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In the dark, by the lake, in the moonlight stood a young woman on the
verge of discovery. Or as a dude by the name of Trombone would say, "Sally
about to get naked with a Senator's wife."
Sally and someone calling herself Mrs. Hoyden had met in a chat room where
lesbians, bisexuals, or people pretending to be such engage in everything
from small talk to graphic sexual descriptions. In chat, both Sally and
Mrs. Hoyden proclaimed to prefer men. Still, their chat revealed thoughts
of what in their mind seemed a forbidden love that intrigued them. Both
had teased with other people to consider an actual meeting but without
actually doing it. Perhaps it was the number of people they both had let
down and were now ignored by that eventually caused them to end up chatting
with each other more than anyone else. Then again, perhaps there was some
other reason Sally found herself chatting with Mrs. Hoyden a lot more
than with other people.
Sally looked out over the moonlit lake. She couldn't believe she had actually
driven up to where Hoy had suggested they meet. She was so scared during
the drive she practically shook the entire way. Now she hoped that Hoy
had more sense and had decided to back out. Then Sally heard the sound
of a car coming toward her on the narrow dirt road. Sally turned and saw
the bright headlights as the car came to a stop. Then she heard the car
door open and close.
"Mrs. Hoyden, is that you?"
There was no answer. There was just the sound of footsteps and some slight,
heavy breathing. Then Sally felt a hand on the cheek of her face. The
hand felt larger than she had imagined.
Sally backed away as she tried to focus more clearly on the shadowy figure.
"Mrs. Hoyden?"
A whispering, raspy voice breathed a reply, "I've got laryngitis.
This normally only happens when I've a speaking engagement that frightens
me."
Sally said, "I'm also nervous. Let's forget this silliness."
Sally felt lips press against her lips and then the shadowy figured took
a step back and said, "If that is what you want." Then the shadowy
figure of a person stepped forward and Sally felt a hand on her breast.
"I'd like to touch your naked breast." Sally stood still and
said nothing as she felt her sweater being lifted up and a hand move under
her brazier. "Your nipple is nice and firm. I'm going to lick your
breast."
Sally reached up and with one hand took hold of the person by the collar
of their shirt and then with her other hand grabbed their crotch. "Yeah,
that is what I thought. You are a dude."
"Spoiled all my fun."
Sally now recognized the voice. "Trombone, you are Mrs. Hoyden."
"And I was going to give you the best lesbian sex of your life."
Sally asked, "You don't mind that I was going to cheat on you?"
"At first but then I really got into this Lesbian role playing we
were doing. Then you had to go spoil it. I was going to give you the best
oral sex of your life."
"You lousy at that as a man. I doubt you'd much improve pretending
to be a woman."
"Now you will never know."
"You came here to pretend to be a woman. You wearing women's clothes?"
"Hell no. In this lesbian relationship I am the hoyden. I am the
tomboy."
"Yeah, well, when we are married I am going to be the man."
"Married? It is true what they say. Turning Internet fantasy into
real time is a dangerous game." Trombone laughed, "Girl, you
are scaring me."
"Good! You played me for a fool. But now there is something that
I want to ask you."
"Don't bother getting down on your knees to propose. I'm not ready
for marriage."
"No, not that. Nothing to discuss there. You are going to marry me.
I'm just curious."
"Obviously, or you wouldn't have come here."
"What I am curious about is that as Mrs. Hoyden you said you prefer
men?"
"I also said that I am a woman but now if you want to pretend you
are a man I will prefer you."
"Cool." Smiling, Sally added as she put Trombone's arm around
her and cuddled close to him, "I do hope you know that I will never
consider cheating on you again."
"And I will never cheat on you. Let's do get married."
Then a couple of people who were having sex in the bushes and who had
been listening to them yelled out, "Marriage! Get out of here you
perverts."
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