From: XXandie@aol.com
Date: Sat, 3 Jul 1999 00:23:23 EDT
Subject: First Encounter

Title: First Encounter
Author:  Ali Harrett
E-mail:  XXandie@aol.com
Rated:  NC-17
Category:  S
Keyword:  MSR smut
Spoilers:  None
Summary:  First encounter.  M/S implied, but not mentioned.
Warning:  If you are not of age, or are offended by sexual 
situations, turn back now!  You have been warned.
Disclaimer:  I don't know if a disclaimer is mentioned 
because M/S are not specifically named, but just in case, 
they don't belong to me and no infringement is intended.
Author Babble:  Although written by me, and born of whatever 
mind I have, I know this isn't the most original piece of 
work that is out there.  It seems to follow the erotica that 
I have been writing as of late, but please, it is just a 
phase, I swear.  

First Encounter

They both knew what they were in this place for.  It 
was a hidden knowledge that kept them quiet, yet both were 
eager to start  the events that were to follow.  
He placed a hand upon her shoulder, and gently turned 
her to him.  She stared down at the floor in the dim room, 
shy and uncertain.  He was just as uncertain as she.  He 
cupped her chin in his large hand and forced her to look at 
him.  Their gazes met, locked, and for one moment, all was 
lost in the hidden message that spanned the few inches 
between them.  His lips came down on hers, softly, very 
softly at first, moving slowly against the soft flesh.  Then 
he pressed harder.  She responded to his kiss, wrapping her 
arms around his middle, closing any gaps that had been 
between them before.  A passionate kiss is what some would 
call it, but this had nothing to do with passion.  Not at 
this moment.  Not for this encounter.  
An eternity passed before the exploration of interiors 
began.  Their lips crept open, slowly, in synchrony, and 
tongues were permitted to meet.  She felt the rush of 
feminine juices start to flow, as sparks of want and need 
began to tingle.  Tongues battled, slid and caressed against 
eachother, dominance never to be known.  They fell against 
the bed, entwined in one another at this point, but neither 
was really aware of anything but the other.  His hand slid 
down her side, a thumb carelessly stroking her nipple 
through her lightweight blouse.  More sparks.  Her hands 
traveled up and down his spine, sending shock waves 
throughout his body.  His member was long since erect, 
sensation sensitive.  His fingers played with the buttons on 
her blouse, slowly slipping each from it's confounding hole, 
and opening her chest up to him.  No longer was their kiss 
passionate, but a kiss that strikingly resembled two people 
trying to eat eachother, kisses so deeply laced with desire 
that ragged breaths followed each sweeping pass of their 
tongues.  She reached for the bulge in his pants, and 
lightly traced it with a forefinger.  A groan escaped from 
his mouth, muffled against her lips.  Had they not been 
kissing, she would have been smiling.  But this was what 
they wanted, nothing more, and nothing less. 
He pulled away for a moment to expose her whole chest 
to him, unclasping the white-lace bra from the front between 
her breasts.  The rosy nipples stared up at him, and he 
kissed her lips gently before descending upon one, tracing 
his tongue around the outer edges, and then reaching in for 
the kill, his teeth bared.  A light nip sent shivers down 
her body to her center, where the confines of her jeans and 
panties were beginning to become wet.  She gasped, for no 
man had ever dared to bite her.  He tormented her this way 
for a while, unrelentlessly suckling and tugging at each 
peak in turn, not giving more attention to one than the 
other.  Pushing him away gently, with a slightly pained look 
painted on both of their faces, she pulled his t-shirt from 
his jeans, pausing momentarily to eye the bulge in his 
pants.  Deftly she removed his shirt, and moved slightly so 
she could give him the same torment.  Light kisses upon his 
chest became small nips, and then full bites, each 
sustaining a groan, deep and guttural, feral, from him.  She 
rolled her tongue over his male nipples, feeling each peak 
in the stimulation they received.  
 At first, all he could think of was the wonderful 
sensations that coursed throughout his body, but then he 
remembered to react, and reached for the button on her 
jeans, and unleashed it, unzipped the zipper and placed his 
hand down the opening he had made.  He felt the silk slide 
along his hand, heat and a light moisture permeating through 
her panties.  Shifting back, he took control once again and 
placed his lips upon hers, tongue meeting tongue.  Slowly, 
he pushed down her jeans, his lips still attached to hers.  
But not as slowly did his hand return to the silk, as he 
eagerly pulled it aside near her entrance.  He slid one 
finger into her depths, sustaining a groan from her.  He 
pumped that finger, rhythmically, painfully slow, 
punctuating each thrust.  He added another finger, spreading 
her slowly.  The moisture was thick all around her, and on 
his fingers.
She moved against his fingers, setting a rhythm 
different from the one he had set, but she didn't even think 
about it, she just knew what he was doing to her, and didn't 
concentrate on anything except the feelings that were 
pulsating throughout her body, from the tips of her toes to 
the top of her head.  His lips never left hers, except for 
the occasional gasp of air each took from time to time.  
Each time he hit a sensitive spot, she moaned into his 
mouth, wanting that feeling again, feeling herself coming 
closer to the edge, a heat and a want so powerful it could 
melt water.  His dick throbbed  achingly, and soon her hand 
came down and freed him from the confining jeans and boxers.  
Off her panties came, and in he came, filling her, 
completing her.   She encompassed his length of stretched 
and fully erect flesh, hot and tight enclosing over taunt.  
Both grunted at the feeling of their joining, each a 
step closer to their final destiny.  He filled her in a way 
that brought a feeling of ecstasy.  He started slow, as he 
had with his fingers, and soon a mutual cadence was reached, 
not too fast, and not too slow.  It was a pace that brought 
heightened awareness but allowed each to prolong what each 
wanted. He flipped her over so that he was on his back and 
her breasts touched his chest.  She sat up slightly, and he 
grabbed her hips, setting his own beat.  She met every 
thrust, pushing him deep into her center, bringing panting 
murmurs from her. They were incoherent, but extremely 
erotic, with her rosy lips moving, her head tilting back 
after each slide of his cock into her.  Then she reached 
behind her to grip the base of his cock in her small 
fingers, and pulled them along his length with each thrust.  
She felt her juices on him, on her fingers.  In response, he 
removed one hand from her hip and started to rub her clit.  
She twitched against him, his simple move bringing her on 
the brink of coming.  Seeing her face start to contort, and 
her pants come more erratically, he stopped his 
menstrations, and carefully brought her close to him.  He 
wanted to see her face, yet kiss her when they came.  Her 
hand came away from his cock.  She knew she was close, 
because she started to pump up against him away from the 
pulse they had started with, feeling the heat come to a 
peak, a feeling of wanting to explode around where they were 
joined. 
No longer able to control herself, she felt the first 
wave of her orgasm, the contractions of the muscles in her 
enclosing around him.  He kissed her as he pushed into her 
hard.  Once, twice, and on the third push felt himself come 
into her, feeling each spasm of his semen squirt into her 
center.  He felt her squeezing him, felt her shudders, and 
subconsciously heard her screams of forfillment, and joined 
with her, lips barely touching lips.  Their spasms slowed, 
and he pumped her a few more times to ride out the feelings, 
still intense, yet beyond either's senses.  Kissing her once 
again, deep and passionate, he withdrew, groans from the 
feeling of unjoining leaving both of their chests. Spent, 
she rolled off of him, only to snuggle up against his side, 
burying her head into the crook of his shoulder.  She felt 
complete, full, and extremely happy.  She glowed, and he 
loved it.  Kissing the top of her head, he joined her in 
slumber.  

The End