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                 Confessions of a Nice Guy(tm)

                         By: The Fantom

     It was a dark and stormy night.  The last of the daily
     thundershower rumbled it's way across the sky, and headed
     off towards Indianapolis.  The storm did manage to clear
     the air, and drop the temperature down to the point where
     I could easily breathe.  The storms are a fact of life in
     Terre Haute in the summer.  If you are going to live
     there, you have to get used to them; I did.  Actually, I
     was glad the storm had passed.  I had tickets to the ISU
     summer stock performance of "A Girls Guide to Chaos" and
     I didn't want to miss it.  I had seen it before, but I
     knew several of the cast and crew, and I wanted to see
     how they had handled the show.  It was about 7:30.  Just
     time to walk from my apartment in the student ghetto on
     the west side of campus, and cross campus to the theatre.
     My angst lifted at the thought of seeing it again.  It
     was nice to watch other, fictional, problems, rather than
     wallow deep in my own, and those of my friends.  You
     might call it a character flaw, but I tend to worry about
     my friend's problems, as well as my own.  Call it amateur
     therapy.  The strange part was that I genuinely enjoyed
     it.  The feeling of being needed, of helping them  pull
     it all together after a shitty experience, was a real
     high.  It was almost a substitution for dating and
     romance.  I hadn't had a real date in 4 years, ever since
     Heather had dumped me right before midterms, during my
     second year of college.

     I suppose that I should introduce myself.  I'm Paul
     Wheelwright.  I'm a professional student at Indiana State
     U, currently working on a masters in history.

     There was a knock at my door.  I opened it and Beth
     Seeborg was standing there, with the red eyes and nose
     that told me she had stopped crying only long enough to
     walk the three blocks that separated our apartments. Beth
     is a wonderful woman, with long, brunette hair; big,
     green eyes; and a small, round face.  I had known her for
     nearly two years, ever since we were next neighbors in
     one of the worst roach-infested apartment complexes in
     Terre Haute.  We also were in a philosophy class
     together.  We became close friends as a result of a class
     project, and her intelligence and wit drew me towards
     her.  I thought I was in love with her, and might have
     actually asked her out on a real date, but the timing was
     never right.  Besides, she was dating someone else.  I
     knew this someone else well, even though I spent very
     little  time near him, as I loathed his company.  His
     name was Franklin R. Krieger, and he was, in my
     considered opinion, an insufferable prick.  He was a
     Theta Chi, and he had some sort of need to be in visible
     control of every situation that he placed himself in.
     For some reason Beth had been dating him for as long as
     I had known her.  And every two or three months, Beth
     would show up near me, in tears or close to it, claiming
     that she hated Franklin, and that she would never see him
     again.  I would set about to tell her that she was the
     better for dumping him, since he never appreciated her
     intelligence and always made cruel jokes about her body.
     She was perfectly developed and toned (5'3", 107 pounds),
     and while she was not overendowed with huge breasts, she
     had a lovely figure.  Still Franklin made her feel as
     though she was fat and ugly.  I would dry her tears, make
     her laugh, and tell her that there were other men who
     would love her for who she was, and not treat her like an
     ornament.  I cringed inwardly every time I told her this,
     as I was thinking of me; but what kind of friend attempts
     to seduce a friend when comforting her over the loss of
     a love?  This didn't help much, because within a week,
     Beth would be back with Franklin, convinced that he had
     changed, and that he was her best bet for love and
     security.  For my part, I tried not to sermonize.  I
     valued Beth's friendship, and even without the romance,
     I enjoyed being around her, especially  as a verbal foil
     in debate.  I also refrained from fantasizing about her.
     I feared that thinking of her in a sexual context might
     spill over into reality, spoiling our friendship.

     "Franklin dumped me, and this time he won't ever be
     back.", Beth sobbed.  "He told me that he is taking a job
     in Seattle when he graduates next week, and he wants to
     end the relationship so that he can date new people.  I
     would have let him see other people, but I was willing to
     go to Washington for him.  I loved him, then he told me
     that I was just temporary for him.  I was such a fool.
     Why did I ever love him?"  She burst into tears, and
     buried her head on my shoulder.

     "Calm down, Beth," I said in my warmest tones "You knew
     that this might happen.  Did you really plan on spending
     the rest of your life with him?" I took her arm and
     guided her to my sofa.  She followed weakly and sat next
     to me, still sobbing every few seconds and dabbing at her
     face with a kleenex.

     "Yes, and no.  I knew that he could be cruel, but he made
     me feel so special when he tried to.  The weekend he took
     me to Chicago, and planned everything to be so special,
     it was so special and romantic.  All I wanted was to have
     him make me feel needed.  He did the sweetest things for
     me when we made up after a fight.  He made me feel so
     wonderful."

     But what about the reasons he had to make up with you?"
     I countered.  This may seem cruel, but Beth often tended
     to overshadow the reason she was mad at Franklin with the
     apology she received from him, just as he wanted.  This
     manipulation was one of the reasons I detested Franklin.
     The trip to Chicago was his way of making up after he was
     seen groping with a Delta Gamma pledge in the swimming
     pool.  He lied his way out of it, and bought off Beth's
     anger and what little guilt that he was capable of
     feeling. "Did you want to go on being his plaything when
     it suits him?"

     "I know he used me, damn it, but who else would care
     about me.  Men are scared when I talk to them; they want
     a blonde bombshell bimbo, not a brunette brain.  I scare
     them or they look right over me.  At least Franklin
     wanted me most of the time."  Beth snapped back.  She was
     trying hard to defend her lost love, but it was a loosing
     battle. "What other man would take me?  They all either
     ignore me, or pretend not to notice me."  With that she
     ripped off her t-shirt.  There was nothing underneath,
     and I was less than two feet away from the tits that I
     tried so hard not to think about.  They were small, but
     firm, with small pink nipples that were already beginning
     to become erect.  I hesitated for just a second, then
     reached  up on the sofa to grab the blanket that I kept
     draped over the back.

     "Beth, what did you do that for?" I asked in my most
     austere voice, as I tried to wrap the thin blanket around
     her and cover her nakedness, before I got the nerve to do
     what I really wanted to do: wrap my tongue around her
     nipples and caress her breasts.  Beth pulled away from me
     as I tried to cover her, however, and stood up.  When she
     spoke, her voice trembled, but seemed to be certain.

     "See what I mean, Paul?  I know that you wanted me once,
     and I bet you still do, but you won't touch me, even when
     I offer myself to you.  I know the look in your eyes when
     we sit up late, arguing about everything.  You want me,
     but you won't admit it.  Why not?"

     When she said this, I was stunned.  I said,"I thought
     that I was in love with you once, but you had Franklin,
     and every you left him, I cared too much for you to try
     and proposition you.  That would be so tacky, to try to
     make you love me, as I try and help you get over an
     unhappy love affair."

     "Paul, didn't you see that you were the reason I left
     Franklin?  I would give up on him, and hope that this
     time, you would notice me.  But you just held my hand,
     wiped my tears, and told me that there were other men out
     there.  I went back to Franklin out of fear.  If I
     couldn't attract you, who I knew really wanted me, how
     was I supposed to attract strange men.  Franklin WAS a
     putz, but at least I had him.  He could be nice, and
     while he was a lousy fuck, he was better than a
     cucumber."

     Now I was really stunned.  With what little part of my
     brain that was still rational, I managed to blurt out
     "But at least a cucumber stays hard for seven days."  My
     head was swimming with the implications of what Beth had
     just told me.

     Beth managed to laugh at this, but then continued in a
     serious voice.  "Do you still want me or have I managed
     to totally fuck up the only real friendship I have with
     a man?"

     I gulped and made my reply. "Beth, I realize that I have
     always wanted to be more than just your friend, even when
     I hid it behind the clinical detatchment I use as a mask.
     I just don't want to do something that we both may regret
     tomorrow."

     At that, Beth smiled warmly at me, stood, and dropped the
     baggy jeans that she had been wearing to the floor.  She
     was wearing nothing under them.  Her brown moss gleamed
     in the last light of the day.  "Then come here and make
     love to me now.  Nothing we do can be embarrassing.  I
     want you; you want me.  Let's just do something nice for
     each other."  She then came over to me and sat down on
     the sofa, practically landing in my lap.

     I reached out to hug her, and she met my embrace.  Our
     lips met, and a surge of passion jolted my senses.  Our
     tongues danced, exploring our mouths.  All the while,
     Beth was unbuttoning my shirt and tracing incredibly
     erotic patterns over my nipples and up and down my
     stomach. Finally I could stand no more of this teasing
     contact.  I came up for air. "This is really nice, but
     why don't we go back to my bedroom and continue back
     there, where there's a little more space?"  Without a
     word, Beth lithely rode from the sofa and molded her body
     to mine, rubbing herself against me and curling my toes
     as she kissed me passionately.  As she withdrew, she
     pulled off my pants and underwear, leaving me clad only
     in my unbuttoned shirt.  I shrugged off my shirt, and
     took her hand, leading her to my bedroom.

     As I opened the door and switched on the light I led her
     to the bed over the only clear piece of floor in the room
     and brushed away a pile of laundry.  We collapsed on the
     bed, our tongues clashing and tickling with each other.
     We rolled over and over, pressing my cock to the warmth
     of her pubic thatch.   After an eternity of this, I
     landed on my right side, next to Beth, and I started to
     move my mouth along her neck, nibbling gently at her
     throat, making her gasp.  My left hand toyed with the
     smooth, rounded curve of her belly, making little motions
     around her navel.  My right hand found her tits.  I had
     wanted to play with them for so long, and as I gently
     rubbed her nipples to full erection, it was all I could
     do believe that this was real, and not just another idle
     fantasy.  She rolled onto her back, and her legs fell
     apart, flat on the bed.  I moulded myself to her side and
     let my mouth continue to drift closer to her engorged
     breasts. Slowly, I started to circle the fleshy mass of
     her tit with my tongue.  Beth let out a small gasp,
     arched her hips, and pressed her body even closer to
     mine, rubbing her hip gently against my swollen prick.
     As my lips made contact with her nipple,  I let my left
     hand drift into the fringe of her bush.  Beth arched her
     hips again, and tried to force my hand deeper into the
     damp place between her legs.  I had expected her to do
     this and was prepared to resist.  Slowly she began to
     roll her hips from side to side and gasp.  Her hand
     flashed up to her waist and pushed my hand down into her
     wet and steamy pussy.

     She took her other hand and made a grab for my penis, but
     I shifted my position and continued to lick my way down
     her body.  I stopped for a minute at her navel, and
     explored it's crevices with my tongue.  All the while,
     my hand was searching Beth's soaking labia, making little
     motions all over her lips, while avoiding her
     quite-enlarged clitoris.  I was surprised to find that
     her pussy was almost hairless, beyond the thick mop of
     hair that crested her mound of Venus.  Finally, I
     couldn't stand to tease her anymore.  I lifted my lips
     and trailed my tongue quickly down the soft curves of her
     belly, to the sweet juices that flowed between Beth's legs.
     I let my tongue continue the process that my fingers
     began,making hit and run contact with various points in
     her snatch, never falling into a pattern and never
     letting anything more than my upper lip even graze her
     clit, which by now was as stiff as my cock and trembling
     even more.  My hands played all over her ass, stroking
     the small, cheeks, then running down the crevice to the
     small rosette of her asshole.  As my finger brushed it,
     Beth grabbed onto my ears and pulled my mouth to her
     clit. I took this as a sign that she was ready for more
     direct stimulation, and set to work on her little nubbin
     of flesh.  My tongue circled and them I drew my lips up
     over it.  After a few repeats of this, with my hands
     still caressing her shapely buttocks, I knew that Beth
     was ready.  I stiffened my tongue, and began to move it
     back and forth rapidly over her rapidly receding clit.
     Within two minutes, Beth had launched into the throes of
     a powerful orgasm.  Her ass went rigid, she pulled at my
     hair, and her quim contracted heavily around the tip of
     my tongue.

     After what seemed like an eternity, Beth  regained
     control of her body.  She crawled down next to me and
     embraced me tightly, kissing me fully and drawing the
     tangy-sweet taste of her juices into her mouth.  We
     continued like this for a minute, then my prick bumped,
     not so gently, into the sharp ridge of Beth's pelvis.
     She broke the kiss and gently began to rub her delicate
     hands along my straining love muscle.  I broke the
     silence.  "Now do you think that I still feel something
     for you?" I said in my best mock professorial tone.

     "Paul, you sweetheart, I love you.  That was the best cum
     I've had since I can remember when.  Let me do something
     for you.  Just lay back and stay still and I'll do
     something for you that you will never forget."  How could
     I resist a request like that?

     At Beth's request, I laid back on my bed and shut my
     eyes.  She lay across my chest.  I felt the warm tickling
     of her breath on my cheek, and them she began to nip at
     my earlobe.  At the same moment, she regripped my shaft
     and started to stroke on it with a feather-light touch.
     As I shifted my hips, Beth stopped her motions, and I
     knew that I would have to remain still to keep receiving
     this incredible sensation.  She began again, only this
     time she shifted herself down my side, and she began to
     lick at my nipples, keeping up a steady, light stroke on
     my prick all the while.  I found that I could clench my
     anal sphincter in order to remain motionless while I was
     the subject of Beth's erotic ministrations.  Suddenly she
     stopped dead and had me roll over on my left side.  I
     felt her lips engulf the tip of my penis, as her tongue
     teased the piss-slit, and her fingers traced sensual
     patterns up and down my trunk.  Beth pulled her lips
     apart and ran her tongue up one side of my cock and down
     the other, slickening it with her saliva and causing
     amazing feelings to bloom in my gut.  Her hands reached
     my buttcheeks, and began to rub them, just as she began
     to take the tip of my prick into her willing mouth once
     more.  Now, I am of average size, maybe six and a half
     inches long, but on someone Beth's size, I didn't want to
     take a chance on gaging her, so I clenched up my ass, and
     tried to keep from thrusting my hips forward.  Beth felt
     this, but instead of stopping what she was doing, her
     fingers searched for, and found my asshole.  She sank one
     finger inside me, and shivers ran from the end of my dick
     all the way up to the back of my neck.  The probing
     finger went no deeper, but began to wiggle and move, just
     as Beth engulfed more of me into her mouth and started to
     apply an amazing series of tongue motions to my glans.
     There was no way that I could withstand much of this
     exquisite torture.  After a minute or so of this, my
     pelvis rocked forward further into Beth's mouth.  She
     responded by forcing her finger deeper into my ass, and
     quickening the motions in her mouth.  I erupted into her
     mouth, feeling my loins contract, from my balls, all the
     way back to the clenching of my rear around that
     wonderful little finger.  Time stood still until I fell
     back on the bed.  For some bizzare reason, I was still
     hard.

     I reached for Beth, and drew her to me.  I kissed her and
     tasted my own cum in her mouth.  The taste was almost
     like her juices, but saltier.  As we kissed, we ground
     our bodies together.  The heat from her pussy made my
     penis stand fully erect and the moisture lubricated as it
     slid between her nether lips.  We slowly broke the kiss.
     "That was amazing," I said, "No one has ever done
     anything like that to me before."

     "Aren't you glad you decided to be honest about how you
     felt?" teased Beth. "Now you know how good you make me
     feel." She reached over to my nightstand and pulled a
     condom out of the drawer.  Don't ask me how she knew
     where they were.  With a wanton smile, she tore the
     package open with her teeth.  Her petite hands then
     stroked the condom down over my erection.  The sensations
     of her hands on me once more made me shiver all over.
     Beth threw one leg over my waist. "If you think that felt
     good, wait til I get you inside  of me."  With that, she
     slowly slid down my belly, and guided my cock, harder
     than ever, into her waiting snatch. "Just lie still a
     minute," she gasped as our pubes rubbed together.  I was
     so caught up in the wonderful warmth that had enveloped
     me that I couldn't have gathered the strength to move,
     even if I had wanted to.  Beth lay flat upon my chest,
     and I put one hand around her back, and let the other
     gently rub the contours of her wonderful breasts.
     Shortly, she began to contract muscles deep inside her
     vagina, and began to make milking motions up my dick. I
     moved my hands down her sides and over her cheeks, to her
     pussy.  As she continued to clench and release deep
     inside of her, Beth began to rub her stiff little nipples
     against my chest, and I began to gently finger around her
     clit. Before too much longer, her breathing grew ragged,
     and the contractions deep inside her reversed as she
     thrust down and away from me.  Her climax was short and
     seemed not to be as intense as her first.  Still, if I
     had not shot my first load before, I would have lost it
     then and there.

     As Beth recovered, she kissed me long and hard, starting
     to grind her mons against my pubis again.  Then she
     raised herself up on her knees, while still astride my
     groin.  My hands went instinctively to her nipples,
     gently tweaking and rubbing them.  She began to make
     short thrusts up and down along my cock as she bent
     forward.  I was able to arch my neck to reach her chest
     and she slowed the pace in order to allow me to reach my
     lips around the stiff nipples shaking in front of my
     face.  Hungrily, I nipped and sucked on the teats, until
     Beth was groaning with passion and unable to pace her
     thrusts any longer.  She arched her back up and my mouth
     lost contact.  I replaced my hands just as Beth started
     to lengthen her thrusts.  I began to buck my hips in
     opposition to her rythym, nearly pulling all the way out
     on each thrust.  How much longer we continued like this,
     I am not sure.  But slowly, I felt that queer tension in
     my thighs build and grow as my testicles started to feel
     as if steel bands were being stretched tight around them.
     Our thrusting continued unabated as I let out a moan and
     plunged myself deep inside Beth, erupting into a release
     that was as drawn out as any I had ever felt.  It felt as
     if an electric shock was running through my cock.  As I
     came, I felt Beth contract around me as her thrusting
     became erratic.  I managed to bring my hand to her clit,
     to help her over the top, just as she let out a groan and
     pressed my probing hand tight between our hips.   I
     withdrew as we floated back to earth.

     Beth pulled the condom from my rapidly deflating penis,
     and we took turns wiping each other dry.  By now it was
     late evening, and we were both exhausted.  I kissed Beth
     goodnight. "I never realized how much we meant to each
     other," I told her. "I was too afraid that what I felt
     was one-sided.  Now I know how much I really love you."

     Groggy, Beth replied "I had hoped for so long that you
     would notice me.  You were so wonderful.  I love you,
     too."

     With that, we snuggled close together and fell asleep,
     entangled in each others limbs.  My last thoughts before
     I fell unconscious were how lucky I was, and that I would
     never again let my fear of rejection get in the way of
     what my heart told me was right.




     I hereby place this work in the public domain, subject to
     the conditions that this notice be retained in all
     further distribution, and that this work not be used for
     fiscal gain in any way.  1990 Fantom Enterprises.  All
     characters presented in this work are works of fiction,
     and are not meant to be definative portrayals of any
     actual person, living or dead.  Copyright is retained and
     all rights are reserved by the author with regards to the
     aformentioned characters.