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<<<<<Orphan Annie's 6th Adventure>>>>>
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Larry found out about Norman. Well, yes, I told him, but only
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after he really got insistent about why I didn't answer my phone all
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that weekend (come to think of it, Norman had unplugged his phone,
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too...). He was real upset, not that I'd promised him fidelity but
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certainly I could understand where his hurt expectations had
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come from. So I invited him over for dinner and a talk, and perhaps a
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pityfuck. I selected a satin slipdress--you know, tailored,
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spaghetti straps, trim fitting, low cut but not really dipping too
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far into the cleavage. I picked up some fresh fish and vegies and put
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on a really nice table and candlelight, but he wasn't interested. Poor
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guy was really hurting, I could see it in his face. After all
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we had together, etc., etc., he kept saying, and I could tell he just
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never believed that the whole situation was merely a day-to-day
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thing. Funny how guys never complain about who you've seen before, but
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they really get hurt when you see someone later! When I explained that
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I hadn't really given him up, just allowed someone else in, he seemed
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to brighten a bit and his appetite began to come back. So I poured us
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a little more wine and let him talk. His work had been going
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better, and he'd wanted to share it with me, and here I'd gone off
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for a weekend with a year-old reject. Again, I patiently
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explained how there'd been no long term promises, just mutual
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enjoyment. We finished desert, I poured some brandy, and we retired
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to the living room sofa. He was much more relaxed, and actually
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began to ask after me (other than regarding Norman, of course).
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I sketched out current projects...nothing he didn't already know
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about, but they seemed to amuse him. But conversation about him was
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really short: How was work? Ok. What about his spare time? Nothing
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special. Was he going out with anyone else? No, of course not. Did
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he have any trips planned? No, now that I wouldn't go along,
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he'd stopped fantasying about them. Well, where had he wanted us to
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go? Now he brightened and began to recite a series of rather
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detailed itineraries he'd thought through. A bit TOO detailed, in
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that EVERYthing was planned, but surely they were all very romantic
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ideas for weekends or longer. When I said I'd go along as things
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permitted he began to get excited again. He brought out some pictures he'd
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clipped, and I moved over next to him to see them. He did have
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a great imagination, and his enthusiasm was now really showing.
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When I reached over to point out something in his books, I didn't mind
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at all letting my hand linger in his lap. He didn't grab for me right
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away, but did shift over to be right next to me. I poured a little more
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brandy and the evening drew on. We began to plan a trip,
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selecting a long weekend and picking daily destinations.
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Somewhere along here I kissed his cheek and he put his arm around me.
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I could feel him checking for the (non-existent) bra strap and panty
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line. Just as we finished I got up to get more brandy, and when I
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came back I sat with my back against the far armrest of the couch
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and beckoned to Larry. He scooted over and put his arm across my
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waist. I sipped my brandy, gave him his, and asked him if he wanted
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to stay the night. I swear he almost dropped his snifter, and
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then he smiled; he leaned over and kissed me, and I put an arm around
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his shoulders. When he sat up I put my snifter aside and took his,
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holding one hand in his lap while I reached over to put his
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snifter aside. I had to really stretch my arm and chest to reach, and
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I'm sure he stared closely at the swelling beneath the slip's
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bodice. When I turned back I reached up to pull him down and he
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pivoted his legs onto the sofa as he lounged beside me. He still seemed
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so unsure, though. I stroked his head, and kissed his lips, but
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he was hesitant. I took his hand from my waist and moved it up to my
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breast, where I held it tight. His hand, massive as always, was as
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warm and gentle as before. As he kissed my neck I pulled my head back
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and just enjoyed all the sensations. He soon had his hand inside the
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dress and then he slipped the straps off my shoulders. He was
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getting the idea! Time to find a little bare skin on this guy, too! I
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rolled sideways, so he could get onto the sofa better, then began
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working on his buttons, literal and figurative. I would undo a few
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then reach down between his legs for a good grab as I kissed him deeply.
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Soon, his shirt was off and his pants were open. It wasn't long
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before his hand was off my breast and was sliding up my leg under
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the dress. I lifted my hips and he just pulled it off over my head as
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I sat up. We then went to work on the rest of his clothes and when
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they were off I took him to the bedroom. The sheets were cold but we
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had them warm soon enough. There was a lot of exploring we
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did, sliding our legs over each other, tongues in ears, nibbles on
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necks, fingers on genitals. I took him on my side, and I could see him
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sigh as he slid into me. Right away there wasn't the usual vigorous
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pumping, just sort of a slow and gentle massage of all my innards. I
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ran my hands over his chest, behind me to grab his balls, back up
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through his hair, and all the time there was this gentle warmth
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suffusing through me. I was tightening down but not yet near
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explosion. Then he rolled me over onto my back and began to pump
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more quickly. He put his legs outside mine and the pressures
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changed. Next, he started licking and sucking my chest again, and I
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began to really pump back. When he came it wasn't for long but
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it was powerful, almost like a firehose deep inside. I shivered,
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then shuddered, and then thrashed about in a wild, slow-coming orgasm
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that left me breathless. With the exhaustion that brought, and the
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brandy, I soon fell asleep. Larry was there, gently again in the
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morning, and we repeated the performance until the sun was at zenith.
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He left a little more confident of himself and I lingered in bed,
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assured the attentions of two wonderful men. Can life be sweeter?
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From the collection of -=*<Rough Rider>*=-
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