Message-ID: <46968asstr$1078092603@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation:  Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <munster@eden.rutgers.edu>
From: El Sol <munster@eden.rutgers.edu>
X-X-Sender: munster@er4.rutgers.edu
X-Original-Message-ID: <Pine.GSO.4.58.0402290437080.26657@er4.rutgers.edu>
X-Virus-Scanned: by NBCS 
X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 04:37:28 -0500 (EST)
Subject: {ASSM} 'A Master's Ring' by ElSol (4/?)
Lines: 347
Date: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 17:10:03 -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/Year2004/46968>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr





        This email address is NOT read. If you wish to contact me
please do so ONLY at munster(at)remus(dot)rutgers(dot)edu.

  Thank you
  ElSol

<1st attachment, "Ring4.txt" begin>

Chapter 4
  I walked around campus for a long time thinking about the fairy
tale they told me. I remembered telling Melisa I would take the
weekend after Dr. Lawren's final paper was due off to unwind
before finals. They must have started planning then.
  I went back to the dorm and changed into my gym clothes.
  I spent twenty minutes on the treadmill, thinking about Melisa
and Doris Alex. I finished and moved to the weight area but was
intercepted by Janet.
  "You're looking intense," she said in a mildly flirtatious
voice.
  Janet was the girl who had been slapped on the bus. She had
jet-black hair, warm brown eyes and was three inches shorter than
Melisa. The other major difference between them was that while
Melisa's curves were symmetrical, Janet had a plump behind and
breasts. She was on the dance team so the rest of her body was
tight but her curves defied any attempts at flattening.
  "Hey," I said to her.
  "What's got you all serious?" she asked me.
  I shook my head and smiled at her.
  "You know David, you're going to have to open up sometime," she
admonished half-jokingly. She leaned a little closer and for the
first time I did not take a step back. Janet played around the
edges of wanting to express more gratitude for the bus incident.
The playing was so subtle I had put it off to wishful thinking on
my part. She raised an eyebrow at my not moving away. For the
first time, she was the one that took the step backward.
  We talked for a couple of minutes while I recovered from the
harder than usual treadmill run. Except for those brief moments
when she hinted at something more, Janet treated me like the rest
of her sorority, as if I was Melisa's private domain.
  I used the weights to push the Brotherhood out of my mind. I
succeeded until I moved to the bench press. I prepared the weight
on the bar after my warm-up set and looked around for a spotter.
The gym was pretty empty and the student worker was helping
someone else.
  "I'll do it, David," Janet said from behind me.
  I turned around to look at her. She smiled and mounted the
stand behind the bar.
  "You only need a little help at the end, right?" she said.
  I nodded and lay down on the bench. The first and second sets
were fine. On the third set, she had to help and ended up bent
over the bar after it was on the rails. Her t-shirt was large and
in our relative positions I could see into it; her juicy breasts
overran the top of her sports bra.
  She smiled down at me.
  Her necklace fell out of where she tucked it into her t-shirt.
The ring she had on it fell to a stop a couple of inches from my
face.
  It was the twin to Melisa and Doris Alex's.
  I looked into her eyes when I recognized it. I forgot that
Melisa said Janet was a Sibling. There was so much more than a
hint of what she wanted in her eyes. She leaned farther down
until her face was inches away from me.
  "I've dreamt about you since that day," she whispered to me. "I
just about came that night when Melisa told me you were a Brother
candidate."

          -----


  Later, I sat staring at the TV screen when Melisa opened the
door and walked in.
  "Hi!" she said leaning against my bed.
  "Hello," I replied.
  She watched me for a couple of minutes as I looked at the TV.
She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts again; not as nice or as
tight as the night before but I liked them.
  "I'm guessing you have some questions," she said looking down
at the mattress. I put my index finger under her chin and lifted
her face so she would look at me.
  I turned the TV off and looked at her.
  "What's with the tails?" I asked her.
  She looked at me confused. Deep in her green eyes, I could see
the truth. She did not know what I was talking about.
  The Brotherhood had people following me. They were probably
very good but I could feel their focus as I walked around campus.
More than likely, the sensitivity was an effect of extremely
acute senses. My sergeants drilled into me to trust those
feelings. Knowing when someone was focused on me caused the
incident with the lieutenant that ended my military career.
Feeling the eyes on the back of my head changed the complexion of
the Brotherhood for me.
  Whatever else was going on, they took secrecy seriously.
  I smiled and shook my head at her.
  "I talked to Janet this afternoon," I said. "How long have you
known I was a Brother candidate?"
  "All of my life," she said.
  The answer confused me and my face must have shown it. She
jumped up on the bed and sat facing me.
  "My father beat my mother," she said softly. "My mom called the
cops the first time he hit me instead of her. I was three years
old; I still remember how it felt."
  She stopped and put her hand in mine. I felt like she was
drawing the strength to continue from me.
  "One of the cops that answered the call was a Brother," she
said. "Ronald didn't like my father at all; he sure liked mom
though. He stopped by every day for six months to make sure we
were okay. I think mom would have gone back to my father if it
wasn't for him. He held my mom up when she needed it and she
stuck the divorce out. A year later, we moved in with him. I knew
there was something different about Ronald; there were other
women but unlike with my father nobody said anything. I didn't
care. I was happy. Mom was happy. I was ten when I witnessed my
mom, Ronald and another Sibling having sex. I didn't ask my mom
about it, I asked dad."
  I looked confused for a second. She smiled and shook her head.
  "My father died in prison but I never felt guilty about calling
Ronald dad. I remember the first time I called him that. He held
me so tight I knew I wanted someone just like him forever."
  I nodded.
  "I asked Ronald about what I saw between him, my mom and that
woman. He told me the truth about Brothers and Siblings. My mom
accepted a Sibling ring after the divorce. I asked him right
there, what I had to do to be a Sibling. He laughed and said I
was going to have to wait a long time to make that decision. I
told him every morning for two years that I still wanted it.
Something changed though; I think Ronald knew what would happen.
I was in his study one night and there was a folder on his desk.
My dad was the Brother assigned to keep tabs on you. He caught me
reading your file but didn't say anything. He let me check your
file every night for changes. I didn't ask about being a Sibling
again until my sixteenth birthday. That morning, I walked naked
into the kitchen. Ronald was having breakfast with my mother and
his other crested Sibling, Joanne. I asked if you were a Brother
candidate, he nodded. I said 'I want to be a Sibling and I want
you to train me, Brother.' I gave him my virginity that night and
lost my dad. Sunday night after they give you the ring, I want
you to give my daddy back to me."
  There was tear in her eye. I watched it trail down her cheek.
  "That's not all your life, Melisa," I said gently.
  "Yes, it is, David."
  I sighed loudly.
  "This is NOT what I expected," I said.
  "We can change who trains you."
  She snickered.
  "Janet would love to be the one," she said with somewhat
annoyed humor. "Or Doris if you prefer. I just want..."
  I shook my head.
  "That's not what I meant, Melisa," I assured her.
  "Then?" she asked confused.
  "You know I like Rachel," I said.
  "David, Doris 'likes' you, Janet 'likes' you a LOT," she
interrupted me, "You... a lot more than just like Rachel."
  I laughed softly.
  "Anyway," I continued, "I never thought Rachel and I would get
together. I've known you as long as her. I got the feeling you
were interested but with you it was different."
  I stopped and she squeezed my hand.
  "I knew we would be studying together someday and you would
look up from your book to say something like, 'We should be
together, David.' Just like that, we'd be a couple. I never
thought you and I would NOT happen, Melisa, but I certainly did
not imagine this."
  She nodded.
  "Do you want to change your mind?" she asked.
  Those words would have convinced me Melisa did not know about
the people following me if I had not already seen it in her eyes.
I wondered what else Brothers did not tell Siblings, and if there
were things Siblings did not tell Brothers.
  "An orphan doesn't walk away from an offer of family," I
whispered. "He might not believe it's real, but he doesn't walk
away."
  I lay down, and she followed to rest her head on my shoulder.
She stroked my chest through the t-shirt. I turned into her so I
could run my fingers up and down her spine.
  She cuddled closer to me. I lay thinking about the Brotherhood
for a long time.
  I sighed loudly finally.
  I gave up on my thought process. I was going to do what I was
going to do and thinking about it would not change that. There
had to be more behind the curtain, and not all of it could be
good but I needed to be on the other side of it.
  I pulled the t-shirt out of Melisa's shorts so I could be in
contact with her skin. She arched her back when I rubbed small
circles on the small of her back.
  She sat up, pulled the t-shirt over her head and tossed it
beside the bed. She was wearing a flesh toned bra, not more than
a wisp of fabric, but enough to tease.
  I had not imagined kissing or touching Melisa, like I had a
couple of hundred times with Rachel. It seemed unnecessary, as if
it would ruin what was coming anyway.
  I was glad my roommate would not be around until much later.
  She lay back down slightly on top of me. I placed my fingertips
gently on the middle of her lower back where her spine met the
shorts. I ran the pad of my fingers up and down her spine making
sure I did not touch her with my nails.
  Up and down her back slowly.
  I wet my fingertips on my tongue and went back to moving them
along her spine. I tried to make it so only the moisture on my
fingers connected us.
  I pulled out from underneath her. She let me, lying on her
stomach. I got out of bed and put something soft on the CD
player.
  I got back on the bed.
  I straddled her thighs, imprisoning them between my knees. I
placed my palms on either side of her spine on her lower back. I
did it slowly. First the heel of the hand, then I rolled my hands
down and out so that as each new spot of my skin touched her,
another part of my hand stopped touching her. I did this until
only the pads of my fingertips were touching her again.
  I brushed my fingertips slowly up her back. When I reached her
bra strap, I inserted my right index finger underneath it and ran
it from left to right on her skin, and then back from right to
left. She put her hands underneath her body and I felt the bra
loosen. She stretched her arms forward so I could take it off.
  I ran the lacy part of the cups up and down her back, making
sure that the back of her neck felt the gentle caress of the
lace. I tossed it next to the bed after a few passes.
  I put my hands down flat on her shoulder blades. I massaged her
back slowly, but only by pressing my hands down on different
portions of her back. First high, placing my hands above her
shoulder blades, pressing down, then her lower back, pressing
down.
  I repeated it, but this time pushing my palms towards her head
when I pressed down. I could feel her relax, as I gave her entire
back attention.
  I returned to light fingertip touches up and down her back,
every now and then touching her sides.
  I pulled the elastic of her shorts down a bit so I could run my
fingertips right and left along the skin the waistband had just
been touching. The night before made it impossible for me to be
surprised that Melisa, the 'Bryar' patch, was not wearing
panties. Watching as she sucked her juices out of her panties to
share them with me reset my impressions of her.  When my
fingertips touched her sides, I ran them up her torso until they
came into contact with her breasts. I ran each finger
individually along what little of her breasts I could touch. She
raised her buttocks into my groin. She lifted her upper body
enough so I could circle her areola with each fingertip. She
pressed her ass against me. I used my crotch to press her back
onto the bed.
  I took my t-shirt off, and lay gently on top of her. I put
weight on her bringing more and more of my skin into contact with
her. I rubbed my chest on her back, running myself down her body,
until I breathed on the skin at the small of her back.
  I blew on the juncture between her shorts and her back, left to
right and back to the left again. She lifted her hips to press
her ass into my chest. I pressed back down against her,
preventing her hips from coming off the mattress. I lifted off
her but trapped her calves with my knees this time. I reached to
each side of her body and ran my hands down from as high as I
could reach on her torso until my fingers were on the elastic of
her shorts. I grabbed her shorts from each side and used the grip
to pull her hips off the bed and closer to me; she came
willingly. I stopped her halfway to my body. All I wanted was to
lower her shorts to her knees, that accomplished I pushed her
back to the bed.
  I moved up so that I could lay down on top of her again. I
kissed her neck and moved down her body. I kept moving downwards
until I could blow into the space between her ass cheeks. I sat
back with my ass on my calves no longer on top of her. I bent her
legs and put her feet on my chest. I grabbed her shorts, and used
them to lift her knees off the bed so I could take them off.
  I tossed them beside the bed.
  I placed my fingertips on the inside of her knees and ran them
up her calves to the soles of her feet and then her toes. I blew
down the sole of her foot so that she felt the coldness of air on
her heel. I repeated the gentle blast of air on the other foot.
  I ran the pads of my fingers down the soles of her feet. I
repeated the motion with the heel of my hand, applying more than
gentle pressure this time.
  I lay her legs down.
  I shifted around to kneel beside her waist. I ran my fingers on
any part of her skin I could reach without bending forward. I
kept it up until the upward thrust of her hips told me she wanted
more.
  I shifted my body to her feet. I reached down until my lips
made contact with the skin at her ankles.
  I had watched a movie a long time before where a couple played
a game of Touch-NoTouch. They tried to get as close to the other
person without actually touching them; the object of the game was
to tempt the other person into touching you first.
  I thought the game much more interesting if played with a
leader. I try to come as close to touching the woman with hands,
lips, and tongue without making contact her. She gets an
occasional touch but not enough to satisfy her if she really
wants to feel me against her. Places where she has hair like the
back of her neck, or her arms are the best. I can move the hair
around with my lips without touching skin; going against the
grain works especially well.
  I did it to Melisa.
  I lifted my lips from her skin. I took my hands and tried to
get them as close to her as I could, and ran my hands along her
body's aura. Our heat melded but we did not touch. She reacted to
feel of me every time I lost control of the motion enough to
break the NoTouch. When I touched between her shoulder blades,
she rubbed her chest on the bed.
  I ran my hands along the hair of her arms. It was easier not to
touch skin with the fine hairs to tell me when to stop pressing
downward. I stopped the motion with my hands, and returned to my
position kneeling at her feet. I placed my hands on either side
of her. I used them to keep off her as I lowered myself until my
lips floated in her heat.
  My exhalations fell on her skin. I traced her aura with my
lips. Occasionally, I made contact but not enough to satisfy her.
Anywhere I encountered hair I moved it with my lips.
  I made sure that my body made no contact with her. At the small
of her back, I extended my tongue outwards, even closer to her
skin than my lips, until I knew she could feel the change of
moisture in the air above the area.
  I wanted to lick her, to kiss her, to fuck her.
  I returned to traveling along her aura. At her arms I made sure
that I sensitized every hair pore by moving each strand with my
lips. I moved up to her neck. I gathered her hair out of my way.
She pushed her forehead into the pillow; she was breathing hard
and so was I.
  I woke every nerve ending I could by moving each small hair in
circles. I was extra careful this time not to touch her. I
extended my tongue and moved the hair around again.
  I moved my lips around her neck, to her shoulders. Making no
contact with her skin, the time for that was close but it had not
arrived yet.
  I lay on top of her, making skin to skin contact with her
ankles, the back of her thighs, pushing my groin into her ass, my
chest on her back.
  I bit the juncture of shoulder and the base of her neck.
  She pushed up; the sound that escaped her lips was heavy with
need.
  I let her go, and lay on my back beside her. She moved so she
was almost on top of me with her face on my shoulder.
  It was a long time before everything inside us returned to
normal, and much longer before we fell asleep.

<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has
been modified from its original format.  The post was sent as an
email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation
software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ 

------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.

-- 
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> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+