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FOREWORD: First, let me say I am honored to be invited to participate in this event. I would also like to thank blackrandI1958 for her expert editing skills.
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Her body finally stopped twitching and her breathing was almost back to normal. Never in her life had Lisa felt so loved. The light scent of his cologne filled her senses as she lazily opened her eyes and let them adjust to the flickering candle light that filled room. The corners of her mouth turned up when she saw him looking down on her with that goofy grin.
"You okay?"
"Mhmmmm," she hummed in response, widening her smile. Lisa reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She could still feel his hard cock warmly snuggled within her vaginal walls. "You're still hard as nails, aren't you?"
"Should we stop? We've been at it for quite a while. You want to rest?"
"Bite your tongue, young man. This is a night I'll remember the rest of my life. I'm not stopping till you can't get it up anymore."
Her words were music to his ears. Not three hours earlier, the beautiful young woman lying under him had accepted his proposal of marriage. He was on such a high he felt like he could go on making love to her forever.
"Wait, just let me hold you there," she said pulling him to her breasts. She closed her eyes and moved her head, giving him better access to her neck as he peppered it with tender kisses.
She had no idea she had that kind of capacity to love. With every breath, she devoured his soul. Neither was a virgin when they met, but neither had experienced making love until they found each other. It was euphoria unparalleled in their lives. Every kiss was the twinkling of a star. Every thrust of his manhood was a lightning bolt of passion.
The next morning, Trey awoke with Lisa's head on his chest. When she felt him stir, she gazed into his eyes, "Thank you, Trey. Thank you for the most fantastic night of my life."
A big grin stretched across his face. Nothing made him happier than knowing he made her happy. "Thank you for saying yes, honey. Neither of us will ever forget last night. I wanted to make it special, but you made it extraordinary with that one word."
"You made it pretty extraordinary yourself: dinner, dancing, champagne, this room. Not that I'm complaining mind you, honey, but how can you afford all this. The room alone had to set you back two-hundred dollars or more. Did you win the lottery or something?"
He chuckled. "No, that would be nice though. No, I heard about a soccer team that practiced in Downton Park every Saturday morning. A couple of weeks ago, I went down there with my camera and took a bunch of action shots of them. I did some editing during the week, then last Saturday I went down there again with a flash drive of the shots and my laptop. I sold over four-hundred dollars worth of prints to those guys."
Lisa was amazed at how easily Trey made money with his camera. His life's ambition was to become a successful photographer. She had to smile at how lucky she felt. Her fiancé was tall, good looking, athletic, romantic smart, and had the potential for being a great provider. He knew what he wanted in life and was talented enough to achieve it. Her girlfriends were jealous before--wait till they got back to the campus and she showed them her ring. It was his grandmother's, a family heirloom and extremely precious to her betrothed. Now it was just as precious to her. She loved the way it looked on her finger and knew she would cherish it forever.
Trey reached over and picked his phone up from the nightstand. "Oh shit, honey, we have to get moving. Check out is at eleven o'clock and it's almost ten already."
"Aw, you mean no more nookie?"
He laughed then reached over and playfully tweaked her nipple.
"Oooh," she cooed. "Don't start something you can't finish there, lover." She turned on her side to face him and reached down to feel his cock. "Uh-huh, I thought I saw that tent pole raising the sheet. Are you sure we don't have time...not even for a quickie?"
She was right. He was hard as a rock again. Lisa giggled as his head disappeared under the sheet. "Oh God," she cried with the first sensation of his tongue touching her clit. Lisa threw the sheet on the floor and watched the top of his head slowly moving up and down. She reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair when the first orgasm hit. "Ahhhh," she screamed as her body twisted to the left, then to the right in ecstasy.
They hadn't much time but he wasn't about to stop. He picked up the pace as Lisa cried for mercy. Two more times, her body climaxed before Trey moved into place and aimed his steel like penis for the welcoming moist entrance to his world. Her body shimmered with a sheen of glistening sweat as he held himself in position. He arched his back as he drove inside her. Her body writhed and screams of rapture filled the room as they both came with force.
*****
The following Monday, back at school, Lisa was flashing her ring to the tune of several oohs and ahhs from her girlfriends. Within their social group, it was the general consensus that a more perfect couple than Lisa and Trey just didn't exist. They were both good looking people with personality and a great sense of humor. Even their perspective careers went together like biscuits and gravy.
Trey's ability behind the camera was almost legendary around the school. He constantly received accolades for his photography of their theater department. In addition he was the chief photographer for
The Spectator
the college newspaper. That was how he met Lisa.
She was a journalism major and worked on the paper as a reporter. Her father was an award winning newspaper journalist for nineteen years before being killed in a car accident when she was sixteen. She loved and admired her dad for the integrity with which he did his job. In her eyes he could do no wrong. His death was devastating for many, but at the time Lisa wondered how she could even go on living. It was her mother's pep-talk that gave her courage to stand over her father's casket and make a silent vow to follow in his footsteps and do him proud.
Many times when Trey and Lisa discussed their future, they would talk about combining their talents and producing books and magazine articles together. They had already planned several working vacations where they would document their experiences in words and pictures. Yes, everyone who knew them regarded the couple as a match made in heaven...everyone except for Britney.
The beautiful, blond haired, blue eyed Britney Holcomb was not Lisa's favorite friend. In fact, she didn't regard the spoiled brat as a friend at all, but she was chummy with two girls that Lisa did call friends, so she felt obligated to be nice. She was the only one who said anything derogatory about Lisa's engagement ring.
"It looks old," she remarked. "Where'd he get it, a pawn shop?"
One of the other girls giggled a little but the others shot her a very dirty look.
"I'm just saying," she said, trying to explain away her nasty comment. "I didn't mean it wasn't pretty, but where else would you buy a ring that old?"
"It belonged to Trey's grandmother," Lisa sharply responded. "When she died his mom inherited it. I didn't know it but when Trey went home a couple months ago it was to tell his folks he was going to propose. That's when she gave him the ring." That brought even more oohs and ahhs...and more jealousy from the blond whose blue eyes had just turned green with envy.
Britney had no real interest in Trey. After college she was going to find herself a rich hedge-fund manager and become a trophy wife like her mother. Still, she didn't like the way Lisa had put her in her place. She began to fantasize about stealing Trey away from her. That would put her in HER place, she thought amusedly to herself. The more she thought about it, the more a plan started to form. She easily had the looks to be a model. Models need pictures, right? Hmmm...
The worst thing about Trey and Lisa's relationship was time, they had very little of it together. Both had full academic schedules so when they weren't in class they were studying. What spare time they had left was spent on assignments from the newspaper. A real treat was when they both got to work on the same story but that was a rarity. Of course having so little time together made it all the more special when they were able to steal a couple of hours here and there.
A couple weeks had gone by before Britney was ready to spring the trap on operation Trey. She knew what hall he would be in between two of his classes and laid in wait. She'd missed him the day before but saw his black, wavy hair among the crowd on her second try.
"Oh, Trey, I'm sorry," she said as she purposely bumped into him.
"Hi, Britney; no problem," he replied with a smile.
"Listen, I'm glad I bumped into you though," she joked. "Would you have a moment to talk privately sometime today or tomorrow? I need to ask a favor."
"Ah, yeah, I guess. I'm on my way to my last class for the day. I have to be at the paper by three though. Got any time between one and three?"
"Yeah, how about one-thirty at that little coffee shop on North Avenue?"
"Do we have to go off campus? What about the library?"
"I'd rather keep this between you and me, Trey. I don't want to take a chance on someone overhearing us."
This was starting to sound very mysterious. About a dozen different scenarios ran through his head; everything from a juicy story for the paper to some kind of surprise for Lisa. "Okay, one-thirty at the coffee shop," he responded. "I won't have a lot of time, though."
"I know," she acknowledged. "It won't take long. I'll buy the coffee. See you there," she said with a smile.
Britney was already seated with two large coffees when he walked in. She didn't tell him but she blew off her econ class to meet him. What she had in mind was way more important than one econ class.
He saw the extra coffee waiting for him so he walked over to the table and sat down.
"It's black," she said, motioning to the cup. "I didn't know how you take it."
"Just like this," he replied. "Now, what's this big secret you want to talk about?"
Her eyes glanced around to make sure there was no one within earshot before she lowered her head a little and spoke. "I want to try to make some money by modeling."
Well, with all the things he had spinning around in his head, that was not one of them. "Britney, with all the money your dad has, what do you need with more?"
"That's just it, Trey, it's his money. I've never made a nickel myself. I'm always being told I'm pretty, so I thought maybe I can use my looks to make some of my own. Why, don't you think I'm pretty enough?"
"Of course you're pretty enough, bu..."
