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I told my friend, Dee, that I'd post his stories for him, and he decided to "crank a fresh one" so here it is. I'll forward any responses.
I don't know if I need to write this, but better safe than sorry: The story is fiction, written for adult readers only. Furthermore, the story is about a couple of guys, so, if you're a homophobe, go away. However, I've already read the story, and if you're exploring your own sexuality or if you like to recall some of those first-time feelings, then this is a good selection.
Henri ===================================================
An_Intimate_Rendezvous by D. "Dee" Thiel July 1995
He tapped his fingers nervously on the steering wheel, totally lost in thought and unknowingly humming along with the radio. The highway was blurring by as his trusty old car ate up the miles. Telephone poles, sign posts, and billboards seemed to flash by, but Jonathon was entirely unaware of his surroundings. Jonathon was so nervous that he could hardly concentrate on anything, but when his mind did come to focus it invariably zoomed in on his upcoming meeting.
Meeting. That sounded so formal, so stilted, to Jon. It wasn't a meeting. It was more of a--what is that word--rendezvous. Yeah. Jon had a rendezvous, and in ten short minutes he'd be there. When he had gotten up that morning, Jon had had butterflies in his stomach. He had been both excited and nervous, eagerly anticipating the rendezvous but cautiously questioning himself and his motives. In the shower, though, the butterflies had washed away, and Jon's nervousness had been overwhelmed by his unfettered excitement. As the time for the rendezvous neared, though, the tide of emotions turned once more, and now nervousness reigned supreme.
During the trip, Jon repeatedly told himself that he had no cause for concern and no reason to be nervous. He was doing what he genuinely wanted, what he had dreamed of doing for years. He was meeting a guy named Kevin, and they were going to have sex. They were going to fuck. Yeah, those were good thoughts. Images of a stiff dick in Jon's mouth, a guy sucking Jon's cock, come on his chest, and a dick crammed tightly in his virgin ass--yeah, good thoughts.
Then Jon would wonder what Kevin looked like. Was he handsome? Was he reasonably fit? Did he have a good cock? And, could Kevin be trusted? Those questions made Jon uneasy. What made Jon nervous, though, were far more profound and insightful questions. Was he doing this because he liked guys or because he could cheat on his wife with a guy without feeling guilty. Was he meeting Kevin because he couldn't find a ready and willing woman or because he really wanted to make it--and make it regularly--with a man. Jon's wife, Martha, certainly wasn't satisfying his sexual craving. Was it because she was a woman, not a man, or was it because they rarely had physical interaction of any kind, making him desperate for contact, a sensuous, sexual touch?
Jon had answered these questions to his own satisfaction a million times apiece. Yet, each time he thought that his answers were firm and pat, the questions would arise again. Even so, Jon addressed each question once more as he drove the last few miles.
He knew Kevin was a dental assistant, recently and amicably divorced with one son. Kevin was 5'9" with blonde hair; this much was exactly like Jon himself, and this was somehow comforting. Kevin, though, had a mustache, generally wore glasses, and weighed ten pounds more than Jon. Also like Jon, Kevin exercised regularly: Kevin lifted weights and played with an area softball team, whereas Jon jogged almost daily and enjoyed roller-blading. So, Kevin seemed to be fit and was surely at least decent looking. After all, Jon thought amusedly, Have you ever seen an ugly dental assistant? As for trusting Kevin, Jon could only say that Kevin had to trust him equally, so they were on level ground on that.
The more incisive questions had once required intensive thought, but Jon was increasingly comfortable with his own answers, and he practically had rote responses to each question. Jon had determined for himself that he was bi-sexual. Looking at babes like Cindy Crawford and Nicole Kidman was undeniably arousing; as silent confirmation, Jon's dick would bob up with interest when catching sight of such a lovely lass. Then, too, RuPaul was pretty damn hot looking, and Jon's dick liked him, too. Ever since his college years, though, when he had become friends with a few gay guys, Jon had recognized that he also got throbbing hard erections at thoughts of being bedded by a man.
Answering the questions again--for the one-million-first time-- eased Jon's mind. He could feel the excitement building up again, and it felt good. His cock throbbed slightly. Bedded by a man. Good thoughts. Jon sighed, comfortable with who he was and where he was going and ready to make it all real for the very first time.
Jon started watching the road signs. Although he had slowed down to the speed limit, Jon hadn't even noticed he was already in town. Getting lost in your thoughts could do that to you--highway hypnosis or something like that.
Shortly, there on the right, Jon saw the McDonald's where he and Kevin had agreed to meet. This town was halfway between their homes, and the local McD's seemed like a reasonable, neutral place to kick things off. In fact, Jon could already see Kevin's white Bronco-- "bought >before< the O.J. Simpson debacle, thank you very much," as Kevin had defensively remarked. A man--surely it was Kevin--was leaning against the door, and his head was overtly tracking Jon's humble Escort.
Thoughts tumbled through Jon's mind. As Jon turned in the parking lot, he immediately noticed Kevin's trim, slightly muscular look. The blue banded-collar shirt neatly fit Kevin's physique. And the shades--Kevin was wearing some kind of dark shades--made him look mysterious.
Jon parked his car, and, trying not to jump despite the excited butterflies in his stomach, he carefully stepped out. By the time he shut the door, Kevin had strode over.
"Hi, I'm Kevin. Are you Jonathon?"
"Yeah. I'm, ah, glad to finally meet you", replied Jon as he shook hands with Kevin. "Do you want to go in, get some fries or something?"
"Well," Kevin paused, giving Jon the once over, "that's up to you. I guess I'd be just as happy if we went somewhere more, um, appropriate, you know. I passed a little motel on the way in, right off the highway, if you want to follow me."
"Alright. That'll be fine. I probably don't need to eat anyhow."
"Nervous?" Kevin smiled.
"Yeah, I am."
"Yeah, well, so am I," Kevin said, still smiling, "but, you know, well I, um, like you." Kevin hesitated, his lips moving as if to say something else, and then hastily blurted, "You're good-looking. And I like your boots."
Unsure of how to respond to Kevin's abrupt appraisal, Jon slowly looked down at his old but lovingly polished boots, favorites of his since he had left New Mexico. "I've had these boots since I was in college. They're comfortable."
"Yep," Kevin conversationally affirmed.
They both fell silent and looked at Jon's boots and then at each other for a moment--a good, relaxed moment. Then Kevin said, "Why don't you follow me? It's just a few miles to the south." With that, they left McDonald's and their very first meeting--no, rendezvous-- behind them.
Jon sat down, his back to the window, and stretched out his cramped legs. "I don't know if it was sitting for an hour drive in the car, or if I overexerted myself last night roller-blading."
Kevin chose to sit on the bed, no more than four feet from Jon. "Of course it could be both."
"Yeah. True, I suppose it is," Jon quietly replied. He felt uneasily eager, impatient to strip Kevin yet patient as a mountain to even move. Actually, Jon wasn't at all sure of how he felt. His emotions were in turmoil, and all Jon really knew was that he felt like he had already run out of things to say, sitting expectantly in this motel room.
Kevin looked penetratively at Jon, seemingly attempting to read Jon's mind. "I feel like I've got a thousand things to say, but I don't have a word to start. It looks to me like you're feeling the same, so maybe what we wanna do is let our actions speak now. We can talk later, another time."
"Sounds good to me."
"So why don't you come over and sit beside me," Kevin said, pointedly patting the mattress next to him.
Jon stood, took the two steps necessary to cross the space between them, and sat right next to Kevin, plopping himself down where Kevin had indicated. He turned to look at Kevin only to find that Kevin was already staring at him, and now they gazed into each other's eyes. It felt like an eternity, a timeless period of communication between their very souls, but it was only seconds.
Slowly and cautiously, Kevin's face leaned toward Jon's, and suddenly the two men found themselves kissing. The kissing was at first tentative, testing one another--tongue, lips, teeth all carefully sensed, touched, and probed--but the kissing became progressively hungrier and was ultimately hot and passionate. Their strong, sharp faces were connected at the lips as they almost devoured each other.
Jon put his hand on Kevin's leg and, as the kissing heated up, moved it up aggressively to his crotch. Jon cupped Kevin's clothed balls and squeezed rhythmically, unconsciously punctuating the kisses but thoroughly aware of the feel of the erection growing under his hand. The nervousness that Jon and Kevin had felt was for now forgotten as they were lost in their love-making.
Kevin finally broke the prolonged kissing and paused for an instant--the briefest of moments, yet an instant that Jon would always remember, an instant when Kevin gave Jon a look of purely sexual lust. Kevin reached for Jon's waist and undid his pants. "Help me get your jeans off, Jon."
Obligingly, Jon shucked his boots and pulled his pants off, his growing johnson raging for freedom. Kevin, who had briskly unbuttoned and removed his shirt, knelt down to help pull off Jon's underwear. Of course, Kevin's assistance on that count was short-lived as Jon's cock sprang out.
With one firm hand on Jon's round ass, Kevin guided Jon's cock into his mouth. Ah, so exquisite. Jon felt like he was in heaven--his ass being squeezed in Kevin's strong hand, his cock throbbing on Kevin's lips as the head was wildly circled by Kevin's warm tongue. Already, Jon felt like he might shoot his load into Kevin's slurping mouth, and, even as he tried to pull back, Kevin took his dick deeper. Not even in his dreams had Jon expected Kevin to so feverishly eat his dick.
Jon could actually see Kevin's sexual hunger. Kevin was really getting off on sucking Jon's hard penis. He had never done it before, had never before had any such male contact. Yet, sucking on Jon's cock seemed so natural, so right. The head pulsing on his tongue was hot and exciting, and sliding the stiff rod in and out of his mouth was invigorating. Kevin could feel--and hear--Jon approaching orgasm as Jon groaned louder and louder and throbbed faster and faster.
Kevin hadn't planned on making Jon come so soon, and Jon hadn't expected it. At this point, though, both knew there was no stopping. With a final squeeze and pull on his ass, Jon spurted into Kevin's mouth. Kevin closed his lips tightly around the base of Jon's shaft in an effort to take in all of Jon's sticky-sweet cum. Even so, white droplets seeped out of the corners of his mouth.
Kevin slowly pulled back, careful to keep all the cum he could in his mouth. Jon watched as Kevin slid out his waning, red penis and swallowed his cum. That was terrific, Jon thought. Every moment of it so good, so fucking good.
"That felt great," breathed Jon. "That was terrific."
Licking his lips a bit, Kevin responded, "Mmm-hmmm. Yeah, that was really good. But you know--I hope this doesn't sound weird to you, but I have to piss so bad that I'm hard, and I hardly know if I should pee or come. Hold on a minute."
Jon laughed, "Sure. No problem. I know exactly what you mean. I'll just crash here on the bed."
Jon collapsed on the bed, thoroughly spent and in awe of what he had done. He--Jon, husband of Martha, son of devout, Catholic parents--had just orgasmed in another man's mouth. A man--a >man<--had just sucked Jon's cock. The very idea was mind-blowing. He had done it. And he was waiting for more. That man--that oh, so good man--was still here, maybe 10 feet away, and Jon was going to give that man his own orgasmic, mind-blowing pleasure.
Jon realized he could hear Kevin pissing in the adjacent bathroom, the urine making that familiar echoed splash in the toilet. The realization was somehow stimulating--not that Jon was aroused by urine but by the idea that he might soon be sucking or, or, or.... The words vanished in Jon's mind as he visualized Kevin, pressing up against Jon, sliding his dick into Jon's ass.
When Kevin stepped out of the bathroom, Jon noticed that, although Kevin had at some point doffed his shoes and socks, he had perfunctorily refastened his pants. Sitting up on the bed, Jon teasingly inquired, "Why'd you bother to button your pants back up, hmmm?"
Glancing down at his jeans as if to see for himself, Kevin said, "Oh, yeah. I guess I didn't need to, huh?"
"Come here. Stand in front of me," Jon heard himself say. He wasn't normally so bold, but his nervousness was gone and he was excited by the sight of Kevin. Kevin's bare chest was modestly well defined; his pecs were strong and prominent and his abdomen was smooth and taut. Kevin's biceps--which Kevin admitted to giving too much attention during his work-outs--were visibly big even when relaxed. Even so, Kevin didn't have a bulky build. He was lean, built like a gymnast who favored the rings or pommel horse.
Jon, on the other hand, was built like a long-distance runner--he had, after all, run cross-country for six years. As Kevin approached, Jon took off his shirt, revealing his thin frame, sitting on the edge of the bed in all his naked glory. At the moment, Jon felt indescribably attuned to his surroundings: He could feel the rough carpet under his toes, the slightly rumpled bedspread under his bare ass, the cool air wrapped around his body, and the warm presence a step away. His body seemed all atwitter--his downy fine body hairs standing on end, his dick stirring tiredly, his heart pumping madly, and his mind once again racing and unable to concentrate.
Kevin stood right in front of Jon and looked at him with eyes that were asking yet already knowing what would happen next. Jon undid Kevin's jeans and, with some wiggling, got them down to his knees. Jon then addressed Kevin's striped--striped!--underwear. He could already discern the bulging, shadowy shape, and he could smell dick, that distinct aroma of constrained malehood.
Without waiting another second, Jon pulled down Kevin's briefs. Kevin's hard cock was pulled down along with his underwear, but, once the tip was free, the cock sprang up to an unexpectedly high angle. Jon was quite surprised, and the novelty of such an erection was undeniably eye-popping and exciting.
Jon took the luscious erection in his hands, sensing the firmness with his fingers, feeling the strident rebellious throb, as if the dick objected to being confined by two hands, as if the dick had an independent life of its own. Jon had only held his own hard cock before, and this, seeing and feeling another man's raging hard cock, was insanely intriguing and terribly arousing. Jon could feel his brain buzzing excitedly as he fondled Kevin's big dick.
He pressed the dick against his cheek, savoring the warm solidity and the sexy reality. Then, bit by bit, inch by inch, Jon slipped the hard dick between his lips. Yes, exquisite again. The firm cock pulsed eagerly on his tongue, and the head and shaft filled Jon's mouth. Jon slowly pulled Kevin's hard sex out of his mouth, experimentally keeping his lips tightly around the juicy shaft--liking the feel of it and knowing Kevin did, too. Then Jon swiftly and surely jammed the full length into his mouth, Kevin's head throbbing at the back of Jon's throat.
Kevin groaned as his cock throbbed increasingly violently in Jon's hungry mouth. "Jon. Wait." Kevin uttered breathlessly, "I want to fuck your ass."
Jon trembled. His feeling of nervousness hadn't wholly evaporated after all, and yet he was eager and ready. Tacitly assenting, Jon let Kevin pull his red-hot cock out of his mouth.
"Why don't you get up on all fours, Jon," Kevin remarked almost casually, "and I'll fuck you in the ass."
Jon promptly complied, smoothly and quietly raising his bare ass to advantage. He could feel and hear, more than see, as Kevin maneuvered himself between Jon's separated legs, and Jon noticed that Kevin's rapid, ragged breathing slowed as he pulled on a condom.
Soon enough, Jon could feel Kevin's hands on his ass. Jon was thoroughly aroused--although his dick was only a lazy semi-hard--and could sense Kevin's every action. Kevin gave Jon's ass a quick spread to eyeball his target, poked gently with his finger to test the angle and fit, and then pressed his dick up against Jon's virgin asshole. Jon groaned quietly at the slight pressure.
Apparently reconsidering, Kevin backed off. Puzzled, Jon wondered what.... "Oohhh. Uuhh," Jon moaned helplessly. Kevin's face was planted firmly on Jon's ass, his tongue rooting around, thoroughly wetting Jon's dark asshole. "Oohhh, Kevin," Jon exhaled as Kevin continued to lick up his butt. He could feel Kevin's tongue lapping up the entire length of his buttcrack, invariably returning to flicker over his now moist rectum.
Then Kevin moved up once again, evidently satisfied that Jon was adequately lubricated. Kneeling between Jon's legs, Kevin again pressed his still hard cock up against Jon's tight, inviting asshole.
Kevin brushed Jon's ass with the side of his hand as he reached to cup his balls and the base of his hard shaft. The look and taste of Jon's puckered, little anus had made his dick throb insistently, and now he was going to satisfy his dick's demands. Firmly holding his cock, Kevin pushed, feeling the initial resistance of Jon's sexy asshole. The resistance and pressure steadily increased and then suddenly broke as the tip of Kevin's dick finally penetrated Jon's hot white ass.
Jon could feel Kevin's dick stretching his ass. The sudden entry had made Jon's dick throb more determinedly. The feel of Kevin's cock up his ass was so sexy, so erotic. The basic feel of it was much like that of the dildo Jon had hidden away at home for private respites. However, the overall sensation was something else entirely. The feeling of throbbing rebellion and independence Jon had felt in his hand was magnified a thousand-fold. His ass was so much more sensitive than the palm of his hand, and Jon wanted this fuck to last forever. His dangling dick was growing, his balls were tightening, and it all felt truly magnificent.
Jon pressed himself back on Kevin's cock, listening to Kevin grunt and groan as Jon's ass practically sucked up his pulsating cock. Kevin took Jon by the hips and started slowly rocking, rhythmically thrusting himself deeper, out, and deeper again. Over and over. The rhythm and motion were making Jon rock-hard, and he could feel himself rapidly approaching orgasm.
Jon's dick throbbed with renewed vigor with every re-entry Kevin made. He could feel Kevin screwing his ass, the dick sliding smoothly in and out, stretching his tight, elastic sphincter. Jon could even distinguish the head of Kevin's dick as it probed deeply in his ass, and with each deep stroke, Jon's own dick pulsed insistently. His dick was begging for friction, for touch.
Kevin picked up the pace, really beginning to >fuck< Jon's sweet white ass. Jon couldn't resist any longer and grabbed his cock while Kevin enthusiastically continued to fuck his ass. With his hand wrapped around his own shaft, it only took a couple squeezes before Jon exploded. His cum shot down onto the motel bed spread and spurted on his hand as he groaned in quiet pleasure.
As Jon squeezed out the last of his cum, Kevin nearly shouted and made one final, manic thrust into Jon's ass. With that, Jon could feel Kevin's dick vibrating deep inside him, and Kevin's fingers were unrelenting in their grip on Jon's thin waist. Kevin moaned helplessly, drained and weakened by the intensity of the experience.
Jon, weakened by his own orgasm and by Kevin leaning on his ass, collapsed, falling on top of his pool of cum. Surprised and suddenly without Jon's support, Kevin fell as well, landing solidly on Jon. "Uh," grunted Jon as his breath was knocked out. "Oh, Kevin. That was gooood."
"Oh, God, yes," Kevin replied with manifest satisfaction and exhaustion. "Oh, God."
Jon was still laying on his cum. It felt sticky and kind of cool against his skin, especially in contrast to the pilly, uneven bedspread. And, Jon realized, he had really liked it when Kevin fell on top of him; the feel of a naked man on his back--the full length of his strong bare body pressed against him, their legs briefly intertwined--was invigorating and erotic. Jon let loose a long, shuddering sigh.
"Oh, God" Kevin repeated. After another pause, Kevin added, "Ya know, my body is sending contrary messages. My brain is saying, Hey, let's do that again,' but my dick is saying, Fuck you. I'm shot.' God."
Jon turned to look at Kevin and smiled meekly in response.
Kevin returned his look and then reached out for Jon, pulling him in close. Kevin ran a hand through Jon's hair and, when he reached the back of his head, he pulled Jon's face to his own and kissed him. In that moment, Jon felt something that he had never anticipated: He felt loved and wanted. Jon had only expected sexual arousal and satisfaction with a man, but Kevin made him feel all warm inside-- sexy--and he returned Kevin's kiss with his own passion.
Jon was enjoying this quiet moment. Kevin--a >man<--was laying beside him, his left leg casually pressed against Jon's right and his muscular arm supporting Jon's shoulders. After few more minutes had silently passed, Kevin pulled his arm out from under Jon and sat up.
"I know I'm going to be horny as hell in another five minutes, but both of us need to get going. I've got to get Kyle--my kid, ya know. He's staying with me this weekend."
"Oh! Yeah, sure," said Jon, knocked out of his reverie. Jon had to get home soon, too, before his wife became unduly concerned about his whereabouts. "Do you mind if I use the shower?"
"No, not at all. Why would I? No, go ahead. I'm gonna go, though--shower at home."
Kevin stood up and hesitated. Turning to Jon, still laying on the bed, he held out his hand. Inquisitively, Jon took it and was abruptly pulled up, finding himself standing in front of Kevin. "I want you to know, Jon, that I was right." Haltingly and with a peculiar embarrassment emerging on his face, Kevin continued, "I knew from your e-mail that I'd, um, like you, that we'd have an, ah, good time."
Jon blushed, unable to say a thing. He felt so exposed, so open, standing there naked.
Seeming to sense that Jon would say nothing, Kevin let go of Jon and began to get dressed, collecting his clothes from around the room, his dick swinging between his hairy legs.
Jon looked at Kevin's ass--staring like some kid seeing a nude for the first time in his life--as Kevin bent over to pick up his shoes and socks. Jon still, however, didn't know what to say, so he stepped around the corner, into the bathroom and began taking a cool, refreshing shower.
As he showered, Jon thought about Kevin, thought about what they had done--good thoughts, exquisite sensations. He thought about what Kevin had said to him, and, most especially, thought about what he >should< say to >Kevin<. Deep in his thoughts, Jon was lathering up his thin torso with the tiny bar of motel soap when he thought he heard something, maybe a step on the linoleum bathroom floor.
"Hey, Jon," Kevin shouted over the dull roar of running water.
"Yeah?"
"I'm going now. See ya soon, 'K? I'll write."
"Sure," said Jon, but the next word in his mind was an emphatic "Shit!" The little bar of soap had slipped through his fingers, and he scrambled to pick it up.
"Take care."
"You too, Kevin." Jon stood upright, finally pinching the soap in his fingers, and paused thoughtfully. "Kevin?"
No answer.
"Kevin?"
Still no answer. Kevin was gone. Yet, Jon considered, what exactly had he planned on saying to Kevin? I like you, too?
Jon was blind to the road, humming with the radio and lost in his thoughts. Highway hypnosis--that was the right phrase. Jon remembered it from one of his psych courses in college--not that he was thinking about college at the moment.
Jon couldn't recall having ever had such an eventful afternoon--the kind of day that truly stirred the loins. He was absolutely amazed--amazed by what he had done and amazed by what he felt. Further, although he had concretely satisfied many of his personal and most incisive questions, the experiences of the day had introduced new, equally profound questions.
What was he feeling emotionally? Did he like Kevin as more than good first-time, as more than a good fuck? Did he like Kevin as a man? How could he? They had just met, and they had only recently begun to know each other. So, was it puppy love? Was it that he just had a good time so he liked all things associated with the experience? (As a matter of fact, that motel would be a building he would >always< remember.) Or, was Kevin unique? Could Jon be happy being bedded by another, different man? Or was Jon infatuated with the experience-- the joys of sex--with Kevin?
Jon had been communicating with Kevin on a daily basis via e- mail for nearly a month, and they had really clicked, bonding as much as could possibly be expected through such a harsh, unemotional means of communication. E-mail was hardly conducive to care or concern, but somehow Jon and Kevin had managed. They had found the right words, and they had opened up to each other. Finally, they had agreed to meet--and what a meeting it had been! What a rendezvous! Remember that unforgettably lustful look! That lustful look....
Jon considered that lustful look and the feelings that Kevin seemed to have expressed. As open and forthright as he and Kevin had been, Jon felt like things had happened so fast. No, that wasn't exactly true. He >had< expected to get physical right away. That's largely what he and Kevin had discussed in the first place. However, he had >not< expected to so quickly attach emotions to his physical experiences. As a matter of fact, Jon had been most nervous about-- perhaps oddly--kissing. Kissing inherently involves intimacy, and Jon hadn't expected that. Gratuitous physical satisfaction--going straight for the glory--was all Jon had expected. Now it was all so complex, and Jon's thoughts were awash in turmoil.
Still, some things in Jon's mind were crystal clear--stimulating recollections, newfound memories that handily overwhelmed his turbulent mind. These were the thoughts and images that entertained Jon on his long drive home. His cock spurting into Kevin's mouth, Kevin's throbbing, red-hot dick up his ass, and his cum stuck on his own stomach--good thoughts. Yeah, good thoughts. Remember the rendezvous, and just imagine what might happen >next< time. Just think of what he and Kevin could do on their next rendezvous!
----- Author's Afterword:
I enjoyed writing this. Jon and Kevin will surely return--perhaps next from Kevin's brusque standpoint--and as passingly mentioned, Jon has many friends who themselves present good stories. However, I'm more likely to continue posting (via Henri) these adventures if I get feedback. I enjoy hearing from people of all walks of life, so tell me whatever you have to say.
BTW, no, neither character is me. However, there's a bit of the author in every character and every story, and I'd be a liar if I said I didn't feel for the characters in my stories. Yet, I must make this point: The characters and circumstances in "An Intimate Rendezvous" are fiction, and any resemblance to actual people or situations is absolutely coincidental. This story is for a mature, adult audience only.
An_Intimate_Rendezvous July 14, 1995