Writer's dilemma

[HermesVoice]

*Closed thread*



Jason looked around him at the circle of seventeen forms, sleeping in peaceful bundles. From under one blanket jutted the arm and head of a teddy bear. From another, he could just make out the top of the red-and-white striped tophat, iconic symbol of the iconic Cat that rested peacefully in the embrace of the six-year-old under her woobie. He smiled at this but frowned and rolled his eyes when he noted the Bratz doll laying next to the outstretched hand of another of the girls. Sissy? he mused, searching for the girl’s name in his mind. She was a sweet kid, and in the half-light of the partially darkened classroom, the damned doll – with its make-up and its clothes - looked like a child’s version of a hooker.

“Now who the hell would buy a first grader something like that?” he muttered as he looked down at the substitute plans for the afternoon. He glanced to the clock and put a check mark next to the little box with “Nap time” neatly printed in it. He had fifteen minutes before rousing the kids, but he liked to be squared away. It gave him more time to write.

Or at least that’s what he told himself. At the moment he had nothing TO write.

“Yet another period wasted,” he sighed, opening the school’s web server to check his e-mail … again, he added to himself. Mom would be so happy.

She’d tried to tell him, of course. An MFA in writing wasn’t going to pay his bills. Not that she’d tried to turn him away from writing, exactly: “Being a writer is a WONDERFUL aspiration, sweetie, but making a living at it? How about teaching?”

It was her own career, and her being a teacher was the reason he spent three days a week – those days he didn’t have grad school – in a classroom babysitting kids as a sub. Truth be told, he actually did enjoy babysitting the elementary kids. Wore you out, they did, but they were so damned cute while they did it. High school was okay, too, since, at 22, he could get along well with most of the students. Middle school … well that was something different.

Sifting briefly through his e-mail, he skipped to the most recent. Dinner Tonight it announced. He smiled as he opened it:

Let’s order out: Thai or Mexican. Feeling cuddly … and warm. Sleep-over?

- S

Jason quietly rolled the last word of her e-mail over his tongue several times, feeling a soft twitch in cock as he did so.

Yes please! he fired back. “If only the kids were awake,” he smiled, standing to stretch and preparing to wake the class. He knew the grin plastered to his face would have made them giggle with curiosity.

[ilikeitlikethat18]

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Jenna groaned as she woke up, rolling over, trying to ignore her brother's voice telling her it was time to get up. "Time to shut the fuck up." she muttered, thinking he couldn't hear her. That's when she felt the blanket being yanked off her body. If only she'd been fully clothed. "MATTHEW, YOU FUCKER!" she screamed, pulling the blanket back on. She'd only been wearing boyshorts because it had been hot during the night.

"Whoa, sorry..." he backed out of the room, slamming the door.

"Great." she thought, "Now I'm up." She got out of bed, and put on a white top and plaid skirt. Her school did not have a uniform, she just liked the way it looked on her. As she brushed her hair and put some make-up on, she checked her phone. She already had a text from her mom telling her what time to be home and a short list of chores to do. She was sure it would be longer by the time she got home.

Her dad had wanted her to go to college for business. But Jenna was an artist and a writer. Her dad had told her that wouldn't get her enough money to be happy. Jenna didn't believe money equaled happiness. Her dad had wanted her to marry off into a rich family. Jenna believed in true love and waiting for it.

She could go on and on, but having a jealous, hot-tempered brother didn't help life around the house. So Jenna spent most of her time at school, occasionally out with friends or a boyfriend if she had one, and online at home. Matthew probably thought she was growing pot in her closet for the amount of time she spent on the computer. But she was usually writing or editing photographs. Recently she'd gotten the idea of joining some kind of forum or chat group that focused on photography or writing. One of her friends had gotten a small job that way and she was thinking about checking the website out. She had the link in her email.

Jenna's mom had left when Jenna was very young, and in 2008, Jenna's father had died in a freak accident, or so it was reported. He had been a very powerful businessman, who seemed to do anything he needed to do to stay on top, including interfere with others' businesses. It was quite probable that he had actually been murdered in "revenge" for ruining someone's business.

So Matthew took care of Jenna. Sort of. She really was quite independent, and since Matthew worked long hours and Jenna had school and an occasional job, they each kept to themselves. It might not have been the most optimum situation, but Matthew and Jenna had grown apart since their father's death and hadn't quite learned to do anything but cope. Neither of them wanted to talk about it, to each other, or anyone else.

She got in the car with Matthew, not looking at him, dragging her backpack into the space near her feet. "Don't say a word. Just drive me the fuck to school." he managed to bite his lip and keep quiet all the way to school. He leaned over and opened her door for her when they got there. "See ya." she shot out of there like a rubberband, catching up with her friends near the stairs leading up to the school.

She hugged her best friend Maddy, and they walked in together. Maddy was apparently having her own rock day, wearing tight black jeans, a rock t-shirt and her hair was messy and dyed purple and black. "Sexy." she smiled as they walked into homeroom. She was lucky enough to have the same homeroom as most of her close friends. Her phone beeped as they sat down. She glanced at it,

"Hey baby girl...what are you doing tonight?" It was her boyfriend, Scott. Scott was a really good guy, maybe not serious relationship materiel, but definitely a sweet guy who really cared about her,

"Going out with you, obviously." Her body tingled. Scott was a rare man who enjoyed getting girls off more than receiving sexual pleasure, and any time he could, he made sure Jenna got off, and got off hard. She bit her bottom lip at his next text,

"Wanna sleep over tonight? "

"Yeah...that would be...great. Class, gtg." Scott was 20, two years Jenna's senior. As she thought about him, the teacher came in to take roll.

[HermesVoice]

Jason hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep in front of his own computer. He’d gotten little rest the night before, trading sleep in a desperate attempt to compose some thoughts for the paper he had to submit on Tennyson’s “Tithonus.” When the sub call came at 5:30 AM, he’d seriously considered turning it down, but money was money, and his apartment had to be paid for. (He’d sworn long before that he’d never return to living with his folks, and now he’d be damned if something as unimportant as sleep would interfere with that particular freedom.)

And so he’d babysat the first graders at Neil Armstrong Elementary.
And so he’d arrived home exhausted.
And so he’d drifted off, supposedly monitoring the university’s “writing help” chatroom (another source of income, minor though it might be).

When he awoke, it was to a raging erection and his girlfriend Sara kneeling between his knees, still dressed in her office “uniform” of skirt and sweater. She had his cock out of his shorts and was lightly stroking it, looking up at him. “Hi,” she whispered with a sly grin. She’d obviously been watching him, waiting for him to drift up from his dreams.

Jason smiled in reply. “Hey, beautiful. That’s …” She pulled a long groan from him as she ran one long fingernail down the bottom of his cock, dragging it slowly and lightly from head to balls. “Oh my God .... That’s a really nice way to wake up,” he murmured when she paused, beaming up at him a smile that would light Madison Square Garden.

“You like that?” she asked quietly, pausing only long enough to run her finger over the pink of her tongue before running it back up his length.

Jason was finding it hard to be coherent. “Oh shit …” he whispered, trying to articulate any thought that didn’t sound hopelessly enraptured. “Did you … ummm … think about …dinner …?”

Sara looked up at him, her eyes going wide and utterly innocent in their dark glory. “Gosh, no mister!” she sighed, putting on the little-girl-lost voice that she damn well knew drove him crazy. “I’m sure I don’t know WHAT I want …”

With the words, she got exactly what Jason knew she expected. He shot out of his chair and pulled her roughly up to him. “Good thing I do,” he growled before lifting her into his arms to carry her, giggling, into his bedroom.

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“Oh God, I love this stuff,” Sara sighed greedily before digging into the steaming box of pad thai. They’d ordered out, Sara paying the delivery kid, a teen whose eyes had gone wide as saucers when she opened the door in nothing but one of Jason’s button-down shirts and pink panties. At Jason’s age, Sara loved to play even though she was far more the responsible of the two, having taken her degree directly from undergrad school into business. It was her playfulness that dragged his attention across the noisy room of the pub where they’d met, and it was her playfulness that led him into eating Thai food in bed, the sheets scattered all around them.

“Fucking love it,” she said again, indelicately seizing several pieces of the food in the pincers of her chopsticks before depositing them neatly in her mouth.

“Of course you do,” Jason chuckled. Rather than taking his own food, he watched Sara close her eyes blissfully before leaning back into the pillows of his bed. He adored watching her do anything, and he thought now (as he had many times before) that if someone would pay him for the job, he’d happily do nothing but look at Sara for the rest of his life. In a puckish mood, he interrupted her quiet food reverie. “You love it ‘cause it’s in your blood.”

Her eyes shot open and she narrowed them fiercely at him. They locked stares for a few bare seconds before Sara burst into a fit of giggling.

“My family’s Japanese, you asshole,” she said, poking him playfully in the ribs with the cheap bamboo chopsticks that had come with the Thai.

“Oooohhhh,” he said shifting away from her attack with a laugh. “Sorry ‘bout that.” Picking up a box, he poked around in it meditatively for a few minutes before adding, “You people all look alike to me.”

He continued to peer hard into the curry, studiously ignoring her gasp of mock outrage, barely suppressing the mirth that so desperately wanted expression. He heard her put down her own food, but before he had time to register her shift in the soft fullness of the bed, Sara had pounced onto his stomach, shoving him flat on his back. They lay that way for a full, quiet minute … long enough for Sara to stretch back a little, allowing to fall open the shirt she’d unbuttoned before climbing back into bed, delivery bag in hand. Allowing Jason the time to hungrily take in the slim contours of her breasts and belly. Allowing him time to recognize what she already knew: how much he wanted her.

The curry balanced precariously on his chest until Sara pried it gently from his fingers.

“Silly boy,” she purred, while leaning forward to place the box carefully on the nightstand by Jason’s head. Her upper body now lay along his, her breasts pressed to his own bare chest. “Thai girls don’t do what I do,” she breathed into his ear before shifting down, her lips going lightly to his throat while her hand slipped down between them to his now painfully hard cock.

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Jenna went through the day so distracted that she wondered if she even went to all the correct classes. Scott had that effect on her, he was like a drug and once she got a taste of it, it was all she could think about. But she managed to keep up with whatever the teachers were saying, take notes, answer all the questions correctly (hopefully) on the quizzes they were given throughout the day, and keep up with conversations with her friends,

"Dude, did you see the new PE Teacher? DAMN is he fine." her friend Kelly said.

"I have a boyfriend...and that's GROSS!" she exclaimed, "Mr. Stevens is NOT HOT!"

"Glad to know how you feel, Ms. Ellison." she whirled around and there was Mr. Stevens, smirking. She blushed and looked down,

"Oh, my god...I...uh..."

"No worries! I know I'm not...HOT!" he joked, walking off. Jenna sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"You guys suck." They walked out to the front of the school, where Scott was waiting in his Audi TT. She kissed Kelly's cheek and got in the passenger seat of Scott's car, leaning over to kiss him deeply, nipping his lower lip as she pulled away, carressing his cheek.

"Whoa, hey baby."

"Mm...can we just get some ice cream and forget going out tonight?" she licked her lips, "I've missed you...and I don't know how smart it is for us to be out in public for several hours.

"FUCK yeah!" he laughed and pulled out of the parking lot. He drove faster than he normally did, glancing over at her occasionally only to see that she had unbuttoned her top all the way down to her bra, her beautiful pale cleavage on display. "Fuck, baby girl." he swerved a little, running his right hand over her tits, squeezing gently. He pulled into the parking lot of Coldstone, "Come on, you." They got out of the car and as they walked into the store, he spanked her ass lightly, squeezing it as he pulled his hand away. "God, you have a great ass." he hugged her fom behind, kissing the back of her neck. "And I love you...don't forget."

Scott ordered chocolate mint chip in a cup and Jenna got strawberry in a cone. As they sat down, she ran her tongue around the edge, trying to not let it drip, but unintentionally teasing Scott. "Damnit." he muttered, taking another spoonful as Jenna worked her cone with her tongue, now purposely teasing him a little.

"You better suck my cock when we get home, you bad little girl." he whispered to her as she licked and nibbled her ice cream. She just grinned her cute little smile at him and he smiled back, rubbing his hand through her hair. They finished their ice cream, and she wiped her mouth with a napkin as they left the store.

Scott sped to his house, burning rubber as he turned into the driveway. "Rushing somewhere?" she said, lounging in her seat.

"Get out." he reached across the car, grabbed her and pulled her out, carrying her all the way up to the front door. "I love you, oh God, do I love you." he kissed her neck over and over, pushing her hair aside as he pushed open the front door, slamming it behind them.

"No, stop!" she squealed. She and Scott played this game sometimes, the force game. She said no, but it really meant yes...and it didn't matter anyways. Scott took what he wanted. "No! DON'T!" she yelled as he unbuttoned and pulled off her top, leaning down to kiss her beautiful tits, squeezing through her bra. "Stop it!" she yanked at his hair, only fueling the fire.

"WATCH IT." he barked, grabbing her wrists with one hand and sliding his hand into her skirt with the other, cupping her ass through her panties. "Uhhhh..." he groaned, squeezing roughly. She couldn't help but soak her panties a little bit.

"No...no. Lemme go! Lemmeeee GOOOO." she squealed. Scott lived alone, and she had learned long ago that they could be as loud as they wanted. Scott grabbed her ass hard with one hand, and pulled her bra off with the other.

"Shut up, Jenna. I know you want this." He pulled her by the hand to his bedroom, and set her down on the bed, on her stomach, then pulled her onto her hands and knees. He yanked his pants and shirt off, standing in only his boxers, with a cock so hard it strained against the thin cotton. He got on the bed behind her, grinding his boxer-clad cock into her little skirt, cupping her tits from behind. Even though the two hadn't had sex, Scott got off on doing this to her, making her feel dirty and used...and she couldn't say she hated it.

"Oh, no...." she whispered. "Stop, please." he pulled her skirt down to her thighs. She moaned.

"Yeah, baby...you love it. And I love these panties you have on." he leaned down and pushed her to her stomach, pulling the skirt fully off and kissing the bottom of her ass cheeks not covered by the panties.

And they were only just getting started...

[HermesVoice]

Jason reached over to the nightstand to check his watch. In the darkness and groggy, he had no idea how close his hand was to the box of curry that had been forgotten there hours before. It was only the soft “plop” of its contents hitting the carpet that fully awakened him.

“Ah fuck!” he swore without thinking. He remembered only then that Sara sleeping next to him, but with the thought came the comforting recognition of familiar lovers: his girlfriend could sleep through a hurricane. He froze anyway (just in case) but smiled and pulled back the crumpled sheets when he heard her continue softly snoring next to him. He wanted to work and finally felt like he might be able to write, but he paused before he left the comfortable warmth of her body. Swiveling to gaze at her, he surrendered to the irrisistable temptation to run one finger down the skin of her bare shoulder. The moon, rising high and three-quarters full, peered through the slots of the venetian blinds in his bedroom window, and, clothed in these soft ribbons of silver, his girlfriend looked almost ethereal to him.

Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals / From any pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,… The lines came unbidden to his mind –leftovers from his earlier consideration of Tennyson’s poem, but Jason couldn’t help but be struck at their emergence here, in this moment .. and Sara-as-Eos was a conceit he loved in the quiet stillness of the night. How long he sat there, stroking her hair, he couldn’t tell. In the end, it was the increasingly potent smell of cumin that dragged him out of bed and into the kitchen to find a rag that he could use to clean up the mess.

When he finally sat down in front of his keyboard, he saw it was only 1 AM. “Plenty of night left,” he muttered to himself, calling up his paper. On a whim he checked the university’s chatroom, but finding no one with a question, he flipped instead to a site one of the girls in his grad program had recommended. He thought the name of the site pretty stupid. (Words-worth.com??? he’d laughed when the girl, Tina, had dropped the name on him.)

Still, it was a good little community, and he could burn off a lot of time there, which is exactly what he wanted to do now.

If only the damned paper wasn’t hanging over his head …

Jason sighed, went to the kitchen for a beer and returned to Tennyson, keeping one eye on Words-worth in case one of his friends showed up.

[ilikeitlikethat18]

"Whoa, babe. That was so good." Scott groaned, laying back on the bed after pulling his boxers and pants back on. He pulled Jenna into his side, letting his arm sling over her shoulders as they stared at the ceiling. She knew he'd be out within ten minutes. He was a quick and heavy sleeper, especially after he came. And he had DEFINITELY came. They both had.

"Mmm, it was good for me too." she grinned and looked at him. He was a gorgeous guy, and she could see the smile on his full lips. Scott stretched as he got comfortable, and her eyes shifted to his chest and stomach. "Have you been working out more?" she slid her hand up and down his stomach.

"Babe..." he grumbled, grabbing her hand. "Don't do that, you know it gets me worked up."

"Uh huh..." she leaned over, kissing his neck softly and pulled her hand away from Scott's, sliding it down across his hips.

"Babe!" he said it gruffly this time, rolling over on top of her, pinning her down. "I told you not to do that....and God, help me...it's hot when you don't do what I tell you to."

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Jenna woke up at 12:30, knowing she was awake for awhile. That happened to her when she fell asleep too early. She looked over at Scott, who was sleeping on his side, his arm tucked under the pillow as usual. She slid out of the bed, leaned over to plant a soft kiss on his lips, which didn't wake him, of course. She wrapped the sheet around her and tiptoed into the living room where the computer was, sitting down and typing in the password. Once the computer had properly loaded, she opened Firefox and logged into her email.

As she browsed through her new messages, she noticed the email from her friend, with the link to the writing community online... words-worth.com?? She laughed. She hadn't remembered that it was such a lame name. She shrugged and opened the link, registering under "sexyginger". Although she normally wasn't into names like that online, she thought it might spice things up, make things a little more interesting, since she didn't know any of the people in real life anyways.

She started to browse the different sections of the forum, reading a few posts, but mostly getting a feel for titles and the kinds of things these people were talking about. She didn't see much of anyone online, so after posting a quick intro into a few different places on the site, she opened a new tab for Facebook and played around on there, but occasionally checked back to the forum, seeing if anyone had written to her or replied on the boards.

[HermesVoice]

Jason banged his head three times against the cracked linoleum tabletop. He found it therapeutic at 3 AM, when he had an essay due in five hours and couldn’t piece together the thoughts to complete the task. He looked over – for the ninth time - the first lines of his conclusion:

To say that Tithonus has grown too old for the titan Eos misses the point entirely. Rather, he has grown beyond his lover. The things he held dear for her sake have paled in comparison to what he has learned about his own mortality, and as so often, with enlightenment comes pain. The nature of this couple

The cursor blinked insistently at the end of the unfinished sentence.

“The nature of this couple … “ he growled softly, repeating the words aloud, tapping a pencil against the side of the long-empty beer bottle, searching for the something that was missing.

“The nature of the marriage of goddess and poet …" he began again. "The nature of … of …ah shit!” He finally surrendered, hurling the pencil across the room, considering doing the same with the laptop.

“Fuck it.”

Collapsing against the hard wooden back of the kitchen chair, he went over potentially acceptable excuses for his prof. He’d already used “death-of-a-loved-one” and “computer-crash” on papers about Mill and Darwin. The thought crossed his mind that he might be entirely honest, and he smirked over the image of Dr. Notting’s scowl when he, Jason, reported: “Well my girlfriend came over and she’s WAY hotter than any Victorian lit, so we just fucked around all evening.”

There was some satisfaction to be gained from that thought but certainly not from the “F” that would be its result and, he had little doubt, the lecture he’d have to hear from his graduate advisor. He briefly considered crawling back into bed with Sara, pulling the covers over his head, and waking her in the same way she’d done for him earlier. It brought a broad smile to his face, but he knew he dared not consider it long. Much as he adored her, Sara was his favorite distraction. What he needed instead was inspiration.

“’A muse,’ Jason mused,” he giggled aloud, sleep deprivation and stress finally moving him to punch-drunk hilarity.

HEEEEELLLLLLP!!!! he typed onto the university board, and then firing the same message across Words-worth. I NEED A FUCKING MUSE!!!!!

Apparently none stay up this late, he sighed to himself, noting that none of his usual writing friends were awake and on the site. He’d hoped that at least Claire Schmidt - who shared the purgatory that was Notting’s “Victorian Lit and Ideas” - would still be up and fighting through her essay. She was more a plodder than an inspired and inspirational thinker, but hell, he wasn’t really picky tonight. All he needed was the right word, for Christ’s sake.

He checked the time again, only to find it now read 3:06, time itself now apparently conspiring to madden him. With a groan he pushed himself up and headed toward the kitchen to put some coffee on.

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Jenna laughed as she browsed through some PM's on the website she had recieved. Some were cute, asking her about her school or her writing, some were downright inappropriate, asking if her carpet matched her drapes...her being a hot ginger and all...but then as she exited her PM's, she opened the "New Users" forum section, and went down through the different posts.

One especially caught her eye, labeled "HELP!" in all caps... Hmm...I wonder who else is up this damn late...besides me. And all I'm doing is fucking around! She had other tabs open with Farmville, a stupid little Facebook game, and even some writing she was doing in another tab. In a 4th tab, she had an online poetry book that she was reading and in a 5th, an assignment she wa supposed to be working on.

She opened the thread and read someone's desperate request for a muse. She smirked. She had been known to inspire men once in a while. She assumed the poster was a man, but you could never be sure these days on the internet. Jenna was about to reply to the user, when she got a better idea. She went back to the forum section and clicked on her intro thread, "bumping" it to the top of the forum section by adding a new post to it.

"HELP!" she titled it, giggling and biting her lower lip, "I'M TOO INSPIRING. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! MY BOYFRIENDS KEEP NICKNAMING ME 'MUSE'! WHAT DO I DO? -Hot Ginger." she laughed, posting it.

I just have the best sense of humor... she mused, then added to herself, And so modest, too.

[HermesVoice]

Mug in hand, Jason padded back to the laptop, the soft electric blue of the screen lighting his way from kitchen through living room. The coffee, his first cup knocked back in one long swallow, had helped his mood immensely. Either that or it was basically flipping the bird at the whole goddamned essay. He wasn’t sure which and he didn’t care at the moment. Dawn was only about an hour away, and he was far more interested in noodling about with his own poetry than analyzing some dead Brit’s. He hauled down the bottle of Sambuca he kept on a shelf above his desk and poured himself a healthy dose. (“Greases the synapses,” he’d assured Sara on the many occasions she eyed the bottle skeptically. “Show me the writer who wasn’t a drunkard, and I’ll show you a shitty writer.” Most often this earned him a derisive snort followed by his girlfriend standing next to him, her own glass in hand. God, she was great that way.)

Sitting in front of the screen, he recalled seeing one of his buddy’s poems up as a work in progress and decided to have a peek at it. It was only when he’d jumped to the Main Forums that he noted the screaming header in the New User forum. It had been posted twenty minutes earlier, so the fact that it still stood at the top might be a minor miracle … or a testament to the emptiness of the boards at this hour.

“Hmph. Looks like it’s just you and me, alone in the wee hours of the pre-dawn …” he squinted at his screen, reading the small type of the poster’s username. “Oh you’ve GOT to be kidding me!” he sniggered when he read it. “Hot Ginger??? Someone needs to point this girl to Literotica or some such shit.”

Nevertheless, Jason had to admit, his interest was piqued. Newbies often showed up for help, but they usually didn’t advertise it in such bold terms. She’s either got style or she’s some desperate high schooler trying to make like an adult and play in the deep end of the pool, he thought as he opened her post.

“Now what the fuck …” he breathed as he read through the girl’s post. On his second reading, he burst out laughing. On the third he merely chuckled, cocking one eyebrow at the post. “A’ight, newb, welcome to the boards. Let’s see what you’ve got, ‘Ginger,’” he muttered as he typed in reply.

Great to see the divinities working overtime. Coulda’ used you 45 minutes ago … BEFORE I threw my desktop out my window, but no one ever accused the gods of being kind or timely. Please expect my usual sacrificial offering to be late.

PS – A BOYFRIEND??? What happened to the good old days when the immortals simply stole the humans they wanted, used them for cheap sex, and moved on? Sheesh! Just my luck getting stuck with a born-again muse.

PPS – Seriously: welcome to Word, Ginger. It’s a cool place. Hope to see ya ‘round in your writer’s incarnation.

-JJ

Jason considered waiting up for a reply, but he finally felt like he might get another hour’s sleep if he hit it immediately. “Must be the laughter,” he yawned as he crept back into the bedroom. “Guess I owe her that much.”

Slipping under the sheets, he curled next to Sara, wrapping her in his arms. He smiled to hear her sigh in her sleep. “’Night, beautiful,” he whispered.

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Jenna clicked off of the Forum tab for quite a while, browsing through the poetry book she had been reading for weeks now, as well as putting a little bit of work into her assignment, doing some online research on the given sites. She found herself perplexed at some point, though, and blamed it on the time. It was, in fact, very late. She yawned at that, wondering if there was some psychological thing to yawning.

After closing the Farmville tab, (Well, technically, after harvesting all of her wheat and trees...) she closed all of her research tabs and saved the documents she was writing for her assignment. Then she closed her school email tab. She was now left with poetry, Facebook, and oh, the forum, of course. She shrugged, opening it.

She glanced down at a new post on the New Users Forum....of course, it had to be from the "desperate plea" man. The one looking for his muse.

"All my fucking luck, he's the only one online." she laughed to herself. Then she saw what he'd written.

"OH, FUCK YOU!" then she re-read it, "Oh, whatever...you prick..." she set out to type her comeback, before she was too tired to do so. "Love you, too." she muttered as she typed a response.

"JJ-

I would tell you that you should punish me for my timing, but hey, who said I was going to be your muse!? You just assumed I'm now at your beck and call? Hmph!

Ps. Oh, my bad. I thought that's what we called "boyfriends" and "girlfriends" these days. My confusion.

PPS. Thank you! You're oh so kind. Well, better than the guy who asked if my carpet matches my drape. And, believe it or not, I'm a real Ginger. That shoulda been my name.... *ponders*

-REALGinger."

Feeling good with herself, she clicked post, and after it had officially posted on the site, she yawned again, closing the whole browser and then turning off the computer, dragging herself back to the bedroom. She crawled in the bed, where Scott turned over and draped his arm around her. "Mmmm..." he mumbled into her hair. "You smell nice." he whispered, falling back asleep as she too, let her dreams take over reality.

[HermesVoice]

Jason awoke to the sound of the shower and the smell of chai. A steaming mug sat on his nightstand next to his watch. He didn’t need to check the latter to know it was 7:00. Like him, Sara had to be out the door by eight, but she liked to crawl out of bed early and take her mornings slow. Hopping out of bed, Jason padded to the bathroom and quietly opened the door. She was humming, her contralto bouncing lightly off the tiles, something vaguely reminiscent of Liz Fraser. Jason didn’t stop to admire her voice, choosing instead to quickly strip off his boxers and pull the curtain aside.

“Knock, knock,” he grinned. Sara was gloriously nude, her slender body streaked with lather and her hair falling in a single long, sable crest down one shoulder. She started, then smiled before punching him lightly.

“You’re letting all the steam out, jerk. Please get your ass in here if you’re getting in.”

“Oh, I’m totally getting in,” Jason chuckled as he stepped into the spray and pulled her into his arms. The kiss was languid and slow, the warm water falling over them both while Jason slid his hand down her back to cup her ass, pulling her more tightly to him. “Let’s fool around,” he whispered conspiratorially when Sara finally slipped away from his arms.

She bit her lip. “Can’t. I’ve got a presentation today.”

“Be late.” Jason pressed her against the wall of the shower. “I’ll write you a note.”

She mewled in frustration as he ran his fingers between her legs, taking her lips to his again. “Be late,” he insisted again, but Jason knew now he didn’t need to. With the certain knowledge of her surrender, he pressed the length of his body to Sara’s, and, reaching between them, he took his cock and guided it against her. Pressing its hardness to her, beginning to split her lips, he heard her gasp, “I’m not sure, Jayce …”

In answer, he simply thrust hard up and into her. When she bit his shoulder with a grunt, Jason knew she would leave only when he was done with her. Doesn’t matter, he thought in a red haze. He didn’t intend to take much time. Seeing Sara there, innocent and vulnerable in the shower, had ignited his wilder lusts. “Lovemaking” was out. He was going to claim her, mark her as his own, and send her off to work with his scent and his seal. The kisses on her throats became bites as he began pounding his girlfriend hard against the wall, her legs now wrapped tightly around his hips, her weight entirely suspended between the warmth of the shower wall and Jason’s arms.

Jason heard her gasps become shorter, interspersed with short, piteous whimpers as he abused the tightness of her cunt, wrenching himself almost entirely out her warmth before drilling his full length back into her, over and over again. When he felt her lithe body begin to shudder under his hands, her leg muscles spasming his hips tightly to her, and her cunt squeezing down on him, he gave out a cry, pumping string after string of cum into her while Sara merely gave herself over to a long, low moan rising from deep in her throat.

Afterward, when he’d let her down and they each grew more steady on their feet, Sara reached for the bar of soap. Jason stopped her with a word. “You look great,” he said taking her into his arms again, commanding quietly, “I want you to go in like you are.”

She looked up at him, reading his eyes and said quietly, “Okay.”

After toweling her in long, luxurious strokes, he left Sara to dress while he toasted a couple of bagels for them, brewing another round of chai while he was at it, although in truth the drink was Sara’s favorite, not his. He would have liked a strong cup of coffee but figured he could stop to get one on the way into school.

“You know,” she said with a playful pout as they quickly ate the bagels, “Your cum is still coming out of me into my panties.”

“Good,” he said smiling at her before opening his laptop. “I like the idea of me with you all day. Don’t you?” Sara took his hand in answer, squeezing it briefly before getting up to leave. “Coming back tonight?”

“Can’t. Work to do. The presentation is over three days, so I’m gonna’ need to phone conference with a couple people tonight.”

Jason sighed but didn’t bother to protest. Sara was adamant about making sure sleepovers were only that. She understood – probably better than himself, Jason had to admit – that neither of them was ready for a real commitment. Neither had a doubt such a day would arrive, but it was Sara who had the good sense (“pure business savvy” she often said) not to leap too soon. If the decision was left to Jason’s unbridled passions and whims, she’d likely be moving in tonight.

“’Bye, handsome,” she said with a smile, giving him a last lingering kiss before turning to leave. “I’ll give you a call tonight.”

In the quiet lull of her departure, Jason scanned though his e-mail. He had to leave in a few minutes himself, but he had time for this at least. I’ll think of something stupid to tell Notting on the way to school, he promised himself, and then found himself brought up short.

“Oh come ON,” he groaned, bringing his mug down hard on the table. The chai that sloshed out went unnoticed as Jason read for a second time the girl – “Ginger”’s – reply. “Are you for real, honey?”

He knew he shouldn’t let his anger guide his responses on-line (“Keep your tongue and keep your friends,” his mother would say), but the anger in her own post was impossible to ignore. Here he’d tried to welcome the girl with a bit of friendly joking, and she bites his head off for his trouble. He had no doubt “Ginger” was a complete neurotic (“Probably some fifty-something hausfrau,” he smirked aloud) and so deserved a lengthy response, but he had no time for that.

“Anyway: brevity, wit and all that,” he muttered as he typed his response. When he finished, he simply snet it, grabbed his jacket and left, the message on Words-worth still glowing on his laptop:

REAL,

My mistake. Most muses I’ve known have been helpful, not to mention pretty easy when it came to providing … ahem … “inspiration” for men. Clearly, you’re special.

PS – If abducting him, using him for cheap sex, and then moving on is your definition of a “boyfriend,” I can’t help but pity your current one … and maybe I should be asking for your phone number.

PPS – This explains a lot. Every red I’ve known has been psychotic.

Much love,

JJ

[ilikeitlikethat18]

OOC: Sorry for the delay.

IC

Jenna woke up to intense pleasure, which she had thought was coming from her dream, where she'd been having sex with Scott. Even though she was a virgin, she had these intense, realistic dreams quite often. "Uhhh..." she moaned, slowly opening her eyes and glancing down. Scott was under the blanket, his hands and mouth exploring her now-wet pussy. She pulled the blanket off of him, wanting to see his face. Her nipples had hardened at the discovery that Scott was in between her legs, rather than just in her dream. "Oh, God...you're the most incredible boyfriend, sweetie..." she whispered as he rubbed his hands up and down her inner thighs, down to grab her ass roughly and continue his tongue's assault on her pussy lips, teasing her clit. She slid a hand through his thick hair, moaning.

"I love you, J." She knew she wasn't going to last long...she was always horny when she woke up from those sex dreams. But Scott continued his slow, delicious teasing, sliding his tongue across her clit, then down her slit to her tight hole, slipping his tongue inside her, slowly fucking her with it, then using his finger to rub up and down her slit...

"Oh, please." she whimpered, pulling at his hair. That caused him a little bit of pain, which made his finger slip inside her. She groaned loudly, her hips rising a little. He slid it out and in, his eyes meeting hers. She was so tight, and it felt so good...she clenched around his finger as his mouth closed around her clit, lashing at it with his tongue and stopping every few seconds to suck at it. She was in heaven...he was being a little rough with her pussy and she didn't even mind.

His finger slid deeper, curling, before starting to fuck in and out faster and harder. He knew just how to push her higher and higher, while keeping her on the edge. His mouth and tongue still pleasured her clit as he made her writhe and moan. His other hand let go of her ass to push down on her hip. "Stop." she'd been trying to pull her hips away from him, trying to stop the intense pleasure coming from his finger and mouth. "Just let me make you feel good." he whispered, his eyes meeting hers as he went back to eating her, his finger moving even faster now.

Her breathing got heavier, her moans got shorter and louder, whimpers now mixed in. "I...I'm...gonna..." she bit her lip as he slid another finger in with the first. That was enough for her. She started to cum, moaning his name in one long, breathy moan as he slid his fingers out, replacing them with his mouth. She came all over his mouth, her hips bucking into him, and he drank her juices like they were a godly drink. When she'd opened her eyes and came down a little, he slid up her body, grinning. She gave him a deep kiss, sucking at his tongue lightly. "Mmmm."

"God, that's hot, baby girl." He squeezed a nipple, causing her pussy to tighten. He winked at her. "Good wake up?"

"Fuck yes." she said, smiling. Her whole body felt relaxed.

"Good. Now get up. Or you're gonna be late. I'm already late for a meeting, but sh...I wanted to be." he got up, and went into the bathroom. Jenna put her panties back on, loving how they felt over her wet pussy. She got dressed, and fixed her hair and make-up, kissing Scott as he came out of the shower. "Love you."

"Love you too, Scotty." She had already texted her friend, asking for a ride to school from Scott's, instead of her own house. She heard the honk, indicating her friend had arrived. "Gotta go. Stacey is here." He nodded, kissing her again.

"See you soon?" she grinned,

"If you're LUCKY!" before he could grab her again, she ran out the front door, shutting it behind her. She walked down the steps and out to Stacey's car. "Hey."

"You bad girl!" she exclaimed, pulling out of the driveway and onto the street. Jenna just shrugged. Stacey and Jenna chatted until they got to school, where Jenna got out and thanked Stacey quickly. Jenna had earlier homeroom than Stacey did. She was running through the mostly-empty halls until she ran smack into someone, falling back onto her ass.

"Ahhh...." she moaned, rubbing her head.

"Whoa, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." she whispered. He grabbed her hand, pulling her up.

"I feel like a jackass, but I'm gonna be late. And I've had so many lates this year that if I get any more, I'm gonna get expelled." With that, he shrugged and took off in the opposite direction. She shook her head, walking into her own homeroom, barely in time for the bell to ring. The teacher glared at her, but no more.

*****************************

At the end of the day, Jenna felt "saved by the bell". The day had just gotten worse and worse, so when she heard the final bell, she felt relief. She gathered up her things and got a ride home on the bus. As soon as she got home, she put her books down in her room, and checked her email. She had a few things, but most importantly, a reply from that jackass on the writing site. She logged in, reading his reply.

"What NERVE." she hissed, leaning close to the screen to read the slightly colored words. "You prick." She hit reply, and typed in what she felt was an appropriate response.

"JJ-

I'm 'special' because I'm not easy? Well, thanks. What a compliment. And I'm sorry I'm not living up to the standards of the other muses you've had. I'm assuming you found them on a street corner, somewhere you will never find me. Sorry to disappoint.

PS-Those were your words, not mine. I personally don't even bother abducting. I just use them, tied to their own beds. Works really well when you whip out the rope. They never expect it to be used on them....

As if I'd give you my number, muses only work on the internet for "nice" guys like yourself. I wouldn't dare chance that you could track my number and come hunt me down. And when I say hunt, I do mean it.

PPS – Oh? Guess this is a new one for you. Me not being crazy and all.

Kisses,
Red."

Jenna sat back, boiling inside. Even after her comeback, she still felt pissed off. She walked to the bathroom to take a hot shower. Maybe that would help her cool off a little.

[HermesVoice]

“I give up,” Jason sighed in exasperation. He sat with three friends in one darkened corner of the campus Starbucks. All had their laptops open. Three were busily typing. Jason had stopped when he saw the latest post from what looked to becoming a nemesis on – of all places – a writer’s board.

“What?” It was Denis who responded first. Jason noted that his friend didn’t bother to look up from the short story he was polishing for his fiction workshop. Still, Denis was the only one of his friends who’d actually replied. Clair (who had finished her essay on Tennyson days earlier and had been happily partying last night while he, Jason, tore his hair out) was already working through Notting’s next assignment. Her sister Amy sat next to her doing God-only-knew-what. (An undergrad sophomore, Amy Schmidt was far more concerned with celebrating her freedom from their parents’ rigid discipline than she was with anything academic. Still, she was Claire’s little sister, and, Jason admitted, very easy on the eyes. He knew for a fact that Denis had been trying hard to get in her pants for months now, still without luck so far as Jason knew. He also knew himself well enough to know that if it wasn’t for Sara, he’d be muscling his way into the younger Schmidt girl’s attention.)

“Just this girl on Words-worth,” Jason replied. “She’s fucking mental.”

“Hot Ginger,” Claire said, stopping her typing and looking over the rim of her glasses with a knowing smirk. She didn’t wait for his surprised look before going on. “I saw your little exchanges before I came in today.”

“I don’t even know why you guys go to that site,” chirped Amy. “It sucks. Bigtime.”

Jason almost laughed as he watched Denis glance sideways at her, wondering how he might make use of this comment to advance himself in the petite blonde’s affections. Claire simply cruised past her kid sister’s commentary. “I thought her first comment was kind of cute, Jayce. Couldn’t see why you got all up on her for it.”

“Wait! What?” Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing from Claire. They’d been friends since high school, and he knew she’d carried a torch for him through undergrad school, before she met her current boyfriend. Her loyalty was unquestioned, so how in God’s name could she sit there and …

“How in God’s name can you sit there and suggest that I’m the problem here?” he ground out. “I put up some dumb message that required no reply from anyone, and this complete newbie who doesn’t know me from Jack-shit decides she’s going to join the conversation-that-wasn’t? Come on, Claire! Gimme a break!”

“No, Jayce. She’s right.” It was Amy. Her curiosity for all things social was unbounded. He should have guessed that she would jump to the website the instant Jason’s back went up. She was scanning through the exchange of posts now. “It’s kinda’ cute …. Then you went and pissed her off with your reply. Serves you right for being snide.” With a click of her pinkie, Jason knew she’d already left Words-worth and the conversation. No doubt back to FarmVille, he sniffed to himself. Her comment did, however, have the effect of pulling Denis away from his screen.

“What’s going on?”

“Jayce has a new girlfriend on Words-worth,” Claire grinned wickedly. “Go look.”

Jason stood at her words. “Okay. Know what? I’m getting another coffee. You want anything Denis? Amy?” Claire’s sister waved vaguely at him, which Jason took for a negative. Denis had immersed himself in scrutinizing his screen having, no doubt, jumped to the writer’s site. “Don’t ask,” Jason smiled at Claire. “Get your own damn coffee.”

It became clear to him that he’d have to live with Claire’s crowing, at least until the game got old for her. Served him right for bringing it up … and the worst of it was he couldn’t figure out why THIS message and THIS poster were sticking so deeply in his craw. He chewed on it as he threaded his way back to the table. Denis was looking up, clearly waiting for his arrival.

“She’s fucking psycho, bro.” Denis ignored Claire’s snorted laugh and went on. “That first post was like she was stalking you or something. Bad news,” he finished, shaking his head.

Jason knew he should have felt better, but truth to tell, Denis’s votes of confidence were rather like Amy’s: they didn’t give you much confidence.

“Okay, well I’m gonna’ end this here,” here he said sitting down while flipping up the screen of his laptop. “It’s moronic and I’m done talking about it.” Without looking up, Jason could feel Claire’s victory grin even while he typed what he hoped was his last reply to “REAL, Hot, whatever-the-fuck-else” Ginger. Words-worth was a good site where people got along and where there was little drama. With any luck the girl would just go away.

Ginger,

My mistake. Keep your inspiration and your rope, and best of luck.

-JJ

He sent it and looked up. Claire’s grin hadn’t left her face but a subtle sneakiness had entered it while she read his reply on-line. “Funny you didn’t tell her to keep her number, Jayce,” she offered with mock innocence.

“Oh, bite me,” he laughed. “We still doing the Words-worth meet next Friday?”

To Claire’s nod he stood and grabbed his gear. “Do me a favor and post the notice? Gotta run and talk to Notting about the paper-that-ain’t.”

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Jenna was still sitting at the computer, working on some essays for school, and creative writing for a site she was a part of when she got the notification of a new reply on words-worth. She clicked open a new tab and went to the thread.

"Oh no, you didn't!" she was furious that he did that, probably just to piss her off. She was about to reply when a new thread caught her eye. There was a words-worth meet at a local club next Friday. She wasn't going to say anything about that to this jerk, JJ, though. She was going to go, and it was going to be without warning. She liked making a big entrance. She actually knew the bouncer at that club, which was lucky for her, since otherwise she wouldnt have been able to get in.

"JJ-

Of course, it's perfectly okay to be wrong. I'm sure when your girlfriend corrects you in bed, you take it just as well... Oh, and I quit the rope. Turns out I'm cute enough to go without. But I might send some to you, turns out guys like you need handcuffs and ropes in order to get sex.

Oh, I guess we're done now.
xoxo, Red." She violently hit the post button, causing the mouse to freeze from her hitting it so hard. She groaned, sitting back in her chair, her flat stomach stretching as she looked up at the ceiling. This guy knew how to get into her head. It was so damn frustrating. She felt so many emotions at once. She wanted to hit him, she wanted to yell...and she wanted to...

Oh no, Jenna. Don't you dare. She pushed away all of the thoughts in her head and stood up, pacing. She wondered if he was going to reply or if he was truly done with their not-so-playful banter.

[HermesVoice]

"Hey, cutie," he grinned into the phone. It was well after ten o’clock when Sara finally called him, which, Jason realized, might have been for the best. In a sudden fury of ideas which began arriving that afternoon after classes, he'd worked a revision of a poem in imitation of Donne and moved to resolve one of the major conflicts in his on-again-off-again novel. He'd worked through an invite to play some pick-up hockey with some friends and through dinner. He’d bailed when Denis called to remind him they were supposed to hit a bar or two. (“It’s Thursday night, bro! Ladies’ night!”) And in the end it had been worth it. He had a great buzz as a result of the ever-diminishing bottle of Sambuca.

And perhaps best of all, Sara had her sleepy voice on. He loved to listen to the touch of huskiness that entered her voice at the end of a long day, and yet hearing her talk only made him want her. He paced the room feeling at once placid and restless. It was a duality of feeling that haunted him when he threw himself into bed and thrashed for 20 minutes or more after he’d said goodbye to his girlfriend, tucking her in with a tender “miss you” as he hung up.

So he wasn’t terribly unhappy when his phone rang at midnight, Claire Schmidt on the other end.

“Check Words-worth,” she said simply. He could hear the goddamn grin on her face! “I know you haven’t checked for hours.”

He sighed and, as if a puppet on strings, walked to his living room and opened his laptop. “And how do you know this, Sherlock?” he asked. Suddenly he felt tired.

“Because,” he heard. “If you’d checked, you would have written. Or called me. Or both.”

And there it was before him: perfectly okay to be wrong … cute enough to go without … send some to you ... guess we're done now.

“You find this funny, don’t you?” he groaned into the phone. “My pain, I mean.”

“Oh you have no idea sweetie,” Claire replied with a laugh. He heard Amy shout something in the background. “Oh. And Amy says this Ginger girl wants to fuck you.”

“I have to go,” he said simply and hung up. He could hear both girls laughing before he snapped the phone closed. With a sigh he sat down before the computer and muttered, “Every time I try to get out …”


Dear Red aka Ginger aka Hot aka REAL aka crazy rope girl

I’m gay, my mother hates me, and I club baby seals for a living. I also have a terminal disease that will send me to my grave in a matter of weeks, so you can imagine how little we have to share. Please retreat to the rock from under which you crawled and leave me alone.

It’s been a slice of heaven.

Yours in writerly love,

JJ

He didn’t bother to wait for a reply. Instead he resisted the urge to phone Sara and simply dropped back into bed.

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Jenna finally decided to accept the offer to go out with the girls that she had received by text from her friend Ella. She had told her she probably wouldn't go, but after that nasty reply from "JJ", she made up her mind that it would be good to get out. She got all dolled up in a dark blue mini-dress and blue heels, putting her hair up in curls and making up her eyes.

When Ella and the girls came to get her, they all wolf-whistled. "Oh shut up!" she said, giggling. "You guys are so terrible!" but she took a drink of whatever bottle was handed to her. "This is gross! One of you bitches better buy me drinks when we get to the bar." Most of her friends were were a few years older than her, so she never had to bother with a fake ID to buy alcohol.

They all piled out of the car when they got there, Jenna flashing a smile and some cleavage, and all of the girls got in. They went to the bar straightaway, and Jenna hopped up on a stool. Before Stella even had a chance to ask Jenna what she wanted, the guy sitting two stools down tipped his drink. "You want something, baby girl?" she flashed her pearly smile and nodded,

"Red bull and vodka." He passed her drink order on to the bartender, who brought the drink to Jenna. She got up off the stool, walked over to the guy, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you." he grinned and checked her ass out as she and the rest of the girls walked across to the other side of the bar, where a blues band was playing. Jenna finished her drink, closing her eyes. She was enjoying the music and the slight buzz she was feeling from her drink. It'd been heavy on the vodka, rather than redbull, like Jenna was used to. She was a bit of a lightweight.

After a few songs, Stef brought her another drink, which she drank pretty quickly. She was starting to get drunk. Stella and Stef were laughing at her, but Ella realized that she was getting drunk, and knew that it wasn't good to let her stay at the bar in her current state. Jenna and drunk meant mistakes.

Ella got Jenna into a cab and paid the driver, giving him Jenna's address and making sure Jenna had her keys. The driver was a young man, and she asked him to stay outside the hosue to make sure Jenna got in. He agreed to do this and took off. As soon as they got to her house, he helped her out of the cab and she walked by herself into the house, shutting the door behind her.

She collapsed on the couch, her head hurting. She'd only had 2 drinks but she felt like shit. Jenna went into the bathroom and ran a warm bath, putting some bubbles in. She drank a cup of instant coffee as she turned off the dials, pulling off her dress and thong and sank into the bath, moaning quietly at the hot water against her skin.

After almost half an hour, she let the water drain out of the tub, and turned the shower on to rinse off the bubbles. She turned the shower off and dried herself off, wrapping herself up in her big, blue robe. She sipped at her coffee, padding into her living room and moved her mouse around. Her screen came to life and she opened Firefox.

She logged into Words-Worth. Her jaw dropped open when she saw the reply from JJ. "FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. YOU CAN DIE!" She then grabbed her head, knocking her coffee, it spilling all over the tile. "FUCK! FUCK FUCK!" she started to cry, her head throbbing and coffee all over the grey tile.

"You shit." she hissed at the computer, really intended for JJ. She got up and got a towel, cleaning up the coffee. She brought the towel to the dirty-clothes bin and came back to the computer, roughly typing a response to JJ.

"Dear JJ-aka asshole-aka big fat jerk-aka desperate for sex on the interweb,

Awwwwww, that's SO sweet. Our simple little back-and-forth via the internet has got you so messed up in the head that you had to run out of it. That's so adorable!

Love and drunken kisses,

Red-not crazy-but very hot." She hit post and then she got another idea. This guy was such an ass, he thought she was some old, crazy, ugly bitch. She searched her computer until she found what she was looking for. Before she realized what she was doing, she pressed edit,

"Ps," she added, "as I depart to 'leave you alone' per your sweet request, I leave you with this, the girl who you have been insulting the last couple of days: http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kq...8s3ho1_500.jpg ...BYE!"

She logged out, walking to her bed and throwing herself on it in a heap of pain and frustration. What had started as a good day had ended very, very badly. She decided right then that she would go to the meeting at the club next Friday, and she would hopefully make an impression on the people there, maybe word would get back to this asshole, JJ. She slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking about getting back at him for his mean comebacks.

[HermesVoice]

Things are definitely looking up! Jason thought to himself when he opened his eyes to find the sun already well up. It was the unusual day when he was not called in to sub, and to have it happen on a Friday, well, that was heaven itself. When he finally decided to roll over and check his watch, he discovered it was after nine. Now if only the various telemarketers of the world would leave him alone, he might even have a productive day.

As he made coffee, it occurred to him that lunch with Sara had become possible, so he texted an invite to meet him at Jimmy’s. (A little Irish pub one block from Sara’s office, Jimmy’s was the place they’d met. As he poured a huge bowl of Cheerios, a smile came without thought to Jason’s lips while he recalled the St. Patrick’s Day two years earlier when he’d spotted her across the room. She was there with friends, and her looks were enough to catch any man’s eye on any day. But Jason’s instant infatuation was sealed by the sight of Sara, in all her diminutive Asian glory, belting out “My Old Man’s a Provo” with a pint of Guinness held high. He’d discovered her father’s Irish lineage over the course of that night and won his first date with her by falling to one knee and drunkenly crooning “Macushla” to her, her friends looking on in near-hysterical laughter.)

He didn’t expect an immediate response from Sara, so he went instead to the university’s help room and answered a couple of questions, shaking his head as he did so at the incredibly poor writing some of these people composed. “How hard is it to push grammar check, for Chrissakes?” he growled in frustration as he fired off several answers.

It was only then that Jason thought about Words-worth. He considered just staying away, since he knew perfectly well that Psycho Bitch would never take his last response lying down. In the end, though, his curiosity got the better of him, and he flipped over to the site.

He frowned when he opened the thread, but not at her response. Rather, several other Words-worthians had decided to chip in on what began as a two-person conversation. At the top of the list was, no surprise, Claire in her Words-worthian incarnation, “Blake’s Bitch.” Needlessly cruel, JJ she’d written. Ignore him, Ginger, and welcome.

Beneath her entry, logged a mere eight minutes later, screamed a post, TEAR HIS EYES OUT, GINGER! GO, SISTER!! It was signed “awesome_lit_chick,” a girl with exactly one post. “Amy,” Jason said aloud. She was nothing if not obvious in her prose as well as her life, was Claire’s little sister. He was happy to see that not all the respondents had decided to rebuke him (even though he knew that his friend and her sister were kidding more than anything else), but more relieved to find that at the bottom of the row of comments, a mod had stepped in with: Please do not feed the trolls, people!

It was only after reading the last comment that Jason turned his attention to “Ginger’s” post. Cocking one eyebrow, he read it through once, paused, read it a second time … and burst into unrestrained laughter. “Thank you, God! Oh, THANK YOU!” he roared. Falling to his knees before the laptop, he looked up, pumping his fists wildly. “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God almighty, I’m free at last!” he howled. He tried to read the post again, but the tears pouring from his eyes made it impossible to see the screen clearly.

Finally. The girl had gone so over-the-top - so ridiculous in her rants - he could let it go. He actually needed no reply, and his rage had become simple humor. “Geez, what a relief,” he breathed after getting himself under control and then going to get a celebratory beer from his fridge. She was, he finally decided on his way back to the computer, a 15-year-old. A trust-funded, daddy’s girl who howled at the moon when things didn’t go her way and cried blue bloody murder when any man around her didn’t pay proper obeisance.

“An object lesson on the evils of being spoiled rotten,” he declared as he sat down before the computer and read her post once more, relishing the ranting quality … “And that picture,” he said aloud, breaking again into a fit of laughter. It was then he had an idea. One last good-bye, he thought with an evil grin as he dialed Denis’s number.

“Dude, I need a favor,” he chuckled into the phone before giving his friend a short list of instructions.

Thirty-five minutes later, a Photoshopped version of “Ginger’s” black-and-white print appeared at the bottom of the thread. It had been posted by “Double Dragon.” The sexiness of the original had been somewhat lessened by the addition of a bright yellow smilie face on the model’s left ass cheek. Across the right was emblazoned the banner: “Have a nice day.”

With a satisfied grin, Jason snapped closed the laptop and went out to meet his girlfriend for lunch.

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Jenna didn't check Words-Worth for several days, not wanting to see what this pretensious jerk, JJ, replied with. That is, until, on Wednesday, during school, she got an email saying she had a PM from someone. She logged into Words-Worth, first checking the thread, where she found many replies from people suggesting she was doing the right thing, egging her on, patting her on the back...and a few replies that were pro-JJ. Then she giggled at the mod's response. Moderators on these sites were so stupid.

That's when she saw the picture link that someone had posted. That was all he had posted, a link. And when she opened it, she burst out laughing. She knew it was planned, if not made, by JJ. And he had expected her to be livid, but she just smiled and thought out her next reply,

"JJ, I guess we got off to the wrong start, but it seems that you've left me with a gift...nobody has ever made me something so beautiful. You definitely brought out the cuteness of my ass. Thank you. Oh, yeah. That IS me. -Ginger"

She was honestly happy with what he had done to the picture. She thought it was cute. She then went and opened the PM, which had been sent two hours prior to her checking her email. She read through it. It was from some girl, who was working on organizing the meeting at the club. She told Jenna that she'd read the posts between her and JJ and thought they were really funny. She liked Jenna's sense of humor and wanted to make sure she knew about the meeting in two days, on Friday. She told Jenna she hoped that she would be there. Jenna just chuckled. She planned on it.

Then she went back to the thread, opening the profile of the guy who had posted her photoshopped picture. "Double Dragon" was his name...She sent him a quick PM.
"You liked my ass enough to photoshop it. Nice. I assume you're a guy, and apparently JJ's bitch, aye? Well I liked the picture. It was really adorable. So honestly, thank you. Nobody has ever done that to my ass before. XO- Red."

She logged off of the site, feeling pretty good about herself. She had done all of that in class, and was able to kill 2 birds with 1 stone, so to speak. The last bell rang and she was out of there. A few of her friends caught up with her outside the school, on the front steps. "Wanna go catch a movie?" That's when she saw Scott waiting for her in the parking lot.

"Nope, I'm going out with Scott. Sorry!" she ran down the steps and across the lot, jumping into the car and onto his lap.

"Whoa, hey babe!" she showered his face and neck with kisses, running her hands down his chest. "Whoa, what's got you all excited?"

"Drive me somewhere, I wanna give you road head." And she'd never seen Scott peel out faster.

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When Jenna got home that evening, she put her things away and went upstairs. She pulled back her curtains and grabbed her notebook, curling up on her window seat. She had a great view from where she sat, and she was inspired to do some writing. She had just started to write when she heard her brother yelling her name.

"What do you want, Matt?" he pounded up the stairs into her room.

"We need to talk about what happened the other day. We really, seriously do. I know you don't want to, but I feel like shit about it."

"Matthew, forget it. I don't care." she looked back at her notebook, pulling her pen back out.

"No, seriously." he walked over, grabbing her notebook and putting it behind her, sitting down. "I didn't know you were...like...topless. I wouldn't have done that."

"It's okay." she smiled genuinely, hugging him. "Now go away, I'm writing." He nodded and left, shutting the door behind him. Jenna was a very forgiving, sweet person. She was really lively and never let herself get down. She'd been pissed the morning that it had happened, but it hadn't lasted long.

[HermesVoice]

“So do you want to go?” Jason wasn’t particularly hopeful about Sara going with him to the Words-worth meet on Friday, but he liked when she went, so he asked. When they’d first dated, she’d attended the bi-monthly get-togethers as consistently as he. It was only with time that he understood that it was a kind of sacrifice for love that she took time out of her schedule to do so. She got along well with the writing crew - especially with Claire whom she befriended immediately - and she was a voracious reader (Jason doubted he could date a girl who didn’t share that passion), but her interests were drawn to the historical. Arguing which of Dickens’s endings to “Great Expectations” was more satisfying simply didn’t resonate; she would rather have discussed the devastating effects of the Industrial Revolution on 19th century London. The upshot for Jason was that going stag had become routine for the last six months. As a result, her bright “you bet!” took him by surprise.

“Really?”

“Sure,” she laughed, looking up from her book. “You guys are holding it at a club this time, right? If you bore me, I’ll just find some guy to dance with.”

Jason narrowed his eyes across the table. “You’re just saying that because you look cute enough to get away with it.” He wasn’t exaggerating. She spent Wednesday evenings at Tae Kwon Do, and she knew damn well it was an incredible turn-on when she showed up at his door, still wearing her gi, hair pulled back into a single, thick, dark ponytail.

“Well duh!” she laughed, moving from her chair to slip onto his lap. She pulled his arms around her waist and snuggled into his neck. “So you just need to keep me busy instead of talking poetry all night with your friends.”

“Can I practice keeping you busy tonight?” he grinned, sliding one hand beneath the gi’s top and along her belly.

“You betcha,” Sara breathed, snuggling closer into his arms. “I’ve missed this sooooo much.”

Her presentation at the end of the previous week had gone so well that the clients had signed immediately to have her company set up their IT services. Sara had had time enough to celebrate with a night out on Saturday, but the succeeding days had seen her cooped up in her office working 16-hour days. Brief phone calls and texts had been broken only by Jason being able to bring her some Indian take-out while she went over contracts on Monday night. He’d had the chance to tell her of the now-infamous “Hot Ginger affair” (as Claire and Amy had taken to calling it), but she had been distracted. They hadn’t made love in a week, and Jason was feeling the lack now.

“C’mon,” he murmured in her ear. “I’ll give you a massage.”

In answer, Sara merely sighed contentedly before looking up at him. “Carry me?”

“You got it, princess,” he answered, standing and pulling her tightly to his chest. “Bed, floor, or couch, beautiful?”

“Mmmmmm … bed,” she crooned dreamily against his shoulder. “Definitely bed.”

Thirty minutes later Jason watched her sleeping form and chewed on her last words before she’d drifted off while he ran his thumbs along the muscles of her back, working out the soreness of a week sitting behind desks, bent over contracts, and standing for sales pitches. Jayce? Can we visit my folks this weekend?

As if the ache in his balls weren’t enough.

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Jenna sat at the window seat for a long time, going back and forth between just sitting and thinking and actually writing. She had a lot on her mind for some reason. While she wasn't really upset about the whole situation with "JJ", it had stirred up some major past. Past Jenna hadn't wanted to think about. This was the first forum-type site she had joined since 2003. She had only joined Facebook, and had it heavily protected from anyone besides her friends in real life.

When Jenna was thirteen, she'd been kidnapped. What had started out as an online 'boyfriend' had ended terribly, horribly wrong. It could have been worse, but to then thirteen-year-old Jenna, she felt it was as bad as it gets.

I just wanted to forget... she thought, her mind drifting back to December 2002...

Jenna had been twelve years old at the time...she'd just signed up for a website for writers, much like Words-Worth, but for a slightly younger community. There had been all sorts of profiles filled with writing, some good, some quite immature, and some just plain old dirty. But Jenna loved to read and write poetry. She'd always been quite intelligent, and preferred to have an intellectual conversation to gossip or talking dirty. So she'd posted poetry, and sat for hours reading it. She read people's stories, sometimes out loud to herself, enthralled with the idea that people could come together like this.

One day, Jenna had gotten an email from a "boy" claiming to have been on the site (where she had her email posted) and had read all of her writing. He said he was fifteen, a little over two years her senior, but that he appreciated her and her writing. That had been the beginning of what Jenna thought would be a good friendship. He told her he lived a few towns over, and went to a highschool in that town. He and Jenna would email each other back and forth often, sometimes several times a night. Jenna started to fall for the boy. He made her laugh and he made her feel special.

So in March 2003, four months to the day, they planned on meeting. He said he would take a bus to meet her and that she should meet him at Hyde Park, which was a fifteen minute walk from her house. She agreed happily, and made herself look as beautiful as she could. She was a couple blocks away from the park when everything went black. She'd woken up in a basement, tied to a bed...

Jenna shivered, shaking herself from her memories. She looked down at her page of writing.

"For some things can’t be said with words
So instead we say it with love
A simple touch; a simple gaze
You never fail to amaze

My mind’s complete when you’re around
My smile never wavers
Comfort comes along with every silence
Your laugh the perfect cadence

Mouth full of sweet words
Just waiting to come out
Tumbling, tumbling from somewhere near
Waiting for response, hoping to endear

Hearing your voice makes my heart go fast
Skip those extra two beats
And my heart is full of butterflies
I can barely breathe"

She smiled and put her notebook down, opening her door and grabbing a towel from the linen closet, disappearing into the bathroom.

[HermesVoice]

G -

No hard feelings ... I hope. Just a little joke between potential friends? Welcome to WW.

Dragon

PS - Your ass was perfect long before I got to it. ^-^

[HermesVoice]

Grrrrfff! NOW what to do?

Jason sighed and considered the shower. Something cold – very, very cold – was what he needed. Undressing Sara, stripping her down to the thong she wore under the gi and then spending half an hour running his hands over the smooth skin and taught muscles of her back, her legs, and her ass had made him wildly horny. The soft words of encouragement she’d sighed had made him certain she was aroused as he … until her breathing became so regular and even that he couldn’t deny the plain fact of her slumber.

Jason plunked down in his lounger, dragging his laptop to him and tried to arrange it comfortably in his lap around the engorgement of his cock. “Should’ve worked her ass sooner,” he spoke into the empty room with a rueful smile.

Wouldn’t have helped, came the response in his own mind. Fact was that his girlfriend, fireball though she was, had reached her limit. Four days of three hours or less sleep each night plus one hour of expending the last of her energy in the gym …

“… equals me with a hard-on,” he finished the equation aloud.

Fishing through several websites, he found nothing distracting. The university boards were quiet, and there were only three users on Words-worth, none of them his friends. He let his mind wander over the past few days on the topic. Claire had milked the joke through the weekend but had apparently dropped it by Tuesday. Amy … well Amy was never much involved anyway. And Denis …

Now that he considered it, Jason thought Denis had been strangely silent over the whole episode. His friend didn’t usually miss a chance to poke some fun at Jason, and Jason also knew for a fact that Denis had received a warning PM from the board mods for posting the photoshopped pic after the mods had asked everyone to stay out of it. That alone should have drawn SOME kind of discussion from his friend, whether it was to bitch about Jason dragging him into the fray or about the Psycho Bitch.

In the end, Jason could make nothing of it, so he simply shrugged it off. Denis had several large projects on his plate, one of which – like Jason’s own essay – was already past due. His reticence probably had everything to do with school and nothing to do with the events of the previous week.

The essay …

Jason tried to turn his thoughts to the academic, but he could gain no headway. No matter where he began, his thought kept returning to his need. His cock, which had never become entirely flaccid in his musing, was now painfully hard again. He briefly envisioned himself slipping into the dark of the bedroom and laying down behind Sara … of sliding his hand over her hip, down her lower belly, and down the thin line of dark hair she kept neatly trimmed.

She would sleep while he fingered her clit and lips. As she grew wetter – not of her own volition – she would let out a soft purring mewl, and that would be his sign. He would slide his member into her, huge and swollen with his need, and with its painful press into the tightness of her snatch, her eyes would open wide … first in shock, then in dawning anger.

“Jesus, Jason! Cut it out! I’m trying to slee – “

He would shift his weight over onto her, forcing her onto her belly so he could feel the roundness of her perfect ass on his belly as he drove harder into her.

“Jason, STOP! I’m not fucking KIDDI –“

More desperately as his thrusts would pound her into the mattress: “Jayce! Please, Jayce, DON’T!”

His answer would be to shift his thumb down to her anus. To press into its opening.

“Oh God, Jayce, PLEASE don’t!”

Whimpering.

Pleading. Eventually her face pressed hard into his pillows to stop the weeping …

Cock in hand, Jason groaned loudly … and then a new desire struck him with the strength of obsession. Opening the laptop he sifted quickly through several websites …

looking … looking - while he kept himself hard – until he found the photo he wanted.

The girl on all fours looking over her shoulders into the camera with her eyes alight in lust. A short skirt riding high enough to show her pussy, shaved smooth and hairless. A black camisole covering her perfect tits, but suggestive of small, pink, nipples as painfully hard with desire as his cock.

Red-haired vixen. His.

He didn’t stop to analyze his thinking – his raging need. (That would come in the grey light of morning.) Instead, he simply took. He forced himself on her while she cried out in anger and fury and a roaring ecstasy to match his own.

[ilikeitlikethat18]

"Dragon-

No hard feelings...promise.

Yes, potential friends. I'm always open to new friends...as long as you're not a murderer?

Thanks for the warm welcome! Maybe I'll post some of my real work soon

-G

PS. Well thanks! It's pretty firm too...maybe it should have said that instead of 'Have a nice day.' "

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Jenna got into the shower, the spray hitting her back; blasting her with hot water. She moaned and put her hand against the shower wall momentarily. She instantly thought of the time she and Scott had taken a shower together...

Their bodies were hot against each other, wet and the friction just building and building, until he'd started sliding his cock up her ass crack, and down to rub against her pussy, not entering, but just rubbing back and forth against her...Jenna moaned, slamming her hands against the wall as he grabbed her hips, her orgasm quickly approaching. She came, her cum covering the head of his cock and then she slipped down to her knees, wrapping her hand around his thick cock, licking the head softly, looking up into his eyes...

Jenna's hand slipped down to her pussy, rubbing as she ignored the shampoo and conditioner she should have been applying to her hair. She rubbed her fingers up and down her wet slit, coming up to pinch her clit as another finger slid inside her tight hole. She hissed, arching her back into her hand. Her orgasm was approaching quickly, and she let it take over her, her hips pressing forward into her hand, riding out her climax, moaning out loudly.

She sunk down to her knees, breathing deeply. After a minute of letting the water flow over her shoulders and back, she got up, grabbing the shampoo, putting it into her hair, and then washing it out, grabbing the conditioner. After she put it in her hair, she used the soap to wash her tits, twisting her nipples, running down to wash everywhere else...

Once she'd washed off all of the soap, she let the water flow back into her hair, washing out the conditioner. She bent over to turn off the water, getting out and wrapping herself with a towel. She shivered, running into her own room, slamming her door behind her. She had had an intense orgasm, and had barely remembered to wash herself.

She dried herself, getting changed quickly, and getting into bed. She wanted to fall asleep so the next day would come faster.

[HermesVoice]

G

Me? A murderer? Nah. I'm strictly a lover.

Can't wait to see the work. Let me know if you're looking for feedback.

PS - Who's the lucky guy? In the picture I mean?

PPS - Hope you don't mind all these PMs.

Dragon