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A Chat

By: Captain Midnight



 Based on To Serve and Protect, created by Patricia51 and Linda_S Suggested by Forever, ©1975 by Judy Blume

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was meant to be part of the "S&P: Interrogation" series. Now it's the first of two stories about Patricia51's extended family of police officers, showing the other sides of their lives. In this one, nobody has sex and nobody commits a crime, but I hope to help set the stage for events later on in Patricia's stories. 

Michael Gibson Junior stared in horror at the broken door lock.

Susan Adams stared at Michael Gibson Junior.

"Mikie," as he was known to his family (he desperately tried to keep his friends from calling him that) was in the Gibson family's third and smallest bathroom. Unfortunately, so was Sue. She had rapped hard with her knuckles on the door. Not only was the door's lock broken, the latch evidently was as well. The door had swung inwards despite Mikie's desperate lunge for it.

It's hard to tell which of the two people was more embarrassed, but Sue wasn't necessarily ashamed. Mikie was. Guilt spread all over his face. The upended paperback had fallen to the floor just a second before the knock. Mikie's hand was clutching the waistband of his pants, trying to pull them up. He was doubled over like he had just taken a blow to the groin.

Sue's eyes met Mikie's. She saw real fear in them. She looked at the one-person shower instead.

Mikie's mind played with four-letter words. He thought he would have been justified in saying them. But swearing was a punishable offense in the Gibson household, and anyway he didn't like people who cursed a lot. Finally he spoke.

"Get ... out ... please!"

Sue silently backed out of the bathroom, pulled the door to, and walked – not hurriedly – away. She made sure her heels clicked on the floor of the master bedroom. She went to another bathroom, waited for Mikie's mom to come out, and hurried in. Once she had done her business there, she went to the window and looked out into the back yard. 

Mikie had left the little bathroom, gone to his own bedroom, opened the window and crawled out onto the roof. He cautiously made his way to the nearest tree and swung himself into it. Sue's gaze followed him up into the tree house. 

Five minutes later, Sue knocked on another door. It hadn't been particularly easy climbing the tree in her nice outfit, but she managed well enough. She had excused herself from the family dinner with the Gibsons and with her lover Linda Shannon, saying she had something to do. She reassured her anxious hosts that it wasn't anything to get worried about. She took a circuitous route to the back yard so Mikie's 10-year-old brothers wouldn't see her and figure out Mikie was hiding. 

Mikie curled up in a ball in a corner of the tree house. He was trying to figure what his punishment would be. Would Mom and Dad just stop at killing him? They had never spanked him, but Dad was a former Marine and he could get pretty creative in handing out punishments. Mom was one of the Sheriff's Department's top interrogators. And both were in very good physical shape. Mom had climbed to the top of the tree to rescue Mikie's niece's kitten last year.

There are worse things than dying. He heard the knock, followed by Sue's voice.

"I don't know the secret knock, Michael. You'll just have to let me in before anybody sees me up here."

Arrest. Jail. Jailhouse rape. Court. Reform school. Being someone's boy toy for the next three years. Mikie walked through neck-deep mud, it seemed, to open the door and admit the Detective Sergeant who had caught him in the act of masturbation.

"May I come in and have a seat?" Sue asked. Her tone was open to every interpretation in the book.

The loft had a beanbag chair, a bench, and a few cushions. Sue walked over to the beanbag chair, arranged it so she could lean forward and be about a step from the bench, and sat down in ladylike fashion. Mikie walked over to the bench and perched himself, imagining what the electric chair must have felt like in the past century.

Long pause.

Sue just watched Mikie. He felt constrained to speak.

"Are you going to arrest me for indecent exposure?"

A faint shake of the head.

"Public lewdness? Felony sexual harassment?" The last was the scariest.

Another shake of the head. Sue then spoke.

"Don't tell me they offer Government classes during freshman year now? I had to wait until I was a senior. You must know the criminal code of Georgia pretty well."

"Well, with Mom, Dad and Carol being cops ..." Mikie was astonished that he could be somewhat lighthearted in a position like this.

"Then you also know how the state sodomy law was overturned. The cops served a legal warrant, but while inside the house they accidentally spotted two gay guys making it in a bedroom and arrested them. The men sued for violations of privacy and won." Sue paused. "That wasn't my bathroom. Your mom and dad might ask you why you were using their bathroom, but I couldn't bust you even if I wanted to. And I don't."

Long pause. Mikie looked down, up, anywhere but at Sue's face, until he realized it was useless. Then he asked her directly.

"Are you pissed off?"

Sue shook her head in disapproval. "Are guys really that intimidated by women? You're more scared of me being upset than you are of anything except your mom and dad being upset."

"Jeez, Sergeant –"

"Sue."

"Sue. Jeez. You're a grown woman, you're a ..."

"Dyke?"

Mikie really didn't want to answer that one. He skipped over it. "You're sort of married, aren't you supposed to hate sex and don't you dump on guys who like to jack off?"

The question was answered with a question. "Do you like to jack off?" Mikie was quite nonplussed by Sue's use of the word. Sue continued: "It looked like you really didn't want to do it, you were just so wound up you had to do something."

Mikie grimaced. "Yeah. I'd gone three whole days. I was so wired you'd have thought I was on meth or something."

Sue looked disapproving. "Don't joke about drug addiction."

Mikie backed off. "I'm sorry. It's just that ..." he took a deep breath ... "I was seeing some guys in the shower and wondering what they were like. Not like I was gonna stick it to some guy, just thought what it'd be like to touch them and rub myself off." Even if Sue hadn't been a good lip reader, she could have figured out the curse the younger fellow bit off.

Sue replied: "Do you or don't you think I did the same thing?"

It sounded like a trap question to Mikie. Sue and Linda had been a couple since Sue graduated from the police academy, since before Mikie was born for that matter.

"I guess so," he finally replied.

"Sure I did! But I wasn't looking to go to bed with them! Jeez! I'd check them out and compare them to me, look at the early bloomers and the girls who weren't to puberty yet, wonder what in hell they felt, whether Betty Big Boobs got neck strain from the weight up front, if Sarah A-Cup was putting out to make up for so little on top, all this stuff everybody probably thinks. But do you think I was never interested in guys? Believe me, if I hadn't found Linda I might be married to a guy right now, if he was the right one."

"But how do you know he'd be the right one? I sure as hell don't," Mikie responded in some agitation. Sue realized she had gotten a bit agitated herself, and resolved to calm Mikie down some. If someone else came up that tree, Mikie would climb to the topmost limb and probably get stuck.

"You don't." Sue let that hang. Then she mentioned something else she had noticed.

"Where did you get the book Forever?"

"Stephanie left it behind when she moved out. Carol got it at a book sale, I think."

"I've read it," Sue said. "Some of it's pretty steamy. The scenes where they make out before they start actually fucking, the times when they make love and both of them come. I had four or five sections pretty dog-eared. I'll bet you do too."

Mikie couldn't believe he had heard Sue drop the F-bomb, but he had to agree with her assertion. Sue continued.

"Is that the only thing you jack off to, or do you have other things?"

Mikie didn't want to rat out anybody, but he felt he needed to tell the truth. "There's this guy who hacked his mom and dad's computer and accessed all the adult sites. He prints off Web pages and sells them to the rest of us."

"Very interesting," Sue said. "Also breaks at least two or three laws that I know of. Did you know Carol was the subject of one of those Web pages?"

Mikie let out a curse that broke every taboo in the Gibson family, and which would have earned him at least an hour of running in place in a truck tire filled with sand, with a time penalty for touching the sides. He stared in horror at his sister's work partner.

"It's true. A hacker created a phony sex site, with her pictures digitally manipulated to make her look like a total slut. We caught the people responsible, but I see people still like that sort of thing."

Mikie didn't believe in omens, otherwise he would have thought the world was going to crash onto his head. "I can't tell you who gives them out. You might could find out if you asked some other guys, though."

"Rest assured, someone will," Sue said. And that was that. She shifted the conversation back to Forever.

"Have you read it all the way through?"

"Yeah."

"My mom gave it to me," Sue said, "and I think my grandmother gave it to her. It came out in 1975, so I think at least three generations of girls have read it, and maybe a lot of guys interested in sex." 

"It gets pretty yucky at the end," Mikie said. "Katherine leaves Michael for this other guy she hardly knows. I wonder if Michael blew himself away with a shotgun or something."

"Lots of guys have wondered that," Sue replied. "But remember the guy who tried to hang himself about 50 pages earlier. Michael wouldn't do anything that stupid, would he? Even over a girl?"

Mikie let out another mouthed curse followed by a mouthed comma and an audible "I don't know." He thought for a while. Sue was sure he was thinking about boyfriend-girlfriend relationships and possibly about breakups. She studied his expression carefully and decided he didn't personally know any guys who had broken up with their girlfriends. Now his female friends ... that was a different matter.

"How do boyfriends and girlfriends treat each other these days?" Sue asked.

"Like crap," Mikie said without thinking. 

"The same as when I was a teenager, or different?" Sue asked gently. 

"Dunno what you saw. But the guys act like they own the girls. I saw one guy in eighth grade get it right in the nuts for talking nice to another guy's girlfriend. Lured down an alley and ambushed. Four or five guys."

"Were you one of them?" Sue asked. Mike turned crimson.

"I didn't hit him. I stayed back."

"And nobody reported it, I'm quite sure," Sue said firmly. 

"Shit, no. The guy who got it is in Harper High now anyway. He's one of the enemy." 

Mikie shouldn't have said that. He knew he shouldn't have. Carter High School had been built as the city grew, which was in the last decade. Mikie's sisters had gone to Harper, and Sue had taught there on an undercover assignment. He glanced anxiously at the door, expecting Sue to exit and go get his parents. Instead she spoke coolly.

"Mom and Dad held you back so you wouldn't be among the youngest kids in the class. Now you're one of the oldest, maybe the oldest. Big and strong. Are you going to hit this guy again if you see him at the big game?" 

That wasn't a rhetorical question. Harper and Carter Highs had fierce gridiron rivalries; during the week before they played, the principals set their lunch times an hour apart so students wouldn't meet and fight. Mikie's dad had broken up one such brawl single-handedly.

"Nah. Besides, every guy was hot for that girl, Rachel Underwood. She really had a rack on her and her ass was neat, too."

"I see," Sue said. "Tits and ass are what you want? Did you ever look at her face, hear her voice, listen for her mind?"

Mikie grimaced. "She was kind of sweet. She sorta liked me."

Sue fired away. "What happened to her?"

Mikie must have thought about Rachel before. There was a soft, sad tone to his voice.

"I think she must've got knocked up and had an abortion. This year, guys are avoiding her like she's got bubonic plague. A lot of guy talk says she screwed half the guys on campus. I've seen her sometimes and she always looks away."

Sue made a mental note to find out about Rachel. Right now, her attention was on Mikie. 

"How do girls at school dress these days?"

Mikie thought it over. "Pretty regular, I guess. Jeans, sneakers, T-shirts or short-sleeved tops. When winter comes, they usually wear boots and long coats. Not much different from guys."

"Any of them dress up?" Sue asked quietly. "Shorts, too-short skirts, tummies showing, open necks, bras or thongs showing, tops too small, and – God forbid – pants so tight you can see a camel-toe crotch?"

Mikie nodded a little. "Not all at once, but I've seen girls who looked really hot. Mostly the juniors and seniors. You know they go to the office if they break the dress code."

"They've done that for a hundred years, or close to it. Would it surprise you that I did all of those things?"

Mikie certainly was surprised. "Why?"

"Because I wanted to be noticed, silly. I thought I was pretty, but I needed people to say I was. One nice compliment from a handsome guy and I felt good all day. Two from this one particular guy and I felt like a princess."

Mikie still had a great deal of trouble thinking that the gay woman opposite him could have been attracted to a man. He incautiously asked who she could have liked.

"You know him. Josh Crane."

Mikie's eyebrows practically knit themselves together. Things didn't compute and he said so. Sue smiled.

"I had a crush on him in tenth grade. I didn't think he noticed, and I was probably right. Then, when we were in the Police Academy together, he had a crush on me and I DEFINITELY didn't notice. He was too shy to say anything by then. I'm glad we became good friends later, but I'm more glad he didn't try anything, because I would have said no by then." 

Mikie puzzled it over. "When did you know you were ..."

"Gay?" Sue asked. "It took a long time. I would gladly have dated Josh most of the way through high school, maybe even have gone to bed with him. But slowly I realized that I felt more comfortable around girls, especially non-judgmental girls. Then I heard a lot of stories about guys who were bad in bed, about well-endowed guys who just hurt girls, and I vowed I'd never be like that with a girl, and that's when I realized I was attracted to girls and wanted them instead of guys. That wasn't all of it, but I wanted to have women as lovers."

Mikie was curious in spite of himself. "How did you ... do it for the first time?"

Sue shrugged. "I went out on a date. Debbie and I had a class in elementary education together, and I found out she was gay. We did some projects together and stayed up late at night, got snacks and drinks, and talked. About the middle of the semester I asked her out to an art film. When we got back home, I asked her if I could kiss her. We didn't have sex then, but we kept going out on dates and we wound up at her apartment a few times, my dorm room a few times. But it only lasted a year."

"Nobody from then until Linda?"

"I left college after my sophomore year and joined the police academy. One day I heard a woman moaning in the shower, moaning for another woman. Linda walked out and caught me. I pretended to play dumb, but I knew.

"I didn't really meet Linda until Police Academy graduation ceremonies, and then I made a total shit of myself. Your dad gave me a good lecture. I was mad at Linda for a while, and then I started thinking about what she'd been through. She had to kill two men to save her partner's life, and that partner was your dad." Sue paused, looking to see if Mikie was surprised. When he wasn't, she continued.  

"Then both Josh and I applied for the Narcotics Task Force. Linda saw something in me and picked me, I went undercover under her tutelage, and I acted on my desires. After the investigation was over, and after we helped save Carol's reputation, I realized Linda and I were truly in love. But it wasn't easy for a long time."

Mike frowned. "Is it ever easy?"

Sue shook her head. "I doubt it very much." Then she shifted the conversation again.

"What do you feel about ... girls who do?"

Mikie replied pretty quickly. "I don't like it. They're too young."

"And you aren't?" Sue let that one hang and continued. 

"Michael, I'm the same age now as Judy Blume was when she wrote that book. She had a daughter who kept reading stuff about 'bad girls' having sex and getting punished for it. My mom told me there was as much teenage sex then as now, just that it wasn't talked about nearly as much and people had lots of wrong ideas. And she confirmed she had been through what Kath went through – getting exams, going on the Pill, wondering what losing it would be like. Then she forgot her pills and got pregnant with me right out of high school ... you know the rest.

"I got the 25th-anniversary edition. Judy Blume put in an extra page talking about AIDS and other things people could get from unprotected sex, and telling the kids who read it to use condoms all the time. Yeah, it was sad, but what matters is that there will always be girls who wonder about falling in love and having sex, no matter if it's 1975 or 1925 or 2025. And if girls do, guys do.

"Face it, Michael. Kids know something about sex way before grownups want them to. Many of them are going to do it. You want to."

"But I haven't done it with anybody."

Sue shrugged. "Would you believe that I'm a virgin?" She let Michael knit his eyebrows. "I've had ... feminine hygiene inside me and I've had my gynecologist's fingers there. Linda touches inside me too. But the hymen's still in place. 

"Linda and I had a long series of talks. She described what it's like to have a man's ... manhood inside. It was fine as long as she loved and cared for the man – otherwise it was just an invasion. I realized I'd never feel that way with a man, so I asked her never to take me like a man would. She was really sweet about it. I put sex toys inside her, but I don't pretend to be a man with her and she doesn't pretend to be a man with me."

Mikie blurted out: "Do you know I'd like to ... you know, with you?"

"How come?" Sue replied gently.

"I feel like ... you're missing out. Guys love you. I've seen you around when I was with my group, and they all check you out and say things."

"What things? Just tits and ass and camel-toe, or something else?"

"Well, yeah, they look at your bod." Mikie grimaced. "But you're kind of like the teacher guys get hot for, you know? Smart as hell, smile lights up the room, says nice things, acts really interested when talking to guys like me." 

Sue would have accepted that, but Mike struggled with something. She let him continue, knowing he wouldn't look at her directly.

"They're really turned on by you being a ... girl-lover. They'd like to see you and Linda doing it. They can't believe neither you nor Linda is, you know, butch."

Sue sighed. "For the record, I have known some women who were butch or at least looked butch, and were very nice. There was one woman, a nurse, whom you couldn't tell was a woman unless you saw the sports bra underneath her scrubs. When Linda went to the hospital after being shot, this woman performed a thousand little kindnesses for her and for me. She'd also go over to the pain center and give massages to dying people, strictly volunteer work."


A Chat Room Romance



I had always thought that computers were used mainly for business and not for pleasure and personal use. It was the last thing I ever thought that I would own. I had gotten along well for many years without one and why should I have one now? 

My sister Brenda had come to see me, and we discussed the perks of using and owning a personal computer. She convinced me that they are not as intimidating as I had thought. So we went shopping. With her expertise and computer savvy, we brought home a computer that would launch a satellite and set it up. I was able to contract a service provider that same day and towards the evening, Brenda helped me set up my own email account. She also helped me with the very basics of computer use, and before she left to drive back home to Georgia, I thought I knew enough to get me by. She had downloaded a chat client for me and I was able to find my way back to that same server and a new computer user's chat room.

For weeks I went to this "newbie" room and each night was able to pick up a few more tips from various people there who frequent the room. Most of the others were also new users but some were there just to help. I felt good knowing I was not the only one "computer illiterate" and felt comfortable with the people that I had gotten to know a bit.

"Newbies" was a fairly large room with about 30 people on the average nightly. When I first entered this room, I did not have a nickname. I simply entered and was automatically named "guest" with a number. I was told to choose a name so that every time I did enter the room people would know who I was. I also filled in the "bio" portion listed on the server that gives a brief description of myself that others can read. I was always told to never give too much info. This way as I got to know people, then I could have the option of telling them a bit more about myself if I so desired. After much thought I decided to call myself "Lassie". I am female, and in Scotland that is what a girl is called, "Lass" or "Lassie". After a while, people that I did not know would come in the room and ask me if "I was able to go for help when Timmy fell in the well". That got old so I changed to "Bunny". I love bunnies and even had a pet Holland Lop so the name stayed with me. 

The newbie's "class" seemed to move together acquiring better computer skills and the ones that helped us do that, had been on the computer for years, and were considered "techies". The techies were very helpful, kind and considerate of the fact that the new users needed patience and understanding.

Before long I was even able to assist others with minor problems with their computers. People came to the room and stayed there without going to other rooms. It got to be almost a family of sorts. We got to know one another through chat so well, it was almost as if we had known each other for years. The only thing missing was a face to accompany the names.

There is a thing called a "whisper" in chat rooms. A whisper allows you to have a private conversation without the other "roomies" seeing what you are talking about to any one person. I had heard of "cybering" but did not know exactly what it was at first. For lack of a better word, I learned that "cybering" was "safe sex" on the computer. People type sexual things in a whisper and can actually have sex. I often wondered how people can do that and type at the same time? For most people that cyber, they move on to phone sex. At times people actually meet in real life, and yes have torrid affairs and even get married. I just could not fathom falling in love with someone from chat and have an online affair without having even met in person, but it happens.

One night while I was there in the chat room, I got a whisper from "Bear". A very likable gentleman that yes, was always a gentleman to me and others in the room. He whispered to me and wanted to know how I had been? I told him I was fine and we continued to ask questions about one another. He wanted to know where I was located and living, if I was indeed married, what type of things I liked to do and so on. He seemed to like the fact that I was divorced and told me that he was too. We also found out that we were both the same age, and after a while called one another by our real names in whisper.

I looked forward to seeing "Rich" at night in the chat room. Before long I was craving to hear his real voice over the phone. I did not want to seem forward, but something told me that this man had an incredibly sexy voice. He had always told me that he liked the way I related to others and thought that I was kind and considerate towards them. I had always thought the same of him.

Rich and I decided to download ICQ, an instant messenger program that allows you to chat on a small screen without being in a chat room. This program also allows you to see and know if the other is online if you desire for them to see you. 

Rich and I got into a routine of having our morning coffee together while chatting on ICQ. We did that for a while until one morning he asked me if he could call me. I was ecstatic and of course said "yes!" I typed in my number and within a few minutes the phone rang. My heart started to pound and I was almost over the edge with excitement. What is it with this man that fascinates me so?

I picked up the phone and softly said "hello?". The man on the other end said to me, "is this 'Barbara'?" I answered, "is this the 'Rich'?" Well it was indeed the "Bear" and I was 100% correct. This man had the sexiest voice I had ever heard on a man. We both chuckled a bit and began to tell one another about ourselves. I asked him questions and he asked me questions. For the most part it was like becoming re acquainted with a long lost friend. We both felt so comfortable with each other. The time flew by as we talked about anything and almost everything for over an hour.

It became a routine of ours to meet on icq, have a cup of coffee then talk on the phone for an hour or so. We started to talk about our love lives which for both of us was nil at that time. We found that we had much in common and felt the same about many things in life. After many weeks we began to talk romantically. He asked me if I had ever had "phone sex?" I told him "no I had not" and that "I did not even know how it was done." I asked him if he had ever done that and he told me that yes he did a while back with "a woman he met online." My heart sank. I was beginning to have strong feelings for him and did not want to think that "phone sex" was the only reason why he wanted to call me. He explained that yes though he did do that, he was not in the habit of doing that with women he met on line. I felt a bit better because I just wanted this to be "real" for us and perhaps mature into something special. After all he could have lied to me and did not.

The more we talked the stronger the feelings became between us. He sent me a picture of himself and I sent him one of me. He told me I was beautiful and I thought he was quite handsome. 

Before hanging up one day, he asked me if "I would consider having phone sex with him?" I told him that I would have to think about it. He told me that "my voice got him very aroused" and that he would like to do that with me. He also told me that even if I agreed to it, that "if for any reason I was uncomfortable, then he would stop if I asked him."

For a very long time my trust in men was non existent. I have had relationships that just did not work out for one reason or another but for the most part I never felt a true comfort with any man until Rich entered my life. But then again, how crazy is this? I met this wonderful man on line, have spoken to him now for 2 months over the phone, I feel as if I have known him my entire life but have not ever met him in person. Can I do this with him and not feel dirty about it? I asked myself this too, will I be a notch in this man's belt? The answer was "no". Simply put, I trusted him and I was falling in love with him. 

The next day when we spoke on the phone I told him I had thought about what he asked me. I had decided to try this crazy thing called "phone sex" and told him that "because I trusted him and was beginning to have strong feelings for him that I wanted to do this with him and that he made me feel sexy." It was almost as if I heard a smile come through the phone line. He told me that he too "had been developing strong feelings for me." He told me that he dreamt about us in certain sexual situations and called them "scenarios".

He told me how he wanted to "taste my lips in a long passionate kiss and hold me closely to him." He began to tell me about how he would like to ride on his Harley and stop on a dirt road after seeing me stranded with my car broken down. The scenario went something like this over the phone:

Rich....."I was riding at dusk on my bike and decided to take a road that was not well traveled. Up ahead I saw you standing by your car flagging me down for help. You were on your way to a house party and was dressed in a short black skirt, high heels and white blouse unbuttoned enough to see a deep cleavage. I had to stop. I got off my bike and asked if you needed help. You told me that your 'car had just stopped and there was no one around to help. It's getting dark and I am a bit afraid.' I told you I would take a look for you and not to worry. I got off my bike and looked under the hood but at first I could see nothing that looked out of place. We looked at one another and felt a chemistry that could not be explained. You approached me and smiled. You asked me not to 'leave you alone' out there and I told you I would not. I told you how pretty you looked and you smiled again. I took a step forward and you backed up against the car. I took another step forward, leaned over and kissed you." 

(I could picture Rich wearing faded jeans, boots and a leather jacket and that turned me on.)

"You were a bit surprised but seemed to like it so I kissed you again. I pulled you closer to me and you returned the gesture by putting your arms around my neck. Your body language told me that you were enjoying this type of attention. Soon I could feel your breasts pressed against my chest and I needed to touch them. As we kissed my right hand went to your left breast. As I massaged, I could feel your nipple through your blouse that lightly draped over it. I began to unbutton and noticed a demi cup bra that exposed both your nipples, but covering only part of both breasts. I heard you moan in satisfaction as I put my lips to them. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back as I sucked."

(I could feel myself becoming aroused as Rich continued.)

"My hand then went to your thighs as I slowly raised your skirt exposing your nylons and garter belt. I lifted your right leg to my hip and allowed my hand to slowly move from your calf to the tops of your nylons, and over the garter to your bare skin. I love that feeling. My hand moved ever closer to "her" and to the outside of your panties. I could feel your sexuality by the moisture outside of "her". You wanted me as I wanted you." 

(He was getting me so aroused I had to remove my panties, and yes I was wet. I then reached for my vibrator.)

"I took you to the hood of your car and lifted you onto it. There was a slight slit in your skirt and as my hand touched your leg again, you told me to 'rip it off' you. It was as if I was almost out of control with desire for you. I ripped the skirt off you, then the panties. You put your legs onto my shoulders and I went down on you like an animal in heat eating and sucking. You laid back onto the hood of the car as I ate you. You opened the front clasp of your bra and as I watched, you began to massage your breasts and I continued to eat you. I had to have you. My cock was hard and throbbing. I stood up to unbutton my jeans as you spread your legs. I slid you closer to the edge of the car and began to tease "her" with my cock by massaging 'her'." 

(I listened to him intently as my body seemed to respond sexually to what he was saying to me. He was breathing heavily and so was I. I turned my vibrator up to a higher level)

"You moaned in satisfaction. I wanted to drip pre cum onto "her" to let "her" feel the warmth that was about to enter into you. I leaned over you as you lay on the hood of the car. I kissed you again and as both hands explored your breasts,I began to grind you with my cock. You told me you 'wanted me badly'. I began to enter you, slowly. I felt tightness and warmth surround "him", a feeling that I do not remember ever experiencing. I had to take you and take you hard. Each thrust into you made you want it more. You wanted it harder and faster. I pumped into you like I never did before with any other woman, and felt I never even wanted a woman more than I wanted you. You began to moan louder and louder and I could feel your vaginal walls squeezing my cock." 

(I felt an unbelievable orgasm ready to erupt within me and every muscle inside of "her" responded as I reached this incredible height of sexuality. And as I did, I heard Rich reach his own climax as he moaned in satisfaction.) 

"You screamed in satisfaction as I exploded into you. I leaned over you and kissed you once again. The sight of you aroused me still, and I had to have you one more time. I took you off the hood of the car and turned you around. My hands played with your breasts as you leaned into my chest. I bent you over the car and entered you and pumped you deeply. You yelled to me that yes you were 'going to cum again!!!' You screamed as you came and that made me cum in you even harder than the first time."

(And he did. And so did I a second time.)

Rich told me he wished that he could be lying next to me at this moment to "hold me and kiss me gently." After months of talking on the phone and getting to know one another, he told me that he "loved me". My eyes welled in tears as I responded by saying, "I love you too". 

We made plans to meet one another in person. We did meet. He came to my home town and we met for our first date in a restaurant. I walked across the room to him, and he handed me a yellow rose and then kissed me. The feeling was electric. 

We made passionate love that night in his hotel room and we were able to spend 4 days together. Every day and night with him made me feel as if I was in heaven.

We have made plans to be together for the rest of our lives and under one roof, and I guess you might say we owe it all to a "newbie chat room" for bringing us together.



A Chat With A Loving Wife



This is written for someone who was special to me.

Thank you Jason I love those photos of your cute little dickie. Now think about this. It's me and I'm sitting back against my bed completely nude and about to use one of my best toys to make me cum for you today. Do you like that idea? You know, the idea of me cumming as I look at your little dickie all hard and throbbing to cum? 

Can you visualize that? The image of my nude body right there in front of you, my thighs wide open my knees bent and spread and my 10 inch thick dildo now moving up and down the wet slit between my legs. Muumuu it feels so good Jason. I bet you would love to see that and watch me fuck myself wouldn't you? Would you like to see that sweetie? 

Don't you want to bend down and kiss my tight little wet pussy for me now before I start fucking it? Up and down my slit I'm moving the dildo now Jason teasing you. God I would love for you to watch me. 

Soon my toy will be moving in and out of my cunt filling my hole slowly at first and filling so much deeper than you could ever imagine doing with that little cockette. And it will be fucking me and making me feel so good baby. 

Oh Jason! Is your cockette hard baby? I can almost see your little dickie growing so hard! Good! Doesn't it feel good to hold your cock and think about my cunt? You can do that Jason. Hold your little hard-on dickie for me baby but no cumming! That's not allowed.

Oh Jason I'm fully nude my nipples are so hard and sensitive and I know you want to see me. In time baby! Oh Jason my pussy is already wet and wanting to be fucked by a big dick. Can you imagine how it would be to see for real rather than in your sex crazy brain baby? Can you imagine how good it looks waiting to be fucked by such a big toy?

If you were here I'd have you strip completely for me and then pull on your little cock. I would make you sit right here in front of me between my spread thighs. I'd have you watch me fuck my little wet pussy on this big dildo.

Would you lick it for me sweetie and get it wet and juicy for me sweetie? Oh yea that's stroke your little cockette and I'll spread my pussy lips so you can see the pink insides. How I wish you were here so you could suck on that fake cock for me and get it super wet. 

You could suck it after I insert in my pussy and then pull it out and you could taste me on it baby! You love to taste my cum don't you baby, and my lover's cum too. You didn't know that, but when you licked me when I got home the last time you were drinking my big cock lover's cum along with my own. Did you enjoy that baby?

And if you were here you could watch me and I would have you pump your little dickie for me. I would love to see how small you are when you're soft but also when you are as hard as you can get, what is that Jason 5 inches maybe? Oh 5 1/2 inches that's right I remember now. Well your little cockette is not very memorable is it baby? Not like my 10 inch lover.

If you were here I could see it now with the cock head hardly sticking out from your hand around it. Poor thing it's almost completely hidden by your one hand. I mean with my lover's cock Jason you could put both your hands on top of each other and have enough to suck really god. Oh yes that right you know, you did that for him the last time he was here to fuck me didn't you? 

Oh Jason your little cockette looks so damn hard and all red and throbbing in your hand. It's mad isn't it Jason because it so wants to fuck me. But it's so small I most likely wouldn't even feel if after a weekend with my lover, I mean he's so much thicker than you are Jason. I'm sorry baby I know your cockette so wants me to take the dildo out and let you fuck me anyway. Tell you what. You can use my dildo to fuck me while your other hand jerks off your tiny little but very cute dickie. 

But no baby you can't put your little dickie inside my woman cunt, it's just not big enough! You realize that don't you sweetie so you'll have to jerk it off while I fuck myself with this toy!

But if you were really here you could see my red/pink nipples growing hard and thick and my breasts rising and falling with each breath I take. Would you like to take them both in your hands and feel their fullness? Well Jason they do need sucking so badly right now. I might let you do it for me while I fuck myself. 

Oh and you could see my pussy stretching as I insert this fake cock head on the dildo into my pussy. Oh Jason you could see it spreading my pussy lips wider and wider and then ...... God yes Jason! It would go into my hole. The lips of my cunt squeezed tightly around the shaft! Oh baby it feel so good. I wish you were here to see it. Are your masturbating right now for me? That's OK. But remember no cumming yet.

I need to push it in even deeper. Don't you want to see me push more of it into my body? Is your dickie throbbing yet? I bet it is. No cumming now it's only Monday and you're not allowed to cum again until Saturday! You promised me. And if you do I'll let you clean my dildo and my pussy clean with your mouth and tongue like I promised.

Don't you wish the toy was your cock going into my hole? Think of it Jason, can you almost see it. Here I'll turn on my PC camera now so you can watch me cum. Can you see me being fucked now but the dildo? Oh Jason it feels so good. 

Oh Jason I bet you hunger is so bad right now, hungry to fuck me. But you have to sit there at home and watch as the toy starts sinking deeper and deeper into my pussy hole. Watch it Jason. See how deep it goes into my hole? 

Oh Jason I'm so hot I need to cum so badly. If you were here you could lick me pussy as I fuck myself. Would you like that? I would love that! 

Watch it go in baby! Watch as I take all of you I mean it! Would you like to pull out that dildo and put your dickie into my open hole? I bet you would. Are you hard baby? Are you ready to cum? No not yet baby! 

See my pussy hole Jason stay open as I pull out the thick dildo. See my pussy hold baby, look at it Jason. Don't you want to bend down and kiss it a few times for me? Oh yes your mouth would feel so sweet baby!

Now if you were here you could put your little thin cock head at the opening! And ..... no Jason I'm sorry but you're just not big enough sweetie to put it inside me. I'm sorry you would just frustrate me. I need this big fake toy. 

Tell you what, if you were here you could put it back in my tunnel and fuck me with it. Oh that feels so good baby! Deeper!! You have to learn that women love it when you push it a little deeper. 

Jason is your cock is leaking pre cum all over your thighs! It's OK I know you are so horny. OK if you were here you could just let it rest on my thigh as you watch closer as I fuck myself.

You could be so close that maybe just maybe you could smell my musk now baby? Take my used panties I gave you the other day and put them to your face. Smell my cum on them? Muuuu I bet you want to eat my pussy so badly don't you? But no not now I want you to sit back now and just watch me fuck my hole until I climax.

And when you do you'll see both my ass and pussy holes. As I begin to slump down in my bed fucking my pussy like crazy with my toy I push more of the dildo into my hole and begin to fuck myself. Watch because I now have over 7 inches of the toy inside me. Bigger than your cock could go inside me Jason my toy is bigger than your little cockette.

Are you watching sweetie? I still have a few more inches to go. See I need more than you have baby! I'm sorry. Watch it now as I take more and more. Muuuu! God Jason that feels remarkable, so good!

Now you can see the long thick dildo becoming wet and shinning with my juices when I pull it out I wish you were here so you could lick it for me. Yes that's right baby you would be able to lick my juices off the dildo and then my cunt. 

Oh Jason I bet your dickie looks so hard! If you were here would you let me touch it! No I better not you would shoot all over my hand.

But I could see it jumping with your excitement. Would you like to bring it up to my lips and have me suck your little dickie? I bet you would love to feel the head of your dickie being sucked as hard as I can suck! I bet you would love to cum in my mouth and see me drink your cum? 

Well NO! No I can't do that especially right now baby. I am too involved with fucking my pussy right now Jason to suck your little dickie. I mean I have 8 inches inside me now. 

But I want you to do something now. Let go of you hard on. Let it go, do it Jason, don't touch it again. Just watch me fuck this dildo. See my hips rise up to take it as I push it in deeper and faster now. Oh God Jason! I'm holding it with two hands and driving it into me. How I wish your cock was 10 inches long! I want to fuck a real cock so badly rather than this fake one.

Oh Jason if you were here you could see my pelvis beginning to pump as my orgasm starts to approach? You could watch Jason; watch my body react to being fucked by a big cock! Watch baby! NO! No you couldn't touch your dickie just watch my entire body become an orgasm! One big orgasm as I come closer to achieving a climax. 

If you were here you could watch me but you wouldn't be allowed to touch your little cock! Don't you dare touch it Jason, I mean it don't you touch your cockette or I'll turn off the camera. 

Just let your excitement make your small dickie jump with your need and excitement. Yes baby, yes that's it!! See it jumping all over the place. Don't touch it just watch me and leave your dickie alone! That's it watch and see the pleasure on my face, in my eyes, my mouth open and my body thrusting up now to meet the push into my hole. 

Oh Jason you can't imagine how good this feels baby! Watch me! Watch it fill me and fuck me. Oh it feels so good to be filled! So good! I bet your cock looks so hard and in such need to cum. I bet if I touched it you would explode. So no touching! 

Oh Jason stop crying I know it's hard not to jerk off but you can't. Just watch my pussy baby. See my cum all over that dildo. Such pleasure I'm receiving from that big tool. Size does matter Jason! But you know that! That's why you can't fuck me any more. Only my lover's big cock can do for me what I need baby! I'm sorry but the truth is the truth. 

Oh Jason if you were here I could see your pre cum forming at the tip of your cock. It's almost dripping out on my leg again. Do you want to cum on my leg baby? Do you need to cum baby? Yes you need to cum so badly don't you sweetie! I'm sure you do. Should I let you cum? Well.....well no! No baby! Sorry, No! Not today! Just watch and see me being fucked faster and harder. I'm so close to cumming again now. 

Would you like to help me sweetie. Would you like to see me do that while you sit and watch me baby? Would you like to see me do all this right in front of you! Your cock is screaming to cum but you can't touch it. You're not allowed right now to cum baby. I know it's so hard and it hurts but you haven't earned the right to cum yet sweetie. 

Jason do you think I could make your cock cum now without you touching it any more? I mean if I pushed up close to the camera, my pussy could be so close to your face. See it baby see my open hole and my throbbing clit and the dildo right in front of you? Now would you cum w/o touching your cock for me as you watch my pussy squeeze the dildo and cum?

Just seeing me fuck my pussy and reading these words Jason could that make your cockette cum w/o you touching it again? If you do it that way it would be OK to cum. If you can cum w/o touching your cockette now it's OK to get relief that way.

You can cum this way tonight or any day before Saturday if you can do it without touching your dickie. Make your cock cum w/o touching it for me Jason. Do it for me! You can cum today this way if you can do it. 

Have you cum w/o touching your cock baby? Tell me are you that hard that much in need? Want to fuck me so badly that your cock will shoot your small pool of cum even if you don't touch it? 

I know you want to cum in me baby but that won't happen today? So try and cum w/o touching your cock. Look at my photos like I do with yours and make your dickie cum w/o touching it. You're doing it!!! Oh Shit Jason that's so fucking sexy! That is so hot. You are so hard and in such need that you shot off w/o touching your cock! And you took photos for me, great that I want to see. Are you still hard baby? Do I stimulate you that much? 

I'm so wet now and I have cum twice from looking at your deflated dickie in the palm of your hand with your used cum dripping off of it! You love to see me on camera don't you? Even if you can't be here you can help me cum baby and I thank you for that! More later sweetie. No jerk off now remember sweetie, not until Saturday! But if you cum w/o touching your dickie it will be OK with me.