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I rolled over and buried my face in the sofa cushions, wishing I didn't have to wake up but knowing I'd be awake til three in the morning if I napped any more. I felt sticky in my tee-shirt and sweatpants and my tongue tasted like the filling inside the dusty upholstery. After breathing the musty odor of the sofa for a while, I shifted onto my back and extended my cramped joints, easing my legs straight and flexing my biceps. The ceiling glowed orange with sunlight, a shade which soothed my stinging eyes. I glanced over at the VCR: the blue-lighted timer read 4:43. "Fucking daylight savings," I muttered. Nightfall by five o'clock just isn't right, for me anyway. I coughed and reached for my cigarettes on the coffee table. I sucked the smoke down my raw throat and coughed again. Near five packs in the last 30 hours, having been up for 26 of them. I fought my drowsiness by doing mental calculation: 100 smokes in 26 hours, make it 25 for ease, that's four an hour, one every fifteen minutes. Shit's getting ridiculous, I thought, sitting up on the edge of the sofa, that's ten bucks. Maybe I'll quit. "Yeah, right," I told myself as I shuffled into the kitchen. I poured water through the coffee maker and stared at the brown stream filling the decanter. Always takes too long, always, always, always. I went to the bathroom and peed, then stared at my reflection in the mirror. Red crumples all over my face from the sofa cushions, hair flying in all directions, beard mussed. I tossed my cigarette in the toilet with a sizzle, splashed water on my cheeks and forehead, and ran my wet fingers over my scalp. I pulled a comb through my hair and beard and smiled crookedly at myself. Four hours of sleep does not a chipper person make. Nothing a good black cup of man's best friend wouldn't fix, though. I poured half the pot of coffee into the ceramic beer tankard I'd gotten for Christmas and went back to the couch. I sipped the hot drink and lit another cigarette, then picked up the sheaf of papers that I was editing. I tried to focus on the words, concentrate on the grammar, but it was useless. I tossed the manuscript back on the table, picked up the TV remote, and began flicking through the channels. Rerun heaven. "Mr. Belvedere," "Who's the Boss?,"--ah, "Jeopardy." I played along for a while, mumbling the answers into my tankard while I infused myself with caffeine. The contestants were dismal, missing easy answers and using no strategy at all. When Double Jeopardy had ended, the high score was only $3600, but that was enough to guarantee victory. I fumbled for the remote to check the end of "Who's the Boss?" My thumb hit the Play button as I groped for the control, and the VCR sprang to life. Lynn chose that moment to walk in the door. I turned to greet her. "Hi, hon. How're you?" "Fine. Did you get--" Her face crinkled as her gaze moved from my face to the TV screen. "Interesting," she continued. "Where did that come from?" I froze as the movie's soundtrack crescendoed. The tinny, tuneless music and the gasping breaths from the actors confirmed my thoughts without turning around: I'd forgotten to put the porn tape away. After Lynn had called earlier, I'd been aroused and had some self-gratification before going to sleep. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten to put the tape back into my hidden library. I tried three or four excuses in my mind before going to the old standby. "What?" I turned around and tried to look shocked. "Geez, I don't know!" I looked back at Lynn and found she was smiling. "I, uh, I just woke up. I don't remember--" "Oh, never mind," she said. "Whatever turns you on. You want some dinner or are you just going to watch TV?" I clicked the VCR off and walked over to her, taking one of the grocery sacks from her arms. "Dinner," I said, pecking her on the forehead. Lynn chatted about her day while she mixed up a pot of spaghetti sauce. I drank my coffee and just listened to her voice. Her accent never fails to delight me: Lynn is from New Zealand, and the lilt in her speech keeps me glued to her every word. Even when she's not speaking she holds my undivided attention as one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. While she talked about her history lecture, I considered the extraordinary luck which brought her to me from half- way around the world. Yes, living in a university town is advantageous. So is having a friend who tends bar: I met Lynn when my pal John introduced us on a slow night. With only six of us drinking, John had nothing better to do than lean on the bar and make conversation. He got to talking with Lynn when she ordered, and soon she was sitting on the stool next to me; three hours later, she and I were talking over coffee in an all-night diner. Now, after six months, we were eating dinner together most nights, and considering ending one of our leases. The aromas of basil and oregano wafted through the kitchen as Lynn stirred the kettle of sauce. She folded in a pan of sauteed mushrooms, put the lid on the kettle, and reduced the heat. "Well," she said, "Thirty minutes to simmer." Her hands went to her blouse and she began releasing the buttons as she walked out of the room. "I'm going to shower before we eat. Don't let that burn, Will." The urge to follow her was strong. I filled a pot with water for the pasta while I debated. When I heard the shower begin to strum on the tub, I went to the bedroom to at least get some clean clothes. I opened the closet and noticed my box of tapes lying on the floor with an empty sleeve on top. I hurried back into the living room, retrieved the movie from the VCR, and put it back in the box, hiding it away in the corner where it belonged. I returned to the kitchen and stirred the sauce. It was thickening nicely so I put the gas on beneath the water. Lynn came in wearing a long white robe just as the water was beginning to boil. I asked her to finish the pasta so I could clean up, and went to take a "standing bath" with a washcloth. I rinsed off the stickiness of sleep and came to the dinner table in a fresh pair of sweats. We don't stand on convention when it's just the two of us. It turned out I was hungrier than I thought, and two helpings later I leaned back, sated, with a cigarette and another tankard of coffee. Drowsiness threatened to overtake me again, so I eagerly accepted Lynn's offer to cuddle and watch TV. Her warm skin on mine still sent thrills through me. We found "Caddyshack" just starting, and Lynn leaned back on my chest as we settled into the sofa. Old as it is, the movie's still good for a few grins, and at least it was keeping my eyes open. We smoked and laughed and echoed the good lines until the massage scene. Lynn perked up and nestled her brown locks deeper into my shoulder. Her blue eyes gleamed at the oily body on the screen. I breathed her delicate floral perfume and tightened my hand on hers. "Maybe--" she said, then closed her mouth. "What?" "You want to watch something else?" she asked, sitting up. "If you want," I said, clicking the remote through the channels. Her hand covered mine. "Show me something hidden in your closet." She smiled and pulled the barrette from her hair, shaking it loose to dangle on her shoulders. Another lusty gaze and I was in the bedroom, thumbing through the titles. I chose one which I thought Lynn might like and returned to the living room. Lynn had removed her robe and sat curled up in a pink teddy. I stuffed the tape into the machine and stripped down to my boxers before sitting down next to her. I'd chosen a collage of several short pieces which had a good range of kinkiness. Before it had gotten very far, Lynn had pulled my legs apart and scooted in between them, leaning against me with my cock pinned to her leg and her left breast pushing on my chest. I put my arm around her and stroked the satin on her torso while the movie progressed. The first scene was about two teenagers who went to Auntie's house. There they screwed this older woman who had a few pounds to lose but enormous tits. I stiffened uncomfortably against Lynn's thigh, and she shifted a bit to let me readjust myself. When she moved back against me we ignored the fact that my fly had widened and my head was peeking out. After a few minutes of tit-fucking on the screen, the vignette ended and segued into another. I knew we were coming into a lesbian scene, and I watched Lynn as much as I watched the video, waiting for her reaction. She touched her nipples lightly a few times, but on the whole seemed impartial to the Sapphic love. No matter, I decided, the next part would get her going. I sipped my coffee while the actresses' climaxes subsided. During the transition between loops, Lynn turned and kissed me. Her warmth covered me as she lay on my chest, and I reciprocated her mouth's movements. She dragged her calf over my shins and tickled my nipples with quick, soft pinches. Then she rolled back over to watch the film. I put one hand under her right breast, and she clenched the other on her stomach. She had a deep fascination with my hands, something I found curious. My hands are nothing special, to me anyway, but Lynn delighted in examining each finger, measuring it, kissing it, bending it, then on to the next. Sometimes she would give me a manicure as foreplay, and by the time she was finished I'd be quivering. Now, though, she simply entwined her fingers in mine and held me tight against her. The TV showed a bedroom with two men and a woman, and the husband had just given his wife the services of the other man for her birthday. She sucked them both, had them both suck her nipples and eat her pussy, and then drove one prick up her ass and took the other into her cunt, rocking the two cocks into herself. I was throbbing painfully by then, and began squeezing Lynn's titflesh. Her free hand drifted down to my crotch and she reached into my boxers to pull me out. Holding my erection at its base, she took our clasped hands and gripped me between our palms. I slid my hand under the teddy and rolled her nipple under my open hand. Lynn sighed and we began stroking my hardon together. I knew that most of the rest of the movie was dull and stereotypical, so I fast-forwarded to the last story, one with a redhead masturbating on a bed. Lynn perked up considerably at this, and soon had a hand on her own pussy. I removed my hand from our two-fisted masturbation and trailed it down to her crotch, helping her as she'd helped me. Lynn rolled over and we kissed hard, tongues moving in tandem. I slid the straps of her teddy off her shoulders and nuzzled down her neck to the cleft between her pillowy tits. My hands rode up her sides to meet my beard against her chest, and I massaged her nipples to hardness while planting kisses over the softness. Lynn, meanwhile, had begun kneading the muscles in my legs, working them like putty. Her mouth moved at random, touching my ears, my shoulders, my hair. She rocked her pelvis occasionally, gliding the pink satin over my dry cock with a ticklish burning sensation. I groaned and swirled my tongue over her eraser-tips before cupping her ass and carrying her to the bedroom. I laid her on the futon and stood above her, letting my boxers fall to the floor. She shimmied back to the wall and leaned her shoulders on it, letting her legs splay open. She pulled the fabric from her breasts and drew circles around her crinkling nipples. My cock throbbed as I gazed at the darkness in the crotch of the teddy. Her pubes peeked from the edges of the satin, and when she pulled it tighter over her mound, more hair was exposed. I fell to my knees at the end of the bed and bent down to lavish my love on her. I crawled up between her knees and kissed the inside of each bend, slithering my tongue between the joint like I would her delicate vulva later. She massaged the firm flesh of her tits as I rained kisses over her legs. I danced my fingertips in random patterns which I followed with my mouth, occasionally gliding my bearded cheeks along Lynn's smooth shaved skin. She shuddered in delight at the variety of sensations. I smelled Lynn's arousal and moved up to trace the damp patch in her teddy. As my finger outlined her moistness it increased, until I had spiraled her juices over the entire crotch. I palmed her pussy and put increasing pressure onto it until she moaned. I held my palm to her mouth and she lapped it clean. I eased up to suckle her mounds and her hands fell away, giving me free reign over her chest. When my tongue touched her nipple, her back spasmed into an arch as a small orgasm zipped through her. I sucked and nibbled on her nubbins until they were bright red in their erection. Her hands found my cock and I twitched also at the electric shock of her touch. She spread the drops of pre-cum over my spongy head and made a ring with her thumb and forefinger, slowly drawing the circlet of flesh up and down my shaft. I was desperately near exploding. Lynn pushed me away and turned around, displaying her ass. I loved the sight of her creamy cheeks centered around the thin strip of pink fabric. I ran my tongue down the fabric to her mound. I pulled the three tiny snaps open and pulled the rear flap away with one hand while laying two fingers of the other along her opening. I slid up and down her nether lips, dipping in and out to spread her moisture over her entire pussy. She rolled her hips in an attempt to get me onto her clit or inside her, but I kept on the surface, prolonging the onset of her ecstasy. I put my lips over my fingers and pulled my hand away, kissing her aromatic skin and licking her musky juices. Lynn pushed back against my face, and I planted a gentle bite on her buttocks. She jumped away and fell flat on the futon. She rolled over and smiled. "Not fair," she said. "Give me something to bite." "Not fair," she said. "Give me something to bite." I walked on my knees up to her tits, my cock hanging just above her round flesh. Lynn's hands curled around my buttocks and she pulled me closer, until my prick was dripping its pre-cum onto her tongue. She engulfed me into her wet, red orifice and began sucking like she never had before. The sight reminded me of the tape we'd watched, and although I hadn't noticed any new techniques, Lynn was performing quite differently. She must have studied more carefully than I. It didn't take long before I was groaning and holding back as well as I could. Lynn knew what was coming and pushed me back, licking her lips. "On your back," she said, scrambling to her feet. I obediently rolled over and watched as she pushed the teddy from her waist to the floor. She remounted the bed and stood over my groin, her pussy gleaming with her juices. With a slow, langorous motion she knelt down onto my pelvis, and in a flash she had me in her. We gasped in unison. Lynn leaned forward until her nipples were brushing my chest hair, and then began fucking in earnest. Her tits bobbed as she surged forward and back, impaling herself on me as I gazed at her grimace. Even under stress she was beautiful. It wasn't long before she was panting. With her on top I was helpless, and I depended on her to prolong my cumming. She would choose when I got release, and she obviously intended to get off before me. I got selfish. My groin was spasming in need of ejaculation, and I grabbed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart as I squeezed. Her gasps became grunts and whimpers as she bounced on my cock, culminating in a scream as I pushed a finger on her ass. Her pussy clamped onto my cock. I forced a rough rumble from my chest as she ground to a halt on me, and I shot into her like an unkinked hose. My hands slid up her back and I hugged her tightly to me as the orgasm subsided. Lynn's lips found mine and we laid together for many minutes, murmuring our love story. Soon hunger was upon us, and I bounced into the kitchen, returning with cookies and milk. We laughed as we dunked the cookies and dropped crumbs on the sheets, children disobeying Mother's every rule about food. Lynn daubed milk on her nipples and I nursed it away. Then she crawled off the bed and over to the closet, leaving a sticky trail of dripping juices on the sheets. She began rummaging through my box of video tapes, setting those with interesting titles to the side. "Are you startled?" I asked. "No, not startled. Intrigued. Turned-on. What else do you have hiding in here?" She clambered over my shoes and found another box hiding in the deepest corner of the closet. With a grunt she lifted it out into the room. She smiled and made dramatic gestures in opening the cardboard flaps. Looking down with a gasp, she found the stack of backup floppies full of my GIF collection and the twenty or so well-thumbed pornographic novels. She held up a disk. "What're these?" I saw no reason to lie and many reasons to show her. I walked over to the computer and booted up. I lit a cigarette and motioned her over. "Sit on my lap and I'll show you. C'mere." With Lynn comfortably perched on my thigh, I logged onto my password-protected E drive. I typed in the slideshow command for the series of conventional intercourse shots. The screen filled with a succession of couples in various states of embrace and attachment. I felt my cock twitch as the pictures cascaded by. I checked Lynn's expression from the corner of my eye and was pleased to see her bemused smile. I took the last drag of the cigarette and crushed it out in the ashtray. When the slide show had cycled around, Lynn put her arm around my shoulders. Her breasts hung in front of my face, and I couldn't help flickering my tongue across the smooth skin. Lynn's fingers ruffled my hair and she patted my semi-stiff penis. "Surely there's more?" she said. I grinned and broke out of the program. I started another, this one full of dildo shots, and I was completely rigid before cueing another series, this one of mild bondage. Seepage from Lynn's pussy was streaking my thigh, and she shifted on my leg with a slippery crackling sound. I smelled her renewed excitement. "Want to see where these come from?" I asked. "Why?" "There's something I want to show you." She swung her legs into a straddling position on my leg and rode my leg like a rocking horse. I took this as an assent and soon was logged onto my favorite adult BBS. I did a new-scan and together we chose three or four pictures to download. We caressed each other as we watched the slow strip-tease of the transfer, lines filling the screen one by one as the GIF came through the modem. When we'd completed the download, I went to the message section. Lynn was surprised at the hot mail there and slapped me playfully when we read a particularly explicit message addressed to my alias. "So you're having an affair on me, huh?" She smiled. "Let's write back together." "I was hoping you'd say that," I replied. "Everyone's eager to meet you. I've written a lot about you--about us." "Hmmm, well, I'm not sure I like that. Yet. Let's see, what should we say?" "Why don't we tell them what we just did?" "Oh, God, are you kidding?" Lynn saw my evil smile and her doubt dissolved. "Yes, you're right. That's what we'll do!" My hands flew over the keyboard as she fondled my dick. Well, all, the secret's out. I'm typing this with Little Lynn on my leg, and we're both feeling a little bit naughty tonight. Logging on in the nude isn't so unusual, but having Lynn's hands on my cock is. Now she's moving over-- Lynn straddled my thighs, placing my cock at the entrace to her slit as she nestled back onto my lap. --and pulling me into her, God it's smooth and wet and hot and tight, Jesus. She's on my lap and squeezing me with her inner muscles as she rocks, breathing quickly while I take her from behind. Is this exhibitionism? Then Lynn took my hands and cupped them to her tits while she typed. This is Little Lynn typing now, and Will's filling me with his cock, squeezing my nipples till they scream in pain and excitement. I can feel myself soaking his crotch with my juices. God, I'm so hot while I write this, it's like nothing I've ever done before. I think it is exhibitionism, honey, talking and fucking for the whole world. Oooooohhh, this feels so GOOD! If you could only feel this! I forced my hands back onto the keys. Lynn's going crazy. She's bucking up and down on my shaft. Her hands are alternating between her nipples and her clit and I can tell she's about to cummmmmm. She just collapsed onto me. Guess we'll have to do this more often . Look for it.... Bye for now Will B. Ready and Little Lynn Lynn had fallen back against me with a shower of cum on my legs and a series of wet kisses on my cheek. I was still hard inside her. She played with the exposed base of my shaft protruding from her slit. I was just about to log off when the screen cleared. Hey Will and Lynn! This is Sin! I can't believe what you two just did! "Sin"dy, the sysop, waited for a response. I typed back, Neither can we! Lynn just had a great orgasm and now she's tickling my balls, trying to get me to cum too. What're you up to? I've got a dildo crammed into my snatch. God, I just about collapsed too when I saw that message coming in. I'm so glad Lynnie decided to cum by! Lynn tapped quickly: Me too! This adds a whole new dimension to things! Is the dildo vibrating? Is it giving you the same buzz Will's giving me? God, yes, it's humming like a siren, tickling my walls and buzzing my lips. I'm pulling it in and out slowly, letting it glide up over my clit now and then and over my rosebud OH! and deep, deeper into my sopping cunt! Will's still inside me and I can feel him swelling while we talk! I've never felt him so big before! His lips are on my ears and he's kneading my tits like crazy, trying to buck under me. I'm doing my best to concentrate on squeezing him with my pussy, but you're really getting me HOT. God, I'm hot too, darling, and I'm so close, I'm on the verge of cumming, I'm working on my clit now, mashing it with the tip of this fleshy dildo, god the vibrations ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oooooooooooooo ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I just came, darlings. Will did too! Just as your h's started streaming over the screen! I can feel his hot stickiness deep inside me, it's trickling down, God we're soaked! I am too. I'm going to have to get cleaned up here, so I'll let you go now. I can't wait to do it again, though! Us either. Oh, Sin, it's been so fun. So many new things to try, all those pictures are giving me dirty ideas. Will's going to have his work cut out for him. Talk to you again soon....bye! We logged off and sat back in the chair, embracing. Lynn started shivering so we went to the bathroom and showered, excitedly talking about our new horizons. Between the tapes, the GIFs, and the BBS, there weren't any secrets anymore. New dimensions had materialized for both of us. Lynn said she had a secret box, too, and she hoped I'd enjoy it as much as she had mine. I fell asleep with her that night in lust and in love, feeling the deepest sense of satisfaction I'd ever known.