�They like it so keep quiet.� She jabbed back with a smile. �No one believes me anyway, so quit being a baby.� She never once stopped her typing as she scolded him, looking up from time to time to be sure he was not going to go goofy on her again. Sometimes he just completely lost it when she wouldn�t comply. The last time he had stormed off to the basement and stayed down there all night throwing a basketball against the wall with furious force hard enough to shake the old farmhouse where they had been staying at the time.
�Someday, someone is gonna realize it�s the truth. Then what?� He looked at her sternly. �And QUIT typing while I�m talking to you!!!!� His anger was showing itself in his face and he knew he had better calm down before it boiled over and he bagan to take it out on her. �You know I don�t want this relationship publicized. You know what it will do to us?�
�What?� Daria had quit typing now and had turned to look at him with a stern, even angry glare. �Just what WILL it do to us? Or is it really a matter of innconvienience to you for the world to know we are together? For Christ�s sake Mike it�s been almost 20 years� You dodge the press. Cover us up with other relationships� How do you think that makes me feel? Why would it be so bad for the world to know that we�re a couple?� she was close to tears now but she strained to keep them to herself.
�You know that I love you.� He said approaching her, his hand moving to caress her shoulders, but she pushed him away without a thought and turned to continue her typing.
Daria Says
He�s being an ass right now!
Her words splashed across the screen in electrifying fushia.
�Damn it. Stop that!� Mike took her hands and spun her around. She looked up at him, why was it that one minute he could have such fun with her, even making suggestions as to what to type to make the others on their computers reading the remarks laugh so hard, and then next minute be so upset. �You can kid around all you want. But stop telling them that it�s really happening. Someday they�ll believe it.�
�Well I don�t care! Maybe I want somebody to believe it. Maybe I�m tired of living in your little cell of a world where you can lock me away, come and go as you please, tell all your friends. And I�m here by myself, scared and lonely until you decide to come home.�
�I care.� Mike�s eyes stared hard into hers, but there was pain there. �I know what the publicity will do to you. �I�ve seen it happen over and over. How many celebity relationships last 20 years? I�ll tell you you could count them on one hand! And you never see them in public! And most of them don�t have tabloid reporters who hate their guts!� the look in his eyes was frantic, and Daria knew how scared he was, how much he loved her. Even how right he was, but damn him why did it have to be this way at all? She reached up and touched his forehead, brushing away the wisps of hair that had fallen capriciously out of place and smiled.
�Okay, okay. But you know I need someone to talk to too. I feel so alone here sometimes.�
�You can talk. Just remember, I�m Bob.� And he smiled pulling her close to him and then letting her go to turn and tap away again on the keyboards. �You really are a computer whore!� he giggled and ran his hands over her shoulders, down the front of her chest, stopping to casually caress her breasts through the soft cotton t-shirt she wore. He loved it when she didn�t wear anything underneath and he could feel the outline of her nipples through the soft material.
�Stop it.� She complained without conviction, her back arching in the chair as her fingers continued to tap away.
Daria Says
I�m being molested as we speak.
Again the words flashed in front of them in glaring fushia.
�Haha, very funny. Tell them you�ll be back later.� He smiled and pinched through the cotton. He watched as she wiggled, laughing, squirming, trying to ignore the impossible to ignore fingers that worked their way around her breasts. �Tell them, or I�ll have to throw you over the desk-top and do you while you type.� He pushed her forward until she was out of the chair and he threw back the chair that glided on casters half way across the room. Standing behind her he caressed her back as she continued to type, now it was a compitition to see if it would be possible for her to continue her on-screen conversation while he worked his magic behind her. His hands slid up under her shirt and ran back down her sides, thrusting her jogging pants to the floor in one swift motion. He squeezed her bottom and she moaned, but kept on typing. Continuing the conversation as if nothing out-of-the-ordinary were happening. Of course, to be completely correct, this wasn�t exactly an unusual situation. Just another one of their games. She felt him spread her legs with his feet his hand gliding in between them, touching her there. She moaned as his fingers slid their way around the soft folds of skin and then she felt him there and it surprised her momentarily, not having heard or sensed him having dropped his own pants. She tried to look back over her shoulder to see him, naked behind her but his hands kept her head pointed straight forwards. �ah, ah, ahhhh. Keep your mind on what you�re doing. Leave this to me.� He guided himself into position and with a quick hard thrust plunged himself into her. She screamed with passion and delight but kept her hands in place over the keys of the board in front of her.
Daria Says
OOOOOOohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh baby�. Hurt me
She typed and laughed and moaned all at the same time.
He massaged her back and shoulders as he pushed in and out. Rocking her back and forth making it incredibly hard to type much less concentrate. She laughed at the errors that would appear in her words as she typed, moaned, and tensed with pleasure with every movement from behind her. Then he grabbed her shoulders and held on as he gave a final thrust that would unleash his passionate juices and fill her. Groaning he allowed himself to slide out of her and gave her a good sound whack on the bottom making her jump and squeal all at once.
�What was that for?� She demanded with a smile.
He laughed and headed to the kitchen, turning briefly and giving her a sly wink, said. �For being so damned good.�
