Message-ID: <4582eli$9710041849@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4582.txt> From: mandible <" mandible"@deaths.door> X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: ASSM: JAVA [story] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <34369CF3.57BC@deaths.door> POST X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (Win95; I) CC: alt.sex.stories JAVA BY MANDIBLE Her face glowed with humor and love as a smile played across the corners of her lips. Her left eyebrow popped up and down like a sleepy cat's tail and she tossed light brown hair out of her face with quick little shakes. Her eyes were big and brown and shone with excited good humor as she laughed and gave a little shrug which shook her impudent breasts. She was so average you'd never notice her, until you saw the smile. It was million-dollar stuff, a light that glowed from inside the girl herself, turning her generic face into a Real Person. That intent gaze, that would catch any man and freeze him for a moment if it was turned on him - -if it was turned on anyone, which it wasn't at the moment. Her loving and sympathetic regard was focussed on an internet browser. I sat in the CyberJava coffee bar, half-heartedly web-surfing on the machine in front of me. I had been mooning over this girl all night, but she was lost on the net. That look wasn't for me, but it had gotten me anyway. She had been surfing for a while, but now seemed to be doing e-mail or visiting chat rooms. I had tried to talk to her a time or two earlier, but she didn't seem to want to talk. I headed for the men's and on the way back managed to glance over her shoulder at her screen. Chat room all right, and with the name of the chat and her nick posted visibly. Hmmm... In two minutes I was logged onto that chat and was stumbling around through six rooms looking for StJoan. I discovered she was in a private room, but that this chat had a pager or call waiting. I expressed a desire to talk to StJoan and soon got a reply: StJoan: later baby im busy do i know you? and replied thusly: GrandINQ: cool nick - why St Joan? I waited about a minute, then got another message. StJoan: Fire down below baby -its hot under my skirt I sent again: GrandINQ: So you're hot stuff? StJoan: im a naughty girl & get up to things I shouldnt sometimes why all the questions what are you - the Grand Inquisitor?? GrandINQ:actually to match your nick - it caught my attention you must be really cool StJoan: come into a private room with me you sweet talker Hot damn! As I typed, I had watched her face. That sweet smile, that blush, those pauses as she read my words, all for ME! All night I had yearned to have that sweet attention focussed on my lonely self, and now I had sort of a virtual version of that. StJoan: you must have a beautiful soul GrandINQ its a compliment for you to notice my nick so many men hunger for my huge bouncing breasts but you love me for my mind GrandINQ: bet your actual breasts are cute but not huge i of course am a huge barbarian hero with muscles & jockstrap StJoan:bet the jockstrap chafes in a fight my tits are ok in realtime GrandINQ: so if you're the Maid you must be humble, beautiful, virginal and capable of making many, many men do your bidding StJoan: many men have done my bidding & they said i was capable all right GrandINQ: an army of men like Joan? they say an army marches on its stomach StJoan: they were doing pushups on my stomach, she says, as her jeans drop to the floor<grin> GrandINQ: <pants heavily> god you're fine - what nice legs! <takes off his shirt and scratches hairy chest> StJoan: she rips her shirt from her body, revealing her actually orange-sized breasts to him :) nobody ever talks nice about my legs GrandINQ:i'd spend a long time just rubbing your legs and feet as i slowly workd my way on up your body StJoan: i kneel on the floor before you, rubbing my boobs on your cock before i take you in my hot mouth. nobody ever has time for foreplay in these rooms GrandINQ: <gently pulls her sweet brown hair until her head tilts back, as his cock falls from her lips he gazes into her brown eyes and says no hurry baby> let me take a cyber-comb to your hair as you kneel there, is it really brown? long? StJoan: my mouth is empty and my hair is brown to my shoulders. my cunt is hot hurry up GrandINQ: my comb is fresh and shiny and im passing it thru your hair - feel it pulling your hair into order while you try to look me in the eyes instead of the cock StJoan: you have nice eye . . . balls mmm hair does feel good GrandINQ: your heads falling back as i comb - count to a hundred as I stroke your hair 1 2 3 4 I looked up and she was doing it, counting to a hundred under her breath, face crinkled with sly humor. As I watched her face relaxed and she counted herself into a relaxed state, smiling at the screen fondly. GrandINQ: and now im rubbing lotion on your feet VERY SLOWLY you're lying on your back with eyes closed She swayed and her eyes blinked. Wow, I thought. My screen lit as she typed: I sit up again kneel before you and suck your cock. my tongue is like cold fire as I lightly flick your head back and forth youre a nice guy GrandINQ: im a GRAND guy and wow you're quite a wench - my hands stroke your smooth shoulders and freshly combed hair, my eyes admire the fresh beauty of your face but im seeing spots now StJoan: and you moan, and i look into your wild eyes as your semen fills my mouth GrandINQ: my gratitude is a tangible thing as i hug you and kiss your upturned face StJoan: wiping off the cum first i hope GrandINQ: of course and then we sink to the ground which has become a fragrant green meadow and i cover your breasts with kisses. Do you like that? StJoan: my nipples buzz like honeybees and my eyes cross keep it up I stole another glance; her tongue was between her lips as she typed and her eyes were flaming with humor. Her face was bright red and absolutely beautiful. GrandINQ: bees buzz around us as my hands firmly stroke your lovely shoulders then arms then i squeeze your lovely breasts and run my hands over your belly and thighs. your legs arch with pleasure like a stroked kitten StJoan: i purr with pleasure like a pussy cat - so fuck me already GrandINQ: oh the torture has only just begun little girl i want this to be slow slow slow my hands are between your legs now, my thats wet StJoan: im tied to a table mr inquisitor with my legs apart GrandINQ: (cuts her loose from table) you havent the willpower to get up anyway, your hands scratch lightly at my strong arms as my lips travel from your nipples to your labia StJoan: help I watched her now as I typed. She was transfixed by the screen, mouth open and breath coming fast. Oh, what a treasure she was! That face, that SMILE! GrandINQ: my lips form a gentle suction around your clit which responds by enlarging and beginning to throb in time with your heartbeat, faster, faster. my tongue begins to slap back and forth across the clit and your eyes begin to blink, blink blink And they did for a second, then she shook her head and grinned evilly. Her little hands typed quickly: they blinked you bastard you are a sweet talker are you still doing me??? GrandINQ: youre moaning in time with my tongue and youre going to come, going to come, mmm, but not YET....(slurp slurp, yum) your little fingernails arent even scratching me now She was grinning like a fool, there across the room. She typed: oh all right you bully you TALKED ME INTO IT. (comes) oh you dirty-talking stud, i like all this (comes) attention & im bouncing up and down on my chair wishing it was you GrandINQ: wish it was me too wish it was my face StJoan: wish i could grab you and do that for real - im soooo horny now GrandINQ: you CAN grab me - I'm the guy in the Dave Matthews Band tshirt sitting across from you. glasses and a little beard? eyes full of stars? She jerked away from the screen and stared around wildly. Our eyes met. She turned red. I turned red. She was seeing a completely ordinary fellow, with no particular distinguishing marks. A nerd, maybe, certainly no jockstrapped barabarian hero. She jumped up and left the room, abandoning her coffee as she fled. I groaned and followed her out. She was leaning against the brick wall under the neon, shoulders heaving and head down. "I fucked it all up, didn't I?" I said to her back. "I should have been a ghost, and never told you who I was. Maybe when we were better friends I could have introduced myself and this would have worked. But I'm not really a good liar, and I intended from the start to tell you. Sorry, I'm sorry, and I won't hit on you any more or like, follow you, so don't worry. Goodbye, and -" And about this time I realized she was shaking with laughter, not sobbing, and she turned two eyes like hot searchlights on me, smiled that wonderful smile and said intensely, "If you leave after that, so help me I'll kill you. I hope you live nearby because I'm gonna have a meltdown and start stripping in about five minutes." I did. She did. We made it just in time. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /