What the Sysop Read, by Rajah Dodger

The new computer was a present for herself.  She had been a
supervisor at the company for two years, things were looking
good, her last two reviews had been glowing, it was time for her
to do something just for herself.  She got a system with plenty
of disk space, the two fastest modems she could find, lots of
memory, and even a CD-ROM.  The salesman thought she was going to
use it for work, but that was just her cover story.

She was going to set up a BBS.  She had done the club scene in
this city, and found it a dreary and unproductive way to meet
people.  When she was in college, she had known a man who ran a
board for people to talk to and meet others, and that was what
she would do now.  After getting the system set up, she spent a
few weeks dialing around the city, looking at what the boards in
town used in the way of software. That done, she got her
software, installed it, set up her file and message areas, added
a few games, and sent out notices on other boards that she was
"on-line and ready to party".

Nothing happened for several days, although she did get several
"I'll come check you out" messages on the boards where she had
advertised..

Finally, one morning before she left for the office, she heard
the modem tone and went over to see what was happening.  It was a
new user logging in, one of the men who had sent her an
acknowledgement.  She watched as he filled out the new user
questionnaire and said "Y" to the question about adult access. He
zipped over to the file section, glanced at the directory titles,
went back to the message section, scanned through the message
areas, jumped over to the games section, then went to the logout
sequence, where he left a message explaining that he couldn't use
the board's call-back verifier because he was dialing out through
the office PBX, and there wasn't a direct number to call his
modem.  He did, however, leave a number where he could be reached
by voice during the day.

Later that morning, during a break in her office schedule, she
called the number.  A man's voice answered, with the name he had
given.  She said, "Hi, this is Miss Priss from the Eagle's Nest.
I believe you called earlier...?"  He acknowledged the call, and
gave her the correct answer when she asked for his secondary
password.  They talked briefly about the board, what he did for
work, and the other boards he called locally.  Finally, satisfied
that this was a serious user, she ended the call, telling him his
account would be validated later in the day.

She validated him at lunch, dialing remote from her office and
setting his access for the adult sections. While she was on her
modem, she called a few more local boards, leaving announcements
about her system, and joined an on line adventure game on one of
the more active multi line boards.

That evening, after dinner, she went to check the board. She had
40 new users, seven of whom had expressed an interest in the
"Dark Side" section.  Her caller had already come and gone, with
a logoff note that he had left a story for her.  Sure enough,
there was a new file in the upload area called "TOSYS.TXT", with
a description that said "Thoughts for the sysop at night..."
Intrigued, she opened the file and began to read...

>>> The Story <<< 

"Perhaps it was the daiquiris," Lena thinks as she wobbles to her
feet. Something had hit her from the evening out, and she
wondered if she was up to driving.  Then Claude, who she had met
that evening, sees her condition and offers his services as a
driver.  "I can always catch a cab from your place back to get my
car," he proposes.  Lena finds that reasonable, hands Claude her
keys and off they go to find her yellow Miata in the lot.  He
holds the door, and her skirt rides up her leg as she slides onto
the unfamiliar passenger seat.

Claude drives the car with an easy familiarity, taking the turns
of the highway with relish and prompting her from time to time
for directions. Somewhere along the drive at a stop light, his
hand slips off the gear shift and onto her upper leg.  She
giggles, and he gives her a friendly squeeze before the light
changes and they drive on.  "Black looks nice on you," he
comments.  She looks at him, confused... her dress is red, not
black.  When she looks down she realizes how high her skirt has
gotten, and fumbles with it finally leaving it perhaps an inch
lower.

They finally arrive at her house, where Claude closes the garage
doors and opens the door for her.  Lena leans on his arm for
support and fumbles with the keys until she can open the door and
turn off the alarm. She excuses herself to go to the bathroom,
and he responds by asking where the phone is so he can call a
cab.  In the bathroom, she rucks her skirt up, pulls her panties
down, and cups her head in her hands as her bladder empties.  Whe
her head feels steadier she lifts it to see him standing casually
in the open doorway watching her, an enigmatic look on his face.
"Let me help you with that," he says, and takes a couple of
tissues from the counter.  Before she can get more than a
splutter of protest out, his hand is between her thighs, daubing,
patting with quick sure strokes.  He drops the damp tissues into
the toilet and flushes it, cool backspray tickling her bottom.

Lena sits stunned as he replaces his hand between her legs, his
large thumb brushing against her clit. "Not here..." she murmurs,
but closes her eyes and shudders as his middle finger slips
between her labia, sliding up and down.  Her body is betraying
her, those flaps swelling around his finger and making her
slippery for him.  His thumb rolls knowingly up and over her
clit, rolling it against her body again and again until Lena
comes to a quivering orgasm, hands holding the toilet seat for
balance as she clamps her legs around his hand.

Dazed, she lets him slide her panties off over her shoes and help
her up, leading her to the bedroom.  He helps her out of her
dress, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor.  Standing
behind her, he cups her breasts through her thin lacy bra while
cupping her mound with his hand.  She shudders, surprised that
she is coming again so soon.

///// <<to be continued sometime in 1995...>>