Warning: On line chatting can be dangerous to your sanity!
Letter to Jenna
I got home from work very late last night, and used my key to quietly open the door to your apartment in L.A. When I entered the room, my heart lightened as I was greeted by the fresh, clean scent of your perfume. I pulled off my shoes and left them by the door so as not to disturb you.
I smiled when I heard the familiar clicking of the keyboard, and I knew that you were still awake. I walked up behind you, admiring how you looked; your silhouette aglow from the light of the computer screen. I stopped and just stood there. I didn't want to startle you, but I wanted you to know that I was home.
After my eyes got used to the dim light of the room, I understood. You were wearing your little pink tee and panties, and sitting on the very edge of your chair. You were typing with only one hand; your other was between your legs. You stop typing, and made a little gasp. I could see the movement of your hand between your legs and your hips were moving slightly from side to side. Then, you stopped to read something on the screen and giggled softly.
I touched your shoulder; you jumped and let out a little squeal. "It's just me honey, didn't mean to scare you," I said in a sweet voice.
"God, Mallory, way to sneak up on a person!" you scolded. You scooted back onto the chair, rested both your hands on your lap, and glared up at me.
I wrapped my arms around you and started kissing you up, down, and around your pretty neck and throat. "I'm sorry baby, I thought you were sleeping," I said, gently kissing your lips.
"You about gave me a heart attack, Mal," you whispered softly. Then you gasped as I ran my hand under your tee, fondling your breasts and lightly pinching your nipples.
"What are you doing on the computer, honey?" I asked you. "Let me see," I said resting my chin on your shoulder so I could read the screen.
"Actually it's a little embarrassing, maybe you don't want to read that," you said, with a little worry in your voice.
"Who's Taylor," I asked you after seeing her name on the computer.
"Please don't be mad, Mallory, it's just someone to chat with. She's really a nice girl from Toledo, and she seems so lonely. We've been chatting for hours, we just started fooling around, and she's really got me going," you confessed.
"Oh my God, Jenna, this is so hot," I said, after reading everything that was showing on the screen. "It looks like she's about to go down on you," I giggled. "Don't let me interrupt you sweetie, type something back to her," I coaxed.
I got down on my knees next to your chair so I could read the screen with you. The girl, Taylor, on the computer told you she was pulling off your panties now. I smiled and said, "Let me help her."
You giggled, turned your chair towards me, and typed something back to Taylor. I ran my hands the full length of your long sexy legs, and up to the waste band of your panties. "Mallory, I think she's getting ahead of you," you said laughing, and helped me wiggle you out of them.
Then, I read the last few lines on the screen where Taylor told you that she was licking the lips of your hot, sweet pussy. Kneeling between your legs, I looked up at you. You glanced at the screen and back to me again, smiled and said, "You going to let her get away with that?"
I reached around your hips and gently coaxed you to the edge of the chair. Your feet were resting on the floor on either side of me, your knees were wide open, and I was looking into my most precious possession. With both hands, I squeezed the back of your butt and leaned in close to you, blowing hot breath into your open slit. I heard you gasp, fumble on the keyboard a few times, and then I felt your hands on the back on my head pulling me closer to you.
I pressed my lips to your waiting pussy and gently moved them its full length, feeling your warmth and softness. When I entered your pretty slit with my tongue, you moaned from the pleasure I was giving you. I licked you up and down several times, nibbling on your little clit, and I began to feel a trembling in your hips. I pulled you even closer, pushed your knees up and apart lifting your feet off the floor. You leaned back in the chair, and I slid my tongue into your vagina as deep as it would go. Your whimpering cries put a smile on my face, and a warmth in my heart.
"Oh God Mallory, you're making me cum...oooohhhh God, oooohhhh..." you cried out. Your cries of pleasure are beautiful music to me, and I laughed inside thinking about the poor girl sitting at her keyboard in Toledo. Sorry honey, I own Jenna's heart, and I'm the one with my tongue in her pussy. You are only words on a computer screen...
Suddenly, I awoke with a start to the blaring loud music of 104.7 WIOT - FM in Toledo. I angrily swatted at the snooze button, and pulled the blankets over my head. My mind wandered back to my dream of Jenna, and I smiled. At least I had that. I had to wonder if when she sometimes doesn't type anything back to me, it's because Taylor is there with her, pleasuring her, and laughing at poor Mallory from Toledo.