Message-ID: <20929asstr$942239400@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <19991101182646.29994.qmail@hotmail.com> X-Originating-IP: [216.2.89.34] From: "Allison George" Subject: {ASSM} {GALAGO} The Grammar Lesson by Allison George (MF) X-Post-Date: Mon, 01 Nov 1999 10:26:46 PST Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 08:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin NOTICE: This story contains descriptions of sexual activity and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18 even if can design computer fonts. Any comments that the gentle reader has should be directed to me at: allison_george@hotmail.com My lawyer wants me to advise all readers that this story is copyright under 17 USC Section 102. Permission is given to download a single copy of this story for the purpose of reading it off line. Permission is also granted to archive the text in its entirety on any non-profit web site. Any other distribution including posting of this story to a commercial web site without the author's permission is strictly prohibited. The Grammar Lesson (c) 1999 By Allison George - Gee Jenn, you're looking pretty chipper this morning even with the red tide. - God Kate, I felt like a slept for a week; I was worried that I might be late. - It's only 8:30, your first class isn't 'til eleven. You've got plenty of time to eat breakfast and grab a shower. - I know what time it is silly; that wasn't the kind of late I was talking about. It's the big late that I was worried about; you know the lunar twenty-eight stretching to thirty-five and then forty without a spot of pink on my panties. - Oh. - Kate, I sometimes wonder about you. We've been synching monthlies since the middle of our freshman year. Didn't you wonder why the box of tampons lasted longer this month? - It must have been the p-chem midterm that I was studying for. I just thought that you had replaced the box. I guess I wasn't paying attention. - Well the fact was, I didn't need any a couple of weeks ago. I kept thinking give it another day, maybe all the running I've been doing has affected the hormone balance or something. After the first week I started getting concerned. Last Friday I even went to the drug store and bought one of those preg test kits. I was too chicken to pee onto the thing, figuring that denial was the best approach. Anyway, I woke up Sunday feeling the first wave of yuckiness coming on; I was never so relieved to see a drop of the red stuff. - Gee Jenn, you've always been laying into me for doing stupid things. How could you have ever gotten into that position? - Like a dummy, I was on my back and he was on top! - Duh! I know how it happens. I also know how to prevent it from happening, something that you might take some lessons in. - No, it's not that I'm naive or anything like that. It's just that sometimes things happen with unintended consequences. Kind of like the Heisenberg uncertainty principle, you can know where the sperm are but not how fast they're traveling. By the time you know how fast they are swimming, you don't know where they are and it's too late to do anything about it. - Now you're acting like the dumb blonde you always accuse me of being. I'm certainly a bit daffy but I've never missed the big red one. - I guess you really had to be there. - Yeah, I've heard that one before. - No, really, if you had been in my shoes the same thing would have probably happened. - Hah, that's a good one! I know when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em. I probably would have kept my panties on, knees together, and nothing would've happened. Anyway, I'll take a bite out of this apple. Go ahead and tell me; there's time before we have to leave. - It was just over three weeks ago, I went back to Jerry's apartment that evening after the English Lit symposium. We started talking about what we were going to do our essays on. He 's really hung up on Jacobean revenge dramas; I think it's from reading too much Pynchon. You know how engineers can be; they see a writer who knows something about their field and think he's the only one they should ever read. Like Pynchon studied some Chem E at Cornell and they all think he's the greatest. Anyway, Jerry just read the book about the stamp conspiracy and he's now all hot to read John Webster. - Not the yucky Duchess of Malfi? - Kate, I tell you I get worried when these guys start getting turned on by disembowelment and all that other stuff that happens in that play. I think that they must have a misogynist gene amidst all that other chromosomal junk. Anyway, I suggested he take a look at Shakespeare's Sonnet number 20, the one that begins, 'A woman's face with nature's own hand painted hast thou, the master mistress of my passion.' There's so much to mine out of such simple words; but no, he wants to go for bloodstained bedclothes. - Don't you just hate the way these guys are acting right now. Can you believe it, here we are half way through the semester and it's like their hormones have kicked into overdrive. Why just the other day I was sitting in the union cafe having a cup of coffee and this dweeb from my computer class plops right down next to me and tells me that he's been thinking about me for the last two weeks. Really, I said, how nice; what in particular were you thinking about? He tells me that he's wanted to fuck my brains out ever since he got a glimpse of my panties when I was bending over to pick up a diskette that fell on the floor. Well, I told him that the only thrill he was going to get off of me was in a wet dream, using his left hand for leverage! - Ugh!!! You'd thought they all would've settled down after the big Halloween blow out but I guess not. - You really missed the topper the other day in p-chem lab. Joe Jordan walked in nonchalantly with his cock hanging out of his pants. Kathy had this horrified look on her face and when I turned around to see what was up I found myself staring at his droopy prick. Well I didn't miss a beat, asking him if it was the missing electrode for the galvanic cell that I was setting up. I offered to put it in the beaker of sulfuric acid that was next to me on the lab bench. You should've seen the reaction; it started to shrivel before my eyes as he quickly stuffed it back in his pants. I told him that it was a pretty pathetic looking cock and certainly wasn't a candidate for getting me all warm and wet. - Oh my God Kate, that's great! - Yeah, it was pretty funny, but Jenn I'm almost to the point swearing off sex for the rest of the term. I don't care how horny I get, I just can't see bedding with any of these guys if they keep up this shit. It's just not fun anymore; they think that all they have to do is wink and we'll fall down with our legs spread, welcoming them into Kubla Kahn's stately pleasure pit. Well I'm not having any of this! - I sure wish that I had that attitude with Jerry last month. - How so? - Well, I would have saved myself a lot of aggravation over what turned out to be nothing. - So tell me what happened. - Like I said, we ended up back at his place. We spent some time talking about our essays. I don't know how the subject shifted; maybe I was just too tired of hearing about his interest in John Webster. Anyway, I told him I noticed something weird about Word that I discovered earlier in the day. I was working on my paper and had the thing in auto-correct mode. As it corrected some mistakes, it readjusted the space between sentences so that there was only one space rather than two. I've always been double-spacing after complete sentences. - Geez, you didn't have to go over to his place to find that out; I could have told you the same thing. We studied this in the graphic arts class that I took last semester. We had a whole section on print design and how proper spacing is important for appearance. - So I found out that evening, in more ways than one. As it turns out, one of Jerry's hobbies is designing new fonts. - Like he has knowledge of all fonts, or is it he's the font of all knowledge? - Very funny Kate. Anyway, he told me that the double spacing was from the old days when people used typewriters that could only type in fixed pitch fonts. The extra space was to set the sentences more clearly apart since all the letters are the same size. When computers moved to graphical interfaces and laser printers with lots of font options, you didn't need to do this anymore and most everyone moved to fonts other than dear old Courier. - Sounds like a pretty dull conversation to me. How did you end up getting into trouble? - Well it was pretty dull and I was getting ready to go home when he asked if I wanted to see some of his font designs. - Wow, that's really rich! I can see it now. He's on the prowl to get laid and he asks the girl, 'hey, you wanna come up and see some nice fonts?' Give me a break! - Kate, I was already up in his room and figured that I'd just see what he was doing and head on out. I sat down next to him at his computer and he showed me the whole design process. It was actually pretty neat since there's some fairly tricky programming to dither the graphic so that it looks smooth on the screen and printed page. He had just finished this new design called Romance. - I can see how this one's going to end up! - Well, it's no better than your discovery of the physical laws behind the wet spot! - OK, I'll lay off, continue. - He showed me how it's more difficult to design serif-based fonts than sans-serif. The proportional weight of the ornamentation must be kept in balance otherwise the typeface looks funny. Also, attention must be paid to the relationship between all the letters of a given group. Letters that have stems, like p, q, and y, have to be designed together so that the stems are in harmony. Fonts having a calligraphy base are more difficult to design than those that have a uniform line stroke. The variable line widths need to be the same for similar parts of all the letters. - I like a variable stroke myself, but the width really isn't too important as long as it's not too wide to fit in! - OK Kate, I get where your coming from, and I'll get to what's going to come in me and how I come in just a minute if you'll give me some time to finish the story. - All right, but I don't think you need to spend anymore time talking about fonts. I'm starting to see letters dancing before my eyes and they're spelling out 'Kate is pretty dumb!' - This is one of those rare times when you're right! Anyway, I asked him to print me out one of Will's sonnets with the new font so I could see what it looked like. He said to go ahead and key in anything that I wanted. I don't know why, but I picked out 153. You know how that one goes: 'Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep; a maid of Dian's this advantage found, and his love-kindling fire did quick steep in a cold valley-fountain of that ground.. - Ummm, that's one of my favorites. 'which borrowed from this holy fire of love a dateless lively heat still to endure, and grew a seething bath, which yet men prove against strange maladies a sovereign cure;' - Yup, that's it. 'but at my mistress' eye love's brand new fired, the boy for trial needs would touch my breast; I, sick withal, the help of bath desired, and thither hied, a sad distempered guest, but found no cure; the bath for my help lies where Cupid go new fire: my mistress' eye. - That one always gets me warm; I mean seething baths and love-kindling fires really sounds quite yummy don't you think? - Yeah Kate, that's why I ended up getting into trouble. I knew as soon as I saw the first line come up on the screen that this was really the wrong poem to pick. My jeans started feeling a size too small and I began to regret not wearing a bra underneath my sweatshirt; the combination of the words and the soft furry cotton brought a warmth to my boobs. I started to squirm a little as I typed the third quatrain. I had crossed my legs and with each keystroke I started squeezing my thighs together feeling a sweet tight quivering in my cunny. I knew it was a lost cause when Jerry, who had been looking over my shoulder as I keyed, began to rub my shoulders. I finished typing and hit the print button, leaned a little forward to let his hands do their magic on my tired muscles. I didn't even have a chance to read the poem when he leaned over and started kissing the side of my neck. He lifted my ponytail up and lightly started to lick all around the nape of my neck which of course sent tingles all down my back, leaving me open to Cupid's quick arrow. - An arrow whose passage, I'm sure, would be smoothed by the salty wet river now coursing through the tunnel of Jenn's love canal. - Kate, waxing poetic, you really surprise me! Of course I was feeling that magic wet warmth starting to flow freely. Finished with my neck, Jerry started blowing softly in my ear and you know what that does to me. His hands had long left my shoulders and were softly cupping my tits. I don't know who makes these sweatshirts for MIT, but this cotton's not like any other that I' ve ever worn; something in the nap always brings a warm rise to my nips. When Jerry started to pinch them, well it was just too much for me. - Maybe those clever guys in the chemistry department have discovered some new fabric additive! - Whatever! Anyway, I certainly wasn't ready to leave even though the sonnet had finished printing! I got up from the chair and pulled Jerry into my arms, my lips finding his, a kiss so hard that his tongue popped right into my mouth with only the softest suck. Still ensnared in a hot embrace, I reached down, unbuttoning his jeans, searching for his sweet cock. Well, he was as hot as I was, his underpants were soaked, nice warm love juice was oozing from the tip of his cock. I gave it a few nice swift strokes, massaging the warm oil all over his stiff shaft. It wasn't long before our clothes were on the floor and we were in bed intertwined in a passionate embrace. I whispered in his ear that he needed slip on a raincoat because it was that time of month. Not anticipating any action that night, I hadn't brought my diaphragm with me. I heard a murmur of assent followed by some fumbling around in a nightstand drawer beside the bed. The next thing I knew he was on top of me gently parting my legs, placing his covered cock against my sweet slit which was ready to welcome that first swift thrust. He slipped in, smoothly nestling against the V of my being. We found the magic rhythm together; his down stroke met each up thrust of my happy quim. It's nice to find a guy who knows just how to put the right amount of pressure on my love bud. Anyway, I started to push harder against each thrust, entering that plateau of love's sweet climax. I could feel his cock expand and it wasn't too long before his spasms were met with mine as we came together. We lay there for a couple of blissful minutes fully spent. As I felt him withdraw, I heard a '.shit, oh damn it all!' - Oh, oh, I can see where this one's coming to. - Oh, oh is right! I was lying there reveling in the afterglow of a really nice come. He holds up this drippy condom with a split right down the middle! A couple of drops of spunk landed right on my breast and all the pleasantness of the moment quickly evaporated into an ether of unbeing as I contemplated what had just happened. My finger slid easily past those coral lips confirming my worst fears, a honey pot full of mixed juices. I had visions of his sperm already making a mad dash up my tubes, racing one another, looking for that magic egg. - Yikes!! - Well, I figured that there wasn't anything that I could do now. He told me that he's had this box of rubbers for five years and never had one break on him before. Five years! Can you imagine that? He's probably even kept this one in his wallet since he was a teenager! Anyway, I told him that I've been very erratic for the last four months because of all the training for cross-country. For all I know I could be safe. - Jenn, you should have gone to the health center and gotten a morning after pill. It would've taken care of everything. - Well, I did that, but I was still worried. - I bet! - And it also turns out that Jerry entered his font in some kind of design contest and won first prize. His font will be available on most everyone's computers next year when the new software updates are issued. I did get him to sign the printout of the sonnet. Turns out that this is the first document ever printed in the 'Romantic' typeface. I guess it'll be worth something someday. As you can see it has a nice look. - Well, I guess there's at least one funny thing we've learned about white space. - What's that Kate? - That the space after the period is really important. - In what way? - Jenn, don't be so dumb. It's usually about four weeks. If you get filled up with a guy's come at the wrong time and place; it eliminates the need for the next set of periods! - Gee Kate, maybe you've hit on something here! In that case, the white space lasts at least nine months! 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