Barnabus

Written:            7/26/06 – 12/31/10

Revised:           xx/xx/xx

(M/F, Romance, Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), cons, first time.)

SUBJECT:

            Barbara Gordon (and her alter ego, Batgirl), a 27-year-old virgin librarian and heroine,  decides she wants to change her life style.

BACKGROUND:

            This is a love story more than a bang-em-up/bondage/abuse story.  It's a little out of character for this site, but that's the way it turned out.

            In this story starts with Batgirl as a virgin.  I wanted Batgirl (Barbara Gordon) to be a mature woman, at least 25, but still young enough to have her youthful idealism, so I made her 27.  (Artistic license.)

WARNING:

This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature.   If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.  

            Batgirl and Barbara Gorden are copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. I am borrowing them for my own pleasure.   Peter belong to me. 

This is a work of fiction.   This story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it.  It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided they are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind.  This  includes ‘adult verification sites’.  This story may NOT be posted to any site requiring an AVS where money is involved, or an AVS which sells its mailing list or member’s information to outsiders.  (Hey, let’s be fair!  If I’m not going to make money from my work, why should someone else?)

            (If you do copy this story to another web page, please give me the courtesy of an e-mail, so I can see where my work is going.  Who knows?  Maybe you’ll introduce me to a new favorite website!) 

            Birth control is used, and, of course, in 'real life’ every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.

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Chapter 1.  The nightcap.

            “It happens that I'm staying in this hotel.  Would you like to come up to my room for a nightcap?” 

Barbara hesitated.  She dropped her eyes and felt her face flushing as red as a stop light.  Even to her, it was obvious that the invitation for a “nightcap” would cover much more than just another drink.   Was she ready for this?  After all, she wanted a man, she wanted sex, and Peter was nice and appeared to be a man of the world, experienced, sophisticated, . . . someone who knew the ropes.  Was she ready to lose her virginity?  To him?

            His eyes were imploring her, asking her. 

            Barbara took a deep breath.  She was 27 and not getting any younger!  She had to start somewhere, and Peter was a much better choice than the men who frequent the bar scene.  Once more, she counted days in her head.   Then, embarrassed at what she was doing, she dropped her eyes and nodded, knowing with reasonable certainty that she was committing herself.  While Peter settled up the bill, she adjusted her makeup using a small mirror in her compact.  She took a minute to look into her own eyes.  This would probably be the last time she would be looking into those eyes as a virgin.  The thought thrilled and terrified her!

            Peter corked the unfinished bottle of Barbara’s wine and took it with them as they went upstairs.   Babs had remained touchingly naive, even virginal, as the evening had progressed.  She radiated innocence, or at least, lack of experience. He hoped that it wasn’t because she was frigid, but rather because she was naive and untried.  If he could get her to loosen up, maybe she would be good, even wild in bed!  He looked forward to testing that hypothesis.

To Peter, it was obvious that a full-fledged mating dance and seduction were in progress.

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Peter was a businessman who was in town to close a business deal.  As soon as his business was completed, Peter would be returning home, probably on Tuesday or Wednesday of the next week.  In the meantime, he would enjoy having a bed warmer.  Barbara was attractive in a scrubbed, unremarkable way, red hair falling to her shoulders and flipped out.  Her eyes were green and, if he concentrated on the depths of her eyes, he could easily believe she was really a very beautiful girl!  Her wardrobe was well chosen to complement her coloring and figure. 

Barbara looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties.  The thought that she might be a virgin never seriously entered his mind.  It was unlikely that a woman of that age would still be a virgin, but still, The entire exercise of wining and dining her was intended to get her into his bed: either for the night, or better still for the weekend, especially if she was as innocent as she seemed to be. 

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            Barbara, on the other hand, was hesitatingly crossing new boundaries, entering a new frontier.  She was a 27 year-old virgin and dissatisfied with her status in life.  At age 25, she had reconsidered her giving up her virginity, but was overwhelmed by the effort that would be required to change that condition.  She had fond memories of her college days where she 'fooled around' a little. But her strict moral upbringing had kept her from going very far in any relationship with a boy.  Once she was out of college, she was hired by the Gotham City Library and had developed her career as Batgirl.  For a while, she had tried to mix a social life with her Batgirl career, but soon recognized the conflict between the two activities:  If she was on a date and she received a call for Batgirl, how could she suddenly terminate her date so that she could don her cape and cowl?    Gotham city needed Batgirl!  As a result, she had put her social life on the shelf.

            Looking back over her Batgirl career, she realized how lucky she had been.  She still had her virginity.  She had never been raped, although she had been groped frequently enough.  But recently, she had been captured and came very close to being raped before she had been rescued.

            Afterwords, she reflected on the incident, and bitterly came to the conclusion that she didn't want to lose her virginity by being captured and raped by some villain.  She wanted to chose her own mate, and determine for herself when and to whom she would give her virtue.

            Barbara was also afraid she was losing her edge.  And as her confidence of maintaining  her status as Batgirl began to waver, it seemed that her craving for companionship, MALE companionship began to grow.

            The emptiness of life as a heroine cloyed at her.  Most of her friends from college were married and had children.  They had drifted away:  some were already becoming soccer moms!  All Babs had was her cape and the satisfaction that came from all of the good she had done as a crime-fighter.  But all of the honors she had gained did nothing to satisfy her craving for a more normal life. 

            Babs wanted a man in her life!  To be more correct, perfectly honest, Barbara wanted sex . . . hot sweaty, grunting sex.  She wanted endless passion that would last all afternoon!  Or maybe all night!  Or maybe <i>both.</i>  And eventually she wanted a husband and children.  If that was incompatible with her existence as Batgirl, then maybe it was time to hang up her cape. 

            She had paid a visit to Fredrickfs to purchase some sexy underwear and sleepwear.  And hired hired a makeup consultant.  She had even seen the 'bra lady' to be properly fitted with essential body wear that would present her most advantageously.   The 'bra ladyh had commented that Barbara was in such good condition that she really didn't require her services: but Barbara had insisted and purchased her products anyhow, even though 'the new purchase would only minimally improve Barbara's naturally perfect figure.    Then, over the past couple of months, Batgirl had been 'taking herself off the roster', so that she would not receive calls and Babs had committed herself to the experimented with the nightclub and bar scene.

            The results had been terrible!  The occasional interesting prospect she had found (and there had been precious few) only wanted to get her drunk and get into her pants.

            Just as Barbara was about to give up in abject frustration, Peter had walked into the library to do some research.  When he had completed his work, he had spent some time chatting with her, and had invited her out to dinner at a fine hotel-restaurant that Friday. .  After a moment's hesitation, Babs accepted.

            At dinner, Peter proved to be witty, a good conversationalist, and generally fun to be with.  Both spent the night chatting and eying each other.  They sat and talked long after dinner was finished sipping cognac.  They held hands as the conversation went on. And ultimately,  Since he was renting a room in the same hotel, he had invited her to his room 'for a nightcap'.

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His room was, in fact, a suite, the bedroom off the living room.  The living room contained a kitchen area with a refrigerator, small stove, a wet sink and a tile floor.

Peter poured them each some wine, and they sipped, before he took the glass from her hand, put it on the table and gently, but firmly took her into his arms.

            Babs was lightheaded from the wine, although she had been careful not to get drunk.  Still, she was enjoying a pleasant buzz as Peter’s lips approached hers, stopping, perhaps a quarter of an inch from hers.  Barbara waited, expectantly, then she closed the distance between them.

            The kiss was warm and pleasant, almost dreamy.  Soon, he was kissing his way down her neck and past her shoulder.  Barbara held her breath as his lips drew nearer her breasts, even though she was still fully clothed.  She exhaled and as his lips nibbled at her mounds, quickly finding the concealed nipples.  She was surprised when his lips toyed with her nipples.  After all she expected his hands go to her breasts once he had kisses her seriously?   Gently, his teeth grasped her nipples through her clothes and she thrust out her bosom to him.

Her nipples tingled in a most unexpected but gratifying manner.  She sensed the warmth and wetness forming between her legs and realized that her body was preparing for what was coming.  Always the prim and proper librarian, she had never permitted herself to be in this situation before.  She had never experienced these reactions before.  But obviously her body knew what to do and how to prepare. 

            She was here in this man's room because she wanted to be here.  And she wanted what was about to happen.  As distracting as it might be, she tried to enjoy the throbbing in her breasts and the wonderful sexual energy that was invigorating her entire body.

            The zipper slid down the back of her dress, and, not sure how to respond, Barbara slipped his jacket from his shoulders.  He had to stand upright to let his jacket fall to the floor.  

            Pulling down his tie with one hand, he turned off the light in the room with the other.  Still uncertain, she played with the buttons on his shirt, opening them one by one.  Kissing her forehead to reward her efforts, he unbuttoned his cuffs, loosened his belt and slipped out of his shoes.  He timed his actions so that his pants fell to the floor as Barbara finished opening his shirt.  He slid her loose dress from her shoulders.  She slipped the shirt down her arms.

            Taking her hand, he led her into the bedroom, where he sat on the bed to remove his socks.  Even with the lights turned out, the room was still fairly well lit and Barbara realized that light from the street was pouring in through the window.  Stepping out of her comfortable slip-on shoes (she was bare-legged), she moved to the window to pull down the shade.

            Turning back, she found that Peter had finished his task and had slipped beneath the sheets of the bed.  Observantly, Barbara noticed that his boxers were lying on top of his socks.

Chapter 2: Barbara revealed

            With the shade down and in relative darkness, and knowing that he was probably naked beneath the sheets, Barbara reached behind her back to unhook her bra.  Crossing the room to the bed, she slid the bra from her shoulders and let it drop.  Even as she approached his bed, Barbara felt as nervous and shy as any girl coming into her womanhood.

            Peter watched her.  There was abundant light coming around the edges of the window shade to show her silhouette as she removed the bra.  Her ‘B’ or ‘C cup’ breasts were high and beautifully proportioned.  Yielding only slightly to gravity, they scarcely changed shape as the bra was released and removed. 

            Peter admired Barbara's body.  It was not the body of a slim teenager, but well filled out.  She had the voluptuous body of a fully grown woman in her late twenties or so.  Mature, ripe.  Not yet approaching decrepitness that comes with old age.

            She hesitantly approached and slid in beside him, pulling the sheet up to her chin.  Peterfs arm slid under her shoulders.

            ran his soft, smooth hands over her chest and then her breasts which he softly cupped and fondled. She arched her back in pleasure as he grazed the tops of her bare, pert nipples… barely touching them with his index finger.

            In bed, covered by a sheet, Barbara lay back.  Her green eyes dropped, and she was able to feel as well as see the outline of his hand moving beneath the sheet, even though the room was dark  His fingers very gently, but very possessively, examined her perfectly proportioned breasts as they jounced enticingly before his lusty, greedy eyes. She gasped as his hands very gently clasped her. If she had left her bra on, it would have taken him a little longer to get to her breasts.

            “They’re nice,” he commented, still exploring her bare breasts.

            Whereas Barbara had always been 'good looking', she had never exactly been what you’d call, ‘an arm piece,’ so she had never overly hada lot of attention from men.  Peter was a good-looking guy, and had the advantage of being an out-of-town stranger.

            Peter’s explorations were thorough and rapid.  Filled with trepidation, Barbara was afraid to move awaiting his judgment as he studied her, her fear growing exponentially as she waited his reaction.

            Babs trembled as is fingertips grazed her nipples.

            e looked up at her and asked simply, “does that hurt you?”

            Still holding her breath in fearful anticipation, Barbara shook her head. 

            Again she shook her head, afraid to breath.  “They’re sensitive.  I was born that way.  It’s always been like that.”

            “Oh,” he commented, accepting her words.

Even though Barbara's breasts had been mauled occasionally by villains, she still had the same fear that every virgin has when she is with her first man:  would her breasts be good enough for him?  Would he like them.

             Saying nothing more, Peter bent down and kissed her nipple!  A great gasp of relief escaped from Barbara!

            He kissed the nipple again and began nibbling on it, sending astonishing sensations flashing through out Barbara.  And he began to suck on the sweet flesh.. “Oh!” she cried as his lips closed over her nipple, possessively drawing the sensitive nub into his mouth.  She had never realized that her nipples were <I>this</I> sensitive!

            He raised his eyes to hers, questioning.

            “It’s all right!” she whispered back.  Already her breath was coming faster. And she could make out his smile as he began dividing his time between her nipples.  Barbara gave an involuntary shudder as he sucked on her.  This was the first time she had been voluntarily in an intimate situation with a man since she had been in college.  And she wasn't sure what to do or how to act. 

            Sure, in college she had fooled around a bit, but never 'gone all the way'.  But now, tonight, she was in a man's bed in his hotel room, virtually naked.  She was here because she had chosen to be here.  Because she wanted to be here.  And tonight she had every intention of  'going <i>all the way</i>'.

            Barbara raised her hands to steady her breasts, presenting them to his mouth.  When he touched, squeezed and caresses bare flesh, she jumped,  groaned and grunted.

His lips sucking on her sent incredible thrills through her body.  She put her hands on his shoulders, pulling him to her.  Then, clenching and releasing her fists, her hands came to rest palms up beside her shoulders as his hand caressed her torso.  Again, she held her breath as his hand slid down her stomach and covered her Mons, gently touching her through her Victoria’s Secret panties.  He began to caress her and Barbara moaned her mind shutting down completely.  A jolt of pure pleasure ripped through her body centering in her groin and her nipples.  She didn’t know what he was doing, but whatever it was, he Certainly was doing it right!  She actually felt herself getting wetter!   What was he doing to her?  The way he was touching her, she knew she didn’t want to remain a virgin any longer! 

            His hand slipped inside her panties and Barbara whimpered as his fingers caressed her most intimate and sensitive areas, separated her lips, gently exploring her most private of places.  She gasped and clamped down as his finger began to enter her, but purposefully relaxed her muscles for him.  Peter looked up into her eyes and saw from the expression on her face that, nervous as she was, she was about ready to explode.  That was until he reached her hymen, when she clamped down again.

            Peter didn’t move for a long moment. 

            “Are you a virgin, Barbara?”

            Suddenly embarrassed, Barbara bit her lower lip and nodded.  Would he laugh at her for still being a virgin at 27 years of age? 

            “And you are offering me your virginity?”

            She swallowed hard, and again she nodded.

            Barbara seemed so helpless and pure that Peter almost hesitated.  Almost! 

            But she was a grown woman and knew what she was doing. Her being a virgin would simply make this evening all the more pleasurable.  If she was willing to give it, he was more than willing to take it.  And if he handled her right, things could get better and better as the weekend progressed.

 “ I’m glad I’ll be your first!” he said simply.  It was the kind of thing a virgin wanted to hear. “I promise I'll be as gentle as I can.” He raised his hand to cradle her chin and kissed her deeply.  His kiss was warm, firm, even hungry, and intensely erotic!  Barbara could smell her own scent on his slightly damp fingers as he caressed her face.  Barbara enjoyed the kiss, even when he slid his hand back down over her body and slipped it inside the elastic band of her panties, again.  He begins caressing her bare flesh.

Peter decided it would be wiser to concentrate on pleasuring Barbara  first.  It would help to break down any remaining moral reservations she might possess, and secondly, it would get her nice and wet! 

            He was doing it again!  And once more, Barbara moaned as his magic fingers manipulated her.  Quickly she felt the magic streaming throughout her entire body.

            Suddenly Barbara's sensations doubled as his lips found her nipples and begin sucking as he touched her.  It absolutely made her brain tingle!

            Barbara was lost!  Her face flushed as his touch became more purposeful.  Resolutely, he focused on her pleasure!  Her breathing became panting, moaning and it was only when his lips covered hers in a deep kiss that she was kept from screaming at the very top of her lungs.  Even so,  her toes pointing at the ceiling and her tense nipples became even more taut.  She screamed in horror and delight into his mouth her back arching up as she soared over the top. 

            She screamed again and collapsed back on the bed as another climax hit her driving her into oblivion.  She was hopelessly lost in an orgasmic world of her own.  Lying weak from the mind-numbing explosion, Barbara slowly came back to her senses.

            Orgasm! 

            That must have been what she had experienced.

            Orgasm!  It really isn’t a very pretty word.  Certainly nothing in the word to indicate the paroxysmal intensity and excitement she had just felt.

            Climax!  Yes, that’s a better word!  <i>Climax</i>!

            Still semi-comatose, Barbara felt Peter moving.  Mindlessly, she followed his lead.  Meekly,  compliantly lifted her hips as He pulled a towel from beneath a pillow and slid it beneath her hips. Then Peter slid off her panties losing them in the bedding.    Even in the dark, Barbara smiled at him and let her legs move apart as Peter positioned himself between them.  Barbara was excited and eager.  But, like all virgins, she  was very afraid of losing her virginity.  But she also felt a hot passion filling her in anticipation of her deflowering.  She glanced down hoping to see his manhood, but it was too dark  for her to see anything except shadows.  His knees slipped beneath hers, lifting her thighs, drawing her heels closer to her bottom.  He kissed her, and she willingly kissed him back  when suddenly he separated her lower lips.  Instinctively, she trembled and spasmed and tried  to pull away.   Her senses were rapidly soaring.  She felt like a child attending her first carnival:  overwhelmed with the sensory stimulation.   Her eyes were barely focused, as she felt him move deeper, separating her lips.  A tickling thrill raced through her over stimulated body.  Reality began to return as Barbara realized he was taking her where she had never gone before.  And although she was still insensate, even numb from her orgasm, she knew what was coming and she didn't want to miss any part of it! 

He paused only long enough to ask if she was protected.  Of course she was.  Every superheroine was on birth control:  It went with the job.  Nevertheless, since he had offered, she asked him, on general principles, to use a condom.   

 Momentarily distracted, Barbara was so thankful that he would offer consideration for her safety. The sudden realization that something cold and hard was moving between her lower lips abruptly brought Barbara fully back to reality and she clamped her thighs around him, her enormous green eyes focusing on him in the dim light.  Barbara’s clamped thighs not only inhibited him from entering her, but also prohibited his retreat.   She began to tremble.

            “Is anything wrong?” he asked.  Mutely, Barbara shook her head.  “Have you changed your mind?  If you have, I understand!  Virginity is such a precious thing . . . “

            Peter was tantalizingly close to collecting his winnings for the evening!  He was tempted to take her by force, but he observed the concern on her face.  If he could get past this moment of hesitation, she would give herself to him. And that would pay far richer rewards than use of force! 

She shook her head, but she didn’t release her death grip on his thighs. 

“Is there anything wrong?” he repeated.  “Are you all right?”

            “Do you love me?” Barbara whispered.

            <i>Oh, it's just</i> that, <i>he thought silently, and he gave the mandatory response</i>.

            gOh, yes, of course I do.  I wouldnft be here if I didnft!h

            gYoufre not saying that just to get <i>into my pants</i> are you?  Or <i>to fuck</i> me?  Because Ifll . . . do it even if you say you donft love me.h

He kissed her gently.  gI love you.h He whispered with as much sincerity as he could muster.

            And she believed him.  Women always did, mostly because they wanted to.  Barbara burst out in a broad smile, and committed her treasure to him. Her trembling had increased but she relaxed her thighs and spread her legs, opening herself to his invasion.  

            “Make love to me!” she whispered.

            Peter savored the moment,taking his time.  He worked his way in slowly but surely approaching her maidenhead.  Barbara held her breath, astonished by her body's reactions.   SHE was mounted.  SHE was being sexually penetrated.  She felt a strange fire burning inside her, super heated and all tingly.  Everything was awhirl around her.

            Her body was still quivering from the orgasm she had just encountered.  She had thought she had reached the pinnacle of human experience with the orgasm she had just experienced, but now there was an entire new world opening up to her.  And she dully realized that the experience was opening to her as she opened herself to HIM.

            Barbara winced as her vagina relented and accepted its first visitor. 

            "You're beautiful!" Peter whispered.

            Barbara felt an almost adolescent thrill flood through her starting in her heart and spreading throughout her entire being, but most certainly centering in her breasts and her pelvic area.  She was <i> beautiful.</i>  And she belonged to him!

            gI'm yours," Barbara gasped feeling her nether lips separate before him, filling her with anticipation and expectation.  "Take me.  Claim me.  <i>Ravish me.</i>" 

            Effortlessly, with deliberate slowness, he pressed deeper, approaching her maidenhead.

            gOh . . . . oh . . . . oh . . . . uhhhhhhhhhh!     Uhhhhhhhh!h  She spasmed, clenched, then released . . . .

            He paused.   Seeing the pain on her face.  gAre you all right?h  Regardless of what she said, he didnft intend to pull out. 

            Gasping, she responded, gIfm all right.  Donft stop.h

            gI know youfre nervous,h he observed.  gYou're still a virgin.  It will probably hurt your first time.h

            gI know.h  She tightened her grip around his shoulders.  gDo it, my love.  And quicklyh

            He was at her maidenhead, moving slowly as she quivered beneath him.   gTry to relax.  Ifll take care of everything!h 

            He pressed deeper.  Her hymen painfully stretched, then he pushed thru, breaking the delicate membrane.  Sobbed and screamed, crying out at the unbelievably intense pain as he claimed the proof of her innocence, her green eyes wide, her expression bordering on delirious.  The pain was so great Barbara saw red!  She couldnft believe the agony of the tearing membranes!   tears flooded her eyes from the pain.

            But even through the pain,   she felt him twitch inside her.  Again he paused, respecting her momentary discomfort, and leaned down to kiss her lips.  Barbara responded and kissed him back.

            The initial pain quickly lessened.  It still hurt, but it wasnft too bad.  She sensed him hesitate and again she bit her lower lip as she dropped her hands to his naked buttocks and pulled him, encouraging him deeper into her.  She held her breath as she felt his enormous instrument sliding slowly, very slowly, deeper into her not quite virgin vagina.  He enjoyed watching the expression of pain disappear, being replaced by amazement, disbelief, and possibly even ecstasy on her face.

            As he pressed the rest of the way into her, Barbara felt another tearing, but not as bad as the first. She winced. Her eyes clenched shut and she gave another low throaty moan.  They both remained motionless, Barbarafs knees trembling, her breath coming in short pants as she clung to the naked body whose weight she was supporting.

            The intense pain that had left her panting and breathless was subsiding and feeling was returning throughout her body.

            There was no doubt about it.  He was inside of her.  Babs was actually having sex!  With a man!  It was what she had wanted, had been looking forward to!

It didn’t feel like the two of them had become one.  But they were definitely joined.  Her vagina was unquestionably wrapped around a man's penis.  And there was a definite feeling of intimacy such as she had never felt before.  <i>Was it the wonderful sensation she expected?</i>  She wasn't sure.  <i>Yet.</i>

“I guess I’m not a virgin any more.”  She was panting.

            “No you’re not,” he confirmed.  “Does it still hurt?”

“A little.”

            “Do you want me to stop?”

            gNo,h she answered.  She reached up and gently, lovingly caressed his cheek. gI want to learn what itfs all abouth

            She moaned gently as he began moving in and out of her tight confines.  His movements were small at first, but gradually he increased the length of his thrust until practically the full length of his manhood was passing into and out of her with each stroke.  Babs felt like he was scraping her insides, fucking the hell out of her, ripping her apart, not literally, but emotionally.  But it was becoming easier . . . she was generating lubrication and that made everything easier.

            Peter enjoyed her moans of surprise and pleasure.  He raised himself on his elbows and looked down between them. His eyes were better than Barbara's,  He saw her nipples were hard, but not fully erect.  And , even in the dark, he thought he was able to make out tiny dark streaks on his latex-covered penis:   blood.  It proved he really did deflower her.

            Seeing her virginal blood combined with her erotic moans responding to his thrusts, her  tightness and her clenching and spasming around him quickly drove him to his climax.  He had given her an orgasm earlier, but there was no way he could contain himself enough to lead her to an orgasm now.  Besides, how many women experience an orgasm their first time?   Still, the masculine pride of taking a virgin filled him with satisfaction as he pressed deeply into her. 

Babs felt his body stiffen until his cock spewed a blast of his seed deep inside her!  He rode his orgasm as long as he could, clenching her to him, enjoying the after-spasms until he softened to the point he was in danger of slipping out of her.  Gently he withdrew carefully taking the condom with him.   , which He disposed of the used prophylactic in an ashtray on the table next to the bed.   As he did so, he confirmed the presence of blood on the condom, definitely confirming tat she had been, in fact, a virgin.  

Their eyes locked,  She wore the most beautiful, incredulous expression Peter had ever seen.  He moved to her side and kissed her, and she pulled him close to her.  They kissed for a long time.

It was kinda nice, she thought.  'I think I like it.'  Physically, It was about what she expected.  Emotionally, it had been a mind blowing experience.  There was no doubt in her mind that he had completed the act.  had planted his seed in her.  She had received it.  (Even though the condom had blocked his seed's actual entrance into her.)   She wanted more!  She wanted to do it again.  Did people have sex more than once in an evening, she wondered.  She wanted so desperately to do it again!

Chapter 3:  Learning.

            Lying beside him in the bed, they talked quietly, the sheet resting over them covering them from the waist downward.    Barbara was surprised at how much light actually came in through the window, even though she had pulled the shade down.  Now that their eyes had become accustomed to the dark, they could both see each other rather clearly.  Still, she kept her eyes averted from his manly chest and shoulders, even though he made no secret of admiring her feminine assets.  Not only did he admire her body with his eyes, but his hands and lips explored her also, and suddenly, Barbara sat up and became very self-conscious and withdrawn, pulling  the sheet up to her chin.

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            When Peter questioned her reluctance, she admitted that she was nervous and afraid.  She wasnft a virgin any more, and she was . . . afraid . . . because she didnft know what to do.  And . . . she was afraid she wouldnft be very good at it.

            Peter smiled.  gJust have fun, kid,h he said in a teasing voice.

            gThat doesnft help!h Barbara whimpered back, feeling more and more afraid as each moment passed.

            Peter realized that he needed to take her fears seriously, so he caressed her cheek.

            gNow that youfve given me your virginity, itfs time to start learning to be a woman,h Peter responded, gto learn what pleases you and what you can do to please a man.h

            gWhat pleases me?h Barbara questioned.  gWhy do I have to *learn* what pleases me? And how do I learn how to please a man?h

            Smiling, Peter explained, gIf you know what please you, then you can lead your man to giving you satisfaction.  And you learn how to please a man by watching him and observing how he reacts to you and your body.  You pay attention and let him lead you.  For example:h he paused in his monolog and stroked her breast, causing her to shiver, g<i>I</i> have observed your breasts are sensitive . . .h he captured a nipple between his fingers, gand your nipples are easily stimulated.h   It was true!  And he bent over her to kiss her nipples and nibble on them, raising goosebumps over her entire torso.  Once he began sucking on her nipple, Barbara sank back onto the bed.  His hand dropped to her perineum, there was simply no more conversation.  

            They made out and kissed like a couple of over heated teenagers.  It wasnft long before they were making love again.  She was a little sore, but there was no real pain and she could relax.  Having already surrendered her hymen, she could simply enjoy the attention he was giving her.  Barbara might not know what to do, but obviously Peter did.  Barbara moaned as he gently entered her.  It wasnft exactly gfunh.  But then again, it didnft feel _*<i>NOT</i>*_ fun either.  The easy states of black and white she had known before no longer applied.  She felt happy, and yet agitated, but she had the presence of mind to notice his grunts as he began thrusting in her. Were they grunts of effort, or grunts of pleasure?  She experimented with lifting her hips to meet his thrusts and immediately noticed a difference in his lovemaking.  He _*<i>LIKED</i>*_ it when she rose to meet him!  He _*<i>LIKED</i>*_ it when she participated, and so she began experimenting with other ways she could respond: touching him, caressing his buttocks, raking his back with her fingernails, curling the hair around his ear, nibbling on his ear lobe.  And strangely, the more excited he became, the more excited she became.  She was embarrassed to admit it to herself, but she felt absolutely wanton!

            When he climaxed, he thrust deeply within her pouring forth his semen, and she clenched him with her vaginal muscles as she felt him spurt.  To her surprise, he gave a strangled gasp and began pumping even harder, and she tried to clench him with each spurt.  But it was over all too quickly.  But this time she noticed that he was gasping for breath after he had collapsed on top of her. 

            Between breaths, he gasped, gYoufre learning!  Youfre learning fast!h

            gHow long does it take to learn . . . about making love?h

            gYou learn the basics pretty quickly.  But to really learn to know a partner requires years of being together and working on it.h

            After a period of cuddling and caressing, once again, his hand fell to her mound.  Barbarafs belly clenched and butterflies exploded again inside of her.  She relaxed and allowed herself to be stimulated by him.  She was happily casting aside every inhibition she ever had!  She cooed and moaned and let her body respond to Peterfs touch, and soon, she was on fire, burning with sexual energy and passion!   She spread her legs invitingly as he pulled her towards him. He re-entered her from the front now and she moaned at the sensation of being filled with hard cock again. She wrapped her long toned legs around him, locking her heels behind the small of his back and yanking him deeply inside her

They made love again.  This time it was Peterfs turn to pay attention to Babs.  At first she tried to keep control of their lovemaking like she had the last time, but he urged her to gLet go!  Let your body take you where it wants!  Let me do it!h  She did.

            His hands were deft and extremely talented.  He knew exactly how to push her button, how to touch and caress her to get the quickest, most invigorating results.

            Erotic heat consumed her!  Her body was already primed for sex by what had happened earlier.  She had never felt so hypersensitive!  Barbara was almost swooning.   Her whole body began tingling sending even more intense waves of pleasure through her overtaxed and over stimulated body!  She lost herself in it!  Peter was in control now!  She tightened her legs around him.  herfs head began flopping back and forth and she was making the most delightful little animal sounds with each stroke in and out. Peter played her like a master plays a fine violin, lifting her toward a marvelous climax.

gIfm . . . going to  . . .  cum . . . !h she cried.  And within a few seconds, another climax exploded through her shapely body.  Her muscles clenched and quivered, providing Peter with pure pleasure!  Peter skillfully had timed his own climax to match hers, leaving her stunned and breathless.  It was glorious! 

            Babs was limp, panting rapidly and shallowly.  Her unfocused eyes stared off into space with an incredulous look on her face.  She could barely form a coherent thought!  It wasn’t quite the way she had imagined it!  Her belly was quivering and her knees were weak: she hadn’t expected that.  It was sex!  And she had wanted sex . . . hot sweaty, grunting sex.  There was some passion, but not endless passion she had dreamed of.  And she was getting so tired, so it probably wouldn’t last all night.  But it was good.  _*<i>HE</b></i>*_ was good!  And he treated her well!

            She fell asleep in his arms.

Chapter 4:  The weekend

            When she woke, it was Saturday so she didnft have to go to work.   And Peter was already awake beside her, smiling at her.  He kissed her and she threw her arms around his shoulders pulling him into a loving embrace, pressing her lips against his.  Without speaking, they made love yet again.

            Afterwards when Peter made his trip to the bathroom, he noticed Barbara had averted her eyes from his nude body as he returned to the bedroom.  He put on a bathrobe and gave her one for her trip to the ladies room.  Then he called room service and they had breakfast in bed. 

            Barbara slipped into the bathrobe and pushed the coverlet aside climbing from the bed.  She glanced back and saw the towel that Peter had slipped beneath her hips the night before.  To her embarrassment, it displayed several semen stains, one of which had noticeable red streaks of red.  Disconcerted, she recognized the evidence of her loss of virginity which normally would have been left on the bed sheet for the chambermaid to find.

            Barbara gathered up the towel and carried it with her to the bathroom where she put it to soak in the second sink.

            <i>After Babs had finished her morning ablutions (with a few extra thrown in), she stood naked before the mirror, looking at the birth control pill in her hand.  She had been on the pill forever.  Today, for the first time, she swallowed the pill knowing that today it would no longer be a possible precaution.  Today, it would be performing the function for which it was actually designed.</i>

            <i>Barbara was thankful that she had notified the authorities that she was taking the entire weekend off from her Batgirl duties.  She really didn't have any expectations that her Friday night dinner would occupy her entire weekend, but she still took the whole weekend off.  It is always sweet to hope!</i>

* * * * * * * * * *

            As they finished breakfast, Peter asked Barbara if she had ever looked at a naked man, examined him, touched him.  Shyly, Barbara admitted she never had, and Peter, knowing she had been a virgin the night before, resolved to remedy that omission in her education.

            Barbara had secretly read numerous esex educationf books and so she had lots of 'textbook knowledge'.  Additionally, she had frequently eavesdropped in young girls in the library talking about what they had experienced.  Itfs amazing what people talk about the stacks of a library when they assume there is no one to hear them.  But there were lots of things she was still curious about. 

Under Peter’s instruction, in full daylight Barbara carefully examined his ‘apparatus’, asking questions, satisfying her feminine curiosities.

            With his permission, she took him in her hand, holding his penis, gently squeezing it.  She watched amazed as it grew to erection under her ministrations. 

            gNo wonder it hurt!h she whispered.

            gDoes it still hurt you?h he asked, concerned.

            Barbara shook her head.  gIt hurt like hell the first time.  And a little bit the second time, but it doesnft hurt any more.h

            Barbara studied the huge chunk of man-meat in her hand.  gI canft believe it!h  she whispered, gripping it in her small hand.  gI just canft believe it!h

            Peter explained the different types of condoms and other contraceptives and the advantages and disadvantages of each.  He also explained to her about a womanfs Kegel muscles and how she could exercise them, telling her that proper exercise of these muscles would keep her tight and would increase both her satisfaction during the act of love and the satisfaction of her partner.   

            They showered and made love in the shower.  Babs was a little hesitant as he moved into her, now that she had actually seen how big his penis actually was, but once he had entered her, she let herself go.  Making love in the shower was exciting, but not too much fun.  It was too strenuous and athletic for Barbarafs taste.  And the running water tended to wash away her lubrication, making sex less comfortable for her.  Afterwards, she watched him shave: such a simple, masculine thing that gave her great pleasure observing. 

            Back in bed together, Barbara hesitantly raised the question that her breasts were not as large as some . . . other women.

            Peter assured her that anyone who would be turned off by such an insignificant thing wasnft worth being with in the first place.  Kissing her nipple, he whispered, gWhen taken with the whole package . . .h, his hand slid down to her mound and he began massaging  her pubis, gA woman's bust-size is simply a variation between individuals.  Itfs like the difference between red hair and blond hair.h  He pointed to a mole located strategically half way between Barbarafs navel and her bush.  gOr finding a mole in a delightful place.h  He kissed the mole, then her nipple.  He drew the nipple into his mouth and began sucking.

            After making love once again, Peter suggested they go out for a while.  They dressed.  After a quick stop at Barbarafs home to change clothes and pick up a few essentials (including some sexy sleepwear), they made a quick stop at a drug store where Peter bought some more condoms.  Then they went to the zoo, laughing and running from one animal to the next like children.  Barbara found herself walking with a bounce in her step, humming and singing to herself.

            After lunch, the zoo became tiresome and they return to Peterfs hotel.  She knew some of the hotel employees recognized her from the library, but she was so infatuated, she didnft care.  Back in Peterfs bed, Barbara was eager to try out some of the different positions she had read about.

They took a break to go out for supper, but skipped dessert, both being eager to return to Peterfs room. 

As she stripped off her clothes and climbed into bed, Barbara asked Peter about oral sex.  She had heard about it and was curious, but Peter said he didn’t enjoy oral sex that much.  He commented that no woman had ever given him a good blow job.  When Barbara asked if she could give him a blow-job, he said he would rather wait until he was more rested.  But he suggested position ‘68’.

            Barbara had heard of ‘69’, but is confused by ‘68’ and asked for an explanation. 

            g e68f is where I go down on you and you owe me one!h

            Laughing, Barbara agreed, and Peter slid downward nestling his nose in her pubic hair.  Again, he was good, but he was not as good as he usually was, which left Barbara unsatisfied, and half way through, she pulled his head upward so he was on top of her.  She could taste herself in his kiss, but she welcomed him as they made love once more emissionaryf style.

            Their bodies fit together perfectly and were moving together now like they had known each other for years.  Barbara liked the way he smelled, the way he looked and tasted, his touch.  She liked the sound of his voice and the feel of his weight on top of her.  She had learned enough that she was climaxing every time they make love, and she began wondering if she was in love!  She was certain they were doing what men and women were meant to do together. 

            Eventually, entwined in each others arms, they drifted off to dreamland.

* * * * * * * * * *

            The next morning, Sunday morning, she woke him with a blow-job  Although he warned her of his approaching climax, she clung to his hips, insisting on continuing until she received the full force of his ejaculate spurting into her mouth.  And she swallowed every drop, draining him dry. 

            While he was still panting, she crawled up beside him and nestled in his arms. 

            gThanks for letting me do it!h she whispered to him.  gI never thought Ifd do that.  But I wanted to do something special for you.h

            gIt _*was*_ special!h Peter assured her.  gI really enjoyed it!h  He looked down at her as she continued to lick her lips.  gAre you all right?h

            Giving an embarrassed smile, Barbara admitted, gIfm afraid Ifm feeling a little nauseous . . .h

            gWould you like a little wine?h Peter asked as he extricated himself from her arms.  Barbara nodded and he brought her a glass.  She sipped and swirled the wine around her mouth rinsing away the taste of Peterfs semen and the nausea retreated.  Once again she curled into his arms.

            After a while, Barbara made a trip to the ladyfs room wearing her terrycloth bathrobe.  Peter remained in bed, covered with a sheet.  When she returned, Peter commanded: gBarbara, stop!h

            She stopped in her tracks, wondering what was happening.

            gTake off the bathrobe,h He ordered.

            She looked down at the robe and said,  gBut Ifm not wearing anything underneath it.h

            “Take off the bathrobe,” he repeated.

She stared at him.  Then, a slow smile crossed 's face.  He wanted to see her standing naked before him in broad daylight!

            Although she was still a little shy, she pulled the belt loose, then slipped the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

            Boldly, she asked, gDo you like what you see?

            gI certainly do!  Now, come here,h he directed.

            She starts to come to her side of the bed.  gNo.  Come over the foot of the bed.h

            Again Barbara smiled as she climbed onto the foot of the bed and had to crawl on all fours toward him.  It was a delightful sight.  The bright sunlight picked up the gentle highlights in her loose, freshly combed, glorious hair, the hair framing her angelic face.  Well, maybe it was the face of a slightly fallen angel, but it was a perfect face nonetheless.  Her extraordinarily beautiful creamy white breasts dangling beneath her, her back arched delightfully, her beautifully rounded rump protruding provocatively high behind her.

            By now, she had a few ideas of her owns.  She straddled his ankles and legs as she crawled until she paused to rest on his thighs and sat back, pulling the sheet down exposing his growing penis.  She stared intently at it, and it continued to rise.  Boldly, she took him in her hand, caressing him, squeezing him encouraging him as his marvelous erection grew even larger and harder beneath her insistent manipulation.

            gCondom,h she demanded with an outreached hand, her eyes never straying from his riding manhood.  Quickly he tore open the package and handed her the prophylactic.  She fumbled slightly and her concentration was broken as she dealt with the strange device in her hands..   After all, she still didnft have a lot of practice.  Soon, she managed to roll the condom  over him.

            She raised her eyes to his.  gI guess you want me for breakfast,h she commented once the  condom was smoothly in place.  She returned her eyes to the latex covered, very erect man-meat in her hands.   gAnd I think I want some Peter.  Straight up!h 

            He watched her reddish tuft as she moved over him until she was hovering over his erect member.   His hands wandered to her hips and shifted her position, drawing her downward. 

            Carefully holding his manhood, she lowered herself onto him, both of them gazing at the conjunction of their bodies.  She watched, fascinated, as the cold, lubricated Condom covering the tip of his hot shaft slid neatly between her wet lips and she drew great pleasure settling down and impaling herself.  The erect penis disappeared with only the rolled edge of the condom remaining in from view.  Soon she was sitting on his hips, fully penetrated by his manhood.   With a contented sigh, she began to move up and down on him.  She started to pant!  Oh, it felt so good!  She grasped his hips with her knees and arched her back as the pleasure began building inside of her, aching for release.

            She looked down and watched, fascinated, observing his turgid member appear as she rose and disappear as she lowered herself onto him.  The combination of seeing and feeling him penetrate her as she rode up and down sent her libido sky rocketing again. 

            Barbara liked being on top:  She had the feeling that she was in control.  She tried rocking back and forth, looking for ways to stimulate herself.  Then she began bobbing up and down, which elicited a smile and a moan of pleasure from Peter. She rode him slowly.   He reached up and his fingers teased her breasts, which had begun bouncing as she bounced, and she enjoyed that.  Settling down on him, she leaned forward so her bullet hard nipple was just above his mouth.  His lips reached for it and, teasingly, she moved.  It was funny, watching him chase her nipple.  She was always one move ahead of his lips until he slid an arm around her waist and roughly grabbed breast with his other hand, steadying it and capturing the nipple.  She tried to bounce as he sucked, but wasn’t very good at it.  She needed to learn how to do this right.

            Peter rolled the two of them over, the sheets becoming hopelessly tangled between them, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulder.  Being held in his arms was like being protected inside a cocoon.  He was so good!  He <b><i>FELT</i></b> so good!  Supporting his weight on her body, she felt submissive and happily let him take control.  Closing her eyes, she began to pant and her hips began to twitch.   pounded into each other hard.

             gI'm cumming,h they both gasped simultaneously and they both arched up.  Their lovemaking rose to it's natural consummation, both gasping, both wheezing, and both spasming intensely together

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            They spent the rest of Sunday in Peter’s room, sending out for room service for lunch and Chinese food for supper. 

            In between, Barbara enjoyed the hot sweaty, grunting sex that she had always craved.  At first they were continually tangled in the sheets.  Then, after the sheets had been dispatched to the floor, there was even more hot sweaty sex.  But something was missing.  She had also dreamed of endless passion.  There was some passion, but it was not the passion of which she had dreamed. 

            This entire weekend was like being on a honeymoon!  But in the back of her mind was the nagging thought that eventually, every honeymoon ends.

            She was also aware that Peter had not told her he loved her again: not since that first time.

Chapter 5:  The moment of truth.

            Monday came and Barbara went to work at the library.  Peter went to his work and completed his business. 

            Barbara's first order of business was to send another message letting the proper officials know that Batgirl was extending her leave of absence for a few more days and would not be unavailable for calls.  Idly daydreaming of the future, Barbara realized that a some point she would have to resume her duties as Batgirl.  And that would cut into the time she could spend with Peter.  Also, at some point, she would have to reveal her alter identity to her lover.

            Leaning against a wall, she indulged herself in a daydream of making love with Peter while she was in her Batgirl costume.  The thought so thrilled her that she actually felt herself growing wet.

            Clearing her mind, she purposely marched into the library to assume her normal duties.

            One of her close, but somewhat earthy, co-workers noticed the spring in her step, and secretively   whispered in Barbara's ear, gOkay, honey.  It's obvious that you got laid last night. Are you going to tell me about it?h  Blushing a deep crimson, Barbara refused to acknowledge the suggestion.  Her friend simply smiled.  gOkay, honey.  If that's the way you want it.  But I'm all ears when you're ready to talk about it!h  And true to her word, much to Barbara's peace of mind, nothing more was mentioned for the rest of the day.

            Barbara was not able to accomplish much at the library because her thoughts were with Peter the fact that she seemed to get more aroused than usual at any sexual thoughts she might have..  Being separated from him, she realized that he made her feel loved, wanted, cherished, needed, valuable.  He had made her feel like a *<i>real</i>* woman, and she liked that feeling!  There was only one place where she wanted to be, even daydreamed about, and that was in bed with him, feeling his warmth beside her, his arms around her, . . . his manhood plunging into her.

            Finally Monday afternoon arrived, and Barbara left library exactly on time to rushed home to change.  She wanted to look her best for Peter.

She applied her makeup with the precision of a surgeon and carefully coiffed her hair.  She selected her sexiest underwear, choosing not what she preferred but rather what she thought Peter would like.  She finished her carefully planned ensemble with the most attractive new sports clothes that she had just purchased.  Her clothes were conservative, but slightly suggestive.  She wore a deep cut bra that closed in front (Peter would like that) and a plain white button down the front blouse.  It wasnft a esee-thruf blouse, but the material clung to her, hinting at every curve she possessed.  The top three buttons were open exposing a certain amount of cleavage and permitting the edge of the bra to be glimpsed occasionally.  Her skirt hovered above her knees and buttoned down the side.  She had chosen it because itfs cut and style gave her a young, eleggyf look.  Her shoes were sensible one-inch heels without hose.  A black ribbon around her neck like a choker and a wide, red leather belt with a large skeleton key hanging at the side around her waist completed the outfit. 

            She had purchased the belt with the key hoping that it would suggest to a man that it was the key to her chastity belt.  Of course she didn’t have a chastity belt, but the thought would center his mind on the right area of her anatomy.

            She had a date to meet Peter at his hotel dining room for dinner at 7:00, but as she had planned, Barbara arrived unannounced at his room at 6:30, lightly tapping on his door.   She was still very much in the honeymoon mode. 

            She didn't want to be nosy, but she listened at the door.  The words were muffled but she could hear he was on the phone with someone.  An eye came to the peephole and she gave him her biggest gIt's me!h smile.  She could hear him quickly terminating the conversation and he unlocked and opened the door.  Peter was still wearing his business attire but had taken off his jacket and tie and the top several buttons of his shirt were open exposing his bare chest. 

            gI wasnft expecting you for another half hour,h he commented, ushering her in, closing the door behind her.  Barbara observed that he had noticed her exposed cleavage and that he was pleased by what he saw.  He noted the short skirt that buttoned up the side and imagined he was looking at a long legged thirteen year old.  The clinging blouse encouraged the image of a precocious teenybopper.

She moved coltishly toward him, raising an inquisitive eyebrow and murmured, gI came early so that maybe we could work in a quickie before supper.h  Peter smiled at the fierce sexuality she had developed over the weekend.

            He smiled.   “I think we can arrange that,” he responded taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom.  Barbara was surprised to see his open suitcase on the bed with some clothes waiting to be packed.  She gave him a puzzled look.

            Moving the suitcase and clothes to the chair he explained, gI concluded my business here today.  Ifll be leaving tomorrow morning.h

            gTomorrow?h Barbara gasped.  gTomorrow?h

            Peter nodded.  He stepped to her, putting his hands on her shoulders, and glancing down, openly admired the flesh that was exposed by her partially unbuttoned blouse.  gTomorrow, Ifll be going home.  So wefd better make the most of tonight.h  He bent to kiss her, but she backed away.

            gWhy do you have to leave tomorrow?  Canft you stay a few more days?h

            Peter moved into her and slid his arms around her shoulders kissing her forehead.  gNo.  Itfs time for me to leave.  But Ifve enjoyed the time wefve had together.h

            She put her forehead on his chest, frustrating his attempt to kiss her.  She said, gI have some accumulated vacation time.  Maybe _*<i><b>I</b></i>*_ can come and visit _*<i><b>YOU</b></i>*_.h

            Peter didn’t like where this was going.  She was becoming possessive and that wasn’t part of his plan.  “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”  He tried to hug her tighter, but she pulled away and moved into the living room to the kitchenette where she grabbed the wine bottle and poured herself a glass taking a deep swallow.

            gWhy is it youfve told me so little about yourself?h she asked.  gYoufve never even told me where you live!h  (Barbara knew that she could get that information from the desk clerk, but why hadnft _*<i>HE</i>*_ told her?)

            Peter stepped up behind her and grasped her from behind, his hands settling over her breasts.  gBarbara,h he whispered.  gThis is our last night together.  It has to be that way!h

She turned in his arms and demanded, gBut why . . . . . ?h  And her lips were covered with his in a demanding, passionate kiss that she simply couldnft resist.  Barbara threw her arms around him, desperately holding him to her.  His hands slide down her back, slipping beneath her skirt and cupping her bottom, squeezing, caressing. 

            “Don’t . . . “ she whispered, but a finger found it’s way between her legs, slipping past the elastic of her panties to spread her lips, almost reaching her clitoris.  Unthinking, Barbara moved her feet apart, permitting him greater access to her.  Barbara gasped as she tried to back away from his embrace and found herself pinned against the kitchen counter.  “Stop!  . . . “ she begged.  His lips found hers and his free hand cupped her breast briefly before sliding inside her blouse and beneath her bra, grasping and rolling her nipple with practiced ease.  Barbara moaned at his touch.

            gDamn you!h she cried, grabbing his shirt and ripping it open, shooting buttons all over the room.

            Within moments they were sinking to the cold tile floor of the kitchenette, thrashing, tearing at each other, shoes being kicked off, clothes thrown every which way.  As soon as they were both naked, Barbara tried to pull Peter on top of her, but he purposefully kissed his way down her body and began thrusting his tongue into her and rubbing his nose against her clitoris, driving her ecstatically crazy.

            Barbara's mixed feelings filled her with ambivalence.  Her mind told her she didnft want this, but at the same time her body craved his touch: desired the pleasure and satisfaction she knew was coming.  Already she was beginning to quiver and convulse, moving wonderfully closer to orgasm.  This would be a good one!

            And it was!

            She wanted *<i>him</i>* in her, she didn’t want his tongue!  Frustrated, she tugged at his head, but he refused to yield.  She looked down, and realized he was fumbling to get a condom in place.  Once he completed the job, and scrambled upwards to plunge into her, entering her with a single, brutal thrust.  Barbara cried out as he pierced her to her very core!

            It was animalistic!  The most instinctual, violent, brutal sex of her life.  Peter was ramming into her with wild abandon!  Nothing was spared as he frantically hammered home.  And Barbara was gyrating her hips, furiously keeping time with his thrusts! 

            It was phenomenal!

            This was what Peter had been hoping for all weekend: He had hoped that once she had gotten past her virginity and experienced some sex, she would reach the defining moment becoming wild in bed.  She had suddenly become everything he had hoped for and more. She was ferocious!  Insatiable!  A virtual fucking machine that wouldnft stop!

            Both were grunting and groaning with erotic abandon, sliding back and forth on the cold tile floor.  And when she climaxed, her scream would have been heard in the next county if he hadnft covered her mouth with his.

            She collapsed beneath him, her muscles still contracting mightily around his penis, when he pulled out and rolled her onto her hands and knees, mounting her from behind.  They had tried doggy style earlier, but this time he forced her elbows to the floor.  The difference of angle of penetration was astounding!  Was he hitting her g-spot?  She hadn’t finished her first climax and already she was rising toward another!  His fingertips explored what was now very familiar ground.  Pounding her from behind, one hand was pinching a nipple while the other hand was actually rolling her clit! 

            Barbara had never felt so passionate!  Her body belonged to him!  She could only follow his lead, frantically rocking backwards to meet his thrusts, rising once more to an insane climax.  At the last moment, his hand left her clit and covered her mouth, smothering her screams.  She could smell herself on his hand as it covered her mouth. 

            Spasming insanely, her exhausting climax rocked throughout her being.  She was whimpering and gasping and thrashing around him, trying to keep the orgasm going as long as possible.  And as it passed its peak and she began to collapse beneath him, he rolled her onto her back again. 

            He wasn’t through yet!

            Again he entered her, missionary style, moving slower this time, but somehow catching the end of her orgasm and fueling it. 

            gPeter, no more!  I canft!h Barbara whimpered, but he continued and soon she closed her eyes and lay her head back on the tile purposefully thrusting her hips into his, joining him as he lifted her once more, pressing her toward still another climax.  Barbara would have sworn that he was growing even bigger and longer as he thrust into her. 

            This time, both of them orgasmed together, wheezing into each others ear as their muscles clenched and their bodies shuddered in mutual ecstasy!

            Exhausted and satiated, Barbara lay beneath him a good couple of minutes, if not more.  She just stared up at the ceiling, saying nothing, getting our breathing under control.   Her body was totally contented.  Her sex had been filled and satisfied!  They were both satisfied, sexually and emotionally.  Peter softened and eventually slipped out of her taking the condom with him, but still it seemed like hours were passing as she returned to reality. 

            It was amazing, the greatest sex she had ever had or could ever imagine!  Damn, he was good!  How could they share such great sex and he leave the next day? 

            How was it possible for a man to be that good? 

And suddenly, Barbara realized why Peter was so good in bed.  Obviously he had had lots of practice.  Because . . . .

            “You’re married,” she whispered.

            After a long hesitation, Peter nodded.

            “You’re going back to your wife.” 

Again, he nodded

            “And you’re not planning to get a divorce.”

            Another nod.

            Finding strength she didn’t know she had, Barbara rolled to the side and pushed him away from her.

            “You lied to me!”

            “I didn’t lie to you.  You never asked.  I never volunteered.”

            And Barbara realized what he was saying was true.  She realized she had suspected but she hadn’t asked because deep down inside, she didn’t want to know.  But she had gotten a glimpse of a picture of children in his billfold.  She was a fool not to have realized!

            “You wanted hot sweaty sex, all afternoon long.  And maybe all night long.  We’ve done that!” Peter commented.  “You’ve gotten what you wanted, and everything that you’ve asked for.”

            “Except a good man, a husband”

            “You said yourself, most of the good husband material is already taken.”

            “And you’re taken!  I’m responsible for you cheating on a good wife somewhere!”

            “Did it ever occur to you that maybe she’s not that good?”

            “I don’t want to hear about it!  I don’t want to know anything about her!”

“Okay, we won’t talk to her.  Come to bed.  What we have is special, it’s great!”  He urged.  “We still have one more night we can spend together!”

            Pulling herself to her knees, Barbara begins gathering her clothing.  “I’m not going to stay here and commit adultery with you!”

            “You already have!”

            Barbara was stunned.  She had been committing adultery this whole weekend!  She felt sickness hit her in the pit of her stomach.  Never in her life had it occurred to her that _*<i>SHE</i>*_ might be the _*<i>OTHER</i>*_ woman.  Flustered, she responded, “Maybe!  But I didn’t know it!  I know it now.  And I won’t do it!”  She knelt and began putting on her bra.

            “Barbara,” Peter cooed, kneeling beside her and putting his arm around her shoulder.

            “Don’t!” she shouted, pushing him away.  “Don’t touch me!”  She began fumbling with her panties, struggling to pull them into place.

            “Barbara, we have something wonderful between us.  Let’s not lose it!” he tried again.

            She pulled her blouse on and wrapped the skirt around her.  “Everything between us was based on a lie!  Damn, my blouse is torn!  So is my skirt!”  She was able to arrange her skirt and blouse so they looked almost presentable.

            “Barbara . . . “ Peter tried again.

            Barbara raised her hand in a classic ‘stop’ gesture.  “Don’t say anything else to me.  There is nothing more to say!” she found her shoes and lurched toward the door.  After a moment she got her balance and was almost able to walk normally. 

            When she got to the door, she put her hand on the knob, and paused.  Glancing back toward Peter, she whispered softly,  “Thanks for the experience. . .”   Opening the door, she appended, “. . .you bastard!”

            Peter watched the door close behind her.

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