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Pure Bliss - Part 1
It was going to be one of those warm, muggy days and as the sun rose, Hebe lightly awakened from her slumber. With the sun beating against the curtain and throwing a delicate pattern on her bedroom wall, she lazily stretched beneath her silk sheets and smiled to herself.

Just before waking, she had been enjoying a recently recurring dream – an erotic and enjoyable one in which she and Arron were making mad, passionate love in her bed. As always, she had awakened, feeling somewhat frustrated, just as Arron was ready to penetrate her. That memory turned her smile to a pout and, as seemed to happen often lately, she rather wished she hadn't decided to wait for the right man. Lately, it seemed, she thought about nothing but sex in quiet moments.

None of Hebe's friends had remained virgins and they seemed to enjoy her being uncomfortable as they regaled her with tales of their sexual escapades. Half of those tales, she believed, were bullshit, but, with no experience of her own to go by, she couldn't really dismiss them outright. Still, she and Arron had been dating for a while and she felt she was deeply in love with him. Enough so that she thought she could now give herself completely to a man. Sure, in the past, she had enjoyed passionate embraces and her share of fumbling gropings, but just a week ago, as she and Arron had made out in his car, he had undone her jeans and pleasured her pussy. She shivered with pleasure at the memory and the feeling.

And now, lying in her bed with her silk sheets around her body, she thought back to that moment and realized her nipples were hardening with excitement once again. She had recently taken to sleeping naked, to further enjoy the cool feel of the silk against her skin. Thinking of Arrons' body as she had seen him several times at the beach, she took the sheet in her hands and began to pull it gently across her breasts. She sighed deeply as the silk caressed her nipples, and she realized her pussy was becoming wet with anticipation. Thinking of Arron, her eyes sparkled as she ran a hand down her belly. As she spread her legs, she slipped a long slender finger deep inside...

Across town, Arron was dealing with his own sense of frustration. He had awakened while dreaming of Hebe; awakened with a raging hard-on once again. Arron had had his share of women, but there was something about Hebe that really turned him on. He found himself thinking about her all the time and he was aching to make love to her. He badly wanted to hold her body close, large firm breasts pressed against him, smell her silky hair and look into those sexy eyes. Like Hebe, Arron had images of their time at the beach, and her bikini-clad body, imprinted in his mind.

At the moment, though, Arron was in the shower, his long thick penis in hand, stroking away his sexual frustration. He had lathered himself up with plenty of soap and, as the water rinsed away the fragrant soap, he thought of Hebe while he stroked...

At 6:30 p.m. sharp, Arron pulled up outside Hebe's apartment. They had a date to see a movie and, Arron hoped, maybe he'd see a little more afterward. He made his way to Hebe's apartment door and knocked, then was surprised when she pulled it open almost immediately.

"Hey babe," she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. As they kissed, Hebe pushed against him with the full length of her body and Arron felt an immediate stirring in his crotch as he squeezed her. After they kissed, they pulled apart and appraised each other. Oddly, they both had chosen to wear nearly identical clothing. Being that the weather had been hitting record highs, both wore lightweight cotton shorts, Hebe with a form-fitting halter top, Arron with a tight T-shirt that showed off his buff upper body. As she liked to do, Hebe stroked his cheek, then kissed him again. "You look great. Let's go."

A short drive had them at an oldies arthouse theatre, where they were to see 9 ½ Weeks, with Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger. Arron had seen the steamy flick before and he hoped Hebe would be aroused by its erotic imagery. Popcorn and Cokes in hand, they settled in at the rear of the nearly empty theatre and settled back to enjoy. As Mickey and Kim met, then became involved on-screen, Arron and Hebe held hands and watched as the stars became more and more intimate. In one scene, Basinger watched slides of art images flash past and found herself aroused; she began to fondle her breasts, then moved a hand between her legs to pleasure herself. As she did so, Arron couldn't help but notice that Hebe was rather squirming in her seat as she watched.

The movie progressed, with Mickey and Kim erotically eating food on the kitchen floor and enjoying each other's bodies. When a scene of Mickey and Kim running up flights of stairs to a clockwork room began, Arron found Hebe squeezing his hand tighter. As the pair on-screen tore at each other's clothes and fucked against a wall in the clockwork room, Hebe let out a nearly silent "wow" when she saw the pleasure in Basinger's face. She leaned to rest her head on Arrons' shoulder and he felt the stirrings of a hard-on as he watched the action.

Arron turned to kiss Hebe and she met his lips hungrily, mouth open, probing with her tongue. She put a hand behind his head to pull him close as he reached to touch the skin of her bare belly. Hebe started a little as he ran his fingers over her belly, which quickly became goosebumpy from his touch. As they continued to explore each other's mouths, Arron eased his fingers under the stretchy material of Hebe's halter top to cup a breast in his hand. As he found her nipple hardening, Hebe plunged her tongue deep into his mouth and reached to put her arms around him. Although things were awkward with the armrest between them, Arron fondled Hebe's breasts as she kissed him fiercely.

As Arron enjoyed the feeling of Hebe's nipples firming up to his touch, she ran a hand down his chest and under his T-shirt. As she touched his belly and felt his belly button, Arron felt his penis stiffen more. As she ran her fingers over his chest and touched his nipples, he hardened to his full length, his penis pushing uncomfortably against his shorts. He was glad nobody was sitting near them.

Now it was an aroused Arron who was squirming in his seat. As the light of the movie flickered over them, Arron moved his hand from Hebe's breast to touch the inside of a silky smooth thigh. As he did, Hebe stopped kissing him and pulled away a little to look into his eyes. As she looked at him, she invitingly spread her legs further; Arron moved his fingers to her crotch and touched her through the fabric. As he did so, Hebe closed her eyes and tilted her head back in pleasure.

But just as Arron was thinking, all right, she took his hand and moved it back to her breasts. He was a little disappointed, and more than a little horny, but he didn't want to turn her off. His spirits lifted quickly, though, when he realized that, as he touched her breast again, Hebe was looking at his crotch. Arron quit fondling her and spread his legs apart, so his penis pushed hard against his shorts. "Go ahead," he whispered. As Hebe looked into his eyes once again, she tentatively reached to put her hand on Arrons' shorts, feeling the stiff penis beneath. "Mmmm," he moaned a little, hoping to encourage her. It seemed to work, as Hebe began to rub him and feel with her fingers.

But then, in a classic case of bad timing, 9 ½ Weeks ended and the credits began to roll. As the handful of people in the theatre began getting up to leave, Hebe quickly removed her hand from Arron's crotch and he from beneath her halter top. "Damn," he whispered, "I was really enjoying that. Too bad you had to stop."

"I know," she whispered back. "You felt wonderful." She kissed him again. "Want to leave now?"

Still hard, Arron chuckled. "I can't go yet, babe. Gotta wait 'til this goes down." Hebe also laughed as Arron turned in his seat so nobody could see him from the aisle as the lights went up.

As they left the theatre hand in hand, Arron couldn't help but feel disappointed. He had wanted Hebe so bad and it had been the first time she touched him. Still, he felt they had made some progress toward sex. Hebe had seemed more open to him and the fact she had spread her legs so he could touch her crotch, well...

The ride back to Hebe's was a quiet one. Arron was feeling a little disappointed and a little frustrated, while Hebe was quietly dealing with feelings she was unused to. When Arron had touched her crotch in the theatre, she could feel herself getting wet and didn't want to embarrass herself by having something show on her white shorts. She could feel Arron's disappointment when she moved his hand away, but... And when she had touched his penis through his shorts, she was a little surprised at how solid he had felt. She had also been deeply surprised, and a little embarrassed, at the hot feeling that had flashed through her as she touched him. There was little doubt now, she realized, that she wanted Arron to be her first man – as unsettling a thought as that was.

Hand in hand, the couple walked from the street to Hebe's apartment door. As she dug in her purse for her key, Arron wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed the back of her neck, which was bared with her auburn hair pulled into a ponytail. As she turned the key, she squirmed around in his arms to kiss him. In a tight embrace, the pair nearly tumbled into the apartment when the door opened. Both laughed and Hebe pushed Arron away as she flipped on a hallway light. "Have a seat, I'll get us a beer."

"Sounds good," said Arron, who eyed Hebe's tight bum as she walked to her tiny kitchen. Sitting on a loveseat, Arron again felt stirrings in his crotch.

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Pure Bliss - Part 1
It was going to be one of those warm, muggy days and as the sun rose, Hebe lightly awakened from her slumber. With the sun beating against the curtain and throwing a delicate pattern on her bedroom wall, she lazily stretched beneath her silk sheets and smiled to herself.

Just before waking, she had been enjoying a recently recurring dream – an erotic and enjoyable one in which she and Arron were making mad, passionate love in her bed. As always, she had awakened, feeling somewhat frustrated, just as Arron was ready to penetrate her. That memory turned her smile to a pout and, as seemed to happen often lately, she rather wished she hadn't decided to wait for the right man. Lately, it seemed, she thought about nothing but sex in quiet moments.

None of Hebe's friends had remained virgins and they seemed to enjoy her being uncomfortable as they regaled her with tales of their sexual escapades. Half of those tales, she believed, were bullshit, but, with no experience of her own to go by, she couldn't really dismiss them outright. Still, she and Arron had been dating for a while and she felt she was deeply in love with him. Enough so that she thought she could now give herself completely to a man. Sure, in the past, she had enjoyed passionate embraces and her share of fumbling gropings, but just a week ago, as she and Arron had made out in his car, he had undone her jeans and pleasured her pussy. She shivered with pleasure at the memory and the feeling.

And now, lying in her bed with her silk sheets around her body, she thought back to that moment and realized her nipples were hardening with excitement once again. She had recently taken to sleeping naked, to further enjoy the cool feel of the silk against her skin. Thinking of Arrons' body as she had seen him several times at the beach, she took the sheet in her hands and began to pull it gently across her breasts. She sighed deeply as the silk caressed her nipples, and she realized her pussy was becoming wet with anticipation. Thinking of Arron, her eyes sparkled as she ran a hand down her belly. As she spread her legs, she slipped a long slender finger deep inside...

Across town, Arron was dealing with his own sense of frustration. He had awakened while dreaming of Hebe; awakened with a raging hard-on once again. Arron had had his share of women, but there was something about Hebe that really turned him on. He found himself thinking about her all the time and he was aching to make love to her. He badly wanted to hold her body close, large firm breasts pressed against him, smell her silky hair and look into those sexy eyes. Like Hebe, Arron had images of their time at the beach, and her bikini-clad body, imprinted in his mind.

At the moment, though, Arron was in the shower, his long thick penis in hand, stroking away his sexual frustration. He had lathered himself up with plenty of soap and, as the water rinsed away the fragrant soap, he thought of Hebe while he stroked...

At 6:30 p.m. sharp, Arron pulled up outside Hebe's apartment. They had a date to see a movie and, Arron hoped, maybe he'd see a little more afterward. He made his way to Hebe's apartment door and knocked, then was surprised when she pulled it open almost immediately.

"Hey babe," she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. As they kissed, Hebe pushed against him with the full length of her body and Arron felt an immediate stirring in his crotch as he squeezed her. After they kissed, they pulled apart and appraised each other. Oddly, they both had chosen to wear nearly identical clothing. Being that the weather had been hitting record highs, both wore lightweight cotton shorts, Hebe with a form-fitting halter top, Arron with a tight T-shirt that showed off his buff upper body. As she liked to do, Hebe stroked his cheek, then kissed him again. "You look great. Let's go."

A short drive had them at an oldies arthouse theatre, where they were to see 9 ½ Weeks, with Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger. Arron had seen the steamy flick before and he hoped Hebe would be aroused by its erotic imagery. Popcorn and Cokes in hand, they settled in at the rear of the nearly empty theatre and settled back to enjoy. As Mickey and Kim met, then became involved on-screen, Arron and Hebe held hands and watched as the stars became more and more intimate. In one scene, Basinger watched slides of art images flash past and found herself aroused; she began to fondle her breasts, then moved a hand between her legs to pleasure herself. As she did so, Arron couldn't help but notice that Hebe was rather squirming in her seat as she watched.

The movie progressed, with Mickey and Kim erotically eating food on the kitchen floor and enjoying each other's bodies. When a scene of Mickey and Kim running up flights of stairs to a clockwork room began, Arron found Hebe squeezing his hand tighter. As the pair on-screen tore at each other's clothes and fucked against a wall in the clockwork room, Hebe let out a nearly silent "wow" when she saw the pleasure in Basinger's face. She leaned to rest her head on Arrons' shoulder and he felt the stirrings of a hard-on as he watched the action.

Arron turned to kiss Hebe and she met his lips hungrily, mouth open, probing with her tongue. She put a hand behind his head to pull him close as he reached to touch the skin of her bare belly. Hebe started a little as he ran his fingers over her belly, which quickly became goosebumpy from his touch. As they continued to explore each other's mouths, Arron eased his fingers under the stretchy material of Hebe's halter top to cup a breast in his hand. As he found her nipple hardening, Hebe plunged her tongue deep into his mouth and reached to put her arms around him. Although things were awkward with the armrest between them, Arron fondled Hebe's breasts as she kissed him fiercely.

As Arron enjoyed the feeling of Hebe's nipples firming up to his touch, she ran a hand down his chest and under his T-shirt. As she touched his belly and felt his belly button, Arron felt his penis stiffen more. As she ran her fingers over his chest and touched his nipples, he hardened to his full length, his penis pushing uncomfortably against his shorts. He was glad nobody was sitting near them.

Now it was an aroused Arron who was squirming in his seat. As the light of the movie flickered over them, Arron moved his hand from Hebe's breast to touch the inside of a silky smooth thigh. As he did, Hebe stopped kissing him and pulled away a little to look into his eyes. As she looked at him, she invitingly spread her legs further; Arron moved his fingers to her crotch and touched her through the fabric. As he did so, Hebe closed her eyes and tilted her head back in pleasure.

But just as Arron was thinking, all right, she took his hand and moved it back to her breasts. He was a little disappointed, and more than a little horny, but he didn't want to turn her off. His spirits lifted quickly, though, when he realized that, as he touched her breast again, Hebe was looking at his crotch. Arron quit fondling her and spread his legs apart, so his penis pushed hard against his shorts. "Go ahead," he whispered. As Hebe looked into his eyes once again, she tentatively reached to put her hand on Arrons' shorts, feeling the stiff penis beneath. "Mmmm," he moaned a little, hoping to encourage her. It seemed to work, as Hebe began to rub him and feel with her fingers.

But then, in a classic case of bad timing, 9 ½ Weeks ended and the credits began to roll. As the handful of people in the theatre began getting up to leave, Hebe quickly removed her hand from Arron's crotch and he from beneath her halter top. "Damn," he whispered, "I was really enjoying that. Too bad you had to stop."

"I know," she whispered back. "You felt wonderful." She kissed him again. "Want to leave now?"

Still hard, Arron chuckled. "I can't go yet, babe. Gotta wait 'til this goes down." Hebe also laughed as Arron turned in his seat so nobody could see him from the aisle as the lights went up.

As they left the theatre hand in hand, Arron couldn't help but feel disappointed. He had wanted Hebe so bad and it had been the first time she touched him. Still, he felt they had made some progress toward sex. Hebe had seemed more open to him and the fact she had spread her legs so he could touch her crotch, well...

The ride back to Hebe's was a quiet one. Arron was feeling a little disappointed and a little frustrated, while Hebe was quietly dealing with feelings she was unused to. When Arron had touched her crotch in the theatre, she could feel herself getting wet and didn't want to embarrass herself by having something show on her white shorts. She could feel Arron's disappointment when she moved his hand away, but... And when she had touched his penis through his shorts, she was a little surprised at how solid he had felt. She had also been deeply surprised, and a little embarrassed, at the hot feeling that had flashed through her as she touched him. There was little doubt now, she realized, that she wanted Arron to be her first man – as unsettling a thought as that was.

Hand in hand, the couple walked from the street to Hebe's apartment door. As she dug in her purse for her key, Arron wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed the back of her neck, which was bared with her auburn hair pulled into a ponytail. As she turned the key, she squirmed around in his arms to kiss him. In a tight embrace, the pair nearly tumbled into the apartment when the door opened. Both laughed and Hebe pushed Arron away as she flipped on a hallway light. "Have a seat, I'll get us a beer."

"Sounds good," said Arron, who eyed Hebe's tight bum as she walked to her tiny kitchen. Sitting on a loveseat, Arron again felt stirrings in his crotch.

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