Lifetime of Courtship

Professor Alan Bradford eyed the proceedings with rising remorse. True, his heart had pounded with anticipation on receiving a personal invitation from Hugh Hefner

Founder of Playboy Enterprises

to attend the Annual Playmate of the Year bash. Intrigued by the offer, the renowned celibate, esteemed more for his formidable genius rather than for amorous escapades, had consented to attend. Unfortunately, neither the infectious atmosphere nor the bevy of bubbly beauties incited the scientist’s interest, and bored, he bid adieu to Hugh.

“You should visit my library,” Hefner suggested.

Accepting the invitation, the insomniac Alan ambled off in search of more cerebral pastures. The library’s location in a different wing of the sprawling mansion isolated it from the boisterous merrymaking. Impressed by its size and orderliness, he browsed the catalogs at the entrance to locate the poetry of John Keats; his second most favorite topic after Particle Physics.

Using the directions on the catalog, the Professor scanned the shelves. When he reached the one marked Keats, an amazing spectacle greeted his eyes. Facing the bookshelf sat a sprawling oak desk on top of which reclined the human Goddess he had for long worshiped.

Alan had been a strapping teen with raging hormones when he stumbled upon his father’s stash of Playboy magazines and discovered the winsome centerfold Kate Carmen, an eighteen year old wholesome beauty with a slender build and auburn hair. The initial crush eventually manifested into a lifetime of obsession for the boy.

He scrawled an endless chain of love letters to Miss. Carmen, all marked to the address of Playboy Inc. She never responded. All his mails to the magazine soliciting her contacts came a cropper. Despondent, Alan plunged himself into a punishing pursuit of academic exaltation to withstand the onslaught of depression. Suppressing his bodily urges under the crumbling remnants of his dreams, he shunned the company of the fairer sex, notwithstanding the fact that his keen mind and striking features found him many female admirers. His mind and heart had space only for Miss. Carmen, and he continued writing to her.

He gleaned magazines for tidbits on Kate. Disbelieving reports of her alleged promiscuity, he greeted news of her disastrous marriage with stoical indifference. Her avowed declarations to never marry again gave him renewed hope. Today, after almost two decades of maniacal fixation, he saw her turned up exactly as the centerfold image that had so captivated his juvenile imagination.

“Good evening, Professor. I’ve been waiting all evening.”

An astonished Alan gaped at the object of his fantasies with wide-eyed wonder, her flawless milky- white nudity dotted only by sling back shoes, black panties and elbow length gloves. Breathing heavily, he devoured her nakedness with his eyes.

He spoke in an almost inaudible whisper. “I wasn’t expecting to meet you, Miss. Carmen.”

Affection lined her alluring features. “I requested Hugh to invite you."

He blushed like a teenager, but his celebrated mind finally deciphered the riddle of Hugh’s invitation. “You received all my letters.”

Her eyes shined with indulgence. “A trunk full of them. I thought it’s high time we meet.”

“I’ve always dreamed of this moment, Miss. Carmen.”

She beckoned him with her finger. “Call me Kate. ”

Eyes gushing with schoolboy admiration, he approached her with hesitant steps. Only the hope of meeting her had brought him to the party. He let out a deep breath. “You’re even lovelier than your pictures.”

Kate sat up cross-legged on the table. His his eyes flickered over her bosom, and her fresh dew fragrance inebriated his senses. She took both his hands and placed them upon her apple-sized breasts. Embarrassed, he tried to release them but her palms clamped them in place. The feel of tender flesh crumpled all his shyness. When she released her hold, his fingers continued to squeeze and fondle her rounded orbs. She unbuttoned his shirt and unfastened his fly. Sliding her hand inside his trousers, she pulled out his throbbing manhood.

Pumping his arousal with her right hand, she entangled her other hand in his hair, pulled his head and kissed him. Guided by primal instinct Alan’s hands meandered over her warm skin, while his tongue intertwined around hers, tasting the sweet flavor of her mouth.

Positioning herself at the edge of the table, Kate raised her legs in the air and peeled off her panties. He stepped out of his trousers while she spread her legs, knees folded in the air. Curling her fingers around his shaft, she wedged the swollen head between her puffed vaginal lips. Sighing, Alan grabbed her lower back and pushed forward, his famous virginity, finally, melting inside her hot hole. Delighted at the culmination of his lifelong dream, he drew her in his embrace and savored the warmth of her womanly curves. The spasmodic convulsions of her soppy folds suffused his mind with ecstasy. A few thrusts within her unyielding softness tipped him over the precipice.

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It didn’t take the eminent scientist much persuasion for Kate to move in with him. Having seen enough men in her lifetime, she, perhaps, discerned in his blue eyes the undying love that is every girl’s dream. It would be the commencement of an enduring courtship.

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