It’s here!

“Uhngh, uhngh.

Emily was on top.

Mark felt the slippery border where his cock disappeared into velvety darkness. Back and forth. Up, down.

She leaned onto his body and kissed his mouth. And held it. He kissed her back. They didn’t move. And didn’t move. He felt her sweat drip onto him. He felt her tongue graze his own. She tasted warm. Their joined pelvises moved, crawled, worked themselves back and forth. Mark’s hand cupped Emily’s ass as she slid up and down. He slid a finger to her asshole, which was wet enough that he could just slide in a tip. He hadn’t gone there before. No response. He wetted that finger with his mouth. Her hips moved up and down. He felt his dick move back and forth. He returned a fingertip. As she slapped down upon him, his fingertip again penetrated her. He waited. Her hips moved up and crushed back down onto his dick; in so doing, her hips **** his finger further inside herself. He smiled. Well lubricated, he slid in deeply. He could feel his own dick inside her pussy. Back and forth. Bending, flexing.

It was his normal-sized dick, attached to his normal-sized body. It had been a year since he’d met Sid and Kiara. He hadn’t seen them since. Not much was different. He’d become more studious. He’d joined the club ultimate frisbee team. He felt good about his body. While he and Joe weren’t roommates, he still enjoyed going to the on-campus music nights to see Jo. He’d called his mom more often. And he’d started dating this very pleasant woman he’d met at the library on a Tuesday evening.

Emily ran her hands up and down his normal-sized arms. She kissed his nose. She gently pulled his finger out of her butt, interlaced those fingers, upped the pelvic tempo. She whispered that she wanted him to cum. She picked up the pace. Up and down.

Mark felt the caress, the squeeze of his dick. He let loose. It felt great.

He realized Emily hadn’t cum, herself, but she never did during sex. As had usually been the case in the few months they’d dated, Mark had already gone down on her before they’d moved to his pleasure. As he came, he remembered to taste what was left of her, on his lips.

After his spasms had died down, they lay together. Both gently panting, sweating. Mark lightly kneaded her ass, stroked her back, her shoulders. Moving down, he felt her butt. He felt his half-hard cock where it lay embedded in her calming slit.

He looked into his girlfriend’s half shut eyes.

She opened them. With the sort of calm gravitas usually reserved for the announcement of a crucial Supreme Court decision, Emily whispered, “Mark, I gotta tell you. I’ve loved getting to know you.”

Mark looked back. This, he thought, was not a good sign.

“I’ve had fun, and I hope you’ve had fun.”

“Uh, huh.”

“Mark, look at me, not at the wall.“ Emily grabbed his face and tilted it towards hers. “You’re awesome, and I’m proud of you. You used to be, well, I guess you could say a callow youth, but I’d tend to say you were an asshole. Either way, you’ve totally come around.”

Mark felt confused. This was not unusual. He tended to feel confused when talking to a smart woman, but not when all was calm and his softening cock was still inside her.

“Y’know, I met you because your dad had asked me to look in on you.”

“Huh? I didn’t even know my dad.”

“I know. You told me. But I knew your dad. He kept tabs on you, but, you’re right, you never actually met him. He wanted me to help out, so I agreed.”

“What?” Mark tried to get up but felt paralyzed. “You’ve gone to all this trouble... you’ve been fucking me... just to help out my dad? He paid you? _Who are you? _What the fuck?”

Emily stared down at him. “He asked me to look in on you. You dad was an interesting man, and he helped us, so I agreed. He couldn’t have paid me, but I was happy to do him a favor. Maybe I thought it’d be a novelty. When I got to know you, you hurt me. But I realized there was potential, and I thought you could use some guidance.”

“Emily, I don’t know what you’re talking about. What guidance? I thought we were dating, having fun?”

“When I met you, you were a mess.”

“A mess?” Mark felt like crying. “Jeez, I’ve never been less of a mess since I met you. This is as good as I get.”

“You’ve done well, lover. You’ve grown. Keep it up, and you’ll make someone very happy. Especially yourself.” The two lay, wrapped together, their noses touching. Mark looked into Emily’s green eyes, and both of them appeared to weep. Maybe they did. As Mark blinked, Emily’s green eyes became injected with brown flakes, brown streaks, then spread evenly into a milky, chocolaty brown.

“Oh, Mark. One thing. My name isn’t Emily.”

He looked up at her.

“It’s Kiara.”

There she was.

And then she wasn’t.

End.

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