by John Foltin
“Wait. Why me?”
“Because I know you so well, and you’re so nice. Besides, don’t tell me that deep down inside, you didn’t want me.”
“Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. I mean, you’re cute, nice, and fun to talk to.”
“Well then, just think back to how much you wanted me. Now you got me. Want me to stop?”
I thought back. There was a time when I would do anything to be with her. Even when she was seeing my friend. Lately, we’d been real close friends. I didn’t want to risk our friendship. Then I looked at her. Flowing jet black hair. Mocha skin. Violet eyes. Her lacy bra. I thought to my past, or lack thereof. In my mind, I flipped a coin. Heads, we stay just friends. Tails, I give in. “No.” Tails.
She unfastened her bra. She took my hand, placed them on the straps, and slid them down. She took my hands and placed them on her small, yet gorgeous, breasts. She ran her hands down my pants. I got excited and shrieked out.
She took my hands and pulled her shorts down. She wasn’t wearing panties. She placed my hands on her tender soft rear. She straddled my leg and unzipped my pants. She dropped them. My stiff had no problem finding a home in her.
She started to wiggle around like Jell-O. I felt all tingly. I didn’t know who was moaning louder, her or me. I silenced myself by sticking my face between her breasts.
My screaming into her chest tickled her, making her squirm even more. I shook my head. Her grip was so tight; I felt her nails digging into me. I tasted her Hershey’s Kiss nipples.
“Ohh! Jeff, you were the best I’ve ever had. I know I made the right choice with you.”
“Ohh! April, I never knew I could feel like that. I love you. Will you marry me?”
“I don’t know what to say. I... I...”
The phone rang and woke me up. Who was it? April, my friend. I didn’t dare tell her about my dream.
STALKING FOR DREAMS
Have you ever meet that one woman whom you would like to get to know but couldn’t talk to her? What if you could just look at her without her knowing?
One day, I was fueling up my car. I looked over at the next pump. I saw the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Long red hair. Teal eyes. Button nose. Hourglass figure. Perfect thighs.
In my mind, I figured, “Single woman driving a Baretta. She’s got to be seeing someone. Especially looking like that. She’s too gorgeous to pass up trying. I’ve got nothing better to do. I’ll follow her home.”
She pulled out from the gas station. I left shortly thereafter. Her license plate was hard to miss: CUTY PI. If ever a license plate was made for someone, this was it.
About ten minutes later, she pulled into a driveway. It was not a huge house, not a family house. No other cars in the garage. She was single! Now knowing where she lived, I drove by. I didn’t want her to know I was following her.
Still not a hundred percent sure she was single, I decided to go back in a few days and peek in the window to make sure.
About nine o’clock that evening, I parked my car around the corner, walked up to her house, and hid in the bushes. It was not a well-lit neighborhood. I looked through my binoculars into her living room window.
She was wearing only a nightshirt watching Desperate Housewives. She had a bowl of popcorn in front of her. I watched as she slowly chewed each popped kernel, wishing I was one of them just for the chance to touch her luscious lips.
A half hour later, she turned out the light. I figured she was going to bed. I ran around to what I assume was her bedroom. I guessed right. The light came on. In she walked, still wearing the night shirt. Just before she got into bed, she took off the shirt.
My eyes got as big as saucers. My jaw was on the ground. She was perfect. Nothing on underneath. Silver dollar nipples. Clean shaven private area. I now had a place to hang my hat. She put on her nightie, got into bed, and went to sleep.
I found out tonight that she is single. I enjoyed this too much. I had to do this again. I decided to do this again Saturday.
Saturday came, and I went to her house again. This time, I went straight to her bedroom window. Instead of my binocs, this time I brought my camcorder. I was going to remember this.
After waiting for an hour and a half, she came in wearing a T-shirt and jeans. She dimmed the lights and slowly began to disrobe. My camcorder started rolling. After the last of the garments was removed, she looked around in the closet. She brought down a shoebox and opened it up.
She pulled out a silver bullet vibrator. I had to grasp hold of myself to control my excitement. She checked the batteries. Slowly, she inserted the device and turned it on.
Methodically, she twisted it around. I twisted my device around to match her, imagining it was me making love to her. Her other hand rubbed up and down her chest. I could hear her moans from the bushes through a closed window.
This proceeded for about ten minutes. I looked down. I messed up my pants. It was worth it. We both ended up sweating profusely. I decided, “This is going to be a Saturday night ritual for me.”
All week, I couldn’t get this redhead out of my head. Everywhere I looked, I saw things that reminded me of her.
Saturday. Brand new tape in the camcorder. Ready to go. On cue, in she walked. This time, she walked in with a blond-haired person. I only saw the back of the stranger. I couldn’t tell one way or the other from the hair length. They turned around. The blond was a female! She was a lesbian.
They kissed; tongues were exchanged. Again, I had to control myself. Slowly, they disrobed each other. My grip got tighter. The blond began to descend the scarlet beauty, tender kisses from head to toe.
They lay in the bed and assumed the 69 position. They licked each other’s tender spot. They started slow and long, then to fluttering tongues. Blondie screamed in pleasure. The crimson beauty screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in total arousal.
Suddenly, they stopped. They heard me. Seeing this, I grabbed my camcorder and took off. They opened the window in time to see me turn the corner. My stalking days were over.
I couldn’t stop thinking of her. I wanted to go back, but, after this, I was afraid of getting caught. I decided to wait a few weeks, until it blew over, to try again. Little did I know what would happen that night.
After a few weeks, I parked farther away than usual. I took the binoculars this time. I assumed my usual spot in the bushes and waited. A half hour later, here she came, wearing hot pink lingerie. She looked in the mirror, brushed her hair, and walked out of view.
Suddenly, she appeared in the window. I figured I was busted. She had to have seen me in the mirror. She signaled me to come inside. I ignored her, hoping she was not pointing to me. She continued to signal me inside. Finally, I was like, “Who? Me?” She nodded her head and winked. I sprung from the bushes to the now open window.
“Come on in,” she said. And I did. “So, you’re the one who’s been watching me, huh?”
“Yeah. I just think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and couldn’t bring myself to tell you. You’re not mad at me, are you?”
“Not at all. In fact, I’m flattered. No one’s ever gone out of their way to get to know about me before.” She wrapped her arms around me. “I’m just glad we got to meet. You’re cuter than I thought. What’s your name?”
“Jeff. What’s yours?”
“Genesis.”
“That’s a pretty name. You really think I’m cute?”
“Uh-huh,” in a seductive voice. Just then, our lips met. She pushed me onto the bed.
“You’re glad we met?”
“Uh-huh,” even more seductively. She dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants.
“I can’t believe someone as pretty as you is single. Is this true?”
“Uh-huh.” Down came the pants.
“You know, Jeff, I like it rough and kinky, but you probably already knew that.” She stood up and went to the closet. She pulled out a whip and a pair of handcuffs. She cuffed my hands aroun
d the bedpost.
“You like it like this?”
“Uh-huh,” I answered.
“Now, you’ve been very naughty. I think you need a spanking.” She cracked the whip across my back. “Very, very naughty.” CRACK! CRACK!
She turned me over and crawled on top of me. I felt her hand go down my underwear. Suddenly, instant pain. She had a claw hold on my scrotum, claws digging in.
“What are you, stupid?! Do you think I enjoyed you spying on my private life, you freakin’ pervert?!” I couldn’t answer. “Now you see what it’s like to be violated.” She walked out of the room, but turned back at the door.
“By the way, I called the cops. They should be arriving any time now.” Just then, the doorbell rang. Sure enough, the police came to cart me away.
CYBER DREAM
In this time of technological breakthroughs, wouldn’t it be great to have a means of safe sex with any person your imagination could create?
One day, I was talking to my friend Glenn, who had just come back from vacation.
“Jeff, you would not believe the time I had. The things I saw, the things I did. Especially this one place. FantasyWorld.”
“FantasyWorld? What’s that?”
“It’s a state-of-the-art place where you can live out your dreams. You can be a sports star, movie star, rich and famous. Whatever you want. But the best was the CyberSex module. For fifteen minutes, you can do what you want with a famous celebrity or a woman of your own design.”
“Really? Sounds great. I’m going down there myself in a few weeks. Guess I’ll have to check it out.”
“Okay, but it’s not cheap. It’s about $100 per module, and that includes a videotape of your experience. Just thought I’d warn you.”
“Well, thanks for the warning.”
A few weeks later on vacation, I was checking out the sights. Just driving along, when I came across FantasyWorld. Remembering what Glenn had told me, I pulled in.
Inside, I saw the most amazing sight I’d ever seen. Virtual reality everywhere. People everywhere.
Being a sports fan, I was drawn to SuperBowl, the football module. I wanted to play football in high school, but never got the chance. The sign said “SUPERBOWL $75 VIDEO OF EXPERIENCE $25". I gave them a hundred dollars and entered the module. I put on the headgear. Suddenly, a list of options appeared before me.
“CHOOSE YOUR TEAM:” All thirty-two teams appeared before me. I chose the Steelers.
“CHOOSE OPPONENT:” Being a Steelers fan, I chose the Ravens.
“CHOOSE POSITION:” I always wanted to play quarterback.
They flashed the scenario. Fourth quarter. Down by four. No timeouts. Three minutes left in the game. Ball on the one yard line.
I saw a run or pass option. I entered run. I handed off to the back. He gained five yards. I decided that from now on, I would pass. My first pass was incomplete.
Third and five. I passed to the left. Complete for thirteen yards. Two minute warning.
First and ten. Pass to the middle. Complete for nine.
Second and one. Pass incomplete. Third and one. Pass incomplete.
Fourth and one. 1:25 left. Run up the middle. First down. 1:05 left. Pass right. Complete for fifteen yards. Out of bounds. Stops with :55 left.
First and ten. Screen pass complete for three yards. :41 left. Second and seven. I got sacked for a seven yard loss. :25 left. Third and fourteen. I scrambled. I couldn’t find a receiver. Time running down. I threw it away.
Last play. Fourth and fourteen. Seven seconds left. Sixty yards for a touchdown. I was thinking only one play: Hail Mary. I dropped back and threw with everything I had. The receivers and defenders jumped up. Mike Wallace came down with the ball. Touchdown! Steelers won!
I took off the headgear and picked up my video. I looked over the place to find CyberSex.
Then, I saw ActionZone. I figured, “What the hell.” I gave them a hundred dollars and entered the module.
“SCHWARZENEGGER, STALLONE, OR JACKIE CHAN:” I loved martial arts movies. I chose Jackie Chan.
“CHOOSE LOCATION:” I figured with a martial arts scene, I chose the Orient.
Suddenly, I was surrounded by ninjas. They made their move. I started throwing punches left and right. I hit one with a thrust kick. I took out two with a jumping swing kick. I looked down. Ninja carnage everywhere.
I looked up. I saw their boss. Huge with bulging muscles. Bald as a cue ball. And ticked off.
He hit me with a barrage of lefts and rights. Finally, he floored me with a back thrust kick. He hovered over me to finish me off.
I swept his legs from under him. I showered his body with palm shots. Uppercut with an elbow. Right cross. Right cross. He staggered back. Right cross. He was about to fall. I floored him with a spinning jump kick.
Having defeated the bad guys, I went to retrieve the girl. We hugged, and the fantasy ended. I took off the helmet and added the video to my collection.
I searched around some more. I saw so many modules. StandUpComic. SpaceBattle. NaturalDisaster. RockConcert.
Finally, I saw it. CyberSex. There was a line waiting to use this. So, I waited. An hour later, it was my turn.
I put on the helmet after giving them a hundred dollars. I saw my options.
“WHO WOULD YOU LIKE: ” It gave me a list of women to choose from or the option to design my own. I loved all the choices, but I decided to design my own.
“HEIGHT:” I didn’t like too short. I selected five feet nine inches.
“HAIR COLOR:” I loved redheads.
“COLOR OF EYES:” Nothing matched red hair quite like green eyes.
“SIZE OF CHEST:” I was partial to small-breasted women. I selected B cup.
“SELECT CLOTHING:” I selected black lace bra, black panties with garters, black short miniskirt, and skin tight T-shirt.
“PRESS TO BEGIN:” I touched the option, and we began. Suddenly, a vision of loveliness appeared before my eyes. She slowly began to undress. I knew it was artificial, but it looked real to me. She pressed her chest against me as she kissed me. There must have been special enhancements in this module because I could actually feel the kisses on my cheek. She kissed down my chest and back up. Our lips met. I kissed down her chest and back up.
Next thing I knew, my joystick was in her input. The orgasm this was creating felt like a real woman. Just as download was almost complete, she disconnected and plugged my joystick into her oral port for completion. I could actually feel a tongue on my unit.
After she went down on me, I proceeded to go down on her. My tongue fluttered around her private area. She moaned in ecstasy.
Then darkness. My fifteen minutes were up. I grabbed my video and got back in line. They told me only one time per visit. So, I decided to come back tomorrow.
The next day, I went straight to CyberSex. This time I chose a pre-designed model. I looked over the list and decided on the one I thought was the prettiest and best of the bunch: Gabriela.
Next thing I knew, I was in a love scene from one of her movies. Only I could change things. In the scene, she was in a white bra and panties. In my version, I could take them off.
In the scene, we only kissed on the lips. In my version, I kissed all over her perfect body. I flipped her over and plugged into her absolutely perfect rear port. She shrieked in pure pleasure.
To do this to someone as perfect as Gabriela, I had to stop ten minutes into it. It was too much for me. I picked up the video. It was smoking. It was that hot and steamy.
Having run out of money, I headed home, fulfilled like I never thought possible. Until I realized it was only a dream. I woke up in time to see the news. I saw them interviewing someone who was the spitting image of Gabriela.
HERO OF MY DREAMS
Sometimes we act on instinct in times of need. And sometimes those acts of heroism are rewarded.
It started off as a typical Friday. I cashed my paycheck, paid some bills, and went to my car.
Suddenly, I heard a scream from a nearby alley. I looked down the alley. There were two thugs holding up a very beautiful woman.
“What’s going on here?”
“Help me! They’re robbing me!”
“Get out of here. This is none of your business.”
I’d never been much of a fighter, but I had to do something. I clipped one of them, kicking him in the knee. As he tumbled to the ground, the other turned, wielding a gun.
I kicked him in the family jewels. As he stood bent over, I ran his head into the brick wall of the alley, rendering him unconscious.
Just then, I felt a slash on my left arm. The other had recovered and used his knife to lacerate my arm. I kicked him in the nut sack. I grabbed two trash can lids and played the cymbals on his head.
Having vanquished the enemy, the terrified female flung her arms around me in gratitude.
“Thank you so much for all your help, my hero.” She smothered me with kisses.
“No problem at all.” I started to leave.
“Wait. Could you give me a lift home? I’m still too scared to be alone.”
“Sure. Where do you live?”
“A couple miles from here. I hope I’m not too much trouble.”
“No trouble at all. It’s on my way home. My car’s in the garage here.”
On the way home, I found out a few things about her. Her name was Cameron. She was twenty-four and single. She was a receptionist for a medical clinic.
We pulled into her driveway. I opened the door and walked her to her house.
“Have you eaten dinner yet? I make a wicked casserole.”
“No, I haven’t eaten yet. I don’t know.”
“I don’t feel comfortable yet by myself.”
“Okay. I’ll stay. I didn’t have plans tonight anyway.”
Her house was exquisitely decorated. Pink everywhere. Flowers by every window. As she prepared the meal, I sat on her sofa. She put it in the oven and sat beside me.
“I can’t believe you fought them off without a knife or gun.”
