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 Fairy Story

   == 1 =

   Lieutenant Jill Silver paced in her office outside the crime lab.  Over
and over she walked to the window and stared at the board and the pictures
of the woman found in the park yesterday.  Over and over she arrived at the
same conclusion.

   "Impossible."

   According to dental records, the Jane Doe they had found in the park was
a one Maxine Erdmann, reported missing some ten years ago at age 27.  The
woman that had been found at sunrise yesterday, barely alive and completely
naked, looked to be about the same age but completely gaunt and dehydrated.
She had died shortly after being brought to the hospital, and the medical
report had shown that she had been repeatedly raped by something about the
size of a baseball bat.  Strangely, although her vagina was stretched and
misshapen from the abuse, she showed no signs of internal damage or any
other mark of attack.  No bruises, no scratches, no signs of struggle... 
nothing.

   The police autopsy had found no "known" drugs in her system, but did
show some unknown substances in very high quantities present in her
bloodstream.  It had also shown that while she was incredibly thin and
underweight, she was not malnourished.  In fact, her body was in prime
health, her muscles ( what was left of them ) were toned, her teeth were
well cared for, not a single cavity, her skin was flawless ( though sagging
on her thin frame ), and even her hair was well groomed.

   But the strangest thing, the thing that drew Lt.  Silver back to the
pictures like an accident you can't turn away from, was her breasts.  They
must have been huge at one time, well over double-F cups, and her nipples
looked swollen even in her current state.  Almost as big around as a
quarter, and two inches long with areola as wide as her fist!  Her
misshapen breasts hung down almost to the ground when they found her
kneeling in the park, long and stretched like big balloons half filled with
water and air.  According to the pictures and records they had from the
original missing persons report ( posted right on the board next to the new
ones ) Maxine Erdmann had completely ordinary, c-cup breasts at best.

   Lt.  Silver was wondering to herself for the hundredth time what could
possibly do this to a woman, when the police coroner knocked outside her
door.  Tearing her eyes from the crime board, she looked to the door.  A
small man stood there in a long white coat emblazoned with the police
symbol above his nametag, holding a manila envelope dangling from his
fingertips like he didn't want to touch it.  Wire rimmed glasses sat on the
bridge of his little round nose, his small dark eyes usually distant but
strangely calm looked disturbed now.  He was shuffling his feet, a very odd
thing for this usually calm, collected man.  Steve Sandborne did not
generally lose his cool...  that alone bothered the Lieutenant.  She
motioned to him to come in and waited a long few seconds for him to speak.

   "You've got something new?" she asked

   "Yes..." he replied, almost looking away, "but you're not going to like
it." The strange look in his eyes said more than he could voice.

   "Steve..." she began, "I have a very bad feeling about this case.  Just
take it slow and tell me.  What we've seen with this poor woman is
unbelievable enough, and I think it's going to get worse before it gets
better.  Don't worry about sounding like a nut", she smiled, "Just tell
me."

   He smiled back just a little...  and took a deep breath.  "Ok...  you
were right about Mommy..." the sharp look in the Lieutenant's eye stopped
him cold.  "I mean Maxine," the little nervous coroner corrected himself
quickly.  When they had brought her in, Maxine would only answer to the
name "Mommy", and whisper the phrase "Mommy is dry..." over and over.

   "Maxine...  ", he went on, "was physically still close to 27 years old.
We already knew that she was healthy, the hospital told us that, even
though she looked emaciated.  What they didn't say was that she was
completely dehydrated.  I don't mean like parched," he added when the
Lieutenant's look told him she'd already heard this part, "I mean like her
internal organs, blood cells, and plasma itself contained less than 2% the
water weight of a normal healthy woman."

   When the Lieutenant had had time to raise an eyebrow skeptically he went
on "Yes...  that should have been enough to kill her long ago.  Never mind
the fact that her body should have dissolved her muscles and used them for
nourishment.  And...  she had zero body fat anywhere, except..." he paused
a second and took a short breath, "except her breasts.  Her milk glands
were grossly enlarged, and you saw her nipples.  The glands were surrounded
by the only fat left on her body...  but even the glands themselves were
completely dehydrated by the time we found her.  Why her body would
preserve the fat and fluids around only that area is beyond me..."

   The Lieutenant let out her breath slowly, and started, "Well...  that's
not so..."

   "There's more", the little man before her interrupted.

   He shuffled his feet again, "She was pregnant."

   At this Jill was shocked.  She looked closely at the coroner, anger
rising in her again at whoever or whatever did this.  "You're sure, Steve?"
she demanded.

   The coroner looked away, not able to meet her glare.  "I'm sure. 
But..."

   "But what?" she demanded again, "And how did the hospital miss it?  They
should have found something when they did the rape kit!  Why didn't they
report it?"

   "They may not have looked," he started again a little calmer as he sank
behind his science, "the required hormones for pregnancy were not present
in her body, she showed none of the signs of carrying, what was left of her
internal organs didn't show signs of...  Oh hell Jill, maybe they found it
and just didn't believe it!" This last he blurted out, and turned away from
his boss.

   "What...", she asked very slowly as she laid a hand on his shoulder,
"exactly are you talking about?"

   "It's just a fetus" he muttered, "barely formed...  maybe 4 or 5 weeks
old...  but still..."

   The strong woman waited, her hand still on his shoulder steadying him.
He took some strength from it, and went on.

   "It's not human, Jill.  It's like a half formed animal," it came out
now, in a whisper, "The top could be human, the head and arms, but the
bottom is like a dog.  Legs bent at the knees and ankles, the bone
structure, the hip joint...  Christ, it didn't even have feet"

   "Steve..." she began quietly as she pushed the door shut with her free
hand

   "I knew you wouldn't believe me!" he gasped.  "I wouldn't have either...
So I brought the x-rays" With that he tossed the envelope he had been
carrying on the table, the way you might toss a dead rat away from you,
with a jerk then quickly moved away.  The door finished slowly swinging
closed with a click.

   She stared at it, unable or unwilling to open it yet.

   "Look at it" he muttered...  "Please.  Tell me I'm wrong, I'd love to
hear it...  please" Having finally said it all, he collapsed on the small
couch beside her desk and looked at his boss.

   Jill picked up the envelope and stared at it only a second, before she
realized she needed to be strong here.  She needed to show the other
detectives and uniforms that no matter how bad or unbelievable, she
wouldn't fold "like a girl".  That she could take it, even when they
couldn't.  With a steady hand, she unwound the string holding the envelope
closed and pulled out the pictures.  One by one she flipped through the
x-rays and sonograms.  Steve had been very thorough; he obviously couldn't
believe what he had found.  He had taken pictures from every angle, every
magnification.  There could be no doubt about it...  what she saw was not a
human child, it was some kind of...  of...  there was no word she could
think of that came close to describing what she felt about the thing inside
Maxine.

   Slipping the pictures back into the envelope and sealing it, she pushed
it into a draw of her desk and turned to the man on her couch.  "First,
Steve...  I'm sorry, you were not wrong.  I don't know what it is, but it's
definitely not human." She moved and sat next to him.

   "God in heaven" he muttered, staring at his shuffling feet...

   "I'm not sure He applies here" she whispered...  "Who else have you told
about this Steve?"

   "No, no-one!" he looked quickly to her, "Who would believe it?"

   "Good" she replied calmy...  "Don't say a word about it.  Not to anyone
else, not the other police, not your coworkers, and for God's sake not the
press!"

   He breathed a long slow sigh...  almost relieved.  "But...  " he
started...

   "No" she whispered...  "I'll take full responsibility.  I'll even write
you the order and sign it, for your protection.  But no-one is to know
anything about this until we know more.  Understood?  Promise me Steve...
no-one."

   He nodded and looked at her...  "I promise...  but Jill...  what are we
going to do about it?"

   "Remove it" she answered flatly.  The thought of that thing inside any
woman's body made her veins run cold.

   "What?" replied the little man, clearly shocked.

   "Remove it" she said again, her face looking at him understandingly, but
her voice almost completely flat.  "There are no hormones present in her
body to point to a pregnancy, you said she didn't show any other signs
either internally or externally of carrying.  No one will know.  Remove it
and preserve it.  Document every step.  Pictures and notes, as much detail
as you can stomach, no-one will believe it otherwise.  Make sure that
nothing is lost, but make sure that nothing will be noticed or discovered
until we're ready to go public."

   She noticed he was looking a little green around the edges...  she'd
never seen anything in her ten years at this department that would make
Steve Sandborne ill.  "There's a first time for everything" she thought to
herself...

   "Steve, pull yourself together.  No one can know about this, the press
would have a field day and we'll never be able to finish the investigation
in the middle of a media circus.  But we can't hold the body; her family
will be here tomorrow to pick it up.  The funeral home might notice
something, or they may have their own examination done, or any number of
things...  we can't let someone else find THAT", she looked briefly at her
desk, "and accuse us of a cover up.  You follow?"

   He whispered, looking away again "yes..."

   "Good.  Can you do it without leaving any traces?"

   "Yes...  because of the..." he swallowed, "...  yes."

   "Do it Steve."

   He got up to leave, walked to the door and turned back before opening
it. "Ok...  but you're gonna owe me lunches for a year!" he tried to joke,
referring to their long standing deal of lunch-for-favors.  It came out a
little shaky, but she smiled reassuringly none-the-less.

   "Deal" she replied.

   == 2 =

   That night in her car on the way home, she couldn't shake the images
from the crime board from her mind.  Or the images of that thing inside
Maxine Erdmann.  About halfway home she realized she'd never be able to
sleep tonight...  and probably couldn't eat either.  Since she didn't have
any family that she cared to ever see again, and no one close enough to
call a friend, she turned and headed to the gym.

   "To work off some stress" she muttered to herself.  Closer to the truth,
she was hoping to work herself to exhaustion and collapse when she got
home...  and maybe not have nightmares about that thing.

   Pulling into the parking lot, she grabbed her bag from it's spot on the
backseat of her little sportscar.  Since she didn't have close friends to
go out with, her workout bag was always close at hand.  If she wasn't home
in her apartment, or at work, she was probably at the gym or with her
Aikido trainer.  Currently one rank below black-belt, she kept her body in
top physical form and was proud of that.  Tonight she needed to stop
thinking for awhile...  "Yes", she thought to herself as she hefted the bag
and pushed through the glass doors, "A good long workout topped off with a
long, HOT shower was just what the doctor ordered."

   The desk clerk smiled warmly and greeted her as she passed.  A sandy
haired young man that she hardly acknowledged...  his name-tag said "Stan"
but she'd never bothered to look.  She tossed a wave over her shoulder and
slipped into the ladies locker room lost in thought.  She knew the place
closed at eleven, and it was almost nine now...  if she wanted to really
push herself she'd have to hurry.

   She had changed before she left the station, so now when she looked in
the locker room mirror she didn't see Lt.  Jill Silver, 10-year police
veteran.  She saw Jill, a 5'6" 30-ish woman staring back.  Strong, lean, in
excellent health.  Toned muscles under her jeans-and-t-shirt civvies, and
her long red hair drawn back in a loose ponytail.  Square shoulders,
sharply defined eyes and cheeks, and full, chiseled lips kept her from ever
looking "girlish", but still, very attractive.  Carefully applied makeup
accentuated her features, enhancing rather than covering her rough edges.
The consummate Tom Boy, all grown up into a strong, successful woman.

   "Not unlike Maxine Erdmann..." she thought to herself as she moved
between the lockers and undressed.  Underneath she wore a jogbra and thong,
tight fitting and comfortable, as were all her clothes.  As she took her
spandex workout clothes out of her bag she looked up at the full-length
mirror at the end of the run of lockers and saw a woman behind her quickly
look away.  Jill smiled to herself as she pulled the tight top over her
head, wriggling into it and giving the woman a little show before she
pulled her shorts on, never hinting that she had seen the other woman check
her out.  Tucking the rest of her street clothes back into her bag, she
tossed it into a free locker and snapped her lock on it.

   The other woman brushed past her, just touching her as she passed, and
Jill could smell her perfume strongly.  Something a little too sweet,
girlish, but nice.  Glancing in the mirror again she saw the woman was
young, toned, with short cropped blonde hair and full pink-tinted lips. 
Under the suit she could see the outline of a firm, tight stomach and
smooth, round hips atop long firm legs.  She smiled quickly as she turned
the corner, catching Jill's eye in the mirror for that second.  As Jill
watched her siluette against the lockers she guessed the woman was maybe a
C-cup...  if she ever wore a bra at all, which she obviously wasn't now,
her small nipples pressing against the fabric of her spandex jumpsuit.

   Jill checked her hair in the mirror as she watched the blonde woman walk
behind her to the main gym, her hips swaying slightly.  "She can't be more
than 21" Jill thought to herself as the woman pushed through the locker
door, "I still have that effect..." and smiled happily as she turned to
head out.

   For the first hour, Jill attacked the machinery like a woman on a
mission.  She moved through the Nautilus machines one after another,
pushing set after set, working until her muscles burned.  After her brief
passing with the young blonde woman, the image of Maxine had returned and
she wanted only to purge that thought from her mind for the night if she
could.  Finally, she moved to the free weights, her face covered in long
tendrils of sweat drenched hair, her spandex suit sticking tight to her
damp body.

   The young woman was there, lying down on the free weight bench, getting
ready to begin bench presses.  She looked to Jill and smiled and sat up.

   "That was quite a workout, I don't think I've seen anyone push herself
that hard in a long time.  My name's Krystal, but Krys will do." She smiled
and extended her hand.

   "Jill" she replied, still winded, and shook the woman's hand briefly. 
The blonde woman held her hand just a second or two longer than she needed
to; her eyes flicked up and down Jill's sweat stained clothes.  Jill
suddenly became acutely aware of the rise and fall of her chest as the
younger woman looked her over, and struggled to slow her breathing.  She
felt the flush of arousal begin at her chest, as realized this young woman
might be bi too.

   "Jill..." she repeated, smiling impishly.  "Would you mind spotting me?"

   "Of course not" she smiled in return, and moved to the head of the
bench. She watched as Krys lay back down, and noticed for the first time
that the top of her tight spandex suit was very low cut.  In fact from this
position, with the woman laying before her, her arms spread outwards on the
bar, she had a lovely view of Krys' breasts.  She felt the flush growing,
warmth spreading up her shoulders and neck, as she looked up only to see
they were against a mirror...  and she was looking back between the younger
woman's legs on the bench.  The spandex suit Krys wore was a two-piece,
with tight pink shorts under a baby blue thong-backed bathing suit-type top
that barely stretched over her body.  It pulled tight between her legs, and
with her feet on either side of the bench and her knees spread, the edges
of the crotch pulled tight around her pussy and pressed the material tight
against her labia, making them almost visible through the material.  "I
don't think she's wearing panties either..." she thought to herself...

   "Ready?" Krys asked...  and pulled Jill back to the real world.  She
smiled and put her hands under the bar, just below it.  "Sure, go ahead"
she replied.

   The next hour Jill spent with Krys, moving from area to area.  They
would switch off spotting each other, sometimes standing so close they were
brushing each other as they moved.  She could smell the younger constantly,
and the scent of her flowery perfume mixed with her sweat was like a
pheromone for Jill.  With her job being so demanding of her time, and so
high visibility, she rarely had the time or even the option of a
relationship with another woman.  And with the stresses she'd been under
over the last few days, she was very much in need of release.  As she
worked with Krys and they pushed each other through routines, she realized
this friendly, pleasant young woman was in as good shape as she was
attractive...  and she began thinking this might turn out to be a very good
night after all.

   Finally they reached the end of the circuit of machines and weights, and
stopped.  Both of them covered in sweat, breathing deep, smiling and
leaning on each other on the last bench.

   "Wow..." Krys breathed...  "You're really something.  That was some
workout, Jill.  Thanks!"

   "Thank you!" Jill gasped, "Anytime you need a partner, I'm game!"

   "What I need right now, is some juice...  and a shower.  C'mon, I'm
buying"

   They laughed and headed to the juice bar.  Jill let the young blonde buy
her a drink, and they sat and talked.  As they chatted it became more and
more apparent to the older woman that Krys was interested in more than just
talk.  The way her eyes kept traveling down over Jill's body...  or resting
on her lips while she talked.  Or the way her hand would accidentally brush
Jill's at the small table.  Or the way she sat just a little closer than
she needed to, and kept brushing Jill's body with hers when she reached
across the table.

   Finally they realized they were the last two customers in the building,
and that "Stan" was probably still here just because he was sitting and
staring at them from the front desk.  They smiled to each other and
whispered about him, and Jill rested her hand on Krys' leg and said "I'd
better go, it's late and I still need to shower before I head home.  And
Stan is going to close the building around us if we don't get out of here!"

   The young blonde laughed and paid for the two juices and they both
headed to the women's locker room.  Inside, Jill undressed and noticed Krys
doing the same.  She tried not to think anything of it when she saw the
shapely girl ( she had come to think of Krys as possibly only 20, so much
younger than herself at 33 ) peeling out of her suit, but she couldn't help
noticing that she had been right about Krys not wearing panties.  Her clean
shaven pussy was still glistening with sweat from their workout...  or
maybe just her own dampness...

   Krys was still pushing her bag into her locker and pulling out her towel
when Jill slipped into the nearest shower stall and turned the water on as
hot as it would go.  The blast of hot water and steam filled the stall
almost immediately, and she felt the burn of it against her skin as she
ducked under the showerhead.  Letting her breath out in a long, slow, deep
sigh, Jill reached down and slipped a finger inside her wet pussy as the
water washed through her sticky hair and down over her breasts.  She never
heard Krys slip inside the shower curtain, she was much too lost in her own
fantasy about the beautiful girl.

   "Let me help..." Krys whispered as her hand touched Jill's.

   Jill opened her eyes immediately and gasped...  and Krys touched a
finger to her lips.  "Shhhh...." she whispered as she pressed Jill's hand
against her mons, "We're alone, Stan won't dare come and clean in here
until we leave, he's much too timid for that." Krys was gently grinding
Jill's own fingers against her wet pussy, pushing her finger over her own
clit while she whispered...  "We're completely alone...  and I really want
you Jill.  And I really think you want me too."

   Krys' short cropped blonde hair stuck to her head as she pushed under
the shower with Jill, water plastering it down as she moved her face close
in front of Jill's.  Her lips parted slightly as she slipped her own finger
into Jill's pussy, letting Jill's hand drop away to the side as she pressed
her mouth over the oder woman's.  Relieved, surprised, and completely
aroused, Jill returned in kind by opening her mouth to meet her young lover
and probing her tongue gently against Krys'...  tasting the girl for the
first time.

   "She tastes like honey" Jill thought to herself...  "it must be her lip
gloss...  but she tastes wonderful!" Aloud she moaned softly as their lips
parted, her tongue still reaching for Krys'...  and she breathed to the
girl "Yes...  yes I want you too, it's been so long"

   Jill looked at the girl and realized how much smaller she was than
herself.  Not just shorter...  although she was maybe 5'2 at the most. 
Standing on her tiptoes, with Jill sloping against the shower wall, she
could just kiss the taller woman.  But she was petite, almost elfin...  but
perfect in every way.  Her figure would make a model jealous, the perfect
hourglass shape, her full hips pressing between Jill's thighs reminded her
of that and she wrapped her arms around her.  Her bottom was small and
firm, raised like bubbles, and Jill's hands cupped each side and squeezed
gently.  Krys moaned as Jill's fingers pressed into her cleft, squeezing
and opening her from behind...  and the smaller girls mouth made an "O" as
she closed her eyes and pursed her lips.  Jill realized she wasn't wearing
lip gloss or lipstick, that the pink tint was natural.  In fact, under the
hot water streaming down on them, there was not a line on her face...  she
didn't appear to be wearing any makeup at all.  "Perfect youth" was all
Jill could think as the vision before her moaned passionately.

   Krys' moan got lower as she opened her mouth and pressed it against
Jill's again, pushing her tongue back into the woman's mouth, dancing with
Jill's again.  Jill felt her nipples harden as the younger girl's firm
breasts pressed against her, her already hard nipples pushing like marbles
into her soft flesh.  The hand between her legs began to move again, and
the small fingers against her lips began to stroke against her clit.  Krys
played Jill's pussy like a concert musician plays a harp, her fingers
moving over it precisely, fluidly, knowing exactly where to be and when to
be there...  always stroking lovingly with just the right pressure.  As
Jill leaned back harder against the shower wall, she lowered herself down
to spread her legs wider, giving her lover more access to her wet inner
folds.  She wouldn't have stopped the girl now if half the precinct had
walked in on them!

   But no one interrupted them...  and Krys didn't stop.

   She slipped a finger inside Jill's wet pussy, stroking in and out of her
as she moaned against her mouth.  Jill reached back behind her, grasping as
her ass, trying to hold Krys against her as she got closer and closer, but
the young girl had other ideas.  Krys pushed her hips away and bent down,
breaking the kiss and kissing her way down Jill's neck.  Jill moaned as she
slid her hands up Krys' back and shoulders, hands holding her shoulder now,
nails digging into the girl's flesh as she kissed and nibbled her way down
Jill's chest to her left nipple.  Taking it in her teeth, Krys pulled
gently on it as she slid a second finger into Jill's pussy.

   Jill gasped and moaned in ecstasy as she felt Krys pulling at her
nipple...  her eyes opened as she looked down to see the girl's tongue
swirl around it, making it even harder.  Her nipple swelled up like a hard
grape, and the girl smiled that impish smile again and took it in her mouth
and suckled at it as she bent both fingers inside Jill and pressed up and
forward searching for her G-spot.  Jill's eyes rolled back and closed as
Krys found it, both fingers pressing against it as she rubbed up and down
inside her...  her moans getting louder now as her legs spread wider
apart...  her head rolling against the hard tile of the shower wall.

   "Oh...  my...  God Krys...  yesssss"

   Jill's hands gripped the girl's shoulders tighter as she lifted her from
her nipple and guided her to her other breast.  Looking down, she saw Krys
looking up at her, lips parted, her free hand sliding up her side to cup
her right breast.  Krys' fingers still moved inside her...  pumping a
little faster now...  still pressing against her G-spot and rubbing hard
against it.

   "Please...  " Jill gasped...  "Please suck it too!"

   Krys smiled at her and squeezed her breast, making her nipple stand out
more and kissed it gently.  She pursed her lips and blew on it, as she
slipped a third finger inside Jill.  Jill felt herself stretch to admit
her, it had been a long time since she had had a lover this aggressive, and
the feeling was intense!

   "Please Krys!" she gasped

   Krys flicked Jill's nipple with her tongue playfully as bent all three
fingers against the woman's G-spot, rubbing it and driving them in and out
of her faster.  All Jill could do was buck her hips against Krys' hand and
watch the girl drive her crazy!  Her nipple was swollen like the other had
been, the size of a grape and hard as a rock, when finally Krys rolled her
tongue around it, then licked it full up and down with the flat of her
tongue.  Jill gasped and moaned loudly as she pushed down on Krys' fingers
and pulled her head against her nipple, making her cover it with her mouth.
"How did she know how sensitive they are??" she thought to herself as the
girl suckled at it like the other side, sending intense waves of pleasure
from her nipple through her chest and meeting with the waves washing from
inside her pussy.

   Her whole body tensed as Jill finally couldn't take it anymore, her eyes
closed again and she pushed her head and shoulders back against the tile
wall and yelled loudly as her body shook.  The most intense orgasm she'd
had in years shuddered through her as she held Krys against her with one
hand, the other wildly slamming against the shower stall wall.  Completely
oblivious to the noise she was making, Jill exploded in sheer pleasure,
pent up for years and released so quickly by this perfect young lover!

   As Jill began to slow, Krys released her nipple from her warm mouth, and
kissed her way back up Jill's body until she was even with her face again.
Krys slide her fingers from Jill's pussy slowly, letting the older women
sigh gently as she felt herself empty and her walls slowly close...  then
Krys slipped all three fingers into her own mouth and sucked them as she
leaned close to Jill.  Jill could smell herself as the girl leaned close...
hot water streaming down hair and face, until she pulled her fingers from
her mouth and pressed them against Jill's lips.  Without hesitation, Jill
opened and took them, sucking them clean and tasting herself.  The older
woman had spent many nights alone, doing this to herself, then cleaning her
own fingers and fantasizing about a lover like Krys.

   As Jill lived her own private fantasy in wonder, sucking her own juices
from Krys' fingers, her young lover whispered to her, "Let's dry off... 
and go back to your place"

   The promise in those big, almond eyes was more than Jill would have
refused even if she had been in a normal state of mind.  Coming down from a
mind-blowing orgasm, still completely aroused, naked in a shower with a
beautiful girl, and sucking her own cum from the girl's fingers...  she
could do nothing but accept.

   They toweled off quickly, and got dressed.  She Jill took her thong from
her bag, Krys reached quickly and snatched it away.  Smiling that smile,
she tossed it in the trash beside her.  Jill smiled back and pulled her
jeans over her bare pussy.  "What the hell" she thought, "this girl is
worth one pair of panties...  and I'd only be taking them off again in a
few minutes anyway!"

   Aloud she said "You're bad, girl...  going to be a terrible influence on
me!"

   "Love me anyway?" Krys asked playfully.

   "MMmmmmm you know I do!" Jill replied and hugged the girl against her
bare chest, kissing her deeply.

   As she reached for her bra, Krys took it from her bag.  "This too!" she
said and danced away across the room, pushing it into another trashcan.

   "Imp!" Jill cried, reaching for the bra and missing, Krys was amazingly
fast when she wanted to be.  Jill knew her reflexes were very fast, from
her training as an officer and her Aikido training as well...  "She must be
either a dancer or a gymnast to move like that!" she thought to herself...
and resigned herself to buying a new bra tomorrow as she slipped her
t-shirt over her head.

   In the few seconds Jill's head was covered, Krys watched her and nodded
as if she'd made up her mind.  Then smiled as Jill's head popped out, and
grabbed her bag.  Slipping up beside Jill she blew in her ear softly and
whispered "Can I ride with you...  please....?" and nibbled her earlobe,
sending goose bumps down Jill's neck and arm, making her shiver all over.

   "Of course!" she breathed.

   When Jill finished dressing, Krys pushed the door open, and Jill
followed her out.  The look on Stan's face said he knew exactly what had
happened...  but for once Jill didn't care.  The beautiful young thing in
front of her obviously didn't care...  and they were going home together...
so who cares if anyone else knows, why should Jill care?  She took Krys'
hand and they walked out together smiling as Stan locked the place up and
decided he would work there forever.

   It was almost a 45 minute drive to her apartment, and all the way home
Krys kept Jill in a constant state of arousal.  The first thing she did
when they were moving on the dark road was to unzip her pants.  Since she
wasn't wearing panties, it was easy for Krys to push her fingers down
inside her jeans and touch Jill's hard button with the tip of her finger.
And once her pants were open, it was easy to pull her shirt free and slip a
hand underneath and up to cup her bare breasts.  If it had been daylight,
Jill could never have made it home.  But in the darkened car, on dark
streets, no-one could see the exquisite torture that Krys put Jill through.

   Since she drove an automatic, Jill's feet were free most of the time. 
Almost involuntarily she kept her legs as wide apart as she could to let
Krys have as much access to her body as she needed.

   Krys reached down inside Jill's jeans, her small fingers slipping inside
the open zipper, through her close trimmed red bush, and down between her
lips to find her engorged clit.  Jill almost swerved into another car as
Krys began twirling it with her fingers, rubbing her fingers around it and
pushing Jill's swollen nub around in little circles.  Gasping, Jill managed
to pull the car back into her own lane as Krys lifted her t-shirt and took
Jill's hard nipple in her other hand.

   "Poor baby" Krys teased...  "So wet and you have to drive...  can't even
fight back, stuck in your seat"

   "This...  isn't nice...  you know" Jill gasped.

   "Want me to stop?" Krys asked, as she pinched the older woman's
sensitive nipple between her fingers.

   "Oohhhh...  no, don't stop" Jill said in a horse whisper.

   "Hmm...?  What's that?" Krys asked, rolling the swollen nipple gently.

   "Please don't stop!" Jill gasped again as she fought to keep the car
straight.

   Krys smiled and lifted Jill's shirt as high as she could, exposing both
breasts to her touch.  Moving from nipple to nipple, she pinched and pulled
them as Jill moaned in her seat, her pussy wetness soaking the material of
her blue jeans as Krys' other hand expertly worked her clit.

   When they came to a stoplight about halfway to Jill's house, Krys
quickly withdrew to her won seat.  "Get naked" she said as she pulled off
her top.

   "What?" Jill asked, shocked as she turned to see Krys now stripping off
her pants.

   "Quick!  Before the light changes or someone drives up!" Krys replied,
grabbing Jill's shirt and pulling it up.  She stiff-armed Jill's wrists,
breaking her grip on the wheel and peeled her shirt quickly over her head.
"Quick quick!  Jeans too!" she giggled.

   "You're crazy!" Jill laughed, but decided that tonight she'd be crazy
too...  one night with this girl wouldn't kill her, and a little craziness
sounded like a lot of fun.  She lifted her ass and pushed her jeans to the
floor, pulling her feet out of her shoes and socks.  She tugged her feet
free and wrapped the whole thing into a bundle she handed to Krys just as
the light changed.  Jill hit the gas as another car came up behind them,
and they shot out of the light of the intersection.

   Up ahead they were coming to a bridge, well lit and with other cars on
it.  Jill accelerated to cross it as quickly as possible.  Mercifully, she
thought to herself, Krys didn't touch her as they approached.  Just as they
reached the apex of the bridge, however, Krys powered her window down and
tossed the entire bundle of both their clothes out into the water below.

   "What the hell??" cried Jill as she watched her $100 pair of sneakers
tumbling away into the river.

   Krys giggled like a schoolgirl, and looked at her with those big brown
almond shaped eyes full of mirth and said, "Don't worry...  I'll make it up
to you, I promise!" And she leaned over and took Jill's bare, hard nipple
into her mouth and suckled on it, rolling her tongue around and around it
in her mouth.

   It was all Jill could do to keep the car containing the two naked women
on the road.  The speed they picked up on the bridge was exhilarating, and
Jill didn't slow down as they reached the other side.  In fact, as Krys'
fingers slipped between her legs again, she spread wide and sped through
the next red light, oblivious to any traffic that may have been there. 
Thankfully at this hour there was only one other driver to blare his horn
as they raced past...  Jill never even heard it as Krys' fingers found
their target and slipped inside her over-stimulated pussy, the wet lips
opening wide to take them eagerly.

   Jill lifted her right arm over Krys' head, then reached down her body
and slid her hand underneath, searching.  She felt Krys lift for her,
raising her hips up a little and her legs shifting...  and Jill's fingers
found the wetness she wanted.  Pressing her middle finger against it, she
slipped easily inside Krys' opening and pressed up against her clit,
rubbing awkwardly as she tried to drive with her left hand and keep herself
from cumming before they stopped.

   Krystal, however, did not let up at all.  She pressed two fingers deeper
inside Jill's wet tunnel, and bent them up again to find her spot and rub
it.

   "No..." Jill moaned....  "No...  god you're going to make me cum again!"

   The fingers in her aching pussy pressed up and found her g-spot, and
Jill almost came immediately!  The intensity of the feeling, with Krys
still working at her nipples ( which seemed to have become even more
sensitive, if that was possible ) almost pushed her over the edge, but the
danger of the speeding car still on the road with other drivers kept her
from releasing.  The combination was torture!  She couldn't stop the girl
without stopping the car...  and she couldn't stop the car in the middle of
a road that ( even at this hour ) was still busy!  So she drove on, her
body shaking in her seat, begging the girl to stop.

   "Please...  Krys!!  We're going to...  get killed!" she gasped, on the
edge of ecstasy and terror.  "I'll stop...  touching you...  I'll do
anything!  Just please...  stop...  fucking me!" Jill pulled her hand from
the girl's lap to show she was serious, her wet fingers draped across Krys'
waist as she shook in her seat.

   The girl responded by taking Jill's other nipple in her free and
twisting it hard as she pinched and pulled it.  Jill screamed in pleasure
and pain as she pushed down on the accelerator, the car rocketing along as
she neared her inevitable orgasm.  She knew she'd never be able to control
the car when it hit...  it was going to be another mind-blowing one after
holding it off for so long!

   Up ahead, a light in front of them turned red.

   Not knowing what else to do, Jill acted on impulse.  She slammed on her
breaks.  The car came to a skidding halt beside another car, an older woman
in a 4-door sedan.  Jill begged the girl tormenting her body to stop one
more time...

   "Please!!  Krys....  there's a...  woman...  GOD she can...  SEE me! 
Please!" But at the same time, Jill lifted her left leg high and put her
foot on the dashboard beside the steering wheel.  The woman beside her
looked across and saw herm legs spread obscenely wide, sweat soaked hair in
tatters down her face, the spike-haired blonde attached to her nipple,
fingers buried in her spread pussy pounding away as she gasped for air. 
Jill looked back, wide eyes, in terror and absolute ecstasy.

   "Krys..." she pleaded...  "Don't make me...  not now...  not with her...
watching...  Please don't make me cum!!"

   Krystal's only response was to push a third finger into Jill's now
spread pussy and press all three hard against her G-spot.  The girl rubbed
hard up and down on it, as she moved to her other nipple while the car was
stopped.  Pushing across her pinned Jill into her seat, although she
couldn't have moved now if she had wanted to.

   In shame, Jill realized she was going to cum for this woman, and cum
HARD!  She was terrified and embarrassed and ashamed that this woman should
see her like this...  but out loud she could only scream "YESSSSS" as Krys
pounded all three fingers against her G-spot and drove her to orgasm!  Her
body completely betrayed her as Krystal pushed her past her breaking point.
Jill closed her eyes, and bucked and jumped in her seat, her face twisted
in ecstasy, hands banging the dashboard, the horn, the windows...  anything
close to her.  She moaned and screamed again and again "YES, oh my GOD
Krystal!!  YES!" until she could barely breath.

   Finally the girl slowed down and let Jill's body calm...  Her fingers
slowed to a stop, and gently pulled out.  Her mouth lovingly released
Jill's tortured nipple, leaving it sensitive and engorged as Krystal's
saliva cooled on it.  Her face moved close to Jill, and the older woman
smelled honey as she opened her eyes...  As Jill opened her mouth to speak,
Krystal slipped all three fingers into it.  Still soaked from in her own
juices, Jill sucked them clean as she looked in Krystal's eyes.  She could
see neither malice nor ill intent...  just mischief and...  love?

   Her anger at the girl melted away...  and she licked her fingers clean
and kissed her gently.  "You've got to learn there's a time and a place,
dear" she whispered, as she held the younger girl.

   Then she remembered the woman...

   Jill turned and looked over her shoulder...  the car with the woman in
it was still there.  The woman was staring, wide eyed, at the two women
across from her.  Her face was a mixture of arousal and revulsion, and Jill
knew exactly what she must have been feeling.

   Krystal smiled sweetly and waved to her.

   The woman gunned her engine and immediately roared off into the night.

   Both women laughed joyfully, as they watched her car.  Jill realized she
didn't know her and in this state, naked and dripping with sweat in a dark
car, there was almost no way the woman would ever recognizer her.  And the
look on her face had been priceless when Krys had actually smiled and
waved!

   She pushed the girl into her seat and smiled at her.  "You're terrible!"
she said...  "You'll be the death of me!" Krystal just giggled.  As Jill
started to move out of the intersection, she realized that they were
actually sitting across the street from her apartment building.  She turned
the car and pulled into the underground lot and glided into a spot in the
back.

   Turning off the lights and engine, she turned to Krystal and asked "How
do you propose we get to my apartment now, imp?"

   Krys giggled and reached into the back seat.  "I didn't toss out your
gym bag..." Jill snatched it before the young blonde could change her mind
and pulled her sticky spandex back on.  Krystal wiggled into the top piece
of her suit, which looked like a one-piece bathing suit with short sleeves
and lots of cleavage...  except that it was designed to be worn over
shorts, and the tiny strip of material that went between her legs and up
her ass was barely enough to cover her wet swollen lips.  The tight spandex
left nothing to the imagination, and Krystal's labia obviously swelled
quite a bit when she was aroused, so the wet material pulled tightly
between and around them, showing the outline of her pussy clearly.  Her
creamy bubble-butt was left completely uncovered by the thong back.

   Krys jumped out of the car barefoot and headed for the nearest stairway.
Jill followed and directed the girl through the building.  Getting Krystal
to follow her was just too much to ask for.

   Thankfully for Jill, because of the hour very few people were awake in
her building.  They only met two on the way to the apartment, both men she
knew in passing only.  The stared openly at the women as they passed,
Krystal barely dressed and Jill covered in sweat and smelling distinctly of
sex.  Jill tried to hurry on, Krystal only giggled and danced around the
hallways happily.  At one point she turned and waved to one of the men they
had passed...  and Jill not knowing what else to do grabbed the back of her
thong and pulled the tiny girl along behind on her tiptoes.  When they
finally reached her apartment, Jill was sure half the building was awake
and had seen them pass through their peepholes, but she didn't care.  All
she wanted was to get in out of the hallway and get this giggling girl in
bed alone!