Message-ID: <47173asstr$1079752203@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.0403180753.39bce962@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2004 15:53:27 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 18 Mar 2004 07:53:27 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 38/94 by jane Lines: 247 Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 22:10:03 -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: hoisingr, dennyw Author: jane Title: Glimpses 38/94 Summary: Anna follows my directions. Mm. Keywords: none Length: 1504 words Copyright: c. 2004 *24 May 1997, Saturday part two* _we emailed back and forth that spring ... i prodded anna ... i asked about her date in mexico, the woman named darlene ... the beach ... their secret rendezvous ... it really had me going ... i knew that she was timid ... but every time i brought it up, shed change the subject ... shed write about her class or little girl or other teachers ... shed refuse my invitations to meet her in a chat ... i wondered ... had it turned out badly ... did they ever get it on ... was it just a one-day-stand or were they still in touch and more ... or was it real at all ... at least we wrote ... i told her tidbits of my secret life of writing ... i told her things about my past ... the one time that she mentioned mexico she talked about two strangers on the beach ... about her taking off her top ... she invented little extras, i supposed ... the luxury of letters ... i humoured her ... i waited patiently ... i held my peace ... she must have thought it safe ... she finally said shed meet me on that saturday in may ... to cyber ... woo hoo ... to my surprise she did ... manitoba ..._ *§* "Hey! Jane! I've missed you." "ann_in-paradise? wow ..." Then. "you changed your name ..." "My real name's Anna." "mine isn't jane you know ... lol ... are you alone ..." "Andrew's with a baseball game upstairs. The Socks are in Toronto. Yes, I'm free." "sox ..." Anna saw the edit jump onto the screen the instant that she jumped herself. "Mom?" "Penny! You're supposed to be in bed." "I can't sleep." As Penny crept across the room to lean against her chair, Anna minimized, replacing naughty couples with rows of mortgage payments on a simple spreadsheet screen. "What's that?" "Some banking, love. Are you okay? What's on your mind?" Her arm surrounded Penny. _Calm. Nothing untoward. She couldn't hear my heart beat. Could she?. Nothing shameful. Yet. Those awful ads. Thank God, she caught me now. An hour later and I might've been half dressed in play. I'd die of shame at that. More careful. Once bit, twice shy._ "The game. I took my eyes off the ball. I blew it. Dad's disappointed. I really stunk." "Oh, Pen. It's just a game." She hugged her closer. "You play so many. And you're good! Really! Dad's just tired. He loves you, Pen." _If it had only been some school dilemma. A boy perhaps. Or friends. But sports? You know I'm hopeless there. One hundred ten percent? That's totally absurd. Andrew's such a pig sometimes. He should have helped you._ "You're tired, Pen. It's late. You'll see; he'll show you how tomorrow. Right now you need some sleep." _Tomorrow is another day. Is that a baseball joke?_ "Sure." "I'll come up and tuck you in." "I'm not a baby, Mom. G'night." Anna kissed her on the neck before she pulled away. _A real mom, the TV kind, would follow you upstairs. She'd hold you in her arms and help you cry. No matter what the reason. A stupid baseball error? I suppose there's something, some locker room quotation to cover things like that. What? It's deja vu all over again. If you come to a fork in the road, then take it. Andrew knows them all. A real mom would call out, "Pen, I love you" from her office doorway. And Pen would turn and tell me, "Thank you, Mom. I love you, too." The best I ever hope for now is, "Ditto, Mom" or "Yeah. Me, too."_ She closed her eyes and whispered to the keyboard, "Sleep tight, Love." The chat room reappeared. _Yes, Jane's still there._ She typed, "Hey, I'm back." "wb ... what happened ..." "My daughter. No problem. She's settled now. I wish I had a glass of wine." "go get one ... ill wait ... itll help us both relax ..." "Hang on." Anna climbed the stairs and sneaked into the kitchen. Andrew snorted in the living room, horizontal at the game. Some baseball misdemeanour. A Blue swayed gently in his hand. He muttered at the manager. Penny's reading light was on. No sound. No sobs that might invoke an intervention. No music for complaints. Anna climbed back down the stairs. "Okay. Still free? I'm sorry for the interruptions." "very free ... lol ... i hope youre private now ... im feeling nasty ... :) ..." "Let's unwind." Anna sipped the cool Merlot and slumped a little in her chair. "What's on your evil mind?" "how you took your suit off in public at the beach ... remember what you wrote me ... what are you wearing now ..." "Oh, Jane!" She hesitated briefly, listening for some sound upon the stair. Pen had settled, surely. "A tee from Mexico. Shorts, bra and panties. Rabbit slippers. LOL. Floppy ears and all." "pretend were at the beach ... is it hot there in your office ..." "Not too. I'm getting warm. You're having that effect." Anna slipped a hand across the tee's embroidery. _Just relax. I'll dream a bit. I'll let her words entrance me. I'll be the snake, and she can be the charmer._ "let me be someone that you meet out there ... were sunning ... k? ... im teasing you ... im putting lotion on your back ... i want to take your top off ..." "I'd like that, Jane. It's in the way right now." Anna let herself be led, one step and then the next, by terse commands and gentle swooning touches. She removed her clothing piece by piece. She let herself be touched and stroked and pampered. Jane kissed her on the mouth. She used a fingernail to draw the outlines of her lips. Anna kept her mind on Mexico, relived the heat that rose between her thighs and spread across her belly. She closed her eyes while waiting for responses. She rolled her head and stretched her neck in passionate embraces as Jane approached her now bare nipples. Taut. Erect. Jane licked and nibbled, then she sucked. Even bit one lightly. Each word created hunger. Each phrase she lost control. She followed every coy instruction as closely as she could. Jane said to picture someone special, someone on the beach, a person that was real, a person that she'd fancied. She made her mention Fran. Jane disappeared almost. It was Fran that took each leg in turn and hooked it in on the armrest of her chair so she could spread as wide as possible. It was Fran that knelt between her legs. _Too hard to type. Just oooooooo and mmmmmm across the lines. Just dream._ She split her henna pubic curls and delved inside herself. "she tastes you ... dips her tongue into your slit ..." _O God. Don't leave me now. I can't keep typing. I can't stop now. Can't suck my fingers clean to answer anymore. Keep talking, please. I need this._ She softly moaned. She squeezed her eyes together as tightly as she could. She felt the tremble growing to a roar. Jane asked the question, just as Anna came, no doubt about it, timed to get results, "tell me, truthfully, what happened with darlene ..." "Don't go there, Jane." She said it right out loud, a whisper in the cool, damp basement air. "What the fucking shit is this?" He was so loud. He was so near, so sudden that she almost tumbled off the chair. He was right behind her reading what she wrote. _No! How long?_ She used her foot to disconnect the power bar. _No. Not this._ "Anna! What the pervy shit is going on?" "Andrew. Please. You'll wake up, Penny." "I'll fucking wake up who I please! I'll wake the whole damn fucking neighbourhood. I don't believe this? Wanking with some dyke!" "I'm sorry." She squeezed it out through tears. "Don't wake her, please." "You're a fucking ice cube for as long I remember. Now, you're super slut! What the hell is going on!" Ann hid her nakedness behind the rumpled tee and shorts, fearful that her body might bring on a greater rage, a stricter punishment than she could bear. "I'm fucking waiting, slut. Answer." "I'm sorry, Andrew. She's a friend. She talked me into things. I'm sorry. I maybe drank too much." "_A friend!_ Is that what fucking every night on this computer's all about? Your _friend_? What kind of teacher are you? What kind of fucking mother?" "Please, Andrew. I promise that I'll never. Never chat at all. Just please don't tell. Not anyone. Please." "I ought to. I ought to drag your daughter down here now. She ought to see this, slut." "We can disconnect the internet. But please. I'll do anything you say." "You're fucking right you will." Then he was gone. She trembled uncontrollably. She pulled her still damp panties on and wondered how a world could topple so completely in a word. This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. 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