Date: Thu, 11 Mar 2010 04:04:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: "A Visit to Remember" Chapter 2

Chapter Two
Six years before

	 Friday afternoon was laundry time for Tom. Bill did his only when
he ran out of something like socks or underwear. And, then with resignation
and mild displeasure. He was always conscious of his appearance, but
preferred a 'relaxed' look.
	Carrying a basket of freshly dried laundry, Tom entered the room
and glanced at Bill who was hunched over his desk, studying. "All ready for
your tests?"
	"Yeah," said Bill, "Except, Philosophy. All those fuckin Greek
names, schools, terms. I don't know, I can't seem keep all those damned
names straight tonight."
	"Well, you got the weekend to work it out . 'Sides the test's not
'til Wednesday."
	"Yeah, but, I've got Calculus and Organic to put the finishing
touches on--they're more important to me."
	"Tell ya what, I need some help on Organic Lab, you help me, I'll
help you."
	"Sure, Okay." He returned to his studying.
	Tom folded his laundry carefully, Shorts one way, t-shirts another
way. Everything had its way. Everything had its place. Tom had ordered his
life, not completely compulsive, but there seemed to be a need for things
to be in their place. "Goin to the party tomorrow?"
	"Yeah."
	"Who ya goin with?"
	"Karen, Karen Hilliard, she's in lab with us."
	"Oh, yeah. You guys gettin serious? This is the third or forth time
you've gone out."
	Shrugging his shoulders, "Yeah, I guess. . ." then, in part, not
wanting to deal with the obvious, "I don' know. . . . Who you goin with?"
	"Who do you think? Janice, of course."
	The focus had been shifted, thankfully Bill said, "When are ya
going to pop the question?" He said, glancing up with w wry smile and a
twinkle in his eye.
	"I don't know."
	"Hell, yuv been goin t'gether for three years. . . ," grinning
wider.
	Tom, too, had reached a point of non-declaration, "Will, you shut
up and get back to your studying." The retort was not sharp, but tinged
with a bit of good humor.

	Bill picked up Karen at the apartment she shared with two other
students. Karen was prompt. She was always prompt.
	Dressed in a small checked, black and white, knit dress, not tight,
but which molded to her figure without clinging; she was tall,
five-foot-nine. "Willowy-like figure," was his mental description, ample,
but not full breasts, proportionally flaring hips, and long legs. Her hair,
worn long and straight, always shifted and moved with the slightest
movement of her head. This seemed to amaze Bill, and in a strange way,
attracted him. Her brown eyes were large, slightly angled and partially
framed by beautiful, naturally arched brows. A straight nose, below which
were full lips, larger than the norm which opened to reveal perfect teeth
when she smiled, which seemed to be often. At least, that was what Bill
thought. Karen's walk had a natural, unaffected fluidity about it. This,
too, brought a warm feeling to Bill as they walked together.
	"Not beautiful, but striking, was the word," Bill thought when he
had first seen her. Yet, he was attracted by her bright humor, intelligence
and guarded-honesty--not to mention her warm independence and
assertiveness.
	Hand-in-hand, they walked with the ease that a new infatuation
brings. Almost from the first date, there was a naturalness that developed
between them.
	They had been class-mates in speech the semester before, during
which time they had become acquainted. Maybe, more than just 'acquainted.'
They had worked together on one of the class' group projects--a
debate--along with a third student. They had met after class for a coke or
coffee, occasionally, but, since they were in the same Chem Lab this
semester, they had become better friends. It wasn't until just after
Halloween that Bill had asked her out, a real date, not just a coke after
class. They had enjoyed each other's company, seemed to like many of the
same things, and, true enough, there seemed to be a 'chemistry' between
them. That was always important.
	The party was at Jim Anderson's apartment, a senior Chem major. Jim
had tutored Bill during his first semester at the university. Bill had
found that his high school's chemistry class had not adequately prepared
him for what a university-level chem class demanded. From that experience,
Bill and Jim had become friends--maybe, more like big-brother and
little-brother.
	Usually, these parties were loose affairs, held on the smallest
pretext--this one was an 'end-of-the-semester-party,' a good enough
reason. There was sure to be a keg, loud music and ample' junk'
food. Everybody brought something.
	The party, too, was multifaceted. A few of the 'party goers' would
be locked in some deep philosophic discussion, some would quietly drink,
and the rest enjoyed each other and danced. It was typical.
	The beer flowed. Karen and Bill danced, although not exclusively,
but, most of the time. Especially, the last few dances, late in the evening
(or early morning) when miraculously the tempo of the music had slowed down
and the volume had diminished, as well. They wore the flush that two or
three pint-sized plastic cups of beer brought. They wore the flush of two
young people who were exploring the outer boundaries of love. The wore the
flush of things to come, hopefully.
	 He enjoyed holding her close, arms encircling each other, hands
resting, warmly on their backs. Feeling her hair against his cheek,
smelling the freshness of it, the subtle aroma of perfume, and his tongue
would reach out and ensnare a strand or two, furtively. Their bodies
together, not passionately locked, but comfortably fitting, moved and
swayed to the music. He was aware of the contours of her back under his
hands, her soft, warm breasts, and the hot hardness of her pelvic arch
against his right thigh when they moved. All this, especially Karen's
closeness, brought a warm flush over his being, color to his cheeks and an
erection--not a roaring hard-on, but an erection, nonetheless.
	Karen, too, was infused with warmth. The un-perfumed smell of him,
she liked. The soft, controlled strength of his character caused her
wonder. She reacted to his muscled back beneath her hands, his encircling
arms, his tongue in her hair--to that she smiled--and to his hardness
pressing against her. They kissed, not a perfunctory kiss, not long or
passionate, but lovingly--the presence of others at the party precluded
anything more. It was not that they were shy, particularly, but for the
moment they reveled in their new feelings.
	Later, they walked back to Karen's apartment, arms around each
other, in silence. Their thoughts were strangely in tuned to each
other's. They were warmed with each other's closeness and touch.
	In the darkness of her porch, his arms encircled her waist, her's
his neck, and they kissed. The kiss was more than the tender 'pecks' of the
party, long and searching. Readily, their tongues caressed each other's,
lips sucked in lower lips and again that wonderful, all-encompassing warmth
began to infuse their beings. Quick breaths were taken as the kiss
continued. Hands began to longingly search each other's back. They broke
the kiss, breathlessly and with small animal sounds. Long enough to inhale
deeply, smile at each other, and Bill dropped his lips to that tender area
where neck merges into shoulder and at first kissed it lightly. Karen's
head arched back and turned, giving him free range to this sensuous part of
her being. He kissed it again, except this time with his tongue, and then
traced a line up to her ear. She moaned again. Her body twitched with
desire. He encircled her ear with his moist, hot tongue, tracing its form
and contours, and
 sucking into the confines of his mouth the soft, flaccid lobe.
	Her lips, as if with a will of their own, sought his ear,
disengaging his lips. Her hot, moist tongue sent shocks through his
form--the muscles in the small of his back reacted causing pleasant spasms
and he drew her even nearer. She again felt the hardness of his erection
against her stomach, but this time it was noticeably stronger and it
transfused its passion into her. They had been this way before, once,
briefly and they drawn back, stopped. But, now she felt her knees began to
flex, not from weakness, but toward that primal position. "Let's go
inside."
	"Okay," breathlessly, and then he added, "what about your
roommates?"
	"They went to Beth's for the weekend."
	Quickly, hastily they entered the apartment and moved the the
sofa. They continued what they had started on the porch. Now, however,
without the demands of standing, their whole bodies were free to express
their passion. And that they did. Their lips sought each other's--the
exposed skin of the face and neck. Hands, too, caressed and when the
sensitive finger-tips touched flesh, additional shock waves coursed through
their bodies.
	Fabric became an impediment, so hands ventured under the upper
clothing to touch bare back, stomach, chest and breast. Bodies twisted and
torqued, once Bill was covering Karen's body, then she his. This dance,
this primeval dance unfolded as a lotus, beautiful, pristine and beyond the
tawdry.
	Their passion mounted to that plateau where touch brought delicious
pain and unexpressible joy. Their actions were no longer conscious, but
primal--forced inextricably onward. She lifted her face above his and in a
warm and breathless voice said, "Let's go to my bed."
	"Yes," he breathed, but then added, "are you sure?" This was to be
their first time.
	"Yes, yes, I want you."
	Beside the bed they both removed their already disarranged
clothing. Watching each other, they took joy and passion from the
disrobing. Their eyes languidly caressed each other as clothes were
discarded. Their disrobing was not completed in haste, but with erotic
deliberateness.
	Nude, they came into each other's arms. Nude, their bodies
met. Nude, their bodies melded with warm intensity.
	Karen gently pushed Bill down onto the bed and thrilled at the
feeling of his warm, muscled form beneath her passion-charged body. She
kissed the hollow of his neck while her hands traced down his sides. Bill,
as well, moved his hands down her sides, onto the soft flare of her hips,
and over to the rich, warm mound of her buttocks. Both of their hands
shocked passion-infused muscles into involuntary contractions, adding fuel
to their love-fire. She moved her lips down to his hair-spread chest and
began to lick his nipples into electric erectness. Delicately, her fingers
followed the muscled, double-arch from hip-bone to groin and the silky mat
that presaged his erection.
	No longer could Bill endure the sensations--both pain and
pleasure--he grasped Karen and rolled over, supporting himself on knees and
elbow. Gently and slowly he pulled her up, beneath him, planting kisses
from her forehead to that luxurious depression between her breasts. His
tongue moved to an already erect nipple, gently circled it, brushed it and
sucked it between his hot lips. Karen's back arched, involuntarily. He felt
the incredibly warm, electric softness of her fleece covered love-lips
pressing against his hot, turgid erectness.
	"Oh, God, you feel so good," he said breathlessly, "So good."
	Knowing the effect she was now having on him and the effect that he
was having on her, Karen slowly rotated her hot, yearning pussy against his
pulsing prick. "I want you, oh, I want you," was all she could say.
	Bill had made love to other women before Karen. He had prided
himself in his ability--or maybe wide repertoire--in his foreplay
techniques. But, Karen's passion coupled with his own, and their feelings
for each other, had quickly diverted his path--his plan--toward that
ultimate need of new, young lovers--coupling.
	"You make me so fuckin hot," he said as his fingers, gently parted
her love-lips, feeling her already profuse, natural lubrication, and
delicately drawing one liquid covered finger back and forth over that erect
sensitive spot, then circling it.
	"Aaahhh, oh, God! Oh, God, now, now!" came her hoarse, gasping
response.
	He guided his charged cock to her cunt opening. "Oh, shhhhhit,"
exploded when his engorged cock-head entered that hot, moist, yielding
channel, "you feel good." Slowly he entered--all the way, 'til cock-hairs
met cunt-hairs.
	"Oh, yessss, you feel so good . . . you fill me up soooo good," she
breathed. She encircled his waist with her legs, and locked her ankles. As
his thrusting began to mount in speed, her legs, likewise, kept time adding
force to his pistoning cock. Her fingers dug into his back and their breath
mixed.
	His passion began to mount to that point of no return, that point
when all thought becomes cock-centered. "Oh, Karen, you feel so fuckin
good."
	"Oh, yes, Ohhh, Yessss!"
	"Your hot pussy drives me wild."
	"Oh, Bill . . ."
	" I love the way my cock feels when it slides in an out of you." He
slipped over the edge, "Oh, Karen, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."
	"Oh, yessss."
	"Oh, God! Aaahhh!" he shouted as spasm after spasm shot through and
out his body.
	His passion was such that he maintained the rapid pistoning after
his explosive orgasm. His buttocks dimpling-deep and relaxing as his
thrusts continued their preordained action. His breathing keeping time with
his pumping.
	"Oh, Yes! Oh Yes! oh, yes. . ." came from Karen as her body writhed
in pleasure.
	Shortly, their motion slowed and then ceased. They remained
enmeshed, and he encased in the warm, moist confines of her being. His
weight over her body felt wonderful. They shifted, and rolled over, still
engaged, she on top, thighs encasing his thighs, her head nestled in the
hollow of his neck. His hands, without haste and with tenderness moved up
and down the length of her back--soothing, hypnotic. They both eased down
from the summit, slowly, quietly, wordlessly--no words were needed--and
then they slept. Together, content, satisfied, satiated, and spent they
slept--not first time lovers, not virgin lovers, but new lovers, the best
kind.

	Bill awoke first. They were laying, spoon fashion, his arm around
her waist, hand cupping her breast. He became aware of a roaring piss-hard,
and slightly embarrassed, he carefully arched his back, removing his
offense from the cleft of her backside. Slowly, disengaging his hand, he
turned, and slipped out of the bed. Karen stretched, feline-like, and
continued to sleep.
	After a good, morning's piss, Bill went into the kitchen, found the
coffee and proceeded to place a pot of water on the burner. "Time to take a
quick shower before it boils," he thought to himself as he switched on the
burner.
	Karen, slowly began to surface from the warm arms of satisfied
sleep to the aroma of freshly brewing coffee. She swung out of bed, put on
her robe and quietly padded out of her bedroom. As she rounded the corner
to the tiny kitchen, she was confronted with the back view of Bill, nude,
lifting a mug of coffee to his lips. She slipped her arms around his waist
and laid her cheek against his shoulder.
	In mock seriousness she said, "For shame, standing without any
clothes on, in my kitchen."
	Turning, "Why don't you give me your robe then?" he asked as he
began to slip it off her shoulders.
	"Oh, no you don't. I know what you're up to. . ." came the laughing
answer. "Besides, I need to take a shower." She planted a kiss on his
nipple and ran to the bathroom, laughing.
	"Tease," Bill shouted after her. Again her laughter filled the
apartment.
	Suffused with warmth, Bill took the mug of coffee back to the
bedroom, straightened the bed-clothes, stretched out, full length, crossed
his ankles, stacked the pillows behind his head, sipped the hot coffee and
recalled the passion of the past night.
	Karen entered the bedroom, robe-wrapped, toweling her long silky
hair. "And now, the shameless guy is lying naked in my bed," again in mock
seriousness.
	Bill smiled and silently offered his mug of coffee to her. She
returned the smile, dropped the towel, climbed onto the bed, straddled his
hips, slipped the robe from her shoulder, and took the mug from him.
	"Now who's the shameless . . . one?" he asked. The last word he had
trouble uttering as Karen had slowly began to move her parted love-lips
back and forth over his limp tool. "Oh, you are shameless," he said with a
smile.
	"But, you love it." She sat the mug on the side table, bent over
and warmly kissed his lips. His arms gently enfolded her, he returned the
kiss.
	Then, Karen stopped her hip movement, sat up, looked directly into
Bill's eyes, her voice was serious as she said, "Bill, I've got to be
honest. . . I must tell you something. . . I think that I'm falling in love
with you."
	True, Bill's feelings for her had been growing. There was a kind of
contented warmth that he felt when he was with her. He guessed that the
previous night's passion was inevitable.
	 Love. He wasn't afraid of it, of course, but he wasn't sure that
he was prepared for it, either. His mind raced to catalog his feelings--his
impressions, his desires, his wants--regarding Karen. He looked deep into
her now-serious, questioning eyes and slowly smiled. All this took but a
brief second or two.
	Karen watched the corners of his mouth curve into that faint smile,
"Does that bother you?" she asked.
	"No, of course not," came the slow deliberate reply.
	"I'm glad it doesn't," she answered, as she too, began to
smile. She smiled not only at his answer, but also at the growing movement
that she felt between her legs.
	Bill watched her smile, felt his penis stiffen in its warm confines
and deliberately flexed it--causing it to jerk. Karen's smile
widened. "Does that bother you?" he asked, knowingly.
	"Of course not," came her answer and she again began to rotate her
hips.
	"Shameless."
	"I know, but it's your fault."
	His hips began to hump in counterpoint to her rotating. Slowly they
continued, she astride his hips watching his face, intently. He, too, gazed
into her eyes and observed the shifts that awakening passion brought
them. Both luxuriating in the feelings that were being fired into their
bodies and the sure knowledge that they were causing the same response in
their love-partner. They continued.
	He reached up, cupped her face between his hands and drew her lips
down to his. The shift of her hip angle brought new love-shocks to their
bodies as they spiraled in a deep, searching kiss. Karen broke the kiss,
pulled back a bit, her still-wet hair tented his face as she looked into
his eyes, and then with passion kissed him again--grinding both her mouth
and her hips against him, inflaming both his lips and cock.
	Again, she pulled back to her upright, rotating position, and
breathlessly said, "You make me wild."
	"I make you wild?" came the reply, turning the question on
himself. He reached up and gently cupped her breasts, their nipples between
his thumbs and fore-fingers, gently rolling.
	"No, don't," she breathed, gently pulling his hands away and
placing them on the bed beside her straddling, circling thighs. "I want to
know you. . . every bit of you . . . . I want you to watch and
enjoy. . . ." She leaned over and began to kiss, lick, nibble and suck his
nipples into sensitive erectness. Her tongue's movements sent small seismic
shocks through Bill's system and he began to spiral up, up into the hot
fire of passion. Her light teethings brought moans of pleasure.
	Karen shifted downward, kissing the smooth muscled skin of his
stomach. Opening her mouth, sucking and teething great patches of skin
caused his muscles to jerk involuntarily as his body began to twist this
way and that.
	His low moans became groans, he moved his hands to Karen's
shoulders, but she gently pushed them back to the bed, again. This was her
time. Back up to the super-charged nipples, her tongue flowed--back
arching, muscles twitching, mounting groans from Bill--and then down over
the rib-arch, down the mid-line, over the navel, to the edge of silken cock
hairs. All the time, during her movement downwards, she felt Bill's hot
rigid rod tracing its own pattern. Now it rested in the hollow of her
neck. She reached for its pulsing stiffness and was amazed at the heat it
generated, sat back further and contemplated her prize.
	Kneeling between Bill's hair covered thighs, rod in her hand, she
gazed back up his torso and into his passion glazed eyes. She reveled not
only in the passion that Bill brought her, but in the intimacy, physical
intimacy, the sight, the feel, the workings of his body filled her with
mounting passion. She released his hot tool and rubbed her fingertips over
the two patches of smooth, hairless skin that she had just discovered on
the inside of his thighs. The touch brought a deep groan, Bill's legs
flexed even wider apart and raised his knees, slightly. Her touch's
reaction, visually shifted her view. The cock arched stomach-ward, the
splaying thighs released his ball-sac and it hung over the dark cleft.
	She smiled at the knowledge of his body and Bill relaxed his legs
and brought them back down against Karen's kneeling legs. Again she encased
his throbbing cock in her hand and began to slowly move up and down its
length. Its feel, its sight, the moans of passion that her touch brought,
even the slight musky smell that the shower had not completely erased, drew
her attention, drew her onward.
	She lowered her head and gently kissed its hard, hot, ruddy
tip. Drawing back, she contemplated her action and again lowered her
head. "This is going to be a 'first,'" she thought to herself. She drew the
whole flaring head into her mouth, tasted it and explored its surface with
her tongue. Her lip's touch had drained the breath from Bill. A hiss
sounded as air passed over his teeth in a deep inhalation. Slowly she drew
more and more into her mouth until half of its length disappeared, tongue
darting over the surface. With deliberateness she began to move up and down
this hot, hard throbbing muscle's half-length.
	At first she concentrated all her attention on the throbbing, hot
meat in her mouth. Then her hands, as if on their own, again began to
explore--again, the soft inner thigh, the hairy ball-sac with its wrinkled,
seersucker-like surface, the tightened muscles of the stomach beneath its
smooth skin, the thicker muscles of his hair covered chest, and the erect,
hair-haloed nipples.
	Bill was being forced over the edge. With deliberateness that
broached no denial, he lifted Karen up over his body and kissed her moist,
hot lips, "Oh, God, I love y. . ." he began, and she quickly covered his
mouth with her fingers, stopping the words in mid air.
	"Shhh."
	 Hands still in place under her arms and fueled with passion, he
lifted her further up until she was sitting astride his chest. "Now it's my
turn," he stated, voice hoarse with passion. He slipped his hands between
his side and her spread thighs, grasping her softly muscled buttocks, and
pulled her closer to his mouth. He could smell the primal-perfume; his hot
glance took in the soft, down covered lips with crimson inner edges; his
finger tips felt their heat-charged surface as they parted them; and his
tongue tasted and felt the heat as lip met lip and tongue searched.
	"Oh, yessss, Bill, Yes."
	His moans communicated equally. Gently he lifted her, turned and
laid her flat on the bed, he kneeled between her legs. His passion charged
tongue traced the inner edges of her moist love-lips, circled the erect
clit, gently sucked it into his mouth, and then return to savoring that
warm-- no! hot, moist passion-inducing interior. One time with tongue,
pointed and rigid, he moved over the surface, another time, wide, flat and
soft he lapped and sucked this well of passion.
	Karen began to feel wave upon wave of pleasure engulf her body. The
past minutes had built a warmth in her that was now being refueled by
Bill's tongue and hands, and infused every cell with its own independent
response. Her whole body became erogenous. She was lifted higher and higher
into passion's wave-like bosom. Rocked in the arms of their mutual passion
she spiraled upward. Lifted by crests of ever-increasing ardor-filled waves
she began to float in a rhythm, a pagan rhythm. Her whole body began to
react with ever increasing writhings, slow, velvet-contractions. When his
tongue--that instrument of joy, of mounting sensation--brought her over the
edge of pleasure, she reached down, unable to bear anymore, clutched Bill's
head, pulled it towards her lips and rasped, "Kiss me, kiss me, Bill."
	He slid up to kiss her parching lips, and as he moved up her
body--her love-exposed body, her super-charged body--his cock as if under
its own guided volition, touched and entered her passion-wet pussy. In one
glorious, instant-entry where kiss and groan of both melded into one, he
felt her nuclear-infused passion. Pistoning, slowly, without haste, he
reveled in the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of her moist,
super-heated, muscled center. She was Isis, she was Ishtar, she was
Aphrodite, but most importantly, she was Karen. He assumed into her being.
	Karen's passion again mounted until uncontrolled contractions began
to pulsate up and down her muscled-sheathed love-walls. The mounting
passion that Bill felt was triggered by the inner-muscled pulsations and
rocketed him over the edge of inner space into the void of total sensual
activity. Their orgasm was mutual, strong, inclusive and confirmed their
desires.
	Breathlessly, they rested in each other's arms, lightly touching,
lightly kissing, lightly reaffirming their feelings. The warm after-glow of
love making held them in its velvet arms for a while.
	Then when they had regained earth's footing, he asked, "Why did you
cover my mouth when I said that 'I love you?'"
	"Sometimes, in the heat of passion, men. . . ." she began to
say. This time Bill placed his fingers on her lips.
	"Shhh. That was said in the heat of passion, but, Karen, I think
I'm falling in love with you, too." He kissed her tenderly, and they
snuggled closer in each other's arms. Slowly his flaccid penis withdrew
from its luxurious confines, sending a tinge of what had gone before
through their bodies.
	Some minutes later, quiet love-filled, love-contemplating minutes,
Karen confessed, "Bill, I hate to tell you this, but if I don't send you
home now, we'll never get out of this bed. God knows, I'd love it, but I've
got a lot of studying to do for finals. . . ."
	"I know, me too," he admitted,then, "You're a hard woman," he said
with humor.
	"Me? You're a hard man," was her reply, emphasizing the word 'hard'
and giggling.
	"Shameless wench," came his retort along with a light love-slap on
her ass as he swung off the bed and dressed. She watched him from the nest
of her bed, glorying in him.
	Having finished dressing, and watching her, too, he said simply,
"You're wonderful."
	"Does that mean that you want to see me again?" she asked with a
bemused smile.
	"Just try and stop me." He bent over the bed, planted a loving kiss
on her lips and finished, "I'll let myself out, Call you tonight."
	"Okay."
	He left the bedroom. She could hear the front door
opening. . . then his face appeared around the door frame, smiling warmly
he said, "Look, no passion! And, I can still say that I think I'm falling
in love with you. See you later." He blew her a kiss.
	Laughing at the again disappearing face, she said, "Shameless."
	"Hussy," he called out, then shut the door behind him.

	Some time later, he walked into his dorm room and glanced at Tom
hunched over his desk, open books and notes spread across its surface.
	"Hi."
	Tom looked up, "Where the heck you've been?"
	"Heaven, I think," came the bemused answer.
	"Ah, gettin heavy?"
	"Yeah," was the only reply.
	Tom, smiled knowingly and returned to his studies.