Jerry's sister finds out what she's been missing
This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.
I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is the special component inside Jerry's computer.
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Jerry Waters is slightly geeky kind of guy who one day acquires a computer with some interesting properties. He is using his computer to write erotic stories without fully realizing what is happening around him.
Soon after powering up his new acquisition, a strange twist of fate activated an interesting 'feature' on his 'antique' computer . . . .
The continuing saga --
With some other projects Jerry was working on there hadn't been much time to sit down at his computer to write any new stories. Even when he did have time to sit down, story ideas just seemed to elude him. With ideas eluding him, he sat back to see what was on the TV.
Part way through a so-so program, he got a call from his sister. Jill didn't call often but when she did, it was usually about something that wasn't going well.
Jerry's sister Jill, was 2 years older than him. At 5'9", she was a spitting image of her mother. In high school she had filled out nicely, with slender legs, a slender waist, and an ample endowment of cleavage. At the end of high school, she could have gone directly into modeling but she different ideas for where she wanted her life to go.
When it was time for a higher education, Jill opted for a State university in another state. Unlike a lot of other kids, she was more focused on 'hitting the books' instead of being around party animals and finding a husband.
Her primary focus was on studying but she wasn't going to rule out a casual relationship. Trouble was most of the guys she went out with took her great looks as a signal to go a lot further than she wanted to. Tonight was the culmination of one of those 'bad' dates. She needed someone to vent her frustrations on and Jerry was the only available person she felt close enough to talk to about it.
Like her mother, the only way anyone was going to even cop a feel from her was to put a ring on her finger after a walk down the isle. Like her mother, her view of sex was primarily for procreation than for pleasure.
Jerry was actually a good listener and knew what Jill needed was just someone to sit and listen. He knew there wasn't much he could say for advice, just sit and listen. For over an hour Jerry listened to his sister's rants about the only thing a guy's mind was sex. Jerry was a little more open minded about the subject but he knew there was no convincing her to his point of view.
After she hung up, Jerry just couldn't shake the feeling that there wasn't anything he could do to help. The only thing he could think of to help ease his mind was to sit down at his computer and write a fictionally different version of his sister's outlook toward sex. It was more to help him cope with his sister's dilemma than anything that would change the way things were.
And so he began . . . .
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"She was a very attractive, straight-laced college sophomore. She had a delectably slender body with a great 'rack'. Her physical assets were enough to easily help get her anything she wanted but she had no interest in using her body that way. In fact, she was all study and no party. The only interest she had in a physical relationship was not until she had a ring on her finger. This is what her mother had drummed into her head from an early age.
Jill, still lived in the dorm. It had a structured living environment, that left her more time to study. Her roommate had tried to get her to lighten-up when it came to men, but Jill was adamant about her morals and especially her virginity.
Occasionally, her roommate Cathy, would set her up on a blind date. Usually, Jill was able to deflect these blind dates with excuses that she had something to do that night. Tonight, there was no way she could back out of the weekend date that Cathy had set her up with. Jill owed Cathy a big favor and Cathy knew there was no way Jill could get out of it this time. This was Friday and the date was set up for Saturday night. Part of the blind date agreement with Cathy was that Jill would wear what Cathy would pick out for her.
It was now late Saturday afternoon and Cathy had laid out a sexy dress, bra, panties, and thigh highs. Jill did not own anything like was laid out for her to wear. It was a odd coincidence that Jill wore the same size of clothes as Cathy."
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As Jerry's fingers tapped out the story on his computer, the 'extra' component inside his computer glowed a warm red. In his sister's dorm room, Jill was looking at the clothes laid out for her by Cathy. She turned to Cathy and told her that the only reason she was going on the date, while wearing those clothes, was to satisfy the favor she owed to Cathy.
As Jill began to put on the clothes laid out for her, there was a strange feeling that was coming over her. What had been totally taboo to wear, was now not so bad after all. Cathy just sat back and grinned at the transformation that slowly taking placed in front of her.
Jill was beginning to like the satiny feel the dress had on her skin. The thin, shear bra allowed her stiffing nipples to brush against the satin material of the dress. This was a feeling she was not accustomed to but it actually felt pleasurable. Jill couldn't understand these feelings she was experiencing, it just wasn't like her to intentionally look sexy so as to attract members of the opposite sex.
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Jerry's words flowed onto the screen . . .
"Dressed very sexy looking, but still not quite comfortable with it, Jill fidgeted in the dorm lounge. She was still thinking of backing out and heading back to her dorm room to tell her roommate she wasn't going through with it.
When she stood up, she was immediately face-to-face with a very nice, well-groomed guy that was only a couple inches taller than her. Jill was about to dodge around him when she spotted Cathy mouthing "He's your date". As Rick, her date, introduced himself, Jill was think this might not be so bad after all.
Having been briefed by Cathy earlier, Rick already knew a number of things about Jill's likes and dislikes. Since pasta was one of Jill's weaknesses, Rick picked the modestly priced spaghetti restaurant a few blocks away.
As they began enjoying their meal with some moderately priced wine, Jill learned that Rick was a junior at the university. He was majoring in Art History and Sculpture. He had already been apprenticing with a renowned local sculptor. This seemed to put Jill more at ease since early Mediterranean art had always fascinated her. Rick was far enough along in his apprenticeship that the sculptor had given Rick a key to the studio, in case he was required to work late or on weekends.
Jill had passed by the studio a couple of times in the last year, when she had taken a walk, but it was never open at those times. She really wanted to see what was on display there. On Jill's third pleading, Rick relented to agreeing to take Jill on a private tour of the studio after their dinner.
The studio was just around the corner, and two blocks up. In the short walk there, Jill could hardly contain her excitement at being able to see and experience things she had only dreamed about.
The studio display window was nothing compared to what Jill beheld as she walked into the main gallery. There were sculptures that encompassed cultures from the entire Mediterranean region, from early Egyptian to Greek and Roman. As Jill wandered the galleries, Rick confided that he was most impressed with the works from the Greek and Florentine periods. Jill was soaking it all in as Rick talked about how the exquisite detail of the human body was captured by Michelangelo. A life size copy of his David stood on a short pedestal, flooded with a single spotlight from above. Jill's interest was genuinely piqued.
When Rick announced that he had been working on a special project in the workshop, Jill followed him like a little puppy, around the corner and up the stairs.
In one corner was a small bed, apparently for those times when projects worked late into the night. There was a workbench against one wall, with an assortment of mechanical parts on it. A drafting table like desk had sketches of various parts of the human form. In the center of the room were 2 nude male statues. At first sight, Jill began to blush. The only exposure she'd had to the male human anatomy was in her high school health class. She did not have any 'first hand' knowledge of the subject.
Taking Jill by the hand, Rick led her over to the first statue, explaining that the only true way to experience the sculpture of a human body was to use your hands. As Rick guided her hands over the face, arms, legs, and torso, Jill began to appreciate how beautifully the sculptor was able to capture the details of the muscles, tendons, and veins. This was something she never fully appreciated until it was explained by Rick."
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