{Pendragon} new "Locksmiths 1" ( MF mf 1st )[1/2]
Uther Pendragon
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resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
This is a few days late, but happy St. Valentine's Day to all of you,
anyway.
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LOCKSMITHS
by Uther Pendragon
"Mother," Cheryl said. "Absolutely nobody in my class has to be home at
eleven o'clock. Nobody!"
"That's not true, sweetheart," Lori said. "Cheryl has to be home at
eleven."
"We could make it ten," Dan said. "That would make your statement
true."
"DadDEEE!" Cheryl screeched.
"I'll tell you what," Lori said. "For every minute that you get home
before eleven, Mark can stay here a minute later. We'll be in the
bedroom."
"It's the Valentine's dance, it celebrates love and romance, and you
want to count minutes."
Later, Dan explained the rules to Mark, who tried to sound
responsible. Dan wasn't convinced, but--at least--Mark didn't screech at
him.
"I don't know, Dan," Lori said. "Is even your own living room a safe
place to allow your daughter and a boy to be alone together at night?"
"Night?" Dan thought. His first time, with Karen, had been in an open
field on a summer morning. He could remember it as if it were yesterday.
They spread out the blanket he had got out of the trunk of the car
and lay together. First, they kissed while his hands roamed all
over her clothed body; soon, though, he removed her shirt and bra.
"Her Breast," he quoted, "(a place for beauty's throne most fit)
Bears up two globes where love and pleasure sit,
Which beaded with two rich round rubies show
Like wanton rose buds growing out of snow."
He kissed each of Karen's "rose buds," to give her a clue.
"You didn't write that," she said.
"Not by some centuries. But I thought of you when I read it."
She tugged at his shirt, "It isn't fair. You're all dressed." Off
came his t-shirt, and they rolled over with him on the bottom. They
hugged Like that for a minute, then she moved upward so he could kiss
her breasts again. Her hand stole back to press against his swollen
cock.
"And you talk about unfair," he said, although the touch had
thrilled him. He reached down to caress her mound. "This is still
unfair. You're all inside, and I stick out."
Her face got that enigmatic look that always would exemplify
"woman" to him.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she said. She rolled
off.
He started towards her to do the unbuttoning. She was there
before him, so he undid his own jeans instead. When he had pulled
those over his tennis shoes, she was stark naked beside him.
"Tennies too," she said.
The thought struck him then that they might actually be going to do
it.
But first she examined his cock without touching it. He couldn't
resist touching her, however. And, after all, hers was all inside.
Not quite all, of course. The first thing he noticed was her
mound and all the fine hair around it. Not until he would see Lori
trim hers would he suspect that Karen's might have been trimmed.
The hair led down between her legs, which Karen let him spread for
a better view. Then the fat lips, with their own neat sprinkling
of hair, opened enough to show the tiny, glistening red lips
inside. They looked both delicate and angry to him then, an
impossible combination. There was some sort of swelling at the
top, which he didn't notice much.
When he spread the inner lips, however, they revealed a
complexity at their juncture. The folds surrounded a central bud.
His reading, although not nearly as much as kids got today, was
enough to tell him that this was the mystical clitoris. The groove
beneath it was moist and colored with subtle shades of pink and red.
Karen's entryway was evident, and evidently too small to take him.
He kissed her mound. As he did so, he received his first full
inhalation of a woman's scent of arousal, overlain with something
floral.
"You can kiss lower," Karen said. He tried, but he took the word
"kiss" too literally. After a minute, he kissed a path up her
tummy back to her breasts. He kept his hand where it belonged,
though. Once she pushed his finger off her clitoris and deeper
into her groove. He took the hint and slowly swept his fingers up
and down while her breath got shorter.
"Don't you want to do it for real?" he asked.
"It isn't safe."
"I have protection."
"You do?" she asked. That's when he truly believed that they would
do it, and he would become a man. He had to stop everything he had
been doing to pull the wallet out of his jeans, the packet out of the
wallet, and then the rubber out of the foil. He rolled toward her,
but she had other ideas. "Lie back," she said.
When he had, she straddled him. She took his rubber-covered cock
in one hand and herself in the other. Then she fit them together
and eased down over him and around him.
At some point he had realized that this was not *her* first time,
but she was still marvelously tight around him. She pulled his
hands back to her breasts before starting a luscious back-and-forth
rocking over the place where they were joined.
He felt every motion of her body on his sensitive cock while he
played with her lush breasts and hard nipples. She reached down
between her legs while she was still moving, but she stopped still
just when he was about to come. He pushed up with his hips to
little avail.
Then she gasped. Her cunt clasped around his cock several times,
drawing an intense, gushing, orgasm out of it. She fell on his
chest, losing him in the process, and panted in his arms.
"I love you, Karen," he had said, not yet knowing what the word
meant.
Dan took many risks with Karen after that, but they were never
found out.
"No place is safe, nor any time," he said. "Do you remember your
first time with Gary? Would your parents have suspected it?"
Actually, Lori always thought that her mother had a pretty good idea
about her first time *with Gary*. Her father hadn't, because he would have
done something heavy-handed about it, because he hadn't been home that
night, and because he didn't notice much. But she'd been two hours late,
after all.
Gary had been able to steal the keys to his family's summer
cabin. It was nearly an hour's drive away, and they had ditched
the entire dance to get time. The previous week, Gary had moved
the other two kerosene heaters from his room and his sisters' room
into his parents' room and made the double bed with newly-purchased
sheets.
They stood kissing for the longest time before the chill room had
warmed enough for them to undress. Then Gary had taken time to
kiss her skin as he removed each article of clothing. Even then,
the sheets had been icy. With three heaters blazing away, however,
the two of them had soon generated enough heat under the down
comforter.
Gary's hands were everywhere. He duplicated all of the steps of
their previous petting. He brought her to panting eagerness before
rolling the Trojan on, and then repeated the most intimate caresses
while kneeling between her legs. Poised at the entrance, he kissed
each of her breasts in turn before thrusting smoothly home.
Lori hadn't known that it could be like that. Gary kept most of
his weight on his elbows, which were positioned so that his hands
could reach her breasts.
He held those and caressed them while filling her completely.
He tickled her nipples while stirring her with sideways motions
of his hips. He finally turned them partly to their sides while
his hand clasped her thigh with one finger reaching to just brush
her clitoris.
Positioned like that, he tickled her while driving in and out.
His finger, his cock, his evident ardor spiraled her to new
heights of tension and desire. Then she had soared away into bliss.
She returned to feel the last throbs within which told her that he
had reached his own culmination before hers was finished.
Experiencing such care, such ecstasy, such mutuality, she was an
instant convert to a life of sex, to sex with Gary, to a life with
Gary. She only wanted to lie silently remembering that bliss and
loving the man who had made it possible.
Then Gary said, "It wasn't your first time, was it?" It had been
her first time like that, and she tried to say so.
Instead, it turned into a night of recrimination. It hadn't been
his first time, either. She had known that all along and had been
grateful for his experienced care for her. But he didn't think
that his past was relevant.
"Promise me one thing," Gary said as they drove home hours late.
"Never tell me who it was. I would have to kill him." Her mother
kept her from dating Gary for a month, they broke up a month after
their next date. They came back together, and she swore to be
faithful to him.
"All we can do is to take reasonable precautions," Lori said. "And
pray. Don't you think that getting her to spend the time in her own house
will give us a better chance?"
"I suppose," Dan said. "After all, we can't really keep her from
doing what she wants. At least, with us just down the hall, this Mark kid
won't be able to force her... I hope."
"I hope so too. I figure that it's better than a parked car
somewhere.
"Anyway," she continued, "it's Valentine's Day. We can be parents
tomorrow. You dish out the dessert while I change out of this girdle."
They always dressed fairly formally when a date picked up their daughter.
That didn't make Cheryl like the idea that the boy had to come in, but it
did obviate some of her arguments. Anyway, the idea of a kid forcing
Cheryl stirred dark memories and darker images. She wanted a few minutes
alone to exorcise them.
She'd always followed Gary's rule, even with Dan. She'd never
mentioned Ted to another living soul. That was one reason that she had
never followed Dan into Catholicism, although Cheryl had been raised in the
church. She didn't want to go to confession. She felt sometimes that she
should tell Cheryl, warn Cheryl; but she never had. Her mother had warned
her, and it hadn't taken.
Ted's parents had gone away for a weekend, and Lori had faked a
babysitting job. Ted stirred her blood as no other boy in the
school ever had. Her mother had taken an unreasonable dislike to
him. "You went to the last dance with Ted," she'd said. "Find
another boy for this dance."
"Mother, it doesn't work like that."
"So stay home." She had; Ted hadn't; a couple broke up at the
dance, over Ted's dancing too often with the girl according to some
stories. Anyway, it had ended with Ted and Cindy as a couple.
Lori had been out in the cold. "So find another boy," her mother
had said. She did, but that Dave didn't kiss like Ted.
So, now, she started off on her "baby-sitting" assignment, but
the house she went to was Ted's. Barefoot, he led her down to the
rec room.
Ted still kissed with heavenly skill. He still lit fires in her
that no-one else could. He still stroked her breasts as if they
were precious fabric. He still tried to go too far.
"Stop it! I'm not that kind of girl," she said.
"What kind of girl are you? I'm still taking Cindy to the next
dance, I'm still not your official boyfriend. If I took you down
for a malt, there would be talk that neither of us would want."
"I know all that. I don't want to go out with you, especially
tonight. My mother thinks that I'm babysitting. I just want you
to hold me and kiss me."
"And a little more."
"Yes. A little more, I love how I feel when you pet me."
"Well," said Ted, "you'll love how you feel when I pet you right.
If you don't, I'll stop."
"You can stop right here."
"Fine. I'm stopping. Can you find your own way out?"
"Ted!"
"You visited my house for a petting date," he said. "You don't
like the way I pet. That's fine; you can end the date here.
Look, you've enjoyed everything I've done so far. All I'm asking
is that you try it out."
That was a little off the point. She'd never thought that she
wouldn't *enjoy* it. She'd just thought that she shouldn't do it.
Caught between the choice of going home to explain everything and
trying things that she really did think she would enjoy, she
allowed him to remove her slacks and panties.
"Oh, Lori," he said, "you're beautiful." He kissed her then,
before moving her back to the couch. He kissed her mouth and
gently smoothed over her breasts. He teased her breasts with lips
and tongue before ever touching her mound.
She did enjoy what his hands could do between her legs, enjoyed
it until she soared away from him and flew into a brief bliss. He
kissed her deeply as she returned, kissed her until she shoved him
away so she could breathe.
"Okay," he said to that, "I'll be back in a minute." True to his
word, he reappeared with two cans of soda in his hands. "Are you
thirsty? I have ginger ale and root beer."
"Root beer, please," she said. He opened her can and handed it
to her.
"Chilly?" She wasn't really, but she was feeling awfully naked.
When she nodded, he removed his shirt and draped it over her. She
had actually wanted *her* shirt, but she was covered. Ted was a
lot bigger than she was, and his shirt covered a lot more of her
thighs. He opened his can and sat to her right, with his arm
draped over her.
"You know," he said, "I was serious. Everybody knows that you
are a cute-looking girl. But you are absolutely gorgeous without
your clothes."
He sat like that while she finished her drink. Once in a while
he would say something else about her beauty, how her breasts were
firm and her nipples enticing, for instance.
When she was finished with her can, he took it from her and set
both of their cans down on an end table. "But what is most
beautiful about you," he said as if there hadn't been a two minute
pause in the conversation, "is your lovely fur-covered mound of
pleasure."
The purple prose set her off a tiny bit, but the thought was
reassuring even so. Being pretty is important to any girl, and she
has to wonder about how pretty she is where no boy is supposed to
see her. Who can she ask? But Ted seemed both experienced and
impressed.
Soon he was kissing her again. This time, although he took his
time, there were no impediments to his exploration. Soon, she was
lying down on the couch with his hand between her spread-open legs.
Again, his mouth on her breasts and his hand below sent her
teetering near the edge.
This time, while she teetered, she felt something against her
thigh. When she opened her eyes, Ted was kneeling between her
legs. "Relax, Lori," he said. "This will be wonderful."
Then, as she struggled to pull herself together, he placed
himself at her entry. Bucking to throw him off just helped his
cock drive home.
It wasn't wonderful; it was painful and invasive; mostly it was
a dirty trick. He pumped in and out a few times while she
struggled. Then he slumped over her. She pushed him off and sat
up. A lot of fluid oozed out of her. From the pink threads in it,
some of it must have been blood.
"I love you," Ted said from the floor.
"Well, I *hate* you. I want my clothes and I want to go home."
"Your clothes are over there. Except for your bra and panties.
They're in the freezer."
"The what?"
"I thought that you might want to claim that I forced something
on you that you didn't want. I felt that you might have a hard
time explaining why I had time to take your bra and panties while
you were willingly naked and put them in the freezer. That took
some time you know. You could have left while I took that trip.
You could have retrieved them before they had time to get cold."
"You are a dirty sneak."
"I've been called worse. Think about me for the next few days,
and you'll see that you'll want me again. I'm not a boy scout, but
I'm the best lover that you'll find in that school. Do you want to
take your underwear out of the freezer now? Would you like a
shower while they warm up? It will be another hour before your
mother will believe that you're done babysitting."
She had finally accepted the shower. She had never spoken with him
again. Years later, she'd figured out that it was probably his own first
experience as well. With hands and mouth, he might well have been the best
lover in that high school, as he bragged. After she'd had some experience,
however, she realized that he had no finesse at all in actual intercourse.
He probably had improved with experience. Where was Ted today, she
wondered. An expert gigolo? In jail for raping someone harder to bluff
than she had been? In hell?
Hard as it was to smooth young Cheryl's path along lovers' lane, it
was at least possible. Insight, however profound, was not going to change
Lori's history one iota. Time to abandon the past and live in the present.
She hadn't intended the pun, but she giggled nevertheless. Last
year's Valentine's day present was a pair of black, real-silk, stockings to
go with the garter belt the year before. The present the year before that
had been several sets of black panties, one of which she put on over the
stockings. The first present had been a half bra; or *some* fraction of a
bra, a half should have covered some of her areolae. Dan soon learned,
however, that she wanted to feel like a temptress, not like a whore. The
bra she put on had support, and it was not quite transparent on the top.
Well, the top of a brassiere really hadn't much purpose. She put on
slippers immediately; she didn't want runs in those stockings. Then she
looked at herself before slipping the robe over everything.
It wouldn't do to appear in the kitchen looking sexy. First the
dessert, then the celebration. "Strawberry Ice cream!" she said, as she
had said it the first time, when it had really been a surprise. This
memory was allowed in Dan's presence because Dan shared in it.
Lori was a freshman who had taken advance-placement physics and
high-school calculus. She would have done the same with chemistry
had the chem lab in her high school been outfitted before
Lavoisier's. Dan was an English-major Junior who desperately needed
a distribution in a "natural science." Sworn to be faithful to Gary,
she had approached each of the four other women in her lab section.
None of them wanted to be her lab partner. "No thanks," one of them
said, "I'm straight." She'd seen Dan with a girl on campus,
playfully pushing on the end of her nose. Observation had taught her
that casual touching meant a long-term relationship, she just didn't
guess how long-term.
By the time she found out that Cheryl (not to be "Aunt Cheryl"
for years yet) was Dan's sister, Dan and she had been lab partners.
Dan would never understand the first thing about the simplest
oxidation-reduction equation, but he could follow instructions
carefully and had a steady hand for pouring chemicals and really nice
handwriting for the notebook.
Dan watched her eat her strawberry ice cream with gusto, and then slow
down as she fell into a reverie. After years of marriage, he knew her
thoughts sometimes. He could remember that quarter as well.
Dan thought that Lori was quite attractive, but he needed her
brains more than her body. She explained that she was being
faithful to Gary, who attended another school. He promised to keep
romance out of their relationship. Lori and he "studied chemistry
together" until she asked what she was getting out of it. Then she
tutored him in chemistry while he "checked the grammar" of her
English papers. That soon looked an awful lot like editing; "What
do you mean here?" he would ask. The pairing raised her to an A in
English and him to a C in the book part of chemistry. (They jointly
earned A's in the lab portion, and fully deserved it.)
Spurning any romantic involvement, he would only take her out
when he was showing Cheryl around as well. The three of them had
fun together. Dan would study in Lori's room, scrupulously
avoiding any touch; he would sprawl in his seat watching the
amateur drama presentations with one arm casually draped over
Cheryl's shoulder, and another over Lori's. Whenever she thought that
Dan had got too full of himself, Cheryl would stage a tickle attack,
sometimes persuading Lori to help her. Whatever thoughts of Lori
those events generated, Dan confided them only to his lonely bed.
"That was a weird period," he said.
"We were all weird, Linda not least."
"Linda!" he said.
Linda, one of Lori's roommates, hadn't helped either one's peace
of mind. She, too, had "study dates"; but she seemed only to
study reproductive biology. Night after night, Lori heard the
squeak of her springs and various noises from her various guests.
This forced her and Pat, the third roommate, to entertain any of
their guests in their bedrooms, rather than the main room which was
intended for study and entertainment of guests, in order to put two
doors between them and the sounds. In her room, she had to take
the bed while Dan or any other visitor took a chair dragged in from
the main room. Pat complained about this pattern, but Lori--hoping
for a visit from Gary one day--kept silent. The few times that Dan
visited late enough to hear those squeaks he tried to avoid looking
at Lori's face while she tried to avoid looking at his groin.
"And your sister," she said, "kept trying to change our expeditions
into double dates."
Cheryl played the field, but an occasional special boy would make
a foursome of their trio. Lori knew that Cheryl was bringing
someone to be checked out by her brother and her friend, but these
excursions bothered her conscience. She felt that she was getting
awfully close to dating Dan and hoped Gary was being truer to her
than she felt that she was being to him.
She experienced the Christmas holidays as a let down. Gary and
she could escape somewhere private enough for real sex only twice.
The worse problem was that they didn't seem to have much to talk
about when they were together in company. He would tell everybody
stories about his first semester at college, and they would be
fascinating stories. He didn't seem to have any stories for her,
though, even ones he had told before.
Then school began again, and she and Dan were lab partners for
another quarter.
On Valentine's day, Dan took "his girls" out for Ice cream. Lori
couldn't see that as a February treat until Dan ordered without
asking. It was strawberry Ice cream with little split strawberries
which looked (slightly) like Valentine hearts. She loved the treat
and laughed with Cheryl until she looked over at Dan. His look
wasn't the patronizing fondness he showed to Cheryl. It was desire
and, much worse, love. She pled an assignment due the next day and
returned to her dorm soon. She knew that she should have felt
guilty towards Gary for keeping faithfulness in only the most
technical sense. Instead she felt guilty towards Dan. Why, she
couldn't figure; she had warned him and didn't owe him any
obligation, anyway.
Back at the dorm, she picked up her mail. There was a letter
from Gary, only the second since Christmas. Maybe, she hoped, he
would be able to visit her for a few days. The letter was long,
but the point was in a single sentence on the second page.
Gary had met somebody else.
He felt that he and Lori were growing apart; they each needed to
experience the full range of college, including social life; he
wouldn't feel he was being fair if he held Lori to her promise.
And, as he had mentioned earlier, he had met somebody else. So he
thought that they should consider one another free. In light of
that, he no longer considered her bound to avoid dates with others;
and he was no longer bound, either. Indeed, there was already
somebody else who had piqued his interest. And, he added
parenthetically, it *had* been the first time for her.
Lori cried herself to sleep, but managed to get to all the
classes but one the next day. That one was chemistry. She hadn't
any idea of what to say to Dan. On the evening of the sixteenth,
however, he called from the dorm lobby. It was their regular study
night, and there was a chemistry quiz the next morning.
Dan needed her help. She got out the chemistry book and told him
to come up.
She hadn't said much for a while, but Dan read her thoughts in her
face. Besides, today was Valentine's day; besides, he'd been there.
His usually vivacious tutor couldn't seem to put the ideas in a
clear form that night. A dozen times, Dan had formulated the
question, "What's wrong, Lori?" A dozen times he had answered it for
her, "And what business is it of yours?" before he could say it. He
stayed later and tried to understand the chemistry again. Then the
bed springs started squeaking from another room. They looked at each
other. He had a raging erection, but luckily the book was on his
lap.
She said, quite out of the blue, "I got a letter from Gary two
days ago." Her tone was sad, as though Gary had announced that he
had a disease. He had left so much unsaid to Lori, that it was
easy to maintain silence now. After a while she went on, "He
thinks we ought to have our freedom." There was another long
pause. "He's dating a girl at his college."
"Does this mean," he asked, "that I could ask you out on a date
without my Duennita?"
"Cheryl?"
"Yes. I love my little sister, but she is not my first choice
for company when I have a date with a beautiful girl."
To be concluded
Locksmiths
Uther Pendragon
1998/02/18
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