Message-ID: <30043asstr$988395003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200104271430.HAA11520@mail19.bigmailbox.com> From: "Deja User" Subject: {ASSM} "Alphabet Game: Licorice"{Dancer}(veg) Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2001 14:10:03 -0400 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: t4425, kelly, gill-bates ------------------------------------------------------------ <1st attachment, "Licorice.txt" begin> SUBJECT LINE: {ASSM}"Alphabet Game: Licorice"{Dancer}(veg) ------- Admonition: This story contains explicit descriptions of people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual activity. PLEASE do not emulate these people since they are fictional characters existing in a fantasy world where sexually transmitted disease and unwanted pregnancy don't happen. You don't live in such a world, so "let's be careful out there." Oh, and minors shouldn't be reading this stuff - if you can't place the quote I just made in the last paragraph, you probably aren't old enough to be flipping through ASS*. Bugger off and watch 'TV Land' instead, so you can bone up for little age-testing quizzes like this! :) Copyright notice: Dancer, the author of this smutty little opus, holds all rights of reproduction. Private copies for personal perusal and archives for NON-commercial distribution are permitted by her. Plea for attention: The only reward ASS* authors can expect is the joy of sharing their creation with the rest of humanity. But wait - how does that author KNOW if people are reading and enjoying his story? Yep; if you like a story posted to alt.sex.stories.*, the fair thing to do is email the author and tell them so. I promise that it'll make YOU feel good to send them kudos, after all, Mark Twain said, "The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer someone else up." As always you may contact me (and my wife Dancer) through my 'legacy' Deja News email account: (Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too! ;) Editor's Note: Here it is - part twelve of Dancer's 'Alphabet Game'; twenty-six hot, little vignettes she whipped out in something like a week or two - Lord Malinov eat your heart out with that semi-annual 'story-a-day' run I remember *way* back in the 20th century! ;) (Is he still around?) And relax - these stories are all self-contained - you don't HAVE to read them in order, or read any of the ones that might squick you... ============= The Alphabet Game (12/26) (veg) Licorice Copyright Dancer 2001 There was a young lady seated on the narrow bench at the bus stop and Chris hesitated. "Is it alright if I sit?" he asked, gesturing to the space beside her. "Sure," she answered and moved her backpack off the bench to the sidewalk. He sat down near her but not too close. A crinkling of cellophane caught his attention. She opened a package of licorice twists, separated one piece and placed it between her lips. Chris dropped his head back and groaned. "Is something wrong?" she asked, concerned. "Nothing a little time can't heal," he replied and crossed his legs to hide the sudden tenting of his pants. She observed Chris' effort to conceal himself and a slight smile played along her lips. She leaned her left side against the back of the bench and Chris glanced down. His eyes zoomed in on her mouth and how she pushed and pulled the licorice passed her lips. He should have looked away but he was totally mesmerized at what she was doing to that candy. In, out. In, out. In, out. The soggy, pinched tip she rubbed over her open mouth, painting her lips a rosy color with the melted candy. She stuck her tongue out as far as possible and curled the lingual muscle along the length of the twist, then stroking the licorice feverishly over the pink flesh. "Mmm, I love red licorice. Do you want a taste?" She held her mouth toy up to Chris' parted lips. Quick as a wink, Chris bit the twist in half and gave the lady a penetrating look. She squeaked at his movement and stared wide-eyed at her now shortened candy, whispering, "I take it that's a 'yes'." She waggled the licorice under his nose. "You shouldn't take candy from strangers, y'know. Didn't your mother ever tell you that?" "Uh-huh," Chris said after swallowing. "But my dad told me never to say no to a lady." Her cheeks pinkened and she lowered her eyes to her lap. Unable to resist, Chris bent his face close to hers and kissed her forehead briefly. "What was that for?" she asked. His mouth curved up in a smile. "Thank you." "For what?" "For giving me a reason not to step in front of a bus today." A hand flew to her mouth as she gasped "You were going to kill yourself?" He nodded. "Why?" "I have nothing to live for." "Ohmygod," she cried and grabbed his hands with hers. "Don't do it!" "Why not?" Chris snorted. "My wife and son died in childbirth an hour ago. They were my love, my reason for living." He shook his head. "A girl like you wouldn't understand." "I understand more than you think." She threw his hands away in disgust. She grabbed her backpack and shoved it in his face. "I've got my brother's .38 in here, loaded and ready to fire. When I got to school today, I was gonna shoot my boyfriend for screwing around on me. It probably sounds trivial to an adult like yourself, but I loved Billy and I was gonna show the little fucker he can't sleep around with Debbi and get away with it." Her face was flushed and her mouth trembled with anger. "Give me the gun." Chris stuck a hand out. "Okay," she conceded, unzipping her knapsack and handing the weapon over. "But promise me you won't shoot yourself." Chris emptied the bullets out of the chamber and they clinked against each other in his palm. He handed the gun back and touched her chin. "I want you to go home and put the gun back where ever your brother keeps it." "What about the ammo?" "I'll ditch it some place safe." She stood up and flung her pack over one shoulder. "Can you meet me here tomorrow? So I know you're still alive." "Yeah, I'll be here." "Good," she replied with a smile and walked away, then turned and called back, "Bring some licorice." Chris' laughter filled the air. End part 12 ============= Editor's Postscript: Poignant. Not much sex - only erotic flirtation...though maybe there's the possibility of some in the unwritten future. :) <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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