Accidental Mage
Copyright© 2007 by Ben Centin
Chapter 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - When Marty tries to figure out more about his computer, the magic in the computer turns out to affect a lot more than just a few programs.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Magic Heterosexual Science Fiction Safe Sex Slow
Marty was a computer whiz, well at least in his own mind. When he went to sleep at night, visions of programs yet un-written bounced in his head, just as often as the images of scantily clad young women he knew from school. Maybe if he had actually had the gumption to talk to one of them, this story would never have happened. It's an interesting thought at least.
The noise from the yard of the trailer park filtered in to his room, just like the bright yellow jagged light through his torn window curtains. People who talk about soft light had never felt the daggers from a risen sun jabbing into their eyelids. The yelling of kids playing outside wasn't so bad, if the groaning of his drunk neighbors to get them to quiet down didn't grate so much on his ears.
Of course, he should have known that just living in a trailer park would have these kind of problems. But the Winnebago seemed like such an answer to all his problems. I guess the failure to plan ahead really was a plan to fail after all. How would he know that the city wouldn't let you just park a Winnebago anywhere? His parents had said they would let him park it in their back yard after school let out, but now that he had a real job, several hundred miles away from their house, he couldn't exactly commute back and forth.
'It's an investment that will pay off quickly' ... he had assured his dad. Well, yeah if you define quickly in just the right way. How was he to know that the after market value was so pitiful. "move up to a class A comfort and style" the salesman had promised. Too bad he hadn't seen it in person. The cameraman must have been using a really-wide angle lens to make this place look big in those pictures.
The ringing of the alarm in the bathroom finally got him out of bed. The two alarms near the bed were easily silenced and convinced to snooze several minutes ago by his sleepy hand. Bolting upright from his fuzzy warm bed he remembered why had he set an alarm out of reach. He knew himself too well. Any alarm close by would be disabled before his brain had even woken up. Maybe there was something that he could use in his research paper about that ... Oh yeah. That research paper was long gone, as was the class in developmental physiology. He'd aced the class, but every once in a while the perpetual-student in him wanted to just be back in school where things seemed a lot simpler.
Regardless of how tired, or grumpy he felt, Today was the "first day of the rest of his life". Why did his mom's trite phrases come so easily into his head when he was just waking up? Sure, her bubbly personality, and almost air-head enthusiasm about life did tend toward more toward proverbs and aphorisms, but he did love her, and in this case, really miss her. Well, mostly her cooking right now, but he did miss her anyway. The idea of getting out of bed, pulling on a robe, and just walking out to a steaming breakfast table was enormously appealing. A lot more than the reality of cold cereal and a stale muffin, let me tell you.
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