Being Jim Ch. 04: Scratching an Itch


Life is a tapestry, a cloth woven of many different threads that create the whole. This story is a thread, a part of Barbra’s story, contributing to the waft and weave that is the Whole cloth, being Jim.


This story is based entirely on true experiences from my past. Names and a few details have been changed to provide anonymity for those involved. Discretion is a precious commodity and is becoming rarer and rarer every day. I reached a way back to relive this story for everyone; I was in my late twenties at the time. Bear in mind that Cell phones were barely a novel idea at that time. The internet was taking its first baby steps and people were discovering the likes of A0L and to a lesser extent local messaging or electronic “bulletin boards”. How many of you out there remember dial-up modems? Cable TV was still mostly commercial free. Ah, good times. So in that frame of mind enjoy the memory.


I’d gotten out of the shower just minutes ago, after a long tedious night at work I was ready to relax and unwind. After toweling off I made my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge to see what I might find. I had to sigh, it was time to go to the grocery store and buy some food, lots of condiments and some milk but nothing else to eat. Oh sure, there was a half a bag of baby carrots in the crisper but I wasn’t feeling it. “Brrrr” I uttered as I shivered. I was standing in front of the open fridge still nude from my shower. I looked down at my poor shriveled up turtle of a penis that was trying to suck itself up inside of me, to stay warm I guess. Closing the door of the fridge, I opened the freezer… frozen peas, a tin of frozen orange juice and a half eaten carton of frozen sherbet. This last item brought a smile to my face, thinking back to the day it was delivered to me by a wonderful gal who has become a very dear friend with some amazing benefits. Barb has become not only a friend but a nearly insatiable lover; it seemed she wanted to get together with me as much as she could possibly arrange it.

Between her schedule and my own and the fact that she was still currently married even though she was going through the early stages of a divorce and we had to be very discreet, it wasn’t nearly as often as either of us would like. So far we’ve been able to keep our activities under the social radar it seems. Of course she encouraged me to continue seeing other people, girls when things didn’t work out for the two of us. I was happy to do this of course but by mutual agreement we both accepted that what we had together was not exactly an exclusive relationship. Technically we were not even dating, only sharing as much time as we could get together. We didn’t have sex every time we spent time together but often it was sex and the most amazing and rewarding sex it was too. “Not this weekend.” I thought. Barb’s estranged husband was in town this weekend so it was a “be good” weekend. Groaning I closed the freezer door and went to my bedroom and pulled on a clean pair of socks, some sweat pants and a tee shirt. Running my hands through my damp hair I sat at my computer and clicked on my dial up to connect to my favorite bulletin board Night Friends. I thought I’d pass a little time before I call it a night and went to bed.




I typed in my password and checked to see who was online, a couple of the regulars for this time of the morning. Most were night owls like me. Normal people or day walkers as we called them were either in school or at work by now. We night owls who work nights were just ending our days… or nights as the case might be. I checked my email messages and found a note from Todd and Anne wondering if I might want to come down Saturday evening to have dinner and play cards or watch some movies or something. Todd said he thought Anne was trying to fix me up with a neighbor friend of theirs so to be nice. “Oh wonderful.” I thought, but then I smiled and thought…”What the hell? Could be fun…” I typed out a reply saying that I’d let him know later today when I got back up and had a better idea what I had going on this weekend. About the time I hit send I got a private message from another night owl buddy of mine, Angelica.

Angelica: “Hey buddy… what’s up?”

Frodov: “Hi ya gorgeous… not much, just winding down before going to bed.”

Angelica: “Rough night?” She asked, kind of feeling me out, some nights at the factory were very rough, or tiring. They were physically taxing and by the time I got home from a twelve hour shift all I wanted to do was clean up and go to bed. Sometimes it wasn’t so bad though, still long as a twelve hour shift but I’d still be up to play a while or run around sometimes. Often we would meet up at a local eatery for a late breakfast, since it was that time of day. Not many places served evening or dinner food at breakfast time.

Frodov: “I’m not bad, last night was number three of three so I’m good if you want to go get breakfast or something.”

Angelica: “Hmmmmmmm… Escort Bayan or something sounds promising…” she responded with a grin action.

Frodov: “Oh? And things are going well with your new infatuation?” I probed knowing that she had her sights set on a new user here on the board. This guy was several years younger than her and she was drooling over his profile and the few private chats they’ve had. Of course I knew from experience that she could get very very provocative when she got wound up.

Angelica: “Well… Maybe…” she teased.

Frodov: “Maybe? You mean you’ve been hitting on this guy for two weeks and you’ve not got him into your bed yet?” I said and sent a grin.

Angelica: “Hey! I’m not that easy!” she said with a pout.

Frodov: “You mean HE’S not that easy… or you’ve frightened him.” I sent a laugh.

Angelica: “Damn it! It’s moving too slow! I’m about ready to scream! ARRRGH!!”

Frodov: “And there she is! The She wolf bares her teeth.” I said with a giggle.

Angelica: “Asshole! “She sent with a grin.

Frodov: “Asshole? Me… Your favorite naughty hobbit? You hurt my feelings!” I sent a giggle and a grin.

Angelica “Well an asshole would make fun of me when I’m hurtin…” she sent with a pout.

Frodov: “Hurting?” I asked.

Frodov: “How so?” I added.

Angelica: “I’m frustrated and I’m horny… and I’m lonely. There! I’ve said it.” She sent with a pout.

“Boy! She’s laying it on thick this morning.” I thought to myself. Just another round of flirting and teasing, it’s fun mostly but sometimes it gets a little old too, so I thought I’d push her a little more.

Frodov: “And what would you do with some company if you had it?” I sent with a raised eyebrow.

Angelica: “I would make it worth that person’s time maybe…” she said coyly.

Frodov: “And if I called your bluff and came over to keep you company would that make you happy?” I teased, and I waited for her next response thinking that she’d decline saying that she really had to get some sleep because she had to work again tonight. So I was a little stunned when she sent.

Angelica: “Oh I might be Very happy… I think you might be too. But I think you will probably chicken out too. It seems like everyone’s too busy lately.” She lamented.

Sitting there stunned I felt a twitch in my sweatpants as I considered the situation. Angelica, her real name was Susan worked nights just like I did, at the University in the IT department. Most nights it was pretty slow for her so she often got online to pass the time. She was single, recently divorced actually, she didn’t talk much about that part of her life and I figured it was either too soon or just too painful. We had met in person several times at various get togethers with other people from online, Karaoke, movies or just meeting somewhere to eat. I’ve been to her place several times and while we had always been on friendly terms even with all the sexually laden innuendo and flirting we had really never explored any further than that. But lately I’ve been getting the vibe that she’s open to some exploration. Or maybe she’s just horny out of her mind and willing to play with a friend to sate that hunger. I can’t say that I’m opposed to that. And too, there’s something about that girl that just makes any guy perk up and pay attention. Sometimes it’s all about the attitude, someone wanting to have fun and willing to do most anything in the process.

Angelica: “Hello? You still there? Or did you fall asleep?”

Frodov: “Sorry… just pinching myself to see if I’m dreaming or did you just dare me to show up at your door?” I sent with a wink.

Angelica: “Well if you were here already I’d be the one pinching you. Or are you just all talk this morning?” She challenged.

Frodov: “Sorry… I didn’t get that last message, I’m on my way out the door.” I sent with a smile and began disconnecting from the bulletin board.

“Well!” I thought, “This is an interesting turn of events.” I said to myself as I grabbed my wallet and slipped on a jacket. I stopped by a convenience store on the way to Susan’s trailer and got some donuts and a carton of milk. I try to make it a habit of always bringing something to any party or even just visiting a friend. I made it to her neighborhood in just under fifteen minutes but took me another five to find her trailer. I was used to finding it in the dark when most of our gatherings with friends seem to happen, in the evenings or even early mornings. I found her lot though. Her trailer was older than some but it was in better condition than some of her neighbors. Susan says that it’s the best thing she ever got from her ex husband besides her freedom. I only saw her car parked outside though so her roommate must be at work already, or slept over somewhere else last night. Knocking on the door I heard her dial up modem making a connection even as she opened up and let me in.

“Oh look at you! You brought donuts!”

“And milk.” I added with a smile.

“Good thing, I’m out of milk right now. Roomy is supposed to get groceries today.” Susan said as she pecked me on the cheek then took the box and carton to the kitchen.

“You look like you’re dressed for bed.” Susan said with a smirk on her face and a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

“Well I didn’t feel like getting completely dressed again, especially if time was such an issue as you made it sound. I mean I’d hate to keep you waiting over something so trivial.” I chuckled as I stood by the counter watching her put the milk in the fridge. “Sounds like you just dialed up. Night Friends?” I asked.

“Yeah, just wanted to see if Boom had signed on or left a message.” She said with a bit of a pout.

“You got it bad for this boy don’t you?” I asked thinking that perhaps I had read too much into our earlier flirting and carrying on. I guess I kind of looked a little dejected too.

“Yeah, I’m interested in him, but I’m beginning to think I’ve scared him away.” She said sheepishly as she crossed her arms over her chest and rubbed her hands up and down her arms as if to warm up a little. And an ample chest it is too. A man could get lost in that cleavage, easily… and happily.

Susan sat down in her recliner tucking one leg under her causing her loose pajama shorts to draw up and flare out. Pulling her keyboard into her lap she logged on to the board and checked her email messages.

I knew that she didn’t find what she was looking for from the slight disappointment on her face. From my vantage point sitting on her sectional couch across from her chair I idly flipped through the cable channels with the volume turned down not really interested in watching TV I was more interested in watching Susan.

Strawberry blond is what most people would call her hair color, her skin mostly clear and fair save for a few sprinkles of freckles here and there. Her hazel colored eyes sparkled with mischief most of the time but I’ve seen them harden enough to burn holes in anyone who pissed her off, never me, thankfully. Her cute little nubbin of a nose set in those over those animated full lips… those model perfect, dentists’ dream pearly white teeth and that cute little button chin. Susan was an ample curvy gal with wide hips a bubble butt atop of shapely even if big legs. She had the cutest little toes on her almost undersized feet. Feet that were as ticklish as my own I had found out early on in our friendship. It was a trait we both shared, being ticklish that is. Those fingers of her could fly that’s for sure, I marveled at the speed she was typing on her keyboard. I guess if you work on keyboards and computers all day or night long you get fast. I noticed that she had just set her keyboard aside and was looking me up and down as I sat on the couch across the living room from her, one hand absently twirling a few strands of hair. Susan had a decidedly hungry look in her eyes and I felt like I was on the menu. Not a bad place to be actually.

“Are you particularly sleepy right now?” She asked as she unfolded her leg from under her and stood up to walk slowly across the room to the couch and stand in front of me.

“Not particularly, no… I am a little wound up though. And from the way you were talking online earlier I got the impression you were pretty wound up too.” I said almost questioningly.

“I was… and I still am.”Susan purred as she climbed onto the couch straddling my legs to sit in my lap, her modest belly and her more than modest breast pressing into my belly and chest. She placed her hands on the couch back on either side of my head and tilted her head to one side and said. “What can we do about all that tension?”

Raising my hands up from my sides to slide along her sides to her back, I tilted my own head quizzically and asked softly “Well friends are always willing to help out friends… is there some itch that you need to scratch, a booboo that needs to be kissed?” I gently pulled her towards me a little closer tilting my head a little as she leaned down into me and hesitantly brought her lips to mine, softly brushing one another as if testing. Our eyes never leaving one another’s, I saw her eyes half close as her tongue softly probed my own lips. Susan’s hands moved from the couch to the sides of my head running her fingers through my hair. My own tongue was chasing hers now as we grew bolder and could feel the hunger growing. Susan grinding her hips on my lap and pressing her breasts into me. I could feel through her oversized tee shirt that she was not wearing a bra and I suspected that she was not wearing any underwear under those shorts either. I know she had to feel me growing hard beneath her, pressing up into her own crotch as she ground on me. The kisses getting wetter and sloppier as the flames of passion were fanned. Leaning back after a while to catch her breath, Susan looked down into my eyes and smiled, her face and neck were flushed red as if she were blushing. I could have sworn her eyes were dilated I wasn’t sure but I was sure that her nipples were hard as little rocks under that shirt of hers.

“Damn son! I didn’t know you could kiss that well!” She said with a half laugh as she licked her lips and dove back in for more. She explored my mouth with her tongue and I hers with my own. She had flawless smooth even teeth her lips so soft and her tongue hot and energetic to say the least. I worked my hands around from her back under her arms and along the sides of those massive twins she had flattened against my chest. Needing to take another breather, Susan leaned back a little but I kept right on kissing along her jaw line to her neck and below her right ear. A couple of soft wet kisses followed by a small puff of warm breath across her neck and I was awarded the first of what would be many low soft moans.

I continued kissing along her neck to her collarbone heading beneath her chin to that little hollow at the base of her throat. As I neared that little spot I felt Susan pull my head into her neck and chest and the low moan turned into a throaty groan. I felt her legs and hips stiffen as she unconsciously leaned backwards pulling me with her away from the back of the couch. Fearing she was going to topple on over I reached both hands back around behind her back and pulled her back into me.

“OH GOD JIM! STOP a minute! WHEW!” Susan stammered as she let go of my head and pushed my shoulders back into the couch separating us a bit. I looked up at her grinning and said

“What? I’m not scratching the right itch or kissing the right booboo? Just tell me what you need and I’ll be happy to help.” I almost growled softly

“Oh No… You’re doing fine, really! You’re just surprising me that’s all.” She all but giggled.

“Surprising you? You doubted my sincerity or you doubted my ability?” I asked in mock disbelief.

“Hell. I don’t know… all guys talk a good story, I never know what to expect anymore.” She said smiling that quirky mischievous grin with the twinkle in her eyes.

“Wait a minute… I never claimed to be anything special or that I was particularly good at anything…” I started in but got cut off by her leaning back in and ramming her tongue back into my mouth and continuing the wrestling match with my own tongue. Her fingers were gripping my shoulders kneading deep into the muscles as her hips began that slow grind again. Once more we had to part to catch our breath, both of us panting heavily now and it was definitely getting warmer in the trailer.

“Oh my god I gotta pee…” Susan said with a laugh and stood up off of me. Looking down she saw the tent in my sweat pants and smiled that hungry smile of hers again and I swear to god she licked her lips before extending her left hand to me. “Come on… the bedroom is a lot more comfortable than the couch…” she said as she lead me down the hall towards the bedroom.

She stopped at the door to the bathroom and pointed me down the hall and told me she’d be there in a moment. I walked on to the bedroom and pushed the door open and explored the room with my eyes. Like my own apartment Susan had heavy curtains over the windows to block out most of the daylight so that she could sleep in the day time like I do. There were stuffed animals everywhere, there must have been a dozen of them on the bed alone. I kicked my shoes off but held off taking anything else off until Susan got back from the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and then the faucet in the hand sink run for few seconds. Susan came through the bedroom door wiping her hands on a towel and turned to close the door.

“Just in case Lisa comes home… She probably wouldn’t mind a show but I don’t particularly want to have her get any ideas of joining in…” She smiled as she added that last comment.

“Uh… Joining in?” I stammered questioningly…” Does that happen often?” I asked.

“Well… not yet… but we’ve talked about it a few times… It COULD happen sometime. It would depend on whether or not she liked the guy… nothing going on between us… Why? Does that turn you on?” She asked as she moved to stand close to me running her hands up my sides and looking up at me head tilted slightly to one side and licked her lips. I put my own hands on her shoulders and running down her sides to her hips to pull her closer still.

“Oh I don’t know, I’ve never been in bed with more than one girl at a time before. I don’t know if I could handle two. One usually takes all my attention.” I smiled as our lips joined softly again as if starting fresh and testing the waters again. “Not that I would be against trying it some time, but I’d have to get to know both ladies before it got that far… I do have a bit of a personal policy you know… standards…” I half mumbled between breaths and dancing lips.

“Standards?” Susan giggled questioningly as she poked me playfully in the ribs.

“Standards.” I intoned solemnly… “I never go to bed with a woman I can’t be friends with first. I’m not cheap and easy…” I laughed but had to correct myself. “Well… not cheap anyway.” I added with a chuckle. That got me another poke in the ribs.

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