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	You've Got Mail
	by Ann Douglas
    (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)


Part Three

	Come Monday night, they met online
as they normally did, but Noemi was a
little more reserved than she had been.
With Jon now being a real person in her
mind, she really didn't feel as comfortable
playing sex games online with him.

JonD1982:    Is something bothering you?

Grocery Girl:     Why would you ask that?

JonD1982:    I don't know, you just seem a
little different tonight.

Grocery Girl:    Guess I'm just tired.
Maybe I should just call it an early night.

JonD1982:    Sure, I hope you feel better.

	Come Thursday night, Noemi
decided not to log on at all.  She just
couldn't bring herself to even chat with
Jon about everyday things.
	"I just need to get back into the
real world,"  she said as she started to
understand how people got drawn into this
cyber-world.

	Carl had promised to let her know
about the new job by Monday, so she
decided to have one really good last fling
with Jim Perez.  She didn't feel guilty
about the idea that she might soon be
breaking it off with him.  After all, their
relationship hadn't been built on anything
more than mutual sexual gratification.

	"Yes ... Yes .... Oh Yes!"  Noemi
shouted as she wrapped her legs tighter
around Jim's back and he pressed deeper
inside of her. "Fuck me!"
	The muscled mechanic was more
than happy to grant her wish, ramming his
large cock harder into her womanhood.
Jim seemed tireless and on a good night he
acted like he could go on forever.  Making
a wish, Noemi hope this was one of those
good nights.
	"Do it to me, lover,"  she said into
his ear as she kissed it as well.  "Give me
that big, beautiful cock!"
	Jim's reply, as it usually was in
times like this, was an unintelligible series
of grunts.  The lack of response didn't
really bother Noemi.  If wasn't like she
dated Jim for his mind.
	As it seldom failed to do, Jim's
relentless pumping soon brought the
woman beneath him to the edge of orgasm.
Noemi closed her eyes, content to let her
mind drift and ride the pleasing waves
ripping through her quaking body.
Experience told her both their climaxes
were but moments away.
	Jim's arrived with a blast of
whiteness within her and an even loader
groan.  Only a heartbeat before, Noemi's
body had shuddered with her own
eruption, blotting out all else.
	"Oh Jon,"  she gasped too softly for
anyone but her to hear.

	Her eyes snapped open when she
realized what she had said.  Thankfully,
Jim was too engrossed in his own climax to
notice.  Even more worrisome to her was
the realization that in the moments just
before her orgasm, it was Jon's young
body that she imagined on top of and
inside her.
	Again following his norm, Jim was 
fast asleep almost as soon as he pulled out
of her and rolled onto his back.  Leaving
Noemi to ponder what she was actually
feeling.
	She now admitted to herself that
what she'd been feeling since actually
seeing Jonathan last weekend had been
lust.  Simple, overwhelming lust, the
intensity of which not even Jim's usual
diligence in his efforts had been able to
quench.
	It was strange she thought, to have
such feelings for someone she didn't even
really know at all.  She'd never had
thoughts about young men before, at least
not since she'd been a young women.  Then
again, there had never been anyone she'd
ever shared her secret fantasies with
before either.
	It had to be the anonymous nature
of the online chat she decided.  There was
something about it that encouraged you to
just let it all hang out.  The only question
was, what did she now do about it.  Like
the old saying went, it was a lot harder to
get the Genie back in the bottle.

	The call from Carl Miller came
Monday afternoon.  He said he was sorry
for making her wait so long for an answer
and wished that he could say that the wait
had been worth it.  Unfortunately, one of
the last two candidates was going to get
the job.  It had been a real close decision,
he had assured her, but he had to go with
the best choice.  It was just business and
he hoped she understood that.
	Noemi said she did and  thanked him
for the opportunity to apply, adding all the
right things she knew he wanted to hear.
After all, it made no sense to burn any
bridges.  There might be other
opportunities in the future.
	"Maybe I should've fucked him
again after all,"  she thought as she hung
up the phone and sat back in her favorite
chair, feeling more than a little sorry for
herself.

	Turning on the computer and logging
on, she found a half dozen emails waiting
for her.  All had JonD1982 in the sender
box.  The messages were brief and ranged
from; Hi, sorry to have missed you and
hope you're feeling ok to Have I done
something to offend you? Noemi was still
reading the last of them when an instant
message flashed onto the screen.

JonD1982:    Hello?

	Noemi just stared at the screen,
not sure if she should answer.

JonD1982:    Are you there?

JonD1982:    I guess you don't want to
talk to me anymore.  Whatever I did, I'm
sorry.  I won't bother you again.  Goodbye.
:(

	Noemi read his words as they
spread across the screen.  All she had to
do was let him think she was mad at him
and the problem would solve itself.  The
best answer was no answer.

Grocery Girl:     Wait!  I'm here.

JonD1982:    Hi Noemi  :)

Grocery Girl:     I'm not mad at you.

JonD1982:    I thought maybe I'd done
something wrong.

Grocery Girl:     Not at all.  I had a little
problem this past week, that's all.

JonD1982:    Anything I can help you with?

	She had to laugh at his offer.  Not
that he wanted to help, but the image of
how he could help her that filled her head.

Grocery Girl:     No, nothing that you could
do.  I had a chance at a new job but it fell
through.

JonD1982:    I'm sorry.

Grocery Girl:     Thank you.

	Noemi took a deep breath, then
asked the question she'd been dying to ask
all week.

Grocery Girl:     You work at a
Twenty-Four & Seven, right?

JonD1982:    Yes

Grocery Girl:     Is it the one by East
Grove?

JonD1982:    How did you know?

Grocery Girl:    And you worked last
Sunday?

JonD1982:    Yes I did.

Grocery Girl:    I was one of your
customers.

JonD1982:   You're kidding.

Grocery Girl:     No, I bought a coffee and
a Danish. Your friend had to take a break
and asked you to take over behind the
counter.

JonD1982:    I don't remember.  It gets
real busy Sundays and that was a week
ago.  I wish you'd told me who you were.
The coffee would've been free.  :)

Grocery Girl:     Just the coffee?

JonD1982:    ... and anything else you
wanted. :)

Grocery Girl:     I thought you were really
cute.

JonD1982:    (blush)

JonD1982:    I'm so mad that I didn't
know it was you. I so much would've liked
to talk to you for real.

Grocery Girl:     Looking back, I regret not
introducing myself too.

JonD1982:    Maybe we can get together
another time.  Do you think you'd be
coming up this way again anytime soon?

Grocery Girl:     How about Friday?

JonD1982:    Friday?

Grocery Girl:     Are working Friday night?

JonD1982:    No, Friday is my night off.

Grocery Girl:     That's good.

JonD1982:    Good????

Grocery Girl:     Well if you were working,
we couldn't go out to dinner.

JonD1982:    You're kidding...

Grocery Girl:     I'm quite serious.

JonD1982:    You want me to take you out
to dinner?

Grocery Girl:     Actually I thought I'd
take you.  I'm assuming my job pays a
little better than the Twenty-Four &
Seven.

JonD1982:    I can't believe you want to
actually go to dinner with me.

Grocery Girl:     Why is that so hard.
Isn't that what friends do.

JonD1982:    :)

Grocery Girl:     I'm going to be up that
way on business during the day.  Do you
know a restaurant we can go to?  One
where you won't mind being seen with an
old lady.

JonD1982:    You're not old.

Grocery Girl:     :)

JonD1982:    Mama Maria's on Route 4 is
pretty nice.

Grocery Girl:    Then Mama Maria's it is.
Is 8:00 okay for you?  I'll meet you there.

JonD1982:    That sounds great  :)

Grocery Girl:     Then I'll see you Friday
night.  Unless ...

JonD1982:    Unless?

Grocery Girl:     I was just thinking that if
you wanted to, we could talk on the phone
for a little while.

JonD1982:    I think I'd rather wait until
we could talk face to face.  I hope you
don't mind.

Grocery Girl:     Not at all.  So Friday then.

JonD1982:    Friday. :)

Grocery Girl:     Before I head up that
way, I'll check for last minute email for
any changes.

JonD1982:    Okay.  I can't wait until
Friday.


	Friday came soon enough.  Noemi
didn't really have business upstate but it
was a good excuse at the time.  Taking the
day off, she went up in the late afternoon
to beat rush hour traffic.  She had once
eaten at Mama Maria's a few years back
and remembered that there was a motel
just down the road from there.  It would
be a good place to take a room, just in
case.  If nothing else, she would at least
have someplace to sleep if the night went
late, rather than facing a drive home in
the dark when she was tired.
	Stopping off first at Mama Maria's,
Noemi made a reservation for later that
evening.  Even out of the way as it was, the
restaurant could easily fill up on a Friday
night.  She could've done it on the phone,
but wanted to make sure they got a table
where they could talk.  More than once
she'd asked for one over the phone only to
find herself sitting next to the kitchen or
the entertainment.  It was a pleasant
surprise to find the restaurant hadn't
changed at all.

	Moving on up the road to the motel,
Noemi was even more surprised that had
totally changed.  Instead of the rather
ordinary traveler's motel she remembered,
it was now one of those places where
people were more likely to rent a room by
the hour than by the night.  The kind
frequented by teenagers tired of the
backseat of their cars or couples who
were married, but just not to each other.
	Stepping inside, Noemi was thankful
that it was at least still clean, if in need of
some renovation work.  The small coffee
shop was closed, replaced by a row of
vending machines.  Obviously few people
stayed long enough to get hungry.
	"I guess I've stayed in worse
places,"  Noemi said to herself, thinking
that the next closest room was almost an
hour in either direction.
	Shrugging her shoulders, she
stepped up to the front desk and tapped
on the small, old fashion bell in the center
of it.
	"Can I help you?"  the sixty-one
year old man who emerged from the office
to the right of the desk asked.
	"I'd like a room please,"  Noemi said
with a smile.
	"Just for yourself?" he asked, a
touch of surprise in his voice.
	"Well for now at least,"  she replied
with a witty smile.
	"Then Madame will not be availing
herself of our special hourly rates?"  the
counter clerk asked.
	"No, Madame will not,"  Noemi said
with a smile.  "If Madame were looking for
a room for the reason that she is sure
most of your clients are, then she would
definitely want more than an hour.  As it
is, I'm just looking for a place to rest a
while before and maybe after a dinner
engagement."
	"Very well,"  the older man grinned.
"I'm sure I have a room far enough away
from the normal noise that you'll be able
to rest up."

	Noemi thanked him as he handed
her a key to a room on the far end of the
second floor.  The stairs to the upper
floor where on the outside and she had to
walk past a dozen other rooms to get to it.
Two rooms before hers, a door abruptly
opened.
	A tall, slim blond woman dressed in a
light green business suit stepped out of
the doorway.  Attractive, in her late
twenties, the woman hesitated for a
moment and looked back into the room.  A
broad smile filled her face as she blew a
kiss to someone still inside.
	As Noemi stepped closer to the rail
to step around the young woman, she took
note of the wedding band on her left hand.
Filled with overwhelming curiosity, the
older woman paused and looked over the
blonde's shoulder to see whom she had
been spending the afternoon with.
	The blond woman closed the door,
smiled warmly at Noemi who she finally
noticed, then headed towards the stairwell
with a decided spring in her walk.  Noemi
meanwhile was still rooted where she had
stopped, staring at the now closed door.
	"Oh my God,"  she finally gasped
sotto voce.  "I never expected anything
like that."
	The quick glimpse into the motel
room had left her speechless.  The last
thing she ever expected to see was a very
endowed black woman spread out on the
large double bed.  A woman wearing
nothing but a smile.

	The brief shock wore off quickly
and Noemi let herself into her room.
Thankfully, despite the change in motel
policy, it was still as clean as the last time
she had stayed there.
	Stripping off her dress, Noemi
dropped across the bed in her bra and
half-slip.  She set the small travel clock
she carried in her purse and closed her
eyes.  A short nap would do her a world of
good.
	As she closed her eyes, Noemi
thought of the blond and the woman she
had seen in the adjacent room.  Not even
in her wildest days had she ever had an
encounter with another woman.  As sleep
overtook her, she idly wondered what it
was like.

	The buzzing of the alarm woke
Noemi from her nap.  Rising to her feet
and stretching, she felt great.  It was a
pity, she thought, that she couldn't take a
break like this every day.
	Stripping off what remained of her
clothing, she stepped into the bathroom
and turned on the shower.  While steam
filled the room, Noemi took care of more
basic needs.
	The warmth of the flowing water
felt great as she stepped under the
shower.  Taking a bar of scented soap that
she had brought with her, the brown hued
woman covered her full form with a bubbly
film.  Then using her hands, she worked
the lather into her skin, massaging it as
she went.
	Squeezing her large breasts, Noemi
thought again how much she loved having
big boobs, as the boys in the neighborhood
referred to them as she was growing up.
Aside from the attraction they got her,
she simply liked playing with them almost
as much as men did.
	Rising off the rest of the soap,
Noemi slid her hands down between her
legs and played with herself for a few
moments.  Nice as it felt, she knew that it
was getting late.  It was time to get
dressed.
	The night before, Noemi had given a
great deal of consideration as to what to
wear tonight.  She finally settled on a
simple print dress that accented her bust
but at the same time was proper enough
for your average family restaurant.
	Leaving her car parked at the motel,
Noemi took a local car service the mile and
a half up to the restaurant.  She had the
driver leave her at the far end of the
parking lot, allowing her to come up around
the building and the front entrance.
	As soon as she turned the corner,
she spotted Jon.  Dressed in a tan sports
jacket and dark slacks, he was watching
each car that pulled up front for someone
matching Noemi's description.
	The thirty-six year old was suddenly
surprised to discover that she was as
nervous as Jon looked to be.  It had been a
good number of years since she'd had that
feeling.
	"Too late to turn back now,"  she
said to herself as she stepped forward and
walked up to right behind Jon.
	So intent was the nineteen year old
in his search, he didn't realize that the
object of it was standing right behind him.
	"Hi cutie,"  Noemi softly whispered
into his right ear as she leaned just a little
closer, "looking for a good time?"


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