Message-ID: <46640asstr$1076742603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0402131355.69ac887c@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2004 21:55:36 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 13 Feb 2004 13:55:35 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 10/94 by jane Lines: 168 Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 02:10:03 -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: hecate, hoisingr Author: jane Title: Glimpses 010/94 Summary: Tina tells her story to a stranger. Keywords: none Length: 945 words Copyright: c. 2004 *26 October 1996, Saturday* _heres a question for you ... when does night time end and morning start? ... or do they overlap? ... at twelve or two a m or dawn ... for friends engaged in waterbed research the ends and starts of things became unstable, blurred, like time ... fused sometimes together ... peter didnt disappear of course ... nor douglas either ... just observers first ... and then voyeurs ... tumescent ... they shyly touched themselves, while passions mounted on the bed between them ... in the end the women came and sighed and snuggled peacefully together ... doug and peter, past the point of no return, splashed their semen onto thighs and on the sheets and even on their lovers ... chicago ..._ *§* Close to dawn, four panting, dizzy friends collapsed in restless spurts of sleep. A stray caress? A smile? A pleasant dream? What parts were real; what parts were wishes? For sure, they didn't try to make distinctions while they lay in bed together. Doug spooned his body next to Tina's. Mai and Tina faced each other drifting in and out of slumber, fingers still entwined. In Tina's dream, the men had gone to work or packed the clubs in Peter's Saab and headed for the links. It was a lazy, summer kind of dream where lips, a woman's lips, would brush against her cheek or nudge into her cleavage. There was no hurry. They had hours before her husband interrupted, time to slowly stretch, to let their bodies rub together, to make slow paths of fingerprints along a clavicle or vulva. To fall in love, she dreamed. In fact, when Tina finally opened up an eye to flooding daylight, in mild surprise she saw her friend, saw Mai, still naked, sleeping with a hand curled to her breast. _Just Mai. Oh, God, the others!_ "Mai?" She kissed an eyelid. It fluttered open. The smell of frying bacon filled her nostrils. "Tina," sleepily, "What time is it?" She shrugged. "Late, I think. Someone's in your kitchen." "Where is Douglas? Peter?" "My guess is making breakfast." Mai struggled to her feet. "We must hurry if we plan to reach the camp." She turned to hide her nakedness and quickly donned the negligée, and then a terry robe. "We must go quickly, Tina." When they stumbled from the bedroom, the men seemed hesitant, dressed fully, armed with spatulas and whisks. Peter said, it was too late to drive that far. Later, drying dishes, the others sadly voted he was right. Rain drizzled at the windows in agreement. They considered possibilities instead. "Maybe next weekend," Peter offered. "Perhaps not," said Mai. "The move will keep us busy." They found it hard to speak. The courage of the night grew thin by light of day. The morning left them weak, afraid to question what had happened, what it meant, or how the future might unfold. Instead, they played another game of Scrabble, this time with normal rules. They talked about the weather and the news. § "and whats this snälla_tina sposed to mean ..." Words intruded in a message box on Tina's home computer. "Hi, Jane. It's Swedish. I'm a good girl. LOL." _Better that than logging on as "Horny Slut" or "Sexy Babe."_ "good girls dont cum in here to chat," the monitor replied. The name was plain enough to be attractive, a Jane without a cap. "This one does. LOL." Tina's laugh-out-loud was real-time just a smile. "I'm a housewife from Chicago," Tina wrote. "You?" "too smart to work or just too lazy ... northern canada ... wheres hubby now," the jane demanded. "Watching TV. He doesn't know I do this." _Ought to get some sleep. Did we sleep at all last night? Crazy? Every time I shut my eyes I see her._ "what he doesnt know wont hurt him ... lol ... you cum here often?" "Too much. LOL. How are you tonight?" "truth is ... im very horny ... you ..." "Blush. Very much the same." _Truth is, mostly just confused._ The blush was real. _She's blunt._ The pause was brief before another question from the jane popped on the screen. "tell what got you horny ..." Most nights a question phrased that way would put her off, would warn her that the party really didn't want to talk, would leave unless she cybered. Tonight was different. _What got me horny? The reason I can't sleep? I need to talk to someone. Anyone but Pete._ "That's a long story." Then, in chunks a line or two in length, she told it. The plan to camp, the Scrabble game. The magic light, the brave striptease. The kiss. Jane interrupted only with a "omg" or ":)" or "mmmmmm" from time to time. "So, this morning it was raining here. We canned the trip for now." "incredible ..." "But true. I swear it. My head's still spinning." "the camping trip should be an orgy ..." "It'll be amazing, if it ever happens, Jane. They have a move to think about. "you have to ... make it happen, tina ..." "It's really up to them." "youve gotta write me all about it ... PLEASE ..." "For you it's just a story. For me, I'm scared to death." They shared addresses. Jane told her what a turn on it had been. They said their thank-you's and good-bye's. Then Tina closed the browser and disconnected from the net. She slipped into their bed before her husband's movie ended, drifted quietly to sleep, remembering the way Mai's body felt, the way it tasted. Wondering how life could turn a corner, round a bend so suddenly and seem to change completely. This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. 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