I wrote this for my gentleman friend. Names have been changed for privacy's sake, using names from Peter Pan, because I like it.

"Surprise" I say as I walk into your room. You blink in astonishment.

"...Hi?" You are confused as to why I am in town on a schoolnight, in the middle of the week, no less. I lean down and kiss you softly on the mouth, dropping my bag on the floor by your bed. You moan very softly into the kiss, and you feel a jolt race through us both.

"How're you doing, lovie?"

You reel for a moment. "Better now that you're here...but why...?" Your words halt at the finger on your lips.

"Not yet, darling," I say, and I gracefully sit down next to you, very close, and cup your face in my hands.

You lean down to me, and we kiss again, passionately, leaving us both aroused and short of breath. You feel yourself harden instantly, almost painfully, and you thrust your tongue into my mouth, exploring and caressing as you are often wont to do.

You gather me into your arms and pull me closer, so that I am laying halfway across your lap. You kiss me with increasing heat as you slide your hand under my jacket and cup my breast through my tanktop and bra. It is my turn to moan as you nimbly pull on my shirt, pinching my nipple gently as you release the soft mound from its confines. Your lips trail down my neck, and you nuzzle deep into my cleavage, kissing and licking your way to my nipple. As your lips and tongue enclose the sensitive flesh, my legs fall open a bit. You smile, and slip your hand under my skirt. You feel for the edge of my panties, so as to remove them, and then realize that my smooth vulva is bare and ready for your pleasure. You run your fingertips along the garters that hold up my stockings, smiling, and then inch your hand closer to the heat between my legs. When you are mere centimeters away, you pause, and as I breathe quickly and shallowly, you slip a finger into me. My pussy is hot, almost searingly so, and as you withdraw your finger and lick it for me to see, you taste the sweet-tartness of my nectar.

Suddenly you are surprised to find yourself being pushed to the floor. My hands quickly unzip your brick-red slacks and gently pull them off of you, along with your black underwear. It is your turn to gasp and moan as I take the silky head of your cock into my mouth. I suck gently, running my tongue along the underside as I know you love, and I caress your shaft and your balls with gentle, sure hands.

I turn, swinging my leg over your head, and suddenly you find the flower of my womanhood inches from your mouth. You grasp my hips and suck my clit hard, making me pause in my ministrations to gasp and unconsciously push my hips toward your mouth. I take you in my mouth again, but have to actively try not to accidentally bite you as you thrust your tongue into me as far as it will go. I am now helpless as you lick my sweet pussy, being only capable of moans and whispers of "Oh, yes, Peter, yes." I barely notice as you slide sideways out from under me, keeping a finger on my clit and your thumb on my G-spot.

I moan very loudly as you bury yourself in me with one strong stroke, jolts of sensation running up and down my spine. You grasp my hips, and I push back against you as you thrust into me hard, moaning louder and louder.

"YES, oh YES. Harder." You slam into me, our bodies meeting with a loud smacking noise. You feel yourself about to cum, and by force of hand and will, manage not to. You decide that you want this to last much longer. You quickly remove your clothes and then pull me up to you, undressing me as you go. On a whim, you decide to leave my garter belt and stockings, enjoying the sight of my fat legs and soft hips crossed by the black lace. You lead me over to the bed, and after kissing me gently, push me slowly so that I am laying down, legs spread and bosom heaving.

You stand and look down at me, and as my eyes meet yours, you feel a swell of love along with the lust of the moment. You pick up my legs and set them on your shoulders, and when your gaze is locked in mine, you push into me again. You begin to fuck me, deeply, firmly, but with an agonizing slowness that is beautifully cruel. As you fuck me, your eyes stay locked on mine, and emotions with no words to describe them flow back and forth between us. We need no words, you and I.

With my eyes still firmly fixed on yours, I bring my hand down to my pussy and rub my clit. You can feel my pussy tightening, despite the fact that I have not yet come.

"You like it when I fuck your tight little pussy, don't you? Your sweet little pussy is so hot, and it can take whatever I give it. You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

My eyes glaze over, and as I gasp an assent, your feel my pussy clamp and release repeatedly around you, and I am moaning your name. As I come, you thrust into me harder, forcing me to bite back a scream of pleasure, and near the end of my orgasm, you feel a surge within you.

"I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come in your little pussy. Wendy...Wendy...uuuunnnngggghhh." You spill your seed inside me, thrusting erracticly, and making that noise that I always tell you that I love. "Oohh, Wendy..."

"Peter...my darling, oh, yes..."

Suddenly you sit up. It is dark outside, and your right arm is asleep from laying on it. You groan as you realize that you have a raging hard-on, and that it is still Tuesday, and I am still up at the university.

"Damn it."

You sigh, and think of me, thinking that (no pun intended) Friday could not come soon enough.