Spiderman
2
½
By
Barnabus
Finished: 10/14/04
Revised:
(M/F, Peter Parker (Spiderman)
and Mary Jane Watson, First Time,
romance.)
SUBJECT:
What happens
in the next hour after the movie Spiderman 2
ends?
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.
Spiderman and
Mary Jane Watson are copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by Marvel Comic
Books. I am borrowing them for my own pleasure. (And I hope to give
them pleasure also!) I am assuming that they are both 19 years
old, although they could be in their young 20s. (Sorry, I'm not that much
of a follower of Spiderman to know everything about
them!)
This is a work
of fan-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
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In the movies,
Spiderman 1 and Spiderman 2, Toby McGuire plays Peter Parker and Kirsten
Dunst plays Mary Jane Watson, the 'girl next door'. Another actor
plays John Jameson. Although they are the images that I used when
writing this story, this story is not intended in any to reflect upon their
personal behavior, activities, morality, character, or upon their 'real life'
in any way, This is TOTALLY a work of fiction! In no way this
portrayal intended to be a reflection of the actor's character nor is it
an impugning of their personalities or lives.
Like most stories
of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a sequel) the characters
are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed,
and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place.
. . It is as if the story had never happened, because, after all, it never
really
did.
Birth Control
is used consistently in this story because both Mary Jane and Peter are behaving
as responsible adults. 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.
I appreciate your comments, both positive
and
negative.
Feedback is welcome and accepted at
barnabus329@hotmail.com.
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Prolog
Torn with doubts
about his commitment to 'right and justice', Peter temporarily abdicated
his alter ego of Spiderman, returning to a 'more normal life', being with
Mary Jane, catching up on his school work, paying more attention to his job,
even going to see the Mary Jane perform in her
play.
The love story
between Peter and Mary Jane grows like an Edwardian novel, and something
always comes between them. The ultimate rift came when Mary Jane's engagement
to John Jameson, astronaut and son of Jonah Jameson, the editor of the Daily
Bugle, is
announced.
Of course,
during Spiderman's absence, the crime wave skyrockets. And Peter is told
by some children about how much they miss 'their hero'. Finally, when the
villain abducted Mary Jane, Peter Parker put on his red and blue mask to
sling webs again and win the
day!
By the end
of the Spiderman 2, Spiderman's secret identity as Peter Parker has been
revealed to Mary Jane and
others.
On the day
of her wedding, Mary Jane left her fiancé, John Jameson at the altar
and ran to Peter's Apartment where she confronted Peter. Peter told her
Spiderman will always have his enemies. And he didn't want to
expose Mary Jane to that danger.
Ultimately,
she accuses him of not giving her the right to make that decision for herself,
telling him that she respects his concern and his wish to protect her from
danger, she refuses to be left out of the decision. She is in love with Peter
and wanted to be with him regardless of any danger involved. And Peter finally
musters up the courage to tell her that he loves her,
too.
They kissed,
possibly the first kiss they had ever exchanged (except for the kiss Mary
Jane stole from the web-slinger in Spiderman 1. Almost immediately, Peter's
'spider sense' clicked in as he hears police sirens, and he felt the pull
to obey is calling as
Spiderman.
This story
starts in the seconds after the close of Spiderman 2, the movie . .
.
Chapter 1 - Spider man's departure.
Mary Jane sees
the change in Peter Parkers eyes at the distraction of the faint sirens are
heard through the open window. Peter's boyish face and big blue eyes ooze
of vulnerability.
Go get
'em, Tiger she had urged. And she saw the delight in his eyes. And
moments later, he had turned to the window and Peter was gone as Spiderman
Mary Jane Watson
leaned against the doorjamb to the balcony with a mournful look on her face.
She heard a whoop of joy as Spiderman, her love, swung from web to web down
the street, rapidly disappearing from her view. She knew she had given him
permission to leave, and as soon as she had said it, she had regretted her
words. And now he had disappeared from view.
It had been
less than half an half an hour since she had left her fiancé at the
alter to run across town to Peter Parker's grubby apartment in this ramshackled
building. She was still wearing her spotless white wedding gown, white to
symbolize her purity, her virginity, and her chasteness as she presented
herself to her husband at the altar. But she had never made that walk down
the aisle, leaving her fiancé standing before the bishop with simply
a note in his hand, hastily scribbled, and awkwardly delivered by her maid
of honor. Now, Mary Jane was gazing down the street after Spiderman who was
no longer in sight. She still was wearing her white gown. She was still a
pure, chaste, virgin. But when she looked down, she saw that there were some
dirt spots on the white gown and there were several tears in the skirt where
it had been snagged as she had run to Peter's
apartment.
Stepping back
into the apartment, she looked around. She had loved Peter for as long as
she could remember. When she was a little girl, she had a crush
on him, and always admired him in school, even though he had been (and still
was) a pretty scrawny specimen of manhood. She hadn't realized why she was
so attracted to Spiderman when she first met the web-slinger. Somehow, she
had managed to get a real kiss from Spiderman, and she thought that her response
to that kiss was simply hero worship. Now she knew that it was because she
had been kissing the only man she really loved, even though she hadn't known
it was Peter at the time.
Mary Jane's
relationship with Peter had been unraveling ever since Spiderman appeared
some two years
earlier.
When Peter
and Mary Jane had graduated from high school, she had pursued her acting
career, and it had gone well for her. Currently, she had a very good role
in an off-Broadway drama that had been running for over a month, and quite
possibly might continue running for a long time.
Peter had enrolled
in college, which was the right choice for him. He was brilliant! But he
was always disorganized. That was why it had taken him so long before he
had actually come to see her in her
play.
Again, looking
around the scruffy apartment, she sadly shook her head. This 'pad' was even
worse than hers! And the lock on the door didn't even work! But she knew
that Peter wouldn't be using the door when he returned from his current adventure
as Spiderman. He would come in through the 5th story window, the
same way he had left.
What now? She
could go back to her own apartment and wait. Or she could go back to her
apartment, change her clothes and come back here. Or . . . .
Mary Jane made
her decision with a determination that surprised even her. She would be waiting
for Peter when he returned. Waiting and ready for the man she loved.
The first thing
to do was to improvise a lock for the door. She pushed the door shut, then
shoved a dresser in front of it to block it closed from outside intrusion.
That would have to do for the time being! Other modifications for the apartment
would have to wait until later. In the meantime, her decision made, she had
plans and preparations to
make.
Chapter 2 - Mary Jane's
preparations.
She found a
mirror on one wall and gazed at herself in the mirror and pondered. The wedding
gown was beautiful! And it was designed to make its wearer look beautiful.
And, indeed, it made her feel beautiful! Her eyes fell to the
modest neckline of her bodice. It was nice! The gown was nice. She turned
sideways and glimpsed all of the buttons running up the back. And she remembered
how long it had taken her maid of honor to button them all up. Her plan continued
to form and solidify in her mind.
Moving quickly
the window, Mary Jane reaffirmed that Peter's reentry was not eminent,
Pausing, Mary
Jane reflected on the past few days and the various events that had brought
her to the situation where she was now: Mary Jane had left her fiancé
at the altar, walking out on her own wedding. Then, still in her wedding
gown, she had run across town to the apartment of a man who wasn't her lover
or even a real
boyfriend.
She thought
back about the time she was getting into her wedding gown in anticipation
of her marriage. Carla, her maid of honor, had been there to help her and
furnish moral support.
When Carla
saw that Mary Jane had her panties on underneath her garter
belt, Carla quickly demanded a change. The panties had to be worn
over the garter belt! That would make it easier for Mary Jane
to go to the bathroom if necessary. And also, if John turned into a real
animal, he could get the panties off without having to tear off the stockings
also.
Mary Jane had
laughed at the thought of John demanding sex before the two of them settled
down in their hotel for their wedding night. But Carla hadn't
laughed!
Carla's brother,
James, who was also John's best man, had organized John's bachelor party.
Alcohol had
flowed to excess and John's tongue had become quite loose. And through Carla,
Mary Jane had received a report of the various comments John had made as
his bachelor party
progressed.
Mary Jane knew
that John had inherited his father's crassness! And although John kept it
hidden most of the time, when he slipped, the crassness came out with a
vengeance! Relaxed by alcohol, John's crassness had surfaced during the bachelor
party. After several drinks, John had confided to his best man that he was
extremely exasperated with Mary Jane. When they first met and dated, she
had refused to give him sex. It became increasingly obvious he expected to
receive sex once they had become engaged, and he was exceedingly frustrated
when she had continued in her refusal. She hadn't 'put out' for him, insisting
that they wait until after they were married. John wanted his gratification
now and wasn't pleased with having to wait for his pleasures:
even the pleasures that Mary Jane considered reserved for marriage. Angrily,
he had queried if in fact she would be willing to give him sex when finally
they were married. It is part of the contract!
He had stated. Then, he had always become sullen and withdrawn when Mary
Jane had asked him, Am I worth waiting
for?
John had decided
that once they were married, as the limo drove them to the reception, he
would instruct the limo driver to drive around Central Park continuously
while he fucked his bride in the back seat!
Mary Jane had
no objection to consummating their marriage as quickly as possible. In fact,
she looked forward to it. But the image of rutting in the back seat of a
limo, her wedding gown bunched around her waist, and with the dirty-minded
driver watching in the rear view mirror, repulsed her. Why not just make
a stop at their hotel before they went to the reception? Then they could
have a glass of champagne and make love between crisp, new silk sheets in
the bridal suite! The thought of doing it in the limo brought forth images
of high school kids frantically stealing the forbidden fruit in the back
seat of their car at a drive in
movie!
Also, John
had become extremely graphic describing the sexual proclivities he desired
from his loving wife. Although inexperienced, Mary Jane was no prude. She
thoroughly believed that what took place between a consenting husband and
wife and behind closed doors, transcended almost all taboos. Furthermore,
she eagerly anticipated being introduced to new and exciting activities by
her more experienced husband! But some of the things he had described to
his best man appalled her! And even more embarrassing, it had been necessary
for her maid of honor to explain what some of the expressions actually meant!
Even thinking about them made her feel dirty! Still, Mary Jane was determined
to be a good and dutiful wife! She would do whatever her husband asked, even
if he wanted to fuck in the backseat of the
car.
Carla was disturbed
that Mary Jane hadn't been aware of this part of John's nature, and of his
intention to demand complete possession of Mary Jane as soon as they were
married!
Since Mary
Jane and John were both Catholics, and since Carla was unsure of Mary Jane's
wishes, Carla carefully approached the question of contraception.
The question
of children had briefly surfaced during their engagement. And Mary Jane had
expressed the opinion that she would rather wait before having children.
After all, they were both young, and an immediate pregnancy might interfere
with her budding career in theater. She thought that John agreed, since he
had simply nodded his head. There had been no further discussion of the matter,
so Mary Jane thought the matter was settled. Mary Jane had met with her
gynecologist, and had decided to use a diaphragm. But since she was still
a virgin, the doctor had suggested the use of prophylactics on the honeymoon
and Mary Jane had made an appointment for a fitting a couple of weeks after
the wedding
date.
Mary Jane felt
shocked and hurt when Carla told her that John had boasted of not buying
any rubbers for their wedding night! Mary Jane had expected that to be
his responsibility, so she had given no thought to purchasing
that
item.
But Carla
had! She produced two boxes
of six condoms each. One box was packed. The two girls had opened the remaining
box, and at Carla's suggestion one condom was placed in the top of each stocking,
one in each cup of her bra, and one over each hip held in place by her garter
belt.
Although Mary
Jane had not spoken more to Carla about John, Mary Jane's mind continued
to mull over the conversation. She remembered various things that had occurred
during her engagement to
John.
Shortly after
they got engaged, John had given her a gift certificate for a complete makeover
at an expensive, fashionable beauty salon. Mary Jane knew that she was
attractive, even if it was the 'girl next door' variety of beauty, but she
had to admit to herself that once the makeover artists finished her work,
the results were stunning! Obviously, John was
pleased!
Whenever they
went out, he always encouraged her to wear something with a plunging neckline,
as if he wanted to show off her cleavage. His attitude to his friends seemed
to be Look at what belongs to me. Look and leer! Because she's going
home with
me!
A couple of
times he had taken her to Washington when he had to lobby for funding for
NASA. He had always been disgruntled when she insisted that they have separate
rooms. There were always parties involved, and he had purchased various evening
ware for her for these parties. He would join her at the stores and had always
insisted that she buy something her to dress more seductively, something
that revealed more skin or cleavage than she was comfortable with, or something
with a slit up the side so high that she had to purchase special underwear
to accommodate it.
A couple of
times he had referred to him as his 'trophy fiancée', which always
disturbed Mary Jane. When she complained, he had apologized and not used
the phrase again in her hearing.
Mary Jane didn't
want to be simply a trophy of some sort, simply to be trotted out and displayed
to impress John's
colleagues.
But she overheard
him speaking to his friends on several occasions where he had been describing
her as a toy and a plaything. She had even heard him say to a friend that
once they were married, he was going to fuck her so much she wouldn't be
able to walk for a month! Mary Jane felt that sex was something that should
be a mutually enjoyable activity. The idea that her husband would purposely
leave her so sore that she couldn't walk didn't seem enjoyable to her. In
fact, it sounded more like
abuse.
Mary Jane had
always dismissed John's comments as 'boy's locker room talk', but now she
had begun to wonder. John should be too old to need to raise his self-esteem
using such adolescent
tactics.
It almost seemed
as if John had fixated on the wedding night! Perhaps she should have John
talk to Mr. Johnson, an older man in her theater company who had talked with
Mary Jane about life after the wedding. Maybe he needed to talk with
John and tell him that there was, in fact, life after the wedding
night!
The selfishness
expressed bothered her most of all. It made her feel like all John wanted
was a fuck-toy, or a plaything and a trophy escort rather than a wife and
lifetime partner. She wondered how he would feel about her when she grew
older and lost her youthful body and
looks.
She remembered
her mother talking about how Mary Jane's father had been Prince
Charming before they were married, but he had really turned into
a frog once they had said I do! Mary Jane wondered if she was
heading down the same
road.
And, once again,
she remembered the advice of Mr. Johnson, an older man in her theater company.
He had warned her that many girls live their life in anticipation of their
wedding day, never thinking beyond that glorious event. But, he had reminded
her, life continues after the wedding. Although this was an
obvious truth, it had startled Mary Jane. And she realized that all of her
thoughts had been centered on the wedding, the preparations, plans, etc.
She had given little thought to life after the
wedding.
It was true
that her wedding would be a big milestone in her life! But it was also true
that probably most of her life would take place after the wedding!
And that life would be shared with John. This helped her put things into
prospective.
All of these
memories had flooded over Mary Jane when she had heard the strains of the
Mendelssohn Wedding March in the church. Why was she going to commit her
life to this animal? Why was it necessary for her to secrete
six condoms on her body before she could even walk down the aisle? To be
sure, John could exude immense charm when he wanted to! It was the charm
that had led her to accept his proposal of marriage. But during their engagement,
she had seen another part of his personality surface. And there were some
things she did NOT like. She had always tried to ignore this
'other John', but as she stood, poised to walk down the aisle, she suddenly
realized that the things she disliked the most were probably the 'real John',
and the 'charming John' would disappear once the wedding was
over.
She had scribbled
a note and
run!
At first, she
hadn't realized where she was running, but soon she realized that her feet
were taking her to the only man who she really loved! To Peter
Parker!
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Reviving from
her contemplations, Mary Jane went back to the mirror to begin her preparations
for Peter's return. She turned her attention to the image in the mirror before
her. The gown was indeed beautiful! But it was diabolically difficult to
get into and to get out of! And the 'long-line' bra she was wearing beneath
it would require a month to
remove!
She pulled
up the skirt and petticoats to reveal her long, white silk stocking covered
legs. The stockings were held in place by a garter belt. She could see the
small square packages outlined against each leg within the top of each
stocking.
It was time
to begin her preparations for Peter's
return
Straining her
arms behind her back, she fumbled with hooks and eyes and the myriad of buttons
holding the wedding gown in place. Once they were opened, she attacked the
bra, eventually removing that also. Once she had removed the bra, there were
two condoms in her hand. She searched and found an almost unused drawer where
she cached her bra. She also deposited four condoms in the drawer. keeping
one to the top of each stocking. Those were all she would need for the
present!
Lacking a bra,
she pulled up her half-slip so that the elastic band ran above her breasts.
She pulled the wedding gown back into place, and carefully fastened only
the top two hooks and eyes. Then she returned to Peter's bed and sat, facing
the balcony window, and awaited his
return.
Chapter 3. - Spiderman's
return.
A little more
than half an hour had passed when Spiderman returned to Peter Parker's apartment.
He sincerely hoped that Mary Jane would still be waiting there. Although
the sun wouldn't set for some time, heavy clouds were forming overhead making
if feel like nighttime was arriving early. As he swept through the late summer
air, he was thinking more of Mary Jane and less with the thrill of the feeling
of flight.
Approaching
his window, he got a glimpse of the white wedding gown. Peter's heart gave
a leap in his chest. She was still there! With a spring in his step, he landed
on the balcony and in a flash changed back to his regular school clothes:
dark pants with a button down collar shirt. As he stepped into his apartment,
he was once again awed by Mary Jane's beauty. She had always been beautiful!
Even as a little girl. And he always had loved her, even though he had been
much too shy to say anything about it. Then, when he had become Spiderman,
he had concluded he would never be able to approach her for fear of putting
her into danger, just as he, himself, had moved into an environment of danger.
But now she knew his secret, and she had told him that that wasn't going
to keep them apart!
She was sitting
on the edge of his bed, still in her Wedding gown, and her eyes rose to meet
his. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman in the world! A smile started
in her eyes and slowly covered her whole radiant
face.
I'm glad
you're back, lover, she greeted
him.
Peter was
tongue-tied!
She stood and
moved to him, placing her palms on the sides of his
face.
Please
indulge me, she implored. I have to find out something!
And she gently drew his lips to her. It was a sweet kiss, gentle and loving.
And yet, it seemed to merge two souls into one, almost causing him to convulse!
When the kiss ended, she pressed her cheek against his and whispered,
Yeeeeeeesssss! She gave a long sigh! That's the kiss I've
been waiting for all of my
life!
That determined,
she had further business to attend
to.
A few
minutes ago, she started, you said that you loved me. Peter
nodded, unable to say a word. Is that still true? Again, Peter
nodded.
How much
do you love me? Do you love me enough to stand beside me, to take care of
me. To be my partner in life? Dumbly, Peter nodded again. It almost
sounded as if she were reciting wedding
vows.
And I
love you! she whispered, and their lips drew together. Their arms encircled
each other and their lips pressed passionately together. It was only the
third time Peter had kissed her, or the fourth time if you include the time
she had kissed him when he was Spiderman. His heart raced, he seemed barely
able to breathe. He pressed her to him and he was keenly aware of her breasts
pressed against his chest. Something was not right about the back of her
wedding gown, but he couldn't muster the mental power to try to figure out
what it was. He just let the teenage feelings of the kiss pour over his entire
being and the rapture spread throughout his body! It even made him feel weak
in the
knees.
Eventually,
the kiss came to an end, and she leaned back to look into his eyes. Do
you really love
me?
It was almost
impossible for Peter to speak. The words seemed to rasp out. Mary Jane,
I have always loved
you!
Her face lit
up like a Christmas tree. Peter was so happy that he had said something
right.
Mary Jane took
a step
backward.
I almost
lost you today, she said, constantly maintaining eye contact. I
almost married someone else. And if I had, I think I would have regretted
that for the rest of my life.
But there
I was, in the church, ready to marry him, she continued. And
if I had, tonight I would be giving him my virginity. Peter flushed
at the frankness of her words. Again, he still didn't know what to
say.
I think
you know I'm still a virgin. She stated. Mutely, Peter nodded his head
again. Theirs had been a long relationship, and they really had very few
secrets from each
other.
I think
you are a virgin, too, she continued. Again, Peter nodded his head,
flushing to an even deeper shade of
red.
I've
always wanted to save myself for my husband, for the man that I love. And
until these past few months, I knew that I was saving myself for you. Then
things got crazy, and I agreed to marry . . . someone else. And I'm afraid
I've hurt him badly by leaving him at the altar like I did. Mary Jane's
mouth took on a determined
_expression.
I
never want to lose you again! she stated with
assurance.
Mary Jane took
another step backwards, so that the two of them were almost an arm's length
from each other. She raised her hands and put them over her shoulders reaching
down behind her back. The action caused her breasts to rise on her chest,
capturing Peter's hungry
eyes.
I am
in love with you, she declared. And I want to assure you that
I always will. And I want to confirm our relationship right here and now,
to seal the bond between us so that regardless of what happens in the future,
we will always have
this!
The bodice
of her wedding gown suddenly loosened and the entire wedding gown fell to
the floor. That was what had felt strange when he had had his
arms around her! The entire back of her gown had been unfastened: Only the
top hook and eye held everything in place. As she dropped her hands to her
side, she was wearing only a half-slip that had been pulled up to cover her
breasts and extended downward to the top of her thighs. She had on white
hose, but the garters disappeared under the half-slip.
I will
always love you! she said with assurance. I was prepared to give
my chastity to my husband tonight. She stepped up to Peter and she
began unbuttoning his shirt. The buttons opened easily and quickly.
Now, she concluded, I still want to give my purity, my
innocence to the man I truly love: to you! She slid the shirt off of
his shoulders and it dropped.
Suddenly jarred
out of his trance, Peter grabbed her wrists. Mary Jane, I . . . I .
. . What . . . he stammered. This was a teenaged fantasy come true,
and he wasn't sure that he was ready for it. Are you sure? he
croaked
out.
Firmly, she
extracted her wrists from his hands, and her fingers found and unbuckled
his belt. I'm more sure of this than of anything else in my life!
She declared. And she unzipped his pants with a firm confidence. During the
past few weeks, Mary Jane had fantasized about initiating lovemaking when
she was married. Now she was living that fantasy with Peter.
But .
. . Peter gasped. Words failed him as she opened the last button on
his trousers and they fell to the floor.
Mary Jane put
one finger over his lips, only long enough to silence his objection. Then
she took his hands and moved them to elastic holding the half-slip above
her breasts. Her hands went to his side, her thumbs gripping the waistband
of his shorts before pausing for a moment.
I'll
do yours if you do mine! she said with a twinkle in her eye and she
slowly began to pull his shorts downward.
Totally at
a loss for words, Peter Parker began to pull the half-slip downward and it
slipped over her breasts, exposing the most beautiful promontories on earth,
each one topped with a pink areola and a very erect nipple. As her half-slip
reached her waist, his shorts passed over his erect manhood, exposing him
to her view. She paused as she stared at his erection, and he believed that
it was probably the first, live male erection that she had ever seen. Quickly,
she averted her eyes. And Peter could sense her rapid heartbeat, even though
her only touch was her hands on the waistband of his
shorts.
After a long
hesitation, again, her mouth took on that determined look, and she returned
to pushing his shorts further downward. And he pushed her half-slip over
her hips. The half-slip fell to the floor. She wasn't wearing panties. The
only thing she was wearing was her garter belt and her white hose.
She stepped
out of the clothing bunched around her feet and moved to him, embracing him
and kissing him deeply. As flesh pressed against bare flesh and both were
painfully aware of the pulsing bulge that was pressing into her stomach,
but she refused to pull her hips away from him breaking this contact.
As the kiss
continued, she began stepping backward an inch at a time, drawing Peter with
her, until her calves touched the edge of his bed. Breathing heavily, she
broke the kiss and dropped one hand to the top of her stocking. She extracted
a small square package from the stocking and handed it to
Peter.
Can you
take care of this? She
asked.
Eyes wide with
astonishment, he accepted the package, whispering, I think
so.
She pulled
the sheet to the side and sat on the bed. Her eyes remained riveted on his,
afraid to look directly at his manhood. Mechanically, he tore the package
open, removed the condom, and somehow rolled it into place over his very
hard penis. She took his hand as he finished, and lay back pulling him onto
the bed with her, leading him between her legs until he was over her and
was actually poised at the entrance of her
womanhood.
She was afraid.
They both were. Still uncertain and insecure, once more he asked, Uuuuhhh,
are you sure . . . . She wanted to grab him by the buttocks and pull
him to her, but she was too self-conscious and fearful.
Through the
fear in her eyes, she managed to say, Yes, I'm
sure!
His inexperience
was probably more obvious than hers was. She could feel his heat and his
desire as he searched for her vagina. But she was impatient, too, and after
a few moments of Peter's adolescent fumbling, she reached between them, found
him (my God, he's so BIG!) and guided him between her lips
to her tight opening. She gave an unconscious intake of breath as he began
to enter her. Then, almost immediately, she cried out as he pressed through
her hymen. They both felt her muscles clamp around him, and he started to
pull
back.
No,
stay! she gasped, her hands grasping at his hips to prevent is withdrawal.
Don't pull out! He froze in position, and each could feel the
other spasming unconsciously. Gently, she began to exert pressure on his
hips, drawing him deeper into her. She said, Give me your virginity
while I give you
mine!
And with some
trepidation and fear, but also with great joy, she gave him her innocence,
her purity, . . . her virginity. Gladly, she cast aside her chastity, eagerly
giving herself to the man that she
loved.
It wasn't nearly
as poetic for Peter. But eagerly, he sought out her depths, cherishing every
moment, every movement, every sensation as he made love with the woman
he had loved ever since they were both small
children.
All too soon,
he felt the pressure building within him. Her hips were rising up to meet
his as he pressed deeper into her. And much too quickly, he pumped his seed
into the
condom.
Chapter 4 - Mary Jane expresses her
doubts.
Mary Jane was puzzled
that it was over so quickly. There was no doubt that she was no longer a
virgin . . . . the pain of losing her maidenhead was undeniable. She had
felt him pulsing inside of her. But his shrinking inside her told her that
it was over. Had she missed something? Was that what
it's all about? she wondered to herself, feeling as if she had been
cheated.
Abruptly, Peter pulled
out, and she felt herself getting all wet. Quickly, Peter recognized his
mistake. When he had withdrawn, he had left the condom behind, and now it
was releasing its contents all over her. Quickly, he found the condom and
pulled it from his lover. And now, condom in hand, he wasn't sure what to
do next. He rolled to the side and found a candleholder on the nightstand
beside the bed, where he deposited the used condom.
Looking back, he
found her watching him with fear in her eyes. She had found the sheet and
pulled it over herself, and thrown the end of it over Peter's nakedness.
At his confusion, she asked him, Are you going to leave now? Or are
you going to make me leave?
Of course
not, he assured her and wrapped her in his arms, pressing her to his
chest. Why would I want you to leave?
The uncertainty in
her voice was obvious. Well, . . . now that you've gotten what you
wanted . . .
Mary Jane!
he implored. I love you! And I want you to stay with me always.
Always!
Always?
she asked, fearful eyes looking up at him.
Always!
he answered definitely.
Always!
she purred and, reassured, she relaxed, seeming to melt in his arms. They
stayed like that for a long time. So what, if there hadn't been the fireworks
she had expected! Maybe everyone had been exaggerating!
Mary Jane reveled
in the incredible feeling of intimacy she was feeling with Peter. She had
never felt this close, this much in love, with anyone before! There was a
wet spot, the infamous wet spot, beneath Mary Jane. Also, her loins
were wet, and she suspected the dampness was Peter's semen. Somehow, she
wondered if she should be concerned by the presence of his semen so near
to her vagina, but she felt so close to Peter, she didn't want to do or say
anything that might interfere with the intimacy of the moment. Besides, she
had been acutely aware of her menstrual cycle as her wedding date had approached:
she knew that even if she had totally unprotected sex, pregnancy was unlikely
right now. She could feel Peter's damp, flaccid penis pressing against her
side as they lay in a long unmoving embrace. The joy of being held in his
arms was more than enough to satisfy her. At least until she felt his penis
begin to twitch again.
Chapter 5 - Again?
She rubbed her cheek
against his chest, and self-consciously cleared her
throat.
Peter was sensitive
enough to recognize she had something on her mind. What is it, Mary
Jane? he asked. And quickly he added, My
love!
'My love.' Mary Jane
liked that. She knew how deeply she loved him, but there is never any way
to know for sure how someone else feels. Still, she felt very shy and was
afraid to speak.
Peter raised her
chin and gently kissed her on the lips. What is it? he asked
again.
Self-consciously,
she spoke. I've given you my heart, Mary Jane whispered.
And I've given you every part of me. She swallowed hard, trying to
lift her courage.
She felt absolutely terrified,
but fearfully, she valiantly put her fear aside and asked with an all the
conviction she could muster, Can we do it
again?
Peter stared at her,
unbelieving, but Mary Jane also felt his penis twitch against her side and
almost immediately it began to grow. Mary Jane felt she had to say something.
The words that came out weren't exactly what she might of
planned.
I mean, I'm
feeling like a walking, talking light bulb!
Does that mean
you're getting 'turned on'? Peter asked,
innocently.
No, Mary
Jane answered, still not thinking of what she was saying. I don't think
I can get turned on until I'm screwed!
Mary Jane turned
absolutely crimson, her eyes wide as saucers. That didn't come out
the way I meant it! she whimpered. I can't believe I said
that!
Peter gave her that
stupid grin, but then looked at the candlestick holder on the nightstand
next to him. He picked up the used condom, fingering it as he examined it.
You can't use it again,
can you? Peter asked. He noticed that there were small red streaks
on the prophylactic. With a sudden tightening in his stomach, he realized
it was Mary Jane's virginal blood.
I don't think so, she replied.
Oh!
Mary Jane was pleased
with the disappointment in his voice.
Do you want
to do it again? She asked?
She watched the smile
spread across his face as he nodded his head.
Me, too!
she agreed. Keep that thought! And she slipped out of the bed
and padded across the room. Mesmerized, Peter watched her beautiful bare
bottom swing back and forth. Peter's eyes bugged out as Mary Jane stopped
and bent over to pick up her wedding dress, unconsciously giving him a show
that he hadn't expected. She carefully draped the dress over an easy chair
before continuing to the dresser. She opened the bottom drawer, one that
he never used, and took something out. Closing the drawer, she padded back
to the bed, her perfect breasts swinging in rhythm with her steps. And slipped
under the sheet beside him, she placed a handful of condoms in his palm and
almost laughed at the stupid _expression of amazement on his
face.
Carla gave
them to me before the wedding. She insisted that I put one in each stocking,
one in each cup of my bra, and one on each hip of my panties. She said it
was just in case John turned into a real animal and didn't want to wait until
we got to our hotel.
Peter's eyes moved
back and forth between the pile of condoms in his hand and his
girlfriend.
Patiently, she explained.
One is for now, she said taking one from his hand and holding
it up before him as she propped herself up on one elbow, the sheet falling
to the side, exposing her breast which drooped slightly under the influence
of gravity. and the rest are . . . she faltered . . . for
later . . . , she concluded.
Peter set the handful
of condoms on the nightstand and took the condom from her hand and. Lying
back on the bed, he was about to tear open the package, when his eyes alighted
on her still exposed breast. Tentatively, almost hesitantly, he reached out
and touched it.
She watched with
almost apprehensive eyes as his hand approached her nipple.
Are they all
right? They're not too . . . Mary Jane began
falteringly.
They're
perfect! Peter interrupted.
Mary Jane closed
her eyes as she felt his fingertips come in touch with her
body.
They are
absolutely perfect! he confirmed and his touch outlined
her once again rapidly hardening nipple. His feather-light touch outlined
her nipple and gently his fingers caressed more of her breast. She let her
elbow slip out from under her so she could lie on her back as his fingers
explored her.
She gave a sudden
intake of breath when he grasped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger,
then whimpered when he pinched.
Did I hurt
you? he asked, pulling his hand away.
Only when you
pinch too hard, she responded. She led his hand back to her breast,
and placed his thumb and forefinger around her nipple. He began rolling the
nipple. Mmmmm! That's nice! I like that! she reassured
him.
Tentatively, he drew
the sheet aside, exposing her other breast, which he also
caressed.
Timidly, his head
moved toward her chest. She felt his movement, and anxiously watched him.
He paused to meet her reticent eyes.
May I kiss
them? he asked timidly.
With eyes wide, she
silently nodded. She watched as he kissed her breasts, alternating between
them, slowly covering most of both mounds. Eventually, he reached her nipples,
as she knew that he would. She held her breath as he kissed each nipple.
And she gave a small gasp as he drew one fully erect nipple into his mouth
and gently sucked. The thrill of his lips on her nipples was sending waves
of excitement through her. Her hand found the back of his head and gently
pressed his mouth harder against her bosom. Her breathing became harder and
faster until she was panting. His breaths were coming hard and fast
also.
Suddenly, he pulled
away. Confused, she frowned at him until she realized he was fumbling with
the condom package. She had mixed emotions as she watched him struggle to
roll the contraceptive over his erect penis in the shadows. Then, still panting,
she lay back, staring at the ceiling. She was terribly eager to make love
with him again, but she still had a virgin's fear.
Almost as soon as
he finished putting the condom on, he was crawling on top of her, and once
more, she spread her thighs for him. Wasn't there supposed to be foreplay
or something, she wondered. He fumbled, trying to enter her, and she was
almost ready to 'put him in his place' when he found it all by himself. Again,
she gasped as he entered her, feeling his excitement as he quickly was thrusting
into her. It thrilled her that he was so single minded in making love to
her, but somehow wondered if she was being left behind. He certainly was
an enthusiastic and exuberant lover. She hoped as he, or
they became more experienced, there would be more in it for
her! She loved Peter intensely. And she truly treasured the intimacy they
were sharing! But also, she would certainly enjoy experiencing one of those
mind-blowing orgasms that some of her girlfriends had
described.
Again, in a matter
of minutes, he was grunting hard, rutting deeply into her. Eagerly, she thrust
her hips back to meet his because she could feel more stimulation from the
increased thrust as they both worked together. But soon, he stiffened and
she felt him pulsing within her. Why wasn't she experiencing more?
Chapter 6 - Mary Jane
looks.
Gradually, Mary Jane
woke. She had dozed off in Peter's arms. She still felt his arm protectively
lying across her waist and he was gently stroking her hair. The gentle touch
of his hand felt like the caress of angels' wings. He had pulled the sheet
up to cover her shoulders, keeping her comfortably warm. She opened her eyes
to find him gazing, smilingly, at her. It had grown dark outside.
Are you
awake? Peter whispered.
Mary Jane nuzzled
her face against Peter's chest, as she answered, That depends on your
intentions.
My intentions
are strictly dishonorable and absolutely selfish, he assured
her.
Then I'm as
wide awake as you want me to be! She kissed his naked chest. Do
you have any candles? Mary Jane asked.
Peter nodded to the
kitchen. There are some in the right hand drawer.
Mary Jane slipped
from under the sheet and padded buck-naked to the kitchen. She found the
candles and set a couple in candleholders, which she brought back to illuminate
Peter's sleeping area. Peter was sitting up and had tucked the sheet over
his waist. Once the candles were in place and lit, Mary Jane again disappeared
into the kitchen. Just seeing her pad out of the room and back into the room
had Peter growing harder. Mary Jane emerged from the kitchen with two bowls
of ice cream. They sat on the bed and feasted. Peter was still covered by
the sheet, but Mary Jane sat, boldly, on top of the sheet, her legs crossed
Indian style, frankly displaying her femininity to his gaze..
She had shared her
body with Peter as intimately as two human beings can. There was no way she
was going to let false modesty interfere with their time together.
Eventually Peter
decided he had to keep his eyes on neutral ground, because he couldn't resist
the temptation to stare at her beautiful nude form sitting before him. By
not looking at her, his erection, hidden from her view by the sheet, eventually
subsided. They made small talk until the ice cream was finished. Then Mary
Jane took the bowls and set them on a nightstand.
Their eyes met, and
they smiled at each other. Suddenly, self-conscious, Mary Jane cleared her
throat. Somewhat nervously, she asked, Peter, do you mind if I satisfy
some of my feminine curiosities?
Curiosities? asked Peter asked, not sure what she
wanted.
Mary Jane slid beneath
the sheet next to him and put her hand on his chest. Yes, feminine
curiosities, she repeated, and her hand slid down over the sheet to
find his limp member and rest softly on top of it. Feminine
curiosities, she paused as she felt him stir under her hand, about
the male anatomy . . .
Realizing what she
wanted, he also stammered, Ummm, sure, I don't mind. You can do whatever
you want.
She rose to her elbow,
and her small hand began exploring him through the sheet. Peter lay back,
watching her as she slowly pulled the sheet aside, revealing his slowly
stiffening manhood. Her dainty fingers encircled him and squeezed, eliciting
a moan from him. She leaned forward to examine him more closely in the
candlelight, and carefully felt around his crown before allowing her fingertips
to move downward, exploring his testicles within his scrotum. Again, her
fingers returned to his now rampant penis. There was more of him to encircle
this time, and wide eyed, she looked from his member to his eyes, then back
to his member again. He was still growing!
Mary Jane bent closer
and kissed his penis. Then let her tongue caress it, before her lips surrounded
the tight crown. She backed off, running her tongue around her lips,
concentrating on the taste of his pre-cum. Then she looked at him,
apologetically. I know guys are supposed to like it when a girl takes
him into her mouth . . . but, I'm not sure . .
.
It's all
right, he reassured her. You don't have to do anything you don't
want to.
Relief flowed over
Mary Jane's face. Hesitantly, she looked down at his fully erect penis, filling
her grip. She moved it side to side as she gazed at it.
I don't believe
it! she murmured. I simply don't believe
it!
Mary Jane heard a
tearing sound. Looking up, Peter had opened another condom package. This
time, he guided her hand as, with his help, she slowly rolled the lubricated
condom over his penis. It fit like a second skin. Looking to him for
instructions, he put a hand on her hip and urged her to straddle him. Then
he lined her up over him and following his lead, she slowly began to settle
herself down on him. Once again, she gave a small gasp as he entered her.
Then she paused.
Peter,
she whispered, blushing. Can I . . . . may I . . . .
look?
He smiled at her.
Of course you can! he reassured her. You can do whatever
you want.
And they both looked.
And they watched as she lowered herself onto him and his penis slowly disappeared
from view, sinking into her depths until her pubic hair was meshing with
his. It looked like they were truly joined together. She was utterly amazed
that his entire length fit into her without causing her discomfort. Following
his guidance, she raised her hips upward and she watched with amazement as
she almost completely slid off of him before he stopped her. Then she watched
again as she lowered her torso and saw, as well as felt his penetration of
her womanhood! It was fascinating, watching him sink into her. She had felt
that experience earlier, now she was watching it!
His hand went to
the juncture of her legs, gently sliding between her lips, and suddenly she
felt the increased stimulation of his touch of her clitoris. Suddenly, she
didn't want to look anymore. Rather, she began riding him up and down like
a merry-go-round. Closing her eyes, once again she enjoyed the sensation
of the loving connection between a perfectly matched man and
woman.
It was a joint effort,
just as all of their lovemaking had been. He pressed his hips upward to meet
her downward thrust, and both of them experienced the rush to culmination.
When Mary Jane heard his breath becoming ragged, she opened her eyes again
to watch him as he rose to climax with her. Again, she felt him spurting
his seed into her, but was disappointed that there was very little to see
as she watched on the outside. There seemed to be a white ring around the
base of the condom, which she concluded was probably lubrication either from
her or from the condom. She also noticed a small amount of leakage from the
base of the condom.
This climax had been
enjoyable, but not particularly earth shaking, so she began to rise to lift
herself off of him. Immediately, his hand went to the base of the condom
to keep it on him, and not to permit her to take it with her as she left
him. Once she was free from him, she lay beside him, watching him as he shrank.
When he was limp, she carefully removed the condom and put it with the others
in the empty candleholder beside the bed. She noticed with pleasure that
the candleholder was getting full!
Feeling a little
awkward lying on her side, she pulled a pillow down and wedged it behind
her. Returning her examination to his limp penis, she started to reach for
it again, but paused to look up at him. He was lying with his head on a pillow
watching her. Seeing her hesitation, he nodded again, giving permission for
her to continue to satisfy her 'curiosities'. Again, she touched him. His
penis was limp, but wet, covered with a thick, viscous fluid . . . his semen!
She raised her wet finger to her tongue. Mary Jane wasn't sure what she expected,
but the slightly salty fluid was neither pleasant nor unpleasant to the taste.
Chapter 7 - the telephone
call.
Both of the teenagers jumped
as the telephone rang.
Their eyes met and Mary Jane nodded, so
Peter answered the phone. One more time, Mary Jane found the sheet and pulled
it over her hips. Peter listened to the voice on the phone for a moment and
silently mouthed Your father! to Mary Jane. Then he mouthed,
Do you want to talk to him?
Mary Jane's mouth
firmed up and she nodded, sitting up and crossing her legs, adjusting the
sheet over her hips. Peter watched his girlfriend sitting on his bed. The
sheet covered her legs, but she was sitting bare-breasted before him as she
spoke to her father.
Mary Jane! What
happened? When we couldn't find you, I called your apartment several times
and left messages on your machine. What
happened?
Mary Jane's father was yelling so loud that Peter could easily make out the
words.
I'm sorry,
Daddy. But when I left the church, I ran over to Peter's apartment to talk
with him.
But what happened?
Why didn't you marry John? Why did you
leave?
I'm sorry,
Daddy, But I realized that he just wasn't the right man for me. I don't love
him enough to marry him.
Peter realized that
Mary Jane might want privacy during this conversation, so he sat up and put
his feet on the floor. His escape was stopped as Mary Jane placed a hand
on his shoulder, drawing him back into the bed. She wanted
Peter to hear this conversation, to know where she
stood.
And you walked
all the way to Peter's? In your wedding
gown?
her father demanded.
Actually, I
ran all the way to Peter's.
Your mother paid
a lot of money for that wedding gown. You should take care of it. You shouldn't
be sitting around in
it.
I'm not just
sitting around in it, Daddy. I took it off shortly after I
arrived.
There was a hesitation
on the other end of the phone. Then, what are you
wearing?
Mary Jane looked
down and blushed as she realized for the first time that she was sitting
bare-breasted in front of Peter. Without thought, she raised her hand to
cover her nakedness, but had the presence of mind to answer her father softly,
Daddy, you don't want to know.
There was an even
longer pause on the other end of the phone. Finally, the shaky voice of her
father spoke. Well, you call us when you get back to your apartment
tonight. We want to be sure you get home
safely.
Peter reached out
and grasped her hand that was covering her breasts and insistently pulling
it downward and out of the way, restoring his view of her naked torso.
Mary Jane looked
lovingly at Peter, reclining beside her, smiling at him. She spoke to her
father, I won't be calling back tonight, Daddy. I'm safe with Peter.
And I will be spending the night with him! Oh, how she loved that stupid
grin that Peter gave her as he recognized the ramifications of what she was
saying. Peter reached over to pick up another condom, then returned to watching
his love as he toyed with the sealed package, the stupid grin still on his
face!
It wasn't often that
Mary Jane's father was speechless. But he was, now. Finally he collected
his wits enough to demand, Let me talk to
Peter!
Without blinking
an eye, she responded, No, Daddy, you may not talk with Peter. It is
my choice to be here. What's happening here is our business, not
yours.
What are the
two of you
doing?
You don't want
to know that, either, Daddy, was her quiet response. Then she added,
But you're still young enough to remember what it was like to be young
and in love, aren't you?
Another pause. Then,
quietly, Yes, I remember. Mary Jane, are you . . .
Mary Jane held her
breath, afraid he would ask a question that would require a complete and
straightforward answer. She was determined that she would not lie to her
father.
He asked such
a question, but it wasn't the question she was
expecting.
Are you . . .
being . . .
careful?
Mary Jane felt an
enormous sense of relief. Yes, Daddy, I am . . . we
are.
Then call us
when you can. I have to talk with your
mother.
Thank you,
Daddy! I love you! And you may have to remind her that I'm a grown up now.
I'm living in my own apartment and on my own. I'm old enough to make my own
decisions. Mary Jane was still angry at being called while she and
Peter were . . . being . . . intimate.
But you're still
her little
girl. Her father replied.
That's true,
she said. She couldn't resist the temptation to rub her father's nose in
it. But I'm not doing anything tonight that I wouldn't be doing if
I had gotten married this afternoon.
But you're
not married to Peter. If you were married, it would be different. She
heard him give a deep sigh.
I know, Daddy.
But I love him! I'm really in love with Peter!
I
understand,
her father responded. Call us when you
can.
Good night,
Daddy, she said, trying to bring the conversation to a
close.
Good night, Mary
Jane,
he agreed. Then, Oh, Mary Jane! I suggest you don't talk too much
about this to your mother. It will upset her. Mary Jane nodded
her head, even though he couldn't see her through the phone lines. He continued,
But if you want to talk to me about it, I will understand!
he assured her.
They made their goodbyes
and the phone went dead. Mary Jane handed the phone to Peter who returned
it to its cradle. For a moment, Mary Jane simply sat there gazing into infinity
her lovely breasts rising and falling with each breath. Finally, she said,
partially to Peter and partly to herself, Poor man. He's trying so
hard to be a good daddy.
He loves you
a great deal, Peter observed.
I know he
does, she agreed. Once again, she dropped her eyes to her bare breasts,
fully exposed to her lover. Then with an act of shear determination, she
reached down and threw the sheet from the bed, leaving both Peter and herself
completely uncovered. Her eyes immediately found his limp penis. She reached
out to grab his instrument, squeezing it as if she were milking it.
Chapter 8 - Show me how much you love
me!
Lying back on the
bed, pulling him over her, felling his weapon harden within her grip. As
her breasts flattened again beneath his weight, she desperately hugged him
to her and begged him, Tell me you love me, Peter! And then make love
to me! And show me how much you love me! The forgotten pillow was beneath
her, and she didn't want to stop to move it. It was positioned directly
underneath her backside, raising her hips a few inches above the
bed.
Peter was more than
happy to comply with her request, quickly rolling a condom into place and
moving between her welcoming thighs. Although not completely erect, he was
hard enough to enter her and again she gave a small gasp as he entered her,
and began a slow pumping motion as he continued to harden and grow within
her. Her hips immediately matched his rhythm.
Mary Jane wasn't
really paying attention to their sex. Her attention was still on the phone
call.
Why did he have to
do that? she wondered out loud. This was the most wonderful night
of my life and now he's made me feel like it's somehow dirty.
Unconsciously, she let her hips roll naturally into Peter's
thrusts.
I love you,
Peter whispered into her ear, pressing deeper to meet her
thrust.
He wouldn't
be calling me like that if I had married John this afternoon, she continued
giving her hips an extra thrust as if to emphasize her thoughts. Peter moaned
in response and she froze for a moment before rolling her hips the same way
again, eliciting another groan from Peter. She rolled again. This time she
was concentrating on the new sensation that was spreading throughout her.
There was something different this time. Was it because of the pillow under
her bottom? Was it because of the way she was rolling her hips? She rolled
her hips again, feeling the electricity spread through her. Peter moaned
again, and she moaned also.
As she continued
rolling her hips, she carefully slid her hand between their two bodies. She
found him and her fingers felt his penis sliding in and out of her. Experiencing
his thrusts in two ways at the same time was tremendously erotic, and she
felt a new eroticism spreading throughout her. He had become awfully big!
He couldn't really be that big, could he? Yes, he could! She had seen
him.
Her fingers found
and separated her lips, widening the pathway for him, which encouraged him
to press even deeper into her. But somehow, this reduced the growing sensations
within her. Her fingers released her lips and moved her hand up to her pubis,
gently pressing her labia together, unknowingly pressing her clitoris downward.
She cried out with pleasure with his next thrust as his penis lightly grazed
her clit. She cried again, and again, her volume increasing with each thrust.
He pumped more energetically, causing her to rise toward orgasm even more
enthusiastically. Peter didn't know what had caused the change in her reaction,
but he was becoming tremendously excited!
Peter had to put
his hand over Mary Jane's mouth to muffle her spontaneous scream as her bucking
hips almost threw him from the bed, so powerful was her orgasm. Of course,
Peter's response matched hers, but with somewhat less noise as he pumped
his seed into her depths. Both continued the futile attempt to continue pumping
into each other with the hope of making their respective orgasms continue
forever.
Eventually, both
collapsed in a tangled heap on top of Peter's bed, both naked, with the sheet
still dangling over the edge of the bed. She tightened her arms around him,
and the two lay pressed against each other for what felt like an eternity!
After several minutes of mindless exhaustion, Peter rolled to one side, careful
to take the condom with him, and he looked at the beautiful Mary Jane. She
was staring at the ceiling, her eyes blinking with the _expression of a bird
that had just flown headlong into a window. Both were panting, lying beside
each other on the narrow bed. Mary Jane rolled to her side, her face cradled
in the soft area beneath his shoulder, her breath tickling the hair on his
chest. Her heart still palpitating, she whispered to no one in particular:
So that's what it's all about! And she gave a deep
sigh! Maybe everyone had not been exaggerating, after all!
She was definitely going to keep that pillow exactly where it was!
This is
the most wonderful night of my life! she whispered into his ear. Peter
nodded his agreement.
I love you!
she whispered voicelessly.
I love you,
too! came his barely audible answer.
Slowly, she lifted
her face toward his and gradually her eyes came into focus. She whispered,
I've been in love with you since I could first remember. She
ran one hand over his chest And this is what I've been
waiting for all these years!
Eagerly, she lifted herself,
clasping both hands on his chest, her chin cradled in her hands as she smiled
into his eyes. Can we do it again? Now?
Again, she reached
down and grasped him in her fist, but there was no response from his limp
member. She tried pumping in her hand, but he didn't respond.
When she looked up
at him questioningly. Apologetically, he explained, A man needs a period
of time to recover before he can perform
again.
Why?
Mary Jane demanded?
Peter thought for
a moment. I don't know, he responded, and she accepted his
statements.
How long does
it take? She asked, looking down at his limp penis lying unresponsive
in her hand.
It varies,
he answered. In a young person like me, it can take anywhere from 30
seconds to maybe half an hour.
Mary Jane reclined
beside her lover, once again cradling her face to his chest still holding
his penis in her hand. She felt good! She kissed his chest and once again,
his strong arms surrounded her, and he stroked her hair again. She could
wait. Thirty seconds would be fine, but half an hour was not too long. She
smiled again. Yes, she could wait!
And, once again,
she felt a faint stirring in her hand.
The
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