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Three Gawks and A Stoodle
Three Gawks and A Stoodle
Three Gawks and A Stoodle: A story about sex in the not too distant future...
Julian let out a long sigh. "It’s the moon," he said. "There's something about it ‒ the way is hangs there, so steady and silent. And what's really weird is that I'm sharing this ‒ this experience of moonness ‒ with billions of people throughout human history. Do you ever think about stuff like that? The ways we're connected across time and space with people we've never even met?"
Leah shrugged. "I mostly think how romantic it is ‒ the moon ‒ the way it looks and feels. But it also seems so lonely. I wish we were together right now. I want to touch you so bad."
"Yeah, sweetie, I wanna be with you too. But v-space is so expensive."
Leah's eyes dropped away from the lens. She stared glumly into the emptiness before her." I hate being poor."
Julian smiled into the lens. "I love you so much."
“I love you too, sweetie. Why don't you tell me we’d you'd do if we were together?
Julian inhaled a beam of moonlight deep into his lungs. "Well, first I'd draw you close. "We'd press our bodies together really tight and I'd give you a long, deep, wet, kiss."
"Mmmm...I'd like that a lot," Leah whispered. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be floating in space. "I'd slide my hands down to your butt," she continued, "and pull you in so close..."
"...you could feel the excitement of my body..."
"Yeah, that's a nice feeling." Suddenly Leah's eyes opened wide. "You know we've got company. Three gawks and a stoodle."
The sudden change in Leah's voice knocked Julian out of his trance. "So?"
"Well, the way I'm feeling now, if we fuck in v-space, I bet we'd get at least three more stoodles ‒ and who knows how many gawks. And I'm thinking they might be interested in contributing to our cause."
"Hmmm...I thought you didn't like to collect for sex."
"I know. But we can't afford to do it without their help."
"Well cool. Do you want to collect up-front?"
Julian watched as Leah closed her eyes and shook her head. "No," she said with a waiver in her voice. “That would ruin the atmosphere for me. I need to think of it as donations...appreciation for the joy we bring...contributions to the celebration."
"Like a pot-luck. We bring the sex, they bring the fruity Jello."
"That's the spirit!" Suddenly Julian's smile turned to a frown. "But the problem is: what if no one pitches in? We'd still have to pay the bill, and we just can't afford it."
Leah pursed her lips and thought for a moment. "Well, several of my stoodles are pretty consistent. When my hormones jump they always show up, if not in real time, then later in replay."
"That's cool. I can’t really trust my stoodles ‒ I only have a couple and I really don't know them that well."
Leah suddenly laughed. "One of my stoodles ‒ an old cyber of mine ‒ just sent me five credits. I think he's trying to encourage our little rendezvous."
Julian's eyebrows went up. "Hmmm...How many others on line?"
"I've got a dozen."
Leah grinned. "I told you I was horny! Some of them have their beepers set real sensitive. So...should we go virtual?"
Julian took a deep breath. The moon was full; he was feeling crazy. “I'm in the mood for mountains in the moonlight. How about you?"
"Great! That little cabin in Glacier Park?"
Leah laughed. "I'm already there!"
Julian switch to virtual and his entire world dissolved ‒ all, that is, except for the moon. Silent and steady it gazed upon the shifting scene like the director of a play. Walls, glass and city traffic gave way to mountains, trees, and singing crickets. Julian was seated in a wooden porch swing on warm summer night. Leah sat beside him, hair and eyes sparkling in the velvety light. "Hi there," she said softly, and snuggled up closer to him.
Julian put his arm around her and kissed her lightly on the lips. This led to a barrage of long, deep, passionate kisses. When they were nearly out of breath, Leah buried her head in Julian's shoulder and panted.
"Fifty credits already," she whispered. "At this rate I'll get to play with you all night long!"
Julian ran his fingers though Leah’s hair and kissed the top of her head. "Mmmm...have you noticed that love is like a sort of cosmic currency? If you make love and you've got a hundred gawks, then from the perspective of the Cosmos you've multiplied joy a hundred times. And when the gawks send credits, then it's like cosmic compensation ‒ you've given something to the world, and the world gives something back."
Leah brought her head up and looked into Julian's eyes. "That's nice. I like the way you think. Of course you're making this into a pretty intellectual love scene, but hey, I'm up to sixty credits. So, tell us your deep thoughts on love in v-space."
Julian cleared his throat. "Ok, how’s this: Sometimes I really feel the love while I’m tuned in. The people I'm gawking are just like characters in a story. Their activities spark fantasies of love even though I don't love them. And these fantasies of love become a part of who I am, so in a way the Cosmos knows more love that it did before because two people making love have created a kind of ripple effect. Bottom line: the world becomes just a little better place because I gawked."
"Ah, I see. So gawking is a noble enterprise! Erotic love is a valuable resource in our cosmic economy ‒ not to mention that it can also be a form of spiritual growth ‒ so making money by making love becomes a noble venture. In fact, one can hardly imaging a more spiritually rewarding livelihood. We should write a book: The Economics of Erotic Joy."
"Say, that's a good idea! We could start our scholarly research right at this very moment. I'll unbutton your shirt and we'll monitor the income generated." Julian began unbuttoning Leah's blouse. Once the moonlight found Leah's beautiful cleavage, Julian leaned down, kissed her neck and shoulders, then slowly worked his way down to the warm, soft valley between her breasts."
After several tender moments, Julian came up for air. "Hey, I've got five credits so far. How are you doing?"
"Still at sixty," Leah said. “How about if we say that we'll add a new erotic element at every fifth credit? So like, at seventy we see your nipples, at seventy-five I get to lick them, and so on."
"Sounds fair enough to me. Oop...there's sixty-two...three...sixty-eight! ‒ go for it baby! Set them boobies free!"
Julian unhooked Leah's bra, tossed it aside, and cupped her breasts gently in his hands. Leah's nipples hardened, casting little shadows in the moonlight.
"Almost a hundred," Leah said.
"Twenty from my folks."
Leah stood up and let Julian unbuckle her jeans. Kissing her belly, he let the denim fall to the floor, then kissed his way down to the wet spot that had formed in the crotch of her silky red panties. His cock grew hard and he tongued her panties, turning the tiny wet spot into a flood of saliva and pussy juice.
To be continued...
Now here is an exercise in blog economics. If you are all good little gawks and give me lots of comments, I will continue this story and let you all in on the really hot, wet action. You can even offer you own ideas on what you would like to see, or add a few elements to the story yourself. So speak up and let me know what you want!
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