Archive-author: RICHH
Archive-title: Computer Lab
At the time I thought he didn’t notice me. Later I found that just the opposite was true
basement, he had made a kind of voodoo shrine to me, and my picture
was on his coathangers, plus, he wanted his TWO DOLLARS!>. I had
been watching him for maybe two months trying to decide what it was
about him that made my hormones go wild
and kick like the Rockettes.>. When seated next to him I got so wet
that I was worried about leaving a stain on the chair
realized that it was just my cigar-smoke that had triggered the
sprinkler above my desk...>. I had read about pheromone in
relation to animals, but never thought that people were subject to
the same influences
*never* make a connection like *tha-at* Hee. Wanna see my
underwear?>.
Why we frequently found ourselves in such close proximity
was another story. The
English department where I taught did
not think a lowly adjunct needed a computer. In fact,
they didn’t even think I merited a desk
IN! Silly ole me.>. In reality, I didn’t need a computer as
programming was just a hobby for me
would agree. "Computers...BAH!>. I just liked the idea of making
a machine my slave
but hey, different strokes...>
Thus we found ourselves seated in front of our respective
IBM clones
computer references. If she later mentions IMSAI, and misspells
it, I will surely die. Altair? S-100 bus? Oh the humanity!> on
an almost daily basis. With a little detective work
Call me Samantha Spayed!> I found out that his name was Alex and he
was an instructor in the computer science department.
Even if he had been a sexual zilch, I still would have
probably noticed him as we were the ONLY users of the two PCs in a
faculty lab filled with Macs
bullet-bras *over* our halter tops>. God! how I hated those
machines
comp.sys.Amiga.Advocacy?>. My prejudice
serendipidists!>, like most was
inherited, in my case from my father. He has been
working with computers for the last 30 years
the transistor! Shocking.>. As a memento, he gave me his original
IMSA 8080 still in working order. I had been
brought up to think that computers should not be `cute’
Sally Fields, but she's a *button*!>.
Herman, the director of the lab, must have picked up
on my vibes
white mongo plug-in deals with the end that looks like a disc
brake. And boy, was it loud.> as he would barely give me the time
of day
really care. Lemme see, it's six to four>. That is, until I
hatched MY PLAN
found the USFL!>.
One day, finally overcoming my shyness
shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life that you
want to>, I glanced over at Alex
THE WORLD!!>. Actually, I looked at his monitor
notable for the penciled-in swastika> and realized that he was
trying to pirate a ship! But if you’re not the Dread Pirate
Roberts, then who is?> an application
which is silly, because if you just ask, they are required by law
to give you one.>.
“If Herman catches you, he will hang you by
your thumbnails and tattoo Mac
icons on strange parts of your body.
me that's *not* strange. I'm from Canada.>”
Alex laughed and said< "There's madness afoot at the
Circle-K this eve">, “Oh, Herman and I are good buddies
euphemism for 'lifemates'?>. I teach Pascal using
'Hooked on Phonics'> the Mac and I frequently have to ask him
questions. Actually, I make up the questions so I can stay on his
good side.”
After the ice was broken, we began to talk every day.
On about the third day, I found out about HIS OFFICE. Since he was an instructor, the university deemed
'Merited'?? And now *this*.> to give him an office. It was a
hasty sheetrock affair of about 70 square feet and a very
large Steelcase desk
Well...you're the wordsmith.>. On the downside
at WOGL, and I'm gonna be sending you home with a little Bay City
Rollers Action: S--A--T-U-R--D-A-Y. NIGHT!>?, it was located off
the very room in which I sat
. Despite these
limitations, it had a door with a lock
taped to it, the meaning of which eludes me even now>. This was not
the point when I began to formulate MY <5 YEAR>PLAN, but I am sure
that it was an inspiration.
MY <5 YEAR>PLAN took its focus the day Alex and I were on
the elevator together
philosophers. Then I would make everyone wear gray and cut their
hair like Moe Howard. Then...>. It was the typical cattle car
scene
their rocks off.>. We were jammed in like sardines and the only
redeeming factor that when pressed against each other I realized
that Alex was sporting a very big hard on. After this
revelation and a few later surreptitious glances, I realized that
he had an constant erection whenever we were together
only mean one thing! He liked girls.>. He seemed to have the same
chemical reaction to me as I did to him
moisten and his nipples would press against his bra.>. This
discovery was the impetus
impetus can be cured. Roll some stamps around his penis before you
go to bed, stamp AIR MAIL on his forehead and then...> which led me
to even think about anything as risky as THE PLAN<9 From Outer
Space. by Edward Woodie>.
A few very innocent lunches, laced with a lot of
heavy sexual tension, followed. As inconvenient
as the location of his office WAS, it turned out that we were both
married. This came as not a really big surprise, as I was fully
cognizant of my own marital status
Although I forget sometimes and have to look at the ring to remind
me. I'm so silly.> and since he was not a kid
*does* know just a few too many details about the Lindbergh baby,
and whenever he talks about it, he says "we". But I'm so
silly...>, the probabilities
fourteen against a dealer's six drop dramatically if you scream,
"Hit me, Lotus-Blossom!" and pound your fist on the table> were
that he was married too. Although I had anticipated the fact, it
presented problems
thingees. I mean, who *cares* how fast the pool fills?! How will
*this* come in handy at the supermarket?>. I never claimed to be
a romantic
, but the idea of a seedy motel room
didn’t much appeal to
me.
His office therefore became the most likely location. As I mentioned before, its only assets were the large
desk and the locked door
the hydraulic winch, the cross...>. The walls were paper
thin. Since I generally cum loudly and frequently, after
contemplation, I
decided I had better begin my homework
answers were in the back>.
While Herman beamed away
oh my-->, I began my research on the Mac. Discretion was the
key word
dollars>. Herman was very protective of his little apples
called his marble-sized testicles>. The actual programming was
done at home thanks to a Mac on loan from a friend>Steve Jobs>.
(When it comes to programming, I am very patient.
most programmers share this quality. In fact, I relish nothing
more than the thought of compiling and linking five megs of Clipper
code on an 8080>) Finally, after weeks of debugging
call it what you will>, I was able to write and load a nifty
Hee. Aren't I just...such a girl!> little program that would
render the Mac server useless for the hour or so I hoped I
needed
especially if they're in mid-compile, or haven't saved anything>.
After what had seemed eons
, the day of
execution arrived
for my country. *HIS*!>. This was not exactly the type of program
you could Beta test so I just crossed my
snapping a co-worker's neck> fingers and hoped I could prove
myfather proud.
Although we were definitely running on the same track
, I didn’t want Alex to suffer cardiac arrest
the nitro pill under his tongue>. In preparation for what was to
come
, I strolled into his office humming
the tune of My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music
HUMANITY! Hey, remember Julie Andrew's hooter's in "S.O.B"? I do.
They weren't big or pendulous but they *were* floppy.>. When I
began to sing my lyrics to the song, a broad grin crossed his
face
as wood>. (If this is beginning to sound like a scene from an
Indian movie, you’re right, but stay tuned.
Mississippi Masala?)
Guys in tight bike pants, their crotches a-bulgin'
Wet, hot, slick, hard skin, and secrets divulgin'
A story 'bout Suzy-Q<"Queen. Of. Hearts. Come on, come ah-ahn>,
oh what a scene,
These are a few of my favorite things
Guys in blue denim, their lashes a blazin’
One with his pants off, his size is amazin’!
A horse with a hard on suspended by strings *
These are a few of my favorite things
When the clap hits, when his pud drops, and I need it bad
I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so
sad
* This line inserted in honor of Catherine the Great, and the
new Russian democracy!
After my vocal recount of MY favorite things there wasn’t
much resistance (none, maybe?) when I knelt down in
front of him and unzipped his jeans. Having waited for what seemed
centuries, I immediately began to savor the
contents. As my tongue rolled around the head of his
penis, in a voice< !!> tempered with both extesy and panic, he
murmured,
“Jesus, Clarissa, we can’t do this here.”
Before the not to worry reassurance crossed my lips both
of us heard a shaken Herman pounding his
fists on
a nearby keyboard. Putting two and two together Alex began
laughing so uncontrollably that I found it my civic duty to silence
him. Retaking appendage in mouth I began to
suck it for all it was worth.
Not being slow on the uptake, Alex slid his hands into my
blouse and discovered I was not wearing a bra. In fact,
since it was a special occasion I had dispensed with all
underwear
state dinners, and public executions>. Taking this as his cue, with a
quick switch of positions we found ourselves
other, preparing to duel> on his large Steelcase desk. He began by
running his tongue along the curve of my small but well
formed breast, and down my belly. Bearing right at <68
degrees>my navel, he shortly found his tongue wading through my
short and curlies.
I sucked him deeper into my mouth as his tongue hit my clit. He had one hand twiddling< !! I don't know you silly boy,
I've never twiddled> my clit between tongue laps, while his
tongue was exploring my wet cunt, darting in and out,
tracing my lips all the way back where he lightly nibbled that very
sensitive area between cunt and anus
Jersey>, and then he gave my hole itself a gentle brush . The
,
sucking his pumping cock deeper into my eager mouth. His tongue
finally returned to my clit. God the walls were shaking
was quaking my mind was aching, and we were making it. them mean
old eyes...knocking me out with those American trout.>!
I could have continued with this game for a long, long time,
but as if out of no where a condom appeared
my fairy condom godmother!>. My heart, already pounding double
time, started doing little flips
mitral valve>. My clitty, so recently being ministered to by
tongue, started pounding in anticipation of what it knew was
coming. I took the packet from him
and ripped it open.
Now, with both of us sitting on the edge of that steelcase, I
gently grasped his member [I just HAD to] in one
hand and unrolled the sheath with my other
unravelled the skin from his penis he never let on. And they say
chivalry is dead. Piffle, I say.>. I realized that the wrapper was
still in my hand<20 more and I could get a Bazooka Joe decoder
ring>. As I reached across the desk to the trash, I felt a hand on
my back, and then another reaching around my waist to my hot
pussy
in front of me...>. I knew what was coming,
and I reached back to help guide his flesh missile into my anxious
(but not hardened) target< ??!! I thought you were sitting on the
edge of the desk??!! So *what* target? *MY SPINE*!!>. Help wasn’t
needed however, and before my hand found its target, his
missile found mine, and with a grunt of satisfaction he
started his journey home.
With a long slow push I felt myself filling up
. Then his hand came around me and started to
caress my clit. Then finger twiddle,
slow stroke out, fingers, fast push in. My clamping him tight on
each outstroke was driving us both to a frenzy
but not without its good points, like when the camera backs away
from the woman's apartment and down the stairs> . With each beat of
the penetration, the cycle of pleasure began all over again. As if upon mutual
agreement, a soft languid
cry flowed from our lips and could have been heard if anyone had
been listening.
Serendipitiously, a loud wail from
Herman was produced on the opposite side of the wall.
I wish I could describe the sound of 12 Macs crashing
simultaneously, but it really isn't very interesting.
RICHH
credits to RDC for that whole Alex Trebeck ruling the world thing
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