Guest Story by Lisa

Angel

"Is that you?"

"Yep, someone I used to know drew it for me."

"Nice sword," she said, complimenting the beautiful drawing. "A girlfriend drew it for you?"

"Yeah, but we haven't talked in a while. She had some terrible issues that...consumed her."

"Okay. I won't ask."

"It's fine. She couldn't handle her past and someone like me being in love with her."

"Do you still?"

"Hell, yeah. I wanted to marry her."

"Oops."

Michael laughed.

"You're fine. You don't know if you don't ask."

"That's true. Anyway, she drew you beautifully, Michael."

"She may have exaggerated a little. My hair is not to my waist, it's just past my shoulders a bit."

"That sounds wonderful, I've always liked long hair on a man."

"I am tall, but I don't have white eyes," he joked.

"Well, what color are they?"

"A very smoldering brown," he said with a grin.

"Are you flirting with me?" she asked. "Too bad I can't judge for myself."

"Are you flirting with me?" he retorted. "Care to take a look?"

"How is that possible, I don't have a webcam, sweetie."

"I do...and, uh...don't call me 'sweetie' it makes me...uh...nervous."

"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it. I hope I didn't offend you."

"Quite the opposite, Lacey," she couldn't see the gleam in his eyes.

"Okay, maybe I can see your eyes the next time we talk, I have to get to class. Until then..." she wrote, nervously.

"I look forward to it."

She never expected the conversation to go this way. She went to the erotic website looking for sexy stories to read, but stopped when she saw the picture. There were no sexy stories, just poems. Poems of love, poems of sadness. She was drawn to the writer and had to compliment him on his beautiful words. She didn't expect him to even respond.

He had written her back informing her that he was merely looking for a place to meet nice people and post a few poems. He didn't know that the people on the site were so...open minded and hasn't been back since. She smiled at his innocence, it made her feel warm. He asked her to stick around and please write back.

He had questioned why such a nice girl would even be in a place like that. Lacey told him that she was indeed a nice girl, but her mind...not so much. Michael was a little stunned at her honesty, but thought it was refreshing to meet someone so innocent, yet, so curious. They told each other about their desires, fetishes, hobbies, likes, dislikes, and favorite foods...and a few other things that were hard to believe, at least for her it was.

{The Following Week}

"You have anymore poems I could read, Michael?"

"Haven't written much of them lately. I work alot."

"What do you do?"

"A computer freak."

"Wow, so am I. I want to get my degree, plus I teach on the side."

"Where do you find the time to live, Lacey?"

"I get out every now and again."

"How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-five, and you?"

"Nineteen."

Silence...

More silence...

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not kidding."

"That can't be right---"

"Look at your screen, Lacey. Except my invitation."

"What is it for?"

"So you can see me. I'm nineteen I promise."

"Wait, I didn't prepare---."

"Don't worry, silly, I can't see you."

"Oh yeah, that's right," she said, grateful he couldn't see her head fall into her hand.

Her heart skipped a beat and began to pump erratically.

"Are you ready."

"Yes...I accepted it, Michael."

Suddenly an image popped up on her screen and she wasn't sure what she was looking at. Her eyes focused and she could see his muscular arms folded across his chest like some sort of young prince, or a Viking sailor. She didn't tell him to move it up, because she wanted to get this image imprinted in her mind. Her eyes travelled from his wide shoulders down to his elbows again.

His muscular chest rose and fell as he patiently waited for Lacey to tell him she could see him.

"I see you. Damn, you're big, but I can't see your face."

"Here...how's that?"

His long hair fell over his other shoulder as he sat back against the chair. He wore modern glasses and had a very nice goatee.

"Michael, you're beautiful."

"Stop it, Lacey. I scare the daylights out of people around here."

"Why is that?"

"I'm 6'5, long black hair, and I wear black clothes."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Give me your address and say that again."

"Umm...not just yet."

"I'm harmless. The people I work with call me their bodyguard."

She watched him unconsciously push his hair back with both hands.

"Do that again."

"Do what?"

"What you did with your hair..."

"You like that, huh?"

He removed his glasses and put them on the desk. He stared into the camera as he brought both hands to his forehead, bringing his hands down the waves of his hair. He knew he was turning her on.

"My, my, my...you are something else."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you're too sexy to be so far away."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'll just have to take care of something...a little later."

"Why later?"

She watched as Michael situated the camera right on his lap. His hands came into view as he lifted his t-shirt and unfastened the first button, then typed...

"Want to knock out one of those fetishes you were telling me about?"

"You have got to be joking!" she said watching his hips.

"You've never done this before?"

"No," she answered, licking her lips.

"Good, we'll be each other's first."

"You sure are bold for a virgin, Michael."

"Yeah, my mind isn't all that innocent for sure."

"Isn't it too soon?"

"Not really. I like you and I trust you. I don't do that too often."

"You can't see me, though."

"I trust you."

She watched with wide eyes as he unzipped his pants slowly for the camera. She bit her bottom lip and proceeded to lower her own pants. Clad in only her panties, she watched as Michael slid his hand inside his opened trousers and pulled out a very big prize.

"Oh, now that isn't fair to see something like that and not be able to touch it."

"What would you do with it if you could?"

"I like to start from the bottom and work my way up."

"Oh...really," he said with a nervous chuckle.

"I would circle my tongue around each of your berries until they were dripping wet."

"Damn."

Lacey's body temperature began to rise and tiny beads of perspiration broke out all over her. She forgot to swallow as she watched Michael's arousal grow. He wrapped his fingers around the head of his cock and slowly pumped himself.

"What do you look like, Lacey?"

"Creamy, tanned skin, except for the bikini areas, and green eyes."

"You have to send me a picture."

"I can't."

"Why not?" He slightly loosened his grip.

"I can't do three things at once," she said, smiling.

He looked into the camera and grinned, getting her meaning.

"I wish I could see you. Tell me...what's got you...so tied up?" lazily stroking himself for her benefit.

"I'm doing what you're doing, of course. One hand is typing, the other is between my legs. You've caused me to make such a mess, Mike," she said teasingly.

"Follow my lead, then. When I slide down, you slide inside," noticing her tension was slowly dying away.

"O--kay."

Michael removed his hands from the keyboard in order to relax in his chair, but asked her to continue to tell him what she would do to him if she was kneeling in front of him. She also continued to play follow the leader and soon they were moving at the same time, only she knew this. So, she let him know. Placing his hand behind his head, he began stroking at the words she said to him.

Several times he closed his eyes, the whole moment being more than he could handle. This girl he was talking to must be an angel for she came to him out of the blue and just in time. He had been depressed for so long because of his past and she seemed not afraid that he was so straight to the point, and real.

She sent his mind whirling as she described her curvaceous figure and round ass to him. She informed him that he would tower over her by a whole foot. He closed his eyes tighter as he imagined her round breasts filling his palms as she straddled him, riding his hard cock.

He pictured his hands leaving her breasts in order to grab a mass of amber curls and brought her down to kiss him. She told him she was near orgasm as she wished she could feel him sliding in and out of her dripping cunt.

"Lacey, I'm about to cum. You paying attention?" He wrote in a rush, even though the spelling was off, she understood.

"Yes," she said, eyes half closed.

As she watched Michael with awe, his shaft erupted, white liquid shot up into the air. She could see drops and streams landing on his shirt and thighs.

"Oh my God," she said with wide eyes.

With that, Lacey crossed over and had the most powerful orgasm she had ever had with her own hand. She was about to get back to the keyboard when another wave rose and she shuddered with another more intense orgasm.

She pulled her hands away and felt herself trying to rise that peak a third time, but collapsed in her chair.

"Lacey?" he wrote. "Lacey...you alright?"

"whatzz, II'm tfine."

She saw Michael laugh and checked the monitor. Great, she thought, real sexy.

"Wow, I've never shot that high before. I haven't been doing this for very long."

"Mm-hmm..."

"I've got cum all in my keyboard...damn," he said smiling. "Excuse me for sec, alright?"

Michael stood and removed all his clothing. He cleaned off the computer, the chair, and his midsection. Lacey watched this with deer eyes and a smile. She laughed as he stretched and posed for an unseen audience.

"Nice ass."

"Thank you," he said after doning clean clothes.

"I enjoyed that."

"Really. How much?"

"I came twice."

"Oh yeah, you enjoyed it," he said with a small blush.

"Are you blushing?" She saw him bite his fingernail.

"No."

"You are!" She smiled. "You look adorable when you blush."

Michael covered his face with both hands. He had never experienced anyone reacting to him this way and it was overwhelming.

{The Following Day}

"When do I get to hear your voice?" He asked. "Better yet---I'm not trying to push you, so I won't ask you for yours. But I will give you mine. Call me when you feel like it, but I really would like to talk to you in person."

"I don't know...I didn't plan for this to happen."

"No rush," he said. "2175559801," he wrote, winking towards the camera.

He watched the monitor and felt her contemplation. He was grateful that she wasn't so eager to speak to a stranger, but he willed her in his mind to pick up the phone, especially after what they've done together. So far. Disappointment washed over him as another message popped up on the screen.

"I'm a little nervous."

"Lacey, I haven't been in many relationships, but...it feels good to talk to you. We're so much alike, its scary. I would never hurt you and anyone who tried would be dead. I'm not trying to scare you with that, it's just, something is happening to me and, and...I don't even know what you look like."

Silence.

Lacey watched a smile and relief spread across his face as he picked up the phone.

"Hello, Michael," she said quietly.

"I knew you would have a sexy voice. I could listen to you all night."

"I hate I made you feel like I didn't trust you, but, I was thinking about caution. Something I should have thought about before I pulled my panties down, right?"

"Well, I'm certainly glad you did."

She didn't move from in front of the monitor, because she wanted to watch him while they spoke. She melted as he idly played with his hair.

"You have such a nice chest...oops, did I say that out loud? I forgot I'm not typing anymore," she laughed.

"It's okay, Lacey, I'm glad you like what you see," he said grinning. "I just got back in shape not too long ago. I gained alot of weight from my depression and now...I was just ready for a change."

"You're on the right track, sweetie, because you look good!"

She knew that would make him blush again. Damn, he's so cute, she thought.

"You said you taught yourself Italian...how much of it do you know?

"Not much, but more than I did two years ago. I'm also trying to refresh my French and German."

"Desidero fare l'amore voi," Michael spoke.

"What?" she exclaimed. "Please don't tell me you know Italian."

"Mangili voi se vi ottengo le mie mani."

"What are you saying to me, Michael. It's sexy, but I'm curious.

"I said...Je veux vous faire l'amour," he teased her in French.

"Michael, see now you're just showing off. I don't understand a word of it okay. You wanted to prove a point, Mr. Smartypants, well, there you go."

"Je vous d'vorerai si j'obtiens mes mains sur vous," he toyed with her.

"You turning me on again, I'm sure you know this."

"Das ist der plan." That is the plan he told her in German.

"Oh! I'm through!" she laughed.

He had wanted to see her in pleasure, but would settle to hear her for now. He would tell her later what he spoke in those languages. Just a simple: I want to make love to you and I will devour you if I get my hands on you. The plain truth.

"I want to hear you moan, Lacey."

"And how do you plan to get me to do that, hmmm?"

"By telling you how much I would love to take you to dinner and while we're waiting for our meal, slip my hand inside your panties. I would dip my finger inside your pussy so I could taste you."

"Mmmmmm...don't make promises you can't keep, Michael."

"If I had the chance, trust me, it would be a reality."

"I'm sure I wouldn't be able to help myself when I slid my hand inside your pants to run my thumb over your head. If I was clumsy enough to drop something under the table, I would have to go and get it," she teased.

"Aw yeah? You would do that to me in public?"

"I forgot to tell you...I'm just a tad bit kinky. Just a tad."

"Then describe your pussy to me."

"Oh, but you do keep me on my toes...well, of course it's soft, and covered with a bit of light brown, wavy hair. The lips are kissable and juicy enough to suck into your mouth, a nice and tight cream-filled strawberry."

Silence...

They talked for hours and ate while they talked. He was a sexy nerd and she was loving his conversation from the solar system to sexual positions. She listened to him sing a song about her causing him to want to be a better man. He informed her he wasn't a singer, but his effort didn't go unnoticed. His soft masculine voice was melodious in her ear.

With all his knowledge and willingness to share it, she kidded around about him being her substitute when she teaches. She knows now that when you say the word 'sub' these days to make sure you're not misunderstood. Michael had thought to himself, Oh God, I'm falling in love with a Mistress! He did ask her if she was just that and she relaxed him by explaining what she had meant...at that particular moment and left it at that.

She began to want more than just his voice. He seemed to be thinking the same thing when he told her...

"I live in Portland. Where do you live?"

"Maine."

"Damn, that's pretty far, guess I'll have to buy a car."

"What are you talking about?"

"I haven't bought a car, yet. I've been riding my bike to work to get in shape."

"Your...bike?"

That made him sound so much younger than nineteen. Lacey felt like such a cradle robber, even if he was of age. It's just that when he spoke, he had the wisdom of a much older, intelligent man.

"Yeah, so I think now I have a reason to get a car. I want to meet you."

"Meet me?"

"You can trust me, people look to me for protection, not the other way around. I wouldn't harm you, but again, I will let you decide for yourself."

They spoke on the phone everyday for several months. She sent him a picture and Michael almost fainted, he wanted her badly. Her green eyes staring into him always beckoned for him to call. Their conversations started off innocently enough and ended very hot and intense with a creamy mess to clean up. Or not. ;)

The week before they met, Michael rocked her world:

"I love you, Lacey. I can't stop thinking about you. I want to be with you forever, but circumstances make that impossible. I burn and ache thinking about you...so gentle and fierce. Like the slow and gentle dance of a candle flame to a moth, you're so alluring to me."

Speechless...

He showed up at her door, hands trembling with anticipation. She opened the door and he rushed in to lift her in his arms. He closed his eyes and exhaled. Finding her almost felt like...finding him. He was at peace and didn't seem to want to move from that moment. He also thought of the way he'd been smiling like an idiot since the first message. He felt he had known her...

"I'm in love with you, Michael."

"I know."

"How?"

"By the way you talk to me. You're very easy to read, you know," winking at her.

Their kiss was painfully sweet, soft, slow and somewhat restrained. They would have bitten each other if they weren't careful. He can ask for that later, Lacey thought. He looked down at her as a bit of mischief crept into her eyes and he smiled. He had all sorts of thoughts on the drive over. Hours and hours of torture as he imagined doing every sexy thing they talked about over the phone.

He walked her backwards into her cozy little apartment and closed the door with one motorcycle boot. As soon as he placed her down on the couch across the room, he removed his jacket. He knew he had her attention when he brought his hands to his hair and removed the band that held it in a ponytail. Lacey admired the way his hair spilled over his shoulders. He's mine now, she thought with a smile.

She scooted to the edge of the couch and moved her skirt up a little to open her legs slightly. She grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him toward her, allowing him to stand between her knees. Taking her time, she removed his belt, watching him stuggle between closing his eyes and watching her. When she unzipped his pants and opened them up...

"This does not belong to a nineteen year old."

"No, it doesn't. I'm twenty now, remember."

"At least that's what the birth certificate says."

"Six years is nothing," he said. "I'm positive you have alot to teach me, I will be your eager student," he smiled down at her.

"Well, in that case, first lesson...there are many types of blowjobs a man can get. There is one with just the mouth, there is the pumping of the hand while sucking and licking the head, there is playing with the balls and deep throating the shaft, there is licking it like an ice cream cone and lots of flicking with the tongue...and much more. So, which one would you like to try?"

"All of them," he said with a sexy grin.

"We don't have that kind of time."

"Actually, we do...I...uh...didn't plan on returning home," this time he wasn't grinning.

Lacey smiled as she accepted his statement. She opened her mouth over his stiff cock as he removed his t-shirt. She reached up and caressed his chest, pulling a sexy moans from his mouth. His smooth voice made her wet and she was inspired to lick him like a lollipop, first, then a popsicle. She started with flicking the slit of his head with her tongue, then swirling it around the ridges of his head. She followed a thick vein down and around the girth of his cock straight down to his scrotum.

She sucked one into her mouth and tongued it gently at first. When she got to the other one, she gently ran her teeth over it, sending chills up his spine.

"Girl, what are you doing to me?!"

"Shhhh."

She came back up to the head and sucked him into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. He jerked at this and yelled her name at the same time. Saliva streamed down her chin, between her breasts, and just kept going. The more he pushed in and out of her warm mouth, the wetter her mouth and other regions became. She backed away from his shaft and let him watch her take some of that moisture and spread it over the head of his dick.

"No way!" He said in disbelief.

Oh she's going to love this. Everything she does is new to him, at least in person it would be. She knew that he had only seen a few naked pictures and a few naughty movies, but not enough to prepare him for the real thing. Live.

He watched in amazement as she spread her cream all over his shaft and balls and proceeded to lick it off. His orgasm was let loose in torrid waves, never stopping to let him catch his breath. Not one single drop made it to the floor, he noticed. After he dropped to his knees in front of her, he kissed her mouth and smiled. A quick breather and then...

"Your turn, Miss Mitchell."

"Are you up for it?"

"That...and more."

Michael pushed Lacey back against the couch. He thought of pushing her skirt above her waist, but changed his mind and pulled it right off. He lifted her shirt above her head, threw it to the floor, and removed her bra. He would have removed her panties, but she wasn't wearing any, of course.

He lifted her knees back to touch her shoulders and slid his tongue along her pink slit. The moisture doubled and he made a point to remove it all, but it just kept coming back, he noticed. He was glad that she was so aroused by him, a plus for his ego. He circled his tongue around her clit and gently bit into her cream covered folds. It was his turn to listen to sexy moans caused by his ministrations.

He licked her pussy juices like ice cream melting on a cone. He sucked her lips again, and relentlessly stabbed at her clit, flicking and circling it. His eyes took on that glazed look and he become more agressive, moaning as he did. More cream came down on his tongue as he moved it inside against her walls.

"Yeah, right there. You got it...oh...God, yes. I thought you said you were new at this," she managed to say between squeals.

"Some of us guys actually read the articles...too."

He brought her feet to the floor and placed his hands under her bottom. Lifting her hips to his mouth, he sucked her clit into his mouth and toyed with the bud by darting his tongue horizontally then vertically.

"M-Michael, I'm going to cum...if you like you can---."

"Shhhh."

He knew what to do, he had heard from a few friends that some women/girls like for their clit to be sucked on while having an orgasm. He got the feeling Lacey was one of them. Pleasure spasms snaked through her body causing her hips to move uncontrollably, Michael battled to keep his mouth clamped on the swollen bud. After several moments, her body started to calm itself. That was arousing as hell, he thought.

"What's next?" he said enthusiastically.

"Give me...one second, okay."

One second.

"Alright, second's up," he said lifting her nude body. "Where is your bedroom?"

"Ummm..."

"Quick, Lacey, I'm about to explode!"

"Already, damn...I do that to you?" She said being coy.

"I'm sure you know."

"Down the hall and to the left."

He dumped her on top of the comforter and removed his jeans. Propped up on her elbows, Lacey admired his very manly-looking body. She laughed when he gave her another pose before leaping on top of her. She screamed and opened her legs just in time. His passionate kissing threatened to turn her to a pile of mush. What is mush, hell if I know, but that is the only word she could use to describe what it felt like to melt.

His big body and wide shoulders blocked her view of anything else in the room. His hair covered her periperal view and her shoulders. She tangled her hands into that dark mass while he continued kissing her deeply with his tongue. Finally, he lifted his hips and slid his fat cock into her flooded pussy. The amount of moisture made the perfect slip-n-slide. His body jerked, his grunts and groans were heavenly to Lacey's ears.

"My God, I had no idea---aarghhhh," as he exploded for the first time inside of a woman.

"You know...I'm flattered that you, uh--"

"You don't really think I'm finished, do you," he whispered.

He pulled back slightly and pushed forward hard and deep until he developed a mind-blowing rhythm. The deeper he thrust, the more cream he pulled from her. He pistoned her wet cunt so deeply that she began to scream for him to go deeper. Although he knew it was impossible to go any deeper, he rose up a placed one of her legs over his shoulder. Leaning over her on both hands, he rammed his hips into her. Over and over he drove into her, increasing his thrusts as his arousal grew with each pass her drenched lips made over his cock.

Several moments later, Lacey moved and placed her legs around his waist. Still on his hands, Michael continued driving with the intent to go as deep as humanly possible. The continued pounding against her clit and inner spot caused her to gave up the fight and sent her cascading down a splendid wave of ecstacy.

Michael followed as he watched her body spasm, felt her walls squeezing and massaging his sensitive skin. The pressure was unexpected and he detonated inside of her in convulsions.

"What's next?" she teased breathlessly.

"Uh...just...give me one second," he said in a low voice.

One second.

"Alright, second's up," she said after she returned.

"No, I'm not ready. I can't--oohhhhh, what lesson is this?"

"The more...ingenious ways to use a cordless massage and feather on a man tied to a bed. If you're not ready...you're going to be."

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