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Subject: {ASSM} On the Horns by Lord Malinov
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On the Horns
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@ev1.net>
~~~
The funny thing is that I met Tracy a long time before Alan did. She
worked in my department at Falco a few years back, for about five
months, starting in the summer. I didn't know her that well, but I
certainly noticed her. She was the prettiest girl in the office. I
was just getting serious with Elaine when Tracy started working. In
fact, Tracy made me nervous. She was really pretty and she
always smiled at me.
I probably didn't handle it very well, when Tracy worked with me.
She'd try to make small talk and I'd panic. She'd smile and I'd look
away. I was just afraid. I had been so certain that I wanted to be
with Elaine. I knew that flirting with Tracy would cause me in
trouble.
Maybe it would have been better if I'd given the thing I was building
with Elaine a good shake. Maybe it would have fallen apart then,
and I'd have saved us both some grief in the long run. Maybe we
would have been more realistic and fixed whatever went wrong a
long time ago.
But that's water under the bridge.
Maybe I'd be with Tracy now, maybe I could have pulled off her
panties last night. Maybe she'd love me.
Even though I was running away from her with my tail between my
legs, I was sad when Tracy quit. I had to struggle to resist her
temptation, but it was better than not being tempted. She would
wear skirts that always made me stare at her lean legs, wishing
the hem would creep a little higher. She could make even a simple
blouse look provocative. Some of her shirts would dare me to
sneak glances down the front. Others would just hug her boobs
tight, leading me to imagine how they might look when she pulled
the shirt off. Sometimes a gap would spread between buttons,
exposing the lace of her pretty white brassiere.
Then she would smile and say hello. I'd blush and scamper away.
But she quit in the fall and I forgot all about her.
Elaine and I were engaged the next summer, and we set the
wedding for a year later, which would have been the Saturday after
next. My lease ran out in June and I suggested we move in
together, give the marriage a trial run. Elaine refused to even
consider it.
Alan was a friend of Paul's and he needed a roommate, so we took
this place in Frisco. The rent's a little high, but the amenities are
nice. He's been a decent roommate. Alan plays a dozen sports
on as many teams, and so with the parties after the games, he
wasn't home much at all. I liked that. Elaine spent lots of time at
our place.
Then one Tuesday night, I came home late from work. I dropped
my briefcase by the door and went into the kitchen to fix a drink. I
thought Alan was playing basketball or hockey that night. I heard a
soft moan and peeked around the corner. Alan was kissing a girl
on the sofa. Only the timing was surprising. When Alan was
home, it was usually to kiss a girl. I retreated into the kitchen.
"Hey, Brian," Alan said a moment later.
"Yo," I answered.
"Do you know Tracy?" he asked.
"I don't think so, " I said and then walked into the front room to
find Tracy smiling beside my big roommate. "Oh," was all I could
add.
"Hey, Brian," Tracy said. Her skirt had crept up high, exposing the
silky sheen of pretty white panties between her lean thighs.
My life has been a mess ever since that night.
Alan brought girls home to kiss fairly regularly, but in the nine
months we'd been living together, it was rarely the same girl twice.
Tracy broke that pattern. Three, four nights a week, Tracy would be
there. Saturday afternoon gave way to all weekend.
Elaine met Tracy, once or twice, right at the beginning. I don't
think she paid any attention to her, no more than she usually paid
to any of Alan's "bimbos" as she bluntly called them. She didn't
like Alan. Elaine had other things on her mind by that time. She
was deciding to call off the wedding.
It was a big deal. Not so much because it was hard to break up
with me, but because her parents had already spent a fair amount
of money in arranging the nuptial ceremonies. They fought. I gave
up quickly. Elaine always made decisions seriously. When she
did change her mind, I knew that was for good.
A part of me was glad. I don't think I ever really wanted to be
married. Not to Elaine, anyway. It just seemed like the thing to do.
When we broke up, I felt lost but not really sad. I didn't know what
to do next. I wasn't ready to meet other girls. I just stayed home.
Slowly but surely, Tracy became a part of our household. I'd wake
up and go to the kitchen. She'd be eating cereal at the table in a
t-shirt and panties. Her hair would have a tangled knot in the back
and her nipples would rise and fall under the cotton. We'd talk. I
think she found me a pleasant change from Alan in that regard.
He's not much of a talker. I'm not afraid of her anymore. She
doesn't seem interested in me.
Anyway, I've been thinking about her more and more. I look
forward to talking to her, especially when Alan isn't around, if only
for a few minutes. I'm always hoping for glimpses of her body and
I've been rewarded. She's so casual, so immodest, so relaxed.
Elaine was never relaxed about being naked.
Of course, Tracy is Alan's girlfriend. I'm pretty sure he'd get
violent if he thought I was after her. I was keeping my cool pretty
well.
Last night, I came home at like six and crashed. I hadn't slept
much the night before last, working on this project, and then we
ended up having to crank all day yesterday. I finally came home
and just fell into bed.
When I woke up, it was maybe one in the morning. I went into the
hallway and heard Tracy giggling. There's a mirror by the front door,
and I can see Tracy in the glass, dancing. I could see the back of
Alan's head above the sofa. He reached over and started
unbuttoning her shirt. Tracy laughed and then helped unfasten the
buttons. She danced a little while in her bra and black skirt.
Finally, she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra.
I'd had hints, brief peeks, but her boobs were unbelievably beautiful,
luscious and creamy, sensual and perfect. Large dark circles
formed her nipples, and with each bounce of her dance the circle
closed, tightening and pressing outward. A slight tan delineated
the mounds from her chest, even in the dimly lit room. I wanted to
kiss them. Tracy squeezed them in both hands and gave a low
moan that made me ache inside.
Alan said something I didn't hear. Tracy turned to wave her
backside at him. Reaching to the side for a zipper, she shed the
dark skirt, revealing a white triange of sheer cloth hardly covering
her bottom. She moved gently, hypnotically, rhythmically swaying
her ass. The elastic started to descend the wide curve. Alan
reached over and Tracy bent as the panties slid down her long legs.
My cock grew rigid in my hand. Tracy knelt down and sucked on
his. I leaned back against the wall. Her head bobbed over his lap.
He placed his hand on the back of her head and groaned. I bit my
lip and stroked myself silently, slowly.
I thought for a moment about kneeling behind her, pushing my cock
inside her. My arousal grew uncontrollable. I kept myself from
coming.
All at once, they rose and headed for the bedroom. I dashed back
into my room, carefully closing the door. I laid down on my bed.
Soon the creaking of bedsprings started, fast and furious. Her
moans tore through my heart.
I have to leave. I must get away. Jerry has a cabin. I'll go live
there. This can't go on. She isn't mine.
It isn't fair. I knew her first.
~~~
On the Horns
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@ev1.net>
Power belongs to those who dare . . . Sapere Aude
Power belongs to those who dare . . . Sapere aude
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