I was in heaven.

Had n't died, mind you. But this ... this was something else.

I sat against the low temperature Harlan Fisk Stone walls of the upstairs arena of my high up school 's auditorium. Beside me was the exhausted ( and naked ) pattern of Gracie Monten, an saintly, adorable short entrant with a devilishly powerful interest in sex.

That was n't what her got here, though. She probably never would have done this, ever, if it were n't for my powers.

She lay snuggled against me as I stroked her hair's-breadth lightly. She was almost definitely asleep, how she could do that while it was so drafty up here was beyond me, but she was surprisingly ardent. After she 'd returned the party favor I 'd done her by giving me head, she 'd feel fucked herself to another climax, widening the puddle on the level by quite a bit. It was hot, but I 'd decided not to jack off myself, instead savoring the moment.

The buzzer rang, causing me to jolt forward a little in shock.

'' I 'm in high school day, '' was the initiatory surprising realization. I 'd pretty much lost runway of fourth dimension, space, everything.

'' I just got a fantastic blowjob from a freshman. Not just any starter, Gracie, '' came the second. The surprise caused my philia to beat out fast.

'' Why did I do this ? What is awry with me ? What if she did n't want this ? '' came the voices of doubt in my mind. Although in the end she 'd caved, I had given her more than a gentle thrust with my powers. Anyone would bear done anything at that storey of lust, I was almost trusted of it. She 's going to wake and retrieve she 's been raped, and although she wo n't cognise it, she 's almost right.

As if on autopilot, I alerted Gracie Allen, got her up, and stood up myself. The forepart of my jeans had dried now and everything else was in good shape, I 'd even taken the sentence to get dressed again. Gracie, however, looked a wad. Her hair was crazy from rubbing up against the bulwark, and her chthonian region was pretty soaked.

I helped her get dressed without a word, and as we descended the stairway I decided I had to sing to her before she got home.

'' Umm ... Gracie Allen ? '' I asked.

'' Yeah ? '' she said, bewildered.

Think, damn you, think.

'' Listen, what we did up there, that 's got ta stay orphic, okay ? '' I said.

'' Okay, '' she said, as if she did n't love what she was saying.

We hit the behind of the staircase, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to face me, looking straight into her eyes.

'' Gracie, I 'm serious about that. nonentity is to know what we did up there. ``

'' Yeah, yeah, I get it, '' she said, a little Thomas More aware of her surroundings.

We went back through the set loading dock and to the front. I walked her out of the side door of the auditorium before we said our goodbyes.

Shit. I thought. I realized I could have just used my powers to will her memories away.

'' Do I want to ? '' I thought. She was n't going to call up any Arcanan language I used in the heat of the bit, and it was really great. If I removed her memory, that pretty much would have been rape. And if she enjoyed it, taking the memory from her would suffer been self-serving, I would have only done it to comprehend my own ass.

At the like meter, this was high-risk. I did n't know her all that well. She 's probably one inferno of a gossiper.

motherfucker. Shit. Shit.

I needed to clear my head.

I walked home with determination unlike ever before and went to slop my fount with cold water. I realized that I still smelled, pretty strongly, of sweat and other affair I could n't immediately identify. I showered for the second sentence that day. I went into my room and turned on the cabinet, the magnetic disc already spinning with my pet scheme game, set in a high-fantasy medieval Din Land that was basically European Union but not Europe. It 's peculiar how much the nature of conjuration changed in my optic, as my mages flung powerhouse, I could n't help but chuckle thinking that such powers have much neat use. The nature of what I did hit me a indorse metre. I shook off the persuasion and ordered my soldiery to hit the goblin a second time. I saw the lean getup my female thief character was wearing. I remembered the naked form of Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen, horny but happy. I winced again to dismiss the image.

When I looked back to the clock, begging to let it be tardy enough for me to sleep. If I stayed awake any long to populate on this, I might snap. Even the fantasy realm was not enough to get this off my mind. I sighed, saved, and powered down.

8:00 PM. finis enough.

Eyelids shut.

10:00 PM. I heard a trashy flavour against the window. I got up and opened the mantle. A surreal ball of water flew up and hit it once more. It kept its shape until it hit the crank, making the Lapplander strange phone then dispersed. I undid the latch and opened it to find Kammeryn looking up at me from our back grounds with a very smug `` hey poor fish, how 's your day been ? '' kind of look.

'' Hey stupid, how 's your day been ? '' he asked, in a tone of voice so far extraneous to what I 'd ever try from him previously.

'' Shut up Kammeryn. Do you know what sentence it is ? ``

'' Certainly no clip for sleeping. What are you, eighty ? Do n't concern about coming down, I 'll add up up. '' he said. With that, he walked away from the window to the far side of the M, over to my Dad 's shed, disappearing from perspective. My closet doorway opened behind me and he came out. I turned and jumped to see him standing there.

Kammeryn 's casual, non-magic-ritual dress looked ... pretty much like his ritual dress. Black fingerless gloves and a foresightful black leather jacket, melanize denim jeans and a dark Thomas Gray tee-shirt. He looked like something out of an gum anime, almost. One of the badass character. Except with a more cautious haircut.

'' You really should learn to get used to things like that. ``

'' Sorry if I 've only seen you cast about four spells so far, '' I said.

'' Heh. Fair enough. Well, you 've got quite the hang of casting them yourself I see. ``

'' Have you been in my forefront again ? '' I asked.

'' Actually, this time, no. Luca 's eyes, lovely magical affair, are form of tuned in to events of pregnant witching importance. And they 're also tied to the will of some strange, higher intelligence that even I ca n't compass. Basically, she sees random events and there is no way of knowing why she saw what she saw. But one of the more random visions she had today keyed me in onto your berth. Slightly. intellect clarifying on some of the minor points ? ``

'' What do you be intimate ? '' I asked.

'' Let 's start from the beginning. '' he said.

I figured there was no hiding from this guy. If he wanted to, he could hit me spout out every embarassing mysterious I could remember of, and a couple more buried deeper into my subconsious.

So I decided to spill. Scanning people in my classrooms, one or two of the more unusal discoveries about the youngster I knew, then onward to my exploits with Gracie. He nodded approval as if these were the kind of things he heard every day. Gracie 's chronicle brought some head, specifically to the patch I cast but also some sexual I. There was still an awkward air about this, as if I was confessing to a crime.

'' Kid, mind, everything you can do, I can do skillful. Everything you HAVE done, I 've done worse. I think I have something for you, '' he said. He spoke a few Christian Bible of Arcanan and pulled out a book that was too large to fit into his crownwork without it having been noticeable before. It looked like an old, weathered textbook of some kind, with a deep blue cover and gold embossed school text. He walked over to the bed and sat down. I sat down next to him.

'' Breaching The Iron Vault Of The nous, by Archmage Emerryus, House Kothrin, '' he read, as if he was about to start reading me a bedtime story. He pronounced it `` Em-er-us ''. `` On loan from my personal collection to a Mr Arcos, likewise House Kothrin, '' he said, opening it up and placing it between us. He rifled through the Page a bit. `` Signis, '' he uttered. I now noticed as he flipped through, transition highlighting themselves. He 'd skip a few dozen pageboy, stop, scan, pretend marks seem, continue on like that. When he 'd done that for about four-fifths the Scripture, he stopped at the binding division. `` Okay, skipping this part, it bored me to death, '' then flipping the remaining section back to let out a couple notes loosely stuffed into it, on yellowing notebook paper. The stark contrast it provided with the manner of the sleep of the playscript was a bit humorous.

'' O.K., here 's ... wow. I must 've been like ... heh. Your age back then, '' he said, chuckling a bit. The scrawl was definitely a teenager's.

He then sat through and organized them into two piles.

'' Okay ... okay ... oh, hold this one, '' he said, handing one over to me. `` And, those two, okay. There we are. I 'll be keeping this stack, '' he said. `` Dispar dimtere. '' he said, causing one stack to vanish. `` And you can replicate down the rest, '' he said. `` But initiative, give me that pageboy again, '' he said, taking back the one he handed me.

'' Ah, here it is : The Alice tour, '' he said. The picture had a stylized range similar to Disney 's Alice In Wonderland, slightly more ripen, with one-half of her aspect in the tincture of a mushroom cloud, smiling rather mischieviously.

'' The Alice trance causes the mark to completely block out anything of the sexual nature originating from sources outside those desired by the caster, including all previous memories of intercourse. However, any sexual advances made by the castor will cause a much more sexual nature to arise, immediately well-read of all experiences previously surpressed by the spell. This also confers upon the Deutschmark a childlike naievete that carries through to both natures, in the innocent, Thomas More cute and sweet, and to the sexual, more teasing and mischievious, '' he read.

I read along with him, looking at the knifelike, decided handwriting and now fairly certain it was Kammeryn 's own. This was confirmed by the side by side line, which read `` Original Design : Kammeryn of firm Kothrin. ``

'' I 'm telling you, it 's perfect for your freshman. '' He scanned the page a bit more. `` Okay, here 's how most actual spells work. You get your aim, or something with understanding, and you utter these actor's line here, '' he said, going over two lines tabbed out of the rest of the verbal description. They were entirely Arcanan symbols. `` Do n't need to concenter all that much. You see, longer tour like this are codified by the author. They tween and tweak and get the Arcanan words to mean exactly what they mean to develop the want effect. You just postulate to know what it was meant to do, and it 'll do it. '' he said, flipping the pages over and scanning it again. I noticed another tabbed-out section.

'' What 's that ? '' I asked.

'' Ah. It 's something like an English people displacement of the turn. '' he said. `` And, like well-nigh of the spells I came up with then, it 's a rhyme. Once you learn the Arcanan Holy Scripture, all you got ta do is think back the rhyme to know the edict. Plus, as culture would suggest, rhymes have force. Even though those are n't the Good Book you 're saying, it links the import together in a way that you find special. That 's what illusion is all about, in a way. ``

I took the paper from him and looked more than closely.

'' Then two natures, hid inside
One will live when one does die
Hold both to childish innocence
But to one, sexual deference
From one to break, the new arising
Never to get it unsurprising
Bending now to my desires
In childish cacoethes, lusty fires ''

'' Not my Charles Herbert Best work, I 'll take on. But it gets the job done, '' he said.

'' fellow feeling. You 've talked about it before, '' I asked.

'' Yes. Well, it 's like this. Everything in the world has connective. The deeper they are, the punter you can manipulate them. Like, your joining with your sign word, Desdiri, is about as oceanic abyss as these things get, seeing as we magically bound it to you. Same with your vestige gens. However, we do n't just make railroad tie to ideas and Word, we make tie-in to things and citizenry, '' he said. `` So, say I walk by a bus stop and incline against the post. I do it once, nothing much. I do it a one C times, the pole itself gains some wizard resonance with me. Partially because I hold it significant in my nous, partially because we are cosmically connected. '' He paused to let me take it in. `` individual 's hairbrush, someone 's bed, each of these are connected to that person by magical understanding. stemma and bodily fluids, fuzz, and hide are also really heavy examples, although line magic has even deeper potential. We 'll get into that later. '' He leaned forward on my bed.

'' When you were dealing with Gracie, she was right in front of you. No amount of sympathy was required, you had the target of the spell itself. Ripe for the picking. Now, when you do n't cause the advantage of having your field with you, or when you want to roll spells on them without their knowledge, your spell has more business leader when you utilize the magical chemical bond of fellow feeling. You take the object, '' he said, holding out his impart mitt and grabbing an imaginary grip. `` That hairbrush or whatever. And you focus onto your target, '' he said, clutching it closer. `` wizardly runs through symbolism. No distance. No fourth dimension. No space. So you can touch on things by manipulating those symbols. When I called up that Word of God, I focused on my theater gens, written on the cover, and my notes in the back. Two secure emblematic crosstie I could take a shit, '' he said. `` Oh, and with that spell of yours, know that it 's only going to get stronger the closer you get to Gracie. The more than you have sex, '' he said, teasingly. I winced a bit.

'' Hmm ... you know, you talk different sometimes, '' I said. Because I was so lost in thought, my words got kind of jumbled.

'' What do you mean ? ``

'' Well, when you 're teaching or at our resort ... ''

'' Sanctum, '' he quickly interrupted.

'' Our 'sanctum ,''' I said, pausing as if to savour the word. `` you talk formal, official, like a loss leader, right ? But when you came in, you were all thick with me. ``

'' Heh '' he said. `` Yeah, I suppose. Always trained to present a strong front. To be cool off and collected. To train you up in the Arcanan way. But, let 's face it, we all got to let loose sometimes, '' he sighed.

'' Hm. I sort of like it when you let loose, '' I said, smiling.

'' Heh. Speaking of letting let loose, I have another something for you, '' he said, pulling a sheet of paper from another pocket. `` Just some rudimentary spells for any further effort you may be pursuing, y'know, some basic wrap-it-before-you-tap-it material. Except we 're mages, so no condoms. You have fun kiddo. Now, if you 'll excuse me, Luca 's been waiting for me, '' he said suggestively. He stood up and crossed to the closet. He opened the door and close it behind him sloppily. It creaked back opened into nothingness. Thinking about this stunt later on, I could n't help but clear how funny it was that he chose that cupboard. It was n't the variety you hang clothes in, it was full of ledge, as if to store linen. There was no way he could humanly fit, if he 'd actually had to go into the closet to use whatever trickery it was he was using.

I thought about all he had said. About how he did n't mind what I did. Almost suggesting I should go ahead and do so. Whenever.

'' What did I do ? '' I then asked myself.

1. I had gave oral sex to a beautiful young girl, which she enjoyed until orgasm.

2. I recieved Lapplander favor in reappearance, although she did not bang said favor was magically coerced out of her.

'' Did I do something she did n't want ? '' I thought. I did n't know any idea ascendance spells. I just mentally manipulated her to a story of lust she was n't quite used to. I could n't really `` force '' her to ingest sex with me magically ; I just was n't at that story of power yet. I made her deliver desire. She chose to act on it.

Likewise, she chose to reciprocate. Had I gave her a desire, or merely a suggestion in the guise of a desire ? I did n't know. I was n't her. I could n't say.

I then came to these two conclusions :

1. She consented to the act performed on her and the subsequent act performed on me.

2. Two people who have volition intimate bodily function with each other are not doing anything wrong.

The second was morally fluky, but I found myself believing the underlying principle to be straight. So what if we 're `` underage '' ? Nobody got significant or sick ; we were both virgins.

So it was okay.

rightfulness ?

I snapped out of my philosophical ramblings and looked down to my research stuff. I flipped through the get-go page and started reading.

'' Breaching The Vault Of memory board, '' read a large heading. I flipped ahead to another marked surgical incision. `` head version With Clarity. ``

Hmm ... I closed the playscript, got up, and grabbed some notebook paper from my ligature. I placed it next to the book and stopped again. I went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.

I went back to the book, coffee tree in hand, and opened it up.

'' Basic Tenets : Sensory enchantment. ``

I started reading, taking a couple musical note. Lots of new row. Lots of powerful, potent new words.

I set it beside Kammeryn 's private notes, hoping I could try to multitask.

'' Sympathy victimization '' was something that caught my eye.

I saw the staple. It was three pages.

I looked at the bulk of the notation. There were easily about twenty pages. Almost none of them had anything to do with the depicted object of the book. `` They were n't notes on the book, '' I then realized. They were just distinction. `` Clouding The horse sense '' `` Into Insignificance ''. A couple of them were like the Alice Sir Frederick Handley Page. Fully written, complex spells.

I looked back to the book. Although I had the most relevant division highlighted for me, it was probably an entire book in itself.

I looked back to the notes.

Kammeryn had arranged quite the card for me. It was going to be a loooooong night.

***

I greeted the schoolyard that day with a gleam in my oculus like no other.

Classes were normal as always. Lauren and I had a nice talk of the town during tiffin. Well, it would have been really prissy, had SHE not arrived. Not Lauren, of course.

toroid Baxter was a old friend turned old enemy. We met in elemental shoal, she used to be the shy, quiet type. But in junior high gear, she got snobby.

Now, do n't get me wrong, she was definitely attractive. yellowish brown skin. minute field glass figure, accent on the mammilla, D loving cup at least. Wavy brown hair kept just long enough to leave level best room for styling, today, a ponytail. Her appearance always gave the air of the hokey, though, as clearly so practically work was put into it. Today she had on a blackened polka-dotted tee shirt, black doll, black jacket, and a bow. I think it was the bow that would irk me the most, that she would playact so innocent yet act so clannish, so preppy. Makeup that was belike done and redone to get precisely the right effect, not trampy, but clearly there. And sunglass. Always the sunglasses. `` medium eyes '' or something was the excuse.

'' Hey John, '' uttered the harpy queen, her gaggle of lesser harpy eagle faithfully at her side.

'' Oh, what would her highness request of such a humble peasant today ? '' found it 's way to come out as `` Hey Tori. '' Lauren stepped in towards me, as if for auspices. I almost swore I heard her growling.

'' Listen, the drama nightclub is doing an improv nighttime for a fundraiser, you should come. It 's this Fri in the auditorium. '' One of her assistant harpies rushed forward with a handbill, which I grabbed out of her hands. There was a second base one for Lauren, who snatched it with equally muted impatience to get this over with.

'' I 'll consider it. ``

'' Okay, '' was the concluding I heard of her before they swarmed off.

'' What was that ? '' asked Lauren.

'' I do n't know. She 's in my other drama course, you know. '' Because dramatic event and forward-looking dramatic event were seperate courses, I could be put in both with no issues. So I took one advanced drama path to excercise my true talent and one fixture drama course to string up out with my acquaintance and get the promiscuous A. I was not, however, in Drama guild, partially because the leadership ( Tori ) pissed me off, and partially because they met so infrequently they hardly seemed to be a social club at all. I was amazed they managed to put this together.

The tiffin bell rang and I went to my psychological science course to gain my head. Which is a good office to do that, if you think about it. Just one more than period until dramatic play, and I could carry out my fantastic plan.

I pulled out the notes I took on Kammeryn 's book and went over them, making indisputable I had everything down pat. So many new words to instruct. To use. And so trivial time.

Drama. Roll cry. `` Go recitation your tantrum, '' said teacher.

Now, here 's how this goes with high schoolers. You give them groups to run with. You give them exemption to talk. You give them an auditorium to run around in. So they go everywhere. How 's the instructor supposed to attack them up ? They are n't. It 's like another luncheon pause, economize some people who are usually practicing.

This was so when I saw Gracie, deep in conversation with two or three of her girl friends.

Not good.

'' Scienti suono, '' I uttered. Know. Sound.

'' So, yeah, who 's your partner ? '' said Random Girl.

'' Jonathan, '' said my piffling sex-kitten. She stuttered it out a bit. She 's nervous.

Did she tell anyone ?

'' Mente doman, '' I uttered. Mind. Question.

'' Did you tell anyone about what you did with Jonathan ? '' I asked of her subconsious.

It was at the forefront of her mind, so she was n't guarding the view in the slightest.

'' No. ``

'' Why ? '' I wanted to be intimate. The thought got caught up into my spell.

'' Because I want it to go on again, '' came the subconsious response.

My eyes widened, then came a sigh of relief. I think it 's then I came to terms with what I did. Let 's face it, I did what I did. She liked it. I liked it. She may not have fully wanted it then, but she did fully want it now.

I tuned out the otherwise mundane conversation of the young woman. Hearing in two places at once was a taxing magical trick, especially when both places heard the same cacophony of teenagers chatting about their day.

'' Oscura, '' I said. I wrapped the cloak of Haze around me. I could n't actually turn invisible, mind you, but I could use this to fleet into insignificance just long enough to go near where Gracie set her backpack without getting questioned.

'' Videri sympa, '' I said. See. Sympathy.

As I opened her backpack, objective took on a luminousness, surreal glow. Some were unattackable than others. Textbooks, next to nada. ligature, pretty bright. I picked it up and looked at it. There was a picture in the front that caught my eye. Not because the drawing was anything interesting, just a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree with a swingset in front of a theater, in pencil, but it emitted quite the aura of sympathy.

I slipped it out and returned her affair to a state that would have made it hard to think anything had happened, and I headed out of the region in the audience where she kept her backpack. I headed backstage into the dressing room.

I closed the doorway and started breathing heavy. This was going to be nifty. I took some pee from the water system fountain and splashed my facial expression with it. I dried my men carefully before pulling out the image.

'' Covo sympa. Covo sympa nora. '' Kammeryn 's notes. understanding summoning.

Footsteps.

The door opened, and Gracie stepped in.

'' Morcere. '' knockout trance. It 's admittably much more fun when you are n't the object. I caught her in my subdivision and carefully laid her body out in strawman of the mirror. She was n't that heavy.

'' Claudus clauditus. '' I gestured over to the nominal head and side doors. As a white shaft of light zipped to each as I heard a house, hard locking noise in my thinker. ending and lock.

'' Oscura. '' The warm mist of the Haze piece relieved me of the latent hostility that was now thick in my muscles.

I panted, out of breathing time. I felt like I 'd just ran a few overlap at total sprint. This spellcasting thing was rugged. I steeled my focussing and pulled out the paper on which I had written the lengthy `` Alice '' spell. I smiled and recited the rhyme once, for good measure.

I closed my eyes and focused hard. Time to get serious.

Out came the Arcanan words. However, unlike the go few spells, every give-and-take I spoke seemed to give me back my push. The last discussion came out strong and proud. infantile love and lustly fire, if I do recall.

Gracie started awake, and I jumped back a little.

'' Hey, what happened ? '' she asked.

'' aught. Hey, Gracie, about what we did yesterday, I 've been thinking ... '' I paused for lack of words.

'' You mean with the play ? '' she said.

Oh. Memory surpressing. I forgot.

'' Yeah. I was thinking we should go over it again a few fourth dimension. Usually I leave my partners to their own devices, but I really want to get this right. ``

'' Okay ! '' she said, with dynamism in her eyes.

We went over it a couple multiplication, a good deal quick as we knew what to expect with the read. more than emotion came out of it. She also seemed more focused, more ... alert ? I suppose that 's how you 'd say it.

'' So, you think we 're adept ? '' I asked.

'' Yeah. You want to go now ? '' she said, walking toward the door.

'' Yeah, go talk to your friends or whatever, '' I said. I advanced on her and grabbed her ass, squeezing lightly and smiling, knowing leaving would now be the very last thing she 'd want to do.

'' Hmmm ... maybe I do n't want to meet with my Friend. Maybe I want to trifle with you, '' she said seductively.

'' Oh really now ? '' I said, smiling.

'' Uh huh. '' She came up to me and reached her arms up to roll them around my neck. I bent forward to kiss her. She moaned into my mouth and pushed in her toungue agressively.

I surprised her a bit by grabbing her ass and lifting her up onto the table built into the bulwark of the dressing room mirror. It was at the perfect height, placing my genitalia right above the level where she was sitting.

The candy kiss was recollective and more passionate, all the while her groan mixing with the heating plant off of her trunk driving me crazy.

I backed off. She just sat there, looking at me seductively with her legs dangling off the edge.

'' Feeling a little warm ? Me too, '' she said, toying with the edge of her blouse.

'' Hmm ... '' I said, horny as hellhole but still up for the game. `` Yeah. Maybe we should slip into something more comfortable. ``

She was only wearing a tee shirt and short trunks today. I myself was wearing a tee-shirt and jean, my cap lying in a crumpled flock before I started any of this.

'' But if I take off my shirt, my bosom will be showing, '' she said. `` And what if someone walked in ? '' she giggled.

I absorbed the impact of what she was saying. Little slut did n't have a bra on.

'' Let 'em see. Let 'em see us roll in the hay. ``

'' Ooooh. You said a naughty Christian Bible, '' she said teasingly.

I walked forward. `` I 'm so sowwy Allen. Is there anything I could do to make it up to you ? '' I said, mock-childishly.

'' Hmmm ... I do n't know, '' she said. `` But you are right, it is getting hot in here, '' she said. She took off her shirt and threw it in front of the door, her tits now bare and exposed.

'' I think I know what I could do, '' I said. Without boost hesitation, I pressed in for a thick kiss, before slowly tracing my sass down to her chest. She leaned back against the mirror as I moved my weapons system behind her. I took her left breast into my mouth and sucked delicately, licking my glossa in circles around her nipples.

'' Ooooh ... ooh yeah ... '' she said, almost purring.

I swirled faster as she squirmed a bit. I moved my former hand to her rectify breast and started fondling it gently. After awhile I switched slope, returning slowly. Once I figured each position to have average discourse, I stopped.

'' Do you forgive me now ? '' I asked.

'' Hmmm ... I 'm not sure, '' she said.

'' Maybe I should do a bit more to justify, then, '' I said. I undid the front man clitoris of her pant and then lifted her off of the mesa and set her back on the undercoat as my hired man moved down to her ass. After a immediate grope or two through the textile, I slid them down to the floor, followed quickly by her panties.

'' Oh my, looks like I 'm naked, '' she said.

'' Maybe I should get naked too, '' I replied.

This time she went forward to help me with my clothing. I undo my pants, she unzipped them and knelt down. I slid them off, my hard-on shot forward.

'' Oh my, what have we here ? '' she asked. She pulled down my boxers slightly. `` Hi Little Jonathan. I have n't seen you in a long long time. Do you miss me ? ``

I laughed at her childish little game. She kissed the tip of my cock. I laughed again and took off my shirt, motioning briefly for her to stand.

'' So, how exactly do you plan to make it up to me ? '' she then said.

Without warning, I walked forward, picked her up, set her back onto the table, and went straight in for another deep, passionate osculation. Her legs wrapped around my back and her moans filled the room.

I backed up. `` Now, this is going to hurt a bit, but I promise that once it 's started you 'll feel good, approve ? '' I said. She nodded in approval.

I took a abstruse breath to calm down myself as she gently disentangled her stage from me. I rubbed my cock against the folds of her cunt, quickly coating it with her slick fluids. I gently slid it into her, eliciting a diminished gasp. I pushed forward just long enough to palpate the barrier.

'' You fix ? '' I said. Another nod.

I pushed until she broke. She let out a wince of pain, but besides that she took it like a title-holder. Once that was over, I started in with slow, deep thrusts. She soon got over the painful sensation and continued moaning, which served as euphony to stir me to greater depths.

'' Oh ... oh.. yes ... '' she said.

I went faster. She got louder.

'' Yes ... faster ... faster ! '' she said.

I aim to please, so faster I went. Her cunt was like a slip-and-slide with how wet she was. With such slight friction, I was litterally pounding the table with my thrusts.

'' Gracie Allen, I 'm gon na cum. ``

'' Cum inside me ! '' she said, the shoemaker's last word lapsing into a moan.

Just a little longer and I was done, shooting my load abstruse inside her Young, sozzled twat.

'' I 'm gon na cum too, '' she said.

I steeled my nervus and sped up, trying to make for the magnanimous last for her I could.

'' Yes ... yes ... piece of ass ! '' she shouted, her back arching as her fluids shot all over my genitalia. She went limp, and I set her down on the table and backed away. She turned so as to lay down on it, facing me, smiling.

I pulled up a chairman and sat down.

'' someone said a naughty word, '' I said. We both busted out laughing .