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"Jane, I want to fuck you."

His saying it to me sent shivers up my spine, and my
pussy involuntarily clenched.  An hour and a half ago,
when Nick said it the first time, I soaked my panties.
 Now, without panties to soak, a thin trickle of my
juices ran down my inner thigh.

We'd met only a few hours ago.  That is, we'd met in
person.  Prior to that, we'd been in love on the
internet for at least two months.  My friends had
called me insane to travel so far to meet him, and
Candace was sure I'd end up a headless corpse, but I
loved Nick.  Loved him madly, deeply, beyond mere
reason.

Loved him enough to meet him at great expense.

It was to be dinner at first, with no pressure.  Nick
had even got me a separate room at a different but
nearby hotel.  He'd kissed my cheek, smiled shyly, and
handed me the Ving Card.  "I hope you won't ever use
this."

Dinner was nice.  Beyond nice.  A dark, intimate
restaurant with a fine menu and better service.  Wine.
 I like white wines, but Nick likes red, so we had a
bottle of both.  Conversation was relaxed, deep,
casual.  It was so much more than a first date,
because we already knew so much about each other. 
Somehow, hearing his mellifluous voice talking softly,
intimately, conspiratorially seemed to make it real. 
Confessing my warts to him, having him accept them as
not important... these were things that confirmed to
me that had real feelings for me.  Seeing his grey
green looking into mine, searching and finding made my
heart beat into my throat.

He had leaned over, and touched my cheek.  It was the
first sensual touch, even though it was so very
ordinary and non-sexual.  His hand slid back to touch
my neck and nape.  I knew he would be delighted to
find I had been to the salon the day before to make
sure my hair was to his taste.  Having his fingers
there actually touching the bristles my bob had
exposed was thoroughly exciting, but he stroked me
once and pulled me close so that he could whisper.

"Jane, I want to fuck you."

I had shivered and soaked my panties.  Every time he
had said that my pussy had clenched, throbbed with
desire.  That had been on the phone or during instant
messaging or in emails.  Now he had said it to my
face, in a horribly romantic setting, in public, and
while looking in my eyes, so obviously desiring me.

And the way he said it!  Nick declaims an accent, but
he has one.  Midwestern at the root, but some of that
Texan too.  The speaks fast like a northerner, but his
voices sings his words.  When he says "I want to fuck
you", the emphasis is on "fuck".  Like the sentence
sticks there momentarily, elongating the 'f' and
strengthening the 'k', so it is like "ffffffucK".  It
is said with an intensity that is beyond compelling. 
Combine that with watching his delicious lips forming
the words, and... oh my!

I had verged on being excited since the day before,
even while Candace was all doom and gloom.  I had been
near panic in the taxi.  I had relaxed a little after
the initial meeting (charming fellow, giving me the
safety key straight away!), and then the intimate
restaurant and the wine had completed the relaxation. 
But when he said it, I got beyond excited.

I blushed as I felt my panties all squishy.  My eyes
dropped, and Nick was alarmed.  "I'm sorry babe," he
had soothed.  "I don't want to push--"

"It's not that," I said.  "This is damn
embarrassing..."

His voice dripped embarrassment.  "What is?"

I looked up at him, suddenly amused at my own
embarrassment.  "My panties are soaked, you idiot."

He had a right laugh.  But then, he shocked me again
with, "Go take them off and give them to me."

I wanted to laugh, but he was serious.  We had
fantasized about this so many times, my going sans
panties in public.  I was even wearing hold up
stockings to make it possible to do so while remaining
somewhat respectable (looking).  I had thought it a
mere fantasy, but Nick had demanded it.  "What the
hell?" I said, trying to give a laughing look and
downing the last of my glass of wine.

I went to the ladies room and into a stall, hoping he
noticed how I walked away as sexily as I could.  I
peeled off my panties, feeling them cling to my crotch
as I did.  It was as he had described.  Nick had a
powerful imagination and the gift of descriptive
ability, and he had described precisely how my pussy
would not yield my soaked panties willingly.

But too, it was new sensation for me, as I had shaved
myself for him the day before, and again this morning.
 I was not accustomed to the feeling of pussy juices
evaporating from my baldness.  It was then that I
realized what I was doing.  I was a girl who was about
to appear in public with a shaved juicy pussy and no
panties, wearing an above-the-knee skirt.  What a slut
I was, and I was doing it entirely for Nick.  Damn
him!

I had shoved my panties into my handbag, and rejoined
him.  It was completely different to "strut" as he
called it, with my pussy so bare.  He watched me
approach, his eyebrows high.  I winked at him, then
leaned over to accept his kiss on my cheek.

"So?"

"So, do you want them, you bastard?"

He laughed.  "I do, but tell me how you feel?"

It was my turn to lean over and force him to lean in
as well.  I looked at him searchingly, then ran my
fingernails behind his ear.  I smiled when he
shivered, and then I whispered to him just how sexy I
felt.  How he made me feel.  And I spared no details,
especially how my excitement was about to become his
benefit.

"You want to fuck me?" I asked.  "Let's go."  I opened
my purse and secretly pressed his trophy into his
hand.

He settled the bill and we left.  It was only four
blocks to his hotel, so we walked.  Despite the short
distance, he took his fucking sweet time.  We window
shopped, went into stores, held hands, linked arms,
were together.  He kissed my cheek, and I finally had
to turn my face so that I could feel his lips on mine.
 I was completely shameless, kissing a man I had just
met so deeply on the very sidewalk.  But, the kiss
quenched my immediate need while stoking my deepest
fire.

Finally, at the hotel he couldn't resist teasing me
more.  I ached to be with him, and yet he insisted on
another glass of wine in the hotel lounge.

"What, lacking nerve?"  I asked, raising an eyebrow to
question him.

"Oh no," he smiled.  It was a slow smile that involved
his entire face.  "No, I want you to have enough
fluids in you, because I intend to drink you all
night."

I smacked him on his chest, adoring his suave way. 
"Oh, you!" I giggled, even as I felt my pussy throb. 
This man did wonders to me.

He chose barstools for us, in the center of the bar
where everyone could see us.  I felt horribly exposed,
sitting high on a stool that required my skirt to hike
up.  My hold up tops were showing!  How much a slut I
was!

He kissed me, again very deeply, then again.  I could
feel his passion, taste it on his tongue.  At the same
time, he was holding us up for public inspection. 
Such kissing must surely have been noticed, and I felt
the stares on me.  They would see him kissing me with
such possessiveness, and see my stockings, and my high
heels, and they would know.  I dwelled on it for a
moment, inhibited.  Then, I decided to give in to him,
and to be his toy.  I clenched again, and when I stood
up minutes later to be led to his room, the stool was
soaked.

His tongue fucked my mouth in the elevator, and his
hand slid over my thigh, so close to my wetness and
yet so far.  If he teased me like this when we got to
his room, I would rape him.

But as soon as the door was closed, he led me to the
bed, and said those words that made my pussy literally
expel juices.

"Jane, I want to fuck you."

"Oh God," I breathed.  "Please..."

That damn slow smile again.

"Oh, Nick, please..."

He stepped to me, his hands astride my cheeks.  His
fingertips slid back to touch my bristled nape even as
his hands pulled me into a kiss.  I moaned from my
womb as he kissed me with such passion and feeling
that my knees buckled.  As I trembled, he gently
pushed me back onto the bed, so that my legs hung off.
 I spread my legs a bit, my skirt hiked up, and I was
exposed.

He stood and regarded me for a long heartbeat.  Then,
he knelt as if to propose and brought his mouth to my
heated sex.  His first kiss on my neediest area was
directly on my clit.  Sparks fled from this single
spot throughout my body and I shook, rather violently,
as he smacked his lips on the center of my desire.

I heard him chuckle at my reaction, a soft manly
chuckle of desire and accomplishment, and I called him
a bastard.  In return, he ignored my pussy for a long
minute, instead spreading my legs ever further so that
he could lick the snail trails of juices I had leaked
all evening onto my thighs.  "Please, just eat me," I
begged.

"I am darling," he soothed, even while not eating me. 
But then his tongue slid between my thigh and my
vulva, so damn close yet again.  Down he went on the
other side of my pussy, and then, with little warning,
deeply into my pussy.  His tongue buried itself deeply
into my pussy, so that his mustache was firmly between
my lips.  I wanted to arch my back and press against
his pleasuring mouth, but it was fucking awkward with
my legs so far apart and off the bed.

"Yes!" I thrilled, clenching again at his attention. 
"Yes!"

His tongue dove deep into me, plumbing my depths, and
then he brought it curving up, pressing the inside of
my pussy until it flicked quite directly on my clit. 
Oh shit!  He bathed my clit for a moment, suckling it,
then slid back into my pussy to repeat.  Again and
again, each time making me feel ever closer to
cumming.

Finally, his fingers pulled my lips apart and his
upper lip slid back my clit hood.  Thus exposed, he
sucked at my clit directly.  My memories after that
are hazy for some minutes, for I was cumming.  "Hard"
is not strong enough to describe how I came on Nick's
mouth.  Again and again my pussy clenched and my
stomach convulsed.  I was aware of each sensation but
they ran together as I came and came.

I was breathing heavily when I noticed Nick chuckling
again.  "You OK baby?" he asked from some distance
away.  I turned my head to see him removing his
clothes.

"Oh God," I croaked.  My throat was a bit sore.  "Did
I yell?" I asked, for sometimes I do during strong
cums.

"Don't worry about it," he smiled.  "I doubt the
neighbors are asleep yet."

"Damn!" I panted, still catching my breath but
unwilling to be respectably mortified.  I brushed my
hair off my cheeks, and saw his look.  "What?"

He started, and I realized he wasn't aware he had been
staring.  "I'm sorry."

"It's OK baby," I said, sliding off the bed. 
"Nothings wrong though?"

"No," he said, cutely sheepish.  "You are just so
beautiful."

"Flatterer!" I accused, then turning my back to him. 
"Help me with the zip?"

He did, and I let my dress slowly fall.  I hadn't worn
a bra, so now I was nude but for my stockings and
heels.  My guess that he'd find that sexy was right,
for I felt his erection pressing firmly against my
cheeks--between my cheeks--even as his hands hefted my
breasts.  My hands closed over his, feeling how strong
his hands were, such manly hands.  I was so warm
inside, feeling so desirable.

I felt his breath on my neck, and then his lips were
on my nape.  Of course.  With my back to him he would
find my nape irresistible.  We squirmed against each
other for long minutes as he kneaded my breasts, toyed
with my nipples, and kissed and sucked my nape.  I've
never had anal sex, but if he had suggested it at that
moment in exchange for never stopping what he was
doing, I would have surely agreed.

I turned in his grasp, and planted my lips on his.  He
tilted his lips this time, giving in to me and letting
me kiss him.  I was in control now, I told myself, and
I was going to torture him as he had tortured me all
night.  I began to sink to my knees, wanting to have
him filling my mouth, but he stopped me.  So much for
the fantasy of being in control!

"Darling, Jane... don't," he whispered.  "If you suck
me, I'll cum in your mouth."

"That's OK," I assured him.  My plan was to snowball
him, as we had chatted many times.

"No," he insisted, looking me in the eyes again. 
Those fucking mesmerizing grey green eyes.  "Jane, I
want to fuck you."

Damn and blast!  He'd said it again and I had
clenched, again.  This time, he'd better mean it!  To
make sure, I grabbed his cock and pulled him to the
bed.  I pulled him on to the bed, and consequently on
top of me.  "Now do it."

My aching need to be filled was partially fulfilled as
he slowly slid into me.  We both moaned gutterly, for
the pleasure was great.  Soon, he was completely
within me, and began to rock slowly in and out.  It
became obvious that he wanted a nice slow screw, while
I wanted an athletic fucking.  I'd have to beg.

I did.  "Fuck me," I commanded.  "Fuck me.  Fuck me. 
Harder.  Give it to me.  Harder."

"I don't want to cum too soon," he whimpered,
obviously close to cumming.  "I want you to cum on my
cock."

"I will baby," I hissed.  "But I want to feel you cum
in me.  Then I will be happy."  We'd talked so many
times about how good it would feel to have him fill me
unreservedly, and how he would not stop loving me even
after.  I wanted that so much.  I'd feel fulfilled in
a way that pure fucking couldn't provide.  "Cum in me
Nick," I said softly.  "Let go."

Taking me at my word, Nick began to pound into me. 
Each stroke was long and deep, driving into my soul. 
His balls smacked my ass, and his pelvis flattened my
bald pubes.  Every third or so stroke, he ground his
pubes on mine, massaging my clit.  Damn.  He was a
good fuck.

And then he lost pace.  His thrusts were ever so deep,
but not as sure.  He jerked, and his face grew
frantic.  And quite suddenly, his cock swelled in my
liquid depths, and his eyes rolled back in their
sockets, and his mouth formed a wide round 'O', and
his nippled jutted from his chest.  He was cumming,
and I fancy I could feel the splashes as his semen
jetted out of him and into me.  I shivered, feeling
release myself.  Nick was cumming in me and it felt so
right.

He collapsed then, falling onto me, then sliding off
to the side.  I rolled with him, connected still by
his withering manhood.  I looked at his face,
memorizing every detail from his over-long eyebrows to
his glazed over look to his mouth, which was curled
into a smile that threatened to break into a
post-orgasmic giggle.  He called me beautiful, but he
was glorious.  That thought made me clench again.

My pulse made his cock slip out, and that in turn made
him come round.  "Thank you," he whispered.

"Oh no, thank you," I replied as softly.

"You are so beautiful," he stated with an honesty that
made me nearly weep.  His fingers traced my cheek,
then tucked my hair behind my ear before fondling my
nape.  I shivered.  "You are so beautiful," he
repeated, then, "can we keep making love?"

Making love?  Is that how he thought of it?  I was
sure I would be the only one to consider it like that.

"Yes," I smiled.  I knew what he wanted now, and I
wanted it to.  "Lay on your back."

The look on his face was priceless.  He knew what was
coming, and was grateful I was going to do it. 
Heaving myself up, I slid up so that I straddled his
face.

As he had said he would, he gripped my hips and pulled
my cunt to his mouth.  His tongue didn't shy from his
cum dripping out, and fact he sought it out.  He ate
my cream filled pussy with relish, moaning loudly as
he did so.  I felt those vibrations on my sensitive
clit and I clenched yet again.  He moaned even louder
as my contractions squeezed out the cream.  He
devoured it... me.

I tired of the position, and settled on his face.  I
leaned back, jamming my pussy into his face and
humping it.  Still, he ate me, sucking my hole and
clit and my hole again.  I wanted to cum on his face,
knowing he would love it as much as me, but the speed
at which I was ready was stunning.  His tongue and
mouth on my hot fucked pussy was just too good
feeling.

I came then, grunting as my lower torso gave into
convulsions.  I clamped my mouth shut, determined to
not wake the neighbors, but I know I made loud
squeals.  My hands found his hair and pulled him even
tighter into me, grinding his face on me.  I felt like
an animal, so savage was my orgasm.  I caught vague
sounds as he gasped, and the awareness that he was
being forced to swallow a sudden gush of creampie
thrilled me to continued orgasm.

Eventually, my orgasm subsided, and I rolled off him. 
I felt stunned, but managed to lay next to him.  My
head was on his chest, and I listened to his heartbeat
while I regained strength.  My fingernails came to
life first, and I delighted in tracing the wiring
curled grey hairs of his chest.  I tweaked his
nipples, and moved my head to see his face.  His eyes
were closed and he wore a contented smile.

Making love.

His hands began to idly fondle my nape, and stroke my
hair.  I shivered, enjoying the attention so much.  I
decided to implement my secret plan.

I slid my face down, pulling his soft cock up so that
I could suck him.  He was still covered with sticky
creampie, and the taste was strong but not unpleasant.
 My cheeks hollowed as I sucked him, and I was
rewarded with a measurable growth in his size.

"Oh Jane," he said softly.  "Oh, sweet, sexy Jane."  I
knew he wouldn't tell me he loved me, for he was not
rash like me.  But feeling him grow in my mouth, and
feeling his fingers tracing my nape, I knew he did. 
He didn't have to say so.

And so, my plan was confirmed.  I would suck him, then
offer my remaining virginity to him.  After he licked
it for a long time, he would penetrate my asshole. 
His mouth would be on my nape, kissing me there even
as he slid in and out of my last chaste area.  I would
be a complete slut then, begging him to fuck me harder
in my ass.  I would be his slut, even if he couldn't
say he loved me.

We would be making love.

"Jane, I want to fuck you" is his way of saying, "I
love you", and I know it.