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No- name story
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From alt.sex Mon Apr 6 14:00:50 1992
Subject: STORY, but I was too lame to give it a title
Lines: 298
Well, I've been reading this group for a while, not really contributing
much, but I decided to try writing something, so here's the result. Too bad
I couldn't think of a title. Feel free to copy or save it, so long as it's
not used for commercial purposes, and you don't change it.
The world had narrowed until all he could see was the readout of the rowing
machine, the world around him slowly fading out as all of his will was
focused on maintaining proper form as the end of his workout approached.
Finally, the numbers on the display stopped moving as the timer reached
zero, and he relaxed, reflecting on how much he enjoyed being able to lose
himself in the workout, letting everything else go to push himself beyond
his limits. As he slowly returned to reality, he noticed that the machine
next to him was also in use. That, in itself, wasn't unusual. What was
unusual was that the person using it seemed to know what they were doing --
the machine was making the building-and-fading whirring noise that came
from proper technique, not the constant rumble of a novice user.
After a few minutes, and several passes over his face to keep sweat from
running into his eyes, he looked over to see who the occupant of the other
machine was. Pleased with what he saw, his quick glance turned into a stare
that lingered far longer than he had intended. Long, muscular legs
supported a torso which nicely balanced strength with feminine curves,
while shoulder-length blonde hair topped a face that looked like it would
light up the room around her when she smiled. Shaking his head, he got off
the machine and proceeded to the weight circuit, trying to avoid being
conspicuous as he glanced back at the young woman from time to time.
"Four...Five...Six....Oh Shit" He knew he shouldn't have been using the
bench press without a partner, but his regular partner had canceled, and he
hadn't wanted to skip the workout because of that. "ah...help!!!, " he
managed to squeak out as the weight descended towards his chest.
Fortunately, someone heard him, and a pair of hands grabbed the weight and
helped him ease it back onto the stand. "Thanks," he mumbled as he got up
from the machine, "it was stupid to try that without a spotter, but my
regular partner punted today, and I didn't think I'd have this much trouble
with it." "Yeah, I've done that myself a few times," a surprisingly
high-pitched voice replied. "Huh?," he thought, quickly turning around to
find that his rescuer was the woman from the rowing machine, a slight blush
coming to his cheeks as he wondered if she'd noticed the attention he'd
been paying to her earlier.
"Hmm. My friend Terry, who I usually work out with, is cramming for a test,
so I wasn't planning on doing any weights, but we could team up, if you'd
like." "Sure," he replied, grateful for both the chance to get a full
workout in, and for the opportunity to talk to her without having to find
an excuse to start a conversation. "I'm Brian, by the way." "My name's
Cathy"
They began talking as they walked from weight station to weight station,
discovering that they had both rowed competitively in the past, although
neither was on a team at the moment. The conversation revolved around their
respective athletic endeavors for the rest of the workout, the common
interest that they had in rowing providing more than sufficient topics for
conversation. As they completed their last exercise, Brian realized that it
would be a shame if he never saw her again. "Thanks for working out with
me, " he began, "umm ... do you have any plans for this evening? I'm kinda
hungry; would you like to grab some food somewhere?"
"Sure, that sounds good. Why don't you give me time to go home and shower
first, though?" After a brief discussion, they decided to meet at the
student center in an hour, and went their separate ways.
After showering and getting dressed, Brian proceeded to the student center,
where he waited for Cathy to show up, looking at his watch every few
seconds. He wondered how he could be so nervous about the upcoming dinner;
Cathy was certainly attractive, but he couldn't understand how this dinner
had become so important to him in the short time since he'd met her.
Precisely on time, she walked through the front door, although it took
Brian a few seconds to realize that the woman who'd just stepped in was the
same woman he'd met in the gym. She'd changed out of the shorts and t-shirt
she'd worn to work out, and put on a black cotton dress which, while
casual, emphasized the firmness and curves of her body. After some quick
discussion, they walked to a local Italian restaurant for dinner.
Later, Brian could never remember just what they'd talked about that night,
just the feeling of comfort and warmth that he got talking to her, and the
way Cathy laughed when he described his embarrassment as he realized that
he wasn't going to be able to press the weight he'd selected. His first
impression had been right -- the room really did light up when she smiled.
Dinner ended all too quickly, and Brian suggested a walk around campus as a
way of continuing the evening. To his surprise, Cathy declined. "I'm tired
from working out -- I hadn't planned to do so much today. Why don't we go
back to my room and talk?"
Surprisingly enough, Cathy had a single room, having gotten the lucky high
pick in the room lottery the last year. They sat awkwardly on the bed
talking, as Brian tried do decide what to do next, his attraction towards
her competing against his fear and desire not to spoil what looked like it
had the potential to become a strong relationship by moving too quickly.
Fortunately, Cathy gave him an opening. Stretching, she winced, and
commented, "I should have stretched out more today, my shoulder's sore."
Not one to ignore a chance when it fell in his lap, Brian moved closer to
her and began to rub her shoulder, moving down her back in response to her
mumbles of enjoyment. "If you want to lie down, I'll give you a backrub"
Cathy smiled at him and lay down, sliding a pillow under her head. Brian
began to massage her back, starting with small rubbing strokes, and
proceeding to longer, gliding strokes that started at her neck and ran down
the length of her back and sides, stopping just above her waist. During
this process, he noted with amazement how firm her body felt under his
hands; strong, yet more resilient than his own, the muscles well defined
but less obvious.
Finishing with Cathy's back, Brian moved on to her arms and hands,
combining deep, kneading motions on specific muscles with feather-light
strokes over her skin. As he moved up to massage her scalp and neck, Brian
noted the relaxed but pleased expression on Cathy's face. Once he was done
with that, Brian ran his fingers lightly down her back and legs, down to
her feet, which he began to rub, being careful to use a firm touch to avoid
tickling her. Cathy's sigh of pleasure as he stroked her instep prompted
Brian to spend a long time on her feet, stretching and compressing her
toes, rubbing her heels, and kneading the balls of her feet. Finally, he
began to move up her legs, kneading and stroking the firm muscles of her
calves. As he reached the hemline of her dress, he hesitated, not knowing
how far to proceed. As he pondered what to do next, Cathy rolled over and
sat up. Smiling, she put her arms around him and tilted her head, inviting
him to kiss her.
Their first kiss was hesitant, neither knowing what the other wanted, but
quickly deepened as they relaxed and became more comfortable kissing each
other. Cathy's hands were active on his body, sliding up and down his back
and kneading his muscles, while her mouth opened and her tongue flicked out
to invite Brian to open his mouth and caress her tongue with his. When
their kiss finally broke, Brian looked into her eyes and smiled, "That was
nice." An impish look spread across Cathy's face, as she lowered her mouth
to kiss along Brian's shoulder and neck, starting with quick pecks along
his collarbone, which became stronger, becoming light bites as she reached
the line of muscle joining his neck and shoulder.
Cathy stopped what she was doing and looked Brian in the eye. "I hope you
don't think I'm being too forward. I like you a lot, and I don't see any
reason to play hard-to-get when I'm this attracted to someone"
"No, it doesn't bother me. I've been wondering what you wanted to happen
tonight; I just don't want to ruin my chances of seeing you again by
pushing for more than you want to give."
Cathy nodded, and began running her hands across Brian's chest. "Thanks.
I've had dates that really turned me off by assuming I'd sleep with them.
Don't worry, I'll tell you if you go too far." With that, she slid her
hands under Brian's sweater, and slowly eased it over his head. "Nice," she
commented, running her hands over the tight muscles and flat stomach that
were Brian's reward for his time in the gym.
Emboldened by this, Brian slid his hands down her neck, across the front of
her shoulders, and down onto her breasts, cupping them in his hands.
"Ummm...that feels good" Cathy arched her back and placed her hands on top
of his, enjoying the way the fabric of her dress slid across her breasts as
his hands rubbed them, glad she'd been the one to respond to Brian's call
for help. Her thoughts vanished, however, as Brian's hands pulled back
slightly, placing the first two fingers of each hands on her nipples and
rubbing lightly with small circular motions, causing her to gasp in
surprise and pleasure.
Brian's hands moved off of her breasts, sliding down the sides of her body,
down across her hips, until they reached the bottom of her dress. Looking
into her eyes to make sure it was alright with her, Brian grabbed the hem
and slowly slid her dress up her body and over her head. His eyes widened
as he saw her body for the first time. Exercise and genetics had given her
firm, high breasts, and a taut stomach with just the right touch of
roundness. The muscles of her thighs were easily visible, and the purple
satin bra and panties that she wore complemented her body perfectly. "I
wasn't sure what was going to happen tonight ... but I've always been an
optimist." Cathy said as the dress cleared her head.
"This bra looks really nice, and the satin feels great on me, but it's not
the most comfortable thing in the world." "Well, I know a cure for that
..." Brian unclasped her bra, cupping her breasts in his hands and
caressing them as the fabric slid away from her body. He noticed that her
nipples had begun to harden, although they were still somewhat relaxed.
Bending down, Brian ran his tongue across one nipple, starting with light
flicks across it, and then opening his mouth to suck lightly on it while
continuing to run his tongue back and forth across the tip. After several
seconds of this, Brian pulled back slightly, noting with satisfaction that
both of her nipples were extremely hard, and ran his hands across Cathy's
shoulders, sliding them inwards to massage the back of her neck. Cathy
tipped her head back, displaying her breasts nicely, and slid one of her
hands up Brian's leg to cup his crotch. "Feels like somebody's a little
excited by all of this"
Cathy opened her mouth to say something else, but her words became a quiet
sigh of pleasure as Brian's hands slid between her legs to stroke the
satin, tracing the lips of her cunt through the fabric. A small sound of
disappointment passed her lips as Brian moved his hand away from her
crotch, but only for a second, as she saw Brian's mouth descend to grab the
waistband of her panties and slowly pull them off of her. Brian then began
licking her left foot and ankle, slowly working his way up the inside of
her leg, enjoying the soft moans she made as he found particularly
sensitive portions of her anatomy. By the time he reached her upper thigh,
her legs had spread wide, inviting him to proceed upward to taste her.
Lightly, his tongue flicked across her outer lips, returning more
assertively to trace their outer edges, and finally to probe between them.
Cathy moaned as he explored her, guiding his head to lick at her clitoris,
moaning slightly in disappointment as he repeatedly approached it, and then
backed off to lick or nibble at the sensitive areas where her legs joined
her pelvis. Once he reached her clit, his ministrations became more direct
and focused. He ran his tongue back and forth across the nub, stopping
occasionally to suck or thrust his tongue inside her. As Cathy's pelvis
began to jerk uncontrollably, he slid two fingers inside of her, curving
them to press upward on the sensitive area just beyond her pubic bone.
That additional stimulation pushed Cathy over the edge, and Brian felt her
pulse with the contractions that came in time with her cries of pleasure.
As they subsided, Cathy pulled him up to lay beside her, and kissed him
tenderly. "Now, it's your turn," she smirked, as her hands descended to
unsnap and remove Brian's jeans. "Good choice of underwear -- most men
don't wear anything but white." Fortunately, Brian had chosen to bring a
skimpy pair of blue briefs to change into after working out. Cathy's hands
traced the outline of his cock, and then ducked under the waistband to
slide his briefs off. Smiling, she stroked his length, then brought her
head down to lick the tip of his cock. She mirrored his attentions,
starting at Brian's foot and slowly licking up the inside of his leg until
she reached the area below his scrotum.
Brian gasped as she slid her mouth around his cock, sliding her mouth up
and down the length of his shaft while rubbing her tongue along the
underside of the shaft. Slowly sliding him out of her mouth, she moved
lower to lick his scrotum and then take his testicles in her mouth and suck
gently. She ran her tongue around his cock in spirals, starting at the head
and sliding around and down until she reached the base. As this continued,
Brian found it harder and harder to remain inert; the sensations from what
she was doing were incredible, but his cock ached for more overall
stimulation to bring him to the point of orgasm. "Please, suck me"
With an evil grin, Cathy slid her mouth around Brian's cock, tightening her
lips around the shaft to apply firm pressure, and using her tongue to tease
the head. Starting slowly, but then increasing her speed, she slid up and
down his cock, rubbing the base with one hand, and running the other across
the muscles of his chest, while Brian used his hands to knead and stroke
her back and scalp. As Brian's gasps grew more insistent and closer
together, Cathy stopped what she was doing and looked up at Brian's face.
"Should I continue this, or would you rather be inside me?"
"Uh ... do you have any condoms?" Brian replied. Cathy stepped over to her
dresser and removed a small box, pulled a condom from it, and unwrapped it.
"I'm on the pill, so I don't use the kind with spermicide, which should
make this much more pleasant," Cathy said, unwrapping the condom and
placing it in her mouth. As a puzzled expression spread across Brian's
face, Cathy took his cock in her mouth again, stroking it a few times with
her lips. When she removed her mouth, the condom was stretched around
Brian's cock. After checking to make sure that the condom was on properly,
Cathy stretched out on the bed, spread her legs invitingly and reached out
to Brian. Brian moved to kneel between her legs, and Cathy took his cock in
her hands and slowly guided it into herself. Both of them gasped slightly
at the first sensations as Brian slowly slid all of the way inside Cathy,
and came to rest for a second. "I've never seen anyone do that with a
condom before" "Well, I heard that some people use it as a way to get one
on someone who doesn't want to wear one, so that he doesn't notice he's got
one on until too late, and it sounded interesting. I've never tried it
before, though."
Slowly, Brian slid out of her, and then back inside, repeating the motions
with more confidence as they grew used to the way their bodies fit
together. Wrapping her legs tightly around him, Cathy rolled on top of him,
keeping him inside her. She began to grind her hips back and forth, rubbing
her vulva and clitoris on Brian's pubic bone, and enjoying the feel of
Brian deep inside her. At first, Brian lay back, enjoying the view of her
body above him, but then he began to stroke her face, moving his hands down
across her neck and shoulders to cup her breasts and run his fingers across
her breasts. Cathy threw her head back and began to gasp as she approached
orgasm. As she moaned louder, a flush spread across her breasts and Brian
felt her cunt begin to pulse. Smiling, Cathy collapsed across Brian's
chest, and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"That was very nice, but now let's see about doing the same for you. Do you
have a favorite position?" "I'd like to be on top again, if it's ok with
you." "I like that a lot, but I really felt like riding you." Carefully,
they rolled back over, Brian frowning slightly as their efforts to keep him
inside of her failed and he slid out, but his expression brightening as he
slid back inside of Cathy, and felt the warm pressure of her body envelop
him.
Starting with rhythmic strokes, and then varying the rhythm to keep Cathy
from coming again too quickly, Brian moved in and out of her. Snarling with
frustration, Cathy pleaded, "Please, I want to feel you come inside me"
Brian's thrusts became more rhythmic as he listened intently to Cathy's
soft moans in an attempt to cum at the same time as her. Finally, he could
resist no more, and Cathy's cries told him he had no need to. Finishing
with a few strong strokes, he felt the pleasure build within him and then
fade to the lesser pleasure of semen jetting out of him, feeling Cathy's
arms tighten around him as she reached her own orgasm.
Carefully, Brian withdrew from her and disposed of the condom, then
returned to the bed and took Cathy in his arms. Brian's last thought as
they dropped off to sleep was amazement at how well she fit against his
body, and hope that this wasn't the last time they'd fit together this way.
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