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Title: The Westins
Author: Classic She and Teg-rit
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Doug Westin/Elizabeth Bartlet
Spoilers:Season 5 general
Legalities: They aren't mine, they just tell me things and I scribble it down.

Author's Note:  This is an AU explanation of how Doug & Liz got together.

Memorial Day, May 26, 1986 Doug's Fraternity House

Doug watches Lizzie. She looks as pretty tonight as she did at lunch. He pumps her another beer, showing her just how to tilt the cup to keep from getting too much foam. "You have to watch out or it'll be all head." He finishes getting her beer and hands it to her, taking his back from her. He wraps his arm around her waist possessively as they walk around the backyard of his fraternity house. He keeps introducing her to people. He reaches Tony, handing Lizzie his beer, and bumps chests with him. "Hey. Did you meet Lizzie?"

Liz smiles at Tony. Today has been the most fabulous day of her life. She met Doug, had lunch, he drove her around in his Jag, the top down, tunes up and then dropped her off at the dorm. She ran up the stairs to call Mal, her very bestest friend from the time they were tots, but Ora May said she was out for the day. She called her Dad for her daily check-in, he went home for the day, and stated that she was going to a party with the new friends she had made in her dorm. She stretched the truth a bit, Doug was her new friend, and she technically hadn't met him in the dorm, rather on the steps of the dorm, but still, Dad seemed happy that she was making new friends. She didn't feel the need to explain her new friend was male. Very male. She agonized over what to wear, settling for a sundress and then hurried outside to wait for him. She was almost in tears, about to give up, as she checked her watch for the millionth time, 7:30 when the Cherry Red Jag pulled up, music blaring, and she ran down the stairs to get in.

She sips her beer, and frowns a bit at the taste. But everyone around them seems to swilling it. She takes a bigger sip and suddenly realizes that Tony was saying "Hey, Gorgeous, what do you see in this jerk? How's about we go for a spin?" 

She smiles weakly, unsure what to say or do. She glances at Doug, willing him to help her out.

He takes his beer back from Lizzie. "Tony, back off. Go find yourself another girl." Doug laughs loudly. He's had a bit of beer and he's full of male bravado. He puts his other arm back around Lizzie. "She's mine." He pulls her a little closer, possessively. He takes a big swig of his beer. Lizzie can get a ride home tonight or he'll walk her, he's already had more than enough to not get behind the wheel. He pulls her away from Tony and into the living room, where the stereo was blasting Phish's You Enjoy Myself.

Liz just about dies when Doug states she's his. Never in a million years did she ever expect to here that from a guy. Sure, she had dates in High School, but after her father interrogated them about their intentions towards his daughter, none of them dared so much as touch her. And here Doug, this college guy, called her his! She couldn't believe it. And he had his arm wrapped around her waist. She takes another sip of beer, and smiles. This was all so cool! She moves a little closer to Doug, swaying in time to the music.

He grins at his fraternity brothers and their girls. He knew Lizzie was a pretty girl, he wouldn't be listening to any ribbing in chapter about bringing a fugly girl. He'd save that for Tony. What was he thinking? That girl was at most a high school senior. He takes another sip of beer, listening to the music. He leans into her ear, hoping she'd like his cologne. "I saw them in concert in April. At Burlington."

She turns to face him, suddenly closer to him than she had ever been. "Phish? Oh my God, you saw them in concert?" She had never been to a concert, her parents wouldn't let her go. She looks in amazement at her date, college was so much better than High School. Two more years and she too would be able to do what she felt like, when she felt like it. She dazzles him with her smile, maybe he would take her to a concert. She looks up at him, he was so cool.

He nods. "We go over to Burlington every couple of months when we hear they are going to be playing. They do a good show." He puts his arms around her, matching her rhythm and lightly pressing his body against her. "There are some pretty good bands around here. We can go sometime." He checks her beer, it's still about half full and finishes his own. She was giving him that smile that made his heart skip a beat.

She notices him glancing at her beer. She doesn't want to be a slacker, so she finishes it quickly. She puts the cup down and moves with him, slowly to the music. She has never been this close to a guy, in his arms. She moves closer to him, to see what it feels like to have his whole body against hers. He's as hard as a rock and smells very good. She wonders if she dares to place her head on his shoulder, it just seems the natural thing to do. She decides to try it, after all today is all about trying new experiences.

She's put her head on his shoulder, it's got to be a good sign. He pulls her even closer to him, she's close enough now to feel his erection. He can't help it though. He's got by far the prettiest girl in the room. A couple of the younger guys decide to take that moment to start fighting. Typical. He pulls her towards the edge of the room, towards the staircase to upstairs. "I've got bottles in my room. Wanna get out of all of this?" He waits, hoping she'll take the hint.

She is a bit scared by the sudden yelling and swearing, and when she sees fists flying she moves closer to Doug. She hears him ask if she wants to get away from the fighting and she nods her head. Suddenly he grasps her hand and pulls her up the stairs. She feels a bit light headed at the quick movement, but she wants to get away from the noise. Maybe college isn't all it seems to be.

He opens the door to his room, pulling her inside. Once the door is shut, it's a little quieter, two floors and the other end of the house ensures that. "Sorry about that. We can get a little crazy." He releases her hand, going to the small fridge and pulling out two Pabst Blue Ribbons. He opens them both, handing her one and sipping the other. He crosses to the couch, sitting and patting the spot next to him. "Want to sit?"

She looks around the room with curiosity. A single bed, a couch, a desk, a fridge, a TV, a computer. A huge stereo. She had seen movies where dorm rooms where cluttered messes, but this was neat as a pin. She nods and sits next to him. And takes the pro-offered beer and sips a bit. Funny, the first beer tasted awful, but this one seemed to be especially good. Maybe because it was ice cold. She looked at the label and smiled, she had heard about these. She pulled the tab around the neck of the bottle and it come off clean, the PBR seal was perfect.

He drapes his arm around her, sipping his beer. "This is better, isn't it. Would you like some music?" He notices she's drinking this beer without the look on her face she had earlier. He grins when the seal comes off whole. "Are you having a good time?" His hand traces patterns on her bare upper arm.

She watches his hand trace figure eights on her arm, fascinated by the movement, the feelings it creates in her body. "Music would be great. And I love this, this is so fun." She felt a bit of disappointment as he rose to fiddle with stereo, and raises her bottle to take another sip of beer. The bottle felt so cold, she stuck out her tongue to lick the rim of the bottle, like an ice cream cone, to enjoy the coolness. She's feeling rather hot.

He digs through his tapes. Girly music, hmmm, Pet Shop Boys, Phish, Lionel Ritchie, Berlin. That's it. He puts the cassette into the slot and Take My Breath Away fills the room. He crosses back to Lizzie, pausing when he sees what she's doing. If she'll do that to a bottle, he can only imagine that elsewhere. He takes a large swallow of his beer, sitting back next to her, a little closer this time, putting his arm back around her and resuming the patters up and down her arm. "This good?"

"Hm, wonderful." She leans back onto his arm, and closes her eyes, she feels like she's floating on air as she listens to her favorite song., thinking Mal will just die when she tells her this. She opens her eyes and looks around the room, to memorize it so she can tell Mal all. She looks about, its so much larger than her room, and notices there isn't a bunk bed, only one bed. "Do you have a roommate?"

He grins as she gets closer to him. Tonight's going well. He laughs a little when she asks about the roommate. "I'm by myself. I'm an officer, treasurer actually, so they gave me the room for doing all the money junk. For putting up with my brothers mostly. That way I can haul them in here and make them pay their dues without having to kick out my roommate." He finishes his beer, leaning forward to put it on the floor, and turns her face towards him with his now empty hand. "I'm glad you're having a nice time." His face is very close to hers. He pauses, debating kissing her.

She likes how he cups her chin, so close to her. She stares into his eyes, the green so dark, and nods imperceptibly. A nice time? The time of her life. All he would need to do would be to kiss her and it would be the absolute most perfect day every. She smiles a bit, she's sixteen and never been kissed.

He swallows, he's suddenly slightly nervous. Get a hold of yourself Doug! He tells himself as he closes the gap, kissing her carefully, expecting her to pull back. When she doesn't, he kisses her harder, his tongue skimming her lips.

She can't believe he's kissing her. She is mezmorized by the sensation, it isn't at all what she had imagined. He was tentative, just barely brushing her lips, yet she felt herself burning. Then she feels his tongue against her lips and she opens her mouth in surprise.

He slides his tongue into her mouth, playing with her tongue. She's not doing too much, so he takes charge, his tongue tracing her teeth. His hand moves from her chin to her thigh, taking the bottle from her and placing it on the floor, finally resting it carefully there waiting for a signal from her. He doesn't want to rush things with her but that bottle shouldn't be the only thing to get licked.

She likes what he is doing, but isn't sure how to respond. She feels him tug at the bottle and lets it go, she feels him reaching down to place it on the floor. She decides to mimic his actions, and raises her hand to stroke his cheek. She is surprised at how he moans into her throat at her touch. Encouraged she raises her hand to do what she has wanted to since she met him, she puts her right hand in his long, curly hair and runs her fingers through it.

He massages her thigh carefully. Her fingers are playing in his hair and he sides the arm around her to her back, tracing shapes on her back through the soft cotton sundress. He wants desperately to bring her over to his bed. He guides his hand from up her thigh and runs it up and down her side, "accidentally" brushing his knuckles across her breast.

She gasps as she feels his hands running everywhere on her body. She feels as though she is burning up and her insides feel like she will melt. She pulls his hair and kisses him harder, running her tongue over his. She likes the sensations he is causing and wants to let him know she wants more, but she isn't sure how to articulate it, especially as she isn't really sure what more is.

He grins against her. She's ready to go. He lets his hand stop on her breast, rubbing her nipple through two layers of fabric. He breaks from her lips and kisses down her throat. When he reaches her collarbone, he sucks lightly at the hollow. "We should get more comfortable." He murmurs against her as he pulls his hand from her back to her waist, rubbing small circles there.

She gasps when he touches her breast, she can feel her nipple harden. Too many sensations are assailing her, it seems as though he is touching her everywhere. She runs her hands down his back, then up, under his polo shirt. She just wants to feel him, to touch his skin, to feel his muscles. She nods when he suggests they get more comfortable. She feels awkward, twisted about on the sofa, trying to meld with him.

He pulls her up, not breaking contact with her as he walks backwards towards his bed. She's got her hands under his shirt, that's another good sign. He sits on the bed, pulling her against him as he lays back, resuming his sucking along her collarbone as he fiddles with the zipper on the back of her dress. Damn women's clothing.

She lies down on top of him, yet another new sensation. He feels all hard and she can feel his erection. God, an erection! She had gotten the facts of life from her mother, when she turned twelve, but Mom never told her how good it felt. In the back of her mind, she knew she should stop, but it just felt so damned good. She moaned when she felt him nip her collarbone. She wanted more, she would stop him later.

He keeps fiddling with her zipper, finally getting it down and touching her bare skin. She keeps wiggling on top of him. The sensation's about to kill him. He breaks off his kisses to roll them onto their sides, pulling at his shirt and almost strangling himself before remembering to unbutton the buttons and throwing it in the direction of the couch. He keeps checking her eyes, making sure she doesn't want to stop, he prays she won't make him stop, but he's being careful. He explores the skin the unzipped sundress has laid bare with his hands.

She feels him roll her to her side, and watches as he takes off his shirt. She is memorized by his bare chest, she's seen shirtless guys, but never this close. She runs her hand over his chest, and tentatively touches his nipple, and smiles as it tightens under her touch. She feel his hand on her back and enjoys the sensation. She feels hot and tingly, her bare skin feels cool. She suddenly wants to feel that coolness all over and reaches to try and pull her dress off.

He helps her with her dress, letting it drop near the bed. Suddenly he realizes he's still got pants on and goes to fiddle with his belt, his fingers barely working in excitement as he attempts to one hand the belt. His other hand cups her breast as he kisses her deeply again.

She gasps as he touches her breast with his bare hand, she feels a knot tightening within her. She knows she shouldn't be doing this, that's its wrong, but she feels so lightheaded, her body feels heavy and every time he strokes her, she feels like she'll explode. This is nothing at all like what her mother described. She opens her mouth to his kiss, stroking his back as she waits and wonders what will come next.

He finally gets his belt open and undoes his pants kicking out of them, each kick grinding against her hip. He reaches behind her with both hands, undoing her bra and letting it join the pile of clothing. He kisses her deeply, breaking off and kissing his way down her body to suck on the neglected nipple. He presses her to him, wanting to keep full contact between his body and hers.

She moans as he grinds against her, she tries to match his rhythm, to keep the sensations coming. She wonders why it is so hard for him to get his clothes off, and she wants to see him, all of him. She has never seen a man naked before, she and Mallory had giggled over photos they found in her mother's medical books, but never in the flesh. And she was curious to what was poking her abdomen. She pushed him back.

Doug grins, tugging on her nipple with his teeth. He can feel how wet she is. He slides a finger into her panties carefully, pushing them down as he explores her curls. His mouth travels back up her body, ending at her mouth so he can watch her eyes and her expression as he presses in her.

She feel his hands on her, down there, and moans. His lips lick at her, then kiss her deeply. She tries to lift her hips to his hands, and he stops. She is confused as she feels him lift off of her and she looks down. She gasps when she sees how large he is, that certainly wasn't what was in her mother's books. She watches in fascination as he tries to ease her panties off of her.

He pauses. They're going to need a condom. He reaches into his bedside drawer fumbling for one as he uses his other hand to push his briefs completely off. He rips open the wrapper and slides it on, using his damp fingers. His fingers return to her, lightly pressing her clit as he slides one finger into her.

She gasps as she feels his finger enter her, she's touched herself down there, more out of curiosity than anything, but she has never felt what she is feeling now. He seems to know what he is doing, and she instinctively moves to accept his finger. She moans and spreads her legs apart, to give him better access to whatever it is he is touching

He feels her spread her legs and adds a second finger. She's very tight and he doesn't want to hurt her. His thumb draws circles on her clit as his tongue circles her nipple. He glances up to see her expression. He's always been fascinated by the faces women make with him and Lizzie's no different. He lets his other hand trace along her body, twisting into her hair as he moves up to kiss her deeply again.

She wants him. She wants him to keep doing what he is doing, but she wants more. Sex is so much better than anything she and her friends had gossiped about, better than the novels she had read, than what her Mother had told her. It was this man, touching her, almost worshipping her body. It was this feeling within her, building and building, tighter and tighter. She knew she should stop him, but she wanted it all. She wanted it now. She shifted under him, and he stopped kissing her to look in her eyes. She looked back and him and whispered, "Please."

Doug nods to her. He positions himself over her and slides carefully into her. He pauses waiting for her to get use to his size before pressing into her. He watches her face as he presses, meeting a slight resistance. She was a virgin! he thinks to himself. He pulls back slowly before pressing further into her. He starts to ride her slowly, his hands teasing her nipple and still tangled in her hair.

She feels him hover over her, and she spreads her legs further as he lowers himself onto her. She feels him push against her, very hard, very hot. She watches his face as he pushes into her, she gasps at the searing pain. She feels him withdraw, and she moans as he moves back within her. She feels his hands on her, and the pain recedes as she feels him slowly move within her. She sees the concern on his face, and she smiles a bit as she runs her hands down his arms, then up his chest. She slowly matches his rhythm, a dull throbbing slowly fades away with each thrust.

He slowly speeds up, finding his own pace as he thrusts into her. She's very tight around him but he wants her to reach her climax before he does since she's a virgin. He leans forward catching her bottom lip into his mouth as he thrusts harder into her. He moans her name softly against her, releasing her bottom lip and recatching it.

She lost herself in the pleasure she was feeling, his movements within her, being held so closely in his arms, their sweating bodies, she could feel the pressure within her growing, her mind was overwhelmed by the sensations coming from all over her body. She hears him saying her name, over and over as he catches her lips. She feels as though she is going to explode, and starts to murmur his name each time he thrusts. She is ready for whatever it is, and reaches to clench has buttocks, trying to pull him deeper within her.

He presses himself hard against her as he feels her tighten around him. The sensation sends him over the edge himself and he thrusts very hard against her mumbling an "Oh God" along with her name. He pumps a few more times, watching her face as he comes down from the high. He knows he'll have nail marks on his ass in the morning and smiles, kissing her lightly as he grins.

She felt him ram her as he called out to God, and as he did she found herself letting go, an emotion she had never felt, with such an intensity that she too found herself crying out . She felt him go limp onto of her, and she felt oddly comforted by his weight.

He keeps kissing her softly, judging her afterglow. He grins at her. "Wow." He tells her very softly. He slowly slides out of her, getting up to dispose of the condom. He returns to the bed, clicking all but the bedside lamp off as he returns and slides down the bedding along her. He glances at her to see if she gets the message he wants her under the covers with him as he pulls on his briefs.

She grins at him, "Wow is right." She lets him tuck her in to bed and watches as he puts his briefs back on, wondering why he is. He slides in next to her and she cuddles against him, kissing his throat.

He likes the feel of her warm body pressed against her. He wraps his legs around hers trapping her next to him. He lets his fingers lightly explore her body, trailing from her very sensitive clit to her nipples and along her back. He closes his eyes as he reaches for the last light, the one on his nightstand. "Stay the night Lizzie." He mumbles to her.

She nods, still floating. She enjoys the feeling of his hands on her body, and wonders why she doesn't feel the urgency she felt before. "Is it always like that?"

He's comfortable holding her in his arms and now that it's dark, she can't see him if he blushes. He's honest with her. "Or better." He murmurs in her eat, kissing her throat.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" She murmurs, more to herself than him. If it feels like that, why don't people spend their lives in bed? She sighs and snuggles a bit closer to him, as she drifts off to sleep in his arms.

"Because they didn't want you to know." He whispers to her, stroking her hair lightly as he adjusts the blankets around them. He lays there in the dark for a bit, holding her close as his own brain shuts down and he finally falls asleep.

Tuesday, May 27, 1986 Doug's Fraternity House       

Doug's natural alarm clock has him up at 6. He slides slowly out of bed, glancing at the girl in his arms. She looks so young he thinks, then quickly shakes off the thought. He wraps a towel around himself and heads to the shower. He pauses to bang on Tony's door just to annoy him. He takes a quick shower and reenters his room. He picks up Lizzie's clothes and puts them on the couch then sits on the bed next to her, moving a lock of hair out of her face. "Lizzie?"

Liz is sound asleep, when she hears a voice calling her name. She smiles at the masculine voice in her dream and turns a bit, snuggling against the warm body she encounters.

He strokes her face lightly, trying not to drip on her too much. "Lizzie. You need to get up." He glances down at her body smiling as the sheet slides down when she turns.

She smiles at the touch on her face, a wonderful dream. She stretches and frowns as she feels unfamiliar soreness in her nether regions. She slowly opens her eyes, and gasps. The guy she was dreaming about is sitting next to her. What's his name? Doug. And then she remembers.

He smiles at her. "Good morning." His hand lingers on her jaw. She's really pretty in the low light coming through the blinds.

She instinctively turns to nuzzle his hand, giving him a light kiss. She turns to look at him, his face framed by the light behind him. "Morning."

He grins when she kisses his hand and leans in to kiss her lightly. "Did you sleep well?" He stays bent forward to stay near her.

"Hmmm, yesssss." She responds in a low sleepy voice. She turns to lie on her back, and slowly lifts her arms to stretch again, unaware that she has just lost all the sheets with her movement.

He smiles, watching the water from his hair drip onto her. He lets his hand slide down from her jaw to her breast, letting it rest there. "I did too. Nice to have someone warm with me."

She smiles up at him. She likes the way the water feels as it drips on her, and his hand upon her. "I've never slept with anyone."

He nods. He knew. "Well you should do it more often." He pauses. "With me." He squeezes her lightly.

She moans as he squeezes her, she can't believe he wants her.

He grins, leaning in to kiss her. He licks the water droplets off her shoulder. He lets his hand roam lightly over her body.

She knows she should be leaving, that this was all wrong. The touch of his hand suddenly ignites the feelings she had the night before. His tongue on her shoulder cause her to shudder, and she instinctively raises her hands to his head, to run her fingers through his hair. "You said it could be better."

His voice is low and husky. "It can be. Much." His towel is sliding open but he doesn't care. His tongue slides lower, sucking imaginary droplets off her body.

She moans as he explores her body, "I really should get going."

He looks up from her chest, looking into her eyes. "We have some time. I'll take you to your dorm." He drops his head and sucks on her breast, nipping her lightly. He lets his hand slide even lower, stroking her.

She gasps as he touches her, she really is sore.

He notices her gasp and withdrawals his fingers. "Sorry." He mumbles against the mouthful of flesh he's sucking on.

"Hiss okay" She runs her fingers through his hair, which has stopped dripping, as she delights in what he is doing. He certainly seems to know what to do. She is hesitant to ask, but she is curious, "Was I... okay?"

He lets his finger slide back in. "Very good." He kisses his way back up her neck, his towel sliding off and to the floor.

It doesn't seem to hurt as much, now that he is doing whatever it is he is doing. She is a bit doubtful about his last statement, he must just be saying that to be nice. Surely he has been with other girls, he had to have been. She feels his lips upon hers and opens her mouth to his probing tongue.

He shifts lying next to her. She's a little more receptive to his tongue today so he takes the opportunity to press up against her. She's warm and he's a little chilly where the water has been drying on his skin.

Suddenly his body is close to hers, it feels so cool compared to the heat rising in hers. She shivers a bit, at his touch, at her memory of what this had all lead to yesterday. She can feel that he is ready to repeat last nights performance, and decides to let him. She wants to see if it can indeed be better.

He notices her shiver. "Cold?" He pulls the sheet over them as he grabs a condom the nightstand and slides it on one-handed. He presses his fingers deeper into her, stroking her. "You're beautifully Lizzie." He mumbles to her.

She watches his actions, he certainly seems practiced in the art of love. She suddenly realizes what he is doing and a moment of panic hits her - this is how people get pregnant. She blurts out, "Is that a condom?" And immediately feels like an idiot.

He's had girls panic before. He nods. "It's a condom. So we're safe." He kisses her again running his fingers in her hair.

"Did you, last night?" She feels like even more of an idiot. Are girls supposed to check for things like that?

He nods. She was more out of it than he judged her to be. "Always." He strokes her lightly, trying to distract her. "We're safe."

She frowns a bit, her mother had lectured her about abstinence being the only reliable means of birth control.

He kisses her again. "We'll be fine." He presses into her a little harder.

He guides her hand down. "Follow me." He wraps her hand around him covering her hand with his and strokes slowly. "That feels so good Lizzie." He hisses.

She is surprised by his action, but she is eager to learn what he is showing her. She does what he shows her, it doesn't do much for her, but certainly he seems to be enjoying it as she watches his face.

He moans, speeding her up a little. "Lizzie...." He mumbles, pressing in her trying to make her enjoy the experience. His eyes are shut as he enjoys what she's learning.

She opens a bit to his pressure, and watches with fascination at his facial expressions as she experiments with his cock.

He shudders as she touches him. "So good." He's moaning as he feels the increased blood flow. He adds a second finger inside her.

It's quite amazing to watch how his cock seems to grow and harden under her touch. Once again she amazed at how it differs in the flesh from the illustrations in her mother's medical books. She likes what he is doing to her and rises her hips to his touch.

He thrusts a little faster when she raises her hips. She seems to be enjoying this. "So good Lizzie." He gasps, trying to position himself towards her and uses his thumb to press her sensitive clit.

She can feel him turn towards her as he does something which make her inhale quickly. She blurts out, "What are you doing?" suddenly feeling ignorant.

"Making sure you feel as good as I do right now." He kisses her lightly. "Is it working?" He presses her clit again.

"Oh, God, yes." She tries to shift towards him, she wants him to do what they did last night.

He rolls her onto her back. "Good. Now relax and let me lead you." He lines up against her, removing his fingers and wrapping them on her hip. He lets his tip graze her lightly before letting it enter her. He pauses, letting her adjust.

She feels his tip and she stiffens in expectation of the pain she felt last evening. She feels him slowly enter her and pause; it is much better than she had expected. pleasure instead of pain. She waits for him to move, when he doesn't she places her hands on his hips and pushes him down, as she rises to meet him. "Please."

He begins to move slowly. "Tell me if it hurts." He keeps himself from pushing her too fast. He rocks against her, letting his finger slide between them to rub her clit lightly. She's warm and slick to the touch.

"No, feels good." She murmurs as she tries to match his pace.

He speeds up, letting his finger draw small circles. "It does." He mumbles, kissing her again.

"mmm" She moans into his mouth, letting the sensations overtake her. She runs her fingers up and down his back, tracing his spine.

He watches her eyes, making sure she's enjoying it. "Lizzie" He mumbles as he pants. He's very close to his edge, her fingers on his back getting him over stimulated.

She hears him call her name and looks into his green eyes, "Yes?" as she runs her hands down his sides, over his hips.

"You" He mutters, pressing himself harder against her. "So good." He climaxes, collapsing on top of her.

She feels his weight coming down on her, and thinks 'He was right, it can be better' as her body shudders.

He watches her climax. "You're so good." He kisses her, still moving within her.

She feels him moving within her, and she feels her body tighten yet again around him. She wants to subsume herself into him, she lifts her legs and wraps them around his.

He rides her second climax and bites her collarbone, leaving a mark. "You're my girl now." He grins, slowly sliding out of her.

She feels herself falling for him as he calls her his girl. She grins back at him, "Are you my guy now?"

He smiles, holding her. "If you want." He glances at the clock. "Want some breakfast?"

Liz suddenly realizes she hasn't eaten since lunch yesterday, the lunch he bought her, the lunch she didn't eat. "I'm starving." She looks about for her clothes, "Is breakfast in the same place?"

"Stay put." He slides out of the sheets, disposing of the condom and walking around his room naked. He hangs up his towel and then turns to his coffeepot, pouring two cups of coffee adding a dash of creamer and bringing them back to the bed. "I made it like mine."

She watches him walk about the room - well, now he looked a little more like Mom's books. But put together much nicer. She smiles as she takes the cup, coffee, another forbidden fruit. She takes a sip and lets its warmth slide down her throat. That tastes much better than the beer - she certainly likes all of these adult things. Wait till she calls Mal, maybe she could convince her to come up for a weekend. She'd like to show off "her guy."

Doug sips his coffee. "Do you want some yogurt?" He's up before she answers, digging in his fridge for two cups of yogurt and grabs two spoons out of the box. He brings them back and offers her both "Blueberry or raspberry?"

"Blueberry, please." She takes the pro-offered carton and pulls it open. As is her habit, she ignores the spoon and dips her finger into the tub.

He was concentrating on opening his own yogurt when her movements catch his eye. He swallows hard. They don't have time for another go around but..... "So do I get a last name?"

She freezes momentarily, she hadn't considered that he'd want to know her whole name. She dips her finger into the tub, digging out a glob of yogurt and lifts it carefully to her mouth. That was the fun of eating it with your fingers, to see how much you could dig out and transport without dripping. That and that fact that it really, really bugged her mother. She looks at him as she sucks her finger, buying time as she thinks. She didn't want him to know she was a Bartlet, Dad had a chilling effect on her dating life. Well, her non-existent dating life. She looks up at him, "Lizzie B."

He watches her eat the yogurt, fascinated at the finger in her mouth. "Lizzie Bee? Like the insect?"

She notices him watching her eating methods and shrugs, maybe all grown-ups thought it disgusting. She carefully digs out another glob and lifts it to her mouth. "Bzzz." There, a non-answer, she wasn't exactly lying, she just wasn't telling all the truth.

He grins. "Bzzz." He pauses, dipping his finger in his own yogurt. "Want a taste?" He puts his finger near her mouth.

She grins and leans forward, taking his finger and said yogurt in, she closes her mouth gently on his finger and swirls her tongue around it, as she sucks the yogurt, sighing in pleasure at the taste of his finger, covered in sweetness, yet a tangy undertone to it all.

He groans. He'll have to try letting her taste something else. He slides his finger out of her mouth, dipping his finger back into his yogurt and tasting it himself. "Different way to eat yogurt Lizzie."

She shrugs, "It pisses Mom off."

He grins. "You can eat like that with me if you want." He repeats the dipping of his finger into his yogurt and eating it, dripping on his bare chest. "Whoops."

She laughs at him, "You lose!" and she leans forward to lick it off.

He watches her. "I'd say I won." He grins.

His comment flies over her head like a 747. She licks the yogurt off and leans back, seeing his chest is wet, she brushes the spot with her hand. She leans back against the wall and finishes her yogurt, careful not to slop any. She was quite good at this, she always beat Ellie at this game.

He contemplates spilling some more, just to have her lick him again. He goes back to the spoon, 'accidentally' dropping a bit more on his chest and chin again.

She notices his movement and it clicks, he was teasing her! She laughs as she leans forward, on her hands and knees to lick it off.

He grins. "I'm a messy eater."

She just smiles up at him, "Indeed." She notices her coffee mug on the table next to him and leans against him as she reaches for the mug. She grabs it and moves back to her position of leaning against the wall. She looks at him with curiosity as she sips her coffee.

He adjusts himself, putting his yogurt down and getting his own coffee. "Is the coffee acceptable?" He takes a chance to run an eye down her body.

"Indeed." She watches him watch her and wonders aloud, "What's next?"

He smiles. "Well we could blow off class." He grins. "But I thought we'd get dressed, I'd drive you to your dorm and we'd go to class."

She considers his comment; Dad would kill her if she missed a class. Plus, he'd want to know why she did. "Okay, I gotta go to class." She hesitates a minute, biting her lip. So, is this it for them? "I-had-alotta-fun." she rushes out, all in one breath.

He turns, pulling her closer to him. "I have to go to class too. I have a special seminar I don't want to miss." He uses his thumb to pull her lip free. "I did too. There's another kegger on Friday."

She is both delighted and tormented by his comment, he doesn't want to see her to Friday? A whole four days away. "Can I come?"

He leans in to kiss her lightly. "If I play my cards right you will. After the party."

She stares at him blankly, as she is quite naive. Innuendo is as unfamiliar to her as sex.

He kisses her. "You're coming. And staying the night again." He tells her.

"I'd like that." She takes another sip of her coffee, "I had better go, I need to take a shower before class."

"I would too." He nods. "We both need to get dressed then." He grins, he doesn't really want to move from her. He glances at her again. "Your things are on the sofa. I picked them up earlier."

She glances down at herself, suddenly aware of her nakedness. She blushes a bit, she really didn't want to get dressed in front of him. "Okay, do you mind?" And she twirls her fingers, indicating she'd like him to not watch her.

He smiles, amused that she's blushing. "I'll be over there getting dressed." He points across the room. He kisses her again, standing and taking his coffee across the room.

She watches his butt as he leaves her. She makes sure he isn't peeking, and quickly throws on her clothing. Years of skinny dipping in the farm's pond had make her a quick change artist. She's ready to go before he even has his pants on. She is fascinated as she watches him pull on his jeans - no underwear. She wonders if the zipper doesn't hurt, then blushes even deeper. She quickly finishes his coffee, watching him pull on his shirt and shrug on his sneakers. She glances at herself in a mirror, God! Bed head! She looks about for a hairbrush as she didn't bring her purse with her.

He turns around, watching her. She's dressed. "Need anything?"

She reaches up and tries to comb her tangles with her fingers. "Hairbrush?"

He grins. "I think the 'I just slept with Big Doug' is a good look for you." He hands her the hairbrush off his dresser anyway.

She accepts his hairbrush with a smile, then frowns a bit at it. Seems like there are very long blonde hairs in the bristles. She pulls them out and contemplates him, "Big Doug?"

He nods. She's not going to be as accepting as other girls are. "I need to use it when you finish."

She nods as she stares at him, seems as though she has some competition. She just smiles, no one beats a Bartlet.

He watches her brush her hair, crossing the room to stand closer to her. "You need to wear a t-shirt today." He glances at the marks on her collarbone.

She keeps tugging at the snarls, "Why is that?"

He leans close, kissing her over one of the marks. "You want to show this off?" He smiles. That's really sexy.

She glances down and sees what he had done. "Shit!" How is she going to hide that from her father?

He frowns. "Never had that reaction." He kisses her again.

She just looks at him, exasperated at his attitude. "I don't like to be branded."

He frowns. "You look good though." He tries to grin at her. "You can wear a t-shirt and nothing will show." He gives his pitiful face. "I'm sorry."

She watches as his face changes to match his words. She gives him a brittle smile as she ponders her wardrobe, she has enough clothing to hide it. She silently forgives him, and grins. He is cute when he does his puppy dog face. "No problem. So, this Friday?"

He smiles. She forgave him. "This Friday. Hang on." He crosses the room, digging through his closet and extracting a fraternity party shirt. "You can wear this to your dorm, if you're worried." He walks back to her and rubs the marks along her collarbone.

"Thanks, Doug." She takes the rumpled shirt with her fingertips. It's rather grungy looking and smells a bit off. But she can't risk taking a chance on running into her father. But he'll wonder where she got the shirt. She decides to wear it inside out, Dad probably wouldn't notice that. He'd be intent on how to best harass his new students. She couldn't remember exactly what he was teaching, something to grad students. "Er, I'll wash it for you."

He grins. "It's mostly clean. I only wore it once." He looks around, shoving things into his backpack. "You ready?"

"Sure." The thought suddenly occurs to her, she doesn't know his full name. "Doug?"

He's got everything. He's got his keys in hand, he glances at her. "Yes Lizzie?" He's got the door open for her.

"What's your name?"

He blinks, did he forget that? "Douglas Westin." He winces. He hates the name Douglas.

She gives him a brilliant smile, "Douglas Westin." She squints a bit, looking him up and down, "No, you're not a Douglas. I'll call you Doug."

He grins. "Good because I don't like Douglas." He pulls her against him. "You're a Lizzie."

She leans into him, she likes being in his arms, "I prefer Elizabeth. But you...." She gives him a dramatic pause, "You may call me Lizzie." She mutters under her breath, "Just don't call me Lizzard."

He kisses her again. "Lizzard? That's so juvenile." He frowns.

"That's what my friends in High School called me." She kisses him back, "But now I'm all grown up, aren't' I? And here at UNH."

He smiles. "They were just children." He starts pulling her out the door, not locking it behind them. "Yes, you are." His fingers intertwine with hers.

She likes that he kept her hand. She glances down at their hands together, and notices the time on her watch. "Shit! I'm going to be late."

He pulls her a little fast down the stairs and towards his car. "What time's your class?" He unlocks the door for her and leans against her, pinning her to the car for a quick kiss.

"Half an hour." she murmurs into his lips.

"Campus is five minutes. You've got time." He breaks the kiss, opening her door. "And I drive fast."

She grins at him, "Indeed" She was terrified at the way he drives. She allows him to hand her into the car, no one has done that for her! She wonders if she can take a quick shower and catch Mal before class. Thank God she has a phone card she bought with her babysitting money.

He shuts the door, quickly crossing to his side. "Let's go then." He cranks up the car. "The Popper will protect you." He grins.

She grins back. This summer is going to be the best one ever!

He's rapidly at her dorm, leaning across her to open her door. "I'll pick you up on Friday at 6:30 for sure, but we'll try and have lunch?" He kisses her as his arm lays across her chest.

She looks over at him out of the corner of her eyes, "I'm not waiting for you this time."

He grins. "I might be a tad late. I have a meeting with my professor at 5. I've heard he's longwinded."

She has an inkling that this could be bad, really bad. "Oh?" She tries to be casual about this.

"Just wanted his opinion on a paper. Nothing big." He leans close to her, unbuckling her and resting his hand on her stomach. "I'll try and get out of there early."

His touch sears her, but she needs to know, "Five on a Friday? What's with this guy? Doesn't he want to get home?"

"I'm hoping he will." He's quiet as he kisses her.

She kisses him back, as her mind races ahead. Dad wanted to leave before 6 on Friday, Dad would just know not to schedule a one hour meeting, hell it takes Dad an hour just to warm up. Can't be him. She needed to figure out how to get her Dad to let her stay, but she wasn't worried. Daddy was a push-over, Mom would be the problem. But, Mom isn't here.

He leans against her, he doesn't want to break off kissing her. "I'll be on time I hope."

"Well, I'll wait for you." And she loses herself in his kiss.

He finally breaks off, he knows where they are. "Good. And pack a bag for the weekend." He grins.

She smiles back, she really needs to get going. No time now to call Mal. "No markings?" as she touches the tender spot.

He checks, stroking her cheek softly. "Just your lips." He smiles as she gets out of the car.

"Good." She turns and carefully closes the door, then leans over to touch him once more. " I really gotta run." Though its quite apparent that she really doesn't want to.

Doug nods. "I've got class in 15 and I want to meet this new professor." He grins at her. "Until Friday."

She steps back from the car, "Okay, Doug Westin. I'm glad I met ya."

"Lizzie Bee. I'm glad I met you." And with that, he's off, trying to find a good parking spot and then head off to his class with Dr. Bartlet.

She watches him drive off. Lizzie Bee, she likes the sound of that. She glances at her watch, "SHIT!" and takes off running to her room.

Sunday, June 8, 1986 - Liz & Doug - Friends & Family

Doug waited for his girlfriend. She had brought her best friend to visit the past weekend, a situation he had solved by passing her off to Tony, who told him that she had a "real good" time. Lizzie had just returned from dinner with her family and her little friend, Lori or something, a dinner he wasn't invited to. He considered being upset about that, but really, it would have meant she was far more serious about the relationship. Besides, a guy needed some time to himself, to be with his buds. But then his buddies couldn't do the things she did for him.

She had called to be picked up to come stay with him, so he was sitting in the lobby of her dorm after asking for "Lizzie Bee." He checked his watch, it was getting late and he wanted to play pool with Tony when they got back, she could watch.

Liz was in her room, getting her things out for tomorrow morning. She had been staying overnight with Doug but felt uncomfortable showering there, even if he promised to guard the door for her. She would fly back to her room, shower and throw her clothes on, running to her class with wet hair. She heard her door open and saw the Resident Assistant, "Would you happen to be the Lizzie Bee who has Doug Westin waiting downstairs?" Liz nodded, blushing - "It's what he calls me, instead of Bartlet."

She wasn't a good liar and the RA was assessing her, looking her up and down, "It's not my job to keep an eye on you, but watch out for this guy. He's a player. Does he know how old you are?" Liz blushed even more and nodded, then scooted past her and down the stairs, two at a time, to avoid the lecture.

Doug tapped his foot waiting for Lizzie. She kept insisting that she couldn't shower at the house so he was stuck driving back and forth for her. He hears a clatter in the stairwell looking up and grinning at his girlfriend. "About time."

She frowns a bit, usually he was the one to keep her waiting. "Sorry, Dad insisted we wait till Mal got on the plane and then till it got in the air." She didn't tell him that they had to get there early as poor old Mal was flying on a unaccompanied minor's ticket, mortified to be checked in and walked to her seat by a flight attendant. Really! She was 15, almost 16, she didn't need that, the airlines didn't require it, but their stupid parents insisted. Adults treated them both like children.

He had then lectured her the whole time on one's obligations to see to one's friends safely off - and then moved on to driving safely as she drove them back to campus, and ended up with a lecture on how the hospitality industry is driven by the price of oil. Thank God he wanted to stop at his office and pick up some papers to grade, she took off running back to the dorm, calling over her shoulder that he didn't need to safely walk her to her dorm.

Honestly, didn't he realize she was 16 years and 4 months old!

"How was your father?" He's a little curious about Mr. Bee, Lizzie never talks about him or her mother. He takes her bag from her. "Did your friend have a nice time?" Mallory, not Lori, that's it. He had tried to be nice to her little friend, picking her up at the airport, opening her door for her, letting her ride in the Popper with the top down. He had even tried to compliment her. But she had been nothing but cold to him, even making Lizzie leave in the middle of the night. He'd have to chat with Tony about that.

"Dad's a windbag - he'd bore you to death." She waived at her friend Meg - Meg would sign her back in before curfew, though she wondered if the RA was on to their scheme. Well, probably not, she would have said something during the lecture.

She let him open the door for her. As they walked to the Popper, she contemplated Mal. Mal had been happy to see her when she arrived and at Doug's ball game. But they didn't see much of each other Friday night as Liz and Doug made a quick exit from the party and she seemed unhappy the rest of the weekend. She seemed relieved to get off campus. Maybe Liz should have spent more time with her. She'd call her tomorrow, to see what happened.

"I have a professor like that." He grins, taking the chance to scope the girl Lizzie was waving to. He pulls open her car door. "So she had fun with Tony? He said he showed her a nice time." Doug circles around the car, climbing in and starting up.

"Do you want to grab dinner on our way back?"

She laughed, she had eaten with her Dad and Mal at the airport. "I'm hungry, but not for food." She now understood what innuendo was all about.

He reaches over and squeezes her thigh. "I'll make sure that's satisfied." He pulls into the drive through anyway, ordering himself dinner and an order of fries for her. He glances at her. "Anything else?"

She leans over him, to look at the board, leaning on his shoulder, her hand snaking down to his thigh - "Um, a cherry milkshake, tell him I want it thick and creamy." She accentuated her remark by drawing his hand over his crotch. She loves to tease him in public.

She moves away from, leaning back in her seat while thinking a bit more about Mal and Tony - Mal was awfully quiet when she came to Doug's room, insisting that she and Liz go back to Liz's dorm to sleep, even though it was almost Saturday morning.

He grins at her, she's learned a lot in the past week, and orders. "An extra thick cherry milkshake. And a extra thick vanilla milkshake." He watches her. "Your friend was," he pauses, looking for a nice word. "Tony said he had a nice time."

Liz frowns, "Mal didn't say much of anything. She didn't seem to have fun at the park Saturday." She takes the milkshake from him and takes off the top, dipping her finger in to test the thickness. She nods, they got it right this time. And she absently licks her finger as she turns to look at him, "Did she sleep with Tony Saturday night?" She didn't think Mal would have, but you never knew. She hadn't planned to sleep with Doug their first time together.

He shrugs, paying for their food and handing her his milkshake to hold. "Her loss. Lizzie, you need friends that like to have fun." He catches her sucking on her finger, and grinned, she certainly loves to suck. "Tony didn't say. He would have if she wanted it."

Liz frowned, Mal was fun. "I don't know, she usually isn't like that. Maybe her Dad is drinking again." Mal usually got in a funk when Mr. McGarry was on a bender. That must be it, "She doesn't like it when people drink and everyone was drinking all weekend." She shrugged, "Her Dad is a drunk." That would explain Mal's mood. Drinking in High School was a quick and hidden affair, not like here, where everyone carried their booze about openly.

Doug pauses. "Oh. I didn't know that." He changes the subject. "You should have stayed with me Saturday night."

"Mal wanted to go back to the dorm."

He nods. "You guys should have stayed, it was almost morning anyway."

Liz shrugged, "We had to get up early for Mass." Doug hadn't spent the day with her, she would never subject him to her parents - nor did she want them to know she was dating an older guy.

"Dad picked us up, then I drove to the farm to pick up Mom, the Worm and Squirt." Amazingly, both her mother and father were together for the weekend - probably only because they knew Mal would tell Mr. McGarry about the weekend. "Then we went to Mass and then went back to the farm for lunch. Mal and I hung out in my room, you know, girl talk." Actually they hadn't talked at all, Mal just flipped through Liz's old magazines, not responding to any attempts by Liz to converse. Nor did she want to go riding or swimming. She just sat there like a lump. Maybe she was jealous of Doug? " Then we drove her to the airport, and Dad dropped me off here. I drove three hours today."


She had done all the driving - to the farm, church, the farm, the airport, back here - three hours of driving! 25 more to go. But she couldn't tell Doug that, he didn't know she didn't have her license, she just told him she wouldn't feel comfortable driving such an expensive car - though she did like driving Dad's Mercedes.


"The Worm and Squirt?" He thinks those are her sisters. "I'm glad you had a good time then. But you can make it up now." He pulls into the house driveway shutting off the car. "You know you can drive Popper anytime." He grins at her. Most girls jump at the chance.

He opens his door, climbing out with the food in his hands.

She opens the door and gets out, "I'm afraid I'd wreck it." As she runs her hands over the seat, she would love to drive it - but with her luck, she'd get caught by a cop or something. She takes a slurp of her milkshake and follows him.

"I wanted to stay, I like staying with you. But Mal wanted to get back, she said it wasn't right for under.... " Shit, she almost said underage. "um, said that wrong. Under the rules, it wasn't right for us to sleep here." She looked back at the car - "Aren't you going to put the top up?"

"You wouldn't wreck it, you drive all the time." She didn't have a car here, her parent's probably couldn't afford a car, being farmers. Too bad, then she could drive herself back and forth to the Frat House. He grins at her. "Well, rules are made to be broken." He pauses. "Shit. Hang on Lizzie." He puts the food on the hood and pulls up the top. He picks back up the food and crosses back to her. "Let's go eat." He grins as he opens the door for her.

She follows him into the building. The guys no longer hoot when she follows Doug up the stairs, but she catches their envious looks.

He grins at the guys. It's been mentioned in Chapter that he's got one hot chick. He gets a glance from Tony. "Hey Tony, what's up?" He grins as they pass into his bedroom.

Tony is looking at Liz oddly, then asks a puzzling question, "Do you and Mal go to school together?" Liz frowns, "No, she lives in Washington." And he gives her a knowing look. What the hell was that about?

Doug pulls Liz into his room. "What's up with you and Mal? I thought she was your best friend." He's spreading out food as he talks.

 Liz frowns, why the sudden interest in Mal? "She is, we just don't see each other a lot." She bites her lip, "Her Dad's a drunk, and her Mom isn't around much."

He nods. "So how did you meet her?"

"My Dad and her Dad are best friends. I've know her since she was born." She eats some of her fries, and feeds him one, "We talk on the phone all the time, and write, and she usually spends summers with me on the farm."

He raises an eyebrow as he eats the fry she feeds him. "You've never told me about your farm. Tell me about it." He eats his chicken sandwich.

"Not much to tell, it's a farm. It's been in the family forever, though we rent out the fields. There's a pond and a stream and a barn and the house. Worm and I have horses, and Squirt has a pony."

"Where is it?" He's still trying to get to know his girlfriend.

"In the middle of nowhere." She looks at him, "Didn't you say you live on a farm? So, you know what a farm is like, nothing special."

"It's not a real farm. Just the big house outside of Manchester." He steals a fry off her plate.

"Manchester?" She thinks a bit - Doug Westin - and a light bulb goes on "You're not a 'Westin Family Farms' Westin are you?" The Westin Farms were a huge estate, on the other side of Manchester from her family's farm.

He nods. "That's us."

*Gulp* "The Westin Trust?"

He nods, a little slower. "Yeah, that's Mom's thing."

*Shit* He's gotta be loaded if he's one of them. "Your mom isn't Ann Westin is she?" He nods. *Shit* "President of the DAR?" Abbey was a member, not that she did much in the organization, but she had dragged Liz to the Annual Mother-Daughter Spring Tea, where Liz had met Ann Westin.

He smiles at her, oblivious to her discomfort. "Mom loves the DAR.

"My Mom's a member, she wants me to join."

He nods. "You should."

She shrugs, she's not old enough. You have to be eighteen to join. "You're not into all that history stuff, are you?"

"Not really."

"Well, some it can be interesting - one of my ancestors was a Pirate, Thomas Broome Weathergill." She grins at him, "Wanna shiver me timbers?"

He puts down his milkshake. "I'd love to drop anchor in your lagoon." He laughs.

"That's quite a cutlass ye got thar, what ye need is a good scabbard!" in an appropriate pirate voice, waiving a fry at his crotch.

He pulls her closer, closing the gap on the sofa. "You've got the finest pirate booty I've ever laid eyes on." He kisses her neck, dinner forgotten.

She giggles, Innuendo Can Be Fun. She reaches down and rubs his thigh, "Come show me how ye bury yer treasure, lad!"

He laughs and thanks the Gods that he saw her outside the dorm first, " I've sailed the seven seas, and you're the sleekest schooner I've ever sighted." And he meant every word of that, she's the best he's ever had.

Pirate sex is fun, she'd have to remember that. He's her plunderer she thinks, as she moves her hand further up, "Is that a belayin' pin in yer britches, or are ye ... " She doesn't finish as he cuts her off with a deep kiss but she begins to stroke him through his jeans.

He breaks off the kiss. He decides to ask her something he's been wondering. He knows he was the first to screw her, but maybe there had been others as there are other ways, "Have ya ever met another man with a real yardarm, like mine?"

She sees him looking into her eyes, she's confused by the question, he seems to be asking her something seriously, under the jest but she isn't sure what that might be, "Come show me how ye bury yer treasure, lad!" She feels him swell in her hands.

He smiles as he sees her confusion, nah, he was the first in everything. "Avast, me proud beauty! Wanna know why my Roger is so Jolly?" And he unties her halter top.

He hardens under her touch, "Let's get together and haul some keel."

He wants to keel her hull, but he'd rather have her go down on him first, he takes her milkshake, "You're drinking a Salty Dog?" and puts it down "How'd you like to try the real thing?"

She unzips him, she likes his salty taste, "Well blow me down?"

"God, Yes." And he lifts his hips, so she can ease down his jeans, "That is a hornpipe in my pocket and I am happy to see you."

The pants are off, and she taps his head, watching it jerk. She is fascinated by the things she can make it do, "So, tell me, why do they call ye, Cap'n Feathersword?"

Doug moans, most girls didn't like to suck cock, but she seems to love it. She is the best cocksucker he's had. "They don't call me Long John because I'm so tall." She goes down on him and he moans, God she's good.

She loves doing this to him, it put her in control, all she had to do was change the pace, the position, use her fingernails and he was putty in her hand. The other way, when he fucked her, he was in control. She liked that a lot, but here, when they did this, he bent to her will. All she had to do was withdraw, to wipe her mouth, and he was begging her for more. She liked that - when he begged - alot.

She was so good, but he didn't think he could hold back, and he wanted her to come with him, "Pardon me, but would ya mind if fired me cannon through your porthole?"

She couldn't speak, as her mouth was quite full, she seemed to want to keep going, but he wanted her beneath him. So he pulled back, and raised her chin, so she'd look at him,

She liked the pirate thing, so in his gruffest voice, "You. Pants Off. Now! Prepare to be boarded!"

She giggled as she stood and peeled off her jeans, "Watch it, I've crushed seventeen men's skulls between me thighs!"

He pushed her towards the bed, pulling off his shirt. He watched as she laid down, sprawling out, opening the condom package. For being innocent, she was a quick learner, she could now put one on him, just using her mouth. But today she was to impatient, she slid it on in one quick motion, pulling him down on top of her. She didn't want any foreplay, his little buccaneer, and he entered her, whispering " RAMMING SPEED!"