4 comments/ 10780 views/ 0 favorites Online News By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER "Vito, did you see my newspaper?" "Newspaper? Yeah, I used it for the cat box." "Cat box? That was today's newspaper. I didn't read it, yet." "You don't need no stinkin' newspaper, Joey. Listen, c'mon look over my shoulder at my computer screen." "Don't need no newspaper? How am I supposed to enlighten myself and keep up with current events as they become current?" "The computer, look at the computer." "The computer?" Joey looked at the monitor over Vito's shoulder. "What are you doing looking at dirty pictures?" "No, there's a new online web site that gives you the news and which has everything you need to know and even things, links, which you cannot get with a newspaper. See, look, you click on it with your mouse." "Mouse? We have a mouse? I thought we weren't supposed to have a mouse with a cat. See, I knew we should have gotten a dog, a Rat Terrier, instead of a cat. They had one at the pet store and I already had already picked out a good name for him, Polo." "No, not that kind of mouse, you click on the link with the computer mouse." "Geez, when you say links, I think of the sausage links that mama used to make. Remember? "Yeah, yeah." Vito returned his attention to what he was doing. "Pollo? You were going to name a dog, Pollo? That means chicken in Italian. What the Hell kind of sissy name is that for a dog? Why would you name your dog chicken?" "No, Polo with one letter l in the name and not Pollo with two l's in the name. You know, I was naming the dog after that fashion guy, Ralphie Lauren, Polo with the horsie log." "Fashion guy? What you turning gay on me, now? You wanna name your dog after a gay chicken." "Hey, don't talk about my dog like that." "What dog? You don't even have a dog." "Yeah, but supposin' I was to get that dog, already, he be riddled with insults." Joey watched Vito reading the news. "So, what are you doing, now? Reading those sexy stories on Literotica, again? That Bostonfictionwriter is my favorite writer. He's from the old neighborhood. He writes good." "Nah, you know the boss don't want us surfing the web for porn. I'm reading the news online like you read a newspaper, like I've been trying to tell ya." "Oh, yeah? Lemme see." "I knew you would like this." "Hey, this is nice. They have different sections, Community, Government and Political, Schools, Sports, Art, History, and Culture. That's me. I'm very cultured. Wait, go to sports. I want to check the scores. I bet on the Sox game, yesterday. Ah, they lost; the bums." "It's a new age, Joey, the computer age. Nobody reads the newspaper no more. People don't even watch the evening news. They read it on their computer." "Yeah, but, Vito, I didn't do so good in school. I don't read that good." "Joey, even you will like this. See? They have pictures." "Yeah, color pictures, too. Newspapers don't have that. And the big print is big and easier to read. I don't need my reading glasses no more. Already, I am feeling more cultured." "I knew you would like it." "So, who runs this thing? Maybe, we can muscle our way in and, you know, make him an offer he can't refuse." "This thing? The web site is owned and produced by Betty Jones." "Jones? She doesn't sound Italian." "She is. Jones is her married name. She's one of us. Her grandfather's name on her mother's side was Angelo and her grandmother on her father's side was Francesca." "Hey, what's this? You can make a comment?" "Yeah, but first you have to log in." "How do I log in?" "You register first." "Okay, so register me so that I can make my comment." "Well, first you need a user name. Do you want to stay consistent and use your nickname?" "Consistent? What you go to college all of a sudden? Yeah, use my nickname." "Joey the banger." "Now, you need to enter your e-mail address, Joeythebanger.com." "Okay, now what?" "Well, the computer will automatically send you a password and then you can change it to any password you want." "963bdf, that's my password? I should play that number tonight." "Yeah, only temporarily, then once you log in, you can change it to Joey or whatever you want, you know." "Okay, can I make my comment, now?" "Yeah." "This here web site is nice. Do I sign my name?" "If you want?" "Joey." "Let me make a comment, too." "Good job on the web site. The boys love it. And any time you need anything, you let us know." "Vito, tell her we'll break legs for her if anyone gives her a hard time." "You can't write that on a web site, Joey. That will incriminate you in a court of law. Don't you know anything?" "I don't have to know anything anymore. I have this smart web site news web site that will teach me everything that I need to know." Online Next Door I have been talking to this woman - gurlnextdoor in the chatroom for two nights now. we met in one of those naughty chatrooms. Things started out normal, just hi-hello and talking about the weather. We started talking about what brought us to the naughty room and things started to get hot and heavy. A few suggestive remarks and we started exchanging ideas about what we like and don't like sexually. She told me she is very shy but reads a lot of erotic stories of girlfriends cheating, sex in the office, seducing a stranger and horny wives. She also told me that she rents adult movies and watches them at home when she is home alone. she told me that she makes it a night's event when she takes a warm bath, brings out her toys and watches a hot steamy sexy movie with subject matters anywhere from lesbians to threesomes to sex with strangers. The conversation was getting hot at this point. She also told me that she enjoys online conversations. She would meet a guy online and if things click and if they get steamy she would enjoy a really hot wet sweet and hard conversation. If she feels comfortable with the guy two or three days later they would talk on the phone. I was getting turned on at this point needless to say. My boxers were small for me all of a sudden. I didn't have anything else on but a tee shirt which came off when the room got really hot. She told me she was wearing her white tee-shirt and pink silk panties. She said that her panties are soaking wet and are now sticking to her skin. It feels very good she said cause you are reminding me of some interesting nights I have had. I told her that I have never watched an adult movie with a girl and that the idea is rather exciting to me. she jokingly promised to help me make my dream come true. We talked about having sex with strangers and people you know very little about. I asked her where she lived. Her response was California. I told her that I was in Cali as well. She asked me what part of California. It turns out we both were from Northern California. I started to get ideas in my head that perhaps she is somebody I can hookup with and go out. I then asked her what town she was in and that I was in Woodside. She paused for a few seconds - almost a minute. She said - are you serious and I said yes. I live in the foothills of Woodside. There was a long silence. I figured the network was getting congested so I waited. I asked "so where in Northern Cali are you from" and she responded "close by" my heart started beating fast and when she said "I am probably not too far from you" there was a certain fast beating in my boxers - I told her that I am getting naughty ideas in my mind and she responded by saying "I may have to change my panties before I go to bed tonight" I told her what town she lives in and she finally said "if you can believe it - I am in wood side as well" We went on talking about what we would do if we ran into each other or better yet met in person. she said that perhaps we should meet in a park at night with blankets so we can fulfill our first fantasy of having sex at night in the open and with a stranger. She also said that she has her toy close by which made me go wild wondering how close her toy is to her. I told her that the conditions in my boxers are very tent-like and that I was afraid there will be a hole in them soon. she talked me into opening the front button of my boxers and freeing myself of the confinement. I finally got bold and told her "its 400 lakeside dr.". All I got from her was "umm" There was quiet for about a minute. I was throbbing in anticipation. her response "+2" I sat there looking at the screen. what does +2 mean. does it mean I will be back in two minutes. the next thing on the screen was a smiley face. My face lit up. homes on lakeside were even on one side and odd on the other. +2 means - holly shit - she lives next door to me. my response to her was "holly shit - are you serious" and she said yes. Jennifer is 24 year old recent college graduate, dot.com marketing babe who is engaged. She moved into the neighborhood 6 months ago. I asked her about her man and she said - "its now, we are online, its fantasy, its vampire time, and its only me and you - there is no room for a third person" This put an interesting smile on my face and a bit of nervousness. She asked me to go in my backyard and walk between the houses and meet her in her backyard. She said there is no need to alter my attire. I had to put on my tee-shirt cause it is usually chilly outside. I walked out, its 2 am pitch dark, nice cool breeze. I walk into her yard and I see a shadow - the shadow belongs to a light brown straight haired woman who is 5.7 roughly 125 lbs, gorgeous legs and tennis player thighs, 36D that stand proudly out of her usually corporate dresses. During the weekends the site is short shorts or sweat pants with white tee-shirts. Her bra when visible can hardly hide the erect nipples. Sometimes there is no bra to be found under the plain white tee-shirts. Her shorts are usually short, tight and short. They were made for her specially. I move towards the shadow - slowly - hearing my heart beat. My boxers giving away the state of my feelings towards this person and this situation. "hey neighbor" is what I heard from her - "hey Jennifer - fancy meeting you here" we both whispered a short laugh as I now stand in front of her. I can feel and hear her breath heavy. "what the hell we're doing here Jennifer" and she giggled "I dunno you tell me naughty boy - trying to seduce somebody else's girlfriend" we both laugh again. she moves closer. "it seems like this somebody else's girlfriend has been feeling a bit damn and hot and can't keep herself from seducing young men next door" this was the last thing that was said for a long time. we move closer - the front of our bodies touch, I felt her hard erect nipples and her full soft breasts mashed against my chest, her hand moves behind me towards my lower back as she pulls me tight closer to her crotch - all she got was my hard erect blood engorged penis pressed against her soaking wet panties. she opens her legs and lets it slide between her legs before she closes her legs shut. I am now locked in between two boiling hot sexy smooth sweet thighs. My hands move towards the back of her and I press her into me wanting to feel her breasts more and tightly. her both hands are not on my ass and she is pressing me into her every two seconds creating a rhythm. encouraged by her move, I move both my hands onto her sweet tight sex wiggling little ass - I lift up her white tee-shirt over her waist as I grab her ass cheeks and start to massage them and knead them. her lips locked onto mine and our tongues play a little dance. we alternate between playing with each others tongue in my mouth and then in her mouth. I remove my mouth from hers and pay a little attention to her neck and her earlobe. a soft moan skips her mouth as she moves her thighs open and shut to increase the pleasure she is giving me. I had to feel that molten womanhood that is so wet and throbbing. We stood there for half an hour with my hands gently slid into her soaked panties. she responded by having her hand in my boxers. My other hand was massaging her butt while her hand was in the back of my neck as we locked ourselves in a long kiss. After two hours of moaning and panting laying down in the soft cool night grass of her back lawn - we finally kissed each other goodnight - "see you online lover" as I responded - "goodnight neighbor" I laid in bed wide awake all night. The next morning - I caught a glimpse of her as we were leaving for work. "hey neighbor" was what she said - and "hey Jennifer - good morning" was what I said as Mrs. Smith across the street watched us with a newspaper in her hand rocking in her old rocking chair. Only if she knew what we really meant when we greeted each other good morning.