An Interesting Situation (Completed)

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The cold shower did absolutely nothing for Hayden. He plopped down at the desk and flipped open his laptop. When it powered up he saw he had mail. A knowing smile tempted the corners of his mouth when he recognized the moniker...Natalie.

'Send me the story!' It read.

"Hmm, a little antsy, aren't we, Natalie, dear?" Hayden murmured to himself. "Well, I guess since you are in the story, too, I should let you enjoy it in the privacy of your own home." So, off it went and Hayden sat back and switched on his Instant Messenger then continued to reread his favorite parts of the story.

About ten minutes later he heard a door open online. Curious, he pulled up his buddy list, a grin lighting his handsome face.

"Right on cue," he laughed to himself. Without Natalie right there to look him in the eye and make him squirm with shyness and with the effects of the story imbedded in his groin, he typed in, 'Talk to me, baby,' and hit Send.

Almost immediately, the message came back: 'I think you've said plenty, sexy Jedi.'

Hayden chuckled and typed: 'Oh, so now you think I'm sexy.'

The reply: 'I always have.'

Hayden's brows drew together and he frowned. 'Liar. You have never thought that!'

The message came back: 'Have to.'

"Yeah, right," he muttered, scratching absently at his bare shoulder while he composed his comeback: 'You always said I was a sweet kid.'

Patiently, he waited. 'But a sexy, sweet kid...And now that I've read this, I am seriously curious about you.'

Now, THIS is interesting! He leaned forward, hunched over the screen and typed: 'In what way?'

His breathing growing ragged, he minimized the IM and continued to read. Drawing a deep breath, he tried to stop the ache in his groin, but the more he read, the harder he got. Finally, he minimized even that.

'Hold on,' he typed, 'I have to go get an ice-cold glass of water. BRB

When he got back she had a message waiting for him. 'Hmm… ice water...are you getting a little hot under the collar?'

Hayden gulped down the water and held the glass to his face, the cold a sharp contrast against his heated flesh. 'It's not under the collar that's my problem!'

'Then where IS the problem?'

'None of your business!'

'Hmmm... Are you reading?'

'Yes.'

'What are you reading?'

'Very funny.' He snorted, his good humor quickly disappearing as the ache intensified.

'No, that's not what I meant.' The message insisted. 'I meant what are you reading in the story? Something good?'

Hayden rubbed long fingers over his chin as he debated on his choice of words. Well, he shrugged; why not tell her the truth? If I don't she's just going to keep baiting me. So, he typed: 'I'm reading about playing the piano and sliding my long fingers inside your bikini bottom where I find you are incredibly wet...'

Minutes ticked by and no response came back. Normally, Hayden would've been cringing at his words, but the ache in his groin was overriding all his usual responses. Finally, he typed: 'And are you wet now?'

A message came back: 'Yyeess...'

His heart pounded in his ears, the blood pulsing through his veins in a mad rush toward his lower regions. She typed back: 'Tell me what you want.'

His fingers flew over the keys. Then he froze, a little common sense coming back to his mind. Outside, a car horn suddenly blared and his finger jerked on the mouse. He groaned..."OH NO!" And the message went to Natalie: 'Right now I desperately want to be buried between your wet thighs.'

...And so the cyber sex began.