--Bitbard

"Dispensation of Grace" by Horangi (an182766@anon.penet.fi). One of my favorite songs is "Amazing Grace." This is not because I have a proclivity for bagpipe music, but rather because several years ago I had a student named Grace who was very mature for her age. Because of her alluring, seductive behavior and because of the images she conjured up in his head, my husband used to call her "Amazing Grace." One night after a football game he and I noticed her making it with two guys under the grandstand. That night my husband hummed "Amazing Grace" while he ate me out. A week or so later we were in a movie theater when we saw Grace and her current boyfriend making out a few rows over. My husband whispered in my ear what he would like to do to me and Amazing Grace, and I think I actually timed my orgasm to come with hers. The next Sunday the congregation sang "Amazing Grace" in church. I did not have an orgasm on that occasion, but I did have a hard time afterwards explaining to the kids what I was laughing about. What I am saying, I guess, is that the title of this story didn't exactly put me off.

In this story, "Mark" (that's not his real name; but that doesn't matter, because he's not even a real person) is a Ph.D. candidate and teaching assistant in anthropology at a large California university. He goes into a sex fantasy booth and is startled to see Grace (one of his most beautiful students) looking back at him through the one-way mirror. This encounter leads to some thoroughly stimulating activities for both of them. Mark incorporates Grace into his fantasy life with Helen, his fiancee who has been forced to live in a distant city.

Actually, it's not all that likely that a college student would find personal and sexual fulfillment that would enrich her life by taking a job that required her to strip and masturbate while horny, anonymous guys pound the bald-headed moose on the other side of a one-way mirror. Nor is it all that likely that a lonely guy is going to find a meaningful relationship in a sleazy booth in a red-light district. But there's something about the idea of two people, separated only by a thin one-way mirror, with breasts pushed up against one side, and cum shooting against the other... anyway, it's one helluva fantasy. As the song says, "You gotta have a wet dream, 'Cuz if you don't have a wet dream, How you gonna have a wet dream come true?" Or something like that.

Come to think of it, compared to the movie "Pretty Woman" this plot is stark realism.

The story examines in an interesting manner some complex and erotic emotions. For example, since "Mark" is both the teacher and the invisible patron, he views Grace as both a demure virgin and a sexy slut; and he finds this combination to be most enticing. Grace herself eventually opens up and discusses with Mark aspects of her own life outside the booth. A part of the sexual tension is that they are both being very unsafe in this form of safe sex in which they are engaged. In her job, Grace is running the risk that sooner or later someone will come into the booth and recognize her. And Mark is taking a risk that Grace will discover that he is her instructor, and there is no way of knowing what that could lead to, for better or worse.

I don't want to ruin the story by telling you too much of the plot. Suffice it to say that I especially enjoyed the confessional fantasy, when Grace reverted to her high school uniform and confessed her sins to Mark, who in his role as a patron in the booth actually did resemble a priest in the confessional.

Oh! One more thing. In this story Grace is experiencing some problems outside her booth life. She suffers from depression and visits a therapist; but she hasn't yet told the therapist about her job. Here's some free advice. If you are paying a therapist huge amounts of money to help you solve your problems, for God's sake tell the therapist if you happen to supplement your income by having real or fake orgasms for pay in a sex fantasy booth. The information may be relevant to your problem. At the very least, the therapist may be willing to let you pay for your session with in-kind services.

Overall, this was an excellent, well-rounded story. The author even spelled the word "discreet" correctly, which is the mark of a truly literate person. But the main reason I liked it was because it prompted me to go into the bedroom shortly after midnight humming, "Amazing Grace, how sweet she is, to suck a cock like mine." I go to school very tired some mornings after I review these stories!

Since the author will use the anonymous mailing service to post the story, there's a chance you might have trouble finding the whole thing when he reposts it - the parts may become widely separated. My advice to you is to wait until you have all three parts of the story. Then brace yourself for an amazing evening with Grace.