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Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins Anthology (ASFR, ScFi, act, rom, adv) [23/26]
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23. Announcement

     Having just explored an aspect of her sexuality they hadn't
     considered before, Becky and Julie both discovered the intimacy
     only another woman could provide another.

     Becky, it appeared, was becoming quite adept with her sexuality,
     and now that Julie had reconnected some intimate wires within her,
     she was able to express her arousal, but more importantly: enjoy
     it even further.

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That Monday, things were pretty much back to normal in the Collins' house.
Chip and Becky were back in school, and Michael was completely recovered
from his me'le' earlier in the week.

As Michael was going over status reports and the pile of mail which had
accumulated on his desk during his absence, he came across a peculiar
envelope which piqued his interest.

He opened it up, only to find an announcement that he had been selected as
I.T. Professional of the Year requiring his attendance for a dinner, in his
honor, at the Ritz Carlton, in Buckhead, which was to be held tomorrow
evening.

Michael was ecstatic. He had never been honored for anything before in his
life and rushed to find Julie elsewhere in the building to tell her.

``Where's the fire?'' asked Shaun, the department's administrative
assistant.

``I'm being honored tomorrow night!'' he said jubilantly.

``Cool! For what?''

``I.T. Professional of the Year.'' he replied. ``By the way, do you know of
any good tuxedo shops?''

``Yeah, there's one across the street at Phipp's Plaza.''

``Cool. I need to find Julie, be back later.'' he said, and ran out the
door.

Shaun promptly sent out a company-wide Email proclaiming the good news to
everybody, which of course Arnie read.

``That's it! Tomorrow night I'll do it.'' Arnie thought to himself. ``What a
better place to prove to everyone that I was right.''

Michael caught up with Julie just finishing a meeting with the product
development group and told her the good news.

``That's wonderful, Mike!'' she said, jumping up to give him a hug. ``We
need to find you a tux, though.''

``I know, Shaun says there's a shop in the mall.''

While Michael was getting fitted for a tuxedo, Julie went shopping for a
formal dress to wear to the occasion.

At the same time, Arnie was busy making his way back to his apartment to put
the finishing touches on his device.

Meanwhile, at their school, Chip and Matthew had devised a plan to get Coach
Hawkins in trouble. Payback, if you will, for his torment towards Matthew,
Chip, and other students.

``Are you ready with the camera?'' asked Chip.

``I think so.'' Matthew replied.

Fourth period was Coach Hawkins' planning period, and he usually spent it in
his office looking at dirty pictures. This rumor was rampant across the
entire student body, and even some teachers suspected it, as well, but
dismissed the rumors as just that ... rumors.

Matthew positioned himself just behind the wall as Chip walked towards Coach
Hawkins' office.

``Excuse me, Coach?'' he said, as he rapped on his door.

``Carson!'' he replied, startled, and rushing to put the magazine away.
``What do you need?''

Chip walked in, and stood in the doorway. ``I need your help. It's a guy
problem.''

``What kind of problem, Carson?'' the coach asked, suspicious.

``I can't get my zipper down, and I really need to go to the bathroom. I
didn't know who else to ask.''

Coach Hawkins got up and walked to the android boy. He was trying to keep a
straight face as he found the predicament that he thought Chip was in to be
hysterical. ``Let's see what we can do,'' he said, kneeling in front of him.

Matthew was quick with the camera and snapped several frames of the coach
kneeling down in front of Chip's groin.

Coach Hawkins next placed his hands on Chip's jeans, which Matthew was all
too quick to catch with his camera. Pulling down Chip's zipper with ease, he
was a bit surprised to not have any trouble.

As soon as Chip's zipper was all the way down, he forced his cock to become
instantly stiff. As it flung out of his pants, it whacked the coach on the
face.

Chip's friend, Matthew, was continuing to shoot away taking frame after
frame of the event. The last frame shot was that of the Coach grinning at
how funny he found the whole situation, and standing back up.

As quickly as Chip's cock went stiff, it retreated back into his pants, and
he ran out.

``Did you get it? Did you get it?'' he asked Matthew urgently.

``Got it!''

The two boys ran back to their classes and finished their day without much
trouble. Even P.E. went smoothly as the Coach just had the boys jog around
the track for the entire period.

After school, Matthew gave Becky, Danny, and Chip a ride back to his house
where they all decided what to do now that they had the evidence.

Chip hooked the camera up to his computer and downloaded the photos. One by
one they appeared on the screen, and it was quite evident they had, what
could be construed as, very damaging evidence against the coach.

While the Coach's and Chip's actions were, for the most part, innocuous,
given the setting, and the recent news stories about sexual molestation of
students by their teachers, one could easily construe that there was
something more nefarious going on in the picutres.

``Bingo!'' Danny exclaimed. ``Chip, it looks like he's giving you a
blowjob!''

``I know! Isn't it great?'' he replied.

Matthew had a wonderful idea how to get the Coach in trouble. Anonymously,
they would email the pictures to the school's Principal. Certainly, when he
came into school the next morning, he would find the photographs, and action
would be taken.

Logging onto SafeWeb, the boys created a fake account on Yahoo! so they
could email the photographs:

     Dear Sir,

     We, the parties emailing you this letter and attached photographs,
     would like to remain anonymous.

     We have discovered things which are going on in our school which
     are inappropriate, and need to be addressed by you.

     Attached, please find our evidence.

     Please look into this matter!

``There!'' Matthew said. ``That should do it.''

That evening, Michael and Julie came home with their announcement to
everyone.

``Everyone come here,'' Julie said, as they walked into the kitchen. ``We've
got some exciting news!''

As Chip, Becky, Matthew, and Danny coralled around Julie and Michael in the
kitchen, Julie told everyone what was going on. ``Michael's being presented
with an award tomorrow night!''

``Congratulations, Michael!'' Chip said.

``Yeah, pretty cool Mr. Collins.'' said Danny.

Becky walked up to him and gave him a strong hug. ``I'm proud of you,
Mike.'' she said.

``Well, since the two of you are so much a part of Becky and Chip's lives,''
he said, looking at Danny, who was standing next to Chip, ''You're invited,
too, if you want to come.''

``Cool! Congrats, Mr. Collins,'' Matthew said.

``Well, we have an announcement of our own,'' said Becky.

``Really?''

``Looks like Chip and Matthew will succeed with their plan against Coach
Hawkins!''

``Really? Congratulations!'' Michael responded.

Chip and Matthew went on to explain their plan at capturing Coach Hawkins
with Chip's pants down, on camera. Michael was visibly disturbed at this
plan, since he found it exceptionally dishonest. ``I'm not sure the end
justifies the means,'' he replied.

``Mr. Collins, will it be okay if Becky comes over to my house?'' Danny
asked. This came as a complete shock to Becky, who had the same surprised
look on her face as did Michael and Julie.

Bringing his hand to his chin, Michael thouhgt about this for a brief moment
and concluded that it would be okay since Becky's spent quite a lot of time
with him up until now, and he seemed like he could be trusted.

``Okay, but I want you back by 10 o'clock, it's a school night.''

Becky smiled, and hugged Michael to thank him, and the two teen-agers were
out the door faster than Michael could compute [\( \pi \)] to 16,384 decimal
places.

As they started walking through their subdivision, Danny and Becky both put
each-other's arms around the other. ``You know Becky, there's something I've
been meaning to tell you.'' he said, nervously.

``What is it, Danny?''

``Promise me you won't hate me?'' he asked. Seeing her nod of
acknowledgement, he replied, ``While you were .... unconscious .... I
couldn't help myself by exploring your body a little more. I'm afraid I
probably violated you.''

``What did you do?''

``I touched your lips, your breasts .... looked in your vagina.''

``That's it?'' she asked.

``Yeah.''

``Don't worry about it,'' she said with a grin. ``Besides, I have a surprise
for you when we get to your house.''

The two teenagers spent the rest of the half-mile walk talking about friends
and school.

Danny unlocked the front-door to his house, and escorted Becky inside. ``My
mom and dad have gone to Las Vegas for the week,'' he told her. ``I've got
the house all to myself!''

``This is a very nice house,'' she replied noticing the fine artwork and
antique furniture carefully placed throughout the rooms.

Becky noticed he removed his shoes upon entering his house. Following his
lead, she followed and kicked off her shoes by his front-door.

``My bedroom's upstairs, come on,'' he said.

Becky found his bedroom to be quite clean and functional. Black and white
photographs of landmarks throughout Atlanta adorned his walls, and his
furniture was sleek, black, and modern.

``These are very beautiful pictures.''

``Thank you. I took them myself.''

``You're quite talented.''

Danny jumped onto his twin bed and layed down with his hands clutched behind
his head, supporting it. Becky couldn't help but admire the myriad of items
he had in his room: intricate model airplanes, baseball trophies, swimming
trophies, his entire scout badge and medal collection, and more.

When she was finished inventoring his room, she sat down on his bed next to
him. ``You've got quite a collection of awards, Danny.''

``Thanks,'' he said, reaching up to pull her down to him and giving her a
kiss.

Becky stopped him gently as she climbed on top of him and straddled his
waist. She didn't say anything, but she could already feel his arousal
pressing into her through his jeans.

Without saying anything, she lifted her t-shirt off revealing her perky
breasts which were restrained by her white bra. Bringing her hands in front
of her, she undid the clasp, and slowly slid her bra down off her shoulders.

Next, she stood up on Danny's bed and undid the clasp to her jeans. He
started to move so he wouldn't be in her way, and Becky promptly placed her
socked foot on his groin to restrain him. A grin formed on her face as she
felt his hard cock again. Rubbing it from head to toe with her foot, she
told him, ``Don't move, this is my show tonight.''

Danny was amazed at her balance as she stood on one leg while she slid her
other leg out of her jeans. While moving to stand on her other leg, she slid
her other leg out of her jeans and threw them to the side of his bed.

Danny was pleasantly surprised to see she wasn't wearing any panties.
``Jesus, you're gorgeous,'' Danny said as he gazed up at her perfect body.

Sitting back down, she straddled his groin as she reached up to pull off his
shirt.

Becky loved his chest from the first moment she saw it. In her research, she
had seen 17,000 different images of men; some naked, and some not. Danny's
chest wasn't remarkable in any way. It wasn't as well defined as Chip's or
Michael's but she found its smoothness to be quite appealing.

She leaned forward and gently gave him a kiss. Their tongues met up with
each-other's as they moved their mouths in unison.

Next, she gently pressed her lips onto his chest and gently kissed and
licked his skin. Her taste receptors on her tongue sensed the saltiness of
his sweat.

Danny reached up to squeeze and massage her breasts. He was quite surprised
at how hard and erect her nipples had become which was only making him even
more horny.

Reaching down, she undid his jeans and quickly undid his zipper. Grasping
his underwear and jeans with her hands, she slid them down his legs, pulled
them off, and set them on the floor beside his bed. His cock was stiffly
pressing up against his abdomen.

``I've got a lubricated condom,'' he started to say.

``I don't think that will be necessary this time,'' she said with a giggle.
She gently grasped his member and slid it inside her.

He was amazed at how easy it went in this time and at how moist and warm she
was.

``But before?'' he started to say as he sat up.

``Let's just sat I was malfunctioning before. Now, do you want to talk, or
do you want to screw?'' she said, pushing him back down.

Danny shut up as he gyrated his hips and pushed his cock deeper inside her.
Becky noticed she had other controls which weren't immediately present
during her previous session with Julie and without much thought, actuators
within her robotic vagina gently grabbed and applied pressure to Danny's
cock from within her, milking him from within.

``Oh God,'' he cried out.

Tactile sensors within her were sending an overload of signals to her
central processing units and she found the whole experience to be more
pleasurable than anything she had experienced before. Becky couldn't help
but join in the passion, and let her pleasure take voice.

``Yes!'' she screamed. ``Yes! Yes! Yes!''

Shortly thereafter, the two teenagers came together.

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