Message-ID: <47172asstr$1079752202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0403171220.4daac9b9@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 17 Mar 2004 20:20:46 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 17 Mar 2004 12:20:46 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 37/94 by jane Lines: 159 Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 22:10:02 -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: hoisingr, dennyw Author: jane Title: Glimpses 37/94 Summary: Marsha finds enjoyment in playing the tormenter. Keywords: none Length: 991 words Copyright: c. 2004 *17 May 1997, Saturday part one* _imagine jennifer that evening ... the mouse ... a guest room to herself ... where lights and hues were unfamiliar ... jet-lagged perhaps ... a different bed ... a thought about her cousin ... did she intuit something different in the way her cousin said rebecca ... eighteen ... adult ... the city ... marsha, confident and cool ... had promised MUCH on queen street west, could drive a car ... was almost out of school ... could be a friend ... could be toronto ... a restless night for sure ... i know ... i promised: no conjecture ... but it fits ... the first night that i slept here, her spare bed, when i first came to write, i felt all that and more ... i think i got it right with jen ... it helps explain her next adventure ... shed fallen off to sleep quite late i think and was surprised at close to dawn ... toronto ..._ *§* "Morning, Sleepy!" Marsha in a huge, white tee plopped down beside her cousin on the bed. "Sleep tight?" Sun flooded in. Jenny rubbed her eyes. "Wake up!" The shirt, a crimson silkscreen _sunofabeach_, slid coyly off one shoulder, revealed a glimpse that she wore nothing underneath. Marsha doubled one long leg beneath herself. Nothing under it at all made Jenny blush. "Come on. We're gonna run. Have breakfast after." "Really? Sure. That's cool." She hugged the blanket up around her chin. _Disney PJs. Cool._ "I'll just dress." Marsha didn't move. "Here." She dropped a wad of white elastic on the bed. "Mom's sports bra. You'll need it, eh? You look about her size." Marsha grinned, but didn't move. The covers slipped away as Jen sat up revealing Eeoyres eating thistles. "Um ... Thanks," she mumbled. "I didn't think to pack one." _She's shy. How quaint. Don't be frightened, Mouse. I hardly ever bite. Come on. Show us if it fits. Poor mouse. You're squirming._ She watched the hesitation turn to trembles. _Don't cry on me. Poor, cuz. Maybe if I helped you. Maybe if I drew you. Drew you playing with your tits._ She watched as Jenny grasped a button of her top. "Cool jammys, cuz! We gotta hustle here." "Yeah?" Marsha talked about the weather and the jog. Jen unbuttoned slowly. The top fell open. Jen shrugged it off behind her. Marsha didn't make it easy; she stared across the white tan lines directly at her chest. Jen struggled with the bra, and when she finally had it on, relaxed enough to smile. "I thought it'd fit. Backdoor in five. 'Kay?" "Yeah. Five." *§* Marsha led her cousin up through Smith, then Lambton Woods that morning, green dominoes that hugged the river northward into dreams of permafrost. She broke a sweat that stained the blue, mesh jersey showing off her breasts to Jen. The swimmer kept the pace. _She looks determined. Don't fall behind. Not unless you break an ankle. Not unless a hamstring pulls. You wouldn't want to be some weakling kid who couldn't take the pain. Right, Mouse? You're tough. You'll make it. Don't quit on me, you little mouse._ They stopped at Scarlet Mills and panted, turned south and started walking home. Marsha watched the way Jen's tee and shorts clung to her hips and thighs, revealing curves, the outline of the borrowed bra precisely. "How was it?" "Great!" Jenny slaked her thirst for oxygen in gulps. "Race you. First one back gets the shower." Marsha ran again with Jennifer in tow. Marsha won, of course, but let her cousin use the upstairs washroom first. She waited patiently until her stomach started growling. _Takes her own sweet time_, thought Marsha, pacing in the hallway. _She probably did herself. Thinking how I watched her. Trying Libby's bra._ She smiled. _She's cute when she's all flustered. Mouse. I can see where cats get off on playing._ Marsha stepped back in the bathroom uninvited. Jennifer had left a heap of sopping clothing near the tub. _I'm such a perv. I wonder what you're rubbing, now, behind the shower curtain._ She removed her top and shorts and panties and threw them on the pile. She waited quietly and listened to the water, listened for a moan. The faucet stopped; the taps were turned, the curtain suddenly flung back. "What!" "Here," said Marsha, lean and tall and white and naked, standing with an outstretched towel. "I forgot to get you one of these." Jenny took it, far too shy for thank-you. She only nodded as she wrapped herself and left wet footprints on the broadloom of the hall. Marsha giggled to herself and stepped into her shower, let lather foam her hair and avalanche across her chest still heaving from the run. Suds in torrents washed her back and slender hips and streaked her trembling thighs. Jets of water made her nipples hard. She took the soap and slid it carefully across her ripe clitoris. She moaned. She took her time and hatched a fantasy with Jen. A possibility. A plan. And then she came. And then she rinsed her hair and dried it and dressed for family breakfast. *§* They took the ferry to the Islands in the morning, Eaton's Centre after lunch. They rode the carrousel at Centreville before they rented bikes. They listened to CD's at Sam's and checked out lingerie beneath the flock of sculpted geese migrating from the mall. They touched by accident, just hands and arms and legs. Marsha pinned a biker tee against her cousin's chest. _Just casual. No harm. No foul._ Bare legs together at the A & W and again when riding on the subway going home. _Just touches. Mouse. Don't sweat it._ Marsha knew her brain was working, knew she was confused, could see her thinking way too hard. _I forgot to take her down to Queen. To stand out side the studio at MUCH with all the other teenys. She didn't seem to notice. My poor mouse._ This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. All comments and queries can be addressed to by_janeNO@SPAMliterotica.org by deleting the capital letters before sending. -- 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+