Her shoulder length auburn hair made waves as her head bounced back and forth. A thin film
of sweat formed on her forehead and across her back. It matted her hair in thick letters
of ancient alphabets.
Although she knew she and Brad had their problems, she had to admit it. He had staying
power. He liked to watch her pussy lips pull out along the length of his cock when he
withdrew from her. His dirty blonde hair was now a crew cut--one of the many incarnations
of coiffure Brad had tried.
"Yu ... Yu ... You`re shittin` me." His breath exhaled in short spurts
coinciding with his thrusts inward.
"Your really gonna go through with ... that!" he said. It was more an
accusation than a question.
"Wi ... wi ... with what?" Colleen asked. Her words came out in sound the
volume of shot glasses. She was almost ready to come. She tightened her anus and her toes
stretched over the edge of the bed. But Brad had his first.
"Semen-ary!" he said as his orgasm hit.
He jammed between her like a tree trunk cruising down white water rapids. Their bodies
went blop blop blop against each other with the thrill of the water, the ride, and the
splash of it all.
Colleen stuttered when he cried, "Yeah, Ye-ah, Yeaahh, I am," she said. Her
breath now burst out of her as she had an orgasm herself.
Their bodies animated their breath just as much as breath moved their bodies. During sex,
their breathing was a muscle. They tensed it up and relaxed it to arouse their bodies.
They didn`t learn this from a book or a teacher. They learned it by paying attention to
the way Brad`s cock would breathe and become hard or the way Colleen`s nipples sucked in
air and stood straight up. Colleen would come to understand this sexual circuitry--and
only after some time.
"So you`re going to be a minister?" Brad asked as if he had a hairball caught
in his throat. He just couldn`t understand it. "Like a reverend." The words slid
out of his mouth like an eel.
"Like those `born again` Christians?" he asked again.
"No, not like them," Colleen tried to defend herself.
"Are you going to try to evangelize me?" Brad said, once again spitting the
words out.
"No!" Colleen assured him. "But it`s not like you couldn`t use a
little."
She was joking. Brad wasn`t.
"Yeah, I could use a little born again pussy!" he said.
"Brad!" she said.
"I thought for sure, you`d let that go by now." They lay together, their
breathing becoming slower and deeper.
Then Brad did what he liked to do. He scooped some strings of semen dripping from
Colleen`s pussy and rubbed it around her anus. It felt good at first, like it always did.
Her muscles were beginning to relax, as easy as an exhale.
Colleen did what she always did--and took his hand and moved it up, rubbing it against
the opening of her pussy.
She wouldn`t give herself a chance to experiment, or take a chance. That was two years
ago. A lot had happened since then.
Bad didn`t drop it even after her orgasm. "You mean you`re applying to Semen-ary!
Now that I`d like to see!"
Colleen turned away from Brad and bit the edge of the pillow. "What was she
doing," she asked herself. Seminary was not exactly at the top of what her friends
were going to do after college. It wasn`t even at the bottom of their list. It made no
lists at all. In fact, it made no sense to them at all.
Her friends never considered her to be religious fanatic. They didn`t even consider her
to be religious. They knew she had an open mind. In fact, they knew she had open legs--at
least as far as her boyfriend was concerned.
Colleen never talked about sex. She was shy about what she and Brad were doing, even
among her friends. Her body was obedient to voices she had heard since childhood.
Then something happened. She remembered the exact moment, as if the time, place and
circumstances were tattooed on her skin.
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