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                  <<<<<Orphan Annie's 3rd Adventure>>>>>

     When I was first stirring it was the crack of dawn.   Beside
me,  the bed was empty, warm but empty.  I rolled over,  sleepily
still,  in  search of the wonderful man who had brought  me  here
last  night,  and he was gone.  I discovered as I  came  to  that
hugging  the  pillow instead simply wasn't solace enough,  and  I
opened my eyes to look for him.

     The room was just beginning to warm--there was a soft breeze
coming  through the windows and the lace curtains sighed  gently.
Going  to  be another hot day, I thought, but where's  Larry?   I
listened, and there wasn't a sound.  Just the warmth and the musk
scent of the sheets.

     This  wouldn't do!  I'm not even sure where  this  apartment
is,  I've  no car, here it is 6:00 or some  ungodly  hour  Sunday
morning,  and  I'm  alone in a strange bed.   Well,  not  totally
strange...the champagne bottle in the bucket looked familiar...

     Then  I  heard a rasp from just outside the window,  on  the
porch,  and  saw  the  shadows change.   Larry?   or  a  cat?   I
reluctantly abandoned the warmth of the covers and fumbled for  a
robe I remembered being somewhere in the bedroom.  A very  light,
full  length cotton number, but enough so that at least  I  could
step  outside  and  be  seen as  decent.   Wanton,  perhaps,  but
decently dressed.

     There  was  Larry,  dressed  in  a  pair  of  boxers   only.
Gorgeous, muscular legs came out the bottom, and this very  well-
built chest was above.  On top, an aquiline face was squinting at
the  sunrise.   I  stepped  behind and  rested  my  chin  on  his
shoulder.   "Watcha  thinking, Larry?"  "Dunno, just  seemed  the
thing  to do right now."  "Wanna come back to bed with  me?   Are
you waiting for anything?"  "Naw, just maybe the sunrise."   "Can
I wait with you?"  "Sure, let's sit on the sofa."

     With  that,  we  sort  of fell onto  an  old,  white  wicker
loveseat he had on the porch.  I curled up, head on his lap,  and
began to drift off to sleep again.  His hand went to my waist and
I waited for the sun to warm us.

     The  sun  was  a  long time coming, and  I  curled  up  even
tighter.  His hand went to my butt and sort of snuggled me into a
comfortable position; I relaxed and was back asleep, very secure.

     In  a few minutes, though, he was moving  again.   "Coffee?"
"Uh, sure, so early?"  "Can't watch the sun rise without coffee!"
He  was  gone in an instant to the kitchen and I heard  the  pots
rattling.   It  wasn't yet really warm, so when he  came  back  I
must've  jumped right onto him.  I was sitting across  his  legs,
cupping  the coffee cup and lazing against his shoulder  with  my
legs pulled up close.

     "Larry,  wanna  screw?"  "Yeah, maybe, but let  me  wake  up
first."  "Larry, it's better when you're waking up.  Haven't  you
ever  awakened  already linked to someone?"  He shrugged,  but  I
noted  that  the boxers had a new bulge in them.  I put  my  hand
there and confirmed that it wasn't just he fold of the fabric.

     "Larry,  it  feels  to me like you're  ready  now."   I  was
whispering,  but  don't  know  why.  No  one  on  the  block  was
stirring.  We had the world to ourselves.  His fly was gaping, so
I  slipped my hand inside; Larry put his cup down and  then  took
mine away from me.  "Here?" he said.  "Sure," I purred.

     He  took his hand from my waist and moved it to  my  breast,
but  outside  the  robe.  My other hand was  pinned  against  his
chest,  so I had to release his manhood to move his  hand  inside
the  robe.   He was beginning to get the idea!  I  felt  a  warm,
coarse  hand gently massage my left boob, then brush the  nipple,
then  cup me like the balmy Sunday morning this was.   He  wasn't
rushing things, and neither was I.

     I  looked  up from my chest and saw him smiling  at  me.   I
leaned over and gave him the first kiss of the morning.   Gentle,
not  even  probing, just a kiss.  He returned it  the  same  way.
"Larry?"  "Mmmm?"  "The champagne would have been better than the
coffee..."   "OK, I'll remember.  You didn't get too  wired  yet,
did you?"  "Lemme show you.  Come here."  A gentle squeeze and  I
had his full attention, his mind and his heart following, as  the
expression goes.

     In fact, all I ever really wanted was a thousand percent  of
his attention.  I really get jealous Sunday mornings.  Jealous of
the  rest of the day, jealous of the telephone, jealous  even  of
the  sunrise.   Mornings are meant for me and a friend,  with  no
interruptions.  I think he was beginning to understand, but I had
to know.

     "Why'd  you get up so early?"  "I'm not used to someone  who
sleeps like you...it felt too good...has anyone ever told you how
easy  it  is  to share a bed with you?  And  I  don't  mean  just
sexually--just  that  you snuggle right in and at the  same  time
don't  push.   I'm not used to that, and I guess  I'm  afraid  of
losing  it."  "Larry, I'm here now.  Tomorrow is  tomorrow;  even
this afternoon is later.  Right now, I'm here.  I want you to be,
too."   He was caressing my nipple, now, and I was squeezing  him
every once in a while, just to remind him how very "there" I was.

     Last night, he had really moaned when I tongued his ears.  I
tried  again,  a bit of a stretch for my neck from  where  I  was
sitting, but he just leaned right into me as I licked; I got  the
same reaction.  Gee, was Larry's middle name Pavlov?  I stretched
my legs out onto the sofa, and let the robe gap.  When he  opened
his eyes, the first thing he saw was my legs, and he abandoned my
breast  to touch them.  Here, too, he was gentle,  just  stroking
them at first, then slowly parting them as he moved up the inside
from my calves.  I just watched his eyes, as they darted from  my
face  to  his  hand and back again.  He kissed me  again,  and  I
returned  it  in French.  As my tongue went into his  mouth,  his
hand  found my pussy for the fist time that morning.  Ah,  timing
is everything!

     I  let  his  fingers move up and  down  my  lips,  searching
gently, probing softly, for an opening.  My mouth played with his
lips,  and  my  hand by now was stroking his  cock  to  its  full
height.   I shifted so my hips would be right next to his  balls,
and my hand on his shaft also rubbing his stomach.

     I  could feel him rustling around in my fur.  I was still  a
very little bit tender from last night, but by no means dry!   He
soon  found the source of all the moisture and his  fingers  just
swam through it.  I pulled his head down and let him know it  was
time  for some tongue work.  It was leisurely at first, and  then
he got adventuresome.  Just as his head almost wholly disappeared
under  the  robe,  the day's first car  drove  down  the  street,
stopping  at the stopsign just across the road.  What  are  these
people doing here?

     Time to go inside.  I pulled the robe together and stood up.
For  Larry, the problem was a bit more difficult, but we made  it
inside without anyone calling the rectitude enforcers.

     He climbed on the bed first and turned to me as I just stood
there and waited.  He beckoned and I put a knee up, allowing  him
to  grab  my thigh and the small of my back.  I let him  kiss  my
mouth, then down my throat and chest until the robe fell open and
I let it slide to the floor.  Larry pulled me up onto the bed and
then  kept going, kissing first each breast, then my  belly,  and
then  burying  himself in my forest.  My god, he was  good!   His
tongue  found and then circled my clit.  It found and  probed  my
secret  tunnel.  He ran down the smooth insides of my thighs  and
made  me  tingle from there to the top of my head.  I was  on  my
back, his hands underneath my butt, his head between my legs.   I
could  just  reach the back of his head with my hands,  but  soon
gave  that  up to hold my own breasts--I though I  was  going  to
explode if I didn't!

     His  tongue was bobbing up and down--my back was arching  in
time  with  his tongue.  I was sopping wet down my butt  and  all
over  the tops of my thighs.  We were going to have to roll  over
soon so he could get what was going to be a very wet Wet Spot!

     Finally, I pulled him up, each of us panting.  I rolled  him
over  and  kissed  him, then straddled him.  I  really  like  the
penetration I get this way, and after last night I wanted to  try
this,  too,  with  him.  I mounted him, and  felt  him  push  the
muscles  aside  as he entered.  Gently at first,  for  his  shaft
wasn't  totally  wet  and some of  my  contractions  had  already
started.   His hands went to my breasts and he was  just  playing
with the nipples; I had never seen them so long!  And I just kept
finding  more and more length to him, too--I could feel him  deep
inside,  now,  I thought he'd have to push my cervix out  of  the
way!   I  pulled up a bit, and then down again: he nested  a  bit
better, and got better still the time after that!  Clearly, a bit
of practice and we'd really make a team!

     I  moved his hands to my butt, and had him stroke  me  there
for  a  change.   He pulled and pushed at  it,  and  got  himself
adjusted even deeper into me.  He was concentrating on me so much
he was drooling!  This is the kind of attention I wanted!

     We  began  to get our rhythm together.  It's  exercise  like
this  that keeps my thighs in shape, and I love it!  He tried  to
follow  me  as  I  pulled up and then down,  and  each  time  the
friction just warmed me all that much more.  I could feel  myself
wrapping  around  him,  the way I do just  before  a  really  big
orgasm, and the tension was marvelous!

     Then,  about two strokes before I expected it, I  came.   It
made  me  start  bucking  up and  down  like  a  thing  possessed
(probably was!), and about halfway through I could feel him begin
to  spurt;  for a while I wondered if he'd ever stop.   Not  just
once,  not  merely  three  times.  Each time  I  could  feel  the
moisture practically slam up into me.  He just kept coming, and I
thought  I'd  drained  him last night  after  all  his  exuberant
pumping then!

     I  fell to my side, he still inside.  He curled up  next  to
me, and we dozed.  Somewhere during that time, he fell out, and I
think  that's what woke me.  I shook him gently, and as  he  came
around, I had this big smile on my face and a bit of curiosity on
my  mind.   "Now,  Larry, isn't that better  than  coffee  Sunday
morning?"