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derik.txt

"Early One Morning" -- by Derek Blonde

AUTHOR'S DISCLAIMER:
  (Unfortunately, this is NOT what the life of a computer
professional is like, at least in Research Triangle Park.
Anyone who knows of a place where systems consultants can
do this type of thing, please let me know.)

  They had been working on the system for twenty-one straight
hours now.   It was finally up and running; their client, a
large banking law firm, wanted the in-house system plugged into
a banking information network and a huge legal database.  The
conversion had taken over four hundred thousand dollars worth
of hardware and software, in addition to three weeks of work,
and in the end Ryan thought that it would have been simpler
just to order every single piece of shit in the IBM catalog
that would fit inside the cabinet and load it onboard.
  And now the computer was getting ready to entangle itself
into an international 24-hour database.  The Brain would never
shut off again; now, it was going through a self-test,
getting ready to read market data, scan the newspapers, and
watch the local trouble spots in locations around the
world where the firm had clients.  Its huge main monitor
was split into sixteen screens, one screen for each
communication controller operating in the building. Ryan
was trying to give each of them in turn something
approaching his immediate and undivided attention.
  He was having trouble concentrating, however.  His
software engineer, Kelly, was a sweet young thing just
out of MIT...young, blonde, beautiful, and brilliant.
She showed a decided preference for working in sweats,
and since the machine room was cooled to 68 Fahrenheit,
sweats were comfortable.  But while she and Ryan
were hooking up the cabling on a replacement unit, and
now again as they crowded in front of the monitor to
watch The Brain do its sitting-up exercises, they had
been working in close quarters.   And Ryan had found himself
meditatively studying the curves of her beautiful, firm
ass underneath her crimson sweatpants.  Wondering what it
would be like to nibble on her neck, near her hairline,
with her on all fours...
  With an effort, Ryan snapped out of this pleasant fantasy.
The console beeped, signalling the end of the self-test.
  "Is it ready to connect now?" asked Kelly.
  Oh boy, he thought, is it ever.  He was so hard that he
was positively throbbing, and he knew that he would
have to find some kind of relief soon.  Just go off in
a corner and jerk off two or three times.
  "Well, let's give it a try," he said, struggling to control
his voice.   He punched the key sequence, and The Brain
started activating its connections.  Lights danced on
the modem consoles.  Satellite linkups moved into place.
  "Jesus, I think it works!" breathed Kelly.  "I think it's
really running!"
  "I've got my fingers crossed."
  An error code flashed on one of the low screens.  "Oh, shit,"
muttered Kelly.  "Hand me the green manual, would you?"
  Ryan looked around, hoping against hope that he would
see the green-cover book somewhere within his reach.  To his
dismay, he found it: it was on a utility shelf about four
feet over.
  He stood with as much dignity as he could muster, but
his stiff seven inches were standing at attention inside
his grey flannels.  He retrieved the green manual, and walked
gingerly back to Kelly's desk, willing her not to look up
at him.
  To no avail.  She looked up at him; her eyes widened, and
she gave a little gasp, as she saw the evidence of Ryan's
arousal (and the source of his embarassment).  Then she
quickly looked around to see if anyone else might have
come into the machine room (they hadn't), and gripped
Ryan's cock firmly, through his pants.
  "You've been watching me tonight," she said matter-of-
factly.
  What could he say?  "Yes."
  "And thinking dirty thoughts about me."
  "Yes."
  She smiled, unzipped his fly, and cupped his hot, swollen
balls in her cool hand.  "Are you lonely, Ryan?" she asked.
  Ryan was now concentrating very hard to keep from spraying
hot come all over her MIT sweatshirt.   "Yes," he half-
exhaled, half-moaned.
  She rubbed the tip of his throbbing organ gently over her face,
and suddenly gave a little shudder.  "Oh, God," she said.
  "This is for me.  My boyfriend's been away for MONTHS!
I need a man.  I need to be fucked.  I need you, Ryan.  Now."
  She wriggled out of her sweatpants, exposing a gleaming,
moist patch of blond pubic hair; she stood, and kissed Ryan
deeply while fumbling with his belt.  Ryan picked her up, and
sat her magnificent ass down on the table next to the system
console.  He entered her still standing, and she locked her
long legs behind his back to support him as he thrusted
into her warm and welcoming wetness.
  Her cunt was firm and tight and muscular, and her scent was
intoxicating.  At the apex of each thrust, Kelly gripped Ryan
with her vaginal muscles and pulled him in tighter with her
legs.  "Your cock was made for me, baby.  Give it all to me.
Give me everything you got."
  They moved together in the simplest and most primitive rhythms.
His breaths were coming short and sharp now, and he tried
to fuck Kelly as hard as she was thrusting back.  She could
feel him swelling even bigger inside of her.  "Coming," he
gasped.  "Oh, God, come with me."
  Her eyes became very, very wide as she felt him swelling.
Her lips parted, and she felt like she was drifting weightlessly--
that the only two things in the universe were her tight young
pussy and his engorged cock.  And they were moving together
faster and faster, and it was getting bigger, and she knew
that soon the spasm would come.
  Ryan exploded inside her, in a hot, blinding
flash, like a supernova.  Her muscles jerked rhythmically,
uncontrollably, over and over again as her orgasm washed over
her in blissful waves.
  When they had rested a moment, and recovered their wind, they
glanced up at The Brain.  Its lights danced merrily; it was
storing up and analyzing all the financial data on Southeast Asia
since the dawn of recorded history, just because it wanted to
and there was nothing else for it to do before the London
stock exchange opened.
  "We should test it before we allow it to hook in this morning,"
Ryan said gently.
  "The machine," Kelly replied firmly, "can take care of itself.
You can take care of me."
  He then in turn, gave her his immediate and undivided attention.