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About: "With Stan on his back she moved over him and mounted him cowgirl style."
Title: High School Graduate
Set to graduate from high school in just two weeks, he sat, looking out the window of his third-floor apartment that he shared with his mother. His mind was in a contemplative mood as he stared at the slum that had been constructed some twenty years ago from the old three-story walkups that had been there for close to a hundred years. The red brick 12-story structures had been beautiful at first - before the lack of maintenance and tenant abuse - but now were just another slum with broken windows, graffiti on the walls, the stench of backed up sanitary drains and just plain filth all about.
Stan Dietz sat contemplating the streets below him where it was not yet dark and the drug dealers and prostitutes had come out of the buildings and peddled their wares. Occasionally, a police patrol car passed and in response to some unknown warning system, the vice suddenly disappeared from the streets only to reappear as the patrol car passed. Stan was familiar with the street; he had grown up right there!
Below him, he noted a small crowd of tenants waiting and was sure from, long experience, that the elevators to the upper floors were no functioning again. Being a warm spring evening, the tenants chose to wait for the elevators rather than climb the twelve floors to their apartment. "They may have a long wait," he thought to himself.
As he sat contemplating, Stan began to feel a now familiar feeling in his groin. It wasn't the result of some overt stimulation. His hands were at his sides and there were no desirable women evident; yet, he felt his arousal growing. Then, lacking any more understanding he sat enjoying the feeling.
Stan was the kind of young man that was neither big, nor small, at five feet eleven inches, 170 pounds he was certainly well proportioned. He was neither brilliant or stupid and had maintained a 3.3 grade point average in school where most of the students seemed satisfied with a 2.0. He had gone out to play football and basketball is school but was only mediocre in sports. . . When he lettered in football the coach had awarded the letter for his effort and perfect attendance at practice.
Stan was always well dressed, neat, clean and his personal hygiene was above reproach but his crooked teeth detracted somewhat from his appearance and, had his family been able to afford it, braces would have rendered those teeth straight.
He sat quietly now, contemplating the erotic sensations that emanated from his groin. In a few minutes, he would have to stand and turn on the light and the sensation would leave him but for now it was pleasant.
A minor disturbance below caught his attention and as he sought the cause, he saw three drunken classmates pawing another classmate, Stella Aspig. Stan knew Stella lived up on the twelfth floor and was waiting for the elevator - and that's about all he knew! She was seldom seen on the street and Stan only knew her as a fellow classmate.
As he observed, Stan realized that Stella was unprepared to resist the three maulers and would soon be overwhelmed. He moved to the window and called down, "Stella, Get the heck up here before your dad starts shooting. Be quick about it!" The result was Stella bounding up the stairs and her assaulters disappearing into the crowd.
As Stella reached the third floor, Stan was there to meet her and to offer assistance. He said, "I saw them pawing you and that was the best plan I could come up with. Does your father really have a gun"
She smiled as she reported, "I don't even have a father!" As she spoke, Stan felt the return of that erotic sensation he had felt a few minutes ago and moved to hide the growing bulge in his trousers. He fought the sensation. . .
Then came a discussion of the elevators and Stella was concerned that she would have no time to study her Calculus before the test tomorrow. Stan, knowing her problem, led her to his dining table where the Calculus homework was all laid out.
There at the table, Stan's boner stood proud under his trousers and Stan fought to keep it concealed. "This shouldn't be happening. I hardly know this girl!" he thought and he moved to study her for the first time.
He noted that Stella was a rather tall, lean, girl with brown hair framing a ruddy complection. She was no beauty in the conventional sense but something about her . . .a feeling or sensation perhaps! . . . held his interest.
As she studied, Stan made his dinner as his ardor cooled. It was a late dinner and he was famished as he placed the giant burrito in th microwave; then, realizing that Stella hadn't eaten either got a second burrito and heated it. Later, together, they enjoyed their burritos and milk.
It was nearly 2200 hours when the familiar hum of the elevators sounded and people began to get to their apartment. With only a hurried "Thank You", Stella left him at the first sound of the elevators. It was as she'd departed that Stan felt something like a loss. . .something vague but real and he knew that Stella was the cause.
A little later, in the bathroom, Stan remembered Stella as he relieved his anxieties.
Chapter two - - -
When Stella left Stan's room and boarded an elevator. She felt relief. In a minute she would be home among familiar surroundings and safe. Then, as the elevator deposited her at the twelfth floor she rushed to her apartment door and hurried inside where she turned, bolted the door and felt a rush of relief from the tensions of the night. She went directly to her bedroom and began to prepare for the night.
As she removed clothing, she deposited each article on a hanger and placed it in her closet. Then, after donning a dressing gown went to the bathroom where she fought the other tenants in the building for luke warm water to clean herself. It was a familiar routine. . .one she was comfortable with.
It was as she showered that she thought of the events of the evening - of the three attackers and of her fear ; then, her response to Stan's threat. It had been a masterpiece of fabrication and it had saved her from three guys who were intent on doing her harm.
As she dried herself and primped she thought of Stan for the first time. She'd know Stan for several years but they had been distant acquaintances, having spoken to each other once or twice at most. Then, tonight he had saved her. "Why had he saved her when people right on the spot showed no interest" They obviously meant nothing to each other.
It was as she climbed into bed that she recalled seeing the bulge in Stan's groin and his obvious attempts to hide it. She felt a sense of pleasure as she recalled that she was probably the cause of his arousal.
Still, Stan had made no move on her. He had been a perfect gentleman during her visit and this was not what she might have expected. There were very few Gentlemen in her community. Then, as she recalled the events of the evening, she felt her own labia moisten and her nipples grow sensitive. . .
Stella had been comfortable with Stan. She had sensed that he could be trusted even as her more overt actions moved to protect her from danger. Now, here in her bed, she could allow her thoughts and emotions the freedom she desired.
So it was as she drifted off to sleep.
Her sleep was peaceful and sound.
Monday morning was just another day as Stan and Stella met in the hallway at school and passed without speaking. It was the same familiar pattern but each felt a sense of loss as the parted. Their meeting of the previous evening had left them bonded in a way that they could not conceive; yet, drawn together by an invisible bond that occasioned their feeling of loss as they passed.
Then, at home in their respective apartments, they studied and prepared their dinner as usual. . .or was it! Stan thought of the girl up on the twelfth floor and missed her closeness of the previous evening. Stella thought of the guy on the third floor that she had enjoyed the previous night.
As Stella thought of Stan, she recalled his arousal and his obvious attempts to hide it that previous evening and felt pride in knowing she had the power to cause it. These were new thoughts to her - powerful thoughts that she enjoyed!
It was on impulse that she picked up the telephone and dialed 8307. When Stan answered, she spoke swiftly,"Stan, you made dinner for me last night so I owe you a dinner. Come up to my place and have dinner tonight." It was an offer he couldn't resist. "Say seven thirty or so," she said having glanced at the clock.
The dinner was simple - a deli bisque that need only be heated served with toast. Stella had allowed herself two hours to shower and prepare. As she rushed through her ablutions, she wondered to herself, "Why am I going to such lengths Why am I so excited" It was as she bushed her hair to sparkling, shining perfection before placing it up in an attractive pony tail that she burst out laughing. . .here she was getting all excited about a guy who wouldn't even speak to her as they passed in a hallway.
Promptly at seven thirty, Stan arrived with two ice cream cups to add to the meal and they sat down to eat. At first, they ate in silence; then, in a new sensation of mutual trust the dam broke and their innermost thoughts began to spew out.
Stan found himself talking about things he'd never muttered out loud before. . .his innermost thoughts! He talked about girls and about his interest an his social inabilities. He talked about his future after graduation.
Stella was equally communicative and found herself referring to herself as probably the last remaining virgin in their senior class. She'd just never found anyone that she'd wanted to do it with yet. She wanted to go to the university and get an education that would be her pass out of the slums.
It was after eleven when Stan went back to his apartment. There he quickly undressed, did his evening ablutions and went to bed but even as he did so several things weighed heavily on his mind. Stella had obviously prepared herself for his visit in so many seemingly covert ways and it was obvious she was interested in him. His pride in knowing she was trying to impress brought him pleasure. For the first time, he thought of Stella consciously as a sex object. . .a woman to be wooed and won!
"Of course," he mused, "she was simply unattainable." She would remain a pleasant sex object in his dreams.
Meanwhile, up on the twelfth floor, Stella was deep in her own thoughts as she tried to sort out her various thoughts, emotions, feelings, etc. She had indeed toyed with Stan and found her power to control and direct him was intense. Several times during the course of the evening she had suggested that he do something and he's moved immediately to please her. Several times, she'd caught sight of his adoring glances which were obviously meant to be covert but altogether obvious.
Still, she reasoned, Stan was a nice guy and she'd never do anything to hurt him. He was probably the nicest person she'd ever known.
Suddenly a thought popped into her mind. What would he be in bed With the thought a tremor of lust swept over her. Could he take her virginity and make her a woman like the lover she'd always dreamed about Confused, she hurried to erase these thoughts from her mind. She was, after all, a proper girl and proper girls didn't have such thoughts. . .
Later, in bed, Stella again thought of Stan as a lover and there in the safety of her bed, she entertained the thought. She had no desire to remain a virgin and had often pondered giving herself to a man but always before the man had been without shape or form. Now, there was Stan.
It was on that note that she slept soundly.
Chapter three - - -
It was the afternoon after the evening when Stella had her thoughts when she stood by Stan's locker at the close of the school day, waiting! When Stan appeared in the hall, approaching his locker, Stella arranged an accidental meeting and with the meeting a conversation. As they talked, Stan retrieved his homework from his locker and they walked towards home together.
As they walked Stan was aware of Stella's nervous manner and soon noted that she had something on her mind. Somehow, she had become his friend, his only friend, and he wanted to help. Much as Stan tried to redirect their conversation, Stella would discuss only superficial matters and that cause of her nervous condition lay deep in her mind.
Then, once at their building, they found the elevators to be down for servicing and Stan welcomed the opportunity to ask Stella to join him in his apartment where they could study until the elevator was back in service. Stella accepted the offer with more exuberance than Stan had expected and he determined to be the good host.
With their homework laid out on the dining table, Stan arose to make hot chocolate for his guest and himself. As he moved he was also keenly observing his guest and was now pretty sure that she was holding something within herself that he hadn't seen before. . .something of which Stan had no inkling. What ever her thoughts were it troubled Stan to see his friend stressed with concern. Then, as he served the coffee, he said, "I've noted that something's troubling you. Can I help"
With the words, Stan noted Stella's near panic as she prepared a response. The reaction was quite unexpected and Stan regretted momentarily that he'd brought up the subject. Stella delayed her answer as she collected her thoughts; then, responded.
"Are you a virgin" she asked.
Now it was Stan's turn to respond to the surprise. "Yes. I guess I am."
"Do you ever think about doing it" she asked.
"Yeh, sometimes," came the reply.
"Me too," Stella replied, "We're probably the last two virgins in our high school class."
Stan was slow to respond, "Yeh! I'd guess you're right."
"Do you ever think of doing it with me, she asked, "I sometimes think of you when I'm alone at night."
Stan was slow to respond as he agreed that he thought of her often when he masturbated.
After the admissions, both Stan and Stella grew silent and concentrated on their homework. Neither could accompish much as their thoughts were on the conversation.
Stan looked up from his work intending to ask Stella where they would go from there when he saw her staring at him. "We could celebrate our graduation with a present to each other . . .one that we'd always remember. . .it needn't be a real love affair . . . only a one night stand!"
As Stella continued to babble now, Stan moved towards her and kissed her on the lips. It was an awkward kiss, but it's insinuations were locked in it. Of course, being the first kiss for both of them it lacked passion.
Stella stood and turned to face Stan as she spoke, "Perhaps we should practice some fundamentals first. There's got to be more to a kiss than that." With this realization their faces met again in a kiss and this time they experimented until they found the key to passion.
Then, as they petted and got familiar as boy and girl friend, they made plans. Graduation night both their mothers would be home and they would be denied privacy but the next night, Stella's mother would be on her regular jaunt to Nevada where she worked ten days at the oldest profession before returning home. Stan's mother would be partying on this Friday night and she never returned home until late on the weekend.
After reiterating their desire to go the deed together they began to plan. A few kisses her and a deep soul kiss there; then some discussion. It wasn't particularly efficient but it was fun.
After some discussion, it was agreed that Stan would pick Stella up on Friday morning and they'd spend the day together getting to know each other better. Then, in the late afternoon, they'd return to Stella's apartment and make dinner together before their party.
Then, with less than a week to prepare, the couple parted and Stella found the elevator repaired, waiting to take her to the twelfth floor. It was a week filled with graduation, yearbook signings, and plans. . . Stella held little interest in graduation, even as she was valedictorian and had a prominent place in the ceremony.
She was about to become a woman in the finest sense of the word and she wanted it to be right. She, the unknowing, faced the unknown! Could she please her lover or would she forever be a 'cold fish" Could Stan hold up his end and please her She must prepare . . .
With just enough money in the family operating budget to support her, she searched diligently in the discount stores for the proper lingerie. She bought candles and, in case Stan forgot, she purchased a 4-pack of condoms.
It was as she stood before the condom display that a number of thoughts came to mind. Should she buy the cheaper latex type or the more expensive lamb skin Should she buy an individual or a four-pack There was so much she didn't know. . .
Stan too, prepared. He had gone to the condom display with similar questions and finally decided that price was probably the best indication and on the possibility that Stella might allow him a second event, he purchased the lubricated, lambskin four-pack. He shined his shoes. . .shoes he'd worn only a half-dozen times!
Graduation ceremonies came and went. Stella gave her speech and stood to receive her several scholarship awards as Stan sat in the class area and felt pride in her accomplishments. After the ceremonies, there was a time as doting mothers came to congratulate their graduates. Stella's mother showed about as much love as an aging prostitute could give to her daughter and they were happy. Stan's mother, on the other hand, had to work and could not attend the ceremonies.
Later, Stan joined Stella and her mother for a late dinner at a local Chinese place where Stella's mother met Stan for the first time. It was a rather cold, formal meeting and Stan wondered if she sensed what he and her daughter were about to do. Perhaps this was the reason he had the impression that she didn't approve of him. Then, again, it could have been something else. . .
On their return home, Stella parted with Stan on the elevator with a simple "goodnight" as her mother stood watching.
As Stan entered his apartment he felt a surge of wild excitement. Tomorrow was the big day. He set out his newly shined shoes and wardrobe for the morning and went to ed in a state of euphoria. He slept little as he anticipated the coming day. . .
Chapter four - - - -
At seven o'clock in the morning Stella was awake and preparing for the day. She had slept little as her mind was filled with thoughts of her coming tryst. She showered and primped and brushed her hair to a high state of luster. Then, after much preparation she slowly dressed for the day. A glance in the mirror told her she was hot!
After a light breakfast, Stella sat waiting and her old concerns began to surface. Could she please Stan Could Stan make a proper woman of her in a manner that she had dreamed about What if they. . . .
Her thoughts were interrupted by Stan's knock on the door.
The two would be lovers left the apartment building and walked the two blocks to public transportation and as they walked, Stan noticed the men eyeing his lady as they passed. He was proud. Then, he took a good look at Stella for the first time that morning and the sight brought a rush of lust to his senses. To Stan, she had never been more beautiful even as she radiated something that attracted Stan to her like a magnet. He found himself filled with anticipation.
Stella was well aware of the men who gawked as they passed and of Stan's adoring looks. Realizing the power she, as a woman, possessed, she was pleased. . .
The day went well as Stan and Stella found themselves frequently touching and adoring each other. Several stolen kisses in private corners of the art museum seemed to offer so much more.
What had started out to be a simple physical act had developed into something of a wild love affair and, whether they knew it or not, they had developed the necessary emotional attachment that could make their planned tryst all that they hoped.
It was shortly after four in the afternoon when Stan and Stella returned to her apartment, both fatigued from their days activities. They sat next to each other on the debris covered sofa and their eyes met as they had so often that day. They moved together and kissed. . .a deep, long, satisfying soul kiss and their very best to date.
Then, as they parted, Stella asked is Stan was hungry and he replied, "Only for you," and proceeded to kiss her again. As she returned the kiss with all her energy, she wondered what might happen next. Dinner was supposed to come next but it was becoming obvious that Stan was eager to bed her.
Having arrived at the obvious conclusion, she returned Stans overtures with all the passion she could muster. Soon, her passions matched Stan's and their hands began to rove freely over each others clothing and bare flesh. Stan kissed her behind the ear and a tremor of lust passed over her.
When Stan began to unbutton her blouse, Stella drew back to permit him freedom to accomplish his task and as the blouse fell free, she deftly unclasped her bra and it fell to the floor. With her breasts bared, Stan's hands immediately found her sensitive nipples and he began to experiment and familiarize himself with her body.
For Stella things were not going according to plan. She should be in her bedroom with candles lit and the bed covers turned back as she retired to the bathroom to shower and freshen herself before donning her shear, pink negligee with matching bra and panties. She moved back from Stan. . .
Then, as she took Stan's hand and rew him to her bedroom, he began to see what she had in mind. There, she suggested he might like to use the bathroom and that there were clean towels on the hanger. Stan quickly understood the implications and moved to b ath and clean himself. Meanwhile, Stella turned up the thermostat to raise the temperature in the room and proceeded to light the dozen. Or so, candles that would provide the light and warmth of their act. Then, she carefully arranged the condoms and KY jelly on the night stand.
When Stan returned from his bath, Stella was waiting by the bed and together they turned down the covers together to expose the fresh sheets and the towel that had been placed in a location to catch any body fluids that might escape them during their act.
With a quick look at Stan that sent shivers of lust through her she said, "Perhaps you'd be more comfortable under the sheet," and retired to the bathroom to prepare. As Stella entered the bathroom, Stan quickly discarded his clothing and moved under the sheet. There he began to feel real concerns. What if he couldn't perform to Stella's expectations What if he found that he was inadequate to the task This was suddenly the big event in his life. . . nothing before really mattered. Tonight he would become a man!
Stan waited. . .and waited until he grew impatient. Then, he waited some more! Hius arousal had faded from it once had been as he moved under the covers. He waited some more!
Then, suddenly the bathroom door opened and Stella stood in her shear, pink negligee with the matchng bra and panties, he body outlined by the backlight of the bathroom and clearly visible through the shear fabric. She wore a look of concern as she wondered what Stan might think.
She needn't have worried as Stan was suddenly fully aroused and his eyes were glued to the beautiful vision before him. He motioned her to step forward and pose for him; then, to turn left and right as Stan's senses slipped into overdrive. He'd seen this scene in the porno movies before but this was for real. Stella was real.
As she entered he room, Stella had been unsure what Stan's reaction would be; then, a single look into his adoring eyes told her she was a success. He liked what he saw, in fact, he seemed to be overjoyed with what he saw. When Stella struck the poses for him she felt the power. . .
After a time of adoration, Stella turned off the bathroom light and left the bedroom subject only to the warmth and light of the candles. She moved to the bed; dropped her negligee to the floor and slipped under the covers. All was going as planned now.
Then, suddenly, she felt Stan's naked body next to hers and it was only the confidence and power that she'd gotten when she'd posed for him moments before that kept he there.
When Stan moved part way over her to kiss her, she did not object even as their bared bodies were pressed against each other though she remained extremely tense. Soon her tension was somewhat alleviated as they kissed in the old familiar pattern and toyed with their tongues. Then, when his hands moved to her breasts and began to toy with her nipples as he had before, she found her tension gone and relaxed.
After a time, Stan's lips replaced his fingers on one breast as his hand manipulated the other. For the first time, Stan moved slowly massaging and suckling her nipples as he waited for some response from his lover. Soon he had a good idea of what brought her the most pleasure. His concerns with not being able to please her faded as he heard her contented mewling while he ministered to her breasts. Stan moved carefully, first to one breast; then, the other, applying what he had learned from his previous experience. Then, his hands began to move south with feather-light caresses and sensuous touches. As his hands led the way, his lips followed after and he was soon planting wet, sloppy kisses to her belly button.
Stella lay enjoying the ministrations she was receiving and rewarding his efforts with little encouragements. She had anticipated his attention to her breasts and lay totally relaxed but as his mouth moved south, she began to wonder what he was doing.
Suddenly it dawned on her. . . She had heard of being eaten out but hadn't anticipated it happening this time. She waited as Stans lips moved down her thighs to her feet and bach up her thighs to the soft flesh near the top of her legs. There, he seemed to hesitate and Stella felt a growing concern. . .something was wrong!
Actually, nothing was wrong and Stan had only hesitated long enough to develop his plan. Then, having developed a clear course of action, he moved upwards so that his lips were poised only inches from her labia. With his thumbs he parted those outer lips and kissed the soft inner folds of her vestibule. It was immediately clear that he had made a hit.
Again, he moved slowly, using his lips and tongue to stimulate her. With each new move he sought a reaction and in minutes he was skilled in the practice of cunnilingus. He was also becoming addicted to it and to the power it gave him over the woman he was servicing.
Above him, Stella lay writhing in the passions that emanated from her groin. She gave Stan all the encouragements he'd needed to develop his expertise and he had repaid her a hundred fold. She could not help herself as she grabbed Stan's head and pressed his face into her. "Do me now! Please . . ." she cried out.
Stan, however, had other ideas. He wondered if he could bring her to an orgasm with his mouth alone and determined to try.
Their love making continued for several more minutes as Stan attempted to bring Stella to her peak. It was when he'd decided it was beyond his ability and slowed in preparation for actually screwing her. Suddenly she tensed and grabbed Stan's head which she pushed against her flowing cunt. "Oh yes!. . .Oh yes!. . .Oh yeh! Do it. . ." she cried out and the convulsions of her orgasm passed over her.
As her body slowly returned to normal, Stan drew away from her and moved over her to insert his cock into her waiting cunt. Stella lay inert beneath him.
It was apparent to both by now that their concerns had been dispelled. Stan, now eager to get on with the deflowering, moved into position only to feel resistance from Stella. "Please, can we rest a minute," she said and it was at that precise moment that she felt the stiff hard gristle of Stans cock slide into her waiting passage. As the cock slide to it's fullest extension, their eyes met and Stan said simply, "too late." They rested and as they rested, they talked.
"Is it what you expected" Stella asked.
"Much better. I had no idea the extent of the pleasure." How about you"
"I guess it's not what I expected but it's so much better!"
"Are you glad we're together"
"More than I can ever tell you."
"Wanta' play some more"
"Do me good. Let's do it!" Stella replied.
With that, Stan partially withdrew his cock from her and slowly drove it back into her belly in a reciprocating motion as Stella raised her butt off the bed to meet him. It was the primordial rhythm of good sex. They moved together, experimenting to find ways of extracting maximum pleasure.
"Like that" Stan asked.
"Oh yes! Just like that." Stella replied.
Then, as the action grew more violent, the conversation ceased and the only sounds were the animal sounds of, "Oh yes!. . .Unng! . . .do iiiitttt! . . . ." gave any guidance and direction.
Suddenly, Stan felt it! Felt it rising up into his balls! He could not hold back! "I'm gonna' come," he said and unleashed a fury of semen into her belly.
Beneath him, Stella was deliriously happy as she felt the twitching sensations in her belly. She was a woman! She had pleased her man! She had passed the test!
Moments later, as Stella spied the unopened pack of condoms on the night stand she turned to Stan and asked, "Did we forget anything" Then Stan seeing her viewing the unopened package became acutely embarrassed. He wanted to be responsible! He wanted to take full responsibility.
when Stella reminded him that she still had plan B pills which were 98% effective, Stan was not relieved. He had failed to be responsible!
As they prepared dinner with Stella in her negligee and Stan in his boxer shorts their mood became lighter again. They ate their fill of Stella's special dinner as they continued to adore each other.
Chapter Six - - -
It was during dinner that Stella explained the reason for no hymen. Her abusive father had taken it with his thumb when she was four years old and it was the reason her mother had thrown him out.
Then they talked about her mother. Stella harbored no illusions as she explained that her mother was a whore and her trips to Las Vegas were for the purpose of working in a Nevada whore house. Over the years, Stella had simply observed and formed her opinion but she'd never confronted her mother, preferring to simply refer to the trips as business trips. She reported that her mother was a woman in physical attributes only, incapable of real love and tormented by her life.
Then, Stan talked about his mother and how she sought low-life male companions to fill her life on weekends. She provided Stan with the necessities to sustain life!
As they talked, it became increasingly obvious that Stan and Stella were going to do the deed again. Their eyes, their touches, their words! When Stan stood and drew her to him, Stella let her negligee drop open and their bared bodies met.
"Can you get it up again" She asked
"Ready any time," came Stan's reply.
Twenty minutes later, Stella enjoyed her first orgasm on the stiff grisly and a prick, this time sheathed in a condom. It was the best ever. . .
It was mid-morning, Saturday morning when Stan awoke to the smell of ham and eggs cooking and Stella in her pink negligee busy making breakfast. He went directly to her and kissed her.
Stella turned to shut off the burners on the stove as they returned to the bedroom for another tryst. This time it was shear joy as they came together and they enjoyed each other to the fullest. Stella forgot how many peaks she had attained as she went from one orgasm to another. Stan moved to provide her with the extremes of pleasure and the fucking went on for several minutes. . .longer than ever before.
When Stan finally felt his discharge approaching, he pressed himself into her and Stella feeling his approaching peak allowed herself to peak with him. . .
By Saturday morning it as obvious that this event was no one nite stand as Stella had predicted. No one who has enjoyed such beautiful sex as they had could walk away. They became a couple. . .
Then, Stan went away to the navy and Stella to a distant university and they were no longer a couple; rather a pleasant memory.
Six years passed and Stan left the navy with a profession in a field that was much in demand in civilian life. He could chose his place of employment and expect a six figure income to start. They had not been a hard six years as Stan had seen a large portion of the world and known several women in brief encounters. He was a happy man.
On his return to his old home city, he took up residence in an up-scale studio apartment far from the slum and commenced his new job. He soon found friends in the neighborhood and had a full life.
A full life, that is, until he happened to shopping for groceries when he saw her. Stella stood not five feet from him and they greeted.
Stella had seen him first and sought to avoid the man from her past and a part of the slum. Even as she felt a slight rush of lust as she remembered the past, she determined that part of her life was over. As she turned at the end of the aisle she found herself facing Stan.
They greeted as Stella remained cold towards him, exchanged pleasantries and soon parted as Stan wondered what had happened. . . It had not been the cordial greeting of old friends.
Of course, Stella was ancient history so the event passed quickly from his mind without so much as a vivid dream or a recalling of old memories. Besides, Stan was busy with his work which was both exciting and demanding. His monthly pay checks were now exceeding $10,000 per month and he was worth every cent they paid him.
Scarcely a week later, Stella saw Stan again; this time driving his new Mercedes convertible, and wondered. . .the only ones in the slum that drove expensive cars were the pimps and drug dealers. She found it hard to believe he was either.
Then, as Stella was having lunch with a girl friend she was listening to her friend tell her about this guy that worked in her office. . . Stella found little of interest in the conversation until she heard the name, Stan Dietz. Stan was the Tech Rep in her office and he was single and, according to the payroll records which she'd gotten a peek at, his salary was over $125,000 per year and he drove a nice red convertible.
Stella was impressed, not because his salary was considerably greater than hers, but because Stan had left the slum. She remembered their times together and it was there things that filled her mind as she tried to work that afternoon. Her trip home was filled with recriminations as she recalled her cold treatment of Stan the last time they'd met.
As she approached her apartment, she saw the red convertible parked at the curb and felt the surge of exhilaration as she realized that she was given a second chance. . . a second chance to reignite the passions that they had once shared.
As she exited her car an started for her front door, Stan stood baring her way. He had a serious no nonsense look in his eyes that brought a fear to her as he spoke, "Why the hell did you give me the brush off the other day We were once good together."
As their eyes remained fixed on each other, Stella saw Stans attitude begin to relax. She knew that she had to explain and was totally unprepared as she spilled her whole story about severing connections with the ghetto and about how she had mistakenly assumed he was still a part of that life.
As their eyes remained fixed on each other, Stan saw Stella's grow damp and a tear form as she talked. He took her arm and directed her towards her front door. "Give me your key!" he said, "Your neighbors'll get the wrong idea."
Once inside her apartment, Stan seemed unsure of himself and Stella seemed concerned as they tried to go back seven years in time and re-establish the old bond. They talked small talk as Stella made coffee.
As they moved about the small apartment they touched frequently and caressed on occasion. Stan wondered if he should try to kiss her. . . After a time, Stan suggested they go out for dinner and Stella agreed.
Dinner, that night, might have been rather formal save for a dance band that seemed to know what Stella and Stan enjoyed and as the couple danced together, the old intimacy slowly returned. At one point as their bodies came together in the dance Stella felt Stan's erection under his trousers. She reveled in knowing that she had caused it.
The food was a fiasco; the fish was old and poorly prepared! As the couple sat facing each other they seemed not to notice and mid-way through their meal Stan suggested they go back to her apartment. Earlier, on the dance floor. He had developed an erection and it wouldn't go away.
As they drove back Stella asked, "Stan, you ever think about me these past years"
Stan replied, "Yeh! At first a lot; then, other important matter seemed to take those thoughts place and you became a memory."
"Were we good together. . .you know, first time and all."
"We were the best!"
"Do you suppose if we did it again it would be as good as before"
"I was hoping we might try tonight!"
"Your place or mine"
Five minutes later the red convertible was parked and Stella and Stan were inside his town house where they faced each other as indecision seemed to emanate from their eyes. "Like a little brandy to take the edge off" Stan asked.
Then, Stella found herself making a strange request. . .strange for her anyway. . . "Would you eat me the way you used to" and Stan, happy to have a plan moved to pick her up and deliver her to the big king sized bed in his master bedroom where they both commenced disrobing as quickly as possible. Seconds later, Stan's lips were on Stella's labia.
Somehow it all seemed rather like a laboratory experiment as he silently labored over her cold, quiet pussy. This was not the way it should be and he was about to quit when he felt it. . . a twitch, nothing more!
He renewed his efforts with vigor and soon he heard Stella crying out, "OH YES!. . .OH Yes!. . .oh yess! . . .ohhh yesssss!" His tongue was finally working it's magic. With he rising passions, Stan began to feel more familiar with his ministrations. He began to feel his own pleasure rising.
It may have been minutes or it may have been hours as time had no relevance as Stan took his pleasure administering cunnilingus to his lover. His only measure was the measure of pleasure that he was able to develop. Then, it happened! Stella rose up off the bed and drove her vestibule on to Stan's mouth as she cried out, "I'M GONNA' Cum'! Give it tooo mmmmeeeee. . ."
So it was that he pleased his lady but the event was far from over. As Stella relaxed on to her back, she attempted to pull Stan over her to commence the coitus but to her amazement she found his tool soft and flaccid. She moved quickly and seconds later she had the un-aroused cock in her mouth. She sucked and slobbered and jacked him as she felt the member quickly come to full arousal. [It had been a first as she'd never had a man's cock in her mouth before.]
Then, with Stan on his back she moved over him and mounted him cowgirl style. With only a minute or two of her furious riding, Stan felt the inevitable as the semen swelled into his balls. He made no warming as he fired his load of semen into her belly and Stella, feeling the discharge into her, cried out, "HERE I Goooo..." and peaked as well.
Graduation, The Final Act by BobJJ123
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