                         "Telephone"
                       An Erotic Story
                     Flash ... 300 words
     
     "Sometimes she makes me so mad!"
     It's a bit distracting to be interrupted during sex
like that.  Who?" I asked.
     "Marie.  She gets all stuck up and stuffy; using big
words."
     I remembered Marie.  Far from "stuck up" my niece was
as eager to feel my prick stretching her belly as my
daughter.  "Big words, Hon?"
     Sandy wriggled around on my prick; bringing groans from
me and squeals of delight from her.  "Oh, Marie says `cause
we went cross-country without boots, that we should feel
proud."
     "Cross-country?" I thought then guessed: "OH ... You
mean, `Around The World'?"
     "No ... Interstate ... intercounty ... something."
     "Oh ... I'm not sure I understand."
     "Since Marie met this new teacher down at school, she's
using all these big words.  She acts *proud* and says she's
Magma ... No, pragma-something."
     "Pragmatic?"
     "Yeah ... Think so.  Ever since she met Mr. Class,
Marie's been bragging about how she's pragmatic.  She thinks
*I* should be proud too ... for not even *knowing* the guy!
It don't make sense!"
     Well ... Marie *was* rather pragmatic ... especially
the time I accidentally came inside her.  She just said,
"Don't worry about it."
     "Who's this teacher she knows?" I couldn't remember a
"Mr. Class" in either of their schools.
     "Mr. Class ... No, Mister Recess.  No ... Something
about time in school.  What do you call the time when each
class is held?"
     "A period?"
     "Yeah!  That's IT!  She knows Mr. Period."
     Oh God.  The school bell finally rang.  This was like
figuring out the original message in a game of "Telephone."
     "You mean ... Your cousin thinks that since we had
intercourse without a rubber, and she knows she missed her
period, that she's pregnant, while because you *haven't*
seen your period, you are too?"
     "That's IT."
