Message-ID: <39543asstr$1038708603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <Mmtwassel@aol.com> From: Mmtwassel@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <23.283eed7b.2b1a3a57@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2002 10:59:19 EST Subject: {ASSM} Mat Twassel: Two Days in August x-no-archive: yes x-archive-expire: 2003-01-01 Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2002 21:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/39543> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate, newsman Two Days in August from Calendar.atEROS by Mat Twassel ========================================================= August 8, 2002 Katherine's Journal--Trashy Novel I saw Marianne at the pool. She was stretched out on her tummy on one of the recliners reading a paperback book, and she didn't see me at first, not until my shadow was practically covering her book. "Hey," I said. "Hot day, huh? What are you reading?" "Oh, just a trashy novel," Marianne said. She sat up quickly and closed the book. "Ah," I said. "Are you at one of the good parts?" Marianne blushed. "Must be a really juicy part," I said. She blushed all the harder. "No, no," she stammered. "It's just, you know, a trashy novel." Walking along the beach I remembered the time I was eleven or twelve and we were at the lake for the summer and one day I picked up the paperback which was lying open but face down on the little table by my mom's bed. I read quickly. I don't remember the words exactly, but it was about a man and a woman on a boat or ship kissing, caressing, making love. I do remember one sentence: "When she came, it was bright as the sun and swollen as the sea." Came where? I didn't understand. I didn't know what "it" could be. Bright as the sun and swollen as the sea. That didn't make any sense. I tried to puzzle it out. Probably just a printing mistake. I asked my mom. "What does this mean? 'When she came, it was bright as the sun and swollen as the sea'?" "You shouldn't be reading that," Mom snapped. "It's just junk." She snatched the book from my hands. "But you're reading it," I protested. "Yeah, well I shouldn't be reading it either." She closed the book and took it out of the room, and I never saw it again, though a couple of times I hunted for it. Walking along the beach I felt a little sad. Maybe I'd deprived my mom of some innocent pleasure. Well, maybe not so innocent. I wondered if my mom would read that stuff and touch herself. Maybe somehow I'd spoiled it for Marianne, too. I decided to tell Marianne about the time I'd picked up my mom's trashy novel, but when I went past the pool on the way back, Marianne wasn't there. Probably reading in the privacy of her room, I thought, and I thought of her touching herself as she read, and when I looked out over the dunes the sea was swollen and the sun was bright and maybe at that moment Marianne was making herself come. A couple of seabirds cried, and that made me smile, but suddenly that's what I wanted to do, touch myself and make myself come. Only we didn't have any trashy novels. ========================================================= August 9, 2002 Spigot David was helping Melissa with the gardening. Almost a week now, he still wasn't sure what to call her. Not Mom. Not Melissa. Not Miss Warner. Nothing seemed right. "Why don't you hook up the hose?" she asked him. "Remember, righty tighty, lefty loosey." She pointed to the spigot on the side of the house and she laughed. A little sputter of a laugh. David nodded. As David unrolled the hose and dragged one end towards the spigot, he remembered something from his freshman year of high school. It was after evening swim practice. He was outside the old brick school, waiting in the back parking lot for his parents to pick him up. It was cold, maybe ten degrees, and he huddled into his coat and tightened his body. It was snowing. It had been snowing for a while, and some of the snow was starting to stick. David scooped some of it up and packed it into a snowball and tossed it against the side of the building. But most of the snowball disintegrated in the air as it flew. Too dry. David gather some more snow in his mittens, but instead of packing it into a snowball he took it to the water spigot jutting from the bricks a few steps left of the back door. He wasn't sure he had anything in mind. Maybe just get it a little damp. Just then a couple of kids came out. Rick Pike and Rick Swanson, seniors on the team. Swanson was combing his crew cut, trying to make the front stand up in a little tuft. "Whatcha doin?" Pike asked. At first David thought he was talking to Swanson, so he didn't answer. "I said, 'What the fuck are you doing?'" "Nothing," David said. "Just making snowballs." "It looks like he's sticking snow up that faucet," Swanson said. "Why would he do a silly ass thing like that?" Pike asked. "Probably pretending he's stuffing it up his girlfriend's cunt." "Is that what you're doing?" Pike asked. "No, I ..." David stammered. It was the first time he'd ever heard anyone say cunt. He wasn't even sure what it meant. "I ..." "His girlfriend's awfully cute," Swanson said. "Ginny Ambrose. I seen her. I seen him walking in the hall with her one day. Freckles. Sweet little titties. Snowball sized." Pike laughed. He had picked up some snow. He was squeezing it in his bare hands, packing it. "But why you want to stuff snow in her cunt? That's not very respectful like," Pike said. "I didn't ... I ..." "I'll give you a hint," Pike said. "Righty tighty, lefty loosey. Always remember that." "I will," David said. "Right," Pike said. "Righty tighty. Ginny looks like a righty to me, doesn't she to you, Swanson? I bet she's got the tightest little cunt." "She ..." David said. "I ..." Car lights. His parents. "Righty tighty," Pike called out as David stepped towards the car. "You let us know if you want any help loosening it up." David slipped into the backseat. As they drove off a snowball thumped on the roof. "Friends of yours?" David's dad said. "Not really," David said. "Just guys on the team." David had the hose attached to the spigot. He turned on the water. Tight seal. Nothing dripped. Then Melissa sprayed him. ========================================================= Each day Calendar.atEROS presents erotic shorts, each of them complete, most of them connected, many of them illustrated (as is August 9th, above). I could use your support. 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