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 Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail

   Chapter 14: Long Distance Love Affair

   Ben watched from the window as his dad's car pulled out of the driveway.
He kept watching the car as it rolled down the street, knowing from
experience that he couldn't assume it was safe yet.  The car stopped at the
corner, the left hand signal turned on, and then it made its turn onto
Grove Street.

   A moment later and it disappears behind the old gray house on the
corner. Only now did he assume that the coast was clear.

   He backed away from the window and glanced around the living room, his
mind already hatching plans for what to do with the afternoon.  He had
planned to just go out and find his friends.  Maybe play video games at a
friend's house or make the trek across town to the comic book store.

   All those plans were jettisoned when he was presented with this
particular situation.  The house was entirely empty now, something that
didn't happen often for him.

   Cat wouldn't be back until dinner time, he was sure of that.  Dad had
gone to work and would be gone for a few hours at least.  Mom and Angela
would probably be the first back.  But they had gone to the supermarket, so
that was a two or three hour trip at least.

   He stood in the living room and thought about what he should do with the
couple of hours of privacy that he had.  All of the usual ideas passed
through his mind; calling his friends to come over or raiding his father's
porn collection, but neither had much appeal at the moment.

   He walked to the kitchen and pulled open the refrigerator door.  He
wasn't really hungry yet, but he figured he'd save himself the trip later.
He stopped at the pantry door and grabbed an unopened bag of chips,
skipping the two that were already half eaten.

   He carried his booty up the stairs and into his bedroom, not bothering
to close the door.  Normally he'd keep it shut tight, if anyone else was
home that is, but in this case he wanted to be able to hear anyone coming
and going.  That would give him forewarning.

   He dropped the bag of chips on the top of his desk and put the two cans
on the floor, where they wouldn't drip on anything important.  He flicked
his computer on and sat down and waited for it to finish booting up.

   He logged in and waited for his friends list to appear.  Hoping that one
name in particular would light up.  As always, the wait was excruciating.

   Finally the list appeared; the familiar names appeared into it, all
still grayed out.  One by one, they either lit up or remained grayed out.
He frowned when he saw that one name in particular had failed to light up,
TechnoGypsy.

   She wasn't on, which in retrospect actually made sense to him.  Unlike
him, she probably had better things to do on a Sunday afternoon.

   He minimized the chat window and started to browse through the
directories of his hard drive.  It took a little bit of clicking to
navigate to the directory he had squirreled away from his parents and other
prying eyes.

   Within this little spot was his little treasure trove of pictures.  The
directory was hidden inside a program directory that he didn't anyone would
ever bother to look in.  All the files were named things that seemed
unimportant.  And, to be completely safe, he renamed all of the file
extensions so that none of them appeared to be pictures.  This way no one
would ever find them accidentally.

   Inside his little hoard were random porn pictures that he had stumbled
across in the past.  A couple of pictures of various people he had chatted
with online.  Even a few pictures of himself that he had readied to share
if someone should ask.  But the prize was the handful of pictures that
TechnoGypsy had sent him.

   He clicked on his favorite and it opened onto the screen.  The red
headed girl was sitting on a park bench with a happy smile on her face.  He
had spent hours studying the picture and could remember each nuance of it
easily, but it still made him smile when ever he looked at it.

   To the casual observer, there really wasn't anything special about the
picture.  The girl in it would look, for lack of a better term, plain.  Her
short crimson hair a bit disheveled by the wind in the obviously unplanned
picture.  Her clothes were nothing more than an old t-shirt with the words
"Frodo Lives" emblazoned across it like graffiti, an old pair of blue jeans
and a ratty pair of tennis shoes.

   The setting of the picture was equally ramshackle.  A park bench on a
gravel path, with a blocky brown building lurking behind her, with only a
small span of patchy green grass between her and it.

   To him it was the sheer plainness of the picture that made it special.
It wasn't plastic or fake or unbelievable.  It was just real and it gripped
him in a way he found hard to describe.

   He knew the picture was taken at her college campus, which just added
further thoughts to his mind.  A college girl liked him, talked to him like
they were good friends, very good friends.  He would love to tell his
friends about her, but it was their secret.

   He'd almost call her his girlfriend, but the thought of that scared him.
That if he tried to put a label like that to her, he'd loose her.  He knew
it wasn't rational, thinking of her as his girlfriend and worrying about
loosing her.  Neither thought had any basis in reality, but both just felt
true in his gut.

   Lauren was her real name.  When he was looking at her pictures, that's
how he preferred to think of her.  It gave more weight to the idea that she
was his girlfriend.  People didn't have girlfriends named TechnoGypsy after
all.

   His smiled eased as he reached down and rubbed his crotch through his
jeans.  It was true that it didn't take much to get him excited and he
already felt it quickly building in him.

   Leaving the picture open, he flipped back to the file list and opened a
second one.  The red headed face appeared again, the closer shot showing
the smattering of red freckles that formed a wave across the top of her
cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

   He tried to control himself, wanting to take in the picture at a slow
pace.  He couldn't wait any longer, his eyes scanned further down, letting
her bare breasts fill his thoughts.  They seemed to him to be just about
the size of a small grapefruit, just average, normal sized.  He had an
extensive mental library of breasts to compare them to, but those were all
mostly from pictures.

   If he compared them to his mother's, then Lauren's were considerably
larger.  Lauren's nipples were also smaller and a paler shade of pink.  In
the picture they were tiny, but he imagined that when she got excited, they
got bigger.  And he hoped that he had caused that reaction in her in the
past.

   He reached down to undo his jeans, expecting to play with himself a bit
while he paged through the couple of other pictures he had of her.  The
familiar bing of the incoming chat message surprised him, making him curse
at the distraction.

   He frowned for a second, expecting to be just one of his friends that he
didn't feel like talking to.  He thought about just ignoring them and going
back to what he was doing, but his curiosity wouldn't allow that.  He had
to at least check who it was.

   He minimized the pictures and brought the chat window up again.  His
narrow eyes brightened when he read the message.

   "Hey kid, what are you doing home?" TechnoGypsy had said.

   His first impulse was for his fingers to leap into action, to tell her
everything he was thinking.  He knew he'd just sound like an idiot then. 
He managed to reign back his excitement was he typed a much calmer
response.

   "Hello.  Nothing.  Everyone went out, so I stayed in." He sent the
message then started to wait for her response, but felt the anxiousness
seep out of him and to his fingers.  "I got a secret too."

   "Home alone AND a secret?" Came her reply, "Are you going to share?"

   "Maybe." He teased back to her.  Of all the people on the planet, she
was the one person he felt safe enough to share just about anything with.
He thought he might even be in love with her, as unlikely as that seemed to
be.  He knew for a fact that he at least loved her as a friend.

   "Oh really?  And what do I have to do to get you to spill the details?"
The neon blue letters appeared on his screen.  He could only guess what her
reaction was, but he hoped she was smiling.  "Let me guess?  I have to send
you another picture?"

   His face lit up in eagerness at that.  The thought of a new picture was
indeed enticing, but this secret was worth even more than that.

   "I was just looking at your pictures too." He admitted back to her,
blushing slightly.  He then added a little blushing happy face to his
message before sending it off to her.

   "Really?" Now it seemed to be her turn to tease him.  "And what were you
doing while you were looking at them?"

   He thought for a second before he replied, he considered changing the
subject, but decided that admitting all of it would be even better.  "I was
going to play with myself.  But you interrupted."

   "So you going to tell me this secret?" She asked again, changing the
subject back to his big news.  He could tell that she was eager to know.

   "It's something big.  And I know you're going to like it.  But before I
tell you, I want you to promise me two things." He was starting to feel
more than a bit anxious about this.  That maybe telling her wouldn't be a
good thing.  And, worse yet, that what he was about to ask for might be too
much.

   "Okay." She tentatively agreed.

   "You can't tell anyone about this.  No one, okay.  It's our secret." He
felt even more nervous now, as if the plain typed words couldn't possibly
explain the seriousness of his request.

   "What?" Was her immediate reply, he got the distinct impression that she
was offended or annoyed.  "I've always kept our secrets."

   He felt even more embarrassed, "I know.  But this is really important."

   "Okay." It took slightly longer for her reply to come through this time.
He was sure that she wasn't happy with him.

   "I want to meet." He blurted out quickly in text.  Thinking that if he
didn't do it right away, he'd chicken out.  Or if he typed too much, he'd
sound wishy washy and not serious about it.

   "What?" Her reply was faster than normal now, he was sure he had taken
her completely by surprise.  "Why all of a sudden?"

   "Don't answer yet." He quickly replied, wanting to calm her down.  "Let
me tell you the secret first.  Then you can decide if it's worth it."

   In his mind, he was eager for her to agree to his deal.  The idea of a
real date with her.  A real chance to go out with her.  Even if it was just
a short walk.  That would be worth it.

   "Okay." She replied again, not seeming to believe that his news would be
that earth shattering.

   He took a deep breath and let his fingers fly quickly across the
keyboard.  He had plotted this course and he was intent on following it
through.  And hoping for the best.

   "I had sex with my mom this morning."

   "What?  Holy crap." Her reply came with only a momentary pause.  It was
quickly followed by a second message, "Are you kidding?  You're not making
this up are you?"

   "No.  It's true.  I did." He replied and immediately winced after
sending the message.  He imagined that his protests sounded false and were
not helping his case.

   "Dad got up this morning.  And I got in bed with her.  It was great. 
She liked it too.  She thought I was my dad at first.  But when she
realized who I was, she still wanted me to go all the way." He was more
satisfied with that explanation.  It sounded more believable.  It was what
really happened after all.

   He waited for her reply after he sent the message.  But the seconds
ticked by with out a comment from her.  The seconds turned to minutes and
his anxiousness grew into dread.  He started to worry that maybe she didn't
like the news.

   He couldn't figure out why she wouldn't have though.  They had talked
about much worse in the past year or so.  The conversations had started out
pretty tame.  He stumbled onto her in one of the video game chat rooms.

   At first he didn't even realize that she was female.  They just started
talking and realized they had a lot of the same likes in common.  They read
the same sort of books, played the same sort of games.

   He was surprised to find out that she was actually a girl.  He guessed
she was surprised to find out how old he was.  She later admitted that she
thought he was at least a few years older.

   Occasional chats talked into a semi-regular occurrence.  They learned
more about each other.  He told her what he did on a day to day basis; he
found out that she was a freshman at college the next state over.

   Then one night the conversations turned more heated.  He wasn't sure
what had brought it on, but she started asking if he had a girlfriend.  And
other, more personal questions.

   Since that time, they'd talked about a lot.  And shared even more.

   "That is so fucking hot." She finally replied, easing his concerns. 
"Damn.  And I wanted to be the one to devirginize you."

   He blinked at the screen for a moment, trying to figure out if she was
serious or just teasing him again.  He decided that he preferred it to have
been a serious answer and replied that way.

   "Sorry." His mind was torn now, not sure of which conversation to
pursue. Her seriousness or getting her to commit to meeting him.  They were
still sort of the same thought though.

   "So can we meet?" He transmitted into the ether.

   "I don't know." Came her immediate reply.  "How about I promise to
seriously think about it?"

   "Deal." He quickly replied, considering that the formal handshake that
would seal the deal.

   "So no one is home right now?" She asked.

   "No one is home." He repeated.  "It's just me."

   "Wanna talk about this on the phone?" Her words flickered on the screen.

   "Sure." He replied with out a second thought.  Her name immediately
graying out on his friend's list as she logged out.

   He leaped up out of his seat and jumped down the stairs two steps at a
time.  He dashed into the kitchen and pulled the portable phone from the
wall.  He turned and dashed back upstairs, eager to get back to the safety
of his bedroom.

   They had talked on the phone a few times before, but never really that
often.  Between his parents possibly catching them and her classes, it was
hard to arrange.

   He just made it to the top of the stairs as the shrill ring of the phone
echoed in his hand.  He quickly pressed the talk button and put the phone
to his ear.

   "Hello?" He asked, careful to hide his emotion.  It was still possible
that it could be his mother or anyone else calling.

   "Ben?" A voice replied on the phone.

   Just hearing the familiar tones of her voice filled Ben with an internal
warmth.  Like welcoming a long awaited friend back into his life.  Typing
to her was nice, but hearing her voice made it feel real.

   "It's me." He eased the emotion back into his voice, not wanting to
sound like an overexcited child.

   "Hello me." Her voice eased noticeably too, the momentary nervousness
gone from both of them.  "So tell me again what you did?  I don't think I'm
going to believe it unless I hear you say it myself."

   He wasn't offended that she hadn't quite believed him yet.  In fact, he
was feeling kind of proud of having to repeat it.

   "I had sex with my mother this morning." Ben said with a slightly smug
tone and then added, "And yesterday afternoon too, sort of."

   He heard Lauren exhale on the other end of the phone, it was kind of
gasp, like she was still trying to take this in.  "Okay, back up and
explain it again."

   "With more detail." Her additional words came in just as Ben was about
to say that there really wasn't anything more to explain.

   Ben lay down on his bed as he went over the events in his head, trying
to think of the best way to explain it.  He could tell that he had her
undivided attention.  It was a welcome change of pace for him.

   Normally her life seemed so much more exciting than his.  She could tell
him about her classes and trips she's taken and nights out.  Things that
went on with her family.  What she planned to do with her life.

   But he had nothing to talk about.  After he told her about one of his
days, then there really wasn't much else to speak of.  Nothing exciting
ever seemed to happen to him.  She still acted like what he had to talk
about was interesting though.

   This time was different.  He finally had something big to talk about. 
Something that he just knew she wanted to hear all about.

   "I walked in on my parents having sex yesterday." He started off with,
his mental shrug adding the tone that it was no big deal.  "They were doing
it on the kitchen table."

   "No way." He could hear the disbelief in Lauren's voice.

   "No lie." He added with certainty.  "Right on the table.  I was going to
just walk away, but my dad asked me to stay."

   Lauren had fallen silent again.  He took that as a reason to go on,
besides he wanted to get through yesterdays recollections quickly though,
so that he could get to what happened this morning.

   "Mom let me touch her and then she gave me a blow job." He brought
yesterday's events to a close, but Lauren as still completely silent.

   "Are you okay?" He was feeling a bit anxious now, maybe this was too big
an event to tell her about.  Or maybe she just didn't believe him at all.

   "I'm here." Lauren finally said, her voice a bit shaky.

   "What's wrong?  You don't think I'm lying, do you?" He asked quickly
now, somewhat offended that she'd ever think he'd lie to her.

   "No, I believe you." Her voice sounded defensive, but calm.  "I'm
just... um."

   He could sense that there was something more, he wanted to know what it
was.  Not knowing how to ask, he just stayed silent, waiting for her to
volunteer the information.

   "I'm just touching myself." She sounded slightly embarrassed now, which
excited him even more.  "Is that okay?"

   He blinked in surprise, unaccustomed to her asking him permission to do
anything.  It even sounded like she honestly wanted it, like she'd stop if
he said so.

   "You can." A smirk curled his lips.  "But you have to tell me what
you're doing."

   She didn't speak, but there wasn't silence on the line.  He could hear
her moving about; hear her footsteps echo in what he imagined to be a tiny
dorm room.  He heard the rustle of fabric, but couldn't figure out what it
was.  He pictured it was her taking off her clothes.

   "I'm laying in bed now." She finally said, "My roommate shouldn't be
back for a bit."

   "What are you wearing?" He asked pointedly.  He wanted to know.  He
wanted to complete the picture in his mind.

   "A dark blue sweatshirt and sweatpants." Her voice was soft and
compliant; he could tell that she was enjoying telling him.  "I was out
jogging."

   "You just got back?" He could picture her on her bed, dressed in the
baggy clothes.  Now he also had a smell to add to his imagination, her
sweat.  Somehow that excited him more than any perfume or fragrance she
might be wearing.  He imagined her hair damp, the red strands sticking to
her forehead.

   "Yes." Her voice was quick now.  "Do you want me to take them off?"

   He didn't feel like he even had to answer the question.  He thought the
reply should be obvious, but he still murmured a confirmation.

   "Tell me more about what happened and I'll undress for you." There was a
slight edge to her voice now, a sound of wanting and danger.  She wanted to
hear his story just as much as she wanted to undress for him.

   "This morning dad woke up early." He said slowly, dragging out each
word. He wanted to hear the anticipation in her breathing.  "I waited until
he went downstairs, then I went into my parents bedroom.  My mom was still
sleeping."

   "What did you do then?" Her voice was eager, not quite panting, but
close.

   "Take off your sweat shirt.  Tell me what you see." He said with a bite
of command.  The jostling of the phone told him that her compliance was
quick.

   "My nipples are hard." Her voice notably breathless now, he knew her
excitement was growing.  "I wish you were here to suck them for me."

   He was silent as the image grew in his mind.  He glanced at the monitor
where the picture of her with her breasts bared was still bright on the
screen.  He wondered what it would feel like, to be doing that to her.

   "I'm rubbing them now." Her voice a bit plaintive now.  "More.  Tell me
more."

   "Mom was still asleep, so I got undressed and got in bed with her." He
reached to his jeans and unbuttoned them, sliding the zipper down.  "She
was still asleep so I rub her ass a bit.  She was wearing black panties and
her butt was really soft."

   Lauren was starting to pant into the receiver now.  Words were barely
making it between her gasps.  "I'm pinching...  my nipples now...  it..."
Her voice drifted into a louder gasp, the sentence ending incomplete.

   "I put my hands into her panties and I squeezed mom's butt so more." He
heard her gasp loudly again when he said the word mom.  He pulled his cock
free and started to stroke it, the dual image of Lauren playing with
herself and his mother in his mind.  "Mom took my hand and pulled it up to
her breast.  I could feel her nipple in my hand.  She wanted me to touch
her more."

   "Oh god, oh god." Lauren panted repeatedly now.  "That's so hot...  I'm
so fucking wet now..."

   He heard another rustle on the telephone and guessed that she was
pulling down her jogging pants now too.  He could see her playing with
herself at the same time he was masturbating.  It was a situation they'd
mutually enjoyed a couple of times in the past too.

   "My dick was pressed against her panties.  And she thought I was my
dad." He said when he heard the background noise die down, replaced by the
sound of her heavy breathing again.  He started to stroke himself with his
freehand, pulling up and down slowly on the shaft of his cock.  "Mom
grabbed my dick and started to rub me against her.  All between her legs."

   "God damn..." Lauren moaned in pleasure.  "She must have really wanted
you, Ben."

   He hadn't considered that before.  How much his mother might have really
wanted him.  It didn't really occur to him just how deeply she might have
wanted him.  Up until this very moment, he had only considered just what he
had wanted.  He never really thought about the other side of it, at least
not where his mother was concerned.

   "Yeah, she did." He agreed slowly.  "What are you doing?"

   "I'm rubbing my pussy.  I'm so wet; I'm going to need to wash my
sheets." She groaned, and then suddenly moaned even louder.  "I just put my
finger in, Ben.  I'm wishing it was your dick in me.  Just like you and
your mom."

   "Want to hear more?" He asked after a second's pause.

   "Yes, please." The begging tone of her voice brought a smile to his
face. He started stroking himself faster; he could feel the warm wet
feeling building inside him.

   "Mom pulled her panties away and started rubbing my dick against her. 
She was all hot and sticky and it felt incredible." He ran his fingers over
his length, dragging the pre-cum along it.  Making it feel wet again.  "She
knew it was me now and not my dad."

   Lauren gasped loudly now, a twinge of disappointment in her voice.  "Did
she stop?"

   "No.  She did it more." He replied proudly and heard her stifle a loud
pant.  "She pushed me away and took off her clothes."

   "I want you to listen to something." Her voice was barely understandable
through her labored breathing.  Then he heard a wet, squishing noise. 
Rhythmic, throbbing, and knew it was the sound of her fingers moving in and
out of her cunt.

   He started stroking himself faster as he listened; knowing that the
state she was in was solely due to him.  That she was playing with herself
just for him.

   The sound slowly died, replaced by her deep, husky breathing now. 
"More..."

   "Mom's breasts aren't as big as yours.  But her nipples are big.  And
they were a dark red." He wanted Lauren to have a full picture of his
mother, as he had seen her.  "Her pussy is full of dark, black hair..."

   He heard an appreciative moan and couldn't help imagining what it would
look like to see Lauren and his mother together.  To see them licking and
eating each other.  Sucking on each other's breasts.

   "Mom wanted me to suck her tits too.  She begged me to." He was close;
he knew he couldn't go much longer before he came.  He slowed his stroking,
to try and hold it off a little longer.  "And then she wanted me to fuck
her.  She pulled me into her, pushing my dick into her."

   "Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod-ohgod." Lauren started frantically moaning.  "Did you
cum in her?  Did you cum in your mommy?"

   "Yes." He panted in reply, "I'm going to cum for you right now."

   She moaned even louder, barely able to speak now.  "Yes, Ben, cum for
me, please."

   He only had to stroke a handful of more times before his jism spurted
out uncontrollably, landing all over his t-shirt, some even making it to
his face.  He could hear her scream out at almost the same time, spurred on
by the sound of his orgasm.

   For a long moment they both remained silent.  Just listening to each
other's breathing.

   "Did you cum too?" Ben asked, finally breaking the comfortable silence
they had enjoyed.

   "Yes." She replied slowly, still out of breath.

   "Can we meet?" He asked after taking a second to muster up his courage.
The control he felt just a few minutes before was gone.  He felt like a
child again.

   There was an excruciating silence on the line.  For a moment he thought
she had hung up on him.  Or was about to hang up.

   "I think so." She finally said, somewhat indecisively.  "Let me think
about it.  And email you, okay?  I don't think I have anything to do next
weekend.  And I think I can get a hold of a car to borrow."

   Ben smiled slowly, contentedly.  It sounded like she was seriously
considering it.  That it might actually happen.  He didn't feel the need to
actually have sex with her or do any of the dozens of carnal things they
had talked about in the past.

   He just wanted to spend an afternoon with her.  Smell her hair.  Feel
the way the skin of her hand felt.  Just small, mundane things.

   "Okay." He agreed, happily.

   "I have to go and wash up before my roommate gets back." Lauren said
after a moment's comfortable pause.  "We'll talk later, okay?"

   "I'll look for you online tonight."
   "Sounds like a date."