Message-ID: <46089asstr$1073117402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20040103054316.23944.qmail@web21502.mail.yahoo.com> From: =?iso-8859-1?q?Gavin=20S?= Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2004 16:43:16 +1100 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} Clumsy Romance - Chapter 2 (MF, nosex, mast) Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2004 03:10:02 -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: gill-bates, hoisingr Here is the second chapter in this story. Regards, GS http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GS/www/ --------------------------------- Yahoo! Personals - New people, new possibilities. FREE for a limited time! <1st attachment, "clumsy_romance_chap2.txt" begin> Clumsy Romance (MF, mast, rom) by GS Two (MF, nosex, mast) --------------------- I woke up the next afternoon and found to my delight that the bed was as warm and comfortable as it could ever have been. I stretched luxuriously, immersing myself in the unwinding pleasure of it. Sunlight edged around the blind and told me that it was a beautiful day outside, but the slight breeze ruffling the curtains told me to go back to sleep. I fell asleep again. As often happens when one falls asleep during the day, I dreamt vividly. I dreamt that I was in a car and that a woman was driving me home. She had brown hair and thin glasses, and green eyes. My head was leaning against the car window, vibrating with the car, and although my eyes were closed I could still see her. She was expressionless as she watched the road and drove. A ceaseless procession of streetlights played across her body, riding up her taut forearms and playing across her small breasts, before flitting across her face and disappearing. Suddenly, although the car was still speeding along, we were at my little unit. I staggered out and walked through the window like a ghost. I remembered the woman and looked out. She was standing there by the driver-side door, saying something, the dashboard lights giving her an eerie green glow. But oh, she was beautiful. As we both stood there the sexual longings overtook me and I could feel my prick spasming, spontaneously ejaculating. But the orgasm itself was oddly hollow. I awoke and found I had a softening erection, but when I felt the sheets around me found no damp spots. I lay there for several minutes, listening to the radio, which had turned itself on to wake me up hours ago. At last the toilet beckoned me and I obeyed. I walked back to my bedroom and found it a mess of clothing and books. I walked back to the bathroom and took a shower. Halfway through my shower I suddenly remembered something and turned the taps off, flinging open the door and running to the lounge room. I scurried my hands over the coffee table, searching. I raced to the kitchen. I stubbed my toe on the floor and swore profusely. But at that moment I saw the bit of paper, attached to the fridge by a magnetic letter B. It read: Jessica. 8344 7886. I cried at the pain in my toe, but hobbled around in joy nonetheless, naked. Once I had eaten some breakfast I took the phone into the lounge room and stared at it for a while. I picked it up and put it down. I picked it up again and put it down. I stared out the window. I did my washing and tried to chat myself up. I took a piece of paper and wrote down dot points of things that I thought would impress a woman. I picked up the phone and put it down. I went for a ride on my bicycle. In a very determined mood, the first thing I did when I got back was take off my helmet. Then, frightened, I picked up the phone and entered the numbers. It would most likely be the mach... "Hello?" said a reluctant female voice on the phone. "Ahrm, hi!" I said, all too cheerfully. The conversation went downhill from there, but we awkwardly arranged to meet the next day at a cafe. I spent the rest of the day cleaning the house and listening to ABBA and Mozart. I danced. I dressed up very nicely the next day and hung around outside the cafe, posing for an imaginary menswear catalogue. At three minutes past one, I was biting my nails. At five past, I saw her, and I finally resumed breathing. She was wearing a summer dress with flowers on it. She smiled hesitantly, and I thanked the Lord that she looked a bit nervous. We went inside and she ordered a coffee. I don't drink coffee, so I ordered a milkshake, which made her laugh. I nervously discussed the weather and then tried to find out more about her. Did she live alone? She did, but she usually spent a few months of the year at her parent's house. Did she work? Yes, at a superannuation firm. I was a little thrilled at that, but it turned out her company wasn't one of my company's clients. What did she do when she wasn't working? Non-committal. All sorts. Reading, music, going out. Her answers tired me, but I liked looking into her eyes as she spoke. She asked me some questions, to which I gave similarly terrible answers. Eventually we both stared at the table, occasionally glancing around. Mustering all my courage, I told her that I really liked her eyes. I meant to say that they were beautiful, like emeralds, but I just said I liked them. She smiled and thanked me. It was enough. I asked her if maybe she would like to see a movie and she sighed and looked away, so I immediately added an Or, maybe go to the beach some time? I live near the beach. She agreed, perhaps a little half-heartedly, but she agreed. I made a joke that I'd better watch out for her coffee this time and she laughed a little. As we got up, I accidentally knocked over my own glass. It was empty, but I jerked suddenly to catch it and sent it flying across the table past her, to smash upon the ground. It broke into a thousand pieces. By the time I had walked her to her car, twenty minutes later, our mirth had finally reduced to snuffled chortles. I snorted a little and she wiped tears of delight from her eyes, shaking her head. We stood awkwardly for a moment and I stared into her eyes for an extra half a second. I edged in slightly but she glanced at me nervously and ducked into her car. But she smiled warmly and waved as she drove off. When I got home, I took a stroll down to the local high school oval and ran across it. My steps were so light, my bounds so great, that I only touched the ground seven times. Elated, I leapt home in a single stride and went to bed. ------------------ End of Chapter Two gsstories@yahoo.com.au (comments, praise and criticism welcome) <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+