. Moira and Kerry, wherever you are now, I remember you with
more than fondness. Moira and friends In the beginning I was waiting for my friend, best friend
actually, to finish a phone call so we could break for lunch when I heard her laugh. A deep throaty
laugh that put chills down to my toes. I stood and held up one finger to buddy Dave and homed in on
her sound. Her office door was wide open but all I could see was her upper back and head. red hair
over a petit frame. She glanced up from her notepad and saw my reflection in her window. "Hi," I
said and grinned at her mirrored face. She spun her chair around and asked, "Can I help you?" Her
smile caused another ripple of pleasure for me. "I was waiting for Dave to get off the phone so we
could go to lunch when I heard you laugh." She looked past me out her door then up at my face. Her
eyes were green. "Yes, and?" she asked. "I had to come find out who could put goose bumps on me
with a laugh." She smiled big, her full delicious red lips curving sweetly. I felt a strong desire
to know the taste of her mouth, the feel of her lips on mine. "Rich, where are you?" Dave called
from the hallway. Giving her my best smile, "We're going to lunch at the deli. Please join us. My
name's Richard Peters." Stepping forward, I held out my hand. She stood and took it in hers. "Moira
O'Rourk." Her hand was tiny, warm and soft. Her smile flickered, our eyes locked, a long moment of
silence as we connected. We just stood there, holding hands, smiling broadly into each others eyes.
No words needed. "Rich, let's go. I'm starving." Dave's irritated voice behind me broke our
connection. I don't remember what I had for lunch, don't remember much of Dave. Time was a blur of
full red lips and green eyes. Dancing green eyes. Smiling Irish eyes. I wrote her number on the
palm of my hand. "Let me have yours," she said. I reached for her left hand and turned it palm up.
I grinned at her and wrote my number on her soft skin, lightly caressing her with the pen point. I
pressed our palms together. Our eyes locked for a long moment. She laughed. I goose bumped and
shivered. Connection. She felt it, I felt it. We both knew what was happening. "Call you? Tonight.
Eight o'clock?" She nodded then shook her head. "Nine thirty. I have to..." Her eyes tightened.
"After my daughter's in bed." Her eyes held mine as if asking a question. I grinned at her.
"Perfect." Her eyes smiled again. The afternoon flew by in a glorious haze of sparkly sunlight. A
calm joy tickled me. This woman's going to be significant, important was all I could think. I felt
a sweet peaceful certainty. That evening I waited and puttered, eager for nine thirty to arrive. At
eight the phone rang. "Hi," she said. "My daughters exhausted from gymnastics. She's gone to bed
early. So I called." "Can I come over?" She laughed. I shivered, feeling delighted, a little
flustered. Like a little boy cavorting in front of the prettiest girl in the whole school. "Mmm,"
she breathed softly as if pleased. "Synchronicity," I said and paused. "That's what I'm feeling
right now. All afternoon." I listened to her breathing, wishing I could feel it on my neck. Goose
bumps. "May I? Tonight. Right now?" She was waiting for me in her open doorway. She'd changed from
her corporate dress into dark flowing slacks and a cream silky shiny blouse. I stood on her porch
and just stared. "How tiny almost, she is," I thought. My hand moved up to her face. I trickled my
finger tips down her cheek. She turned her face to nuzzle my palm, her breath warm against my skin.
Her hand moved to hold mine tight against her cheek. I slid my fingers back under her ear and
stroked her temple with my thumb. Her hair soft, silky. I bent and softly stroked her lips with
mine. "Mmm," was all I could say. She took my hand down and backed into the house, drawing me with
her. I kicked the door shut as she pulled me towards a hallway. A dream dance to her bed. She put
one knee on the bed and pivoted to face me, reaching for my shoulders. I kicked off my shoes and
reached for her waist with both hands. Tiny waist, warm under silk. I pressed my thumbs into her
taut belly muscles. She slid her hands down my arms and pulled me to her, pressing her cheek
against my chest. I dropped my face to her hair and wrapped her in my arms. "Your heart..." she
started. "Is yours," I finished, laughing softly. "I know," she sighed. We lay engrossed. Arms and
legs moving slowly against each other as we told our stories. My casual current relationships, her
occasionally intimate friend. We glossed over our work day lives and moved to travels and
pleasures. We shared our joy with the opera, our annoyance with crowded lift lines, the serenity of
cross country skiing. Snuggling while at the movies. Free beaches. Squash. Dancing. "Who was your
first love?" she asked. "And when?" "High school. She was Prom Queen and graduating class
valedictorian. Brains and graceful beauty." "Did you tell her you loved her?" "Couldn't. Wouldn't,
she barely knew my name. She was "A" list. I was "G" list. I was geek before the word was stolen
from carnival lingo." "Did you fantasize about her?" "No. I just couldn't use her for my sexual
fantasies. Two or maybe three of the cheerleaders starred in my masturbatory sessions." "Did you
masturbate a lot?" "Yes. Four times a day at least." "What did you think about? What did you like
to do with your cheerleaders?" "Straight missionary or doggy." "No BJ's?" "Back then, that was
disgusting." "How about anal?" "Wasn't even aware then. Watched my parents some and all they did
was missionary. Except the one time I saw my mother on her hands and knees." "Did it turn you on to
watch them?" "No. But it pleased me that they enjoyed each other. They were very loving, had a
tender sexuality together. Do you see that image?" "Yes, I like it." She told me of her first love,
a cousin three years older. That she never let him know but felt he understood as he was always
warmly affectionate with her. We shared our first times. Me, a high school senior and her, a
college freshman. Her boy had squirted on her belly during their first attempt. I chuckled and told
her I'd done about the same. We hugged and giggled over that revelation. "I'm a bit kinky," she
whispered. "I am so shocked! How can an intelligent woman admit to that?" She dug her fingers into
my ribs. "Don't try to tease. I'm serious. I like public places. If we could do it in the park, I'd
love it." She pulled her head back to look into my eyes." I could only grin at her laughing eyes.
"I like mountain meadows at high noon." She rubbed her belly against me. "Am I turning you on?"
"Yes." "You're not hard." "I am very aroused by you." Her lips nibbled across my cheek. Her breath
warm against my skin. "You're flattering me, aren't you? You're savoring this, aren't you?" "Yes.
Savoring is a good word. I'm savoring you," I repeated her words slowly in a throaty murmur against
her ear. "Now I'm going to savor your sweet silky body." "Richard, I'll warn you now. I will
retaliate," she mumbled against my ear. I pulled her blouse up and bent to her breast. Just a
handfull, like a blueberry muffin with a rubbery berry right on top. She sighed and shivered as I
licked and sucked and blew cool air on her skin. She wiggled out of her blouse and I cupped her
tiny so hot crotch. Her hips surged against me, distracting her from my shirt buttons. "I feel like
a Wendy's hamburger," she moaned. "What?" "Hot and juicy," she chortled. I pulled my shirt over my
head, grinning broadly into her face. "Hey, that's my job," she scolded. I thrust my hips at her
and she stripped open my jeans, the brass buttons popping like popcorn. She tugged them down taking
my briefs along for the ride. I pushed her onto her back and stripped her slacks down to her knees.
She raised her legs straight up and I pulled them straight up and off. Her trim little legs and
round butt presented to me. Couldn't resist, I dove for her belly and kissed my way down to her
"Hot and Juicy". "Yiee," she screamed softly and clamped her thighs around my neck driving my chin
into the bed between her legs. My tongue a wild thing seeking her core. I pivoted over her, wanting
her mouth on me. She turned her face away and I stroked her forehead and cheek with my dick trying
to find her mouth. She shook her head back and forth. "Suck me. Suck it. My clit." Her belly
muscles twitched then twanged. "Ah, ah, ah, oh. I'm." Her belly rippled like a horse's flank
shaking off flys. "Ai, ai, ai. There," she groaned and collapsed into the bed. Her thighs split,
releasing my head. I was lost in this woman. I wanted her. Badly. I felt a furious rampage of lust.
I wanted to mark her. Make her mine, all mine. Consumed, ingested. Part of me forever. My dick was
hot against her sweaty face. I spun and straddled her chest bending my dick down to her lips. "No.
I don't... want to," she groaned. "Yes, open your mouth." "No, don't want it in..." She shook her
head back and forth. "Yes, stick your tongue out or I'll tickle you," I warned. The tip of her
tongue peeped out. I brushed my dick across her lips and tongue softly. "More." Her little pointed
tongue slid straight out like a tiny pink penis and I rubbed the underside of my dick over it, back
and forth. "More." Her tongue disappeared for a moment then came back.

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 "Taste good?" "No," she
mumbled, trying not to open her lips. "Open." "No." "Yes. Open." I lightly brushed my dick across
her face as she shook her head less vehemently than before. "Open your mouth. I want to come in
your mouth." "Noooo," she moaned. I slid my dick between her pursed lips and felt her tongue trying
to escape. "Lick it. Make me come," I growled softly. She shook her head giving me a nice sideways
rub. "Ah, that's nice. Lick it and suck harder." I lifted her head and slid two inches into her
mouth. She sucked softly then started wiping her tongue back and forth under the head. A writhing
snake laving my dick head. I groaned and held still, tensing while she brought me closer and
closer. "Ah, feels so good, Moira. You're really doing it," I groaned through gritted teeth.
Finally, I pulled away, realizing I'd almost lost it. I slid down over her and kissed her open,
gasping mouth, tasting my saltiness. Her hands grabbed my head and she pushed my face back from
hers. "You put your cock in my mouth," she accused in a little girl voice. "Yes." "You made me do
it." "You liked it." "You forced me." "No." "Yes, you forced me to suck you." "You liked it." "You
made me do it." "Wanna do it again?" She didn't answer. "Do it again?" "Get off me." I rolled off
and knelt beside her. She sat up and wiping her mouth, crawled to the edge of the bed. She slumped,
dangling her shins over the edge. After a moment she sighed. "My mouth is too small." She looked
appraisingly at me. "I can't handle more than a couple of inches." She looked down at her hands,
her hair a swaying dark curtain in the dim light. "I noticed." I moved close behind her and wrapped
my arms around her waist and my legs around her butt. She leaned her head back against my shoulder
and looked up into my face. "I was going to let you come in my mouth," she sighed. "Why did you
stop?" "'Cause I didn't want you to just let me." I kissed her forehead. "You had your tongue
buried in me so why not?" "I love putting my tongue in you. You're delicious and it gives you a
nice come." "Yes, it did. A very nice one." She licked my throat. "You're salty." "How did you feel
when I was forcing you?" "I felt trapped. You were sitting on my chest and I couldn't move. You
held my head and pushed your cock in my face." "And?" "I felt so helpless. You could do anything
you wanted to me and there was nothing I could do to stop you." She licked my chest again. "So I
just gave up and did what you told me to do." She shuddered against me. "Was it bad? Was I scaring
you?" "No, it wasn't bad or scary. When you started poking that thing in my face I didn't want to
but..." She pulled her head up and looked at me intently. "I started getting into it." She stopped
talking and her eyes narrowed. She thought for a moment before continuing. "You were dominating me
in such a gentle but persistant way, almost like you were teasing and I liked it after I realized
that all I had to do was say 'stop' and you would." I hugged her lightly, "Yeah, I felt that." "You
felt it? What do you mean?" "Empathy. I'm very aware of peoples feelings, especially yours." I
stroked her back from shoulder to butt. "Your skin is a role model for silk. I love the feel of
you." "Don't change the subject. You know I'm an alpha female at work and for me to say you're a
beta male is probably too generous." "Yup. You make decisions and I make recommendations." I
stroked her back up and down slowly before cupping and squeezing her butt. "Stop that. You can play
with my butt later. I'm.." I cut her off. "I can talk and fondle butt at the same time." "It's
distracting. You're putting zingies up my spine." "Good grief girl, what do you think your licking
me is doing to me?" "Okay, I'll stop." "You already did." "Shall I do it again?" "No, it's my turn
now." I ducked my head to her firm breast and licked salty skin. "More zingies," she groaned.
"Mmmm," I mumbled around her nipple. I felt her arm start jiggling. She was rubbing fast with three
slick fingers pressed hard and flat against her pussy. "Harder," she moaned. I bit harder and
twisted her other nipple lightly. "Oh, it's close. A nice little one." I chewed her al dente nipple
with my teeth. "Yess." She came with a little lurch against me. "Ah, so good. It's nice to be held
and come soft," she panted. "Dreamy little come." Her head lolled back against my shoulder and I
brushed my mouth over hers, inhaling her warm, sweet breath. "Your cock got hard, you voyeur." She
reached around to stroke the few inches standing above her thigh. She slid off the bed to the floor
and scrambled to her knees. "Come here, you naughty man," she said in a soft purring voice. She
pulled my butt to the edge of the bed and smiling up at me, kissed the head of my dick making it
twitch. She laughed and started licking around the head making me groan. "Put it in your mouth. Do
it like you did before." Giving orders while I could still talk. She sucked like a nursing baby.
Short hard pulses that were going to short circuit my brain very soon. She started jacking my dick
with one little hand, the other busy between her legs. "Sucking good," I moaned trying to hold back
for just a little longer. I forced my body to relax and grabbed her head, pulling her off. "Sit.
Put your back against the side of the bed." I kneeled on the floor before her, my dick twitching in
front of her face. I pushed forward to her lips and she opened her mouth slightly. I nudged her
lips and she let me slide in. I put both hands on the bed and starting slowly fucking her mouth
going ever so slightly deeper with each stroke. She gagged, I pulled out and didn't move while she
coughed. Her mouth opened, one little hand palmed my balls and the other started stroking me.
Faster and faster she stroked. "I want it. Give it to me." She chanted, "Come, come, come." Her
tongue flicked back and forth under my dick faster than an old Sicilian mandolin player's pick.
"Argh," I grunted and squirted molten semen. She gagged when the first spurt splatted the back of
her throat. Time seemed to stop. A moment stretching to minutes. I felt another burning blob coming
down the pipe and groaned in pain/pleasure. "God, god, good," I groaned. It coated her tongue as I
felt yet another one coming. I lurched forward and she got more than two inches. I could feel her
throat clenching and releasing around my dick head as she swallowed. Nirvana, Valhala or some
Kingdom of Heaven was on me. As well as Moira's tongue. She sucked hard then started a gentle
nursing. The electric charges zapping my skin slowly faded to pleasant warm tingles. I sighed. She
nursed. I shivered. She chuckled. Try that with a sensitive dick in your mouth, ladies. Please.
"Mommy, what's he doing to you?" I slumped forward, pressing my elbows into the bed and turned my
head towards the sound. The words beginning to register. "Don't you hurt my mommy!" A Raggedy Ann
doll swung by an angry little girl hit my forehead. Moira toppled me over with a push and held out
her arms. "I'm okay, Aly. Come here, sweety." The little girl stumbled over my shins and was pulled
onto her mother's lap. Glaring, Aly tried to stomp my shin with her tiny foot. I moved quickly to
sit on my butt trying to hide my spit dripping dick. "What was he doing to you, mommy? Why was he
yelling at you? Who is he?" Moira hugged her little daughter into her lap and kissed her cheek.
"He's my friend and we were just playing a game, honey pie." Ever graceful, I waved and choked,
"Awk, um. Hi, big girl, I'm Richard. What's your name?" She just gaped at me. She looked at her
mother's face and reached out to touch a finger tip to a shiney glob on her chin. "What's this?
Were you screwing him, mommy? With your mouth?" Moira mumbled something into her daughters ear.
"You were having fun? But you told me you only did that with daddy. Is he going to be my daddy?"
She turned to inspect my face. "My name's Alison. I want a daddy 'cause I've never had one," she
smiled coyly at me, her anger and fright replaced by curiousity. Moira shrugged at me and made the
exasperated face of a parent stuck on a hardball question. I scooted on my butt closer to Moira's
side. "Can I call you Aly? That's a nice name." The winning charm of the articulate Irish kicking
in. A part of me was watching Aly and her mother. Another part was watching me as I tried to figure
out how to help desensitize the situation. "Be Casual. Go gently. Show affection to Moira. Sweet
talk Aly," my thoughts flew fast. "Think, lame brain. What would my dad have done if I'd walked in
on him and mom? My mother? No, forget that." I looked at Moira and stroked her shoulder. She looked
at me and smiled. I smiled and gave a little laugh. "Classic scene, classic line," I chuckled.
Moira gave me a quizical look. "Mommy, what's he doing to you?" I quoted in a squeeky voice. Moira
grinned and tried to laugh but didn't pull it off. "Then she hit me with Raggedy Ann!" I laughed
louder. Moira tried to hold back her smile then laughed for real. Aly's face showed she thought she
was dealing with crazy people. "Go back to bed, sweet heart. Give me a minute and Mummie will come
tuck you in." Attributed to Truman Capote "What did you do this morning?" "I put in a comma." "What
did you do this afternoon?" "I took it out."

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