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Silicon Valley Tales

Copyright© 2001 by California Dreamer

Chapter 4: A Small Deviation from the Theme

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: A Small Deviation from the Theme - In a world of Silicon delight, two nerdy types discover the joys of the Carbon based world.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Consensual   Romantic  

"The fascinating depth and complexity of the human condition."
Anon.

"Hey, buddy. Would you mind babysitting Paul for us. We want to go up to The City Saturday night next week for dinner and a play." Dave sounded a little rushed.

"I'll check with Moira and let you know."

"I already talked with her and she said it was up to you."

"S'okay by me, pal."

"Great, thanks. We plan to stay at the Mark 'cause we'll be checking out the bars after the play. We'll collect Paul Sunday, late morning."

"Gotcha. Why don't you bring Paul over about noon Saturday. We're going to visit the mummies at the Rosicrucian Museum that afternoon. Aly's got an Egyptian thing going."

"I'll let you know tonight or tomorrow morning."

"Cool, man."

Dave hung up and I pressed the button to dial Moira's number.

"AMD. Moira O'Rourk."

"Hi, sweetheart. How's your day going?"

"Hi, lover. It's a finer day now that I've heard your voice."

"Lay it on thick, dear one. I love it."

I interrupted her pleasant chuckle with, "Dave just called about us keeping Paul over night next weekend and I thought he might enjoy the Rosicrucian Museum too. What do you think?"

"Good idea, lover mine. The kids can keep each other company while we sit and talk. I've been thinking about something that I want to share with you."

"Shall I come over tonight? I know we hadn't planned it but I haven't seen you for three whole days and..."

"I know you miss me. I miss you too but I've been taking work home all week and it's about finished so let's wait 'til the weekend. Okay?"

"Sure. How about we take Aly to a matinee this Saturday then have dinner in Japan Town?"

"J Town? Fine idea. See you Saturday."

I called Dave back and left a message for him to call me then returned to find the beast on my desk had crashed. I toggled in the boot code and tapped the go button. The day disappeared in a swirling mist of octal op-codes.

Later that afternoon Dave came into my office and released me to the reality of the Carbon based world.

"Wanna coffee?" His voice sounded tired and his face was not pleasant to look at.

"Sure. You look stressed. What's happening?"

I stood up and headed for the lunch room.

He followed me through the hallways saying, "The yields have slipped to 55 percent on one of my products. My manager is telling me that I should have found the problem months ago." He sighed and grimaced. "I wouldn't mind the pressure but this Germanium product line is so old I know they'll drop it by the end of the year. Let's talk about something else. Like our women. That's what I came over here for."

As we turned into the lunch room, I could see that the coffee pot was empty.

"Shit, the pots empty, let's take some cokes outside." I grabbed a Lemon/Lime for me and a Cola for Dave from the fridge. We went out the side door into the shady east parking lot. I handed him his bottle and he popped the top using the middle door hinge. I did the same and leaned against the concrete wall and drank deeply.

"How are you getting along with Moira?"

"Really well but her daughter's giving me some fish eye still."

"Paul's getting friendlier since I got him a Pong game and showed him how to hook it up to their TV. Maybe you can try the same."

"Well, maybe. I hope the museum excursion will lighten her up. I bought an Egyptian history book for her and she seemed to like that. She got a little friendlier when we talked about how many women rulers Egypt had in the days of the Pharaohs."

"She's going to be as pretty as her momma when she grows up."

"Yeah, she will. I think she's beautiful now. I hope the cold weather she's been giving me blows away. We met under strange circumstances." I gave him a brief synopsis.

"Whacked you with her doll? That's a tiger you're up against."

We both laughed for a moment.

"I hope Paul never peeks in on us. He'd have a completely different opinion of his mother if he did."

"Yeah, why?"

"I heard Kerry telling him that 'Potty Mouth' was not acceptable behavior. He'd learn a few new potty mouth words if he heard her in bed."

I grinned at him. "Kerry talks dirty in bed?"

"Does she ever! It turns me on so much sometimes I have to, ah... Cool it or lose it."

"Moira's a bit inhibited that way but that's about the only way now. Except she is sort of reluctant to let me do her butt. Some pecker neck tried to take her by surprise and hurt her so I'm in no rush.

"Kerry told me I can do anything I want to her."

"Do you think maybe she likes you or what?" I grinned at him.

"I think she's going to be full blown 'In Love' soon. She said she'd never had a better lover or a nicer guy for a boy friend."

"I think you're very lucky, my friend. I like everything about Kerry including her zaftig body. If Moira ever dumped me, watch out." I grinned to let him know I wasn't serious.

Dave looked at me speculatively. "Do you think we could set up a four way soon?"

That caught me by surprise. Well, sort of. I hadn't thought about sharing my woman. Even though the three of us had gone "under the boardwalk" a few weeks prior.

"Our ladies may not be that adventurous. Well, Moira might not be."

"Are you sure? She didn't hesitate when Kerry asked her if you could come with us."

"Yeah, but I've never mentioned what we did. She probably thinks that I just indulged my voyeur streak."

"Bullshit. How could she have missed your happy face afterwards. Give her credit. I noticed that your voice pitch drops an octave after you've had a good come. She probably has too."

"Okay, okay. I'll sound her out, you turd. Isn't Kerry enough for you, horn dog? You've gotta have my woman too?"

Dave started laughing. He bent at the waist and sloshed cola into the air. I dodged the spray and spilled mine down the front of my dark slacks.

"Come on, let's go sit in the sun so this can dry."

"Nah, I've got to go check my last yield adjustment. The wafer probe line should be about finished testing the latest run and I need to get the red dot counts. Go rinse your slacks."

"All right. See you later."

I went into the restroom to rinse and dry my slacks with the hot air hand dryer. One of the draftsmen came in and made a rude remark about my knobby knees which I ignored.

I was thinking about Aly. I remembered how she looked and acted at the beach. Long slim legs, tight little girl bubble butt and a flat belly. Much like her mother but with auburn hair and blue eyes. She'd played in the water as gracefully as a sea otter even with the life jacket slowing her down.

She had built a sand castle with Paul while Moira watched them. They seemed to get along together without friction. Two bright lively children about to start the hormonal phase of their lives. I sighed, not envying either one of them if their bodies did to them what mine had done to me. If an older neighbor boy hadn't noticed the tent in my pants one day I'd never have figured out how to masturbate by myself. I wondered how Paul would discover the secret pleasures of Onan.

Saturday morning I woke up late. I wobbled to the shower and scrubbed the taste of last night's beer from my mouth. I was in a good mood and looking forward to a day with Moira and Aly. But my little one bedroom apartment needed some attention first. As soon as two cups of coffee and the San Francisco Chronicle had kick-started my brain cells back to life. Started with Peanuts and worked my way up to Herb Caen's column. Or down. Whatever.

"Someday I'll understand what he's talking about," I said to myself.

Then "The Fearless Spectator" for dessert. He, I thought I understood except for his occasional references to "Green Death" as he called Rainier Ale.

"Have to check that brew out someday," I said aloud.

Cleaning time. I vacuumed the rugs then took the week high stack of newspapers to the laundry room, adding them to the three foot high pile.

"I'll take them to the Boy Scout paper bin on my way to Moira's today," I promised.

"Or maybe tomorrow."

Laundry time. Grabbing a couple of quarters, I took two loads to the laundry room. Returning to my apartment I saw the next door neighbor in her doorway. She gave me a wave and a big smile.

"Can I ask a favor, Rich?"

"Sure, Carol. Any time." This forty something, mousey haired woman had always given me sweet inviting smiles which I'd ignored. She didn't have much garlic in her sauce in my humble opinion. She was a trim woman with full hips but I'd never felt the urge despite her large smile pleasantries.

"Tomorrow I'm going to buy a new mattress and could use your help getting it up the stairs. Would you mind?" She smiled sweetly.

"Not at all, I'll be home about three or so. I can lend you a strong back then."

"Thanks, Rich. You are such a dear man." Her high beam smile bathed me and I responded with a quick low beam.

The morning went quickly after that. Changed the sheets. Grabbed three more quarters and carried the white ball of sheets down to the laundry room and stuffed them into a washer. Transferred the contents of the other two into dryers and went back upstairs. Time for a beer. Hard work has its rewards. As I was reaching into the 'fridge the phone rang. It was Moira.

"Hi, sweetest one. Will you be joining us for lunch?"

"Love to, my little heart throb."

"Hyperglycemia! Aren't we sick?"

I laughed out loud into the phone and heard her do the same.

"Okay, I admit it. We're sick and the only cure is more sex."

"Oh, a bitter pill. But where can we go for more sex."

"Where do we go and who do we ask to help?"

"You are a naughty, naughty man, Richard Peters."

"And that's why you love me?" I fished.

"I don't love you as much as I love that beautiful cock of yours. Oops! Hang on a sec."

I heard her muffled voice for more than a few seconds then she came back.

"Sorry. Aly heard me say that and she went into "Momma!" mode. I had to say 'sorries'."

"She can't be too shocked at her mother's sexuality. Not after what she saw us doing on your bedroom floor."

"Maybe but that scene cost me about two hours of 'splaining the facts of life," she said in a wry voice.

"Birds and Bees?"

"Hell, no. She didn't want to hear about pollination. She wanted to know about insemination. In great detail."

"Maybe next Saturday night we can give her and Paul some privacy."

"You're not serious?" She snorted.

I didn't say anything.

"You are serious?"

"Sweetest woman I've ever met other than my mother, how old were you when you played 'Show me yours', et cetera?"

"Point for you. It is one of the tingly parts of growing up, isn't it."

"Was for me. Still is."

Her laughter was musical.

"You seem to want to do more than look, dirty old man you."

"You'll be right about that someday. I am working on it."

"Okay, lover man. Let's continue this later today. I'll expect you for lunch. Be here at high noon."

"That's good. Shall I bring anything, love of my life?"

After a moments silence, I heard her whisper.

"Rich, why did you say that?"

"What? Do you need anything from the store or not?"

"You don't need to." Click.

I hung up and headed for the laundry. Couldn't help whistling while I worked.

At high noon I knocked on Moira's door.

"Who's there?" a muffled voice asked shortly.

"Aly? Is that you? It's Rich."

"Go away."

"What? Aly, what's wrong?"

Silence.

"What's wrong, Aly?"

"You made my mommy cry. I don't like you. Go away!"

I tried to twist the door knob but it was locked.

"Aly, go get your mother. Tell her I'm here."

"No. Go away. I'll call the police if you don't."

"Where's your mother?"

"In the bedroom, crying."

I sprinted around to Moira's bedroom window. It was open just a crack and through the screen I could see her curled on the bed.

"Moira, are you okay? Why are you crying, honey?"

"Rich?"

"Yes, it's me. Let me in, sweety."

"I don't want to see you right now, Rich. And don't call me that."

"Tell me what's wrong. What happened after you hung up?"

"Please go away. Look, I'll call you later. Okay? Leave me alone for a while."

I went back to my apartment and waited. And moped. Drank a tasteless beer. Drank another and considered walking to the liqueur store for a fifth of brandy. At six o'clock I called her number. No answer. I replayed our morning conversation for the hundredth time to see if I'd said anything that would hurt her. Nothing.

Late the next morning I woke up on the couch, a half empty brandy bottle on the floor. My head hurt, my back hurt and my heart felt dead over the tension in my gut. Two aspirin and two coffees later I decided to retrieve my Sunday Chron. As I approached the door I saw there was an envelope sticking partway through the brass mail slot. I stopped and stared at it, dreading what might be in it. I grabbed the envelope and retrieved the Sunday Chron.

"What's the worst thing that it could be?" I asked myself out loud.

I pondered the question. "Ponder. Ponderous. Ponderosa," I intoned, my brain in a whirl.

"Lighten up jerk, 'cause what ever is happening with her you will fix. Right? Right!" I told myself.

I smacked the table top with my open hand. It stung my palm and made my head throb.

I tore open the envelope and began to read.

Dear Richard

I'm going to be blunt. I'm feeling manipulated and I don't like it.

You can be very sweet and charming and I like that in you but I don't really know much about you beyond that. Except that you are very sexual. I know that for sure. I feel that you have drawn out my sexuality past a point where I'd been comfortable in the past. That's good I guess but a bit scary for me. I grew up hearing that only 'bad girls' liked sex. I know that's stupid but that's where I came from. It's not where I am now, though. You've let me enjoy my sexuality somehow. That's something I've never experienced before. My husband was furtive and not very demanding. He didn't want sex very often nor was he very creative, adventurous or exciting. I'd accepted my mother's comment that sex was something women permitted their husbands even if it wasn't enjoyable. My next and only other lover was considerably older and mainly just wanted my company. I felt like he was giving me sex because that's what he thought I wanted. Our relationship was based on a mutually enjoyable companionship and sex was not a significant element for either one of us.

You've told me you love me and I'm okay with that but calling me the 'Love of your life' is too much. I'm not 'in' love with you but I do love you for what you give me and what I feel you are. These last weeks have been so good. I enjoyed your company and having sex with you. No, that was earlier in our relationship. Last week we started making love. You treated me so tenderly. I never expected that from a man. It wont take much more and I might find myself 'in' love with you.

Being 'in' love with you scares me. I am an independent, successful professional but if I fall for you I fear I'll lose my independence. I'll need you because of my love for you. Then you'll meet some 'chippie' and waltz away to another sexual adventure leaving me feeling like discarded trash. Your romp under the boardwalk convinces me of this. You said you loved me but casually went off with Dave and Kerry. I might say more about this later but only after I've thought about it some.

So I'd like for you to leave me alone for a few days so I can settle my feelings. I still want to be with you but you must stop trying to jerk my heart strings. I want to continue our relationship only until one of us feels the need to break it off. In other words, stop trying to manipulate me into dependance. Let's just enjoy each others company as friends and lovers.

Love M

PS. Aly is very confused about our relationship so I gave her this letter to read. I think she should sit in when we discuss what happens next.

I reread the letter. Then read it again, slowly. "What to do?" I asked myself. I went to the bathroom and reread the last sentence of the third paragraph while pissing.

"It wont take much more and I might find myself 'in' love with you."

"Ah yes, Dicky boy, you know what to do." I talked to my reflection in the mirror while rinsing my hands.

"Major changes coming soon, Dicky boy. You've really done yourself up good here, haven't you? You've tripped over a woman that makes you so aware of stuff you never noticed before. You are in such deep doo doo. Chippies, indeed."

I wrote a short letter. Just two incomplete sentences signed "I do love you."

I drove to her house and parked around the corner. I walked to her door and slid my letter under it then scurried quietly away.

Time to go shopping so I drove to the Bascom Ave Safeway and bought food. Beer, chips, oatmeal, raisins and milk. A few chicken pot pies and my larder was almost restocked. The soup aisle yielded several cans of Cream of Mushroom soup and many more of Chicken Noodle. My sense of bachelor hood reaffirmed, I checked out and took it all home.

Carol was pulling into her parking space with a mattress roped to the top of her Volvo station wagon. I jumped out and walked around to the passenger door and started putting the three brown paper bags on my car roof. Carol waved and called out, "Can I help with one of those?"

"Sure. Appreciate it." I gave her a big smile.

I handed one bag to her and up the stairs we went. She lead the way and I stared at her full ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as she climbed. "Nice butt. I'll bet her boy friend is an ass man." I thought.

"Stop ogling my butt, Richard. You're embarrassing me," she admonished with a soft laugh.

"Not ogling, admiring," I admitted in a hopefully honest tone.

She laughed and gave me an inviting look over her shoulder. At my door I handed her a bag, dug my keys out and unlocked the lock. I pushed the door open, retrieved the bag from her and nodded her to proceed me. She scanned the living room and focused on the bottle sitting on the coffee table.

"Party last night?"

"I wish." I didn't elaborate, she didn't comment. She followed me into the kitchen and slid her bag onto the counter.

"You keep your place rather neat for a bachelor. I like that."

I smiled thanks. "You just caught me in the neat part of my cleaning cycle. Come back in a few days and it'll look very lived in. Shall we bring up your mattress?"

"Sure. I'll go open my door first," she said and moved towards the door.

"Meet you downstairs." She waved over her shoulder.

When she joined me at her car she waved a pair of scissors and started snipping the hemp twine holding the mattress tight to the car roof. I was attacking my side with finger nail clippers. Soon we were groaning up the stairs with the unruly mattress flopping between us. I hate carrying mattresses. They make me feel like a weakling.

After maneuvering through two doorways especially designed to thwart mattress movers, we were in the bedroom. I saw that her old mattress was leaning against the wall. We dropped the new mattress into place and both panting heavily, laughed at each others apparent fatigue.

"The store will deliver the box springs next week and will take away the old stuff so you wont have to do this again," Carol panted.

"Thank god," I panted back.

"I have a new German beer in the 'fridge. Let me reward your hard work. Go open a couple of frosty ones for us. I want to change my clothes then I'll join you."

"Sure. I've never had German beer."

I went and found six green bottles lying in state on the bottom rack of her fridge. After rummaging for a bit I found a bottle opener and popped two open. The first long draw was delicious and refreshingly cold. I took them into Carol's living room and flopped onto her couch. I took another swig and put one bottle on the glass coffee table.

"This beer has a great flavor, Carol," I called out to her.

"It's become my favorite even if it costs twice as much as domestic," she answered as she came through her bedroom door. She was barefoot and wearing a short yukata, a Japanese cotton summer kimono. A bright colorful cherry blossom print. The pink blossoms bloomed her skin.

"Wow, that's nice," I exclaimed.

"Thank you. I bought several my last trip. I just love the way they feel against my skin."

She moved directly toward me and quickly flat backed to pick up her beer. I glimpsed small breasts with large brown nipples. She bent her knees and squatted upright directly in front of me, flashing momentarily her downy looking bush.

"Carol, you are a dancer."

She nodded her head and gave me a toothy smile.

"It's been a few years." She gazed steadily at me, her eyes slightly squinted. She was chewing her bottom lip gently. She seemed to be thinking hard about something. After a long moment her face relaxed and she gave me a wink and said softly, "Will you do my ass?"

I gawked at her in disbelief and said with some eloquence, "Awk?"

"May I take that for a yes?" she smirked.

Then she laughed, at the expression on my face, I'm sure. I could feel my face burn.

"Carol, I'm, um, sorta involved... with someone."

"I know but you've not been gone at night for over a week and you got drunk last night. That makes me think you've had a little falling out with her.

I just gaped at her, speechless.

"It doesn't matter. You look very qualified for my needs. I'd love to suck you up first if you'd like," her soft dulcet voice intoned. She raised her eyebrows. "You can come in my mouth. Have you ever had a woman suck you until you squirt down her throat. I love the taste of boy cum," she said lasciviously.

I felt my crotch heat up as my dick filled with blood.

"Oh my god. Carol, what are you... Why are you doing this to me. I've never..." I lied. She must have mistaken my reserve with her for shyness so I decided to play along and be her young inexperienced boy toy.

The thought of fucking her shit hole while holding onto her broad butt put zingers down to my toes. My dick swelled a bit more in my now too tight pants.

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