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Norma’s pussy was surmounted by a light-colored tuft of brown hair which
formed a perfect triangle. Yet, all her pubic hair was confined to her mons,
little of it extending to her pussy nor down to her perineum. Her engorged,
pouting outer lips were dark red and slightly opened, while her cleft shone
with moisture. It was the closest I had ever got to receiving a vulval smile.
Out of propriety and self-consciousness, I allowed myself but a brief
moment to visually savor her sex. I laid down between her legs and continued
the ardent kissing which had been temporarily suspended.
As we kissed, her jonquil-like scent became almost inebriating. From whence
did it emanate? I sniffed her hair, a warm amber scent. Her soft, aromatic
breath was merely an amalgam of chocolate-sweetness and tannic-tobacco. Her
hirsute armpits offered more interesting territory. The hair trapped her odor,
both concentrating it and radiating it like some sort of seductive antenna. As
I greedily licked her sweat, both olfactive and gustatory sensations came into
play. What might I compare her perspiration to? Brine-like, sakÐ’-like, ciderlike; her smell mixing with the odor of my saliva.

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Amongst a group, she tended to be rather reticent and introspective,
electing to keep her own counsel. It was only when we were alone, and others
had departed a lunch-table discussion, that she’d whisper an opinion on the
topic(s) of discourse: usually a sotto “My ass!” or drawn-out “Bulllllshiiiit!”
delivered disdainfully from the side of her mouth.
Despite the fact that Norma (or was it just her scent?) was a constant
source of distraction for me, I never made any moves to get intimate with her.
I liked things just as they were; Norma was a friend, a pal. Perhaps
subliminally I was a bit intimidated by Norma. Her inherent assertiveness
frustrated any overtures, sexual or otherwise. She was also five inches taller
than me.
It was just before Christmas vacation that Norma acted out of character. It
was the first time I had ever seen her wear a skirt, a full pleated affair in
some vaguely familiar tartan. At the end of Sociology II, as we stood up,
gathering our books, she quite casually said: “Well, what the hell, have a
happy holiday,” and planted a kiss full on my lips. For the briefest of
microseconds, I felt the tip of her tongue caress my mouth. With perfect
aplomb, she tossed a coat about her shoulders and left the classroom.

That was just over a year go. I saw Sharon the other day – she was
driving the opposite way, and didn’t see me. It prompted me to write
this, and it also reminded me once again that the green glow of the
terminal screen was, and always will be, my best friend.
Well, it’s 3:44 a.m., [...]

Even after I caught my breath, I could still feel myself pumping away
inside her, contracting and shooting the warm liquid brought up by the
fury of our passion. I looked up at Sharon, and she was smiling at me -
a very satisfied, fulfilled, womanly smile. I kissed her.

Back in the car, my mind was going a mile a minute. This weekend, I’d
go check out jewelry stores, and see what diamonds would cost me. A
woman like that deserves the best, and I’d use my whole savings if need
be. I was NOT going to let this one get away! I turned to watch her
beautiful face as she drove. She saw me out of the corner of her
eyes, and smiled, and took my hand…

There was no way I could keep from coming – a million “old tricks”
flashed through my mind, but I was so caught up in the moment, the touch
of her hands moving up and down my back and sides, her warm eager mouth
exploring mine, and oh god, the feeling of her muscles contracting
around me, that I couldn’t have used any of those tricks to save my life.
And then..

Voices! People were walking this way! Sharon and I both heard them
at the same time, and we froze, not even daring to breath. If I hadn’t
been so scared of being discovered, it would have been funny. A guy and
his girlfriend were walking, hand in hand, right towards us! I just knew
they were going to come in and see us. They came within a few yards of
the trees, and then I heard the girl say “that area looks better” – and
they turned and headed off to the left.

Sharon and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. I laughed
until I cried, and then I stopped as Sharon began kissing and licking
the tears away. I was still quite hard inside her, and I started
responding to her kisses by gently moving and rotating my hips. She
gasped and smiled at me, and then kissed me harder. She tried to bring
her knees up along side of me, but her stockings weren’t all the way off
and she couldn’t – in fact, the top of the stockings seemed to
be caught on something. Or rather, *two* somethings…! Now, every time
I started to slide back out, her stockings caught me right up underneath
and kept me from pulling out too far! God, that felt good! We both
realized what was happening, and with a slight sensually nasty smile,
she raised her knees even farther until I could barely move. The
feeling was indescribable. I went crazy on her. No longer supporting
myself, I reached around her with my arms and held her tight. She
dug her fingers into my back and pushed herself up, pressing against
me. That was all I could take, and I exploded inside her for what
seemed life forever.

“Sshhhh, lover….” she whispered as she looked around us to see if
anyone had heard. No one had, and with joint sighs of relief, we
lay there and held each other for a while, me still panting and gasping
for breath. Suddenly, Sharon pushed me off of her, got up, and brushed
herself off. She tugged at the blanket until I rolled off and stood
up (well, I did the best I could, anyway…)

“Come on”, she said, and with the blanket in one hand and my arm in
the other, she led me away to who-knows-where. I was still dazed.
Where were we going? Why had she stopped? Why the hell couldn’t I
walk? She practically dragged me down the side of one of the steeper
hills, and I almost fell. A light wind had sprung up, and it cleared
my head a little. What time was it, anyway? A glance at my watch
showed it had been TWO hours. Uh oh. No big deal for me, really,
I didn’t have anything going on that afternoon at the office. But
Sharon was an hourly employee. What about her boss? Wouldn’t he
wonder where she was? I knew one thing – we weren’t heading back to
the car, that’s for sure!

At the bottom of the hill, a small clump of trees came into view, and
it seemed to me like Sharon was heading for these. Yup. In we went.
In the middle of them all was a small clearing, just about blanket
size. Sharon gave a last look around, spread the blanket on the
ground, and pushed me back down on it. Her face was flushed, her
breathing was heavy – heavier than I would have thought from that
easy hillside descent. I started to ask her about work, but she
cut me off with a passionate kiss – and I forgot, well, I forgot
everything. Soon we were kissing and touching like before, but
this time I had the presence of mind to reciprocate.

I’d found
out early it wasn’t what’s inside that first attracts a woman, it’s
what they think they see on the outside. At least, that’s what I
thought. But now that I was “attractive”, I still wasn’t meeting
anyone. Hmmm…

I always thought I was “husband material” – you know, successful,
intelligent, didn’t drink, smoke, do drugs, and so on – but then again,
not having had the opportunity to be very social, what did I know?

One day, I was attending a company meeting at work, and across the room I locked
eyes with an angel. She was gorgeous! Blonde hair, bluegreen eyes,
and as much as I could see of her figure were all heavenly. I felt like
a lifetime of needs and desires had somehow swirled together and conjured
up this vision of loveliness. I forgot my shyness – I HAD to know who
she was, and get to know her.