A book of classic literature...?

A book of classic literature John happens to see just speaks to him. "What the heck, it's cheap and you got the money to pay for it. And a dozen roses. Sure, that'll do the trick," he reasons. "Something's up with Natalie. I hope words and roses are a woman's best friend," he says to himself, "because I sure miss having her around."

After knocking on her door, Natalie answers it quickly. "Oh, hey! John! Come right in!"

John introduces to her the book and the flowers and she immedately starts to cry.

"John, I'm sorry, that was a blow to your ego," she says between sobs. "It's just that my parents have died in a freeway accident. These gifts remind me so much of them!" She dabs her eyes with a hankerchief.

She collects her emotions before continuing, "It's been real hard to organize my feelings... I mean, my dad had cancer from smoking and you know that I went off to be with him every so often where they do this new medicine treatment program in the other side of the country. He was doing real good," she sniffed. "Everyone called him Superman. He was going to be on the medicine for an extended period because he had so much luck with the trial run. All expenses paid. It looked like a new lease on life... but..."

She bursts into tears again, puts the gifts down and runs to find the largest pillow to bawl into, John following close behind with a firm hand on her sholder. Fighting back the tears and the pain, she manages to say, "But now... I've been gone from school for weeks..." I've gotten everything taken care of. The coroner's office, the funeral, the legal hassles... But, but," she starts breaking up again, saying, "I'm no closer to being healed! It's like they died yesterday!"

"Ssshhh, sshhhh... It's okay... I'm here. I'm here," John says, wrapping his arms around and stroking her back gently and compassionately. "I'm sorry. I really am."

It seems like an hour passed before her mood changed, but the clock on the wall said that only a few minutes have passed. At any rate, they could have been mistaken for a statue, being in a locked embrace for so long. She gasped for air as John continued to stroke her back and she raised her head to look into his eyes.

"I want to thank you so much for coming here tonight. I really mean it, John. You're the best friend any gal could ever have," she whispered, raising her head to kiss him.

He turns his head just in time and guides her head back to his chest. "Listen, maybe it was wrong to come here. I don't want to start something that would ruin what we have..."

She fights off John's hand and looks at him with bloodshot eyes, now a bit more hurt than they were just moments earlier. "Nonsense," she whimpered. "I want you here," her finger pointing squarely at his chest. "You're the only one who makes me feel like a woman."

She pulls herself up closer to you, saying "John, nothing can or will ever replace you. I love you. Please, let me express my love for you. Please..." her voice trails off, as your lips meet for the first time.

Natalie could spend all night kissing him on the lips like this. She takes her time, kissing each square millimeter with her pursed lips. And each peck he gets from her sends chills down his spine. "Oh, God, John. What have you gotten yourself into? This isn't at all what I planned!"

But then, luck for John would change. Natalie got up and kicked off her shoes, took off her shirt, her bra and her jeans. And in his suprise, she was able to unzip his fly and get rock-hard cock into her mouth before he knew what to do next.

But there wasn't anything to do, except to keep on "accepting" the blowjob service from Natalie. She may have done this sort of thing before, but now John was unconcerned. She had his full and undivided attention. And he started to admire her prowess of sexuality by cradling her head in his hands as she stroked up and down the length of his shaft, spending particular time sucking on the very tip of the cock every now and then.

In the time that it usually takes for John to cum, she had him momentarily spent in half that time. She hungrily swallowed all of it. And she suprised John by doing it with a brave new smile that was clear she was wearing, even with a thick slab of cock deep inside her mouth.

After clearing her throat and wiping her eyes, Natalie looks deeply into John's eyes. "Are you hungry?" she asks.

"Only for you," he replies.

She leads him into her bedroom...