sample some short subjects. She smirked and leaned
forward to sift through the pile. "Seen it. . . Seen it. . . Seen
it. . ." She stopped and picked up a different-shaped box.
"Wow! You don't see videotapes much anymore. And I've
never heard of this one. Patchwork Girl of Oz?"
"I told you about that. An old silent movie. Not the
greatest. They haven't issued it digitally yet, it's so obscure."
"Can we see it?"
O.E. narrowed his eyes. "I've got to warn you, it's pretty
boring. If you watch this movie, you better prepare yourself
for a less than superlative experience."
Rebecca's curiosity overruled her arousal. "Play the
movie! Maybe you'll enjoy it more this time."
He flipped his hands out at his sides and shook his
head, as if to say, you'll be sorry. The movie started and after
a few minutes, they both began to shoot each other wide-eyed
looks, giggling nervously. It was a bizarre story about a
woman living in a run-down house, not very Oz-like at all.
"Too bad, O.E. This is definitely not a superlative movie."
"I know. It's sad. But here's a little magic trick that
would make it better." He picked up the remote. "Now you
see it. . ." He waved the remote grandly, and the screen went
blank. "Now you don't."
Oh yes, hocus pocus. Rebecca took a long breath as he
approached her slowly with huge, excited eyes. After days of
longing for each other, they were finally able to act. She
reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
They fell into each other and resumed the kiss that was
so rudely interrupted by dinner. It was wonderful, and she
soon lost herself in his mouth. After a minute, he stopped,
grabbed her, and laid her down on the sofa. They were side
by side, facing each other and kissing some more. Deeply.
Passionately. Tongues entwined and bodies pressed
together, a mystical new world of never-before-seen
wonders.
Rebecca's body tingled in his embrace, hard yet
yielding, burning yet cool. He wrapped around her
perfectly, and she gave herself up to his loving control.
O.E. played with her hair. His hand traced out the curve
of her head, sweeping red locks in every direction. He
caressed her neck, her cheek, and her ear. Rebecca kept one
arm around his back while the other wandered up and
down his body, exploring muscles, flexed and firm. So
much sexuality in one body seemed almost unfair.
His hand meandered around her waist, roamed over her
back, and surveyed her contours. She thrilled with
anticipation from his touch, his warmth.
He gave her a crushing embrace, then let his hand run