Message-ID: <27153asstr$973012216@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <a05001933b623faa82708@[206.96.54.162]> From: J R D <jrdss@micronet.net> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" Subject: {ASSM} Avatar [3/?] Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2000 12:10:16 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27153> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: english, RuiJorge Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken within the story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- Avatar Pt 3 Nicole drifted out of her sleep. She sat up and looked around. She was in her room at home. She wondered briefly about the strange dream of being in that cave with David. Was it a vision? Could it possibly mean that David was hurt? But as soon as she thought it, she knew that wasn't the case. Somehow she knew that David was unharmed, wherever he was. She got up and went into the bathroom. She lifted the seat, took her dick in hand and let the urine flow. When the flow reduced to a trickle then ceased, she shook it off, and flushed the toilet. She had a brief urge to use some toilet paper to wipe her crotch, but shook it off. A dick didn't need to be wiped. She returned to the bedroom, and got a pair of panties out of her drawer and put them on. But when she pulled them around her waist, they were abnormally tight. She always preferred her panties a little tight, but now it was almost like there wasn't enough room for her dick inside the silken undergarment. But that was silly, she had had a dick since she was born. Why would her underwear suddenly not fit? Most likely she had put on a little weight, and just not noticed it till now. Maybe David was right and she should start an exercise plan. Of course, David was an exercise freak, and short of a doctor telling him NO, he'd go jogging in the middle of a blizzard. The funny thing was, up till now, every time David had invited her on one of his early morning jogs, she had flatly refused. But now, the very concept of not jogging seemed alien to her. She opened up her pants drawer, looking for something to wear to go jogging in. Problem was, the only thing she had were tight jeans and formal slacks. She looked through the drawer, searching for the sweats she remembered wearing on previous jogging trips. But that brought her up short. Previous jogging trips? How could she have refused every previous offer to go jogging, but actually remember having been jogging? But she clearly remembered having gone jogging. But there was another thing. If she had ever accepted one of David's offers, wouldn't she remember jogging with him? But she only remembered jogging alone. But then she remembered years back, having gone jogging with others. Sometimes male, sometimes female. But she remembered the guys as just friends, and most of the girls as girlfriends, romantic-type girlfriends. But she wasn't a lesbian, or even remotely bi. She shook her head. She'd figure it out later. A good jog always cleared her mind. But she had to find something to wear before she could go out. Then she had it. David had left some sweats here for when he slept over so he didn't have to worry about what to wear for his early morning jogs. After he had left yesterday, she had washed his clothes, and they were still in the laundry basket by the door where she left them when she finished last night. But as she walked, she noticed another problem. The panties she wore weren't just tight, they were actually pushing her dick into her cunt. The feeling was mildly erotic, but mostly annoying. When she got to the basket, she stripped off her panties and dropped them to the side. She was prepared to go without underwear, but when she pulled David's sweats out, she noticed a pair of his boxers in the basket and grabbed them, too. She slid them on, enjoying the loose feel around her crotch. She pulled the sweats on over them, and pulled the drawstring at the front, tightening them around her waist. Then she returned to her room for something to cover her top. She looked through her drawer for a bra, and realized that what she had was totally inappropriate for a jogging trip. She couldn't find one sports bra in the entire collection she had. She thought about it and realized she had one choice. Her best friend, Anna, had left some clothes from when she had changed for the costume party that the three of them (Anna, David, and Nicole) had gone to last week before David's departure. Which reminded Nicole, Anna would be over later to pick her clothes up. Nicole went to the pile of clothes of Anna's and looked through it, finding one of Anna's bras. Now if it just fit. Luckily both Anna and Nicole had the same base size, 38, but Anna only had a C cup as opposed to Nicole's double D. But the smaller cup should allow Anna's bra to function in much the same way as a sports bra, holding her breasts much tighter and closer to her chest. Nicole stopped. This was sure an awful lot of trouble to go through, just to go jogging. She could go get a sports bra at the athletic store and go jogging tomorrow. But somehow that didn't seem right. It just seemed natural to get up and go jogging first thing in the morning. Nicole chuckled. Now that sounded like David. Once she had asked, "Why don't you sleep in today?" He had leaned over, given her a peck on the cheek, and said, "I have been getting up and going jogging every morning since I was fifteen. I'm not going to change now." It was tight and uncomfortable, but it would hold through her jog. She strapped herself in, and went for a shirt. Her own blouses were too frilly for a good jog, and she finally decided to complete her current ensemble by putting on one of David's sweat shirts. Once she was finished, she had to giggle. Here she was, almost ready to go out, but not a stitch of clothing she was wearing was hers. It was ironic since her own wardrobe was larger than Anna's and David's combined. She got a pair of socks and her one pair of sneakers (for bike rides, her one concession to David's exercise passion), then hit the road. She went jogging down the road and through the park. She stopped for a brief drink of water, and saw a woman on a bench, crying. Nicole was filled with a desire to help and walked over. "Excuse me," she said, "I couldn't help but hear your crying. Can I help?" "It's nothing." Nicole's mind was filled with images and, somehow, she understood them all. "It's your husband. Over the last week he has been behaving in a secretive manner, not saying where he's going or what he's been doing. You're thinking that he's probably having an affair." The woman sniffled back some tears and looked up at Nicole. "How did you know? Are you...?" "The other woman? No." Nicole extended her hand. "Take my hand." The woman looked up at her, but then tentatively reached up and took Nicole's hand. As soon as they touched Nicole felt the presence of the woman's husband through her love for him and knew what he had been doing. "There is no other woman," Nicole told her. "Your husband has been planning a surprise dinner and gift for tonight, the anniversary of your first date." The woman looked at Nicole in stunned wonderment. "I had forgotten that tonight was our first date anniversary. But... how did you know?" Nicole just smiled. "Is that really relevant? Go home, wait for tonight, and try to act surprised when your husband springs this on you tonight." The woman got up, thanked Nicole profusely, and ran off. But as she ran, Nicole wondered the same thing she had. Where had those images come from? And why was she so sure they were real? As she jogged home, she wondered what else was next. ************ -- "This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?" "Sure. I just like T.V. better." 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