“If you could just take.”

How many times before it grows old? How long before the idea loses its edge? How much before the cup overflows?

I don’t know. I haven’t reached that point yet.

***

12-06-99

D’jaevle chuckles quietly, “Ah, surely you will allow me to enjoy your company?”

Nel laughs. “Well, alright. Shall I join you?”

D’jaevle says, “You may, although I spoke figuratively. You might want to be wary in my presence.”

Nel laughs. “What do you mean?”

D’jaevle says, “As you are in my debt, I could take advantage of you. But I *am* a gentlemen. Mostly.”

Nel says, “Maybe I like being taken advantage of.”

D’jaevle says, “Oh really?”

Nel smiles serenely.

D’jaevle looks you over slowly, letting his eyes drag across your skin.

Nel says, “Not much skin to see — I’m in black jeans, black tank top, purple shirt over it unbuttoned. No shoes.”

D’jaevle laughs. “You make me feel so underdressed…I am a bit more casual, being on vacation.”

Nel smiles a bit and stands quite still, curious.

D’jaevle rests his hand on your shoulder, brushing hair aside, baring your throat, “I had so wanted you to think of our last encounter, of such a meeting in a restaurant, being taken so.”

Nel says, “Sorry. I’m not alone, and I’m on a laptop, which means my screen’s easy to read. I’ve just turned around, though, so… “ Nel smiles just a little bit more. “Maybe you need to remind me.”

D’jaevle presses closer, warm breath tickling your neck, “Meeting at a restaurant, for lunch for the first time. Half way through the lunch, after nervous chat and a bit of flirting, I’d follow you into the bathroom unexpectedly…is it coming back? I believe I was to come up behind you, surprising you in the bathroom by pressing against your back, hands on the front as I pin you to the counter.” D’jaevle presses you forward, hands on your waist, “Like this. Except in the bathroom. After having just met me an hour before, you’d feel my hands on your naked thighs after undoing your jeans.”

Nel sighs and imagines it. Strange to think of it with someone in the room with me…are you behind me, or in front of me?

D’jaevle says, “Behind you.”

Nel groans a little and is definitely getting turned on.

D’jaevle smiles, “Are you in your bedroom?”

Nel shakes her head. “I’m in the TV room. Which is why I’m not alone. SOMEONE was going to bed, but saw Grosse Point Blank on TV, and sat down to watch it. Grrr. I –was – alone.”

D’jaevle says, “….at the bathroom, with hands against cool flesh, dragging your jeans down your hips, letting them pool at your ankles. Fingers now slip under your panties, pressing inward, an inch and a time, leaving you exposed.”

Nel sighs, thinking about it. She takes a deep breath. Mmmmmm. Gods.

D’jaevle says, “Feel yourself getting wet don’t you?”

Nel nods solemnly. “Yes. I want it.”

D’jaevle says, “Half naked there in the bathroom…barely known fingers slipping inside from behind, pushing in against you as your kept against the counter.”

Nel imagines leaning forward completely, laying herself against the counter, letting you have her, letting you spread her thighs…

D’jaevle speaks softly, “You want it bad. To be taken like that, just that once, this one meeting, to let go. Fingers moving deeper as you hear the rustle of my own jeans being undone.

Nel sighs and is about to be left alone out here…could take off her jeans, if you wanted her to…

D’jaevle says, “Not yet. How does it make you feel to be getting so wet, so hungry, while not alone?”

Nel says, “Strange…we have a very open relationship…I mean, hell, last night he watched me making out with someone else. But there’s fantasies I have that he doesn’t know about, and this is a big one, the idea of being fucked by a stranger….being taken from behind, being stripped down and taken…and the more I talk about it the worse I want it…”

D’jaevle says, “Take off your jeans. Now think of the feel of a hard cock against the back of your thighs, your skin pressed into the cold counter.”

Nel’s jeans are off. She’s now wearing black cotton underwear, a black lace bra, a black cotton tank top, and an unbuttoned purple shirt.

D’jaevle says, ” I can just see you bent over the counter, hands having dragged your panties to your knees, thighs spread as I look down over your bare ass… letting you feel the press of my hardness along the crack of your ass, quickly done, knowing the door may open any moment as we stand there half dressed…”

Nel smiles a little bit. “You want to hear it in my voice, don’t you? You want to hear the helpless desire? You want to describe to me sliding your fingers in and out of me…mmmmmn. Would you like me to do RL as you’ve described, remove my underwear?”

D’jaevle says, “God, yes. Slip them off and sit there, legs spread, laptop on bare skin. And you’d love to hear me putting you there, not knowing me *too* well, just someone making you wet, knowing how to drive you over. Describing to you how hard I am.”

Nel says, “I’ve taken my underwear off. I’m sitting bare on the couch, my laptop on my thighs, and I’m already wet. I haven’t touched myself, but I can feel it; I’m aroused, thinking about this, thinking about being bent over and spread wide…thinking about you touching me, sliding your fingers into me until it hurts, until I can’t take anymore…”

D’jaevle says, “Thinking too of hearing you, of hearing your fingers sliding in and out and driving you on, letting my voice, a stranger’s, take you to the edge.”

Nel shivers. “A stranger’s voice. And how would you like it? To hear a stranger on the other end, helpless with lust? But I imagine you’ve done that a lot. I imagine you’ve heard many women on the phone, begging you to fuck them.”

D’jaevle says, “Yes, I have. Not in a while…but I used to. Almost every night, a different female. I loved driving them over, making them cum hard for me.”

Nel sighs, thinking of it. “And did you enjoy it? The power of it?”

D’jaevle says, “Oh yes. I still do, every once a while. But the new person, the new way they moaned, the way they would beg. Some quiet, some screaming, some reluctant, some hungry…. You want it so bad, don’t you? You can almost taste it.”

Nel shivers. “Yes. I want it. I’m wet, I’m shivery…I want it, but I…gods. It’s never as good myself. I…I like penetration, I like to be entered, and I -want- it…tell me. Why do you like phone interaction so much? Just to hear the voice?”

D’jaevle says, “To hear the *person*. To know I’m really fucking them, if only with my voice and hunger. To really hear them cum. Without the pauses here, just doing it, hard, fast, needing.” He smiles, “And I need to fuck, to slide my cock inside as well. To feel it deep inside, burning as it takes you. There, in the bathroom, taking you hard as your forced to look in the mirror to see me fucking you from behind.”

Nel sighs, thinking of it. “Gods. Yes. I want it so badly. To feel a stranger inside me, taking me, using my body — tell me what you’d do, tell me…if you could do -anything-, if you could know that I wouldn’t refuse you anything, what would you do? Anywhere, anything, what would you do?”

D’jaevle says, “Now? First I’d have you get off this and call me, to let you be safe in contacting me. Then I’d fuck you. I’d make you cum all over your couch, just to warm us up, to make you want it so bad that when I suggest that we meet for a snack at Denny’s, you say yes.”

Nel mmmns, thinking about it. “You’d have me come once and then tell me to meet you…because once is never enough, and I’d want more, you’d know I wanted more…”

D’jaevle says, “And then, after getting there, I’d get us coffee…and then walk you to your car, just ten minutes inside, because you know it – you are already wet. And there, in the night air, I’d take you against your car, bent over the back.”

Nel mmmns. “Me in a skirt, so you could raise it over my ass, spread my thighs and fuck me in the parking lot…”

D’jaevle says, “Take you so completely, fucking you against the cold car, just getting you to the edge, but not letting either of us over. Then, in the parking lot still, I’d press you to your knees. You’d be dressed nice, but casually, and your skirt would bunch as it knelt, taking me in you mouth. Fingers buried in your hair, fucking your mouth nice and slow as you were forced to your knees there in public. ”

Nel breathes deeply. “I love it…you’d fuck my face, hold my head so I had no control over it, so it was your cock in my throat, so the gag reflex spasmed around you and you didn’t stop, you held my head against you as I fought, just a little bit, having problems taking it all the way, but you’d make me take it…”

D’jaevle nods, breathing deeply, eyes on yours, “Just fucking you, taking my time, so wet you can feel it against your thigh. It starts to rain lightly, us there as we get wet, making you continue as I fuck faster, deeper. You want it so bad, you’d do almost anything to feel that.”

Nel says, “I’d gag so hard the tears would run down my face, just from the spasm of it, but I wouldn’t stop…I’d -want- to feel you in my throat, I’d want to stroke you with my tongue, be suffocated against your skin, I’d want to choke on you and still take more…”

D’jaevle says, “Fucking harder, taking deeper strokes as you see the calm in my eyes, behind the heavy breathing as I came closer and closer to filling you, my balls brushing your chin, as the pace moved up. Fingers tighter as I pulled you in.”

Nel would want it harder, even deeper, would want to take you as far as she could…it would hurt and I wouldn’t care, I’d just want it, I’d want you to come in my throat, I’d want to feel your cock throbbing against my tongue…yes…

D’jaevle speaks softly, “Just how badly do you want it?”

Nel says, “I need it. Gods. I need it so badly I’m almost willing to call. Almost. Not quite. But gods I’m wet, I feel it dripping down…it’s embarrassing, but I got a towel, I’m sitting on a towel because I don’t want to stain the couch…”

D’jaevle says, “You want me to make you take it, take it all, use you. To make you, using your body against you to make you do it, don’t you?”

Nel says, “Yes. Yes, I want it. I want to be taken, possessed. I want it all. I want you in my mouth, my cunt. I want it.”

D’jaevle says, “And you want me to make you do it, don’t you? Say it.”

Nel says, “Yes. I do. I want it. I want you. I want it. I want you to tell me what you’d do to me. If I were willing for -anything-. If I’d do anything. If you didn’t have to ask. If you could just take.”

D’jaevle says, “Is that what you want? For me to take it? I’ll make you do it. Take you. Hard.”

Nel says, “Take me. Please. Don’t ask. Just do it.”

D’jaevle says, “Write this down, xxx-xxxx (cell phone number). Just write it down. Now. I could have you on the floor, on all fours, ass in the air, begging to be fucked, to be taken like an animal. I would. I would use you, hand son your ass, driving you forward.”

Nel says, “I’ve done it. I’ll call you. Now, if you want.

D’jaevle says, “Call now.”

Nel says, “Yes. I’ll go upstairs. I’ll go now.”