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"For you! For you, Conner!"

"Oh Emma, Emma! I know! I know, baby!"

I pulled my hand from her and held her shaking body, then pulled her over to an empty seat, pushed her in by the window and slid in after her, putting my arm around

her and holding her close. She was gasping and panting and I turned to shelter her, holding her close.

We didn't say anything. I just held her and held her as the train rose above the streets and up to elevated level. I gave her a kiss on the head and she snuggled back against me, satisfied and sleepy, but I couldn’t keep my hands off her. She just drove me crazy.

In all my life I'd never come across anything like her—sexual, female, transparent, and sensitive to everything. She just gave and gave, and in giving she made a place for me, became a part of me.

I still couldn't keep my hands off her. She had her coat in her lap and I slid my hand under it and found her pussy. I just put my hand on it like it was our treasure, our doorway into another world. I didn’t even have to stroke her or play with her anymore. It was like she was something entirely erotic now, as if she'd left this world and become something magical, a creature made entirely of love and sexual energy. I held my hand over her pussy and felt her throbbing. Maybe it was the train, but I swear, I felt her throbbing or humming with a kind of energy. She put her head against my shoulder and we started ahead with a little jerk.

It was a sunny day and late in the afternoon. The city never looked better. The El rode along and we passed streets and alleys, schools and factories, empty lots and grocery stores, schools and warehouses. We passed by windows of apartments where we could see families inside sitting down to early suppers or kids doing homework or watching TV or—in one case—some kids in a rock band sitting around smoking dope.

They laughed and waved at us and one gave us the finger. There were people climbing stairs or going out shopping, hanging out on the corners or working on cars.

Emma seemed to glow as I held her with my hand between her legs, her head against my chest. She just gazed out the window with a smile on her face, taking it all in, completely relaxed and humming with a wondrous satisfaction, as if all the world was playing out for her now, as if it were all there for her to witness, a constant stream, an unending show, life forever, world without end.

We rode past windows and we rode past rooftops, we rode past walls of brick and concrete and past giant neon signs. People flashed by the window and faces too, all smeared together and I sat with my arm around her and we just glowed. I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was, watching the world being beautiful. She made the world beautiful for me. Everything she saw was beautiful by virtue of her eyes seeing it, and the pleasure I found in her body was like the pleasure waiting out there. It was all connected, and I saw that now. The trip was over.

When the train reached our station I was almost sorry. I could have ridden like that with her forever, I think.

Instead I sat up, looked around and took her hand. "Emma. Come on, precious, let's go. We're here, baby. We're home."

The End

ABOUT ELLIOTT MABEUSE

Dr. Mabeuse is an award-winning author with four books published by
Ellora's

Cave, including
Overcoming Abigail
, nominated for a
Cupid and Psyche

Award
for BDSM from the Romance Studio, and
A Game of Dress-Up
, winner of a

EcataRomance Critic's Choice Award.
He's also published with

Renaissance, eXtasy, and makes his debut w
ith
Harlequin
in May of this year.

Links to his novels may
be found on his webpage at and he maintains an open

Yahoo group. He also publishes extensivel
y

at Literotica.com
where he can oftenbe found hanging around instead of writing.

Write him at [email protected]
. (NOTE: underscore between the 'r' and the

'M') He likes getting mail and does his best to answer.

Of his biography, Dr. Mabeuse says:

"Everyone connects to the world in some way, and I seem to connect throughsex. I'm drawn to the extreme and the extraordinary in all things, and I like toexplore the farther edges of passion and desire in what I write. What interests menow is not so much the things people do, but how they feel about what they do—

male and female dynamics, how we connect to ourselves and each other and tothe world at large. I tend to be intense and my writing shows that, but I reallyvalue my sense of humor above all, and I expect it to sustain me should the firesof sexual passion ever burn out."

If you enjoyed A GOOD STUDENT, you might also enjoy:

THE LOVE DOCTOR AND THE PHANTASM

By Dr. Elliott Mabeuse

In Renaissance Florence, the ripe and lovely Lady Elena Testarosa has beenfelled by a crude enchantment, compelled to offer her body and soul to the evilAntonio Castigliono as his love slave. Her family has one chance, to hire GriegoRobinetti, the mysterious and roguish Love Doctor, to remove the spell. But to dothis Robinetti will have to make her his own slave and set free her female

Phantasm—
the sexual beast that dwells within every woman—taking her toheights of love and depths of depraved debauchery such as no woman has everknown.

Told with charm, wit, aching beauty and incandescent passion, The
Love Doctor

and the Phantasm
is a costume drama of love, magic and sex like nothing you’veever read, told by Elliot Mabeuse, Doctor of Erotica.

Warning: This book contains graphic language, sex and elements of bdsm.