Family Wedding
Part Four
Written by: Cheryl Roberts

Disclaimer: See Part One

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Chapter 16

Out on the terrace, Kim leaned against the wrought-iron railing and gazed distractedly out over the courtyard. It was landscaped beautifully with lots of trees and flowers. The paths were well lit, and benches were sprinkled throughout. The courtyard led to the pool, and beyond the pool were the private bungalows. The night air was cooler than she had expected; her body temperature quickly dropped and soon she was shivering. She wished she had brought her shawl. Then, she felt a light touch in the middle of her back.

"Mm, so, Tommy, what did you think about...?" Kim turned as she spoke and found herself facing Mark. "What are you...?"

Before she knew what was happening, Mark grabbed her by her arms and pulled her to him, crushing her mouth against his. She struggled to break his grip, but she couldn't get any leverage. Mark continued kissing her, trying to force his tongue into her mouth. Determined to be free, Kim brought her knee up hard. That forced Mark to let her go, and while he was doubled over, wincing in pain, Kim grabbed his arm and flipped him. Mark landed in a thorny bush.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Kim demanded, her temper exploding. "Even Bulk and Skull combined aren't as thick headed as you. I told you to leave me alone! How difficult is it to understand that? I don't want you dancing with me or touching me or kissing me or doing anything near me --have you got that?" Fuming, Kim marched past Mark to return to the safety of the ballroom; however, he reached out and caught her arm as she walked past. "Let go; you're hurting me!"

"You're going to pay for that, bitch," Mark rumbled threateningly. "Nobody tells me no." Mark drew back his free hand as if to hit her, only the blow was stopped. Mark glanced back with a dark scowl to find Tommy staying his arm. "Butt out, Oliver. This is between me and Kimberly."

"The lady said no, Mark; let her go."

Mark suddenly relinquished his hold on Kim, and she staggered backwards and fell, landing hard on the cold stones.

"Are you threatening me, Tommy?" Mark sneered.

"I'm telling you to leave Kimberly alone." Tommy's voice remained level; there was no trace of anger in it, but the expression in his eyes was very serious. He still had hold of Mark's arm; Mark tried to move it, but Tommy held it firmly. The more Mark struggled to break Tommy's grip the angrier he became.

"Or what? What are you going to do to me?" Mark challenged. "Are you man enough to fight for your woman? Come on, let's see what you're made of."

"I won't fight you, Mark."

"Chicken shit," Mark spat. "Black belt in karate --ha! Too much of a wuss to fight me."

"Karate is the art of self defense; it's not meant for beating the snot of creeps like you --even if you do deserve to have the snot kicked out of you," Kim shot as she picked herself up. She rubbed her arms where Mark had grabbed her; they felt bruised.

"Don't egg him on, Kim," Tommy said.

"I dare you; take your best shot. Then Kim will find out who's the real man here."

"Being able to beat someone up doesn't make you a man; it only makes you a bully," Kim responded.

"Does the little bitch fight all your battles for you?" Mark snickered. Tommy's expression never wavered, but he pulled Mark closer, keeping his arm pinned all the while.

"I'd like nothing better than to wipe the floor with you," Tommy said darkly. He loathed admitting that to anyone else, but it was the truth. "However, I won't for one simple reason."

"What's that?"

"It's what you want me to do." With that, Tommy flung Mark away from him. It was his turn to fall to the stone walk. "I'm not seven years old anymore. I won't let you push me around, and I won't let you goad me into sinking to your level. I have nothing to prove to you; so if you're waiting for me to throw a punch, you're going to be very disappointed." Having said his peace, Tommy dismissed Mark and turned his attention to Kimberly. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine; he just ... Tommy, look out!"

Tommy spun around at Kim's warning and met Mark's charge. He reacted instinctively, blocking Mark's punch and deflecting his advance. When Mark came at him a second time, Tommy met him with a firm defensive stance and a no nonsense ki-yai. Mark went down hard, face first. For a moment, all that could be heard was Mark's groaning, and Tommy realized that things were awfully quiet in the ballroom. He turned back to see that there was a considerable audience peeking out of the doorway and windows.

"Are you okay?" Kim asked as she drew up next to him.

"Yeah."

"What about Mark?" she wondered, looking down to where he lay moaning on the ground.

"I didn't do much, just a simple flip; he had some pretty good momentum coming at me. That's what did it."

While the two were talking, Kyle emerged from the ballroom. He approached Mark and rolled him over. There was blood all over his face, and his nose was swollen.

"My nose," Mark groaned.

"Probably broken," Kyle commented.

"I said I wouldn't throw a punch, but I never said I wouldn't defend myself," Tommy told Mark, who was glaring daggers at him.

"Joe, Trent, get him out of here," Kyle said, calling for two of Mark's buddies to come and collect him. The two emerged from the gathered onlookers and helped Mark to his feet. "And Mark, don't bother coming back. You've caused enough trouble tonight."

"Me? He busted my nose!" Mark yelped.

"No, Tommy didn't break your nose; hitting the terrace broke your nose," Kyle corrected. "A black belt in the martial arts knows how much force is needed to take an opponent out; you charged at Tommy like a bull, and he swatted you away like a fly. If you'd have given up after the first time Tommy brushed you off, you wouldn't have wound up on your face."

"It's all her fault," Mark growled, glaring at Kimberly.

"What, for showing up as Tommy's guest? You're the one who spent the entire evening harassing her. You're the one who couldn't take no for an answer. I saw the whole thing, Mark, and so did a lot of other people. You're not going to be able to slither your way out of this one; you are entirely to blame, and personally, I think you got off too lightly." Kyle gestured for Joe and Trent to haul Mark off.

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"Look what that son of yours did to my Mark!" Jean cried. "I knew he was nothing but a no good bully!"

"Give it up, Jean," Jan said tiredly. "We both saw what happened. Hell, most of the people in this room saw what happened. Mark went after Kimberly; she had every right to defend herself --and so did Tommy."

"But ... but...."

"There's no way you can spin this one in Mark's favor; he was in the wrong from the start. And don't try to tell me that Kimberly was leading him on," Jan snapped when Jean tried to interject further protests. "No means no. Just because you didn't have the nerve to stand up for yourself when Kurt got you to sleep with him doesn't mean Kimberly had to do the same." That was hitting below the belt, but Jan didn't care --until she saw her sister's face. A variety of emotions played across Jean's features from blackest anger to horror and shame then finally defeat, and Jan realized that she had finally hit upon the truth. "What was going on here tonight --something like that was what happened between you and Kurt, wasn't it? You weren't sleeping around with him; he raped you, didn't he?" Jean looked so stricken that Jan didn't know what to say or do. "God, Jean, why didn't you tell somebody the truth?"

"I couldn't," Jean said huskily. "He told me I had asked for it ... said I was leading him on by flirting with him...."

"Like you accused Kimberly of doing, but you weren't leading him on, were you?"

"I didn't think I was...."

"You did tell him no, didn't you?"

"At first, but he became so insistent, and I was scared he would hurt me if I didn't do what he wanted."

"And you were going to let Mark do the same thing to Kimberly?"

"Mark wouldn't have done anything like that...." Jean protested weakly.

"Like father, like son. Come on, Jean," Jan said quietly, putting her arm around her sister's trembling shoulders. "Let's go find some place quiet and talk."

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"All right, people; the show's over," Kyle announced, shooing the on-lookers off. The revelers returned to the ballroom, and Kyle remained on the terrace with Tommy and Kimberly watching as Mark's friends all but dragged him off to his room.

"We're sorry, Kyle," Tommy said when Mark was out of earshot. "Kim and I didn't mean for this to disturb the wedding."

"You're not the one who needs to apologize," Kyle answered. "I should be apologizing to you for my slimeball brother's behavior."

"Look, Mark's gone, and he won't be bothering either one of us anymore tonight," Kim said, taking Tommy's arm. "Why don't we just let it go and go back to the reception."

"Sounds good to me," Tommy agreed.

"And me," added Kyle.

Chapter 17

There was a sort of a hush as Tommy and Kim re-entered the ballroom; it spread before them like a ripple in a pond. However, the other guests quickly resumed their conversations. Tommy cast a quick glance over at his father and aunt. Elsa smiled broadly at him, which made Tommy feel a lot better. Tommy looked down at Kim as she suddenly stopped walking. She had her eyes closed and was gently swaying to the music. He struggled to identify the song; it seemed familiar. Kim must have played it for him in the basement. Then, it came to him: "Do You Love Me" from the Dirty Dancing soundtrack.

"Do you want to dance?" Tommy asked.

"Mm hm," Kim purred. Then she opened her eyes and smile up at him. "You don't have to now, you know."

"I know, but I want to. If nothing else, I'll just stand there and let you dance around me."

Laughing, Kim led him out onto the dance floor.

There was fun music, and there was zoning music, and Kim was having the time of her life. As for Tommy, he wasn't doing much but being a prop, but he was enjoying every minute of it. When they finally played a slow song, he was thrilled to put his arms around Kim and hold her tight, sneaking in a kiss here and there. Unfortunately, the DJ didn't play a set of four slow songs. Tommy wasn't too disappointed, though, because the next song up was Van Halen's "Runaround."

"Are you going to be all right?" Tommy asked with a touch of concern. Kim just laughed at him.

"I'll be good," she promised with a giggle, "but just try and keep up with me."

"No thanks; I'd rather watch," Tommy said, bowing out, and Kim spun off with a mean swivel of the hips. Tommy returned to the table sighing deeply, his eyes practically glued to the action on the dance floor.

"You're hopeless, Tommy," his father chuckled, seeing the expression on his son's face. Tommy grinned sheepishly and shrugged. More softly Thomas added, "Enjoy it while you can."

"Have you seen Jan?" Aunt Elsa queried as she returned to the table.

"Not since she went to go have that talk with Jean."

"Well, the two of them had better resurface soon," Elsa grumbled. "They want to do the bouquet and garter toss, but they don't want to start without Jean. I want them to get it over with so I can go home and get some sleep. It's past my bedtime."

"I'm sure they'll turn up soon."

Almost as if on cue, Jan wandered back to the table. Thomas eyed the drink she held in her hand wonderingly, especially when she tossed it back in a burning gulp.

"Jan, is something wrong?" Thomas queried. He hadn't seen her drink like that since her Service days. His query even piqued Tommy's attention, and he reluctantly turned away from Kim's writhing figure.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Jan sputtered. "I'd throttle her for being so stupid if it wasn't for the fact that this mess is tragic enough already."

"Jean?"

"Yes, Jean," Jan snapped. "She let that no good son of a bitch ruin her life ... didn't tell anyone the truth all because she was afraid of Daddy. Just because you and I did it before we got married and Dad didn't get angry, she thought if she told him the same thing ... but Dad hadn't known we did it --until she told him ... and look what happened...."

"Uh, Jan," Thomas interjected delicately, nodding minutely in Tommy's direction.

"He's a grown man, Thomas, or so you've been telling me," Jan countered tightly. "I'm sure he's figured out that his parents have a sex life."

Tommy did his best not to blush; he supposed he could have always returned to the dance floor with Kimberly, but he was curious to find out what had his mother so rattled that she was talking so freely. As long as he could remember, she hadn't drunk much more than an occasional glass of wine --and that only when they went out to dinner.

"What's wrong, Jan?" Elsa queried. "What happened to Jean?"

"That's for Jean to tell. I can say this: she needs help --counseling. It's going to be a long time before she's going to be able to face up to what happened on her own. I may have to drag her kicking and screaming to the counselor, but I'll see to it that she gets the help she needs."

"All right, all you lovely single young ladies; it's time to throw the bouquet," the DJ announced, having assumed the master of ceremonies duties in Mark's absence.

"About time," Elsa mumbled.

Most of the unmarried young ladies gathered out on the dance floor. In the thick of things were Becca, Laurie, and Kimberly.

"I really should go sit down," Laurie demurred.

"Nonsense," Becca insisted. "So what if you're not interested in latching onto a husband? I am! If you catch it, slip it to me on the sly and no one else will know."

"I hope you don't mind if I keep it for myself, if I catch it," Kim said.

"I wondered if you might. I thought I was going to have to slip it to you on the sly."

"Actually, Becca, you might have to fight me for it."

Becca laughed at that.

"All right, Stephanie; give it a good toss," the DJ encouraged. "Remember, no peeking. Ready? On three.... One ... here's the wind up ... two ... and here's the pitch ... three!"

The tiny bundle of flowers sailed high into the air. The women seemed to jump all at once. Then they tightly gathered around one young lady in an excited huddle.

"All right, girls, who was the lucky lady?" the DJ called out. The huddle broke to reveal Kimberly clutching the bundle of flowers to her chest.

"I really caught it," Kim murmured to Becca in disbelief. It had been a clean catch, almost as if it had been tossed directly to her.

"Oh, my cousin is in for it now," Becca crowed.

Kim turned to wave the bouquet at Tommy, smiling somewhat in triumph; when she saw the ribbing Tommy was taking from his father, she blushed for him.

"Gentlemen, it's your turn now," the DJ called out. As the women cleared the floor, the men surged forward with seemingly more anticipation. However, as Kim, Laurie, and Becca approached the Oliver's table, Tommy seemed disinclined to join the throng.

"Come on, Tommy; get your butt out there," Becca commanded.

"I don't really need to; after all, Kim caught the bouquet," he said.

"Don't give me that; the two of you need all the help you can get," she informed him and proceeded to yank him out of his chair and all but dragged him onto the floor."

"Poor Tommy," Kim giggled.

"Becca, please," Tommy sighed resignedly as he was pushed out to the group of single young men. To add to the indignity of his situation, Becca remained on the floor with him. "You can let go of me now."

"Nothin' doing. The minute I let go of you, you're liable to slip out of here," she said.

Tommy rolled his eyes; for not having seen him in six years, his cousin had him pegged. "All right. If I give you my word that I'll stay, will you let go? If I have to be out here, I'd like you to leave me with a little dignity."

"I don't see why you're so reluctant to try for the garter; after all, whoever catches the silly thing gets to dance with the lady who caught the bouquet." Becca observed that Tommy appeared to have forgotten that particular protocol. Having planted that tidbit of information in the forefront of his mind, Becca released her hold on Tommy, but she didn't retreat very far. "The Stripper" started playing as Kyle removed Stephanie's garter. Many of the waiting participants cut loose with cat calls and wolf whistles.

"All right, Kyle; let 'er rip!" the DJ cheered, and Kyle snapped the garter out over the throng like he was shooting a rubber band.

Tommy wasn't really trying to go after the garter, but Becca had her eye on the trajectory. At just the right moment, she gave Tommy a good bump and sent him stumbling forward.

"Becca!" he hissed, and the next thing he knew, the blue and white lace garter was in his hands, and he was being mobbed with congratulatory backslaps.

"Okay, gents, who has it?" the DJ called out.

"Tommy has!" Becca shouted back. A roar of laughter rippled through wedding guests.

"Well, there's an omen if ever I saw one," the DJ replied. "Let's get the lucky couple out here for their dance."

"I'll get you for this," Tommy muttered to Becca, who flashed him a self-satisfied grin. Before Tommy could comment further, Kimberly was at his side, bouquet in hand.

"Kill Becca later; dance with me now," she whispered, and Tommy was only too glad to oblige. She snuggled in close as Tommy wrapped his arms around her.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" Tommy murmured as his fingers lightly danced along her bare back.

"Hm, not since we left the hotel," Kim replied.

"You look absolutely spectacular, especially when you're out here dancing."

"I like dancing for you. I like the way you look at me when I dance," Kim admitted. "It makes me feel ... this is going to sound corny, but it really makes me feel like a woman and not a teenager."

"You are a woman, Kim, and a beautiful, sexy one at that," Tommy answered. The two continued to gently rock across the floor in blissful silence.

"They make a nice couple," Elsa commented. "You can be proud of that boy of yours, Jan; he turned out really good."

"Thanks, Aunt Elsa."

Becca and Laurie, who had stayed by the table when Kim and Tommy started dancing and who hadn't heard Elsa's earlier comments, were speechless. They had never heard Aunt Elsa give her approval for anyone in the family.

"Well, I'd better get these old bones home," Elsa declared. "So, where have Lotta and her husband gotten to? I rode in with them --only because I couldn't find a blasted cab and the doctor won't let me drive any longer."

"I think Lotta and Ben left about 45 minutes ago," Laurie answered.

"That's just nifty," Elsa snorted. "Didn't even say a bloody word to me!"

"I heard Lotta talking with Mom --before the brouhaha with Mark. She wasn't feeling well; she said that she'd send Ben back for you," Becca supplied helpfully.

"Which means I'm stranded. Ben wouldn't remember his own head if it wasn't attached to the rest of him."

"We can drop you off at home, Elsa," Thomas offered. "I think I've had enough celebrating for one night."

"Here, here," Jan concurred.

"I appreciate the offer, but Tommy and Kimberly have just begun to have some fun at this little party; it wouldn't be fair to them to cut things short."

"Tommy and Kimberly can stay here and enjoy the reception," Thomas said. "We'll stop on the way back to our hotel to pick them up."

"I don't want to be a bother...." Elsa began, but it was obvious that she was going to accept the ride home.

"She's been a bother as long as I've known her," Thomas whispered conspiratorially to Becca as he retrieved the coat from the back of his chair. His words set Becca to giggling.

"Shall I tell Tommy you're leaving?" Jan asked.

"Don't interrupt the kids," Elsa advised with a wistful look out at the dance floor. "I doubt you could pry them apart with a crow bar. Becca can tell them where we've gone. Tommy can say his good-byes tomorrow at lunch."

Jan and Thomas exchanged glances; no one had said anything about doing lunch on Sunday, but if that's what Aunt Elsa had in mind....

"No problem, Elsa; can you recommend a good place to eat around here...?"

"Well, I'll be," Laurie gasped when the adults were gone. "I can't believe what I just heard."

"Tell me about it," Becca agreed. "Aunt Elsa actually accepting a favor from somebody, inviting them to lunch and admitting to liking someone in this family? Be on the look out for the apocalypse." The wine bottle on the table still had a bit of wine left in it. Becca grabbed two of the glasses, wiped them out, and poured a glass each for her and Laurie."

"Haven't you reached your limit yet?" Laurie wondered.

"Not even close. Here's to Tommy, the knight in white armor who returned to the family in time to defeat the evil villain Mark."

"Too bad he didn't return soon enough to keep you out of trouble," Laurie muttered, but she drank to the toast. The two watched Tommy and Kim as they wrapped up their dance.

"Aren't they a cute couple?" Becca remarked. She set her wine glass down thoughtfully. "You know, Aunt Jan and Uncle Thomas will be gone for quite a while. Let's see, Aunt Elsa lives 30 minutes from here; she'll no doubt yak with them for a while --say 15 minutes at least-- and thirty minutes to get back ... they'll have a good 75 to 90 minutes without parental guidance ... hm...."

"Becca...?" Laurie began warningly. The DJ put on "Walk This Way" by Aerosmith; Tommy was leaving the dance floor, Kim was motioning for the girls to join her.

"You go on," Becca said, "I'll catch up as soon as I fill Tommy in on his folks' whereabouts." Becca sat back, propped her feet up on another chair, and polished off her glass of wine. She poured herself another as Tommy returned to the table. "You want any?"

"I'm not much of a drinker," Tommy answered. He had tried a little of the wine with dinner and hadn't found it to his liking. "Where are my folks?"

"Taking Aunt Elsa home."

Tommy shot her an inquisitive look.

"My sentiments exactly," Becca agreed. "By the way, thanks for what you did earlier --with Mark, I mean. That was too cool."

"No, it wasn't. It was sad that it had to be done at all," Tommy said soberly.

"You're not sorry you stood up to him, are you?" Becca asked incredulously.

"No," Tommy answered, and he was slightly discomfited by the twinge of satisfaction he felt and the sense that he really wished he would have done more. Tommy knew that brief moment of humiliation wasn't going to straighten Mark out, and it didn't undo everything Mark had done.

"Good, 'cause I'm not sorry you did either. Maybe now other people will have enough backbone to stand up to him. I know if he causes me any problems at home, I'm just going to punch him in the nose." She looked at Tommy to see how he would react; when she didn't see disapproval, she added, "I may even throw one in on your behalf, just on principle."

"That's not necessary," Tommy demurred, but he couldn't help but appreciate the thought. Becca just laughed at him. Then, she leaned over and pecked him on the cheek.

"You're a good man, Tommy; too bad there aren't more like you," she sighed. "Tell you what, I'll leave you to ogle Kim in peace, but first, here's a little something for you." She pressed something into his palm. When Tommy opened his fist to see what it was, Becca covered his hand with her own. "Not yet. Put it in your pocket for now; you'll know when the time is right. Just remember, I need it back before Prince Charming --if I find one, that is-- turns back into a pumpkin. Oh, and don't say anything to my mother either."

Perplexed and bemused, Tommy did as his cousin requested and slipped the something into his pocket. Becca blew him a kiss and sauntered her way out onto the dance floor where Kim and Laurie were performing a rather interesting dance combination. It bordered dangerously on the suggestive. The DJ was playing a very sexy set of songs. From Aerosmith, he launched into "Gimme All Your Lovin'." Tommy settled back to watch Kim; she was looser than she had been but still not quite zoning, and it was easy to see she was loving every minute of it. Tommy's hormones were simmering. He was grateful that his parents were gone; he had felt more than a little self-conscious just watching Kimberly while they were sitting at the table with him (not that it was enough to keep him from doing it). He wouldn't have to worry about his father's knowing grins or his mother's keen eyes detecting the more obvious signs of his appreciation. Tommy sighed with intense longing as "Black and Blue" started up. God, but he loved watching her strut! He loved everything about her dancing. She was hot --again-- and so was he. There was no mistaking the fiery flash in her eyes and her smile that teetered on the edge of mischievous and hungry. Oh, how he wanted to be back in their hotel room. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her.

The music changed once again, and to Tommy's delight it was the song he was waiting all evening to hear. It was a song Kimberly had been waiting all evening to dance to. It was with complete abandon that she threw herself into "Devil with the Blue Dress On." On the dance floor, Becca and Laurie backed away, taken unaware by Kim's sudden explosion of movement. It was as if all restraint had fled and she had immersed herself completely in the music. Other dancers made room for her.

It wasn't the Zone, but it was close. Kim knew what she was doing; she just didn't care. It was as if she had kept all her energy, all her passion for the music --for Tommy-- bottled up all evening. It was time to let it go, and she was enjoying every minute of it. At the end of the interlude following "Good Golly, Miss Molly" and before the lyrics for "Devil" resumed, Kim was in a spin; there were a couple of drum beats, and Kim came out of her spin, planted, and froze, her gazed locked on Tommy. She stood there for a few moments, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute, and it was less from her exertions than it was from her desires. Before she even realized what she was doing, she had started towards Tommy, strutting --no, stalking him was more like it. She had to feel his arms around her again. She had to feel his body pressed close to hers, if only for a moment, if only in an innocent hug. She had to feel his lips burning against hers.

As Kim drew closer to him, Tommy slowly climbed to his feet. He could almost feel her heat from across the dance floor. He was moving towards her as surely as she was moving towards him. By the song's end, he had met up with Kim. Around them, the other dancers were applauding Kim's performance. The two stood toe to toe, gazing at each other with breathless anticipation.

"Go on and kiss her already," Becca teased, giving Tommy a little shove in the back.

He hadn't really needed the push. He was already moving to meet Kim. Their mouths met with a passionate ferocity. Tommy held Kim firmly, lifting her up, his one arm about her waist, and his other up about her shoulders. He cradled the back of her head with his hand. He wasn't sure whether he was devouring her mouth or she was devouring his. The applause, the music, the murmur of voices around them --everything faded as they lost themselves in their embrace.

"All right, all right, you two lovebirds," Becca teased. She started pushing the startled twosome across the floor. "You'd better take it outside and cool off before your little show becomes x-rated. There are still minors present, you know." She gave the pair a final push that had them stumbling out the terrace door. They turned back to give her a pair of sheepish grins, and she tossed Kim's purse and shawl at them. Before either of them could say anything, she waved them off and disappeared back into the ballroom.

Chapter 18

Tommy and Kim just stared at each other for a moment, then they both burst out laughing.

"I guess we did get a little carried away there, huh," Kim murmured.

"Maybe just a little," Tommy agreed. The evening was much cooler than it had been when they were out earlier. Kim shivered, and Tommy draped the shawl over her shoulders. "Would you like to go for a walk or something?"

"Sure."

For a while, the two wandered down the softly lit paths without speaking. Their fingers remained tightly entwined.

"This has been an awesome weekend, Tommy; I'm so glad you invited me to come," Kim said at last, pulling closer to him and nuzzling her cheek against the side of his arm.

"I'm glad you came." The two had wandered quite a ways from the terrace. The music sounded faintly in the background. They were playing another ballad. Tommy stopped and took Kim in his arms again, only this time, he started dancing with her. Kim was a willing partner, but after awhile she pulled away from him and started waltzing down the path ahead of him --for the sheer joy of it. Tommy watched her, a warm tide of emotions and hormones washing over him. He stood against a lamppost; her dress sparkled almost as much as her eyes and her smile in the mellow glow of the garden lighting. Tommy drank in the sight of Kim --her slightly disheveled hair, her flushed and glowing face, her heaving bosom-- he could not hold back any longer. He waited until she spun closer to him and stopped her. They just stood there, close enough to be almost touching her but not quite.

"Man, I want you," he murmured thickly, staring deep into her brown eyes. Their faces were barely apart so his words hit her cheeks with his breath. His hands skimmed down her body in an intimate caress yet he never made contact with her. It was as if there was an invisible barrier keeping him from touching Kim. "I want to touch you ... taste you ... I want to make love to you so badly it hurts."

There, it was said, taking the two of them to the line that they had approached before but had been too timid to cross. Tommy realized he was shaking under the power of that admission. Before, he had always allowed Kimberly to make the first move to insure that whatever they did, she was a willing partner to it. However, he had to say the words as everything came crashing in on him from that first night in the basement to the kiss and the groping to getting ready this afternoon to the dancing. He had been unable to stop himself. It made him feel both relieved and apprehensive to have it out in the open. Suddenly, he could not meet Kimberly's eyes, and he closed his eyes for fear of seeing rejection therein. In the silence that followed his declaration, Tommy could clearly hear their breathing, and he could hear the pounding of his heart over the music in the background. He waited, then came a gentle touch at his face.

"Tommy, you're shaking, and why do you have your eyes closed?" Kim asked softly, her fingers wandering up to his hair. "Are you afraid of something?"

Tommy nodded, unable to trust his voice.

"Are you afraid that I might say no?"

There was something in her tone that made Tommy open his eyes. He studied her smiling face with surging hope. Kim brushed her fingertips over his lips.

"Why would I say no?" Kim queried, continuing before he could answer her last question. Her eyes were downcast shyly, but she remained smiling as she spoke. "Right now, more than anything else, I want you to make love to me."

The line was crossed, and in that moment, neither Tommy nor Kim could say who initiated the embrace. In a fiery rush, their mouths met; their bodies pressed together. Tongues danced together as neither seemed to be able to hold the other close enough.

"Tommy," Kim moaned as his lips left hers only to traverse her throat. With each passing second, she was losing herself more deeply in the flames of her need for Tommy, but a sudden burst of laughter from the ballroom recalled her to where they were. "Tommy," she repeated, a little more insistently. They had to stop before things went too far, but it was so hard when all she wanted to do at that moment was let him take her. "Tommy, we shouldn't ... we can't...."

Tommy drew back. He read Kim's desire in her eyes ... in her body. "Why...?"

"Think a minute, Tommy. Your folks are in the room right next door to ours; we can't do anything with them there."

Tommy knew that Kim was right, but both of them had the sense that if they allowed the moment to slip away, they might not have another chance.

"I know; I know, but there has to be some way," Tommy murmured, slipping his hand into his pocket to adjust his rampant anatomy. His fingers brushed across something square and plastic; it felt familiar. He didn't need to see it to know what it was, and it brought an unexpected smile to his face. "There is a way."

"What?"

In answer to Kim's breathless question, Tommy removed a card-key out of his pocket.

"What is that?"

"Becca slipped me this just a bit ago. It's the key to her room." Imprinted on the key was bungalow 27. "She said that she had to have it back before Prince Charming turned back into a pumpkin. I think she meant midnight."

"Why would Becca have a room in the hotel? They don't live that far from here," Kim wondered.

"She did say not to mention it to her mother." After that, the answer was so obvious it need not be put into words. For a long moment, the two simply stared at the small bit of magnetized plastic. Tommy grabbed Kimberly's hands and looked deep into her eyes. "Would you like to ... make use of this key?" he queried, hiding behind the safety of the euphemism. They both knew that they probably shouldn't, but everything that they had been struggling with for the last two weeks had finally come to a head. As Tommy looked at Kimberly, he was aware as he had never been before of hundreds of tiny details in the way she moved, the way she looked, the way she responded to him. All these little things seemed to tell him that she wanted and needed him as much as he wanted and needed her. Kim hadn't spoken yet, and Tommy was growing anxious. He tried to convey with his eyes the words his soul was shouting: Please say yes!

"Yes, Tommy," she answered the plea in his eyes, for it echoed the cry reverberating within her. She gave a tiny gasp as Tommy hugged her with unexpected fierceness. They said nothing more as they started down the path towards the pool; the bungalows were arranged around the pool area. They held hands tightly, perhaps to keep others from seeing their nervous excitement. Twenty-seven was just ahead. Tommy managed to get the key in the lock without his hands shaking.

The bungalow proved to be just a roomier version of their hotel room with the added bonus of a kitchenette. Becca had left her belongs just inside the doorway, but she had built up a fire in the hearth. Kim tossed her purse onto the couch, dropped her shawl, and opened her arms to Tommy, but as they embraced, they noticed that their old nemeses nervousness and awkwardness had returned.

"We are too pathetic," Kim giggled.

"I wonder if Becca stashed anything to drink in here," Tommy mused, thinking that they might need the alcohol to help them loosen up.

"I don't know, but I see she did stash a boombox in here," Kim observed. She scampered out of Tommy's embrace to retrieve the radio.

"How will that help?" Tommy wondered as Kim found an outlet to plug the radio in.

"You'll see," she said mysteriously and collected her purse. She hadn't really had anything in mind when she had slipped the cassette into her handbag; although, she had entertained some thoughts of using it during her brief practice session Friday afternoon. When she transferred her things from her regular purse to the evening bag, the tape sort of got transferred along with everything else. It was a tape she had made especially for Tommy. Once the cassette player was ready to go, she surveyed the living area to make sure she had enough room. "Why don't you take a seat," she directed Tommy as she moved the coffee table out of the way.

"What did you have in mind?" Tommy wondered as he plopped down on the couch.

"Well, you did say that you'd like to see me zone again sometime," she replied, flashing him the most sultry look she could. Tommy groaned and settled back as she hit the play button.

As the first bars of "Let's Put the X in Sex" came on, Tommy could see the transformation the driving beat wrought in Kimberly. A look of pure joy lit her face, and as her body began to move, her expression changed until Tommy felt that Kim was undressing him with her eyes. She looked so sexy, he shivered with excitement.

I got a letter just the other day.
She sent her picture but she didn't sign her name.
She wore high heels and a little black lace.
I saw her body but I could not see her face.
She didn't leave a number, not an address or a clue,
But something in that photograph reminded me of you.

Kim's hands were moving across her body, touching herself in all the ways and places she dared not while in the ballroom. Her body moved, communicating its desires with every snap of her head, shake of her shoulders and breasts, and thrust of her hips. At some point, she reached up and pulled out the pins in her hair; she shook her light brown tresses out with a wicked toss of her head. She skimmed her hands up her thighs, pulling her dress up as she did so, giving Tommy a tantalizing glimpse of the tops of her stockings. She strutted closer to him, flaunting her body in his face, seemingly. Then, suddenly, she spun away and dropped to the floor. The music was at the bridge before the final refrain.

I heard somebody knocking so I opened up the door.
She wore hats, shades, and a trenchcoat,
wasn't wearing that much more.
She said she knew my secrets but I didn't have a clue.
Then I saw those black lace panties and I knew that it was you.

She started out by pumping her hips against the floor, but when the line "then I saw those black lace panties" played, she was on her feet, hitched her dress up to her waist and bent over to flash Tommy a glimpse of her black lace panties. Tommy felt an almost electric surge race through his body, and he groaned loudly.

There was a brief pause between songs, and Kim held Tommy in place with her best filthy cute smile. Then, another Kiss song started up, and Kim returned to the Zone, seducing Tommy with her dancing. He hadn't heard "Heaven's On Fire" before, but he knew he would never forget it. If anything, Kim was hotter than she had been in the first song. She was playing with herself more and allowed Tommy to see how much she enjoyed her own touch. Tommy fought desperately to keep his hands away from his engorged cock. It was difficult to remain on the sofa. He wanted to be the one touching her right now, but he didn't want to break the spell of the music. He still had on his coat and tie; he started to shrug off his jacket and loosen his tie when Kim began stalking him.

I've got a fever aching in my heart
You make me shiver and shake
Baby don't stop
Take it to the top
Eat it like a piece of cake.

Kim grabbed Tommy by the tie and pulled him to his feet. At "cake," she savaged his mouth, devouring his lips and tongue. When she let him go so they could breathe again, Tommy was almost too weak-kneed to stand. Kim caught him by the tie again and led him out to the floor with her and began bumping and grinding against his body with more intensity than she had the first time she had zoned for him. She released his tie at last but grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter into her hips. She was riding him hard. She next moved his hands to support her back, and she shimmied herself back over his arm, her hands fluttering up to play with her own hair. However, they did more than just that, for as she came up, Tommy observed that the collar of her dress slipped down, and Kim allowed the straps to fall forward. The weight of the straps pulled the bodice down daringly, revealing more of her bosom. Tommy couldn't help himself and quickly slipped in a lick at those enticing white swells.

The Kiss numbers finished, and the Van Halen set commenced with "Black and Blue." Kim took a step back from Tommy. She had already danced to it once this evening, but she had remained safely on the right side of the Zone. But this time when she swiveled down into the deep plié along with Eddie's guitar riff, she took her zipper down with her. When she writhed back up, she left her dress in a metallic puddle on the floor. Tommy staggered back as Kim stalked him in her lingerie. God, but she looked awesome. There was an even more intense sway to her hips as she strutted about in bra, panties, and heels. She was breathing so heavily that her breasts nearly spilled out of the lace trimmed cups, and every thrust of her bottom pulled the thong deeper into the crack of her ass.

"Please, Kim," Tommy moaned, unable to take it any longer. "Would you ... would you bend over --like you did in the room earlier?"

"You saw that?" Kim gasped, seemingly coming out of her trance; however, her body never stopped moving.

"The commotion you heard ... I was jerking off," Tommy confessed. "Man, the sight of your ass with that little black lace running up your crack...." He groaned again, and he caught Kim's hand and pressed it against his groin. She felt his cock swell under his pants. With a devilish grin, Kim sauntered over to the end table and placed her hands flat upon it. She bent over, thrusting her undulating hips at Tommy.

The move thrust him past all thoughts of restraint. His hands sought out her satiny smooth cheeks, caressing them lavishly. Tommy dropped to his knees, and taking her hips in his hands, he started kissing Kim's bottom --kissing, licking, fondling and nibbling on her softly rounded globes. He couldn't help himself as he pushed the thong out of the way and ran his tongue up the crack of her ass.

Finally, Kim could stand it no longer. She turned, and keeping Tommy on his knees, she attacked his mouth again. Her fingers were not idle as she pulled his hair out of the knot she had made. Tommy's hands were wandering all over her body as they kissed, and she found herself pressing him closer. Tommy climbed to his feet. Suddenly, the music ceased (Kim hadn't had time to complete the tape); it was as if someone had thrown a switch, for once the music stopped, Kim and Tommy stopped. They remained facing each other, gasping for breath. They stood there almost touching. Their gazes were locked together. Neither spoke. Then, Tommy reached up to caress Kim's face. His touch was as light and gentle as it had been the first time they had touched each other. The uncontrollable fire from mere moments ago was gone, replaced with something sweeter. Kim leaned her cheek into Tommy's palm, nuzzling it softly. Tommy swept Kimberly into his arms and swung her around, causing her to laugh merrily. Then, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

Chapter 19

Once in the bedroom, Tommy set Kimberly down on the bed. She knelt up and caught Tommy by the tie again. This time, she took her time as she pulled him to her and kissed him deeply. The passion was still there, but Kim wanted the moment to last. Her mouth traveled elsewhere, leaving a trail of hot kisses in its wake. She tasted and teased his lips, cheeks --his entire face. Her mouth wandered to his earlobes and neck. While her mouth was engaged, her fingers tugged at his tie and toyed with the buttons on his shirt and vest. Tommy helped with removing his vest so Kim could pull his shirt out of his trousers. All the while, she continued to kiss him through his clothing. Once his shirt was undone, Kim nuzzled her face into the smooth expanse of his chest then she began kissing her way up his body again. When Tommy leaned forward to try and kiss her, he overbalanced the pair, and the two tumbled to the bed.

Kim rolled Tommy onto his back, and she claimed her perch on his hips. For several minutes she simply sat there looking down at him as she tried to calm herself. Her pulse was pounding in her veins like a drum, and she could feel herself trembling. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her bra almost painfully so, and the crotch of her thong was soaked with her juices. The nearness of Tommy's cock to her pussy was maddening because she wanted it so badly.

"Oh, God, Tommy," she gasped, helpless to control herself any longer. Kim stretched herself out over his body, her hair tickling him as she moved along him. Tommy moaned softly and jerked about beneath her, to Kim's surprise and delight. With a purr, Kim continued the hair massage then followed it up with her mouth, kissing and licking her way up his abdomen to his pectorals. She traced the ridge of his muscles with the tip of her tongue, then she teasingly licked his sensitive nipples. She spent more time on them than she had that first time in the basement, licking and biting at them. Then, she pressed her mouth closer and suckled harder.

While Kim's mouth was busy with his chest, Kim's fingers sought out Tommy's belt and the button to his pants. While she was so engaged, Tommy managed to kick off his shoes and work off his socks. Kim could not seem to get his pants undone, so with a whimper of frustration, she abandoned her suckling and slipped back off Tommy's hips. Then, she deftly unfastened his trousers; however, as her fingers brushed his nearly freed cock, she paused.

Tommy noted the glimmer of uncertainty in Kim's eyes. "Please, Kim...." he began. He had wanted to say something reassuring, but that tiny cry was all he could manage. It proved to be enough to free Kim from her momentary indecision. She pulled his pants down with a touch of gusto, but she seemed to retreat as she contemplated his briefs and the bulge barely contained within them. Her hesitation was momentary as curiosity and desire got the better of her. Tugging at the elastic waistband, she eased his shorts down his hips. Tommy gasped as the cool air of the hotel room hit his burning body.

"Oh, my!" Kim gasped as she gazed at Tommy's naked body. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat. She felt foolish, simply staring at the long, powerful line of his body and his frighteningly fascinating manhood. She timidly ran the hand resting on his leg upwards. As she neared his thighs, his cock twitched, drawing her eyes to it. Long and thick, it was jutted forth from a nest of dark brown hair. It appeared to be so hard that it might burst at any moment. When his cock pulsed again, Kimberly could no longer hold back, and she reached out to caress his organ.

Kim's feathery touch was maddening, and it took all of Tommy's self control to keep from losing his load then and there. He tried to keep still and not disturb her as her fingertips explored the head, shaft, and strayed down to his balls, but it was impossible to keep from writhing; her touch was so incredible. His eyes fluttered shut as his head tilted back, and he groaned with pleasure. With his eyes shut, he couldn't see the look of wonder that crossed Kim's face as she handled his cock; he couldn't see that his every utterance was giving her confidence and making her feel bolder, but by the time he did open his eyes, Kim was looking at him with a sort of hunger in her eyes. She looked up at Tommy over the head of his cock and licked her lips. She held his gaze as she lowered her mouth over his organ.

Tommy's groan rumbled up from his toes as Kim's lips and tongue bathed his throbbing cock. Kim took him as deep in her throat as she could and still wasn't able to take him all in. She wasn't quite sure what to do, and Tommy was in no condition to instruct her, so she took her cues from his moans. He seemed to like it when she played her tongue along the little ridge of flesh connecting the head to the shaft, and he winced once or twice when she got a little too rough with her teeth. The parts that her mouth couldn't reach she serviced with her hands. He enjoyed it when she stroked his balls, and when her fingers dipped lower to stroke the underside of his ass cheeks it set him to quivering. She liked the feel of Tommy's cock in her mouth--so smooth and hard, although it made her mouth a little numb to be stretched out for so long. A couple of times she nearly choked as Tommy pumped his hips forward, forcing his dick deeper into her mouth. The headiest part of giving Tommy the blow job was watching his responses. She had never seen him quite like he was --so utterly open and unguarded. The more Tommy moaned, the more Kim wanted to make him moan. She probed his cock with her mouth and discovered one particular spot that seemed to drive Tommy wild every time she touched it. With a devilish grin, she attacked the spot in earnest, bobbing her head up and down with a steady rhythm.

"Oh...." Tommy gasped, digging his hands deeper into the comforter on the bed. He had to brace himself. His body was tensing, his muscles coiling. Kim's every lick had white hot fire shooting through his nerve endings. His toes were starting to curl, and he was pumping his hips to meet the downward stroke of her mouth. "Kim ... you'd better ... oh, man ... I'm going to....!" With a gasp, he came, his cock erupting furiously in her mouth.

The sudden explosion took Kimberly by surprise. Hot sticky fluid shot into her mouth and down her throat. The copious load was too much, and she started gagging. Tommy's cock slipped out of her mouth, his come oozing back down the sides. Tommy's body went limp on the bed before his cock ever did. His rod pulsed in her grasp, and Kim massaged it until it was quiet. Kim felt a little embarrassed about not being able to swallow Tommy's come; she snuck a quick peek at Tommy. His eyes were still shut, so she decided to rectify the matter.

Tommy opened his eyes at that moment. He watched, fascinated, as Kimberly lapped the come from his diminishing organ. Her eyes were closed, and her hair was plastered to her sweaty face. An expression --a cross between a grimace and delight-- filled Kimberly's face. It was a powerful image. As Kim nuzzled Tommy's cock with her face, he felt the fire rekindling in his groin.

"Oh, man," he groaned, helpless to say more than that. It was an effort to roll himself onto his side so he could look at Kimberly. He grinned as he noticed that she still wore a look of dissatisfaction. "What's the matter? I don't taste so good?"

The heat rose in Kim's cheeks, and for a moment, she looked so crestfallen that Tommy thought she might cry.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "It's just that ... maybe I didn't do it right or something."

"You don't have to be sorry; you were awesome," Tommy assured her. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt."

"But I didn't swallow right, and the taste...." she protested.

Tommy leaned forward and silenced her protests with a kiss. He could taste himself on Kim's lips, and when he pulled away, he was grimacing too. "You're right; I don't taste too good."

"Maybe it's an acquired taste," Kim answered, grinning at Tommy's comment. She softly touched his cheek then lazily drew her hand down the side of his body. Then, she brushed the hair out of his face. "I hope I don't taste so bitter."

"Well, we'll just have to see about that."

So saying, Tommy leaned over and kissed Kimberly again. He continued leaning forward until Kim was lying back on the bed under him. For a moment, all Tommy did was look at her, an expression of wonderment --almost disbelief-- on his face.

"What is it?" Kim asked.

"It's just so hard to believe that you're here with me like this," he murmured thickly. "I mean, I've dreamed about this moment for a long time. Now that it's finally here...."

Words failed Tommy, so he settled for combing his fingers through Kim's hair then brushing her cheek. He began placing tiny kisses on her eyes, nose, and cheeks. He lingered over her mouth, then slowly nibbled his way up her jawline to her ears where he chewed on her lobes around her earrings. Next, he moved on to her throat ... his sweet assault drew a contented sigh from Kim's lips. He felt her body melt under his touch, felt it yield to his caresses. His lips and tongue glided over her skin, outlining her collar bone and shoulders before descending to the swell of her breasts above her brassier.

"So soft," he whispered appreciatively as his fingers joined in the exploration of her bosom. They traced her skin along the edge of her cups. His mouth traveled the same route. Under the satiny fabric, Tommy felt Kim's nipples harden, and he bit at them through the material.

"Tommy...." Kim whimpered in supplication.

"Sh, Beautiful," he said, placing a silencing finger across her lips. "Be patient." He playfully slipped his finger into the cup to tease her hardened buds. Kim sucked in a sharp breath and arched her back ever so slightly.

Tommy continued to play with her breasts through her undergarment for a few moments longer, then his hands drifted over her abdomen and smoothed down over her hips. He sat back and drew his hands down her legs, tugging at the garters until they released the silky stockings. He wanted Kim to be completely naked, so he rolled the sheer silk down her shapely legs and pulled off her shoes. Once her legs were bared, he pressed his cheek against the smooth skin and nuzzled his way up the outside of her left leg then her right. His hands wandered up the insides of her legs, followed by his mouth. Kim's inner thighs were exceedingly sensitive, and her body trembled whenever he touched the soft, white flesh. He sat back for a moment and regarded Kim.

Her face was flushed and almost glowing with her excitement. Her eyes were at half-mast, and her lips were pursed in a sexy pout. Her hands were not idle as they wandered from her face to her hair, and her body writhed with the fire that Tommy was stoking within her. Her breasts heaved with her heavy breathing; her lower body --hips and legs-- undulated with slow, sensual movements.

"Man, you are unbelievable," Tommy sighed. He was aching to strip the remainder of her clothing off, but he wanted to draw the moment out and savor every inch of Kim's shapely, petite form. "Roll over," he requested at last and help to ease her onto her stomach. His hands caressed her back and wandered lower to the swell of her ass cheeks. He slowly stroked the silky skin of her derriere, which caused Kim to wriggle charmingly as he caressed her. Tommy had to resist the urge to take a nibble. First things first; he unfasten the garter belt and tossed it aside. Then he straddled her bottom, his semi-erect cock resting along the valley of her cheeks.

Tommy lifted the hair from the nape of Kim's neck; wispy tendrils escaped to tickle his face as he busied himself with kissing her neck. His lips produced in her a shiver that shuddered down her spine. Tommy let her hair fall free then ran his fingers through her tresses. Kim's sigh told him that he had guessed correctly: as much as she liked playing with his hair, she loved to have hers played with. Tommy obliged her, massaging her scalp and combing her locks with his fingers. He felt her body relaxing into the comforter, and her sighs of contentment were intoxicating.

His fingers wandered lower and began kneading her shoulders. With firm, penetrating strokes, Tommy worked his way down Kim's back. He bent close enough so that his hair --as hers had done to him-- tickled her back; the sensation seemed to please Kim as much as it had pleased him. When he finally attained the small of her back, Tommy unhooked her bra. He brushed it aside and ran his fingers up her sides, lightly teasing the sides of her breasts. Her hips thrust against the mattress, demonstrating her growing need. Tommy smiled as Kim moaned her disappointment when he moved his hands away from the soft mound presently hidden under her. In truth, he was almost as disappointed as she was. His hands returned to her back, stroking her until he touched the lace of her thong.

There was something in the way the black "T" set off the whiteness of her rounded bottom that fired Tommy's passions. He had always been attracted to her curvaceous backside. It had always provoked him as being a tempting handful. So wonderfully round, sumptuously curved ... like a peach --so ripe and tantalizingly delicious that he could hardly wait to take a bite. And the way her bottom rippled when she moved.... His fingers lingered over those tempting swells ... as soft and smooth as he always imagined. He had to have another taste in spite of his desire to wait. Kim wiggled under his teasing licks; Tommy found the movement so provocative that he was inspired to be bold. Taking the flimsy lace in his teeth, he peeled her panties down. As he worked them off, he noticed that the crotch was stained white from Kim's juices.

Tommy's cock was at full stand as he gazed on Kim's naked body, and his throat was suddenly dry.

"Wow," he murmured at last; he was almost afraid to move, let alone speak, lest the moment prove to be merely a dream.

Kim looked back over her shoulder and saw Tommy's shining, wonder-filled eyes. It set her heart to fluttering. She shivered in the cold room, her body longing for the heat of his caresses. Tommy seemed spellbound, and she knew how to break the spell. She slowly rolled over. She hadn't believed Tommy's eyes could get any rounder than they were, but they did.

"You are so beautiful," he sighed as his eyes drank in the sight of her. His unabashed gaze must have flustered Kim a bit for he observed a bit of pink rising in her cheeks. His hand shook as he reached out to gingerly touch Kim's breasts. As enticing as her bottom had always been, her breasts had been equally tempting. They weren't as large as some girls', but they weren't small either. A plump handful, just the right size for Tommy's hands as he cupped her mound in his palm. His finger circled the slightly puckered areola, and he gave her deep pink nipple --at long last to see those buds that teased him from under her clingy tops!-- a light pinch.

"Do you really think so?" Kim asked timidly, finding his silence a little unnerving, although the warmth in his eyes was enough to make her feel weak.

Tommy wanted to say something to reassure her, but all he could manage was a smile. The moment was still a bit overwhelming. He had wanted to stay and play with her breasts a while longer, but his hands were already moving down her body, smoothing over the flat of her stomach and over the sharp angles of her hips. His fingers trailed down to the mass of light brown hair between her legs. Her curls glistened, wet with the telltale moisture of her excitement. Suddenly, something snapped inside Tommy, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned over Kim, kissed her quickly on the lips, then lowered his mouth to her breast.

Kim's response was a squeak of delight as his mouth met her mound. His tongue on her nipple sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her; her body lifted off the bed. Kim was almost delirious as Tommy's tongue lapped at her tit, toying with it, stroking it. Tremors ran through her as his teeth nipped at the hardened flesh, and while his mouth pleasured one breast, his hands delightfully massaged the other. Tommy's suckling, combined with the warmth of his hard, naked body against hers, had Kimberly unable to keep still. Her hips bucked against his searching for relief.

Tommy pulled back slightly so that Kim was unable to touch him; the nearness of her pussy to his cock was almost too much to ignore. He didn't want to enter her yet; he wanted to eat her first, to orally pleasure her as she had done him. Tommy abandoned her right breast with a rough lick, then he gently blew on her wet tit and was pleased to see her shudder at the sensation. Before repeating the procedure with the left one, Tommy shook his hair down over her sensitive nipples. If anything, the hard rosy tips got even harder, and Kim's moans grew deeper.

Finally, Tommy decided that he had better explore the rest of Kim, and he kissed his way down her stomach, nibbling and licking at her belly button. He loved the way her abdomen rippled under his hands and mouth. Kim was all aquiver with her desires. It seemed that every kiss and lick had her moaning and writhing all the more. The intensity of her responses was proving to be quite a turn on for Tommy.

At last, it was time for Tommy to explore the final mystery of Kim's beautiful body. All the letters in all the Penthouses hardly prepared Tommy for the thrill of exploring Kimberly's pussy for the first time. Words couldn't convey the headiness of her scent; it filled his senses like a drug, and her heat and wetness --intoxicating! Tommy couldn't believe how wet Kim was; her juices flowed down her slit, coating her thighs and soaking the bedspread. He experimentally slid his fingers through her curls and into the gash concealed underneath. With a sort of awe, he stroked the fleshy lips then dipped into their folds. He probed gently until he found what had to be (judging by Kimberly's reaction) the hardened kernel of her clitoris. He barely brushed the little knob when Kim emitted a sharp gasp, and her body gave a powerful jerk that had her arching off the bed.

It was hard to ignore Kim's whimpers, but Tommy wasn't done exploring. He found the opening to her vagina and slipped his finger inside. The muscles of her pussy contracted around his digit with astonishing force, provoking a groan from Tommy as he imagined how it might feel to have her cavern gripping his cock. As he moved to pull his finger out, Kim emitted a moan that was almost a growl. Intrigued, Tommy slid his finger back and forth in Kim's opening and then glanced up at her to see her reaction. Kim's eyes were closed, and her body was beginning to glisten with a sheen of perspiration. It was almost as if she had been oiled up. Those wonderful breasts were heaving with her excited breathing, and when he stopped moving his finger, her body continued to work itself on his finger.

"Tommy, please ... oh, please use your mouth," Kim begged, offering herself to him with a thrust of her hips.

Tommy said nothing at first. He removed his finger and studied the come that coated it. Kim's juices beckoned tantalizingly. Tommy raised an inquiring eyebrow at Kim, who was looking at him, her eyes echoing her desperate plea for satisfaction. Keeping her gaze, Tommy slipped his fingers into his mouth. Kim said nothing but bit her lower lip anxiously.

"Mm, good enough to eat," Tommy murmured with a satisfied smile. He settled into a position between her legs, and lifting her bottom off the bed, Tommy buried his face between Kim's legs. With exaggerated care, he darted his tongue into her pussy, and Kimberly's body quaked with the pleasure that ripped through her as his tongue savaged her clit with exquisite slowness. Her pleasure knob seemed to grow harder the longer he bathed it with his tongue. He sucked it into his mouth, sending Kim into further convulsions of pleasure.

Tommy peered up over Kim's curls to watch her reactions. Astonishingly, her hands began travelling over her body, running through her hair, down her face, across her breasts where she tugged at her nipples in helpless ecstasy. Tommy had never seen anything so erotic. His gaze was glued to her movements, causing him to let up on his licking. Kim's hands ventured lower until she grabbed his head and forced him deeper into her pussy.

As Kim pressed Tommy deeper between her legs, she started grinding herself against his face, trying to assuage her aching pussy. Masturbating had never given her pleasure like Tommy's tongue. The moment his mouth closed on her, so soft and warm and wet, a tiny orgasm burst upon her, catching her off guard and leaving her breathless, and the pleasure never completely faded away. That tiny explosion continued to swell into an even larger one, and Kim was doing all she could to meet it head on. She was begging and pleading for Tommy to do her harder as she writhed against him. Her orgasm was tantalizingly close, and she helped herself along as best she could. She stroked her body, played with her nipples, and if she could have gotten her fingers between her legs, she would have played with her clit herself. Oh why wouldn't Tommy do her harder? Couldn't he tell how close she was? Couldn't he see how badly she wanted --needed-- to come?

"Tommy!" she literally growled.

Kim had a handful of Tommy's hair and wasn't letting go. It was becoming difficult for him to breathe, but he wasn't about to let up. Her guttural exclamation ... her writhing body ... the expression of lust on her face ... the way she touched herself ... everything about Kim's reactions was turning him on. Tommy began noticing that Kim's muscles were growing taut; the thrusts of her hips were becoming quicker and harder. Her moans were growing deeper and more frenetic. His tongue felt her pussy walls contracting, and her juices were almost scalding hot. She was poised on the brink; she just needed a little push. Recalling how she reacted to him using his finger on her earlier, Tommy slipped his index finger into her cunt. That was all Kim needed. She came with a shriek as spasm after spasm rippled through her body. Tommy wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out as Kim kept coming and coming. It was a wild ride, and he wouldn't have missed a moment of it for anything.

Finally, Kim collapsed in an ecstatic, exhausted heap on the bed. She was gasping for breath so hard that Tommy thought she might have been crying. Concerned, he tried to sit up and lay down next to her, but her vaginal muscles had such a grip on his finger that he couldn't pull it out.

"Kim, are you okay?" Tommy asked. He repositioned himself as best he could and stroked her trembling body. He reached up and brushed the moisture from her cheeks.

"Uh huh," she gasped. Her body finally relaxed enough for Tommy to remove his trapped digit. "God, Tommy, what did you do to me?"

"Was that all right?"

"All right? Oh, Tommy...." Another crying fit gripped Kimberly, and she buried herself in Tommy's arms.

"It sure looked like you were enjoying yourself," Tommy continued thoughtfully. "Man, you were incredible."

"Me? You were the incredible one; that was the most awesome orgasm I've ever had!"

"Then why are you crying?"

"I don't know."

Tommy stroked Kimberly's hair and did his best to soothe her. While Kim wasn't looking, Tommy wiped her juices from his chin and licked his fingers clean. Man, but she tasted good! He could hardly wait to have seconds.

For several minutes the two lay cuddled together, holding each other tightly. Hands and mouths continued to explore but softly, gently. Their hands wandered all over each other's body, and mouths placed tiny kisses wherever their lips could reach. They were so close, they could feel and hear the pounding of each other's heart.

"Man, you feel so good," Tommy murmured breathily. He tilted Kim's chin up so that he could see her eyes. "You're so warm and soft ... if feels awesome to have you naked in my arms."

"Same here. I can't imagine that things could be any better; even if we don't do anything else, I'm so glad we came this far," Kim sighed.

"You do want to go all the way, don't you?" Tommy asked, concerned by her statement. He noticed a flicker of anxiety in Kimberly's eyes. He slid a finger down her cheek. "What's wrong?"

"I guess I'm a little nervous," Kim confessed.

"You don't have to be; it'll be all right, but if you'd really rather not, we don't have to do anything else tonight," Tommy hastened to assure her.

"I know, but I want to. Don't you?"

"More than anything."

"Are you ready?" Kim asked, sliding a hand between their bodies to find Tommy's cock. Its hardness had diminished somewhat, but it was showing signs of new life as Kim fondled it. "It's so big, even when only half hard. How is this going to fit inside me?"

"I think it'll fit just fine."

"Then, we'd better get this fella up to speed," Kim remarked with a jaunty grin. She curled around until her face was level with Tommy's groin. With exaggerated care, she slipped his organ into her mouth and was gratified to hear Tommy's moan. Since he wasn't fully hard, Kim was able to fit almost his entire cock in her mouth, but not for long.

While Kim worked her mouth magic on his cock, Tommy reached for her hips; her still-wet pussy beckoned enticingly. Tommy spread her legs so his tongue could find her delectable mound, and he lapped greedily at her fresh juices.

"Mm, Tommy, what are you doing?" Kim gasped as tremors of pleasure began radiating outward from her sex.

"Completing the sixty-nine," he responded.

His words first amazed then amused Kim, and his tongue continued to make her shiver. Then, she thoughtfully pulled his cock out of her mouth. Tommy was hard now, and she was dripping wet, but she wasn't quite ready to insert tab ‘A’ into slot ‘B.’ "Tommy?"

It was hard for him to abandon her pussy again. "Hm?"

"If you wouldn't mind, there's something I'd like to try," Kim said hesitantly.

"Anything," Tommy offered gladly.

Kim pressed Tommy onto his back and swung herself around to straddle his hips. She wasn't sure if she should do it or not, but she remember how good it had felt Thursday night when she had been sitting on him with his cock rubbing against her pussy. Grinding against him through their clothing had sent bolts of pleasure surging through her then, so how much better would it feel with skin on skin? Kim lowered herself until Tommy's cock was nestled between her lips. Bracing her hands on his abdomen, Kim rocked her hips forward.

"Oh!" she gasped. The contact felt incredibly good. Even Tommy's eyes went wide at her first movement. She continued to slide back and forth on his rod. Each movement had white hot fire racing through her body. As her moans started to drop in tone, her hips ground harder against Tommy's rod, and her upper body began to move--her back arching and falling, her head tossing back and forth. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and leaving her left hand to brace her body, Kim reached up with her right and began playing with her breasts.

Tommy's breath caught in his throat as he watched her get off on riding his cock. The expression on her face was mind blowing, and her moans sounded like the ones he had heard through the door of the hot tub room. He reached up to help brace her so that she could be free to work her body however she saw fit. Her body snapped across his hips like the flick of a lash --coiling, uncoiling in a continuous wave of movement. He found himself moving with her, making sure his cock was always in contact with her pussy, especially with her clit. Kim's moans descended into growls and from there into whimpers of frustration. Apparently, she was getting herself off but not quite enough to come. Kim suddenly sat up, and her left hand wandered down to rub her clit. She was panting, gasping for air around her groans; she was on the verge --Tommy could feel the tightness in her body-- when suddenly, her eyes snapped open, and she just stopped.

"What's the matter?" Tommy gasped, noting her rather fearful expression and hot blush. She looked away, unable to answer him. "You don't have to stop."

"It's just that...." she fumbled helplessly. Every nerve in her body was screaming for her to continue; she was so close, but when she realized what she was doing ... she felt self-conscious about it. She hadn't intended on masturbating in front of Tommy. What would he think? Sure, she had been touching herself during her dancing and even when Tommy was eating her, but that was different somehow than playing with herself to get herself off. Kim wasn't sure how to explain it to Tommy; masturbating was just kind of personal.

"Please, Kim ... I'd really like to watch you masturbate," Tommy said hesitantly. He tried not to lose his nerve in the face of her shocked expression. "Watching you touch yourself just now nearly blew my mind." He still couldn't bring himself to tell her about the time he overheard her in the hot tub.

"Really?"

"I think it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. You look so awesome when you're on the verge of coming --your expressions, the sort of glow you have-- wow! Why are you embarrassed about masturbating?"

"I just feel a little bit ... funny, that's all," Kim confessed. "I've not masturbated a whole lot before; I guess I was always a little afraid of my mom catching me."

"Me too."

"Do you masturbate?" Kim wondered, but she already knew the answer to that, considering they both had to slip off to masturbate Thursday night, so she added, "often, I mean."

"A lot more in the last two weeks than I had in a while."

Tommy's answer brought a blush to Kim's cheeks.

"You don't need to be embarrassed," Tommy assured her. "Until ... the other night, I hadn't really thought about you masturbating. I was relieved to know that you did it, too; it made me feel that I wasn't --I don't know-- perverted or something like that."

Kim smiled sheepishly at Tommy; those were her feelings exactly. She felt herself relaxing, easing back onto her seat on Tommy cock.

"Here," Tommy offered, and he reached down to stroke his rod, which had lost a little of its steam. Kim watched, wide-eyed, but she wasn't put off by his pumping himself; curious was more like it. Tommy was hoping that seeing him do himself would help put her more at ease. It took only a few strokes to get him fully hard again. "There you go; all ready for you."

Kim grinned shyly at his offering and leaned forward to kiss him, which drew her clit up the length of his rod. She couldn't maintain the kiss for long as her clit all but screamed for her to move harder against Tommy's cock. In no time, she was riding him with all the enthusiasm she had displayed but a few moments ago. The fire burned higher and hotter. Her moans had become needy whimpers again. Her fingers drifted down to her pussy and began stroking her clit furiously. Still, she couldn't seem to push herself over the edge.

"Tommy, help me," she begged. "I want to come so badly ... make me come!" Tommy's hand joined hers in massaging her knob of pleasure. "Almost there ... oh ... now!" Kim's body spasmed wildly as her orgasm crashed in on her. She continued bucking her hips on Tommy's cock.

"God, Kim...."

"Tommy, please...."

"... I want you...."

"... take me...."

" ... now!" they shouted together, and their lips were crushed together in a deep kiss. Kim pressed herself more tightly against Tommy, her hips thrusting against the length of his cock. It wasn't the same movement she used to ride his rod; it was more like her vagina was seeking for the head of his organ in an effort to get it inside. It was more than Tommy could take.

Wrapping his arms around Kim, Tommy rolled them over. With Kimberly under him, Tommy backed off her until he was positioned between her legs. He felt the tremor that shot through her body as he spread her legs wide. Kim's slit was dripping with her moisture, but Tommy still took a moment to gently massage her clit and run his hands over her body. Almost on impulse, he dropped down to run his tongue over her pussy, the broad stroke of his tongue making Kim sigh longingly. Her body continued to writhe with her need. He couldn't believe it, but Kimberly seemed close to coming for a third time. Tommy forced himself to abandon his tongue job; if he kept it up any longer, he would never get around to sliding his cock into Kim's hole. However, he had worked Kim up so much that as soon as his mouth left her mound, she replaced it with her hand. As she furiously masturbated, racing ever nearer to orgasm, Tommy eased the tip of his cock into her pussy.

Kim gasped in surprise and opened her eyes as she felt herself being stretched open. She glanced down to see the head of Tommy's cock disappear between her legs. Tommy removed her hand from her mound and licked the come from her fingers. Tommy had talked about her expressions, but what about the look on his face as he savored the sticky juices on her digits? With a soft moan, Kim's head fell back, and as she did so, Tommy eased his shaft a little further into her.

Tommy held Kimberly's hips and tried not to lose himself in the haze of indescribable bliss that filled his senses. Even Kimberly's mouth hadn't felt as soft, warm and wet as her pussy which closed around his cock like a glove as it penetrated further into her depths. If he hadn't come already, he doubted he would have been able to hold out long enough to fully plunge into her. Tommy continued his forward thrusts, gently but firmly, until he encountered resistance. He knew he couldn't have reached the limit of Kim's capacity yet; she had to be able to take more of him in than what she had. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew the reason for the obstruction, but at the moment, the only thing he was conscious of was how incredible those velvety walls felt around his throbbing rod. With a moan that was part pleasure and part frustration, Tommy pushed harder.

Kimberly was growing a little bit anxious. It felt as if Tommy was stretching her wide open, wider than she had ever been opened before; it was almost as uncomfortable as the gynecologist's speculum. Kim put that out of her mind; Tommy's movements were slow and gentle, and his cock was very warm. It was strange feeling it pulse inside her, and when Tommy moved just right, she could feel something teasing her eager clit. She was starting to really get into his penetration, when a sudden flash of pain shot through her. Tommy's cock had hit a kind of wall inside her, and every time his cock hit her maidenhead it hurt anew. Kim tried to remain calm and stay relaxed, but she couldn't help it. She knew it was supposed to hurt somewhat but not this much. It was just her luck to have a stubborn hymen; she’d thought all those falls on the balance beam had taken care of rupturing the membrane. Apparently not.

Her body tried to shy away from the soreness. Her muscles tensed as if somehow trying to squeeze the invader out. She wondered if Tommy had noticed her discomfort, but his eyes were shut, and the expression he wore was one of concentration and unexpected joy. He was thrusting harder against the membrane. Kim groaned, unable to contain her expression of pain. She wanted to scream at him to stop, but she couldn't form the words.

Tommy felt the tremors that rippled through Kimberly's body. He felt her muscles pulling taut, and he heard her moans. Her gasps seemed to mirror his own sighs, and they spurred him on to greater effort. The barrier was giving way; Tommy gave a final sharp thrust of the hips, and he was through, sheathed to the hilt.

"Oh, man," he groaned, nearly collapsing on top of Kim. Every inch of his cock was wrapped in velvet softness, bathed in warm juices ... the trembling walls of Kim's pussy fit his cock like a second skin, and the pressure her muscles exerted was phenomenal. Below him, Kim emitted a stifled scream, and Tommy very nearly went into sensory overload.

"See, Kim; it fits," he stammered as he recovered from the intensity of the moment; however, when he opened his eyes, he saw that Kim's face did not bear an expression of joy or even contentment. She looked to be in tremendous pain. Her hands were dug so hard into the comforter that her knuckles were white. Tears trickled down her cheeks, and she bit down on her lip so hard that Tommy was afraid she might bite right through it. "Kim, what's wrong?" Instinctively, he tried to pull out, but Kim held him fast.

"Don't ... just stay still," Kim groaned.

"What's ... oh! Geez, Kim, I'm sorry. I got so wrapped up in how good it felt to be inside you that I forgot all about...." Tommy babbled. He felt like kicking himself for not remembering that tearing her hymen would hurt, and that was one of the things he had been so worried about the afternoon before their blow up.

"I knew it was going to be uncomfortable ... I don't think it was supposed to hurt this much," Kim sniffled.

Tommy was at a loss as to what to do for Kim; he was afraid he had done something wrong and injured her. Her brushed the tears from her eyes, and tried to reach for the tissues on the nightstand, but his slightest movement seemed to cause her to wince.

"Maybe I should pull out," he suggested.

"No, don't move," she gasped. "Just stay still for a bit. I think it's getting a little better now, but if you pull out, I probably won't let you back in."

"What can I do to help?"

"Take my mind off it; make me feel good again."

"Gladly."

Tommy went back to the beginning, to their first gentle kisses and touches. He kissed her softly and with his tongue traced the fullness of her mouth. His tongue probed her mouth, seeking hers, caressing it in a loving dance. While his mouth was engaged, his hands came up to stroke her face, her hair, and wandered down to her sensitive breasts. Tommy found himself wishing he was flexible enough to suck her tits into his mouth, but he had to settle for tickling her bosom with his hair. Then, he had a sudden inspiration. He pried Kim's fingers free of the bedspread and raised her hands to his hair.

Tommy was rewarded with a warm smile as Kim ran her fingers through his locks. He held still for a moment while she played with his hair. The longer she toyed with his locks the more Tommy could feel the tension ebbing from her body. Then he resumed playing with her breasts and stroking her quivering abdomen. He could feel the changes in Kim's body. She was getting wetter; he could feel her juices running down her slit, coating her thighs and his balls. The grip on his imprisoned organ was relaxing ever so slightly. When Kim moaned, it wasn't with pain but with delight. Still, Tommy didn't move. He continued teasing Kim's body until she began to respond by thrusting against his hips, slowly working herself on his cock.

One moment, Kim's body was engulfed in tremendous agony, the next the pain was like a distant memory as Tommy's hands sweetly tormented her aching body. Playing with his hair, as it always did, had her pulse pounding. Fondling Tommy's hair, combined with him gently massaging her nipples, quickly swept Kim up into the white hot fires of pleasure. Her body began to move, seeking satisfaction. Kimberly felt full but by no means satisfied. The hardness within her wasn't touching those places that cried out to be touched. With a whimper, she moved her hips around in an effort to placate her feverish need.

Feeling Kimberly working herself on his rod, Tommy felt it was safe to try a few strokes of his own. Tentatively, he moved his hips, easing his cock in and out. He trembled with the exquisite sensation. Kim was thrusting against him with more enthusiasm now, and it was difficult for him to match her thrusts. After a few awkward attempts, Tommy was able to match her rhythm. He tried to continue playing with her breasts, but he couldn't concentrate on anything but the fire enveloping his body. He settled for grabbing a hold of Kim's hips. Kim was moving more frenetically; her muscles tensed, and her moans degenerated into hungry growls. She was very, very close, and so was he. It would be too much to come together on their first time, but it was looking like that was what was going to happen. In fact, Kim had reached down to finger her clit, sending her careening over the edge of ecstasy. Tommy almost couldn't move because her vagina was gripping him so tightly; it was almost as if Kim's muscles were trying to milk the come out of him. Kim's body whipped up wildly, and she choked back a shriek as she came for the third time. Then, she went limp in Tommy's grasp; every time her body shivered Tommy felt it through his cock. Teary-eyed and gasping for breath, Kim smiled up at him.

"I'm sorry; I just couldn't hold back," she panted.

"It's okay; I'm nearly there."

"God, that felt good; it felt good coming with you inside me."

"It was pretty awesome for me, too."

"But you haven't come yet."

"I know."

"Then we'd better take care of that," Kim said with a sexy grin. "Do it, Tommy, as fast and as hard as you need to."

"Are you sure? Aren't you still sore?"

"Just fuck me, Tommy."

Tommy pulled back to do just that, but he suddenly recalled something else he had forgotten about, and he pulled out all the way.

"What's wrong?" Kim wondered.

"I've got to stop ... I forgot to put on a condom."

"You don't mind?" Kim queried. She had thought of the condom but had been a little afraid to ask Tommy to wear it. She was on the pill, as she told Becca, but it didn't hurt to be extra careful.

"Of course not. Just let me get my wallet...." Tommy climbed off the bed in search of his trousers.

"How long have you had it in your wallet," Kim wondered, "since your dad gave it to you when you had the 'birds and the bees' talk?"

"Actually, I put a fresh one in Friday before I came to pick you up from Ernie's," Tommy admitted sheepishly. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, if the one you had was pretty old, I was going to tell you that I had one in my purse," Kim responded with equal self-consciousness.

"And when did you put one in your purse?" Tommy asked, grinning slyly.

Kim favored him with a playful scowl. "Thursday night after I left your house."

"You're something else, you know that?" Tommy said as he bounced back onto the bed, causing Kim to yelp. They traded playful grins as Tommy returned to where he had been kneeling between her legs. All of a sudden his grin faded as he noticed a red stain on the comforter. "Hey, is that blood?" It wasn't much, but seeing it concerned Tommy.

"Uh huh. Losing one's virginity can be messy," Kim replied in a tone that seemed to say ‘don't be so dense.’ Tommy shrugged and smiled helplessly. He tore open the condom packet, but he had scarcely removed it from the wrapper when Kim sat up and snatched it away from him.

"Allow me," she said, taking his cock in her hands. She pumped him several times then took his cock deep into her throat, provoking Tommy to utter a spectacular moan. Kim hollowed out her cheeks around his shaft, creating suction, then began bobbing her head with abandon. The sensation was so delightful that Tommy was soon fucking her mouth of his own accord. Finally, he had to pull Kim away. She smiled up at him with a devilish grin, and he savaged her hungry lips with his own. Kim tore herself free and kissed her way down Tommy's body. Upon reaching his groin, she rolled her tongue around the purple head of his unsatisfied organ then rolled the rubber into place.

"Go for it," she whispered huskily, flinging herself back onto the bed and spreading her legs wide.

With such an invitation, Tommy couldn't refuse. Mindful that she was probably still pretty tender, he spared a moment to give Kim a good tongue lashing, causing her to squeal with delight and gush with fresh juices.

"Turn over," Tommy directed. He slipped off the end of the bed and propped Kim up until she was on her hands and knees, her ass thrust enticingly into the air. He eagerly caressed the smooth, firm globes before him. He planted a kiss on each cheek then ran his tongue up the crack of her ass. As he pulled her bottom into his hips, his cock slid along her channel; Tommy's body shuddered with the incredible sensation. Obviously, something felt good to Kimberly because she was eagerly grinding her ass into his groin. It was all the encouragement Tommy needed. His cock found the entrance to her pussy, and he carefully slipped it inside. Kim was so loose and wet that Tommy's rod went in to the hilt without any trouble. Kim uttered a tiny gasp.

"Does it hurt?" Tommy asked anxiously.

"Not really. It feels wonderful," she purred. She backed herself down on Tommy's organ with relish. "Please, Tommy; I want to feel you moving inside me again."

"Your wish is my command," he answered with bravado. He thrust forward while Kim was still on her hands and knees. He loved watching the way her bottom rippled as her cheeks slapped against his hips. His hands wandered all over her back and into her hair. Kim was groaning and gasping almost as much as he was. Tommy reached under Kim to play with her breasts; the position wasn't exactly comfortable, so Tommy eased her up until she was kneeling against him. She arched up, thrusting her breasts forward, and his fingers closed around her nipples.

"Do you think you can come again?" Tommy whispered, his thrusts driving harder and deeper.

"I don't know; I've never come this many times before," Kim gasped. "Don't worry about me. I want you to come. I want you to have the most awesome orgasm you've ever had!"

As Tommy pumped her harder, his hands moved from Kim's breasts to her clit. Her bucking became wilder, her hip thrusts more frantic. He felt a tightening in his own body, felt the fire surging forward. Kim thrust herself hard against him as yet another fiery spasm raced through her body. When her orgasm hit, Kim's head whipped back, and she started fucking Tommy even harder. Seconds later, it was Tommy's turn to bite back a shout as his body was consumed in a fiery eruption of pleasure. At last the two collapsed, exhausted, sore, but satisfied. Tommy's limp organ slipped out of Kimberly as he rolled off her back to lay next to her.

"Thank you," he murmured, cuddling Kim close.

"Mm, that felt so good," Kim sighed contentedly. Her body was still trembling with the power of her orgasms. She felt the same tremors pulsing through Tommy as he lay next to her. Kim rolled over to face him. She traced his facial features with her fingertip.

"I can't believe you came four times," Tommy said with appreciative awe.

"Neither can I. We definitely have to do this again sometime. Maybe not in the room tonight, but...."

"Why not tonight in the room?" Tommy queried.

"Tommy, your folks...."

"If we were really quiet...."

"Tommy...."

"I know. I was only teasing, but I do know one thing. Neither one of us is sleeping on the couch tonight." The two burst into a fit of giggles, which dissolved into a lingering kiss.

"We should probably get back to the reception," Kim said reluctantly. She didn't want to leave the warmth of his embrace just yet. "How much time do we have before your folks get back?"

"About twenty-five minutes," Tommy answered, checking his watch. He was suddenly very grateful that Kim insisted that they leave their communicators back at the hotel.

"Do you think I have time to take a quick shower? I'm so hot and sweaty, not to mention sticky. I almost hate to put my dress back on."

"I don't see why not, but you probably better not get your hair wet," Tommy advised.

"Right." Slipping Tommy a quick kiss, Kim gathered up her clothes and scampered into the bathroom.

For several moments, Tommy lay dozing on the bed. He had never felt so worn out or so perfectly contented, even though his arms now felt empty without Kim in them. He had almost drifted off to sleep when he heard the toilet flush and the shower come on. Thoughts of the hot tub episode came back to him, but now he had an easier time picturing Kim in the water pleasuring herself. He knew how her body looked, felt, tasted ... how she looked when she came ... and he wished he could be in the shower with her. He could almost feel her as he soaped up her breasts, her ass ... see the water droplets beading on her silky skin ... before Tommy fully realized what he was doing, he had hopped out of bed. He paused at the bathroom door, listening. He heard Kim sigh softly. The sudden surge of hormones that shot through him gave him the courage to knock.

"Hey, Kim," he called out tentatively.

"Yeah, Tommy?"

"Would you ... um ... like for me to wash your back or something like that?" he offered.

"Mm! That would be wonderful," she moaned. "Come on in; the water's perfect."

Tommy opened the door and was very surprised by what he saw. The room was about as large as his bedroom back home, and the set up was more elaborate than any bathroom he had ever seen. Not only was there a shower stall --with a glass door no less-- there was also a sunken tub complete with whirlpool jets.

"Becca certainly likes the finer things in life," Tommy murmured. He watched Kim through the patterned glass door of the shower and felt new life stirring in his cock. She was standing under the spray and running her hands all over her body.

"If we would have had more time, I would have filled the bathtub," Kim called out to him.

"Because of the whirlpool jets?" Tommy queried with a knowing grin.

"Why do you say that?" Kim wondered. "I was just thinking how great it would be to soak in a big tub with lots of hot water and bubbles ... what did you think I was getting at?"

"Oh, nothing," Tommy fibbed.

"Tommy...." Kim insisted. She opened the door and glared at him, noting his sheepish countenance and jutting cock. "Out with it. Something about me, whirlpool jets and tubs has you excited."

Tommy had the decency to appear embarrassed as he made his confession. "Well, you know the other night when you were using the hot tub in the basement? I sort of overheard what you were doing...."

"You didn't!" Kim gasped, her cheeks turning red.

"... and instead of leaving --like I should have-- I sat outside and jerked off while listening to you jerking off in the tub."

For a moment Kim was too embarrassed and astonished to speak. Tommy was just relieved to have that off his chest. He hadn't been sure how long he was going to be able to keep that particular incident a secret.

"No wonder you said that you wanted to watch me masturbate," Kim commented after a considerable pause. There was no sense in being upset about it now. She studied Tommy's expression --among other things. "You really get off on watching me, don't you."

"As much as you get off on playing with my hair," Tommy quipped. "So, do I still get to take a shower with you, or are you going to make me stand out here and watch you?"

"I should make you stand out there," Kim grumbled with a good-natured grin, "but then, I wouldn't get to play with your hair or feel your hands on my body. Get in here."

There was plenty of room in the shower for two people, and barely was the door shut than Tommy and Kim were all over each other. Under the warm, soothing spray they played with each other's bodies. It was fun to slip and slide against each other thanks to the soapy lather with which they coated themselves. Tommy pulled Kim against him, her bottom pressed tightly against his hips. In this position, his cock was nestled between the swell of her buttocks, and he could play with her enticing tits while humping her behind. His mammary massage quickly worked Kim into a near orgasmic state, so much so that she began rubbing her clit as Tommy dry fucked her.

"Oh, God, Tommy, if we don't stop soon, I'm going to come again," Kim gasped.

"Go for it," he urged her.

Kim wanted to say that they didn't have time for another fuck, but she was already on the verge, and Tommy's fingers on her tits felt so wonderful. She was aching to feel his mouth on her clit. Tommy was definitely ready for another round; his cock had been achingly purple when he stepped into the stall, and Kim's mouth watered at the thought of going down on him again. Tommy, however, seemed perfectly content to jerk himself off with her ass cheeks. Kim's eyes snapped open suddenly as a fiery spasm rippled through her. Her gaze took in the shower head, and for the first time she realized that it was attached to a hose --like a shower massager. She was hit with a sudden inspiration; it was naughty, deliciously wicked, and with a smoldering glance over her shoulder at Tommy's glowing face, she knew she couldn't resist it.

"When you mentioned the whirlpool jets a bit ago, were you wanting to watch me get off on them?" Kim asked innocently.

"Uh huh," Tommy groaned.

"And you really like watching me masturbate?"

"Almost as much as fucking you."

"Then, perhaps you'd like this." Before she could chicken out, Kim grabbed the shower massager and pulled it out of its holding bracket. Adjusting the spray and bracing herself against the wall across from Tommy, she directed the pulse at her pussy. A low moan rumbled up from the depths of her soul as the water pounded her clit. It was almost too powerful for her to continue, but watching Tommy's reaction --the look in his eye, the way he staggered back against the door-- made Kim keep the massager in place. The spray was relentless and felt so good --almost as good as the vibrator. All too soon, Kim's hips were thrusting against the watery force. She felt herself sliding down the shower wall as her legs seemed unable to support her. She thought of Tommy's tongue on her clit and gasped; her free hand wandered up to toy with her breasts, and she brought the massager closer to her pussy until she was almost humping it.

Unable to support herself in her present position, Kim turned and leaned against the shower wall. Her back was toward Tommy, and she thrust her bottom out as she continued using the massager on her trembling body. She turned her head to the side so she wouldn't smash her nose as her body slapped against the dark tiles of the shower. Behind her, Kim heard Tommy's moans and the squelch of his flesh sliding down the wet glass of the door.

Kim's sudden maneuver had taken Tommy by surprise. One moment his cock was delightfully sheathed between Kim's marvelous cheeks, and the next ... well, one look at Kim's face as the water hit her clit made him forget about her ass cheeks. Tommy was astounded to see her using the massager to get herself off --to see her quivering body and hear her throaty moans as she pleasured herself. He needed to brace himself against something as he felt his knees go weak. His hand stroked his cock almost unknowingly; he only had eyes for the performance before him. When Kim turned to the wall, Tommy lost his footing and slipped to the shower floor. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Then, catching the lusty, excited expression on her face as she looked back over her shoulder was too much for Tommy. He lunged forward, pulled the massager out of Kim's hand and turned her around, then buried his tongue in her dripping slit, his hand planted firmly on her behind; he squeezed it with every lick. Kim grabbed his head and pressed him deeper into her pussy as she rode his face. Kim quickly came.

As soon as the climax started to ebb, Tommy scrambled to his feet, and, somewhat awkwardly, slipped his aching cock in Kim's tight box. He groaned and she gasped at the suddenness of the maneuver. She tried standing on tiptoes to help facilitate matters, but the height difference made a standing coupling almost impossible. Tommy uttered a needy whimper as Kim extricated herself from his organ, but that whimper quickly became a sigh as Kim dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips and tongue around his cock. It didn't take very long for Tommy to shoot his load. This time, Kim was a little more prepared. She pulled his cock out of her mouth before he exploded, and she aimed his cock at her tits.

"Mm, I love you," Tommy murmured as he collected Kim in his arms to kiss her.

"Same here."

The two might have stayed in the shower longer had it not been for the fact that the water had turned cold. There was much groping and kissing, squeals and laughter, which ensued as they dressed. They were doing good to find all the parts of their clothing, but they finally managed to get themselves back together. They took a little time to straighten up Becca's room so it didn't look too much like someone had been there. Then, arm in arm, they made their way back to the reception.

Chapter 20

"Becca, have you seen Tommy and Kim?" Jan queried as she and Thomas returned to the ballroom. She had surveyed the thinning gathering and saw no sign of the pair.

"Not for a little bit, Aunt Jan," Becca gulped. She knew precisely where the two had gotten off to as she had watched them make their way towards the pool.

"I think I saw them on the terrace dancing," Laurie fibbed, trying to be helpful. Becca had told her about slipping Tommy her room key, and it wouldn't do for his folks to find out.

"Would you like us to get them for you?" Becca offered. "You and Uncle Thomas didn't hardly get a chance to dance earlier, and they're playing an extended set of slow songs."

"Sounds good to me," Thomas agreed, and scooped Jan into his arms as Becca and Laurie scampered off.

"I wonder what those two are hiding," Jan mused.

"They probably don't want us to catch Tommy and Kim necking on one of the benches in the garden," Thomas replied. "Although, actually, that kind of sounds like fun; want to try and find our own bench when we get back to our hotel?"

"Thomas William...." Jan murmured, but there was no anger in her voice.

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"Now what, oh Great Match Maker?" Laurie grumbled as she followed Becca out of the ballroom. "If they did take you up on your offer, they probably don't want to be interrupted."

"They'd want it less to have Aunt Jan and Uncle Thomas find them," Becca retorted. However, as the two stepped out onto the terrace, they spied Tommy and Kim at the far end, dancing slowly and very closely together.

How do I know when it's love?
I can't tell you, but it lasts forever.
How does it feel when it's love?
It's just something that you feel together.
When its love.

"I think you've finally found the rhythm," Kim giggled under her breath as she and Tommy swayed together.

"You finally showed me how to move my hips," he retorted, making her blush.

"I wish this night didn't have to end," Kim sighed. "It's been the most wonderful night I can remember."

"We'll have other wonderful nights together," Tommy promised as he kissed her again.

"Uh oh, here come Becca and Laurie," Kim observed.

"That must mean my folks are back."

"At least they didn't have to come looking for us in Becca's room."

"Looking good, you two," Becca greeted them with a sly grin.

"I think I've gotten the hang of this dancing stuff now," Tommy responded, keeping his expression as innocent as possible. "Are my folks back?"

"Yes, but they're inside dancing," Laurie replied.

"This I have to see," Tommy said with a laugh. As he swept Kim past his two cousins, Becca coughed politely and held out her hand. "Oh, yeah. Thanks." Tommy returned her passkey.

"So?" Becca inquired with a knowing gleam in her eye.

"So what?" Tommy asked.

"Aren't you going to tell me what happened?"

"Becca," Tommy began, lightly putting his hands on her shoulders and kissing her on the brow. "Whatever you imagined went on between me and Kim this evening is probably a hundred times more interesting than what actually did." Then, leaving Becca staring after him dumbfounded and practically sputtering, Tommy guided Kimberly back indoors.

Jan looked up just as Tommy and Kimberly returned to the ballroom. In spite of the lighting, she could tell that their color was high, and they looked slightly disheveled. Tommy's hair had been undone, and so had Kimberly's. As the introduction to the next song came on, the two shared a kiss that smacked of something deeper than high school affection, and as they started dancing, there was something different in the way they held each other --a closeness, an ease. Jan was suddenly reminded of another dance a long time ago and another young couple who were very much in love. Upon her and Thomas' return to the party, she remember her cheeks being warm, her hair being askew, and Thomas holding her with a certainty that he never possessed before.

"Thomas, do you imagine...?" Janice began uncertainly.

"I imagine nothing. That's your department," he teased her gently, but he had observed the pair, too. "Whatever it is we think we see, it's none of our business."

"I suppose," Jan sighed, but her mind kept turning back to the night she and Thomas had first made love. She remembered the fear and uncertainty with his departure looming in the future, and she remembered that night being happier than she had ever been in her life. "You know, I think this is the happiest I've seen those two in a long time."

"About as happy as we were when we were their age," Thomas agreed, and Jan knew that he had drawn the same conclusions as she had.

"I don't want them to have the burden of trying to keep things a secret --like we did when we were their age," Jan murmured.

"When the time is right, they'll know."

We'll get higher and higher,
Straight up we'll climb.
Higher and higher, leave it all behind.
So baby dry your eyes
Save all the tears you've cried
Oh, that's what dreams are made of.

"I love this song," Kim murmured as Tommy whirled her around. "Somehow, it seems to suit us."

"The falcon and the crane, soaring through the sky," Tommy said, causing Kim to grin.

"It's like all our hopes and dreams will come true someday."

"As long as we're together, nothing will be impossible." And they stopped dancing long enough for Tommy to press his lips to hers.

And in the end,
On dreams we will depend.
'Cause that's what love is made of.

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Tommy and Kim scarcely had the door to their room closed behind them when they fell into each other's arms, kissing hotly. Their hands were busy tugging at each other's clothing until Tommy had Kim's dress down around her ankles and she had his shirt unbuttoned. Kim tore her mouth from Tommy's and started kissing her way down his neck, pausing only to nibble on his earlobe.

"Kim!" Tommy gasped, wondering yet again how wonderful her soft, full lips felt on his skin. She eagerly peeled his jacket and shirt down his arms, all the while kissing him. Tommy was torn between her sweet caresses and an even more urgent need. As Kim stripped him to the waist, need won out over desire. "Stop a sec, Kim. Please."

"Hm?" she queried with a sleepy sort of grin on her face. "I thought you were ready for more. You're already rock hard." With a giggle, she stroked his swollen cock.

"Arousal isn't the only thing that gets a cock hard," Tommy said, to her puzzlement. Tommy rolled his eyes and sighed with exasperation. Sometimes, it didn't pay to try and be polite. "I gotta use the bathroom, all right?"

"Oh," Kim murmured and stifled another giggle. She felt as giddy as if she had been drinking.

"Tell you what," Tommy suggested. "Why don't you slip out of the rest of your things and wait for me in the bed."

"Sounds good to me," Kim agreed, and she skipped over to the bed and bounced on it playfully.

The filthy cute look on her face made Tommy wish he had thought to use the restroom before they had left the reception. He didn't want to leave Kim for a moment when she looked so good. As he started to step into the bathroom, Kim tossed something at him --one of her stockings. Tommy sighed and shut the door.

Kim was stripped down to her thong in no time. She felt a little self-conscious about leaving her things laying all over the hotel room, so she gathered them up and put them in a neat pile by her luggage. Then, she picked up Tommy's shirt and jacket. The jacket she hung on the back of the desk chair, but the shirt she gathered to her bosom. Burying her face in it, she inhaled deeply. It was saturated with Tommy's scent --his aftershave, his perspiration. She inhaled a second time. Tommy smelled so good! For the sheer delight of it, Kim slipped his shirt on; it covered her like a short dress, and her hands were lost in the sleeves. She spun around happily, her heart overflowing with joy and confidence and love. In her spinning, she stumbled over the corner of the mattress and tumbled onto the bed again. She stretched out languorously, luxuriating in the feel of Tommy's shirt on her body. Briefly, she wondered what Tommy would think of her wearing his shirt. Her body ached deliciously --but whether for Tommy's touch or from all the evening's activities, she couldn't tell.

She stifled a yawn, wondering what could be taking Tommy so long in the bathroom. And people said women took forever in the bathroom! Kim's eyelids felt heavy, and she closed them just for a moment, envisioning Tommy staring down at her with his warm, brown utterly gorgeous eyes and his bright smile and that sexy, sexy hair framing his face....

Tommy emerged from the bathroom wearing only his briefs. He tossed his trousers over his suitcase and eagerly turned to the bed, only to find Kimberly curled up on the covers and sound asleep. He bit back a sigh of frustration. He supposed he could wake her up, but he hated to disturb her. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful. Her wondrous mouth curved upwards in a blissful smile, and she looked so sexy laying there in her black panties and his white shirt. Tommy sat down next to her and brushed the hair out of her face. Kim didn't even twitch. Tommy placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, and Kim sighed in her sleep.

Tommy shut off the lights and snuggled up next to Kim, pulling her close. She fitted herself to him as if sleeping with him had been the most natural thing in the world.

"Good night, Beautiful."

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