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gave her new life and new hope, and she knew now that she was ready to accept a man into her body, to make love to him and give him of herself. was this the time? The place? The man? She honestly did not know, and that uncertainty had a cooling effect on her erotic excitement.

Very gradually, she coaxed Ron away from his ministrations. His lips released her hugely erect nipple with a tiny moist POP! as she lovingly raised his face to hers and kissed him passionately, his lips pleasantly warm from the heated contact she had just broken.

"Why did "Oh, ..m..my sweet Ron!" she panted. this have to happen to us now?" She held his face closely, looking deeply into his rich brown eyes. "I think I could love you. You know that?"

"And me you," he responded, his hands again filled to overflowing with the trembling creamy flesh of her breasts.

"Ron, .." she swallowed. "I think you deserve the right to know that I can't go any farther. I've had very little experience with men and I just can't give myself completely until I am more sure of my feelings. Can you understand that?" "Yea, I think so." He was obviously disappointed. "Uh.., thanks for being honest with me, Chris, instead of stringing me along and then stopping cold like some women do. I really like you, ya know?" He grinned broadly and glanced at where his hands were. Calmly, but very very slowly, he took his hands away, awkwardly but symbolically tried to tug the dress back into place, then reached back and refastened the zipper for her while her arms never left the interloced position behind his head.

He crushed her to him and kissed her hard, released her, searched her body with a practiced eye. "Chris, your gorgeous. And, damn it! I like you enough to respect you too."

Breaking contact with obvious reluctance, Ron opened his car door, climbed out, pulled her out his side, and they silently traversed the few yards of sidewalk to the porch.

Fat tears had escaped down Chris's cheeks by the time they reached the door. "I promise I'll write, Ron. I very much want to see you again." He wiped a tear away from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. "Me too, darling. Let's make it soon, okay?"

She nodded, unable to speak for fear she'd sob all over his beautiful tuxedo. Their last kiss was the sweetest of all, even in its brevity.

He said, "See ya," with a forced smile, then turned away.

"I love you," Chris whispered belatedly when he was beyond range. Later in her room, as she undressed, Chris found that her nipples were still fattly erect and she imagined she could still feel Ron's mouth wrapped around them, gently sucking and licking the pudgy thumb-sized mountains, until she groaned with pleasure. She cried herself to sleep.

With the two-weeks of vacation almost over, Chris spent Saturday preparing for her return trip to Greystone. There was more than twice as much to pack, the result of all those hours on shopping trips. She would certainly be able to dress up now, even if there was no occasion for it except maybe Christmas.

The Millers took Chris out to a night club that night, surprising her by inviting Ron to be her escort. It was great seeing him again, but the previous evening's events and emotions came rushing back, making Chris uncomfortable along with being extremely embarrassed by this situation. And it appeared that Ron felt some of those same feelings. But both were still