Copyright 2003 Frank Downey

This story contains adult material. If this is illegal where you reside or if you are underage where you reside, begone.

This one’s for my pal Girl Friday, and for muses everywhere <G>.

COLLABORATION

"It’s disgusting, I tell you!" Dana said.

"I know," Michelle agreed. "I mean, look. She’s sitting on his lap!" The red-haired nymph shook her head. "And I think his hand’s on her boob!"

"This was bad enough when they did all their work by email and ICQ. I mean, some of the shit that went back and forth made me blush," Dana complained. "You know what it takes to make an erotic muse blush?"

"I know," Michelle replied sympathetically, as her own hand slid almost imperceptibly down to Dana’s boob. Dana sighed as Michelle’s fingers pinched her nipple. "Those two are uncontrollable."

"Oh, yeah! I mean, yes they are," Dana gasped. "Oh GOD! What are they doing now?"

"I think they’re writing the cunnilingus scene," Michelle said, as Dana’s hand slid between her legs. "Well, researching it, actually."

The two nymphs looked on, spellbound, as the unmistakable sound of female moaning filled the room. "How is she still managing to type?" Dana asked, as her hands caressed Michelle’s body.

"I don’t know," Michelle gasped.

Dana peered on intently as Friday writhed in the computer chair. "Damn, she’s enjoying herself. It looks like he’s good at that."

"He’s very good at that," Michelle confirmed, as her tiny hands fondled Dana’s mons.

"You know what? They don’t seem to need us at all," Dana said with a grin.

"No they don’t," Michelle grinned back. "And watching them is making me so hot!" And before you could say "sixty-nine," the two muses were doing exactly that, tongues diving deep into each other’s pussies.

"God," Dana gasped, "when Friday said to me, ‘We’re going to Massachusetts, so Frank and I can write face-to-face,’ I didn’t realized I’d have this much fun!"

"I know," Michelle agreed, and dove back into Dana’s crotch. Soon, the high-pitched orgasmic squeaks of the two muses were competing with the throaty moans of the human female across the room.

"Oh God," a satiated Michelle exclaimed, as she cuddled Dana in post-orgasmic bliss. "That was fantastic!"

"I know," Dana agreed. "We’ll have to get these two together more often."

Michelle peered around Dana to see the rest of the room. "Are they writing again?"

"Well, he’s writing," Dana giggled. "She’s on her knees."

"Oh, goody," Michelle laughed, "Frank can’t type properly when he’s not getting a blowjob!"

"Well, the spellcheck is certainly going to get a workout, then. But with all this research, it ought to be a damn good story!"

--Fin—