John Romero - Coed camp

"Come on in, Dan. I was expecting you."

Dan came in and closed the door securely behind him. His quick glance showed him that heavy curtains were drawn over her apartment windows. For a moment he stood there uncertainly. He knew why he was there, but Marsha was so cool and sophisticated that he didn't want to blow the whole scene by acting like a teenager.

Marsha relieved the situation by getting up and sliding gracefully off the bed. "I have a bottle of Riesling wine chilling on ice. Would you care for a glass?"

This is class, Dan thought. "Yes, thanks," he said. He would have said yes if Marsha had offered him strychnine.

She stepped behind the counter to the refrigerator and lifted out an ice bucket with a wine bottle sticking out the top. She set it on the counter and lifted two glasses down from a shelf.

"This is a real nice place, Marsha," be said.

"It is," she agreed. "It's tiny, but everything's convenient. I can even cook a meal on this hot plate if I don't feel like going down to the dining hall."

She poured two glasses of wine while Dan stood wondering where he should sit down. Except for the chaise lounge, there was no other chair in the bedroom. Marsha brought the glasses toward him.

"Just sit on the bed," she said, placing the glasses on the oversized bedside table. She moved the pillows around and made room for him.

He kicked his moccasins off and sat cross-legged on the bed near the edge, where he could reach his wine. Marsha sat against the headboard, facing him. She lifted her glass.

"To a pleasant summer," she said.

"To us," he responded.

She smiled. "I like that."

They sipped their wine, and then Dan said frankly, "You know, I figure I'm very lucky. You're a wonderful person, I can tell. But I can't quite figure why you-you know-invited me around right off like this, before you even get to know me."

She laughed, her melodic light laugh that he found so appealing. "It's not really that sudden, Dan. Remember, I've been in the medical field a long time. I'm thirty years old, in case you're wondering. And I've learned a lot about human nature. You're quite mature for your twenty-one years, and I can tell that you're a man who keeps his own counsel. Of course," she smiled, a frankly inviting smile, "you're a very attractive and virile-looking man, too."

Dan leaned toward her and she leaned to meet him. They kissed, a short, get-acquainted kiss.

He chuckled. "You know, the only bees-and-flowers talk I ever had with my father, he said to me, 'Son, don't ever talk about your women. It's not gentlemanly. And it's not smart.' "

"And have you had a lot of women, Dan?" Marsha asked, her warm smile broadening.

"Not really," he admitted honestly. "Very few, in fact. I guess I've been more interested in a lot of other things, sports and stuff, than in being a full-time cocksman."

"I like that," she said, and drank some wine. "Do you like this wine?"

"It's good," he said.

"Then finish it," she said.

He turned up his glass, drained it, then he put it down on the table beside hers.

"Take off your clothes," she said.

He was hardly surprised at the abrupt words. With Marsha, he felt that everything would be exciting and different. He stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes, tossing them across the chaise lounge. Then he sat back on the bed beside her, leaning against the cushions at the headboard.

She looked down at his cock, which was beginning to rise. "That's a nice tool," she said, reaching over to stroke it expertly. She circled her thumb and forefinger just behind the rim of the head and squeezed. It grew larger and harder under the warmth and pressure of her smooth fingers.

Dan put his arms about her shoulders and started to pull her into his arms, but she put a hand up against his chest and held him away.

"Slowly, Danny boy," she smiled, her blue eyes burning brightly into his. "We've got a lot of time, and we want this to be very good. When all the kids get here this weekend, we might not have many more such beautiful opportunities. You must learn to make these fortunate occasions work for you."

Dan relaxed, taking his arms from about her. He was quite willing to follow her lead; Marsha was something else!

Her hands began caressing his body. "Lie down," she said. "Remember, we were going to give you a massage."

He rolled over on his belly, his hard-on flattened between him and the midnight-blue satin bedspread. Her hands moved over his back, his neck, down over his waist and over his ass. One hand went between his thighs and moved up high, her fingertips stroking his balls, then coming up to tickle his asshole. He quivered all over. Her caressing hands slid on down the back of his thighs, over his calves, and-*strange sensation-*he felt her smooth cheek against his ankles as she leaned far down. Then as her hands moved back up his body, he felt her soft lips gliding lightly over his skin as well. When she reached his ass, he felt her teeth bite lightly into his skin, and again he quivered. At that moment he would have sold his soul for Marsha.

His cock was so stiff under him now that he had the notion that it would spring him up off the bed.

She stopped and sat up.

He turned to face her, wondering what was next in store. She leaned and kissed him again, this time more lingeringly. And again he caught the subtle musky scent that excited him so.

"Go pour us some more wine, Danny," she said. She turned from him and clicked on her radio to an FM, all music station. Soft mood music came, permeating the sealed-in atmosphere of the room.

Dan slid off the bed, his cock throbbing heavily in front of him as he picked up the empty wine glasses and went behind the counter. She looked at his wide shoulders and trim waist admiringly.

When he turned back toward the bed with the two wine glasses in his hands, Marsha lay naked on the blue spread, and the light had been turned down even lower. Dan caught his breath. He walked slowly toward her, and she watched him, her eyes shadowed but wide open. He sensed that she delighted in every sensation, from her eyes, her fingertips, her… what else? It seemed to him that his cock swelled larger than it had ever been before. It was like some sort of radar, tuning in on her vibrations.

Her eyes dropped and focused on the throbbing, pulsing rod, and she narrowed her gaze and her pink tongue came out to run across her upper lip. As he came to the bedside, she sat up sinuously, like a graceful white cat, her large smooth thighs stretching out as she straightened up. Her large melon-shaped tits swung outward, sloping a bit from their weight.

He saw that the hair covering her cunt was as platinum blonde as that on her head. Undoubtedly she bleached it with the same bleach she used on her head, and rinsed it with the same rinse. He thought she looked like a goddess. Carefully he set the full wine glasses on the bedside table. She patted the bed beside her lightly, indicating for him to sit there again.

They raised their glasses to each other, then drank deeply. Marsha reached for his glass and put it and her own down on the table. Almost in the same curving motion, she dropped her head down across his belly so that he felt her smooth blonde curls brushing against his pubic hair. And then he felt his cock being enveloped in a hot, moist mouth, with soft lips pulling and pressing around the head. Her tongue rubbed across the head and wrapped around it, flickering along the rim. Then he felt her sharp teeth biting with tender lightness into his shaft, halfway down to his balls. He felt that she was swallowing him. Involuntary quivers tremored in his belly.

Abruptly she came off him and straightened up. She picked up the two glasses of wine, handing one to him. She tilted her own, taking a deep swallow. Dan did the same, feeling that he was just following cues in this ecstatic game.