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<DISCLAIMER>
miners can't read without those lamp-hats on their heads. feel free to
copy or archive. do whatever you want with it, just don't blame me.
your mileage may vary.

<BACKGROUND>
in the remotest depths of 1991 or 1992 or 1993 -- back when the
worldwide web was just a gleam of spit in the corner of marc
andreesen's pouty little mouth -- i spent lots and lots of time (and
LOTS AND LOTS of money) dialed up to an annoying little bulletin board
somewhere in america's heartland. it was an addiction that i thought
i'd kicked... but sometimes on cold winter nights when my boyfriend is
miles away it comes back.

if you recognize yourself as a combatant in any of these, feel free to
contact me (parasol_60@yahoo.com) but no flames, please, cuz i'm a
delicate frail flower who might not be able to stand it.

<OBLIGATORY WHITESPACE>





<INTRODUCTION - SR>
I wrote this for a very close chat friend, wanted to develop a more
"polished" fantasy to share with her. She loved it; told me it made
her think of "Bridges of Madison County" -- which was just out in
hardcover at the time. At the time I guess that made me feel good.
Nowadays I'm not so sure. It's a different world, isn't it?





Bi-play With A Friend

It was the evening of a crisp Fall day. The sky still glowed faintly
in the west, but streetlights were starting to flicker on through the
trees. Dry leaves crinkled underfoot, the gusting wind swirled them in
the gutters and across the sidewalk. The threat of an overnight frost
made me glad for my long wool skirt and the high cowl-neck collar on
my sweater. I clutched my jacket tighter around my shoulders and
headed on up the walk.
  
At the door I had scarcely pressed the buzzer when someone was there
to let me in. "Sara? Is it you?" she asked with just a tilt of her head.
  
"It's me," I smiled, "If you're Judy?" I found myself staring into her
deep blue eyes, wondering for the thousandth time why I was here, had
I gone totally nuts?
  
But she smiled. A warm, inviting smile that started with her mouth and
drifted upwards into the crinkle at the outer edges of her eyes; a
smile that removed my lingering doubts. She said, "Yeah, I'm Judy. I'm
really glad you could make it," and I knew why I had come. We'd been
friends for so long, it seemed strange to only be meeting her now. For
a second I wasn't sure whether I should hug her, but as if we'd had
the thought at the same time we spread our arms, I walked inside the
doorway, and we embraced.
  
For hours we sat and talked, I shared with her stories of growing up,
my friends in high school -- Brenda, my best friend, with the flaming
red hair; Terry, who first taught me the things "nice girls do"; the
story of Eddy and that incident with the popsicle sticks -- things I
was sure I'd forgotten. We drank lemonade from jelly glasses and
talked about baking cookies and chasing fireflies and growing up.
  
She told me stories: memories of music and dancing, the electric
thrill of discovery the first time she was aware of a man's eyes on
her, a kid's crushes on pop stars and girls a year or two older,
stolen kisses out behind the stadium in the evening. I found myself
staring once or twice while she talked, imagining the way my fingers
might trace the bridge of her nose, or lightly brush the hollow of her
eyelids. I imagined what I would do to change her makeup (a compulsive
habit), or imagined the delicate scent of her hair, or wondered where
she bought her clothes, or what underwear she was wearing. From time
to time I had to blush and look away, embarrassed that she'd become
aware of the way I stared at the movement of her lips as she spoke.
Day passed into evening that way, we sat and talked without realizing
that the sun had gone down and we'd yet to put on any lights, and were
famished as well.
  
We decided that rather than raid her kitchen we'd dutch at a
restaurant she knew; she drove me because she knew the local roads --
a girl from the east could get lost on those long, straight midwestern
streets! The stars peeked through some hazy scudding clouds, a
crescent moon hung overhead, she drove a little too fast -- just the
way I liked.

Over appetizers we continued our conversation, plus we got at chance
to rank the local guy-talent. I confessed to my secret passion for
beefcake hunks, even though I always seemed to end up with the kind of
gawky pencil-neck accountant types. There was one guy eating pretzels
at the bar, I pointed him out and Judy said, "Hmmm. I wonder if he has
a boyfriend for me."

I couldn't help it, I said with a smile, "Really? I'd have thought you
were wondering if he had a girlfriend for you!"
  
She reached and touched my hand, whispering, "I've already got a
girlfriend." Without a sound she mouthed the words, "Don't I?" and let
her lips form a silent kiss while her eyes sought confirmation from
mine. I felt a scarlet blush flame across my chest and suffuse my
face, and prayed it was dark enough she wouldn't notice. No such luck,
her fingers squeezed mine and she smiled.
 
The guy at the bar, meanwhile, seemed to be alone. Despite the cool
weather he was dressed in some sort of short-sleeve knit shirt that
showed off his well-developed chest and muscular upper arms. To change
the subject I asked her what she thought of him.
  
"He's been sucking down shooters since we came in here. I bet his
resistance is real low. Think of the things we could do with a body
like that!" She looked him over appreciatively, I could see her eyes
slowly caress his frame, his thin waist, his tight ass in those khaki
pants. "How old do you think he is?" she
asked. 
  
I checked out his light-brown, neatly trimmed hair, without a hint of
any gray or receding hairline. "Looks about 25 or 26 to me, what do
you think?"
  
"Maybe. Think he's worth a shot?" she looked across the table at me.
  
My eyebrows narrowed, "What do you mean?"
  
"Don't come on little-miss-innocent with me, Sara. You know exactly
what I mean! Do we go for him or not?"
  
I looked at him again. He looked clean, he looked sexy, he looked
really healthy. He looked like a good time staring me in the face and
I wondered if I was going to pass this one up too, the way I'd passed
up so many in my life. My voice shook just a little, but I looked her
in the eyes and whispered, "We go for him." Before I knew it I was on
my feet and had moved to the barstool next to him. My hand reached for
a pretzel in his bowl, he reacted with a shock as his hand brushed
mine absently.
  
"Oh, I'm sorry," he gushed. His voice was husky, but had that velvet
undertone guys take on when they've been drinking. 
  
"No problem." I caught his eye. "My friend and I," I nodded to Judy
across the room, "were wondering if you'd like to chat a while."

He was clearly flustered, and seemed to stutter for a second or so
until I said, "Oh, not here. We could go someplace more private if you
like." If anything this flustered him even more. I covered his hand
with mine, he calmed instantly, grabbed his jacket from a nearby hook,
and followed me to the table, where Judy had thrown down some money
and risen to her feet.
   
It was sort of funny, but of all things they shook hands on meeting.
He told us his name, Ken, then meekly followed us to the parking lot
and Judy's car. I wasn't about to let him get away at this point, so
we squeezed into the front seat together -- Ken and I shared the
passenger's seat. I sat on his lap, aware of Judy's obvious envy. I
wasn't sure which one she was most envious of, him or me; I don't
think she knew either. 

I squirmed into his lap, he wrapped his arms around me and I let him
smell the hair at the back of my neck. I moaned once when his hands
closed on my breasts; I looked over at her through hooded eyes. Traces
of an enigmatic smile played with the corners of her mouth and she
drove -- if anything -- even faster than earlier that evening. The
streetlights shot by in a blur.
  
At her apartment, once we'd closed the door I turned and plastered my
body to his. He was a full head taller than either of us, I could just
bite the skin of his neck if I craned and stood on tiptoe. Judy came
up behind him, sandwiching his gorgeous body between us. My hands
sought the snaps and zippers of his jeans, he kicked off his shoes and
Judy pulled his shirt over his head. Soon enough we had him bare-ass
naked, standing in his white socks, in the middle of her living room.
Her hands on his waist, Judy marched him to the bedroom, where he fell
backwards across the bed, a shit-eating grin suffusing his features.
  
She was standing beside the bed and I looked over at her, antsy with
anticipation. She winked at me, I moved behind her and deftly removed
her top, leaving my hands on her shoulders, lightly brushing her bra
straps. I let my lips brush the hair on the back of her neck then,
with a tiny growl in her ear I unhooked her bra and pushed her down
onto the bed beside our new friend. He reached out for her, balancing
her with a hand in each armpit. He lifted her forward and up over his
face, clumsily suckling one pert, pointed breast between his lips.
  
Judy let out a little yelp -- he had bitten down a little bit hard on
her sensitive nipple. I reached between his legs and grasped the loose
skin of his balls, squeezing tight. When I was sure I had his
undivided attention I growled, "Better be good, Kenny-boy. Wouldn't
want anybody to get hurt, we've got big plans for you tonight." 
  
He was all meekness and contrition, and gave her a feeble tongue-tied
apology as best he could. She beamed down at him and purred, "I know a
better way you could apologize." She shucked her panties and squirmed
her way up his body, plastering herself across his face. He mouthed at
her hungrily -- sending her into a minor fit of giggles -- while I
stripped the rest of my clothes. I crawled up onto the bed and
straddled his waist. I was directly behind Judy, and started to stroke
the soft skin of her shoulders with my fingertips as she rocked back
and forth on the tip of Ken's lapping tongue.

My hands stroked around her upper arms, tickling the warm depressions
underneath, then moving to the downy velvet swell of her lower
breasts. I felt an almost electric tingle in my fingers as I slowly
circled her nipples, coaxing them erect with my fingertips. I slowly
stroked the swollen nubs between my thumb and the back of my knuckles.
The dual pressure of my hands on her breasts and Ken's tongue between
her legs started her quivering and I quickly moved closer, clasping
her back to my chest to balance and support her as she began to moan
softly between clenched teeth, "Oh god, sweet." Her moaning turned
into gasps as she pressed herself harder against Ken's clumsy slurping
tongue and his lightly bristled cheeks.
  
She arched her neck, her hair draping itself across my shoulders and
stroking my face. I let my teeth begin to graze her earlobe then took
her entire ear into my mouth and stroked the sensitive inner folds
with my soft wet tongue. My breasts were pressed tight into her
shoulderblades, my own nipples, swollen, strained for the returning
pressure of her skin. My pubic hair was drenched with my own moisture
and I slowly tickled that hair across Ken's chest. His hands moved to
my hips and began stroking up and down across my thighs, then one of
his powerful hands moved between my legs where the back of his thumb
grazed my swollen clit. He slowly inserted two fingers inside me as I
rocked behind Judy, gasping and mumbling nothing into her ear.
  
"Turn around," she whispered to me, wrenching her pussy from his face
and moving herself to straddle his long-neglected hips. I obediently
twisted myself around, my legs spread over his mouth. My thighs could
feel the wetness of his cheeks, still drenched with her scent. I
looked across his powerful body at Judy, positioned to receive his
upward thrust as the first rubbery strokes of his tongue salved the
twisted inner folds of my pussy. With two fingers on the base of his
cock she slowly lowered herself onto him, the flared bulbous head and
thick veined shaft gradually being engulfed in her warm, wet, downy
mound. When she had finally taken him fully inside herself she reached
out her hands to me, and we fell together, hugging at first, then
seeking each others' mouths where we let our tongues intertwine,
savoring the soft warm strokes of our tongues on each others tongue,
teeth, and gums. Our breasts swayed together, nipples grazing each
other as we swayed to the gentle rhythm of our rocking together on top
of Ken's muscular frame.
  
My hands fell from her shoulders to her hips, then traced across the
soft swell of her stomach to where my fingers could slowly twine in
her sweet dark fleece. I felt for the inner folds of her clit, and
could easily touch the soft lips and swollen nub as they slightly
stretched each time Ken's shaft invaded her. With the softest of
touches in that most delicate of places I coaxed her into a state of
even greater agitation and excitement. From the frenzied way she began
to hump him and the way her breasts bounced against mine I could tell
that she was about to come. Leaving my right hand to attend to her
clitoris I moved my left hand to her breast where I gently grasped the
nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned helplessly into my
mouth, arching her neck and quivering uncontrollably while her fingers
grasped convulsively at my back and her cunt clutched at Ken's
pulsating prick.

I pressed my own clit against the swell of his tongue and rubbed
myself feverishly against the pressure of his lips and shortly joined
her in orgasm, my own thighs clutching convulsively at his cheeks.
With another short kiss she and I fell together on the bed, our arms
around each other and our legs around our friend with the prick. 
  
After a few minutes we were again able to see straight and slowly
started sorting ourselves out. As I began to rise from the bed,
though, Ken grabbed my hips from behind and forcefully reminded me he
hadn't been adequately serviced. I sank back against his chest while
Judy took his cock between her hands and positioned it at the entrance
to my pussy. With a flick of her wrists she popped it up and inside
me. The flared head stroked my inner walls, spreading the dripping
moisture and soothing the fevered itching of my cunt. I stroked myself
up and down, the cheeks of my ass rocking back and forth on his hairy
abdomen. His hands reached up onto my chest and cupped my breasts in
his palms. I lay back across him and enjoyed the feeling of his lust
until, as I lay there, I felt the gentlest of tender, warm caresses
between my spread legs, then Judy's soft lips on my clit, teasing it,
coaxing it to life, stroking my inner lips with her sweet warm tongue. 
  
She painted swirls of luscious dew from one side of my pussy to the
other, reveling in my curly floss, lingering for eternal moments over
my quivering tumescent clit, stroking the rigid shaft of Ken's prick
where it entered my cunt-hole. I reached down and touched her face
with my fingertips, the soft eyebrows, the taut cheekbones, the supple
lips; then back across her ears to curl her silken hair between my
fingers, to grab huge handfuls of her gorgeous locks as she slurped
from the base of Ken's pole upwards to the puckered skin of my hole,
stroking further upward to ravish the eager flesh of my clit with her
silken lips and velvet tongue. She continued these ministrations, her
hands stroking across my belly, working gradually across my ribs to
join Ken's hands on my tits, where she brusquely brushed him aside and
teased the flesh of my breasts with the lightest of gentle strokes,
upward across the hollow of my armpits to the puckered recesses of my
areole.
  
The gentle drip of my juices and her warm spit drooling across his
prick and down along his balls finally sent Ken into a frenzied
bucking of his hips, as with a guttural moan his balls sent their
sweet warm load coursing through his prick to splatter against the
deepest wells of my cunt. The heat of his jism, the warmth of her
tongue, the feel of their hands on my chest pushed me gently over the
edge and I fell blissfully into a gorgeous, swooning orgasm that
spread like fire from those precious points of contact out across the
clenched cheeks of my ass and the relaxed swell of my belly. His prick
plopped out of me, the last few gobs of his spunk shooting up to land
on my pubic hair where Judy eagerly brushed it aside with her tongue. 
  
My hands still twined in her hair I pulled her upwards across my body
to plaster her soft warm body against me, kissing her so deep, hard,
and wet that I thought our mouths must finally melt together. Our arms
locked around each other and we rolled off Ken, who promptly rolled
over and began to drowse. I murmured sweetness into her ears, heard
the same from her, and as a burning wave of longing and desire flooded
my ribcage, I decided that drowning in her blue eyes was the way I'd
most prefer to die.




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