Fatwa

"I had a girlfriend then, Mina. She wasn't as beautiful as you are, but I loved her very much, and I would never have cheated on her or left her for another girl, no matter how lovely she might be. But that's over now. We're still good friends, but I don't think we'll ever be lovers again."

"Why did it end? If you don't mind my asking."

"Not at all. Allison and I had a lot in common in terms of interests and values, but our personalities and our long-term goals weren't very compatible. It didn't help that it was a long-distance relationship, either; she's a student at Stanford. We met last summer, while she was interning at NASA -- met on the dance floor at Chevy Chase, as a matter of fact. This summer she took another internship on the North Slope of Alaska, and after getting her Master's next June she's going into the Peace Corps; there just wasn't room in her life for a boyfriend right now."

"I see. Well, you don't need to worry about that kind of thing with me, Nathan; I care about my career, but I'll always make time for my friends... and especially for my lover." She brought her hands up over my shoulders and stood on tip-toe, eyes closed, as I stepped closer, wrapped her in my arms, and lowered my head to kiss her.

That first brush of our lips was electric. Mina moaned deep in her throat, and I felt the tip of her tongue probing at my lips. I invited her in, and our tongues danced an energetic waltz, then duelled tip-to-tip for a moment before she withdrew. I followed, never breaking the contact, and explored her mouth in turn, gliding past dark, full lips and even white teeth to pursue her sweet tongue to its lair.

As the kiss continued, I slid my hands down her back and cupped her firm little bottom through the thick fabric of her robe. Mina moaned louder, tightening her grip behind my neck. I bent my knees a little and lifted her up. Taking her cue, she brought her legs up and wrapped them around me. The robe opened up to her waist, and I could feel the heat of her sex pressing against my body. My cock, already stirred by the kiss, began to rise, straining against the tightly wrapped robe.

After an endless moment, I broke the kiss, set Mina back on her feet, and pulled on the sash of her robe. The neat bow she'd tied came loose in an instant, and the robe fell open; there was nothing underneath but Mina. She shrugged, and the robe slipped off her shoulders to pool on the floor at her feet. I marveled at the evenness of her complexion: skin the warm, rich shade of cafe mocha spiced with cinnamon, with not the slightest hint of a tan line anywhere. She had small, high breasts, crowned by proud little nipples and quarter-sized areolae the color of the darkest bittersweet chocolate. Below them, her taut belly made a broad, flat plain between the low escarpments of her ribcage and hips, punctuated by the little teardrop-shaped oasis of her navel, drawing my eyes inexorably down to her mons, which was shaved smooth as the day she was born. The top of her cleft was clearly visible, pointing the way to the treasure concealed between her slender thighs. "Luthien...." I whispered, as I took her in my arms again.

"Don't," she whispered back. "Don't put me on a pedestal. I'm not some unattainable ideal, Nathan. I'm real. I'm here, in the flesh."

"Of course you are -- and beautiful flesh it is. But you are still Luthien to me, as Edith was to Tolkien. I'll tell you what, though: I'll make it a very short pedestal -- just high enough to let me kiss you without ducking."

"I have a better idea," she said, dropping to her knees and undoing the double-knotted sash of my robe. My cock, freed from the constraining fabric, sprang to attention, tenting out my blue silk boxers. Mina's little hands deftly freed it from that last entanglement, letting it stand straight out through the open fly. She curled her fingers around the shaft and caressed it lightly, then leaned forward to gently kiss the tip. Her little pink tongue, surprisingly pale against her dusky skin and wine-red lips, flicked out to tickle the sensitive skin below the head; then her lips parted to engulf the entire head, as her hand began a more vigorous stroking of the shaft. I stood still, reveling in velvet softness of her lips and tongue. After a moment, though, I pulled away from her, took her hands and lifted her back to her feet. She looked at me quizzically. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Mina; it felt fantastic. It's just that I've never cared for that position. It's too one-sided; it feels like something bought or forced."

"I never thought of it quite that way," she said, "But maybe you're right. My last boyfriend, Sean, really liked that, but he was a domineering sort of guy generally. I think he got a kick out of seeing me on my knees. Not that he was abusive or anything; I wouldn't have put up with that, but I guess I do have kind of a submissive streak. Maybe that's why I follow well on the dance floor."

"Why did you break up? If you don't mind my asking, of course."

"I don't mind; I asked you first, after all." She grimaced. "I caught him cheating on me last fall, so I dumped him. I should have seen it coming; Sean never made any secret of his preference for tall, busty blondes. He started going out with me because I kind of threw myself at him. He's still going with Jessica, which in a way makes me feel better about the whole thing; at least he wasn't just fooling around on the side."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be," she replied. "I'm not. If I was still dating Sean, I wouldn't be here with you, and I like being here with you. I think you care more for me than Sean ever did."

"Well, I can certainly promise I'll never cheat on you," I said. "Especially not with some big-breasted blonde. I know that's the ideal of beauty the media in this country sells, but I'm not buying; you're as close to my personal ideal as I could ever hope to find."

"You're not so bad yourself," she said, with a lopsided smile. Then she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me into another long, passionate kiss. Her nipples poked me in the chest, and my cock stood straight up, pressed between our bodies.

When at length we came up for air, I said, "You know, we don't really need that very short pedestal; there's a much simpler solution." I pulled back the covers, then sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for Mina join me. "There," I said, as she settled into my lap, sitting sideways so that she could look at me eye to eye. "Now we're the same height." As we kissed again, I brought my left hand up to her cheek, feeling the soft wisps of hair at her temples that shortened to a fine, nearly invisible downy fuzz along the line of her jaw. From there I let my fingers trail down from her cheek to her breast, making lazy circles around her nipple before spiralling in to tweak it lightly. She moaned softly, her own fingers entwining with my hair, her mouth still hungrily locked to mine.

I covered her breast with my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, then stroked down over her belly until my hand rested on the top of her thigh. Her legs parted, inviting me in. My fingertips brushed lightly over the silken skin of her shaved mound, drifting lower to explore the exquisite softness of her outer lips, finding the moist petals that peeked out between them just above the entrance to her cunt. Mina broke off the kiss and arched her back, pushing her breasts toward my eager mouth. My tongue followed the trail of my fingers, spiralling around her nipple, then flicking it teasingly before my lips engulfed it, making her gasp with pleasure. At the same time, I carefully parted her inner lips and stroked my middle finger up the center of her cleft, spreading her moisture up to her hooded clitoris. I sucked hard on her nipple while my fingers teased that tiny, sensitive nub, and she moaned louder than before, her breath growing faster as her arousal built toward climax. Rubbing her clit with the pad of my thumb, I pressed gently at her entrance with my index finger. The first two joints slid in effortlessly, and I felt the softly scalloped flesh that marked the most sensitive part of her vagina. At the same moment I let her nipple slide between my teeth. The combination of sensations sent her over the edge; she stiffened, head thrown back, her moans rising to a high-pitched keening as the pent-up energy crackled along her nerves. When it was over she went limp, every muscle loose and relaxed, and I cradled her in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder, until her breathing returned to normal.

"Oh, wow," she said. "That was... wow. I don't think anyone has ever made me come that quickly. Thank you, Nathan."

"No need to thank me; I enjoyed it. And we're just getting started; let's get a bit more comfortable, shall we?" I slid back on the futon and out from under Mina, then stretched out on my side, propped up on one elbow with my back to the wall, with Mina on her back in front of me. I leaned in and kissed her again, slow and deep, my hand wandering over her breasts and belly. Moving my lips from hers, I kissed her cheeks and eyelids, the line of her jaw and the seashell curve of her ear, then slowly worked my way down over her delicate neck and collarbone to suckle again at those lovely little tits.

While tasting Mina's left breast, I massaged her right with one hand, and brought the other up to caress her cheek. She turned her head and caught my thumb in her mouth; I pushed it slowly past her lips and she sucked eagerly, the symbolism further increasing my arousal. When I switched breasts, I brought that hand down to the one I was abandoning, and moved the other down and under her to squeeze her small, firm buttocks. She stroked my hair, murmering encouragement as I licked and nibbled and sucked at the exquisitely sensitive little bud of her nipple.

After a few minutes of this, I shifted my position so that I was lying between her thighs, then kissed my way down her belly. I paused above her sex, tantalizing her with feather-light kisses on her mons and inner thighs, then nuzzling her hairless outer lips. Mina bent her knees and opened her thighs wide, placing her heels on my shoulders. Her engorged inner lips, even darker than her nipples, pushed out from her slit. I sucked at them for a moment, then gently parted them with my fingers and licked slowly up the center of her cleft, enjoying the gradations of flavor from the acidic tang of her vagina to the salty-sweet musk around her clit. Overlaying it all was a vaguely familiar, spicy scent. I looked up. "Did you have curry for dinner?"

Mina raised her head and looked back at me. "Chicken vindaloo. Why, can you taste it?"

"Just a bit."

"Weird. I've heard of spices coming out in your sweat before, but it never occurred to me that they might show up in... um... other secretions."

"I like it," I told her, and emphasized the point by swirling the tip of my tongue around her clit. Mina let her head fall back to the pillow and arched her back, gasping in ecstasy. I moved my hands up to her breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples while I continued to lap at her cleft. I alternated between licking her clit, sucking her labia, and pushing my tongue as far as it would go into her cunt. The constantly shifting sensations drove her arousal upward without allowing her to come; her moans grew louder and higher until she was nearly screaming, begging incoherently for that elusive release. Her hands, which had been clutching at the sheet beneath her, flew to her breasts, pushing my own hands away and squeezing harder than I would have dared. I stroked down her sides and around her ass, squeezing the muscular little cheeks for a moment before bringing my hands up to spread her lips wider. My left thumb slipped inside her vagina and as my tongue slid over her clit she exploded, wailing like a banshee and clamping her thighs over my ears. The spasm lasted perhaps thirty seconds before she collapsed onto the mattress.

I moved back up the bed and grabbed a couple of tissues from the night stand to wipe most of her juices out of my beard, then softly kissed her lips. She smiled languidly and opened her eyes. "Mmmm," she purred. "The first time was good; that one was incredible. Thank you again, Nathan."

"My pleasure," I assured her.

She sat up and stretched. "Actually, I think that's yet to come." She placed one delicate hand in the middle of my chest. "Lie back, Nathan; it's my turn to do some of the work."

I complied, and Mina draped herself over my chest for a long kiss. Then, following the same pattern I had with her, she kissed her way down to my nipples. I was keenly aware of her own hard little buds digging into my stomach while she licked and nibbled and sucked mine into stiff, pebbly points, sending chills down my spine. After a couple of minutes she again moved southward, dropping butterfly kisses on the flat planes of my abdomen, and then along the upper surface of my cock until she reached the head. Curling her fingers around the shaft, she took as much of my length as she could manage into her mouth and sucked hard, pulling in her cheeks so that I could feel their silken softness around the sides of my erect member, while her tongue lapped it from below and pushed it against her palate. I groaned, fighting back the urge to thrust; any further and I was afraid she would choke.

Mina began to bob her head slowly up and down, while her hand stroked the lower half of my cock in the same rhythm. I reached down to brush aside the curtain of hair that had fallen over her beautiful eyes, and she gazed up at me seductively. She gradually increased her pace; I caressed her cheek, careful not to push her. I could feel the pressure building in my groin. "Wait," I said. Mina paused, and I took a moment to pull myself back from the brink. "This isn't really how I want to come," I explained. "It takes me quite a while to get ready again, and much as I would like to stay up all night making love with you, we really do need to get some sleep tonight."

She let my cock fall from her lips. "Fair enough," she said. "I do want to taste you, but that can wait for another time; I want you inside me tonight."

"And I want to be there, believe me. Just one little thing we need first." I turned onto my side and reached for the top drawer of my night stand.

"Um, Nathan?" She sounded tentative, as though she wanted to say something but wasn't sure she should.

I paused. "What is it, Mina?"

"We don't really need that, unless you want to. I'm on the pill, and I know for certain that I don't have any diseases; I got tested after I found out about Sean cheating. I trust you."

"You shouldn't take chances with that kind of thing," I said. "But as it happens, I've also been tested recently; I was a study subject a couple of months ago, and they screened for HIV and a bunch of other stuff. So if you prefer to do it bareback...."


"I do. I want to feel you, not some piece of rubber. Here, lie back."

I rolled onto my back again. Mina straddled my hips, then, ever so slowly, lowered herself onto my cock. I was still slick with her saliva, and she was still sopping wet from her second orgasm; I slid into her without the least resistance. She gasped as she hit bottom, her hypersensitive clitoris bumping against my pubic bone. I savored the snug embrace of her vagina, that feeling of liquid heat that defies all comparison.

After taking a moment to get used to the sensation of my cock filling her, Mina began to move, rising slowly until only the tip was inside her, then dropping back down. I held still, letting her find her own rhythm. "Oh... oh!" she exclaimed, grinding her hips into mine at the end of a stroke. "Oh, that's good. Can you do this for a while?"

"In this position? I can last as long as you need, sweetheart. Take your time."

"Good." She leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands on my chest, and shortened her strokes, so that her clit rubbed back and forth over my tangled pubic thatch. Her breasts hung down in front of my face; I brought my hands up to massage them, teasing her nipples with my thumbs. Beads of sweat glistened on her brown skin, and her breathing quickened as she rode the wave of yet another orgasm toward its crest.

The crest seemed elusive, though; her movement faltered, and she moaned in frustration. "Mina?" I asked, concern overwhelming my arousal for a moment.

"My legs... too tired...." she gasped out. "I can't... go... fast enough. Can't... make it... oh!" Tears appeared at the corners of her eyes as she tried to break through that intangible barrier.

"Let me help." I slipped two fingers between us and rubbed her clit. Smiling gratefully, she humped back and forth against them for a moment, and came -- not as loudly or as vigorously as the first two times, but unmistakable nonetheless. The rippling spasms in her cunt almost sent me over the edge with her, but I held back, wanting to prolong this experience just a bit more. When the tremors ceased, she rested her head on my chest, my cock still deep inside her.

"Thanks again, Nathan," she murmured. "That's usually my favorite position, but after all that dancing, and those first two times, I was just exhausted."

"Too exhausted to keep going?" I asked. "We can stop now if you want."

"That wouldn't be fair, would it? You've given me three, and I you haven't even had one yet. I can't do it like this, though...."

"I wouldn't ask you to. Just hold on; if we do this carefully, I think we can turn over without having to disengage."

Mina obediently wrapped her arms and legs around me as I carefully rolled onto my side, levered myself up with my left arm, and lowered us back to the bed so that she was on her back with me above her in the classic missionary position. I supported most of my weight on my knees and elbows, giving her room to breathe.

"How's that?" I asked, as I began stroking slowly in and out of her.

"Mmm, feels nice," she replied. "Keep going." I sped up a bit, thrusting harder and deeper. Mina wrapped her thighs more tightly around my waist, her heels digging into the small of my back, urging me onward, pulling her hips up to meet each thrust. Her arms, however, relaxed their grip around my torso and dropped to the bed above her head. Remembering her comment about having a submissive streak, I ran my hands from her breasts up her arms to her wrists, pinning them against the mattress. Her reaction confirmed that I had guessed right. "Yes, Nathan...." she moaned, her breath quickening again, "Hold me... take me... fuck me... thrust in me... come in me.... I want to... feel you... come.... I want to... squeeze... every... last... drop... out of that... gorgeous... big... prick!"

Her wanton talk increased my arousal more than I would have believed possible; none of my previous girlfriends had ever talked that way. I growled deep in my throat. Feeling my long-delayed climax building, I released her wrists and cradled her head in my hands. Her height made it impossible for me to kiss her mouth as I would have liked, so settled for pressing my lips against her forehead as she wrapped her arms around me again and tucked her face into the hollow of my shoulder. My final thrust set her off again; she hugged me convulsively and began that familiar, high-pitched keening, her vaginal muscles clenching rhythmically around my cock. This time I couldn't have restrained my own orgasm if I had wanted to. I erupted into her, pulse after pulse of my essence filling her sweet cunt while a tingling heat blazed up my spine and out to my fingers and toes like fire racing over an oil slick. When it was over we held each other in silence for a long time, still joined, listening to each other's breathing and heartbeats as they slowed back down to normal.