Wrapped Attention
by Uther Pendragon
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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

Wrapped Attention
by Uther Pendragon
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Part One: Monday

Alex's determination and experience were enough to focus his attention on the lunch conversation. When the lunch ended, however, he forgot business for the day. He had promised Tabitha the afternoon before she took the train home for Christmas vacation. She was waiting when he drove up to the dorm at 1:25.

"You're early," he said. "Eager to get home?"

"The train isn't 'til seven. I'm eager to see you. You're early too."

"I was eager to see you. I'll miss you." He was mildly disappointed that Tabitha hadn't echoed his sentiment. But he was twice her age and always believed, despite her denials, that he was twice as invested in the relationship. Love would happen to her again but not to him. That it had happened to him, that this young beauty reciprocated his love, was enough and blessing indeed.

He took her suitcase and put it in the trunk. She carried a purse and wore a backpack which looked a little incongruous with her dress and good coat. "Eaten?" he asked.

"No."

"Restaurant, McDonald's or chez moi?"

"Yours, if it's okay."

"Mi casa es su casa." Then he wished that he had said it differently. All that remained of his French consisted of a few tags. She really was studying Spanish.

"I may take you up on that, someday." She might take him up on that this afternoon, if she could keep up her nerve.

"'Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.' Mine is where, when you want to go there, they want to take you in."

"Don't talk to me of home."

"Honey, I'm near your dad's age. I'm divorced. If I'd had a kid, and a divorced man my age had come buzzing around, I'd not have acted snotty to him. I'd not have grilled him on his business and whether it was stable. I'd not have asked whether his sexual orientation might be a bit ambiguous considering his long time without a spouse.

"I would, however, have looked for somebody to break his kneecaps."

"You're only supposed to be understanding of me. They said that you could visit over Thanksgiving. I thought that they would get to like you, not try to drive you off."

"Sorry. The thing is, I love you; and sometimes I want to protect you from this antique who has been taking advantage of you. I can see why others who love you might always feel that way."

"See, they can ruin our Christmas spirit; and they are more than a state away." It was nerves that were ruining her Christmas spirits, but she couldn't say that. He'd ask why.

"With you beside me, nothing ruins my spirits, Christmas or no. So did you finish your paper?"

"I turned it in this morning. I had to say 'No Alex until I'm finished' or I would never have finished. You do understand?" It sounded awfully selfish to her.

"I'm supposed to be understanding of you. And I never want to stand in the way of your studies. Was it a good paper?" That was a source of conversation until they got to his condo.

She cooked, proud to show her skills and feeling proprietary of that small corner of his space. She made a large Western omelette, and he ate a nominal serving to be with her. She declined his offer of wine with the meal.

He could see that she was antsy about something but unready to talk about it. "Well," he thought, "let's see."

"Did I mention," he asked her, "why I had to go on a business lunch before I could pick you up?"

"I already knew. You're a very important person, and everybody wants to talk with you."

"I wish I was that important.

"What actually happened was that the head of Agency was arguing again that we are overpricing associational groups. I and the chief actuary weren't going to give in, but we had to listen politely." He went on telling her tales from his office, giving her his voice without requiring active thought from her.

She finally dodged out to the hall to get her backpack. "Did you get me a present for Christmas?" she asked.

"I did, and it's wrapped. Do you want me to get it?"

"Not now. I want you to tell people that I gave you this for Christmas." She handed him a box which obviously held a tie. He thought the phrasing odd. She knew that his discretion was on her account. "Don't I get a kiss in thanks?" She could get a kiss for any reason or none.

She knew that she could re-decide now. She could see no reason to go back. Then Alex's lips were on hers, and his arms were holding her. She could see all the reasons to go forward. She pulled his face down toward hers.

He could taste her through the omelette. She was youth and beauty and love and Tabitha. He kissed her hard, but she pulled him down harder. When his hands smoothed her back and buns, she ground herself against his beginning erection. He had insisted that she set the limits and not change them in the heat of passion. Now, the limits were her panties. He could do anything that he wanted without removing her panties. He would take his time, but he would give her something warm to remember in the train through the cold fields.

He kissed her mouth and ear and neck and mouth. He petted her back and buns and breasts. He removed her dress and was startled at a half slip in this weather. That did, however, give him much more skin to kiss. He was kneeling, kissing her ticklish belly, when he unsnapped her bra. He rose and stood back. He could not bear to unveil that perfection without his eyes being on it. She had been shy about that once, and he was glad that she had gotten over that.

She never understood his lavish attention to her small breasts. He indulged her in so much, however, that she could indulge him in this ritual. He stood and looked straight at her covered breasts. He slowly drew the bra straps forward while she held her arms to free them. Then, the bra in his hand, he looked at each breast in turn. He drew and released a deep breath. He bent to kiss each on the upper slope, not the tips. Her breasts were firm, she needed the bra more for coverage than for support; but nobody else thought that they were special.

He saw the perfection again. Shallow cones rather than sacks, they held their shape proudly. The areolae were bright pink, and the nipples of the same shade stood at attention for his inspection. He kissed them in homage and kissed her deeply before drawing her after him to the couch. There he kissed every inch of their ideal firmness. Most of his attention, though, was to the tips. He lipped and sucked at the nipples, which stood as firm there as he now stood below.

He continued licking and kissing them while his hand stroked her thighs under her half slip. She was slower parting her legs than she usually was, and he wondered if the nervousness about the upcoming trip had put her off. He looked in her eyes to check her emotional state.

She wanted these caresses. She had decided and passed the point of no return. She was so excited that she worried that her moisture was soaking into the half slip. She was scared to death. She wanted him to go on. She couldn't part her legs for a fortune. He looked at her. Parting her legs was easier than staring into those eyes she loved, so she did.

The motion of her legs was a request more direct than words could be. He responded by stroking his hand up one of her thighs toward her panties. He reached hair instead. He froze.

"You want me to tell people that you gave me the tie?" She nodded. "Instead?" She nodded again. He'd asked a fill-in-the-blank question and she had answered a true-false one. He knew he could, however, do anything with her that didn't involve removing her panties. If she meant something else, she would tell him. He changed his position and took her in his arms. Unfortunately it took him two tries to get up from that position. "Suave, Alex," he thought.

She clung to him as he lifted her. When she saw that he was heading into the bedroom she knew that she had passed the point of no return. So much weight lifted from her stomach that she was surprised that she didn't rise in his arms. He stood her on her feet to remove the half slip. She was naked in his arms. Then he led her to the bed. She watched as he stripped to his wristwatch. His penis was not a complete surprise; but it was long, jutting out, and curved upward. It looked surprisingly cruel for the maleness of such a kind man.

He wished she'd given them more time, but the lady was always entitled to her doubts. Tabitha had obviously had doubts. "Do you have another gift that you don't want me talking about?" She nodded. "Is this it?"

"Half of it."

"Ninety-nine percent. If the rest is the Kohinoor diamond, this is a hundred times more valuable." He reached for the nightstand and drew out a box he hadn't needed since soon after they met.

"No," she said. He raised his eyebrows. "I'm on the pill. Since November."

"You've been planning this."

"But I wanted to be able to back out."

"It's a big step. You still can. Or you can wait 'til you get back from the vacation." He suspected that he would run howling to the window and jump twenty-seven stories to the street if she did.

"That's the other half. ... If you'll have me."

"Have you? You mean stay here?" She nodded. "How long?"

"Until school starts again."

"What will you tell your parents?"

"I already told them. I told them that the trip home on Thanksgiving was hell, and that I felt more comfortable in a cold dorm than in an inhospitable house."

"You figured that they would welcome a change of mind, and that I would welcome a sudden guest. You kept your options open."

"Plus, they needed to hear that, anyway."

"What did I need to hear." He climbed into the other side of the bed and pulled the covers over them both.

"That I love you. But I'd already said it. I wasn't sure that I was ready to act on it yet." She felt odd. He was a foot away. Her parents, she knew, had long -- non-erotic -- conversations in bed. This was as if she and Alex had just jumped into a decade-old marriage.

"I love you too. And I knew that you loved me."

"I know that. Both of those things. And I knew that this was where our love was heading, my love was heading. But I wanted to play with time. The truth is that I planned this forever. It was real fun to plan. I think that planning it was the last thing that I gave up."

"And now you have given it up. The gift is mine?"

"Absolutely."

"You were right by the way."

"Huh?"

"It is half."

He moved suddenly toward her. Her excitement had gone down enough that she almost panicked, but a decision is a decision. She spread her legs. He was kissing her forehead when he figured out what that gesture meant. He laughed.

"You are sweet, love," he said. He kissed her nose and went back to her forehead. He kissed the whole rest of her face before getting to her mouth. Only then did he begin petting her.

It seemed to her that he was starting over and moving slower than he had at the beginning, but the nakedness cut out many steps. She lay on her back. He lay on his side against her with his erection lying casually across her thigh. Instead of formally unveiling her breasts, he kissed a path down neck and shoulders to one while holding the other. Only when he was sucking and licking on that nipple did his hand stroke downward. He stopped for a moment to play with the hair on her delta, then continued onward.

Her legs were pressed together. He abandoned her breast for a moment. "At this point, having your legs spread would be convenient." He returned to his sucking as she steeled herself to do that spreading. When she had, he cupped that area with his hand in one motion. Her legs closed again.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't be." He moved to her other breast. Soon her legs relaxed in response to that sucking. He stroked her outer lips, and she tensed again, but only briefly. After a while, despite her remaining nervousness, she was hotter than she had ever felt before. As he continued stroking, she felt the tension build that only her hands had ever brought on.

He, too, noted the tension and found himself praying for the first time in years. "Alex?" she said.

"Relax love" she heard. "Trust me. Let it happen." She couldn't relax. She did trust him. Soon it happened. He kept stroking and sucking through the climax. That made it better than she had ever done for herself. When she did relax, he abandoned the nipple and stopped moving his hand. He kissed a sort of peck on her mouth. "Lovely, dearest. You did great." She thought that an odd comment when he had done it all.

It seemed to Alex that there were more people in his head than in the New Hampshire Legislature. A clinician checked a box and said, "Great, she's orgasmic." A paternal figure and a teacher congratulated her on her accomplishment. A lustful rapist struggled against the protective lover. The foxhole Christian thanked the Lord, quite earnestly, for prayers answered. As her breath quieted, he slipped one finger in her vagina. One finger was a tight fit.

"It is crass and boorish to pry," he said, "but I do need to know this. Have you ever done this before? I don't mean surprise Christmas gifts. Have you ever had full intercourse with a man or a boy?"

"God no! Would I have held you off if I had?"

"You would have had that right. Never think otherwise." He left his finger there while they shared a deep kiss with tongue licking tongue. Tabitha had managed to surprise him with her gift, but he had certainly dreamed of her acceptance ... and worried about it. Would his marriage to Lorraine have survived all the other problems if she had really enjoyed intercourse? Would she have enjoyed intercourse as much as she had seemed to enjoy petting if he had been gentler with her? Tabitha was a jewel too precious for him to keep, but he would be damned if he was going to tarnish her. "Dearest, you gave this gift to me? It is all mine to do with as I wish?"

She was startled at the question, even a little apprehensive; but the answer was clear in her mind. "Absolutely. I am yours."

"Well, it turns out that the gift comes in a very tightly wrapped package. I could rip it open, but I think the wrapping is rather nice. I'm going to open it very slowly and carefully. I hope you take that as liking for the wrapping and not any disrespect to the contents.

"You have given me two wonderful gifts. The second means that we have time. I'd like to take the time to stretch you. That could be done (I'm depending on reading here) by your fingers or mine. I'd like to use another part of my body.

"That is my choice, but you'll have to co-operate.

"I should mention now that I love you. It was part of the foundation of that last, but didn't get expressed.

"From now until Christmas, you must tell me the absolute truth."

"I will," she said as earnestly as possible.

"And you must let me do with you what I wish. And you must warn me of any pain that you feel, however slight. For we are not going to cause you any pain. Oh, you might stub your toe." She grinned at the irrelevance. "But not if I can help it." He went from that speech to kissing her breasts again. His relation to these was close to idolatry, but his present purpose was to crank up her id while her ego was wrestling with his recent statements.

His speech surprised her. She had known that he was kind and considerate, but her plan had been for a quick defloration followed by all the joys that the bodice-rippers had promised her. On the other hand, he knew what he was doing. She didn't believe the bodice rippers, not quite. She had said that the gift was his, so the pictures which had accompanied her self-fingering weren't her right to demand. Besides, his caring was part of what she loved about him, and his wisdom was another part.

She was as surprised at his jumping from talk to action as she was at his speech. The action, itself, was not a surprise; but the inaction, the lack of direct attack upon her genitals was. Then the sensations took over. She pulled him to her for a kiss, and he came willingly.

He finally broke it and kissed her neck and an ear. He began stroking her vulva now. He pressed the top where the lips just begin to part before delving between the outer lips to rub, very gently, the inner ones against each other. He wanted moisture. He wanted her afloat but realized that she was still too nervous to expect that. She seemed liquid enough, however. He rolled her over with her back to him before adjusting his position.

"Keep your right leg way up there, love. That's right. Now arch your back a little. The other way. Let me. Oh love. I love you. Now let me get my hand around here. Do you feel me slipping back and forth in your valley? That's it. Now I'm at the critical point, so to speak."

"Yes. I can tell." He was just nudging into the place she put the tampons.

"Now what I had thought was that I would move forward until you told me to stop. But that wouldn't work right. I want you to promise that you will not be a brave girl.... I don't hear your promise."

"I promise."

"Okay. Now move back very gently. Stop when you think that there will be pain."

"Like that?"

"Oh yes. Oh sweet. Oh darling.... Is that still comfortable?" He could feel the tight band of her entrance on the very tip of his cock. There had been more room for his finger. This was clearly a bad position for actual entrance, but it seemed a good one for stretching.

"There's no pain, if that's what you mean. My leg feels worse."

"Okay. Ease it down. Sorry about that.... Did I ever tell you that I love you?"

"I love you too."

He petted her sides, her leg, and occasionally her breast. He rested his left hand lightly on her back. He asked about her classes and what she thought she had done on her tests. The mention of tests tensed her up, which crossed his purpose for the conversation. She got out all her negative expectations about her courses, however. They had to be expressed once this fortnight, and he hoped that boil was lanced. His watch said that they had spent ten minutes since she lowered her leg, but he wanted the tension gone.

"Do you want a tree this year?" he asked.

"Could we?" Whatever she thought of her family, family Christmas was real Christmas. A tree would make it much better.

He smiled at the pleasure in her voice. A tree would cost less than the price of the restaurant lunch that she had turned down.

"Sure. I'll put it up, but you'll have to come along to pick it out. I have some decorations around here, but maybe we'll pick up some others." She had moved a little at the suggestion. "Move back now. That's good. Press back as hard as is comfortable." He felt a slightly greater penetration. "Now tell me if it becomes uncomfortable. Come to that, move first and tell me after."

"Can I move now?" He immediately removed his hands. Was she in pain after all?

"Go ahead." She squirmed a little. If anything, his penetration was a little greater afterward. The squirming, however, teased his cock unmercifully.

"There. That is better, you weren't coming at me right." She pressed back a little more, and took another millimeter inside. She thought about ignoring her promise about pain, but decided that it wouldn't work. She could brace herself for the instant of pain. She wasn't prepared to keep up this constant pressure if it would be pressure against soreness. Besides, Alex should be in charge, it was his gift.

He went back to his monologue about the office. He wanted her neither worried nor excited. It worked. "Anyway, I may still go for FSA, but it's a long hard slog."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Fellow Society of Actuaries."

"I thought you were."

"Casualty Actuarial Society. It's a different group. Harder problems, but don't ever quote me." At the next ten minute point, he pressed forward and entered a little more. "Hurt?"

"Not at all." She pressed back a little. He talked on for five minutes, but he stroked her breast more and rested his hand less. He drew back an inch, which was more than enough to pull himself completely out. He changed his angle and stroked forward up her cleft. He missed her entrance completely this way but brushed over her clitoris.

She worried that this brushing threatened to bring her to another crisis. Then she hoped that it would bring her there. She stiffened as the strokes in her valley and the rubbing on her nipples continued. She tightened her legs together and shuddered to his motions. He continued until she collapsed into limpness. Then he cuddled her until her breath returned.

"I do not have," he said, "the words to express how much I love you. You are the best thing to happen to me in my whole life."

"I was just thinking that I was getting all the pleasure from this."

"You couldn't be more wrong. You are getting all the orgasms, but that will change. I have never had pleasure to compare with holding your sweet, naked, responsive, body in my arms."

"When will it change?" She wanted his response, an affirmation from him deeper than his words.

"Do you want it to be now?"

"I'd like that."

"Even though it will be outside you?"

"Yes." Indeed, his determination that her defloration had to be painless had become important to her as well. It wasn't her choice, but it was a sign of his caring. She didn't want it to go astray.

Gladly, he moved away from her. He hadn't known how long he was going to be able to hold out. She just began to feel the loss of his warmth on her back before she heard him say, "Roll over."

He climbed over her with his legs on the outside. Her exquisite belly with its slight pad over her taut muscles was damp with perspiration. His cock was covered with her moisture and his own precum. He figured that this would be enough lubricant.

He took her hand in his and wrapped it around the base of his cock. Her touch was lighter than his own, and her hand was much smaller. All the sensitive parts stuck out.

"Just hold me like that while I do the moving." He lowered his body so that he was just brushing against her slick belly. Then he let nature drive his motions. The hour of building tension, the warm clutch of her fingers on his shaft, the friction against her skin, all pushed him to a rapid escalation.

She felt sheltered by his warmth over her and around her. She felt intrigued by the organ in her hand. She felt honored by, and a little nervous of, his obvious passion.

Then she noticed the look on his face. He didn't look pleased; he looked in pain. She feared for a moment that he was having a heart attack. People did have them before forty. Then the speed doubled, and he looked as if the pain had doubled, and juice squirted out of his penis. She knew it was an orgasm. She just had never seen a male orgasm before. It was landing all over her. Then he was done. His organ shrank and softened in her hand. She dropped it.

His motion peaked with his desire, then he froze in position while his tension poured out with his semen. He sagged above her while catching his breath. After a minute or two, he climbed off her and went to the bathroom. He returned with washcloths and a towel.

"Lesson one for terminal virgins," he said. She giggled. "Men create a horrible mess. Lesson two, that makes it the man's responsibility to clean up." He wiped off her belly, folded the cloth, covered a few areas which might have been hit. "Did I miss anywhere?" She shook her head. He kissed a nipple. "Are you sure that none hit here?"

"I'm sure."

He kissed the other nipple. "Or here?" She giggled. He kissed her mouth. That was a long kiss.

"You don't need a reason to kiss me, you know," she said.

"You are the reason to kiss you. And I do need you. The other excuses are just for fun. Are you glad that I did that without waiting to be inside?"

"I guess. You frightened me."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed for that."

"No. That's not it. You looked like you were in pain. I was thinking 'heart attack.'"

"Don't worry. I have the heart of a man half my age.... I keep it in a jar on the top shelf." She laughed. "You can't imagine how sexy your laughs look from here. But don't worry. I'll survive my orgasms. Someday we'll get a video camera, and you'll see how you look." That idea didn't appeal to her at all.

"Hug me so I'll know that you're alive." They hugged face to face, and he kissed the frown lines off her forehead.

"I'm alive. You won't get rid of me that easily.

"Look," he continued, "there are a few practical details. I have to get the car off the street. Before that I have to get your luggage. Before that I have to know whether you want to sleep in here with me or in the guest room. You might want to check out the larder and see if there is anything that we'll need."

"I sleep here. You won't get rid of me that easily."

"I love you." They kissed for a while before they got up and dressed.

She went wild in the grocery, shopping as though they would eat in for the next two weeks. He proffered a charge card and ignored the total. Their next stop was a hardware store for a stand for the Christmas tree.

He took her to a fine restaurant. Back home, they took turns in the bathroom. He noted her ratty bathrobe as an addition to his Christmas list. She seemed reluctant to shed it, though.

"Would you really rather sleep in the guest room, or even have me sleep there instead?"

"No. I'm being silly." She started to remove the robe, but he removed it for her. She had considered packing a warm nightgown but decided that it wouldn't get much use. The slow removal of the robe bared her completely. He kissed her mouth as he unbelted the robe and kissed each breast as it came into view. He hung his robe after hers, and returned to bed as naked as she was.

The kiss was long and languorous. Then he kissed down to her breasts and enjoyed them for minutes. "Are you really mine?" he asked. She nodded, already tensing. He kissed down over her belly to the fur. He parted her legs and kissed the insides of her thighs.

She knew what was coming, dreaded it, longed for it. He kissed her closed labia. Then he licked them open. Her legs tried to come together without any conscious thought on her part, but his shoulders were in the way. He kept licking until the inner lips parted. She shivered but said no word.

The aroma and then the taste nearly maddened him. He brought himself under control and licked her cleft until she tensed. Then he licked and sucked her clitoris as she shuddered through her orgasm. As soon as it was over, he pulled himself up beside her in the bed. He pulled the covers over them and lay with his arm over her while she recovered.

She tensed under his mouth until her muscles began to hurt. Then she tensed again, and shook, and went away into herself. When she returned, it was to languor and his cuddling. "Sweet Tabitha, glorious Tabitha," she heard.

She felt feverish, she felt ecstatic, she felt loved, she felt curious. "What were you doing to me down there?"

"Worshiping you." His voice was serious, not his teasing tone.

"I should be worshiping you." She did not mean an oral reciprocation. Before she began worrying that he would take it that way, he kissed her deeply.

"Ready to turn your back?" he asked. Not quite ready, she turned anyway. He hugged her in that position. "I love you," she heard. "Now remember that you are not to be brave."

He waited for her nod. She was so lovely that he sometimes feared he had dreamed her. "All right," he continued, "I'm going to put some grease on myself so this will go more easily." He rested the cold tube under his arm while he fit himself against her opening. Then he greased his cockhead and fit himself against her again. The extra lubrication helped as he eased himself just within. "Now move back." She did until he felt himself further inside than the afternoon. "Be careful not to hurt yourself."

She felt less friction this time, and could press back until she could feel the stretching. Obedient, she stopped before there was any pain. She felt occupied, however. Part, if only the tiniest part, of her contained the tiniest part of him.

He started petting her arm and speaking softly. "We'll get the tree tomorrow. We'll look at the decorations before then and you tell me what is missing. The only limits are that the tree has to fit in my trunk and in the elevator." Then after a pause: "What was especially good about Christmas when you were a girl?"

She told about decorating the tree, about the year she got a bicycle, about the puppy that wasn't really a surprise -- she got to pick him out -- but was a delight beyond all the purchases since. She wiggled during one part of that story and widened herself around him. Puppies, however, become old dogs; and old dogs die. She pulled away as she sobbed. "It's years ago. I shouldn't."

"Yes you should, beloved. It is right to mourn a friend. And, right or wrong, you can bring your emotions to this bed. Whenever you feel like crying, you can cry in my arms. I'm not going to tell you that some tears are permissible and some are not." She turned and burrowed into his arms. Her tears trickled down onto his shoulder.

"I'm messing up your design."

"That was your second gift. You gave me time to be gentle. That is my only design. You may be tight, but the schedule isn't."

She reached down and touched his cock, a gesture that made his heart turn over in his chest while it almost got her sprinkled again. "This doesn't seem to agree."

"That one has no sense of future pleasures. I don't think with my cock. He will enjoy himself ten-fold in time, but it's in our time." She let go, which he thought wise if regrettable. After a while, she turned back around and nestled into his arms. They each pretended the other was asleep. Soon, it was true.

Part Two: Tuesday

Alex was in the middle of a wonderful dream of holding Tabitha in his arms when the damned alarm ripped him out of it. He swore, hit the snooze button on his second flail, and rolled over to try to recapture a little of the feeling. He rolled into Tabitha's warm back.

"Are you real?" he asked.

"I think so. What's wrong?"

"The damned alarm clock. It's hard to explain. Let me kiss you like this. My beard is too scratchy for the front of your head."

"I'm not really awake yet."

"That's fair. Cuddle here and get some more sleep."

"I'm going to cook you breakfast." She was determined to emphasize her new status with the man she loved.

"That's fine." Scores of diners had people who were ready to cook him breakfast. None of them were this cuddly.

She felt his penis jutting between her legs. It felt awfully hot to her. "Do you want me to push back like yesterday."

He hadn't thought about the morning. It sounded like a great idea. He added a little lubricant and moved to the right position. "Now," he said. She moved back a little. Either she was a little looser in her sleepy state or he was a little smaller. More of him fitted inside. "Push back once more when the alarm buzzes again." The comfort of her warm back and sweet smelling hair overcame the discomfort in his bladder. He kissed her hair lightly until the clock buzzed again. He could feel her pressure, but no progress. After a minute, the buzzing got on his nerves. His motion to shut it off separated them. He patted her rump. "I have to go, sweetheart. Take care."

When he came out -- shaved, showered, and in his underwear -- he found her in the kitchen, with a hot skillet and a carton of eggs. "How do you like your eggs?" she asked.

"Sunnyside. Two. Across from you." He got what he asked for. On his way out, he arranged that any packages for him would be held in the room behind the desk until he asked for them.

He dictated the Actuarial Department position on pricing associational groups the first thing that morning. The draft would go to his boss and be signed by his boss's boss, the company actuary. His secretary got his keys duplicated on an extension of her lunch hour. His was spent shopping for more personal items. He bought the warm robe and the sexiest peignoir he could find in white. They would gift-wrap and deliver. Unsophisticated in so many charming ways, Tabitha was much more sophisticated than he was about art. Dover print books, he thought, rather than something designed for a coffee table. He found four that he guessed might to fit her tastes. The book store sold wrapping paper as well. He wrapped each one separately after he got back from his lunch hour. That's what private offices are for, after all.

Alex was not gone more than ten minutes before she ran water into his enormous tub. The dorm showers couldn't compare with this luxury. She washed between her legs and then touched the place he was stretching. For all her words about a gift for him, she had planned the vacation. Reality was going much slower than her plan. She inserted a finger and pulled back. Remembering his wisdom, she stopped just before it brought pain. It seemed to stretch a little in the hot water. Thoughts of his insertion excited her. She soon had to abandon her stretching to move the finger to a higher point. Her climax brought delight inside and a tidal wave in the water around her.

She climbed from the cooling water to plan their first dinner at home. When all preparation for cooking was done, she had an hour to spare. She took a break to clean herself up and to stretch her entrance once more.

He came home with that evening's restaurant chosen to find Tabitha ready to serve dinner. The kiss more than made up for the change in plans.

Over dinner, he asked about the Christmas decorations. "Do you want multi-colored bulbs or only blue? A tree of blue bulbs looks both spectral and special, but it doesn't look so traditional." They decided on blue bulbs but multi-colored tree decorations.

He ceremoniously gave Tabitha her own set of keys before they went out. They bought any decorations that she thought they might need. They found a lovely blue spruce in a lot which hadn't been picked over much because the prices were on the high side. They got it up in the freight elevator and installed in its new holder. He turned himself into her assistant, and she decided the location of every ball.

Kissing in the room lit only by the blinking lights from the tree was fun. But, then, they enjoyed kissing in most situations. Soon, however, kissing wasn't enough. They hurried into the bedroom.

He hung up his suit coat and tie after the dress, but she unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed her face. He repeated the ritual of her bra, and continued kissing her breasts until she ducked into the bed. Before he could fear that he had frightened her, she tossed her panties in the general direction of the chair. He'd spent too long half-dressed, however. "Brrr!" she complained as he hugged her.

"I'll be warm soon," he said, moving back.

"Better cold skin than no skin," she replied. She pressed into his renewed hug. The hug brought comfort to her but arousal to him. "Do you want me to turn around?" she asked when his erection pressed into her thigh.

"Not yet, beloved. I haven't kissed this side yet." He began on her forehead, slowly working himself down in the bed as his mouth sought hers. While their tongues explored each other's mouths, their hands explored each others bodies. "Please don't," he said when her hand wrapped around his erection. "It is much too early yet." Reluctantly he drew away from her soft lips, eagerly he sought her firm breasts.

She rolled to her back as his lips pursued her. Her back arched in response to the sweet suction, her legs spread to welcome his hand. She tensed to his soft friction upon her lower lips, but also to the memory of a night and morning of pleasure. His suction on her nipples excited her, but so did the desire that she felt pouring out from him.

Feeling her tension under his hand and mouth, he knew she was close to the brink. He switched nipples to give her a little pause, and then called on all his skill to guide her over. He licked the nipple as he slid his finger up her newly-widened tunnel. He sucked hard just as he brushed over her clitoris. Encouraged by her gasp, he repeated the sequence twice more.

She relaxed slightly as his mouth moved to her other breast, then she was penetrated by his finger. The erotic promise was as exciting as the erotic reality. Particular stimuli on nipple and clitoris merged into waves of general arousal. The tension was becoming unendurable.

Ruthlessly ignoring his own heightened desire, he stroked and kissed her until she was shuddering in his arms.

Her tension doubled, arching her body and nearly blanking out her mind. Then the tension broke into waves of joy.

He was concentrating on her body so much that he almost joined her in her release. Adorable when quietly sitting across from him, this girl was ten times as lovely when her spasms of pleasure brushed her across his torso and legs. He gasped as the moment struck her, but maintained his stimulating activity until she collapsed beside him. Then he could contain his love no longer and he expressed it to her.

As she came back to reality, lying gasping on the bed, she heard him crooning, "Oh darling, lovely Tabitha, sweet, sweet girl. You are so wonderful. You are so sweet. Darling, darling, I love you." He did love her, she could tell from the arm arching over her, comforting her without restricting her breathing.

He fell silent as her breathing eased. They lay quiet, each unzipping the packet of love that the other had already sent. He gently kissed her temple, just back of her eye. She turned to give him a real kiss, then turned back and thrust her hips into his lap.

"Again?" she asked.

He once more lubricated his cockhead before adjusting himself so that it was against her entry. "Slowly, please," he said. Slowly she moved back. Slowly his tip entered her. Very slowly it reached a new depth. More than half of the helmet was enclosed as the tension increased. Then she stopped. "Oh darling," he said. Then, "Did that hurt?"

"No, but I'm afraid more would."

"Then we won't do more. I'm not certain that I can stand this much for very long."

She worried that it was hurting him, then she understood what he meant. She thought that changing the subject might help. "You didn't mind eating at home, did you? I could tell that you were surprised."

"Surprised and delighted." It had been a good meal, when he had noticed over the distraction of having her sitting across from him. "But I didn't bring you here to be my cook. You must let me take you out more."

"You didn't bring me here at all. I invited myself." She could feel some added pressure at that comment, as if he had stiffened more. "I'm not planning to be your cook. I'm planning to be our cook, just as if we were a couple."

"And I plan to take you out. Just as if we were a couple. Is that fair?"

"It's certainly fair to invite me, so long as you do it far enough ahead so you don't interfere with dinner plans."

"Would you give me he honor of accompanying me to dinner on Christmas Eve? Or is that too short notice?"

"The honor is mine." Then his laughter triggered hers. It was a long time before they could renew their tenuous connection.

When they did, he felt that most of the glans was enclosed. They lay there for a while in their separate thoughts. "Did you know that I love you?" he said.

"I kind of got that impression. Which is nice 'cause I love you too." She yawned.

"Enough for tonight?"

"I think so. I want to be held tighter. Am I being demanding?"

"You could never be too demanding for my hugs."

Nestled against him, she felt his breath roughen into sleep as his arm loosened. She enjoyed this embrace for a long time before she fell asleep herself.

Part Three: Wednesday

He awoke the next morning with Tabitha asleep on his arm and his arm asleep under her neck. He spent ten minutes just appreciating his luck and her beauty before various needs drove him out into the cold. A shaven Alex slipped back under the covers and next to her.

She awoke to find him staring at her. "You could have woken me up," she said. "I don't want to miss a minute with you. I missed you all the time yesterday."

He remembered and laughed. "In the car, I said that I would miss you this vacation. You didn't say that you would miss me. I'm missing you less than I expected."

"Were you hurt?"

"A tiny bit. Your surprise made up for it a million times over. Kiss me and I'll forgive you." She did, then got up and grabbed her robe. When she got back he asked, "Will you forgive me for going to the office if I kiss you?" This was a longer and sweeter kiss. Then he had to kiss his favorite breasts good morning.

This was the first of five mornings ahead of them without office deadlines. Both of them were determined to make it special.

He returned to her mouth for a long kiss with tongues playing tag. Half way through this, he clasped her mound in his hand. As he trailed kisses down to her far breast, he parted her lower lips with one finger. He spread the dew upward in the slit before it was time to change breasts. With the second sweet nipple in his mouth, he first rubbed the area around her clitoris, then brushed over it lightly. When she stiffened under this treatment he kissed a path down to her curls.

She brought love to their kiss and waited for him to heat it to passion. Soon, her expectations were satisfied. His lips and his tongue stirred her while his hand inflamed her. She knew his mouth's destination when it began its journey down from her breast. This time her eagerness for his arrival was unmixed with dread. The kisses on her thighs tickled her as they aroused her. As he parted her labia with his fingers, his breath warmed and excited them. She was stirred before his tongue ever touched her. When it did, it soon brought ecstasy. Wave after wave swept through her as he continued his caresses until she collapsed.

He loved Tabitha. He loved her beauty, he loved her thoughtfulness, he loved her cleverness. He loved her intimate odor and taste. But he loved her responsiveness most. Her climax in his arms, evoked by his mouth, was as erotic an experience for him as any climax of his own had ever been. He lay for a moment with his head on her lax thigh, then he moved beside her to snuggle against her as she recovered.

Their silence held more love than she could express, but she tried: "I love what you do with me. I thought that you had made me come alive when we talked. I wasn't alive before I was in this bed."

"I love how you respond to me," he answered. "You were always alive. I saw it before I knew your name. 'That girl is alive,' I told myself, 'the rest of us here are zombies.' You are more alive when sleeping than most women are in orgasm. That's what I was watching. A little breath, a quiver of an eyelash, the essence of vitality."

"Only around you," she answered. And, after a pause, "Speaking of around you ..."

He laughed and made the preparations. Her general relaxation was communicating itself to her most critical area. Without increasing the pressure, he felt himself slide infinitesimally further in. That sliding, unfortunately, was taking him nearer the edge.

It must have had some effect on Tabitha, as well, for she began moving from side to side. The results at their juncture was twofold. He entered still further, and he reached the brink of orgasm. He pulled back with the last of his volition. Turning on his back, he said, "Come lie on my shoulder." Then, "Please don't, Sweetheart. Keep your arms well above my waist." They spent a little time in that position before he relaxed. Her breasts pressed into his side didn't help, but he couldn't reject that. Finally, when she was almost asleep again, he said, "Good morning, love. And does my lady care to join me in a shower?"

She found the intimacy of being washed by him disturbing. Her own reaction puzzled her considering that he had explored her most intimate areas with hand and mouth and penis. Washing him was exciting in a different way. "I think that area is clean," he said. "And continuing to wash it will have unanticipated consequences."

"What if I want those consequences?" she asked. He merely braced himself against the wall above her head. He arched above her, sheltering her without touching her. She dropped the washcloth and brought her soapy hand to his groin. His testes seemed to shrink away from her attention. His penis was warm and responsive and smooth in her hand. Then it seemed to get larger. Then he pushed his groin forward, and the penis throbbed in her grip. After the first spurt hit her, she moved his organ to the side. She felt remarkably powerful directing this dynamic response of this dynamic man wherever she wanted.

As the water pulsed on his back, his essence pulsed out through her gentle grasp. Merely remaining standing after that took all his effort. When Tabitha finally removed her hand, he turned immediately and rinsed the area thoroughly. He wiped himself quickly with a towel while she rinsed. Then he got a bath sheet to wrap around his beloved. She held it around her while he dried her face, and then kissed it. That precedent established, he treated each section of her sweet body the same way. He bared it, patted it dry, and then kissed it.

Warm but damp, they rushed through the chilly bedroom and dived into bed. The bed felt chilly, too, so they cuddled skin to skin as they waited for the sheets to warm. Their breath mixed as their tongues played.

Later, he pressed her back as he kissed every inch he could reach, saving the best for last. The clean, warm, smell of her newly-washed curls just preceded the odor from her center. None of the sweet, clever, things she had said to him was so welcome a message as the one of unmistakable desire which that odor conveyed. His desire responded to hers. He could not resist following the sniff with a taste. Soon he was lapping her cleft and kissing its top.

Her mind, already ravished by his response and his cherishing care, was ahead of her body for once. Every caress, every hug, every lick, was a welcome confirmation of her mental arousal. Finally, he licked and sucked her clitoris until she spasmed. Then she was limp satiation, and he was warm comfort. It was twenty minutes before she asked "Do you want me in the same position again?"

This time the glans almost fit within her. They lay in silence for ten minutes. He petted her arm during that time and thought of the joys she had brought him the previous day.

Her thoughts were bittersweet. She knew that he would not let her stay with him forever; she would, she assumed, marry another. Someday she would lie with a husband upon the marriage bed while he told her that she was about to be hurt; but that was fine, the first time always hurt.

When he asked her to push back again, she was tempted to shove hard and be done with it. Instead, she pressed herself against him very gently and felt the slippery presence enter still more. Tabitha could have lain there in his arms forever. They had things to do today, however, and she was determined to make him a good breakfast, well, brunch.

Her thoughts continued in the kitchen. She knew that he would never consider her as a wife. Even if he had not been gun-shy from his first marriage, she was too jejune to be an effective corporate wife. She wished he wouldn't resist her playing housewife, however. She knew the difference between fantasy and reality. The question was how she would ever settle for a normal reality after experiencing the fantasy with this extraordinary man.

He dressed slowly, leaving the kitchen to her as her domain. He wished, however, that she would stop these flirtatious offers of her housewifely skills. He had managed to resist ripping her open when she offered him the opportunity, but that time of temptation was short-range. He wondered how long he could resist proposing marriage. He wondered if she saw how much such a marriage would devastate her life.

At thirty-nine, he had something to offer a nineteen year old. Not as much as her liveliness and beauty offered him, but he could plausibly tell himself that the gentleness, experience, and luxury that he offered were superior to what boys her age would give her. But if his forties compared favorably to his anonymous competitor's twenties, that competitor would be in his forties when Alex was in his sixties. "Let me love her and leave her," he thought, "because only leaving her will express any love for her." More realistically, he expected her to outgrow him as she was outgrowing her parents.

Over brunch, they laid out the next two days. "Do you want a stocking?" he asked.

"Not this year. I think I'm claiming to be an adult." She would have had one at home, of course; at home she would always be a child.

"How about one present tonight, and the rest on Christmas morning?" He knew that those rules changed from family to family. The gifts celebrated Twelfth Night for that matter.

"If you want." There weren't going to be that many presents for her. He had a fair number from others. They had checked her dorm, and there were two packages waiting for her.

They stood in a sea of small-fry to look at the mechanical displays in the store windows. Soon the entranced children on their side of the window were more entertaining then the repetitive motions on the other. After a quiet lunch, they drove up to her dorm to get her Christmas packages. There was a message about a phone call in her slot.

She called collect. "You can call from my place," said Alex. "You don't have to call collect."

"I have to call collect," she replied. "They're mean, not stupid."

"Hello, mother. Merry Christmas."

"Tabitha? We were worried about you."

"That's nice."

"Are you sure you know what you are doing?"

"I'm perfectly sure, mother. You should have worried on Thanksgiving. Did you know what you were doing then? It wasn't hard to figure out."

"Forget that. We just wanted to know that you were safe. And merry Christmas to you. Did you get the package?"

"Two packages."

"Well, one is from Dobie. I just did the outer wrapping."

"Is he there?"

"Want to speak to him?" Tabitha could hear a muffled shout.

"Dobie?" Tabitha said. There was no answer.

"Sis?" Dobie said a minute later. He'd been running.

"Thanks for the package. I haven't opened it yet, so I can't be specific. Did you guys get mine okay?"

"They're under the tree, and I got a card from that Alex guy."

"You did? He didn't tell me."

"Funny card. Remember the argument about the metric system? He kept his mouth shut, but he remembered it. Dad says that you stayed away to spend the time with him. I dunno. I think I would have blown up at the folks after Christmas."

"You're a sweet brother, but mercenary as heck."

"You're a sweet sister, especially when you're away long enough for us to forget our grudges."

She laughed. Dobie was so dependably unsentimental. "Merry Christmas to the folks, and to you to. Bye."

"Bye." And that got around the problem of actually speaking to her father.

"You sent a Christmas card to my brother?" She asked.

"A funny one. Twelve days of Christmas done in ten, under the metric system. 'On the third day of Christmas, my sysop gave to me -- three kilojoules, two French curves, and a partial with respect to t.' You know." She didn't know, but Dobie had appreciated it. The call hadn't been as bad as she had expected. With it behind her and Alex beside her, she felt light hearted, as if it were really Christmas.

Dinner was at a place new to her. He tried to vary between introducing her to new locations and repeating an environment in which they had enjoyed themselves. "This is where we ate on Christmas Eve," sounded like a possible favorite.

She enjoyed the food greatly. She knew that he made subtle distinctions, but "much better than dorm food" seemed to cover every place he had taken her.

When they were home, they kissed and he slowly removed her clothes. They went through the bra ritual. Then he stopped and laughed. "I think that we should change the rules," he said.

"You can take off my panties from now on."

"Thank you, darling." He knelt to do so. The sight of her mound and the smell of her readiness almost pushed him over the edge. He kissed the mound lightly once. Then he let her find her own way to bed while he stripped as fast as he could.

Once in bed, they shared a long kiss. Still driven, wanted to kiss her center right then. He asked her, "Must I make slow preparations this time?"

The answer was clear to her. She had given him her body to enter when he wished. She was eager for his penetration, although she also mourned the long build-up that he had begun and was terminating in the middle. It was his decision; it always had been. "No, darling, do what you wish." He climbed between her legs, but it was his mouth which touched her there. Her confusion held back her response for a minute, but that response overwhelmed her when it came. The release was a series of long waves which took her higher and higher. It suddenly crashed taking her with it.

"You are a love. I'll be back in a minute." She missed him, but wasn't tempted to move. When he returned, he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. The tub was filling with water, but the bubbles had nearly reached the brim. He dropped her feet into the water before lowering the rest of her more gently. "Take your time," he said. "Such a lovely woman deserves all the luxury I can provide."

The bubble bath was luxury. She soaked in the water, and the luxury, and the love of the man who had provided it. She took some time to stretch herself to accommodate him a little more. It was easier this time.

She was embarrassed when he came back, although her hand was hidden by the bubbles. "I have to have someone else in the apartment for twenty or thirty minutes," he said. "Could you stay in here until I come back?" She nodded rather unhappily. These five days were supposed to be their time.

A minute later, he was punching for the elevator. The night man lent him a cart and helped him load it. They took the cart- load of packages up the freight elevator. He made sure that she was hidden away before they piled the packages in the guest room. He stripped one of the guest twin beds, and the night man helped him flip the mattress over on to the other bed. They carried the springs out into the living room and settled them with the head just beyond the tree's longest branches. The mattress, and then the still-made mattress from the other bed followed. He was as anxious to be rid of the night man as he had been anxious for his help. A twenty covered both requirements.

He smoothed the bedclothes and rolled the blanket and top sheet together against the wall. He put a few, select, packages under the tree. He turned on the tree lights and turned off the others. He knocked on the bathroom door in his own robe.

"I'm still in the tub," she answered.

"Towel service." He entered with a bath sheet covering the package. She climbed out of the tub to be wrapped in terry cloth and in his arms. He kissed her.

She had found the bubble bath less relaxing after he spoke. It was one thing to soak as long as one wished, it was quite another to have to stay in the tub. He was up to something. He did not have a business appointment after eight on Christmas Eve. If he had, the tree would cause as much talk as her presence. The idea of bathing one doorway away from a strange man was disturbing on its own.

She was less ready for him to dry her off than she had been the last time. The kiss, however, worked its magic. By the time she had been patted dry and kissed everywhere, she was ready for this man again, whatever chicanery he had planned. Her present to be opened on Christmas Eve was a peignoir, beautiful, if utterly impractical. She thought it was fair, Alex could dress her to be seen only by Alex. She put it on.

"Now, darling," Alex said, "you've given me three gifts this Christmas. Even though I've used up a lots of the second gift, I'd like to open the first one on Christmas Eve. Do I have your permission."

"Certainly." She counted it a little overdue, although she had enjoyed his solicitude. For that matter, she'd enjoyed his preparations. He led her out of the bath. She turned toward the bedroom, but he led her on. The living room was lit only by the tree; even the window curtains were drawn. The bed caught her attention. "Are you going to open your present under the tree?" She was laughing.

"With your permission."

"You already have my permission. You are a horrible romantic."

"Only when I'm thinking about you. Nobody at the office would recognize me from your description."

He stopped her at the foot of the bed for a long, wet kiss. Her desire increased as his tongue played with hers and his hands kneaded her hips. When she drew him into a tight hug, she felt his stiff organ against her side. She knew that he had wanted her for these four days as completely as she now wanted him.

During the kiss, he felt her stiffness ease into a sweet sag against him. Slowly, he unbuttoned her first button before kissing her all around the neck and collar bone. He ended at the spot on the back of her neck which always made her shiver. When he felt that reaction he returned to her front to hug her.

More buttons followed and more kisses. She felt it very difficult to support her own weight. Then his kisses on her left breast reached the peak. The thrill of his kiss straightened her. The following licks tensed her again, but her knees weren't at all steady. He helped her sit down on the very edge of the bed. For a moment, she was looking at the bulge in his robe. Then he knelt.

He returned to her breast for a moment. He loved seeing the nipple straighten and quiver under his attention. Then he went lower on her torso, unbuttoning as he went. She eased back in the bed to give him access. When he reached her navel, she was lying flat with her legs off the edge and spread around him. He moved back up to the right breast and began again. He kept unbuttoning until he ran out of buttons. She was spread before him, protected only by the drape of the peignoir of maidenly white. His path down from this breast was much faster. He passed her navel on one side. He brushed aside the cloth, and nothing at all protected her. He kissed a path from the projection of her hip bone to the inside of her thigh. He kissed her mons, then her outer lips and the tiniest edge of the inner ones peeking between.

As he moved down her body brushing the cloth aside, she missed the shelter of him above her more than the frail protection of the peignoir. She watched his head recede as she felt his kisses advance. Then looking down was too hard and she stared up at the spectral tree. His kisses had been a sweet torture ever since he left her breast. The intensity of the torture increased when he reached her labia. She stared up into the tree as the slow licks intensified her need. Each time one of the lights blinked, she felt another thrill shoot through her. But each time, she also felt herself wind tighter. Then the lights all flew away as her tension exploded into orgasm.

Lost in her scent and taste for a minute, he pulled himself together and started a pattern of licks and sucks to tease her to a climax. He soon succeeded and watched her undulate in the weird light while he continued sucking.

She lay on the bed as limp as the blanket beside her. The lights were all back on the tree and blinking at random. Alex was kneeling above her and kissing the valley between her breasts.

He adjusted his position when she lay still, getting a throw pillow under his knees. He anointed his cock once more with KY, although she seemed wet enough. Positioned just right, he backed up and kissed her breasts until she spoke.

"Alex?" he heard.

"Right here, love." He returned to her entrance and spread her lips with his fingers.

"You didn't...." He lifted the top of the entry as he slipped the merest tip inside.

"I am now." He pressed forward until his cockhead seemed enclosed.

"Thank you." The pleasure was all his as her tight walls enclosed him. He pressed forward and felt the walls expand around his glans. The tightness enraptured but frightened him; could she be this tight and not feel pain?

She felt the intrusion, but there was no pain at all. This inching forward was starting to excite her; she was being filled where she had never known she was empty, rubbed in places where she had never been rubbed before. The mental arousal was almost as great; she was becoming a woman, possessing and possessed by the man she loved.

Her slickness was his continuing reassurance; she could not be this wet and feel anything negative. Her tightness was his continuing worry; she could not be stretched this much without some discomfort. Her tight slickness was his erotic feast; the physical sensation of clasping friction was matched by the knowledge that he was opening his beloved to full sexual activity. He paused in his entry to stroke her perfect breasts. The nipples were quivering in their rigidity. He pressed his hips forward until he felt the warm friction resume.

She was full of him, and he stroked her breasts. Then he pressed forward and she was more full. She saw his face looking strict in the blue light. Then there was no more stretching. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. They seemed to stream love at her. They were more than she could manage, and she glanced down. Staring at his groin was more embarrassing, although she could not see their junction.

His eyes followed hers downward. An inch of his shaft was visible between his hair and hers. Her labia were stretched around his girth. He kept watching as he pressed forward to bury himself within her. His cockhead had passed the tightest clasp. He still felt that stricture on his shaft as the head was rubbed by a gentler touch. Then he was fully in her, groin pressed to groin.

She felt full. She felt his hairy flesh press against her outer lips. As she looked up to see a smile break over his face, she heard him say, "I love you." Then his mouth was on hers for a brief touch of tongues. He moved out a little as he kissed her breasts. She pressed his head to her for a moment, then dropped her hands to his shoulders as he began to move within.

He struggled to maintain his gentleness as he stroked through that marvelous tightness. He lost it when she started raising her hips up toward his in response. He saw a shudder pass through her whole body just before her tunnel gripped him more tightly than ever. The denial of four days, the love of four months, the want of four decades, all poured through him and gushed into her. Her. Her! He was in his love, and he called her name as he pulsed. Tab ... bee ... thuh! Tab! Bee! Thuh! Then he collapsed.

His slow strokes within her transformed her desire into sensual fire. She wanted more, and raised herself into his thrusts to get it. She stared up at the lights which were all blinking in unison and rushing toward her as wave after wave of relief shot through her. Somewhere far above her, he called her name. Somewhere deep inside her, he throbbed.

He finally dragged himself up and out of her. The bowl of water holding the cloth was still a little warm. He wiped first her and then himself. "I love you," he said. It was as true as it was inadequate. First she, then he, moved up to normal positions in the bed. They cuddled. He switched off the tree and reached for the covers. As he covered them both, she reached back for the most intimate contact.

The tree and its lights were back in their places. He was washing her in an extension of his care. He put into words the love he had shown. She gathered herself together to move to the head of the bed. He joined her and adjusted the sheet. She felt a little more of him seep out of her. That was all right, a reminder of love. When she took his organ in her hand, it stirred slightly. She wondered how she could have ever thought of it as looking cruel. Like the puppy, it was given her on Christmas Eve, it responded to her touch, and it loved her. That reminded her.

"I love you, too," she said.

The End 
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