You've Got Mail
by Ann Douglas
The clock had just struck seven by the time Noemi Velez
stepped into her small basement apartment and reached for the
light switch by the door. No sooner had the room filled with light,
the thirty-six-year-old Puerto Rican woman went right to her
computer and booted it up.
Two months ago, the Assistant Store Manager at Food King
didn’t even own a home computer and if asked, had no intention of
getting one. Her sister had given her this old PC when she had
bought her son a newer model. It was a pretty basic machine and
she had no idea what her nephew was talking about when he told
her that it had a 33 MHz chip, 8 Megs of RAM and a 540 hard
drive. Still, he had promised her, it was enough for her to use as a
word processor, keep track of her bills and most importantly, in his
opinion, go online.
Noemi had played with the computer for a while, and then
let it sit idle for the next month. One day at work, the store had
received a crate of free CD’s for America On-Line and she took
one home, deciding to see what all the fuss was about. The first
month was free so she figured she had nothing to lose.
Picking the rather silly online name of Grocery Girl, Noemi
logged on. To say that the chat rooms where an eye opener was an
understatement. Eighty percent of them seemed to be about sex in
one form or another. Men seeking women, men seeking men, women
seeking women and dozens of variations in-between. No sooner had
she visited the most innocent of rooms, she was inundated with
messages. Messages that ranged from simple hellos to rather
intimate suggestions. All of which she politely declined.
Noemi was far from an innocent. She had been married for
five years and divorced for nine. Her marriage had fallen apart
when her husband discovered she couldn’t have children. Unable to
bear the thought of never having a son to carry on his name, he
had asked for a divorce. Not wanting to remain in a union where
the love had faded, Noemi had agreed.
She’d had a few lovers in the years since, including her
current boyfriend, but no further offers of marriage. Something
that suited her as she was quite happy being a single, independent
woman. She had a good job, a nice place to live, and a steady love
life. In fact, steady was a word that could be applied to most
aspects of her life. Steady as in uneventful.
One room caught her attention - “Young Men Seeking Older
Women.” Figuring it would be good for a few laughs, she entered
the room.
As she expected, a barrage of rather graphic proposals
filled her screen. This time she just ignored the worst of them.
Noemi traded a few one-liners with others as one by one they lost
interest as she made it clear that no, she had no nude pictures of
herself and that she didn’t want to try cyber-sex.
After an hour of this, Noemi decided she’d had all of the
online experience that she was ever going to need. She was about
to log off when one last message appeared on the screen.
JonD1982: Can we chat? My name is Jon.
Noemi sent him the same message she had sent the last
dozen guys, figuring that he would then move on to more willing
partners. To her surprise, he said that was okay and that he just
wanted to chat. He then suggested they move to a private chat to
avoid the more annoying people in the adult room.
Thinking it was still early; the redhead decided why not and
moved to a private room. After all, she could always log off if the
conversation turned in a direction she didn’t like.
His name, as he had said, was Jon, short for Jonathan. He
was eighteen years old and actually lived in the same state as
Noemi. She thought it funny that with the online service covering
half the world, she’d wind up chatting with someone only a few
hundred miles away. A college student during the week, he worked
weekends and some nights at one of the numerous Twenty-Four &
Seven convience stores that lined the Interstate.
The conversation turned out to be very interesting, covering
topics ranging from music to television and the movies. It’d been a
long time since Noemi had talked to a teenager, at least one that
didn’t work for her at the Food King. Most conversations with
them consisted of reminders that they were being paid to do a job
and not just hang out. Before she knew it, the clock on the wall
said it was after midnight.
Saying good night, she logged off and decided that maybe it
hadn't been such a wasted night after all. If anything, it beat the
reruns on television.
A few nights later, she was again a little bored and decided
to give AOL another try. This time she avoided the chat rooms and
concentrated on the content areas of the service. Noemi had been
on about twenty minutes when a message flashed on her screen.
JonD1982: Hello :) I hope you don't mind but I put you on my
Friends List.
Noemi typed back a greeting, not quite sure what a Friends
List was. Jon said he enjoyed their chat last week and he hoped
she did too.
Grocery Girl: Actually yes I did. It was very interesting.
JonD1982: Would you like to chat again?
Thinking that she really hadn't found anything else
interesting on the service, Noemi said why not.
They had been talking for a while when the older woman
remembered the room they had been in the first time. She began
to wonder what he had been doing there in the first place.
Grocery Girl: Would you mind if I asked a question?
JonD1982: Of course not.
Grocery Girl: Why were you in that room the other night? The
one where you first saw me.
JonD1982: I was just playing around.
Grocery Girl: Oh I understand that part of it. I mean that room
in particular. Are you actually interested in older women?
JonD1982: Sometimes.
Grocery Girl: Interested sexually?
JonD1982: Yes ... I hope that doesn't bother you?
Noemi thought about it for a few seconds. In some ways,
she thought that maybe it should. Yet overall, she found that it
didn't. If anything, it made her more curious.
Grocery Girl: No, it doesn't. Would you mind if I ask a few more
questions? I’ll understand if they are too personal.
JonD1982: Not at all. Ask anything you want.
Grocery Girl: What is it about older women that you find so
interesting.
JonD1982: I'm not sure how to exactly explain it. I guess it's
because they are more experienced and know what they want.
Grocery Girl: Have you ever been with an older woman?
JonD1982: No, only in my imagination.
Grocery Girl: Have you ever been with any woman?
JonD1982: I've been with two girls from school. Both were my
age.
Noemi was tempted to inquire just how far Jon's
experiences with those girls from school had gone, then decided
against it. She did, however, get the impression that the young
man might still be a virgin. Despite his offer to answer any
question, she didn't want to embarrass him.
Grocery Girl: Have you talked to other older women on here?
JonD1982: A couple.
Grocery Girl: Do you have cyber-sex with them?
JonD1982: Sometimes.
Grocery Girl: Is that what you wanted from me last week? To
have cyber-sex with you?
JonD1982: If you wanted to. But I liked just talking to you about
other things too.
Noemi paused again for a minute to think about what he had
said. Before this moment, she never really understood this
fascination with cyber-sex that all these people online seemed to
have. She always imagined it a little strange writing sexy words on
a screen while someone on the other side most likely played with
themselves. Still, she was finding a certain thrill in just having this
personal conversation with Jon.
Grocery Girl: Do you want to have cyber-sex with me?
JonD1982: I'd love it!
Noemi could almost see the excitement in his words. To her
surprise she also felt a part of it as well. It wasn't that she didn't
have a warm body in her bed when she wanted it. There was just
something in the idea of getting of this young man with just her
imagination. The chance to do something new.
Grocery Girl: Well I've never done anything like this before, but
why not? You're going to have to help me get started. What do I
do first?
JonD1982: You could tell me what you are wearing.
Noemi thought about it. The baggy gray sweatshirt she was
wearing was hardly sexy. Well, that was the advantage of
cyber-sex she said to herself, you could be almost anything you
wanted to be.
Grocery Girl: I'm wearing just a bra and lace panties.
JonD1982: Do you have big breasts?
Grocery Girl: Actually I do - 38D. But I want to be honest and
say that I'm also a little on the heavy side, five foot five and a
hundred and sixty pounds. My hair is pretty short, cut just above
my neck and it's a sort of reddish brown. Oh and I'm thirty-six.
JonD1982: You sound very pretty. Most people make themselves
sound like models right out of Playboy.
Grocery Girl: Well no one's going to pay to see me in the nude. :)
JonD1982: I would. :)
Noemi was almost blushing when she read that. They had
just gotten started and already her nipples were hard and she felt
a definite moistness between her legs. Keeping one hand on the
keyboard, she slid the other beneath the waistband of her
sweatpants.
Grocery Girl: What do you look like?
JonD1982: I'm five seven and a hundred and forty pounds. Short
black hair and clean shaven. Not a jock but like to think I'm in
pretty good shape. I'll be nineteen next month.
"Sounds nicer than Jim," the redhead said to herself as she
imagined her sometimes lover's naked body. "Since this is
supposed to be sex talk, I might as well ask the big question."
Grocery Girl: How big is your cock?
JonD1982: Six inches but slim.
Grocery Girl: Pretty honest answer. I was expecting you to say
Nine or better.
JonD1982: I don't want to lie.
Grocery Girl: I appreciate that. Neither do I.
JonD1982: What do your nipples look like?
Noemi went on to describe in great detail what her nipples
looked like. Jon in turn described what he would like to with them.
On it went as they both got more and more into the fantasy, each
of them using the hand not on the keyboard to simulate the
other's touch.
"Oh my God!" Noemi exclaimed as she caught her breath
after a very pleasing orgasm.
It had been, she had to say, one of the best she'd ever had
by her own hand. So much fun that there was a long pause before
her free hand returned to the keyboard.
JonD1982: Are you still there?
JonD1982: Grocery Girl?
JonD1982: Hello?
Grocery Girl: I'm here.
JonD1982: I though you left.
Grocery Girl: I was ... catching my breath.
JonD1982: :)
Grocery Girl: That was fun.
JonD1982: You came?
Grocery Girl: Oh yes. :) Did you?
JonD1982: Still cleaning up. :)
"I can see now why people do this," Noemi said as she
pictured the young man sitting in front of his computer with his
cock in hand. "It's not as good as being with someone, but it sure
as hell beats frigging yourself alone."
JonD1982: I guess it's time to say goodnight.
Grocery Girl: Guess so.
JonD1982: I really enjoyed that.
Grocery Girl: So did I.
JonD1982: Do you think we could do it again sometime?
Grocery Girl: I think I'd like that.
JonD1982: :) Goodnight Grocery Girl.
Grocery Girl: Noemi. My name is Noemi.
JonD1982: Goodnight Noemi ---<--<@
After Jon signed off, Noemi smiled as she looked at the
little drawing of the flower in the last message. Only now did what
she had actually done dawn on her. She had just given an boy
almost young enough to be her son an orgasm. Even more amazing,
he had given one to her.
The next day at the Food King, Noemi couldn't get the
events of last night out of her mind. She still couldn't believe two
things. First, that she had done it in the first place and second,
that it had been such fun. Like she said last night, it was never
going to replace actually having a man inside of her, but it was a
fun distraction nevertheless.
Another distraction she became aware of as the day went on
were some of the young men who worked at the supermarket.
Without realizing it at first, she was comparing the physical
characteristics of each to see which most closely resembled the
description that Jonathan had given her. Trying to put a face, or a
reasonable facsimile, to the words.
The closest she came, was Billy Barston, a nineteen year old
who worked in produce. A good looking kid she had to say, at least
according to the long line of girls who seemed to be all to willing to
drop their panties for him. Not that she would ever consider
herself one of those, even if she were twenty years younger. Cute
as he might be, Billy had a fuck 'em and leave 'em attitude that
the Assistant Manager wouldn't have put up with at any age.
By the time the day was over, Noemi found herself in an
advanced state of arousal. One which prompted her to call Jim
Perez before she left work and invite him over for a little after
dinner dessert. The thirty-nine year old auto mechanic was quite
surprised at the offer of a mid-week fuck, but not so taken aback
that he turned it down.
A few hours later, Noemi laid naked in her bed with Jim's
powerful arms wrapped around her. Her boyfriend of six months
might not be the most creative of lovers, but he did manage to get
the basic job done.
One of the reasons that she usually kept their bed romps
confined to the weekends was that Jim normally gave her such a
pounding that she was almost guaranteed a certain soreness the
next morning. Not that it wasn’t worth it, but it was no fun going
to work like that.
This time though, she knew the itch that had built up
between her legs over the course of the day wasn't going to be
satisfied with just her fingers or even the battery powered toy
she kept in the bottom drawer of her nightstand.
The weekend arrived soon enough and Noemi had her
regularly scheduled date with Jim. Still a little bit sore, having
bruised a vital spot during their enthusiasm, she had begged off a
repeat of their mid-week rendezvous after their usual dinner and a
movie. Jim said he more than understood and settled for an almost
as pleasing blow job instead.
Afterwards, Jim went home, seeing no point in his spending
the night if they weren't going to do it. Not ready for bed, Noemi
decided to go online to check her mail. She knew Jon said he
worked on weekends and didn't expect him to be there. No sooner
had she logged in, that now familiar refrain "You've got mail"
echoed from the small speakers.
A smile filled her face as she read the short, but
wonderfully sweet, letter Jonathan had left for her. The note was
wonderfully erotic without being dirty. It left a warm feeling that
lasted until she finally drifted off to sleep.
Noemi was actually looking forward to Monday night and the
chance to chat with her new friend. She was equally curious to try
cyber again, wondering if the second time would be as much fun as
the first or had it just been the novelty of it all?
Mondays were usually a hectic day at the store with a lot of
deliveries being made. Yet despite that, she found herself
spending a considerable amount of time refining her cyber
technique. Even to the point of creating erotic lingerie in her mind
for her to wear. Her heart jumped a beat when she logged on that
night and saw the handle JonD1982 on the Friend List, which she
had finally figured out how to use.
By the time she logged off almost two hours later, she knew
that first time had been no fluke. If anything, it was only a
harbinger of what was to come.
Monday night's performance was even surpassed by
Thursday's, by which time even Noemi admitted she was hooked.
In their private chats, she found herself sharing fantasies with
the eighteen year old so secret that she'd never even told them to
her closet friend.
After their play session the following Monday, Noemi
remembered Jon saying that Friday was his birthday. From her
explorations of AOL, she knew she could send him an on-line card,
but felt she wanted to do something special for her young cyber
lover.
She thought about it the rest of the night and for most of
the next day. Stopping off at the drug store across from Food
King on the way home, the perfect gift came to her.
Where as many stores had pay per use photocopy machines,
the drug store had recently added a pay per use computer scanner.
The type of thing that you could use to copy a photograph to send
online.
Noemi had seen a few of the nude pics that people traded
online and knew she could never take a picture like that. What she
had in mind was a photo of her in the sort of outfit Jon seemed to
so delight in having her describe as being what she was wearing.
Over the years, the thirty-six-year-old had collected a few
pieces of lingerie that would perfectly fit the bill. It had been a
while since she had worn any of it, Jim and her previous boyfriend
both being the type that preferred her getting nude and into it
without many preliminaries.
Buying a pack of Polaroid film for her old camera, Noemi
hurried home to make the present.
After taking a shower and washing her hair, Noemi set up
her instant camera on a tripod and set up the backdrop she
wanted. This would be better with one of those new digital
cameras she told herself, but the cost of something like that was
not going to be found in her budget. Especially for a one shot deal
like this.
The stage set, the nude woman stepped over to her bed
where she had laid out her three best sets of lingerie. There had
been a fourth set, but to her frustration she found that it no
longer fit.
“Which shall it be?” she asked herself as she looked from
left to right.
The first was a one-piece black lace teddy with an open bust
and crotch. It had been a Valentine’s gift from an old love who
couldn't get enough of her breasts. Next came a white bustier
with garters, matching stockings and a g-string. The last was
similar to number two, but red and strapless with a full garterbelt.
Holding each garment up in front of her in the mirror, Noemi
decided to go with the red. She had always liked the way in looked
against her lightly browned skin. It took only a minute to put the
winning outfit on, and she stood in front of the mirror checking her
appearance.
“Not bad,” Noemi smiled as she slowly turned around so she
could see herself from all angles. “not bad at all.”
Let those men who though of her as chunky or simply fat
chase after skinny models, she told herself. A real man recognized
the value of having a woman with a little meat on her bones.
Someone you could really curl up against and feel warm with on a
cold night.
“What was it that Jon had used to describe me in his lovely
note?” the full figured woman asked herself as she checked her
camera set up one last time before pressing the timer. “Oh yes,
now I remember. Rubenesque. I like that.”
It took another twenty minutes for Noemi to use up the ten
pictures in the film pack. Pouring herself a small drink, she spread
them out on the kitchenette table and tried to decide which one
was best. Two she discarded right away as her face was much too
visible in them. She didn’t mind sharing a revealing portrait of her
body, but her face was definitely a different matter.
Three more she tossed as just bad photographs, which left
five. Going back and forth, she finally chose the one she would
send to Jon. It showed her body at its best she thought and her
face had just enough shadow as to be unrecognizable.
Pleased with herself, she even wore her sexy outfit to bed.
An act that produced several fun-filledif short dreams. In the
morning she would find that her panties were decidedly stained.
During her lunch break the next day, Noemi stopped by the
drug store to scan her picture. She picked that time of day
because she knew from past experience that the girl who worked
the photo counter, where the scanner was located in front of, went
to lunch at the same time. Sliding the photograph from the manila
envelope to under the machine cover, Noemi deposited her coins in
the front and waited for the machine to scan it. Only nothing
happened.
Bending over, she checked the coin return to see if any of
them had been rejected. None had. Then she tried pressing some
of the buttons on top, still nothing happened.
“Are you having a problem?” a voice said from behind Noemi.
Turning around, Noemi faced a tall twenty something
brunette with waist length hair. In her hands she was holding a
paper bag from the local Burger Barn.
“Need help?” asked the girl whose nametag identified her as
Kathy.
“I wouldn't want to interrupt your lunch,” Noemi replied.
“Your burger will get cold.”
“Nah, it’s only a salad,” Kathy replied as she stepped past
the older woman to the scanner. “Besides, this should only take a
minute.” she added as she checked the machine.
Before Noemi could think of another objection, Kathy lifted
her head up from the scanner and said, “I knew it had to be
something simple.”
Noemi gave silent thanks that the girl had found whatever
the problem was without having to lift the cover and look at the
photograph she was trying to scan. Kathy explained that even
though Noemi had put a floppy disk into the machine to store the
image, she had inadvertently left the scanner on print mode and it
since it was out of paper, it wouldn’t work.
“Here we go,” Kathy said as she pressed the right buttons
and the scanner began to hum.
The small blue and red lights on the console flashed back
and forth for a few seconds, then the dark green one where Noemi
had inserted her disk. Then they all went dark.
“All done,” Kathy smiled as she popped the disk and handed
it to Noemi.
“Thank you,” Noemi said as she took it in hand.
Before the redhead realized it, Kathy also picked up the
hood cover of the scanner and picked up the Polaroid print to hand
back to Noemi as well. In lifting it, she had turned it as to get a
clear view of the image on it.
With no reaction other than a warm smile, Kathy handed the
photograph back to Noemi. As soon as it was in her hand, she put
both it and the disk back into her envelope.
“If you need anything else scanned,” Kathy said in a low
voice that only Noemi could hear, “just bring it over when I’m not
out to lunch. I’ll make sure you don’t have any problems with it.”
Noemi thanked her and quickly left the store. As she
crossed the street back to the Food King, she wondered if Kathy
had ever used the machine to scan a picture of herself. A picture
that she might not have wanted anyone else to see.
Noemi waited with not a small measure of anticipation the
next night for Jon to sign on. Friday was his birthday and she
wanted him to have the picture before then. A smile filled her
face when the PC beeped as his name appeared on her Friend List.
Grocery Girl: Good Evening
JonD1982: Hi :)
Grocery Girl: How was your day?
JonD1982: It was okay. Trying to get all my work done so I can
go out tomorrow night for my birthday.
Grocery Girl: Speaking of which, I have a surprise for you.
JonD1982: Oh Oh ...
Grocery Girl: Why Oh Oh?
JonD1982: The last time a woman I had been chatting with told
me that she had a surprise for me, it turned out that she was a
guy.
Noemi was stunned. She had heard that some men logged on
with women's names but hadn't really thought about it. After all,
she hadn't even tried to chat with any other women online. She
could only imagine the embarrassment Jon must've felt when "that
woman" told him the truth.
By chat, Jon had undoubtedly meant cyber-sex. He must've
been crushed to learn that the woman he was jerking off to was
really another man.
JonD1982: You're not going to tell me that, are you?
Grocery Girl: No, nothing like that. :) Hold on a minute.
Noemi uploaded the disk and attached it to an email. She
had practiced sending it to herself earlier, just to make sure she
got it right.
JonD1982: Oh God!!!!
Grocery Girl: I hope you like it.
JonD1982: Like it? I love it. You're so beautiful!
Grocery Girl: Liar! But thank you anyway. Happy Birthday. :)
JonD1982: This has got to be the best present anyone is going to
give me.
Grocery Girl: Well let's see if I can give you another present to
go with it. Why don't you relax and let me do the typing.
With a wicked grin on her face, Noemi's fingers raced
across the keyboard, creating a vision of what she would like to do
to Jon on his birthday. When she had finished, there was a long
pause before any response appeared on the screen.
JonD1982: That was the best yet. I split the screen and had
your picture on one side and your words on the other.
Grocery Girl: I'm glad you enjoyed it. Happy Birthday once
more.
JonD1982: The way you were typing, you couldn't have done that
one handed.
Grocery Girl: No, I had to use both, why?
JonD1982: Then you didn't...
Grocery Girl: That's okay. Next time we'll worry about that.
Tonight was your night.
JonD1982: Thanks ... For both my gifts.
After they signed off, Noemi had a small snack before
heading to bed. She began thinking about Jon's story of the man
who had been presenting himself as a woman. It made her realize
that she should be more careful about taking things at face value
online.
Then it even occurred to her that Jon could be a fake just
as easily. Not a woman playing a man of course, not that something
like that couldn't happen. He could just as easily be a man her age
or older paying a teenager.
"Well either way, it's all just a game anyway," she told
herself as she crawled into bed. "It's not like it was real life or
anything."
Just before she closed her eyes, she wondered if she should
try and get Jon to send her a picture.
The weekend came and instead of spending part of it with
Jim, Noemi took a drive upstate to talk to an old friend about a
possible new job. They were looking for a manager for a new
mega-market up in Wilsonville and her friend had suggested that
she come up and be interviewed.
Carl Miller was the regional director of the chain and had
even arranged for her to be interviewed on the weekend as not to
interfere with her job at Food King. They had met at a seminar the
previous year, sharing a few drinks and his bed. Noemi had made it
clear that if she did interview for the job it would be on her
merits and not her bedroom skills. Carl had assured her that was
definitely the case and she had believed him. He could easily find a
bedmate, but good store managers where hard to find.
The chance to advance and start a new life appealed to
Noemi. Her life had fallen into a rut. She had taken the job at
the Food King shortly after her divorce, planning to have it just
until she got her life reorganized. One year followed the other and
before she realized it, almost eight years had passed.
The interview went very well and Carl told her that while he
had to interview two more candidates during the week, he felt that
she was the most qualified. He further proved that it was on a
professional level that he was interested in her when, despite that
she was spending the night at a local motel at their expense, the
regional director made no attempt to share her bed.
Driving home the next day, Noemi was very glad she had
spent the night at the motel and got a good night sleep. The trip
up here had been relatively smooth but the one southbound was a
nightmare. There was a major accident twenty miles ahead, some
kind of toxic spill that brought traffic to a standstill and turned
what should've been an easy two-hour drive into a five-hour crawl.
After two detours that really didn't make the trip any
faster, Noemi was finally back on the Interstate and past the
obstruction. She had lunch just before she left Wilsonville but
would kill right now for a cup of coffee. At the very next exit, she
turned into the service area and headed for the Twenty-Four &
Seven in it.
Pouring herself a cup of coffee from the self serve counter
and picking out a still fresh piece of Danish, Noemi paused at the
large post it board near the counter and read a few of the notices.
By their very nature, it showed the area to be very different from
the city. It would be something she would have to get used to if
she moved up here.
"Let's not get too far ahead of yourself girl," she told
herself. "You don't have that job yet."
"Hey Jon, cover for me a few minutes," the tall sandy haired
teen behind the counter called out to his fellow worker who was
sweeping out one of the aisles, "I need to take a personal."
Noemi's eyes shot up at the sound of the other young man's
name. She was almost afraid to look. It was too much of a
coincidence. There had to be a hundred kids named John who
worked at these stores.
Stepping up to the counter, she almost dropped her coffee
when she looked and saw the small name tag that said Jonathan.
How many Jonathans could there be?
"Will there be anything else," the young man smiled as he
put her coffee and Danish in a bag.
"God, he is so cute," Noemi thought as she looked at him.
"Could it really be him?"
"Ma'am?" Jon asked again, not realizing that the woman was
staring at him.
"I was wondering if you had any birthday cards?" she asked
with a sudden inspiration. "I have a friend who had a birthday the
other day and I'd like to get him one."
"No kidding," Jon laughed. "My birthday was Friday. I'm
afraid that we don't have cards though."
"That's okay," Noemi smiled, "I'm sure he was happy with
what I did give him."
"Well you have a safe trip," Jon said as she paid for her
purchases and he gave her change.
"Oh, by the way," Noemi said as she stopped and turned
back in his direction. "Happy Birthday."
"Thanks," Jon grinned.
"Oh God!" Noemi exclaimed as she sat back in her car. "I
can't believe that was really him."
The urge to go back and find out for sure, telling him who
she was, was almost irresistible. Knowing that if she stayed here
any longer she would do just that, the thirty-six-year-old put the
car into gear and turned back on the Interstate.
All the rest of the drive home, Noemi couldn't get Jonathan
out of her head. Memories of the fantasies they had shared
replayed in her mind, this time with a live person replacing the
imaginary one. When she finally reached home, she found she
needed a change of underwear.
Come Monday night, they met online as they normally did,
but Noemi was a little more reserved than she had been. With Jon
now being a real person in her mind, she really didn't feel as
comfortable playing sex games online with him.
JonD1982: Is something bothering you?
Grocery Girl: Why would you ask that?
JonD1982: I don't know, you just seem a little different tonight.
Grocery Girl: Guess I'm just tired. Maybe I should just call it an
early night.
JonD1982: Sure, I hope you feel better.
Come Thursday night, Noemi decided not to log on at all.
She just couldn't bring herself to even chat with Jon about
everyday things.
"I just need to get back into the real world," she said as she
started to understand how people got drawn into this cyber-world.
Carl had promised to let her know about the new job by
Monday, so she decided to have one really good last fling with Jim
Perez. She didn't feel guilty about the idea that she might soon
be breaking it off with him. After all, their relationship hadn't
been built on anything more than mutual sexual gratification.
"Yes ... Yes .... Oh Yes!" Noemi shouted as she wrapped her
legs tighter around Jim's back and he pressed deeper inside of
her. "Fuck me!"
The muscled mechanic was more than happy to grant her
wish, ramming his large cock harder into her womanhood. Jim
seemed tireless and on a good night he acted like he could go on
forever. Making a wish, Noemi hope this was one of those good
nights.
"Do it to me, lover," she said into his ear as she kissed it as
well. "Give me that big, beautiful cock!"
Jim's reply, as it usually was in times like this, was an
unintelligible series of grunts. The lack of response didn't really
bother Noemi. If wasn't like she dated Jim for his mind.
As it seldom failed to do, Jim's relentless pumping soon
brought the woman beneath him to the edge of orgasm. Noemi
closed her eyes, content to let her mind drift and ride the pleasing
waves ripping through her quaking body. Experience told her both
their climaxes were but moments away.
Jim's arrived with a blast of whiteness within her and an
even loader groan. Only a heartbeat before, Noemi's body had
shuddered with her own eruption, blotting out all else.
"Oh Jon," she gasped too softly for anyone but her to hear.
Her eyes snapped open when she realized what she had said.
Thankfully, Jim was too engrossed in his own climax to notice.
Even more worrisome to her was the realization that in the
moments just before her orgasm, it was Jon's young body that she
imagined on top of and inside her.
Again following his norm, Jim was fast asleep almost as soon
as he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. Leaving Noemi to
ponder what she was actually feeling.
She now admitted to herself that what she'd been feeling
since actually seeing Jonathan last weekend had been lust. Simple,
overwhelming lust, the intensity of which not even Jim's usual
diligence in his efforts had been able to quench.
It was strange she thought, to have such feelings for
someone she didn't even really know at all. She'd never had
thoughts about young men before, at least not since she'd been a
young women. Then again, there had never been anyone she'd ever
shared her secret fantasies with before either.
It had to be the anonymous nature of the online chat she
decided. There was something about it that encouraged you to
just let it all hang out. The only question was, what did she now do
about it. Like the old saying went, it was a lot harder to get the
Genie back in the bottle.
The call from Carl Miller came Monday afternoon. He said
he was sorry for making her wait so long for an answer and wished
that he could say that the wait had been worth it. Unfortunately,
one of the last two candidates was going to get the job. It had
been a real close decision, he had assured her, but he had to go
with the best choice. It was just business and he hoped she
understood that.
Noemi said she did and thanked him for the opportunity to
apply, adding all the right things she knew he wanted to hear.
After all, it made no sense to burn any bridges. There might be
other opportunities in the future.
"Maybe I should've fucked him again after all," she thought
as she hung up the phone and sat back in her favorite chair, feeling
more than a little sorry for herself.
Turning on the computer and logging on, she found a half
dozen emails waiting for her. All had JonD1982 in the sender box.
The messages were brief and ranged from; Hi, sorry to have
missed you and hope you're feeling ok to Have I done something to
offend you? Noemi was still reading the last of them when an
instant message flashed onto the screen.
JonD1982: Hello?
Noemi just stared at the screen, not sure if she should
answer.
JonD1982: Are you there?
JonD1982: I guess you don't want to talk to me anymore.
Whatever I did, I'm sorry. I won't bother you again. Goodbye. :(
Noemi read his words as they spread across the screen. All
she had to do was let him think she was mad at him and the
problem would solve itself. The best answer was no answer.
Grocery Girl: Wait! I'm here.
JonD1982: Hi Noemi :)
Grocery Girl: I'm not mad at you.
JonD1982: I thought maybe I'd done something wrong.
Grocery Girl: Not at all. I had a little problem this past week,
that's all.
JonD1982: Anything I can help you with?
She had to laugh at his offer. Not that he wanted to help,
but the image of how he could help her that filled her head.
Grocery Girl: No, nothing that you could do. I had a chance at a
new job but it fell through.
JonD1982: I'm sorry.
Grocery Girl: Thank you.
Noemi took a deep breath, then asked the question she'd
been dying to ask all week.
Grocery Girl: You work at a Twenty-Four & Seven, right?
JonD1982: Yes
Grocery Girl: Is it the one by East Grove?
JonD1982: How did you know?
Grocery Girl: And you worked last Sunday?
JonD1982: Yes I did.
Grocery Girl: I was one of your customers.
JonD1982: You're kidding.
Grocery Girl: No, I bought a coffee and a Danish. Your friend
had to take a break and asked you to take over behind the counter.
JonD1982: I don't remember. It gets real busy Sundays and
that was a week ago. I wish you'd told me who you were. The
coffee would've been free. :)
Grocery Girl: Just the coffee?
JonD1982: ... and anything else you wanted. :)
Grocery Girl: I thought you were really cute.
JonD1982: (blush)
JonD1982: I'm so mad that I didn't know it was you. I so much
would've liked to talk to you for real.
Grocery Girl: Looking back, I regret not introducing myself too.
JonD1982: Maybe we can get together another time. Do you
think you'd be coming up this way again anytime soon?
Grocery Girl: How about Friday?
JonD1982: Friday?
Grocery Girl: Are working Friday night?
JonD1982: No, Friday is my night off.
Grocery Girl: That's good.
JonD1982: Good????
Grocery Girl: Well if you were working, we couldn't go out to
dinner.
JonD1982: You're kidding...
Grocery Girl: I'm quite serious.
JonD1982: You want me to take you out to dinner?
Grocery Girl: Actually I thought I'd take you. I'm assuming my
job pays a little better than the Twenty-Four & Seven.
JonD1982: I can't believe you want to actually go to dinner with
me.
Grocery Girl: Why is that so hard. Isn't that what friends do.
JonD1982: :)
Grocery Girl: I'm going to be up that way on business during the
day. Do you know a restaurant we can go to? One where you won't
mind being seen with an old lady.
JonD1982: You're not old.
Grocery Girl: :)
JonD1982: Mama Maria's on Route 4 is pretty nice.
Grocery Girl: Then Mama Maria's it is. Is 8:00 okay for you?
I'll meet you there.
JonD1982: That sounds great :)
Grocery Girl: Then I'll see you Friday night. Unless ...
JonD1982: Unless?
Grocery Girl: I was just thinking that if you wanted to, we could
talk on the phone for a little while.
JonD1982: I think I'd rather wait until we could talk face to
face. I hope you don't mind.
Grocery Girl: Not at all. So Friday then.
JonD1982: Friday. :)
Grocery Girl: Before I head up that way, I'll check for last
minute email for any changes.
JonD1982: Okay. I can't wait until Friday.
Friday came soon enough. Noemi didn’t really have business
upstate but it was a good excuse at the time. Taking the day off,
she went up in the late afternoon to beat rush hour traffic. She
had once eaten at Mama Maria’s a few years back and remembered
that there was a motel just down the road from there. It would be
a good place to take a room, just in case. If nothing else, she
would at least have someplace to sleep if the night went late,
rather than facing a drive home in the dark when she was tired.
Stopping off first at Mama Maria’s, Noemi made a
reservation for later that evening. Even out of the way as it was,
the restaurant could easily fill up on a Friday night. She could’ve
done it on the phone, but wanted to make sure they got a table
where they could talk. More than once she’d asked for one over
the phone only to find herself sitting next to the kitchen or the
entertainment. It was a pleasant surprise to find the restaurant
hadn’t changed at all.
Moving on up the road to the motel, Noemi was even more
surprised that had totally changed. Instead of the rather ordinary
traveler’s motel she remembered, it was now one of those places
where people were more likely to rent a room by the hour than by
the night. The kind frequented by teenagers tired of the backseat
of their cars or couples who were married, but just not to each
other.
Stepping inside, Noemi was thankful that it was at least still
clean, if in need of some renovation work. The small coffee shop
was closed, replaced by a row of vending machines. Obviously few
people stayed long enough to get hungry.
"I guess I've stayed in worse places," Noemi said to herself,
thinking that the next closest room was almost an hour in either
direction.
Shrugging her shoulders, she stepped up to the front desk
and tapped on the small, old fashion bell in the center of it.
“Can I help you?” the sixty-one year old man who emerged
from the office to the right of the desk asked.
“I’d like a room please,” Noemi said with a smile.
“Just for yourself?” he asked, a touch of surprise in his
voice.
“Well for now at least," she replied with a witty smile.
"Then Madame will not be availing herself of our special
hourly rates?" the counter clerk asked.
"No, Madame will not," Noemi said with a smile. "If Madame
were looking for a room for the reason that she is sure most of
your clients are, then she would definitely want more than an hour.
As it is, I'm just looking for a place to rest a while before and
maybe after a dinner engagement."
"Very well," the older man grinned. "I'm sure I have a room
far enough away from the normal noise that you'll be able to rest
up."
Noemi thanked him as he handed her a key to a room on the
far end of the second floor. The stairs to the upper floor where
on the outside and she had to walk past a dozen other rooms to get
to it. Two rooms before hers, a door abruptly opened.
A tall, slim blond woman dressed in a light green business
suit stepped out of the doorway. Attractive, in her late twenties,
the woman hesitated for a moment and looked back into the room.
A broad smile filled her face as she blew a kiss to someone still
inside.
As Noemi stepped closer to the rail to step around the
young woman, she took note of the wedding band on her left hand.
Filled with overwhelming curiosity, the older woman paused and
looked over the blonde's shoulder to see whom she had been
spending the afternoon with.
The blond woman closed the door, smiled warmly at Noemi
who she finally noticed, then headed towards the stairwell with a
decided spring in her walk. Noemi meanwhile was still rooted
where she had stopped, staring at the now closed door.
"Oh my God," she finally gasped sotto voce. "I never
expected anything like that."
The quick glimpse into the motel room had left her
speechless. The last thing she ever expected to see was a very
endowed black woman spread out on the large double bed. A
woman wearing nothing but a smile.
The brief shock wore off quickly and Noemi let herself into
her room. Thankfully, despite the change in motel policy, it was
still as clean as the last time she had stayed there.
Stripping off her dress, Noemi dropped across the bed in
her bra and half-slip. She set the small travel clock she carried in
her purse and closed her eyes. A short nap would do her a world of
good.
As she closed her eyes, Noemi thought of the blond and the
woman she had seen in the adjacent room. Not even in her wildest
days had she ever had an encounter with another woman. As sleep
overtook her, she idly wondered what it was like.
The buzzing of the alarm woke Noemi from her nap. Rising
to her feet and stretching, she felt great. It was a pity, she
thought, that she couldn't take a break like this every day.
Stripping off what remained of her clothing, she stepped
into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While steam filled
the room, Noemi took care of more basic needs.
The warmth of the flowing water felt great as she stepped
under the shower. Taking a bar of scented soap that she had
brought with her, the brown hued woman covered her full form
with a bubbly film. Then using her hands, she worked the lather
into her skin, massaging it as she went.
Squeezing her large breasts, Noemi thought again how much
she loved having big boobs, as the boys in the neighborhood
referred to them as she was growing up. Aside from the
attraction they got her, she simply liked playing with them almost
as much as men did.
Rising off the rest of the soap, Noemi slid her hands down
between her legs and played with herself for a few moments. Nice
as it felt, she knew that it was getting late. It was time to get
dressed.
The night before, Noemi had given a great deal of
consideration as to what to wear tonight. She finally settled on a
simple print dress that accented her bust but at the same time
was proper enough for your average family restaurant.
Leaving her car parked at the motel, Noemi took a local car
service the mile and a half up to the restaurant. She had the
driver leave her at the far end of the parking lot, allowing her to
come up around the building and the front entrance.
As soon as she turned the corner, she spotted Jon. Dressed
in a tan sports jacket and dark slacks, he was watching each car
that pulled up front for someone matching Noemi's description.
The thirty-six-year-old was suddenly surprised to discover
that she was as nervous as Jon looked to be. It had been a good
number of years since she'd had that feeling.
"Too late to turn back now," she said to herself as she
stepped forward and walked up to right behind Jon.
So intent was the nineteen year old in his search, he didn't
realize that the object of it was standing right behind him.
"Hi cutie," Noemi softly whispered into his right ear as she
leaned just a little closer, "looking for a good time?"
When he whirled around, the look on Jon's face made Noemi
think he might faint. He was excited and exasperated at the same
time. She hoped her warmest smile would calm him down.
"Noemi?" he managed to say.
"I hope so," she laughed. "I hate to think you go out at
night trying to pick up strange women."
"Yes, I mean no, I mean ..." he stammered. "God, you're
beautiful!"
"Take a deep breath," Noemi suggested as she took his hand
in hers. "I was only joking."
She gave him a few moments to indeed catch his breath,
then took his arm and wrapped it around hers. If anyone thought
they were a mismatched couple, given the difference in their ages,
neither seemed to care.
"Shall we go in?" she asked.
Jon just smiled and followed her lead.
Despite this being their first actual chance to talk face to
face, both felt like they were talking to an old friend. Time passed
quickly as they ate and chatted, expanding on the brief impressions
they had formed with their cyber-chats and emails. By the time
the waiter appeared with the check, they had pretty much filled in
most of the blanks.
Noemi was pleased to discover that her original assessment
of Jon was right on the money. He was a really nice young man.
Intelligent, good looking and just maybe a little shy.
She was sure that if anything had happened with the two
girls he had told her about during their chats, it had been totally
their idea. His shyness also explained some of his fascination with
older women.
Feeling uncomfortable in the role the dating rituals among
his own age group required, he longed for someone who might take
him by the hand so to speak and be the aggressor in a relationship.
It was a role that Noemi was becoming more comfortable with as
the night went on.
"I'm really glad we had the chance to really meet," Jon was
saying as they exited the restaurant and walked out into the night
air. "I wish you'd at least let me pay my half of the dinner."
"Don't be silly," Noemi said with a laugh. "You're my guest.
Besides, if I let you pay for your dinner then I might not be able to
expect a good night kiss when we're done."
Jon smiled at the thought, his face flushed just a little.
"Besides, I do have a favor to ask you?" she said.
"Anything," Jon instantly replied.
"I was having a little trouble with my car on the way up
here," she lied, "so I left it back at the motel I'm staying at up
the road. Could you be a dear and give me a lift back there?"
"Sure," Jon said excitedly.
"Good," Noemi replied, her smile beaming even brighter.
As they pulled up to the motel, Jon was surprised that
Noemi was staying at such a place. He had never been to this
particular establishment, but he had heard of it.
"Don't look so shocked," Noemi smiled, "it's just an
inexpensive place to stay."
"Well it does have a reputation," Jon said.
"Once upon a time, so did I," Noemi laughed, "but seriously,
it doesn't bother me at all."
Noemi directed Jon around to the back stairwell, then asked
if he would mind walking her to her room. Parking the car, he
quickly agreed.
"Thank you," she replied, "I hate walking into a dark room."
"Make yourself comfortable," Noemi said as she stepped
into the room and turned on the light.
Jon sat down on the closest bed. Even from across the
room, Noemi could see how nervous he was.
"Am I making you nervous?" she asked, deciding to take the
most direct path.
"No, not really," he lied.
"Did you think I asked you up here to do anything bad to
you?"
"Of course not," Jon quickly replied.
"That's good, because I'd never want you to think that."
Noemi paused another moment, then decided to be even
more direct.
"You really enjoyed the times we played online, didn't you?"
she asked.
"Oh yes," he replied.
Noemi took a long pause between breaths. This was the
moment when it all might go from being simply an online game to
something very real.
"Would you like to try those things for real?" She finally
asked.
"Oh God, yes," Jon said without hesitation.
""Wonderful," Noemi smiled.
Walking over to where Jon was sitting, Noemi took his hand
and gently helped him to his feet. Her lips found his, pressing
softly at first, then with more passion. Their tongues met and
each massaged the other for what seemed like the longest time.
As they kissed again, their bodies pressed together, making them
each aware of the warmth building within the other.
Noemi turned around and asked him to unzip her dress. She
could hear the excitement in his breaths as he pulled down the
zipper, letting out a deep sigh when the zipper reached bottom.
"Thank you," Noemi said as she reached up and slid her
dress off her shoulders and let it drop down to her ankles.
The thirty-six-year-old stepped out of the dress, took a long
step forward and turned back around. If she thought Jon was
going to get eyestrain back in the restaurant staring at her
breasts, it now looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
Beneath her simple dress, Noemi wore matching white lace
lingerie, complete with garter belt and stockings. The effect on
Jon was obvious.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked.
"I can't believe this is really happening," Jon said.
Noemi stepped closer to Jon and took his hand in hers.
Pressing it against the soft exposed flesh of her breasts, she
asked, "Does this feel like a dream?"
"Oh no," he replied.
Noemi couldn't believe the rush she was feeling at this
moment. She hadn't even been this excited her own first time.
She shifted his hand until it slid beneath the thin material
of her bra and brushed against her nipples. The touch of his
fingers against her erect tip sent a jolt of electricity through her.
She closed her eyes for a brief moment as Jon played first
with one nipple, then both as he brought his other hand up to its
twin. Releasing her hold on him, she reached behind her back and
undid the small clasp, freeing the objects of his attention.
"Oh God!" Jon gasped as the lacy material fell away and he
was faced with her mounds in all their glory.
He stood there for a few seconds after that, holding a
heavy globe in each of his hands. His fingers still pressing against
both the hard tips and the soft flesh beneath it.
"Can I kiss them?" he hesitantly asked.
"Honey, you can do anything you like with them," Noemi
laughed.
No sooner had the words left her mouth when Jon lifted one
breast to his own mouth and closed his lips around her nipple. His
tongue washed over her flesh as he drank deep of the perfume she
had splashed there earlier in the evening.
His lack of any real skill was more than balanced out by the
continuing sense of excitement Noemi felt. She offered soft
words of encouragement as she kissed the top of Jon's head,
suggestions he took to heart as he transferred his desires to her
other breast.
She let him play a while longer, giving in to his youthful
desire. Then she removed her nipple from his mouth and lifting his
head to hers, kissed him again.
"Let me show you how it's done," she said softly as their
lips parted.
Off went his jacket, tossed to the side. Slowly, sensuously,
Noemi undid the buttons of his shirt, working her way from top to
bottom. Once that was undone, she slid her hands under his
T-shirt and tickled the lightly haired chest beneath. Then with a
flourish, she pulled it up and over his head.
Returning to his chest, she ran her fingers cross it, paying
special attention to his own small nipples. Noemi rubbed them
gently, then as they also became hard, replaced the touch of her
fingers with her mouth.
Showing Jon exactly how it was done, her tongue and lips
demonstrated a skill that she had begun learning while he was still
taking his first steps. It was a lesson unlike any he had learned in
school. Even though there had been quite a few teachers he would've like
to have learned from.
As she continued to lick his nipples, Noemi reached down and
undid his belt and the zipper of his slacks. Her hand reached down
inside his pants and took hold of his cock, prompting an excited cry
from Jon.
A smile filled Noemi's face as she stroked his hard manhood,
putting its length at six inches at least. Exactly how Jon had
described it during their online lovemaking. Most guys, she
thought, would've exaggerated and added at least an inch or two.
Up and down she ran her hand, stroking the skin from his
balls to the crown of his cock. She could feel it grow even harder
at her touch and couldn't wait to have it in her mouth.
Dropping to her knees, she grabbed the sides of his slacks
and pulled them down. A second motion pulled down his briefs as
well. Fully erect, his cock stood at attention, reminiscent of the
Popsicles she so enjoyed as a little girl.
With much the same facial expressions that she exhibited
on those long ago summer days, Noemi took him wholly into her
mouth. Caressing first the tip, and then the entire length of his
cock, she brought forth an even louder cry of appreciation from
her young lover.
Her head bobbed up and down as she drew him even deeper
into her, creating a suction that he felt from his head to his toes.
Noemi kept one hand around his shaft, pumping it in and out of her
mouth and used the other to massage his balls and the skin
beneath it.
The pressure was more than Jon could bear. It wasn't his
first blow job, but compared to the woman in front of him, the two
girls who'd been there before had been rank amateurs. He was
sure that he was going to explode any second. Then, suddenly
without warning, the pressure stopped.
Opening his eyes and looking down, Jon felt a different
sensation. His cock was now wrapped in the soft warmth of
Noemi's breasts as she pressed them tight against his hardness,
massaging it as she moved them up and down. She bent her head
just enough to continue sucking the tip of his cock as it appeared
from within her flesh.
Once more she brought him to the edge, then let the fever
within him subside. Helping him off with the last of his clothes,
Noemi let Jon remove her panties, leaving her with only her
stockings and garter. The young man was fascinated by the relic
of an earlier generation.
But not half as fascinated as he was with the thick hairy
bush that had been beneath the white lace. That and the sweet
prize behind it.
"You can kiss that too if you want," Noemi laughed as she
watched the look of amazement on his face.
From the hesitant way Jon probed first with his finger, then
his tongue, Noemi was sure neither of his two previous partners
had given him the chance to examine them so closely.
As it was with his first attempt of suckling at her breasts,
Jon's use of his tongue on her most private spot was crude and
lacked direction. Unlike before, she was content just to let him
explore on his own as she leaned back and relaxed.
As she expected, his examination didn't take long. Teaching
a young man the advantages of being able to please a woman orally
was a most valuable lesson, but one that she was willing to let pass
for a later time. Right now, she decided, he was ready for the
main event.
With Jon sitting on the edge of the bed, Noemi told him to
lay back and she climbed on top of him. With her legs spread wide,
she lowered herself downward until the entrance to her
womanhood was resting against the head of his cock. Taking hold
of the base, she held it steady as she impaled herself on it.
"Just relax and enjoy it," she told him, "let me do the
work."
One he was fully inside of her, she lifted herself up and
down a few times, just to be sure it was a comfortable fit.
Satisfied, she was ready to go.
Noemi pulled Jon up into a sitting position as she began to
ride his cock at a faster pace. She guided his mouth to her dark
nipples so that he could apply the example she had shown him
earlier.
Holding each other tight, they rocked back and forth as Jon
eagerly licked her mounds. From the intensity of Noemi's
repetitions, it was obvious that this time there would be no holding
back. The fires racing through both of them would burn until they
exhausted themselves of their own accord.
Faster and faster Noemi rocked, as Jon held her close as he
could, making his strokes within her shorter and more frequent.
Their bodies trembled and covered with sweat as they hurdled
though an abyss toward a climactic explosion.
A double explosion that happened so close to one another as
to be almost simultaneous. Noemi let out a loud cry of joy that had
they been anywhere else would undoubtedly be frowned upon by
the people in adjacent rooms. Deep within herself she could feel
the warmth of Jon's climax filling her.
Jon on the other hand enjoyed his orgasm in silence as he
felt Noemi's sugar walls contract against his cock. It was an
experience that was totally new to him. From this day on, he would
consider this as the time he lost his virginity because it was the
first time he had ever made a woman come.
Noemi held Jon tight against her, long after their bodies
had stopped quaking and his cock had softened as to almost slide
out of her. They laughed and kissed each other over and over.
"I can't describe how much I enjoyed that," Jon said in
between kisses.
"Then don't try," Noemi grinned, "the look in your eyes is
enough."
"I love you," Jon said.
"Just so you know," she replied, "professions of love to a
woman who just fucked you aren't binding. At least not in my book.
If you still feel that way a week from now we'll talk about it."
"I'm going to feel that way forever," Jon insisted.
"We'll see," Noemi said as she kissed him once more, "but
for the here and now, there's something I want to ask you."
"Anything," Jon said as he kissed the top of her breasts.
"Now that we both warmed up," she said in with all the
sincerity she could manage, "what say we get down to some serious
fucking?"
The look of excitement on Jon's face in response to her
question made Noemi glad that she didn't have to be at work until
Monday morning. It was going to be a very long weekend.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2001
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