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Since the start of the term, I had watched Joan exercise and work out in the
skimpiest of gym uniforms. The blonde 19 year old was the most beautiful
cheerleader in the senior class. All the boys in school were constantly trying
to get into her pants, and to be honest with you, my own heart would literally
do a flip flop imagining what it would be like to fondle her large breasts that
were constantly peeking out through the sides of the tight T-shirts the kids
wore despite strict dress codes.

Watching her strut her stuff up and down the halls, I spent many a moment in
deep thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill of parting her long, lean
legs and caressing her with my tongue. I lived for the day the opportunity
might arise to show her the value of taking instruction from an older, more
mature person – one that has been around and knows the ropes. To me, Joan
seemed to know the score, and I was positive that none of the kids her own age
could possibly bring her the sexual satisfaction I instinctively knew her body
must crave. Teacher or no teacher, if I thought I could get away with it, I
would do anything short of rape to be able to lick and swallow the sacred
secretions that were certain to flow in abundance from that delectable
Homecoming Queen’s vagina.

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Anne always brushed me off the same way when I proposed marriage; she’d
always tell me that there was more about her that she didn’t want me to
know for fear that it would end a pleasant friendship.
I asked her again today, July third, while we were on our way back from
the local clinic where we got our periodic HIV screenings; neither of us
had had any sexual contacts for six months, but we were scared enough by
our experiences to keep going back to the clinic every month. On the
way out, we agreed to get together for a picnic dinner tomorrow, before
the fireworks on the fourth. I made my usual proposal, half in jest but
half seriously, and Anne surpirsed me completely by answering yes.
She drove us immediately to the county courthouse. I was still in a
daze as she marched us up to the clerk’s office and rang the bell. I’d
made my usual offer of marriage, but I hadn’t expected her to accept on
the spot, and her fast followthrough left me reeling. She filled out as
much of the form the clerk handed her as she could, then handed it to me
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“Janet and I
were roommates, you know, and we shared our men. We made love together,
in the same bed, sometimes with one man and sometimes with more, and
sometimes just the two of us. We made love to each other fairly often;
at first, we only did it when we shared a man, but it was fun enough
that we did it when we were alone together, although that wasn’t often.”

I could tell that there was real regret in her voice, that she’d really
enjoyed the lifestyle she was describing. At the same time, I was a bit
shocked. I knew that some of the gays in our support group had enjoyed
something of a similar lifestyle, but I had a hard time facing the fact
that someone I was attracted to was like that. As a result, I stopped
my offers of marriage for a month or so, but by the time June arrived,
I’d come to face the fact that I liked Anne despite what she’d told me.

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I couldn’t imagine what she meant by straight, but she didn’t say more
until a few weeks later. We’d gone out to a late movie after one of the
meetings of our support group, and as we walked back to the parking lot
where we’d left our cars, we talked.

“It’s been a few months since I left Janet,” Anne said, “and still, it’s
hard for me to face it.”

“You should call her up, talk to her,” I suggested.

“It’s not that,” she said, chuckling. “I’ve been phoning Janet once a
week for a while now. What I can’t do is imagine me living the rest of
my life monogamously or without sex.”

I remember one night after we left a meeting of the survivors, Anne gave
a good summary of her feelings. “You know, Jeff, there are times I wish
I could become a nun, I wish I could live in an isolated world where sex
didn’t exist.”

“Why not marry me?” I joked.

“What?” she said, stopping me on the street and staring at me.

“Like you said at the meeting,” I said. “You said you’d always thought
that marriage was a trap to be avoided, that marriage would mean the end
of your sexuality. Wouldn’t marriage be more fun than a convent?”

She smiled at me and chuckled. “It probably would, but you’re so …”
She paused, her voice trailing off. “Damn it, you’re so straight that
I’m afraid I’d offend you.”

“I guess it’s about the same with me,” I said as I fished in my pocket
for my keys. “How come you still wear the earrings?”

She looked oddly at me for a moment before she answered. “They’re in
permanently; I’d have to cut them to get them out.”

Can you call it dating when neither partner is interested in making any
sexual advances? In March, a few months after Anne joined our survivors
support group, we started going out together. I think we were both
using our relationship defensively; by staying together when we were in
social settings, we could were shield each other from sexual pressure.

She was so different from me, but somehow over the months that followed,
we found that we had something in common. We weren’t the only straights
in the survivors of AIDS group, but mabe the fact that most of the group
was gay did help push us together. The first thing we discovered we had
in common was an aversion to everything we associated with our encounter
with AIDS, and that included sex.

A few weeks after she joined our support group, we ended up walking out
to the parking lot together after a meeting. It was January, but above
freezing, and after the recent cold spell, we both found it pleasantly
warm, enough so that we stood outside and chated a bit before we got in
our cars to drive home.

“By the way,” I asked. “I remember you said you did jewelry design; got
any of your work to show off?”

“Other than my earrings, Nope,” she said, and then paused thoughtfully.
“It’s funny, I used to like flashy jewelry, but since Janet got AIDS …
well, I guess I’ve tried to avoid being flashy. I guess I’m one of the
new puritans the minister talked about at the meeting. It sure sounds
odd saying it, though, I mean, my self-image is about as far from that
as possible.”

While the rest of the group came down on her for abandoning her friend,
I admired her. She was stunning looking, if plainly dressed. Her long
hair was tied back in a ponytail to show her ears, and in each ear, she
wore a row of gold earrings that ran from the earlobe right up over the
top, as many as twenty in each ear.

I still remember Anne’s outburst at her first meeting. “Damn you!” she
screamed. “Don’t you understand? Janet and I,” she sobbed, “Janet and
I shared all the same lovers.” She paused for a ragged breath. “How
can I make you understand? See these rings?” She ran her finger over
the arc of rings in one ear. “Janet and I had this deal. Everytime we
had a new guy, we’d put in a new pair of earrings, one ring for each of
us. Now she’s got AIDS, damn it, but I didn’t run away from her, I ran
away from all of our lovers! Janet I could face, I couldn’t face all the
guys!”

I was in shock when I saw what Anne exposed when she undressed, but I’ve
got to admit it, she did warn me. We met six months ago at a meeting of
the local support group for survivors of AIDS. The group was hosted by
the local Metropolitan Church, but don’t get me wrong, I’m not gay. I’d
joined the group after the death of my previous lover; when we’d started
living together, she’d never told me that her previous lover was bi, but
now she’d paid for it with her life. Now, I thank God that we’d always
used condoms.

Anne was very withdrawn when she first joined the group; she said that
she was an artist, into jewelry design, but that she usually worked as a
sales clerk in a jewelery store because her artwork didn’t support her.
When she explained that she’d just arrived from Chicago, having fled the
city when her best friend was diagnosed with AIDS, I’m sorry to say that
we weren’t a very supportive group.

Her asscheeks tensed
against his dick, not wanting to let it go, moving it up and down in her
frenetic motion. Keith pushed against her, wanting to enter her from
behind, but he couldn’t. Finally, Terri stopped moving, and she rolled
over, pulling her ass away from his dick. With all the movement next to his
dick, without even entering her ass or cumming or ANYTHING, he was very,
very hard and dying for release. She pulled him up towards her face, and
after thanking him for making her feel so good…

Pushing Terri off of him, Keith pulled his body out from underneath hers,
pushing her down onto the bed stomach first. His hand never left her ass,
rubbing against her and feeling her grind in return. He grabbed her cheeks
and pulled them apart, sticking his tongue against her asshole, feeling her
grind into the bed. Her hand reached back and ran thru his hair, pushing
against his head, telling him what he needed to know. Keith let her hand
manipulate his actions, sensing that Terri was getting very close to orgasm.
She grabbed him, and looking back at him, pulled him towards her. She then
grabbed his dick and put it in the crack of her asscheeks, wanting him to
rub against her. Keith pushed against her ass, touching her asshole with
his dick as he moved back and forth between her. The pseudo-anal sex
continued, with Terri tensing against his body. She felt her urges building
against her will, wanting to hold onto this feeling forever. She finally
couldn’t hold it anymore, and she started to cum, pushing against Keith’s
cock hard, hoping he would keep moving back and forth.

Keith felt that now was the time for what Terri liked him to do. It took
them a while to find out what each of them liked, in the sexual sense, and
once they did, the fact that they could not have any intercourse did not
bother them at all. His hands, grabbing her ass, pulled her down closer to
his mouth, and he lightly brushed his tongue against her asshole. Her
muffled moan made him continue, pushing and probing while his hands roamed
her whole body and cunt. She squirmed and moaned as she sucked his dick,
stroking it with more intensity as his movements increased. Keith soon wet
her ass enough, so he resumed licking her clit as his finger slowly pushed
against Terri’s rosebud. She tried to resist, but started to push against
his hand, wanting more. He felt Terri stop licking and sucking him, and he
knew that she would have to, since she couldn’t concentrate on both things
at once. His cock ached for her touch, but he could wait. He was getting
off anyway – his time would come soon.

He put his arms on each side of her body, then around her hips and onto her
ass. He now had a firm grip on her, and was not about to give up his
position very easily. Keith could smell her muskiness now, her intensity
and sexuality turning him on just by being near him. He pulled her clit
near him and lightly licked her, running his tongue all the way down her to
the bottom of her cunt.
Terri jumped, and pulled herself away from his touches lightly, not really
wanting to, but she had to. “That’s not fair! I never even got into
position to do you!” she pouted. Keith didn’t reply, which meant that he
was using his tongue for other things, and she soon felt what he was up to.
Her whole lower half shuddered as his tongue entered her and his hands
grasped her ass. She knew this was going to happen, so Terri had to
concentrate. Letting her cunt move up and down Keith’s tongue, she grabbed
his dick and stroked it, lowering her mouth on the tip and sucking hard.
She could feel him stop for a second startled by the feelings she initiated,
but recovered and soon continued his oral advances. She thought, “Well, if
he wants to play that way…” grabbing his balls while slowly enveloping his
entire dick to her tightly placed hand on the base of his cock. Moving and
sucking at the same time, she could feel his pulsating thru her entire
mouth. While she sucked him, Terri was grinding her mound against Keith’s
face, wanting more. He was happily obliging, moving slowly into and out of
her mouth while licking her and tasting her sweetness on his lips.

Keith pulled away, regretting it the moment he did it. “I think we might
have to do something about this, Terri. I’m getting kind of hot and
bothered. If you know what I mean.” She grinned, and knew exactly what he
was talking about. Pushing him away from her, feeling his hands slip away
from her body, she placed him squarely on his back. Terri made him put his
hands on his side. “No touching! At least, not yet.” she said with a grin.
Looking at him, she turned away from him, and placed her ass in his view.
She was now on top of his chest, facing away from him. Keith could feel
Terri pushing against his chest, the dampness fairly dripping onto his body.
She slid up his body, her ass a tempting sight as it slowly enveloped his
line of sight. Terri lifted herself up and put her knees on each side of
Keith’s head, keeping her distance from his mouth. Keith, however, had
other ideas.