Looking up from your book, you see a Jedi leaning back on a fallen log. Squinting in the sunlight, you recognize Obi-Wan, the young Padawan attending the planetary conference with his master. You had spoken to him briefly yesterday. Immediately you felt a connection to the young Jedi, which grew when he had smiled mischievously when you had said, "I hope we meet again, Obi-Wan." He is smiling that same smile now. Catching his eye, you smile back. Shutting your book, you prop your chin onto your folded hands. Obi-Wan’s eyes penetrate you. He glances down the length of your body. Lifting one foot off the blanket, you rock it back and forth, Only then realizing you are wearing a skirt. It flutters from your ankle. This is not what your mother referred to as a lady-like pose. However, Obi-Wan seems impressed.

Quickly making it to the blanket, he sits down beside your upraised foot. Taking it in his hands, he begins to massage it. Looking over your shoulder, you sigh.

"Good book?" he asks.

"Book?" you reply, then remember your forgotten companion. "Good enough."

His hands slide down from your foot to the back of your knee, and he tickles it. "I can leave if you want to get back to it…" he starts.

"Oh, no. I’d rather enjoy the real thing than read about it."

His hand slides under your skirt, reaching higher and higher until he reaches your butt. Slowly you part your legs and he descends. His strong hand caresses you gently. As his fingers enter you, your elbows give way. Obi-Wan begins to mimic the rhythm of sex. You feel yourself moistening. Just as you start to enjoy yourself to the fullest, he pulls his fingers out.

"What…" you begin to ask as he rolls you over. Slowly unbuttoning your blouse, his moist fingers caress your nipple. Obi-Wan’s free hand begins unfastening your skirt. Lifting you off the ground, he pulls it from you, tossing it haphazardly to the side. Sliding his hand under your back, he pulls you up. Quickly you shake your blouse free.

"We need to get that tunic off of you, my Padawan," you say as you begin to undress him. Hands roaming wildly, he soon appears before you au naturel. You notice how the sun gleams on his tanned skin. His muscles are toned, but not bulky. He spreads his legs around you. His hands wrap around the small of your back as he slides you to him. You wrap your legs around his waist, and you feel his growing cock against your abdomen. You ache for it to be inside you but realize the need for restraint.

Taking a finger, you trace his clean-shaven face. Leaning into his arms, you kiss for the first time. Your lips meld with each other. Feeling his tongue pressuring your lips, you open them. He slides his tongue into your mouth slowly. You twist your tongue around his. His hands slither up your body to your head. Holding you, he intensifies his kiss. Pulling his tongue out, he begins to nibble on your lips.

You arch back, allowing him access to you neck. His hands slide down, kneading your back. His kisses slide from you lips to your chin. Flinging your head back, he takes the opportunity to trace your neck with his rough tongue.

"By the Force, Obi-Wan, did you learn this in the Temple?"

"Many things are taught in the Temple. We learned how to perfect every movement."

"Every movement," you whisper huskily.

"Every," his lips are now on your shoulder… "single," they are now on your breast… "movement," he finishes as he bites your nipple, causing a quiet scream to emerge from you.

With your hand, you reach down between your abdomens and find his pulsing cock. Wrapping your fingers around it, you sheath him and begin to pump him.

"Did they teach that at the University?" he moans.

"Seduction 101," you answer.

He laughs lightly. You love his laugh. It is so pure and true.

Obi-Wan’s hands grab hold of your waist and push you to the ground. He pulls his legs under him and is soon on all fours over top of you. But his skin is not touching your skin. Your eyes look down his body. His cock has grown harder and larger. How on Alderaan is he going to fit that into me? you wonder.

Picking up on your thoughts, he says, "That’s why we need lots of preparation time, my sweet." He crouches back onto his legs, his hands reach up and take your breasts. One in each hand, he begins to manipulate the flesh. His thumbs press your nipples. They grow taut. Lowering his mouth, he takes one nipple and begins to suckle. With his now free hand, Obi-Wan rubs your side, causing a giggle to erupt.

The Padawan slowly begins to migrate from your pink nipple to your stomach. Pausing at your navel, he flicks his tongue. Your hands reach out to his head, and you rub your fingers through his close cropped hair. You gently push him lower until you can feel his warm breath brush over your curled hair. Obi-Wan’s tongue licks your clit, causing you to moan loudly. Separating your lips with his tongue, he traces down to your opening. Leaning into him, you feel his tongue enter you.

Spreading your legs farther apart, he delves into you. His hands rub your inner thighs. For what seems like an eternity and a second at the same time, he plays with you. Gasping and writhing, you feel yourself peaking. Letting out a shout, you lift your head and see his face peeking up at you. His fingers slowly slide into you, his thumb rubbing your clit. Before you can utter a word, he brings you to climax again. Your hand reaches out to the blanket. Taking a corner, you twist it tightly.

As you begin to regain your senses, Obi-Wan positions himself over you. Taking your hands in his, his blue eyes lock with yours. You feel his hardened member against your inner thigh. With one forceful push, he sheaths himself fully into your throbbing core. Riding slowly at first, he soon increases his pace to a frenzied pounding of your very being. His cock rubs against your inner walls, stretching them to their limit.

"Oh, gods!" you cry out as you sense the imminent orgasm. He pushes harder and harder into your core. Suddenly you feel the climax course your entire body. You feel his come and hear his cries of pleasure.

As you both descend from the peak, you squeeze your self around him. His spent cock rests in you. Rolling over, you begin to contract your muscles around him. He grows hard inside you.

"My love," he sighs as he reaches up and brushes your cheek. Soon he is hard inside you. Pulling yourself up, you ride him. As he begins to feel his orgasm, you pull yourself off of him, leaving only his tip in you. Tightening your muscles, you fall down onto him, just covering his head. Barely moving, you squeeze him. Suddenly he comes again.

Sliding off him, you lay in his arms. For several moments Obi-Wan holds you in his strong arms. His ever-watchful eyes begin to survey the clearing. Spotting your discarded book, he Force-calls it to him. Opening the book to where you had left off, he looks into your curious eyes.

"Now, let’s see if the real thing is better than fiction."

As he began to read the passage, you rest your head on his chest, listing to his voice. Yes, you realize, it was better than fiction

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction written in appreciation of Star Wars; to promote the franchise and to keep it alive. All characters and settings original to Star Wars are copyright to Lucasfilm, Ltd. The rest is copyright to the author.