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Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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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 
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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.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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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."

J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
ICQ#37222294

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