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Subject: {ASSM} Flashback:  Cousins, Pt. 7 by Mistress Diana (MF, cousins)
Date: Fri, 24 May 2002 22:10:03 -0400
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The following is a work of fiction.  If you are offended by the sexual
situations referenced in this story, it's time to go elsewhere.

Copyright 2002, Mistress Diana

Flashback: Cousins, Part 7

New Years Eve, 1999:  San Francisco

It was the biggest party night of the Millennium.  Literally.  I was dressed 
in a black, strapless evening gown and I was wearing a mask.  Actually, 
everyone was.  It was the event of events for the New Year - a masquerade 
ball.

So there was I was in the poshest hotel in the city surrounded by the best 
and brightest - minus one.  Jake, in his undying love for his business, was 
hunkered down in San Jose with his employees babysitting the business.  He 
was convinced the Y2K bug was out to get him and he wanted to be the one to 
squash it.

Naturally I was disappointed that I couldn't spend the big night with my 
husband, but he was so insistent that he was needed.  He persuaded me to go 
to the ball.  And he promised that as soon as we could, we would slip away 
to the Caymans for a much needed vacation.

There was no shortage of people to accompany me to the party.  Most of the 
wives of couples I knew were being similarly abandoned.  We were all married 
to Software Giants who were more concerned with the roll-over of the 
calendar than a silly party.

I was determined to have a good time and dressed up in my very best and even 
had a limo pick me up.  As we whisked through the streets of the city and 
headed for the Bay Bridge, I reflected on my life as I think most people did 
at this very important juncture.

Jake and I married in the fall of 1993.  He didn't see any reason for a long 
courtship - he was `madly and passionately' in love with me.  I loved him as 
well - maybe not with the same intensity, but I did love him and he made me 
happy.  The wedding was in Virginia and everyone was there - except Robert.

I was never quite sure why he wasn't able to go, but I figured it was just 
as well.  I didn't go to his either.  We were both consumed with jealously.

Anyway, Jake and I honeymooned in the Caribbean and became big fans of 
snorkeling.  We tried to get away at least once a year to do this.  We spent 
another year in New York and Jake decided to move his business to Silicon 
Valley.  It was where the action was.  I said I would go along with it as 
long as we could live in Oakland Hills.  He agreed and we moved west.

I was able to transfer to my company's San Francisco office with little 
difficulty and before I knew it we were settled into a comfortable 
California life.

Things with Jake were, in a word, calm.  He was a hard worker and a loving 
husband.  I put my crazy days with Robert behind me and concentrated on 
being a good wife.  We decided to forgo having children and just concentrate 
on our careers and each other.

Eight years slipped by and my memories of Robert were largely tucked away.  
Very rarely did I let myself remember what we did.  When I did, it usually 
got me horny then slightly depressed.  I only saw him once after I got 
married and it was during Thanksgiving.  He didn't say much to me as Pamela 
was with him.  It was about a year after Jake and I got married.  Of course 
he looked great like he always did and I had a hard time trying to 
concentrate on other conversations.  Then after that he slipped away and I 
didn't hear much about him.

It was so weird that after being so madly in love with him, I didn't think 
of him often.

The limo pulled up in front of the hotel and I walked into the lobby.  The 
place was buzzing with excitement and I was instantly swept up in it.  A new 
Millennium!  I showed my invitation, grabbed a mask and made my way into the 
ballroom.

It was decorated in such a way that it was grand and decadent at the same 
time.  I grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray and took in the sights and 
sounds before me.

The room was filled with masked partygoers, but it looked like most people 
were able to find others that they knew.  Little groups of three and four 
were clustered around the bar and tables with food.  A few adventurous souls 
were dancing to mainly 80's music.  As the Police boomed over the sound 
system I felt a little pang of a memory tucked away.  I smiled wryly at the 
fact that the 80's had made a comeback.

I was spotted by some of my contemporaries and was pulled into an excited 
conversation about this one and that one.  I drank a few glasses of 
champagne and felt the buzz in the room elevate as the seconds ticked away 
towards midnight.  I had to admit, it was pretty exciting.

I did miss Jake, though.  He had called right before I left to say that he 
would be home as soon as he was sure things were going to be ok.  It would 
probably be morning before I saw him.  As I told him I loved him, I could 
hear laughing and the distinct sound of a beer opening.  I smiled as I 
thought they were probably going to have a good time and make the best of 
it.

I was getting a little tipsy, but it didn't matter.  I had a ride home and 
besides - I was masked!

At five minutes to midnight, the room reached a fever pitch.  It had already 
swung into 2000 in several time zones without any trouble and people felt 
hopeful and excited.  I moved to the edge of the room to steady myself and 
get ready.  For, hopefully, the last time they played Prince's 1999 and I 
leaned back against the wall and let a few more memories drift over me.

As the song wound down and they began to count down the last minute of 1999, 
I was aware of someone staring intently at me.  I didn't think I knew him, 
but he was masked and it was dark as they had shut down the lights.  There 
was something familiar about him, but I figured it was one of Jake's 
software buddies who somehow managed to get out of babysitting.

I diverted my attention when I heard: "10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1!!!!!!!!!"

Suddenly the room was flooded with balloons and confetti.  Everyone was 
hugging and kissing each other.  I was wishing Jake was there when I felt 
two hands grasp my arms.  I looked to see who it was but before I knew what 
was going on, a pair of lips was pressing hard against mine in a kiss that 
left me breathless.

When at last he pulled away I was too stunned for words.  The mask was now 
off and it was Robert.

Time suddenly stood still then began to reverse.  My first (and only?) love 
stood there before me with such a look of longing on his face.  I forgot 
where I was and threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly.  The years 
melted away and we together again.

Every once in a while I would fantasize about meeting him and what we would 
do.  I always thought it would be strained and subdued since we had not seen 
each other in a while.  But what was going on in that packed room exceeded 
my expectations.  As we embraced so did a hundreds of others.  Although most 
were celebrating the fact they had made it  to the new Millennium, Robert 
and I were erasing the years that had separated us.

He held on to me tightly.  At that moment I forgot about everything else and 
concentrated on his arms around me and his hard body pressed against me.  I 
felt his mouth move to my ear and his voice told me how much he had missed 
me.  A few tears came to my eyes.

"Let's go someplace a little more private.  I have to see you and hear you," 
he murmured.

I broke away from him and led him away to a deserted corridor.  We sat in a 
love seat and faced each other.  At last I pulled my mask off and smiled at 
him.

"God, you're beautiful, Beth," he croaked.

I blushed like I used to and looked down at his hands.  Suddenly I noticed 
he had no wedding band on.  I looked up at his face.

"Pamela," was all I said.

"Divorced me three years ago," he said.

"Oh my god, I didn't even know!  I'm so sorry!"

He shrugged.

"It was bound to happen, but I don't want to talk about it right now."

I nodded and looked into his blue eyes.  He smiled again and that boyish 
charm returned.  He looked great - his blond hair was a little longer and 
brushed back from his face.  My eyes wandered over his body and saw that he 
was still taking care of it.  Again, the memories came rushing back.

"I can't believe we ran into each other here," I said finally.  "How did you 
come to be here?"

"Well, after the divorce I moved back to Pasadena and got a teaching job at 
Caltech.  It was the best thing I ever did.  I love it there."

I smiled at him knowing how much academia agreed with him.

"One of my friends from the university invited me up to the Bay Area when he 
found out I was going to spend New Year's alone.  I think he felt sorry for 
me."  He laughed and went on:  "He told me that the Who's Who of San 
Francisco would be at this ball and it would be fun to go.  He has friends 
in high places, I guess."

He looked at me and his face got serious.

"I know about your husband - he's pretty well known at Caltech.  I figured 
he would be here along with you and I wanted to catch a glimpse."

I said nothing and instead looked at him.

"So I went in here and picked you out right away, but I haven't seen your 
husband."

"He's working - Y2K," I said in a small voice.  I was feeling like I needed 
some air all of a sudden.

"Oh right, of course."

"So you were checking me out all evening?" I asked.

"Yes.  I was afraid to approach you.  I had no idea how it would go."

I finally raised my eyes to look at him.  His hands squeezed mine.

"Beth, I never stopped loving you after all these years.  A million times I 
wanted to contact you, but I figured you were too busy with your life.  I 
didn't want to bring up old...memories."

"That was probably a wise idea," I said.  "I've been happily married these 
last 6 years."

"I know - I kept up with you through my mother."  He paused.  "You must be 
very happy."

"I am," I admitted.  "It's a good life out here."

I was still buzzing from the champagne and the effects of being kissed by 
him.  It started to stir an old yearning inside me.  I tried to push it 
down, but it was persistent.  I realized our hands were still tightly 
clasped.  Then, without warning, the tears came flooding out.

"Beth...what's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"I - I don't know.  It's just-"  And then I slumped as big sobs came out of 
me.

I felt his arms go around to hug me close to him.  It was a comforting 
embrace and I was grateful for it.  So many memories and emotions that had 
been locked away were released and I couldn't hold back any more.  I cried 
on his shoulder as if the world had suddenly ended.  His hand rubbed my back 
and he whispered over and over that it was ok.

"I've missed you so much," I said between sobs.  "I never realized it until 
now."

"I'm right here, my love.  I've never been far away."

He held me until I calmed down.  At last I pulled away and I pulled some 
tissues from my purse and wiped my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," I murmured.

"It's ok - I totally understand how you feel."

"I think I'm going to go home now," I said, feeling very tired.

"Do you need a ride or something?" he asked as we stood up.

"No, I have a limo.  I just need to call him."

I reached in my purse for my cell phone and dialed the number.  After I hung 
up, I wiped my eyes again and looked at him.

"It was good to see you again, Robert," I said.

He looked a little heart-broken, but I needed to go home.  I was afraid of 
what might happen, but I gave him my card anyway.

"Give me a call or an email any time," I said.  "Jake and I would love to 
take you to dinner if you're up this way again."

I heard myself saying those words and it sounded so formal - so forced.  He 
took the card and put it away.

"I'll be in touch.  I promise."

He pulled me close and kissed my cheek.

"Happy New Year, Beth."

And then he was gone back down the hall and into the party.


June 2000:  San Francisco

By the summer the honeymoon was over and the software industry was taking a 
big dive.  Jake's company was struggling and he was determined to keep it 
afloat.  It put a tremendous strain on us.  He was on the road constantly 
trying to get more funding and win clients.  When he was home, he was moody 
and depressed.  I tried my best to soothe him, but he wasn't haven't any of 
it.  I began to just leave him alone and spend my nights on the Internet 
doing work.  The advertising business was still thriving and I always had 
plenty to do.

The first email from Robert came one night while I was reading the financial 
news online.  Jake was in Phoenix on business and I was pretty bored.  As 
soon as I saw his name come up, my heart skipped a beat.  I double-clicked 
on the subject line and his words appeared on my screen.

Hi cousin:

Sorry I didn't write sooner - I lose track
of time when the semester is going on.
It was really great to see you on New Year's.
You looked great as always.  We heard at
Caltech that things aren't going so well
with Jake's company.  I hope things turn
around for you.  Let me know if I can do
anything.  Keep in touch...

-Robert

I read it again and hesitated a bit before I clicked `Reply'.

Robert - Yes, things are not so good, but Jake
is determined to pull through this.  He's in
Phoenix right now trying to land a large client.
I hope it turns out ok - he's been a bit edgy.

Glad to have seen you too.  Thanks for
thinking of me.

Beth

I sent it and went to get a glass of wine.  When I came back, my email icon 
was flashing.  Apparently he was online and got my message right away.  I 
opened it and got a very brief message which made my heart flutter:

Are you alone right now?

My screen name is bb64

I went to my instant message program and looked at my very short list of 
contacts.  Before I knew it, I had added his name to it and there he was on 
my screen.

adwiz: yes, I'm alone...bb64?
bb64:  bridge builder
adwiz:  ohhh..hahaha
bb64: i miss you
adwiz:  I miss you too...
bb64: i haven't been able to get you out of my mind since new year's
adwiz: I thought you were involved in your semester?
bb64: i lied
adwiz: oh.
bb64: I wish I was there right now holding you close

I sighed and looked at those words for a minute before responding.

adwiz:  I have to admit, I wish you were here too
bb64: god, you are so sexy...
adwiz: *blush*
bb64: I love it when you blush
adwiz: you always seem to do it to me!
bb64: but I like making you cum even more
adwiz: now I'm blushing even more!

I had to laugh.  I had never flirted via the Internet before.  Leave it to 
Robert...

bb64: what are you wearing?
adwiz: are you serious??? you sound like some high school kid!
bb64: maybe I am ;)
adwiz: hehehehe
bb64: so...
adwiz: so?
bb64: what are you wearing?
adwiz: a pair of shorts and my sports bra - I was working out earlier
bb64: mmmmm...get all sweaty?
adwiz: of course
bb64: would you do something for me?
adwiz:  what?
bb64: pinch your nipple.

A shudder went through me just then.  He was the same old Robert again, just 
the way of communication changed.  I reached up and pinched my nipple 
through the fabric of my bra and shuddered again.

bb64: did u do it?
adwiz: yes...
bb64: make them hard for me...pretend I'm sucking them

I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my nipples through the bra, but there 
was too much material.  I hooked it and freed my tightly bound breasts.  My 
nipples responded to the air and began to harden.  I pulled on them and 
remembered how he used to suck and bite them.  I shivered. and I couldn't 
believe what I was doing.

bb64: they're hard now, aren't they?
adwiz: yes.
bb64: good...now touch your pussy

I reached down and slid my hand in my shorts and my phone rang.

adwiz: shit! phone
bb64: ok...

I grabbed my cell phone and saw that it was Jake.

"Hi, honey," I said, trying to compose myself.

"Hi - did I catch you in the middle of something?"

"Oh, just finished working out - a little short of breath."

I felt terrible lying.

"Well, I thought I'd just check in," he said.

"How's it going?"

He let out a deep sigh.  "Not good.  We haven't been named vendor of choice 
and I'm not sure we will."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie..."

"I'll figure something out.  Anyways, I'm not going to be home until 
Friday."

It was only Monday.

"That sucks," I said sullenly.

"I know, but I'll be home by noon.  Maybe we can drive up the coast for the 
weekend."

"Ok, that sounds good.  Hurry home!"

"I will," and he hung up.

I sighed and put the phone down and looked at my screen.

adwiz: ok, I'm back - it was Jake
bb64: everything ok?
adwiz: no, I think they are going to lose this sale
bb64: sorry to hear that
adwiz: and he won't be home until Friday

There was nothing from him for the next couple of minutes.

adwiz: still there?
bb64: yeah, just thinking that I may need to go to SF soon
adwiz: why is that? business?
bb64: yeah, there is a pussy that needs satisfying

I blushed deeply and realized my bra was still open and my pussy was a 
little moist.

adwiz: you're bad, you know that?
bb64: bad to bone
bb64: but serious
adwiz: I don't think...
bb64: why not?  you scared?
adwiz: well I am married in case you forgot
bb64: that never stopped you when I was married

He had a point.  I felt a wave of excitement wash over me at the prospect of 
seeing him again.  He had begun to excite me all over again.

adwiz: so you want to come up here?
bb64: yes.
adwiz: when?
bb64: is tomorrow too soon?
adwiz: I have to work
bb64: don't go in
adwiz: but I have to...
bb64: no you don't.  my semester is done and I need a vacation
adwiz: I'll have to check my schedule
bb64: Beth - I want to come up there and fuck you silly...fuck the schedule

My face turned a deep red when he typed that.

bb65: and I'll get a hotel so we can be discreet
adwiz: um, ok...
bb64: having second thoughts?

I took a deep breath and said: fuck it.

adwiz: no - get your sexy ass up here
bb64: that's my cousin - let me give you my cell phone number...




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