|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- WINTER STADIUM THEM--CUP 15--"PERFECT" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Winter Stadium Them  ||  -------> (Cup SRws015, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Free began to get aroused. Damn it, she thought, I don't want this to happen. But it was human nature... and she hadn't gotten laid for a long time... maybe too long. Her, such a celebrity, chastity was unbecoming. She gave Harrison an alluring smile. "Okay, lover. If you think you got what it takes, why don't you come up to my room in about five minutes?" "Are you--" Harrison began, and then stopped. "I'm throwing all the rules out the window, friend. If you want me, now is the time to get me." "I... I don't know if I want it to go that far..." She stood up. "Look Harrison--I know you're playing a game. And you know what? You won. I'll fuck you." Harrison stared at her, silent. "I'll see you in five minutes." she said, as she turned and walked away, running her hands over her blue-jean-covered ass." Harrison took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off his brow. He sat in silent meditation for several minutes, aware of the time ticking away. Then Thor Panther Clothing walked in. "Hi Prez." she said. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." he said, then gulping. "You don't look so good." "No..." he said, "No, I'm not. I think I'm getting the..." "The cold that's been going around?" "Yes." Harrison said. "I think I better go and lie down." "Yeah, that would be a good idea." Thor said, walking over to a little table and perusing the mail that sat there. While she was facing away from him, Harrison quickly got up and headed across the room. He didn't want her to see the big bulge in his pants. "Alright, I'll see you later." he said, almost out of the room. "Have you seen Free?" "No, uh, I haven't" Harrison said, breathing a sigh of relief as he left the room and headed for the elevators. Soon he was at Free's door. He considered knocking, but figured the situation demanded a more forceful approach. He opened the door, and stepped inside. Free was sitting at her desk, talking on the phone. She had taken off her jacket and her sneakers, but nothing else. Harrison looked down the hallway to make sure he wasn't spotted, and then closed the door, waiting for Free to acknowledge his presence. She glanced up at him and held up a finger. The tone of the conversation was in endgame--sounded like she was trying to get off. And soon, she did, with an "Okay, talk to you soon. Bye bye." Harrison cleared his threat nervously. "If you..." he said, butterflies in his stomach, "if you change you mind, I..." But she had already gotten up and crossed the room to him. She put her arms around him and pressed her lips to his. He opened his mouth and their tongues embraced. "We're gonna do this." she said, her voice deep with sex. "Yeah..." he said slowly. "But afterward, I have a job for you." "Oh?" "Yeah. But don't worry about that now. I know I'm taking away your fun by not letting you seduce me little by little. But I think it can still be--" He put his index and middle fingers gently to her mouth to quiet her. "This is the greatest gift you could ever give me." he said, and then he bent down and regarded her bellybutton, his hands on her waist. "So perfect..." he said, as he slowly licked and kissed the navel. And Free shuddered. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----