Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder

Chapter 43: Chris

This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and locations
portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons,
events or locations is purely coincidental.

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	How many times had she cum in the last twenty-four hours?
	How many times had he cum in the last twenty-four hours?
	How much longer would he be able to keep it up (double entendre
intended)?
	She actually began to dread the moment when he would announce
enough was enough and he needed a break. She had grown so used to having
that beautiful, thick, achingly long cock deep within her. The thought of
not being able to wrap her heat, her sex, her being around it's length made
her desperately anxious. This was not good.
	She rolled over to look at him, hoping he would be awake. She
suddenly had a need to talk to him. Really talk. They had talked all
night. Laughed, giggled, tickled, teased, wrestled, licked, kissed,
coupled, and coupled, and coupled. But she needed to say some things to
him. She was feeling the effects of being completely overwhelmed and wanted
to re-establish some sort of identity. Was he awake?
	It didn't surprise her very much to see his eyes flicker open as
she turned to him. He had been anticipating her needs and desires all night
long. Had he felt her anxiety? Or had she just moved too much and awakened
him? It didn't matter, He was there for her. A clear, open smile spread
across his face as his eyes scanned her. His huge arm unfolded from under
his head and the hand reached out to caress her cheek. She pressed against
it and turned to kiss his palm. She breathed in deeply, the smell of a
thousand desires filling her mind. It smelled of her, of him, of body oil
and sweat and cum, both his and hers, and garlic and basil and the
lubricant they had used to loosen the bolts on the divider between their
two apartments just before he had lifted her in his huge, bulging arms and
carried her, in a ceremony with much deeper meaning than she was, at the
time, prepared to accept as possible, over the metal frame and into her
living room where she had impaled herself on his achingly huge cock and
ridden it to her (fourth? fifth? sixth? seventy-third?) orgasm of the day.
	"Hi, pretty lady."
	"Hi, pretty man."
	"What's up?"
	"I need to say something to you, but I don't know if I have all the
words in the right place yet."
	"I'm not going anywhere. For the next couple of hours, anyway."
	She remembered he had the alarm set for seven-thirty. She rolled
over and saw the large, red numbers glowing on the face of the clock. Four
thirty-six. Why wasn't she sleepy? Why wasn't she so exhausted, both
physically and emotionally, that all her body wanted to do was be
unconscious? Instead she felt this incredible energy buzzing through her
body. And the heat of this mountain of a man lying beside her. If she
closed her eyes she could almost sense the curves of his massive physique
by the intensity of the warmth and power radiating from him. Would she just
stay awake, fucking her brains out until she finally collapsed, dead,
everything sucked from her being in one final, explosive orgasmic
apocalypse? What a way to go.
	This, however, was the crux of the matter currently haunting her
mind. How much of all this was her and how much was Arnold? She didn't
recognize this power, this energy, this insatiable desire to push towards a
higher and higher plain of sensation as being anything within her. It was
all well and good if Arnold wanted to pump her full of this cosmic whatever
it was and send her soaring through the galaxies of some amazing universe,
but she needed to have a little control over her own life. Not to suppress
it, but just to know she had a say in what was going on.
	"Can you turn it off?"
	Arnold's brow wrinkled ever-so-slightly, his eyes flicked back and
forth between hers. "No, I don't think so. It's as much a part of me as
breathing."
	"Well, then, could you breath a little less deeply?"
	Arnold chuckled. "I'm sorry. Am I overwhelming you?"
	"That word came to mind, yes."
	"Sure. But I can't take all the blame for it."
	"Right. I suppose you're going to say this is all my doing."
	"Actually, yes. At least I think it's you. Everything that's
happened today seems just a bit outside of what I've come to expect of
life. The whole day has been filled with amazing people. I don't know if it
was just the excitement of moving, the heat of the sun, the effort of
carrying all this stuff up here to my apartment, low blood sugar or toxic
waste. But almost every single person I've come in contact with has had
such an incredible energy about them it's kept me running in high gear all
day. I didn't want to risk missing an instant of the experience. And then,
when I saw you down on the beach, your breast gleaming in the sunset, I was
completely overcome with a sense of something. I'm still not quite sure
what. But it came from you. I know that. You have an energy within you, you
don't even know it's there, I can tell. But I felt it with my entire being
as I looked at you, out there in the middle of the sand. I think you should
know I'm just as impressed with my staying power as anyone. I mean, sure, I
can hang in there pretty good, but it hasn't been since the days just after
I lost my virginity that I've been so potent, so insatiable. It's a
combination of things, I know. But none of them more than you."
	"I was afraid you were going to say that. I don't know, Arnie. I
don't recognize any of this as being part of me. I feel like I'm
being. . ."
	"Manipulated?"
	"I was afraid you were going to say that, too. Yes. I thought it
was you. I was afraid that I was getting obsessed."
	"You are."
	"Hmmm. Maybe so. But I mean in a bad way. Like once this was all
over there wouldn't be any Chris left."
	"There probably won't be."
	"Huh?"
	"Not the Chris you woke up with yesterday morning. In fact, the
Chris you wake up with every morning is always a different person from the
day before. Usually the effects are a little more subtle, though, so you
don't realize it so much. But I know I've felt some big things shaking
around in my life over the past day. I can't wait to see who I am
tomorrow. I know one thing, though. A lot of what I'll be tomorrow will be
you."
	"But don't you want to be just you?"
	"Nope. Because 'just me' is only that. Just. I'm not into 'just.'
It's like I said before, out when we were taking the wall apart. I'm the
melding of every person I've ever met. You are, too. I can feel all sorts
of wonderful and not so wonderful people inside you when I'm inside
you. Especially when you're cumming. Your guard is down and I can feel you
push and pull as different memories of different orgasms run through your
mind and you work to use the good parts of all those past orgasms to make
the next one even better. We all do it. It's just that some save up the
memories and access them a little better than others. I know, for example,
that you've split your attentions fairly evenly between men and women."
Chris was glad for the dim light in the room. Was she that easy to read?
"Don't be so surprised when the old bear-tracker finds bear tracks. And
don't be so embarrassed, either."
	"I'm not embarrassed. I just. . ."
	"Don't like your fortune told? I know. But I'm trying to help you
see what this thing you're feeling is about. You store all this stuff up
inside you, you carry it around with you all your life, you let it come to
the surface when the emotions take over, you loose control. I think that's
what you're feeling anxious about, right?"
	"I don't know. In fact, I'm not sure where this is all coming
from. A few minutes ago I was convinced this was all your fault. I don't
know. I need time to think."
	"Good. I'm glad to hear you say that. Think about it. Think about
how good it feels to have so much wonderful experience to draw on. Think
about how all your past loves have made tonight so incredible. And, false
modesty aside, think about how good I've made it for you. There is only one
thing I'm ever sad about. And I'm always sad about it. I wish I could be
the pour sucker you're going to have sex with next. Because you are going
to take with you all the energy and love the two of us have felt here
tonight and you are going to scare the shit out of that person, just like
you were tonight. The good part is that I'll be able to see the results of
that the next time I get to be with you."
	"How do you know all this stuff? Who told you?"
	"Sam."
	"I should have kept my mouth shut."
	"Are you angry at Sam?"
	"No." She realized she had actually shouted. "No. I'm not angry at
Sam. Exactly. I know I should be thankful for what she's done for you."
	"And for you."
	"Arguable, but for the sake of staving off a fist-fight, I'll
concede the point." Arnold leaned forward and kissed her on the
forehead. "Stop that. I'm trying to disagree, here." He kissed her
again. "Oh, God." She grabbed his face and pulled it to hers. Their lips
met and opened as they dove deeply into each other. She felt a tingling
come over her body. At first she thought it was coming from her cunt, but
as it grew it seemed to develop just a little bit higher than that. It
slowly filled her abdomen. She tried to open her eyes to look at Arnold, in
fact, she thought her eyes were open, but a hazy blackness covered her
vision. She felt the warmth of Arnold's lips envelope her soul and she dove
down within him. The heat spread, coming closer and closer to her
extremities. When it reached her head her eyes were suddenly filled with
visions of bodies. Lots of them. Men, women, two's and three's and four's
and arms and legs and penises and vaginas and breasts and abdomens and legs
and toes and huge biceps and pectorals and belly buttons.
	In the middle of this confluence of sensuousness there was the face
of a woman with long, straw colored hair, diamond-shaped face, strong neck
leading to muscular shoulders and arms. Her bare breasts were capped with
large, dark nipples that contrasted with her fair hair and complexion. The
arms stretched out to her and she felt her face being pulled forward. Just
before their lips met in the vision she knew who this was. She tried to
fight down some intense feeling that suddenly welled up in her, thinking it
might be anger or jealousy. But when it burst through the surface she
recognized it as love. Unbridled, unqualified love. Both coming in and
going out. She let herself go and flew away on a cloud of absolute bliss, a
blanket of love spread over her own devastatingly beautiful body.
	When Chris awoke again she was alone in Arnold's bed. The sheets
next to her were warm, it hadn't been too long since he had gotten up. She
listened carefully and heard the water running in the shower. Was he
singing? She felt she should join him, but then remembered her resolve to
get a little perspective on this whole thing. Attaching herself to his
massive cock at seven-thirty in the morning was not distance. Instead she
rolled over and drank in the smell of him from the sheets and pillow.
	It had been so nice to spend the night next to him. Everything she
had desired had been there for her. When she had wished he were hard he had
been so, when she wanted to fondle a long, semi-flaccid tube of cock, he
had softened for her. His pecs had been delicious mouthfuls and even his
big toe had entwined with her own just when she had thought about doing
it. So what was so bad about all that? Didn't every person dream about the
lover who anticipated their every need? And it wasn't like it felt
rehearsed or unspontaneous. It was like having a genie granting every wish
as it came to mind.
	She also realized that she had found herself doing the same
thing. Many times during the evening, once she got the hang of listening to
him, watching him, finding out the patterns of his lovemaking and where he
would go next, she would do something only to find that he was just getting
ready to receive it. They had moved as if choreographed. As though they had
been making love together for centuries. How did she know? How did he? She
wasn't sure if she was ready for the answer to that one yet.
	She felt a movement in the room. The water had stopped running and
he had returned. Would he know she was awake? The bed moved slightly as he
sat on the edge. She suddenly felt the heat of his body hovering inches
away from her. She could actually sense the curves of his pecs and biceps
as they bulged towards her. She immediately became moist between her
legs. How she wanted him. Even now. Even after all those devastating
orgasms of the night before, she wanted him to instantly fill her with his
hard, hot cock. The image of its size floated on the inside of her eyelids.
	"I've got to get to the gym, Chris. Otherwise I'd love to spend the
next two or three centuries letting you have your way with me."
	How did he do that?
	She slowly opened her eyes. He was bent over her, an arm on either
side of her body. As he held himself up, his triceps swelled. She ran her
eyes over him and shook her head.
	"You are too painful to look at."
	"I'll take that as a compliment."
	"What happened last night?"
	"Oh, good. She doesn't remember. Sorry, officer. Never saw her in
my life."
	"You know what I mean."
	"Actually, I'm afraid I don't."
	"We were talking. You kissed me and I had some kind of dream. I saw
Sam."
	"What.?"
	"You don't know? You remember kissing me?"
	"Yeah. You fell asleep. Pretty quick, as I recall. What do you mean
you saw Sam? You don't even know what she looks like."
	"Long blond hair, very nice body, big nipples."
	"You saw this?"
	"Yeah. I assumed it had something to do with you."
	"I just figured I'd finally bored you and you'd dozed off. What
happened?"
	"Not sure. I think we made love. I guess it was just her coming
through you."
	"I don't remember you making any noises or anything. So it wasn't
like a wet dream."
	"No. It wasn't even like an orgasm. I just suddenly became filled
with this feeling of love. For her. For you. For everyone you've ever had
sex with. Just like you were telling me."
	"Well, except for the part about seeing Sam, it could just have
been your imagination working on what I'd talked about a few moments
before. This thing with Sam, though. I don't know. Are you okay?"
	"Mmmmm, yes. I'm fine. I think I've got a handle on what you were
talking about. I know I'm not feeling as anxious about things."
	"Great. I've got to get my butt in gear. It's been three days since
I've had a real workout, and I've got a busy day today. Stay here as long
as you want. I'll lock the door behind me and you can go out your way."
	"You're having dinner with Patty tonight, right?"
	"Yup. And I've got a photo shoot this afternoon. Have you got any
plans?"
	"Actually, I made a date with the guy who did me that little favor
down on the beach yesterday. Chuck. Lives upstairs."
	"Ah. He's the one I get to be jealous of. Good. I look forward to
meeting him."
	"Wait a minute. What are you going to do, take him for a test drive
yourself?"
	"I hadn't planned on it, no. I'll just wait until I get to spend
some time with you again so I can see the changes he'll make in you. I know
one thing, though."
	"What's that?"
	"He'd better have taken his vitamins this morning because you are
going to blow him away."
	"I have this almost irrepressible urge to have you drive that big
cock of yours up inside me right now."
	"All right."
	Chris was suddenly dizzy with joy. She had been only half
serious. The fact that he was willing to toss off his plans to satisfy her
desires sent waves of emotion pouring through her body. He stood up at the
edge of the bed and quickly undid his pants. She could see that he was
already getting hard. The outline of his cock, held firm in his briefs,
sent a shiver down her spine. What the hell was going on here? She was
wet. It was like someone was flipping a switch in her. Pavlov's dog. Hear
the bell, salivate. See the cock, lubricate. She chuckled. His pants and
briefs dropped to the floor. She hmmmm'd. He moved onto the bed, kneeling
next to her. She took the semi-hard penis into her mouth and sucked it
until he was making small thrusting movements against her actions. She
pulled her mouth away from his cock. It was so hard. Again.
	Arnold moved around between her legs which she spread. He wasn't in
a hurry. Not any more of a hurry than he would have been considering his
current objective. He knelt before her, his hands massaging the length of
his shaft. His eyes roamed back and forth over her body. The look on his
face was pure bliss. Her own eyes darted from one body part to another. He
saw her observations and began to slowly flex and expand his muscles. He
tensed. He tensed more. And more. And more. He got bigger, and bigger,
wider and deeper until his huge muscles were so swollen he looked like he
would explode. Chris's cunt demanded attention. She ran her hand down to
her vagina and began vigorously rubbing herself. Arnold watched her for
several seconds and then leaned forward and added his mouth to the
efforts. She moaned, her head tossed back and forth on the pillow. Her
bright red hair seemed to burn on her body. She felt movement, opened her
eyes and saw him leaning forward, his left arm outstretched to support
himself, his right hand holding the head of his huge, enraged cock. His
eyes were filled with pure lust. Oh, God. Yes. Just like last night. She
wanted it bad. She wanted it rough. She wanted it. . .
	"Oh, fuck. Oh, yeah. Oooo. Yesssss. Yes. Oh, fuck
me. Hard. Hard. Yeah. Oo. Oo. Oo. Oo. Ah. Ah. So big. So
big. Hunh. . . Hunh. . . Hunh. . . Hunh. . . Hunh. . . Hunh."
	Arnold drove his cock inside her in one motion. He then dropped his
other hand to the mattress on the opposite side of her head, pressed
himself up off her body and began long, full, amazingly rapid plunges into
her. His hips were a blur. His muscles bulged across his body. She could
cum just looking at the sight. It almost seemed that it was happening to
someone else. How could anyone this big move this fast? And so very, very
big. His huge chest hung over her and almost blocked her view of the entire
ceiling. She grabbed his shoulders and could not even begin to get her
hands around the enormous muscles that capped them. She dug her fingernails
into him; he swore under his breath and doubled his efforts. She started to
arch her back, pushing her hot cunt against him. She loved the feeling of
his full, heavy scrotum banging against her ass. She tensed her own muscles
and squeezed down on his cock. Again he swore.
	Within seconds she felt the old, familiar hum begin down inside her
as it had so many times over the past twenty-four hours. How many vaginal
orgasms was a girl allowed in one lifetime? Was she using up her entire
allotment in one day? It came closer. Closer. She felt everything start to
twist around inside her as her libido realigned for the onslaught of yet
another body wracking release. Closer. Closer. She opened her
eyes. Arnold's face was a contorted grimace of pleasure. The sounds of his
own efforts told of the close proximity of his own climax. She knew just
how far away he was. Or how close. She waited for the right moment, holding
off her own joy until he had reached the same point. She reached out to
him, felt his tension, heard his breath, smelled the air and knew.
	Now.
	Their bodies flailed about uncontrollably. They thrust themselves
against each other and drove themselves up over the top. They were both
screaming, crying out, as the orgasm rammed through them, its affect
doubled, tripled, and more by the joining of their efforts.
	Arnold literally collapsed on top of Chris. His breathing was hard
and heavy. He continued to thrust with his hips, his cock not willing to
subside. Chris threw her arms around him and hugged him to her as hard as
she could. They drew their faces together and kissed over and over
again. She felt wild, strong, unbridled, like a horse set free with
thousands of square miles of beautiful, open prairie to run across. She
couldn't stop. She kept thrusting up at him, clamping down on his huge
cock. She wanted him in deeper. Deeper. She drew him to her even
tighter. Her clit ached to be pressed against something. She ground her
groin against him. She clawed and scratched and rubbed and massaged his
huge muscles, every one she could get her hands on. She couldn't stop. She
wanted to devour him, completely take him inside her until they were the
same, until they were forever locked in infinite orgasm. She could feel
another wave building within her. Would he stay with her? Was he ready for
her?
	He raised himself up to the push-up position again. The look in his
eyes was deep, dark, scary. She hardly recognized him. He gave his hips a
mighty shove and his still rigid cock plunged deep within
her. Yes. Again. Yes. Again. Yes. Again. Sweat poured off of him and ran in
rivers across her body, setting her skin to vibrate with the chill of its
passing. She smelled something. Like ozone. Like electricity. Like a giant
short circuit. The air grew brighter. The smell grew stronger. She felt a
heat build between them. She looked down past her breasts. Was she
dreaming? What the hell was it?
	There, arcing between their abdomens, was a shot of pure, bright
light. Each time it jumped from one to the other their bodies convulsed and
rammed together. The jolts came faster and faster. She could feel every
muscle in their bodies contract as they rammed together, harder and
harder. Her head swam, she felt a buzzing in her extremities, a
warmth. Arnold's cock grew inside her. It got bigger, bigger, bigger. She
began to expand. The two of them seemed to grow in proportion until they
filled the whole room. And still they continued their mind-shattering
union. Bigger and bigger and bigger. She lost all sense of scale. The heat
inside her was growing so intense she could concentrate on nothing
else. She felt like she was going to be split by Arnold's huge cock. The
pressure of it on the walls of her vagina was becoming unbearable. Blood
started to flow rapidly through her body. It filled her. She felt
swollen. Her breasts ached and she looked at the nipples. They were so
large. Bigger than she had ever seen them. She felt her clit. It seemed to
be sticking out so far she could almost see it between her legs. It ached,
as well.
	Higher and higher.
	Just when she thought she might lose it, she sensed a coming
together. She listened to their cries. They were agonizing. She felt their
bodies, they were devastated. She smelled the air, it was electrified. She
licked her lips. She licked Arnold's lips. She dug her fingernails deep
into his shoulders, raked them across his back, pulled herself up to him
and set her teeth firmly into his deltoid. He let out a scream. It echoed
through her and started to vibrate. The energy shot back and forth, riding
on the arc of sexual electricity that jumped between them. She raised her
legs, clamped them around his waist, drove her pelvis down onto his huge,
cunt-splitting cock and the two of them exploded in orgasm. It felt like
the top of Arnold's cock had blown off inside her. She couldn't help
herself. She rammed her aching clit hard against him again and again as her
body was overcome by something that resembled an orgasm like a hurricane
resembles a light spring rain. It went on for hours, days, months. Her body
was ravaged by the devastating ordeal. It took forever to subside, and when
it did, they found themselves lying in a wet puddle of sweat that covered
the entire bed. Their bodies were heaving as their lungs begged for more
air. Arnold was finally soft and slowly pulled out of her, rolling off to
her side. Despite the wetness, she was unbelievably warm.
	"Don't you ever, ever complain to me about being out of control,
again, young lady. I don't know what the hell you did just then, but you'd
better give me some warning next time."
	It took a few minutes for the words to sink in. Her? He was blaming
that on her? She thought hard. It had felt so much a part of her, that's
for sure. Had it really been her?
	"If I weren't so exhausted I hit you. What do you mean, Me? I
couldn't have done that"
	"Great. So the only thing left is divine intervention. Okay. I've
got to get to the gym. You call the pope. How the hell am I gonna make it
through a workout now. We're gonna have to work something out here if you
keep that up. Like sex every two-and-a-half centuries."
	"I tell you, I don't know what I did. I just wanted you so
badly. And I couldn't stop. I felt so. . . so free. I couldn't stop. God,
it was great. Sex should be that mind bending every time"
	"Ha. Only if you have nothing else to do with the rest of your
life." He gently stroked her cheek. She pressed her lips to the back of his
hand. "It was amazing. You are one very sexy lady." He leaned over and
kissed her deeply, fully on the lips. "Now I've got to get going. Although
I'd better have another quick shower so I don't have all the dogs in town
following me around, thinking I'm in heat."
	"Arnold?"
	"Yeah, love?"
	"Thank you."
	"Thank you. You are a great lover and a great love. Have a great
time tonight with Chuck. Give him all my best, if you know what I mean."
	Arnold hopped off the bed as though he hadn't just had the most
physically draining sexual experience of his life. He grabbed his clothes
and headed for the bathroom, his tight ass swaying back and forth
seductively.
	Chris contemplated him after he disappeared around the
corner. Looking back on a sexual experience usually expanded the memory to
be either far worse or far better than it had actually been. She knew that
no amount of imagination was ever going to surpass the reality of these
past hours.
	The most amazing thing, of course, was the change she felt
happening within herself. Modesty aside, she had always been considered a
good lover. Some had said great. But nothing she had ever done with anyone
in any situation had ever approached what had just happened between the two
of them. And Arnold claimed it was her doing. Of course, he had no need to
lie to her. And, in fact, he did seem as overcome by the event as she was,
if only momentarily. And she did feel in control. She remembered the
feeling of being able to do anything. Well, so she had. She chalked up his
quick recovery to his amazing vitality and the simple fact that fantastic
sex was just a way of life for him. It seemed to have energized him. She
wondered if she were to sneak into the bathroom right now, would she find
him with another erection, ready to go again?
	He had a life. Let him get on with it.
	And so did she. She had a meeting this morning with Nicholas. And
his dogs. What the hell was she going to do with a bunch of yapping poodles
and old bats drinking tea? That was supposed to sell make-up? She needed
something to sell him instead. Only one thing sold make-up. Sex. Pure,
unadulterated sex.
	Arnold.
	Pure, unadulterated sex.
	An image of Arnold's body covered with kisses, each a different
color of lipstick suddenly came to mind. Another image of her personally
placing each one of those kisses also came to mind. And then a third image
of her loosing the account because she couldn't stop putting the kisses on
Arnold came to mind. What about lots of women putting different colored
kisses on Arnold? And a special color. Placed somewhere special. A special
layout for Cosmo or something. They'd pay a fortune for the chance to run
it. Imagine, a magazine paying to run an ad. And when Nicholas caught sight
of Arnold. The man would cum in his three hundred dollar chinos.
	She was on a roll. But she needed something to show Nicholas. She
thought about the shots she had taken in Arnold's exercise room the
previous day. He had said the negatives were his. That meant he wanted
strict control of what happened to the shots.
	She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. As she whipped
around the corner she stopped dead in her tracks. Arnold was brushing his
teeth. His mouth was full of suds. His right arm was rapidly moving the
toothbrush up and down in his mouth, the muscles flexing and jumping with
each movement of the brush.
	He turned to her and smiled a big, white, drippy smile. "Ahgh
fughaghpf doo prufh ma feef."
	She giggled. She also felt her genitals start to churn. He was so
big. So beautiful. And so unaffected by it all. There was this quality of
childlike innocence about him. He was always at play. Even the serious
stuff, the comforting, the soothing, the deep, soul-searing sex, was filled
with a child's wonder of the world around him. And here he was, his huge
pecs bulging, his gigantic cock wiggling back and forth between his legs as
he brushed his teeth and let the toothpaste drool down onto his chest. He
looked down and saw the errant stream of white. He watched it as it slowly
crept down the surface of his huge muscle. He waited until it was just
ready to drip of onto the floor and he scooped it up with his forefinger
and sucked it back into his mouth, smiling with the glory of his victory.
	Chris wanted to hug him to her, wanted to love him all over again,
but knew where that would lead. She satisfied herself with staring at the
wonderful sight before her until he was finished and had wiped his face
dry.
	"I've got a favor to ask you."
	"Shoot."
	"You know those photos I took yesterday in the other room?"
	"Yeah."
	"Well, I've got this client who's looking to launch a really
incredible line of cosmetics, but he's got some really goofball ideas about
how to do it. I have some thoughts, and they include a well-developed male
body with very specific physical attributes. I would like to try to change
his mind regarding the campaign, but need some show 'n' tell."
	Arnold thought for only a second. "I trust you. Just don't give me
away, okay?"
	"I'll guard you with my life." She meant it. He saw that. He
started to get dressed. She enjoyed watching him wrap his body up for the
outside world. Especially the ritual surrounding putting his huge cock into
its confines. So big.
	"We should probably go through my agency."
	"No problem. Just let me sell him on this idea and you'll have a
national spread. In fact, I imagine magazines will be paying us to run the
ads."
	"This stuff is good? Nothing I'd be bothered about?"
	"Clean. No animals, no rain forests, no condors, no toxic
waste. And his colors are sensational."
	"Great. Let's go for it."
	"Thanks." She went to him and kissed his cheek. She then grabbed a
towel and wiped at the lower edge of his right pec, just next to the
nipple. The towel rubbed back and forth across it and it grew erect. "You
missed some."
	"Mmmm. No, I didn't."
	"You are incorrigible."
	"I'm also running late. I don't know what the rest of the day is
going to be like, but if this guy needs to see me have him get in touch
with the office. The name and number are on the announcement on my
machine."
	"Great." She sighed.
	"What?"
	"You are so beautiful."
	He looked at her, started to say something, changed his
mind. "Thanks. It's sometimes hard for me to remember that when people are
staring at me. I wonder if I left my fly open or have a booger hanging out
of my nose."
	"You really don't think about it, do you."
	"Nope. Mr. Ridell set me straight on it a long time ago. These are
things I was born with. I didn't do anything to deserve them, they just
are. If I start taking credit for them, I'm the biggest fool in the
world. My body is my doing. I can say that's mine. But my face, my cock, my
toenails, those are just there. Just are. I was given some wonderful pieces
of equipment to work with. Those, I need to be thankful for. What I've done
with that equipment, I'm thankful for having the chance."
	"Thankful to who?"
	"Ah. There's the sixty-four thousand dollar question. Ask me that
again when we've both got a few spare hours. If you want a hint, pick
through a few of the books on the shelf out in the living room."
	"I was browsing them yesterday. They seem to be a rather eclectic
gathering of ideas."
	"Anyone who thinks the answers are only in one book are only going
to get the answers in one book. I've got to run. I'll see you soon."
	He pulled her to him, and she felt the bulges of his biceps and
pecs as she was enfolded in his strength. Their lips pressed together,
drank deeply again, and parted, thirsting for more. He dashed back to the
bedroom, grabbed a small portfolio and his gym bag. As he came back down
the hallway, towards the front door, she marveled at the way his huge
shoulders filled the entire space. She stepped back into the bathroom to
let him pass and he gave her another deep kiss on his way by. He got to the
door, opened it, stepped through and began to close it behind him, but
stopped at the last minute, as though he had forgotten something. Stepping
back inside, Arnold closed the door and walked back towards her. From the
look on his face, it seemed very important. She stepped aside to let him
pass, but he stopped in front of her.
	"I would be greatly remiss if I were to leave without telling you,
after reflecting on the happenings of the past day and my reactions to
them, that I am seriously considering the fact that I may be in love with
you. Have a good day." He pecked her on the cheek and was out the door
before she could do or say or think anything.
	It was several minutes before she was able to remember that she was
standing, naked, in another person's apartment with tears streaming down
her cheeks. Her heart was so full, her head so light, her mind so
completely overcome with joy that she could manage to do nothing except
revel in the warmth of the moment.
	She slowly got a handle on the situation and reminded herself that
several. . . make that many. . . people had said that very same thing to
her.
	She then reminded herself that none of them were anything like the
person who had just said it to her.
	She then reminded herself that this was the same guy who, only
yesterday, had been with at least three other women before she had even
said hello to him and was going to be spending the night with a fourth, his
other next door neighbor.
	She then reminded herself that she, herself was going to be
spending the night with another neighbor and that this person who had just
said this to her knew about it and rejoiced in it.
	She then reminded herself that she had never, ever, been in a
situation like this before and should probably take everything as it
happened.
	And where did he keep his tissues?