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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 14) [Asian, b/f, Phone Sex, Consent]
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Date: Mon, 29 May 2006 12:10:01 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
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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."

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