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Date: 7 Nov 90 22:35:24 GMT
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                                Megan


        Megan Riley sat staring out her dorm room window.  There were times
when she wondered why she'd ever decided to go to school on the west coast.
She was so far from home, and she often felt like a fish out of water, here
among the native Californians.
        As she watched the other students walk along the path below her window,
she suddenly caught her breath as around the corner came an incredibly gorgeous
guy.  She watched intently as he walked by, admiring his sunbronzed muscles
rippling under his shirt, the muscular legs, firm ass, the confident way he
walked.  She watched until he was out of sight, and finally looked around for
something better to do.
        Her eyes lit on her bikini, thrown off-handedly over the back of a
chair, next to a steamy romance novel.  She grinned, thinking to herself, "Just
what I need.  Sunbathe on the roof and a little appropriate reading matter,
considering my mood."  She did have to admit to herself, she was horny as hell,
and since she had nothing to for it, perhaps a nap in the sun might calm her
nerves.
        She quickly changed into the bikini, pausing to admire herself in the
mirror.  She knew the only reason she had such trouble finding a man on campus
was her own nerves.  Her body was fine, better than fine.  Her breasts were
firm, and well-rounded, without seeming over large.  She raised a hand to cup
one, noting that it would just fill the palm of the average man.  She slid her
hands down her waist and over her gently rounded hips.  Not an ounce of
unappealing fat; her curves were just right.  Everything about her screamed
romance, if only she wouldn't get tongue-tied every time a good looking male so
much as glanced at her!
        Grabbing her towel and the book, she quickly headed for the roof,
trying to ignore the warmth that had begun to spread throughout her lower limbs
as she had examined her body.  Even now, her nipples tightned as she thought of
someone's hand - perhaps the man she had just seen - circling her breast,
brushing his thumb over her nipples.  Groaning in frustration, Megan ran for
the stairs to the roof.
        Upon arriving at the roof, Megan was glad to see it unoccupied.  She
felt her thoughts were written all over her face, and she knew she was
blushing.  Spreading the towel, she lay down on her back, legs spread slightly,
to read.
        As she read, she began to wish she hadn't chosen that particular book.
As the hero and heroine celebrated their wedding night, in ever so explicit
detail, Megan could feel that familiar warmth spreading through her.  She
glanced around but saw no one.
        "What could it hurt?" she asked herself quietly, glancing around once
more to make sure she really was alone.  "I'm twelve stories above the ground,
and I've never seen anyone else sunbathe or anything else here.  It's private."
        She squirmed uncomfortable as she began to read again.  One hand slid
upwards, seemingly of its own accord, and brushed lightly over the hardened
nipple of one breast.  Megan moaned, nearly dropping the book at the shock of
pleasure the simple touch sent through her.  Once more, she tried to ignore her
feelings and return to reading.  Again her hand moved, this time sliding down
the side of her waist, across her flat belly until it reached the slightly damp
place between her legs.  At the shock of the touch, Megan dropped the book
beside her and gave up all pretense.
        Megan was so hot she no longer cared whether she was alone or not.  All
she knew was that something had to be done about this, and she was the only one
there to do it.  One hand slipped under the edge of her bikini bottoms, between
the warm folds to find her swollen pleasure center.  The touch sent waves of
heat rolling through her, and she moaned loudly, her hips thrusting forward.
Her other hand rose to her breast, where she rolled her nipple between her
fingers.  Her hips moved gently against her finger, which slipped easily in the
moistness.  She could feel the pressure building, and her second hand slipped
to her waist to join the first under her now soaked bikini bottoms.  She moaned
again, rubbing the swollen bud of pleasure while her other finger slipped deep
inside herself.  The feeling of her finger sliding through the warm wet of her
own juices intensified the building of her feelings, and she knew she was about
to go over the edge.  She opened her eyes, and gave into her fantasies,
imagining the tanned face of the man she had seen earlier bending over her,
whispering to her.  Her hips arched upward, hard against her hand, and the
world exploded.
        Slowly she came back to reality, and blushed as she remembered the loud
cry she had made as she came.  As the throbbing subsided, she tried to figure
out how to get back downstairs, now that the bottom of her suit was drenched,
and opened her eyes.
        "Hello there."
        For a minute Megan thought she must be dreaming.  Surely there couldn't
be anyone else on the roof, and certainly not a someone with a voice that
sounded so thrilling.  She turned her head towards the source of the voice, and
felt the world drop out from under her.
        Sitting cross legged next to her, hands clasped in his lap, was the man
she had seen earlier.  He was looking at her, a faintly amused expression on
his face.  "I came up here to sunbathe."
        "So did I," Megan said quietly, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
"There's usually no one else here.  I like to be alone."
        The stranger chuckled.  "I think I can see why."
        Megan blushed again, and looked away.  "How long have you been here?"
Her voice was barely audible, and she could feel his breath on her shoulder as
he leaned close to catch her words.
        "Long enough to see that your body acts as beautifully as it is made,"
he said quite seriously.
        Blushing to the tips of her ears, Megan stood up and wrapped the towel
around her waist.  Not looking at the stranger, she leaned over the pick up her
book (presenting a wonderful rear view as she did so), and then ran for the
door.  "Good going, Megan.  Now you have not only managed to embarass yourself
in conversation, but in other ways as well!"  She didn't know how she could
ever forget this afternoon, but wished she could, and soon.

                        ------------------------------

        Jamie turned to watch the girl leave, feeling an aching in his groin.
When he had stepped through the door to the roof, he had not expected to find
anyone else there, and was frankly looking for a chance to get away from the
rest of the campus.  However, when he had rounded the corner, he had first
heard her, and then seen her.  He had hesitated, feeling his cock grow hard as
he watched her in silence, and then he had moved closer.  She hadn't seemed to
notice as he sat next to her, watching intently.  His manhood throbbed
intensely as she exploded into orgasm, and he considered taking advantage of
the situation, but didn't, waiting instead for her to come out of the clouds
and open her eyes.
        She had blushed quite nicely upon sighting him, and he realized that
she really was quite attractive, as well as very nicely shaped.  However, in
her embarassment she had left so quickly he had not even had the chance to find
out who the unusual girl was.  He didn't recall having met her before, and he
was positive he would have remembered her.  He smiled again, thinking of her,
then groaned in frustration.  Somehow, someway, he had to find out who she was.

                        ------------------------------

        Megan stepped into the room, slowly shutting the door behind her,
letting the towel drop to the floor in a crumpled heap.
        "Hey, kiddo!" her roomate's cheery voice greeted her.  "Been sunbathing
on the roof again?"
        Megan blushed before she could stop herself and turned away so Lindsay
wouldn't see her expression.  "Yes," she said softly.  She went to her dresser
and pulled out a t-shirt and shorts and quickly changed.  After regaining her
composure, she asked as calmly as possible, "Hey, Lins, you ever see this
really cute guy around -- looks kinda like..."  She described the man from the
roof as best she could.
        Lindsay thought a moment, then grinned.  "Sounds like Jamie Warren.
What an incredibly gorgeous man!"  She glanced at Megan.  "Why, got the hots
for the guy?"
        Megan sat on the bed, drawing her legs up close, her chin leaning on
her hands as she stared at the floor.  "No," she mumbled.  "I just wondered who
he was.  'Sides, you *know* how useless I am when it comes to talking to guys."
        Lindsay chuckled.  "Find him at a party, after you've had a few drinks.
That'll loosen your tongue."
        "Somehow I think it'll take more than that in this case," Megan
muttered so quietly Lindsay didn't know she had spoken.  "How could I have
*done* that?"

                        ------------------------------

        As the week went on, Jamie found himself watching the girls who passed
through the dorm, and it was a while before he realized he was looking for the
girl on the roof.  However, he never saw anyone who looked like her, and after
two days was ready to give up his search.
        He was sitting in the lounge, leaning back, feet up on the chair, the
book he was reading for his English class open and ignored on his lap.  He
stared out at the rain dripping down the window.  It had rained since that day
on the roof, casting a pall over everything at the California campus.  Jamie
chuckled to himself.  Not even a chance to sunbathe on the roof again.
        "Hey, Jamie!  You reading that book or hoping to absorb the plot
through your skin?"
        Jamie looked in the direction of the cheerful voice to see a classmate
of his walking towards him.  He recognized the blond, although he didn't know
her name, as a vivacious girl from his English class.  He greeted her and
motioned for her to sit.
        She perched on the edge of the chair opposite him and said cheerily.
"I'm Lindsay."
        He nodded.  She didn't say anything more, so he resorted to small talk.
"Bitch of a book to read, hm?"  He gestured at the novel in his lap.
        Lindsay shrugged.  "I read it last year for another class, so no big
deal."  She glanced at him.  "Do you know a Megan Riley?" she asked out of the
blue.
        Jamie thought a bit.  "Can't say I do.  Why?"
        "She's my roomate.  She was asking about you."
        Jamie's eyes narrowed.  Could it be... "What's she like?"
        Lindsay described her roomate.  There was *nothing* she liked better
than a little matchmaking, especially where her overly shy roomate was
concerned.
        As Jamie listened, he felt his body react as he realized Megan was the
girl he had been looking for her.  He had been waking in the morning to dreams
of her... he had seen her in his fantasies... and now he could have the chance
to find the girl.  He grinned.  "Why don't you give me her number, or tell me
where to find her?  You say she's shy?  Maybe I can do something about that..."
        Lindsay took a piece of paper from the notebook she had tucked under
her arm.  "Her schedule's on there too."  She grinned in return.  "Good luck.
You'll likely need it."

                        ------------------------------

        Megan groaned in frustration.  Her math class had to be the most
*utterly* boring class to take.  Each day she sat through the class, staring at
walls, daydreaming, just letting her mind wander.  She glanced at her watch.
Just about time for the professor to start winding up.  Then finally he was
done.  With a sigh of relief, Megan packed up her notebook and book, tucked
them under her arm, and hurriedly left the room.
        As she hurried through the door and around the corner, she muttered
"Excuse me," to the large body that suddenly blocked her way.  When it didn't
move, she glanced up angrily.  "*Excuse* me..." her voice trailed off as she
recognized who stood in front of her.
        Jamie grinned down at her.  "Fancy meeting you here."
        Megan felt her face grow hot and knew she was blushing to the tips of
her toes.  She stepped sideways and moved forward more quickly than he could
block her way again.  As she hurried away, Jamie watched her retreating back,
an amused smile on his face.

                        -------------------------------

        Megan was curled up in her room studying, despite the sun having once
again returned.  She preferred to study on the roof, but after the last time...
her face grew red and her body betrayingly warm with the memory.  She shook her
head and tried to concentrate on work.
        A knock on her door once again distracted her, and she threw it open.
"Yes?"
        A young man stood before her, holding a vase filled with roses.
"Delivery for Megan Riley," the man intoned.  "Is this the right address?"
        Megan nodded, dumbfounded.  For her?  She took the roses and with a
shaky hand signed the receipt.  As she closed the door she checked for a card.
Setting down the roses on her bureau, she plucked the tiny blue envelope from
between the flowers.  Opening it nervously, she read, "Do you know how hot you
make me?  I keep remembering what I saw and want *so* much to see more...
-Jamie"
        She dropped the card as if it were on fire, and then just as quickly
picked it up again before her roomate could find it.  She looked around,
panicked, wondering where to hide the card.  She finally tucked deep inside her
socks drawer and tried futilely to return to studying.

                        -------------------------------

        Lindsay smoothed her miniskirt over her flat stomach and checked her
appearance in the mirror.  Megan watched from where she was curled up on her
bed.  "You look fine, Lins.  Leave it be."
        Lindsay turned to stare at her roomate.  "You should come with me,
Megan.  It's not like its any big deal or anything."
        Megan shrugged.  "You know I don't like big parties."
        "You're shy, I know."  Lindsay sighed.  "Meg, you're *never* going to
get to meet anybody if you don't try."  She walked over to Megan's closet and
started going through the clothes.  Pulling out a peasant blouse and short
skirt, she tossed them to Megan, adding a pair of nylons and flats to the pile
of clothes.  "Get dressed."
        Megan looked up to see Lindsay standing before her, hands on her hips,
a determined expression on her face.  "What?"  She glanced from her roomate to
the pile of clothes on the bed, and back to her roomate again. "You must be
joking."
        "No joke."  Lindsay reached out to pull Megan's arms until the girl was
standing before her.  "Now, are you going to get dressed or do I have to do it
for you?"
        Seeing there was no way out of the situation, Megan quickly stripped
and dressed again.  She looked at the peasant blouse Lindsay had chosen and
started to exchange it for another top, but Lindsay stopped her.  Megan blushed
at the thought of wearing the blouse, for it was slightly transparant, and
since it was off-the-shoulder, a bra could not be worn underneath.  "Lins,
everyone will be able to see *everything*!"
        Lindsay shrugged.  "Look, just dress to kill.  Then you won't have to
worry about making conversation.  No one will notice if you're tongue tied
if you're dressed well enough."
        Megan had to smile at that, and realizing that Lindsay wouldn't change
her mind, she hastily finished dressing.  The top was very low on her,
uncovering the tops of her breasts.  She felt as if she would fall out of it
should she do anything too active, like breath.  And the skirt... well, she
tried to tug it a little longer, but it didn't work, barely covering her nicely
shaped ass and no further, showing little and leaving much to pleasant
imagination.
        "Perfect!" Lindsay gave her a 'thumbs up'.  "Now lets go."

                        -------------------------------

        The minute they stepped inside the door, Megan felt crushed by the
bodies around her.  Lindsay stayed with her only as far as the bar, and then
left her alone as she moved toward the dance floor, a cute guy on her arm.
Megan watched helplessly after her, and moved over towards the wall, trying to
find a place where she could breathe and sip her drink in relative peace.
        "Do you dance?"
        Megan glanced up to see *him* again.  Blushing, she turned away.  He
tapped her on the shoulder, getting her to glance at him again.
        He smiled encouragingly.  "I just asked if you *danced*.  One dance
can't hurt, can it?"
        She shrugged, not trusting herself to say anything.  He reached out and
gently took the drink from her hand, setting it on a nearby table.  Taking her
hand, he led her out to the dance floor, where she could hear a slow song
playing.  Placing his arms around her waist, he drew her close and started to
sway.
        Megan could feel the heat coming from his hands at her back and tried
to draw away.  He held her pinned in his arms, close to him, and she saw
amusement in his eyes when she tried to put more distance between their bodies.
        He bent his head close to her ear and whispered, "I have you now, my
dear, and I don't intend to let you go."
        She looked up at him and saw the grin on his face, and tried to smile
back, all sane thoughts having fled from her head.  This was worse than being
simply tongue-tied.  She had absolutely no idea what she was thinking and
little control over what she was feeling.  His hands were caressing the small
of her back, and even that simple touch was wreaking havoc with her senses.
She looked up again and saw his eyes gleaming as he watched her face intently.
He licked his lips, and her attention focused on that part of his face.  He had
such nice lips.  She wondered what it would feel like if he kissed her.
        Jamie stared down at the girl in his arms, amazed at whamazed... it didn't seem to matter how tongue-tied she was at this time... she
looked around her and saw that another song had started -- fast and spirited --
and she automatically felt her body start to move in time with the music.  She
glanced at Jamie and saw a wide grin on his face as he danced suggestively,
smiling only at her.  Megan felt her body respond and danced in kind, her hips
moving teasingly close to his, then she darted away... touching his chest
gently then moving back... a teasing glance, licking her lips, running her hand
down his back and legs... She had always loved to dance, and found now that she
didn't need to find the words to speak, her body could do it for her.
        Jamie knew that if he didn't leave soon, he would burst right here.
She had finally relaxed and the way she moved her body, teasing him, had him so
hot he could hardly think.  As the song ended he grasped her arms, drawing her
tight up against him and covered her mouth with his own.
        Megan's body melted against his, and she could feel him hot and hard
against her.  She ached to see him, and responded fervently to his kiss,
fencing with his tongue, her hands snaking around the back of his neck to play
with the tendrils of his hair at the base of his neck.  She moaned against his
mouth, and as he drew back her eyes pleaded with him to leave.
        Placing an arm around her shoulder (for which Megan was grateful -- she
wasn't certain she could have remained standing on her own), Jamie led her from
the building, across campus to his room.  As he opened the door, Megan stepped
inside, suddenly uncertain again.  She hesitated as Jamie closed the door.
        He could see her nervousness in her eyes, and knew that he wanted her
to feel right about this.  He grinned, knowing that he had thought about this
often already, and wondered if she had as well.  He watched as she looked
around his room.
        "Nice room," she commented in a shaky voice.
        Jamie shrugged.  "It's small, even for a single.  Why don't you sit
down, I'll be back in a minute."
        As he left, Megan looked around for a place to sit, finding a chair
piled high with clothes and books, the bed, and the floor.  Eyeing the bed
nervously, she settled herself on the floor, leaning back against the bed.  Now
that her mind had returned to her body, she was once more terrified.  She
*knew* she wanted him, oh God how she knew.  She just wasn't sure if she could
do it.  She was afraid of being laughed at, of doing something wrong...
        Jamie pushed the door open, carrying with him a bowl filled with
ice-cubes.  Opening the door to his small refridgerator, he pulled out a bottle
and settled it in the ice.  Going to his closet, he pulled out two wine glasses
and placed them next to the bottle.  Then he noticed where Megan was sitting.
He sighed inwardly, knowing that she was again tense.  He sat down on the bed,
next to her, and gently touched her shoulders.
        "Megan, if you want, I'll take you home now."
        Megan shook her head and glanced up at him.  "I don't want to go home,"
she said softly, placing her hand on his knee.  "I just..." her voice trailed
off as she couldn't think of what she'd meant to say.
        "Do you know how beautiful you looked that day on the roof?" Jamie
asked softly.  Megan blushed and turned away, wishing he hadn't reminded her of
that day.  He caught her chin in his hand and gently turned her to face him
again.  "I mean it,"  he said.  "I've dreamed of that, and of you."  He bent to
gently kiss her and felt some of the tension ease out of her.
        "You have?" Megan said, not quite believing him.
        He chuckled.  "Oh yes, I have."  He began massaging her shoulders and
felt her start to relax again, leaning into his strong hands as they caressed
and massaged her muscles.  "If you sit up here I can do this better."
        Megan stood, stretching with catlike grace, her breasts straining
against the thin fabric of her blouse, then sat on the bed.  Jamie motioned for
her to stay put and got up long enough to pop open the bottle of champagne and
pour two glasses.  He chuckled again.  "If I haven't been thinking about you,
then why would I have had this?"
        Megan shrugged, not used to this kind of flattery.  "You could have had
it for someone else entirely," she said softly.
        He turned her to face him and set down his glass so he could hold her
properly as he kissed her.  "Not for someone else, Megan.  Only for you."  He
gently tugged on her shirt, pulling it out from where it was tucked into her
skirt, reaching up under it so he touched the bare skin of her back.  His lips
moved over hers as his hands stroked her back, ever so gently teasing the
swells of her breasts as he almost, but not quite, tried to stroke them.
        Megan felt her breath growing shaky and her mind slipped away leaving
only sensation behind.  She was grateful that she was sitting, for it suddenly
seemed as if all her bones had turned to mush, no longer supporting her body.
She giggled slightly, startling Jamie, as she thought of one thing that
*definitely* shouldn't have turned to mush...
        He drew back when he felt her giggle, and saw a devilish expression in
her eyes.  "What is it?" he asked.
        She grinned impishly.  "I was just thinking how every time you touch
me, its as if I no longer have any bones inside me at all."  She reached out a
tentative hand to touch the bulge beneath his pants.  "I can't say I do the
same thing to you."
        "You most certainly don't!."  He pulled her against him as he lay back
on the bed, bringing her to lie on top of him.  She ducked her head as he
pulled her shirt over her head in one quick motion.  His hands reached up to
touch her breasts, first one nipple, then the other, then cupping one breast in
each hand.  He leaned forward to kiss them.  "Very nice," he told her
appreciatively.  "Almost as good as I dreamed."
        "Almost!"  Megan acted without thinking and swiped the pillow from
beneath his head, hitting him soundly with it.  "It's not nice to insult the
girl you're trying to seduce."
        He distracted her by nibbling on one nipple, teasing it until it grew
hard under his tongue.  "No insult intended," he said slowly, between kisses.
        Megan forgot what she had considered an insult, and gave herself up to
the sensations that coursed through her body.  Each time his tongue touched her
nipple, it was as if there was a line leading directly to between her legs, and
should could feel herself growing wetter every moment.
        As he caressed and kissed her, Jamie slid his hands under the back of
her short skirt and began to gently rub her buttocks.  "You," he said softly,
"have one hell of a nice ass."
        Megan slipped out from under his hold to lie beside him.  She waited a
moment until she had her breathing under control again and commented, playing
with a button on his shirt, "It's not fair, you know.  You have me half
undressed already."
        Jamie stood and quickly stripped, leaving Megan to stare at his
wonderful body.  He grinned down at her.  "Well?"
        Megan stood and slowly, seductively, slipped the skirt and panties over
her hips.  She then knelt before Jamie on the bed, wrapping her arms around
Jamie's body.  "Nice," she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his chest.
"Very nice."  Her hands snaked up around him, until she reached the base of his
neck and wound her fingers through his hair.  She tugged gently, bringing his
lips to meet hers as she leaned back, pulling him down on top of her.  Her
hands caressed his buttocks as their tongues fenced.  Her breathing grew ragged
as Jamie rolled over to lie beside her, one hand lazily tracing a circle around
one breast.
        "You do have a very nice body," he said softly, his eyes holding
Megan's captive.  She felt as if she were sinking in sensation, her mind caught
by his eyes and by the feeling of his hand as it teased her body.
        His hand moved up to gently cup her breast, his thumb lightly brushing
the nipple.  "You have very nice breasts," he whispered, as he bent his head to
take the nipple in his mouth.  Megan felt as if shocks coursed through her as
his tongue lightly teased the nipple till it was rigid.  Then his tongue
trailed down the side of her breasts, and he nuzzled the hollow between before
moving to gently lick the other nipple until it too was hard.
        Megan found it hard to think, and knew that if he continued much
longer, she wasn't going to be able to hold back.  "Jamie," she whispered, her
voice barely audible.  It was so hard to even think.  "Jamie, if you don't stop
I'm going to..."
        "Good," he interrupted softly.  She could almost feel his mouth smile
against her breast.  His hand gently drifted down, over her flat stomach,
feeling the muscles jump, until he lightly brushed the dewy wet mound of curls
at the juncture of her legs.  He pressed his hand against her, feeling her
press her hips against his palm as she moaned.  He slipped one finger into the
warm folds, finding her center of pleasure hidden inside.  He gently rolled it
under his finger, his tongue still teasing her nipples, until she moaned and
writhed beneath his hand.  He felt her tense, and quickly moved to capture her
lips with his own, pinning her beneath his hard body as he felt her release
with a warm rush against his hand.
        Slowly, she relaxed, opening her eyes to see him staring down at her, a
soft, amused expression in his eyes.
        She blushed.  "You look like you did that day on the roof,"  she said
softly.
        "So do you..." he whispered, brushing her lips with his, then moving to
trail lightly down her neck.
        She caught her breath, and had to concentrate in order to speak.  "You
do look a little different," she said, a soft giggle escaping.
        "Oh, really?"  He leaned up on his elbow to stare down at her.  "How
so?"
        She ran her hand down his back, then reaching under to caress his
hardness.  "Well, you weren't exactly naked on the roof..."
        He shuddered as her hand caressed the length of his rigid cock.
"Still, if you'd looked hard enough, you could have seen how much I enjoyed
watching you."
        "Oh, did you?"  Megan grinned up at him.
        "I will *always* enjoy watching you..." Jamie said softly.
        Megan worked her hands up to his chest and pushed softly against him
until he rolled off her and onto his back.  "What now?" he asked curiously as
she stared down at him, seeming to devour him with her eyes.  He could feel
himself grow hotter even as she stared, not touching him.  Then her hands
reached out to lightly brush his chest, and he felt himself tense as her hands
drew close, and then away again, teasing him as she carefully avoided touching
his rod.  Then she grinned and bent till she lightly kissed it on the tip.  She
turned back to look at him, and saw him watching her through passion-hooded
eyes.
        "Are you enjoying yourself still?" she asked teasingly.
        Jamie nodded, knowing his voice wouldn't work anymore.  When it seemed
she had stopped, he tried to make his vocal cords work.  His voice came out as
if it hadn't been used in quite a while.  "Go ahead, continue what you were
doing."
        She cocked her head and smiled at him, brushing her hair back behind
her ears.  "Continue what?  This?"  She lightly brushed her hand across his
chest then across his penis.  "Or this?"  Tucking her hair behind her ears, she
bent and took him in her mouth.  She felt him tense, and heard him moan as his
fingers tangled in her hair, urging her to continue.  She stroked his balls
with one hand, while her tongue explored his rod, licking up and down, then
teasing around the sensitive area of the head.  She felt his hips began to
move, and his breath grow ragged, and quickly moved back before he could
orgasm.
        "Un-unh."  She shook her head and wagged a finger at him.  "No doing
that until you're inside of me."
        Jamie grinned.  In all his imagining of the past week, he had never had
fantasies of Megan like this.  He reached over and pulled her on top of him,
groaning as he felt her damp mound brush against him.  He lifted her hips, and
guiding himself with one hand, quickly plunged inside of her, settling her
against him.
        Her eyes widened with surprise as she felt him slide deep inside, then
softened in the pleasure of the feeling.  Because of her shyness, she actually
had little experience, and most of it hadn't been terribly pleasant.  But this
night was turning out to be one to remember!
        Jamie waited until it looked as if Megan had relaxed again, then slowly
started to move.  She sat back, her breasts thrust foreward against Jamie's
palms, as he massaged her nipples.  Her hips moved, drawing away from him, then
back close, driving him deeper inside her each time.  His hands dropped to her
waist, moving to caress her buttocks, then sliding to the front, to where he
could feel himself entering her.  He again found her pleasure button and
massaged it gently.  He could feel himself nearing the edge, but was determined
to wait for Megan.
        Megan felt the heat gathering between her legs.  Her breath came in
short gasps each time she felt Jamie's hands touch her.  He grasped her hips,
pulling her hard against him, driving deeper and deeper inside of her, until
she felt her world suddenly explode.  A cry was ripped from her, and she felt
herself collapse against Jamie's chest.
        As Megan cried out, Jamie thrust deep inside her, feeling his cock
burst, filling her with warm fluids as she collapsed into his arms.
        When she came back to reality, she felt Jamie's arms around her, warm
and comforting against her back.  Her eyes flickered open to meet Jamie's.  She
saw a mixed expression in his eyes, one of wonder and surprise and gratitude,
and she felt that this was mirrored in her own expression.  She reached to kiss
him lightly, softly, until the kiss grew warmer and deeper.  When she drew
back, he was grinning at her.
        "What?" she asked, positive that he was thinking of saying something.
        "I should meet more women on the roof," he grinned.
        She hit him lightly on the shoulder.  "Meanie!"  She grinned back at
him.  "I guess that means I'll just have to sunbathe on the roof again
sometime."
        Jamie slowly ran his hands down her back.  "When you do, how'd you like
some company?  I know this nice, out of the way rooftop, where *no one* ever
goes..."
        Megan smiled at him.  "It's a date."  She yawned, covering her mouth in
surprise.  "I think you wore me out!"
        Jamie pulled her back against him, sliding her off of him until she lay
curled against his body in the crook of his arm.  He nuzzled the side of her
neck, whispering, "Go to sleep, Megan.  And dream sweet dreams.  And when you
wake up, I'll still be here."
        He watched as Megan smiled and whispered, "I'm glad."  Then with
another yawn, she closed her eyes.  He settled in next to her, holding her
tight between his arms.  She felt nice there.  Gently rubbing her back until
she fell asleep, he thought about how he would be there when she woke up in the
morning -- and what he would do when she woke up -- until he fell asleep with a
smile on his face.


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