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The Understanding

by Lazarus



As the glow slowly faded from the screen, the realization of the
situation began to finally sink in.


The knot deep in the pit of Marc's stomach, felt almost palpable,
the hollow void growing and expanding within his viscera until
it threatened to engulf him completely.  Her words had stung,
slicing him deeply, conveying to him her feelings, her hurt
and anguish.  Now the relationship that he had wanted so desperately
to keep alive across half a continent, was as dead as the blank
console before his now misty eyes.


He had grown to love her more than life itself, and her vitality and
almost constant enthusiasm had been the glue that had kept the pieces
of his ragged existence from flying apart.  He looked forward so
much to their daily meetings in this strange medium demarcated
by wires and electrons.  She always cheered him up, finding a
way to drag him from the emotional mire that he so often fell into.
He knew he needed her.  There was no question of that fact.  What he
would do with her words no longer on his screen to give him
sustenance, was an entirely different matter.


They had met in such an unusual manner, a short message from
her in his box one morning had been the start.  As he sipped
that first cup of coffee, his elixir of revival as his brain sought to
prepare itself to meet the rigors of the day, he had read the
missive over and over.  It was short and to the point, not the
usual fare that he received in his line of work, but it was
flattering in it own efficient way.  And there was something
else, a feeling he got from the spaces not occupied by letters
and symbols, that demanded him to reply.


As they conversed almost daily, the feelings began to grow, evolving
into what could only be described as love:  Not traditional in the
exact sense of the word, but a deep sense of trust and commitment
that flourished in a way that the usual sensibilities could not compete
with.  Now that emotional attachment was in jeopardy.


Marc knew he had no choice.  They had exchanged phone numbers and
agreed that they would not be used regularly; but in an emergency,
when they needed to talk, they would be there for each other.


With trembling hands, Marc dialed the number.


"Hello?" The feminine voice that answered was soft and tentative.


"Era?" he enquired, his voice full of concern.


"Marc?"

He paused then, reaching for his words, pondering what to say to
express how he felt.  Somehow, nothing seemed right.


"Can we talk?"


"I don't know..." she replied uncertainly.


"Dear, we need to talk... is someone there?"


"No, but I need some time to think... I just need some space."


"I know... I feel so bad... will you forgive me if I tell you how
sorry I am?  Really."


"There's nothing to forgive," the voice was soft, almost a whisper.


"I just need more than we have."


"Era, I need you in my life... you mean so much to me..."


"Marc," she countered, cutting him off mid-sentence.  "If you really
feel that way... then, you must show me..."


"But how?" he stammered.


"Tell me," she breathed, "I need to know."


There was stony silence on the line as the man fought with his
reluctance.  He knew he cared for her as he had for no one before
her.  What was his meager existence previously, was now but an empty
shell.  She gave him a reason to face his world each day.  The
thought of not having her brightness shining  into the blackened void
of his habit-controlled life would be more than he might bear.


"Lover, please believe me when I tell you I love you... perhaps more
than any woman I have ever known..."  Then after a pause that felt
uncertain, "...and I know you need more."


"I need YOU, Marc," she responded, her voice quivering slightly with
the strained emotion that was seeping from between her words.  "I need you
to hold me, to look into your eyes... to really feel your needs and
dreams."


She paused then, a silence Marc wondered, that might be imposed by
her need to control her emotions.  He heard her deep sigh from across
a thousand miles.


"Marc, my precious Marc, I need you to make love to me."


He waited the
n, not answering, knowing she had more to convey.

"In this few months we have become so close.  I have never met another
man like you.  And dearest, you possess my heart... but I need something
tangible,  more than an image on a screen."


"Era..."


"No, let me finish... you need to understand.  Do you have any idea what
it like for a woman to find someone in this cold dark world like you?  Do
you have any idea?  When I dreamed of you last night, it was so real.  You
were here, in my bed, touching me.  I felt you hands caress my breasts,
your fingers run around my hard nipples, then pinch them lightly.  I felt
your mouth on them as you suckled me, attending to each of them, making
love to them as no man has ever done before, ...slowly, tenderly.  I felt
your tongue on my breasts, my stomach as you lingeringly travel my
torso, before finding the very place where I needed you most."


Marc could hear her breathe, she was so close yet so far away.  His cock was
hardening, pushing insistently against the confining texture of his
clothing.
Without thinking, he felt himself, reveling subconsciously in the fullness
of his crotch.


"I felt your head between my thighs, your fingers gently spreading me,
opening
me to your tongue.  It was so wonderful, so perfect.  You made me writhe,
trying
desperately to give you access to all of me... and I flowed Marc.  You make
me so wet... my sex so turgidly excited just to think about you."


She sighed again deeply, and to Marc the receiver seemed to be alive.  He
was erect
now, swollen and throbbing, brought to this state by a woman whose ethereal
beauty he could only imagine.


"Then you were over me.  I reached to feel your manhood, finding the
moisture
seeping from the swollen head, then positioning that wonderful hardness at
the entrance to my needs.  I felt you push slowly against me, insisting
softly
yet demanding access to my heated core.  You felt like steel as you slid
slowly,
carefully into me... inch by inch, stretching me, filling me to the brim."


She stopped then, allowing the silence to have what effect she could not
convey with words.



"Marc, that is what I need... "



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