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Subject: {ASSM} RP: the Michael Collins Anthology (ASFR, ScFi, act, rom, adv) [1/26]
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Prologue

My name is Michael Collins. This is my story.

You see, my shrink suggested I start this. She said that it might help me
come to grips better with who and what I am.

I've been seeing her now for the past three years or so. She really is
great. If you're ever in the need of a good psychologist; I highly recommend
Dr. Sylvia Plaxton, in Atlanta, Georgia. Her number is 404-555-7792. Sorry
Sly, for the shameless plug.

Let's see; where to begin?

It all started in 1997; I suppose. August 7th, 1997, at 6:21PM to be exact.
That's when I met Julie. We met in a grocery store.

While honestly not trying to pick her up at the time,I asked her opinion
about the freshness of some guavas I was interested in buying.

What should have lasted 30 seconds for a conversation, lasted for nearly two
hours; with both of us standing there in the fruit and vegetable section of
the store discussing everything from our careers to politics.

I normally don't believe in love at first sight; but I did know that
something had clicked between the two of us, there at that fruit stand.

At the time, I was too nervous to ask her out. I think she sensed that since
she offered me her business card and told me that if I had any other fruit
questions to feel free to call her. The rest, as they say, is history.

We started dating a month later, and moved in with each-other six months
after that.

Life was great, since I had Julie in my life.

In California, I was a software developer for a graphics software company.
We put out this really cool software that allowed people to design 3D worlds
and renderings. I worked a lot with SGI Onyx and Challenge servers running
IRIX. It was tres' cool.

Julie was a hardware repair technician for HP. She spent most of her days
fixing broken motherboards from HP9000 servers. Man, did she know her way
around a logic probe.

For nearly two years, we spent many wonderful times together. As we got to
know eachother better, we realized it was kizmet which brought us together.

Julie and I moved to Atlanta together, in early 1999.

I had a good life in Atlanta. A good job. I was a software programmer
for Cluster Datatronics, Inc. I had a corner office on the 16th floor in a
posh office building in Buckhead. I wrote the back-end  database indexing
code for our multi-architectural eCommerce transaction processing system. I
earned about $130k a year.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that she really is the perfect
woman for me. Aside from the sex being fucking unbelievable; she was also
very warm and caring. Plus, she was a techno-geek like myself! We spent
Wednesday nights, after watching Star Trek, trying to hack into each-other's
Linux boxes  at the house. She always seemed to win somehow.

I guess it's true when it's said that software programmers don't make good
system administrators.

Julie worked for BellSouth; the local telephone - trying to be everything -
company.

We were going to get married in June of 2000.

Life was great. Wait, I said that already. Sorry.

Depending on how you look at it, on New Year's Eve of that year my life
changed dramatically. Some may say for the worse, but I'm not one to dwell
on negatives.

Julie and I were relaxing at home, watching the festivities around the world
on CNN. The fireworks look awesome in Sydney harbor that evening! Neither of
us were worried about any Y2K glitches; in fact, being the techno-geeks
which we were; we knew there would be few, if any, problems. We were more
worried about the fundamentalist Christians pontificating the end of the
world, or some nut-case in New York setting off a pipe bomb during the ball
drop.

I wanted to go drinking in downtown Atlanta to see the peach drop at
midnight but Julie talked me out of it. She wanted to stay home and bring in
Y2K with our own cocktail show. She wanted my own balls to drop!

That evening, we decided to watch My Best Friend's Wedding on DVD. We
started it around 9:00PM, guaranteeing us enough time for our own excitement
to begin before 11:59:59.

What you're about to read is a chronicle of events in my life. Sly thinks
that putting my past down into a story will help me come to grips better
with all that's happened.

1. Y2K

     What is reality?

     Do we assume something is real because we can see, touch, smell,
     taste, or hear something?

     We, as humans, rely entirely on our senses to tell our brain
     whether or not something is real. But, what are our senses anyway?
     Merely electrical impulses which traverse our body's vast network
     of nerves where they meet up with another vast network of
     ganglions and axions inside our brain which interpret the
     electrical signals our senses have provided it.

     From the smell of a beautiful woman's perfume, to the immense
     pleasure of warm, moist lips around certain parts of our bodies.
     The sensations we feel, and love, are nothing more than
     electrical.

     That being the case, then how are we to know what really, in fact,
     is real?

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``That was such a good movie!'' Julie exclaimed, reaching over to kiss
Michael.

He wasn't the biggest fan of Julia Roberts, even if she was from Marietta,
Georgia; about 30 minutes from where he lived.

``It was OK,'' he said, resting his head on the back of the couch.

She took her hand and caressed his scalp, running her fingers through his
hair. She knew what that did to him. She also knew what was about to come.
It was time.

He picked her up and carried her upstairs to the master bedroom. It was
about 11 o'clock. Up the entire trip up the flight of stairs, Julie couldn't
move her hands away from his scalp. He was so horny at this point, one
could've probably hung a weight off the front of his shorts!

Gently, he set her down on the bed, and began to passionately kiss her; his
tongue exploring her mouth and hers, his. She loved to embrace his tongue
with her lips since she knew this drove him wild.

He lifted her shirt off and over her shoulders exposing her round, perky
breasts.

With his left hand, he reached into her shorts, and guided his index finger
down her inner thigh as he kissed and sucked on her left breast. Much to his
delightment, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Then again, neither was he!
They both loved the feel of naked denim against their flesh.

With his right hand, he caressed her face, and moved his hand down to her
right breast and slowly began massaging it.

Julie's nipples were hard, and erect. She loved it when he'd gently pinch
each one while he was massaging them.

Next, he guided his left hand down and around her opposite thigh, up to her
waist. She was wet with anticipation; her womanly moisture rubbing onto his
wrist.

His left hand made its way up her waist and chest, allowing his lips and
mouth to explore her body as he so loved doing.

He kissed and licked her chest all over, savoring the flavor of her essence.
As his lips traveled down past her belly button; Julie stopped him and
gently guided him next to her on his back.

She got up, and sat down on his legs, pinning him to the bed.

``I am so lucky to have you,'' she said; smiling, brushing her hair out of
her face.

``As am I, you,'' he said, cupping his hands behind his head; smiling gently
up at her.

Julie began unbuttoning his shirt, starting with the bottom button and
working her way up. As she made her way to the second button, and allowed
his shirt to fall away, she giggled when she saw Mr. Happy was peeking up
from underneath his shorts; an ooze of precum flowing into his bellybutton.

``Tee-hee,'' she giggled. ``We'll have time for Mr. Happy later!'' Gently
she kissed his throbbing cock, licking the visible shaft as she continued.

Slowly, she unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, and began licking and kissing
him; starting at his bellybutton, her tongue taking in the deposit of precum
he had made earlier.

He caressed her hair as she moved her lips up to his chest.

She and he had this thing with each-other as they had foreplay: They loved
to bring each-other almost to climax before actually, you know, doing it. It
made both of their experiences much more intense that way. He loved that
about her.

She let her hands explore the outside of his shorts; running her fingers
around his balls, through the denim. With her middle-finger and thumb, she
glided her hand up the length of his shaft, through his shorts, gently
pinching his exposed head.

He moaned.

 From the TV downstairs, they could here the announcer say it was 11:30PM.

They wrestled for a more comfortable position on top of the bed. He let his
shirt fall off his shoulders, and Julie and he embraced each-other tight;
their legs entwined with each-other's.

Their hands and arms explored each-other's backs; her nails scratching and
digging into him.

When they finished their embracing, he maneuvered Julie onto her back. With
his hand, he explored her crotch. First, outside her denim shorts. Slipping
his hands deep into the crack between her and the bed, deep within the
crevice, he could ever so slightly feel her moisture seeping through her,
now soaked panties and denim. He maneuvered his hand up to the top button of
her shorts, and let his ring and index finger inside to explore her folds.
His middle finger gently flicking her engorged clit as he worked his way
down.

She screamed the most pleasurable scream he'd ever heard.

Next, he moved his head down to her shorts, and gently undid the single
button which caused her chaste. Gently, he took hold of her zipper with his
teeth and guided it down.As she lifted herself up, he gently slid her shorts
down her legs and let them fall to the floor. He took her right foot in his
hands, and gently massaged it; kneading her arch.

He then knelt down; slowly kissing her sole. As his lips worked their way to
her pinky-toe, he let his hands traverse up her calf. By the time his tongue
and lips had made their way to her big toe, his hands were exploring her
moist caverns, and he was giving her a toe-job with his tongue and lips.

He loved pleasing her, and she was pleasurably moaning throughout this whole
experience. Fortunately for them, their next-door neighbor was old and deaf.
It provided quite a bit of freedom for them sexually, in the bedroom.

He let his lips and tongue begin to traverse up her legs to her thighs as
his hands moved their way up to her breasts; giving them some much needed
attention at this point.

Slowly at first, he let his tongue explore her folds, then penetrate;
tasting her magnificent juices, paying careful attention to her north pole,
hidden by it's shroud.

As his tongue pleased her faster, he allowed his fingers to tune her
nipples. Julie's moans were increasing in frequency at this point; her
breathing becoming more deep and heavy.

Next, he concentrated on her shroud, and the magic hidden beneath it, and
let his fingers maneuver back down to her thighs. Julie arched up; a
shivering wave emanated from within; sighed, and briefly relaxed on the bed.

He climbed up to lay next to her and kiss her; they kissed and caressed
each-other some more for a few minutes. Julie then moved so she could take
his shorts off. As she undid the button to his shorts, his cock pushed
slightly away from his body; it, no longer being restrained.

Julie then moved around to straddle his chest.

``Ooh, I love it when you're in this position,'' he whispered to her.

She knelt down to take him in her mouth, as he let his tongue travel up and
inwards her back thigh. As she took him completely in her mouth, he buried
his nose and tongue into her.

``Oooh!'' she exclaimed, arching back to let his tongue bury even more
deeply inside her.

Julie continued to knead his cock with her mouth, stroking his shaft with
her to tongue. At this point, he couldn't stand it anymore. With two heavy
thrusts, he quivered as he emptied into her. Julie then licked his shaft as
if it were a Popsicle, savoring its nectar.

In a state of bliss, he relaxed as he sunk deep into the bed. Julie turned
around to sit on his stomach and face him.

``I'm not letting you get off this easy,'' she said, smiling; tweaking his
nipples with her fingers.

``I love it when you tell me what to do,'' he replied.

He was special, he thought. At least, Julie told him none of her other
partners that she's had in the past could do what he could do. He was pretty
virile, too. As far back as he could remember, he could climax multiple
times in a relatively short period of time. Julie knew this, and she knew
she wasn't about to let him get out of fucking her before midnight.

``11:55,'' she said, looking at the clock on the nightstand, ``we better get
busy!''

She turned around, so that her back was facing him. Slowly, she drew her
fingers down to his balls. As she continued to glide her fingers to the edge
of his anus, he became engorged again; throbbing. Next, she moved her
fingers back up, kneading his sac and balls gently.

``Perfect!'' she exclaimed as she moved downwards.

With care and perfection, she glided his shaft into her shaven pussy. He
grabbed her hips with his hands as she began to rock back and forth, moving
his shaft as if it were some joystick.

``Honey,'' she said, ``I do believe that you're even harder now than
before.''

Slowly, Julie began to move up and down on his shaft. He let his hands move
down in front of her; gently massaging the crest of her womaness.

Her moans became louder! He gently grabbed the remote control to turn on
Dick Clark's New Year's Eve special. Cheers were being heard from Times
Square. The announcer told us it was 11:58.

Julie stretched down to grab his ankles as she increased her thrusts
slightly.

``11:59, just one more minute to go!'' the announcer exclaimed.

She sat up again; her thrusts going faster and faster.

His breathing was becoming deeper, his heart racing faster with each thrust.
Would he be able to wait almost another minute?

``10!'' the crowd cheered on through the speakers, as he exclaimed ``Oh,
God!''

Julie paused.

``9!'' they continued.

``Hold on, baby,'' she instructed.

He tensed up, trying to withhold his eminent eruption.

``8!''

Julie turned around with him still inside her so she could face him.

``7!''

``Almost time,'' she continued.

``Oh, Jesus!'' he couldn't help from exclaiming.

``6!'' Dick Clark said.

Julie continued moving herself up and down his shaft.

``5!'' she yelled, going faster.

``4!'' he said, joining in, moving his hips in opposite unison to her.

``3!'' they continued, their hips moving like a well oiled machine.

``2!'' they screamed.

``1!'' she said, throwing herself onto his chest so he could embrace her
deeply.

``Happy New Year!'' they exhaled. As she pushed herself down onto his cock,
he released what felt like a century's worth of sexual energy deep within
her.

Then, time stood still.

His reverent scream of jubilation continued as his voice became more and
more oscillated. He froze.

Julie was oblivious to this, at first - entranced in her own climax.

His eyes went black as they rolled back into his head, and he became
unconscious.

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