A Very Special Night

Erica opened her eyes into pitch black darkness. After a moment she remembered where she was and all that had happened the previous day.

"Erica." Alik's voice was barely a whisper, and she felt his breath warm against her ear. He helped her up and took her hand and led her through the crowded auditorium, guided by the beam of the tiny flashlight he held.

Carrying the blankets with them, they entered a hallway in which there were a series of doors. Alik tried each door until he found one that was unlocked, and they quietly slipped inside.

They lay the blankets on the floor and lay down upon them. Erica felt Alik's hands all over her body, his mouth upon hers, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth, which she readily granted.

Her hands moved to touch his hair, to run her fingers through it, and his hands continued to explore her body. She felt him tugging at her shirt and helped him remove it. Then his hands were on her breasts, and she felt her nipples harden through the material of her bra. She began to moan as she felt Yuri's hands move behind her to unfasten the bra; he pulled the straps down her shoulders and slipped it off. First his hands, then his mouth, began to touch her nipples, gently suckling them in turn. Her moans became louder, and she began to feel an aching desire between her legs.

Alik tugged at her jeans, and she helped him to pull them over her legs and then off. Suddenly his fingers were there, touching her through the material of her panties, which by now were extremely damp. He stopped just long enough to hurriedly remove his own shirt and pants, then resumed.

Gently he took her hand and led it to the bulge in his underpants, where she gasped as she felt the evidence of his arousal. His fingers tugged at the elastic of her panties; quickly they were shed, as was his underwear. He groaned as her hand softly traveled the length of his hardness, leaving not an inch of his skin untouched.

From the sounds he was making, she could tell that he was definitely ready, more than ready. She lay back on the blanket, and he lay on top of her, positioning himself between her legs and beginning to enter her slowly, bit by bit.

He met with resistance and pushed through it; she cried out.

"I am sorry," he whispered. "I did not know."

"That's all right," she whispered back. "I should have told you."

He was still for a minute, then began to move again, more slowly than before. She groaned impatiently and pushed forward until he was all the way inside her. He grunted with surprise and delight and picked up the pace. Within seconds he was over the edge, only partially successful at restraining his cries of release. Erica froze, listening for the sound of approaching footsteps; to her immense relief, she heard none.

Alik rolled off her and then clasped her tightly to himself.

"I love you, Erica," he whispered.

"I love you too, Alik," she whispered back.

"It is funny." Alik chuckled softly. "I came to the U.S. to make war, and found love instead."

Erica mumbled agreement.

"You are a wonderful girl, Erica," said Alik. "I am so happy I met you."

"We'd better hurry up and get back," Erica whispered. Quickly they dressed, grabbed the blanket, and made their way back to the auditorium, where they lay back down and attempted to go back to sleep. Thoughts ran madly through Erica's head; it was a long time after she began to hear Alik's gentle snoring that she finally went to sleep herself.

Light hit Erica's eyes as she felt someone gently shaking her awake.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" She turned to look into Alik's grinning face. "Breakfast time!"

"Oh, yeah." She yawned mightily.

"Are you all right, Erica?" Alik's voice was full of concern.

"Uh...yeah, I guess so." Memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. "Are you all right, Alik?"

"I am fine." His smile was radiant. "Erica? Thank you for last night."

"That's all right, Alik. I wanted it just as badly as you did."

"It was very special." Alik gently touched her chin. "Your first time."

"Yeah." Suddenly Erica was very embarrassed. "Let's go get some food, OK?"