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By Kathy (kathy80@aol.com)

Chris and I were in a real bad way. We hardly talked to each other, and it was pretty obvious that our relationship was going out the window.But I guess we were both stubborn,and neither of us wanted to be the first to admit that it was a washout, because the other one would have turned around and said, Oh, so you think it's a washout, do you? Well, I don't, but if that's the way you feel... You know the kind of argument I mean.
I guess we were drifting apart because we were both heavily into our work. Chris was getting together a huge nationwide consumer survey that was incredibly important to his whole career. If it worked out the way he hoped, it meant almost immediate promotion. And I was into a special seminar for infant-school teachers, and I had so much work on my plate I didn't know where to turn.
In the last few weeks, we hardly ever made love at all. If we did, we did it silently, because we both had sexual appetites and because we needed to relieve ourselves, but it was about as romantic and as meaningful as brushing your teeth or scratching an itch.
One Sunday afternoon, I decided I'd had it.Chris was working on his goddam survey, and he hadn't said a word all day. What was I supposed to do, turn into a silent nun because a certain percentage of United States citizens happen to eat one kind of breakfast cereal and another percentage can't stand the sight of the stuff?
I went up to Chris and I said, 'That's it'. He said, 'That's what?' I said 'That's it. It's all over. You and me are done, finished, pick up what's yours and get out!'
He still didn't say anything.He collected all his books and stuff, and he stacked them outside by his car, and he just seemed to accept the situation. I was glad, because I couldn't have stopped myself from crying if he'd tried to argue with me.
I was standing in the kitchen waiting for him to leave, when he came into the room, and took my hands in his and said, 'Tessa, there's something I think we ought to do, because we've been together for two years and somehow it doesn't seem right to end things any other way.'
'I said, 'What's that?', but I knew what he meant. He said, 'Come to bed. One last time.'
I was shaking with emotion when I went into the bedroom with him.The drapes were closed, and it was cool and dark in there.Chris stood up straight in front of me, and he took of his clothes.His cock was very high and hard.I kept thinking to myself that this was the last time I'd see it, and the last time I'd feel it.Then he undressed me, taking off my kaftan and my jeans, and my gym shoes. He always laughed when I wore my gym shoes,and he smiled then, when he was taking them off. I was checking my tears as much as I could, but I could feel them rolling down my face in spite of myself.Chris didn't seem to notice. He kissed me on the cheek and his lips were wet with my tears, but he didn't say a word.
We climbed on to the bed, and he caressed my breasts and rubbed my nipples between his fingers. They rose up stiff, and he pinched them gently,and gave me all kinds of feelings that I'd almost forgotten about. I usually feel very sensitive in my breasts - I mean I get very quickly turned on if somebody caresses them - and even thought I was feeling very choky and uptight, the things Chris was doing to my body were making me feel warm and excited.
His hands stroked around my body, and around my thighs. And do you know something else, he began to turn me on in a way that he never had before. it wasn't because he hadn't tried before, or because he was lazy about sex or anything,although there had been plenty of times when he could have made more effort. But the reason he was turning me on so much was because I had told him it was over, and for the first time in two years we didn't have any responsibilities to each other.We could have sex any way we liked, and tomorrow didn't matter, because it was all over anyway.
He knelt down between my legs, and he dipped his tongue into my pussy. He licked at me until I could actually feel my clitoris rising up as hard as his cock, and in the end I had to reach down and pull him up on to me, because I needed his cock in me. I held it in my hand, his cock, and it was so big and hard that I could hardly get my fingers around it. I held it in both hands, and stretched my legs wide open, and brought his cock right up between my legs like one of those people in Shakespeare who are going to stab themselves.And I stabbed myself with his big hard cock, and than I reached around and clung on to his hard musclely ass, and I pushed him into me as far as he would go, which was too far, because it hurt, but I wanted the hurt just then.
We made love as we always did, in silence, but this silence was different than it had ever been before. We were silent because we were listening for each other's reactions, and whether we were breathing fast or slow.He fucked me with such beautiful style, it was like a kind of exotic dance. His cock seemed to glide in and out of me at all kinds of complicated angles and stimulate me in all kinds of different ways.It wasn't all that long before I realized I was higher than I'd ever been on sex, and everything that was happening to my body was like a dream.
I don't know why he did what he did at the end, but somehow it was the right thing. Just as he was going to cum, he pulled his cock out of me, and he held it in his hand, and right in front of me he spouted out all his white sperm, all over the sheets of the bed. Perhaps he wanted to make his mark on the bed, or something. Perhaps he just wanted to show me how he came.I actually watched it pouring out of the end of his cock,and it seemed to come in slow motion, and glide through the air is streams.
I went face down on the bed and I licked his sperm up from it.I knew then that I didn't want any souvenirs, or any marks, but I wanted him. I was having a strange kind of orgasm all the time this was happening, it was like a kind of physical earthquake that started off with little trembles, and by the time I was crawling around the bed,licking up his sperm, I was gasping and shaking, and my legs were stiff and convulsed.
We both lay in the dark for a long time. Then I said 'Chris?' and he said, 'What?' and I said, 'Stay! Make it like this all the time, and stay.'And he said, 'Okay, I will.'