Chapter 4

"I couldn't stay away," Cindy said when we finally broke our clinch, her brown eyes looking up into mine. "Maybe we're supposed to meet by fate, but this time I didn't think it would hurt to give fate a helping hand!"

She had graduated from college on the West Coast a semester early, she told me as I turned in my gown and we left the campus. She'd taken a job that involved travel all over the country, and one of her first choices had been to come here.

"I thought wearing the same dress would be a nice touch, Jack," she continued with a smile.

"It was," I grinned, taking in her beautiful little body. "It is!"

We went across the street to a little cafe, where we sat and talked for a while. We were hungry for each other, but it was as if we were building up our energy for what would follow. I devoured my food, but even more I feasted on the sight of her luscious curves, suddenly real to me again. Our link was mental and spiritual, too, but after such a long time it was physical above all.

"Not enough time," Cindy said, shifting in her chair. Her eyes betrayed the fire that was building in her loins, as I was sure mine did, too.

"There isn't enough time for us in all eternity!" I said mock-poetically, missing her point.

"No, silly," she laughed, taking my hands across the table. "I meant there's not enough time to make it to your place!"

Then she got up and walked away, giving me a sexy look over her shoulder. I followed her to the back of the cafe-and right in the door of the ladies' room! As luck would have it, there was no one else there, and we locked ourselves in one of the stalls.

"Not too romantic," Cindy laughed, looking around. "And we'll have to be quiet. But sit down, Jack. Sit down!"

I could hardly believe we were going to do it there, but I was game. Getting in position, I freed my cock, which stood up proudly. The next moment she wiggled out of her panties, pulled up her white dress, put her hands on my shoulders and lowered herself onto me.

It was like a shock of recognition when I slid into her. Again I felt her hot, wet, perfectly fitting cunt around my rampant rod. She moved slowly up and down, leaning forward so that her sweet breath was in my ear and her dark hair splayed over my face. I wasn't in a bathroom; I was in heaven. What a graduation present this was!

"Oh. Oh, Cindy!" I sighed. "I really don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything," she whispered back. "We know each other's thoughts anyhow."

She kept moving on me, and I abandoned myself to the delight of her. There was an added dimension in that we were both fully dressed but with our hot loins secretly meeting. There was also the element of danger, because someone could walk in on us anytime. My experiences with my fated lover were nothing if not memorable!

With my head swimming, I quickly built to an orgasm. When it came, it was sharp and piercing, more real than any I'd had with even Sharon or Marge. It felt new, too, even though I'd come with Cindy before. That was how it was, I decided, with lovers like us.

"Oh. Oh!" I exclaimed, trying to muffle my cries. My climax broke at the base of my fully engorged rod and flowed out along it and up my rigid spine. I stayed balanced at that marvelous moment for what seemed like an eternity; maybe a great orgasm did take you to eternity. Then I began pumping my hot jets of sperm into my lover.

"Ahhh!" Cindy echoed, simultaneously reaching her release. Her hands, thighs, and even her pussy tightened on me as she got everything out of her climax that she could.

She leaned back, with my cock still inside her, and we gazed into each other's eyes.

"Welcome back," I said.

But she looked down to where her dark pubes met mine.

"I'm the one who should say welcome backinto me!" she replied with a sexy smile.

Then we got cleaned up and went back out into the cafe. One thing I knew was that I'd never look at the door of a ladies' room in quite the same way again!

I had to have dinner with my folks and see them off, but after that Cindy and I met again at my place. I was all packed to leave Boston, but luckily the bed was still there! We practically tore off our clothes, and again I saw her small, perfectly formed body naked. She was twenty-one now, and if anything her curves were even better defined. Her breasts, especially, were contrastingly larger and firmer, thrusting out in incredible, hard-nippled splendor. I wondered how many lovers' hands might have helped to make them that way in the meantime, but I didn't care.

She lay back on the sheets, her dark hair fanning out on the pillow and those breasts standing up magnificently. She spread her shapely legs, showing and inviting me into her beautiful pink slit. But my eyes were elsewhere, and she read my thoughts.

"You're right, Jack," she said. "We've never done that. So come on. It'll be fun!"

"As long as you don't mind," I replied. "Because

I won't, for sure!"

So I straddled her chest, wet my tool with some lotion that was handy, and slid it into her cleavage. Cindy held her breasts up with her hands, but she hardly even had to because they were so big and firm. Levering with my hips, I got into a fine rhythm, using long, slow strokes. She alternately looked up along my body at my face, then down at the tip of my rod, which was coming out from between her remarkable pair.

"Ooh, that's interesting. That's nice!" she purred in her totally liberated way.

"If you think that's nice," I replied, "wait until you see me shoot!"

Spurred on by the position, the whole situation, and our almost outrageous intimacy, I moved quickly to a climax. Faster and faster I plowed between her tits until I was right on the verge. It was amazing, I knew, how the body controlled the mind during sex, but how the mind could still provide the timing. I wanted to shoot quickly, and sure enough, I shot!

"Oh. Oh, yeah!" I gasped, as another sharp orgasm wracked me and my hot white jets shot out. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I put them on my head and twisted like some male exotic dancer.

"Oh, wow, Jack!" Cindy echoed as my stuff hit her, some of it even reaching her open mouth. "We sure get into some mischief, don't we?"

Then I hunched up a little farther, and she sucked out the last few drops.

I got off her, and we lay back beside each other. Idly, I took a tissue and wiped myself dry.

"Not that it's dirty or anything," I said.

"Oh, no," she replied. "Everybody does that. Though I did read about a man who said his biggest delight in life was 'having tea and toast in bed with cunty fingers!'"

I smiled, feeling infinitely pleased that a man and a woman could be so close and yet so fabulously different. And as to her quote, you never knew what benefits you'd get from a college education!

Then Cindy asked me about my sex life in her absence, and I told her about Sharon and Marge. Turnabout being fair play, I asked to hear an outstanding experience of hers.

"Well, there was Laguna Beach," she began. "As you probably know, that's a picturesque town south of L.A. A professor of mine who was very, very married took me to a secret little apartment he had there, for some extracurricular sex.

"We got undressed, and he was really impressed by my tight little body. Of course, he especially liked my great big boobs. He just stood there holding them in his hands, his eyes bulging as though he were a virgin instead of a thirty-five-year-old man. In fact, he was so distracted by my breasts that he forgot to get a hard-on!

"'C'mon,' I told him. 'They're just tits. And you're lucky enough to be holding them. Believe it. Now give it to me. Give it to me good!'

"Still he wasn't Hard. So I hunched down a bit and rubbed my breasts, including my hard nipples and my puckered areolae, all over his cock. Sure enough, the direct contact of what he so admired did the trick for him. Soon he was like a rock.

"Then I got up on all fours on the bed and he knelt behind me. Quickly, he slid his rod into my hot, tight cunt. It was a fine one, filling me from side to side and plumbing my depth. He pumped strongly and rhythmically, and I responded in kind. As he stroked my naked flesh, he must have enjoyed the sight of my sexy body wriggling and squirming. My breasts that he liked so much were hanging and swinging under me, and he made grabs at them as we humped away. I was giving that older man a great time, and I felt great as well.

"Soon my pussy began spasming wildly, and I came. 'Oooh! Oooh' I went, letting him know he was with a real sex-lover, a real little screamer. Lunging back at him, I put out hot juice around his tightly-held rod.

"He came then, too. 'Oh. Oh, Cindy!' he shouted. 'You're such a sex bomb. And you're even more so when you go off!' Then he let loose with a major load."

As I listened to her back in Boston, I thought that my dark-haired lover had finished her story. "You tell it like it is," I couldn't help observing.

"You nymphos really kiss and tell!"

"I guess we do," Cindy laughed, giving a naked wiggle as if in memory of her California encounter. "But why not? We're only describing what everybody does."

"Right on," I agreed. "Sex is such a great thing that it shouldn't be kept secret. Rather, it should be the reverse!"

And she wasn't done, either. "Anyhow," she continued, "my professor and I stayed in Laguna for the weekend. Now that he was warmed up-and not in such awe of my tits-we balled like crazy. In between, we enjoyed delicious meals and visited the art galleries in town. And late on Saturday night, we just sat naked at the apartment's picture window, sipping wine and taking in the moonlight over the Pacific.

"On Sunday morning, though, we went down to a little private beach surrounded by high cliffs. There was no one else there, so we decided to take off our suits and swim and sunbathe nude. That was when an amazing thing happened.

"It started out with a simple dip in the waves. I stood chest deep, letting the water play with my big breasts in rhythm. My professor friend was again hypnotized by the sight of them. I knew what he liked to see, and it didn't hurt to do a little posing.

"I thought he might fuck me in the surf, but instead he took my hand and led me back to the sand. I lay back on a towel, my breasts standing up proudly. My dark fur was soaked, and there were beads of moisture on my smooth, firm flesh. I must have presented a pretty and very fuckable picture!

"In spite of what often happens to men's cocks in the water, his was fully erect. He got over me and slid it right between my slender thighs. I lifted my legs and opened myself completely to him, hugging him tight. As we began to make it, it reminded me of that old Burt Lancaster movie.

"But just when we were really getting into it, a scary scene occurred. Two young guys suddenly appeared from around the corner of one of the cliffs. They were good-looking and muscular, and were naked like my friend and me. And I could see their cocks get hard the moment they saw us.

"At first they tried to be polite and excuse themselves, but they were just too turned on. 'Hey, old man,' they called out to my lover. 'Isn't she a little too young for you?' And to me, they said, 'Hey, busty babe. You ought to go with somebody your own age. like us!'

"It was a dangerous situation. But I had to admit that I was more attracted than repelled. Even with my friend moving in me, I was wondering what they'd feel like as well. Call me a raging nympho, but that's the way it was!

"So, just before they pulled him off me and a fight broke out, I took charge. 'I'm enough woman for all of you,' I said. 'I'll take you on, too. Come here!'

"When they heard that, the two young guys sat down on the sand and watched while my main lover finished. He did look like he might still try to fight them off, but I discouraged him. He took their place watching, and they got in position at either end of me. I'd never done two guys before, and I didn't want to do them one at a time!

"I urged the first guy to ball me, and he eagerly complied. Soon my hot, tight snatch was stuffed with man meat once more. I moved to give head to the other one, and he stuck his cock at my mouth. Soon I was taking him in and sucking hungrily away.

"As I lay there on the beach, looking up at the sunny blue sky, I did wonder for a moment what on earth I was doing. But as they said in the sexual revolution, if it felt good, do it, and it felt very good indeed.

"Because the whole situation was such a turn-on, our little threesome finished in record time. The guy who was humping me lunged faster and faster, panting and grunting, until he put out his stuff. I sucked harder on the other guy, using my tongue on his underside and working his root with my fingers, until I let him out and stroked him the rest of the way. And, my lean body tensing and my big boobs shaking, I went through an orgasm that was even better for my being with them both.

"'Ohhh!' I moaned, as I bucked my hips and enjoyed my climax to the fullest. Great waves of pleasure washed over me, like the ocean waves beyond.

"'Ahhh!' I sighed; as I sank into a warm, wonderful peace.

"But before the guys moved away, they mysteriously urged me over on my side. Then I felt my professor friend, who must have gone wild from watching, enter me again."

Back where we lay together in Boston, Cindy gave me a dreamy smile.

"And I leave it to you, Jack," she concluded, "to figure out where he entered!"

Having heard that, my mind was totally blown. My sexual education had been completed, just as I'd graduated from college that very same day. I loved and lusted after that big-breasted little woman, and I wanted to show her I did. So, realizing that she hadn't gotten hers yet that night, I quickly remedied the fact.

I moved lower on the bed until my mouth was at her dark-furred pubes. It was great to look up along her slender body, between her magnificent breasts, to where she was gazing lovingly down at me. I separated her outer lips with my fingers and laid bare her fresh, inner pinkness. I knew I was looking at a place that had welcomed many men, to include the ones she'd just told me about. But that only made it more appealing to me.

How beautiful Cindy was down there! Her intricate folds were like the petals of a rose, her fluid on them like morning dew. The word 'foliate' came to mind, and I was glad I'd done well in English! I could also see her little button, her opening, and everything she had.

As her smooth, warm thighs pressed my cheeks, I put my mouth on her, adding the sense of touch to that of sight. My lips met her nether lips, and my tongue caressed her sensitive clit, then probed inside her. My nose was buried in her soft, perfumed muff, and I tasted her sweet, natural juices. She reached down and stroked my head, helping to take me to a heaven that was encompassed by her hot, wondrous loins. What a way to go, I thought more banally. There would be far worse ways to leave this earth than with one's face buried in the cleft of the woman one loved!

Then, all thought aside, I ate her avidly, doing everything I knew to give her maximum pleasure. Attuned as we were, I seemed to know exactly how and where to touch her. My mouth and her cunt became locked together, the rhythms flowing back and forth between us. I grasped and kneaded her firm rear as she pushed herself joyfully at me. Soon I felt her on the edge of her climax, and then I felt it break.

"Oh. Ohhh!" Cindy cried above me, spasming against my lips. "Oh, Jack. You're the best!"

I wondered if she'd said that to other men, but again I didn't care. That was because she'd said it to me.

"But you didn't get off," she concluded, as her fine body relaxed and her orgasm subsided.

"Oh, yes, I did," I replied, looking happily up at her.

And that was because, while I was eating her, I'd been rubbing my hard-on against the sheets!

Cindy and I rested for a while, after which I made slow, tender love to her with me on top. Her hard-nippled breasts lay like huge round pillows on her chest as I plunged deeply into her. Again I tried to fix her every feature in my mind and heart, not to mention in my senses. I knew that our present encounter would have to last me, because soon she'd be gone once more.

The next day we walked the streets of Boston together, visiting our favorite places like old times. It was good to be at them with her again, and her presence seemed to put them back the way they should be. That was also fortunate because I was about to leave those places myself, and I wanted to remember them right.

Then, sadly, it was time. We went out to Logan Airport together, but to different flights. Hers was departing first, and I said good-bye to her at the gate. In a short dress, she stretched upward, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me hard.

God, her face was so beautiful, framed by her dark hair. And her bosom felt so good against me, its largeness pressing my front. I stroked her arching back and grasped her tensing rear, too, not caring if anyone was watching. If someone's face was lovely, then all the more so for her more intimate parts.

And there were her lips. Damn, they communicated her whole sexy body, as though we were having sex with our mouths. I wondered if anyone had ever come through such a kiss! And her eyes, when she drew away. They were indeed the windows of her soul.

It was dark and misty outside the big windows, and the plane looked like something out of a movie. But it wasn't the end of a friendship, only a fated interruption of it. Suddenly, though, I didn't see why we couldn't be together all the time.

"Stay with me," I told Cindy, holding her tight again. "You can be as free as you want, but stay with me."

But she wiggled out of my arms. "You know I can't, Jack," she said with a smile, looking wiser than I'd ever be. "It's not that you haven't played your cards right; you've been perfect. Again, it's just that we need someone special to dream about and come back to, someone who's above everyone else. And we wouldn't have that if we saw each other every day."

Then she whispered into my ear. "And the memory, the standard of the perfect.. .fuck. Am I right, Jack?"

I had to admit that she was. She was a romantic as well as a nympho, I knew now, and the combination was rare. And even if she was giving me a line, it was a marvelous one, just as she was the most amazing woman I'd ever known.

So I kissed her once more, then I let her go. "I love you, Cindy," I said.

"I love you, too, Jack," she replied. "I really do."

She picked up her carry-on bag and joined the others going down the boarding tunnel. Again, I thought of following, but I stood my ground. There was even something oddly triumphant about it, this losing yet not losing her.

"Good-bye, Cindy!" I called after her.

She turned, and gave me one last flash of her smile.

"No, Jack," she answered. "Not good-bye, but so long!"