Message-ID: <46902asstr$1077786744@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0402251956.cd970bc@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2004 03:56:45 +0000 (UTC) X-Spamscanner: mailbox1.ucsd.edu (v1.4 Oct 30 2003 22:20:52, 0.0/5.0 2.63) X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 13410 i1Q3vkkB025458 mailbox1.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 25 Feb 2004 19:56:45 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 19/94 by jane Lines: 161 Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2004 04:12:24 -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, dennyw Author: jane Title: Glimpses 19/94 Summary: Marsha discovers me. Keywords: none Length: 827 words Copyright: c. 2004 *9 January 1997, Thursday part two* _marsha says she didnt cry ... and i believe her ... she says she shuffled papers on her desk ... then stacked the keyboard on her monitor to give her space to write ... says she answered staffords stupid questions one by one as best she could ... she says she even tried her best ... might have skipped just one or two ... might have been a little brusque with 'love' and 'lovers' ... but in the end, she passed it ... in the end she felt quite satisfied ... toronto ..._ *§* Homework finished, Marsha wadded sheets of foolscap and shot them at a plastic hoop and backboard suctioned to her door. _Why wreck it, Bec? Pout like a little girl. What'd you expect? Sure, tell your daddy. Marsh and me, we got it on. We're queer. Ho hum. That's nice, pumpkin. As long as you're both happy. As if. Your so-cool dad's a fucking Nazi, Bec. Believe it. Sure, who doesn't like a happy ending. I fucking hate this secret, too, but what's the other option? Kiss me in the cafeteria? The fucking team would kill me. You think the holy yearbook crowd would treat you any better? No way. You know it, Bec. Fuck, you got me horny on that bed! I almost creamed myself. Why'd you have wreck it? Out ourselves? Get real. All I wanted was your body. All freaking day I crossed my legs and waited for tonight. Shit!_ She slammed her fist onto the table. _It's so early. I need to party. I need to fucking cum._ She pressed "Power" on the CPU, retrieved the keyboard and the mouse. _Just check it out. Just for a while. Just see._ She typed in "horny_teen" and logged into a chat. She took the time to check the profiles of the others in the room. _No guys tonight. No kids. No phoney moms or dads._ She spotted one that might be interesting: "ancient, bi-f ... on my second glass of wine." The nym was jane. Marsha double-clicked her. "Hi, Jane! U busy?" The answer came in lower-case, without much punctuation. "not really ... cant stay long ... how old are you, love?" Marsha added one to keep it legal, "18. U?" "too old for you ... whats up ..." "Where are you?" Marsha slid her homework in her binder, zipped it closed, slumped deeper in her chair while giving vague locations, measurements, and how-are-you-im-fine. "Ur bi? U been with women? Right?" "yes, love, i have ... have you ..." "My name is Marsha. "Yeah. : )" "im jane ..." "R U like 'out?' Ur honest with Ur friends and family?" Jane didn't answer for a minute. When she did, she didn't, really. "why ... what makes you ask ..." "My gf's like totally pissed off at me tonight. She wants to out us. Whose business is it? Ours, eh?" "im not ann landers, love ... why not talk to your gf ..." "She's not talking. Not to me." Just as she sent the message, suddenly her door was open. Libby, in the doorway, curled a finger in her hair and scrunched her face. "Marsha, honey, are you okay?" "Um ..." Marsha flicked the monitor to black. "I was answering some mail. School stuff." "I meant Rebecca, sweetie. She looked upset. Did you really finish all your work?" Libby took two cautious steps inside her daughter's room. Then stopped. "We finished. She's got a test." Marsha turned to face her mother, fighting not to blush. _Don't give yourself away._ "On your way to bed, Mom?" "It's a wonder you find anything in all this mess." She started toward the door, then stopped. "Yes, I'm tired. You should be, too." "I'll clean it up. Promise. Good night." "You, too." Another step, another hesitation. "Put on some clothes if you're going to finish what you're writing. It's cold for just your underwear." "I will. Hug?" "Yes, sweetie." Libby traced her steps and found her daughter's open arms. "Good night. I'll close this door again. Not too late, okay?" "Night." _Close. But tingly almost getting caught._ She turned the monitor to "on" and typed a, "B" to jane. "wb ... what happened ..." "Little interruption. No prob. I'm back." "where were we ..." "My gf? Secrets?" "you have to work it out with her ... not me ..." "I know. There'd be shit if kids found out at school." "its love?" "I guess. I'm always hot for her. I needed her tonight." Marsha trembled at the thought of Becca kneeling on her shoulders, the animated ads for hardcore sites, the verbal tease unfolding in the public chat. Marsha slid her panties to the floor and pressed her thighs together. "im sorry, love ..." jane entered, then posted once again before Marsha had a chance to answer. "you still feel horny ..." "Yeah. ; )" "ever done this before ..." "I did. A lot, last summer." Marsha laughed out loud in shorthand. This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. 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