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From: Maria1971@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} RP - Waiting
Date: Mon,  5 Feb 2001 23:10:03 -0500
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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
place, then go away : )

This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
E-mail at Maria1971@aol.com and/or visit my web site
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MariaGonzales/www

Waiting

by Maria Gonzales

Copyright 1999 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this 
work without the author's written permission is 
strictly forbidden.

This very short story was written for a contest in 
ASSD.  It was inspired by a painting by Hopper.

Elizabeth had to admit to herself, that she did drink 
just a little too much wine at dinner, but eating alone 
could sometimes make her do that.  The emptiness she 
felt sometimes was too much for her.  Her husband 
William has been off to that awful war for more than 
two months now.  She tried not to let herself worry 
about him, knowing that if she did, that she would go 
mad. She could pass through the days thinking about 
him, having faith that somehow he would come home 
alive, but at night, alone in bed, she knew that she 
would never see him again.

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe just the months without 
William, but that night, as she changed into her simple 
white nightgown, Elizabeth felt a longing build up 
inside of her.  She laid back on her bed, and felt her 
hand move, almost as if somebody was moving it for her.  
Lifting up her gown, she softly ran her hand on her 
bare stomach.  Closing her eyes, she imagined that it 
was William touching her.  Her hand moved higher, and 
she moaned softly as her fingers traced little circles 
on her breasts.  To Elizabeth, it almost felt as if it 
were William's hand gently caressing her soft white 
skin.

Her hand moved down, and she giggled in surprise, 
finding that as her fingers traced lines along her 
stomach, she felt like somebody else was tickling her. 
Her hand moved lower, and she felt the fingers softly 
brush her between her thighs.  Even though her eyes 
were closed, she could see her beloved William laying 
next to her.

She arched her back as one of the fingers gently 
started to graze her labia. With a suddenness, it 
entered her, and she let out a soft moan.  The now 
moist finger then pulled out, and started to gently 
caress her clitoris.  Elizabeth heard a gasp escape 
from her lips, as the moist finger felt like her dear 
husbands tongue.  It gently circled her clitoris, and 
Elizabeth felt herself start to orgasm.

Trembling, she heard soft moans of pleasure escape her 
lips, and she was sure that her husband was somehow 
with her.  As her orgasm reached a crescendo, she 
screamed William's name, telling him how much she loved 
him, how much she needed him. Once her orgasm had 
drifted away, she opened her eyes, to look at her 
beloved William, and realized that she had been 
imagining him.  She fell to the floor and cried for 
him, longing to see him, to touch him.  She sat there 
for hours, softly calling his name.

She awoke the next morning hearing to a knock on the 
door.   Quickly wrapping herself in a robe, she smiled 
as she opened the door.   She saw two uniformed 
soldiers, and she knew that her sweet William somehow 
was with her last night. She started to weep, and the 
officers offered their condolences to her, and told her 
that William had died a hero early last night.  As he 
succumbed to his wounds, he died softly whispering her 
name.

END


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