Hmm no title for this one eather...

He looked out the window and at exactly 8:04 he saw her pass. Every morning
for the last six months, without fail, she passed his house at 8:04 a.m. on
her way to school. He thought nothing of it at first but he had become
fascinated with her after awhile. Who was she? What was she like?

He had seen her up close once and was awed by her beauty. Long
raven-colored hair, full pouty lips, blus eyes a man could get lost in and a
body that just didn't quit. He often wondered what it would be like to kiss
her, to caress her, to pump himself into her over and over, what kinds of
sounds she would make when she came. One might say he was obsessed, but he
believed that he was in love. And today he planned to meet her.

She felt his eyes on her again. She knew he watched her and she loved that
he did. She had thought at one time that he wanted her but when he made no
move to meet her, she discarded the idea.

But she wanted to meet him. He could have any woman he wanted; he was so
beautiful. Long blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, and that body...She wanted
him to be her first lover. At 18, she never dated. The guys in her
graduating class knew nothing of how to treat a girl. They wanted a quick
lay and that was it.

She wanted passion and understanding. HE could give that to her, she knew.
She looked at him one day while wearing sunglasses and saw the passion in
his eyes. It was like he was fucking her with his eyes. She felt her loins
stir at the memory and smiled.

It was three o'clock and she decided to leave school early, to catch him off
guard. He would expect her to leave at 3:30, like she always did, but
today, she didn't want him to expect her. She wanted him and she aimed to
have him, to hell with algebra.

She turned toward his house and walked to the back. She carefully opened
the back door and crept through the porch into the living room. His back was
to her as he watched a movie. Oh lord, he was watching Titanic! She smiled
and neared him. She startled him as she slid her hands over his shoulders.

"Jesus! You nearly-"

He saw her.

"You."

She nodded. Before he could say anything more, she shushed him and sat in
his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"I know you watch me."

He relaxed a little and blushed. She thought it was sweet. When he lowered
his head, she brought it back up.

"Don't be embarrassed. It's sweet."

Still, he could think of nothing to say. She stroked his hair. "So
beautiful..."

"You the one who's beautiful."

"Then why have you never approached me?"

He shook his head, not being able to answer. Instead, he brought her face
to his and kissed her, first running his tongue over her teeth, then
thrusting inside, where her tongue eagerly met his.

She broke the kiss and said, "Make love to me. Please."

He lifted her up and carried her toward his bedroom, forgetting the movie.
He gingerly lay her on the bed and climed on top of her. He kissed her
harshly, not being able to taste her enough. She edged her hands under his
shirt and pulled it off. She rolled his over and kissed and licked his
chest and nipples. He groaned and buried his hands in her hair.

She slid down his body and deftly unbuttoned his jeans. She pulled out his
throbbing erection and marvelled at how big he was. He braced himself and
clenched his fists as she took his inside sucking. She used her agile
tongue to bring him to a steely hardness and when he was about to come, she
stopped. He groaned, desperate for release.

He grabbed her, turned her over, and buried himself in her. She cried out
as he thrust into her again and again.

"Oh baby," she cried, "baby, please, make me come, make me come..."

He wrapped her legs around his waist and his lips attacked her breasts. She
held his head and ran her hands over his back. Sweat poured off their
bodies as they finally came.

As they came back to earth, she pulled his wet hair off his face, caressing
his back and murmurring words of endearment. After several minutes, he
looked at her.

"I never did find out your name."

"Leslie. And you?"

"Christian."

"Christian. My Christian."

"Yep, always yours."

THE END

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