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It took a moment for Harold to recover from his surprise. He swalloweddrylysand said, "So, I guess we meet again." She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, seeminglyunconcerned over her partial nudity. She made no attempt to cover herselfat all. "I remember you from the crowd at the vollyball game. When I lostmy top I was embarassed as hell, but I was going to be damned if I'd letanyone see that. I saw every male in the crowd was drooling, but when Ilooked around and saw you... there was something else in your eyes. Youlooked so incredibly sad." "I didn't know it showed." Harold mumbled. "I was... well... thinkingjust about the same thing as everybody else." He turned red and averted hiseyes in shame. "Oh, I know that." she replied matter-of-factly "I've been gettinglooks like that since I was twelve years old. I'm used to getting stared atand hit on a lot, so I just learned to deal with it without getting mad.Actually, it does a lot for my ego. I don't know what it was, though, butyou really stood out in that crowd, at least to me. I've always been goodat picking up feelings." "And you felt sorry for me." Harold said baldly. He should have knownhe had misinterpreted that look. "When our eyes met that time, I almostthought, well..." She smiled and patted a place on the bed next to her. "Why not comeover here and sit down? You can't be too comfortable all curled up in aball in the corner." Harold sighed and got up painfully. She was right. It wasn't toocomfortable. He sat on the bed about two feet away from her. It tookconsiderable effort to keep his eyes off her chest. He was surprised tofind his mouth had gone dry and his heart was pounding. "Um, can I ask aquestion?" "Sure" She answered. "If you were so, um, embarassed when you lost your top earlier, whyaren't you wearing it now?" "Because it's uncomfortable. The damn string's been digging into myneck all day and it's sore as hell." she lifted her hair up and showed hima red weal as the base of her neck. "I should have worn a nice, sensabletank top. And I was embarassed because I got caught by surprise. OtherwiseI wouldn't have cared. I'm not ashamed of my body at all. Does this botheryou?" "No." Harold said quickly. Then he reconsidered. "Well, a little." "See?" she smiled, "I told you you might like it better with the lightoff." "Oh, not at all." Harold said hurredly, "They're definitely worthlooking at." then he winced, realizing what he said. "I mean, YOU'REdefinitely worth-" But she was laughing, a very pretty sound indeed. She waved him off,"I know what you meant. I'm flattered, really. You know, red's your color."she said, making Harold blush even harder. "But that's nasty of me." The talk died off and the silence stretched between them like putty asthey both sat alone with their thoughts. Finally she said, almost shyly,"You know, I didn't entirely feel sorry for you. You're not that badlooking." Harold looked at her wonderingly. She moved over until she wasright next to him. "Don't get me wrong, you're no Tom Selleck or anything,but I decided a long time ago that most of the really good looking guys aretoo hung up on themselves to give a woman the attention she wants. You seemreally nice." Her shoulder and hip pressed against his warmly. Her weight on the bedpulling him towards her, her very presence, that oh so luscious body, allburned in his mind like a red-hot firebrand. Almost without thinking, heput an arm around her shoulders. "And I think you're very beautiful. Whatelse can I say?" his other hand came up and froze, uncertainly. Her eyeslocked on his and without a word she reached up placed his hand on her barebreast. "Why say anything?" and she silenced any possible reply with an openmouthed kiss. He massaged her breast tenderly, feeling it's weight, it's smoothness,running his thumb gently over the rapidly hardening nipple. Her tonguedarted playfully into his mouth, only to retreat. Then it came out againmore slowly and met with his, intertwining in powerful intimacy that madehis head spin. Then she withdrew slowly. Ending the kiss, he ran his open mouth gently down along the line ofher jaw, to her ear, which he explored, making her giggle. He moved to herneck, taking a moment to kiss away the pain of the weal there, beforemoving farther down. Nor was she idle while he did this. Her hands ran along his sides, upunder his shirt, exploring. Then she reached down and undid his pants,reaching inside to caress his blossoming erection with a light, tinglingtouch. He had moved down to her chest now, and he roamed freely with histongue, using a feathery touch that made her shiver. Around and around thecurving softness of her breast, finally centering on the fully erectnipple, which he plunged into his mouth, sucking gently. Again and again hedid this, finally moving over to the other side. His hands explored herback, her sides, her thighs, moving with smooth surety. With a sigh she reclined back onto the bed, grasping the zipper on hercut-offs and pulling it down slowly. The fabric parted gladly, afterstraing all day to hold together, and golden feathery pubic hair pokedthrough the gap, glimmering faintly in the light from the dresser lamp. Shegrasped the sides of the shorts and pulled them down over her long legs,finally kicking them off onto the floor. Harold was not surprised at all tosee she wore no underwear. With a great sigh she stretched out on the bed,glorious in her nakedess. Harold could only stare until she looked back athim and said, "Well...?" He hesitated for the slightest of instances. Something deep inside hismind gibbered. This is just like before, it said. Get out of here now. Getout before you humiliate yourself again! Now, fool! And he almost listened. Almost, until something much older andstronger took control of his thoughts and squashed the voice completely.All doubt dissappeared as he stripped off all his clothes, put the lightout, and climbed onto the bed. "Why did you turn off the light?" she asked in a breathy voice. "Why not? Habit, I guess." he replied, turning his attentions back toher. Suddenly he stopped, "I just realized, I don't know your name." "I was wondering when you would get around to that." she said. "I'mJulie." "Pleased to meet you, Julie. I'm Harol... Harry." On a moment ofwhimsey, he added, "Would you have dinner with me tomorrow night?" "Sure." She replied, "But right now let's fuck." And they both brokeup laughing. But the laughter quickly faded as Harry returned to the matter athand. With his mouth and hands he continued to explore the soft curves ofher body, her hips, her navel, slowly, inexhorably moving towards onedefinite spot. His fingers playfully toyed with her pubic hair as he movedhis tongue slowly up along her inner thigh. Her breathing had speeded upnoticably as she bent her knees and spread her legs. Harry settled himselfdown with his face between her thighs. His fingers pulled aside the labia,exposing the delicate folds of flesh within. Gently he began to probeinside with his tongue. Her breathing became even more rapid and her hips began to move up anddown in sensuous rhythem. His tongue explored deeper until he found what hewas looking for, the fleshy knob of the clitoris. His nose pressed hardagainst her pube, he circled the clitoris gently, over and over again. Thenhe would flick it playfully with the tip of his tongue, then caress itwarmly. Her gasps became moans, first breathy, then louder as her hips movedeven more violently. She ran one hand through his hair while pressing theother against her mouth in a futile attempt to stifle the noise. "Oh God,"she moaned, "That feels so goooood..." Harry would have said something in reply, but it was bad manners totalk with your mouth full. Not that it would be full much longer. Her moans had become cries thatshe was powerless to silence. Her hips moved so violently that he had adifficult time keeping his tongue where it belonged and he held onto herthighs to keep her steady. The more excited she became, the farther herclit poked out of its fleshy covering, and the easier it was to torment it.Then her cries suddenly silenced as every muscle in her body locked and herhips rose high off the bed, carrying Harry with them. For a timeless secondshe remained like that, every muscle quivering in an explosive orgasm,before settling back on the bed with a mighty groan. Wow, he thought. Cindi never got off like that. Experimentally heprobed with his tongue again. She almost jumped off the bed. "No! Stop,please... No more..." she pleaded in an exhausted whisper. Slowly Harryuncurled himself and crawled up to rest beside her. He ran a hand along herskin, which was cold and beaded with sweat. She rolled onto her side andthrew an arm around him, burying her face in his chest. She was shakinglike a leaf. He hugged her tight to him until the trembling subsided. Finally she said "That was good." She ran a hand down to his belly tohis penis. His erection had wilted, and she began to massage some life backinto it. It was not long at all before he was hard again, and she ran herfingers tantalizingly along the length of his hard-on. She rolled onto herback again, pulling him on top of her with surprising strength. "I wantyou. Now!" The little man spoke up in his mind again, telling him he was walkinginto disaster, but Harry ignored it as she guided his penis into her. Hethrust deep, and she gasped. "Still touchy." she breathed into his ear. He thrust again and again, in and out, as her hips moved in time withhis own. With one hand he supported himself while the other ran along herside, feeling her body. Her mouth met his in a deep kiss. Too soon, much too soon, he felt the pleasure building. It mountedhigher and higher, until he knew he was going to come. He rested for amoment until it died back, but it returned with twice the ferocity as soonas he began pumping again. He tried to will it back, to force it down, butthe pleasure quickly grew out of control. He groaned through clenched teethat an explosion of pleasure as his seed shot into the warm depths of herbody. She held him tight as the echoes faded and Harold began to relax. As the pleasure faded, fear replaced it. Now was the moment of truth.Was she going to accept him or explode with rage? He pulled out and laydown beside her, trembling slightly. She noticed something was wrong right away. "What is it?" "Nothing." he mumbled. "Don't give me that. You just withdrew into yourself like a turtle ina shell. What are you afraid of?" He swallowed hard "I thought you might get mad. Because... because Icouldn't last very long. I was premature." "What are you talking about?" she asked, "That was fantastic! Ihaven't got off that hard in a long time. What-" Suddenly an idea began toform. "Harry, what was it you were so upset about when you first came inhere?" Harold told her about Cindi. It took much coaxing to get the wholetruth out, as the pain had not diminished after all. After he finished, she was silent for a long time. Finally she said,"I almost can't believe somebody could do that to another person. Almost. Iknow Cindi. She's pretty fuckin' shallow and self-centered. How on earthdid you ever get tangled up with her anyway?" "I don't know." Harold said in a flat, lifeless voice. "I used tothink she was something special. I was in love. I thought she loved me." "I don't think the bitch knows what love is." Julie thought for a longmoment. "There's only one thing to do. We're going to have to get you overthis little problem of yours. And I think I know just the person to doit." Harold lifted his head up to stare at her outline in the darkness."You know somebody who can fix it?" "This guy can fix anything. He knows more about sex than Dr. Ruth.He'll know what to do. And then you can show that bitch what's what." "I don't know..." Harold began doubtfully. "You don't have to know." she concluded for him. "I do." They lay together for a long time. Finally she said, "Ready foranother one?" "Another what?" Harold asked innocently. "Come on, now. You've had plenty of time to recover." She beganstroking his penis, which was beginning to swell. "See what I mean?" He felt the heat returning as he caressed her breast. "Well, if youinsist..." "Of course I insist. You know what they say." "No, what do they say?" Harold asked as he moved on top of her. "It's usually better the second time around..." And it was. 6 Sunday. Squirrel Heights. By noon, the temperature hit 100 degrees.The misery at the boarding house was more acute than usual, as hangoversdidn't mix with the heat at all. Also, because about five times as manypeople as usual had spent the night there, the place needed a good airingout. Especially the front room... --- Michael Wilburn was fifty one years old and solidly built. Thoughbalding, his hair showed not a trace of gray and there was a mischeviousgleam in his eye when he smiled that showed that he had not yet surrenderedto his years and probably never will. He was handsome in an offhanded sortof way, and had an easy, outgoing matter. He had once been an economicsprofessor at the local university, until he decided to apply some of histheories to the stock market and found himself comfortably rich within ayear. Students who once avoided his classes like the plague now begged himto return to teaching. He always got quite a laugh out of that. Despitesome trepidation when Julie had introduced them, Harold was surprised tofind he liked Michael almost immediately. They sat at opposite ends of a study on the third floor, Harold in aratty old easy chair, Michael crosslegged on a small pile of pillows. Theair in the room was leaden, stiflingly hot. The only light streamed inthrough a half-shuttered window and striped the floor between them. Haroldwiped sweat off his brow every few minutes, but his host seemed affectednot at all by the heat. Opening up to a stranger is always hard, but hope forced Harold along.Haltingly at first, then more freely with Michael's gentle prodding, hetold the whole tale. Strange, but it was much easier than the previousnight he had told it to Julie in bed. He began to wonder if maybe hismanhood wasn't really in question after all. After Harold was finished, there was silence for a long time. Michaelsat with his eyes closed, digesting information, perhaps. Finally, hespoke. "I see your problem, but I don't think you do. Control is not the realproblem here. You, sir, are attempting to define yourself by your sexualability." Harold gaped at him for a long moment. "I don't understand." "Simple. This Cindi person did nothing more than verbally assault yourabilities in bed. A painful experience, yes, but not one that shouldtrigger such a deep depression unless a problem already existed. You areplacing far more emphasis on sex than is healthy for you. Tell me, howwould you feel if I told you Julie was married?" Harold felt an icy hand clutch his heart as he shivered in thesweltering heat. "She-she is? But what happened last night..." "Well, she's separated, actually. She had planned a reconciliationlast night at the party, but her husband never showed up. She just learnedthis morning that he was in the emergency room at Central hospital with ahernia. I believe the police have taken an interest in the matter, for somestrange reason. All this could have had something to do with whathappened." And she had never said a word about it, while Harold had blubbered allover the place about his own problems. Michael interrupted his thoughts. "But you did not answer my question.Does it bother you that she has a marriage she is trying to reconcile?" The words were like nails being hammered into Harold's heart. "Well...shit. I guess it does..." "Why?" Michael asked mildly. Taken aback, Harold replied, "Well... after what happened last night Iwas hoping I'd found... She's an incredible woman." "Whom you've known only a few hours." Michael finished for him. "Whatyou found was a chance to redeem yourself, and, from what you've told me,you've done that admirably. You've totally disproved everything this Cindiperson told you, yet still you are not happy. You believe that gaining theability to postpone orgasm is the only thing that will confirm yourmanhood." His next words were emphasized so as to avoid any chance ofmisunderstanding: "Bullshit." Harold blinked rapidly "I don't understand." Michael sighed. "Harold, my boy, the only person in the world who canconfirm your manhood is you. What is the definition of manhood, anyway?I've heard many definitions, and few of them have anything to do withsex." "But..." Harold stammered, still confused. "You won't help?" Michael was about to say he didn't think Harold needed any. Then heclosed his mouth and thought a moment. Harold probably wouldn't listen.Michael sensed something in this young man, something he didn't see veryoften. Harold was obviously very intelligent, as well as in a lot of pain.He could get a lot out of life if he ever got the courage to crawl out fromunder his rock of self-pity. All he really needed was the right kind ofguidance, and Michael never had been one to resist trying to help. "I may help." Michael said at last. "How far are you willing to go?" "Well..." Harold thought for a moment, more confused than ever. "As...far as I have to." he finally replied. Michael stared at him for a long time, taking his measure. Finally, hesighed. "Very well. I have a vacant room you may stay in. You will need tomove your belongings there. The room and board will be free of charge, atleast for now." He leaned forward again. "Your life is going to changedrastically. Just remember what you said." Harold swallowed hard. He was no longer confused. He was frightened. 7 Two weeks passed. They passed slowly, but hardly peacefully. Thedaytime temperature remained in the 100's, and things were heating up inmore ways than one: The Willyville Nudist Society, despite warnings from the police,persisted in their activities. Walks, swims, gardening, any outdooractivity that could be was performed in the nude in the scorching sunshine.After the first fifty busts or so, the police decided it was a lost causeand just ignored the whole thing. After all, they still had theair-conditioner thieves to catch. The nudists were easy to spot even withtheir clothes on, as they had tans so deep they bordered on sunburns. Butthen a medical segment on the local news mentioned something that put thewhole thing into a new light... Skin cancer. Terror spread through the naturist community as fast as the phonecould carry the news, and the next day the Willyville Nudist Societydisbanded, only to be replaced by the Willyville Overcoat Society. That'sright, every single one of the ex-nudists were bundled up in long coats andlarge hats every time they set foot outside. Within 48 hours the hospitalsreported 19 cases of heat stroke. The doctors and nurses of the Willyvillemedical community were beginning to wish they had the luxury of taking longoverdue vacations... On a more positive note, the Willyville air conditioner crime waveended in a rather spectacular way. Elmo Burns had taken a sick day from thesawmill and was busily enjoying X-rated videotapes in the privacy of hisown home (as was his constitutional right) when he heard strange noisescoming from the direction of the air-conditioner. Already suspicious, hepulled up his pants, grabbed his over-and-under shotgun, went out the frontdoor, and snuck around to the back of the house. Sure enough, there was aman standing on a short stepladder, trying to lever the air-conditionerloose with a crowbar. Obviously, he thought Elmo was away at work,overlooking Elmo's Ford 4X4 sitting square in the driveway. Elmo figuredthat the subtle approach would just be wasted on someone this dumb, so heannounced his presence by letting the would-be thief have it right in theass with both barrels at close range. Elmo's shotgun had been loaded with hand-made shells containing, notbuckshot, but rock salt and bacon rinds, which had been his daddy'ssolution for kids who stole crops from the fields. The attack was notlethal, but the crook was still quite immobilized (to say the least) whenthe police arrived. The detective in charge of the thefts saw that a goldenopportunity had arisen to bring this mess to a halt once and for all. Hetook the wounded thief downtown instead of to the hospital and directly toan interrogation room. There, being held down on a hard wooden chair by twoburly officers, it took the screaming thief less than fifteen seconds todecide to roll over on the rest of his gang. Within the hour they were allrounded up, along with a small warehouse full of air conditioners, whichhad turned out to be a bit harder to fence that they anticipated. The chief of police announced the news from the steps of City Hall toa cheering crowd of over a thousand sweating theft victims. But there wasone small snag. Somebody asked when the air conditioners would be returnedto their anxious owners. The chief paused for a second, swallowed hard,then confessed that they would all have to be held over as evidence for thetrial--which was scheduled to begin in six weeks. The riot that ensued would best be left to the reader'simagination... --- "Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Michael crooned, sittingcrosslegged in the middle of the floor. "Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Harold aped, sitting in anidentical position in across from him. "Repeat after me." Michael said quietly. "Owha..." "Owha..." "Tajer..." "Tajer..." "Kiyam." "Kiyam." "Now repeat the whole thing." Michael said. "Ohwa... Tajer... Kiyam..." Harold droned, eyes closed. Michael got up a bit stiffly, and said, "I'll be back in a fewminutes. Keep repeating this, a little faster each time, until I return."and closed the door quietly behind him. He limped down to the kitchen (thatlotus position gets harder on the knees every year) and grabbed a couplebeers. As expected, when he got back, Harold was not chanting. Instead heglared at Michael with all the indignity he could muster. "Very funny." Michael sat in the recliner. "That, my dear boy, was the TibetianMantra for Self Realization." He grinned, "Sorry, I just couldn't resist.Besides, if you really were a jerk, you would have still been chanting whenI got back, and then I'd have *known* there was no hope for you." Harold glared a moment longer, then they both broke up laughing.Wiping a tear from his eye, Harold said, "Still, it was a cheap shot." Michael leaned forward, offering Harold a beer. "Actually, it wasintended to illustrate a serious point. To wit: just because you've fooledyourself into believing something, that doesn't mean it's true." Harold popped the top on the can, which promptly foamed into his lap."Shit." he grunted, looking around for a towel. "You mean I've been wastingmy time this last two weeks with all this meditation stuff?" "Not at all. You are becoming quite adept at controlling yourvoluntary reactions and senses. You haven't complained about the heat hereat all for the last several days." Now that Harold thought about it, hereally wasn't feeling the heat at all. Michael continued, "In fact, I'venever seen anyone advance so fast. No, I'd say you're well on your way toconquering your ejaculation problem. It's your other problem I'm reallyconcerned about." "Oh? And just what problem is that?" Harold asked suspiciously. "I think you know what I'm talking about. Your insistance that youdefine your sexual abilities by the ability to postpone orgasm. I thinkyou're going to find that that doesn't mean very much in the real world.What you're really lacking is confidence and self-knowledge. You need toknow your capabilites and trust in them in order to BE capable. Being ableto have intercourse as long as you like is a fine thing, but you're goingto find that not that many women are going to be impressed by that abilityalone." Harold was shaken. "You mean this isn't going to solve my problem?" Michael rolled his eyes upwards. "At last he begins to see the light.I talked to Julie the other day and she says-" "You've talked to her?" Harold interrupted anxiously. "Where is she?How's she doing?" "Calm down, calm down. She's doing fine, she just has a few things towork out. She actually called to see how you're doing. Apparently thatnight you shared together has affected her as strongly as it did you." Harold's eyes became dreamy "Wow." "Anyway," Michael continued drily, "as I was saying, Julie commentedthat your abilities were quite remarkable. Yet you persist in believingthat you are inadequete, just because one person told you that you were.That shows a very serious lack of self confidence. Do you see what I'msaying?" Harold thought it over a long moment. "Maybe... But how do I get thisconfidence?" "You have to know yourself." Michael concluded. "And doing this is notthe easiest thing in the world. You have to go out and do things. You haveto explore. If you just sit around being a mass of untapped potential thenyou will never know what that potential is. You cannot be confident insomething you do not know." "Okay," Harold said, a bit confused, "So what's all this got to dowith what's going on right now?" "I'm glad you asked. I think it's time we tested some of thatpotential right now." Michael got up and opened the door. "Diane," hecalled. A moment later one of the most stunning women Harold had ever seenin his life walked in. "Harold, this is Diane. Diane, Harold." Diane offered her hand and Harold took it briefly. "Hello, Harold."she said, in a low, husky voice. She stood about six inches shorter than hedid, and had a lithe, well-proportioned body. Harold felt almost helplessto prevent his eyes from travelling downward, from her shoulder-lengthauburn hair to small, pert breasts contained in a red tank-top to long,tanned legs, very well set off by her rather brief white shorts. Suddenly,self-consciously, he jerked back up where her beautiful hazel eyes met hisin a penetrating gaze. She slipped her hand from his and walked over to thewindow, hips swaying just the right amount to hold his attention captive.Then she turned back to him and stood there, one hand on cocked hip, fixinghim again with that gaze. Harold swallowed hard and shoved one hand in his pocket, to concealthe bulge that was growing there. There was nothing physically remarkableabout this woman. All her power and sexuality was in the way she moved, theway she held herself. As Tom had often said: "It's not what you got so muchas how you show it." A wave of pure lust swept over Harold. He wanted thiswoman more than any he had ever seen in his life, yet her self assurnacefrightened him, as if telling him this was more woman that he could everhandle. Then Michael cleared his throat and the spell snapped. Diane relaxedand became a mere mortal again, leaning against the windowframe andgrinning like someone who had just played a grand joke. Harold felt as ifhe had been doused with cold water from the inside out and the bulge in hispants quickly receded. He swallowed drily. "That's... some act." "Thanks." She said, her voice now quite ordinary. "I always get a kickout of doing that. Before I came here, guys used to ignore me in droves.Now I can get 'em drooling any time I please. I don't do it very often, butit's nice to know that I can." "Diane came here about four years ago." Michael said, in his bestcollege professor voice. "Her circumstances weren't all that different fromyours, in fact. She felt she had all kinds of faults and deficiencies, buther biggest problem was that she simply didn't know herself. Under myguidence, she quickly learned who she really was and what she could do." Heturned to her and asked, "What was it you were doing before you came here?I forget." She appeared to ponder it for a moment. "Oh, yeah. I almost forgotabout it. I was waitressing down at Ptomaine Palace for minimum wage andliving with this guy who would slap me around because he said sex with mewas 'boring'. Finally the fucker ran off, leaving me with a lease Icouldn't afford to pay. My fondest fantasy is to track him down someday andput his ass in the hospital." A feral gleam suddenly appeared in her eyeand Harold felt a chill running down his spine. "Anyway, after the landlordthrew me out a friend introduced me to Michael. After hearing my story hegave me free room and board for as long as I needed it, and lectures everyday. After a while I quit resenting it and started to really listen to whathe was telling me. Now, in a couple months I'll be starting my junior yearat the university with a major in Engineering. And I owe it all toMichael." "Bullshit." Michael growled, sitting back down in his recliner. "Youowe it all to yourself. I just gave you a kick in the ass that got itstarted. No excuse for letting yourself go to hell like that. None at all."He paused for a moment. "Do you still want to do this?" She looked Harold up and down appraisingly. "Sure. Might beinstructive all around." Harold suddenly felt very alone and outnumbered. And a little worried."Um, somebody want to let me in on this?" "Well," she said, walking over to Harold, "Mikey and I had a littletalk last night, and I had this idea to, you know, prove just how far alongyou had come in conquering your little problem." She placed a hand onHarold's shoulder and traced it, feather light, down his shirtfront to hisbelt buckle, which she hooked a finger into and tugged gently. Harold swallowed hard, wondering just how far he had gotten over hishead here. He looked over at Michael. Michael, who had winced visibly at"Mikey," simply looked back and said nothing. No help there. So he turned back to Diane. "Um, you mean here? Right now?" "Sure." she said, tugging on his buckle again. "Why not?" Then she was rubbing up against him, her arms around his neck. Theirmouths met in a long, breathtaking kiss. Harold's cock was as stiff as arailroad spike, and it didn't help that Diane was grinding her hips againsthis. She broke the kiss and ran her tongue slowly along Harold's jawline.Planting little kisses along his neck, she slowly slid down his front,maintaining maximum contact with her hands a body all the way. When she wason her knees, her face level with his crotch, she began to work at his beltbuckle. Oh, jeez, Harold thought, as he looked around frantically. Michael wasstill watching, only his expression was intent. Harold got the distinctfeeling he was being *studied*. Diane got Harold's belt unbuckled, undid the snap, and pulled thezipper down. A white bulge immediately poked through, as his erectionstrained to be free of his shorts. His pants fell to his ankles with ajingle of change as Diane placed a hand on his covered bulge, massaging itgently while she looked up into his eyes. Harold already felt waves ofmassive pleasure surge up from his groin. She put her mouth over the tip ofthe bulge and exhaled gently. Harold clearly felt the heat of her breath onhis cock, and moaned imperceptibly. Then she grabbed the waistband of his briefs and began to slowly pullthem down, uncovering his erection inch by agonizing inch. The pounding inhis cock was matched by the pounding in his head as he felt the elasticdrag down along the length of his penis. Then he was free, his cock standing stiffly erect for all the world tosee. He glanced over at Michael, but Michael didn't seem to be asinterested in the action as he was in Harold's face. Then Harold forgot allabout him as Diane extended her tongue and ran it up along his cock. Then, without warning, she plunged it into her mouth. All the way in.While Harold wasn't exceptionally large, he had still never met a woman whocould deep throat him before. The feeling was nothing short of amazing, asthe warm, slick wetness of her mouth enveloped his entire cock. The feelingwas intensely erotic, and Harold closed his eyes with a moan and rolled hiships as he prepared to explode into her mouth. A sudden, hard slap rocked his face. Shocked, he opened his eyes tostare at Michael, who had bounded off his chair and stood just behindDiane. "Harold," he said quietly, "if you ejaculate in her mouth, she willbite your penis off." At that moment, he felt a brief, sharp pain at the base of his cock asshe dug her teeth in very slightly, just as a hint, before resuming hersucking with double the intensity. Cold horror gripped Harold's heart. He had been a fraction of a secondaway from coming before Michael slapped him, but the slap had brought himwell back from the edge. Still, Diane's oral talents were nothing short ofextraordinary and it would not be very long before he was back again. Sheslid his cock in and out of her mouth while lightly caressing his ballswith one hand. The other hand slid between his legs and began to tease hisasshole with a finger. Already the pressure was beginning to build asHarold frantically thought of a way to stop it. In the midst of panic came a voice of calm. Your training, you idiot!it said. That's it! Harold replied. He began to repeat the mantras Michaelhad taught him over and over in his mind. Slowly, the real world began tofade into the distance as he entered a trance. The sensations beneath hisbelly eased to the point where he could contemplate them or dismiss themaltogether. His heart slowed and his pupils dialated as his mind entered analpha state. Within an amazingly short time he became pure ego, floating ina sea of peace and serenity. After what seemed a brief yet endless time his hindbrain became awarethat something changed and he resurfaced to conciousness, gazing atMichael's gently smiling face. Harold looked down and saw that Diane hadstopped, and was sitting at his feet, massaging her jaw. "Jeez." she said, "Thirty fucking minutes. Nobody's ever outlasted mebefore." She looked up at him ruefully. "Mister, you are nothing short ofamazing." Laughing, Michael clapped Harold hard on the back, almost making himtrip over his pants. He quickly pulled them up and refastened them. "Well,my boy," Michael said, "I guess I'd pronounce you cured, at least by yourown standards." Harold stood there, amazed. "I.. guess I really did it. I neverthought I would." "I had no doubt." Michael said. "You have found one solution to yourproblem. Not the best one, in my opinion, but a solution all the same. Withpractice you shall find others, I'm sure." Harold helped Diane to her feet. He looked her in the eye and asked,"Would you really have...?" She just smiled and said nothing. Harold gulped and looked over at Michael. "Would she have?" Michael just shrugged. "Beats me. And I suppose I should know ifanybody would. After all, she's my wife." Harold's jaw dropped open. It stayed that way for a moment, untilDiane reached up and gently closed it. "You look cute when you're shocked."she admitted. Then she gently tugged him towards the door. "What are you doing?" he asked, still flabberghasted. "I think we can find a more suitable place to finish what westarted..." "But... but..." he looked over at Michael helplessly. Michael just shrugged again, palms up. "She does as she wishes. And Iwouldn't have it any other way. You have passed an important hurdle today,and a difficult one. You deserve a reward. Enjoy yourself. Both of you." Harold was silenced, at least long enough for Diane to drag him out ofthere and to his well-earned reward. And what a reward it was! 8 In order to prevent an armed revolt by the citizenry, the mayor didthe only thing he could. He promised to drop all charges against theair-conditioner thieves on the condition they would return all the stolenproperty. They hastily agreed, considering that an armed mob waited outsidethe building to hear their decision. Since there would be no trial, all theair-conditioners were returned immediately to their sweating, cheeringowners and the mayor became a guaranteed shoo-in for the next election. The chief of police, who was recuperating in the hospital from aconcussion sustained during the previous day's riot, went on record sayinghe would live just as long and die just as happy if he "never heard theword 'air-conditioner' again." Though the thieves managed to save their lives by returning the loot,there was still a slight feeling of resentment against them in Willyville.Since the police had no reason to hold them anymore, they were thrown outof the station and right into the arms of the raving crowd. Within the hour, the entire gang had been tarred and feathered.Julie's husband was among them, and Julie herself took great pleasure inassisting with the tarring and feathering, but not before getting him tosign the divorce papers. She watched as the gang was run out of town on arail, Elmo Burns assisting with his shotgun and a generous supply of his"special" shells. A tear trickled down her cheek and she wiped it awayabsently. An unpleasant chapter in her life had just closed, and she knewbetter things lay ahead. The next day, Bob Katt, fresh from a long vacation in the Yukon,returned once more to the KNUT Newsroom. Since the studio air-conditioninghad been restored, he was appeared fully dressed, bringing the best newsWillyville had heard in a long, long time. The high-pressure front that had been stagnating over the whole areafor the last five weeks had finally weakened its hold and a storm front wasmoving in, bringing massive thunderclouds, rain, and COOLERTEMPERATURES!!!! A massive roar rose over the town as every man, woman, and childcheered. Bob was later nominated for sainthood by the local church. Hepolitely declined, saying that one Church of "Bob" was enough... --- Harold knew the moment of truth had come. There was no denying it, andputting it off would only make things worse. He had talked to Julie, whounderstood completely. Diane said, "Go for it!" Michael objected, sayingthat Harold was still placing way too much emphasis on his sexual ability,but acquiesced eventually when he saw just how determined Harold was. There comes a time when one has to face one's fears, either to defeatthem or succumb forever. But to avoid the test is to avoid oneself. On thiseven Michael had to agree. Harold swallowed hard, picked up the phone, and started dialing. --- The moon poured in through the open window, flooding the bedroom withan eerie half light. The air was warm, a pleasant 75 degrees. Perfecttemperature for nudity. Cindi settled back on the pillow with a satisfiedsigh of pleasure not yet faded to memory. Harold still kneeled on the bedbetween her knees, his erection pounding almost painfully against hisbelly. The moonlight spilled across her nude, fluid form, and he lovinglyeyed her firm, small breasts, still hard nippled in the aftermath of herorgasm. His eyes roamed down her smooth, taut belly to the wiry mass of herpubic hair, where he had but moments ago spent so much time carefully andartistically bringing her to a powerful climax. Whatever else you could sayabout his performance in the sack, he knew how to give head. It was one ofthe skills he was especially proud of. It used to be all he was proud of. Harold leaned forward, placing his hands on the bed on either side ofher. He kissed her fully and deeply as he gently lowered his weight ontoher. For a moment they simply lay there, as he savored the full bodycontact, the feel of her naked skin against his own. Then he raised hiships and she gently guided him into her. For Harold, at least, no sensation in the world could ever compare tothe warm, slinky feeling of penetration. He thrust deep, and her hips movedin response. His excitement towered to new heights, and his balls ached forrelease. Take it slow, take it slow. He kissed her again and ran his handalong her side, from thigh to shoulder, feeling, touching, loving. He began to pump in a slow sinuous rhythem, her hips moving with his.Her legs raised and locked around his waist as her hands moved along hisback. Her breathing became short and rapid, and Harold knew she wasbuilding to another orgasm. With each thrust, his own pleasure mounted to anew height until finally he poised, breathless, at the brink. Too soon, toosoon... And then he remembered. The mantra began to slowly run through hishead, and he felt the pleasure fade as he began to distance himself fromwhat he was doing. His whole body seemed to shift into an altered state,one of total control. Beneath him, Cindi froze for a moment, perhaps in amazement that hehadn't come yet, and then she became fluid again, moving and twisting insynch with his own movements. Her breathing became rougher and louder,first becoming gasps, then cries. Harold continued to pump mechanically allthe while. Cindi wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into hisback. Her hips bucked and humped, grinding against his pubic bone withevery thrust. Finally, her body tensed as her moans became a breathlessshriek of ultimate pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her. Gasping, shebegged Harold to stop, but he wasn't listening, and a moment later she feltherself building up to another orgasm. Once again her body locked and shesqueezed him hard enough to bruise ribs as the pleasure exploded in her,twice as powerful as before. By now Cindi was beyond amazement and innirvana. And then she felt herself building up to a third... Forty mind-blowing minutes later, Harold decided to release the holdhe had on his senses and ejaculated, pumping his seed into her with arather disappointing spasm that might technically count as an orgasm. Hepulled himself out and flopped on the bed beside her, exhausted. His backand stomach muscles ached miserably and his dick felt like it had beenrubbed with sandpaper, especially around the base. He turned over to Cindi,who was laying on her back with her legs still apart, eyes glazed, mumblingincoherently. He began to wonder if he had done her permanent damage. It was another fifteen minutes before she returned to reality. Shepromptly rolled over and clamped onto Harold for dear life. "Oh, God!" shegasped hoarsely, "That was unbelievable! How..." Harold grinned, trying to pry himself loose so he could breathe. "Oh,I've learned a few things." "I'll say you have! Jesus, I'll be sore for a week! I've never *ever*had a ride like that before." A cool breeze suddenly blew in through the window and they both fellsilent, in respect for nature's sudden benevolence. Then Harold got up andbegan to pull on his clothes. Cindi continued talking, oblivious toeverything but herself, as usual. "You know, I really didn't mean to be sohard on you before, but what's a girl to do? I mean, it's the man's job tosatisfy her and if he can't do it... well..." "Uh huh." Harold said, zipping up his pants. He began to look aboutfor his shirt. "Anyway," she continued, "I thought maybe if I gave you a littleincentive, you might find some way to shape up. And boy, did you ever! Allthose guys I saw after I left you... they couldn't hope to match what youdid tonight." "Izzat so?" Harold said, finding his shirt hanging on the curtain rod."Lots of different guys, huh?" "Well... you know." she said coyly. "They really didn't mean anythingto me anyway. They were just random flings, even the guy you saw me with atthe party. I always, well, cared for you somehow. You have this sort ofstumbling, immature charm that I always found appealing. You just needed todo some growing up and I'm so glad I finally decided to make you do it." "Yep, you sure made me do some growing." Harold said, pulling on hisshoes. "In fact, that was precisely what I wanted to show you tonight." "When you called me this morning and said you wanted a chance to showme how much you improved I was, well, a little dubious. In fact, I calledFrank and Tony and kinda set up a backup date in case you... frustrated meagain." She closed her eyes and sighed luxuriously. "But you sure didn't.I've never been so satisfied in my entire life." "I'm glad to hear it." Harold said. He was fully dressed now, and satdown on the edge of the bed. "This was just something I felt I needed todo. But now-" "I know, I know." she interrupted. "You want us to get back togetheragain. You are so predictable! Well, until tonight I really wasn't sure,but maybe we could work something out. It couldn't be exclusive at first,at least not for me, but a few more nights like that and you might justconvince me to settle down... Hey, are you all right?" Harold seemed to be suffering from a choking fit. Finally he took hishand from over his mouth and it became obvious that he wasn't choking atall, but laughing. It was a full minute before he was able to bring itunder control and talk again. "You... you really are something else, youknow that?" He had another fit of giggles and Cindi watched him, confusedand unbelieving. He continued, "You really think... after all that... thatI'd still wanna..." and off into another burst of laughter. "What are you talking about?" she demanded, confused. "You distinctlysaid this morning you wanted another chance! I thought-" "Well, I'm sorry that was what you thought, because it wasn't what Isaid. I wanted to prove something, both to you and to myself." Suddenly hewas sober and serious again. "And I did. That was all I really wanted todo. You might as well make a date with Frank and Tony for tomorrow night,because as far as I'm concerned, we have no reason to see each other everagain." Cindi stared at him, aghast. "What the hell are you talking about?You're in love with me, you fool! Don't you think I couldn't tell?" "Old news, my dear." Harold got up and went to the door. "Tell youwhat: If you ever learn to think about anyone but yourself, give me a call.Maybe we can work something out..." and with another burst of laughter, hewas gone. Cindi got up and ran to the window without dressing. Not caring ifanybody saw her, she leaned out and yelled, "Bullshit! You still love meand you know it! Admit it!" Her only reply was the sound of a car pulling away and slightlydemented giggles drifting on the wind, mixing with the distant rumble ofthunder. --- At 11:04 PM, the first lightning strikes were sighted over the forestnorth of town. After five weeks without rain, the woods were dry as atinderbox, and the forest service immediately summoned all the regular andvolunteer firefighters they could muster out there. The temperature droppedbelow 75 degrees for the first time in thirty-six days. Thirty minutes later, black, murderous storm clouds drifted over theWillyville area, filling the sky with a spectacular lightning display.Thunder shook the town to its foundations as virtually everybody in towncame outside to watch from their porches or doorways. By midnight the temperature dropped to 65 degrees. Harold and Juliewatched from the front porch of the boarding house as a single drop ofwater spattered in the dust at their feet. Approximately one minute later the skies opened up with all theirfury. Quarter sized raindrops hailed down in a torrent, quickly drenchingeverything in sight. The Forest Service needn't have worried. It was as ifthe sky gods were trying to make up for so many days of drought by drowningthe poor, hapless town beneath them. People whooped and hollered in thestreets, mindless of the soaking they were receiving. The hospitals wouldadmit 14 pnuemonia cases before the weekend. But right now, even the(off-duty) doctors and nurses were joining in the celebration. The people partied hard and long into the night, as temperaturesquickly plummeted. They bottomed out at 50 degrees around 2:30 AM. Thisnews was greeted by hoarse and ragged cheering. People were catching coldsalready. On the boarding house porch, Julie shivered, delighting in the chill.An arm circled around her shoulders and she looked up into Harold's eyes.Without a word, she led him into the house, past Michael, who looked onwith bland approval. Michael himself had a beer in one hand and his otherarm was around Diane's shoulders. Pretty soon, they would be going insideas well, for a more private party. It was indeed a time for celebration. The heat was finally over.

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