The Healer and the Scout - Part 2

 

Your mind is full of images. Some are yours and some are the scout’s. The most painful and clear is that of Tomas, your first lover. A scout, brought home with arrows sticking out of him. He was too close to death to be saved. Sorrow and pain weigh on you. “If I can save them I will. No matter the cost.” An unfamiliar face of a girl crying and saying “Kerry, you don’t need to enlist. Let’s get married. Others can fight.” The images shift to the Collegium, and a healer teaching you “Orgasms while using pleasure spells to block pain are common.” Your classmates giggle like children. “This is serious and not an excuse to use pain to bring forth an orgasm.” There is another shift, and a man who you feel is ‘Father’, gives you a disappointed look. “Son, we are merchants. Marry Gabriel and work the store. Let others serve.” Next image is of your mentor telling you “Use an emotional stimulation charm if you can. The Merge spell should only be used in extreme cases. The bond lasts well beyond its use.” You yell at your mentor in pain and frustration “If I could have Merged, I would have saved him.” Her disapproving scowl is the last image as you wake. “He was too far gone. You can’t heal them all.” You hear as her voice trails off.

There is a warm pot of herbal tea and a cup on the stand next to your cot. You pour a cup and sip it. Diana, A junior healer comes in. “You’re awake, Mistress. I was going to replace the pot if you were still asleep.” You move to sit up. Your muscles feel stiff from lack of use. “How long was I out?”

She slowly shakes her head, “Almost two full days. You pushed yourself harder than you allow us.”

You lean back against the canvas wall of your tent. “It was a mistake, Diana. I used the Merge spell.”

She nods and hands you a small unwrapped piece of travel bread. “Here, eat this.” As you take a bite, she continues. “We all saw.” She unwraps some more and places it on the stand. “Mistress, during the worst of the fighting, you wouldn’t let any of us use it.”

You swallow and then take a sip of tea. The warm herb infused water feels good going down your throat. “I shouldn’t have used it either.” You softly admit. You rub your chest and feel where the arrows hit the scout. There are no scars on your skin, but your muscles feel like they tore and then stitched together. “If I let any of you do it, most of you wouldn’t have survived a month.” You finish the piece of travel bread and wash it down.

“Mistress, why did you do it then? Wouldn’t a pleasure charm have worked?” She asks genuinely curious.

You lean forward to sit up straight, and your muscles scream. You bite your lower lip in pain. Diane pours another cup of tea for you. “Here drink this.”

You nod, resting your elbows on your knees. You take another deep drink. You call on magic to remove the echoes of the scouts wounds, but you are still too weak to direct it. You place the empty cup on the stand. “This, Diana is why we can only use it as last resort. It drains you and riddles your body with echo pains from your patient.” She gives you another piece of travel bread. “Please eat Mistress. Food gives strength. I’ll have the herbalists make another pot of health tea.”

She grabs the small teapot. You place a hand on hers. “You’re right a pleasure charm would have worked. I should have done that, but I just reacted. The opposite of what I tell all of you to do.”

She gives you a weak smile. “I understand, Mistress.” She stops, “Mistress Helane has been making your rounds. I’ll have her brief you when her shift ends. I’ll be back with more tea and some pemmican to go with the travel bread.”

You stand up, move to your meditation cushion, and sit. Closing your eyes you focus on your breathing and circulation. You feel a strange echo of mismatched pulses. “Mine…My pulse…. Not his…..” you think. You lick your lips as you feel your heartbeat. You concentrate on it. The echo seems very close and hard to block.

The smell of freshly roasted game pulls you out of your meditation. The flap of your tent opens and the Scout comes in carrying a large plate and a tea pot.

“You’re awake.” He says as he sits down on the floor of the tent. You notice that he winces a bit as he extends the plate to you.

“Are you in pain?” you ask.

“I’m alive. All because of you.” He pours some tea into a little metal cup and then fills yours.

You take it and say “I accept what you offer in the spirit in which it was given.” Using the scouts’ standard diplomatic phrase.

He nods and takes a sip. “Marg…I mean Mistress Healer, is that a leftover from the spell?”

You shake your head, “My lover was a scout.” You want to tell him about Tomas, but a lump rises in your throat as you think about him.

The scout sits in front of you, placing a reassuring hand on yours. “But that’s from the spell.” You nod, feeling his comforting emotions too.

“I’m Kerry” he says as he points to the plate of food. “I felt that you were hungry.”

You look at the roasted game and cooked root vegetables. “These are from the cook?”

“No, they are still serving travel rations.” He says as he uses his knife to spear a chunk of potato. “I woke up, surprised that I didn’t have stitches and bandages. So I hunted up something fresh.” He slowly bites into it. “I have memories of seeing through your eyes.” He then shifts a little uncomfortably, “And how do you thank you for one of the strangest sexual experiences of my life?”

You take a knife and fork, then slice into the meat. “This is more than enough.” You say as you bite into it. “But why rabbit? A plate of pemmican would be good enough.”

He smiles broadly. “Because of you, I can still shoot a bow.” He flexes his arms, expanding his chest.

You wash down the bite with some healing tea. “A game bow isn’t a war bow.”

He rotates his left shoulder. “I know. One of the healers mentioned something about special exercises to help return me to full ability.”

You smile as you feel the desire to rotate your shoulder too but fight against it. “If the surgeon had stitched you, then you wouldn’t be able to fire a bow for a couple of weeks until everything was healed. Then you’d have to do exercises to recover your strength and flexibility. By using magic, I sped up the healing but you’ll still need to do the exercises.”

He takes another bite of food and leans in closer. “Why did you use magic to heal me? Is because of…” he pauses and thinks for a moment, then says “Tomas? I think that’s the name that keeps echoing in my head.”

Just hearing his name said aloud causes another lump in your throat. Kerry reaches to comfort you. “I don’t want to cause you sadness or pain, but I don’t understand it. We saw so many soldiers and scouts brought off the battlefield. Many of them are still recovering. But you healed me with magic because of someone named Tomas?”

Tears well up in your eyes. You want to run away. You want to tell him to leave. You want the pain to end. Kerry’s hand softly holds yours. “I’m causing this, I should leave. Thank you for saving me.” He starts to stand up. You keep hold of his hand.

“No. Sit. We’ve been in each other’s minds and bodies.” You wipe your eyes. “I haven’t talked about him to anyone.” You shake your head. “I haven’t really dealt with it myself. Stay. Eat and drink with me. Let’s learn about each other like we should have.”

He sits and continues to eat while listening to you tell about, your scout; your love; Tomas. How you and he were stationed together on a border outpost. Both of you new to your positions. You worked at the Healing House under your mentor. Tomas was just a member of the scout platoon, protecting the border. It was during a time of peace. Times when you both learned to enjoy quiet of the sunrise and the calm of the sunset. He taught you how to read the weather, standard code phrases and greetings, then some self-defense. You taught him how to feel the magical energy around him. He didn’t have the gift to use it, but he could recognize when it’s there which was helpful with magical traps and items. You also taught him basic healing techniques that didn’t require magic. Beginner herbalism and basic life saving skill that are taught to all who work in the Healing House.

As you tell Kerry all of this, you see that he’s clearly seeing this in his mind. The images that you shared during the Merge spell. He doesn’t interrupt but smiles, knowingly.

“Then there was that day.” You start to say.

He places his fingers to your lips. “Margaret. I see that day clearly. Don’t say it. I see the arrows in his chest. I feel your panic and frustration as he dies before you. I, too, feel that empty pain.”

You exhale, center yourself, and then smile. “So it’s ‘Margaret’ now, not ‘Mistress Healer’?” you say with a wink then take his hand. “Of course, Kerry, I’m Margaret to you.” You kiss the back of his hand as your fingers interlace his. “You saw me and Tomas, just like I saw you and Gabriel.” You pause and look deeply into his eyes. “Tell me about her.”

He talks about how they were to be married. He was going to work in his father’s store and she was the daughter of a traveling merchant. But when bandit attacks were on the rise, he felt it was his responsibility to enlist and fight back. He was good with a bow, a good rider, and knew how to negotiate. All skills needed by scout units. Without him saying it, you see the disappointment of his father when he leaves to enlist. The tears of Gabriel along with the angry words of her father.

You hug Kerry. “I’m sorry that I forced you to share those memories.”

His arms hold you too. “You did what you thought was best. Now I know why.”

You want to kiss him, but stop. “This closeness isn’t real. The magic made it.” You release him and sigh. “You should go. We both need to rest more. I need to meditate.”

He kisses you. His lips feel good on yours. “As you wish, Margaret.” He says as he stands, taking the empty plate and teapot. He stops at the door flap. “Who will help me with those special exercises?”

You smile, and slowly shake your head. “Come back tomorrow morning. I’ll help you.” You close your eyes and prepare to meditate. “See you then, Kerry.” You hear the flap rustle as it closes. You softly breathe as you try to clear your thoughts. You softly say to yourself. “Yes, I will see you then.”

The Healer and the Scout - Part 1

That smell of canvas. It fills your nose. Luckily it’s mostly that and the smell of distilled spirits used to clean the wounded that fills the air of the Healing Tent. You’ve lost track of how many weeks you and the others have been here. Originally the Queen’s dispatch said that you would have a ‘building to cleanse and heal those damaged by the fighting’. But what Her Majesty didn’t know is the military officers and sorcerers took every sound structure in the area and turned into an operational outpost or barracks.

When you pleaded your case, both the army and the mages, stood together saying that they needed sturdy and secure places for conducting and planning the war. It wasn’t their fault that the hobgoblin army and their shaman destroyed everything larger than a farm house.

You’ve operated in field conditions before, and the sorcerers provided you their best and largest tents. Larger than yours alone, so there is plenty of room for the wounded to recover. You walk between the cots filled with recovering people. Many of the younger medics are maintaining those that they can. You stop and talk to one that you don’t know well, “Are there any problems? Is there any sign of infection?”

She looks up at you as she removes an herb-infused bandage and replaces it with a plain, clean one. “No, Mistress Healer. If I find anything beyond my herbalist skills, I’ll request help from you or one of the other healers.”

“Very good.” You say and move to the next one. That’s why you didn’t know her, she’s one of the herbalists. They, along with the surgeons, can treat and cure most of those who are sick or wounded, allowing the healers to save their magic for when it is truly needed.

When you first arrived, the worst of the fighting was still going on, so you set up a schedule of work and rest for the healers. A healer drained of their magic is of limited use, so rest, to replenish magic is as important as eating.

The herbalists and surgeons set up their own schedules, but it was your job to coordinate all of them. Their skills and knowledge is different than yours and many times, needed more.

Those first weeks could have drained and exhausted everyone, which would have left many wounded untended. But you balanced it all, and saved as many as you could.

Now, the sorcerers and the army have pushed the hobgoblins and their shaman back to their side of the border, so things are calmer. It allows those in the Healing Tent, time to recover and return to their lives. The scouts and knights are patrolling and keeping the area safe for now.

You finish your daily check of the Tent and head for the field kitchen and the dining tent. Before you get there, a warning horn is sounded as a pair of riders head straight for the Healing Tent. You see arrow fletching sticking out from chest of one. “Mistress Healer. Wounded Scout!”

It’s the thing you dread most. “Off the horse and lie him on the table.” You yell.

The surgeon is also there. The leather armour fasteners are cut but everyone waits for you to look at him. The other scout is checked by an herbalist while you focus on his partner. Not a lot of blood visible, but the armour and arrows are probably holding it in. You close your eyes, let the magic flow. Without opening them, you “see” clearly into the chest of the man. One arrow went between his ribs and was stopped by the backplate of his armour. Using the magic, you look carefully at the barbed arrowhead. The hobgoblin arrows are wicked and have to be pushed through. You tell the surgeon. “That one is a straight through, but passed through the lung.” He nods and has his assistants bring the wet bindings that will make a temporary seal, and keep his lung from collapsing. You shift your focus to the other arrow. The breastbone is nicked and one of the ribs is cracked. The arrow was stopped by where his ribs connect. “We’ll have to move and push this one through too, but I’ll also try to heal some of the damage.”

An assistant shortens the shafts and clips off the fletchings, as a couple of others ready to remove his chest plate. “When I say, pull it off.” You direct as you still watch the arrowhead. There is an artery that is nicked but not fully severed. If the barbs shift the wrong direction, they will slice through it. You put some healing force into him. The cracked rib is slowly mending and the nick in the artery is stitching itself together. You can’t do too much because the arrows still have to go through him. The surgeon knows what you are doing and stabilizes the shaft closest to the heart. “Are you ready to remove the chest plates?” He quietly asks, while trying not to distract your focus. Sweat forms on your brow as you delicately guide the healing energy, fixing what you have to. “Ok. Now.” You say.

You keep focused on the chest of the scout. The leather back plate slides off, but the front one is lifted off. The scout moans in pain as the arrows shafts move. You have to block the pain by feeding his pleasure center. You place a hand on his forehead and use a ‘Merging spell’. It allows you to share what he feels, and for you to counter it with your strength. The expected pain moves into you, but you grit your teeth and then exhale. Pleasure chemicals in the body flood both yours and his brains. Your breathing matches his, as do your heartbeats. You feel his shirt being cut away as if it was your robe. You feel his erection as he feels your wetness. It’s not pleasure for pleasure’s sake, it’s pleasure to block the pain. You know the surgeon is working. “I’ll push the arrows when you are ready.” You try to keep him delirious with pleasure. “Do it.” You tell the surgeon. You feel sharp piercings penetrate through your chest. You and the scout moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. An orgasm ripples through both of you. It’s a side affect of being linked. “Can you close the wounds or have me stitch?” The surgeon asks. Your breathing is hard now. There is still more healing magic in you, so you answer in a tone full of lust and desire. “I’ve got this.”

Tears in the skin and muscle join and knit. Parts that were violently cut rejoin as you guide the magic. Pleasure moves through you again as you repair and strengthen his body. Sweat covers both of your bodies. Your energy is starting to fade. A younger healer takes your hand. “Mistress, Break the contact. It’s done.”

Even with your hand removed the magic link is still there.

A weak voice croaks “We’re finished.” It’s the scout whose thoughts echo in yours. A post orgasmic glow radiates from you as separate from him. Looking down, you see the scout drift off to sleep, with a post coital smile on his lips. His bare chest is slightly scarred but he is healed. An herbalist wipes the semen from his crotch. “Mistress, I’ll fetch fresh clothes for him.”

You nod and take a step. Hands grab and stabilize you. With the magic gone, you are drained and exhausted. 

“You shouldn’t have healed him fully.” The surgeon scolds you as he walks you to your tent. “We would have stitched him up.”

In a drowsy tone you respond, “I was in too deep. Can’t let another one die like that.” You barely notice lying down on your cot. Deeply you sleep.

Hotel Hookup

 

The Plaza Hotel is the nicest hotel in the city. After a long flight and a “too fast” taxi drive, you check in, put your bags upstairs, then come down for a drink in the nicest hotel bar you’ve ever seen.

There is a beautiful tall, thin woman sitting alone at the bar. Her auburn hair has that frazzled look from too much travel. You walk over. “Rough day?” you ask as you sip a mixed drink. “Are you here alone?”

“I just slid onto the bar stool, Darling. Looks like we both could use some company today.” She says as she sips her wine.

“I’m surprised you are alone.” you comment as sip my drink. “You look like a model or an actress.”

She gives you a toothy smile. “I could say the same about you. Maybe we both just need a little escape or stress relief?”

You look around to make sure she don’t have a boyfriend or husband waiting, then say, “I’d love to escape with you.” You look at her lovely legs, showing under her travel rumpled shirt. “Should we go up to your room or mine?” You ask, in a playful tone, expecting her to decline your offer.

“I’m on the 18th floor and my room has a great view, but honestly, I want to see where this takes us.” She says and places her hand on yours.

That’s not the answer you expected, so you finish your drink, stand up and take her hand.

She leads you to the elevator.

“Let’s make this something to remember.” She says as the elevator door closes.

You kiss her. Your hands on her hips and your soft beard is against her face. Her skin feels so warm under the thin fabric of her skirt and top. The elevator doors open and she leads you to her room.

Inside, as you close the door, you kiss her again. This time you press her against the door. There is hunger and passion in your kiss.

You feel her heart racing against your chest. “Darling, Tell me, what do you plan to do with me now that you have me all to yourself?”

You unbutton her blouse and slide it off her shoulders, so it falls to the ground. You lift her sports bra, freeing her firm breasts. You lick around her left nipple, then suck it.

Here skin is so soft and smooth against yours. You then switch to the other breast. Her nipples are so hard in your warm, wet mouth.

“How badly do you want me to lick your pussy?” you ask. “And should we move to your bed, or just continue using the door?” you ask in a playful tone.

Her breath hitches as you suck her nipples. The tension is unbearably building. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” She whispers, guiding your hand down, under her skirt, between her thighs, feeling your fingers brush against the lace of her panties. “Can you feel how much I want you?”

You use your fingertips so that the lace of her panties rubs against her damp lips. You rub in small, light circles, using the texture of the fabric against her sensitive pussy.

You kiss her again. “Lets move to the bed.”

She leads you to the king-size bed, slipping her skirt down over her hips, then stepping out of it.

You unbutton your shirt as you walk. Then pull it off along with your slacks. You’re only wearing your briefs. “Lie down on the bed.” You say softly.

As she lies on her back, you take the waistband of her panties and slide them over her hips and down her legs. Then you kiss the inside of her right knee. The hair of your mustache and beard, gently brushes against her skin as you slowly kiss your way up from her knee, along the inside of her thigh, towards her waiting pussy.

As you kiss your way closer to her pussy, your hands slide under her ass cheeks. Her skin is so soft and warm against your lips. You are almost to her pussy. The tip of your tongue teasingly licks around the outer edge of her pussy lips.

Her heart pounds as she complies, lying back on the bed, her eyes locked onto yours. She shivers for a second against the cool sheets. “Should I help you out of your briefs?”

As you lick around her pussy, you answer, “We can worry about me in a bit. Let me focus on teasing you.” You wink up at her from between her legs.

You feel her waiting in anticipation for your tongue thrust into her pussy….. But instead you kiss the inside of her left thigh. Slowly teasing her. You continue kissing along her thigh and then slowly lick around her wet pussy again.

Then you use the tip of your tongue to part her wet lips… licking up…. then down.

As you lick deeper, your mustache rubs against her clit. Grabbing her hips you hold firmly as you lick deeper, then lick up and around her sensitive clit. You close your mouth on her clit and suck. You move a hand and the use a finger to slowly slide into her as you continue sucking her clit. The finger goes deeper, twisting and thrusting in and out. One finger becomes two, which then become three. The faster you work your fingers in and out of her wet hungry pussy, the more you suck your clit. Then you hum for a moment. The vibrations move inside of her.

She moves her hips and bucks against your fingers. She grips the sheets tightly and you feel her legs tighten around your head as her pussy pulses against your hand and mouth. As she cums, you continue until she begs you to stop so she can catch her breath.

You let go, strip out of your briefs, and move up her slender body. Her nipples are still so hard. You kiss her mouth. “I’m good and hard. Should I just fuck you, or do you want to play with it first?”

She hugs you tightly, “Just fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside of me.”

Reaching down, you put your tip at her wet entrance, the slowly move your hips, putting a bit more in. You straighten your arms, raise your torso as you thrust into her. You feel her legs wrap around yours, pulling you in a bit. You thrust harder and faster. You feel her nipples brush against your chest. “That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” She feels so warm and wet around your hard shaft as you work the full length of it, in and out. You feel her hands grab your ass. She pulls you in harder and deeper. “I want you to fill me.”

You’re sweating now. Lowering yourself on her, you kiss her as you keep thrusting your hips. Your mouth explores hers. Your chest presses against hers. The whole bed seems to move with the force of your thrusts. She moans loudly which turns you on more. 
 “Should I cum in you or on you?” you pant.

“On me.” She responds, as her legs and hands let go of you. You stand up at the edge of the bed, stroking your cock, slick with her juices and your pre-cum. As you stroke, she rolls over, moves her head near you and opens her mouth wide. “You tasted me, I want to taste you.” She says.

The idea of fucking her sexy mouth helps push you over the edge and you shoot your load. Sticky strands hit her lips and cheeks. You pump until it dribbles all over your hand. She wipes her face and licks her fingers. “Not bad.” She says.

Getting off the bed, she grabs a hotel towel, and tosses it to you. “Here. You should go. I’m going to clean up. Thanks for the stress relief.” She picks up your clothes and rushes you to the door.

“Did I do something wrong?” you try to ask but the door closes. Wrapped in only a towel and carrying your clothes you head for the elevator and to your room.

You clean up and rest for a bit. Later, you head down to the dining room for dinner. You see the beautiful woman, whose name you never got, sitting at a table with a stocky, older man. They are holding hands and sitting very close.

She glances at you and then focuses on him, leaning in, and giving him a passionate kiss. You over hear him ask, “What’s that for?”

“Just showing you how much I missed you while your flight was delayed, Darling.”

You look turn and head for the bar instead. “Maybe I’ll just get room service later.” You mutter to yourself, as you sigh. “Well at least I was stress relief.” You think as you order a drink.

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The Space Freighter Libereco - Fixing Comms- Chapter 20

The warmth and weight of Navs’ body on yours feels so good as you lie on the small, hard Academy bunk. “I love you.” She whispers and hugs you. “We’ll get married someday.”

Your hand rests on her short blonde hair, cut in the style worn by female cadets. But you are confused, “Aren’t we married?”

“If we were, I’d be with you.” She says, and kisses you. “Wake up. Matenmango.”

You realize the voice isn’t Navs’, but Dani’s. The hard bunk you’re on isn’t an Academy bunk, but a bunk in Dani’s prefab home. You are still in Najran. Still away from your wife.

“Get up, sleepy-head.” Dani says as she takes some strips of lardo, from a pan and on a large serving plate. “You must a had a good dream, Navs must make you happy.” She says.

You realized that while you were dreaming, you got hard and made an obvious tent in your shorts. You pull the blanket across your lap. “Excuse me. I need to use the washroom.”

She nods and focuses on the cooker.

You grab the work trousers and shirt, go into the washroom, use the toilet, then clean up and change.

When you step back into the room, Dani asks “Did you sleep well?”

You nod, “I must have been tired after everything yesterday.” You make the bunk and place your sleep shorts and shirt under the pillow. “Is there a place I can wash my coveralls?”

She finishes cooking a couple of thinly sliced bifstekoj, then places one on each plate. There is a bowl of fresh fruit in the center of the table. “I’ll wash ‘em. Now we have power, I’ll use the washer/dryer. Eat up, then we’ll talk to Joannas about work.”

You cut up a piece of bifsteko and slowly chew the freshly cooked meat. “This is real good.”

“I’m pleased you like it. It’s one of the bovinoj we butchered the other day. Make sure you have some fruit too. We have totmatoj an’ persikoj. Later in the jaro, we have orangoj an’ piroj. But they aren’t ripe yet.”

“You’re in a better mood this morning.” You say.

“Today’s a new day. I prayed, an’ I got my answer. You’re a good man, an’ I should help you. If the Creator sees fit, I’ll be blessed.”

You nod at her comment and continue eating. “I wish we had some ovoj to go with the lardo.”

“I’m sorry. I hadn’t hunted up any.” She says with tone of disappointment.

You smile. “No. It’s okay. It’s just when Cookie makes lardo, she normally fries up some ovoj too.”

“How you get ovoj on a spaceship? You trade for ‘em?” She asks.

“Sometimes. Other times, when we transport kokidoj or anseroj, we negotiate keeping some or all of the ovoj.” You smile and then start laughing, as you think about the dozens of ovoj that Cookie and Meko collected when you were taking a whole flock of kokidoj to a remote colony. So many that Cookie used ovoj in every mango.

As you tell Dani, she smiles and says “I wish Najran had kokidoj. That would be easier than hunting ovoj from wild birds.” She takes another bite of bifsteko, then says “Cookie sounds like a good woman. She’ll make a good wife.”

“Maybe, but it probably won’t be to a man.” You quickly respond.

“Oh. She prefers women?” Dani asks in a matter-of-fact way.

“Yes, is there anything wrong with that?” you ask in a hesitating tone.

“No. We has lots of women like that here. There’s nothing in the Book against it an’ they’re happy. If I didn’t want a baby, I’d find a woman to live with.”

You get a confused look on your face. “I thought that was against the Faith? A man with a man or a woman with a woman.”

“The Patro at Ciono says there is, but he says lots o’ things that aren’t in the Book. The Book says that ‘if a man marries a woman, he belongs to her and she belongs to him. They’re to give to one another in love.’ It don’t say nothin’ about two men or two women. But it’s not right for a man to marry a girl or a woman to marry a boy. It says ‘Children are loved by the Creator an’ be protected at all costs’.”

As she says this, you remember some of her comments yesterday. You ask softly. “Dani, were you a child bride?”

She puts her fork down, bows her head, and silently nods. After a moment she says “My people married me to a man when we got to Ciono. I was real young, when we got to the Rim. My folks bounced a few different colonies until Papa got deeper into the Faith. It took time getting valutos to get to Ciono. When we got here, Papa said he found me a man. I was fourteen. The man I married was old like Papa.” A tear slowly runs down her face. “I’m a good girl. I do what I’m told. He shouldn’ta wanted what he wanted.”

It strikes you what she’s describing. “Oh, Hell.” You get up, walk over, and kneel next to her. You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “None of that was your fault. You were right to run.”

She wipes her eyes, and gives you a weak smile. “I know. Joannas helped me an’ I help others.” She places her hand on yours. “You’re a good man. Let’s finish an’ get to work.”

After eating, you help wash dishes. “Dani, how old are you?”

She answers after thinking for a moment. “I’m nineteen according to Core Calendar.”

“How long were you with your husband?”

“About 2 or 3 Jaros. Almost as long as I’ve been here.”

As you finish washing the last plate, you ask, “Why haven’t you found a new husband? There are a few men here, like Jorje and Andrew.”

As she takes the plate from you, she answers, “The men here already have mates. Either they were quickly hitched to a new woman, or they hitched to a man. An’ I’m not sure I want to be a wife again.”

That very confused feeling comes over you again. “But you want a baby, and you were disappointed to find out I’m married.”

She smiles and nods. “That’s the truth of it. I wanna be a ma so badly. Wanna raise a child by the Book, with love an’ understanding, teaching ‘em the way Joannas taught me.”

“But doesn’t the Book say that you’re supposed to be married before you have sex and have a child? I’m not a Follower, but that’s what I heard.” You say.

She picks up your coveralls, puts it into the laundry unit, adds soap, and starts it. “That’s the way it’s supposed to be. ‘A man an’ woman, come together, an’ have kids’. But Joannas showed me where in the book it talks about Widows an’ unmarried women. How they, ‘after fasting an’ prayer, should find a loving partner who gives themself to you as you give yourself to them. Honestly an’ openly, not defrauding one another for selfish use or gain.’ Words I never heard from any Pelj Aguloj .”

You think about that as you pull your boots on to leave, “So you would rather be alone, than be back in a bad marriage?”

“Yep” she says as she winds her braid around her head, then puts on her hat. “Let’s go.”

The star is on the horizon and the sky is lightening up. While walking through the colony, you see that people are already busy. Some are leading animals, hanging out laundry, or heading to the large storage cavern where the Tech was laid out yesterday. There is a mixture of power lights and lamps glowing from the dwellings. You notice that Dani nods and waves at various people. Some smile at you too.

In the storage cavern, Delilah is talking to Joannas, pointing to something on the minividi.

“Good Morning, Helm.” Delilah says, “The solar collector has already augmented our power needs. We can recharge storage batteries now. Something we never had power to do.”

Joannas nods. “Yesterday you mentioned that you could help with Comms. Do you also know about jamming?”

“I learned a few things in the Academy, but I never used it. On the Libereco we are more worried about keeping links open than blocking them.”

She thinks about this for a moment. “Do you know about breaking jams?”

You smile, “The best way is to take a hammer to the jammer and smash it. But to punch the signal past a jam, I can try a few things if we need. Why?”

Delilah answers “Maybe Ciono used a jammer to blow our system. They don’t use much Tech. But the Pelj Aguloj have some in the Temple. That’s where they keep their Comms and minividis. Theirs only work in the Temple or when the Patro allows it.”

“Can I borrow yours for a moment?” you ask.

Delilah looks to Joannas, who nods. You try to send a link to Libereco. “Navs or Skipper, this is Helm”. But the message doesn’t connect. You try to see if Libereco’s beacon is active, but you don’t see it. “Damn it.”

“They couldn’t get your link?” Delilah asks. You shake your head as you return the minividi.

“I was worried about that. This morning, I tried to message them. You did well yesterday and wanted them to get you.” Joannas says.

“I thought you need more help.” You ask.

She and Delilah both grin, “You did your part, and said that other members of your crew had skills and knowledge. Maybe if we get you back to your wife, then the others might be willing to help.”

You look at the three women, “What my seed?”

Dani walks closer to you. “Matthew, you been honest an’ true. I thought about trickin’ you, but the Book talks about honesty an’ truth. As much as I wanna baby, I wanna do right too.”

You nod. “Like you said earlier, ‘together honestly, not defrauding for gain’.”

The ladies all smile. “Understanding is a valuable thing.” Joannas says.

Deliliah and you gather the parts for the Comms Center, as you do you ask, “Is there a reason that Ciono might be holding the ship and crew?”

Joannas places a hand on your shoulder, “I can think of many reasons. It depends on Patro.”

“Can we find out?”

“I already sent scouts. We have some who can get info from the outlying ranches.” Joannas says. “ Go focus on the Comms repairs.”

You and Deliliah head to the Comms center. In a cave near the top of the mountain is a Comms Pod. It’s the standard model used by terraformers. You smile seeing it. It’s older Tech, but reliable and easy to repair with standard parts. The antenna line goes up through a borehole in the cave ceiling.

When Deliliah opens the pod door, you notice storage cells are recharging, at a slow rate. You follow the power lines to see where the main power cable connects. “Does the line run directly from the power converter or go through the cells first?”

Deliliah looks at it. “I don’t know. I’m not the one who set it up. It was already set when I joined.”

Deliliah uses the minividi to pull up the recommended layout after you read off the model number from the dataplate. Slowly you follow the line coming into the cells, then from the cells to the main unit. The auxiliary unit is not connected, but still in storage configuration. “Ok. Whoever did this got some things right and a few things wrong. I take it you don’t often use it.”

Deliliah shakes her head. “We don’t really have a need to. Most of the time we can make do with what we grow and craft. It’s only when we need something we can’t get, that Joannas or someone will send a link.”

Using the layout directions, after a few minutes, you reroute the power so the cells are still charging with the main power coming from the line. You replace a couple of the boards that were old and fried from age. The main unit powers up and you run complete diagnostics. While it’s running, you help Deliliah set up the auxiliary unit. She seems comfortable configuring it.

You learn about Deliliah’s past, how she came from the Core as a Believer, practicing the Faith, finding a hard time in the Core because of different values. Making her way to Ciono and being cast out for reading and knowing Tech. 

She fires up the auxiliary unit, and the vidi glows brightly. She runs a diagnostic check too. The main unit diagnostics finishes and it’s ready to transmit. “Use the minividi to link to it.” You recommend.

“It connects.”

“Can you get a link to the Libereco?” you ask.

She tries. “I don’t see it or Ciono either.”

You walk to the main vidi. “Want to see if we can get offworld?”

She shrugs, “Try. We can’t seem to find anything onworld.”

You tap the screen and put out ‘Comms Test Message — Najran Colony’. You ensure the image and audio inputs are configured correctly.

“This is SG Freighter Provizado, we receive you loud and clear, but don’t see your registration code. Is your colony registered with the Shipper’s Guild?”

“Thank you Provizado, we are a break-away from Ciono, and checking our comms station. Please pass a message to Station 059 that you have a confirmed message from Najran. We appreciate it and sorry to disturb you on your route.”

“No problem Najran. Will do, Provizado Out.”

“Thank you, Najran Out.”

Deliliah puts a hand on your shoulder, “Thank you. We know we aren’t jammed. We can link others.”

“Yeah, but we got a SG Freighter. The rest of the ‘verse will know about you.” You say as you switch the system to ‘auto respond’. “The Guild will tell the UGA at 059 that you exist. Confirming Joannas’ earlier message asking for Tech and help.”

Daliliah looks a little surprised, “I knew that Joannas had sent something but didn’t know she asked for help. Is that why your ship landed?”

You nod, “Station 059 asked Skipper to check out your colony. They only know about Ciono. With the way you’re built, you’re hidden from scans.”

She looks a little shocked at this. “We built into to mountain because the caves were already here and good year-round. Some of the other things we partially hid, just in case there are husbands or families looking for runners.”

You nod at this. “Ok, Let’s tell Joannas. Someone should man the Comms Pod from now on. I put it on Auto, to record any messages.”

She holds up her minividi, taps it, and switches it to receive. “I’ll get any links until she assigns someone. Blessed be, it might even be me.” She says with a smile.

At Joannas’ dwelling, Deliliah shows her the minividi, the link that was sent, and explains things are working. You stand there and just listen. When they get to the part about the link to the SG freighter, you add “We tried both the Libereco and Ciono, but neither showed on the vidi.”

“I was afraid of that. Patro must have a jammer or something, and turn it on or off according to their needs.” Joannas says.

Then you ask “Any luck from your scouts?”

Joannas shakes her head, and loose strands of white and dark hair fly up. “No, I am expecting to hear something shortly.” She leads you both to a corral. 

In a bit, you see a young boy ride up. He slides off of the saddle and says, “S-ono Joannas, my geatroj told me they’re locked down. Looking for a missing stranger.” He then looks at you.

“Thank you Kaleb. Want to take anything back to your folks?”

He looks around a little nervously, almost like a shy school boy. “Is Sari in the spinning house or with the flocks?”

The ladies all smile, “She is with the flocks, go ride down, tell her to get you a few skeins from the spinning house to take back to your folks.”

“Thank you S-ono Joannas. I’ll do that.” He says as he climbs back in the saddle and points his cevalo down one of the stone roads.

“Sounds like we need to go to Ciono.” Joannas says.

Punishment for Not Paying Attention in History Class

 

**This is a work of pure fantasy. It is only in the imagination of the writer.**

You are taking my college history class. As I’m lecturing about “some ancient war” and walking around the room, you are sexting your boyfriend, instead of paying attention. Your boyfriend, is showing you “dick pics” and describing how, later today he wants to fuck you hard and fast. He even gives you a video of him vigorously stroking himself. It turns you on a bit. You squeeze your thighs together tightly for a second, as your pussy is tingling and getting damp. You slide your phone under the desk and take a photo of your wet panties. As you pull it back above your desk…

“What does, whatever you are doing on your cell phone, have to do with the Swedish Empire and the reign of Gustavus Adolphus?” I am standing right over your shoulder. You don’t know what I saw. “Give me your phone. You can get it back at the end of the day.” I hold out my hand and you give it to me. You watch me hit the power button and return back to my desk, where I put it in a drawer.

At the end of class you ask for it. “Come back at the end of the day. Maybe you will pay attention during the rest of your classes today.” I tell you.

You only have two more classes today and when you finish, you come back to my classroom and ask for your phone. “I will give you back your phone, but first tell me what was so important.” You want to shock me, so you show me the texts of your boyfriend typing that he wants to lick your pussy, suck your clit, and finger-fuck your ass. “Oh. Is that what you want too?” You show me a selfie you took of your visibly damp panties. “So, while I was teaching, you were teasing yourself with your boyfriend?”

I reach under your skirt… And feel your panties. I rub small firm circles on your mound. “Is that what you need?” You silently nod because it feels so good.

I step away and lock the door. “Sit on my desk. Before I give let you keep your phone, I am going to give you what you want.”

Spreading your legs, you feel my face between your thighs. “Mmmm yes you were excited earlier.” My tongue licks the fabric of your damp panties.  Up and down…Around and across. I push aside the crotch of your panties and lick your pussy lips as they are getting wetter.

As I lick slowly, you feel my tongue around your clit. Then I suck it. Then I lick down, thrusting my tongue deep inside of you. You grab my head and press yourself harder against my face. I lift your legs and you feel it as I move my tongue down to your anus and lick. You feel my tongue on your tight asshole, something your boyfriend hadn't tried. I then slowly lick my way back up to your clit.

You feel the gentle suction of my mouth on your sensitive nub as I work two fingers into your pussy.

You feel my fingers going in and out. Thrusting and twisting as my warm mouth sucking your clit. “You are like a lot of college girls. You love your pussy eaten and your ass fucked.”

I pull you off the desk, put you on your knees, and feed you my hard cock. You feel the spongy tip on your lips. My fingers are in your hair as I grab your head and you grab my dick. You lick around the tip and shaft. then you suck my cock firmly. My dick feels so hard in your mouth.

“Yes, you college girls have such talented mouths. Get me good and hard and I'll fuck you on my desk.”

I let go of your head, sliding my hands into your blouse and massage your breasts. My hands feel good on your hard nipples. I pinch your nipples as you suck me firmly. My cock is so hard in your mouth and my balls are tight against your chin. “You suck so well.”

I pull from your mouth, stand you up, bending you across my desk as I flip up you skirt, and pull down your panties. Your pussy feels so good around my cock as I thrust and hold it. You feel my dick throbbing inside of you as I cum. “Yyyyyeeeessss. Rub your clit and cum again like the horny little girl you are.” You rub harder and faster until you feel the wave of pleasure move through you. I wait until you stop, then slowly remove my softening dick from your messy pussy.

I pull up your panties. “Maybe you should take a close-up selfie of your panties now, with cum leaking out. Maybe your nasty boyfriend will love it. Next time, don’t use your phone in my class or the punishment will be more severe.” I hand you back you phone and unlock the door. You leave thinking about what might happen next time.

Renting to a Cam Girl

You are a single girl renting from an old widower. It's a nice size room so you use it to make extra money on the side with Cam Shows, from time to time. Today the weather is nice and you have the windows open so you feel a cool breeze blow through. You smell the scent of fresh cut grass, and the soft sound of the electric mower as I'm outside mowing the lawn. 
 
It's a good day to do a Cam Show, so you turn on your ring light, sign into your account, and start streaming. Looking at the camera connected to your laptop, you slowly caressing yourself. Rubbing yourself through the fabric, that feels so good against your skin, then slowly unzip the top.

There's a loud knock at your door, as I yell. “I don’t know what you are doing, but it’s visible from the street.”

Opening your door, your top unzipped and your bra is all that’s covering your breasts, you grab my t-shirt, wet with sweat from yard work, and pull me into your room.

"You told me that this is my room to do whatever I want in. True?" 

And I nod “But…” 

"And I pay my rent on time, and I’m a clean and friendly tenant?" You continue. 

“Yes, but…” 

"One of the ways I make money, is making sexy videos on my laptop. People pay me good money for that."

You still have your cam feed going. And fans are typing suggestions. “Get back to the show.” “Kick him out”, “Suck his cock” “Fuck her hard” and so on. There are ‘dings’ as each comment posts. 

“I agree. But close your curtains. What is that ‘ding’ noise?” You show me the screen. I see the tips on the screen too.

You undo your bra and start playing with your nipples. “What are you doing….mmmffgg” I start to ask as you grab my head and pull my face to your round breast. I hear more dings. I suck your nipple and it hardens in my mouth.

You undo my jeans and pull out my cock. You lick your fingers and slowly stroke my hardening shaft. I suck your other nipple. "That’s it baby, suck my nipple. Your dick is getting hard."

As you stroke me faster, you want your pussy licked. You let go, and push me to my knees. You unzip your black jeans…. Slide them down your hips. You grab my hair and push my face against your pussy. "Lick my pussy, baby."

Your panties are still on. I lick the fabric. You feel my tongue press the fabric against your pussy lips. There are more dings on your laptop.

"Pull down my panties and stick your tongue in my pussy." You command. I pull them down quickly and look at your smooth pussy, seeing it for the first time. You press my face against it. My damp mustache and beard feel different but good as I lick up and down, unsure of what I’m doing. I grab your hips for leverage as I slide my tongue inside of you. You grind your pussy against my mouth. The dings continue faster.

You pull me up and push me to the bed. "Get on and lie there." You command. I’m a bit confused, but do as you order. You move the laptop so the camera gets a better view of your bed.

You grab my cock and suck it. Looking into the camera, you deep throat my hard but small cock. The fans love it. My cock fills your mouth.

"I’m going to ride you. I want that dick in my pussy." You say as you strip off your black jeans and remove your damp, black panties. You climb on top of me, straddling my hips and guiding my cock into to you. It slides into your wet cunt. "Pull my nipples." You command as you lower yourself on my shaft.

Your fans see a side view. You hear the dings as they tip more. I pull your nipples a little, as you start to rock back and forth. You grind your clit as you move forward. "Pull them harder." You say rocking back and forth faster and harder. You feel pleasure building inside of you. My little dick feels good to ride.

You are going to cum, but you aren’t going to stop until I cum. A thought pops into your head, as you feel your pussy throbbing and pulsing as you cum. Then you get off of me and show your wet messy pussy to the camera. The fans tip more, before you blow a kiss to the camera and turn it off.

"That’s how I make my rent money. Now I want you to cum for me." You tell me as you grab my cock as slowly stroke it.

You lie on the bed, spread your legs and pull me on top of you. I adjust myself and slide my dick into you. I slowly push my cock deeper each thrust. I lean forward so my hairy chest rubs your large breasts and hard nipples. You look deep into my eyes as you feel me going in and out.

It feels good, so I go a bit faster and harder. You reach down and rub your clit. I’m breathing harder. “Your pussy feels so good.“ My cock feels nice and slick inside of you. “I’m going to cum. Should I pull out?” You rub your clit harder, so you can cum again. You spread your legs wider and pull me into you. I keep going, sweating as I fuck you harder. My chest continuing to rub against yours.

You hold my face and have me look directly in your eyes. "Look at me when you cum." I slow my thrusts, but they are still hard. I thrust and hold it. You feel me throbbing inside of you.

I try to close my eyes and look away. You grab my face. "Look at me, I said." I look into your eyes as I grunt loudly. You feel my cum spurt inside of you. Your pussy feels so wet and warm. "Kiss me." You command. And I do as my softening dick slips from you.

“You a break on next month’s rent” I say as I get dressed. 

You kiss my cheek, "And if I need a partner to help earn more, I'll let you know." you say with a wink as I leave, to get back to yard work.

Cyber Connection - Chapter 7: Sexting in Bed

 

You describe setting the boxes on the floor by your feet and then closing the Jeep door. 

He types “I get in, buckle up and start it up. Then I put it into gear. The air is a little cooler than when we left, so I put the heat on. You feel warm air blowing on your legs.”

“And cool air on my chest. Mmmmm. The combination has my nipples hard and visible against the thin fabric of my dress.” You respond. You really wish you were wearing that dress, in an open-air jeep. “I feel so excited, and rest my hand on your crotch.”

“Even though I’m concentrating on driving, you feel a firm bulge in my pants.”

That’s exactly what you wanted to read. “I slowly rub my hand back and forth, feeling the outline of your prick.” At this point you switch from your computer to your cell phone and move from your living room to your bedroom.

“Your hand feels good as you rub me. I feel the texture of my underwear against my shaft as you slowly stroke me.” He types and then follows up with “I see your apartment building. Where do you want me to park?”

You strip off the shorts that you changed into after work, then sit on your bed, putting a few pillows behind your back. You keep your panties on, but spread your legs. “There is a parking spot with my apartment number at the side of the building. Look for number 202.” In your mind you picture being in the jeep, caressing his crotch, as he looks for your parking spot.

“I found it. I’ll back in. It makes it easier to get out.” You are a little surprised at the details he is adding to this. Most guys would have just been. ‘We are in your bedroom, you suck my dick, etc’ but Bobby really is describing what we would feel and see. He doesn’t have all the fine details but he’s doing good enough to help you clearly imagine everything.

“I get out, and come around to your door, to help you out.” He types.

“ ‘If you had the top on, I would have undone your fly and sucked you in the Jeep.’ I tell you as I take your hand and step out.” You respond.

“Don’t forget our leftovers. I can carry them in if you hand them to me.”

“Of course. Here are the boxes. And I hold your empty hand as we walk into my building.” You imagine holding his hand, the cool air on your bare legs, and the deep shadows between the outside lights. “We could have sex in the shadows outside. Would you like that as a fantasy?” You haven’t done anything like that in real life, but this is a fantasy. It’s a story where you can do anything.

His cursor blinks for a moment as if he is thinking over his answer, then he responds. “Let’s save something adventurous like that for another night. I would hate for us to be interrupted by your neighbors or anyone else.”

You nod as you read this, he’s really into this story. “I kiss you and lead you into the building. We walk up the stairs to my apartment, I unlock the door, and turn on the lights.”

“I close the door behind us, and hand you the left overs so you can put them in the fridge. Looking around your apartment I say ‘You have a nice apartment’.”

You describe putting the food in the fridge, then return, kiss him passionately and then pull him to the bedroom. “As I pull you into my bedroom, I unbutton your shirt. Kissing you, and enjoying the feel of your lips and the taste of you.”

“As you unbutton and help me remove my shirt, I unzip your dress, and help it slide off of your shoulders.”

You imagine the feeling of the dress falling off of you. “Are you surprised to see I’m not wearing a bra tonight? You can clearly see my hard nipples as my dress hits the floor.”

“Mmmmm They look so tasty. I kiss just above the right one, then slowly lick around it. My hand softly caresses your left breast with my fingers rolling and playing with your nipple.”

You pull off your T-shirt and rub your left breast. One-handed you type “Mmmmm your mouth and hand feel so good. I take a step back. Do you want me against the wall or on my bed?”

“Whatever will give you the most pleasure. I want you to be comfortable and to fully enjoy this sexting fantasy.” He types and then follows with, “I’m here for your pleasure.”

You have never had anyone say that to you. Yes, you’ve read it in cheap romance novels, but you’ve never had a lover, even an imaginary one, tell you that.

“I raise your head and kiss your lips again. ‘Lets move to the bed.’ I then unzip and unfasten your pants so they fall off of you. I see your hard cock outlined in your underwear. I grab it and pull you to the bed, have you lie down, and remove your briefs.”

You pick up your toy and lick around the tip. “I grip your shaft and lick around the tip. (I forgot to ask, are you circumcised?)” you continue typing with one hand.

“Whatever you want. Uncut or cut. This is all for you.” He answers.

You lick your toy and type “Cut. I lick around the tip and then down your veiny shaft. Your cock feels so hard.” You imagine your dildo is him. Hard and thick with a nice shape and texture. “I lick it and then suck it firmly. Feel the suction of my mouth on your beautiful dick.”

“Yes your mouth feels so good. You taste my pre-cum.”

You think that he must really be excited, so you respond with “I want you inside of me.”

“I’m lying down, so climb on me.” He types.

A thought pops into your head, you want to ride your dildo as you sext. “Yes. I strip off my panties and then straddle you.” You set down your phone, pull off your panties, and get on your knees. The comforter on your bed is nice and soft on your knees. You position your toy and slowly lower yourself onto it. Picking up your phone again you describe “I straddle you. My knees are along side your body as I slowly lower myself on to you.”

“Yes, I feel your tight wet snatch slowly covering me. You are so excited. I reach up and pull your nipples.”

You move up and down on your dildo, trying to do it slowly like in the story. It feels so good. So different. You pull a nipple and text “Yes pull my nipples. Feel my cunt on your hard cock. Feel me devour you.” It feels a little weird typing the word ‘cunt’ but Bobby used it and it fits how you feel. It isn’t your ‘small, delicate pussy’ that you are playing with. No, It’s your ‘hungry cunt’ that is being fed. You bounce up and down a little faster. Imagining him inside of you. “I move faster and harder. I feel you deep inside of me.”

“Yes, ride me as hard as you need. I let go of one nipple and use my thumb to rub your clit. Your pussy feels so good on me. I’m about to cum. I want you to cum too.”

You release your nipple and rub your clit as you describe “Yes, I feel your thumb rubbing my clit. I rock back and forth hard I want to feel you finish inside of me.” You rub with one hand as you hold the phone with the other. You are all the way down and rocking your hips back and forth. You have never used your toy like this, It feels so different. You rub your clit harder, feeling your orgasm building. “Yes rub me. Cum in me. I’m almost there.” You text.

“Yessss. MMMMMM. Ooooooo. You feel me spurt inside of you. I’m throbbing inside of you as I shoot you full.”

You imagine him inside of you and feel your body clench with pleasure. You are breathing harder and feel traces of sweat on your skin. 

Falling back onto your bed you type “That was amazing.”

“I hold you in my arms as I let my softening dick slide from you. I feel your heart beat against mine as we lie together on your bed.” Almost as if on cue, your toy slides from you. Lying naked, holding your phone you read “I kiss you and feel your warm body against mine as my breathing slows and our hearts beat against each other.”

“I kiss you, and then say ‘As wonderful as this is, I’m kicking you out. Get dressed and go.’ I stop hugging you and watch as you get up and get dressed.”

“Of course. I quickly get off your bed. Get dressed and kiss you one last time. ‘Should I take the leftovers with me?’ I ask with a smile.”

“Sure. You really commit to the bit. Take your imaginary food home with you, in your imaginary jeep. But I have one question for you.” You look at the screen for a moment, wondering if you really want an answer. “Did you really cum? And Is this really why your marriage fell apart?”

There is a long pause. You start typing “You don’t need to answer that.” 

But before you can send it, you read “Yes, I did. Yes. Sexting fantasy dates and wild imaginary sexual encounters with strangers, instead of real dates with my real wife was one of the factors in our divorce. Let’s stop here for the night. Did you really enjoy that? Or was it too much?”

You delete your unsent message and then respond. “I really enjoyed it. I couldn’t do it all the time like that, but I had fun. Get some sleep. TTYL.” And you finish with a kissing emoji.

Putting your phone down, you clean up and put away your toy. “That was all in my imagination.” You say to yourself. “The Restaurant, the Jeep, and the sex afterwards. If he put that much effort into sexting, he should be writing porn.” You look at yourself in the mirror and smile, “Yes, I would read porn written by ‘NiceGuy63111’ though he would probably have a better name as an author. Something like Nick Steele or Ron Handcock. No those are porn actor names. What are the names of the writers?” you ask aloud.

You finish cleaning up and go to bed. “Maybe I’ll ask Jen if she knows. She won’t believe this when she reads it.”

You pick up your phone and text Jen. “Can I come over tomorrow for breakfast? I’ll bring the syrup if Roger makes pancakes.”

Your phone dings. “Sure. Did you enjoy your time with “NiceGuy”?”

“Yes. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow over breakfast.” You reply.

“See you around 9? I’d like to sleep in a bit.”

You smile at that. “OK 9. I’ll pick up syrup on the way. You and Roger enjoy your night.”

“TTYL” she texts and sends a kissing emoji.

You set down your phone and hug one of your pillows. It feels soft against your body. You drift off to sleep, fantasizing about holding a lover in your arms.

(This is the end of Cyber Connection. If you want more about ‘you’ and “NiceGuy63111”, tell me. If you enjoyed this,  Leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, then follow and subscribe. Be Seein’ You.)

Cyber Connection - Chapter 6: Restaurant Fantasy

 

Your morning goes okay. There are a few irate customers, but you do your best to smile and be cheerful to them. But it doesn’t help that you keep one eye on the clock. You so badly want to take your meal break and talk with Jen.

Just when you expect the breakfast shift to end, you see a large tour bus pull up in the parking lot and everyone getting off and heading for the restaurant. It’s not something that is too common, but it happens when tour groups of retirees or field trips of students are in town. You sigh and you feel your body sag as you see the elderly people approach the counter. You put on a fake smile and greet each one. You patiently listen as they ask questions about the breakfast sandwiches, the “big boy breakfast” platter, and of course “What time do you start serving lunch?”

Luckily the other cashier, Maria, helps out and it keeps the line moving a bit faster than if you had been by yourself. Both of you give fake smiles at each other when you hear the same question for the third time. You give Maria a knowing look as she calmly explains again, “No sir, Lunch doesn’t start until 10:30, and it is currently 10:06. Would you like something from our Breakfast menu?”

Once the last of the customers has their order, you give Maria a friendly squeeze on her shoulder. “Thanks for coming up. I know you normally do Drive Thru, but I appreciate the help.” She smiles. “You’re welcome. The morning commuters are all gone. When I saw the bus, I knew you needed a hand.”

“I’m going to take my meal break. Can I bring you back a coffee or something?” You ask as you grab your windbreaker, and nod to your manager as he comes up.

“Can you bring me back one of those large ‘Pumpkin Spice Lattes’?” She answers with a smile.

“Will do. Be back in a bit.”

Your phone dings, “Where are you? I’m at the Café” Jen texts.

“On my way. Old folks tour bus.” You respond.

Using the app, you place an order for a spiced coffee, and donut. Then you add another one for Maria’s Pumpkin Spice Latte but just keep it in the cart until you and Jen are done.

Grabbing your order, you sit down with Jen whose drink is half done, along with most of her cinnamon roll. “So, what sexy thing do you want to show me today?” she asks as she leans forward.  

You scroll to the beginning of last nights texting session, and hand it over to her.

After a moment she says, “Wait, What? You massaged his feet by sexting?”

You lean in and have her lower her voice, “Yeah, sort of. I got some foot lotion from that gift basket my aunt sent me, so I could describe the smell and feel of the lotion.”

She gives you a confused look. “Then I described how it would feel as I rubbed his feet.”

Jen sipped her drink. “And this worked?”

You nod “Keep reading.”

She comes to the part where she reads ‘I want to lick your pussy.’ “Whoa, so you turned him on by sexting about rubbing his feet?”

You give her a knowing smile “Apparently so.” You lean in even closer and quietly say “And the best part was I pulled off my pants and played with myself as he described licking me.”

Jen looks back down and continues reading until the end. At one point she shifts in her seat and adjusts her sport coat to more fully cover her chest.

“Are you getting excited, Miss Jen?” you playfully ask.

She hands your phone back. “The next time Roger goes on a business trip, I know what we’ll try.”

She takes a deep drink from her cup and waits for a moment. “Are you going to wait until later in the week and try something different with your NiceGuy?”

You lean back in your chair for moment, enjoying that you got Jen all hot and bothered.  “Yes. I’ll chat with Bobby a little during the week, but if I have either day of the weekend off, I’ll see if we can do a full sexting session.”

She nods and finishes her drink and roll. “I need to get back to the office. I’ll have to see if Roger and I can do something to turn you on at an inappropriate time.”

You smile at her as you place the order for Maria’s drink. “You do all the time. I just do a better job hiding it.”  You hug and she leaves.

Maria is back at the drive thru, so you hand her the cup. She places the other hand over the microphone “What do I owe you?”

You smile, “It’s on me. Why don’t you just get me something next time you go.” She nods and finishes taking an order.

The rest of your shift is relatively uneventful. Before you go, you ask the manager, “What is the chance that I can get the weekend off again?”

“I’ll do the schedule later on, but some of the newer kids really need more Saturday time. I’ll see what happens. Do you have a preference if I need you to work part of the weekend?”

 “Saturday. I don’t mind working Sunday if I have Saturday off.” You quickly respond, knowing that Bobby goes to church on Sundays.

Your manager writes a note on the corner of his clipboard. “Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

At home, you do your normal routine; changing out of work clothes, making a quick dinner, checking through mail & emails, and then chatting with folks. A couple of random guys send you DMs, but they look fake so you block them, and wait for ‘NiceGuy63111’.

“How was your day?” Pops up on your screen.

You smile as you reply “It was good.” You tell him about your morning with the tour bus full of senior citizens.

“LOL. Of course. Was Jen angry that you were late?”  He types.

“No. She understands that those things happen when you work fast food. How was your day?”

He describes his day and tells you that things are busy but okay. Not as stressful as yesterday.

“Speaking of yesterday, I had an idea. I might have Saturday off, so would you be interested in doing a special sexting session Friday night?”

His cursor blinks on the screen for a few minutes and then you read “Ok. Do you have something in mind?”  

“You enjoyed the Fair, and my foot massage. I was thinking of creating a fantasy for you of us going out. A dinner or maybe a movie?” You think back to the fantasy of the two of you on the couch watching a video.

“Ok. If you create the fantasy of a restaurant date, I’ll come up with a good sexting session. Would you like it to be in my bedroom, yours, or maybe the car in the restaurant parking lot?”  He offers.

“I hadn’t thought about in the car. Maybe flirting in the restaurant, some teasing in the car, and then back to my place?” Already you have images filling your mind.

“Ok, your place, so that way, when you are tired of me you can kick me out and send me home.” He types followed by a winking emoji.

“LoL. Of course. I’m a ‘use ‘em and kick ‘em out’ kinda girl.” You respond with a laughing emoji.

You both agree to just do ‘quick friendly updates’ the rest of the week. The only time either of you will mention the plan for Friday is if you need details for the story.

“Rest well my lovely lady. I will log off and have a late supper. I hadn’t eaten yet and the idea of a restaurant meal with you has me hungry.”  

“TTYL” you type with a kissing emoji.

The rest of the week goes as usual. Work is typical. Some customers are friendly, some are irritated, and some just can make up their minds. You handle each of them as if they are special and important, which makes even the irritated ones, soften and smile.

For your meal breaks, you still meet up with Jen. She enjoys getting out of the office and she helps by giving you ideas for the restaurant fantasy.

Chatting with Bobby, you ask “Would you prefer a fancy restaurant, or just a nice restaurant?”

“A nice restaurant. Somewhere you can wear a dress that is comfortable, but you aren’t worried if you spill something on it. That way I can wear a shirt without a tie or coat.”

“Okay. Is there a type of food that you would like?” You respond.

“Maybe somewhere with seafood, or a steak house. But we could also do Chinese, Italian, or something else ethnic.”

“Near me there is a nice restaurant that has burgers, steaks, and a ‘catch of the day’. No shrimp or crabs, but fish, and I think fried oysters or clams.” Thinking of ‘Chez Earnie’ which was going to be a French restaurant before the owner changed chefs and made it a family restaurant but kept the name.

“That sounds nice. I’ll look forward to reading your description.” He types.

 After logging off, you work on the fantasy. Bobby picking you up at your apartment, and going to ‘Chez Earnie’. You go online and look at their menu. You type of couple of options for the story. Each night you work on it, adding details and ideas. Describing your dress, a mid-length summer dress with a floral pattern that you have in your closet. You are tempted to put it on and take a couple of selfies. “No. I want his imagination to fill in the gaps. That’s what he told me.”

You type up your description of the restaurant, your outfit, sitting close to him, and teasing him as you eat.

All week you write, read, edit, and reread it until you were happy with it. During your chats with Bobby, you don’t really let in on how it is going.

On Friday, during your meal break, you talk to Jen about “after dinner sex”. You describe the plan of going back to your place, but could you do something before that?

She smiles as she leans back in her chair for a moment, then moves nice and close. In an almost conspiratorial tone she asks “Have you ever given a ‘handy’ in public?” You feel your face get warm as you feel embarrassed by the question. “No. Have you?” But then you feel stupid asking. Of course she has. She did it on the Ferris wheel. “I mean, have you done that in a restaurant?” you correct yourself.

She leans closer “Roger fingered me in one once, and I did him in a movie theater.”

“Did anyone say anything?” You ask.

“No but we got a few strange looks both times.” She says and straightens up.

You think about it. It is all a fantasy, and you won’t be in a real restaurant. “Ok. I’ll think about it. You’ve given me a couple more ideas.”

That evening, you just eat a salad. You want to focus on the fantasy. In preparation you, set up your toy and lube next to your bed. Your phone is charged up, so even though you will start by using the computer, you can switch to your phone and more easily enjoy yourself, when it’s time.

Soon you read “How was your day?”
You feel butterflies of anticipation in your stomach as you type “It was okay. It’s Friday, are you ready for a sexting fantasy?”

There is a small delay before he responds. “It is Friday. Would you like to ‘go out for dinner’?”

You have your story open in another window. “Yes. I’m wearing a light summer dress. It goes down to my knees. It’s cotton and in a pretty floral pattern. I’m waiting outside of my apartment building for you to pick me up.”

“Because the weather is nice, you see me pull up in a Jeep with the top down.”  

You are a little surprised by this. “You have a Jeep?” you respond.

“Tonight I do. It’s dark green with gold and black trim. I pull up, get out and open the passenger door for you.”

“I walk up, and give you a kiss. What are you wearing?”

“A light blue button up short sleeve shirt, with dark blue slacks. After your kiss, I hold your hand as you step into the Jeep, then close the door.”

“I give you directions to ‘Chez Earnie’, which is a family restaurant. You mentioned fish, steaks, and seafood. They have a little bit of everything.”

“As I drive, I rest my hand on your knee.”

You smile at that, “I adjust the hem of my dress, your hand rests on my bare leg. I’m not wearing stockings or pantyhose.”

“I slowly move my hand up, but then pull my hand away, to better focus on driving.”

“With both your hands on the wheel, I rest my hand on your thigh, slowly moving it closer to your crotch. Teasing you as you drive.” You are glad you aren’t doing this in real life. You would hate to get in a traffic accident.

“I adjust myself in my seat at the traffic light. But don’t remove your hand. ‘How much farther to the restaurant’?”

You think about it. Realistically you would be there by now, so you type “Make that right turn and you’ll see the parking lot and the sign. The building is a small brick and stone building with a patio area for use during good weather.”

“I’ve never been here before. Should we eat out on the patio?”

You look over at your story. You wrote it thinking about the main dining room, but the idea of sitting outside in nice weather sounds so tempting. You shake your head. “Let’s eat inside. The weather is nice but I don’t to worry about bugs.”

“Very well my lovely lady. Whatever you want. I take your hand and escort you into the restaurant.” He types.

You copy and paste parts of your story. Describing the inside of the restaurant. The polite waiter, who waits patiently as you debate over your order. You describe how the tablecloth goes more than halfway to the floor, helping to hide the fact you raised your dress as you sat down. Slowly you rub your bare leg against his pant leg.

“As I take a sip of my water, I place my other hand on your thigh. This time, I’m not driving so I slowly move my hand up along your smooth thigh.”

That wasn’t of your original story, but it is definitely where you want the fantasy to go. You describe the feeling of his hand on your thigh as he moves closer to your crotch. The fabric of your panties is damp, (both in the story and in reality). You write that the waiter brings your food, but you want Bobby to keep his hand where it is. He responds by describing how he moves his fingertips along the wet fabric.

“That feels so good. I cut a piece of my steak, dip it in steak sauce and feed you. You taste the seasonings of their homemade sauce.” You can imagine him teasing you as you feed him. He keeps his hand busy with you as you alternate a forkful of fish with another cube of steak.

“I lean to you and kiss you, so you can taste the steak sauce on my mouth.”

“I kiss you deeper, tasting the sauce and you. I so badly want to finish the meal and go back to my apartment.”

“Waiter, can you give us a ‘doggie bag’ for everything? I think we are done here for the night.”

You quickly type the waiter’s responses and reactions. Bringing a couple of small boxes for the left over steak and fish.

You then describe getting back to the Jeep. Bobby types “As you walk next to me, I rest a hand on your firm ass. I want the waiter and the customers to see how sexy you are.”

He then writes “We climb into the Jeep and drive back to your apartment.”

“Once we are in my apartment, I need you to take the lead for the fantasy from here.”

“I will. I definitely will.”

(This took longer than I planned. I will stop this chapter here and pick up Chapter 7 with “Sexting in the Apartment”. I’m sorry that “Dinner Fantasy took longer than I thought. I could have cut it down, but I like the idea of teasing you and having you asking for more. I’m sorry this one was late, but Chapter 7 will be on time on Friday. I’ll be seeing you.)