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Krissy's Wedding Gift Part 4

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Krissy and Mark begin dating

On the way home from the university I revealed to Beth Ann that Mark and I had arranged a date in the coming week. She wasn’t surprised; she seemed to have known or suspected it.

“If you object to me seeing Mark, I’ll cancel the date,” I said to Beth Ann as she drove.

She turned and looked at me. “Object? I don’t object at all,” she asserted. She turned her attention back to the road and softened her tone. “His eyes lit up when I introduced you. I think it’s cute.”

“Are you sure? Just say the word and I’ll cancel.”

“Don’t do that, Krissy. I want you and Dr. Toscano to have your date,” she said as we merged onto the highway. “He’s a good guy,” she added. “I’ve only seen him as a professor. I’ve never seen his social side. He looked happy.”

We rode in silence for half a minute.

“Did you set us up, Beth Ann?”

She couldn’t restrain a smile. “No, I didn’t,” she alleged.

After a moment of silence she turned to me and read the skepticism on my face.

“Sure, I knew he would be there,” she conceded. “But I was going to bring you and show you off whether he was there or not.

It doesn’t surprise me that he’s drawn to you,” she continued, matter-of-factly. “Lots of guys in the bicycle club are interested in you. You’re unresponsive. It’s nice to see you react positively to a man who’s attracted to you.

“Where is he taking you, anyway?” she asked, changing the subject slightly.

“We arranged a dinner date. He’s to pick me up at 7:00 o’clock on Wednesday."

“Wednesday is his only free night,” Beth Ann confirmed. He teaches evening classes the other weeknights. Friday through Sunday evenings he supervises the interns at the hospital.”

“Busy man,” I said.

“Not too busy for you, Krissy,” she said, failing to repress that smile again.


Beth Ann insisted on helping me prepare for my date. She arrived at my house late Wednesday afternoon.

“Let’s get you all pretty,” she said as she took charge. “First, a shower.”

She joined me in the shower, washing my hair, soaping my whole body, and rinsing me clean. She toweled us off and blew out my hair. She then led me straight to my bed.

“You’re a lady, Krissy, and I don’t want you to be too eager tonight. I’m going to take care of that right now.”

She had me recline on my bed and began an abbreviated massage. Her object was my kitty and she soon turned her full attention there. Pulling me open, she pampered me with kiss after loving kiss. Once she had me primed, she ordered me on top

“Sit on my face, Krissy.”

I was repositioning when her breasts called out to me. As focused as I had been on Beth Ann’s vagina, I had been remiss in giving her ample boobs the attention they deserved.

“Squeeze your lovely boobs together for me, Doll.” She obeyed.

“Keep them held tight,” I instructed. Beth Ann lifted and scrunched her boobs. I helped her position them where I wanted them. When I was satisfied with how she held them, I mounted her and smeared a healthy portion of slipperiness on her. I treated one, then the other.

“Oooh, I like that, sexy Krissy!” Beth Ann effused. “Rub yourself on my tits,” she pled, holding them upright for my pleasure. I continued buffing her boobs to a smooth shine until bringing myself to a generous finish. Upon completion, I straddled her on all fours and we kissed.

“That was so sexy. I thought only guys did that,” she cooed.

I took her boobs in my hands, and squeezing them together, pushed them toward her face.

“Your tits inspire me,” I said, jiggling them. I pushed one nipple near her mouth, then the other. I joined her in licking off my secretions.

“Now for you, my lovely,” I said, heading south. I entertained Beth Ann the way she likes; I provided tender loving kisses to her vagina, progressing to slow, deliberate licks, savoring her taste and scent as I did. I teased her clitoris and kept her on edge for a while and when I determined she was ready, I brought her to an elegant finish.

As Beth Ann’s breathing returned to normal, I came up and lay down next to her. We snuggled.

“You have a magic touch, Krissy. You always give me the most sensual orgasms,” she breathed.  

“That’s my way of thanking you for helping me prepare for my date.” We enjoyed the afterglow and then soon rose.

“Now, where were we?” Beth Ann asked rhetorically. “Oh yes, let’s get you dressed.”

Still topless, Beth Ann helped clean me up, and then dressed me. She applied my makeup and jewelry. She had me turn around for a final inspection.

“Perfect! You look great.”

“Thanks for your help, Beth Ann,” I said, holding her boobs as we kissed. “Oh, you’re still sticky; I’ll wash you.”

“No, don’t. I want to wear you tonight.”

She left at 6:30.


My doorbell rang at 7:00 o’clock sharp. Mark was dressed appropriately for a first date. He wore wool dress pants, a crisply pressed shirt, leather shoes, and a jacket. The three-pointed handkerchief in his breast pocket matched his tie. His wrist was adorned with an Officine Panerai watch. He was freshly shaven and his hair was combed. He was handsome.

“Come in, Mark, while I get my jacket.”

Mark took a tentative step and stood in the doorway.

“You can come in, Mark. I’ll be ready in a moment.”

Mark stepped in and looked around.

“You have a beautiful house, Krissy; it’s spacious. I like how you have it decorated.”

“Thank you, Mark. I had the help of a decorator. She has a knack for this.”

“She certainly does,” he said, admiring.

I like your kitchen island; it’s nice and big,” he observed.

“It is. I make good use of it,” I replied.

Mark helped me with my jacket and we were on our way.

Mark had made reservations at an upscale restaurant. We entered and the maître d’ greeted us. He seated us at our table and withdrew.

The restaurant had a sophisticated elegance. The floors were covered with a wool rug, providing soft acoustics that allowed for quiet conversations. A substantial mahogany bar stood to the side. Tapestries and paintings embellished the mahogany-paneled walls. The chandeliers were crystal. The wait staff was polished and the clientele was refined.

We settled in and ordered our dinners. We chatted about our jobs and our lives. Mark was a medical doctor whose specialty was neurology. He was offered a research position in academia and had accepted it. He loved his chosen profession and his avocation at the university. The subject turned to Beth Ann.

“How did you meet Beth Ann?” Mark wanted to know.

“I met her at a wedding. We were guests seated at the same table and we discovered we had much in common. We’re both cyclists, for instance, and we started riding together on weekends.” I neglected to mention that she also sleeps with me on weekends.

“She’s a bright girl,” Mark said.

“She is. She’s very pretty, too,” I added.  

“She is,” he agreed.

We spent an unhurried two hours eating and enjoying the atmosphere of the restaurant. Mark was a gentleman. For a man who was as accomplished as he was, he had no airs about him. He was practical and he was trustworthy. His temperament suited his profession; his soothing voice and genial personality could comfort a parent with a sick child. I felt relaxed and safe with Mark. He drove me home and I invited him in.

“Come in, Mark. I’d like to offer you a glass of wine.” He accepted. We sat on the couch and continued our easy conversation over a glass of Vouvray.

Mark stayed a while, but Wednesday being a work night, we wrapped up our date fairly early.

“Thank you so much, Mark. I had a great time and I truly enjoyed your company.”

“I did too, Krissy. Can I see you again?”

“I’d like that,” I said. I felt no first-date or opposite-sex awkwardness with Mark and didn’t feel it necessary to be coy with him. “As soon as possible,” I added with a smile.

Mark smiled broadly, and then became serious.

“Can I kiss you, Krissy?”

I didn’t answer him. Instead, I stepped forward, took Mark in my arms, and kissed his lips. He kissed back. We stood in the doorway, hugging and kissing. It was difficult to let him go, but I did. It was a wonderful first date.


My phone rang half an hour later. “So how did it go?”

“Beautifully. Mark is a true gentleman.”

“He’s polished,” Beth Ann acknowledged. “How was the restaurant?”

“Elegant and expensive. The service and the food were impeccable.”

“When are you going to see him again?”

“Beth Ann, let’s talk about this on Friday. I’m kind of tired now and want to get ready for bed.” I needed to discuss this with her in person.

“Alright, I’ll see you Friday. I can’t wait.”

“Beth Ann, thank you for introducing us.”

“You’re welcome, Krissy. I’m glad it went well. I knew it would.”

We rang off.


On Friday Beth Ann arrived at her usual time. I needed to discuss Mark and me with her. I got right to it.

“Beth Ann, you are truly a doll for introducing me to Mark. I like him a lot, but I like you more. If you need me to choose between him and you, I choose you. I don’t want to destroy the beautiful relationship we have. Tell me and I will call Mark right now and tell him I can’t see him again.”

She looked at me with a straight face. “Don’t do that. I have no objection to you seeing Dr. Toscano. With my busy schedule of study and the time I’ll need to spend in the laboratory, you’ll need more than I’ll be able to give. He’s a good guy and you’re a great woman, Krissy. If you and Mark like each other, then I want you to go on seeing him.”

“It won’t bother you if I date someone else?” I asked incredulously.

“If you took up with another woman I’d be terribly hurt. Or if you dated a different man. But dating Dr. Toscano? No, it doesn’t bother me at all.”  

I took Beth Ann in my arms. “There’s no woman in the world except you, Doll.” I kissed her and held her. “And I’d be devastated if you made love with another woman.”

Beth Ann recoiled. “Make love with a woman? I’d never make love with a woman,” she vowed, her face aghast.

“I’m a woman, Beth Ann. You make love with me,” I reminded her.

“Well, what we do, we’re, that’s only because, our lovemaking…” she stumbled, clearly confused about her sexuality. I interrupted her.

“Our lovemaking is beautiful, Beth Ann. I want to continue sharing intimacy with you and I want our relationship to grow.”

I took Beth Ann in my arms and we kissed. “Now let’s get you smooth.”

I undressed Beth Ann and she took her position on the counter top. After shaving her we showered together. Beth Ann dragged me to my bed and scissored me. She bumped me to a refined finish and then ordered me on top. I moved to scissor her.

“No Krissy. You owe me a face-sitting from Wednesday.”

“You’re right, Doll. I do.”

I slid up and took my position. I pulled my feet up, placing them flat on the bed so I was sitting on her. I took a shock of her beautiful hair and stuffed it inside myself. I pulled it out and put it in her mouth.

“Ooh, I like that. I want to wear your scent in my hair,” she purred. I repeated with a larger tuft of hair and then fine-tuned my position so she could place her tongue where it belonged.  

“You have such a beautiful vagina, Krissy,” Beth Ann said, kissing me. “Rub her on my face.”

I came up on one knee, and holding her by her hair, smeared my wetness on her pretty face from chin to forehead and ear to ear. I settled back over her mouth and she gave me slow, deliberate licks.

Having learned what Beth Ann craved, I intended to provide it to her. “Open up, Doll,” I instructed. She reached down and pulled herself open.

“Good girl, good kitty!” I said as I spanked her wetness.

“Now lick my clit.” She drew her attention there.

“Good girl,” I said as she kissed my clitoris and I spanked hers.

She emitted some pronounced moans and withdrew her tongue.

“Keep licking me,” I commanded. She obeyed and I began tickling myself as I patted her hotspot.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth, Doll? I asked.

She opened her eyes wide and nodded vigorously, her tongue still on my clitoris.

Her enthusiastic response and her eager face brought me to immediately.  

“Put your tongue inside me.” Beth Ann did and I deposited a sizeable finish into her expectant mouth.

I took a while to calm and then slid down to kiss her.

Beth Ann’s countenance reflected contentment. “I needed that; it was such a long week,” she said, wiping her lips with her index finger. “Your orgasms are so delicious, Krissy,” she added, licking her finger.

“You’re so sweet, Doll,” I replied as we snuggled.

Beth Ann looked in my eyes and kissed me. “I love when you sit on me and masturbate in my face. That is so sexy.”

“Then I promise to do that every time you’re here,” I vowed.

I kept my promise.


The next Wednesday Mark and I had another date, for which Beth Ann helped me prepare. A national orchestra was on tour with a ballet troupe and Mark had obtained tickets to their performance of Igor Stravinsky’s The Rite Of Spring. The orchestra delivered a moving performance of the score, with its percussive polyrhythms and undertones of brutality and paganism. The ballet troupe, with their mechanical, staccato movements, enacted a trenchant rendition of the score’s provincialism and overt sexuality. At the first performance of The Rite Of Spring in Paris in 1913, a riot broke out among the audience; happily, our audience was more civilized.

Mark took me home and I invited him in again. After a glass of wine we got more comfortable on the sofa. I sat next to Mark and we held each other, sharing tender kisses. It was only due to Beth Ann’s carnal therapy beforehand that I didn’t take Mark to my bed. Our date ended with more kisses and plans for the next Wednesday.

My phone rang an hour later.

“How did your second date go?”

“Very nice. We attended the performance of an orchestra and ballet troupe.”

“Classy. Did you do it?”

“Did we do what, may I ask?”

“You know what.”

“What kind of woman do you think I am, young lady?”

“Oh, I know what kind of woman you are. I have first-hand experience with that,” Beth Ann said, laughing.

“For your information, my pretty, no, we didn’t ‘do it’, as you put it.”

“You’re slipping, Krissy.”

“You might say that because of the considerable efforts of a certain gorgeous, special, sexy lady earlier, my primal urges were attenuated.”

“Wait until Friday. You’ll be attenuated alright. I’ll make sure of that.”

“And I intend to satisfy all of your needs, my darling.”

We rang off. I prepared for bed and slept soundly.

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