Obsession (Story--long)
 
The hint of vanilla tickled my nostrils as a burst of pheremones set
my glands heating.
 
"Are you wearing Obsession?" I asked her.
 
"What?" was her reply, surprised. "Ummmm, Cathy?" she turned her head
quickly, the pewter chains dangling from her ear waving in the wind.
 
"Yo, Cath! What was that perfume you told me to put on?" Again,
turning rapidly, she quietly told me, "I never wear perfume, usually."
 
"Obsession," came the curt reply from Cathy, otherwise engaged in
attempting to fit as much of the white powder into her nose as she
could manage.
 
Blinking, she looked at me again. "Pretty good," she quipped, "D'you
make a habit out of this--it's a marvelous opening line..."
 
"No, its just that certain smells set me off sexually."
 
"Brimming over with tact, too. My name is Lillian."
 
"You're kidding."
 
"No, really. No, I know. Sounds like a silent movie star. So, look,
you really don't look like you'd be all that interested in being 'set
off' by a woman. *Love* the torquoise bracelet, though."
 
"Were we discussin tact earlier? Don't judge a book by its cover,
sweetheart. My name is Matthew."
 
"After the one in the Bible?"
 
"No, after the actor. We were in the same maternity ward. Our mothers
were in the same urban guerilla outfit. We were destined to look
androgynous...certainly after the one in the Bible."
 
"And you're usually such a bitch, I assume. Well, I guess it was a
dumb question."
 
"Yes, it was, and yes, I am. Can I get you some wine?"
 
"Yeah, the white zin, the red's too heavy for me."
 
"Me too. I like my wine with just the right balance of tang. Like
other things."
 
"Be careful. Being blatant may get you somewhere."
 
"Blatant? *I?* I said, in my best self-mocking tone of innocence.
 
The driving and familiar rhythm and shrill falsetto of "I Feel Love"
began pouring out of the speaker setup in the living room as I
descended from the rooftop to get wine. I called up to her.
 
"Lillian, come and dance!"
"Coming!"
"So's Brad..."
"What?!"
"Never mind."
 
We walked down the narrow staircase. Another man, wearing an outfit
almost identical to mine (Horrors!) walked by me.
 
"Matthew! You got your hair cut. I really like it."
 
A little caught off guard, I managed a timid, "Thanks."
 
Lillian and I went to dance. I began to feel a little tribal.
 
"Dancing is such the mating ritual, don't you think?" I said,
seriously.
 
"I've never like rituals," she replied, even more seriously, "They
often betray the actual sacrament."
 
"Wahoh! *Sacrament?* Isn't that a little heavy?"
 
"Well, *you* were talking about ritual. *I'd* just rather skip the
liturgy and get to the magic."
 
<ahem> (I cleared my throat...) "Then, lets."
 
"Thought you'd never ask."
 
We went to the table and refilled our goblets with wine. "C'm'on," I
whispered, "Andy's room was free when I passed it a while ago." "Which
one's Andy," she asked.
 
And then Andy walked by--the man with my outfit--and said: "You look
much better in early grad student poverty genre than I do."
 
"That was Andy."
 
"Oh. Him. If he lays one more compliment on you I'm gonna wretch."
 
We went down another floor to Andy's room. It was clean for a change,
and he had made his bed, with a down comforter on top.
 
"Well, look at this, " I hissed in my best Bette Davis venom-laced
intonation, "Its clean. How novel."
 
"Been in here often, I see," she shot back, matching me hiss for hiss.
 
"I wish!! I'd give my right *arm*! But..........we were talking about
magic and sacraments..."
 
With a wry smile she held up her goblet in front of my nose, "Take and
drink ye all of this...," and touched the cup to her pursing lips,
drinking down the cool wine.
 
I reached and took the glass from her hands, and set mine side by side
with hers on the night table.
 
"Obsession," I mumbled, and leaned toward her, touching my lips to
hers. Her lips parted, my tongue tickled them. Our mouths joined. I
held her as our mouths, lips, tongues seemed to be joined in a vacuum.
 
She bit lightly onto my lower lip, and I shivered.
 
I broke the kiss, and looked into her eyes. Emerald. She closed them.
I breathed onto her eyelids and kissed her forehead, her ear, her
neck. I nibbled on her earlobe, the chains dangling around my tongue.
I began to lick in small circles down her neck.
 
The scent of the perfume was driving me into a frenzy.
 
Her shirt, a wrap-around of sorts, had fallen open. One round, rose
tipped breast had emerged, the nipple swollen. At once, my mouth was
on it. Breathing, suckling, licking, nipping, swirling.
 
She sighed. And in a movement--one lithe sweep--she had pushed me to
the bed and lifted my sweatshirt. Her warm mouth was on my chest,
kissing and sucking.
 
Her tongue labored, and found my budding nipple. It swirled around and
flicked until I was engorged. I writhed. I moaned. And her tongue kept
darting over and over. The confines of my pants were becomming an
agony.
 
And then she bit.
 
Her teeth clenched onto my aching nipple. I thought I'd explode. I was
ready to spill every last seed. But she stopped suddenly. I gasped.
 
Our lips met again. This time, tongues sucked on tongues. Passion
mounted. Busily, my hands untied her skirt. No underwear. Only a soft,
moist, hot  ---actually hot---  mouth of another kind.
 
My lips were on her naval. My tongue moved to her thighs. I tickled, I
teethed, I licked.
 
She squirmed............and giggled.
 
The heady odor wafting from her womb mingled with the Obsession to
form a fragrance more sensuous than either alone could hope to be.
At last, I could stay away from the piece de resistance no longer.
 
I ran my tongue over the length of her vulval lips.
 
Just the right balance of tang.
 
I took each lip between mine and mothed, sucked. I moved my lips back
and forth. I plunged my tongue into her--a little at first, then
deeper, deeper.
 
She let out small cries of pleasure. Her hands writhed in my hair.
 
It seemed like a never-ending feast. Her cries were growing louder.
Her clitoris has swelled and was standing stiffly erect. I folded my
tongue to make a sort of oral glove and slipped it over the tiny
shaft. Back and forth, back and forth I slid it until she began to
moan deep in her throat. I flattened my tongue and started a steady
rhythm on the small bud as I inserted finger after finger into her
now-dripping tunnel.
 
With my free hand, I slid a finger slowly into her ass.
 
With a loud scream, she began bucking her hips, and frantically pushed
her delectible offering into my face, while holding my head firmly in
her hands. At length, the tenseness subsided, she sighed. The moans
were softer. I nibbled, still. Then ,all at once again, she cried out.
 
After a heavy breath, she went limp. I moved my wet face away, and
took a sip of my wine.
 
We kissed.
 
A loud bang on the door startled us.
 
"Lill?! Lillian?! You in there? Come on, chick, we have to drive back
to The City tonight."
 
"Cathy is as subtle as a dull axe," Lillian said as she began to
dress. "This is about the best time I've ever had at a Santa Cruz
party........and I've been to several."
 
"Hmm. Magic, y'know," I replied, a little dazed.
 
"Be right there, Cath," Lillian called as she kissed me on the cheek,
then turned: "Get a patent on that tongue."
 
In a few seconds, she was out the door.
 
My face and hair were a mess, and I still had a raging hard-on. Oh,
well, I guessed, cold shower time.
 
Andy had his own bathroom. The party was still roaring upstairs. I
could hear music blasting and feet stomping--
 
        Well you got me goin like I knew you would
        And the music's in me and I feel real hot
        Then you kiss me there and it feels real good
        'Cause I know you'll love me like you should
 
        Oh, you make me feel mighty real!
        You make me feel mighty real
        Makes me feel mighty real
 
--I decided no one would miss me if I took a shower, and, since Andy
had many of the same makeup accoutrements as I (the right eyeliner is
truly essential), fixing my face would be no problem.
 
I turned on the shower, and decided I didn't want to face ice cold
water. I turned it to steamy hot. I left my clothes in a heap on the
bed and stepped into the streaming spray. I was still completely
aroused.
 
I tried to think about dancing, about Solemn Mass, about my
"relationship." None of it worked. I still had a hard-on.
 
I was still rinsing the conditioner from my hair when I heard Andy's
voice.
 
"Matthew?"
"Andy..."
"Yes..."
"I'm sorry about this. Ummm, I...um. I used your room, and I
sorta...needed to shower...and I figured nobody would..."
"Its okay, but now you won't smell like polo."
"No, no trademark for the rest of the party. Can I use some of your
eye makeup?"
"Lets find you a towel."
"Thanks."
 
I turned off the water and skimmed the excess drops off my skin. I
stopped for a second to congratulate myself on my full-body tan, one
of the pleasures I loved about living in Santa Cruz. But I still had a
semi-erection.
 
I opened the door to the shower. Andy was standing there holding a
huge red velvet bath towell.
 
If only he wasn't a hetero, I thought to myself. I don't usually even
give the time of day to straight men as far as sexuality goes, but,
god, how I want this one!
 
He moved toward me quickly and wrapped me in the towel. His arms were
around me. He was so warm. I was thinking, I wish he wouldn't let go.
 
"I'd rather not let go," he said, in a low voice.
 
My semi-erection was no longer semi-, but now straining.
 
In a state nearing wonderment, I said, "Then, by all means, don't."
 
He patted me dry, and reached up a bit of the towel and riffled my
hair. A moment of silence.
 
Pensively, he kissed me.
 
Smacking his lips, he said sheepishly, "I know what you've been
doing."
 
"Well, I..."
 
His lips pressed against mine. The towel fell to the floor. His hand,
warm, grasped a rear cheek. His tongue touched mine. Electricity.
Fire. "I want you," he said.
 
"I want you, too."
 
"Take me," he said, leading me to his bed. This time, the comforter
was drawn down. I crawled between the sheets.
 
In a flash, off came his jacket, his sweatshirt, his bandana,
earrings, bracelets, suede boots, jeans. He was statuesque.
 
His cock was beautiful. Not huge. Circumcized. Delicate. An artistic
sculpture. White and blue and creamy, standing at attention, swathed
in a groomed wrap of cocoa-brown fur.
 
He climbed into bed with me. "Stay here tonight," he half asked, half
commanded.
 
"Your wish........."
 
"Don't get yourself in trouble."
 
"I *love* to be in trouble."
 
"I know. Kiss me..."
 
And I did. A deep, passionate kiss. He sought out my tongue. I nibbled
his lips. We teased each other's mouths. His tongue traced lines on my
face; it tickled my earlobe; it plunged into my ear. His mouth left a
trail of kisses down my neck. I began to moan.
 
His arms lifted mine above my head. His face was buried in the pit of
my arm. Sucking, chewing, licking. I was in ecstasy.
 
Long licks went across my chest and swirled down into my naval. Teeth
brushed my close cropped pubic hair.
 
Leechlike, his moth attached to that space where thigh meets pelvis. I
was being consumed. His fingers were everywhere. Mine were in his
hair. Cupping my hairless balls in his hand, he suddenly took them
both into the heat of his mouth. OH! God! More!
 
In a moment, he engulfed my cock. He swallowed and his throat muscles
ticled my dickhead. First there was hardly and suction, just warm
wetness, in and out. Then, gradually, he sucked harder, harder.
 
"Stop!!" I cried. "Stop...unnnhhh, please, not yet..."
 
He stopped, brushed my lips lightly with his, and hoisted my legs into
the air. His mouth came down squarely on the petals of my budding
hole, throbbing at him from the smooth crevice. He began to eat
ravenously--just where I wanted to invite him in. His tongue began to
thrust into me. I wanted it to be his cock.
 
I flipped slightly, and swallowed his stiff dick. I nipped. I made a
low humming vibration. I massaged his swelling scrotum. He rested his
hands on my head.
 
"Deeper."
 
I took it to the hilt. Back up again. Back to the hilt.
 
"Baby, that's incredible..."
 
Back through my tonsils.
 
"Use your teeth."
 
I drew my teeth lightly up and down. He moaned softly.
 
"I want to fuck you.
I want to really fuck you."
 
I looked up at him, and held his cock as I lifted my mouth. "Stop
reading my mind," I said, smiling.
 
He reached to his desk and opened a small cabinet in it.
 
"These come from Japan. The're in preppie pink or green."
 
I opened the small packet, and fluttered some air into the reservoir
tip. Then i placed the tip between my tongue and the roof of my mouth,
and with my lips unrolled it down the length of his shaft.
 
"Wow."
 
He had reached further into the small cabinet and grabeed a bottle
of astroglide.
 
It warmed on his fingers, and then, one at a time, they were inside
me, massaging.
 
"I want you in me. Now."
 
I spead the glide up and down the sheathed sword. He growled.
 
He lifted my legs over his shoulders and entered me. Just the head of
his penis.
 
"All of it."
 
I grasped his ass and pulled him deeply inside me.
 
He kissed me lightly, just in the tips of the lips. Then on the nose.
Then on the eyelids. Then he kissed me deeply.
 
His movements began in a slow and even keel.
 
I held him. I clutched him. I met his thrusts with my own. Faster.
Harder. Slow. Smooth. Faster. Slower. Slower. Slower. Harder. Smooth.
Hard. Hard! Hard!! Hard!!! Hard!!!! Faster!
 
He let out a cry of release and buried himself in me until his balls
slapped against me. My come splashed onto his chest, some up on his
chin.
 
He clutched me to him.
 
We lay together, panting. He kissed me lightly. We rested.
 
After several minutes, we parted. I got the damp towel and wiped the
come from both of us. We held each other and drifted off to sleep.
 
Morning brought a good dose of Santa Cruz Coffee Roasting Company
Steve's Smooth French Roast Coffee, and Wheatberry English muffins,
and a giggle or two from the housemates.
 
"See you at the South Africa teach-in. " "See you in class." "See you
at the next party." "See you at work."
 
I love Santa Cruz.

