The safety of the Cyberlove Void

 
The whole point of having the damn machine was to work,  to write her novel which was now several months overdue.  Belonging to herself alone were the stories she had intended to write,  but now she could find no source from which to draw,  no single person she could fix upon in order to bring a character to life.  Lianna lay back in her chair and stared at the blank screen. "Where can she be hiding, this woman I need to write about?" she thought aloud to herself.  The original point to the book had been about a woman who falls deeply in love on-line,  and sets out to meet the focus of her seduction... "So, I must start again at the basics,  go back to chat room hell and play mind games all over again."  Lianna had spent many evenings trawling the various rooms,  looking for potential cyberlovers to breath life into her character.  Now she must go back,  and hunt patiently for inspiration.
She sat listening to the modem opening up the world to her,  and wondered if this would be any easier than before - any less tedious - sifting through all those who simply wanted a description,  some lewd words and little else.  Perhaps she would try a UK room first, it was early, most Americans would still be at work at this hour.  Her luck was in,  she entered a previously well haunted room full of people claiming to be British Lesbians,  using the name "Paperback Writer" -
it was likely to be the most truthful nickname on display,  and an old favourite of hers.  Within seconds two women had said hello,  and she replied courteously,  wishing all a big hello.  Lianna went through the profiles looking for something which stood out,  something other than personal stats and sexual comments.  In her experience the women who didn't advertise the obvious were the most likely to provide the inspiration she craved.  Sitting back for a while she observed the general banter of the room,  but no-one caught her particular attention.  Names came and went,  one or two always there but never joining in the chat,  all quite standard so far,  occasional unsubtle private messages from women who wanted to cyber. "Oh nothing changes here one bit!",  she thought.  After a while a more promising message appeared,  from one of the silent watchers like herself : Now this had potential,  a woman who at least had a good answer to an obvious question. Lianna thought she might just do that,  and found herself intrigued by this aloof woman,  evidently articulate enough to keep her interest.  Maybe her search would end here without having to spend the whole day being disappointed.  The chat continued,  and became more intimate and diverse with time.  An hour passed before she had realized,  quite engrossed by the fluid nature of the conversation between them.  She told of her writing,  and the true purpose of her being there - to find an enigma to write about  -  the fact she was living in London alone,  32,  single and NOT looking !  Her chosen subject was 27 and currently working as a computer saleswoman.   Her name was Maxine,  or Max as she had wished to be called.  Inevitably the topic found its way to sex,  which had been the point to some extent,  and now felt like a natural progression.  It seemed they both felt comfortable with each other,  and the prospect of actually cybering with Max had become more than simply cold hearted research - Lianna was genuinely aroused for the first time in a while,  and realized she had been grinning quite sincerely to her screen for much of the last hour. She must have looked surprised when she placed her hand below the waist of her trousers,  finding herself much more aroused than expected.  She was hard and very sensitive.  Obeying orders she used only the tip of her finger to stroke herself gently,  sliding easily down between her swollen lips,  wetter than she had found herself in a long while.  Having spent the last few months without a lover,  Lianna had lost interest in sex for the most part,  and buried her head safely in her work - her work which had now by consequence brought her body back to life,  and she played the game willingly,  wanting Max to be the woman to recharge those feelings. Her nipples were hard already,  but touching them made them even more sensitive.  She wanted to see this through,  actually allow this woman to instruct her until she would be beyond the point where she could stop.  The teasing continued for what seemed like ages,  her body began to ache for more,  but she did as Max told her,  touching herself slowly and doing no more.  Max had her strip to only her shirt,  trousers thrown aside along with her panties on the floor of her study.  Her legs spread wide apart under the desk,  she slowly opened herself and pushed two fingers deep inside as instructed.  The muscles began to contract tight on her hand,  and she wondered how long it would be before she was allowed to make herself cum,  or if indeed she could stop her body from doing so.  She felt safe in the knowledge that Max would allow her to soon enough,  and this void in which they were making love,  anything the mind could conjure was possible.  This excited her,  the role play that her cyberlover had created,  the intensity to which she knew she was building... all feelings she had craved subconsciously for longer than she cared to guess.  As the text appeared, she moved one trembling hand to reply... Lianna's heart did feel like it would explode.  She begged and pleaded Max to let her cum,  but every time she got almost to that point she was made to stop,  as if they were actually together and Max could time perfectly when to pull slowly out of her,  when to slow the intense flickering of her tongue... Her body had never been this excited purely by the words of another woman,  when alone she could make herself cum easily but not to this intensity.    She continued to take her orders,  the sweat building over her whole body,  almost in pain with sexual frustration.  Max described how she was there,   moving slowly inside her,  drinking her in with her lips softly surrounding her now engorged clit,  teasing it with the tip of her tongue.  She said she could feel how close Lianna was to cumming,  hard and loud... how she wanted to hear her screaming out as every muscle became rigid...  her thighs shaking wildly,   blood coursing through her veins...... The words alone almost made her cum that second...  her hands moved fast and skilfully,  doing as she had done many times before,  sliding deep and hard inside her hot and now quite soaked pussy,  passing furiously over her swollen clit... so close.... fuck she was so close... moaning and crying out loud,  her body went rigid...... Shit !!
There was someone ringing the front door bell....  Jesus,  this just wasn't fair.  She thought about not answering it and then cursed herself as she remembered that her publishers had arranged to deliver a new computer today,  hoping to inspire completion of her work.   She had to answer it,  they knew she was home and the phone had obviously been engaged for a couple of hours now.  Emotionally she was a wreck,  trying to find her trousers and pull them on,  her body shaking so much she found it hard to stand.  She panicked,  and realized she ought to say something to Maxine - what the hell could she say ? She ran downstairs and shouted to the door "Sorry,  I'm coming right now".  She considered the irony of this statement and giggled nervously to herself as she ran into the kitchen to quickly try and wash the smell of her sex from her hands.  She opened the front door quite out of breath,  thinking she must have looked a terrible sight.  The woman at the door smiled and introduced herself as a representative from the company which was supplying the computer on behalf of her publishers.   She raised her hand to shake Lianna's,  "Miss.Forsythe".  She offered a warm smile and Lianna precariously shook her hand and invited her inside.  "So sorry to have kept you waiting, Miss Forsythe,  I was on the phone".  Lianna lied convincingly,  so she thought.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"A coffee would be great,  thank you"
She quickly made some,  and observed that Miss.Forsythe was watching her as she did.  Not an unattractive woman by a long shot,  she wondered if it was obvious that she had just been upstairs having cybersex moments before,  and felt a slight blush of embarrassment ride over her.  They moved to the sitting room with the coffee and Lianna noticed the padded laptop bag for the first time. "Ah"  she said, "Is this my new baby then ?"
"It most certainly is,  state of the art and all ready to go.  Oh,  and here's my card for when you break it !"  She handed over the pale green card with the words : "Would you like me to show you what it can do ?"  She offered another warm smile,  this time fixing her gaze on Lianna.  Holding the card in her hand she slowly looked up to meet her stare.  Now this was a bizarre coincidence she thought,  Maxine...... or was it ?
Maxine opened the laptop and turned it round to face Lianna,  never moving her eyes from hers once.  Lianna almost dare not look at the screen..... It couldn't be....
There in front of her was the last few lines of the chat. The shock hit her so hard,  her body almost shook.
Maxine grinned and moved to sit closer to her.  "Well now,  we really can't leave you in this state can we ?"  She reached over and pulled Lianna's mouth close to hers,  leaned towards her,  and kissed her before she had the chance to answer. Safety... in the cyberlove void ?
 
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