Chapter 1
HE FELT THE WOMAN-WARMTH OF HER BODY....
Calla Larson stretched lazily, felt the light sheet rustle over her naked body and slowly opened her eyes to look directly into the sleeping face of Jack Towers.
He looked rumpled, considerably older than his twenty-eight years and very, very tired. Recalling all they had accomplished since getting into the bed shortly before nine the previous evening, she understood why he was tired and couldn't help smiling.
Calla. closed her eyes again and allowed her mind to wander while she waited for sleep to return. It proved slow in arriving, so she had a lot of time to think.
Both had written their final exams in hotel administration the previous day. The pressure was off, the battle was over and there seemed to be nothing to do but go out on the town and blow off steam.
All over town, there were students doing the same thing. The bars were crowded and noisy with students and graduate students making a bedlam of the place.
At the time, picking up a bottle of scotch and going to a hotel with it seemed like the best idea in the world, so they did it.
There had been no specific plan to go to bed together, but before she knew it, they were kissing passionately and Jack's hand was inside her dress doing wild, wonderful things to her as it massaged a well filled bra cup.
Instinct told Calla that this was the only way to purge all the tension. There was, she knew, a suggestion that she was lying to herself in order to justify what she was about to do, but she didn't care.
I'm a twenty-four year old woman, she told herself, I'm not a virgin and I want the very thing this perfectly good young man wants. Why should I deny myself?
By then, there was another hand adding to her arousal. It was under her dress and moving slowly and warmly over the expanded top of a nylon to caress the flawless skin of her firm thigh.
"I'm not the sort of woman who permits such things," Calla stated as she broke away from his grasp and stood by the bed. "Not," she went on with a smile, "while we have all these clothes on anyway."
Jack blinded, scrambled off the bed and established a new Olympic record for stripping naked. As he achieved it, he found there was still time to do the gentlemanly thing and assist the lady in removing her clinging, pale blue nylon panties.
She had already removed her bra and what she bared there fascinated him. Although he and Calla had been good friends all through the term, they had never reached this stage of friendship. Too, although he had seen a number of bras removed in his twenty-eight years, he had never seen anything to rival the beauty of these dark tipped, amazingly firm melons.
"Where have you been hiding those beauties?" he asked in awed admiration.
"I keep them in a box under my bed," she laughed as she twisted to make them sway.
"You shouldn't," he replied. "The mice may nibble on them."
While Calla displayed pretended horror at the thought, Jack pushed her down onto the bed. She landed flat on her back with her legs high in the air.
Moving quickly, Jack held the legs up with his shoulders as he reached under her to peel the little panties away. He felt the woman-warmth of her body through them and in them.
Drawing them right off her buttocks and down her thighs, he blinked again at this new beauty that had been unveiled. The cheeks were well fleshed and beautifully rounded, there were luscious curves and folds where the sleek thighs ended and the warm, silken body began.
A moment later, he had thrown the panties aside so she retained only her garter belt and nylons. He had no intention of taking those off, it would spoil the total effect.
They came together in a caress that was pure, beautiful and animal. Silently, their bodies exchanged messages of hunger and desire and demand and beauty.
Calla thought he would make love to her immediately and parted her thighs wide. She was mistaken, beautifully, wonderfully mistaken.
Instead, he began to fondle and kiss her trembling body. He spent a long time lavishing adoration on the proudly swelling melons which refused to fall even though she lay on her back.
When his kisses began to move down, the silken hills sparkled with the moisture from his mouth, the dark tips had extended fully in magnificent, aroused erection.
His hands held her from below as his kisses travelled down the gentle slope of her tummy, brushed the foliage and found the sensitivity of inner thighs.
With his mouth just a fraction away from the very core of her passion, Calla held her breath as she waited for the first touch that would draw a cry of ecstasy from her body.
But she had to wait. Instead, he was turning her with his hands as his face twisted so that his lips and tongue could reach the twin magnificence of her buttocks. Calla was amply endowed in that area too, but his kisses covered every inch of the slopes, curves and valley before he turned her over gently.
Without warning, his mouth had claimed her and she did cry out. While his lips clung, his tongue became a wild thing, probing and lashing and driving her into a frenzy from which she hoped she would never recover.
But recovery was on the way. She felt the first flash as it shot between her thighs and fanned out through her entire being. Her thighs rubbed his face frantically, then she cried out again as the explosion came.
It was the best ever for her and it went on and on until she thought she would die and didn't mind at all. And then the force ebbed and she was making the long, lazy trip back to earth.
As she completed it, she saw him kneeling over her, his masculinity big and strong and urgent as it throbbed in anticipation.
"Oh yes, Jack ... yes," she panted.
Her welcome was more than just a thank you for what had been it was a cry of wanting to take and to give and to make the explosion happen again with their bodies locked warmly together.
Despite his urgency and his strength, Jack was very gentle as he came to her. Her body gave a little jerk as he moved inside, then, after a brief pause, the man was filling her with his firm strength.
"Oooh it's good, Jack," she moaned in ecstasy. "Yes ... yes ... yes ... oooh ... aaahhh...."
And then he had given her everything; she felt his muscular belly rubbing her softer, receptive one and it was as if he had filled her body entirely, right to the tips of her fingers which rubbed his smooth, strong back as he began to move up and down on her.
At once, the magic of his masculinity was multiplied a thousand times with each strong movement. Her body had become the strings of a priceless violin and the maestro was composing music for the gods.
The virtuoso performance went on and on until Calla heard and felt the crescendo approaching. Her voice joined the concert as the music flared inside her and lifted her above the clouds again.
She was only vaguely aware that it had become a duet as Jack joined her in the glorious te deum when the magic moment of completion happened for him as well.
When it was over, they rested for a long time before either could find strength to get up and pour drinks.
With the pressure off for both of them, conversation came easily as they resumed the drinking which had been the original plan for the evening.
For a while, they talked about their plans for the future and agreed that since they would be working within two hundred miles of each other, they would be able to get together from time to time.
They stayed naked and there was a wonderful continuation of their intimacy even after the original passion had been slaked.
Gradually, as the scotch warmed them, vitality returned. Their conversation became more intimate and they began to touch each other.
"I never knew breasts could be that beautiful," Jack commented as he put his glass down to cup them from under.
"Thanks. I kind of like them myself, but that wasn't always the case."
"How do you mean?"
"They were pretty big when I was fourteen and fifteen. I looked like I was going to tip over and I was pretty self conscious. I wished they'd shrink."
"I'm glad they didn't." He gave them a squeeze and she felt the thrill go all the way through her.
When one of his hands moved down to stroke her thighs, she allowed it to move them apart. Looking at him, she saw that his masculinity had revived fully and would want to go into action again soon. The thought pleased her as she sensed that her body would be more than ready to meet his demand. Her eyes remained on his strength and a smile flickered across her face.
"There's a lot of you there, mister. Ever considered renting it out as a flag pole?"
"It's a very fine flag pole, madam."
Scrambling off the bed, he picked up her panties and draped them over him. Standing at attention, he used muscular control to wave the blue nylon flag as he hummed The Stars and Stripes Forever.
Calla collapsed with laughter and began rolling on the bed. Looking at her lush body in motion, he forgot all about muscular control and the flag, but it kept right on waving anyway.
"Looking at that," Calla managed to say when she stopped laughing enough to permit her to talk, "makes me think of becoming a flag pole sitter."
"In that case," he replied quickly, "you need a bit of practice. Let's go."
Catching her in his arms, he kissed her passionately as they rolled together on the bed for a little while. When he released her, Calla was surprised to see him lying flat on his back with his hands under his head as if resting.
"Hey," she protested as she bent over him, the silken melons full and pendulous above his face, "have you given up or something?"
"Not on your life. Look yonder," he glanced down his body toward the erect maleness they had been joking about. "I hear a lot of boasting about flag pole sitting, but I don't see much action."
It was something Calla had never tried, but she had seen the pictures circulated clandestinely in the sorority house and in classes and she knew it could be done. She also knew she was going to try.
She knelt astride his body and began to lower herself toward his offering. When she felt it, she used her hands to prepare herself and to guide him into her.
Lowering herself a little, she confirmed that all was in readiness. With a smile toward him, she lowered her body all the way until her buttocks pressed against him. It was all in there and it felt wonderful.
"Hey you," he protested, "don't fall asleep on the job. Let's get a little work done here."
"Just like a man to expect a woman to do all the work. Just for that, I don't think I will." Just for emphasis, she stuck her tongue out. He saw it far above the magnificent, pink tipped white mountains of flesh.
His hand moved quickly and she felt the sharp spank on her arched posterior.
"Now will you get to work?" he asked.
Calla got to work and discovered she enjoyed it immensely. She liked the feeling of complete control it gave her and also liked the way his face looked up at her flailing breasts, her passion-contorted face.
The big moment came for her first and as Calla writhed on him, she brought him with her. When it was all over, the flag pole disappeared and she collapsed on him.
Jack held her warmly and they drifted into sleep. Once during the night, Calla had no idea of the time, they wakened and matched their awakened passions before drifting back to sleep.
It was one of those good ones, softened by the sweet fog of sleepiness and without the raging passion of their first encounter. It was just right for the night.
And then, as she looked into his sleepy face, Jack was awake too. Before his eyes were fully opened, he caught her and pulled her to him. They kissed sleepily, but before long, both lost all thoughts of sleeping. There were things-worth staying awake for.
It was another good one for both of them and when it was over, they showered together, each spreading lather over the other.
They dressed then and went down to breakfast. There was just a touch of shared sadness. Their affair had been an unplanned and innocent thing and now it was over. Each had given something beautiful to the other and now it was ending as it had to end.
Perhaps they would meet again and perhaps they wouldn't but for now, the student days were at an end and the era of work and responsibility was approaching.