Message-ID: <41693asstr$1049703003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com> From: Jack C Lipton <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <200304070417.h374H3U15578@penrij.uucp.jtan.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2003 00:17:03 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Horizontal Integration (rom, FM) Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2003 04:10:03 -0400 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/Year2003/41693> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net> Title: Horizontal Integration Part: Universe: Almost Reality Summary: Assistance comes in many guises Keywords: FM rom Revision: $Revision: 1.11 $ Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/ Mailing List: FAQ: RCS: $Id: horizontal.x,v 1.11 2003/04/07 00:51:34 jcl Exp jcl $ Horizontal Integration by Jack C Lipton Mitch, an older guy I've been working with, had a "baby" sister attending a nearby University. She was just completing her Masters Degree in Geophysics and I'd met her on occasion, usually at Mitch's; I'd be invited for dinner or a picnic. Despite her attractive features, her brilliant mind and sweet personality, I'd been spooked with the way she looked at me, or, rather, didn't. She never seemed to look straight at me during all of the times we met. Despite this less than enthusiastic reception (as I saw it) I was still as kind and considerate of her as possible in the forlorn hope of being worthy of her notice. It was tough to deal with at times but she was, well, adorable. It was easy to measure other women against her and see them fall short. Unfortunately, this reminded me that I fell short, too. I figured I really didn't stand much chance of being noticed by her, since I'd not managed to get through college, going to work instead. It did not help my own case considering her combination of both beauty and brains. She wasn't just out of my league, we weren't even the same species. I mean, I'm not really all that stupid, I was just, well, less educated. Unpolished. Well, unsophisticated. OK, I was innocent. And, perhaps, maybe a little stupid. I had been constantly reminded as a child that I was nothing special, so, in life, I *was* nothing special. No real ambition. Unaggressive. Sally was everything I could possibly dream of in a woman and, well, I felt like a frog. I was certainly no Prince. Not even a frog Prince. Just a frog. I counted it fortunate that I'd finally lost my tail and gills, too. Being a tadpole was not fun. While I never attempted to date Sally, I did manage to go on dates. My dating experiences didn't go all that well. I swear I must have had "LOSER" tattooed on my forehead using an ink only women could see; my dates seemed to lose interest in me quickly. I guess being a techie does not help. Poor Mitch. I would usually tell him about my lousy results from dating so he was either getting depressed or even amused with my poor showing. I was sometimes paranoid enough to think he was laughing at me behind my back given some of the disasters I related to him. And the aftermaths of these disasters were no fun for me, tending to discourage me from making any kind of effort to try again. Well, at least until the sensation of rejection and humiliation faded. Mitch had asked me a couple of times why I didn't try to date his sister, which, looking back, should have given me some clue, but my basic insecurity did not help matters. I usually told him that she was too many steps above me on the evolutionary ladder for her to notice me, much less consider me dating material. Just because I said it jokingly didn't mean I felt it was untrue. I would have laughed at anyone who told me this woman was the key to my future happiness. "Yeah, she's armed and will put me out of my misery" came to mind. Anyway, enough of me. I'd spent so much time in self-pity that it was not something I'd easily be yanked out of. I had grown so accustomed to failure just before my life changed. On this wintry Friday, Sally had come into town from school for the week-end, expecting to ride home with Mitch. I'd seen her occasionally when he would whisk her away from the office, and, depending upon how despondent I was (which depended upon how long since the previous disaster of a date) it ranged from a pleasure to see her to a reminder of what I could never hope for. When I'm really depressed seeing her happy face stop at my cubicle was not something to dissipate the dark cloud. But on this cold day everything changed. This day Mitch had to leave early for some kind of family emergency. Sally didn't get the call on her cell-phone because her battery was dead. Which dropped her in my lap, me being the only person here that she knew. A part of me was saying "There *is* a God!" (Yes, I was *almost* ready to date again.) I got the call from Security, went down to sign her in, got her a "sticky" badge and took a surprising amount of pleasure in writing "Sally" on the sticky badge. I was sane enough, though, to not put it on her shirt for her. Sure, I wanted to, but it's not wise to tempt fate, right? On the way to my cubicle she followed me closely, touching my right arm occasionally (did I die? Was I in heaven?) as I let her know I'd be happy to drive her to Mitch's house. The tough part of saying that is that I wanted to keep her with me. D'you think I was happy? Let me be brutally honest: I was ecstatic. She'd touched me. More than once. If you think I'd miss a chance to do her some small favor you have rocks in your head. I kept hoping to get (and keep) this woman's attention. Yes, I was hopelessly smitten. I may be crazy but I want you to know I have good taste. On this afternoon though, I was in the midst of setting up a system for the Function Test group and needed to work through the software build sheets. I did my best to set Sally up in the empty cubicle across the aisle from me. This was making me anxious-- she looked pretty forlorn herself sitting there, in effect stuck with me as I tried to put things right for the week-end. Needless to say my insecurities and fears of rejection spun a whole new set of nightmares for me to ponder. I prefer these stay forgotten, now. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Doing my best to avoid any tremors in my voice, I told her: "Sal, I've got another 45 minutes to an hour before I can leave; d'you think any of my reading material would interest you?" She shook her head. With her eyes closed, she sure looked pretty tired to me. It hurt to just see her dragging like that. "OK, but is there anything I can do to cheer you up?" "You have any music?" Despite her obvious tiredness, her voice was all the music *I* needed to hear. It would be easy for me to accommodate her. "Sure, I've got a drive share full of OGGs mounted so I can play music here. Anything you'd prefer?" "Classical would be nice, something restful..." OK, I could get into that, but I'd hold off the 1812 Overture for her. I had an appropriate playlist already and I launched XMMS, adjusting the speakers. This late on a Friday afternoon there was nobody nearby to complain despite the lack of white noise generators over the cubicle farm. With the first strains of Strauss' "Blue Danube" playing, she relaxed, put her feet up on the desk and leaned the seat back and closed her eyes again. It took me more than just a few seconds to return to my work. All right, I admit it, I spent that time ogling this woman. With her eyes closed again, I finally-- never having dared to dream before-- caressed her body with my eyes as she'd caressed my soul by touching me. Even with the cold-weather gear, she was a pretty girl. Tall, rather thin, small breasts (I couldn't guess the size, my eyes were completely un-calibrated), long blonde hair, blue eyes (still closed, thankfully), beautiful skin and a face that would launch several thousand starships and burn a whole galactic arm worth of cities. Yes, I know what you're thinking, this guy is a virgin, he'll see any woman with enough of the right parts and reasonable placement as a knock-out, and you'd probably be right. This woman was nice for me to look upon, though. I'd already liked her voice, too. She just couldn't seem to look at me. Oh, to hold her eyes! Add to all of that my basic insecurity. Consider the fairy-tale of the frog Prince. I suspect that this world is full of men like myself who have found it easiest to identify with a frog themselves, not realizing that it was a story to teach people to look beyond the obvious (i.e. "don't judge a book by it's cover"). I do not know how many felt as I did, though, identifying with the frog three lily pads to the left. This frog is not a "stealth Prince". How many men hope that the kiss of a perfect Princess would allow them to jump into human form? The fairy tale carried more truth than I'd ever realized. I wanted to feel human (and special to someone) but had little belief it was possible. It'd been ground into me that a desirable male I wasn't. There was always a certain amount of hope, despite the doubts. I can be stupid that way, too. And stubborn. So to distract myself from my personal image of perfection across the aisle, I returned to my work, enjoying the flow of the music. My work helped me to bury my fears. For now. Well, I usually get pretty deeply involved in following the procedures (and noting where they were wrong), I almost jumped out of my skin when I found her hand on my shoulder. "Jack, I'll be right back, I've gotta go to the ladies room. So don't panic, OK?" I looked up, nodded, and, once her back was turned, I adored her as she walked down the aisle until she was out of sight, fingers trailing across the cubicles in a move of such utter sensuality I was lost again. I was also savoring the one whiff I had of whatever that smell was. It was pleasant. My shoulder tingled. She'd touched me again! And I had an image of myself cutting up the shirt and framing the shoulder material she'd touched. I giggled, probably like a school-girl. Returning to my tasks, I was deep in dealing with a DBMS engine setup issue when she returned and patted me on the other shoulder. I looked up into her eyes which were not aimed at me and part of me felt hurt all over again. I nodded any way before turning back to my work to hide my sudden emotional pain. A part of me was repeating the litany of rejection: "not good enough, not good enough, not good enough..." The story of my life. I managed to finish the software build and sent the email to the testers so they could populate the system and start their work. After starting a backup that could run over night, I was done and could now leave. I had her call her brother Mitch, getting no answer from his home. She got through to his cell-phone and found he was unable to return home. She had, for now, nowhere to go. So I didn't think before telling her "Look, I've got a bed in the spare room, it's warm, not as clean as a hotel, but it's liveable. Even if there are several computers there too." Talk about opportunism, eh? I suddenly got scared-- I'd gone too far! There was no way she'd agree to that! But ... I was wrong. "Uh, Jack, that would be great, but I've got a friend coming in to town late tonight." One moment my heart had been soaring, I could keep her with me longer, maybe I could get her attention, then my heart crashed with the realization that my Princess could get swept off her feet in my full view by someone I'd never be able to compete with. One moment by spirit had been soaring but now my chest had a smoking crater where my heart had been. I was devastated. "... and, ..." she continued, apparently oblivious to my heart's melt-down, "Well, we'd need to pick her up from the train station." My heart, after a brief absence, re-asserted itself, beating again. My sudden sense of failure, of inability to compete, was gone. For now. Her companion was female and, so, no competitor for me. Of course, I was so naive that I never even considered the possibility that the object of my affections could be more interested in women. So, with the news that she'd have a female friend I didn't feel as threatened. I felt better. With this reassurance, I nodded. "Well, my spare bed is a twin, so, I'll let you guys have my queen-size bed while I sleep there. I'll even change the sheets for you guys." I tried to tease her about changing the sheets and I saw a smile. She still didn't seem to be looking at me but if I didn't pay attention to her eyes she looked pleased as she thanked me. It still bothered me to feel so invisible regardless of how pleasant her voice was. I was finally able to close up and pack my laptop. We could now head out to my car. Again she stayed close to me. It had been snowing here since the top of the page and I could hear the dry snow creaking like cornstarch under my shoes. Sally seemed more indistinct outdoors as I led her to my car in the night. I'd noticed that she was quite cautious as we walked along but this didn't raise alarm bells given my near-euphoric mood. My euphoria, by the way, was quite understandable: She was holding my arm. I felt almost ten feet tall escorting her to my car. It's funny, but talking to her while I was driving was more reassuring since I wasn't watching her eyes, only listening to her voice and her inflections. Listening to her in the darkened car as we cautiously wove our way to my apartment was a pleasure and I could hear happy sounds in her voice. A part of me was reassured that she sounded happy to be with me. All doubts fled. We did make one stop, though, picking up two pizzas for us and our guest, and my doubts returned again. I was uncomfortable with the way she looked at me in the well-lit pizzeria but we were soon back in the dark interior of the car, talking with the scent of nice hot pizza relaxing us. Again, doubts fled, and there was a part of me riding an emotional roller coaster, getting very dizzy from the sudden changes. My apartment wasn't much to boast of with two bedrooms and two bathrooms but at least I had a nice enough kitchen. We got in, her staying close to me and touching me, lifting my hopes (and spirits) only to get dashed again in the warmth of my kitchen. I kept watching her eyes, not her face. Who am I kidding, I'm awful at hints. I finally had had enough, I couldn't cope any more with my feeling of rejection. I was pretty pissed off too, and ready to start blasting. As her host I expected a certain (albeit minimal) amount of courtesy. Even if she wasn't interested in me as dating material, it was far too easy for me to feel slighted even if *just* a friend. What a mix. I was angry with the woman I was worshiping. Talk about mixed feelings! "Sally, what's wrong with me that you can't bear to look straight at me? Am I so terrible to look at?" She looked startled. "Jack... Don't you know?" She still could not meet my eyes with her own. "Know what? You can't look straight at me..." Before I could move I found my lap full of a warm wonderful woman who smelled delightful, a counterpoint to the pizza. She put her head on my shoulder, tucking close to me. We weren't facing each other as she told me, "Jack, I'm legally blind. Macular degeneration. I can't drive. I normally need a cane to get around someplace I haven't been before. I can't see anything I am looking directly at. I can navigate a bit using what peripheral vision I have, so..." There I was, ready to really tear off a strip, and ... My roller coaster ride ended with a very hard *thump* of my heart hitting bottom. There is nothing I've found that hurts so much as to find one's own righteous anger so suddenly unrighteous. Your first sensation is to feel so suddenly dirty. That's just before you feel as evil as the devil himself. Yes, evil. None of us likes to feel we've contemplated evil, much less done it. If there is anything that hurts more, well, I've not had an opportunity to experience it. I hope I never do. This was an awful moment for me. So, like the weakling I've felt myself to be, I started to cry. I was, as near as I could tell, a person with a full inventory and I felt so incomplete as a matter of course. Here she was, having lost something I depended upon so completely, alive and energetic. But what hit me hardest was my own judging of her. I'd not seen what was before my eyes because I'd chosen not to. Yes, there are none so blind as those who do not choose to see. And I'd not paid attention. Only now, in hindsight, could I recognize any of the hints. I'd spent a lot of time feeling hurt and mixing my severe infatuation with the perceived rejection to harden my heart as protection. Despite this shielding, I was still wide open to her. I think I have a fair amount of masochist within me. All this time I'd half-turned away from her all because I didn't know there was a reason for her to look away from me. I'd misjudged this young woman, all from misunderstanding, all by believing she had been judging me. I'd even resented her perfection too. And all of my hurt, anger and resentment were as nothing compared to the weight she was carrying. I couldn't help but cry like a lost soul. I felt ready to die, an easy thought for one who'd not yet truly lived. I held her, cradled her, in my arms. From my fears and my hurts came a sense of mission. If she asked anything of me, I would do my best to carry it out. Then she shifted in my arms and kissed me. Wow. There *is* a Prince after all, hidden within this ugly little frog. I was very alive. I was *so* very alive. To say that my body knew best about what I should want is not understating things. A small part of me was doing it's level best to not be so small, all in an effort to get her attention. I was blushing when she pulled back from the kiss (still pretty innocent compared to what I've learned since) and she smiled and blushed as well, rubbing herself against me. I cried out without thought, "Don't do that to me... I can barely handle having the most perfect woman I know sitting on my lap, but having ..." Too late. I shook as my nether regions did their best to emulate a fountain. It was only as I came down from that unexpected ejaculation that I realized what I'd just said. It was going to take a long time to realize that this kind of exposure to her wasn't going to get me ridiculed by her. Now that I'd calmed down (albeit with wet and sticky underwear) unbidden memories returned to strike me. Now that I knew of her secret I realized that she'd been watching me from the corner of her eyes for some time now, almost as much as I'd been watching and hungering for her. Many of our interactions in the past came to mind as I spun through my memories. Almost from the beginning, it seems, she'd been trying to "see" me. Now, though, despite the reaction of my body to hers, she didn't get off my lap for longer than it took for her to straddle my lap to face me. All with her eyes closed. Then she kissed me again. This kiss was very different from the first we shared as her lips moved, me followed her lead. Her tongue stroked my own lips, so I stroked her lips with my tongue, and then our wet tongues met. She'd taught me a lot about kissing I'd never known before. In this moment the sudden jolt of electricity was completely unexpected. I'd never felt this good before. Our clinch quickly grew from something she was doing to me to something *we* were doing. Together. From being kissed to kissing. Sharing. Doing my best to let her know, without words, that I wanted to bring her happiness. And my little head awakened again, her lively bottom moving on my lap to stroke it through my clothes, and, impossibly, it wasn't all that long before I came again. I backed off from our kiss and told her that she needed to be careful, that I'd cum twice with her on my lap. In my schooling I've seen photos of da Vinci's "Mona Lisa" many times. I now understand that his model must've had something planned for the painter because I saw that same kind of smile on Sally. Sally was the tigress, looking like a predator. I was most willing to be her prey. But, still, admitting that I'd filled my underwear with my semen twice already is not for the faint of heart. I had no idea that it wouldn't faze her in the least. "Uh, Jack, that's, uh, gonna, uh..." She was still stroking my lap and the remainder of my erection when she grunted and squeaked, squeezing me hard. I'm an idiot, OK? I didn't recognize at the time that she'd just climaxed on my lap. When she told me about hitting her own pinnacle, just from this contact through our clothes, I felt like, well, I don't know. I can't explain now how much that could lift my spirits. The transition from frog to human was incredible enough, so her happiness confirmed this metamorphosis. So that we could pick up her friend, due in on the train in under an hour, I was helped to my feet. I guided Sally to the couch; it was something I did almost unconsciously. Once I knew she was safe and comfortable, I went to my bathroom to take a quick shower and get ready for this run. I didn't want to meet her friend smelling like ... well, you know. Dried, dressed and feeling distinctly more human than usual I stepped back out to find Sally still comfortable, dozing on the couch. When I returned she patted the cushion beside her, providing me some guidance. "Jack, please turn off most of the lights, all right? Then come and sit here next to me. Please?" I nodded, turned off most of the lights and sat next to her. In the dimness, her poor vision wasn't as much of a problem for me to mis-read. I still felt like a heel. It was a lot easier for us to talk and cuddle in the dark, knowing she was there for me and using audible and tactile rather than visual cues. I have to admit that the touching wasn't particularly innocent for either of us. We learned about each other, and I learned about many of her interests. Including me, of all people. I managed to avoid doing the Groucho Marx routine about "Any girl who'd find me attractive I wouldn't want to date" but my insecurity made that kind of thought one that occupied the back of my mind. Thankfully Groucho's voice was fading. We finally broke off our cuddle as she asked for the phone. It's funny to realize that she didn't even have to think about the keypad, punching in the number with her eyes closed. I growled, quietly, "Show-off..." which got the hoped-for smile as she recognized the teasing. While she waited for her friend to pick up, I held her like a priceless treasure and kissed her forehead as I cradled her again. Wow, I was pretty grabby, not much of a surprise given how alone and lonely I'd felt for so long. The frog was now gone, a nascent Prince still stretching to feel the limits of his new body. It is said that ducklings and geese imprint on the first moving object as their "mother" upon pecking their way out of the shell. Sally had cracked my emotional shell and the man being "born" saw her. Imprinting in human beings must be real. I felt it. "Holly, there's a change of plans, I'm not at my brothers house, I'm at one of his friends ... Yes, I'll check. Can we pick her up at the train station?" I nodded, kissed her forehead again and got up to get ready to go outside. I could hear her resume the call, "Yes, we'll pick you up. Anything I need to know? Oh. OK. No problem. See you!" I'd gotten my feet covered and a jacket on, and held up her jacket for her to climb into. Once inside the jacket, as I helped to zip it up (as if she needed the help), she pulled out a bundle of plastic sticks from a big pocket. Within seconds, a white cane formed, almost like magic. Given that I'd never seen that kind of trick before, I must still be pretty primitive to be so impressed with such a low level of technology. The white cane brought it home to me. Again. My eyes got wet and I had to blink back the forming tears. It would be a while before I could forgive myself for doubting her. I'd been falling for her so long that, the final act of doubt and despair over, I was still flabbergasted that she liked *me*. The tears in my eyes dried suddenly with this feeling. I could walk on air. My sudden urge to protect and care for her strengthened me now. With this paternal drive came my possessiveness. (Forgetting, again, that she _chose_ me. Chose _me_!) On the way to the train station she told me that two girls were coming in, not one. "Holly and Shelly are friends of mine, we all went to High School together. They're room-mates at college upstate." I nodded. I had all I wanted sitting next to me in the car. I reached for and squeezed her hand, getting a smile from her. We met her friends, to me cute enough but I now only had eyes for Sally, who, it seems, was trying to get me to pay more attention to either of these two new women. Like she'd be able to peel me off of her that easy. Given all of my still fading fears I still clung to her like velcro. If I didn't know better I'd have sworn that she wanted to be sure of my devotion to her. I've heard of that kind of testing in stories but, really, tests didn't seem to make much sense in real life. I could swear she was anxious at the same time she was pushing the introductions, but I pressed for her to ride in the front with me. I made sure to squeeze her left hand before pulling it to my lips and kissing it. So she was wearing a glove. She knew what I was doing. I heard her giggle, a heartwarming sound despite the cold. And part of me wanted to be certain. She was not afraid to be seen with me in front of her friends. More snow was filtering down to the ground, the wind making strange drifts here and there. It was quite pretty, now, despite the cold. Without the warmth of Sally's smile, though, the world would be far less attractive now. I could now appreciate the appearance of the floating snow as a "pretty" scene that, not meaning to pun, would have left me cold just hours before. Arriving back at my apartment was almost anti-climactic. These three women were busy re-syncing their memories. I almost chuckled with the resemblance to a PDA synching to a host computer. With my guests busy I got to changing the sheets on my bed and made sure extra blankets were handy in both bedrooms. It was funny, I felt content doing this surprisingly simple domestic chore, making a bed for my woman (boy was I getting possessive) to sleep in tonight. Sure, she'd be sharing it with her friends, but I wanted Sally to be as comfortable as possible. I even re-made the spare bed with clean sheets, even though I'd be sleeping on it alone. Given my euphoric state I was still able to accept that Sally would not be sharing my bed. That isn't the same as not wishing for it, but, hey, reality is reality. I didn't let reality stop me from fantasizing being able to hold her all night long, though. I let them know I was going to bed early, which bed they should use, before heading for my spare bedroom. I was not about to escape without sharing a kiss with "my" woman. In front of her friends. Having an audience of her friends makes for a wonderful kiss; after all, if I was still a frog her friends would make disapproving noises. No such noises were heard during our kiss. No such noises arose as I floated off to my bed. I *knew* I'd be sleeping alone. I accepted it. I faded quickly, happy she was going to sleep in my regular bed. Bzzzzzzzt!!! Wrong. She didn't accept it. I half-awakened in the middle of the night to find myself sharing this little bed. Sharing a bed is weird, a completely new experience for me. It's even weirder when you haven't awakened completely and are thinking in that twilight of thought. Every time she moved it woke me up, so I'd move in response, which would awaken her as well. She was no more ready to share a bed than I had been. But, as crowded and confusing as it was that night, I didn't want her to leave. As has been said by Roger Rabbit, I may be idiotic but I'm not stupid. A twin bed is, well, at most barely adequate for siamese twins. Young siamese twins. Hmmmm. Maybe Siamese Twin *cats*. For two adults it was, well, an exceptionally intimate place. At no point were we not touching the other. I did take advantage of this more than once when my lips would graze her shoulder or neck. Already I was having selfish thoughts, but for her, not my bed. I wanted to share my bed with her for as long as she'd let me. When we finally discovered the "spoon" position (of which I've read) it was like heaven to comfort this woman I'd fallen so hard for. I even kissed the back of her neck to remind her of my presence. As if she needed any reminder. She ground her butt against my erection to remind me of *her* presence. As if I needed any reminder. And out of my heart slipped the three words I'd feared to say, having so little practice: "I love you". I'd spent so long confused, never knowing what love really was, what it would feel like. The Prince I'd become knew the words, knew the meaning and could speak with his heart. Hearing these, she moved closer to me (not an easy feat) and heard her voice (sounding happy!) suddenly awake to answer me with "I love you too..." Which felt to me like lightning striking. I'd not been fully awake when I exposed my heart. The full awakening after hearing her reply was instantaneous. I imagine the shock of learning my devotion woke her up completely. Awake now, we shifted to face each other and repeated our sentiments. Well, in between kisses. At length. Our tiredness had been ripped away by an adrenalin rush. But adrenalin doesn't last forever and it had been a long day for both of us. As my wakefulness faded my erection was coming back, a sure sign that my fear-driven adrenalin rush was over. We shifted back into a spoon position, her head cradled on my right arm, a pillow to cushion our heads, and, as I listened to her fade, she placed my hands on her breasts. It wasn't so easy to get back to sleep with an erection but I managed it, kissing her back a couple of time before fading back out. She didn't seem to be wearing any kind of perfume but she smelled wonderful to me. We had another couple of wake-ups during the night but I was adapting to sharing the bed with her, just as she was adapting to me. I woke up in the same spoon position as we'd fallen asleep together, but this awakening was very different from those of the night: I was in the midst of ejaculating, feeling the spasms propelling a load of DNA out of me towards my lady love. I thought it felt like fabric against my tip so hopefully my seed was confined to my own underwear. Realizing that my erection was still between her legs and I'd spurted against her vulva, shielded only by our underwear, I worried that I'd dropped back from a loving Prince to a lust-driven animal. My own muscles spasmed with my orgasm as I felt the climax finish rolling through me. Sally wasn't asleep for this activity which, for me, brought on a fresh sensation of humiliation. She knew what I'd just done. I didn't even pay attention to her, well, lack of outrage. Actually, more of a moan. A *happy* moan. While I was busy thinking I was a disgrace, having shown her disrespect of her body. How was I to know she didn't see it that way? Who knew she'd find it sweet and flattering with my animal nature exposed like this? I wanted to just die from the implied disrespect I'd given her. She deserved a Prince. When I came down I tried to back off from her since there was a limit to how much my underwear could catch. I didn't want her to "catch" unless she wanted to. My heart was in my mouth once I backed off enough to discover my erection sticking out of the fly in my boxers-- which meant that I'd just soaked her underwear. I started apologizing for this to Sally who rolled over and smiled at me, her right hand reaching for my still erect penis and gently grasping it. Then we heard a chuckling from the door and my heart almost stopped. I looked over and saw both of her friends, dressed like Sally each in t-shirt and panties, smiling at us. An odd corner of my mind noted the wet spots on their underwear, not understanding it immediately. "Sally, we watched it, it looked like fun. Did you enjoy yourself?" Sally had placed her head on my right shoulder and, eyes closed, she smiled and nodded. Both of these women came into the room and Holly surprised me completely by scooping some of my semen from Sally's freshly wet panties onto her hand and asking "Sally, why don't you put this where it'll do some real good?" I didn't know Sally well enough yet, though her hand on my dick sure felt good, but I felt this was going WAY too fast for me. We needed to slow down a little bit as it looked like Holly was ready to slip her wet hand into my bed companion's underwear, so I interrupted the apparent action by asking "Sally, Hon, I'm worried you could get ... well, pregnant, just from me wetting your underwear. While I do want to keep you, I'm not sure it'd be a good idea to trap you..." She looked more upset and I watched Holly reach into Sally's underwear and rub her crotch while I lay there speechless. I didn't even consider that Sally didn't act like she was uncomfortable with her friend having done that. Heck, she seemed almost pleased. Well, her moan said a lot. I finally found my tongue: "But you could get her pregnant by me! As much as I want her, I don't want her to be stuck with me!" Despite the change from frog to Prince, my basic frog-like insecurities and belief in my inferior nature returned full force. Despite my transition the night before, my battle was with myself. If you don't think I wanted to make her marry me by getting her pregnant you've got another think coming. At the same time I didn't want to hold her back. I didn't want to dominate her, either. I found myself under "my woman" as she climbed on top of me, my erection once again against the front panel of her panties. I could only moan from the sensations. "So, don't you want to make a baby with me, Jack?" I could almost hear a purring sound coming from her. I was also not far from spraying her again. My body was telling me to agree to anything she wanted just to get her to continue this attention. All higher levels of thought were toast. She was grinding her wet-panty-covered pubic mound against me and I had to gather my senses before answering, "Of course I want children by you! Why wouldn't I? But I'm not sure you should want *my* children!" "Silly man, of course I want children. Yours would be fine, right?" My heart was all confused at this point, wasn't this moving things ahead more than a little bit? She was incredibly aggressive. Yes, aggressive. And I *liked* it. But two can play at that game. I wanted her, too. A lot. To never be alone again. "Uh, yes, dearest, but I'd think that I'd water down both the intelligence and beauty of your children. How can I ever match you?" I realized that Holly was holding my erection and then it felt very good as I was apparently placed at Sally's vaginal entrance. I was so close I couldn't stop as I hunched up to get the head of my penis embedded. A few quick strokes and again I started filling her with my seed. While in the throes of firing several pulses of semen I moaned out my love for her, then I heard Sally moan out "Wow, I can feel it..." just as I was in her to the root. I also heard Holly, her hand still on my balls, tell Shelly that she'd felt the spurts. If Sally was due to ovulate I'd just made a baby with her. Did I want to? Was it fair to do this to her? (Forgetting for the moment that it hadn't been my choice.) As I came down from that high, I held my lover close and kissed her wherever I could get at her (all over her face) and told her, "I love you. I'm all yours, and I hope, Oh, God, I hope that you're all mine..." I heard her going "Mmmmmmmm" on my shoulder, my erection still fully inserted inside this woman. And it hadn't gone down yet. And I knew, just knew, that she sounded happy. For once, there was no doubt in my mind. But I wanted to make her happier. Well, part of me was quite capable. I rolled us over, not an easy task given my unwillingness to withdraw our intimate connection, and started stroking her with it. There is something to being taken by a woman you want. It is something else to "take" her, knowing that you're wanted as well. I took her. I'd retained my erection but there was no way I'd be ready to ejaculate any time soon, and it took a lot of effort and attention on my part to keep myself erect. The effort was not lost on Sally. My effort and attention to keep my erection were indirect, her moans doing the most direct work in keeping me at hard. Well, she arrived suddenly. Pretty loudly, too. And, as we calmed down, I kept kissing her and telling her "I love you..." and hearing the same back. I'm so glad I didn't just say "thank you". So we rotated some more on the bed so my weight was off her. We kissed some more. And I'd forgotten our audience. Who were still in the room. Waiting for something. Suddenly it hit me. I'd awakened. And heard the sound of a tigress purring over her victim. So I kissed her and said: "Sweetheart, this was all arranged, wasn't it..." I could feel her nodding. Holly and Shelly sat on the bed; they were nodding as well. "Would someone care to explain this? Please?" The musical voice on my shoulder said "Please don't get mad. I've wanted you for a long time. I didn't know what it'd take to get you to pay enough attention to me. I've been trying to get your attention but you always seemed aloof when it came to me. Look, you're cute, cuddly and my brother told me you were a good guy. He also told me you were awkward and shy, instead of gay." I squeezed her in my arms and kissed her again. I wanted her to be sure that I was not upset with her. In any way. She went on with "Mitch had a situation coming up this week and he made the suggestion that we get this together so you would not ignore me. I'd even have my girlfriends to help me. Right?" Holly and Shelly nodded. Shelly added "And, since Holly and I are lesbians and Sally wasn't interested in joining us, we decided to help her get you. While she doesn't lack for suitors, few of them are, well, sensitive enough to her." I squeezed her again, "I'm sorry Sally, it sounds like you didn't realize I was worshiping you from afar. I've been falling for you so long..." Her sweet voice reached my ears "...and I've been wanting you, too, for so long. And to think you're not concerned with my eyes. And that's the other reason for my buddies here." Now I was puzzled. I asked her what she meant. It was Holly that answered my question, though. "Well, I'm finishing up my degree in Psychology and got a good job to start out with doing counseling at a nearby center. I've been looking for a place to live and this apartment is well located. Shelly has already lined up a job nearby as a junior engineer. She'll be taking the State's P.E. exam in two months' time, once she's moved in here too." I just stared at them. "And this has..." Sally answered this "Well, I like my work, so a little bit of help from them-- and you-- will make it easier on me to care for our baby. I'm not sure why, but I want a baby. Or even more than one. While I'm sure I could cope with a baby on my own, sharing the work with my friends will be just a little bit easier. And the three of us have been making plans for years, now. You get babies from me. Both Holly and Shelly have planned to get artificially inseminated for their own. You get to be a daddy for their children, too. We have plans for you." I pulled Sally closer to me. "It sounds like you've thought this out. I still love you, you know." I kissed her again. I'll be damned if I want her to have any doubt. I heard the sound of an agreement coming from her before this kiss broke. After our lips were no long monopolized, she added "And *I* know what I want," She squeezed me tighter with her arms, "And I intend to keep it and take full advantage of it. I love you, too." My doubts were, alas, not completely dead. So, stupidly, I asked again, "Why me? You could do so much better than me! Aren't your friends going to be laughing at you?" Holly answered this: "Jack, look, you're cute, OK? You're shy, afraid of hurting her, you don't swagger like you're God's gift to all women. In other words, you're harmless. And she needs a man who won't harm her." Shelly added, "Actually, I think it's more like he's mostly harmless. After all, Sally wants to have his children, you know." I felt Sally squeeze me. "But, Sally, why me? Specifically?" Finally, it was Sally who answered, with a real shocker: "My big brother has told me a lot about you. He says you're good at what you do, your income potential is reasonable, you're promotable and I've liked your looks and your voice. You've never drooled over me, hounded me for a date or stalked me. How's that for starters? And my brother tells me that you're fairly shy and unaggressive. And I got to chase you down." Again, as she warmed me with her tigress' smile, I thought back to Mitch. So, Mitch had been watching me for her? That also triggered some of my own memories where Mitch talked about Sally as his "baby" sister. He'd told me how smart she was and seemed to arrange a lot of occasions for me to meet and talk to her. This was quite a set-up. I'd been stalked like prey and pounced upon by a woman who I could never dream of hurting, much less leaving. My paternal drives were in play. I was already driven to protect, comfort and help her any way I could. But Mitch... He'd never told me of her handicap. I'd need to ask him why I'd not been warned. This lack of knowledge would have allowed me to not be so badly hurt by what I saw as rejection during the times we'd previously socialized. So now I had my own image of perfection cuddled up to me, a load of my semen in her, perhaps making a baby, no, now I was already hoping my little tadpoles were swimming to make a baby, and I felt a sense of contentment wash through me. We shared a kiss, then I got completely shocked when she pulled away from me and peeled out of her t-shirt and panties, then she (and her girl-friends) helped undress me (I slept in my skivvies as well). Sally told me we needed to know as much as possible about each others' bodies. I managed to get the venue changed to my bedroom and told Holly and Shelly that the small bed would be theirs. Seeing her white cane leaning against the nightstand this morning didn't hurt me as much, now. Despite the damage to her eyes, she'd been able to see deep into my soul. And it was a good thing that I'd retained the tongue from my time as a frog. Holly and Shelly helped me learn how to use it better on my beloved. Studying anatomy was more fun when doing it with a lover. So when we were next coming down from a shared climax, she said "Yes" to my question, Holly and Shelly as witnesses. I was hers and she was mine. She'd been the predator after all, I the prey. Yet we both won. Fini -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+