Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2000 05:32:02 EST
From: AnGeLTaLoN@aol.com
Subject: My Enchantress

I walked into the party expecting nothing out of the ordinary to happen.
Nothing ever really does, everything is always so redundant. So I walked
about and drank as usual. I watched the people I had known for years. Damn
small towns.
	Everyone danced and drank and it seemed like everyone but me had
someone else. A second half. But here I was, as usual, without.
Frustrated, I started into the den to watch some television. Passing
through the kitchen, there was a group of random girls from school sharing
a joint, Which frustrated me more. They looked so god damn happy.
	I flopped down onto the couch and turned on the TV. Great. No
cable. What next? I settled on some cheesy latenight talk show, And tried
to make myself interested. It seemed like hours passed and no one even
noticed that I had withdrawn myself from the group. Bored with TV, I got up
and went into the kitchen. The smoke, and girls, had cleared so I rifled
through the refrigerator for another beer. Success. At least something was
going right.
	As I closed the door I heard a chair fall behind me, making me jump
and drop my beer. I whirled around and saw a girl I had never seen before
picking it up, endlessly apologizing and explaining that nothing has been
going right and that she has been having a terrible night. I didn't know
this girl. She didn't even look familiar to me. I told her to calm down and
not worry about it. I assured her she wasn't the only one having a bad
night.
	She stood the chair up and sat down in it. That was the first real
look I got at her. She was a tall girl, couldn't have been more than
18. Long hair, red, slender and nice looking. I grabbed 2 more beers and
sat next to her, curious about this "new girl." We talked for a while. The
more she talked the more attracted to her I became. Her bust was
impressive. Larger than mine, and I always thought that I had been well
endowed. She wore a sheer clingy polyester tee over a tight nylon tank top
that accented her cleavage very well. I couldn't help but stare. Her
movements, her way of speaking, Nearly everything about her was
enchanting. Yes, that's what she was, enchanting.
	At some point, the pot heads had found their way back into the
kitchen to light up another round. We took that as our cue to go elsewhere.
By that time we had both downed a few beers, and I was buzzing happily; I
think she was, too. We both agreed that TV sounded good, and headed to the
den.  I turned on the television. More cheesy talk shows. She told me there
was cable upstairs, She had been up there earlier. So she lead and I
followed. We ended up in the upstairs rec. room, there was a big screen,
pool tables, etc.
	I clicked on the TV and began flipping through the channels
assuming that she had sat down next to me. After a few minutes I noticed an
odd silence. I looked around, and she was sitting on one of the pool tables
watching me. As I stood up, she motioned me toward her. She did know what I
was thinking, I had a feeling she had known all along. She knew that I
wanted her. That I wanted her soft breasts in my hands, and her hands in
me. She was so enchanting, she made me wet, but I tried to hide it. But she
saw it. She knew.
	I walked to her, sitting there, looking like a goddess. Her long
smooth legs bracing her tight, lovely body against the table. I tried to
kiss her and she held me away. Confused, I stepped back. She pulled her
long hair back and tied it with a band, then took off her overshirt leaving
only the revealing tank top. I wanted her more now than I had earlier. I
needed to touch her breasts. My sex seemed to churn with my desire for this
enchantress. I almost moaned out of sheer anticipation.
	Again, she motioned me toward her, then told me to stop. I stood
inches before her. She reached out and unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my
favorite black lace bra. I needed to touch her, but she wouldn't let me,
not till she was done. She stood, let her skirt fall to her feet, then
kicked it away. All I could do was stare. She was perfect. Everything about
her. Her legs were flawless, long, and smooth. When she removed the tank
top, Her stomach was tight and very lean. Her breasts seemed to spill out
of her bra, and still, I longed to touch them. She let her panties fall the
same way her skirt did, then sat back on the pool table. Again, she
motioned me toward her.
	She unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall. She did the same with
my bra and panties. I was almost breathless with my desire to touch her
now. The anticipation was killing me. Finally she pulled me toward her
naked body. I must have seemed very eager because I dove right in.  I
focused first on her lovely breasts, they seemed to be churning just as I
was. I ran my tongue all over them, stopping at the nipples, then moving
on. I rubbed and ran my hands all over them. Just the feel of them made me
so wet it almost hurt. I sucked her nipples and as I did, let my hands run
the length of her body. Up her back, back down, between her thighs. The
heat was intense. Finally, and reluctantly, I lead myself away from her
nipples and down her stomach. She lay down and spread her legs wide. She
knew what she wanted, and so did I. I plunged my fingers deep inside her
opening and moved them rapidly. She squirmed on the table, moaning with
every movement I made. I wanted to taste her.
	I got on my knees and let myself fall into her. The taste of her
nearly made me come. I writhed my tongue over and over her throbbing
clit. She jerked and nearly screamed. She rubbed my hair gently, and let me
know she was coming. She sat up on the table and let out a series of
gasps. Her hands clamped tighter on my hair, then she moaned loudly. That
moan made me tingle. It was more feeling than I had ever gotten from any
guy.
	She pulled me up onto the table and laid me down. She told me to
close my eyes. I had never done this before. I had imagined it and longed
for it many times, but had never had the guts to experience it before.  I
felt her spread my legs, then I felt her fingers inside of me. In and out.
Steady. She kissed up and down my stomach, fingers still ingressing. She
licked my nipples and I gasped. With that, the rhythm of her fingers became
faster and more penetrating. I pushed myself onto her fingers and moaned.
Then she fell into me as I had done to her. Her tongue moved fast and made
me shiver. I felt orgasm coming on strong. I gripped the sides of the table
as it came. Her fingers were still inside me and insistent, and her tongue
still flicking back and forth through my wetness. I came. I came long and
intense. it made me scream. It seemed to last a lifetime with her inside
me, her touching me.
	Then, as fast as it had begun, it was over. My time with this
goddess, this enchantress, was over. We both left the party, Both went back
to normal. I did anyway. I still think about her. How she bewitched me,
like a Siren. My Enchantress.