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hand.  He got a squeeze back, which was more than the fish got.
     
    Still, Kim had always been demonstrative.
     
    * * *
     
    When he got the condom on, he started to kiss her breasts again.  He intended to get her excited all over again before attempting entry.  She, however, broke them apart to kiss him deeply.  Then she lay back with her legs spread apart.  While he wondered whether that meant what it seemed to mean, she reached over to gasp him. 
 
    "Now, John," she said "now!"
 
    "Kimberly, darling Kimberly," he said, climbing between her legs.  She placed him at the spot and pulled.  He pressed forward, but it didn't go in.  He pressed harder.
 
    "Do it," she said and clawed his bottom with her other hand.  Suddenly, he passed whatever block there had been.  Even through the rubber, he felt her heat.  She was incredibly there, all around him.
 
    When he was fully in her, pressed against her mound, he stopped.  "Are you all right?" he asked.  She didn't look all right.  Inches from his face, hers was screwed up in a grimace.
 
    "Go, on," she'd said.  And he did.  The first withdrawal produced friction sweeter than any he had ever given himself, sweeter even than her hands had given him. 
     
    Then he pushed forward again, pushed through slippery tightness, pushed into his love.  Soon he sped up; the tension driving him in and out at an ever faster pace.  Then he thrust into her harder than even the first stroke.  He erupted into her warmth, and shot and shot.
 
    "Oh, darling," he said minutes later.  He gathered enough energy to kiss her and withdraw.  He fell onto his back beside her.  His eyes turned to the center of his sensation.
     
    His cock was naked, except for his juices and a ring of rubber around the base.  "Oh, Kim!" he said.
 
    She obviously was looking at the same place.  "Next time," she said, "I take care of the precautions."
 
    His head was a mishmash of contradictory emotions.  He'd done it; he'd goofed; he felt wonderfully drained; he felt awfully guilty; he loved her; she'd said "next time"!
     
    * * *
     
     
    The fish spat out an egg towards the nest.  He squeezed Kim's hand again.  The buzzer sounded; somebody was at the door.  While he went to answer it, Des dived for her shoes.  Justin was downstairs, and his father was in the car.
     
    "It's Justin," he called.  "Shall I ask him up to watch your fish?"  The kids would be late; Justin's father would have to park the car, not so easy in this neighborhood.  Still this was an event.
     
    - = -
     
    "Daddy!"  How could her dad think she'd invite a boy up to
watch her fish having sex.  She'd long ago learned that her parents were clueless, but that clueless?
     
    "Breakfast!" said her mom.  Food was her first priority.
 
    "Skip it."  They would be late.
     
    "I'll make you a sandwich." She'd take it.  It was faster than arguing.  Actually, she knew, she'd eat it.  Her mom gave her two meatloaf sandwiches as she got to the door.  They were in a freezer bag, and they were cut in halves.  Her mom would cut sandwiches if the house was on fire.  Still, it would make sharing with Justin easier.
     
    "Thanks, mom," she said.  "Can you put Mike back in her tank?  Bye, dad."
     
    "Love you," they both called as she ran down the stairs.
     
    - = -
     
    John listened carefully until he heard the door at the foot of
the stairs click.  Then he closed and locked the apartment door. 
     
    "And I love you, too."  He kissed Kim deeply, exploring the
familiar mouth with his tongue.  He pulled her against him by that lovely bottom .  Then, for good measure, he moved his hands up her sides to her breasts.
     
    "Got to move the fish," said Kim after pulling away.  "And
then I have to shower.  Des will be gone for hours, we can take our time."
     
    "I don't mind taking our time.  I just want to kiss my wife." He did again.  Kim, despite her words, cooperated in the kiss.  This time her hands were