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Archive name: gazebo.txt (FF=MM, tg)
Authors name: Syela Shratdeshm (syela@icubed.com)
Story title : Match Made In Heaven

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Match Made in Heaven (MM tg) 
by Syela Shratdeshm (syela@icubed.com) 
(c) January 2000 

***
Two women can't seem to find the right kind of man. 
But never fear; imagination can solve all problems in 
the end.
***

"I am so fed up with MEN!!" Cheryl screamed, slamming 
the door behind her. I turned off my light and jumped 
into bed. We'd been roommates for three years now, 
and I knew to stay out of her way while she got rid 
of her anger. Fifteen minutes later, her punk music 
stopped blasting, and I went out to see what was 
wrong.

Cheryl was sitting on the couch with her head in her 
hands.

She was dressed to the nines, but when she looked up, 
her makeup was a mess. "Deb?" she said. "Were you 
asleep? I'm sorry if I..."

"Don't worry about it." I sat down beside her. "What 
happened?"

"I walked out on Jeff." She snarled saying his name. 
"What did I ever see in him anyway?"

"He's gorgeous." He was. "And he has money."

"Yeah. Don't remind me."

"What..."

"You think he could have bought some personality with 
that money.

Or something. Rrrrr!" I draped my arm over her back 
to help calm her down. She stopped growling. "God, 
why can't a man ever be just right? It's like the 
ones that turn me on are all pricks, the ones that 
care about me are all wimps, and the ones that make 
me laugh all live with their mothers." She shook her 
head and sighed.

I halfway smiled and rubbed her shoulder a little. "I 
know just what you mean."

Cheryl looked up. "He took me to Top of the Town, you 
know.

And he wore a black suit and tie. I really thought he 
was doing it for me. I thought he cared. But he just 
wanted to impress me, to get me in bed." She grunted 
and pounded the cushions. "I wish they would just 
tell you, you know, so you could just fuck the 
handsome ones and save your emotions for a man with a 
heart."

I pulled her closer. She hugged me. "Do you want to 
talk about it?" I said.

She just held me for another minute, then let go. "I 
was trying to have a conversation over dinner. And he 
like didn't want to talk at all. I don't think he 
thought it was part of the bargain. He didn't ask 
what movies I liked, or what music I listen to, or 
what I planned to do after college-all the things 
you'd think he should ask. When I tried to talk about 
my friends-you-or my volunteer work for the 
environment, he was so obviously not interested."

"Sorry," I said.

"I kept trying to get him to open up, and he kept 
giving me these diplomatic responses that meant 
nothing. I brought up health care, and he said..." 
She faked a deep voice. "My father says it's just one 
more tax on business." Cheryl laughed. "Jeff didn't 
say whether that was his opinion or not. I don't 
think he had his own opinions at all! I told him I 
didn't want to hear about his father, and he just 
shut up! And ate his dinner, can you believe it?"

"So you walked out?"

"No! Not quite. Okay, I'm trying to get him to like 
show a pulse, and I ask would he like to go somewhere 
this weekend.

Because I like to get out of the city so much, you 
know? So he goes, that'd be fine. So where did he 
like to go? And he
doesn't have an answer, as if he's never gone 
anywhere just because. So he goes, well, my 
father..."

"Oh, my God!"

"Right! So I get up, leave this exquisite dinner 
behind, and walk out! And I'm doing my high-heeled 
walk, because..." She started laughing and gestured 
toward the bookcase. Her best shoes were now on the 
top shelf.

"So he could have caught up to you."

"Right. But he didn't. I assume he just ate his 
fucking roast beef. Ooooo! Men." She stomped the 
floor in her stockings, then leaned back on the 
couch. She was done.

"What now?"

"Jeff's history. The rest of them, I don't know. I 
can't give up on them as easily as you have."

"Hey! I haven't given up."

"You've been single for how long? Two years?" I had 
to think about it. "See!"

"Okay. I might not be looking right now, but if Mr. 
Right walked into my life, I wouldn't turn him down." 

"Mr. Right isn't out there. Trust me."

"Don't be so negative, Cheryl. You're just..."

"You think he's out there? What's he like? Maybe I've 
seen him. Wait; let me start." She pulled pen and 
paper out of her purse. "Has to have FEELINGS!!" she 
shouted, and underlined it four times.

"And a head on his shoulders."

"And a MIND," she grunted, "of his OWN!"

"A decent education."

"And a job."

I sighed. "That shouldn't be so hard to find, should 
it?"

"Deb, that's just Mr. Okay. Half the guys I've met 
lately don't even make it that far. Who was it 
following you around last semester?"

"Ron?"

"Right. He qualifies, doesn't he? So why didn't you 
go out with him?"

"No sense of humor."

"Sense of HUMOR!" she wrote down. "Okay, what else?"

"Imagination. Cares about me as a person. Tender. 
Generous. Kind."

"Not a pushover who makes me do everything," said 
Cheryl, scribbling furiously.

"Not a macho man who tries to do everything himself."

I let her catch up and looked over the list. "There, 
is that good enough?"

"Maybe." She shrugged. "I guess I'd go out with him.

But is that the guy you'd really pick to have sex?"

"That's something different."

"Okay." Cheryl readied her pen again. "Go on."

"Good-looking. Athletic."

"NOT obsessed about sports."

"Not fat. Not too skinny. Not short."

Cheryl snickered. "No hair on his back. Or his butt."

"Knows how to make himself look good. Knows how to 
make me look good."

"Knows how to use more than one part of his body in 
bed."

"Yes!" I laughed. "Wow, that's just too much, isn't 
it?

You're probably right. If there was just one guy like 
that in this city, I'd be thrilled." I shook my head. 
"I'm sorry. Make that two."

Cheryl was examining the list. "If there are, they 
probably only have eyes for each other. Look at this. 
Sensitive, intelligent, educated, caring, creative, 
strong but not macho."

"Handsome, fit, smooth, stylish, and knows how to 
make love. 

God, why do all the good ones have to be queer?"

"Well, here's to the happiest couple in the world," 
Cheryl said.

"I wish us girls could have lovers like you." She 
crumpled up the paper and tossed it aside. "I'm going 
to bed. Good night, Deb."

"Good night." I went back to bed, taking off my 
clothes first this time. Cheryl seemed like herself 
again, but I'd make sure in the morning.

 * * *

I woke up feeling hung over. I didn't remember 
drinking, but I must have been plastered the way I 
needed aspirin and needed to pee. I stumbled out of 
bed and into the bathroom, where this hunk of a man 
was standing. He was tan, lean, and muscular...looked 
like Cheryl had found her dream man after all. God, 
was he handsome. My hard-on was throbbing.

"Deb?" he said. "Is that you?"

"Of course it's me. Who are..."

The man took one long stride over to me and hugged me 
so hard I was surprised I could breathe. "Oh God, let 
me be dreaming."

I ran my hands over his body...delts, traps, lats, 
glutes.

He had some kind of definition. "Feels real to me," I 
said. His cock started to stiffen, brushing up 
against mine. I'd forgotten I was naked. Whoever he 
was, he made me hotter than hell. Maybe he was my 
guy, not Cheryl's, and I'd been too drunk to 
remember.

"I didn't mean," he gasped, "I didn't think..." His 
voice wavered and he started to cry on my shoulder. 
"Please, Deb, please forgive me for what's happened."

I just massaged his neck for a minute. If he knew how 
to show he was sorry, I wanted to make him feel 
better. "Look, whatever it was, it's already 
forgotten." I did remember something about him, 
though; he felt so familiar. I couldn't have just met 
him last night. But last night, my God, last night I 
/had/ heard his voice. "Cheryl?"

Whoever it was let go of me and moved half a step 
back.

I knew those eyes. He...Cheryl, looked me over and 
gaped. 

What was the big deal? She'd seen me naked before. 
And I...no. Wait. I grabbed Cheryl and held on for 
dear life. Her balls bounced against mine and gave me 
a charge like I'd never...I'd really never, had I? My 
God. I'd changed too.

"It's okay, Deb," she said in her heavy deep voice.

"Whatever else, we still have each other." She 
comforted me with a kiss and ran her hands over my 
body...my muscles, my butt, my asshole, my balls. 
God, was she hot for me all of a sudden. "I can't 
believe how handsome you are," she said. "I couldn't 
have wished for anything more."

A wish. It was coming back to me now. Cheryl had 
wished we could have lovers like the fabulous men we 
sketched out on paper. And we could, now, because now 
we might interest them too. But she said...did that 
mean? 

"Cheryl, did you, could we..."

"You said if Mr. Right showed up, you'd go for it.

What do you think?" She flexed. "Aren't we just made 
for each other?"

Hot animal passion rushed through my veins. "I 
forgive you," I said. "And I accept you. You're 
mine."

Cheryl pressed her cock against mine and kissed me 
like she never had before. Like nobody had before, 
but those guys didn't understand me like Cheryl-
didn't share my experiences, my interests, my tastes. 
This was a meeting of equals, of lips, and of 
tongues. This is what I'd been waiting for my whole 
life. What Cheryl had been searching for, and now we 
both had it...this...each other. I grabbed her tight 
asscheeks and started grinding my hips while her big 
strong hands stroked us both into heaven.

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