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Amelia's Starring Role (chapter 4)
  "Patrick...more, please, more...can't take much more of this!" she begged. Her whole body seemed numb, all her senses centred on the remarkable feelings his tongue and fingers were eliciting. He slipped his tongue into her vagina, savoring the sweetness that was almost overpowering. He could feel her muscles contract in an involuntary effort to drag his face even closer than he already was, and knew it was time to give her what she (and he) both wanted.
  Patrick pulled himself to his knees and gazed into the fevered eyes and flushed face of the beautiful girl who had become a part of his life in an incredibly short time. She sincerely liked him, he could tell...and he liked her *very* much. The emotional always enhanced the physical...
  "Please, don't stop now, I need you, Patrick! I want you to make love to me." Her simple plea was a ragged whisper, and her hips twitched in anticipation of his next move. He grasped them and lifted them and positioned the tip of his penis at the glistening entrance
- 7 - of her vagina. With infinite slowness, and great care to prevent her hips from moving, he penetrated her completely. Her creamy folds engulfed his length, and he could see her nowprotruding clitoris quiver in hopes of direct stimulation. Patrick massaged her buttocks firmly and tightly, and began to grind himself into her; he withdrew reluctantly, then pulled her to him as he thrust. He felt her legs encircle him and draw him closer, but he retained his control and refused to put down her hips. Her vagina was tight, but her natural secretions made it wet and inviting.
  He placed one hand under the small of her back and brought the other around front. Her quiet moans crescendoed as he used his thumb to rub her clitoris, and he felt her body shake. Amelia pulled herself forward and grabbed Patrick's head, drawing him to her waiting, open mouth. He moved slowly downward, releasing her lower body and hugging her to him as he reached for her kiss; as their lips met he began thrusting methodically and deliberately, increasing his tempo quickly. Their pelvises ground together and their legs entwined and, after that well-timed kiss, their eyes remained locked.
  The intensity of their rythmic coupling made them lose track of time. Amelia felt the first tiny quivers of orgasm building and tightened her hold on Patrick's back. He followed her pace, allowing himself to loosen his restraint and begin his own climb towards release. Waves of excitement and sexual heat rippled through her spine and focused on her vagina as his penis stroked her insides faster and faster: her clitoris seemed to reach out to him and was rewarded with a throbbing assault by his pelvic bones. His testicles slapped against her with every thrust, and the backs of her thighs and her buttocks were brushed and tickled by his thick nest of pubic hair.
  Breathing heavily, and hearing his blood scream in his ears, Patrick forced himself to hold back until he felt her vagina constrict against him, proof of her own orgasm. It was vitally important to him to make this good for Amelia, and watching the look on her face as she climaxed would enhance his own enjoyment. She was caught up in the incredibly fast pace of their lovemaking, and was thrusting back as strongly and eagerly as he. The seeming innocence in her eyes created the strangest sensation of longing in him, made him want to hold her forever and satisfy her every desire; that last he could do, obviously -- he grinned, then grimaced as a spark of urgency spurred him on to even more furious lunges.
  "Pat, I'm cumming...I'm cumming!" shrieked Amelia, clawing him to her and locking him between her legs. She bucked and pushed against his back, driving him even further inside her. His testicles demanded release, and he drove into her with a shudder.
  "Amelia...so good...oh, God, Amelia..." he breathed as he felt his semen shoot through the tip of his penis and into her quaking vagina. They lay tangled together until they fell asleep.
  "Good morning, sleepyhead." Patrick whispered into Amelia's ear. It would soon be time to be made up for the morning's filming and his sixth sense for time had awoken him on schedule. Her honey-colored hair fanned across her cheek, and he brushed it away as   - 8 - she opened her eyes. She saw him and smiled, then stretched and looked for all the world like a sleepy kitten. "Hmm...I almost thought last night was just a dream, Patrick. I feel so *good* this morning!" she purred, "...and hungry." as an afterthought.
"Well, you should be hungry, after all that exercise." he teased.
"I never would have believed it would be like this if anyone had told me...I'd always heard it would be painful." mused Amelia.
With a start Patrick turned: "You're not telling me this was your first time?" The incredulity on his face made her laugh.
"Yes, Patrick, you `deflowered' me!" quipped she with much amusement.
"Oh, Amelia, I'm sorry -- I had no idea, you should have told me -"
  "Patrick," she interrupted, "I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I still want to be with you, to go out with you, to stay in with you. I like what you taught me about myself, and I appreciate the fact that you were gentle even though you didn't know I'd never done it before. I guess I've just never wanted to before...you're the only man I've ever been this comfortable with and I don't want you to feel guilty about making me feel good!"
  With a slow smile Patrick held out his arms and she snuggled against him eagerly. "I suppose I'm too old-fashioned to take the surrender of your virginity that lightly. I like you, Amelia, and that could turn into something more with time. And Heaven knows we have time!"
  "You never know...but I'd like to have you teach me about some of the finer points of lovemaking. I'm sure I can be a good pupil." she said as she pulled away and started to rise; "Why don't we practice again tonight?"
"You know, they say you're a natural..."