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Copyright© 1994-2003
"There was a gay Countess of Bray
And you may think it odd when I say,
That in spite of high station
- Rank and education,
She always spelled cunt with a 'K'."
-author unknown
[the characters in this story in no way resemble or are based upon real people... ... or maybe they are... ]
Cast:
{guys}{girls} HardriveSamantha CaesarSinfull Sara Buster BunnyTasty Tina MerlinTits Claw (guest star)Play:
My astonished eyes viewed many unfamiliar faces for the first time. I knew all of these people, in an odd and kinky way - through electronic mail. I made love countless times, to Sinfull Sara who sucked my digital cock for hours on end; all through mail passed upon a network by the name of AdventureNet. With a name like that, it suggested many indiscretion and smoldering kinky thoughts. On the contrary; it was just a place to drop a message in and chat, and with over twenty topic areas, only two were devoted to sex. Definitely not enough for a simple young man like myself!
Since a few that read this may not have met any of these people, I will not reveal any quirks or unsavoury knowledge about the players. In fact, even certain specific descriptions will be hidden to continue the "mystery" and attraction, just like the fun of electronic mail.
It was suggested by the sysops of AdventureNet to hold a sysop meet, or as some of us had called it, the "Nerd's Gathering". With many of our outlets in far away places, the idea was broadened to allow a few faithful users to attend. We are a small but loud bunch, as it were.
I had met a few faces that turned to smile at me, but most I had never seen before. Someone yelled, "Hail Caesar!", and that instantly brought a blush to my face. When I initially began to post in the adult areas, I kept my "real" identity hidden, but the knowledge was now commonly known since I became a system operator.
Since someone was using aliases towards me I responded, "Hey Buster! You ol' shit!" He came up to me, and looked just a little relieved to see a face he knew.
His usual reply, "Ol' shit?!" We laughed that off, as per usual.
"Hey Buster, meet Sara. Better known as Sinfull Sara." His left eyebrow raised at the new knowledge and he smiled hugely while nervously shaking her tiny hand. Sara had arrived with me; she was a friend and an electronic lover whom, as I mentioned, had often traded sexual encounters with me on-line. I saw someone else in the crowd laughing loudly. "Hey Hardrive! Are we using aliases today?" It was more of a yell, since the noise in that large yard was surprisingly loud.
"Well look who's here... Sure! Aliases it is!" He waded his way over towards me and my two friends. Trailing him was another young lady who immediately caught my eye. Hardrive noticed and revealed her name laughingly. "Tits, meet Caesar." I recognized her alias as well as the reason she had chosen it.
This time I was surprised when her eyebrow raised, and we shook hands. "You have a great imagination?" It was more of a question than a statement.
Accompanied by a few forward comments and more than a single snicker I responded, "Thank you. The research is the best!" I meant it, but sadly, I was mostly just using common male bravado, which we all knew, except perhaps naive Buster, who laughed loudest. "And why had you never told me that?" I asked with a playful, snide voice.
"Well, been busy..." An excuse I was well acquainted with, as I had also been busy lately. "I usually like the stories where the woman is in control." I smiled and placed my hand in hers to warmly shake it.
"Hey, Samantha! What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were avoiding me or something." A woman of medium height, with blond hair and in her early thirties came up to me and promptly slapped my arm. "Hey... !"
"That's for not calling me." She then quickly smiled sweetly for the rest of the surprised crowd, and stuck her hand out to shake first Hardrive's, then Buster's. As you may have noticed, we knew each other.
Sara pulled me over towards a sturdy old picnic table, and we sat next to each other. Tits and Hardrive drifted into the crowd while the other two also found spots at the table. Someone tapped me on the shoulder even while Buster Bunny began to discuss his new computer with us. "Hey, I heard you were Caesar?"
"Lies!" I spoke even before I turned to see another guy.
"The name is Merlin." We shook hands. "Nice to finally meet you?" He sat at the table also.
We began the boring discussion of "nerd speak", or computers. I squeezed Sara's thigh and whispered to her that I was going to get us some drinks. She smiled and nodded affirmative.
At a rickety old card table, several cases of alcohol and soft drinks moved haphazardly as I pulled out four cans of Coke from the cooler, and almost tipped the beer keg upon the ground. Damn, I never knew those things were so heavy!
"Hi." It was not a shy voice, just unsure. "Hardrive pointed you out..."
I comically balanced the four cans in one hand as I spoke, "Well, you can never believe anything he has to say!" We shook, as per the custom, and she laughed pleasantly at my simple joke.
"I am Tasty Tina." I tried, unsuccessfully, to hide my interest. "Could I help you with those?" She already had her own drink.
"Please!" She knew the direction I was heading since she led the way back to my table.
"Everyone, this is Tina. Tasty Tina." All answered in their own time, "Hi". She sat opposite me and Sara and integrated right into the conversation that had been going on, while I, on the other hand, was becoming bored with the typical chatting. The crowd was becoming thicker and our little group commanding the table almost got stuck from the moving bodies about our little island. I learned little that I hadn't already known about those sitting with me. Our conversation was still a little acquired, and just a bit forced. Most of us were still strangers no matter how intimate we had gotten on line.
A hand interrupted my thoughts. Or rather, dainty playful fingertips broke my boredom.
Sitting next to me, Sinfull Sara, shy, quiet, cute Sara, was seemingly listening intently while her hand felt my upper thigh and inner knee at her leisure. We had known each other for over a year, long before we had begun our little "encounters" on-line. But never in all those meetings or times that we had spent together had she been so forward as to make a pass at me, and at a time like this, sitting at a crowded table while scores of people drifted about it. Perhaps she began it as a joke, but I didn't acknowledge it or stop her. It was illogical and so unlike the shy young woman I knew. But of course, I didn't complain.
For the next few hours, I met many different and forgettable people, but our little group remained the same. It as a comfort zone, and I enjoyed the sporadic fingers upon my jeans-covered leg, so we all remained together. I sat listening to the wonderful ladies at my table, studying each face as they spoke or smiled, learning the colour of their eyes, the way they tilted their heads, the pouting lips, the length of their eyebrows. I became infatuated and addicted to just sitting amongst these few people.
Was it any wonder, between the soft fingers to the smooth bright intoxicating female faces sitting before, that I became physically, and mentally, excited?
Sara was the first to realize my predicament, as her strolling fingertips came in contact with the reaching head of my manhood. It was the first time she lost control of her faculties that afternoon, and she visibly shivered and lost her train of thought. She had been speaking to Tina at the time, and the woman across from me seemed to be the only one that noticed anything untoward. The fingers became bold and no longer dainty as they measured and grasped my hardness.
Tina shared a private smile with me, probably guessing the circumstances that were happening under the table. "Could I get anyone a drink?" I nodded no, and my friend Sara missed the question entirely. But this gave Tasty Tina an excuse to get away from the table. This in itself was nothing, but when she returned, she spent some time a few feet from the table, an angle that gave her an excellent view of my lap. When she again sat down, she smiled at me with a new twinkle in her eye.
Sitting was becoming uncomfortable, and Sara seemed determined to unzip my jeans, though I often pulled her hand from my lap as a deterrent. This was not the time nor the place. Possibly the enjoyment may not have gone much farther than that, but Samantha sitting on the other side of me got up and went to chat with someone in the crowd she knew. Tina immediately replaced her, sitting far enough back to catch an eyeful of the movement over the bulge in my jeans.
During this time, my eyes didn't notice that the early evening had thinned out the crowd, and the noise level had decreased somewhat. It was not impossible to move about the yard and Buster Bunny and Merlin decided to move to another location for more chatting, especially since Sara, Tina, and myself were not talking all that much.
Tasty Tina politely and softly laid her hand upon my cheek, prompting me to turn my head towards her. I found her face inches from mine, her lips naturally coming in contact with my own. It was effortless, and seemed unnatural not to do it. Her full lips parted to allow her moist tongue to spear into me, my nearest hand reaching out to pull her closer towards me. We duelled and parried with our tongues, my thoughts filled with lust and one-minded passion towards these two women.
I remembered the small hungry woman sitting to the opposite of this tasty woman, and I parted, leaving a lingering look as a promise to return to her inviting lips. My head turned and my lips found Sara's. Like a hell cat she attacked my mouth, demanding my passion to invade her. Distantly, I felt two hands now stroke and fondle my covered penis. I could not believe what I was doing, or where I was doing it. I neither cared if someone saw me, nor if it bothered their conservative ways. Hell, my thoughts were very distant from this group of computer nerds. The two lusty women had taken care of that. The evening was just starting and I began to wonder just what this party was about to lead to.
A beat took control of my speeding heart rate - someone had turned on some music. When I took but a second I looked up to find the crowd all but gone, except for a few individuals. Merlin was slow dancing with Samantha, his hand enjoying the roundness of her right buttock. Hardrive was sitting in a lawn chair with Tits sitting facing him, their lips also locked. Buster sat watching me, and I promptly gave him the finger. I had missed the moment where this party turned into something else - something much more interesting. Had I been the initial cause of it with my passionate embrace between two gorgeous women? A part of me hoped so.
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