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Title: "Invalid Item"  (the Letter)

Author: TimM

Plot: Well, by far, this one is my absolute favorite, Tim. I’ve read some remarkable stories from you, but this one…this one I just absolutely LOVE!

Scene: I wasn’t lost in the least. For me, this was not a scene induced chapter. This was character and emotionally driven.

Character Development: I want a Phillip. I wish my first time would have been so tender, so full of love so….perfect.

Grammar: What you see below is what you get. This was so clean, the flow so perfect…

Just My Personal Opinion: Well, I’m sure you’ll have trouble fitting your head through a doorway, but you definitely deserve the praise. I can’t say enough wonderful things about this story, Tim. From her ugly boyfriend (which was my damn boyfriend) to meeting Phillip. God, this was just so tender and beautiful. Kudos, Tim. Triple Kudos!

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Good things come in small packages

The Letter

“Come on, Linda. Lots of people start college after a year off. You can work, pick up financial aid. You’ll get in.”

My little sister, leaning against the bedroom door, accompanied her lecture with a sickening holier-than-thou look. She was two years younger than me, in eleventh grade, and just because she’d been accepted at four different colleges, she thought she could tell me what to do.

“Maybe I don’t want to go to college. Maybe I like my life.”

“What? You wanna sell perfume forever? Turn into one of those little old gray-haired ladies standing behind the counter at Macy’s? Come on, be serious.”

“I am being serious. Now get out of here. Rick’s taking me to a party tonight. I’ve got to get ready.”

“That’s another thing.” She strode across the room and flopped down in my chair. “You’ve got to dump that guy. He’s a first-class loser.”

“He is not a loser! He loves me, and I love him. Now get lost.”

“Know what I think?” She folded her arms across her chest. “I think the only reason he goes out with you is the sex.” Any little tid bits of descriptions for Ali?

“What?” I turned on her. “Ali, you little...” I lowered my voice. Our parents were downstairs, and things were bad enough, without me screaming. They thought as soon as I turned eighteen, I should have moved out. They didn’t understand I couldn’t afford my own place on my salary.

I knelt down in front of Ali. “I’ll have you know, little sister, that we’re not doing it. Never did, probably never will. Since I have no intention of showing you to prove it, you’ll have to believe me.”

“Then why do you keep a box of birth control pills in the back of your underwear drawer? A box that goes down by one every day?”

“Why... you little spy! How dare you?” Stance or mannerism to show her anger, narrowing of eyes perhaps?

She smiled sweetly. “It was an accident. I needed to borrow some underwear, and there it was.”

“That’s for my awful periods. Ask Mom if you don’t believe me. Or don’t. I don’t care what you think. But I’m not having sex.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Honest?”

“Honest. I don’t know who I’m saving it for, but it’s sure not Rick.”

“See!” She pointed at my chest in triumph. “I told you he’s a jerk. You just admitted it.”

“Time’s up, little sister. He’ll be here in an hour. Clear out.”

“Okay. But I want you to know one more thing. Know what I saw him doing today?”

I shook my head in exasperation.

“He was down at Clary’s Drugstore.” She leaned in and whispered. “He bought a box of rubbers. A dozen.”

“What? Are you sure?”

She scrunched her nose at me. “I believe I know what Trojans look like. Think about it.” She walked out and closed the door.

I took my shower in a daze. He swore I was the only one. He loved me. We weren’t having sex. What the hell were the rubbers for? And a dozen! That shit-head.

He picked me up at seven, acting his usual cool self in his red Camaro convertible, top down. He was wearing wore (?) leather boots, jeans with silver studs, and a checked cowboy shirt, his latest look. His long, (comma) black hair was slicked back, even though I told him I liked it better hanging loose. He gave me an exaggerated wink, squeezed my knee, and put it in gear. When he popped the clutch and peeled away, kicking up a storm of pebbles, I glanced back and saw Ali peeking out her window. She waved goodbye.

“Hi, (comma) babe,” he hollered, trying to out-shout the blaring radio.

“Hi, (comma) babe,” I answered, as I turned my head to check out the back seat and floor for the box of rubbers I knew was around somewhere. I don’t know what I wanted more, for them to be for another girl, meaning he was cheating, or for me, meaning we had a fight coming up. I hadn’t lied to Ali about the sex. I liked Rick a lot. He was a fun guy, a great dancer, a great fantastic (to alleviate the two “great” words here) kisser, and he had a pretty high-paying job, considering, (comma) but for some reason, I couldn’t see myself going far with him, at least not that far.

The party was at Rick’s friend’s house, a guy named Russ who I never liked all that much. As I expected, he and his girlfriend-of-the-month greeted us with beers in one hand and pawing each other with the free hand. Just something I caught here, Tim. The way this is currently worded, I would suspect there would be two sets of hands pawing…are you implying it’s only Russ’ hand at work? They ushered us in the door, and the moment we stepped inside, a whole pile of people jumped out from behind furniture and around corners, shouting, “Surprise!”

I looked around for the birthday person, and realized they were all looking at us. “What’s this?” I stammered.

Rick took my hand. “You don’t know? It’s our six-month anniversary. I took you to the Aerosmith concert exactly six months ago. Our first date.”

I was dumbfounded. “So you mean, you guys are throwing a party for a six-month anniversary?”

He nodded vigorously. “Hell, (comma)? yeah.”

Russ elbowed me in the ribs, harder than I wish he would have. “You gotta celebrate that. Hell, Damn, (?) six months with pretty much the same girl, that’s sayin’ something for ole ‘ol Ricky.”

I looked at Rick. “Pretty much?”

He laughed and headed for the refrigerator. “He’s kidding,” he called back over his shoulder.

The evening dragged. Russ played nothing but hard rock at volumes that rattled the windows, and Rick downed one beer after another. I snuck every one of mine out to the kitchen, poured them down the drain, and refilled them with water. I was driving home tonight. * Hell, I still do this!

We said our goodbyes at last. Rick staggered to the car and handed me the keys without a fight, which was a surprise. * Gees, do you know my husband too, Tim? He never liked me driving his car, so to be safe, I took it real slow. Twenty minutes later, I pulled into the garage of his apartment and promised the safe return of his car in the morning. I wondered if I was going to have to help him up the stairs, and decided to watch and see how he did on his own. But instead of getting out, he took my hand.

“Listen, Linda, I’ve got a surprise for you. An anniversary present.” He was so drunk, anniversary came out something like annivershory, and his breath made me sick. He reached into the glove box and presented me with a gift-wrapped package, complete with a pink bow. I knew what was inside.

“What’re these for?” I asked, crumpling the wrapping paper into a ball and tossing it on the floor while I read for the third time, “Ribbed for her pleasure.”

“What’re they for? I’ll show you what they’re for.” He unzipped his jeans and hauled his cock out. Between his rancid beer breath and his slobbering, my stomach turned at the thought of having to beat him off, my usual out for when he got overexcited and demanding. No problem tonight, though. He fiddled with his cock, slapping it back and forth, squeezing it, tickling it, and a dozen other moves, but no dice. It was limp as a dead caterpillar. * Oh, HELL! YOU DO KNOW MY HUSBAND! I am sooo laughing right now! (between grinding of my teeth, mind you) I put the rubbers back in the glove box, got out, walked around to his side, and helped him shove his cock back in and zip up without damaging it. * Whoa…she’s way nicer than I am. snickers We stumbled up the stairs. I unlocked the door and pushed him inside. For a moment I wondered if I should make sure he got to bed okay, but I ran the hell away before the thought took hold.

Ali was waiting up when I got home. She cornered me at my door. “Well?” she asked, smirking.

“Did you know tonight was our six-month anniversary?”

“No kidding. So he bought you a special present, right? Twelve special presents, actually.”

I nodded.

“Gee, Linda, it must be true love.”

I shoved her away. “Get out. I’m going to bed.”

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I was in a terrible mood at work the next day. My boss even heard me snap at a customer, and chewed me out. When I dragged myself into the house that afternoon, a letter addressed to me was lying on the table. I snatched it and retreated to my room. The return name was familiar, though I couldn’t quite place it. Then it hit me. He was in my graduating class, a skinny, nerdy guy who sat behind me in a couple classes. I didn’t remember much about him other than that is this “that” needed? he was really smart and avoided sports. The only other thing I recalled was that he smiled (passive) The only thing I recalled was his smile, which he did all the time, like nothing ever bothered him. More than once I wondered what was up with that. Nobody except a fruitcake is happy all the time. I tore open the letter and read it, my jaw dropping more and more with every line I read.

Dear Linda,

You’re probably going to find this a very strange letter. I apologize if you find it shocking, and I promise I’ll go away and never contact you again if that is your wish. But I’ve wanted to say some things to you for a long time, too long.

I doubt if you knew it, but I’ve been in love with you ever since I saw you for the first time in French class. I know it sounds crazy. We hardly even talked, just saying hi every now and then. But it’s real. Do you believe in love at first sight? That’s what it was. I even remember what you were wearing, a blue skirt and white sweater. You had your hair in a pony tail, and it was so beautiful, black hair against a white sweater.

Why am I writing this? It’s because I’ve been here at college for almost a year now, and I’ve gone out with a fair number of different girls. Some of them have been cute, and some fun, but I haven’t felt anything like the love I have for you. So I decided to take a chance and write to you. I’ll be coming home on spring break for a week in a few days. Could we could get together to talk? If I’m scaring you, then I’m terribly sorry, and I promise I’ll never bother you again. I know this is weird,(comma) but I need to take the chance. I’ll give you a call when I get home.

Love forever,

Phillip


I dropped the letter on the bed. My hands shook. (?) were shaking. He was right; this was weird. I hardly remembered him. I dug out my yearbook and flipped through the pages. He was in group pictures all over, in Math Club, Science Club, Honor Society, and Orchestra, a tall, skinny kid with huge, black plastic-rimmed glasses and super-short hair. The more I thought about it, the more I did remember him. We were in some classes together, and he always sat near me. He hardly ever said a word to me, but when he did, it was nice, like asking me if I got what the teacher said. He was a pleasant, (comma) but definitely ignorable guy. Now he says he loves me? Sheesh.

Tucking the yearbook under my arm, I walked down the hall to Ali’s room and pounded on the door. “Hey, little sister?”

“What?” she opened the door and scowled. “I’m doing my homework. Make it fast. I don’t have time to listen to you whine about Rick again.”

I pushed in and flopped down on the bed, opening the yearbook to Phillip’s Honor Society picture, a soppy pose in a tie and sport jacket. “Guess who loves me,” I said, and handed her the letter.

She skimmed it once, and read it again. “Do you know this guy?”

I shook my head. “Well, sort of. I remember him. He was the class nerd. Do you believe this?”

“At least he’s not the class jerk-off, like one guy I won’t mention. You gonna talk to him?”

“I don’t know. You think it’s safe?”

“Linda, you let Rick drive you around when he’s had too many beers, and you go parking with him, a known sex fiend who buys rubbers by the dozen. Don’t talk to me about safe.”

I jumped up off her bed and stomped to the door. “Little sister, you’re a pain in the butt. Why do I even bother asking you anything?”

The phone rang Friday just as we were about to sit down to dinner. I recognized Phillip’s voice before he said who he was. His image popped into my head after about three words: the guy who wore pressed slacks and cardigan sweaters every day, and sometimes even a tie. The guy who always, always smiled, no matter what. The guy who got A’s in every class, but couldn’t catch a baseball if his life depended on it. Hearing his voice triggered more memories than the yearbook pictures.

“Hey, Linda, how are you?”

“Okay. I got your letter.”

“Oh. Um, Do you think we could maybe go somewhere tomorrow and talk? Or do you want me to just, um, go away and...”

His voice, squeaking on a couple words, trailed off. The poor guy was sounded (?) terrified. I know it’s mean, but hearing him talk like that felt good, as if I had some kind of power over him. Other than hanging onto my virginity like it was the last bottle of water in the desert, I had no power over Rick. And lately, I’d wondered if he’d wheedle even that out of me. Every time we went out, he got a little stronger, and I got a little weaker. My gut told me it was only a matter of time before I gave up fighting and let him have what he wanted.

“No, no. I’m not doing anything tomorrow until after supper. Where do you want to go?”

“Um, how about State Park? Do you like hiking? It’s supposed to be beautiful weather.”

Leave it to Phillip to come up with hiking as a date. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d hiked anywhere. My first thought was to say no, go for something more conventional like lunch, but then it occurred to me, a hike might be fun. “Sure,” I said. “Leave around noon?”

“Yeah. Thanks. I’ll pick you up at noon.”

When he pulled up in a Japanese sub-compact and walked up the path to our door, I had to look twice to make sure it was the same Phillip from high school. He was still tall, but he’d filled out considerably, so now he was slim instead of skinny. And he had a lot more hair, a shaggy mop of blond curls that fell to his shoulders, and a full beard, long but neatly trimmed. Ali ran up behind me and peered out the window over my shoulder. “Hey, he’s kinda cute,” she said.

I shoved her toward the stairs. “Get lost, little sister. He’s mine.”

Before he had a chance to ring the bell, I gave my shorts and top a final adjustment and stepped out the door to greet him.

He looked at me with his trademark smile. “Hi,” he said, turning around and heading back to his car. He walked around to the passenger side and held the door for me. Hiding my amazement as best I could, I slid in.

“I’m sorry if I shocked you with that letter,” he said as we pulled onto the highway.

“No problem. It was cute. Flattering. Nobody every wrote me a letter like that before.” I didn’t add that nobody had ever told me they loved me, either. The best Rick ever came up with was, “Hey, (comma) – the use of “babe” here is used as a title, so commas are needed before and after babe, you look hot tonight.”

I saw his eyes dart to my bare legs before returning to the road. “You look great,” he said. “I’m glad you didn’t cut your hair. You have the best hair.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

The rest of the trip was we (?) filled with polite chit-chat, punctuated with awkward silences. It was obvious that neither of us knew how to handle this definitely strange situation. We parked the car in the lot and set out toward a bunch of brown signs. He seemed to know where he was going, so I followed. “Five miles too much?” he asked, pointing toward one of the trail outlets.

Since I wasn’t a hiker, five miles was meaningless, so I trusted him and agreed.

Walking in the woods turned out to be a whole lot more fun than I ever would have guessed. We saw lots of squirrels, including one who actually threw an acorn at us when we stopped under his tree to watch him. And the smells were fantastic. Pines were the best. A magical moment came when we stood in the middle of a grove of ancient evergreens, drinking in the scent.

“Linda,” he said, taking my hand and facing me.

I nodded, fighting a wave of dizziness, maybe from the penetrating fragrance of pine needles, or maybe from the way he was looking at me.

“I love you,” he said.

My throat tightened, taking my voice away. Nobody, ever, had looked at me like that, or said those words. I nodded, feeling like an idiot, both for what this guy was doing to me, and for not being able to talk.

His smile widened into a grin and he tugged my hand. “Let’s keep going,” he said. “I promised you we’d be back by five, so we’d better hustle.”

After that, he didn’t let go of my hand. We jaunted along, swinging our arms and laughing when one of us would trip on a root and the other would stop the fall. A half hour later we came to a stream with huge, round rocks lining the edges.

“My feet are hot,” I announced.

He led me to a wide stone, and we sat down, untied our sneakers, and dipped our feet in the water.

“Having fun?” he asked.

“Yeah, a lot. Thanks.”

“Any time.”

I had swished my feet back and forth in the water for a couple minutes before he checked his watch. “We’re running late,” he said.

I silently cursed my promise to Rick that we’d go out for pizza and a movie at six. This was the most fun I’d had in a long time, and the last thing I felt like doing was rushing back. But I’d promised, and he’d be furious if I was late. So I put my shoes on and hit the trail.

An hour later, the shimmer of hot asphalt showed through the trees. Just before leaving the woods, Phillip stopped and gave me the same knee-melting look he’d done in the pine grove. His eyes were a clear sky blue, and the hints of sunlight reaching us made them sparkle like lake water.

“Thanks,” he said. “I’ve had the best day of my life.” He gentley touched my face gently, brushing a lock of hair away from my forehead.

“Uh, Phillip,” I mumbled. “It’d be okay if you kissed me.”

He brought his lips to mine, adjusting them as if searching for the perfect place, slipped his arms behind my back, and gave me a dreamy kiss. It wasn’t passionate or strong. No tongue, no lip attack. Just pure, total sensuality, sharing the sensations of touch. His arms held me close as we lost ourselves in the moment.

I finally had to pull away, breathless, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it’d burst out my chest. Every muscle in my body had gone limp, and I doubt if I could have stood if it weren’t for his arms around my back. He slowly released me, took my hand, and led me to the car.

The ride back home passed in a blur. All I remember is him holding the door for me to get in the car, and then arriving at my place and seeing Rick’s convertible parked in the drive, with him sitting in it. My heart sank. He was going to be furious that I was late.

Phillip pulled over to the side of the road. I jumped out of the car before he could run around to open the door. Rick stomped over, ignored me, and leaned down to look at Phillip through the driver’s side window.

“You’re late,” he said to nobody in particular. “Who’s this?”

“An old friend.”

Phillip got out of the car and extended his hand. “Hi. I’m Phillip. And you are?”

“I’m her boyfriend.” He nodded at me. “Go change. Maybe we can still make the movie.”

I ran off to the house, too angry and embarrassed to say goodbye. Peeking out the window, I saw Phillip get in his car and drive away.

“What’s up, Sis?” Ali asked as I stormed past.

“You’re right. Rick is a jerk.”

“Don’t look now, but the jerk is heading this way.”

The door opened and Rick stepped in, his head down. “I’m sorry, Linda,” he said. “I shouldn’t have been rude.”

I turned away, heading for my room.

“Hey, listen.” He ran up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “I’ve been thinking, we’ve gone out a long time, over six months. It’s time we got serious.” He fished in his pocket and pulled out a small box. “Hey, (comma) Ali, come here. I thought about doing this in private, but I want a witness.”

He handed me the box. I opened it. A silver ring with a single diamond was nestled in black velvet.

“Will you marry me?” he asked.

His question stunned me, so I fumbled for a few seconds before answering. “Marry you? Rick, we’ve only gone out six months. Isn’t this a little rushed?”

“Huh?” His forehead crinkled and the corners of his mouth dropped into a frown. “Rushed? Babe, I love you. I thought you loved me. What’s with the rushed thing? Come on, let’s do it. Say yes, and we’ll go out and celebrate.”

I handed him the ring. “Rick, I can’t. At least not now. I’m not ready to get married.”

“Not ready? What the hell are you waiting for?” He crammed the ring in his pocket. “Listen, Babe, this is your chance. I might not ask you again. Shit, you gonna insult me like that? Come on, say it, and let’s boogie.”

Ali had quietly walked to the door and opened it. I pointed that way. “I’m sorry, Rick. Please leave.”

“Huh?” He glared at me, breathing hard. He suddenly turned on his heel and strode to the door, grabbing the knob. “You fucking bitch. I never want to see you again.” When I didn’t say a word, he stepped outside and slammed the door. A few seconds later his car roared to life and peeled out in a rain of flying gravel, followed by a squeal of tires that went on until he was far down the road.

Ali stared at me, slack-jawed. I walked to my room in a daze. The scariest part was that if he’d come to me with a ring one day earlier, I might have said yes. Going out with a guy is a hard habit to break. He was cute and popular, he made good money for working in our town, and he adored me, in his own weird way. What more could I want? Today’s hike had given me at least part of the answer to that question.

I picked up the phone and scrolled down through the calls until the one from Phillip showed on the screen. My finger sat on the Talk button for a good half minute, trembling, before I pressed it. He answered on the third ring.

“Phillip, I want to talk,” I said.

“Um, sure. Look, I’m sorry I got you home late and made trouble. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. Maybe we shouldn’t, you know.”

“I said I need to talk. Can I come over?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m still at the end of Meadowbrook Lane.”

“Thanks. See you soon.”

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He pulled a steaming pizza out of the oven when I arrived. “My parents left this for my supper,” he said. “I’m glad you came over. There’s too much here for just me, and they won’t be back until tomorrow. My aunt’s moving, and they’re helping her do it.”

I shook my head. “I’m not hungry.”

He rushed over and held me. “What’s wrong?”

I buried my head in his shoulder, trying not to cry, and failing. “Nothing, now,” I said between sobs. “I’m so sorry he treated you that way. He’s such a jerk.”

“Your boyfriend?”

“My ex boyfriend.”

I backed away from him, wiping the tears from my eyes. Pretty soon I started to feel better. Seeing him standing in front of me, his face filled with care, helped a lot. A minute later, the aroma of the pizza made my stomach growl. “I guess I am hungry,” I said. “Let’s eat.”

He divvied up the pizza, and we ate it at the kitchen table, a silent meal, not just because the hike had made us both ravenous, but because I couldn’t think of a thing to say, and it seemed he couldn’t either.

“What’s college like?” I asked, as we cleaned up the supper mess.

“Oh, sex, drugs, and rock and roll.”

“What?”

“Just kidding. Well, maybe not totally. There’s plenty of those things, but there’s classes too. And tons of homework. But it’s fun. You’d like it.”

“I didn’t think I would, but I wonder if I might. You’re so...different from what you were before. College changed you. I’ve only spent one day with you, and already I know you’re nothing like the guys around here.”

He held up a finger, crossed the room to a cupboard, and returned with several thick envelopes. “I brought you something, in case you were interested.” He held one up. “Admissions packet. All the forms you need, plus financial aid information.” He held up another. “Course guides, and housing information.”

“Huh? Why’d you bring this stuff?”

He took my hands in his. “Optimism, ego, whatever. I’m hoping you’ll apply now for fall admission, so we can go back together. I figured if you could handle a letter like the one I sent you, dealing with these packets would be nothing.”

I stared at him, dumbfounded, not sure if I should be mad that he took so much for granted, or flattered that he liked me enough to do it. Choice two won out. I threw my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss that was a lot harder than the one we’d shared at the park.

When we finished, his eyes had that deer-in-the-headlight glaze. He stroked my cheek, drifted down my neck, and brushed over my breast. Even through my bra, his passing touch made my nipple tighten. After running through a few quick pros and cons in my head, the pros won out. I lifted my sweater over my head and tossed it on the floor.

“Um, Linda.” He gulped. “Um, I never expected anything like this, so I don’t have any, um, protection.”

“That’s okay.” I unhooked my bra and slowly lifted it over my head, keeping my hands high in the air while I grinned mischievously and bounced up on tip-toes, jiggling my boobs. “You won’t need anything.”

I could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t quite know what to make of my statement. He could take it two ways. I didn’t elaborate, because frankly, I didn’t know, either. I’d jealously guarded my virginity through half a dozen boyfriends, including six serious months with Rick. The thought of tossing it away on a guy who I’d spent only one day with seemed strange. On the other hand, I’d always said I was saving it for someone special. If Phillip wasn’t special, then who was? I decided I’d wait and see; keep us both guessing.

He buried his head between my breasts and covered them with his hands, kissing my chest with soft, teasing nips and pecks. When he took my nipple between his lips, my legs sagged. He led me to the couch. As I watched him strip off his shirt and pants, it occurred to me that I’d never seen a guy totally naked before. I had never let myself be caught alone with Rick in his bedroom, probably because I didn’t trust either one of us. He’d always been annoyed that the only serious making-out I’d do with him was parking in the gravel pit, where I’d let him undo my bra, and sometimes I’d beat him off. I always figured it was safer that way, though I never was exactly sure how. It just felt safer, not being anywhere near a bed. Now here I was, alone in a house with Phillip, sitting on his couch, and he was stripping in front of me.

He saved his underwear for last. When he tugged it down and let it fall to the floor, I couldn’t help but stare at his hard-on. There’s a big difference between seeing a hard cock sticking out of a guy’s pants, sitting in the dark back seat of a car, and seeing a hard cock on a gorgeous, totally naked guy standing in front of you. A gland connected to my eyeballs must have kicked in, because all of a sudden, (comma) I got warm and tingly between my legs, and without even touching there, I knew juices were flowing. The big decision solidified. My virginity was history. I wanted him.

He knelt down on the floor in front of me and kissed my breasts again, and my stomach. He unfastened my jeans and pulled them off, at the same time tugging my legs so I slouched way down, with my butt almost hanging off the couch. Seeing him eye my legs appreciatively, I blushed, wishing I at least had sexy underwear to show him, instead of drab white shorts. He left them on, and lifted my knees. Giving me a wink, he bent forward and planted a kiss right on my privates. Even through my underwear, it sent a shock that made my heart thump.

He giggled as he set my feet back down on the floor. I lifted my butt enough for him to drop my panties. A few butterflies flitted about in my stomach as he did it. Nobody but my doctor, and then only once, had seen the ugly mound of wiry black hair between my legs. He ran his fingers through it, every now and then venturing up to my stomach or down my inner thighs in tickling excursions. The smile on his face was so peaceful and sweet that my nervousness faded away.

He bent over me and let his hair dangle on my chest. Flicking his head side-to-side, he brushed his curls all over my body, gradually working his way lower and lower. When he reached my legs, he kissed the top of my thigh, and put his fingers between my knees. I spread my legs wide, an unspoken invitation. A heat was building built (?) inside me, and I kept glancing at his cock, desperately wanting to feel it part my lips and fill me. He nibbled his way up the inside of my thigh. (period) When…(?) and when his lips found their way to my privates, I gasped. Though he barely touched me, the feeling was electric. His tongue traced circles around and around my lips, and slipped between them. I put both of my hands on his shoulders. Opposite emotions raged inside me, one demanding that I push him away because what he was doing was too wild, too intense to bear, and the other demanding that I pull his head in, craving more of his lips and tongue.

He adjusted his mouth and sucked. I moaned out loud, and my fingers clamped down on his shoulders, digging into the muscles there. He didn’t stop. He kept sucking and releasing, pulling my lips and clit into his mouth, running his tongue over them, and then setting them free. The feeling was so intense, it shut out everything else, even him. My whole being focused on a fire burning between my legs. The muscles down there tensed, pulling in on themselves, tighter and tighter, until all at once they let go. A huge moan escaped me, and I bucked up off the couch. He followed, keeping his face planted between my legs, frantically sucking and running his tongue over me. I clawed at his back, pulling him in harder, and my body convulsed in head-to-toe shivers that finally slowed, and stopped. An amazing feeling of peace and utter contentment came over me. He moved his head up to my stomach and rested it there while I stroked his hair.

He crawled up and sat beside me on the couch, running his fingertips over my thigh. “That was beautiful,” he said.

“You’re telling me?” I looked down at his enormous cock, pulsing every so often. The craving to have it inside me was still there, but not as strong as before. An idea, an overwhelming curiosity, hit me, and I pecked him on the lips. “Can I try something? I’ve never done it before, but I’d like to. You inspired me.”

“Sure.”

I knelt on the floor in front of him. This close, his cock looked twice as big as it had earlier. I kissed the tip, and curled my lips over it, drawing it in, and ran my tongue around it. He inhaled sharply. I drew my mouth back, sliding my tongue on the underside, and sucked it in again, as far as it would go. The size freaked me out at first, but I got used to it fast. He tightened up every time I sucked it in, and loosened when I let it out, which seemed to be a good sign. I kept it up, in and out, never stopping, moving faster and faster. He tightened more, pushing his pelvis up toward me, and I knew he’d be filling my mouth in a few seconds, a scary thought. I stopped, not because I was afraid, but for a completely different reason that hit me out of the blue. I could have it all tonight, and I wanted it all.

He looked down at me, disappointment obvious in his face.

“Hey,” I said. “I don’t want our first time to be this way.”

“Um, how did you want it to be?”

I sat back down next to him and took his hand. “I’m a virgin.”

“I know. That’s why we’re doing it this way, so you can keep it.”

I put my hands on his cheeks and kissed him lightly. “I don’t want to keep it, silly boy. I want to give it to you, tonight. Phillip, this has been the most magical day of my life. I want to it to have one final touch. The cherry on top, you might say.”

He laughed. “What you just did with your mouth had me about one second away from cumming. I’m afraid you won’t get much out of it if we do it now.”

“I already got mine, so I don’t need any more. Besides, I hear it can hurt the first time. I’d just as soon you be fast. There’s always tomorrow for a slow one. I’ve been saving my virginity for eighteen years, and now’s the time to give it up. Please?”

He slid down off the couch and positioned himself between my legs again, lifting them and setting them on his shoulders. Guiding his cock with his hand, he nestled its tip between my nether lips. “You sure?” he asked, resting the other hand on my breast.

“Positive.”

“I love you, Linda.” He pushed forward. The pressure of his cock hurt a little, and suddenly stung as he burst through. The size of it inside me made me gasp. I closed my eyes, panting, and felt his hands caressing my breasts, stroking them and running up and down the front of my body. He held his cock perfectly still. I opened my eyes to see him studying my face. With his bushy blond beard, tinged with red, his soft brown eyes, and his mop of blond curls, he looked like an adoring Golden Retriever hovering over me.

His lips formed a silent kiss. “I could stay here and watch you forever,” he breathed out. (Improper dialogue tag. He cannot breathe and talk at the same time--perhaps a hushed voice, whispered or something like that?) “You are so beautiful.”

I smiled up at him. It wasn’t exactly true, but it was nice to hear it anyway. “I’m ready.”

He pulled out slowly and eased back in. It hurt a little, but felt good at the same time. He did it again, and again, all the while tickling his fingers around my body, over and across, touching my cheeks, my forehead, my ears, my neck, my nipples. His breathing picked up, and his hands found my breasts, clinging there. I reached out to his face, nestled my fingers in his beard, and stared into his eyes as he kept sliding in and out, slowly, looking like he was drowning in ecstasy. His beautiful smile never wavered. He soon took a deep breath and closed his eyes, pushing his cock into me as far as it would go. I felt it pulse as the warmth of his seed filled me. A few light trembles shivered around the warmth, a faint but pleasant echo of what I’d felt with his mouth before. He lowered his head to my chest, nestling it between my breasts, while I ran my fingernails in circles over his back.

He finally raised his face. “Did I ever tell you I love you?” he asked.

“I hope you do, because you’re going to be seeing a lot of me this fall.”

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