Indebted To Him

[chanaud]

OOC: For Ariosto!


With my wide-ruled Composition Notebook on my lap and new blue ink Bic in hand, I sat cross- legged on the worn black vinyl seat of the Greyhound looking out the window watching the blur of the green hills flashing before me.

July 29, 2001

P.O. Box 777
Athens, GA 12345

Dear Mr. Black,


Pen poised, my mind started wandering back to where it all began.

Since my parents died at a young age of 4, a group of nuns took me in and raised me in the hopes of joining their sisterhood. They fed, clothed, educated me and provided all of life’s necessities. As hard as they tried, they couldn’t provide what I craved the most. Love. I had other aspirations. What, I didn’t have a clue. I just knew life as a nun was too sterile and it was not the path I wanted to follow. I led them on, grateful for all they’ve done for me. My plan was to say my goodbyes and thank yous when I turned the legal age of 18, work as a full time waitress and attend a junior college.

Everything was planned until a year ago. While skimming through a literary periodical, an ad caught my eyes. It was a literary contest of our autobiography. The reward was a full ride towards an unnamed state university. Acting on a whim due to boredom, I started writing. It took a matter of minutes to write my autobiography. When finished, I read back and felt immediate disgust at how drab my childhood was. So, I balled up my story and wrote a fictitious one. Not expecting to win, I mailed my Cinderella story.

Six months later, a certified manila envelope arrived from a Mr. Black. The parcel held a congratulatory letter and information packet to University of Georgia.

I am aware this is my fifth letter since I left Chicago, but I must do something before I scream and they commit me to the nearest institution. I surely don’t mean to bother you with my trivialness, but since I really don’t have anyone in my life and I have to somehow release this pent up excitement, I choose you to use as my sounding board. Since you haven’t asked me to stop, I will continue writing. I just pray you don’t ball up my letters and throw it in the garbage disposal with disgust. Even worse, I hope you don’t regret your decision.

This is my first time outside of Chicago. I never realized how green the countryside could be. And oh yes, I saw a real cow for the first time! I asked the driver to stop this diesel filled bus so I can pet him. All I received was a “M’am, if I stop this bus, you will be standing by the side of the road in a cloud of dust. I ain’t stopping this bus just for you to pet a cow. Now scram.” That alone made me scramble back in my seat with my tail tucked between my legs.

I am due to arrive in Athens the next day. I have many worries but the main one at the moment is my roommate not liking me and wanting me to move out immediately. I so want to make friends. No, I crave to make friends. So far, you’re my only. Is it too forward to call you a ‘friend’? Please don’t answer that. Well, you may if the answer is yes.
We’re pulling into a stop now, so I will say my goodbye for now. Hopefully, this letter will reach you before I arrive in Athens.

Your friend,
Meggie

P.S. Is it too bold to ask for your first name? Mr. Black sounds too formal for a friend.

 

[ariosto]

I read the letter again and rather than ball it up and toss it away, I laid it carefully down on top of the others in the black onyx box that sits on my desk.
I had never seen Meggie of course but I had the pictures she'd sent and I laid them all out in front of me. She reminded me of two women in my life, one Marie now long gone had been my True love and the other Celeste had come close to ruining me.
This girl was younger than both by many years.
Very pretty...very pretty.


August 21
Dear girl!
Of course you can consider me a friend! I thought you understood that and Mister Black is not only too formal but actually sinister.
You can call me John if you'd like, I think that would be easier.
As for your room mate, you'll be pleased with her. I left very careful instructions with the complex manager as to whom to accept in the apartment.

This will be a big change from Chicago Meggie but I think you'll be happy. Athens is a picturesque college town surrounded by beautiful rolling hills and has a great climate. Your not far from the mountains, the ocean or Atlanta if you get homesick for the bright lights.
The school is large but has an excellent reputation in your discipline. Do well and you should have no problem with any graduate school you choose.

I know that our arrangement stipulates against a phone call except in emergencies but we can also use email as soon as you have your laptop plugged in. I hope the one I sent you will answer your needs.
My addy as they call them is...88Black@Hotmail.com. Please send me a message as soon as you can.

I know your going to be rushed for the first few days and I won't be bothering you until early next week.
As soon as you have a chance though I'd like in your own words a complete physical description of yourself and the first installment of your erotic experiences. I know that you've told me they were
not very extensive, but a deal is a deal and I will be sending you the story of one of mine which is already written out and waiting.

That's it for now my dear young friend.
Waiting to hear from you...
John

I placed the letter in an envelope along with a check for $500 dollars and walked to the post office. It was a beautiful day.

 

[chanaud]

My room is tiny; it barely holds a twin bed, a skinny dresser and an antique oak desk and matching chair. However, the large picture window facing the south and wide sitting sill with a red cushion made up for it. I spent days and days sitting, gazing at the rolling green hills and reading every book from Jane Austin to Ann Rand.

I waited with held breath every day for the ring of the postman, looking for a letter marked with a return address from a Mr. Black. When, the mail was distributed from our den mother, I always return disappointed.

After a few weeks, I had almost given up hope. I had already become friends with my new roommate, registered for my first semester and even attended some social functions sponsored by various clubs.

Finally one day, it came. I ripped the envelope flap almost tearing the letter itself. A check of $500.00 flew from my fingers and fluttered to the floor. Luckily, the corner of my eye caught it or it would have been stepped on as I bounded for the privacy of my room. My eyes devoured each word. When finished, I went back and read it again, slowly. I held the letter close to me to slow my heartbeat. He wants me to email him.

My eyes flew to the shiny silver laptop. It beckoned me. I fired it up and started writing.

To: 88Black@Hotmail.com
From: MeggieCakes@yahoo.com
Subject: My Very First Email

Dear John,

I had to giggle at your choice of word ‘sinister’. Yes, there is something sinister about the name Black. But, I would never have thought your name would be John. For some reason, I imagined you to be carrying a more sophisticated name like Gregory or Sean or even Byron. Imagine, Byron Black. Doesn’t that sound sinister enough?

Before I ramble on, for I have so many things to tell you, I must mind my manners and thank you for your generosity. The laptop overwhelmed me. But, your recent check has stunned me. I’ve never before held a check for $500.00 and I don’t really know what to do with it. But, be assured. I will spend it wisely. I will make you proud of me.

Speaking of proud, I hope you are when I give you a list of my classes. I am taking English 101, Calculus, Western Civilization and History of Art. I wanted to take Biology 101 and Lab but a kind handsome man convinced me I would be taking too many academic classes and I needed some culture in my life. So, I agreed when he suggested Art. It turned out he was the Dean of the Arts Program. My friend thought he was flirting with me and has been teasing me since. John, I wouldn’t know if a man flirts with me. And my goodness, he is a Dean after all. Though he was handsome….

I must be off now. I’m on my way to the bank to deposit your check. If ever you would like a copy of the register to see how your money is being spent, let me know. I will keep excellent records for you.

Yours truly,
Meggie

P.S. As for holding up my end of the bargain, I haven't forgotten. I just haven't met a boy yet.



I held my breath and clicked on the send button. A second later, a ‘Mail Sent Complete’ message appeared before my screen.

 

[ariosto]

Second letter...

He watched as the HP692 spit out the hard copy and sighed. He regretted now suggesing they use emails. It had been a mistake. As he set the formal looking document into the black box it might as easily have been an insurance claim. No, this would never do at all.
Very reluctantly he walked away from the old roll top desk and sat down in front of the glowing computer screen, took a sip of cognac and hit the REPLY button.

Dearest Meggie,
I said you could call me John but I never said it was my real name, nor Black for that matter and especially not Byron! I fear for the moment though you'll have to make do with old JB.
Your course list is quite impressive dear girl! but remember you're here to have fun as well and that Art Professor might be worth cultivating. Does he need models? I'm looking right now at the
picture of you at the beach. You have an exciting figure Meggie. I bet he wouldn't turn you down.

So no stories for me this time, I'm disapointed a bit in truth. You did as I remember tell me that you weren't a virgin, so there must be at least one story, eh?
Very well, you'll not get the one I have ready for you yet then. I'll wait.
But I would like your opinion on this little piece of drivel I wrote and am thinking of sending to a publisher. I think a young womman's 'take' on it would be wonderful...



* It's very late on a sultry summer night and a light rain is falling in the motel parking lot. The door to room seven lies in shadow. The windows are dark.

She's asleep, he thinks to himself and is surprised when the handle turns and the door swings open. At first he sees nothing, then the pink glow of the motel's blinking neon sign momentarily illuminates the room and the dark haired woman sitting on the bed. She reaches over and turns on a small lamp. He watches her
and wonders at his luck in finding this girl out here in the middle of nowhere.
She is sensuously beautiful. Driving back to the motel he's been thinking of her constantly,
his arousal is achingly apparent now as he looks at her. She stands up and begins to remove the black slip, the one he bought for her. She takes her time, first one thin strap falls, then the other.
He quietly shuts the door and leans back against it.

She's smiling... blood red lips seductively parted. Her smooth shoulders are the color of honey in the dim yellow light. She raises one arm beneath her breasts, keeping the slip from falling and lifting herself to him deliciously. He
thinks of her skin, its texture, it's taste, his mouth waters, his erection tightens and
strains. He slowly walks over to her, six measured steps across the room, the carpet
whispers. Fingers reach...

Rose bud nipples stiffen as he strokes them. He kisses her lightly on the lips, tongue tracing the line of her jaw, her neck, her throat... She feels his lips on her shoulders, and lets the slip fall to her waist. His tongue moves down across
the rising curve of her breasts until he takes the sensitive tips in his mouth, sucking them in gently, flicking his tongue across them. Her eyes shut, she arches back, pushing herself against his face, fingers lacing into his hair, she
pulls him closer, tighter, his mouth filling with her warm responsive flesh.

He moves his hand lightly down her body, making arabesques around her navel and then lower still, pushing the slip down around her hips until it falls softly to the carpet. His other hand takes hers and presses it against him. Her fingers wrap
around his thick throbbing cock... She can feel the heat through the thin fabric of his pants. She strokes him gently and his hand moves to caress her mons. His fingers slide easily between her legs along the sensitive moist lips of her pussy.
She feels one finger entering vagina and then a second, moving slowly deeper. His mouth has returned to her breasts, sucking the nipples and the sweet flesh around them... playthings for his tongue. She moans and pushes herself against
his hand, pushes herself onto the probing fingers. Her clitoris is engorged, rubbing against his palm and she moves her hips to take more of him into her.
His lips are moving from one breast to another, his hand moving faster, curling up into her, his thumb massaging her pearl. She can feel his hardness pressed hotly between them, her hand circles his waist, pulling him tighter, her movements, close against him, are bringing him close to the edge. As his hand brings her to
the brink, his tongue moves into her mouth in rhythm with the motion of his fingers inside her. He wants desperately to penetrate her, he wants to bury himself in her, drive in hard, hard and deep. Merging...merging...

The thought... the thought... is enough... Fuck!
God... he cums... he cums.

She feels the spasm, she feels the flood of warmth as he releases against her.
Squeezing hard she drives herself on to him, his fingers moving suddenly deep
into her... she cries out!, she flows, she rushes... she cums.

They stand embracing in the dark room for a long time, the neon sign outside intermittently shining through the falling rain. *


Well that's it. What do you think? Perhaps you can give me a title if nothing else!

I've decided we should use emails only in case of an emergency. Call me old fashioned but I like to see those letters with your handwriting and the scent of you about them.
Write very soon. I'll be waiting.
John

PS...PLEASE NO! I don't need an accounting of the money. Here in fact is a fifty dollar bill, now go out and do something nice for yourself!

The man who called himself John Black hit the SEND key and sat back, looking at the swaying pines outside his window.

 

[Clare Caxton]

Fantastic !

 

[chanaud]

I dropped the bulging shopping bags as soon as I reached my room. I couldn’t wait to tell JB about my new wardrobe bought by his generosity. When the friendly female voice stated, “you got mail”, tingles started at the base of my spine and coursed up my neck as I waited in anticipation for the message to download.

Hugging my arms, I read his email. Redness flooded my face. I read his email again. Tiny needles were spreading like rapid fire. Without realizing it, I was rubbing my nipples gently with the tips of my fingers. A patch of wetness between my legs made me squirm uncomfortably. He wants me to title it. I closed my eyes and whispered, ‘On a dark and lonely night, she waits….’

I paced my room several times. The wetness rubbing against my center was a constant reminder of these newfound feelings. They were the same feelings I got when I used to sneak under the covers reading various forbidden books back at the convent. I did what I used to do back then. I jumped into bed and allowed my fingers to creep between my legs….

Minutes later, my body spent and relaxed, my thoughts turned to the task of writing to JB. I jumped up and sat at my writing table. Forgetting to wash the scent of my excitement from my fingers, I picked up my favorite blue cross ink pen and scribbling…


Dearest JB,

You my dear friend should write a book. You are too good doing whatever you do. What do you do by the way? Sorry, I had to slip that question in though you did tell me you won’t reveal anything personal about yourself. Yet, you shared a personal story with me. Was it a real life experience or a fantasy? I would hate anything that passionate would be wasted on paper without it occurring in real life.

Tomorrow is the first day of class. I will send this in the mail with a promise to write more tomorrow night for I must be off. For today is the day, the freshman class is allowed to meet their professors.

Wish me luck, my dear friend. I plan on being intelligent and studious so the professors will act favorable to me throughout the semester.

Love,

Meggie


Dressed in tight blue jeans, simple white shirt and black city boots, I drop the letter in the blue mailbox on my way to campus….

 

[ariosto]

He smelled the letter again and looked with a smile at the handwriting...young, exuberant and unmistakeably feminine.
As he'd read it, short though it was he found himself becoming aroused. A gentle squeeze on his penis, sent wonderful tingles through his body and he wished again for some clearer pictures of the girl. He also wished that he could coax more words from her!
She had told him in her first letter that she was not a virgin and he ached to hear that story...any story.

John Black opened the chest and slipped the letter inside.
He poured himself a brandy and looked out at the darkening sky.
It was still early in the fall but the weather had taken on a premonition of winter. He contemplated starting a fire but he didn't feel like carrying the ashes outside.
He sipped his drink and wrote...

Dearest Meggie,
I thank you for your prompt reply and must compliment you on your handwriting. Young people now have terrible penmanship you know, but perhaps you've never noticed.
What do I do? you ask? I'd be more prompted to tell you dear girl had you answered what I asked of you in my last letter.
A title for the story and some comments on it...remember?

I will tell you this much about myself anyway. I'm a man of independent means and work only as an avocation. You might call me a dilletante for I've done a great many things but only things I enjoy.
In fact I am still doing a great many things, one of which is masturbating as I write...well not exactly that but I am fondling quite a large erection as I think of you...

He paused and touched himself...a burning itching ache that would need tending to before long.

So you see Meg I am not the good samaritan you thought.
I am seeing to it that you recieve a top notch education and lack for nothing during it but in return I look to you for long distance sexual gratification. I will ask many things of you to attain it.
Things that will not publicaly compromise you in any way.
But you must be willing to do them.
If your not, please write and say you wish to terminate our arrangement. Your tuition is paid for the school term and your rent
for three months so you could still I think, with a part time job, survive.
However if you like our arrangement then I'lll ask of you for the time being, two small things.

First, a new picture or two. Those I have are too distant and far away. These do not need to be nude pictures but I tell you quite frankly I will use them as masturbatory icons and would prefer something at least a bit sexy and suggestive.
Secondly, I'm including a drawing that came into my hands...a sketch really but one I like and can read a story into. I'd like you to look at it and write a story about it for me. Nothing long at all, don't worry..maybe a few hundred words but make those words, shall we say...arousing.

Please tell me all about your classes and the Professors. Especially the art professor you mentioned. I'm dying to hear all about them.

Until then...
John

He folded the letter and slipped a crisp fifty dollar bill into it.
Sealed the envelope and addressed it.
too late to make the post office now. First thing in the morning was time enough.
He looked at the clock....almost 7.
Soon Meggie would be meeting her professors. He smiled at the possibilities took out his iron hard cock and began to slowly stroke himself to the sound of the rising wind...

The drawing