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 Authors name: Heather Dawson
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    I squinted my eyes at the evening sun poised outside the
 window.  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 <grin>. 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.