to fulfill your threat to suck me dry! Just a little more, and I'm gonna be sorely tempted to simply wrap my hands in your hair, and fuck your face!"

Her face lit up at that revelation. Crossing her hands in the small of her back, she cut a pretty little pout. "Oh, Mark, wouldja please? I wanna know that I made you a cave man, unable to resist my sexual wiles! I want you to fuck my face!"

Some offers do not require much consideration at all. I stood, wrapped my hands behind her head, and drew her to my drooling schwanz. "If I get too rough, tap on my leg, OK?"

"Oh, no, Master, I just know you'll be just as rough as I want you to get! Take me!"

Master? Really? Whatever, if it helped her get her jollies, I could get behind it. I prodded her lips with my glans, and she pursed them to smooch my sex. I withdrew, and again presented my throbber to her lips. As I pressed slightly, she relaxed, and I threaded my tool into her mouth, where her constantly moving tongue demonstrated her approval of things. I reciprocated, driving deeper and deeper into her mouth, and soon beginning to enter her throat, as she swallowed at each thrust. I withdrew entirely, and asked her, "Are you alright? You're starting to gag a little there."

Her wild eyes answered me. "Yep, I'm fine, now do me! Oh God, you're making me insane! Your cock is throbbing, my mouth is watering, and, when you make me choke, I feel as if you own me! Do it! Own my throat!"

I pressed her mouth down the length of my cock, bulling into her throat, and held her, impaled, for long seconds. I had started to hold my breath as I took her, and, once I felt myself starting to get short of breath, drew her off me. She gasped her breath, and oval-ed her mouth, a wordless entreaty that I accommodated. I began to thrash away at her mouth, savoring her submission, her choking and gagging massaging my dickhead and drawing my looming eruption ever closer.

"Here I come! Drink me all down!" was all the warning I was able to gasp out, as my ejaculation overtook me. She moaned, pressing me deeper into her gullet than I had even forced her, turning her head to and fro, as if to screw me entirely down her throat and into her stomach. Pulse after pulse of my love lotion buttered her tonsils, and she gulped, and gulped, until I had only dry shots to give her.

My hands released her, and she wrapped my thighs in her arms, kissing and licking my nads, eventually drawing off me with a "Pop!". I flopped onto the chair, she settled onto her heels, upright, hands resting upon her thighs, as if in a Gorean Nadu.

Once my breathing had returned to normal, I sat upright, and complimented her. "Wow! That was intense! You weren't kidding, I think you've finished me for the afternoon!"

I stood, reaching for her, and drew her into an embrace. She murmured into my ear, "That's what I thought! So, do you feel like putty, yet?"

"Yeah, I kinda do! So, what was that 'Master' business about?"

She giggled. "Well, when a girl wants her man to be a little bit rough with her, be just a little masterful, can you think of a better way to make him know that? So, did I mould you into my master, for a while?"

"Yeah, you did. I've never seen that side of you, before. What happened?""

She drew back, and met my eyes. "You happened. I feel safe with you, and feeling safe lets me play silly games with you. Why didn't I let you see this side of me before? Well, don't you know that this is second date behavior?"

"Is this our second date?"

"Yep"

"What about dinner last week, or studying this week?"

"Well, those weren't dates. We've done all that stuff before. This picnic was new, and, well, deserves a reward for creativity."

So, one of the enduring mysteries of my life was, how had I missed the memo regarding second date behavior? And, what awaited me on my third date with Kathy?