From gnbc@alpha.wcoil.com Fri Jan 03 23:47:37 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: One Lucky Girl 1/3
From: gnbc@alpha.wcoil.com (Ed Richards)
Date: Sat, 04 Jan 1997 04:47:37 GMT

  One Lucky Girl
By: Edward Richards <c> 1997
Chapter 1

     This is my first time at writing, so excuse any errors.  It's a
slow day here at
work, so I felt that I would contribute rather than read.

     This story is true, about a long time friend.  I have changed their
names to
avoid embarrassment.  Since this is long, get yourself a glass of wine
and take a few sips while I
start off with some introductions.

     The day started as many other weekends have, with Pat sitting at
her computer on a Saturday
morning, checking her E-Mail, and logging into the alt.sex.stories
conference to catch the action.
Yeah, I know, it's kind of lame for a young girl to do, but Pat's life
was not the bed hopping
scene.  In fact, she had just one lover for a short time in school for a
few months.  She lived in a
poor section of Los Angeles, with her mother.  Dad and the other kids
had taken off a long time
ago.  She loved drawing and often would sketch cartoon characters in
glamour poses and post
them in the alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.cartoons newsgroup.

     Pat was small, thin, had small breasts, and dark hair that was
about shoulder length.  She
wore those glasses that most of us think of when looking at a picture of
John Lennon. If you
judge people by how they look, perhaps she had some Hispanic or Native
American ancestors.
She was in her last year of high school, but she looked 14, and was darn
cute!

     As she sat in front of her computer in her robe, she would read and
run her hand across her
stomach, and to her legs, and across her semi-hairless folds between her
legs.  She longed for
love, attention, and wanted to be with someone who cared for her.  She
wasn't looking for the
typical Internet maggot that post those messages that brag or boast
about their manhood or what
they could do.   She always though those messages to be amusing and
depicted an individual
with a brain the size of a pea.

     Enter, me.  Ed Richards, I work at a duck factory.  Duck factory?
Yes, that's a slang term
used in the media for a voice studio, you know, where they make things
like commercials, and
cartoon voice tracks.   I'm the creative director of the studio, and my
job is to come up with ideas.
One day I was talking with one of my friends that works here about life
and love.  "I've pretty
much given up", replied Chuck.  "After I lost Susy in the car accident a
couple years ago, it just
has not been the same."

     Chuck was our studio engineer, an a brilliant person when it comes
to sound design.  After
working in Los Angeles and New York, he came to work for us after his
girlfriend was killed in a
car accident in New York.  I guess you could say his solution to the
loneliness was to bury
himself in his work.  "You know, Chuck", I said, "you need to get out of
your funk and find
someone."

     "I know, but I'm tired of the bar scene, the lying, the games, all
the bullshit that goes on.
Those are not my kind of people", said Chuck.

     I looked up from the table that both of us were staring at, "You
know, since I signed up with an
Internet provider, I found some nice chat areas to talk to people.  The
Internet is like a city, there
are bad spots and good spots, but I have found some nice people there.
Why don't you get an
account set up, and try it?  Who knows, maybe you might find someone."

     Chuck kind of blew off the suggestion, but later that month our
company got their own server
to ship audio files to our customers.  It was not time before Chuck was
on the net, and
investigating the different areas.  We had a project that involved a
cartoon like cover for cassette
tapes, and Chuck happened to download some graphics from the
alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.cartoons newsgroup.  He noticed a few that
he thought was
attractive, but had a hard time finding the originator.  Finally
an E-mail showed up at his desk from Pat.  Pat had noticed the inquiry
and was more or less
curious about his like for her art.

     Over a period of several months the messages transferred between
our location and L.A.  Pat
was happy to have found this new connection, since this nice guy not
only got her some
business from his company, but also was nice to talk with.  She loved
getting messages from him
every day, that is, till one day a message came that made her think.  It
read, "Dearest Pat.
We've been close in E-mail, and yet we have never met, but I feel as if
I know you.  It's hard to
describe why I feel close to you, or even know you, but for that reason
I have something to say.
Think about it, and let me know in a few days.  I have a project which I
have to do in Montana.
I'm going to take my motorhome and some equipment.  I will need pictures
to illustrate the
recordings.  How would you like to travel with me and visit the upper
central states?"

     At first, panic set in.  Who is this guy?  I don't really know him.
What does he look like?
What is he like?  A million questions passed through her mind in a
period of about 1 minute.  All
night long she thought about it, and Chuck. She thought about how he
looked, what were his
mannerisms.  Was he just another Internet goofus looking to scam some
unsuspecting person?

     The next day she was so nervous she could not log on, and she could
not
help but think about the offer, and Chuck.  Finally, she made the
decision.  There was nothing in
L.A. to keep her there, so why not.  That night, she wrote Chuck and
accepted his offer.

     Several weeks later the day came.  Chuck had sent first class
tickets on a
direct flight from L.A. to Detroit.  The instructions were that when she
got off the plane in Detroit,
look for a guy wearing a Three Stooges tie.  This instruction cracked
her up.  "A Three Stooges
tie?"  She said she would wear a gold pin her mother gave her on her
left lapel.   Then it was
time, the plane was on approach to Detroit Metro.  As she walked down
the ramp she wondered,
"should I go back, or go on?!"  Finally, it was the time, she came
through the doors and looked
around.  Then from her left a man approached.  "Hello, Pat."

     "Chuck... are you Chuck", she asked.

     "Yes, and I assume since you know me, that you're Pat." Chuck said
with a
smile.

     "Yes... oh, yes I am.  You have to excuse me, I've never taken an
airplane
before, and I didn't know what to expect."

     Chuck smiled, and held her hand. "Don't worry, let me help you with
your
bags.  I have the motorhome out in the parking lot if you are ready."
Chuck was about five-nine,
and 165 pounds.  He had brown hair with streaks of blonde in it.  He was
muscular, almost like a
football player.  His glasses magnified his blue eyes, and his smile was
like meeting a long ago
friend.  The finally got her luggage, and drove west down I-94 in
Chuck's motorhome.  The
motorhome was great.  Like a small apartment.  Her area was in the front
over the cab, and his
was in the back of the motorhome.  She had her privacy, and he had his.
What more could you
ask for?

     The trip started out real good, and Pat loved being on the road
with Chuck.  All along the way
he would comment on where they were, what happened in history in this
location.  Pat would
sketch drawings in charcoal and pen, but more and more Pat had this
feeling that this was going
to be good.

     By the fourth night, Pat was thinking about Chuck, in a very
romantic way.  She almost knew
that she loved him, but didn't know how he felt.  That night, while
dining in Minot, North Dakota,
she could not help but notice that Chuck seemed quiet.  "What's wrong",
she asked.

     "Nothing, nothing at all" Chuck replied.

     She didn't buy his reply, but accepted the answer.  Later that
night she was
coming out of the bathroom in just a teddy, when Chuck turned around.
Timing could not have
better.  Suddenly Pat tripped, and fell right into Chuck's arms.  Chuck
had on just a pair of cutoffs
and some deck shoes.  With her head against his bare chest, and
supported by his arms, she
looked up into his blue eyes.  Slowly she managed her way up, and like a
moth drawn to the
light, she put her arms around him and kissed him.  "You know, I'm sure
glad you tripped, else I
don't know how I could have gotten the guts to hold you" Chuck said with
a smile.

     "You mean, you have wanted to hold and kiss me?" Pat asked.

     "Yes, in the worse way!  I've dreamt about kissing you in my dreams
and other stuff.  I just
could not get up the courage to say anything."

     Pat's thoughts ran wild, and she blurted out, "So how did you kiss
me in your dreams?"

     Chuck moved closer and put his arms around her.  He turned his head
to the side and started
to kiss Pat on the neck.  A shiver ran up her spine.  She breathed
heavy, and turned toward him.
Their lips met, and as their tongues danced and touched, her heart raced
with desire.  Pulling
away for a moment, she whispered, "I've had dreams about you.  Just last
night I dreamed that
you...."  Her sentence was cut short by his mouth meeting hers again.
As they rubbed against
each other, the teddy slowly became unknotted, and opened up.  Pat
didn't mind, in fact it was
turning her on to feel the warmth of his chest against her.  As they
separated for a second,
Chuck glanced down.  Pat started to close the opened garment, but Chuck
whispered a soft "no",
and knelt down in front of her.  He placed his mouth upon her breast,
and a nipple which was
rock solid.  Pat was concerned that because she was not built big like
other girls, that he would
think less of her.  On the contrary, Chuck
seemed to enjoy sucking on her breasts, alternating between each of
them, and licking around
the underside of her breasts  Occasionally he would lean up and kiss her
on the lips.

     Chuck then stood up, and took her by the hand and she followed to
the back room of the
motorhome.  He sat upon the bed and looked at her for a moment, as if
analyzing her whole
body.  "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen", he said.
Pat advanced and pushed
her chest right in his face, as if to see if he wanted more.  This time
when Chuck sucked on her,
she could not help but feel a tightness down below.  It was the same
feeling she got just before
having an orgasm in front of the computer by reading the stories.  She
reached down, and as
Chuck sucked and licked her breasts, she inserted a finger in herself
and started to rub and twirl
around an already sensitive clitoris.  After a few moments her body
started to tense up and
she started erupted, "I'm cummin... I'm cummin!" she cried.  Her voice
just made Chuck more
excited and he was now massaging one nipple with his thumb while sucking
the other.  His hand
was cupped around her butt, squeezing it while his fingers barely
touched her wetness.  Pat was
turned on by this tease, and erupted again.  "Ahhhhh!" She cried, as she
started to collapse after
one great orgasm.

     "Did you enjoy yourself", Chuck asked with a smile.

     "You bet I did.  That was really strong."  Pat was now looking at
the bulge in Chucks pants.  "I
think turn about is fair play", she said as she started to unzip his
pants.  In a few second, his
hard on appeared.  "You've made me feel good, now let me do something
for you."  Chuck
wiggled out of his shorts and lay back on the bed as Pat sat along side
him, stroking his hard-on
up and down.  "That's feels real good", said Chuck, "but I really like
kissing you."

     Pat kept stroking him, and moved up along side him, and their
tongues met again.  This went
on for quite a while, and Pat was feeling emotions that she had never
felt before.  Chuck's
kissing was getting her feeling going, and even without her hand between
her legs, she could
feel that she was prime for another orgasm.  She moved up and finally
threw her leg up and over
top of Chuck, so they were laying front to front.  Ask they kissed and
held each other she could
feel the hot, fleshy, stiffness of Chuck touching her between the legs.
She was on fire!  Her
whole body was primed and ready.  Suddenly, she broke her lock with his
lips, and looked at him
very seriously.  "Chuck, I've never done this before, I mean... I've
never had sex with a man...
and I.."  her words started to choke up on her.  Chuck just took the
palm of his hand and stoked
the side of her face without saying a word.  It was as if he was
saying, whatever you want my love.  Pat found the words finally.  "I've
never had sex like this,
and I want you in me now, but let me do it.  I'm scared."  Chuck nodded
and kissed her again.

     It was now or never.   She reached between her legs, and she could
feel on the top part of
her hand her wetness. Taking Chuck's dick in her hand she guided it
toward her, sliding back
slowly.  As the head of his dick touched her opening, she shook as a
small mini-orgasm rippled
through.  Working back ever more she was uncomfortable with the struggle
of holding him at her
entrance, but the feeling of his prick just inside of her felt damn
good.  Conscience of the fact
that it could hurt, she continued to play with his dick, but by now her
back was starting to hurt
from the angle and she leaned up.  With that, Chuck's prick slid in
deep.  It took Pat by surprise,
and for a second she was waiting for the pain that she said would happen
the first time.  It didn't
hurt at all.  She took a deep breath and sat all the way down, pushing
all of Chuck into her.
"OH!" she cried, this is good, and her hips started a rocking motion.
Slowly penetrating him in
and out of her by a few inches.  She could
feel another orgasm starting to build, and reel from inside.  Chuck
cupped her butt in his hands
as if to steady her, Pat arched her back slightly just moments before
she took off in ecstasy once
more.  "Chuck... oh Chuck!" she cried, "this is so good, so good, so
good!!"  Chuck's response
was to place his hands around each of her ass cheeks and separate her
slightly with his fingers.
This drove her insane with pleasure.  The look on her face was half like
a kid getting a shot for
the first time, and someone who has not had ice cream in a while
savoring the taste they have
longed for.

     Pat placed her hands on Chucks chest as she started to shriek and
her breath became short
gasps.  As she started to rotate her hips, Chuck could feel that she was
now wetter than before
and constricting on him, commanding his prick to pound deep towards her
cervix.  Pat let out one
loud cry, then collapsed on Chuck's chest like a runner collapses after
completing the Boston
Marathon.  With Chuck still firmly inside of her, and her juices soaking
both of them, Chuck
stroked the back of her head as she lay there panting, and kissed the
top of her head.  "You
OK?" he asked.

     "That was unbelievable" she panted.  It started on my clitoris, and
just started to radiate out.
My whole hips were just ringing with 'that' feeling.  I've never
experienced anything like that.  It
felt so damn good!"  Pat's breathing started to return to normal.
Suddenly it dawned on her and
she raised her head and looked at Chuck in kind of a guilty way.  "Did
you come?"  She asked.

     "No"  Chuck replied.

     "I'm sorry, I just didn't know if.." Chuck placed his finger across
her lips, then kissed her on
the nose.  "Pat", Chuck said in his soft deep voice. "Sometimes it makes
a man happy to see a
woman enjoy what he has to offer.  I was very close to coming, but you
seemed like you were
experiencing a real good one.  The angle in which you were in obviously
gave you great
pleasure, but it didn't stimulate me and send me over. However, when you
love someone, the
way I feel for you, you want them to experience the best that they came.

     It could not have been scripted any better.  A tear appeared in her
eye.  "Oh, Chuck, I love
you too.  I really do!" and she leaned down to kiss him.  When she did
that, she could feel his
prick start to slide out of her, and it surprised her for a second, but
then she got a thought.  She
looked down at him with kind of a evil smile on her face, and bit her
lip for a second. "You made
me feel good, now it's your turn.  Hold on for the ride."  Chuck had
barely enough time to think
about what she said when she snapped her hips back and drove him
completely in deep.  Her
climax juices made it easy, and by the expression on his face she
understood that long stokes
made him react well.

     Pat lay her hands down on his hips to prop herself, then started to
drive him in and out of her.
The feeling for her was unbelievable, but during the times she opened
her eyes, she could tell
that he was being satisfied beyond all expectation.  She would pull up
off of him till she could feel
the head of his dick ah her opening, then crash down on him, sending him
deep inside.  Her
feeling was starting to build again, and the effort and movement was
starting to wear her out.
"Oh god, Chuck, this is beautiful, but I can't keep it up much longer."

     "I'm almost there.  Let me help you", and Chuck grabbed her hips
with his
hands, and while using his fingers to pull her apart, he helped lift
her, and drop her down on his
manhood.  Being opened up like that stimulated her even more, and She
started to cry from the
mixture of a massive orgasm to which she never felt before, and the pain
from her leg muscles
trying to induce pleasure to Chuck.  After a few seconds, Chuck said,
"When I say so, drop down
hard on me, and don't move!"  Pat did not know what was going to happen,
but waited.   "NOW!"
Chuck said in a breathy half-yell.

     Pat let her muscles relax and she came down, inserting Chuck deep
inside of her, at the
same time Chuck pulled her down by her hips, spreading her open with his
fingers from
underneath.  Pat was stunned, but then felt a new sensation.  She could
feel the throbbing of
Chucks dick inside her, as he spewed his cum.  Her eyes shot wide open
and she threw her
head back, and her mouth open, while feeling the throb-throb-throb of
his stuff in her.  It seemed
like an eternity, but after about a half minute it was all over, and as
Chuck's erection started to
fade away, and the mixture of his cum with hers sept out through the
sides, she fell forward and
lay her head upon his chest, while he held her tightly with his arms and
kissed her forehead.

     They lay there for a long while, with Chucks now defunct hard on
still partially in her, just
recovering from the exercise.  "Chuck?" Pat leaned upwards, "I've never
felt something like that."

     "Neither have I", Chuck said, choking out the words.  "I love you
very much.
You've made me very happy, and I hope you were happy too."  Pat smiled
and
nodded her head. Chuck placed his hand on her head and softly pushed her
down so she was
once again laying against him.  "You are one special lady.  I love you"
he said.

     Slowly both of them relaxed, and Pat slept that night with Chuck in
his bed.  All night long as
she slept, Chuck would hold her, and if she was awaken by something, he
would kiss her on the
neck and speak some soft soothing words to her

     Pat smiled throughout the night and thought to herself, "How
lucking can I be?"

     That's where we end this portion of the story, and perhaps we can
pick it up in Chapter 2 as
their trip takes them across the United States.  But you are probably
still  wondering why I called
this "One Lucky Girl".  I think it's for the simple reason that she was
a poor girl from a section of
blighted inner city, who would have never found love or happiness in her
surroundings.  Yet she
found love in a most unusual way, and with a guy that could provide for
her in his affluence, his
love, his sex, and most of all his caring for her.  I know Chuck.  Chuck
will love her till the day he
dies, and will provide for her needs.  She is one lucky girl... and
Chuck is one luck guy!


/ED