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Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature,
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This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or
magic that may be broken within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Avatar Pt 3
Nicole drifted out of her sleep. She sat up and looked around. She
was in her room at home. She wondered briefly about the strange
dream of being in that cave with David. Was it a vision? Could it
possibly mean that David was hurt? But as soon as she thought it,
she knew that wasn't the case. Somehow she knew that David was
unharmed, wherever he was.
She got up and went into the bathroom. She lifted the seat, took her
dick in hand and let the urine flow. When the flow reduced to a
trickle then ceased, she shook it off, and flushed the toilet. She
had a brief urge to use some toilet paper to wipe her crotch, but
shook it off. A dick didn't need to be wiped.
She returned to the bedroom, and got a pair of panties out of her
drawer and put them on. But when she pulled them around her waist,
they were abnormally tight. She always preferred her panties a
little tight, but now it was almost like there wasn't enough room for
her dick inside the silken undergarment.
But that was silly, she had had a dick since she was born. Why would
her underwear suddenly not fit? Most likely she had put on a little
weight, and just not noticed it till now. Maybe David was right and
she should start an exercise plan. Of course, David was an exercise
freak, and short of a doctor telling him NO, he'd go jogging in the
middle of a blizzard.
The funny thing was, up till now, every time David had invited her on
one of his early morning jogs, she had flatly refused. But now, the
very concept of not jogging seemed alien to her. She opened up her
pants drawer, looking for something to wear to go jogging in.
Problem was, the only thing she had were tight jeans and formal
slacks. She looked through the drawer, searching for the sweats she
remembered wearing on previous jogging trips.
But that brought her up short. Previous jogging trips? How could
she have refused every previous offer to go jogging, but actually
remember having been jogging? But she clearly remembered having gone
jogging.
But there was another thing. If she had ever accepted one of David's
offers, wouldn't she remember jogging with him? But she only
remembered jogging alone. But then she remembered years back, having
gone jogging with others. Sometimes male, sometimes female. But she
remembered the guys as just friends, and most of the girls as
girlfriends, romantic-type girlfriends. But she wasn't a lesbian, or
even remotely bi.
She shook her head. She'd figure it out later. A good jog always
cleared her mind. But she had to find something to wear before she
could go out.
Then she had it. David had left some sweats here for when he slept
over so he didn't have to worry about what to wear for his early
morning jogs. After he had left yesterday, she had washed his
clothes, and they were still in the laundry basket by the door where
she left them when she finished last night.
But as she walked, she noticed another problem. The panties she wore
weren't just tight, they were actually pushing her dick into her
cunt. The feeling was mildly erotic, but mostly annoying. When she
got to the basket, she stripped off her panties and dropped them to
the side.
She was prepared to go without underwear, but when she pulled David's
sweats out, she noticed a pair of his boxers in the basket and
grabbed them, too. She slid them on, enjoying the loose feel around
her crotch. She pulled the sweats on over them, and pulled the
drawstring at the front, tightening them around her waist. Then she
returned to her room for something to cover her top.
She looked through her drawer for a bra, and realized that what she
had was totally inappropriate for a jogging trip. She couldn't find
one sports bra in the entire collection she had. She thought about
it and realized she had one choice. Her best friend, Anna, had left
some clothes from when she had changed for the costume party that the
three of them (Anna, David, and Nicole) had gone to last week before
David's departure. Which reminded Nicole, Anna would be over later
to pick her clothes up. Nicole went to the pile of clothes of Anna's
and looked through it, finding one of Anna's bras. Now if it just
fit.
Luckily both Anna and Nicole had the same base size, 38, but Anna
only had a C cup as opposed to Nicole's double D. But the smaller
cup should allow Anna's bra to function in much the same way as a
sports bra, holding her breasts much tighter and closer to her chest.
Nicole stopped. This was sure an awful lot of trouble to go through,
just to go jogging. She could go get a sports bra at the athletic
store and go jogging tomorrow. But somehow that didn't seem right.
It just seemed natural to get up and go jogging first thing in the
morning.
Nicole chuckled. Now that sounded like David. Once she had asked,
"Why don't you sleep in today?"
He had leaned over, given her a peck on the cheek, and said, "I have
been getting up and going jogging every morning since I was fifteen.
I'm not going to change now."
It was tight and uncomfortable, but it would hold through her jog.
She strapped herself in, and went for a shirt. Her own blouses were
too frilly for a good jog, and she finally decided to complete her
current ensemble by putting on one of David's sweat shirts.
Once she was finished, she had to giggle. Here she was, almost ready
to go out, but not a stitch of clothing she was wearing was hers. It
was ironic since her own wardrobe was larger than Anna's and David's
combined.
She got a pair of socks and her one pair of sneakers (for bike rides,
her one concession to David's exercise passion), then hit the road.
She went jogging down the road and through the park. She stopped for
a brief drink of water, and saw a woman on a bench, crying. Nicole
was filled with a desire to help and walked over. "Excuse me," she
said, "I couldn't help but hear your crying. Can I help?"
"It's nothing."
Nicole's mind was filled with images and, somehow, she understood
them all. "It's your husband. Over the last week he has been
behaving in a secretive manner, not saying where he's going or what
he's been doing. You're thinking that he's probably having an
affair."
The woman sniffled back some tears and looked up at Nicole. "How did
you know? Are you...?"
"The other woman? No." Nicole extended her hand. "Take my hand."
The woman looked up at her, but then tentatively reached up and took
Nicole's hand. As soon as they touched Nicole felt the presence of
the woman's husband through her love for him and knew what he had
been doing. "There is no other woman," Nicole told her. "Your
husband has been planning a surprise dinner and gift for tonight, the
anniversary of your first date."
The woman looked at Nicole in stunned wonderment. "I had forgotten
that tonight was our first date anniversary. But... how did you
know?"
Nicole just smiled. "Is that really relevant? Go home, wait for
tonight, and try to act surprised when your husband springs this on
you tonight."
The woman got up, thanked Nicole profusely, and ran off. But as she
ran, Nicole wondered the same thing she had. Where had those images
come from? And why was she so sure they were real?
As she jogged home, she wondered what else was next.
************
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"This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure. I just like T.V. better."
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
ICQ#37222294
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