0 comments/ 38449 views/ 18 favorites Anime By: Ashson Let me give you a little background on myself. I'm in my early twenties, work two jobs and have a couple of hobbies. One of my hobbies fits in very nicely with both my jobs. I'm a computer programmer, and a damn good one, even if I do say so myself. (And I do. Self-promotion helps bring in the bickies.) That's my main, full-time job. My second job is that of free-lance artist. I do computer generated art and am a wizard at Photoshop. I can create pictures that will have you swearing that fairies are real and living in your garden. I do quite a bit of work for the local estate agents, fixing up photos of houses by tidying yards and removing unsightly power lines and things like that. As you might have guessed, computer generated art is one of my hobbies. The other is martial arts. I visit the local Judo dojo a couple of times a week. At Judo I am competent, but I'll never win any major tournaments. Neither will I ever start favourite in a minor tournament, but I have won a couple of those. Anyway, my main job puts the bread and butter on the table for me, plus enough left over for some jam. My free-lance art helps bring in a bit of cream, which the tax man promptly tries to take. I still live at home but am seriously considering getting my own place. I've got a reasonable deposit and am casually looking. I'm in no hurry. I have the regulation two parents at home with me and a sister, pushing nineteen. At times I'm tempted to get her her own place, just to get her out of my hair. Snoopy thing, at times, always at my computer. I have several computers. A box for my main PC and a couple of laptops. My art I do on my main PC. That's connected to the internet by cable and I get some real high powered speed from it. I recently replaced one of my laptops as it was getting sort of past it. Just too slow and too underpowered for the work I now do. That old laptop is where the problem arose. That and my sister's snoopiness. I'd taken everything I needed off my old laptop and loaded it into the new one and I remembered to lock the new one away. I went through the old laptop and cleaned out all the extras I'd added to it and cleared all my work files and art off it. Because it was now a virgin machine I didn't need to lock it away. I just left it on my desk. I figured I could flog it to someone for a few bucks. Now it was a Saturday morning and I had to go down the street, so I went. I left my main PC on because I wasn't going to be gone very long and it's not as though someone is going to bust in and jump on it. You will note that I'd completely overlooked my sister's snoopiness at this stage. Not that there was anything illegal or incriminating on the damn thing. The worst you would find would be the anime pictures that I do. A useful sideline I have is drawing anime cartoons from people's photographs. I print them on iron-on transfer paper so that they can add them to a t shirt and wear their own anime character. Um, might I point out that female anime characters tend to be very generously endowed? I followed this trend when I sketch women's pictures. It is always a hit. So I get back from my errand and I can hear giggling coming from the room that I use as an office. (Or studio, if you like, seeing I'm an artist.) Walking in I found Janet, my sister, and a friend of hers, Stella, paging through my work and laughing their heads off. I snarled what the hell and the girls jumped. Janet sprang up out of my chair, bumped the old laptop I was going to sell and sent it flying. OK, you can drop a laptop and nothing will happen to it, especially on carpet. I don't know what went wrong this time. Maybe the fact that it was so old and it landed on a corner. Whatever the reason, the laptop hit the deck and just came apart. Literally. The case seemed to just give up the ghost and fall to pieces. Even the screen broke. It must have hit something else when it fell off. As you can imagine there was a profound silence at that point. The broken laptop didn't worry me because I'd already salvaged all the data and cleaned it out. I might have got a few bucks for it but then again, I might not. The chance, however, was too good to pass up. I didn't yell, exactly. I just used a very firm voice to express my disapproval. Things like not touching my stuff, were mentioned. Smashing delicate equipment is a no-no. I might have talked about strangling them with their own entrails and throwing their bleeding corpses to the dogs. Janet and Stella were dead quiet while I spoke to them. Stella was biting her lip but Janet was nearly in tears. "Fortunately," I finished up, "that old laptop was just about dead in the water and I've already replaced it, so no real harm done." After that last comment Janet wasn't anywhere near tears and Stella was looking at me rather lethally. "The point I'm trying to make is that you have to leave my stuff alone, Janet. You're a computer illiterate and you could cause significant data loss if you don't know what you're doing, and you don't. Quite frankly, I don't care if you're eighteen. The next time I find you mucking around with my PC I'm going to put you over my knee and paddle your backside. And that goes for your friends," I added, giving Stella a nasty look. "You wouldn't dare," snapped Janet. "Mum would kill you." "Possibly," I granted, "but that won't help your sore bottom, now will it?" "He's just bluffing, Janet," piped up Stella. "I mean, as if he's going to spank me. I'm not his sister." Now Stella is quite a lovely young lady, and she could give anime characters pointers in mammary development. I quite liked her, but right now she was pissing me off, encouraging rebellion in the ranks. I sat down, jerked her arm so she stumbled forward and landed across my lap. A quick flick of her skirt and my hand came down hard on her bottom. Then I was setting her back on her feet before she even had time to finish her squeal of shock. "Do you want to take any bets on whether I'll spank you?" I asked. I could see Stella wanted to take a swing at me but was smart enough not to. She and Janet were the ones on the wrong and they both knew it. They departed, leaving me to clean up the busted laptop. Now having known my sister for nearly nineteen years I knew just what she would do. As soon as my back was turned she'd be snooping. So I set up a little trap on the PC. It was a simple little program. Once running it threw up a little window asking if you want to continue. If you move the mouse at all it promptly renamed my major folios and hid them and announced that they'd been successfully deleted. Then it closed. A second program would rename them back to the original names, so I had no problems, but my sister was going to have a litter of kittens, thinking she'd destroyed everything I'd ever done. (In case you're wondering, I have ample backup of my work, on an external hard-drive and on the net. An idiot I am not.) The trap actually took longer than I expected. However, the following Saturday I came home, sat down at my PC and found all my files missing. I triggered my little rename program and they all came rushing back, and then I went to have a quiet word with Janet. I was in luck, because Janet was home and in her bedroom and the parents were out. They'd probably have objected to what was about to happen. I knocked and walked into Janet's room and she looked at me, went slightly pale and looked around the room for a quick exit. There wasn't one and she went on the defensive straight away. "It wasn't my fault," she yelled at me. "It just happened. I didn't actually do anything." "Ah, what are you talking about?" I asked. "Your files," Janet said. "I didn't delete them. . ." Her voice faded away. If she hadn't been on the computer how would she know my files had gone? The fact that she had been on it when the files vanished pointed the finger squarely at her. "Uh-huh. So how do you know about it?" I asked politely. Janet just gave me a filthy look and said nothing. I sat down on the bed next to her. "I did warn you about what would happen," I reminded her. "Are we going to do this the hard way or the easy way?" Janet protested, of course. She pointed out that she'd tell the parents. I ignored her protests and told her I didn't care if she told the parents. That wouldn't help her sore bottom. I took her arm and bent her across my knee, protesting all the way. Not fighting. She did as instructed, but protested loudly. Her protesting went up a notch when I flicked her dress out of the way and turned into a loud squeal when my hand came down on that area nearly covered by panties. If she hadn't been my sister I'd have said that she had a very nice tush, but she was so all I did was paddle it. Hard. I gave her half a dozen of the best, with Janet squealing loudly with each one. Sitting her back on her bed, I won't say she was totally crushed. More she was angry but also a lot more respectful. She actually apologised. It appeared Stella had been the instigator. She liked the anime stuff I did and was thinking of getting her own photo done in that style. (A freebie, of course, because Janet was her friend.) "Well, I actually promised Stella the same," I pointed out to Janet. "Why don't you drop around and see her sometime and tell her I expect to see her this afternoon for her turn. Point out I said it wouldn't be fair for only one of you to catch it." Not that I expected to see Stella that afternoon, or that year if she could help it. I mean, if you're an eighteen year old girl are you going to voluntarily go around to your friend's house so her brother can spank you? That afternoon I was sitting on my bed sketching some anime figures, or trying to. For some reason I just wasn't satisfied with what I was producing. I was idly thinking I should get a model. That idle thought was probably father to the later deed. I'm sitting there muttering to myself when my door came flying open and Stella crashed into the room, followed a little more cautiously by Janet. Janet looked at me, looked at Stella, decided that there was going to be blood on the floor and opted out. "You don't need me," she said quickly. "I'll just be in my room." Then she bolted, closing the door behind her. I think she was hoping that the closed door would muffle any screams. Stella didn't waste any time. She sailed right into me. "I can't believe you had the nerve to spank your sister. And don't try to deny it. She showed me her bottom and it's all red. How could you, you animal?" "It was easy," I said. "I just put her over my knee and started paddling. It's not as though she hadn't been warned to stay off my PC." "She wasn't hurting anything," pointed out Stella, which was technically true. It was my little program that did everything. "Uh-huh," I said. "and my files?" "That wasn't our fault. They just vanished. They weren't even in the wastebasket or we'd have brought them back." "And if you hadn't been on the PC in the first place, when I specifically told you not to, it wouldn't have happened at all. Janet has her own laptop and I'm sure you do too. The only reason you were on my PC was because you wanted to snoop. And you can't deny that I did warn you what would happen if you got on it again." That brought the conversation around to the point that Stella didn't want it to reach. The penalty. "You don't really think I'm going to let you spank me, do you?" she asked. I nodded. "Yes. Janet had one and so you'll behave and bend over my knee, as it's only fair. You're not going to let her be the only one to suffer the consequences or you wouldn't have come within a mile of me." Stella was looking little daggers at me but we both knew I was speaking the truth. I swivelled around until I was sitting on the side of the bed. Then I patted my knee, indicating she should bend over, daring her to refuse. If looks could kill I'd have had a heart attack, but Stella moved to bend over my knee. I really had to commend her courage, or her bonds of friendship, or her stupidity, but she didn't protest, just lay across my lap. I had noticed that she was wearing a very short and loose skirt. Flirty skirt I think the style is called. Whatever, it was short enough that when she bent over my lap her panties were on display. Even more so when I flicked the skirt clear of her bottom. Mind you, her panties didn't stay on display much longer. Stella wasn't my sister and I had no hesitation in lowering her panties to about knee level. She said something rude at that point but I pretended not to hear. Then I started to give her a spanking. Mind you, I only gave Janet half a dozen spanks so I couldn't in all honesty give Stella more than that. She squealed very nicely when my hand came down, and I couldn't help but notice how her legs eased apart slightly, giving me a very nice view of her mound. Now Stella had a very nice mound, quite large and puffy, her lips defining the cleft that showed the way home. As I spanked I could swear that her mound was flushing slightly, and her lips just easing that little bit apart. On the fifth spank my hand happened to flick along her mound, bringing an even louder squeal, repeated when the sixth stroke also landed there. Now as far as I was concerned that had to be the end of the spanking, but Stella didn't know that. An interesting little thought was trying to attract my attention. I sat there for a few moments, Stella across my knee, bare bum pointing to the sky, while my hand rested on her pussy, fingers idly drumming against it. (Nice and soft it was, too.) After a couple of moments Stella protested. "Do you mind?" she snarled at me, probably complaining about the fingers tapping out their little tattoo at what had to be a rather sensitive spot. "Hush," I said, "I'm thinking. Just wait a moment." So the little scenario held for a few more moments while I brought my idea out into the light of day, walked all around it considering it, and finally deciding it was a good one. I stopped drumming, although by an odd chance my hand still remained resting against her pussy, and explained my idea to Stella. "Before you came in I was trying to do some anime figures but they weren't coming out. I was thinking, instead of me continuing to spank you, how about you sit for me for a short while so that I can use you as a model?" I thought Stella might go for the idea. I already knew she was hoping to get an anime picture of herself and this would play right into her hands. She didn't jump straight in, of course. I hadn't expected her to. "What would I have to do and for how long?" she asked. "Just sit in a few poses that I show you," I told her. "It shouldn't take more than an hour. Um. The catch is I would probably want to see your breasts at some stage. I don't mean completely topless," I added hastily, "but without your bra and having your blouse undone, using the sides of the blouse to just cover your nipples." Stella seemed to be considering it and I hastened to reassure her. "You can have Janet come in to act as a chaperone if I make you nervous," I told her. "And you have to admit, I have already seen more than you breasts." When I said that I was gently rubbing her pussy, although both of us pretended it wasn't happening. Stella suddenly said OK, rolled off my lap and onto her feet. She bent to pull up her panties but I stopped her. "No. Leave them there," I told her. "I want you to sit on the bed on one side, legs curled to one side of you. I want to draw your panties where that are and sketch a bit of your mound into the picture." Stella blushed, but knowing I'd already seen everything she had (and was still seeing it) she went along with what I wanted. She looked lovely sitting there, although I'm quite certain she didn't know just how pronounced her pussy display was. I grabbed my pad and started sketching. After about ten minutes I asked her to undo her blouse and let it hang. She had on a nice lace bra which gave some excellent cleavage. I did some more sketches from several angles. Finally I asked her to ditch the bra. She reached around and unclipped it but then found that to take it off she would have to take her blouse off first. She looked as though she was going to ask me to turn around but I was obviously sketching and not really looking at her. (The hell I wasn't looking at her. She was delicious.) Any way she ditched the blouse and bra and then reached to get the blouse again, and her stretching forward put her breasts into a superb position. "Hold it like that," I snapped at her and she froze, while I sketched away like crazy. When I'd finished that I told her to grab her blouse and she did so. (This showed that I was being honest with her and not trying to take advantage. I'd said that she could wear the blouse.) Now, of course, I had to adjust the hang of the blouse so it suited me. I was probably a bit hard to please and my knuckles accidently rubbed against her breasts and nipples several times before I was satisfied. One happy side-effect of this was that Stella's nipples stood up like little troopers, giving me something to drape the blouse against. All this had taken about half an hour and I had several really good sketches done. I hadn't shown any to Stella yet as I thought she might not have appreciated them all. Now I wanted some different facial expressions. "Ok, Stella," I said. "Think of how you felt when you knew I was going to spank you. Let's have some expression on your face." I managed to coax a number of different expressions out of her. Anger, nervousness, humour, and suchlike. Now I wanted a touch of lust. Reaching over I flicked her blouse away from one breast, growling when she went to cover it up again. "Now, Stella," I said, "I want you to give me a lustful look. No. Don't look at me as though you're a dying cow. Try to pretend that you're about to ravish your boyfriend." She still had the dying cow look, so I started to talk her up a little. "OK. Let's try it like this. I can see your breasts, and one nipple. It's standing erect. Probably excited because I brushed my hand against it. Do you remember what it felt like to feel my hand brushing softly against your breast and stirring your nipple? Did you know I can see your mound? It's peeping out at me from between your thighs. Did you know that it's slightly flushed and your lips are slightly apart. Think about what that means. Think about what your pussy is used for when you're alone with a boy. Remember how I was drumming my fingers against your mound? What did that feel like? After that I was rubbing my hand up and down you, teasing your lips along your slit. Are you wondering if I'm going to do that again? I probably am, you know. You don't have a chaperone and you're nearly naked with a man looking at you and enjoying what he sees." I kept on talking quietly. Stella had made one or two attempts to get me to shut up but I ignored her and kept on talking. Her face was flushed now and her breathing was deeper, and the look I wanted was on her face. I was sketching rapidly. "OK. You're doing nicely. Why don't you take your blouse right off now? It's just going to be in the way. Mmm. You have a very nice pair of breasts. I thought they might sag a little but they don't do they? They stand right out, daring a man to touch them. You might like to slip your panties the rest of the way off, so I can draw your legs properly. And your skirt while you're at it. Very nice. Are you thinking about how you want to be touched? Just bear with me for a few more minutes and then I'll be delighted to do a little bit of touching for you." I finally tossed the pad aside and looked at Stella curled up on my bed. Anime "OK, Stella. That's it. Now you have to get dressed very quickly or I'm going to ravish you," I told her. Then without giving her a chance to even blink, let alone dress, I continued. "Sorry, time's up. Ravishment it will be." I settled on the bed next to where she was curled and reached for where her pussy was peeping out at me. I pressed my thumb against her slit and wasn't too surprised when her lips yielded and my thumb slipped inside her, revealing her to be hot and wet. Standing again I stripped off my trousers, giving Stella plenty of time to decide she wanted to back off. I was also giving her plenty to see and her eyes fastened on me and her breathing deepened even more, but she didn't try to get off the bed. Hands closing over her breasts I steered her around, coaxing her to lie flat on her back. I didn't need to move her legs apart; she was ready for me. I moved up and over her, paused for a moment and then plunged into her, while at the same time Stella pushed determinedly up to meet me. Hard in her, I smiled down at her, and she was smiling back at me, a gloating look on her face. "I knew you were going to do this when you started drumming your fingers against me instead of spanking," she told me. "I've been waiting." "Waiting is good for you," I told her. "It helps build character. Now, however, it's time for action." With that I started to show her some action. I drove into her hard and fast and Stella responded the same way. The way she responded I have to admit that she probably had been waiting for me to make a move, anticipating it and getting worked up while waiting. Now, however, we were both on the same page, and we were making that bed of mine work. Fortunately, it had good inner-springs and could take the pounding we were giving it. I pounded against Stella and she took everything I had and came bouncing back for more. Which I was quite happy to give. I bounced on her, hands playing with her breasts. The only time my hands weren't pawing her breasts was when my mouth took their place, sucking on her breasts and nibbling on her nipples. She would, I suspected, have a few love bruises to remember me by. Not that I was getting of scot free. Stella sank her fangs into my neck and I was going to have to wear high collars or have a fast explanation ready. Breasts and neck were minor affairs. All the major action was downstairs where our loins were tangled against each other. Stella's legs were curled around me, giving her extra strength to help pull me into her when I drove down. Not that I needed the encouragement. She was hot and wet, tight yet slippery, and I was pistoning in and out of her with almost machine like precision. Not that what I was doing was mechanical. It was well and truly a case of flesh and blood, nerves and sensations, every little movement sending ripples of feeling coursing through our bodies, and our movements were by no means little. We bounced, and each bounce lifted us a little higher. Emotionally, that is. Physically, we were lucky we weren't bouncing off the ceiling as well, we were so eager in our fun. All those little increments of pleasure were slowly driving us wild. Not so slowly, come to think of it. I was feeling desperate, needing to finish this, but no way I wanted to finish before Stella and I had no idea how she was going. I found out when she shrieked in my ear, legs flying high and her body pressing frantically up against me. My cock was seized by her internal muscles and she started milking me. That was the only hint I got that she'd reached her climax, but it was sufficient. I yielded, spraying her insides thoroughly. I recovered first and rolled off her, lying next to her. Eventually Stella groaned and sat up. "When you decide to beat someone," she muttered, "you sure don't mess around." Her energy levels came flooding back and she was quickly bouncing around, cleaning herself up and dressing. I also dressed, but I was moving a lot slower than Stella. Stella suddenly turned to me. "Oh my god," she gasped. "Janet. She'll be thinking we've killed each other." "Just tell her I insisted that you pose for some sketches," I said. Stella snorted and darted out of the room to go and find Janet. I strolled along after. Janet seemed relieved to see Stella. Not so happy to see me. Me, she glared at. "Did you spank Stella," she demanded. "Of course," I said. "Stella, drop your panties and show Janet how red your bottom is." Both girls gave me a cold look at that one and declined. "He made me sit and pose for him afterwards," explained Stella. Janet glared at me again, spotted my pad and demanded to see. Saying nothing, I passed her the pad. The pad was open at the last sketch I'd made. Stella nude and with a lustful look on her face. In anime fashion which mean breasts, bottom and pussy were, shall we say, slightly emphasised. Janet took one look at the drawing, blushed hotly and almost threw the pad to Stella. Stella looked at it and blushed as well. For a moment I thought she was going to tear the pad in half. I quickly rescued it, while Janet was giving Stella and me odd looks. I didn't blame her. One look at that picture and you just knew what was going to happen to the girl shown there. "I have a very good imagination," I murmured. "I just needed the general shape and the picture just flowed." I smiled at Janet, just daring her to call me a liar. Stella just stood there, trying to look shocked and innocent. Anime Convention The girl in the back was really hot, Carrie thought as she leaned back in her chair. She looked around the rest of the room, enjoying just watching the people. She loved science fiction and fantasy conventions. She had never been to this particular one in Oklahoma City, and this one was actually an anime convention, but it was close enough. It had all the same elements that she loved. This time she got involved and was working as staff. Which was what she was doing now, although nothing much was going on. She was sitting at a sign in table for the role playing and card games. She enjoyed watching the people though. The woman she had noticed immediately when she walked into the room was playing a card game at a back table with three men. The woman whose name was Nicole was really pretty, wearing a red dress with the back left bare and with a slit down the side that left her whole leg bare as she was sitting down. The boys at the table were falling all over themselves because she was so pretty. The boys were young, probably eighteen, one dressed up as one of the Ghostbusters. She loved looking at the costumes. "Excuse me," a deep male voice said, startling her from her observations. She looked up and was startled even farther by looking into the deepest, most gorgeous brown eyes she had ever seen, but she recovered quickly. "May I help you?" she asked automatically as she took inventory. The gorgeous brown eyes wasn't his only virtue. Dark brown hair that was a little long, one lock falling over his forehead. As she watched, he pushed it away impatiently. She was always drawn to hair, and she wouldn't mind being able to run her hands through his. He had facial hair and several earrings hanging from one ear, which gave him a slightly rough look. She had never been fond of facial hair, and rough hadn't been her cup of tea since high school. Even though she liked long hair, she had been mostly been looking for the respectable, short haired, professional type. Basically someone her grandfather would approve of. "I was wondering about the tournament at three. Did they change it?" She nodded as he was glancing over the people in the room. "Wasn't enough interest. The card tournament will go on though, just in a different format." He was wearing a brown trench coat over a black pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. Broad chest, broad shoulders. She suddenly had an image of running her hands over his chest and shoulders while pressing her body up against his, and just as suddenly, she banished the thought. Besides not being what she had set out to find, he was young. Too young for her. What was she thinking? But then he turned back to her with those eyes and smiled at her, and she was lost. He had a gorgeous smile. Finding a professional who she was attracted to wasn't working out too well. At thirty-two, she thought she should be looking for someone stable, someone with a career. Which is a bit hypocritical since she herself was in college at the moment, but that was what she had set out to do. She had set out to find someone with ambition, but was that really as important as finding someone she wanted, someone she would have fun with? "I'll be back." He flashed one more smile at her. She sighed as she watched him walk out of the room. She brushed her hands through her hair. It never failed. When she saw a guy that struck her interest, it always seemed like she was dressed her worst and looked her worst. She hadn't planned on being here today; it was planned that she work the game room tomorrow, but things had changed at the last minute. She wasn't bad looking in her jeans and a sweatshirt, she knew, but there was no way she could compete with the young lady in the corner. She wasn't wearing any makeup, her nails weren't done, and her brown hair definitely could use work. She had been single for awhile. Unfortunately she was pretty picky about what she wanted in a man. She was also so busy with school that she barely met anyone new. She was starting to get lonely, and she definitely missed having a sex life. She was also shy and wasn't the type of girl that men instantly noticed. She was at a loss as to how to get what she wanted, and she had some pretty specific needs. Someone who shared her interest of fantasy and games, someone she was attracted to, someone she could explore all things sexual with, someone who would treat her well, and someone she had fun with. And in the last year, she had added the career requirement to the list. An hour later she was playing a card game with a friend when he walked back in. He walked over to a group of people and started talking to them, so she watched as she played. He really was gorgeous. She didn't know why, but some men, and occasionally even a woman, would catch her interest, and the attraction would be so strong, that she liked almost everything about them. How they moved, how they talked, their mannerisms. It was a rare thing, but that's how she felt with this guy now. Dark and gorgeous. He had taken off his trench coat. He had dark hair on his arms, and she imagined herself running her hands up his arms to his shoulders. "Carrie," her friend David said sharply, breaking her out of her fantasies, dragging her attention back to the game. "What's with you? You're not paying attention." He waved his cards in front of her face. "Oh, sorry," she said, making the effort to turn her attention back to the game. All hesitation gone now, she started seriously considering ways to get close to him. It had been a year since she had been in a relationship, and that long since she had sex. She wasn't taking the celibacy well. But she was never very good at approaching guys. She always got nervous and chickened out. She wasn't really shy, but she had a real phobia about rejection. Especially with a guy that might run away in horror. He was young, probably had a girlfriend. Not surprisingly with her thoughts occupied with him, she quickly lost the game. "Shall we play another one?" "Mind if I play too?" She looked up into the deep, dark brown eyes and her heart skipped a beat. "Hi, sure, sit down." She quickly got her deck ready. "I'm Carrie. This is my friend David." She brushed her hands through her hair. Once again she wished she had spent more time on her looks today. He smiled at her as he dropped into a chair next to David, leaning back and stretching his legs out. "I'm Adam." She played the game, every time she waited for her turn, her eyes went to Adam. She grew more and more attracted to him. The way he dragged his hands through his hair. The way his black jeans clung to his legs. His fingers as they held the cards. And of course, those gorgeous brown eyes. It was his eyes that really drew her to him. Her mind was going through all the fun things she could do with him. She quickly lost the game. Before she could even say anything, a girl came over and snagged Adam's arm, tugging on it. "How about we play a game?" David looked at Carrie as she sighed as she watched Adam wander off. "Come on, lets go for a walk. Tired of sitting." After they started walking down the hall, watching all the people in costume wandering around, he asked, "You like him, don't you?" Carrie glanced at David, pausing for a second to consider. David and her used to date, although they pretty much had gotten over it. "Yeah, I do. He's cute." She shrugged. "He probably wouldn't be interested in me. Probably has a girlfriend. And he's younger than me." "They say convention sex is the best. And like Vegas. What happens at the convention stays at the convention. Never know until you try." "Or he'll run away in horror." "Would you cut that out?" David asked in an exasperated voice. "You're never going to get anywhere with that attitude." He grabbed her arm. "Come on, we'll get rid of your fear of rejection. We'll go up and ask some random guy to kiss you." "No!" she said, horrified, jerking her arm away. "I can't do that." "You never just let go. You were always uptight with me. You need to learn to let go. Relax, and stop worrying. If he says no, it's not the end of the world. You're going to miss things if you're too scared to put yourself out there." He turned her around to head back the way they came. "Well, we'll go up and ask that guy if he has a girlfriend." She shook his arm off and turned back around. "I'll do it myself. What will it look like if I have to have you find me a man?" She took his arm. "Come on, lets finish our walk, and later on I'll see if I can find him again." They walked around, looking at the different sights. She had always enjoyed these conventions, watching the people, looking at the costumes. The biggest attraction seemed to be a guy dressed up like a ghostbuster from the movie; he was getting stopped fairly often for pictures. Still her thoughts kept drifting back to Adam. It wasn't often that she was drawn to a guy. Unfortunately she was fairly picky; it wasn't often that she even saw a guy that she wanted to approach. There had been two in the last year, and that was counting Adam. What would it hurt to ask him if he had a girlfriend? What if he ran away in horror? About two hours later, when she was about ready to go home and David had deserted her with a reminder of going and looking for the guy, she considered Adam. Should she go find him? So many people were still out and about, it would probably be almost impossible to find him. She decided to try. But after fifteen minutes, she gave up. There were just too many people here. People in costumes lined the hotel hallways, waiting for some event. When she was going out the door into the dark, she stopped suddenly when she saw Adam sitting by the door on a bench, talking on the phone. She took out her own phone, fiddling with it, killing time while considering whether she wanted to go talk to him or not. When he saw him close the phone, she walked over to him. She was nervous, but went up to him, trying to push her nervousness away. "Hi." He looked up at her and smiled. He had a cigarette in one hand, one foot on the bench, one on the ground. "Hi." He gestured with his phone. "Just had a fight with my girlfriend. She's not answering the phone now." She paused for a moment. "Oh, you have a girlfriend." He ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah. I think. Maybe. We haven't been doing very well for awhile now. She's younger than me. I don't think she's matured fast enough." "Oh." She took a deep breath. "Well, that's disappointing. I actually was looking for you. I thought you were cute." She stuck her hands in the pockets of her jeans as she waited for his reaction. He watched a group of people walk out of the hotel. "Thank you, it's not every day I get approached by a woman." He paused for a moment. "I'm not sure what's going to happen with her." "I don't normally approach guys. You're actually the first. There's not very many guys I want to approach." She shrugged, looking down. Raising her eyes up from the ground, she felt a pang, which she totally found ridiculous. She just met him. Why should she feel such disappointment, such a let down? She wanted to be pressed up against him, kissing those lips, sliding her hands beneath that trench coat to slide her hands over his back, over his chest. "Well, I'm flattered." He looked at her and smiled. She was older than him. By how much, he couldn't even begin to guess. While they were playing the game earlier, she had mentioned that she had been married before. She was pretty though. Not the gorgeous model type like the girl Nicole, but pretty. Bright blue eyes, long brown hair, nice body in jeans and a T shirt that showed off her fairly large breasts. The T shirt from a college from a town about fifty miles south of Oklahoma City gave him a slight pause. His girlfriend and him were really having a lot of trouble, and he had to admit that she was tempting. Would she want to have a fling though? Did he really want to have a fling? She took another deep breath. She didn't believe she was going to say what she was going to say. But he was so cute, and looking into his deep brown eyes, she wanted him so much. "I can't believe I'm going to say this," she muttered under her breath. "Can we..." she stopped and tried again. Watching him raise her eyebrows at her as she faltered and struggled, she took another deep breath. "I've heard convention sex is the best. And that it's a little like Las Vegas that everything that happens stays here...." she trailed off, waiting for his reaction. He couldn't help but grin as he watched her fidget with her fingers. It was obviously something that she didn't do often, and she was so cute while she fumbled through the proposal. He considered it, all the possibilities and all the possible consequences, glancing once more at her college shirt. Running his hands through his hair, he glanced at his watch and stood up. "Look, it's eight. I haven't had dinner yet, and I haven't been through the whole convention, and there's the rave party tonight. Why don't we hang out and have dinner, and we'll see where things go?" Relieved that he hadn't ran away in horror, she smiled brightly at him. She was happy with that. "Shall we go eat first?" He nodded, taking her arm and leading her towards the parking lot. "We'll take my truck. Where do you want to eat?" She shrugged. "I'm pretty easy. Fast food is fine even." "I think we can do a bit better than fast food. There's a Chinese restaurant a couple of blocks from here that's pretty good. We ate there yesterday." He led her to a black truck and opened the door for her. As he slid into the driver's seat, his cell phone started beeping. "Hold on." He flipped open the phone and hit a button. "Yeah, I'm going to go get something to eat." He paused for a moment, listening. "Yes, a girl, and none of your business. I'll catch up with you later." He smiled at her. "Friends. Wondered where I ran off to." "Do you all live here?" "No, they're two close friends from high school. We all live somewhere different, but we try to get together every now and then and hang out. They're both good guys, but a little on the odd side." He glanced at her as he shifted the car into gear. "What about you?" He gestured to her shirt. "College student?" "Yeah," she answered, leaning back into the seat, turning her head to watch him as he drove. "Accounting major. I graduate at the end of this semester. I went back to college when my husband and I divorced." She hesitated. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. "I'm almost afraid to ask, but how old are you?" "Twenty-two," he answered as he pulled into the restaurant. He glanced at her and caught her gaping at him. He smiled at her. "How old did you think I was?" "I was thinking twenty six or twenty seven." She studied him as he turned off the car. "I'm really not a good judge of age, but I didn't think you were that much younger than me." "Yeah, I'm not that good of judge of age either." He turned in his seat so he could look at her more fully, even though the light was dim. "I knew you were older than me. How old?" "Thirty-two." "Does it matter?" She smiled at him. "Not if it doesn't matter to you." "It doesn't," he said, reaching over to push a piece of her long hair out of her eyes. "Come on. Lets go eat. I'll buy." "I think I should buy," she said as she came around the truck. "After all, I was the one who picked you up." He gave her a look that she couldn't read in the dim light. "Yeah, but dinner was my idea." He grinned at her. "You can buy me breakfast tomorrow." Once they were in the restaurant and had their food, his phone started beeping again. He glanced at it and sighed. Glenda. But he didn't want to deal with her dramatics at the moment. He should, but he had a pretty girl across the table that wasn't demanding anything or yelling at him. He turned the phone off. "Girlfriend." Taking a drink of her Pepsi, she struggled for a moment with her curiosity. "I hate to pry, but a natural curiosity is something I have a lot of. And I hate to bring up something unpleasant." She hesitated, moving her sesame chicken around on her plate. "Why aren't you two getting along?" He paused for a moment, considering. "She's twenty. She just moved out of her parents house and into her own house." He put down his fork and leaned back in the booth, looking at her across the table. "I helped her. She was supposed to get a job to pay the bills, but she won't even attempt to get a job. She's too busy shopping, hanging out with friends, and just plain running around. Drinking, partying." He shrugged. "I'm not sure what to do about her. Anymore we want to do different things. And I don't want to pay her bills totally." He gestured to the phone. "The phone call earlier was about her car. They're threatening to repossess it, and she wants me to pay the car payment. I don't mind helping her, but I don't want to do everything." He paused for a moment. "I worked hard for everything I have. Maybe it's selfish. But I don't want to pay all her bills while she runs around doing nothing. But I also feel responsible for her. But more and more, it seems like I'm not getting anything out of this relationship." Seeing the fatigue, the worry, and the conflict in his gorgeous brown eyes, she reached over impulsively, covering his hand with hers and squeezing it. "No, it's not selfish. She's your girlfriend, not your wife. And even then, taking care of everything with no support is overwhelming." He stared at their hands for a moment before turning his hand over, linking his fingers with hers. "I don't know what to do about her." He shrugged, the smiled at her, banishing the look in his eyes. "What about you? How long have you been divorced?" "Four years. I got married when I was eighteen." She smiled at him as her heart started beating harder as his thumb moved to her wrist, rubbing over her pulse there. "I dated David for awhile, but we broke up about a year ago. It just didn't work. We stayed friends. It's been that long since I've had sex. I don't take celibacy well." He opened his mouth to say that it had been three months since he had sex, but he closed it again. No use going on about the girlfriend again. Glenda was always too tired, but he didn't know what she did for her to be tired. "You're a pretty girl. You shouldn't have any trouble finding guys." She glanced at him, smiling at him for the compliment. "I'm pretty picky about guys. There's not that many guys I'm interested in." He raised an eyebrow at her and smiled at her. "And you picked me? You have weird taste in men." "So I've been told. There's just something about some men." She shrugged. "Doesn't happen very often." "I'm even more flattered then," he smiled at her, squeezing her hand. "It's nice that you and David stayed friends. Most relationships that end, you hate each others guts." She shrugged. "I seem to have a knack for staying friends after a relationship ends. My ex-husband and I are friends too. He was supposed to be here today as well, but at the last minute, he couldn't make it. We all play Dungeons and Dragons or some other game together one day a week with a few other friends as well." "That's nice. And very rare." He paid the bill and stood up. "Come on, lets go walk through the convention. And then we'll go to the rave." Taking her hand as they got out of the car, he led her into the hotel and through the convention. They went through the dealer's room looking at the different things to buy. She giggled at him when he bought a button that said 'My dice are trying to kill me' and pinned it to his coat. She bought a t-shirt that said 'Pass me another character sheet and some better dice.' They walked through the video game room, stopping to watch people playing, and through several of the anime rooms. Eventually they found themselves in the anime porn room. Standing at the back of the room after they had flashed their IDs, she looked around the room, seeing several couples cuddling in various places in the room.