You're Not a Serial Rapist Ch. 12

Kissing me deeply, Kathy whispered, "Come on. Let's take a nice warm shower, and then we can come back here and show each other how much we love each other."

We stood under the shower and just kissed, reacquainting ourselves with the feel of our lips against each other. Kathy's soft little breasts pressing against my chest. My hands moving over her back down to cup and gently knead each firm cheek. A satisfying moan passed from her mouth into mine, as our lips pressed together tighter.

She stood back. I watched as she watched her soapy hands run through my sparse dark chest hair, a loving smile graced her beautiful smooth face as I ran my hands through her soft blonde hair. Her soapy hands ran down my chest, through my patch of dark pubic hair, brushing alongside my hardening dick, to cup my smooth bare scrotum. I let out a gasp of pleasure. She grinned.

"mmmm. Your balls are still all nice and smooth... just the way I like em," as she tenderly massaged each hanging testicle. My dick throbbed against her smooth stomach. "I can tell you like this... you like my hand on your balls...? And this guy," grinning as her other hand now encircling my girth, "So big... so hard... so warm... and it's all mine," as she leaned down to first gently kiss the tip before engulfing the sensitive head.

I groaned again.

I brought her up and kissed those soft lips. It was my turn to run my hands over her body.

"Close your eyes."

My soapy hands glided over each side of her long graceful neck. Down the center of her lightly tanned chest. Yes, there was a bit of a lingering tan. My hands separated as I palmed each succulent breast, moving my hands in circles and the soap added sufficient slipperiness to glide over each hardened pink nipple.

"Oh my gosh," the words left her lips in a hushed gasp.

She turned, her back against my chest. I knew what she was waiting for. Her hands now went up and wrapped around the back of my neck. I reached around and toyed with her nipples. The tips of my fingers encircling the base of each tender nub before rubbing back and forth. I felt as her hips slowly gyrate against my hardness, which was buried between each of her tender butt cheeks, at times grazing her tight rose bud. Her breathing becoming labored. I continued to make love to her through those ever increasing sensitive erect nipples. My lips nibbling on the exposed tender flesh of her graceful neck.

Her body jolted and her knees almost buckling as soft cries of pleasure filled the steam filled shower. She turned back around. I held her close as my hardness slipped between her soapy thighs. Her soapy breasts moving over my chest. Our lips met again... tenderly... lovingly.

"Come on. Make love to me. I so want to feel you make love to me... to feel your tongue on me... on all of me... to feel you inside of me. Deep inside of me. I want to taste you... all of you."

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Once again I took in a vision of true grace and perfection. My Kathy, on her back stretched out languidly. Her arms over her head pressed against the headboard, legs partial opened, her smooth skin glowing in the soft light of the room. Her breasts flattened against her chest. Her nipples stiff and dark with arousal. Her soft honey blonde triangle framing that dark hidden crease... the entrance to her womanhood. Then those eyes... even in the soft light those blue gray eyes beckoned me to her. I watched as her pink tongue swept over those soft lips.

"Come to me, my love."

My body covered her petite frame as my lips found hers. Softly... tenderly... lovingly. We each made soft gasps as our warm bare flesh melted into each other.

"I've missed you sooo much."

"I know, and I've missed you sooo much."

My lips and tongue began their journey down her lovely body that I had been only able to draw from memory on those lonely nights in my bed. Nibbling the soft flesh of her neck and the base of her throat brought a sigh of contentment.

I was again drawn to her soft mounds and engorged nipples. I savored the texture of each rubbery nipple as, first my lips encircled it and then my tongue bathed it... in circles... side to side. At times I would give a slow lick from the base of my tongue to the tip. Her fingers combing through my hair. Her eyes closed as she savored the process of our rejoining as I engulfed her entire breast into my mouth. At times I would raise off of her completely so that the only contact my body made was the tip of my tongue against the sensitive pink eraser nipple, which brought a deep groan of contentment. Each nipple received the same attention.

"mmmm. I so missed your tongue on my nipples."

"Me too. Your sexy little breasts. My favorite."

But I had a destination. Another part of her body needed the attention of my tongue.

I settled between her open legs. Her lips were swollen with her arousal... glistening. I blew softly on the wet petals of her flower. She gasped. The gentle currents of my breath seemed to raise her heat as if I was blowing on a coal to coax a flame to life. When my tongue finally touched her womanhood, I felt her shiver. Her head tipping back as she held my head to her, encouraging me to give her more.

I gently licked and kissed her. My lips softly pulling at each petal, slowly building her to the peak of pleasure... before I stopped. She groaned in erotic distress. I grinned. I tickled her with my tongue, never letting her fall back, but not pushing her forward. I was holding her on the knife edge of release, leaving her burning and writhing as I felt her straining for her desperate release.

"Please, Bill," she begged. Her hands combing through my hair.

"Please, what?" I murmured as I sweetly tortured her. My tongue circling that sensitive pearl.

"Please make me cum," she mewed. I could feel her skin burning as if she were laying in the direct summer sun.

"You want to cum?"

"Oh, God! Please, please, let me cum, please! I so want you to make me cum," she gasped as her hips thrusted at my face, desperate for her release.

I continued to kiss her, my tongue slowly exploring her most intimate areas. She groaned and reached for her clit. I could tell her need to climax was becoming a living thing that was devouring her. I brushed her hand aside, not allowing her to finish herself. She moaned again. My tongue sought her engorged pearl.

Kathy was beside herself. Her hips rising off the mattress. Head thrashing from side to side. Sounds of her need filling the room. Two fingers entered her and caressed that very special spot I had gotten to know so well.

Her neck arched so much that I could not see her eyes, only her chin and the quaking bottom lip of a wide-open mouth, as a primal cry came from deep in her quivering body and echoed through the room as her body convulsed in pleasure wave after pleasure wave.

She collapsed. Her chest heaving. A sheen of perspiration covered her limp body.

I moved up to pull her into my body. To embrace her. To hold the most precious thing in my life as close as I could.

"I love you, Kathy, my love."

"I love you, Bill, my love. I want to feel you inside of me. I want us to again bond and cement our love."

Our lips made slow love as she moved on top. Her soft little breasts flattened against my chest. Her hard nipples like points of fire against my own. Her soft blonde pubic hair matting against mine. My hard dick sandwiched between her wet folds.

Kathy rose and sat up straight. She looked down at me through her dreamy blue gray eyes and smiled sweetly. I watched her lean forward, her nipples inches from my lips. She twisted her body to offer her right nipple. My mouth engulfed the offering and swathed the hardened nub with my tongue. A soft moan escaped her lips... all the while rubbing the sensitive glans across her awaiting opening.

Placing me exactly where she wanted me, I felt a slight pressure as she eased her hips back. Slowly I entered her. Her eyes closed, and mouth forming a perfect 'O' as she concentrated on the journey of my length as she filled herself.

As I entered her, the sensitive glans went from a coolness from the outside air to the warmth of a tight, silky, smooth, wet velvet glove. I let out an extended satisfying moan.

Sitting up straight, I sank into her warm silky depth, until I bottomed out. Her soft eyes sought mine.

"Welcome home, my love. Welcome home."

Her inner walls clenching me in her warm welcoming vise. The soft satisfying smile gracing her face signaled her contentment. I reached up to stroke her soft breast, my finger lightly brushing the engorged nipple.

And, I was home... home inside the most beautiful creature God had ever created. Reaching behind she gently massaged my balls. I groaned. She grinned down at me.

Kathy rolled her hips in circles as she sat upright and reached for the ceiling, her little breasts disappearing, leaving only two round dark pink peaks standing at attention in her arousal. My dick throbbed. She stared down at me and grinned.

"I love being on top like this. Watching your eyes as you look at me... all of me."

"I love looking at you. So sexy. So bare."

I could feel her clenching and unclenching her pussy muscles around me. It was like her walls were 'milking' my length. The feeling was unbelievable. I don't know how she did that.

Relaxing against my chest, her hips continued to roll as her slick lips gracefully slid along my length... back and forth... back and forth. Our lips meeting as my hands clenched her firm butt cheeks.

Sitting up, her legs extended along my side, "Come to me."

As I sat up, my legs extended, the last of my length was devoured as the tip of my hardness touched her heart. We shared as perfect of a union as I ever believed possible, or existed. Our lips meeting.

"Mmm the last inch always feels so good."

I could feel the whole length of my cock encased in a hot soft velvety feeling grip. "I've always loved the feel of all of it."

She smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, but there was always something special about that last bit. Like it was in a place it was supposed to be in," she whispered as our lips meeting tenderly.

"Just think, in a few short weeks, we'll be just like this... in our own bed... in our place... making love."

"Yes we will. As often and as long as we want."

We embraced and just held each other. Held each other as we once again became 'one'.

"Make love to me. Cum inside of me. Give all of yourself to me."

We rolled, without losing our connection, Kathy's legs opened completely as I refilled her.

I pulled back slowly and held for just a second before sliding slowly back into her. She moaned at the movement and smiled as she looked up at me. Again I pulled back slowly. Again I slid back into her, this time grinding my pelvic bone against her clit. Kathy just closed her eyes and moaned a bit more loudly. Again I repeated the slow withdrawal and re-penetration into her sex. It took a couple of more successions, but I found a slow, measured pace that I could maintain, and not bring an end to our coupling. Kathy noticed this and asked me to go faster.

Looking directly into her eyes, I said, "Not just yet Kath."

"Why?"

"Because I want to slowly make love to my girlfriend. To show my girlfriend how much I love her. And right here, right now, I know you want that too."

Smiling at up at me, she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Yes... I want that more than anything," her voice cracking, "You know me so well."

She pulled my head down and kissed me deeply, moaning softly into my mouth as I kept my unhurried pace. I closed my eyes and lost myself to in the sensations of loving the future Kathleen Marie Jackson. I made love... slowly... methodically... completely.

We stayed together, her thighs around my hips, her breasts against my chest, the both of us moving in a slow concerted unison so that we could best experience the intimacy shared in every penetrating stroke of my erection. Finally though, I pressed in and held myself. Moved from side to side. Hitting spots that hadn't been touched... that hadn't been caressed.

"mmm. I love it when you do that," she said dreamingly.

I was so deep and she was so warm and wet. I withdrew, only to enjoy the sensation when I reentered her. Again... and again.... And again.

"Come on... do me. Make me yours... make us complete... fill me with your special love. A love that was meant for me... and only me."

I began boldly stroking, working up our passion until her legs and feet were stretched up and out. She writhed beneath me as she neared the precipice of her release, her pussy clenching and unclenching uncontrollably.

"I'm going to cum," I panted.

"Me too... wait for me... I'm sooo close."

I ground my pubic bone against her clit as her mouth opened wide and a low primal growl filled the room. I came with her, as my balls emptied and emptied themselves into the woman that I had so sorely missed. I felt her pussy working my shaft, squeezing and releasing in an attempt to pull my seed deep into her body.

"I love you," as my lips met hers.

"I love you," as her lips met mine.

We showered and then intertwined our bodies as we drifted off into our shared dreams where our souls would rejoin.

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Valerie opened the door, literally jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her braless breasts against my chest. I held her, as I felt tears against my neck. Pulling back, our lips met for a prolonged kiss.

"Gosh, I've missed you," light kiss.

"I've missed you, Val. You look good," she grinned back her eyes sparkling.

We settled in for some visiting, as Kathy and I sat as close as we could on the couch, my arm around her and her hand on my thigh. They each has a couple of wine coolers and I had a couple of beers. Valerie was interested in my job hunting experience. I told her the only way to go is through an agency. She knew she had a couple of years before she needed to be concerned about that, but was happy to hear about my experience. She also asked about my apartment search.

I asked her if she had done any more nude portraits for Cynthia's friends. They both looked at each other.

A sinking feeling developed in the pit of my gut, "What...? What happened?"

"I did two," sighing, "Actually three; but on two separate occasions."

"OK," I said, becoming more concerned, as Valerie continued.

"Cynthia called me a week into the quarter, and asked if I would like to a nude portrait of one of her friends. Apparently, she had shown the one I did of her and she was impressed. So, I said I would; but, explained I didn't have a way to get there, as you had left, and wondered if we could use the art department's studio. Cynthia didn't think that wouldn't be a comfortable, and private enough, setting. She would pick me up. Seemed fine. So, she drove Kathy and me to her friend's place.

"It was another very nice house. Again, out of town a bit. Everything went well. It was just the four of us. She was about the same age as Cynthia. Her name was Vicky. Nice looking woman. Smaller than Cynthia. When I was done, she was very pleased with the results, and paid me a little extra," looking at Kathy, "We kind of celebrated that night. Kathy got us some wine and we hung out here. Kathy wound up sleeping on my couch."

Kathy kind of blushed, "I usually don't drink that much. I think it was a time for a release. It was fun. Girl-to-girl stuff."

Taking a deep breath and looking over at Kathy, she continued. We weren't out of the woods, yet.

"A couple of weeks later I got another call from Cynthia asking if I had time to do another portrait. This time, there would be two. I figured 'why not'?

"She drove us to her place. I didn't think anything of it. We got inside and there was another woman there. Again roughly her age, her name was Carolyn, nice looking lady. Brown hair. Nice figure. Not as full as Cynthia's; but, nice.

"After the introductions were made Carolyn excused herself and Cynthia brought out a similar tray of sandwiches and a bottle of the same wine we had last time. Then she excused herself. About that time I started to get strange vibes. I mean, Cynthia said there would be two portraits. Maybe they each wanted a nude portrait of their friend.

"Same here," added Kathy, "I mean they both seemed like nice women, it was just something there. I can't explain it. Call it woman's intuition."

"So, I got my stuff set up. We each had a few sandwiches. Kathy poured herself a glass of wine. About ten minutes later they both appeared dressed in silk robes. They each had a glass of wine."

Cynthia said, "I'm glad you helped yourself to the wine, Kathy. That's what it's there for. Valerie?"

"Not yet Cynthia. I want my head to be clear."

"Cynthia understood and to please call them Cindy and Carol, as she thought we were past the formal stuff.

"She explained that she wanted two portraits. That were best friends. I mean really best friends... to be blunt... they were lovers. We watched as Cynthia reached over and took Carolyn's hand, as they each exchanged a knowing and loving smile.

"Cynthia explained that they weren't lesbians, as they both had husbands that they loved. That their husbands know about how they felt about each other. That they've known each other from before they were married, and were lovers then, but both liked men too, hence the husbands.

"They each want a portrait of each of them making love to each other. She asked me if that something I could, and would be comfortable doing? That if I don't want to go on, then that's fine. She can take us both back... no hard feelings. She apologized that she should have laid everything out to me earlier, instead of sort of dumping this on me at the last minute."

"I looked at Kathy, before I asked if we could have a couple of minutes.

"We stepped into the kitchen, you remember where that is?" I nodded.

"I asked Kathy what she thought."

"I told Val that that explains the feelings I had earlier. I told her I wasn't sure what I felt. I mean... we've each lived in the dorm. There were rumors about a few girls being too friendly. Going into each other's rooms and locking the doors. Part of me was intrigued. Part of me curious."

"I kind of felt the same way. I kept telling myself that I was an artist. That these two women trusted me... us... enough to share something that intimate... like you two had... was deeply satisfying. I just hoped it wouldn't go beyond just me drawing and Kathy watching. I didn't think so."

"Yeah. That thought crossed my mind too," Kathy added, "I was OK with it, if Val wanted to do it. I just hoped they wouldn't try to draw us into their circle. They seemed like nice women. My instincts told me we would be fine."

"So, I agreed. I don't know what either of us were expecting. I mean... two women making love to each other. So, we watched as they each dropped their robes, hugged, and kissed. I mean really hugged. I'm not going to go into all the details. Let's just say it was erotic. OK... maybe a few details.

"I've never seen another women completely 'down there'... all opened up. They started out with Cynthia on her back, on the couch, with one leg over the back of the couch and the other planted on the floor. Needless to say, everything was showing, and I mean everything.

"Carolyn laid down with her head between Cynthia's legs and we both watched at Carolyn's tongue went right for Cynthia's clit. I'm sure you know the feeling," as Valerie looked over and grinned at Kathy. Kathy blushed.

"Anyway, they wanted to make sure they were each positioned such that their identities were clearly shown, and very clear what was going on 'down there'.