A long time went by like that, reeking and stinking of each other’s sex, glorying in it, in rapture with it as their hands and bodies explored each other’s, letting some of the excitement and joy tail off as they just cuddled and cherished each other. It was only as the cool night air began to react with the sweat of their bodies did they realize that they were still nude above the covers, few lights visible through the open drapes of the darkened room. Eventually, their mouths pulled away from each other, and he heard her say, “You know, I think I’m ready for that cigarette now.”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I think I can stand one, too. Why don’t you get under the covers while I go get one?”

“I think I can manage that,” she replied. “With difficulty, but I’m getting cool, too.”

It only took a moment to go get the cigarette, and she was lying on the sheets of the open bed as he returned and snuggled up beside her. Once again, there was the flick of the lighter, giving light enough to reveal a very contented smile on her face. She lifted her head enough for him to slip his arm underneath it; then she lay it back, spreading her hair on his skin, as she pulled her face close. He took a drag on the cigarette, then held it to her lips, while she took one, too. “So,” he said as he pulled the cigarette away to allow her to blow out the smoke. “How do I compare to a woman in that department?”

“Just fine,” she purred. “I don’t want to say that I couldn’t feel the difference because I could, even over and above your fresh stubble, not that it’s bad yet. But there’s something different that I can’t quite put my finger on, having you down there compared to Laura. Laura could be very sweet and feminine about it, but you’re very masculine instead. I know that doesn’t tell you very much, but, well, there’s a difference. I’d say you were a little more assertive about bringing me off, but however it happened I enjoyed it very, very much. I take it my technique was adequate?”

“Oh, yes,” he said. “That’s probably about the best I’ve ever had. You act like you’ve had some practice.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve done it,” she admitted. “But it has been a very long time. Given a little practice, I probably could do much better.”

“I don’t know how it could be much better than that,” he said softly.

“Oh, there are some details I’m sure we can both think of,” she giggled.

He let out a sigh. “I almost hate to bring this up, since the now is so wonderful, but ‘next time’ is going to be a bit of a problem.”

“Oh, Bob!” she said. “Did we do it too hard, and now you’re not going to be able to go again tonight?”

“No, nothing like that,” he grinned. “I think there are a few cigarettes left in the package and we should be able to use them up tonight. But tomorrow is another day. I’ve got a few things to do and then I’ve got a plane for Denver early Monday morning. I don’t know when you’re planning on leaving, but there’s nothing really keeping you here, right?”

“I’m afraid not,” she sighed. “I had originally planned to start back to Buffalo tomorrow, not that there’s any reason to get back there that quickly. There’s really not much to go back for.”

“I never asked, I guess,” he said. “But what are you planning on doing, I mean, being out of work and all?”

“It’s difficult,” she said. “I’ve been exploring the idea of teaching English in Asia again. There are some openings in China that I might be able to get, but it’s late enough in the hiring cycle that the really good paying jobs are all gone. I don’t really want to do it. The money would still be fairly good and a year could keep me going for a long time. But I spent two years eating ramen noodles in Pusan, and I know I don’t want to spend a year or two eating Chinese food. But, if I don’t do that and don’t turn up anything fairly soon, I see no real choice but to go to Florida and ask my parents to take me in, again. There are some good reasons and some bad ones why I don’t want to do that. I mean, my God, Bob, I’m thirty-eight years old, I ought to have managed some degree of independence and stability by now. I thought I had it when this deal in Buffalo came along, and look what happened. And on top of that, I have some other concerns. I at least had medical insurance at the mortgage company, and I have none now. I have no real medical concerns but you never know what might happen.”

Bob pulled her close and thought very hard. He’d been thinking about the idea all evening, but now it seemed like it was a good idea. Good or bad, the time to pursue it or give it up was fast approaching. It was clear that it would complicate his life considerably, and he was a man who much preferred an uncomplicated life, but there seemed to be several positive angles to it, too. Fish or cut bait, Bob. You may not get the chance again.

Oh, hell. Why not?

“Well, we did have one idea, way back when,” he said slowly. “Have you ever been to Colorado?”

“Bob? Are you saying what I think you’re saying? I know I’ve teased you about keeping your promise and marrying me, and you’ve teased me about it too, but are you really thinking about it?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I don’t know and I wish I knew. Maybe not getting married right away, but if you wanted to move in with me I think I could find room in my bed for you. Then we could explore a few of those other things we’ve been talking about at a little more leisurely pace.”

“Bob, you can’t really be serious. Can you? That’s an option that I really hadn’t considered, no matter how much I teased you about it.”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “At this point I think it’s something we should talk about. I’m willing to give it a try if you are. I don’t know if I can get you a job at the university for sure, but it’s a college town, there’s always some kind of job available.”

“Bob,” she sighed. “On the surface it sounds very attractive. But there are some problems. I’ve always pretty much lived alone. I’ve had roommates once in a while, but never for very long. I don’t seem to get along very well with roommates, they usually lose their patience with me, or I lose it with them and then it ends badly. Bob, I cherish knowing you. Even the thought that you were out there as my ultimate backstop has kept me going in some dark times. But, Bob, I don’t want to piss you off and lose that, and I’m afraid that if I were around you too much I’d do something to piss you off so badly that you’d never want to see me again. Really, that’s what happened with Laura. While I liked her and I still like her, I don’t think there’s any way I could have ever lived with her any longer than I did.” She reached down, grabbed his penis and gripped it hard as she continued, “I think it would be nice to have this stuck into me regularly, it’s been wonderful tonight and I really enjoyed it, but to risk losing the chance forever scares me. I know you Bob, I know you like your peace and quiet, you’re a very introspective person and I appreciate that. But Bob, let’s get real, Bob. I know I irritate people and I’m afraid I would irritate you too much sooner or later, and then where would I be? It could be China, Bob. China. In this day and age knowing a little Mandarin is not the worst thing to know and I’m sure I could learn some of it there, even though I hate the food, I positively hate it. My word, Bob, some of the things that they eat, and they way they eat it, I think I’d just starve. That’s how I lost all that weight after I got off the pill, I went to Korea and ate nothing but ramen noodles. That really starts to suck after a while, Bob, do you know? It sucks, and hell, I have to eat them too often now just to make ends meet. I hate it, Bob, I hate it and I mmmmfffph –” she broke off as Bob put his hand over her mouth and held it there firmly.

“Sharon, Scott was right,” he grinned. “He said that if I was to live with you I’d have to buy a locking ball gag to get some peace and quiet once in a while. Do you think that makes sense?”

“Mmmmfffph,” she replied as he continued to hold his hand on her mouth. “Mmmmfffph, mmmmfffph.”

“I thought so,” he smiled. “Yes, at times you can get irritating with it. I also know that you’ll shut up for a while if someone tells you to firmly enough. I know you tend to run off at the mouth when you get nervous, not that you don’t other times, right?”

“Mmmmfffph,” she went as she struggled in an attempt to breathe through her nose better, but not fighting with him to get his hand away from her mouth.

“Sure, and we both know it,” he went on, the smile broadening across his face. “You’re pretty nervous about this whole idea, and you’re running off at the mouth to be able to think about it and put off having to make a decision, right?”

“Mmmmfffph, mmmmfffph,” came from under his hand.

“Now, if I was to take my hand away could you talk about this rationally?”

“Mmmmfffph,” she replied firmly. He took his hand away and she said, “Scott really said that? A ball gag?”

“What color would you like? Personally, I think red would look good in your mouth, since that’s your favorite color, but I’m sure they come in different colors. Maybe I’d have to get some handcuffs to make sure you kept your hands away from your mouth. Frankly, I think you’d look sexy as hell in handcuffs, ball gag and bare skin.”

“I’m sure you would,” she replied, a hint of laughter in her voice. “I knew you had to have some kind of kink in there somewhere.”

“I’ll admit to thinking about it at times, but I’ve never had a chance to try it out. Now, to get back to what we were talking about before you went off on a tangent, you are right. I tend to be a quiet, introspective person, and you are not. I’m sure there are those people who think I’m too quiet, too introspective, and I know now you’re one of them, as you’ve said so often enough. I wouldn’t be surprised if you can inject a little action and uncertainty into my life, which I probably need. At the same time, I might be able to inject a little control and stability into your life that I think you recognize that you need and would also like to have. Am I still right?”

“Maybe a little,” she replied shyly. “I’ve liked going different places and doing different things, but I always have been searching for a place where I can like to stay.”

“I have no idea whether my house might be that place,” he said. “But I’ll tell you this much: there’s no way to find out other than to go and find out. I can’t make that decision for you but I will make that offer.”

“Bob,” she said. “You know you don’t have to stick a ball gag in my mouth to get me to be quiet. Your tongue will work quite well.”

“So be it,” he laughed, rolling a little to kiss her as she raised her head to meet his, never taking her hand away from his hard penis, playing with it a little. While he was mostly concentrating on the kiss, how wonderful her mouth tasted and how warm and comfortable he felt with her in his arms, in the back of his head he knew the ball was in her court. He’d made the offer, for what it was worth; whether she took him up on it was her call. He thought he’d answered her primary objections. If she took him up on it there were going to be obvious problems, but at the same time there would be some good things, and this was one of them.

Their kiss went on for a long, long time, just lying there and enjoying the taste of each other. Finally, she pulled away and said, “You’re ready to go again, aren’t you?”

“Well, you do turn me on,” he purred. “You have a very cuddly body, and it’s fun to kiss you, even if just to keep you quiet.”

“It’s fun when you do it,” she giggled. “And you have me so horny again that I can’t believe it. How about if you let me be on top this time?”

“If you want, it’s fine with me,” he said in agreement.

She threw back the covers and rolled on top of him, spreading her legs so they were on either side of him. He could feel her grab it and fumble with it to guide it into her, and then he could feel the warm wetness of her body descending on it. “Oh, that feels good, so very good,” she said, almost conversationally but with a fuzz in it that told him that she was getting turned on by it, too. He expected her to start pumping on him, but she as she settled, she squirmed around a little trying to get it even deeper into her. The position left his hands free, and he reached up with one hand to feel for her breast; finding it, he cupped and cuddled it as his other hand went down, to reach for her clit. “Ohhh, Bob, that feels nice,” she said. “But not just now, please.”

“Fine with me,” he said, taking his hand from her crotch and reaching for her other boob. “Oh, I love that too,” she said, just holding still and enjoying the sensation of being impaled on him. “Bob, I want you to know that I appreciate your offer, since I know that if I accept it I’ll be able to do this a lot more often than in the past,” she began. “You are just the right size to fill me full without overfilling me, and I like that. You know, I’ve often thought about the fact that boys have dicks and girls have boobs, they’re both very special but they both must get in the way at times. I mean, I can’t imagine how I’d feel to have something like that in my pants. Sometime I must ask Eve how she feels to not have it there after having put up with it for so long. I mean, I appreciate her but I don’t think I’d want to be a boy, even if I could be. Did you ever hear that song from the fifties, ‘I Enjoy Being a Girl’? Well, Bob, I enjoy being a girl and can’t imagine being a boy if for no more reason than I can’t imagine that it could feel any better to have my dick stuck in a girl as it feels to have a dick stuck in me.”

Bob wanted to tell her to get to the point, since he really enjoyed feeling himself in her, her weight on his thighs while he played with her boobs. But he also understood her well enough to know that she was still nervous about the offer and this was her way of talking it out. She’d keep up her patter while she was rolling it over in her mind. When he got right down to it, this was an excellent way to wait her out, buried in her soft, firm wetness, occasionally feeling her breasts as she continued. He was so excited that he thought he could explode at any second, even though he knew he was nowhere near coming.

“And boobs! Boobs, Bob! I love having boobs,” she continued at an unbroken pace. “They feel so special, they may be one of the best parts of being a girl. I usually wear a bra but sometimes I don’t just so I can feel my nipples rub against my shirt. It turns me on, Bob, it turns me on a lot sometimes. That doesn’t happen with guys, does it? They don’t know what they’re missing, not having boobs like I have them, so soft and sensitive. But guys like to play with girl’s boobs, like you’re playing with mine, don’t they? And you can’t believe how much I love having you play with them like you are now. It just feels so good! I’d love it if you were able to do it a lot more, this has been the perfect way to end a perfect evening and I wish it could go on forever. But Bob, I really wonder about this. While I think I’d love to live with you and love you and fuck you whenever I could, I don’t want to think that you’re putting yourself out for me for pure charity because you’re sorry for me. I wouldn’t want to think that you’ve made this offer because it gives you a body to fuck for free with great regularity, maybe even as much as I’d like to have you do it. Bob, I really like you and this is really very sudden, and I don’t know what to think about it. I just know that I’m really enjoying feeling you in me right now and I’m sure it’s affecting my thinking. I mean, come on Bob, I’ve got your dick up inside me and how can I think straight when it’s so far inside it’s rubbing my heart? I mean, Bob, there’s a part of me that says, yes, let’s get on with it, let’s throw caution to the wind and go all the way. But there’s a part of me that says this is too good to be true, so many things have fallen apart for me in the past and I don’t want something good like this to fall apart on me too, and I don’t know what to think Bob. Except that I’d like you to put your hand back down where you had it, it drives me wild when you do that, and right at the moment that maybe the best thing I ever … oh, yes, just like that,” she said as he followed her desires.

He could feel and even smell that she was really, really turned on, just from sitting here and riding him like the way she was doing. Her breathing became more erratic and deep, and her voice broke up at moments while she continued on, “Oh, my God, that feels so good when you do that to me … it just makes me wish you could do it … for ever and ever. I know we can’t do that and I know I would … really miss being able to do it if I don’t take you … up on it, but I’d feel so sorry if things fell apart that I might never be able to enjoy things like … this again. And, oh, I love it when you … oh, God, that feels so good, don’t stop, don’t stop … did you ever think about how … close good and God are as words … they really sort of mean … the same thing, don’t they?” Her voice began to rise, and Bob could start to feel that she was getting close, just from riding him and from him playing with her. “And oh, I mean, oh God, I really, oh God Oh I love that, Oh, God, Bob, Oh God, Bob, Bob, Oh, I love that OHHHHHHHHH!”

Her body bucked in excitement as the orgasm overcame her, and for a moment she couldn’t talk any more. Finally she said softly, “Oh, God, I love that. You can do that to me anytime you want to. You’re pretty close, aren’t you?”

“Very close, but you can take your time,” he said. “I don’t mind waiting while you pull yourself together.”

“Oh, but I want you to feel as good as I feel,” she said in a voice that seemed a little bit dazed, but as she spoke she twisted around a little to be able to move easier. He felt her withdraw, then slide down on him, once, again, then again, then steadily, each stroke feeling wonderful, somehow better than the last. “Oh, God, I love that,” she said again. “Oh, it feels so wonderful to have you inside me, I don’t know why I ever decided to stay away … Oh, God, Oh, God, Bob, it feels, OHHHHHH!” She may have said something else, but if she did he wasn’t aware of it, because he was over the top, which probably had as much to do with setting her off as anything.

Finally, they could do little but stay there, both taking deep breaths while he was still plugged into her like a plug into a wall socket, with considerable electricity still passing between them. It was some minutes before she smiled down at him and said, “OK, I think that qualifies us for a cigarette.”

“Yeah, I definitely think that counts,” he agreed, still pulling himself together. This was the third time in … how long? Had to be more than an hour, but no idea, he hadn’t looked at his watch and didn’t particularly care to just then. She moved herself off him and lay down beside him as he reached for the pack of cigarettes on the bedside stand. Once again, he lit the cigarette and used the light from the lighter to look at her face, with the inexpressible but satisfied smile it wore, hiding whatever it was that was really going on behind it.

She took a drag on the cigarette, a long, deep one, held it and blew out the smoke. “Bob?” she said softly.

“Yes?”

“I think so, but I’d like to sleep on it, if you don’t mind.”

He let go of a brief smile as he took the cigarette back, so he could have a drag himself. “I don’t mind,” he said finally. “So long as you’re sleeping with me.”

“Well, yes,” she laughed. “That’s what I meant. I thought you realized that.”

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