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Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 15:10:03 -0400
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	You've Got Mail
	by Ann Douglas
    (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part One

	The clock had just struck seven by
the time Noemi Velez stepped into her
small basement apartment and reached for
the light switch by the door.  No sooner
had the room filled with light,  the
thirty-six year old Puerto Rican woman
went right to her computer and booted it
up.
	Two months ago, the Assistant
Store Manager at Food King didn't even
own a home computer and if asked, had no
intention of getting one.  Her sister had
given her this old PC when she had bought
her son a newer model.  It was a pretty
basic machine and she had no idea what
her nephew was talking about when he told
her that it had a 33 MHz chip, 8 Megs of
RAM and a 540 hard drive. Still, he had
promised her, it was enough for her to use
as a word processor, keep track of her
bills and most importantly, in his opinion,
go online.
	Noemi had played with the computer
for a while, and then let it sit idle for the
next month.  One day at work, the store
had received a crate of free CD's for
America On-Line and she took one home,
deciding to see what all the fuss was
about.  The first month was free so she
figured she had nothing to lose.
	Picking the rather silly online name
of Grocery Girl, Noemi logged on.  To say
that the chat rooms where an eye opener
was an understatement. Eighty percent of
them seemed to be about sex in one form
or another.  Men seeking women, men
seeking men, women seeking women and
dozens of variations in-between.  No
sooner had she visited the most innocent
of rooms, she was inundated with
messages.  Messages that ranged from
simple hellos to rather intimate
suggestions.  All of which she politely
declined.
	Noemi was far from an innocent.
She had been married for five years and
divorced for nine.  Her marriage had fallen
apart when her husband discovered she
couldn't have children.  Unable to bear the
thought of never having a son to carry on
his name, he had asked for a divorce.  Not
wanting to remain in a union where the love
had faded, Noemi had agreed.
	She'd had a few lovers in the years
since, including her current boyfriend, but
no further offers of marriage.  Something
that suited her as she was quite happy
being a single, independent woman.  She
had a good job, a nice place to live, and a
steady love life.  In fact, steady was a
word that could be applied to most aspects
of her life.  Steady as in uneventful.
	One room caught her attention -
"Young Men Seeking Older Women."
Figuring it would be good for a few laughs,
she entered the room.
	As she expected, a barrage of
rather graphic proposals filled her screen.
This time she just ignored the worst of
them.  Noemi traded a few one-liners with
others as one by one they lost interest as
she made it clear that no, she had no nude
pictures of herself and that she didn't
want to try cyber-sex.
	After an hour of this, Noemi
decided she'd had all of the online
experience that she was ever going to
need.  She was about to log off when one
last message appeared on the screen.

JonD1982:  Can we chat?  My name is Jon.

	Noemi sent him the same message
she had sent the last dozen guys, figuring
that he would then move on to more willing
partners.  To her surprise, he said that
was okay and that he just wanted to chat.
He then suggested they move to a private
chat to avoid the more annoying people in
the adult room.
	Thinking it was still early; the
redhead decided why not and moved to a
private room. After all, she could always
log off if the conversation turned in a
direction she didn't like.

	His name, as he had said, was Jon,
short for Jonathan. He was eighteen years
old and actually lived in the same state as
Noemi.  She thought it funny that with
the online service covering half the world,
she'd wind up chatting with someone only a
few hundred miles away.  A college student
during the week, he worked weekends and
some nights at one of the numerous
Twenty-Four & Seven convience stores
that lined the Interstate.
	The conversation turned out to be
very interesting, covering topics ranging
from music to television and the movies.
It'd been a long time since Noemi had
talked to a teenager, at least one that
didn't work for her at the Food King.  Most
conversations with them consisted of
reminders that they were being paid to do
a job and not just hang out.   Before she
knew it, the clock on the wall said it was
after midnight.
	Saying good night, she logged off
and decided that maybe it hadn't been
such a wasted night after all.  If anything,
it beat the reruns on television.

	A few nights later, she was again a
little bored and decided to give AOL
another try.  This time she avoided the
chat rooms and concentrated on the
content areas of the service.  Noemi had
been on about twenty minutes when a
message flashed on her screen.

JonD1982:  Hello  :)   I hope you don't
mind but I put you on my Friends List.

	Noemi typed back a greeting, not
quite sure what a Friends List was.  Jon
said he enjoyed their chat last week and
he hoped she did too.

Grocery Girl:   Actually yes I did.  It was
very interesting.

JonD1982:  Would you like to chat again?

	Thinking that she really hadn't
found anything else interesting on the
service, Noemi said why not.
	They had been talking for a while
when the older woman remembered the
room they had been in the first time.  She
began to wonder what he had been doing
there in the first place.

Grocery Girl:   Would you mind if I asked a
question?

JonD1982:  Of course not.

Grocery Girl:  Why were you in that room
the other night?  The one where you first
saw me.

JonD1982:  I was just playing around.

Grocery Girl:   Oh I understand that part
of it.  I mean that room in particular.  Are
you actually interested in older women?

JonD1982:  Sometimes.

Grocery Girl:  Interested sexually?

JonD1982:  Yes ...  I hope that doesn't
bother you?

	Noemi thought about it for a few
seconds.  In some ways, she thought that
maybe it should.  Yet overall, she found
that it didn't.  If anything, it made her
more curious.

Grocery Girl:   No, it doesn't.  Would you
mind if I ask a few more questions?  I'll
understand if they are too personal.

JonD1982:  Not at all.  Ask anything you
want.

Grocery Girl:   What is it about older
women that you find so interesting.

JonD1982:  I'm not sure how to exactly
explain it. I guess it's because they are
more experienced and know what they
want.

Grocery Girl:   Have you ever been with an
older woman?

JonD1982: No, only in my imagination.

Grocery Girl:   Have you ever been with
any woman?

JonD1982:  I've been with two girls from
school.  Both were my age.

	Noemi was tempted to inquire just
how far Jon's experiences with those girls
from school had gone, then decided
against it.  She did, however, get the
impression that the young man might still
be a virgin.  Despite his offer to answer
any question, she didn't want to embarrass
him.

Grocery Girl:   Have you talked to other
older women on here?

JonD1982:  A couple.

Grocery Girl:   Do you have cyber-sex with
them?

JonD1982:  Sometimes.

Grocery Girl:   Is that what you wanted
from me last week?  To have cyber-sex
with you?

JonD1982:  If you wanted to.  But I liked
just talking to you about other things too.

	Noemi paused again for a minute to
think about what he had said.  Before this
moment, she never really understood this
fascination with cyber-sex that all these
people online seemed to have.  She always
imagined it a little strange writing sexy
words on a screen while someone on the
other side most likely played with
themselves.  Still, she was finding a
certain thrill in just having this personal
conversation with Jon.

Grocery Girl:   Do you want to have
cyber-sex with me?

JonD1982:  I'd love it!

	Noemi could almost see the
excitement in his words. To her surprise
she also felt a part of it as well.  It wasn't
that she didn't have a warm body in her
bed when she wanted it.  There was just
something in the idea of getting of this
young man with just her imagination.  The
chance to do something new.

Grocery Girl:   Well I've never done
anything like this before, but why not?
You're going to have to help me get
started.  What do I do first?

JonD1982:  You could tell me what you are
wearing.

	Noemi thought about it.  The baggy
gray sweatshirt she was wearing was
hardly sexy.  Well, that was the advantage
of cyber-sex she said to herself, you could
be almost anything you wanted to be.

Grocery Girl:   I'm wearing just a bra and
lace panties.

JonD1982:  Do you have big breasts?

Grocery Girl:  Actually I do -  38D.  But I
want to be honest and say that I'm also a
little on the heavy side, five foot five and
a hundred and sixty pounds.  My hair is
pretty short, cut just above my neck and
it's a sort of reddish brown.  Oh and I'm
thirty-six.

JonD1982:  You sound very pretty.  Most
people make themselves sound like models
right out of Playboy.

Grocery Girl:   Well no one's going to pay
to see me in the nude.  :)

JonD1982:  I would.  :)

	Noemi was almost blushing when she
read that.  They had just gotten started
and already her nipples were hard and she
felt a definite moistness between her legs.
Keeping one hand on the keyboard, she slid
the other beneath the waistband of her
sweatpants.

Grocery Girl:   What do you look like?

JonD1982:  I'm five seven and a hundred
and forty pounds.  Short black hair and
clean shaven.  Not a jock but like to think
I'm in pretty good shape.  I'll be nineteen
next month.

	"Sounds nicer than Jim,"  the
redhead said to herself as she imagined
her sometimes lover's naked body.  "Since
this is supposed to be sex talk, I might as
well ask the big question."

Grocery Girl:   How big is your cock?

JonD1982:  Six inches but slim.

Grocery Girl:  Pretty honest answer.  I was
expecting you to say Nine or better.

JonD1982:  I don't want to lie.

Grocery Girl:   I appreciate that.  Neither
do I.

JonD1982:  What do your nipples look
like?

	Noemi went on to describe in great
detail what her nipples looked like.  Jon in
turn described what he would like to with
them.  On it went as they both got more
and more into the fantasy, each of them
using the hand not on the keyboard to
simulate the other's touch.

	"Oh my God!"  Noemi exclaimed as
she caught her breath after a very
pleasing orgasm.
	It had been, she had to say, one of
the best she'd ever had by her own hand.
So much fun that there was a long pause
before her free hand returned to the
keyboard.

JonD1982:  Are you still there?

JonD1982:  Grocery Girl?

JonD1982:  Hello?

Grocery Girl:   I'm here.

JonD1982:  I though you left.

Grocery Girl:   I was ...  catching my
breath.

JonD1982:   :)

Grocery Girl:   That was fun.

JonD1982:  You came?

Grocery Girl:   Oh yes.  :)   Did you?

JonD1982:  Still cleaning up.  :)

	"I can see now why people do this,"
Noemi said as she pictured the young man
sitting in front of his computer with his
cock in hand. "It's not as good as being
with someone, but it sure as hell beats
frigging yourself alone."

JonD1982:  I guess it's time to say
goodnight.

Grocery Girl:  Guess so.

JonD1982:  I really enjoyed that.

Grocery Girl:   So did I.

JonD1982: Do you think we could do it
again sometime?

Grocery Girl:   I think I'd like that.

JonD1982:   :)   Goodnight Grocery Girl.

Grocery Girl:   Noemi.  My name is Noemi.

JonD1982:  Goodnight Noemi  ---<--<@

	After Jon signed off, Noemi smiled
as she looked at the little drawing of the
flower in the last message.  Only now did
what she had actually done dawn on her.
She had just given an boy almost young
enough to be her son an orgasm.  Even
more amazing, he had given one to her.

	The next day at the Food King,
Noemi couldn't get the events of last
night out of her mind.  She still couldn't
believe two things.  First, that she had
done it in the first place and second, that
it had been such fun.  Like she said last
night, it was never going to replace
actually having a man inside of her, but it
was a fun distraction nevertheless.
	Another distraction she became
aware of as the day went on were some of
the young men who worked at the
supermarket.  Without realizing it at first,
she was comparing the physical
characteristics of each to see which most
closely resembled the description that
Jonathan had given her.  Trying to put a
face, or a reasonable facsimile, to the
words.
	The closest she came, was Billy
Barston, a nineteen year old who worked in
produce.  A good looking kid she had to
say, at least according to the long line of
girls who seemed to be all to willing to
drop their panties for him.  Not that she
would ever consider herself one of those,
even if she were twenty years younger.
Cute as he might be, Billy had a fuck 'em
and leave 'em attitude that the Assistant
Manager wouldn't have put up with at any
age.
	By the time the day was over, Noemi
found herself in an advanced state of
arousal.  One which prompted her to call
Jim Perez before she left work and invite
him over for a little after dinner dessert.
The thirty-nine year old auto mechanic
was quite surprised at the offer of a
mid-week fuck, but not so taken back that
he turned it down.
	A few hours later, Noemi laid naked
in her bed with Jim's powerful arms
wrapped around her.  Her boyfriend of six
months might not be the most creative of
lovers, but he did manage to get the basic
job done.
	One of the reasons that she usually
kept their bed romps confined to the
weekends was that Jim normally gave her
such a pounding that she was almost
guaranteed a certain soreness the next
morning.  Not that it wasn't worth it, but
it was no fun going to work like that.
	This time though, she knew the itch
that had built up between her legs over
the course of the day wasn't going to be
satisfied with just her fingers or even the
battery powered toy she kept in the
bottom drawer of her nightstand.

	The weekend arrived soon enough 
and Noemi had her regularly scheduled
date with Jim.  Still a little bit sore,
having bruised a vital spot during their
enthusiasm, she had begged off a repeat
of their mid-week rendezvous after their
usual dinner and a movie.  Jim said he more
than understood and settled for an almost
as pleasing blow job instead.
	Afterwards, Jim went home, seeing
no point in his spending the night if they
weren't going to do it.  Not ready for bed,
Noemi decided to go online to check her
mail.  She knew Jon said he worked on
weekends and didn't expect him to be
there.  No sooner had she logged in, that
now familiar refrain "You've got mail"
echoed from the small speakers.
	A smile filled her face as she read
the short, but wonderfully sweet, letter
Jonathan had left for her.  The note was
wonderfully erotic without being dirty.  It
left a warm feeling that lasted until she
finally drifted off to sleep.


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