Teri reached a tired hand up to her forehead and wiped a wisp of hair out of her eye. It fell back. She slouched on the pickle bucket that she was using as a stool and, too tired to lift her hand again, stuck her lower jaw out and blew upward in a feeble effort to coax the hair back into place. She looked down at herself, her apron covered in the disgusting detritus of a long day busing tables. This was the third day of the first job she ever had in her life and man did it suck.

The back door opened and a guy came walking in.

"Oh hi," he said.

She tried to grunt politely.

"You're that new bus girl, huh?"

"That's me."

"Cool. I'm Tom. I'm a cook. Jeez, that garbage dumpster out back is gross!"

She looked at him and managed a little sympathetic smile, feeling like he was maybe a kindred spirit.

"So what's your name, then?" he asked.

"Teri."

"Good to meet you Teri," he said. "I'd shake your hand but, well, I don't think you want to touch me right now."

"Look at me," she said, gesturing with both hands at her apron. "What do I care?"

He laughed. "Yeah, god this place sucks!"

She laughed, too, the first time that she'd laughed at this terrible job. The first time she'd felt anything other than misery.

He stuck his hand out, and she took it, rising just slightly from her bucket.

"Very pleased to meet you, Teri, " he said, giving her a bit of a comical bow. He smiled and his eyes sparkled.

"Very pleased to meet you, Tom." She returned his gesture with a mock courtesy.

She watched him walk away. College student. Sophomore maybe? Literature major--no, philosophy. Didn't shave this morning, which might mean he was out late last night. Girlfriend? Yes, otherwise he would have stayed and flirted with her. But they're not too serious, he was a little flirty after all with his handshake and mock bow. The girlfriend definitely doesn't live with him. They probably had a date last night and he spent the night at her place.

Oh, forgot the most important thing: Beautiful eyes.

She didn't see him again for a couple of weeks. When she did, he was sitting in the restaurant's cheesy little bar, having a drink with a real bimbo-looking girl. The girl was wearing a sort of white tube dress that showed off her ample curves--way too ample, if you want to know the truth, she had about twenty pounds she could use to lose. Not that Teri was judgmental about stuff like weight, but some dresses look really good on overweight girls, and some make them look like sausages and this girl was Jimmy Dean. Oh and by the way lady, the fact that you have big tits doesn't mean you should have them hanging out of that dress like that, in fact it means the opposite, pull the damn thing up for god's sake, save the world some visual trauma. And I feel inclined to point out that you've only got tits like that because you're overweight so I wouldn't flaunt them.

She couldn't believe this lady was his girlfriend. What's he thinking? She must put out. OK, so maybe he's not a philosophy major after all. A business major probably. Or maybe he's not in college at all, he's a loser who's going to be a fry cook at a lousy restaurant for the rest of his life.

"Hey," she heard him say to the sausage, "there's the new bus girl. Teri!" He waived to her, indicating that she should come over.

She smiled at him as best she could, but she was pretty sure it looked more like a scowl, and walked over to their table. Just to be polite. "Teri, this is my sister Kathy," he said.

Oh, his sister! Well of course, that explains it! How did I miss the family resemblance?

"Good to meet you Kathy," she said with a much more genuine smile this time.

The sister gave her a plastic smile in return, but didn't say anything, then went back to talking to her brother about whatever fascinating topic she was going on about before the unfortunate intrusion of the peasant class. Tom looked up at her and sort of shrugged, then went back to paying attention to his sister.

OK, she thought as she went back to cleaning the table. Maybe he is a philosophy major after all.

In the back room an hour later, she overheard two waitresses talking. "So you coming over to Tom's tonight after work?"

"Tom? You mean the cook?"

"Yeah, a bunch of us are going over to his place to hang out."

"I don't want to crash a party or anything."

"No, not a party, just hanging out. I'm sure it'd be fine for you to come, too."

"He's kinda cute, don't you think?"

"Yeah! And I hear he broke up with his girlfriend, too!"

Teri dropped a plate and it crashed to the floor. The two waitresses glared at her, smirking.

Teri was cleaning off a table a few minutes later when she saw Tom helping his sister with her coat.

"Hey, Teri," he said, "when do you get off work?"

"Nine. I got the closing shift."

"Some people are coming over to my place after work to listen to some music and hang out and stuff. You wanna come?"

It was a little hard for Teri to mask her utter joy at the invitation.

"Sure!" she said.

"Cool! 419 First Avenue, 2B, you know where that is?"

"Sure do! See ya then!" 419 First Avenue, 2B, she said to herself, 419 First Avenue, 2B, 419 First Avenue, 2B, until he had walked far enough away that he wouldn't notice her excitement as she grabbed a napkin and wrote the address down.

She called her parents. "Mom, some friends from work are hanging out after we close so I will be home late, 'K?"

"Oh, how nice that you've made some friends at work!" her mom said. She's always worried about Teri's ability to make new friends. "When do you think you'll get home?"

"I don't know. I think we're gonna watch a movie so it'll be late."

"OK, well, your curfew is eleven but I suppose that wouldn't give you enough time to watch a movie. I guess we can make an exception this time. Just come straight home when the movie's done, OK?"

"Thanks Mom!"

Teri got her closing chores done quicker than ever and was out on her bike in a heartbeat.

She rode as fast as she could to his apartment and rang the buzzer and he answered the door.

"Hey, Teri, glad you could make it!"

The two waitresses from earlier in the evening looked at her out of the corner of their eyes.

"The new bus girl?" one of them fake whispered.

"What's she doing here?" the other one fake whispered.

There were about ten or twelve people there, some of them she recognized from work, and others she did not know. There was a bit of space at the edge of a couch so she sat down there.

"You want a beer? Or a soda?" Tom asked her.

"Um, sure, I'll have a beer."

When Tom brought her a beer, she took a sip and wondered why the heck she told him she wanted a beer. The stuff tastes like fermented horse piss.

"Hello," the guy sitting next to her said, "I'm Andy, from Tom's Philosophy class."

Damn did I nail that or what!

She reached out and shook his hand. "I'm Teri, I work with Tom."

"Oh. Cool." They sat in uncomfortable silence for a second. "So, you like philosophy?" he asked awkwardly.

She looked at him for a moment. Blotchy reddish face, bulbous nose, hair in bad need of a visit to Great Clips. Definitely doesn't have a girlfriend. Probably looking at Teri as a possibility to hit on, even if she is a bit too young. He probably hasn't had sex in a year and is getting desperate.

Let's see, he did ask her a question. She needs to respond.

"I'm a moral absolutist," she said.

His head jerked back a little, barely visibly, and he looked startled and confused.

"Just kidding!" she said. "Really I like the utilitarians best."

He laughed, relieved that his target for the evening wasn't really a moral absolutist. "Oh I totally agree about utilitarianism," he said, and he launched into a lengthy sophomoric dissertation on the subject, everything from Mills on justification for law, to Singer on animal rights.

She allowed his high-pitched nasally drone to become part of the background noise of the room as she looked around to see where Tom was. He was just coming from the kitchen carrying a tray, which he set down on the coffee table in front of her.

"Pot stickers," he said to her, or perhaps just to everyone around the table but she liked to think he was talking to her.

She grabbed one and dipped it in the sauce and stuffed the whole thing in her mouth. Damn, that's a good pot sticker! She grabbed another one.

One of her waitress nemeses picked up a pot sticker. "Tom is such a good cook!" she said. Teri was amazed; she'd assumed that the dumplings were to go food from a Chinese restaurant. She never dreamed they were home made!

Tom returned with another tray. "Bruschetta," he announced.

"You made these pot stickers?" she said to him. "They are so good!"

Tom looked both genuinely surprised, and genuinely pleased.

The two waitresses sniggered and leaned their heads together. Teri distinctly heard one of them mock her in a fake whisper, "They are soooo gooood!"

Ignoring them, she looked up at Tom. "You have to teach me how to make these sometime!"

The mocking whisper again, an exaggerated effort to make her sound childish. "You have to teach me..." Teri noticed a slight look of disgust on Tom's face and she knew that those girls were failing miserably in their efforts to hit on him.

"I would love to," Tom said with a genuine smile.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the smiles on the waitresses' faces fade.

Around midnight, people were starting to leave the party. She told Tom that she needed to get going, too.

"Are you riding your bike home? It's kinda late for that."

"I'll be OK."

"Why don't I give you a ride? We can throw your bike in the trunk."

"That'd be cool."

As they drove to her house he asked her where she went to school.

"Anderson Junior High." She immediately wished she had lied to him and said she was in high school.

He looked at her for a split second, not exactly a look of surprise, but maybe in that general genre. Teri could tell that he had assumed she was older than junior high.

"Yeah? You like it there?"

"No, it's annoying and cliquey, but I guess the teachers are OK."

"So, what grade are you then?"

"I'll be in eighth grade this fall." She felt embarrassed to admit how young she was.

When he pulled up to her house, he put the car in park but didn't open his door yet.

"So," he said, "you really want me to show you how to make pot stickers?"

"Yeah!" Her heart skipped, she couldn't believe that he had remembered!

"So what time works for you?"

"I don't know, whatever works for you."

"Are you working tomorrow night?"

"Yeah."

"Me, too. Can you come over to my place early, like maybe noon? We can make pot stickers for lunch."

"OK." She felt her heart lilt a little at the prospect of a sort-of date with a college guy.

"I'll get your bike out of the trunk."

Teri was in love.

"The filling is ground pork, and some other stuff. You want to chop some green onions?"

"OK."

She started cutting up the onions.

"No, wait, here," he said, taking the knife and showing her how to rock it up and down on the cutting board, slicing the onions into perfectly uniform little disks.

"OK, I got it," she said.

He took the sliced green onions and tossed most of them in a bowl with the pork, then added some garlic and ginger that he had minced. He put the rest of the green onions and a bit of the garlic and ginger on a small plate and set it aside.

"A bit of salt and pepper and the filling's done. We just mix it together, with our hands."

"OK, now for the wrappers. Flour and salt, then add some boiling water, just enough to so we can knead it a bit." He mixed the flour and salt together with a wooden spoon, then poured in a bit of water he had boiling on the stove. "Just a tad more water," he said.

He finished mixing the dough, spread some flour on the countertop, and started kneading the dough. "You want to knead it some?"

"Sure."

"Just fold it and push it, there you go. OK now we're going to roll it out into a big snake"--he used his hands to roll it, just like a kid with play dough--"and then cut it into little pieces, like this." Pretty soon there were a couple dozen little pieces of dough.

"Now we roll these out." He used his rolling pin to roll the dough out into a little circle about three inches across. "Some of the filling in the middle, fold it over like this and crimp the edges, and, voila! We have our first pot sticker!"

"Sweet!"

He handed Teri the rolling pin. "Your turn."

Hers didn't turn out nearly as nice as his. While she was rolling it out, he put his hands on top of hers, standing behind her with his body up against hers and his arms around her. Her heart started to beat a little faster .

"There we go, good!" he said, even though it wasn't.

Once they'd used up all the filling, he started some oil warming up in a pan and then he put about ten pot stickers in and put the lid on.

"OK, now to make the sauce," he said. He put soy sauce, rice vinegar, sugar, and the leftover garlic and ginger in a small pan. "You heat it up just enough to dissolve the sugar, you don't want to overcook it. We'll wait 'till it's cooled a little to put the green onions in, because otherwise they wilt."

Teri nodded. How did he know all this?

They sat down at the table to eat the pot stickers. She dipped one in the sauce and plopped the whole thing in her mouth. It was an explosion of tastes, mainly garlic and ginger and soy sauce and pork. Really, really good. She watched as Tom dipped one in the sauce and then took a bite of it. She looked at him closely. She likes to observe. His shirt was fairly nice, a blue button-down collar short sleeve. Maybe he dressed up for their lunch? I mean, not much, it's not like he put on his nicest shirt or something, but it's not a tee shirt.

His neck was thick. maybe a 17 or 17 1/2 neck; she knew what size her dad's neck was and figured Tom's was about the same. It was interesting that he had such a big neck. He must be pretty muscular, because he isn't at all overweight. He was clean-shaven, right down to the skin. He must have shaved right before she came over. In fact, is that aftershave I smell? Maybe. Maybe he always puts it on. Maybe it's just the smell of his shaving cream, or his deodorant.

His chin was what you might call sculpted. A very small dimple, right in the center, which reminded her of her dad's. She's always liked a chin like that. His lips...

"What are you staring at?"

"Huh?" She was startled and looked up at him. His eyes twinkled. Wow, he has such beautiful eyes!

"You were staring."

"No I wasn't!"

He laughed. "OK, you weren't. I'm just paranoid. I thought I had a zit or something!" He lifted a finger up to his chin.

She giggled.

He took a bite of another pot sticker. "It's too bad we can't have some wine with these. I think a nice burgundy would go well, don't you?"

"Sure." As if she had any idea.

"A good meal deserves a good wine, don't you think?"

"Definitely," Teri said. She'd had a couple sips of her dad's wine at dinner once or twice, that's about it.

"But if I had wine now I'd fall asleep at work."

"Yeah, me too."

"Hey, are you working tomorrow?"

"No," she said, and she felt her heart get momentarily light. Is he going to ask her on another date?

"We could make dinner tomorrow night if you want."

"Yeah!" She had a big smile.

"Excellent. My roommates might be home, but that's OK."

"Yeah, that's OK."

"So, what's your favorite food?"

She squinted for a second, thinking. "I don't know. Pasta?"

"Yeah? You like pancetta?"

"I don't know, what's pancetta?"

"You'll love it. Let's make penne with pancetta and asparagus. How's that sound?"

"Awesome!"

"If you come over a little early we can ride bikes to my favorite Italian deli to get the pancetta, sound good?"

"Cool!"

"Four o'clock tomorrow then?"

"Yeah!"

Teri stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself. Very plain. Very average. A girl who wears baggy dark clothing because the last thing in the world she wants to do is draw attention to herself. Nothing much to show off, even though she's fourteen now and most of her friends are all filling out their clothing in ways that turn men's heads. Not that she wants to turn men's heads, that's just gross, old men ogling at fourteen year old girls like they're prostitutes.

Anyway, back to the mirror. Very plain. Not really pretty at all. Why does Tom even like her? Wait, does he even like her? He's kissed her, once, last night when he rode his bike to her house with her after work. He must like her.

He's probably one of those guys that likes girls with low self-esteem because it's easier to take advantage of them. She doesn't really have low self-esteem but she could see why people might think that about her.

Maybe he likes her for her brains. She grinned. That's it. Her stimulating conversation. Not likely! The "he likes girls with low self-esteem" theory seems far more likely. Well, isn't he going to be in for a big surprise when he finds out that her self-esteem is perfectly fine, thank you very much, and the reason she's going to be easy to take advantage of is that he is just so incredibly hot! And she has been just so ready to have sex for so long now!

OK, get a grip, gotta get ready now, it's almost time to go. She put on her favorite summer dress. It looks a little girlish, doesn't it? Poofy skirt, loose top. She wished she had some fishnet stockings, that would make it look so cool, girly mixed with street-walker. He'd be all over her! She reached around to her back and pulled the top of the dress tight around her chest. Maybe she should wear something tighter? She doesn't have much to show off but maybe it's time to start showing off whatever she's got.

She decided that the dress wouldn't work anyway for the bike ride so she picked out a nice blouse and some pretty capris. Not exactly revealing, but she looked OK.

"Hey, Teri," he said when he opened the door to his apartment, "wow, you look nice!"

Flattering the girl with low self-esteem so you can get her into bed, huh? What an old trick!

"Thanks," she said, smiling demurely. "You look nice, too." He did. He was wearing a nice pull-over shirt, bright colors that complemented his eyes quite nicely. She felt herself sinking into his eyes as they twinkled at her.

"This is my roommate, Jerry," he said, gesturing at a blob laying on the couch watching TV. "Jerry, this is Teri."

Staring at the TV, the blob nodded and mumbled "Hi Teri." He didn't so much as look up, he just couldn't pry his eyes away from the dumb rerun of some dumb sitcom he was watching on TV. College? Maybe. Yes, there's an organic chemistry book on the coffee table. He's doing homework, C-student fashion. Organic chemistry implies he's studying science. Pre-med? No, his C average isn't going to get him into med school. Engineering? Yeah, that's probably it. His dad is making him take engineering classes, and the blob doesn't really mind because it's just a way to extend his adolescence a few more years. Maybe in the end he'll even have a degree and a respectable future.

"Don't bother getting up to greet our guest, Jerry," Tom said. The blob didn't even make the slightest motion in response, just pretended that he didn't hear.

"You ready to go to the deli?" he asked her.

He bought a half-pound of pancetta at the deli--Teri was a bit surprised by how much it cost, eight bucks for a half pound, but Tom made sure that they got the real thing, from Italy.

On the way back, Tom suggested that it was too early to start cooking and maybe they should hang out in the park for a little while. They sat in the grass, talking, mainly about their sucky jobs. Teri smiled when Tom mentioned those two stuck-up waitresses. She had a feeling that he brought them up because he knew they were mean to her and he wanted to make sure that she knew he didn't like them very much.

"I can't wait to make this pasta tonight, I think you'll like it," he said.

"I think I will too."

"It's a good time, cooking with you." He was leaning back on his arms, and one of his arms was sort of behind her.

She grinned. She was feeling awfully happy right then.

"What should we make next time? I mean, if you want to do it again."

"I do!" she said quickly, almost interrupting him, embarrassed because she sounded far too eager.

He smiled at her. It was a nice smile, but a sort of funny one too and she recognized it. When guys think they know that you're going to make out with them and let them feel you up and stuff, they have this wry sort of smile and that's a little bit what Tom's smile looked like right then.

And the funny thing is, it didn't bother her at all. It made her feel sort of excited.

"So, hot?"

"Huh?" Oh, he was talking wasn't he? "Yeah, hot, sure."

He smiled at her again, that same smile. It made her feel a little, well, hot.

He moved his arm, bringing it into contact with her back.

"Blackened fish maybe? That's kinda spicy. You like that?" She thought maybe he was moving his face closer to hers.

"I'm not sure. Never heard of it."

"Well there you go. I'm going to teach you how to make blacken salmon. And for desert, chocolate-dipped strawberries?" His face was right in front of hers now! And then he kissed her, right on the lips. "Does that sound good?"

"Huh?" she said, lost in the kiss. "Strawberries?"

"Yeah," he said, kissing her again. "Strawberries."

This time she opened her mouth as he kissed her and he slipped his tongue in. They sat there kissing for quite a while before they finally got up and rode back to his apartment.

The blob was still laying on the couch watching reruns. He didn't so much as lift an eyebrow to acknowledge their presence. The organic chemistry book hadn't moved. OK, maybe a D student then.

Tom started boiling water for the pasta.

"So, you know how to dice an onion?"

"Yeah."

"OK, you do that, I'll get the pancetta ready."

He cut the pancetta into a fine dice, then put a saute pan on the stove and started warming it. The pancetta went into the saute pan.

"We'll render the pancetta and then..."

"What's 'render' mean?"

"It means we cook it until the fat, the oil, has melted out of the meat. Then we cook the onions in the oil."

"OK."

A minute later he tossed the onions in the pan as well. "Now we cook the onions, and then throw a little garlic in there, too."

The garlic and onions cooked with the pancetta for a couple minutes.

"Now we deglaze the pan with some white wine. About a quarter cup or so."

He tossed some white wine in the pan and stirred it for a minute, then added a pint of cream to the pan.

"While the cream is cooking down, we'll steam the asparagus, OK?"

"OK."

He picked up a sprig of asparagus. "Just take ahold of the top and the bottom, and bend it, and where it breaks, save the top part and put the bottom part in this compost bucket." While Teri snapped the rest of the asparagus, Tom started a little bit of water boiling in a small pan.

"Now go ahead and cut the asparagus into like one-inch, one and a half inch pieces. I gotta get the pasta in the water, and I gotta stir the cream, too, always stir the cream!" He stirred the cream with a whisk after he put the pasta in the water. "The cream's almost done." He tossed some gorgonzola cheese in with the cream and turned the heat down to a simmer.

When Teri was done with the asparagus, he put it in the little pan of boiling water.

"It's all gonna be done in a couple of minutes!" he announced. He turned off the heat under the cream sauce, turned off the asparagus and drained it, then checked the pasta. "Two more minutes on the pasta."

When the pasta was done, he drained it into a colander. "We don't want to drain it too much, though, we want to use some of the pasta water for the sauce."

He poured the pasta into a large bowl, then put the asparagus on top of the pasta, then poured the cream sauce on top of that. He mixed it all together. "There you go!" he announced.

"Wow," Teri said reverentially. "That looks so good! And it smells so good, too!"

He put the bowl of pasta on the table in the dining room, along with a basket of bread and a bottle of wine. They sat down and Teri scooped pasta onto their plates while Tom poured them each a glass of wine.

"Hey, Jerry, there's pasta!" he said loudly.

There was a semi-audible sound from the couch.

Teri took her first bite of the pasta, and she was in love. It was maybe the best thing she'd ever tasted. "God, Tom, this is so good!" she said. She picked up her glass of wine and took a big drink. It was spicy, and warmed her throat as she swallowed. She took another big drink, and Tom filled her glass again.

"You like the wine?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's good. It's spicy."

"It's just a cheap Chianti. That's basically my favorite wine."

Jerry finally stood up and wandered over with a plastic bowl. "Thanks, man," he said as he spooned some pasta into his bowl. He grabbed a hunk of bread and looked over at Teri. "So, you're Teri, huh? Tom's told me all about you."

"Yeah?" she said. She felt her face get a little hot.

"Yep." The D student went back to the couch and the sit-com re-runs.

Half-way through her bowl of pasta, she'd already had at least three glasses of wine. Hard to count because every time she'd drank half the glass, Tom was filling it again. The bottle was empty and Tom got another one. Teri had to smile to herself. He's loosening me up with wine so he can take advantage of me, isn't he?

After they finished the pasta, and a couple more glasses of wine, he said he had some sorbet for desert. "You want an espresso with it?"

"Sure."

She sat at the table, listening to the hissing espresso machine in the kitchen. She felt very warm, and could feel her head spinning a bit, making her dizzy. It was a nice feeling, a comfortable little buzz, and it made her feel happy, a muted, soft sort of happy. I can see why people like to drink wine with dinner, she thought to herself. It feels nice.

Tom returned with two bowls of sorbet and two espressos. "One scoop each of tangerine and raspberry sorbet," he said. "I made them last night."

"You made the sorbet?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Tom makes everything," the blob announced from the couch.

"Feel free to grab some, there's plenty left," Tom said to the blob.

"OK." The blob got up and got himself some sorbet.

"Someday, I'll show you how to make sorbet, too, OK? It's really easy."

They ate their sorbet, which was like the most delicious ice cream she'd ever had, and sipped their espresso and Teri was feeling so nice, so wonderful. It was absolutely perfect. Tom was so sweet, and so beautiful, and such a good cook, and the wine made her feel warm and comfortable and the espresso took away the drowsy feeling she was getting from the wine. Oh, wow, this is perfect. She couldn't believe how lucky she was.

Finally the blob turned off the TV and stood up. "I gotta get some damn homework done. Thanks for the food, good to meet you Teri."

"You too," she said as Jerry walked off to his bedroom.

She looked over at Tom. "Seems like a nice guy," she said.

Tom laughed. "Yeah, I suppose. He's always nicer once he's got some food in him." He picked up their wine glasses and the bottle of wine and walked over to the couch. Teri stood up to follow him and felt her head swoon, and she thought she was going to fall over for a second. She grabbed the back of her chair to steady herself. Wow, I'm a little drunk!

She walked as steadily as she could to the couch, and sat down next to Tom with a rather emphatic plop. Her momentum propelled her closer to him than she had intended and she giggled as she sort of pushed off him to sit up correctly. She immediately felt stupid, both about crashing into him and about giggling about it afterwards. She felt like a drunk little girl, and swore to get control of herself.

Tom noticed she was tipsy, she could tell. And he smiled at her. There's that damn smile again. Yeah, you fucker, I'm going to put out so smile away. But I just want you to know that I was planning on putting out for you tonight even before you got me drunk, OK?

He put his arm around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder and the next second they were kissing. She opened her mouth wide and met his tongue with hers and they kissed for the next five minutes straight, big sloppy wet kisses.

He pulled his face away. "I think we should go to my bedroom," he said.

"Yaw," she answered, meaning to say "yeah" but it came out all slurred.

Teri prided herself in her skills of observation. She fancied herself a little Sherlock Holmes. But she found it very difficult to concentrate on her observations as she sat on his bed and tried to soak everything in. Part of it of course was the wine, and part of it was sensory overload-- she wanted to learn everything there was to know about her new boyfriend from his bedroom, you can figure out so much about a person from the stuff they have and the way they keep it arranged. But then there was Tom himself; if you can learn that much from a guy's bedroom, imagine what you can learn from observing him as he prepares to have sex with his girlfriend for the first time!

But the main reason for the loss of her observational skills was her own excitement and nervousness and trepidation. Her mind just couldn't focus at all, it was pulled in a million directions at a million miles a second.

He put his knee on the bed next to her, facing her. Then he reached out and put a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back, down, onto the bed. As she leaned back, he climbed on top of her.

It was an aggressive move, and she knew it. He wasn't pussy-footing around, he was getting right down to business. All the other guys she's ever made out with (all, what, two of them?) had been very meek and passive and it seemed like they were constantly wanting to make sure they had her permission just to touch her, and she'd felt like she always had to take the lead. But that's not what Tom was like. Not at all. He was in charge and he knew what he wanted and he was all about getting it, and quickly, too.

As he lay down on top of her he immediately started kissing her and she opened her mouth wide and their tongues flirted inside her mouth. Her head was still swooning a bit from the wine and her heart was pounding hard and she felt very hot. And then, as they kissed, she felt his hand move up, not slowly but very determinedly, and he put it right on her breast. He squeezed her breast for a little while, not even a minute really, and then he reached up further and started unbuttoning her blouse.

Normally she would have been freaked out by how fast he was moving. If it had been a boy her age she would have told him to slow the fuck down. But for whatever reason, the wine or whatever, right then she just wanted him to get her shirt off of her as quick as he could. She wanted to be naked, she wanted him to be naked, she wanted him to have sex with her. Oh, yeah, let's go straight to the sex! Right now!

He seemed to have the same sense of urgency; he sat up on his knees and quickly finished unbuttoning her blouse and then she sat up and helped him slip it over her shoulders; then she reached around her back and undid her bra and pulled it off. He quickly pulled his shirt off, too, and in the split second before he was pushing her back down on the bed and laying on top of her again, she had a brief chance to look at his beautiful body; he had a good deal of hair on his chest and his belly, and he looked very strong, a hard chest and a flat stomach. Then he was on top of her again and kissing her hard and his hands were up on her bare breasts.

She opened her legs now so that he was in between them and he was pushing his crotch into hers. Then he sat back up again and reached down and started unbuttoning her pants.

Her heart was pounding so hard she could hardly breathe. But when he got her pants unbuttoned, she just reached down and started pulling them off. He stood up, smiling that same smile that she knew and recognized, and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down.

She didn't get much chance to look at him. She would have loved it if he would have stood there for a little while and let her admire his beautiful body, his big, erect cock, red and shining and strange, his thick pubic hair, his strong chest. But he had other things in mind at this point, and she was perfectly OK with that. He climbed back on top of her and put his hands in her armpits and moved her back so that she was laying in the middle of the bed now, and then he knelt between her legs and reached down, one hand spreading her vagina open and the other grasping his cock and positioning it at the opening of her sex.

She felt him; she felt the head of his penis entering her. He leaned over, supporting himself above her on his hands, and he pulled back and pushed in, two or three times, concentrating hard on his task and breathing heavy. But he was not able to enter her, her hymen prevented him from going any further. He looked down at her and a smile spread across his face and she knew he realized that she was a virgin. He probably hadn't thought about it before, or maybe he assumed that she was more experienced that she was. But he smiled, that same wry smile. Another cherry for the collection, is what his smile said.

He reached down and gripped his cock and pushed in, and she felt a sharp pain. He pulled back and pushed in again, and the pain was more intense and she felt like he was tearing her open. He was breathing very hard now and he pulled back and pushed in again. "Oh, yeah," he said softly through his breathing, and she felt his head go deeper into her.

He pulled back and pushed in again, even deeper this time. It felt so huge inside her, stretching her open, and it felt so wonderful! It hurt a bit, but she didn't care, she loved having him inside her so much that any pain was completely gone from her mind. She wanted him to fill her up completely, all the way, every inch of her! She spread her legs wide, opening up for him. I'm all open for you, Tom, go all the way inside me! And he did; he pulled back and pushed in two or three more times and then she felt his balls settle up against her ass and she knew he was all the way inside, she could feel his huge head deep inside her, forcing her open. She couldn't believe how deep he was, she felt like she was completely full, filled up entirely with his huge, wonderful cock.

"Oh, Teri," he said softly, looking down at her with a serious expression.

She smiled broadly up at him, so happy to be having sex, so happy to be making such a wonderful man feel so good. He started pulling his cock back, just a bit, not pulling out of her very far, and then pushing back in. "Oh," he moaned quietly each time he pushed in, "oh!"

She opened her legs even wider. Fuck me, Tom, fuck me! Then, for whatever reason, she said it out loud. "Fuck me, Tom!"

"Oh Teri! Oh my god!" he said loudly, his eyes going wide. Then he pulled his cock out of her completely and sat up on his knees, his legs shaking, his cock poised above her, glistening with her wetness. She wasn't entirely sure what was happening, and she lifted her head and looked at his cock, right as he began coming, right as a big shot of come fired out of his cock and landed on her, up as far as her chest, trailing down to her belly, hot and thick. His cock lurched and the next shot fired out, even more forceful this time, and for a split second she was able to watch his come arch through the air and land, with an audible splat, right on her cheek and then down her chest and her belly. Instinctively she moved her head to the side, but it didn't matter anymore, the rest of his ejaculation was less forceful and landed mainly on her belly.

He was panting and smiling as he climbed out from in between her legs and lay down next to her. She turned and looked at his beautiful face, smiling along with him, so very happy to have lost her virginity to such a sweet, beautiful man. Then she reached up wiped some come off her cheek with her fingers. She held it in front of her face, looking at it; it was cloudy and thick and sticky. She moved it down to her lips and tasted it. It tasted funny, warm and salty.

Tom reached out and ran his fingers through his come on her chest and lifted it up to her mouth, and she stuck her tongue out and he put his fingers on it and she tasted his come again. He reached down to her sternum, then lifted his hand, a big, viscous dollop of come hanging from his fingers. She opened her mouth and he stuck his fingers in and she sucked his come off of them. Then he reached down to her belly, cupping his fingers as he gathered an even larger dollop of come, and she opened her mouth and he put his fingers in and he fed his come to her and she sucked it in and swallowed it. It was like she was a little baby and he was feeding her his nourishing come.

He reached down between her legs to her pussy and lapped up some of her wetness and he lifted his fingers to his nose and smelled her pussy on them, and then he put his fingers in his mouth and tasted her. Then he reached down to her pussy again and lapped up more wetness and lifted his fingers up to her mouth, and she opened her mouth and he put his fingers in and she tasted herself, she felt so dirty and wonderful as she sucked her own come off of his fingers. Then he reached back down and lapped up more of her come, then scooped a dollop of his come from her belly and reached up to her mouth and he fed her again, her taste and his taste, her sex and his sex, mingling together, and she sucked on his fingers, she sucked and sucked and sucked.

Then he climbed back in between her legs and he slid his penis inside her vagina again, all the way inside in one solid push, and he fucked her a second time.

It felt so wonderful to be full of his penis again.

He was less gentle this time, more forceful, pulling back fully until his head almost left her completely, then slamming in hard, all the way in. He did this over and over, and she felt so dirty, she felt like a little slut, she wanted him to fuck her so badly and she didn't want it to ever end.

He was able to keep it up much longer this time and he rode her very hard, driving in and out of her like a piston. She felt so small and vulnerable underneath him, he was so strong, so big and powerful and masculine and virile, filling her up, over and over, with his huge wonderful cock.

After a couple of minutes of raw sex, he stopped, his cock all the way inside her. He lay on her completely, his mouth next to her cheek. "Oh, Teri," he said softly, "you have the most fantastic pussy."

She turned her head and smiled at him.

He pulled his penis back and slammed hard into her, causing her to grunt. "You're so wide open," he said, pulling back and slamming in again. "Your pussy is so wide open now!"

She smiled at him again.

He lifted himself up above her on his hands and started fucking her again, hard, aggressive, full, deep strokes. Teri learned oh so well right then what it means to be a woman, to be a sex toy, to be the lover of a big, strong, dominant man.

After another minute he pulled out and she felt his come shooting onto her belly.

He lay down on her fully now, panting. As he wrapped his arms underneath her, holding her tight, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, she could feel his strong chest up against her, and she could feel his warm come on her stomach now mingling with the hair on his belly. After he caught his breath he slid off of her to her side.

She reached down to his belly and ran her fingers through his hair, damp with his come, then lifted her fingers up to her mouth and sucked his come off of them.

He grinned at her. "You like that, huh?"

She smiled. "Yeah!"

"Some time you'll have to give me a blow job," he said, looking over at her with a grin. "Then you can swallow it all."

She smiled at him, too. "That sounds nice."

He reached his hand down to her pussy and started rubbing her clitoris with his fingers.

"Does that feel good?" he asked her.

"Yeah," she said, her breath short.

He sat up and climbed over so that he was kneeling between her legs again. She thought for a second that he was going to start fucking her again, but he leaned his face down between her legs. Oh my god he's going to kiss me down there! And he did, he pushed his lips right right against her pussy and give her a kiss. Then she felt his tongue push out, warm and thick, and he licked her, all the way from inside her vagina up to her clitoris. As his tongue dragged over her clit, she felt her legs involuntarily start to shake.

He looked up at her. "You have such a beautiful pussy," he said. He licked her again, her legs shaking. He looked up at her again. "She tastes so good!"

She put her hands on top of his head as he dragged his tongue over her clit again, and again. "Oh my god I'm gonna come!" she said out loud. She lifted her legs in the air as her whole body began shaking, quaking. "Oh my god I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Right when she was at the peak of her orgasm, he climbed up and slid his cock in her again, for the third time that evening. As he entered her, her orgasm reached a new level of intensity, deep inside her now, his cockhead all the way in, making her come as deep inside her as she could ever imagine. As he fucked her, her orgasm subsided, and once it was finished, she felt only exhaustion. Sore and exhausted. She couldn't believe he was fucking her again, her poor little pussy just needed to be left alone so that she could start healing. But he kept going and going, filling her up, pulling back, filling her up again, until he finally pulled out and came, right onto her pussy. It seemed like he had hardly even finished coming when he just slid his cock right back in and she could feel it still spasming inside her as his orgasm subsided.

"To make the blackening spices, we put a whole bunch of spices into the mortar." He started pouring spices into the bowl--paprika, cheyenne pepper, black and white pepper berries, sea salt, coriander seeds. "Then we grind it all up with the pestle." Teri thought it smelled wonderful, fragrant and earthy, as he ground it.

While the fish was frying in olive oil, they dipped strawberries into melted chocolate. Several times during the process he twirled his finger in the chocolate and lifted it to her mouth and she sucked the chocolate off. Each time he lifted his chocolate-covered finger to her mouth, she felt an excitement, a lilt in her heart, remembering and knowing that he remembered what he fed her with his fingers a few days before.

They sat down at the table to a wonderful feast--fried kale, roasted red potatoes, blackened salmon, a French red wine. "This is so good!" she said after taking her third or fourth bite of the fish.

Teri made sure she didn't drink too much wine. She didn't want to get drunk this time. It's not that she didn't enjoy it last time, but she didn't like how it made her feel so dizzy and dulled her senses, so she made sure she only sipped it this time.

"It's time for the strawberries now," he announced when they finished their dinner. He went into the kitchen and took the plate of chocolate strawberries out of the refrigerator. He also had a different bottle of wine in his hand.

"We should go to my bedroom to eat the strawberries," he said.

She smiled and her heart fluttered. She'd been waiting forever to go with Tom into his bedroom again.

He shut the door behind him and set the strawberries down on top of his dresser. He started unwrapping the foil from the bottle of wine. "This is Prosecco, Italian champagne." He popped the cork, and filled two glasses and handed her one, then sat down next to her on the bed.

"To a fine evening with a beautiful woman," he said, his eyes twinkling as he smiled at her. They clinked their glasses and Teri took a drink. It tasted wonderful and felt even better; the exploding bubbles spraying onto her nose as she raised the glass to her mouth, then dancing against her tongue as she sipped the wine. She looked over her glass at Tom, her eyes glistening. The wine warmed her throat, even though it was chilled, and she took another drink, bubbles exploding down her throat as she swallowed.

Her observational skills were intact now and she allowed her eyes to dart quickly around his room, soaking in what she could. The main thing she noticed were books. Books everywhere. Even though he had apparently spent a little time cleaning his room there were still piles of books everywhere, on top of his dresser and his bedside table. The one on the top of the pile on his bedside table was War and Peace. She noticed that beneath that was Leaves of Grass, and below that a book of Poe short stories. The books on top of his dresser appeared to be more focused on philosophy--Foucault, something about poststructuralism, a book by Hume.

His room was nicely clean, everything except the books had been put away nice and proper. But it felt artificial. She knew he didn't always keep it this clean. She felt a little flattered that he'd cleaned it up just for her.

"So does it meet with your approval, madam?" he asked.

"Huh?" She was startled by his odd question.

"My room. You're looking around like an inspector."

"Oh, sorry. I just like to..."

He grinned. "That's OK."

"So you're reading War and Peace?"

"Yeah, what a beautiful book. You ever read it?"

"No."

"You really have to. It's so beautiful."

She finished off her wine and he filled her glass again. Then he made another toast. "To Tolstoy, and beautiful literature, and beautiful women."

She giggled and drank her glass, bubbles spurting down her throat. "You're silly."

He smiled. Then he stood up and got the plate of strawberries, then sat down next to her. "Now, I've always been of the opinion," he said with a mock intellectual flair, "that chocolate strawberries are best eaten in the nude. What do you think?"

"Oh, really?" She giggled again, the wine was making her giggly, she could tell.

"Shall we try it?" he asked in his intellectual tone.

"OK." She felt herself blush at the idea of eating strawberries in the nude with Tom.

He set the strawberries down on the bed and stood up. He pulled his shirt off. She stared for a moment at his beautiful strong chest. Then he started unbuttoning his pants.

"Come on, young lady," he said in his funny voice, "You, too."

She stood up and unbuttoned the front of her dress, watching as he pulled his pants off and then dropped his underwear. He was already erect, and his penis looked huge and beautiful, standing straight out from his body, long and thick and hard and masculine, his balls hanging down below in a wonderful hairy reddish pouch, strange and wrinkled and swollen. She just stood and stared for a moment, soaking it all in; there was so much hair, his pubic hair was thick and soft and shining. Oh my god, his penis was the most beautiful, wonderful, fabulous thing she'd ever seen. She was totally in love with his beautiful cock.

She pulled her dress off, then took her bra off and dropped her panties.

"You're so beautiful," Tom said softly.

She giggled, from wine and nervousness and excitement.

They sat down on the bed together and he picked up a strawberry. "Lay down," he said, and she did, and he held the strawberry by its stem above her face and she opened her mouth wide and he lowered it into her mouth. She bit it off and ate it.

"That's so good," she said after she'd swallowed.

He picked up another strawberry and, this time he rubbed it on her nipple. It was cool, and her teat stiffened. She looked down and saw a little smear of chocolate on her nipple. He rubbed it against her other nipple as well, and then set the strawberry on her chest between her breasts. He leaned over her and kissed her nipple, sucking the chocolate off; it felt so wonderful as he suckled, a soft, tingling sensation, and then he moved to her other nipple and sucked the chocolate off of that as well. He kissed her breasts, little kisses all over them.

She picked up the strawberry that he'd left on her chest and held it up by its stem and he lay back she she held it above his face, and he opened his mouth, and she fed it to him.

He picked up another strawberry and reached down and ran it along the underside of his erection as it lay prone on his stomach. She smiled at him and leaned over him to lick his penis. Her face was so close to it now that she could examine it in minute detail. It bulged with veins, it throbbed, it was red and sexual and aggressive. His pubic hair was thick and long and it ringed the base of his shaft as it covered his big furry ballsack. The smear of chocolate that he'd made with the strawberry began right there, right on the pubic hair at the base of his shaft, then dragged up the full length of his gigantic cock.

She stuck her tongue out and placed it thickly right on the ring of hair at the base of his shaft, the unpleasant feeling of the little curls of hair against her tongue offset by the wonderful taste, chocolaty and musky and masculine, and by her extreme excitement at tasting cock for the first time in her life.

She dragged her tongue up, licking off the chocolate, and she was amazed at how silky soft his skin was, and how hard the muscle was underneath. When her tongue got to the underside of his head, his penis twitched, lifting up off of his belly, and she caught his head in her mouth. It was the most incredible thing; she could feel his hardness through the soft, thick flesh of his head, and she could taste him, a strong, masculine taste.

She gave his huge head a little suck. She couldn't believe how big it was, it barely fit in her mouth and she had to drop her jaw as far as it would go to get the whole head in.

"Oh, Teri," he whispered, and she sucked again. "Oh, baby!"

He reached his hand down and started masturbating, and she lay her head down on his belly and sucked on his wonderful head while he masturbated.

"Oh, baby," he whispered again, and he put his free hand on the top of her head. "Oh, sweetie!"

His legs started shaking and she knew he was going to come and she was ready, she wanted him to come so badly! "Oh, fuck!" he said loudly and he pushed down on her head and lifted his hips, driving his cockhead deep into her mouth, and he felt his cock stiffen and spasm and she felt his come fire out of him, slamming hard into the back of her mouth and even straight down her throat. "Oh, fuck!" he said again, and another shot fired into her mouth. He let up a bit on her head, but he kept masturbating and she kept sucking and he kept coming and coming until her mouth was completely full.

His come did not taste good, she knew it didn't taste good from the last time, but she hadn't anticipated how much there would be and she felt like she was going to gag. But as he finished his orgasm, he pulled his cock out and at the same time shoved the strawberry he'd used to smear his cock into her mouth and she had no choice but to bite it off and chew it, the sweetness of the chocolate and the strawberry mixing with the bitter saltiness of his come, an odd but not altogether unpleasing combination, and then she swallowed it all, chocolate and strawberry and come, and she sat up and smiled at him.

Then they lay there together, holding each other and kissing. After they had kissed for a few minutes, he climbed on top of her and mounted her, his huge, wonderful head parting her pussy lips and forcing her vagina open and driving in and out of her, filling her up so incredibly full, his cock was so thick and long and hard and she loved it and she loved him and they made love together for a very long time until he finally pulled out and ejaculated onto her belly.

He slid off and picked up a strawberry and lapped a big dollop of his come from her belly onto the strawberry, and then lifted it up to her mouth, and she smiled at him and opened her mouth wide and then she ate it, chocolate and strawberry and come, a strange and wonderful dessert.

As they lay together afterwards, his come slowly drying on her belly, he read her some of his favorite passages from War and Peace.

Teri was sitting on Tom's bed, naked, a belt from a terrycloth robe tied tightly around her wrists behind her back, a bandanna wrapped around her eyes as a blindfold.

They had spent all day cooking--curried lamb stew, naan, apple pie, homemade ice cream. Dinner was fantastic and she was thrilled when he suggested that they should eat dessert in his bedroom. He told her that he wanted her to be naked and he wanted to blindfold her and feed her the dessert. It was a strange request, to be sure, but she loved being fed by him and she loved being sexually adventurous with him, so she agreed.

She took her clothes off for him. He sat, fully clothed, watching as she stripped for him, which made her feel excited and embarrassed. Tom's little stripper, she thought to herself, and she tried to play it up, teasing and dancing as she took her clothes off.

She sat down on the bed next to him, naked, and he tied a bandanna around her eyes, blindfolding her. Then he took her wrists and pulled them behind her back. "I'm going to tie your wrists, too," he said, "so you can only eat what I feed you." She felt strange and nervous, she sometimes fantasized about being tied up by a man but now that it was really happening she was feeling freaked out about it, but she let him do it. She wasn't going to tell him not to.

He held a small glass up to her lips. "Take just a taste of this," he said, tipping the glass only slightly so that the liquid whetted her tongue.

It was very strong, and it burned.

"What is that?"

"It's port, a type of liquor that I like to drink with dessert."

"It's really strong."

"Here, another drink."

This time he poured a good amount in her mouth and it burned down her throat.

Then he gave her a bite of the pie, and then some ice cream, then a little more of the port.

After some more pie and ice cream and port, he gently pushed her down, onto her back. "Lay down now," he said.

She had to adjust her arms a bit, they hurt because they were trapped underneath her.

He stood up and he left the room and she lay there in the darkness of her blindfold, unable to remove it, for what seemed like forever. Eventually he returned and he climbed up on the bed, kneeling next to her. He put something against her lips. It seemed sort of furry.

She moved her head to the side. "What is that?"

"Guess," he said above her.

"I don't know."

He reached down and put his hand on her chin and moved her face back so it was facing up, then pushed down on her chin. "Open your mouth," he said.

He put the mystery thing against her mouth again. "Suck them," he said.

She moved her head to the side again. "What is it?"

"Guess!"

Right then, she figured out what it was. "Is it... Is it your balls?"

"Suck them," he said quietly.

She opened her mouth wide and sucked his balls in. They were huge, and hairy, and tasted nice, a little musty but nice and clean.

As she sucked, he climbed onto her, straddling her face. She could hear him start to masturbate above her.

He pulled his balls out of her mouth. "Lick," he said.

She stuck her tongue out and licked his balls, and he moved up, so that her tongue dragged down his scrotum and below and then even further, until she knew that she was licking his anus. The idea sort of grossed her out, but she kept her tongue out anyway and he moved up and down, just a little bit, her tongue dragging over his anus.

"Oh, Teri," he said, "you're such a dirty little girl!" He lifted himself away from her face. "I'm gonna fuck you now."

He flipped her over onto her stomach and lifted her ass up in the air. She felt uncomfortable with her hands behind her back, her chest and face against the bed. She tried to adjust herself as best she could but he didn't seem to notice, he just went right to work, pushing his giant cock into her little pussy.

"Oh, you dirty little girl!" he said as he grabbed onto her hips and started fucking her very hard. It felt so wonderful to have his huge penis filling her up again and she felt so vulnerable, blindfolded and tied up and fucked. Something about the feeling of vulnerability, and the way his cock felt sliding into her from behind, it made her feel so sexually excited and she felt like she was coming, her whole body was hot and her pussy was on fire.

"Oh, Teri," he said loudly. Then he slapped her hard on her ass. "Oh you naughty little girl!" He slapped her again. It stung, and he spanked her again, and the stinging of his slaps and her vulnerability and his huge cock driving in and out of her caused her whole body to begin to shake.

He slapped her again, very hard, and again, even harder, and then he grabbed her hips and he started fucking her almost violently and she was coming, wave after wave of extreme, crazy emotion coursing through her, sexual release coupled with concern and fear and even embarrassment at the way he was spanking her and talking so dirty to her.

Then he pulled out and started exploding, coming right onto her pussy, one huge shot, then another, then another. Then he pushed his cock back into her pussy and she could feel it still spasming inside her and she knew he was still coming but she didn't care, she was lost, she was in heaven or hell or god-knows-where, coming herself while her wonderful beautiful lover came inside her.

When he finally finished, he mercifully untied her hands, and she was finally able to move her arms, and then he took the blindfold off and they lay down next to each other and started kissing.

"You came inside me, didn't you?" she asked, when they broke their kiss.

"No, I pulled out, didn't you notice?"

"Yeah, but you were still coming when you put it back inside."

"Maybe, maybe a little bit, I don't know."

"You're a naughty little boy, you know," she said, smiling.

"You're a naughty little girl."

She reached down and jacked his penis until he was hard again, then climbed on top of him. She reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips open and held onto his huge wonderful cock, directing it into her, and she rode him for a very, very long time. She was in control now and it was fantastic, she could do whatever she wanted, fill herself up, then lift away, then fill herself up again. Oh my god, she thought to herself, I love sex! I love sex!

Eventually his breathing was becoming labored and she knew he was going to come. "Do you want to come in my mouth?" she asked breathlessly.

He nodded and she climbed off of him and lay down on the bed, and he climbed up above her. He started masturbating and she opened her mouth but he didn't put his head inside, he just aimed his cock right at her face.

"You want my come?" he said, panting.

"Yeah."

"You love my come, don't you?"

"Yeah!" she said breathlessly

"You're a come slut, aren't you?"

"Yeah!"

"Tell me!"

"I'm a come slut!"

"Whose come slut are you?"

"I'm your come slut! I'm Tom's come slut!"

"Oh you nasty little come slut I'm going to come all over your pretty little face!"

And he did, he fired his come right at her, point-blank range. The first shot hit her right on her nose and splattered all over her face, and then he aimed the second shot right into her wide-open mouth, and she swallowed it even though it didn't taste good because she's his nasty little come slut and she loves it when he feeds her his come.

When he finished, his come all over her face, she smiled up at him. "I'll be your come slut forever, Tom," she said.

He grinned down at her. "God you are a wonderful girl, Teri. I am totally in love with you."

She smiled broadly. "I'm totally in love with you, too, Tom!"

Comments

Nickname	Date	Feedback
JJ		Good story thanks. Enjoyed.
joe		Great story, sir! My favourite girl-age and a lovely tender readable erotic story. Loved it. Highly arousing. More body details would have been appreciated...and, as it is a fantasy story, he should have cum inside her every time....can we have a sequel, with anal sex and involvement of a male friend or friends? Pretty please?
Anonymous		Really enjoyed it. Your characters have some depth and some realistic interaction as well as good sex. That makes a big difference to me.
Jack		A fabulous and exciting story...keep up the good writing.
SteveOnThe Web		Very good ! Original concept, and lots more to it than just the boring usual boring.
Anonymous		Nice. Totally hot parts about feeding her his come! I was wondering if he'd spill dessert on her and lick it off! I guess he did. And I second Joe's anal request. Maybe some olive oil to lube up her tiny ass? p.s. two slight typos: "cheep Chianti" should be "cheap Chianti" and "she opened her mouth but he didn't but his head inside" should be "...didn't put his head inside"
		First, many many thanks, Anon, for the typo corrections, I got them updated. It is so good to have that sort of help. Second, damn I wish I would have thought of the olive oil anal lube. Jeez, that is frigging hot. Will have to think about a sequel now! --Chris
bell		Very nice story. Very erotic. However, some of the feelings would be improved by spelling "cum" and "cumming," instead of "come" and "coming" that do not mean the same thing. A minor point for such an excellent story, but it does distract the reader a bit.
		Thanks for the comments bell. I will confess that you're probably never going to find me using "cum" instead of "come." I don't exactly know why, it just seems sort of silly to "misspell" the word so I don't do it. Sorry if it distracts you! --Chris
Anonymous		Thinking-man's erotica. Definitely several steps above what one usually finds on most such sites, even this one! And, for the first time, I finally learned what "rendering" means (have seen it in recipes but never knew its definition).
Trolley		A great story, I was defiantly aroused by this sexy story.
CH Kitten		I love this story :) it left me with a dreamy smile, a slippery self and the thought that I must see about some cooking lessons... soon!
		So glad you liked it, CH Kitten. So what would you like to learn to cook? --Chris
CH Kitten		Macaroons maybe? I've never been able to make them work, and I've always had a bit of a sweet tooth. Plus, you can dust all sorts of things with icing sugar...
		You certainly seem to be in the spirit of the story, CH Kitten! Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go look up a recipe for macaroons... --Chris
Anonymous		Maybe you could have him spreading whipped cream all over her body before licking it off for the sequel.
Hotspur		Made me hungry AND horny.
Anonymous		Brilliant stuff - must try the recipes at least!
bunny		The best story ever. I would do something like that. I am sending this to my boyfriend
		So glad you liked it, bunny. Did your boyfriend like it, too? --Chris
hazelsnowdrop	9/24/2015	first let me say, very well written, chris. thought provoking, but unlike most of the other comment entries here, i didnt find it sexually arousing. yes, it started out sweetly enough but quickly became obvious that tom was merely in the process of grooming this young teen, teri. such a poignant yet somewhat satirical ending as well as we watch teri being forced to blindly go along with things that she clearly isnt comfortable with. then the brilliant finale...the ever degrading cum shot to the face!, and tom grinning as he proclaims total love for his nasty little come slut. what an asshole! i look forward to reading more :)
	0/25/2015	OK, first off, let me say that I've got a new front-runner for comment of the year! I'm highly disappointed that you didn't find it sexual arousing, that's like a complete failure for an erotic writer, but I'm glad at least that it was thought-provoking and you seem to have had a strong reaction to it, which I suppose is second best to arousal from the writer's perspective. I must say, I don't think cumshots to the face are degrading. I've always viewed them as the man's desire to "mark his territory," which could be interpreted as flattering, in a way, to the woman... Do you think? I'm also not convinced that Teri was as uncomfortable with the things that Tom did to her as you think she was, although it is always good to find out what readers think. I'm often surprised, as I was with your comment! Do let me know if you read anything else, and if they were more arousing! --Chris
hazelsnowdrop	9/28/2015	"Do you think?" yes. probably too much. not trying to convince you of anything here but we all know that young teenage girls can & do have difficulty saying no, and when teri expressed that she was, 'freaked out, a little grossed out and then went on to explain how her sexual release was coupled w/concern, fear & embarrassment,' i gathered that to mean she wasn't all that comfortable...? i felt toms ego-tripping culminate when teri asked if he wanted to come in her mouth. he nodded, but instead aimed straight at her face, firing his come at her, point-blank range. not nice in my book & not flattering in this instance either. lastly, teri has the added pleasure now of worrying about a potential pregnancy. tom is an asshole :p a good buddy of mine had suggested this piece of yours, most likely because he knows i enjoy cooking but i see you are pretty prolific here - would you mind suggesting one or two that you think may do the trick
	9/28/2015	Not possible to think too much, in my opinion. I love nothing more than a thoughtful conversation! Your points are all well-taken, hazel. I definitely intended Tom to be aggressive and dominant, though also Teri to be a willing partner in his desires. I suppose our different perspectives are related to our different roles in the sex act (assuming that you are female, of course). I hope at least that you enjoyed the cooking? ;) As for recommendations, it's a bit hard because I don't know exactly what you want (and I sooo want to tailor my recommendations to your interests, so that I can fulfill the ultimate goal of an erotic writer), but if you're looking for this sort of "thought-provoking" erotica, might I recommend firstly Sakura Sakura: The Story of Nanami-chan. Nanami is younger than Teri, so if that doesn't appeal to you, I'm afraid you might be out of luck with most of my stories. Another in this "series" of stories about artistic endeavors is Annabel's Art Class. Those are both very nice love stories, in my opinion, about talented girls and the men who admire them. Hopefully you'll find that they "do the trick?" Let me know! Give me your "no-holds-barred" criticism, I like it! Yours, Chris

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