4 comments/ 18556 views/ 12 favorites Rewrite By: TE999 Hello and welcome to my readers. Many thanks for your feedback, comments and votes on my previous stories. Your votes, feedback, etc. on this quirky little tale are encouraged as well. Enjoy. ------------------------------------------------ "Oh for chrissake, are you on that computer again, Joanne?" Joanne Campbell winced at the sound of her husband's irritated voice. Alan seemed to be in a perpetually foul mood lately. When he was home, that is. Her husband was a senior area sales representative for Englehardt Steel Tubing and was on the road every week, coming home only on weekends. He was one of several key employees recently transferred to Englehardt's Clear Lake City facility from the company headquarters in Omaha. His transfer included a hefty pay raise and a promotion, but it did not seem to improve his increasingly hateful demeanor. Joanne, on the other hand, missed her friends back home and kept in touch via e-mail. In the ten months since they arrived, she hadn't met anyone with whom she cared to cultivate a friendship and she was lonely. Joanne had attempted to talk to her husband to determine why he was so angry all the time, but he would merely grunt and turn on the TV. Frustrated, she stopped asking and suffered in silence. Her computer was her connection to her old life and she clung to it as a drowning person clutches a scrap of wood. She found herself on-line more and more, e-mailing to her best friend Sally and the other women she knew back home. She preferred to talk on the phone, but Alan complained about the high bills, so e-mail it was. She wished her parents would buy a computer and go on-line too, but they were old and set in their ways, no new electronic gadgets for them. "I'll be there in a minute, Alan," she replied, "I'm almost finished with this e-mail to Sally and I'll be there to fix your dinner." "Well hurry up, dammit, I'm hungry," came the angry reply. Joanne sighed as she clicked on the send/receive icon, speeding another plaintive message to her best friend and former college roommate. She missed Sally's company and felt the loss deeply. They would do all sorts of fun things together and now there was no one to share her life. Alan was no longer a companion. In fact, he was almost non-existent in her life anymore. She turned her computer to stand-by and went to serve her husband his dinner. With the dirty dishes loaded in the dishwasher and Alan ensconced in front of his huge plasma screen TV watching some sporting event; Joanne gratefully went back on line, eager to see if she had any mail awaiting her. Oh, goody, she had several new messages from Sally and her other friends. Her eyes filled with tears as she read them one by one, wishing she were there with them and not hundreds of miles away. She felt increasingly trapped with a man she felt no longer loved her. *** As the weeks rolled by, Joanne and Alan became increasingly distant from one another. He became impossible to please when he was home, demanding that she spend time with him even though he was usually in a foul mood. Joanne's e-mails to her friends remained her only link to any happiness and she found herself staying on line more and more, desperate for any form of loving companionship. Her arguments with Alan became increasingly bitter and Joanne felt that he was deliberately provoking her, almost enjoying her misery. Maybe he is having an affair and wants to drive me away, she thought, or this job has somehow turned him into an unpleasant person. Their sex life had been non-existent for some time now and she missed the intimacy they had once shared. Joanne did her best to maintain her trim figure, keeping her brown hair trimmed in the latest style. She could still wear the clothes she wore in college, not bad for a woman of thirty she thought. She had tried wearing sexy lingerie and revealing clothing that emphasized her firm breasts and round ass, but nothing would spark his interest. She would so welcome some human contact, especially a hug and a kiss from Sally and her other friends far away. Things finally came to a head one Sunday evening when Alan was packing his suitcase for another week on the road. Joanne could not remember what started the argument, but their exchange became increasingly tense and Alan grew more verbally abusive than usual. She finally stormed out of the house and went to a movie downtown, just to get away for a while. When she returned after three hours, having stopped for an ice cream, the house was dark. Alan must have gone to bed, she thought. He always left before dawn on Monday morning, never waking her to say goodbye. She slipped off her walking shoes and went into the spare bedroom, intending to go on-line and check her messages. When she turned on the light, a cry of despair sprang from her lips. Her beloved computer lay in pieces on the floor! Alan had methodically hammered her lifeline to sanity into twisted junk. Joanne sank to her knees, her body racked with sobs. Why had he done such a thing, why? She felt as if her whole world was crumbling. The room swam before her eyes and she slipped into unconsciousness. *** When Joanne awoke, she was lying on the floor of the bedroom, her body stiff and sore. The morning sun streamed through the windows, glinting on the smashed remains of her link to the happiness she had known. She arose painfully and walked to their bedroom. Alan was gone and the house was silent. Joanne sighed and went to find a box in which to put her smashed computer. Maybe, just maybe, someone could fix it, but she was reasonably sure the damage was irreparable. 'I'll take it downtown after I take a shower and have some breakfast,' she thought; 'maybe I can buy a used one and my hard drive can be saved.' *** Joanne could not remember seeing an electronics store in this part of town, but there it was, 'Mnemosyne Electronics'. 'What a curious name,' she wondered. 'I hope they can help me.' She parked her small convertible in front of the store, hefted her box of smashed parts and went in. The store was dark and cool, strangely devoid of the usual gaudy displays promoting the latest gadgets. "I'll be right with you," a melodic female voice called out from the rear of the store, "make yourself comfortable." Joanne noticed two large easy chairs facing the stores interior and chose one, setting her burden on the floor. "Welcome to my shop," the melodious voice said, sending a thrill through Joanne's body. "How may I help you today, young lady?" She looked up and saw a tall, beautiful woman in a long flowing white dress walking towards her. Joanne noticed her hair immediately. It was the color of polished silver, cascading down the woman's' back below her waist. Her eyes were pale blue, almost white with shining black pupils. Her face was classic in shape, gently rounded with a broad nose and full lips that glistened in the subdued lighting. She strode confidently towards her customer, her posture erect with her head and shoulders thrown back emphasizing her full breasts. Her feet were clad in silver sandals that twinkled as she walked. Joanne could not help but stare at the vision before her and she suddenly felt warm all over. "Oh my goodness, young lady, what has happened to your nice computer?" said the woman, kneeling before Joanne and looking in the cardboard box at her feet. "My, my husband, he smashed it," Joanne stammered as the woman's' eyes lifted to hers and seemed to reach into her soul. "We, we had an argument. I went to a movie. When I came home, he had smashed it." She began to cry, "Why would he hurt me like that, it's all I have to keep me sane." The woman hugged Joanne as she wept on the broad shoulder. The pain and frustration poured out of her, and she did not care that she was unraveling emotionally in front of a stranger. Yet somehow it felt right being in this woman's' arms and she was soon comforted. "Come along, young lady," said the woman, rising to her feet and lifting the box of computer pieces. "We'll go into the workshop and I will see what I can do." Joanne followed the woman through a purple curtained doorway into a cavernous, well-lit room, then to a long workbench strewn with unusually shaped tools. "What is your name, young lady?" the woman asked as she carefully removed the broken parts from the box. "Joanne, Joanne Campbell, ma'm," Joanne replied, deferentially. Although the woman seemed not much older than Joanne's thirty years, she had an aura about her of quiet dignity and extensive knowledge. Her calm and confident demeanor automatically earned Joanne's respect. "Hello Joanne," the woman said warmly, "My name is Clio. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. My goodness, I am afraid your computer is beyond repair, but I may be able to transfer the information on the hard drive to a new unit." "How much is a new unit, uh, a new computer?" Joanne asked, her heart sinking. "I, I don't have a lot of money." Alan controlled their money with an iron fist, demanding a strict accounting of every penny Joanne spent and berating her if she went over her budget for anything. She had begun to save bits of money here and there, accumulating it in a secret stash in her closet. Her 'mad money', as she called it, was a small act of defiance against her autocratic husband that gave her pleasure. "I have four hundred dollars, would that be enough?" She asked, hopefully. "Well let me see," said Clio, looking through an immense leather bound notebook. "I just happen to have a computer of my own design that I can sell for that price. Let me show it to you." She walked to a towering dark wood cabinet, swung the door open and reached inside. What she carried from the cabinet to the workbench was the most unusual computer Joanne had ever seen. It was a featureless rectangular silver box with softly rounded corners, sitting on squat triangular-shaped feet. A long silver power cord dangled from it ending in a triangular wall plug. Clio returned to the cabinet and brought out a silver flat screen monitor, a silver keyboard and a silver computer 'mouse'. Joanne watched in fascination as Clio assembled the components and plugged the machine into a socket on the workbench. The silver box hummed soothingly and the monitor danced with a rainbow of colors before presenting a picture of a typical suburban ranch house of 1960's vintage. Joanne stared at the monitor in disbelief. 'Why that's my home when I was in high school,' she thought, bewildered, 'how is this possible?' Clio smiled at the puzzled look on her customers face. "I must tell you, Joanne that this model has some unusual features. I see you recognize your former home," she moved the mouse slightly and more images appeared. "Here is where you went to high school, and here is your room in college and finally here is the home of your best friend Sally." Clio paused to let the images sink in to Joanne's consciousness. "This computer will be yours and yours alone. No one else can operate it or even turn it on but you. Above all, it is a window to your past and its subsequent effect on your future. If you choose, you may alter your past using this device, with the knowledge that your future will be affected as well. Now, do you wish to purchase this computer today?" Joanne's head was spinning, what Clio was telling her was impossible. You could not change the past, could you? What in her past could she or did she want to change? However, she wanted a computer so very much. She missed talking to her friends on-line. "I'll take it," she said firmly, reaching into her purse. Clio grasped her hand saying, "There is no need to pay me now. You may take it home and try it out. Become used to it and it to you. Allow the device to attune itself to your thoughts. You can pay me later if you are satisfied it is what you want." The touch of Clio's hand made her tingle and Joanne had trouble concentrating on everything the woman said. "But I need to pay you now," Joanne replied, "what if my husband decides to smash it like my other one?" "That won't be a problem," Clio said with a chuckle, "It can take care of itself. Let me help you carry it to your car." "But, but, what about the information from my old computer?" Joanne stammered as Clio placed the glittering components in a silver-grey carton. "That has already been accomplished," said Clio, enigmatically. She lifted the silvery carton easily and strode through the shop doorway, a bewildered Joanne trailing behind. *** Joanne was so excited when she arrived home her hands were shaking; soon she would be in contact with her friends again. She carefully followed the installation instructions Clio had given her, finally plugging the device into the wall socket. She touched the silver case and the computer hummed to life. Swirls of color appeared on the monitor and she could swear that the keyboard and mouse pulsed against her hands. The screen turned a brilliant blue with a grouping of unfamiliar icons on the left side. Consulting her leather bound operations manual; she then understood the functions they performed. One especially intrigued her. It depicted a persons head with two faces, looking forward and back with a notation below: REWRITE. Curious, she clicked on the icon. The screen rippled with bands of color and letters appeared WHAT DAY AND YEAR? What year, what did this mean? Joanne wondered, and then ever so gently a thought came to her. She typed 'Saturday 1992' on the pulsing keyboard and pressed the ENTER button. An image appeared on the screen and Joanne gasped in shock. It was her and her best friend in high school, Vickie, lying in their skimpy pajamas on her bed at home. She recognized the scene instantly. It was the year they turned eighteen and the night they returned from a hideous double date. The two boys they had gone out with tried repeatedly to have sex with them in their parked car. They had refused and demanded they take them home. Joanne's parents were visiting friends in a neighboring town, so they had the house to themselves. Now they were lying in bed together, still feeling the stirrings of arousal from their abortive sexual encounter. Joanne snuggled against Vickie, suddenly desiring the warmth of her friends' body. Vickie grasped Joanne's hand and turned her face towards her friend for a kiss. Joanne shivered at the memory, remembering their first tentative explorations. She recalled the sweet taste of Vickie's lips, the touch of her soft hands and the silky smoothness of her friends' body under her own eager fingers. The two friends kissed hungrily and Joanne rolled on top of Vickie, grinding their bodies together. Then the door to her room had opened abruptly and her mother stood in the doorway screaming, calling them sluts and tramps, demanding that Vickie leave that very minute. Joanne cried herself to sleep that night, and when her mother called Vickie's mother the next morning, their friendship was effectively over. They carefully avoided each other in school after that. Their fear and embarrassment at being caught fresh in their minds. Joanne stared at the blinking icon of the two faced person on the screen, then at the image of she and her friend lying on the bed. "No," she said angrily, "I want to change this, I don't care. She was my friend and I loved her. She loved me too." Joanne clicked on the REWRITE icon and her fingers flew over the pulsing keyboard. The image on the screen shimmered and flowed... *** "...then he just pulls it out and asks me to suck it." Vickie said disgustedly, "Like just because he's the quarterback on the football team, I'm like just supposed to do it." "Eewww, that's gross." Joanne replied, "That octopus I was with was all over me. He must have touched my boobs and puss a dozen times. He kept saying 'c'mon baby, you know you want it.' She giggled, "What a pig. I'm so sure he gets all the girls with that line." Vickie rolled on her back and stretched lazily. "You know, it was a bit gross, but it was exciting too. It made me a little horny." Her fingers rubbed eagerly on the crotch of her cotton panties, "He even got me wet, but I wouldn't let him know that." Joanne rolled on her back next to her friend, their bodies touching. A thrill went through her and she felt Vickie shiver at the contact. She began to stroke her crotch, feeling her stiff clit beneath the soaked cloth, sighing at the first stirrings of her arousal. "Vickie," she said, her voice a whisper, "Let's touch ourselves. I'm so hot right now. Do you want to?" Vickie was silent for a moment. Then she moved on her side facing her best friend in the world. "Joanne," she replied in a low, husky voice, "let's touch each other. I love you so much. Please don't hate me for asking, please." Joanne responded by taking Vickie's hand in hers and placing it on her small, firm breast. "I want you to touch me all over," she replied, "I want to touch you too. I love you Vickie. I have for some time, but I was scared to say anything. I was afraid you wouldn't want me for a friend anymore." Vickie leaned forward and kissed Joanne softly on the lips. Joanne sighed and kissed her back, darting her tongue in her friend's mouth. They began to kiss passionately, tongues sliding together, nibbling on their partners lips as their fires burned ever brighter. Joanne caressed Vickie's warm body, the feel of her soft skin electric through the thin cotton fabric. She wriggled with pleasure as her friends' hands explored her, the touch as soft as a moth's wing, leaving trails of shivering pleasure. Abruptly, the telephone warbled on the bedside table. Joanne pulled away from Vickie and pressed the talk button. "Oh, hi mom, yeah, we got home safe. Yeah were okay. Yeah, Vickie's gonna sleep over. Not till tomorrow, huh. Okay, uh-huh, okay. Love ya'. Okay, bye." She replaced the phone on its cradle. "They won't be home until tomorrow. Mom said something about car trouble." She grinned at her friend, "Now where were we?" Vickie sat up and pulled her nightshirt over her head, revealing her pert, round breasts. They drew Joanne's mouth like a magnet, the dark pink nipples begging for her warm tongue. She licked and sucked on the stiff nubs, cupping the warm flesh in her hands, the skin like velvet to her touch. Vickie lay back on the bed and moaned as her friend made love to her breasts. Her pussy was creaming and her cotton panties were soaked. Joanne's hand moved down Vickie's torso, scratching lightly with her fingernails, circling the sensitive belly button. Then her fingers moved along the elastic of Vickie's panties, teasingly pushing under the fabric and withdrawing, ruffling her fingertips through the soft pubic hair. Vickie gasped and covered Joanne's hand with one of her own, pushing it down on her soaking pussy, rubbing it back and forth. Joanne slipped a finger into the wet, pink folds, feeling the muscles tighten, moving slowly in and out. "Oh God, yes," Vickie moaned, "just like that. It feels sooo good. Oh, yessss..." Joanne's thumb found Vickie's throbbing clit, coaxing it from its sheath, massaging the hard nub as her friend writhed under her touch. Vickie ripped her panties off, giving her friend greater access to her aching pussy. Then Joanne's tongue trailed wetly down Vickie's soft stomach, pausing in the thatch of blonde hair, waggling its way between the juicy nether lips. Joanne purred deep in her throat, as she tasted her friends' sweet nectar for the first time. She engulfed Vickie's steaming slit with her hot mouth, wanting to drink deeply of her best friends' cum. Vickie screamed in ecstasy as her friend licked and sucked on her steaming pussy, scooping mouthfuls of warm fluids with her busy tongue, teasing the pulsing clit unmercifully. Joanne was lost in the feel and taste of her friends beautiful pussy. She gripped Vickie's ass cheeks in her hands and buried her tongue in the steaming gash as far as it would go, her slippery muscle eagerly caressing the moist velvet walls. Rewrite Vickie's back arched as she clamped her dark haired friends head between her thighs, her orgasm powering through her body, riding a cresting wave of overwhelming pleasure. "Ahhh, Joanne, eat me," she moaned. "Ohhh, I love youuu..." Joanne's mouth remained glued to Vickie's erupting pussy as she came and came, greedily drinking the warm honey as it flowed into her eager mouth. Finally, Vickie collapsed on the bed, mewing and shivering. Joanne crawled up and cradled her in her arms, crooning softly as her friend calmed down. Vickie gently pushed Joanne's arms away from her and grasped her friends' nightshirt, pulling it over her head, exposing her firm, up-tilted breasts. Joanne moaned as Vickie's warm lips engulfed the pebbled aureoles and stiff, brown nipples one by one. She sighed in pleasure as her friend sucked and bit her aching nipples, her hands caressing her body, pushing her panties down and off. Then Vickie's fingers were deep in her pussy, stroking and sliding against the sensitive flesh. Joanne threw her head back, whimpering, as Vickie's thumb found her aching clit, rubbing it as she fucked her friend with her long fingers. Joanne shivered uncontrollably as Vickie's warm, wet tongue licked down her tummy and along her ribs. It teasingly circled her belly button and slid wiggling into her flowing pussy. She screamed and screamed as Vickie devoured her gushing slit, licking her outer lips and sucking on her inner flesh, stroking deep inside to touch her very core. Firm hands gripped Joanne's thighs as Vickie filled her mouth with her friends' juicy pussy, growling softly as she ate. Then Joanne's climax bloomed like a morning flower, flooding her body with searing flame. "Oh my God, Vickie, I love you," she howled. "Take me my love, ahhhhh..." She felt herself drifting away on pulses of joy... *** Joanne leaned back in her chair, breathing heavily. The crotch of her shorts and her panties was soaked and she realized during her furious typing she had cum. Her face flushed and sweaty, she looked at the image on the screen. It was she and Vickie, lying naked and wrapped in each other's arms on the tangled sheets of her bed. They were asleep with happy smiles on their faces, bathed in the glow of new love. Joanne's fingers tingled and ached from her furious typing. It seemed as if the computer had taken control of her. Her typing skills were adequate at best, but her fingers blurred as she took control of her past. Memories rose in her mind of she and Vickie being secret lovers until they graduated high school, then they attended different colleges and drifted apart. Vickie had died in Italy two years ago from cervical cancer. Joanne never had a chance to say goodbye. The memories seemed so real; no, they were real, as real as she was sitting here. Her past had changed. 'What magical device had Clio given to her?' She wondered. Then the letters appeared again on the screen, WHAT DAY AND YEAR? Joanne typed without hesitation, 'Friday 1997'. *** It was her senior year in college. She and Sally had been roommates for three years since they had met at a sorority mixer when they were both pledges. The slim brunette and the curvy blonde liked each other instantly and were now inseparable. They were both majoring in Art, with a minor in Education, wanting to teach at the high school or the college level. The love they felt for each other was strong, but Joanne was reasonably sure that Sally was straight, so it remained on a platonic level. Joanne had fond memories of her and Vickie's intimacies, but she convinced herself it was no more than an episode of teenage sexual confusion and experimentation. Therefore, she went on dates with boys, often double dating with Sally. However, the boys seemed crude and immature, so they preferred each other's company most of the time. Then everything changed the night of the Autumn Fraternity/Sorority Dance at the college auditorium. Joanne and Sally went to the dance without dates, preferring to stay together and dance with whomever they chose. There were plenty of boys in similar circumstances, so there was no shortage of dance partners. The beer and liquor flowed freely, although officially against the rules of the college. By the end of the evening, the women were feeling no pain. The campus bus line had stopped running and neither of them thought they could walk back to the sorority house in their current condition. They found a large couch to lie on in an adjacent reception room and dozed off next to each other. Joanne was having a wonderful dream. Soft lips were kissing her repeatedly and she responded with equal passion. Her brown eyes flew open and she looked into Sally's blue ones. Sally was on top of her and kissing her wildly, murmuring that she loved her and wanted to do this for so long. Joanne's desires for Sally suddenly awakened as she caressed her friends' body, spreading her legs to allow her to lie between them. They rubbed their breasts and crotches against each other, their nipples stiffening and their pussies moistening in their arousal. "Oh Sally," Joanne moaned, "I never knew..." The room lights came on with embarrassing suddenness. Drunken fraternity brothers and their dates surrounded the couch where the women lay. The men laughed and urged them on, calling them dykes and demanding they give them a show. The girls giggled and pointed, making cutting remarks about their appearance and clothing. Joanne and Sally screamed and ran, pushing blindly through the mocking crowd, their faces burning with desire and shame. Somehow, they made it back to their room at the sorority house and fell sobbing on their beds. When they awoke the next morning, they were uncomfortable being with each other. However, as the day wore on their friendship rekindled and things returned to normal. They never spoke of their brief encounter again, both marrying after leaving college and remaining close friends. However, the spark of love between them had died and deep down they mourned its passing. *** Joanne looked intently at the image on the screen. It was she and Sally asleep on the couch in the reception room the night of the dance. Her heart ached for her friend and she remembered vividly the feel of Sally's lips on hers. "Oh Sally," she cried to the empty room, "I loved you so and I still do." She clicked the REWRITE icon once again as her fingers skimmed over the silver keyboard and the screen shimmered and flowed... *** "What was in that punch, anyway?" Joanne giggled as she and Sally sat dizzily on the couch in the darkened room. "I'm not sure," her friend replied, "but I think I saw one of those guys dump a fifth of vodka in the bowl. Oh my head, is the room spinning, or what?" "Omigod, I am so drunk," Joanne moaned, "I gotta lie down for a minute before I fall down." She fell back on the couch, dragging Sally with her, laughing hysterically. In minutes, the friends were asleep, cuddled closely together. A maintenance worker on his nightly rounds stopped and glanced briefly into the darkened room. Not seeing the women sleeping on the couch, he locked the door and continued on his way. Joanne was having a wonderful dream. Someone was kissing her passionately. The soft lips felt wonderful and she responded with equal fervor. Her brown eyes flew open and she looked into the blue eyes of her friend Sally lying on top of her. "I love you, Joanne," Sally whispered, "please say you love me too. I want you so much." Joanne spread her legs eagerly as Sally's warm body slid between them. Their pussies rubbed together through their thin panties and both women moaned. Joanne fumbled with the buttons on Sally's blouse as Sally's fingers pulled up her jersey top and unhooked her bra clasp. Joanne pushed her friends' blouse from her shoulders and removed Sally's bra as her own fell from her body. Sally's tongue explored Joanne's eager mouth as their bare breasts rubbed together, the contact of their hardening nipples sending jolts of pleasure to their throbbing clits. Wriggling and tugging, the women removed their skirts, then their panties, and lay gloriously naked. Both sighing in ecstasy as their silky bodies molded together. Joanne wrapped her legs around her friend's waist, grinding her wet pussy and clit against Sally's furry mound. Sally moaned and began to hump her friends dripping slit, squealing as their erect clits made contact and delicious thrills surged through them. "Ohhhh, Sally," Joanne moaned, "You feel so good against me. I love your body. I love you." "Joanne," Sally whimpered, "I want to taste you. I want to taste your sweet pussy. I need it so bad, please." Joanne lifted her hips from the couch, carrying her smaller friend with her. She turned sideways until her feet were on the floor and Sally was sliding down between her outstretched legs, her eager mouth finally making contact with Joanne's soaking pussy. Joanne trembled as Sally licked her from her clit to her asshole, her broad tongue stroking eagerly on the sensitive flesh. Sally burrowed her tongue into the depths of her friends' juicy pussy, licking and sucking on the slick, pink inner flesh. Then she nibbled Joanne's clit with her sharp teeth, shaking it back and forth. Joanne gripped her friends head in her hands and began to fuck her cunt against her face, gasping and moaning as her climax exploded within her. "Please Sally, eat me, please. Oh God, I love youuuu..." Joanne screamed as her friend, and now her lover, devoured her sweet pussy. She came repeatedly until she pushed Sally's head away; gasping that she could take no more. Sally rocked back on her heels, her face glistening with pussy juices as she caressed Joanne's quivering thighs. Joanne reached for her lover, gathering her into her arms, licking cum from her face. After resting for a minute, Sally sat on the couch with her legs spread as Joanne knelt between them. Her mouth watered at the wonderful aroma as she pushed her face into her lovers' pussy. Sally gasped as Joanne's long tongue slid over her outer lips and into her sopping hole, licking frantically, her nose nudging her pulsing clit. Joanne slid her arms under Sally's thighs, lifting her legs over her shoulders, pulling her lovers sweet pussy tight against her devouring mouth. Sally moaned with pleasure as her lover licked deep inside her velvet walls, the warm muscle buried deep within her foaming cunt. Joanne filled her mouth with Sally's blood-engorged pussy flesh, slurping and nibbling, encouraging her lover to fill her throat with her warm honey. Sally jammed her gushing slit against Joanne's face in a spasm of release as her orgasm pounded through her. "Ahhh, Joanne, fuck me. Take me my angel, ohhhh..." Sally howled, spraying her sticky cum into her friends' eager mouth, coating her face and hair. Joanne clung to Sally's thighs and ate her to three more orgasms until Sally begged her to stop, shaking and sobbing from the intensity of her satisfied desires. Joanne pulled Sally's quivering body into her arms as they lay together on the couch. Wrapped in the welcoming darkness, Sally kissed her friend softly on the lips and whispered, "My wonderful Joanne, my wonderful lover. I am so happy. Please don't ever leave me. I love you so much." "I'll never leave you, my darling Sally," Joanne replied, "I know that we belong together. Hold me and never let me go, my precious one..." *** Joanne rolled her chair away from the pulsing, humming computer, gasping and moaning. Her fingertips throbbed in time with her rapidly beating heart and her rigid clit, her cum seeping into the chair cushion. She stared dazedly at the glowing screen, recovering from another intense orgasm. The image of her and Sally lying in a naked embrace on the reception room couch brought a weary smile of satisfaction to her beautiful face. 'That's how it should have been,' she thought. 'Or is this how it really was.' Her brain reeled as she attempted to comprehend if she had in fact changed her life to what she really wanted or were things still the same. "Joanne, Joanne, where the hell are you?" Alan's angry voice cut through her like a knife. Before she could react, her enraged husband strode into the room, cursing and raving like a lunatic. "This is what I find when I come home early? Where did that thing come from?" He demanded heatedly. "Did you buy that without my permission? How much did you spend? You're always wasting my money, dammit. How dare you defy me? I'll smash this damn thing and then I'll take care of you." He shoved Joanne from her desk chair onto the floor and struck at the humming machine with his large fist. Two beams of silver light sprang from the computer, impaling the angry man through his bulky body, sending him spinning off the floor with an amazed look on his cruel face. Joanne screamed in horror as her husband shrank to the size of a doll before her eyes and with an anguished wail sank into the rippling colors on the monitor. Then her world went black. *** Joanne awoke lying clothed on her bed. She yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. For a moment, she was confused; this was not her bedroom or was it. Oh yes, of course it was, how silly. "It's about time you woke up, sleepyhead," Sally laughed as she walked into the bedroom. "Let's get going. We'll miss the nine o clock show." Joanne shook her head in disbelief. What was Sally doing in her house? Where was...who... a man... what man...what an odd notion? She and Sally had been lovers' since college and three years ago, they had married. She smiled as she glanced at the silver diamond ring on her finger, remembering fondly the day they pledged their undying love for each other and became wife and wife. "Sorry sweetie," she replied, "I guess I dozed off for a minute." Sally embraced her as she arose from the bed, giving her a loving kiss. "I had the craziest dream..." Joanne exclaimed as they walked out the door. *** Clio grinned with satisfaction at the image of the lovers receded from her monitor's screen. A cool wind brushed her cheek as the silvery components of Joanne's computer materialized on her workbench. She sighed and wriggled with happiness as a warm body and firm breasts pressed against her back, strong arms encircling her waist. "My thanks for helping me to bring my dear daughters together, Clio," murmured a deep contralto voice, "It pleases me to feel the contentment in their hearts." "Your pleasure is mine as well, dear Sappho," Clio replied, turning and embracing her olive-skinned lover, gazing into her shining brown eyes. Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, tongues curling together in sensuous delight. "Once again, the goddesses have smiled on our worthy endeavors. Let us go, my darling, there are other lost female souls that need our help." The beings turned, walked through a silvery vortex in the wall and disappeared, the store and workshop dissolving after them... *** "How's the story going beautiful, still stuck for an ending?" Sally asked, rubbing Joanne's shoulders as she sat at her computer. "What's this one about, anyway?" "I just finished it, babe," Joanne replied. "It's about a mystical computer that unites two female lovers. I haven't written a story in the Sci-Fi & Fantasy category for Literotica in a while. I thought I would knock one out before I added another chapter to my Romance series. I've been having writers block on the chapters' plot line lately, so a change of pace helps clear my head." "You really enjoy writing for that web site, don't you, sweetie?" Sally asked, ruffling her lovers' silky brown hair. "But don't you think it's time for bed, hmmmm?" "I'll be right with you sexy," Joanne giggled, "Just let me shut this program down." "A mystical computer of all things," chuckled Sally, stroking Joanne's breast. "Where you get those ideas I'll never know." End. Rewriting History Needless to say all names, places and occurrences stated in this story are completely fictitious. All uses of hypnosis are pure fantasy and have no basis in reality. This story is for the readers entertainment and I hope you enjoy it. * We hadn't seen Jeff since our high school days and then I only barely knew him as the geekish guy, whose tutoring helped my Laura through high school and saved her graduation dreams. I didn't know Jeff that well back then, but he always seemed nice and had a way of making Laura laugh. Even though they'd spend a lot of time together, I'd never felt threaten, since Laura never expressed even the faintest interest in him, other than just as a friend. Laura was a beautiful, energetic member of the cheer-squad, but she really struggled with math and without Jeff's help, she would have never graduated with me. The last we'd seen of Jeff was after graduation, as we thanked him for all he'd done for Laura. We then headed off to our future together at Cal, leaving him to find his own destiny. Working hard at college, we grew closer with each year and by my senior year, I knew that Laura was 'The One' for me, so I proposed on Christmas day. From then on, Laura and I were inseparable, as Laura scraped through with the help of other tutors and managed to get her degree in public health and nutrition, while I got mine in business management. Graduating, Laura and I were married and started our lives and careers together. We'd spent five unbelievable years together and lately Laura had been hinting around about starting a family and wanting to have a baby. With my career well established, I too, was ready to embrace the Joys and perils of parenthood, willing to do just about anything to make my wonderful wife happy. Life was fantastic and we couldn't have asked for anything more. Then one day, to our surprise, Laura received a letter from Jeff. As she read it to me, it appeared that her former tutor and friend had become a stage hypnotist and was bringing his show to a local nightclub near us. In his letter, Jeff said that he'd love to see both of us again and if we came the whole night would be on him. Intrigued and surprised at Jeff's choice of career, Laura's curiosity was peaked, as she expressed the desire to go and see him again. I'd never really been a fan of hypnosis shows, putting them on a reality level with such realistic things such as 'Pro wrestling', soap operas, and comic book heroes, all of which were totally staged and completely scripted. Needless to say, I'd seen my share of these shows and I wasn't really interested in watching another group of people pretending to be 'Hypnotized', then acting like total fools just to get laughs. But Laura was really captivated by the idea, so giving in I went along, just wanting to please her. In his letter, Jeff asked if we could come early, enjoy dinner together and catch up before the show. Arriving at the nightclub, it was nicer than I'd expected and going inside, we were quickly ushered to a table right down front where Jeff was already seated with a beautiful companion. After a few introductions, we enjoy a wonderful dinner together, laughing and joking about our old high school days and exchanging stories about where life had taken us since then. Finally Jeff said that he had to go and prepare for the show, leaving us to spend a few minutes getting to know Vicki, his pretty companion for the night. As Jeff's show started, it was the usual Hypnosis fare, with people from the audience coming up and supposedly going under, amidst his mix of lulling music and shiny sparking baubles. Then came the typical comic parade, as they all seemed helpless to stop themselves from becoming whatever or whomever Jeff suggested. I had the say that Jeff was quite the showman and his hypnotic skits were really hilarious, as he made his 'volunteers' do some of the stupidest and most amusing things I'd ever seen. We laughed our heads off, as we watched them daintily prancing, singing and dancing all around the stage with every new and ridiculous situation that Jeff suggested. Watching them, we laughed so hard that my sides began to hurt and Laura sat doubled over, laughing herself silly, as she frantically exclaimed that she might wet herself if he didn't stop soon. Lucky for both of us, Jeff finally ended his show by taking a very petite young woman and hypnotically transformed her into a 'stiff as a board' bridge and grabbing her ridge body, placed her in between two chairs. As we watched in amazement, using a third chair as a step stool, he stepped on top of the hypnotized woman and stood triumphantly, supported solely by her inflexible body. After the show, when Jeff rejoined, both girls were totally enthralled and couldn't stop talking about how enchanting and entertaining his show had been. I had to admit that even though the whole thing was fake and probably staged; Jeff had a knack for making it very hilarious and entertaining. But when I accidentally mentioned the word 'fake' to him as I congratulated him, he got all defensive. "So you really think that this is all fake?" he questioningly asked. "Well.... Isn't it?" I replied. "I mean you put on a wonderful show, but aren't those people just pretending and acting to get laughs?" "NO." Jeff said, as I denoted that I'd offended him. "There are quite a number of medical studies about hypnosis's effects on the brain and a person's perceptions of reality." He defensively replied. "I'm sorry, I didn't," I said trying to apologize, "I've just never really thought that it was actually real." Getting up, Jeff said, "It's OK." Charmingly, he suggested that we all head back to his place and he'd give us a more intimately personal display of his hypnotic prowess and the powers of hypnosis. I was tired from my week of work and really just wanted to just take Laura home. But after putting my foot in my mouth with Jeff and with Laura' giving me that 'Look' and mouthing the words 'We should go", I relented and agreed to follow him back to his place. Driving along, we followed him the few miles back to where he was staying. All the time we drove, Laura was all over me about the comments I'd made to Jeff and that I'd been really insensitive. I told her that I was sorry for what I'd said, but I really truly believed that this whole hypnosis thing was nothing more than just another scam and that only a total idiot would really believe this stuff was actually real. To ease her worries, I promised to be good and not say another word about this to Jeff. I said that I'd just play along with whatever he said to make her happy. Arriving, we quickly parked and headed to his room. Entering, it was nicely furnished two-bedroom suite, with a large leather sofa, a large coffee table and a pair of recliners. Offering the ladies some wine and me an imported beer, we all sat down, as Jeff picked up where we'd left off at the club. He began to talk about all the studies he'd read about hypnosis and many of the amazing things he's personally witnessed. When he asked me about what I thought, I skillfully avoided directly answering him, as I just said that it was interesting and that I had never thought about hypnosis that way. I felt that I was doing quite well to avoid any direct confrontation, when to my surprise, Laura blurted out, "Chris, you're such a liar!" I was caught totally off guard by her allegation. Wasn't it enough that I was putting up with Jeff's endless stories about the 'Powers of Hypnosis', but I now stood speechless, Laura began spilling the whole discussion about hypnosis that we'd had in the car. When she hit the part about me saying that someone would have to be an 'idiot' to believe in hypnosis, I thought Jeff was going come unglued. Now that it was out in the open, it was time to pay the piper, so turning back to Jeff, I began back-peddling and smoosing him as fast as I could. "What makes you think that my show was staged?" he demandingly asked, "and how can you stage something without ever meeting your volunteers?" Still stunned and standing there, I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know, but isn't it?." "Tell me this...What would it take to make you change your mind?" He forcefully asked. Again, I just stood there with that 'deer in the headlights' look and didn't say anything. "Well I could hypnotized you if you're willing." Jeff semi-politely offered. Even though he sounded like he was calming and wasn't too upset, in the back of my mind, I didn't want to take the chance that Jeff would be able the make me do anything stupid in front of the girls. So stuttering, I quickly made up a lame excuse of being tired and having a headache to get me out of it. "Oh my god Chris, you sound like a woman trying to get out of having sex." Laura said laughing. I could have killed her; but instead I offered another option by saying, "Why don't you hypnotized Vicki." "Well... I could do that and it would be quite easy since I've already hypnotized her many times," Jeff cautiously stated, "But how would you know if she wasn't just faking it to help me?" He had a point and there was no way that I could really know if she was faking, I thought. As I was pondering my dilemma, Jeff seized on the moment. "We both trust Laura...Don't we?" he said, looking directly at me. "What if I hypnotized her, then you can make you own judgement of whether she's faking it or not." I was totally blindsided, as I felt like I was caught between the proverbial rock and the hard place. If I said 'No', it would mean that he was right and I didn't know what I was talking about, brandishing me a fool. But if I said 'Yes', I'd was opening Laura up to maybe embarrassing herself and all because I'd been such a wimp about being hypnotized myself. Deciding not to answer him directly and trying to avoid his offer, I carefully responded, "I do trust Laura, but I really can't ask her to do this." Again, Jeff jumped on the situation, as he smugly said, "I trust Laura too, but unlike you, I can ask!" Turning back to Laura, he said, "Since your husband seems to have a headache, would you be brave enough to go under my hypnotic spell, to once and for all to prove to him the validity of my hypnosis. Laura looked obviously apprehensive, as she hesitatingly said, "I've never really been hypnotized and frankly Jeff, I'm a little scared of it." I could tell that she was trying to get out of it too, but then Jeff charmingly countered, in a very heartfelt voice by saying, "Laura, in all the times that we were together back in high school, did I ever do anything to hurt you?" Laura thought for a second and said, "You have always treated me right." "Well Laura, You've always been very special to me and I'd never do anything to hurt you." Jeff sincerely said. "I'm really a very proficient hypnotist, but I can't do this without you." Jeff implored, with his eyes begging for her consent. "It's funny, but now I really need 'your' help," he candidly declared, "Could you find it in your heart to help the one that used to help you?" What line of 'Bull', thought I, as I listened to Jeff's pleadings. Thinking for a second, Laura stopped and said, "You were always there for me." Then contemplating a little more, she looked into Jeff's thoughtful and trusting eyes. Pausing for a few more seconds to reflect, she made her decision. "I think I'm going to give it a try." she hesitatingly said. "Fantastic!" Jeff excitedly responded, as I was wondering what I'd gotten my wife into. "Ok honey, I'm doing this for you." Laura nervously said, as she gave me a nervous, semi-scared, unsure smile. "And Jeff...You be good!" she said, jovially pointing a warning finger at him. "I'm always good and many have called me 'The Best'." Jeff pompously professed, not directly answering her question. I was very concerned about Laura doing this, but how could I call it off now, without looking like a total fool. It was decision time for me, as Jeff asked Laura to move into one of the leather recliners and fully recline. Turning back to Vicki and me, he asked if we could move ourselves to the kitchen, so he could work with Laura alone. Quickly rationalizing that the worst that could happen was that Laura would make a little fool out of herself and we'd probably all laugh about it later, I decided take it would be alright, so giving her a kiss and telling her that I loved her, I left. "Here I Go!" Laura said smiling. Then kicking her feet up with the footrest, she settled her head back against the headrest, as the chair slowly reclined. Little did I realize at the time just what that phrase was really going to mean? Walking away with Vicki, I continued on to the kitchen, as I heard Jeff begin to talk and Laura start to laugh behind me. In the kitchen, we made some small talk, as Vicki took advantage of the time to tell me about how her and Jeff had met. Every once in a while, we'd sneak a peek around the corner, only to find Laura staring quietly at the ceiling as Jeff calmly whispered into her ear. We noticed that as the minutes went by, her eyes started to slowly blink at an ever increasing rate, until they fluttered for almost a minute as Laura seemed to be valiantly fighting, though unsuccessfully to keep them open. Finally they slammed shut and I was astonished that the whole process had taken less than 15 minutes. "Wow, If she faking it, she sure made it look really believable" I commented. "I don't think she's was faking," Vicki honestly replied, "Jeff's very professional about his craft." "Well I guess that now that Laura is 'under', in a couple of minutes, Jeff going to have her doing some goofy hypnosis tricks to show me up and demonstrate how stupid I was about this. "It looks like it might take a little longer," Vicki hesitatingly hinted, as she pointed back in the direction of Jeff and Laura. Turning back around, I noticed that even though Laura's eyes were still closed, her head was now slowly, repeatedly shaking back and forth as if something wasn't right. Finally appearing very frustrated, Jeff stopped. Getting up quickly, he carefully made his way down the hallway and into one of the bedrooms, as Laura lay motionless and silent in the chair behind him. Less than a minute later, Jeff came out of the door carrying a large box. Carefully placing it on the floor next to Laura, he opened the top and began pulling out a weird looking contraption. "I wonder what He's up to? I curiously asked. Vicki just shrugged her shoulders, "Beats Me" Carefully we watched, as Jeff took out a large metal tripod, a compact TV/DVD player and two lights with strange looking wheels attached to the front. Within two minutes, Jeff had not only extended the tripod, but also attached the lights to each side of the TV and mounted the whole weird contraption on tripod that now hovered over top of my lovely sleeping wife. Placing a DVD into the unit, he took a few seconds to adjust the angle until the screen was straight in front of Laura's face. Then plugging in a headset, he gently placed the padded speaker cups carefully over Laura's ears. Curiously, we watched Jeff press the button on the player and grabbing the small-attached microphone, he began talking to Laura again. With her eyes blinking and popping back opened, Laura looked nervous and apprehensive, as she now gazed into the screen, as Jeff continued to talk to her. But it was long before Laura was shaking her head again, as her mouth appeared to mumble the word "No", among other things. "It looks like Jeff is still striking out with your wife." Vicki commented. "Yea, I think your right!" I chuckled to myself, enjoying Jeff's apparent defeat in our little contest. "Jeff is going to have to eat a lot of crow after this one is over." I said, completely pleased with how this was turning out. But as we watched, Laura's eyes began to get wider and wider, as her mouth began to drop open. Jeff seemed to be carefully observing Laura's reactions and after a couple more minutes, he carefully reached up and flipped a switch. Immediately the lights turned on and colored wheels began to spin, slowly gaining momentum with every second. Now Laura's face was covered in a myriad of colorful dancing lights. Laura's eyes got even wider as she still slowly shook her head 'No'. All of a sudden there was a bright colorful burst of light, as Jeff pressed a trigger and the lights strobe flashed for a few seconds. This effect seemed to stun Laura, as her head briefly stopped. During this flash session, Jeff very rapidly and forcefully talked into the microphone. At first, as soon as the lights stopped flashing, Laura would return to shaking her head. But as time went on, the delay between when the lights stopped and Laura when started shaking her head steadily increased. Talking forcefully during the bursts, Jeff seemed intent on drilling something into her. As we watched, Laura's head, which had been solidly shaking "No", slowly began to move in a more circular motion and looking confused, her mouth seemed to struggle to even speak. Finally, Jeff held the trigger down for more that a minute and as the strobe flashed, he rapidly, repeatedly and forcefully barked what appeared to be a series of orders and phrases into the microphone. This final barrage ultimately ended as he shouted the word 'NOW!' with such a thunderous voice that we could easily hear it from the kitchen. Totally riveted, Vicki and I watched intently to see what Laura's reaction was going to be to Jeff's 'Mega' speech and strobe attack. Curiously as we watched, Laura's head shuttered, with her eye's rolling rapidly into the back of her head and her head flopped lifelessly to one side. A huge smile broke out across Jeff's face, as he seemed supremely satisfied with himself and Laura's reaction. Waiting for a couple of minutes, Jeff seemed to be contemplating his next plan of attack, as Laura, breathing softly, lay lifelessly in front of him. Then it was as if Jeff was hit by a stroke of inspiration and brandishing a huge smile, he eagerly began intently talking to Laura. We watched as Laura slowly responded to his words, with her eyes opening and her head lazily rolling back into position. With her eyes locking back onto the screen, she now just intently listened to Jeff. All of a sudden, the stupidest, goofiest, most incredibly fooling looking smile I'd ever seen in my life rampantly began to breakout across Laura's face. With that smile locked on her face, Laura's head now only nodding up and down, as she now seemed utterly content with whatever Jeff was saying. Things died down from that point, as Jeff now began talking incessantly and Laura simply just sat there nodding in agreement, with her eye glued to the TV screen and spinning lighted wheels. Watching, things got dull and the whole scene got frankly rather boring. Losing interest, Vicki and I used the time to learn a little bit more about each other. I lost track of time and Laura, as more than on hour went by. Finally Jeff entered the kitchen and said that Laura was, as he called it, "READY". Jeff suggested that I to go and talk with her while he took Vicki back into a bedroom to induce her. As I walked back into the living room, Laura appeared perfectly normal, sitting upright in the recliner and warmly smiling at me as I approached.