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Subject: {ASSM} Love in the Year Two Thousand by Katie McN (MF, Rom, RP)
Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2001 16:10:04 -0400
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Love in the Year 2000

By Katie McN
katie@katiemcn.com

NOTICE - This story is written for adults. Besides having all the
usual sex stuff found in a typical MF romantic story, it also has
a bunch of computer geek thoughts related to Y 2 K. If either of
these areas are a problem, might as well head on out of here
before it's too late.

You should also keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and
certainly has nothing to do with my life or the life of anyone I
know. For example, if there happened to be a bank headquarters
located in the same building as the Petroleum Club in Dallas, why
it would be just one of those coincidence things.

This story is (c) copyrighted by Katie McN, 1999

Let me know what you think of my story. Drop me a line at
katie@katiemcn.com

---

Hi, I'm Bill Condrief and I'm the Chief Computer Systems
Administrator for FirstBanc of Texas. Well, I used to think that
computers were my life, but the Y 2 K computer problem changed
all that for good. It was kind of interesting how it happened, so
let me tell you all about it.

---

Every one of the Computer System Administrators and Technical
Programmers working at FirstBanc Headquarters was told to come
in on the night of December 31 just in case anything went wrong
when the year changed over to from 1999 to 2000. Bank management
was determined that no customer would have the slightest computer
problem on January 1, and plenty of time and money had already
been spent to make it so.

I guess people passing by the FirstBanc Building might have
wondered what the heck was happening in the financial center of
Dallas on that night. Starting at about 10 PM, there were
computer geeks dressed in tee shirts, jeans, tennies and whatever
walking into the building along with a bunch of New Year's party
goers who were heading on up to the Dallas Petroleum Club which
is also located in the FirstBanc building. I must tell you that
those guys in the bad sports jackets and cowboy boots were sure
hoping that us computer geeks weren't on the way up to their
club. Would have caused a real negative sensation, that's for
sure.

Anyhow, the techies all got together in the Bank Operations
Center on the fourth floor. We already had two practice runs
without a single hitch so no one expected any real problems. We
assumed that the victory celebration would be the most eventful
part of our effort.

The bank still had some old legacy IBM equipment in place. Well,
the older stuff presented the highest risk, of course, and it
made sense that I would be given the hands on responsibility for
those systems. This included a bunch of work stations, RJE
terminals, network servers and the operator consoles for the two
disk drive farms located in the dark rooms upstairs.

Everyone was assigned to a two person team. I was pretty lucky in
that respect being on the same team as Amy Laurent who happens to
be the very best Technical Programmer in the Bank. I figured that
between the two of us, we could handle anything that came along
no matter what it was.

Each team had a printed task list describing systems and
equipment they were supposed to test after the clock struck
midnight. We all left about 10 minutes before the hour so we
could start our review process as soon as the clock passed 12.
Amy and I were assigned equipment that was located on different
floors of the building, so we used the main building elevator to
get to our first check point in the Funds Transfer Department. We
were there and ready to start when we heard the citizens of
Dallas begin their New Year's celebration.

We happily found that everything was operating just the way it
was supposed to work. No, we didn't find a single problem, so it
looked like all the work everybody did in advance of the New Year
paid off. I kind of figured it would be like this, and started
feeling a little bit proud of our success as we checked off our
assignments one after another.

After we put a check mark in the last box on our review sheet, we
got in the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor
operations center. It was kind of nice that we were able to get
everything accomplished in less than an hour, and we didn't have
to stop to fix a single problem either. Pretty easy night's work.

Well, if you don't count what happened next on the elevator.

Somewhere between the eighth and ninth floor, the elevator came
to an abrupt stop and started making a strange low pitched
humming sound. Around the same time, the elevator lights dimmed
to about half power and stayed that way even after the humming
sound subsided. Whatever the power problem was, it messed up the
elevator phone, too. The phone was dead when I picked up the
receiver to make a call for help. The red "Press for Emergency
Only" button didn't seem to work either when Amy pressed it.

Well, none of this really bothered me too much because I knew
that we would be missed fairly soon, and someone would come and
find us before too long.

I didn't have anything else to do so I happened to notice that
Amy looked kind of interesting in her tee shirt and jeans. Never
saw her dressed like that before, and it gave me a real good idea
about what she might look like underneath her clothes. For some
reason, this was the first time I noticed she was that cute.
Wonder how I missed that thought?

"Bill, I'm afraid. Elevators scare me to death and being trapped
in one is just more than I can take." Well, she moved closer to
me while she was talking, and I somehow just naturally put my
arms around her to calm her down. I said a few things about how
we would be found soon, how safe elevators were, and anything
else I could think of to take her mind off us being trapped.

Guess I said the right things cause she snuggled closer to me and
seemed to relax a little bit. When she put her arms around me, I
didn't know what to make of it, but she sure felt nice so I just
went along for the ride.

She was smiling real nice when she looked up at me. I noticed
that her face looked pretty as a picture framed in her long
blonde hair, and I don't remember ever seeing her wear her hair
down over her shoulders like that before. Her big brown eyes sure
made a nice contrast to her silky white skin, and my, my, her
boobs felt mighty fine pressed up against my chest like that.

I didn't know just looking at someone could end up in a kiss, but
it sure enough did. It was a real nice little kiss, I must say. I
guess she liked it as much as I did because it led to another
much longer and far more interesting kiss. I kind of tried to
slip my tongue in her mouth and found that she was there just
waiting for me. That kiss just seemed to last forever.

Now I'm not real used to doing stuff like this. In fact, I've
never had a girl friend other than for a two day spell in
elementary school. Somehow my body seemed to like what was going
on, though. Well, that bulge developing in the front of my pants
must have been real noticeable to her the way she was pressed up
against me and all, but she didn't let on that she was aware of
it, although she did seem to be pressing against me a little bit
harder than before.

She pulled my shirt out of my pants and then I felt her hands on
my back. It seemed like some sort of low voltage electrical
charge was passing through her fingers as she trailed them up and
down my spine.

I was more than a little surprised when she took my hand and put
it on her breast. Well, I was interested in learning a little
more about her tits and so I pulled her shirt up a bit so I could
do some exploring of my own.

Guess I wasn't moving fast enough for her, though. She put her
arms straight up in the air, and seemed to be waiting for me to
take her shirt off. Well, I just went ahead and did it, and, as I
was admiring my handiwork, she unhooked her bra and threw it on
the floor right next to where her shirt was laying. Shoot, I'd
seen some nice looking boobs in magazines and all, but nothing
compared to what Amy had on display there in that elevator.

I thought I was going to rip through the front of my pants the
first time I touched her bare tits. Man, she sure felt good. So
very soft, but firm, too. Just don't exactly know how to explain
it, but I sure did like the sensation.

While I was concentrating on her boobs, she got my belt undone,
pulled down my zipper and was working on helping me out of my
pants. As you might guess, I was a little nervous about this
development, but my dick seemed to like it so I figured it
couldn't hurt to play along.

We were kissing and touching and holding and just liking every
minute of our love making. Next thing I knew, we were on the
floor and our clothes were coming off real easy like. She had the
most gorgeous body I could ever imagine, and she must have liked
mine the way she was rubbing and holding everything like she just
opened a treasure chest.

Amy climbed on top of me and let her tits rub up and down on my
chest. I was willing to lay there for a mighty long time letting
her do that to me, I must say. I did manage to grab on to her ass
and kind of check it out. Her butt felt just as nice as her tits.
I could get real used to holding on to stuff like that.

She slipped her hand underneath her body and soon found my very
erect cock waiting there to say hi. I sure was impressed with
myself for not cumming as soon as she grabbed on to my dick. She
used her hand to guide my swollen member to where she wanted it,
and then lowered herself on my dick in a way that it slipped real
easy into her pussy. Amy sure did feel good, kind of like a wet
tunnel of love.

Amy started moving up and down in a leisurely pace and I joined
in kind of matching what she was doing. That didn't last for
long, though. Pretty soon we were thrusting and pressing and
moving as fast as we could. Kept feeling better and better, I
must say.

I wanted to touch her everywhere and she seemed to want to do the
same thing to me. Her back was smooth as silk, and I felt the
energy in her thighs and arms. We both started making some sounds
that would be hard to describe using just words, and we got
louder and louder as things progressed towards a climax. She must
of gotten off at the same time I did because she made some new
noises just like the ones I was making. I came with an explosive
blast that filled her with my cum, and filled me with an
excitement I'd never known before.

We held each other real tight for a long few minutes. Well, I
never experienced anything like that before and wanted to savor
every bit of it. After awhile, she broke free and started kissing
me on the chest and biting on my nipples. Then her tongue moved
down my chest, over my stomach and down toward my dick. Well, my
penis was resting at the time figuring that it had done a mighty
fine job of fucking and so could take the rest of the day off. It
found out different as she kissed past my stomach and seemed to
be heading toward my cock.

When she took my now semi-rigid member in her mouth, it jumped to
attention right away. She sucked on my dick and got all the
leftovers, that's for sure. I was standing tall and looking good
in no time, and my dick certainly did like the way she sucked and
kissed it.

I pulled myself over her this time and we had a repeat
performance of what we did before. We lasted a little longer, but
the end result was just as pleasurable. When we finished round
two, we couldn't do anything except just lay there, holding each
other in total exhaustion.

The elevator suddenly started to move again, so we scrambled into
our clothes, and we were still buttoning up when the door opened
on the fourth floor. Good thing no one was standing around there,
or we would have been caught for sure.

Seems as though no one found a single Y 2 K problem that night,
and of course, Amy and I didn't mention the elevator seeing as
how it took care of itself. Well, after everyone congratulated
each other on our big Y 2 K success, we went over to her place.
The two of us stayed in bed for most of the day, but didn't do
too much sleeping, that's for sure.

---

Here we are a year later in the Adolphous Hotel Honeymoon Suite
only a few hours after our wedding. Things happened real fast for
Amy and me, but I'm certainly not complaining, not one bit.

"You know Amy, it sure was lucky that we had that Y 2 K problem
with the elevator. I don't know how we would have gotten together
if that hadn't happened."

She started laughing at me and said, "Billy, you're the silliest
boy I every met. I was interested in you ever since I started at
the bank but all you ever could think about was computers and
such. Well, I decided I had to do something to get things
started, so when I was assigned to write programs for
Environmental Systems, I just added a little virus of my own to
the Elevator Control subroutine. Worked pretty well, don't you
think?"

Dang, boy, you learn something new about computers everyday.

The End

By Katie McN
katie@katiemcn.com


Let me know what you think of my story. Drop me a line at
katie@katiemcn.com

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