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Saturday's Warrior
  1. He's perfect for the part
  2. You're my obsession
  3. A question of morality
  4. Could I really love a man who could do something like this?
  5. A problem and a solution
  6. A favor for a friend
  7. The grace period
  8. Trying to make things right again
  9. The sort of spiritual experience eternal companions should share
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Saturday's Warrior

Thursday afternoon

I stopped in front of the doors to the bathrooms.

"The surprise is here?" asked Walter.

"Not precisely here," I said. "Go into the men's room and wait by the door in the back."

He laughed. "You have the key to the baptismal font?"

"No, I just happened to find it unlocked today on the ladies' side."

"Cool!" he said, "What fun!" and he went into the men's room.

I went into the ladies' room myself and went through the door in the back into the dressing room. I locked the door behind myself and turned on the light. Then I went through the other door to the font, leaving it wedged open so that there would be some light.

I went down the stairs into the font and crossed to the other side and back up and unlocked the door to the men's dressing room and went through it. I then unlocked the door to the men's bathroom and opened it. Walter was waiting right there on the other side.

"This is so sneaky," he said as he came through the door and locked it behind. He put his arm around my waist as we walked towards the font. It seemed like he already had the idea of what I had in mind.

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We walked down the steps hand-in-hand and sat down on the tile floor of the font, leaning our backs against the tiled wall. I put my folded jacket behind my back, but it didn't help much to make the cold, hard tiles any more comfortable.

Walter immediately put one arm around my back and the other hand behind my neck and started kissing me. I put my arms around him as well.

He paused for a moment and said "This is so naughty! We shouldn't even be in here at all! I'm so impressed that you thought of this."

He kissed me again, and then he pulled back and got a mischievous grin on his face. "You know, speaking of naughty, I've heard that some girls can take their bra off without even taking off their shirt. Can you do that?"

"Of course," I said, and I immediately demonstrated.

"Wow," he said, seeming impressed and pleased. "I imagine that since you're wearing a skirt it would be super easy to do the same with your panties."

I laughed. I figured he thought he was cleverly tricking me into something. Still this idea was deliciously erotic that he would know that I was uncovered underneath while still not being able to see anything, so I obliged willingly.

That seemed to excite him, and he started kissing me more passionately than before. I touched his soft hair and caressed his beautiful face. As I ran my fingers along his jawline, the sand-papery feel of it reminded me again that this was an adult man.

He repositioned me so that I was lying on the floor of the font with just my head on my jacket. I could feel the cold tile floor against my butt. He laid down on top of me and started kissing me in this position. Through his pants I could feel his penis hard against my pelvic bone as he started making something of a thrusting motion with it.

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