Message-ID: <47193asstr$1079817004@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.0403190805.5d505751@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 16:05:39 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 19 Mar 2004 08:05:39 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 41/94 by jane Lines: 222 Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2004 16:10:05 -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: newsman, dennyw Author: jane Title: Glimpses 41/94 Summary: Marsha spins a tale or two. Keywords: none Length: 1089 words Copyright: c. 2004 *14 June 1997 Saturday* _marsha did get back to me ... she took her time but it was legible at least ... well, more than that ... more than cute or sexy ... it impressed me for a teen ... i fight with every syllable i write ... its like a war before i drag a chapter to my site, fearful of a misplaced comma or a snigger from my peers or, worst of all, a pall of silence ... i envied marsha ... read it for yourself ... im sure she never proofed it ... if you were me ... you would have saved it too ... you would have pressed it tenderly between the pages of some book like it was leaves or flowers ... a thing to savour in ones twilight years ... a scrap of time when things looked young and simple, when things had just begun ... toronto ..._ *§* Hey Jane, Sorrryy! It was crazy here the last two weeks. Jen left for Montreal that Monday. Wow! I gotta thank you, kiddo! You're so awesome! As soon as I signed off, we both got on my bed. You had her so turned on, Jane. Hot! I mean she's cool with all that hair, and she's soooo damn tan. Okay, she's young, but not a kid at all. I wish I'd used her as a model. Anyways, she was like the first to start it. (Is this a turn on? Woohoo! I owe you one.) So she starts out just rubbing up against me with her legs before I even I touched her. Well, then I'm dripping wine all down her body. Yeah. And licking it, of course. Shit we came so hard. Next time we chat we'll do a role play; I'll fill in all the yummy stuff. Your choice. You can be my cuz or me. For now, one word: Intense! We got it all cleaned up before my aunt got home. A quickie shower too. No foul. It was awesome, Jane. Anyway, I had to tell you thanks. Your friend forever, Marsha O, here's something else. MY WEIRD RULES by Me 1] I'm a creator. No choice. I have to. 2] The stuff I make is cool sometimes. Sometimes not. 3] Nothing lasts forever. 4] I really love Rebecca. She'd be so pissed about that night with Jen. I must be crazy. 5] Sometimes ya gotta risk it, right? 5] Shhh. I am so dead if she finds out. See ya. Me *§* "Someday I want to do a portrait of you ..." Rebecca's pause was for dissection of her drawing not for lack words or lack of meanings. "This angle isn't working." "You draw me all the time." "Not like the time you did me on the Islands. Not half- naked out in public. You ever try to make a brilliant white, like sun or something? Some trick?" "Like you've done me more than nude. I've done the porno shit for you." Rebecca blushed. _You have. You've let me sketch your finger on your clitoris. You got your nipples hard for me._ "I mean in public, though. And not for sex, but serious. Just like you did for me." The two were in a sheltered grove, just off a path that snaked from city streets to find the Humber River. Clandestine meetings were easier now that summer finally dried the woodlands. _I'm supposedly downtown with Kim and Crystal. It seems like every month Dad catches me in one more lie. And this gets crazier each time._ She eyed the foliage carefully, looking for the ways that sunlight formed the borders of a leaf. _Translate it into line. Just simplify. Organize it._ Marsha's task was studies for a carving. _I'll call home in half an hour. Ask if I can stay and watch a movie. Grab a burger after? Tell him I've been good. Tell him she's not with us. Honest, Dad. She's not._ "Tonight ..." "It wouldn't be the same. I know. It's just the situation. There isn't any place accept your house that's safe. Not now." "I'm sorry, Bec." "Let's not spoil today. It was just a thought." "You're gonna call, right?" "Yeah. We've still got time. It'll seem more real if I catch them just before they eat. Let me see your sketches." "Just notes. It's all still in my head." Marsha set her pencil on the log beside her and stretched her long white legs from the shade into the sun. "I love it here." "You ever try to draw something ... like a leaf or anything ... looking right into the sun?" "Not really." "Marsh?" "Yeah." "Was that your dad's sister, the one who visited Victoria Day?" "Mom's." "I never met any of your family except your dad and Libby. You have lots of aunts and uncles?" "Just Rose and an uncle in Australia or somewhere that I never saw." "What was your cousin's name again?" "Jennifer. What's all this about?" "It's like I don't know if I even have a family. It's like I want to give them up for you. If I have to choose. You're lucky for your mom." "I dunno." "I wish I could've met them. I want to be a part of who you are." "I'm not them." "You don't even care about them? You said you told your cousin that you loved me. Told her everything about us." "She doesn't mean a thing to me." "Marsha?" "I wished they hadn't come. I missed you, Bec. They were in our way." "Don't say that. Family's important." "Not to me. They're all just in our way." "I just meant ... I don't know. Maybe a woodcut or a litho! That would be like lots of black with highlights for the light? Think?" "Maybe. You gonna call?" "Not yet." _There's something wrong. I feel it. She's either worried about the carving or there's something on her mind._ "Is everything okay?" "Sure." "It must get lonely. On the nights I can't be there." "Yeah." "You okay with that?" "What other choices are there?" "I don't know. You used to cyber." "Look, Bec. I haven't gone in there for months. Not since the winter. Not since the time that you got mad." "She ever write to you?" "How many times have I told you, Bec. No." "I'm sorry." _God, I'm sorry. I need you Marsh. I lost my dad. I lost my friends. There's no one left but you._ "Maybe we should split to your place now. I'll call and make my alibi." "Call. So we can get it on. I need you really bad." This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. 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