Rendezvous

"But it was a crescent wrench, babe... how did you know?" I joked. I stalled for time as I wondered what I'd say to her after her stunning revelation. "And I was glad to see you. Very glad. And I think the world of you as well, honey. You're very intelligent, you're loving, you're kind, you're polite, and, you may think I'm going out on a limb here, but you're quite beautiful to me. You really are." I looked to see her blushing slightly as I spoke.

"And although I have only one or two past experiences to compare it with, you can rest assured that I love you as well, girlfriend." I pulled her up to me and we engaged in an ardent kiss, sharing our tongues, our lips, our passion. I lazily stroked her hair as she reposed her body to the couch, laying her head on my lap. "I do love you, Beth." I looked down to see her beaming radiantly. "And I'm in love with you as well," I concluded frankly. There. I said it. It seemed as if a tremendous weight was lifted off of my shoulders. On the other hand, I could just eliminate all of the melodrama and just say it felt good. And it did. It felt good.

"You know, I think the two of us had sensed we both loved each other, but both of us knew of the impending repercussions. On one hand, you are looking forward to law school at the U of A, while on the other hand, I'm planning to get my masters degree at UC Berkeley." She reached up to gently caress my hair.

"Yeah, I know, Beth, and I've given it some thought as well. Who's to say that you couldn't get a job here?" I posed the question to her, thinking my logic was sound. I hoped. I was pretty ripped myself. "And who's to say I couldn't come out there?" I blurted out before I had really known what I was saying.

"That's definitely possible, but do you know what? We have a couple of years or so until we cross that bridge," she pointed out. She looked me in the eyes as she went on. "I suggest we stop worrying so much about the future, and simply enjoy each other now. Enjoy the moment, as the maxim goes. Do you have any objections to that?" she said to me while grinning nervously. "Man, I'm higher than a jaybird!" she exclaimed joyfully. She had a wide grin on her face, then abruptly stood up and grabbed my hand. "Come on... I have an idea," she instructed me. She took my hand in hers, and I followed her wordlessly as she led me down a hallway to the door of what I assumed to be her room.

"C'mon in... lover," she said rather huskily. She tittered nervously as she opened the door to her room. Her matter-of-fact use of the term 'lover' thrilled me.

The room definitely had a counterculture feel to it, with Peter Max and Grateful Dead posters tacked to the walls. There was a Jimi Hendrix poster hanging on the wall as well, and she even had one of those 'Desiderata' posters up. The room held a faint trace of strawberry incense, as if it had been recently burned there, and it had quite a pleasing effect overall.

A small flickering candle on her dresser provided the only light in her room, with the end result being that the room had an almost eerie glow to it. I noticed a futon in one corner of the room, and she nudged me toward it.

"Sit down, sweetie. Make yourself at home. Do you like my room?" She sat down on the edge of the futon. As I watched, she lit a stick of incense.

"What's not to like? It's definitely you, babe. And do you mean by 'make yourself at home' that I can take off my shoes and socks and throw them randomly around the room?"

Upon seeing her engagingly smile, I joined her by slowly easing myself to the thin mattress beside her. As I reached the soft bedding, she pulled me close and kissed me warmly, wrapping her arms around me gently and easing to the bed, pulling me on top of her.

"Help me take off my top," she whispered breathlessly, looking lovingly into my eyes.

I was quite pleased at the direction this thing appeared to be heading. I reached down and loosely grasped the bottom hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head as she held her arms out, and cast it aside.

As I expected, her breasts were superb. They weren't large ponderous breasts, which I consider rather cumbersome, but her breasts seemed so... elegant, for lack of a better term. Conical is the word I find coming to mind when I try to attach a descriptive term, but it isn't quite accurate. Perhaps 'economical' would be more apt, as in 'more than a handful is a waste', and they seemed to defy gravity. Her breasts projected out inconspicuously from her chest with small dime-sized areolas, with prominent nipples jutting proudly upward, and her creamy mounds of flesh contrasted sharply with her deeply tanned body.

I quickly removed my own shirt, leaning into her to kiss her tender well-formed lips as she pulled me tightly to her body. Her perky nipples pressed into my chest, and our breathing quickened considerably. I kissed Beth passionately, sliding my tongue between her slightly parted lips, our tongues intermingling excitedly in our mouths, and maintaining eye contact as we did, expressing the desire within our eyes.

I moved the kiss from her soft lips, lazily meandering across her face to her lithe neck, lightly sucking and kissing the smooth skin I found there, and she began to ease her fingers through my hair as I hesitantly continued to her delicate breasts. I kissed all over her small firm breasts, licking and gently nibbling her erect nipples, with her dainty fingers pulling more urgently at my hair, and her murmuring almost inaudibly. Her legs had subtly separated on the futon, and I found myself between them as I kissed, nibbled, and licked across her flat belly, teasing her navel with a tapered tongue. I looked up into her captivating eyes, and she was looking toward me with a serene smile on her face.

As we exchanged loving gazes, I brought my hands to the top of her jeans, and I worked the button free and her zipper down. I positioned my grip to the sides of her pants, and with concurrent nods of our heads, she lifted her hips slightly off of the futon, and I took my time leisurely removing her pants, drinking in the enchanting view. In the dim light, her panty-clad body appeared lovely, and I was quite sure it would have held up in the full light of day.

Her panties hugged tightly to her hips, and despite the reduced light, the wet spot on her underwear was evident. I found myself aware of the sensual aroma arising from her womanly charms, and it was a seductive essence. I started to undo the button on my jeans in the first act of shedding them, but then her hand rested on mine. Beth looked at me and made a simple request. "Don't. Let me."

She stood up abruptly, and gently pushed me onto my back, looking at me with a sexy smile as she worked to undo the button on my jeans. When the button was free, she slowly pulled down my zipper, and moved her hands to the belt loops on the side of my pants. I looked at her and smiled, lifting my hips, and she inched them down, then removed them from my legs. She immediately stared wide-eyed at my rising swollen shaft, unrestrained by the constraints of boxers or jockeys. It seemed as if she wanted to say something, hesitated a few moments, and then decided against it.

Instead, she tentatively moved her hand toward my stiff rod, and she then wrapped her fingers lightly around it. I was watching her dainty hand, and from where I was lying, it seemed as if Beth was acclimating herself to the texture of my hardness. She gazed over into my face, wearing only a soft smile, and with her soft hand initiating a gentle motion up and down the throbbing length of my cock. The sensations I was experiencing from her hands' introduction to my pulsing shaft were varied. They were sensuous and thrilling. There were elements of passion and desire.

All of her tender stroking had caused a somewhat large drop of pre-cum to accumulate on the swollen head, and she stopped what she was doing, bringing her finger to the swollen head of my hard prick. Beth lazily smeared the slit on my cockhead, gathering up my pre-cum, and she looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes, bringing her finger to her pursed lips. In one smooth motion, she tasted my juices, then slid her finger seductively into her mouth. As she pulled a clean finger from her mouth, she locked onto my eyes, and casually shrugged one shoulder and tilted her head, as if to say, 'What was all the fuss about?'

I noticed a slight sheen of perspiration on Beth's forehead and upper breasts, and her pert breasts glistened in the soft light. I took in the enticing view of her standing in front of me, and I reached out my hands to her panties, hooking my thumbs in her scant covering and easing it slowly down her slender legs. She was standing in front of me naked, and as I appreciated her nude form, I thought I could scarcely make out a crease between her legs before she quickly eased into bed beside me.

We lay side by side, looking into each other's faces, and Beth leaned in to kiss me, taking my face in her hands as she delivered her tongue between my welcoming lips. I situated my hand on her slightly rounded hip, feeling her perky breasts resting against my chest, and sucking softly on her tongue as it danced wildly in my mouth. My hand eventually wandered to the junction of her thighs, where the narrow spread of her legs was gradually widening, and she commenced to kissing and lightly sucking upon my neck. I moved my fingers slowly to her finely-haired pubic mound.

She was still sucking on my neck with inspired fervor as I lazily ran my finger along the glistening lips of her dewy slit, and I knew then I had to taste her. I gently dipped a finger into her tight quim, and she stopped sucking on my neck to gasp softly. Looking into her exuberant face, I brought my finger to my lips, tasting her piquant juices, and she paid deliberate attention to me licking her juices with enthusiasm. I returned my hand to where her legs met her body, and slowly ran my finger up along the length of her puffy lips, avoiding her erect clit purposely.

One finger was inserted into her wet grasping pussy, then two fingers, and I started a slow rhythm within her. She pulled my face down to her lips and kissed me with smoldering need, darting her tongue in and out of my mouth. Taking her face in my hand while softly stroking her hair, I kissed her in a manner skirting on bawdy. I repeatedly thrust my tongue into her mouth, only to be lustily greeted by hers, and gradually eased my face away. Kissing and licking my way to her pert breasts, I focused on one of her perky nipples, then the other, and bathed them lovingly with a flattened tongue, softly sucking upon them. Conceiving of an unbusied approach to sucking and nibbling across her flat stomach, I carried it out, and brought one hand to caress her taut breasts, while the other moved lazily towards her dewy slit.

As I reached her hollowed navel, I searched it with the tip of my tongue as my hand meandered to her sparse pubic mound, and I brought two fingers upwards along her very wet pussy. I slowly moved my fingers within her pouty lips, feeling how wet she had become, and I kissed and nibbled toward her wispy-thin triangle. Feeling her hands on my head, delicately urging me downward to the source of her fragrant essence, I gladly accepted her hint, moving my head between her widespread legs. I appreciatively took in the sight of her soaked pussy, and as I inhaled her fragrant bouquet, I noted the widespread lips of her labia, gleaming in the paltry light of the flickering candle. I moved to kiss her inner thighs, both of them, kissing and licking all the way to where her legs met her torso, but not yet touching her dripping center.

I felt her hands return to the back of my head, softly gripping my hair, and I flattened my tongue and drew it vertically along the length of her swollen lips, delighting in the taste of her savory juices. I perceived a soft moan coming from Beth's lips, and after running my tongue along her swollen lips, I searched out her tight hole. Gently sucking on her distended lips, drawing her tender flesh in my mouth, and upon releasing it, I eased my tongue into her. At the same time, I gently insinuated my hands beneath her splendid ass, reveling in the feel of her firm flesh. I heard her moan again, a bit louder this time, and the hands on the back of my head applied a faint pressure as I pushed my tongue impetuously into her juicy cunt.

Easing my tongue in and out of her dewy slit, a moderate rhythm developed itself, and as I peeked up at Beth from between her raised thighs, I saw her eyes closed tightly, with an almost inappreciable smile crossing her face. I luxuriated in her abundant juices as I ran my tongue along the length of her once more, this time stopping when I reached her proud nub, and took a few playful stabs at her core with my tongue. I bathed it lightly with my tongue several times, and this time when I glanced at her, her head was moving back and forth, eyes still tightly closed, but this time what would have to be described as a tight-lipped grin was affixed on her face. I tenderly surrounded her swollen clit with my lips, and applied a very light suction to it, and her hands pulled my face tightly toward her. Sucking harder, I heard a very low-toned stream of incoherent language being emitted from her lips, as her hips begin to rise up toward my face, with almost imperceptible jerks of her soaked pussy toward my welcoming mouth.

Taking a few playful swipes of my tongue at her feisty clit, I then ran my tongue up the length of her juicy cunt. Wrapping my lips around her bulging clitoris, she emitted a sound resembling sort of a high-pitched mewling, tightening her thighs closely around my head, tight enough to become worrisome, until she finally went limp on the futon, breathing heavily. I made a trail of kisses across her stomach and her breasts, then quickly shifted my weight and positioned myself by her side. I slid my arm underneath her lithe neck, and looked at her attractive face for several minutes as she recovered from her consummation. She turned to me and smiled unrestrainedly.

"Wow! No one has ever done that for me before, Danny... ever!" she gushed, her lovely face radiantly beaming. She kissed me impetuously while wrapping her arms around me, slipping her tongue inside my mouth to meet mine. "Thank you, and I mean it." She paused with a look of bemused surprise on her face. "Hmm... so that's what I taste like, eh?"

"That's you, babe, do you like it? I know I do," I told her and smiled. I saw her blush slightly. "And don't mention it. I'm really quite surprised I am the first to taste you. I really am. In fact, I'm honored. I can tell you honestly that I've wanted to taste your pu...," I started to say, then corrected myself. "I mean, umm..., taste your 'kitty', yeah, that's what I'll call it, from about the first day I met you."

"You can say 'pussy' in front of me, Danny! And if I must remind you, a few moments ago you had your tongue in mine," she pointed out to me and giggled. "Girls use it pretty commonly these days. I mean, I try not to say it too often, but girls generally don't say 'he put his pee-pee in my vagina'. 'Pee-pee' is way too schoolyard, while 'vagina' is far too clinical, although I'm pretty sure 'vagina' is from the Latin for sheath, which I think is a fairly apt description," Beth informed me. "From the first day you met me, huh? Color me flattered. So why didn't you say anything? And where did you come up with that 'kitty' thing?"

"'Why didn't I say anything?" I repeated her words for effect, and explained, "I think that's in Chapter 2 of the book How to Get a Woman to Instantly Despise You - 'Excuse me, ma'am, but may I eat your pussy?' Doesn't usually work, unless you happen to be in the Red Light district and have a few hundred dollars in your pocket."

"And I'd still like to hear the origin of 'kitty'. I have a feeling I'll be rapt." "Oh, the 'kitty' thing," I said, looking over at Beth's elegant features, "an old girlfriend of mine used it to describe her 'intimates', shall we say. And to be perfectly frank with you, hearing you say 'pussy' somewhat excites me."

"It shows, honey... and what shall we call this?" she inquired snickering. She pointed at the throbbing cock jutting from my body. "Hmmm -- let's see, 'pee-pee' doesn't seem to do it justice, and 'dick' is a tad schoolyard, I think -- so in this situation, I think we should call it a 'cock' by default." She was demonstrating her expertise in the field of street semantics. "But in your case, maybe we should call it your 'big, hard, pulsing cock'."

"So, Danny... shall we proceed to the next step, darlin'? I believe I want you inside of me," she told me smiling. She knew she was driving me to my limits. "To be precise, I want this thing," she said while wrapping her dainty hand around my hard shaft, "your 'big, hard, pulsing cock' inside of me," Beth purred. It was a bit beyond mere suggestiveness, shocking me with her candor.

It took several moments for me to digest all of the information Beth had dispersed in the last several minutes, but knowing of Beth's unending enjoyment from shocking me, I tried to collect myself.

"Beth, believe me, I want to 'get in your pants', to use a not-so-subtle euphemism. And I also would like to get my 'big, hard, pulsing cock', your term, inside of you -- you can be sure of that -- but what about birth control? The last thing we need is a child. Well, maybe not exactly the last thing; the last thing might be if we were fused together at the hips. But you get my point... and I don't carry a rubber in my wallet. Never have."

"It's a moot point, Danny. I'm on the Pill," she said, surprising me yet again. "And call me naive, but I don't see you as an intravenous drug user, and we already discussed the homo thing -- excuse me, that's 'gay' thing, Mr. Politically Correct -- and I don't think you're either one of them. Call me a novice, or call me in love, or you can call me both, but I don't want you wearing anything. Why?" she asked rhetorically, and before I could respond, "You don't have to wear anything because I love you, Danny. And loving you includes trusting you not to do anything to hurt me. And I do trust you. But for one who delivered such an eloquent discourse on the discomfort of using condoms, I'm quite touched by the fact you were considering purchasing one to use for our 'sexual congress', your term."

I didn't detect any sarcasm in her voice, which was something in itself. "No wonder I love you, Danny," she said. Somewhat out of character, she didn't smile.

"Are you sure, Beth? This could change our relationship drastically, you know." I was secretly hoping she wouldn't change her mind. "I want to do this as much as you do, honey -- damn, I want to do this -- but I don't want to do anything to endanger our friendship."

I looked to see her silently nodding, looking at me intently.

"We both know what sexual relationships can do to friendships. It can make bitter enemies of former good friends. It would kill me to place our unique love affair in jeopardy." I proceeded to put the ball in her court. "So this is what I'm going to do. I'm leaving it up to you. If you think we can navigate our intimate friendship through the treacherous tides of sexual intimacy, then so be it. We'll do it." I looked over at her attractive face, hoping she would easily refute my logic. I was counting on it.

"Okay, Danny," she said to me almost immediately. She paused momentarily to consider her next words. "Here's the way I see it -- one, we may ruin our relationship, which is doubtful, but remains a possibility -- on the other hand, we may strengthen our relationship. Are we willing to risk it? I don't know about you, but I am. Baby, I can see your point at being reluctant to risk our friendship, and I appreciate your unselfishness to point those risks out, but Danny, please consider this point: we don't resemble any other couple!"