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Sam - Part 14

by Samantha K
(FF, MF, tort, exhib, size, viol)
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Sue buttoned up her blouse, but she let me continue to pet her
pussy while Neeka drove us to the mall.  By the time we got
there, she had had another two milder orgasms and she was smiling
so widely that we could see every tooth in her head.  She didn't
even put up much of a fight when I refused to give her panties
back to her, insisting instead that she go commando until she
could get something that would let her show off her muscular ass
without panty-lines.

"OK, you win.  It needs to cool off anyway.  It was so hot a
little while ago it should be steaming!" she said, running a
brush through her short auburn hair.  The three of us tried to
primp as well as we could before getting out of the car so it
wouldn't be terribly obvious what we had been up to.  

Sue didn't wear makeup, but her hair was a mess.  As usual, my
makeup needed no touch-up, but I wiped my juicy face clean with a
moist towelette from Neeka's glove compartment and I pretended to
add some blush from her compact for the sake of credibility and
so Sue wouldn't feel rushed.  Neeka combed out her red tresses so
they cascaded over her freckled shoulders.  We three were going
to be a beauty pageant on parade while we shopped.

"It sure was!" I agreed.  "But you needed it."

"I sure did.  I can't remember the last orgasm I had, but none
have been that good.  Now, I feel so wonderfully relaxed!  I must
have needed that really, really badly."

"I think you have a few more coming."

"Are you going to give them to me?"

"We'll see.  You had fun, didn't you?  What did you like the
best?"

"You pretending to arrest me.  I thought it was for real at
first.  You made me so scared.  Then you made me so wet I forgot
about being scared.  Then you made me have an orgasm and I forgot
everything.  Did we really do that in the parking lot at
school?"

"Yeah.  You had the car rocking real good.  People were looking
in and knocking on the windows and everything!"

"You tease!  Oh, Sam!  This is so much fun!  I haven't felt like
this in a long time.  Thank you!  Thank you too, Neeka."

"Always happy to make a new friend, Sue.  But I'll be glad when
Sam gets her driver's license.  Then I get a chance to ride in
back and have fun!"

"You have a badge, but not a driver's license?  You're a funny
kind of policeman.  That is a real badge, isn't it?"

"It sure is.  But it's just for emergencies.  Sue, I'm going to
tell you something that you have to promise me you will keep to
yourself, OK?"

"I promise."  She even made the cross-your-heart-hope-to-die
gesture that I hadn't seen since I was 9.  She was so terribly
cute that I wanted to hug her.  She was having a great time
escaping from her 'Coach' persona and reverting back to the
happier days of her life.  I still didn't know what happened to
her to make her need this, but she was obviously so happy now
that I thought we should indulge her as long as possible.

"OK, I'm not a 'real' cop.  I'm not running a sting for child
molesters, like you thought.  I'm not investigating anyone at
school.  I'm what you'd call a Special Agent and this is my
cover."

"You mean like a secret identity?"  

"Damn," I thought, to Neeka and to myself.  "She caught onto that
awful quick."

"She saw you vault the car," Neeka answered back, silently.  "She
saw the police car jump a couple of times, but she doesn't know
it was because you picked it up.  She didn't ask me a thing, she
just waited patiently for you to come back."

"Kind of," I agreed.  "But I'd have to be a Superhero to need one
of those!"  We all giggled at that.  At least two of us were
forcing it.  I wasn't too sure about the third.  "All I can tell
you without breaking my cover is that I am more than I appear to
be and I have special status with local law enforcement agencies.
 I'm afraid I really shouldn't be any more specific than that. 
For your own good, you see."

'Oh!  I get it," she said.  "You do undercover work!  Because no
one would suspect you in a million years, you can go places and
do things that the police can't."

"Exactly!"

"It must be very dangerous work."

"Sometimes.  But it can be very rewarding, too."

"I guess that explains some of the things I noticed about you in
my class.  You seemed to be holding back on many of the
exercises.  You're stronger than you look."

"Yes.  I am more than I appear to be.  But isn't everyone?"

"Perhaps.  It would be nice to think so, at least.  Don't worry.
I will keep your secrets, Sam."

Her use of the plural made me think that she had already been
doing just that.  If so, Sue was already a true friend.

Neeka helped us out of the cramped backseat and we walked up the
ramp to the mall entrance.  On the way Neeka made a suggestion.

"Sue, you need some heels.  Those running shoes don't do a thing
for your legs."

"Oh, I don't wear heels.  I don't have single pair in my
closet."

"You should," I said.  "You have a really killer pair of legs. 
You need to show them off more.  Heels will certainly help.  So
would a shorter skirt.  That one is almost past your knees."

"OK, but not too short.  I don't like them so short I can't sit
down in them."

"Well how about some shorts?  You'd look great in shorts."

"That might be OK.  Let's see what we can find."

My first stop was a pay phone near the food court where I called
home to let Bambi know where I was.  As I stood with my hand on
the phone, I thought about how I would never have been anywhere
near the mall without Yvette to chaperone me, if I had somehow
made it here by myself, I would never in a million years have
thought of calling her to let her know where I was.  It was
silly, but my hands were shaking so bad I could barely dial the
stupid phone.  I was so conditioned that for me to call home now
felt like an escaped prisoner calling the police to report her
whereabouts.

I jumped when she answered the phone almost immediately.  She
must have been sitting right next to it to have got to it that
fast.

"Reynolds residence."

"Hi, Mom.  It's me."  I had an impulse to explain who 'me' was.

"Hi, honey.  I'm glad you called.  I was beginning to wonder if
you had got sidetracked on the way home."  'Sidetracked' being
another word for 'kidnapped' in my case.

"I'm sorry if I worried you.  I'm fine.  Neeka and I are taking a
friend shopping for some clothes.  We'll be home before supper, I
promise."

"That's fine, honey.  You have a nice time.  Have Monique call if
you get...delayed."

"I sure will.  Oh, Mom?  I just found the credit card in my
wallet.  Thanks.  Thanks so much!"  I think some of my original
exuberance crept back into my voice.

"Well, you're certainly welcome.  Let me know if the line of
credit is too low.  I had them set it at $7500 to start."

For a moment, I was stunned.  I pulled my bag to me protectively.
 Mom was going to get the nicest present I could find.

"Oh, I think that will be fine.  I can't imagine what I could
possibly spend....  I promise I'll use it wisely."

"I know you will, honey.  I trust you."

Those three words were the most precious thing she could possibly
given me.  I knew I would never be able to repay Bambi for
everything she had done for me if I tried hard every day for the
rest of my life.  Tears welled up in my eyes and I sniffed.

"Are you OK?" she asked.  "You're not catching a spring cold are
you?"

"No, Mom.  Really, I'm fine.  I'm just really happy right now.  I
love you."

"I love you too, honey.  You have fun and let me know if you will
be late."

"I will.  Bye now."

"Bye."

Not 'get yourself home this instant'.  Not 'be home by 5pm or
else'.  Not even 'who is the friend you are with'.  Just 'have
fun and let me know'.  Freedom is truly a precious thing, and
trust is worth all the gold cards and lines of credit in the
world, I realized as I hung up the phone.

Since it was after school, the mall was full of kids just hanging
out.  As expected, we attracted some attention.  There were
several turned heads and the occasional whistle as we made our
way to Eva's Boutique, a store that specialized in girls'
underwear and lingerie.  There were more than a few dirty looks
from girls used to lesser competition and also a few admiring
looks from some others, too.  

One girl even smiled at me 'that way'.  I did my best to look
pleased and to smile back.  Her girlfriend saw our exchange and
pulled her aside as we passed.  I caught some of the
conversation.

"What's she got that I haven't got?"

"Be serious.  You've got the same thing.  She just has more of
it."

"Those are NOT real!"

If I'd heard that once, I'd heard it a hundred times at school
before I got Sandra Smith to authenticate them on behalf of
everyone.  It annoyed me, but it didn't make me mad.  People
choose to believe things that bolster their own egos.  If you
have to make that happen by putting down others, it says
something about you.  I thought it was interesting that I had
never once heard a boy make that comment.  I'm sure that boys
don't award points for degree-of-difficulty.  I think they just
appreciate how you look without wondering how you managed it, or
if you 'cheated'.

In Eva's we helped Sue pick out some underwear that she could
wear and not have panty lines mess up the view of her marvelous
behind.  It took some persuading, but Neeka and I finally
convinced her that it was a crying shame to have spent all that
time working on her body not to show it off properly.  She still
balked at the g-strings we wanted her to get, but she did go for
a couple of pairs of simple low-cut bikinis, some spandex thongs
in a variety of colors, and a pair of lacy boy-shorts that were
very sheer.  

I think the last ones were aimed at me.  I realized I was going
to have to see her in her sweats with her cap and whistle and
wonder if she had on that very sexy pair of transparent shorts
underneath it all.  I suggested as much to her, and the smile she
gave me said that if she hadn't been planning that before, she
certainly was now.

Our next stop was the big department store that anchored the mall
on the west end.  Sue and Neeka were both about 5' 8", but Sue's
tight rear put her more on the small end of the scale and she and
I looked through some shorts while the more hippy member of our
group looked at the other racks.  

While Sue pawed through a selection of shorts that would be a
little loose on me, I looked wistfully at some very nice blouses
that just didn't seem to come in my size.  The salesgirl who
tried to help took one look at me and shook her head sadly while
her eyes remained fixed on my chest.  She consulted with an older
clerk who made sure that no other customers or store personnel
were in earshot before she suggested another establishment I
might try.

"Now I'm not sure of the name, but it's just a couple of blocks
away.  It's expensive, but I've heard nothing but good things
from the, ah, fuller-figured women who shop there."

"You mean Mr. Morton's shop?  As a matter of fact, I have quite a
few things from there.  You're right.  He's excellent.  Some of
your things look just as nice, though and I was hoping you might
have some of them in my size."

The news that I was a good customer of Morton's and that I found
this store's merchandise to be of comparable quality meant that
we were treated like royalty the entire time we were there.  The
senior clerk never left us for a second and even checked us out
personally once Sue and Neeka had made their selections.

Once we were back in the mall, Sue said, "Well, I've never had
such good service before!  How did you do that?"

"I told them who made most of my clothes.  That convinced them
that I was a customer they wanted to please, even if they
couldn't fit me.  They think I might give them some good word of
mouth."

"I think I want to go shopping with you all the time.  They
wouldn't have been impressed hear that most of my clothes came
from SportsTown.  Where do we go next?"

"Shoes.  You pick me out some good running shoes and I'll pick
you out some heels."

Sue knew more about running shoes than I ever knew there was to
know.  She specified the exact brand and style I needed and
explained how to put them on, how tightly to tie them, and how to
take care of them after I had run in them.  The first pair I
tried on felt like they were weightless and that they had been
custom-made for me.

We had a bit more of a problem with her heels.  She had almost as
much trouble in anything that did not have a rubber sole as I had
in the tall mules I had tried to wear.  Eventually she accepted a
pair with an ankle-strap that would keep them on her feet even if
she were to try to walk out of them.

When we had Sue a complete outfit, we went back to the department
store, where they graciously allowed us to use their fitting room
to do the conversion.  As it turned out, the clerk was able to
sell us a few accessories to go along with what we had already. 
She even booked Sue for a make-over in the cosmetics department
immediately afterwards.

The clothes made a huge difference.  The short-shorts fit
perfectly and their khaki color made them seem to disappear
against her tan.  The white, almost-sheer blouse showed off her
boobs very well without exposing too much skin and the heels made
the muscles in her legs bunch and her butt roll in a way that
would mess with the head of any male she passed.

The cosmetics took five years off her age and accented her soft
brown eyes to give her beauty another focal point.  The cosmetics
clerk made a nice commission on the things Sue bought after a
group of college guys walking past stopped to admire the result
and tried to get her to come to a frat party.  The fact that they
made the same proposal to all three of us didn't matter in the
slightest to her.  It was the first time in years that she had
been approached like that and she loved it.  She even took note
of the time and place for the party and told them that she'd
check her schedule.

After the college guys had left, I asked her, "You're not
seriously thinking of going, are you?  Do you know what those
parties are like for the girls who go without dates?"

"No, what?"

"They will make you drunk, get you naked and before you know it,
you'll be having sex with all of them, right there in the living
room."

Sue turned several shades of red while she thought about that. 
She seemed to find the idea very interesting and quite
stimulating.  I didn't do any more to try to talk her out of it.
If she wanted to be a party-girl, that was her choice.  I was on
the side of the frat boys, anyway.  I wanted to get her naked and
hot in my living room, too.

"Do you have anything to wear to the party if you decide to go?"

"No.  I don't have anything other than the dark-brown dress I
wore to the faculty mixer they had at the start of the school
year. It has half-sleeves and comes down to mid-calf."

"That may not be suitable for this party," I told her.  "You need
something a lot sexier if you will be doing some serious
partying."

"Let's try the Gilded Lily," Neeka suggested.  "They have party
dresses."

The Gilded Lily was way off the beaten track, up a side passage
that looked like it led to the loading docks.  It was next to a
shop that sold electronic games and the area looked like a
hangout for boys a few years younger than Neeka and me.  We
paraded into the shop without paying them much attention, but
that didn't stop them from paying attention to us.  We heard
several of them comment on us as we passed by.

"Holy gazongas!  Bill!  Lookit them titties!"

"I think I'm in love!"

"Check out that ass!"

"And those legs!  Man, that's some fine stuff."

"Aw chill, dude.  They're too old for you.  They're 16 or 17,
easy."

Once in the relative privacy of the store, Sue touched my arm and
whispered, "Were they talking about me?"

"Well, the 'titties' fan must have meant me, but I think the
'ass' and 'legs' comments were all about you.  The age crack was
for all of us, dammit."

"Should I be flattered or insulted?"

"I'm not happy about the age thing, myself.  Usually, I get taken
for younger a lot because I'm so short.  This time I seem to be
too old.  How does it make you feel to hear boys with more
hormones than blood in their veins say things like that about
you?"

"It makes me want to go back out there and strut up and down. 
Maybe they'll say some more nice things.  This is all so new to
me."

"New?  Why?"

"Well, when I was their age, I was...overweight.  No...I was fat!
 I was ugly, too   acne aggravated by a diet of chocolate.  No
one would have anything to do with me.  The only comments I heard
back then were hurtful and mean."

"When did you lose the weight?"

"Not until I got out of high school.  I spent the summer in a
fat-farm and dropped a lot of it.  When I came down here to go to
college, I kept on working out.  I spent so much time in the gym
and the on the track that I just fell into a PhysEd major without
even thinking about it.  After I graduated, the department head
got me the job at the high school and I've been there for the
last couple of years."

"What about dating?"

"Before college, I was never asked out.  Not even by other ugly
boys.  In college, I spent all my time working out to keep from
getting fat again and I just never met anyone.  I think I may be
a lesbian."

"Why?  Because you like me?"

"Unhunh."  She blushed, but under her tan, it wasn't obvious.

"Sue, you're not a lesbian.  I know two real lesbians, and you're
not like either of them.  I like boys quite a bit.  Neeka here is
very involved with my brother, and...well, remember when I told
you about how good a big cock would feel?"

"Oooo, yes!"

"See?  You're as normal as we are."

Neeka turned her face away and suddenly became very interested in
a rack of dresses behind her.  I could hear her laughing like a
hyena inside my head at the idea that we were 'normal'.

Now I had my explanation of why Sue Simpson was still a virgin
and why she needed to relive her teen years.  She was just making
up for things she missed.  I was relieved that it wasn't anything
worse than that.  I'd had enough exposure to abnormal psychology
for the week, and it was only Monday.

I felt much better once I knew that all she needed was to have
some understanding friends and the opportunity to have fun. 
There are worse things than a self-image that's a dozen years
behind your physical age.  

Actually, Sue's physical age was pretty irrelevant, and not just
to me.  She had made her body into such a masterpiece of muscular
curves and taut sinews that she could have been any age from 16
to 36, or even older.  She was a timeless work of art.  Now it
was time to take off the drape and let the world see the
sculpture.

We pulled several dresses off the rack and sent her into the
changing room to try them on.  She came out and modeled each one
in turn.  Neeka and I tried to give her our opinion of how they
looked, but it quickly became clear that she was going more by
the reactions of her admirers peering in through the storefront
windows.  After the first couple of dresses she even walked
halfway to the door to give them a better view.  She looked just
like a model going down a runway at a fashion show.  She would
walk out, pose, walk to the middle of the store, pose, turn, and
walk back.

Every time she did it, everyone in the store would stop and
watch.  After a couple of times, people just stood and waited for
the next showing.  I thought the store manager would ask her to
stop, but as more girls started to trickle into the store and
flip open their cells phones to tell their friends about the
event, he just ran around moving racks out of the way to provide
a better view from the mall.

By the time Sue had tried on the last dress, the store was packed
and girls were lined up five deep at the cash register buying
dresses that they hoped would look half as good on them as it had
on Sue.  We had a hard time returning the things she had tried on
and rejected to the racks, they were being snatched out of our
hands almost as soon as Sue handed them out of the changing
room.

When the manager saw Sue approach the end of the line with her
selections - a white knit dress with a weave that was just a
fishnet in certain areas, and a form-fitting shiny black dress
with a halter front and no back down to the curve of her butt  
he stepped out from behind the register to meet her.

"Please," he said, ripping the price tags off of both dresses,
"take them with my compliments.  No charge."

"Well, thank you very much," Sue said.  "But really, I can't
accept...."

"Don't be silly," he said, "you have brought in more business in
an hour than I had all last week.  Tell you what.  If you come
back Saturday afternoon at two and model for an hour, you can
have two more dresses at no charge.  You have the kind of body
that makes anything you wear look like a million dollars."

"All right.  Sure!  I'd love to.  Two o'clock Saturday then."  

We pushed through the crowd to get out of the store.  When we
came out into the mall, we were greeted to a round of applause
and whistling by the group of boys.  This time the comments were
less crude, but just as flattering.

"I swear, I saw her on TV in a commercial for perfume."

"No, she was Miss February.  I can show you the magazine later."

"Those legs just kill me!  And that ass!"

"My dick is gonna explode!"

Well, most of them were less crude, but they were all flattering.
 Sue smiled at everyone and strutted slowly away from the store
so she could listen to the comments as long as possible.  When we
were out of sight and earshot, I asked her about the experience.

"So, are you thinking about changing careers?"

"What?"

"You just made $180 in your first half-hour as a model.  I
thought you might be thinking about switching to a career where
you could work five hours a day and make in one month what you
earn now in a year.  Just a thought."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope.  Do the math."

"Hmmmm.  That can't be right.  Can it?"

"Even better, use modeling as a way to promote your own line of
exercise videos.  The store appearances tie in with the video
sales naturally and everyone benefits.  If you work this right,
you could retire at 30."

"You don't think small, do you?"

"Product endorsements, your own clothing line, TV appearances  
think about it.  Eventually you could just be famous for being
famous."

"What?  How does that work?"

"Damn if I know.  Ask George Hamilton."

"Hunh?"

"You know who George Hamilton is?"

"Sure.  He's an actor."

"What's the last movie he starred in?"

"Uh, I don't...oh, that funny Zorro movie!"

"That was made 25 years ago.  What's he been doing since?"

"Well, I don't know, but I see him all the time in stuff   TV,
commercials, movies, lots of stuff."

"Did he star in any of them?  Co-star?"

"Well, no.  Just cameos."

"See?  His acting career died in the 80's, but he was so famous
and so recognizable that he just kept getting work simply because
of that.  The whole thing fed on itself and now everyone knows
who he is, but most of them haven't a clue why he's famous,
except for having a great tan.  Someone should do a study of the
phenomenon.  The psychological basis behind fame for fame's
sake."

"Sam?"

"What?"

"You're weirding me out here."

"Sorry.  I run off at the mouth a lot."

"Are you sure you're only 18?"

"That's what it says on my library card.  Seriously, don't mind
me.  I think of a lot of things and once I get going I just can't
stop.  Let's go in here, I want to look for a silver chain to go
with my bells."

The jewelry store had plenty of silver chain, but I had a hard
time finding one like I wanted.  I tried to explain to the clerk
that I wanted one a foot long with hooks on both ends, but all
she could find were necklaces that had a hook on one end and a
clasp on the other. Eventually she led me to a back room to talk
to the jeweler himself.  He introduced himself as Everett Markson
and got right to business.

"Well, young lady, what can I do for you?  Something for a
special occasion, maybe?"

He was a small, elderly gentleman.  He had tiny hands and wore a
visor with very powerful magnifying lenses built into it.

"I want a silver chain, about a foot long.  It needs to have
hooks on both ends to connect to 8 gauge rings.  The hooks should
have spring closures."

"That's not a problem.  I can do that very easily.  Pardon my
curiosity, but how do you plan to wear this piece?"

"Well, I have these rings, you see..."  I pulled my top up under
my chin and leaned forward over his desk so he could get a good
look at my rings and the bell pendants, which rang clearly in the
small office.  He was startled at my boldness and he blinked a
couple of times and then recovered his professional demeanor.  He
flipped down his visor and examined my jewelry with interest.

"Hmmmmm.  Very nice work.  The welds could be better, but overall
it's very nice work.  May I ask who did this for you?  Was it
Morrie Kaufmann, downtown?"

"Actually, he's not in the business.  It's a hobby for him.  He
did these as a present and I thought they would look nice with a
chain connecting them."

"They certainly would.  And if I may say so, you have the perfect
presentation for a piece like this."

That was about the most genteel way I had ever heard anyone say,
"Nice tits".  I smiled happily and thanked him for the
compliment.  He showed me a selection of chains with a style
compatible with that of the pendants and then he made a
suggestion.

"Have you considered something like a charm bracelet?  You will
have a good length to work with and you could add charms as you
liked.  I'm sure the weight would not be a problem for you." 

I thought that was a wonderful idea.  While I was picking out a
chain he had another good suggestion.

"Those bell pendants are lovely, but wouldn't it be more
convenient for you if you could take them off the rings?  I could
put the same type of catches on them if you like?"

So I let him clip the small silver rings holding the bell-chains
to the larger nipple rings and after we agreed on a chain, I went
back to the front of the store to pick out a few charms while he
soldered the hooks.

While I looked over the selection of charms, I wondered if Bambi
would like something from Markson's Jewelers.

"Excellent idea," Neeka said, startling Sue, since I hadn't
spoken the thought aloud.

"What is?" Sue asked.

"Buying Mom a bracelet," I said.

"How about a locket?" Neeka asked.  "You could put your picture
inside."

"You think she'd like that?"

"Trust me.  She will love it."

"What do you think, Sue?"

"I think it's sweet.  I think you should do it."

We picked out a brushed-gold locket and had it engraved, "For
Mom, Love Sam", which was about all that would fit on the back. 
I wondered what girls named Evangelista or Independence bought
for their mothers.  Larger jewelry, apparently.

We ran down to the arcade next to the food court while Mr.
Markson was doing the engraving and used the photo booth to make
some photos of me.  I wasn't sure this was a great idea, but
Neeka assured me that I could always give her a better picture
later.  This would be just for the presentation and that giving
her an empty locket would not have the same emotional impact as
one with my face in it.

I managed not to mug for the camera, so at least one picture was
acceptable to all three of us.  We carefully trimmed it to fit
and put it in the locket before it was gift-wrapped.  I had to
admit, it was a great idea for a present.  The locket was
beautiful and didn't cost nearly as much as I was afraid it
might.

Once we had the chain, the charms, and the gift-wrapped locket
all sorted out, the clerk asked the question I had been
expecting.

"And how would you like to pay for these, Miss?"

I proudly opened my wallet and took out my gold credit card and
handed it to her.  I was actually making my first purchase with
my very own credit card.  It was totally exciting.

"Very good.  Now I will just need to see your driver's license
for identification."

My joy evaporated in an instant.  I wouldn't have a driver's
license for another year at least.  I hadn't considered that one
would be necessary for me to use the card.  The clerk must have
seen the distress building on my face.

"Of course, we can accept any generally accepted form of photo
ID.  Military IDs, passports, that sort of thing," she said,
helpfully.

I was very disappointed.  I looked at Neeka for a suggestion as
to how I could deal with this.  She started giggling, which I
thought was tactless of her.

"You goof," Neeka said, out loud for everyone to hear, "show her
your ID.  The government-issued ID you keep in your other
wallet."

Ah!  Light dawned.  I could complete the purchase after all, at
the risk of another kind of embarrassment.  I had no choice,
however.  I took out my lumpy wallet and handed it over.  The
clerk opened it up and looked at the recent photo and the name
and address and then she looked at the shiny bronze badge
opposite the plastic card.  Then she looked at me and the photo
and the badge again.  I smiled as charmingly as I could while I
waited for the inevitable question.

"Um, is this real?"  She dropped her businesslike tone in favor
of one more appropriate to a surprised college freshman.

"Yes, very real.  If you need to check, you can call the
Sheriff's office and ask for personnel, or you can ask for Lt.
Grogan, the SWAT commander, or I can give you the direct number
of a Police Detective, or I can even give you Sheriff Foster's
private number and you can ask him directly."

"Nooooo, I don't think that will be necessary, ah, Miss, er,
Officer, um, Deputy."

"Sam.  Just call me Sam.  Do you actually get many people trying
to pass bogus law enforcement credentials in this store?"

"No, it's just that you look...well, you don't look like a
Deputy."

"Too blonde?"

"No, of course..."

"Too short?"

"No..."

"What, then?"

"Too pretty?"

"Thank you.  That's the first good answer I've had to that
question.  It's BS, but I'll give you credit for having the guts
to use it."

"OK, OK, you got me cornered.  If you want to know the truth,
those are the biggest boobs I've ever seen on any girl outside of
an adult video."

 "So, all girls with more than a DD-cup should be acting in porn
flicks?  You were doing so well, there.  Now you've messed up
again."

"NO!  But there have to be easier jobs.  I'd think you would want
to do something that made the best use of your...assets."  She
chose her words carefully so I wouldn't be able to complain
again.

"Good!  That's exactly what I'm doing.  And I don't necessarily
agree that someone should automatically look for the easiest job.
 Many times it's the hard jobs that are the most rewarding.  Have
you ever tried something that you knew was hard, just to see if
you could handle it?"

"A bunch of us went camping in the mountains over spring break,
instead of going to the beach.  I wasn't crazy about the idea,
but I went anyway."

"And you hated it?"

"Yes, at first.  It was rough.  We had to carry everything up
this long trail on our backs.  We had to put up tents, build
fires, haul water..."

"Shit in the woods, like bears?"

"That too.  It was barbaric."

"How did you feel when you got back?"

"Worn out.  Sore.  Dirty.  But I felt better about myself   more
confident in what I could do.  Is that what you mean?"

"Exactly.  Now what if there was an important job that you knew
you could do, but that few others could handle.   Would you try
to find something easier that you could do instead?"

She thought about it.  If I hadn't gotten her to do anything
else, it was enough to get her to think about it.  After she
mulled it over for a while, she said, "No, I guess not."

"That's how I feel, too.  It's all about the girl in the mirror.
Ask her," I said.  Then I noticed the nametag pinned to her
blouse.  I smiled and added, "Ask Alice.  But don't fall through
the mirror!"

Alice handed me the receipt and I signed it carefully.  She gave
me back a copy, my badge, my gold card, and the bag with my chain
and Mom's locket in it.

From the puzzled look on Alice's face, she hadn't been paying
attention in English Lit when the works of Charles L. Dodgson
were being discussed.  I was beginning to wonder if I was the
only girl in town who believed in the value of an education.

Sue saw my frown and said, "Don't feel bad, Sam.  I got it.  I
didn't spend all my time at school under a stack of weights.  And
I substitute in some Senior-level classes on occasion.  I do have
a teaching certificate, even if I usually just teach PhysEd."

"Thanks!  I was beginning to wonder if I was the one who had
fallen down the rabbit hole into a world of the uneducated."  I
had stopped thinking of Sue as a teacher or even as someone other
than my girlfriend.  She slipped into the 13-going-on role so
thoroughly it was hard to remember that she had already graduated
college.

"It seems that way sometimes.  We live in a society that seems to
cater to the lowest common denominator.  There are very few
cultural rewards for being smart or even adequately educated. 
Say, speaking of classes, I just remembered, how are you coming
with the martial arts class?"

"Next one is Wednesday, but we've been practicing."

"We?"

"Neeka is my sparring partner.  We're taking the class
together."

"Isn't that something of a mismatch?"

"Well, I try not to cream her if I can help it."

"No.  I mean, she has a few inches of height and reach over you
and she probably outweighs you by a few pounds as well."

"Gee, thanks!" Neeka said in an insulted tone.  "You think I'm
fat?"

"Nooo.  I just mean you have so much advantage over Sam.  How
could sparring between you two be an even match?"

Neeka and I looked at each other with a steely gaze.  It would
look to Sue like we were getting ready to fight, but really we
were doing everything we could to keep from laughing out loud at
the suggestion that Neeka had a physical advantage over me.  One
smirk would be all it took.

When I had suppressed the urge to giggle, I led the way to a
side-corridor where there were no shoppers because the storefront
was boarded up and painted with a big mural that said, "Sandal
Circus - Coming Soon!" in big theatrical letters.  We handed Sue
the bags, kicked off our shoes, and walked to the middle of the
open space, stopping about ten feet apart and bowing as we had
been taught.

"What speed?" she asked me silently as she pulled her hair back
and tied it in a pony-tail.

"Full out," I said, "But just for a couple of minutes.  I don't
want to get sweaty."

"OK. Go!"

I deliberately telegraphed my first move, a leaping kick to her
head.  But she was already way ahead of me and sidestepped
sharply to let my foot fly over her shoulder.  She stepped to my
back and tried for a kidney punch, which I blocked with my right
hand.  I used the force of her blow to spin and landed facing
her.

She was in my face immediately, aiming an open-hand strike at my
nose.  I ducked under her blow and stepped to my left, pivoting
and throwing a kick at her right shin.  She jumped and I
cartwheeled left coming up facing her again and throwing a long
forward punch to keep her from advancing on me.

She easily deflected the punch and countered with a kick to my
outstretched chin.  I wasn't balanced enough to dodge left or
right, so I jumped up and over her, somersaulting over her head
and reaching down to tap her forehead as I went past.  I felt
great about that, because it was one of the few times I managed
to get in a touch.

When I landed, she advanced again and we went into a fast flurry
of jabs and parries, during which neither of us managed to gain
an advantage.  I was faster, but I had to watch my control so I
didn't break her arm if I hit too hard.  She could strike without
worrying about how hard she hit me if she made contact, and she
could block almost before I thought of moving.

We went on for longer than the planned two minutes, because I
thought I might be getting closer to moving on reflex alone,
which would mean I could nullify Neeka's mindreading advantage. 
After an extra minute, I had to give it up, because thinking
about it just led to more thinking about it, not less.

As soon as we stepped away from each other, a female security
guard stepped in between us and said, "All right, that's enough
of that!  We won't have any fighting in this mall!"  

I wondered how long she had been waiting for a safe moment to
intervene before she dared get close to us.  I felt Neeka smile
in my head.  There had been exactly two blows that actually
landed during the whole fight and both amounted to just a tap to
signify a score.  We hadn't been sparring together for very long,
but we were so well meshed that we looked much better than we
actually were, especially with the flashy moves that I felt I had
to throw in.

I looked past the big-boned security guard at a small group of
onlookers who had gathered to watch the show while Neeka and I
were jumping around like grasshoppers on a hot stove.  Now they
were waiting to see if we were going to get in trouble.

Of course there was no way we could pass up an opportunity like
that.  We had both an audience and a ready patsy for whatever we
decided to do.  We both put on a mean face and leaned past the
guard's outstretched arms and growled at each other like a couple
of dogs arguing over territory.

The guard said, "Stop that!  You two behave before I take you
down to the office and call your parents."

We eased off the aggressive display, but we both kept scowling
and eyeing each other while we waited to see what the guard would
do next.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sue leaning on
the boarded-up strorefront, about to laugh herself silly at our
act.

The guard was glad that we seemed to be obeying her orders and
she decided to try asserting her authority some more.

"Now you know better than to be fighting like that.  We'll have
no more of this.  You two kiss and make up."

Orders were orders, so we did what she said to do.  We eased past
the guard and put our arms around each other.  We slowly let our
faces come together and our lips touch.  We kissed tentatively
and tenderly.  We pulled each other tighter and deepened the kiss
some more.  Then we opened our mouths all the way and tried to
swallow each other's tongues while mauling each other with our
hands.  If we got any more passionate, clothes would have come
off.

At some point during the kiss, the guard figured out that she'd
been had.  She muttered, "Oh, hell" and walked off before we
found a way to embarrass her some more.

For some reason, the sight of two girls locked in a passionate
embrace was just as interesting as two girls fighting, because
none of our audience was leaving.  If anything, they edged closer
to get a better look, now that there didn't appear to be any
danger from flying feet or fists.  Most of them were our
hormonally-saturated 12 to 14 year-old admirers from the game
store hangout.  The rest were older teens and a few curious
housewives out shopping before they had to go home and start
supper for their families.

The boys were remarkably quiet.  I expected some more rude
comments, but they all seemed completely focused on what we were
doing.  I could see that just about every one of them had their
baggy shorts tented out by a hard cock.

The older teens seemed to be studying our technique and the
housewives looked shocked but just as fascinated as the boys. 
Neither of us wanted to disappoint an audience, so Neeka and I
just kept on kissing and caressing each other, our mock passion
becoming more real by the second.  I moaned loudly enough to be
heard and I reached up and put my arms around Neeka's neck. 
After a bit, she slid a hand slowly up under my top and over my
left breast, where she toyed with my ring and nipple, making me
moan again and kiss her even harder.

You could have literally heard a pin drop.  The only sound was
our rapid breathing and our moans of sexual hunger as we kissed
and fondled each other.  I know a lot of our audience was
breathing right along with us and more than a few hands were
starting to stray closer to those boners.  The housewives seemed
to be standing with their thighs pressed so tightly together that
I thought they might unbalance and fall over.

I thought it couldn't be much longer before someone lost it, so I
tried to move things along with a few short, high-pitched
squeaks, as though I were getting close to a climax.  Neeka
helped by boldly putting her other hand under my top and
squeezing my other breast hard.  I made a sharp noise in the back
of my throat and let myself shudder strongly in response.  Very
little of it was acting.  It had been more than a couple of hours
since my last orgasm and despite Steve's considerable donation to
the cause, I was pretty-well turned on by now and it wouldn't
have taken much more to really make me cum.

Just when I thought I was going to have to do it for real, I
heard a gasp from one of the housewives, followed by a groan from
one of the older boys.  The woman was obviously flushed and the
wet stain in the boy's crotch left no doubt that he had cum from
watching us, too.

Neeka and I immediately, if reluctantly, broke our embrace.  She
went to the woman and I went to the boy.  The rest of the crowd
rushed off to wherever they thought they could go to relieve
themselves less publicly or to calm down before going about their
business.

Neeka took the woman over to a bench and sat her down while she
finished cumming.  She gripped Neeka's hand tightly, grateful to
have some understanding support while she was momentarily
distracted.

The boy looked younger than the rest of the group he had been
hanging with.  He probably had less sexual experience and
obviously less self-control than the rest.  The wet spot was
impressively large and there was a long trail of cum running down
his leg.  I waved to Sue and she came over with our shopping bags
and stuff.  We told him we were going to take him to get cleaned
up, and then we walked him down to the restrooms behind the food
court while hiding the front of his pants with our shopping
bags.

We marched him right into the Unisex restroom in between the
Men's and Women's.  It had only one stall, but a lot of room to
move around, since it was intended to use by families and
handicapped people who needed assistance.  Sue locked the door
while I pulled off the boy's pants and briefs and tossed them
into the sink to rinse them out.  He seemed confused but very
grateful for the assistance. 

He didn't even try to cover himself, but just waited patiently
while I wet some paper towels and started cleaning off his cock
and balls for him.

"I'm Sam and this is Sue.  What's your name?" I asked.

"George.  George Whitley," he said.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I'm 18.  Really, I'm just short for my age," he protested, even
though I had said nothing about him looking younger.  He did look
about 16 or so to me, but I would never say anything.  I was
always getting comments about how old or young I looked and I was
becoming sensitive about it, so there was no way I would do it to
someone else.

"You're not short, George.  You're just the right height."  

I suddenly felt very close to George.  It was a very nice change
not to have to look up at someone.  And he seemed a sweet boy.  I
wondered if I had missed something by going straight to big guys
and guys with big cocks.  His innocence was very attractive  
even sexy.

"That's one impressive load, George.  You must have enjoyed the
show quite a bit to have made such a big mess."

"Yah!"  He grinned.  "I never saw anything like that before! 
That was way cool.  I thought I was gonna explode," he laughed. 
"Then I did."

Sue rinsed the jizm from his clothes and wrung them out and held
them under the hand-dryer.  Over the roar of the dryer, I asked
George, "Do you jerk off, George?"

"Sometimes," George allowed.  He wasn't sure if there was a right
or wrong answer to that question.  He seemed very inexperienced,
sexually.  I decided that today was George Whitley's lucky day. 
He was in the right place at the right time and his fairy
godmother had just arrived to help him out.

"George, I'm holding your cock and your cum is all over my hands.
 I think you can relax and be honest with me, OK?"

He let out a big breath and said, "OK.  Look, I really appreciate
this.  This would have been bad if you hadn't helped me."

"Your friends would have made fun of you?"

"Oh, yeah!  They'd have laughed like hyenas.  I'd never live this
down in a million years!"

"George, I'm not laughing.  I'm very pleased that you thought we
were so hot that you couldn't stop cumming right then and there.
It's like, the ultimate compliment, you know?"

"Yeah?  Cool!  So, uh, can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

"Were you really, uh, you know, doing it?  Or was it just a
put-on?"

"Which?  The fighting or the making out?"

"Both!"

"Well, the fight wasn't real, but the fighting was.  Do you know
what I mean?  We were just sparring, like boxers in practice. 
The kissing was pretty real, though.  We were putting on at first
  just to tease the rent-a-cop   but then we kinda got involved.
Have you ever kissed a girl, George?"

"Sure.  Lots of times."  His defensive tone made it a very poor
lie.

I couldn't help myself.  He was so grateful and so trusting and
he had been looking me right in the eyes and hadn't even tried to
sneak a peek down my top.  I stroked his damp cock with my bare
hand and I kissed him full on the lips.  If he had opened his
mouth he would have got some tongue, too.  I backed off after a
few seconds and looked into his eyes.

"How was it?" I asked him.  "About what you expected?"

At first he was too shocked to speak.  His mouth fell open and
his eyes got big and I felt his cock stiffening in my hand.  It
was amazing how quickly it grew.  By the time it was rock hard
and standing straight up, he managed to find his tongue.

"Wow!  That was nice!  I didn't know it would be like that."

"Well, I can tell you enjoyed it.  This cock is so hard it could
be a deadly weapon, George.  I think you need to jerk off more
often to keep this monster satisfied.  Otherwise you could be a
menace to any girl who sees this and throws herself at your feet,
begging for you to give it to her."

George's cock was throbbing and twitching in my hand.  The head
was a livid purple color and the veins were popping out all over
it.  It was a good eight inches long and thick enough to fill my
hand.  I held the wad of wet paper towels in front of his cock
with one hand and kept stroking with the other.

"Looks like someone is going to cum again," I said.  "You go
right ahead, George.  Relax and let it go."

George got into the spirit of the thing, then.  He watched my
hand going back and forth on his hard cock for a bit, then he
looked at my face.  Finally, he got bold enough to look at my
breasts and he licked his lips while he stared.

"Go ahead George," I told him.  "It's the least I can do for a
fan."

He hesitated just for a second, then he lifted my top and stared
with the most beautiful smile on his face.  He bravely put a hand
on each breast and explored me as expertly as anyone has ever
done.

"That feels really good, George," I told him.  "You have nice
hands."

He smiled at me and played with my rings and stroked my nipples,
which made them swell under his fingers.  His cock started to
leak precum onto my hand and I used it for lubrication so I could
pull harder without hurting him.  He started pushing forward with
his hips in a reflex fucking motion.

The smell of his cum and the feel of the hard cock in my hand and
the look of newly discovered lust in his eyes was getting me
seriously hot.  I had planned on giving George an experience to
remember, but it was starting to look like I was getting more
involved than I had planned.  I looked over at Sue for some
guidance, but she was leaning against the wall next to the dryer
with one hand holding his shorts and the other inside her
panties, rubbing her clit.  No help there, I thought.  She was
worse off than I was.

"George, I'm afraid you have got both of us so horny that we're
past the point of no return," I said, nodding toward Sue, who was
lost in her own world of erotic fantasy.

George looked at Sue and then smiled at me.  This was going to
figure big in his fantasies for some time to come.  I felt his
cock get even bigger in my hand and it twitched so hard it almost
got away from me.

"All right, sport.  Here it is.  I have got to have some of your
cum and I have got to have it right now.  I'm going to suck this
hard cock for you, but you've got to promise me that you will
never tell a soul."

"OK.  I promise."  The urgency in his voice was unmistakable.  He
was twisting his hips to make his cock squirm in my hand.  It was
about all I could do not to bend over and tell him to stuff that
stiff cock into my pussy.  For some reason I thought I should get
to know a boy for longer than ten minutes before I fucked him, or
maybe I was just rationalizing my selfishness in trying to keep
George sweet and innocent as long as possible.

I got down into a squat and pushed my left hand under my skirt
and pulled my g-string to one side of my swollen pussy lips.  I
took hold of the base of George's cock with my right hand and
then I shoved it into my mouth and my fingers into my pussy at
the same time.

Neither of us lasted very long.  On the scale of nasty things
that I had done, sucking off a boy I had just met in the restroom
of the mall while being watched by my Gym teacher who was
masturbating furiously at the sight was pretty high up.  George
wouldn't be the only one to come away from this with a big load
of fantasy material.

I think I actually came first and my moans set George off.  His
cum jetted against the roof of my mouth and I sucked it down
while bobbing my head up and down on his cock.  I kept going as
long as his cock kept pulsing.  When it started to go soft, I ran
my thumb along the underside of his shaft to milk the last drops
onto my tongue, then I pulled it out of my mouth with a pop.  I
backed against the sink and rubbed my clit with one hand and
squeezed my breast with the other.  It wasn't the most powerful
orgasm, but it was still wonderful and felt like it was going to
go on for a while.

"Ever see a girl climax, George?  Take a good look, because
you're seeing two orgasms happening right in front of you."

Sue was leaning against the wall with her legs wide apart,
shaking from the force of her climax and trying not to slide to
the floor.  The dryer cycle had run out long ago and George's
half-dried shorts hung forgotten from one hand.  

George was pale and his legs were unsteady from having all that
blood diverted to his cock.  Still, he looked at both of us like
he knew this was the opportunity of a lifetime and he'd better
not miss a second of it.  He leaned forward to get a closer look
at my pussy and I held my skirt up out of the way for him.  He
leaned so close I could feel his breath on my clit for a second
before he licked it and sent me into orbit.

It was totally unexpected and his timing was perfect.  My earlier
description of a brain flying around the room, trailing sparks
seemed very accurate.  I also felt like all the nerves in my body
had been electrified and my clit was on fire.  He licked it again
and the feeling just kept on intensifying.

"Am I doing this right?" He asked as he licked my clit for the
third time.

I was cumming so hard I could barely hear him over the pounding
of the blood in my ears and the orgasm shrieking in my head.  

"Oh, yes!  My God, George, where did you learn this?  Please
don't stop!"

George seemed reluctant to give away his secrets at first.  Then,
between licks, he said, "My friend Rubio told me about how this
would drive girls crazy.  I wasn't sure he knew what he was
talking about until now."

"Well, Rubio was right, but you are the one with your tongue on
my clit, so I'm inclined to give you all the points for
technique.  You're doing it magnificently well!  Yeeeeeeee! 
That's good!"

George kept licking me and pushing my climax higher and higher. 
My clit kept growing and swelling under his excellent care until
it was a big as it had ever been and still it stood up and begged
for more.  George's success at making me cum must have made him
bold, because the next thing I felt was his lips sliding over my
clit and him sucking on it hard enough to send a skyrocket right
up my spine into my brain and light every iota of my body on fire
with burning streamers of pleasure.

I must have faded out right after that because I came to sitting
on the edge of the sink with Sue and George holding me upright. 
Sue had her hand on my jaw and was shaking my head to get me back
to reality.

"Sam?  Sam?  Are you OK?  Speak to me," she said, sounding less
concerned than she might have.  I suppose she knew I wasn't in
any real danger.

George looked like he was certain that he'd killed me.  The
guilty concern in his eyes touched my heart.  I asserted my
balance and grabbed his ears and pulled his face to mine and
tried my best to do to him through his lips what he had done to
me through my clit.  This time he opened his mouth, probably in
surprise, and I almost sucked his tongue out of his head while
expressing my gratitude.

"Holy shit, George!"  I said, when I finally decided to take pity
on him and let him breathe again.  "You got skills, man!  That
was amazing!"

"Thanks!  Um, what have you got in your mouth?"

I had forgotten about the piercing in my tongue.  I had been so
wrapped up with my bells and everything that I hadn't remembered
to show everyone my tongue.  George was the first to mention it
since that morning.  I stuck out my tongue and flopped it up and
down so he could see the hole and the metal sleeve.

"That is so cool!" he said, impressed.  "I've never seen one like
that.  You know, you're really great.  I never met anyone like
you before."  From the look on his face, there was a question he
wasn't asking.  I had a good idea what it was.

"It's OK, George.  Ask me anything.  I feel so darn great right
now I'll probably tell you anything you want to know."

"I always thought you weren't supposed to ask girls this, but how
old are you?"  He rushed it a little, trying to apologize and ask
at the same time.

"I'm the same age you are, George.  I'm 18."

The look on his face was sheer unbridled joy.  I was someone he
could relate to, not someone he had to put on a pedestal.

"That's great!  I mean, you're great.  This is all just so
unbelievable!"

"Oh, now you're just trying to sweet-talk me into doing something
I'll regret.  I can't imagine what we could do that could
possibly top what we just did, can you?"

"I guess not," he laughed.  His voice seemed to be steadying out
on a lower note, now that he wasn't nervous anymore.  "It's
just...you're the prettiest girl I ever met.  And since I've
never seen you before, I thought I'd better tell you now."  He
was implying that he might never see me again, so he wanted to
tell me all the important stuff while he had the chance.

We all started getting our clothes together again.  Sue used some
paper towels to blot the juice running down her legs and cranked
up the hand-blower again to finish drying George's cotton
briefs.

"I've never seen you before, either, George.  Where do you go to
school?"

"Pinehurst Academy.  It's a private school for boys."

"I've heard of it, but you're the first person I've met who goes
there.  Is it a nice place?"

George gave us the brochure rundown on Pinehurst, which Sue
interrupted to give George his shorts back and we both dressed
him again.  I wasn't sure why, he could have dressed himself.  I
just used any excuse to keep my hands on George Whitley.  He
seemed like the boyfriend I always wished I had   sweet, smart,
and just my size.  I decided I didn't want this to be that last
time George and I met.

We checked each other over to be sure we were all presentable and
then hustled out of the restroom quickly so no one would notice
us.  Fortunately, there wasn't anyone waiting to use it and
everyone else was intent on getting to either of the regular
facilities.  

We were cutting through the food court when George said, "It's
weird going to an all-boys school.  I never get to meet any girls
and that's a problem for most of the guys who go there.  The
place is a high school and prep school, so I'll be stuck there
for another couple of years yet.  It happened because my parents
got divorced when I was 14 and Mom got Dad to promise to pay for
private school tuition for me.  There weren't any coed private
schools in the county and Mom didn't want to send me all the way
to Sarasota."

"That's happening a lot," Sue said.  "Those who can afford it are
applying for the state subsidy and using it to help pay for
private schools.  The public's confidence in the public school
system is very low right now.  The general opinion seems to be
that the whole system is geared to providing the minimum
education for the lowest-achieving students."

"So it wasn't just to keep you away from opportunities like
this?" I asked George, facetiously.  He was looking at Sue with a
curious gleam in his eye.  Her emotional involvement in the state
of public education was showing and he was trying to figure out
why.  That was a line of thought I didn't want him following, so
I tried to distract him.

"George, would you like my phone number?  Maybe you could call me
sometime and we could meet and hang out or something?"  That
distracted him plenty.  He nodded rapidly and started going
through his pockets for something to write on.  He snatched a
napkin out of a dispenser and handed it to me with a ballpoint
pen he had stuck in the collar of his t-shirt.

I wrote my name, address, and number on the napkin and handed it
back.

"Call me even if you just get lonely for a girl's voice, OK?  But
remember about keeping today a secret.  It's not likely that you
will run into my boyfriend, but I wouldn't want him to get the
idea that he had to pound you or anything like that."

"Boyfriend?"

"Yeah.  He's huge, and he loves throwing guys to the floor and
falling on them, so keep this between us, OK?"  I didn't know
George well enough to know that he wasn't a blabbermouth, and I
hated to use Steve as a threat, but it seemed safer if George had
a reason to keep our sexual tryst a secret.  To reassure him that
I wasn't just trying to scare him off, I took his hand while we
walked back to the part of the mall where I had left Neeka.  It
was also nice holding hands with someone my size.  I didn't feel
like a little girl walking beside an adult and dangling from
their hand.  I began to be glad that George went to a different
school.  It meant less to have to explain.

I wondered about my relationship with Steve.  I was pretty sure I
loved him, and I was pretty sure he loved me, but it was still
very early for us to be thinking things like that, and there
certainly hadn't been any discussion of commitment or anything
that would prevent either of us from seeing other people.  If
something like that did develop; I would have to re-think a lot
of things.  I decided once more that it was too soon to be
worrying about long-term relationships and stuff.  I planned to
have a lot more friends and have a lot more fun before I got tied
down to one guy.  As much as I liked Steve, I couldn't say that
any day now, I wouldn't meet someone I liked better.  And I
really hoped that I wasn't just rationalizing all this to justify
liking George.

"I think I'd be willing to get pounded if it meant I could see
you again," George said.

I suddenly felt guilty for not trusting George.  He seemed
perfectly sincere about being willing to make the sacrifice for
me and I felt terrible for threatening him with my boyfriend.  I
liked George more every time he opened his mouth.

"You're very brave," I told him.  "Maybe you'll be the one
beating up on him, but I hope it doesn't come to that."

He squeezed my hand and I smiled at him and leaned over and
kissed his cheek.  I couldn't have done that to anyone else and I
started to consider the advantages of having a friend I could
look in the eye without standing on something or craning my
neck.

George and I chatted about school and teachers on the way back to
where we had left Neeka.  Sue opened her mouth a couple of times
to make a comment when one of us would say something bad about
one of our teachers, but she thought better of it each time.

"Do you have Gym or PE or whatever they call it at Parkhurst?"  I
asked George.  I was looking for some way to yank Sue's chain a
bit.

"We have mandatory sports.  We have to go out for at least one
sport each term, even if we just end up sitting on the bench
during the games."

"Do you like your coaches?"

"Heck no!  They're all lardasses.  It's just laps, laps, laps,
but they never run them with us.  They just run us into the
ground and then wonder why we can't play.  And none of them know
anything about the sports they're coaching."

"Do you think Sue would make a good coach?  Do you think she
could motivate you and your classmates?"

"Oh shit yes!  If we had Sue for a coach we'd never lose a
game."

"Why do you think she'd make a good coach?"

"Well look at her!  She's built like a brick outhouse with
muscles.  She has to know something about keeping in shape to
have a body like that.  And she wouldn't have any trouble at all
keeping our attention.  Every boy in the school would bust a nut
trying to make whatever team she was coaching.  It's too bad
she's not old enough to get a job at Parkhurst."  He sounded
disappointed after his burst of enthusiasm.

"How old do you have to be?"

"I dunno.  21 at least."

"So Sue has a few years to go, hunh?"

"Yeah.  It's too bad."

Sue practically snatched George off the floor and kissed him
right on the mouth.  When she put him down, she kept hold of his
free hand and said, "If you already have a boyfriend, can I have
George?  He says such nice things."

  "No, George is mine.  I'm thinking about dropping my present
boyfriend for him. You'll find someone.  Don't worry.  If George
is right, and I think he is, you'll have them groveling at your
feet.  Hey, I thought you were into the frat boys, anyway!"

"Don't laugh.  I may just go their party."

"I hope you do.  They'll probably name you their 'fraternity
sweetheart' or something."

"Or something.  It's sounding better to me all the time."

"Look," George said, "here's my mother.  Hi, Mom!"

Predictably, George's mother was the housewife with whom Neeka
had been sitting.  Apparently George's sexual hair-trigger was
genetic.  It figured.  She looked glad to see that her son was no
worse the wear for having been spirited away by a couple of
strange girls.  She looked him up and down carefully, noting that
he was holding both our hands.

"Mom, this is Sam and Sue."   George thought hard about how to
explain us but he couldn't think of anything that wouldn't invite
cross-examination, so he left it at that.

"I'm Lucinda Whitley," she said.  "Thank you for helping
George."

"What did you tell her?" I asked Neeka, silently.

"The truth.  At least the part about you taking him to get
cleaned up so he wouldn't be embarrassed.  She knows he's past
puberty.  She washes his sheets, after all.  She knows he
inherited her sexual responsiveness but she doesn't know how to
help him deal with it any more than she knows how to help
herself.  I told her you'd bring him back after you got him dried
off.  You know how slow those hand-dryer things can be."

"Right."

"Hello, Lucinda.  I'm very pleased to meet you," I said.  I hung
onto George with one hand while I shook hers with my other.  I
wanted her to understand that I was staking a claim on her son
and I wasn't ready to give him back yet.

While Sue shook hands with her, I maneuvered my butt onto the
bench between George and his mother.  Sue had to go sit on the
other side of Neeka.  Teach her to try to steal George from me! 
I pulled George's hand into my lap and hung onto it with both of
mine.  George seemed a little uneasy about my display of
affection in front of his mother, but I hung on and he relaxed
and let me keep the hand.  He even smiled like it was him who had
hold of me.

"I know George really appreciates this," Lucinda told me. "I know
how terrible boys can be about making fun of each other."

"We were happy to help.  It was our fault, after all.  We
couldn't just walk off and leave either of you like that."

The sharp intake of breath next to my right ear confirmed that
George hadn't known that the same display that had turned him on
so much had affected his mother in the same way.  Which meant a
lot of what I was about to say would be news to him.

"I didn't even know he was your son until we got back.  It makes
sense, though.  Both of you are obviously very sensitive and
highly responsive.  He must take after you."

"Well," Lucinda began.  She looked around, trying to think of a
way to get out of the situation, but she couldn't run off without
George, and it was clear that I wasn't going to let go of him. 
"I guess he does," she said, resigning herself to airing
something this private in front of strangers.  I knew that Neeka
would have been her usual kind and supportive self and somewhat
prepared her for this, so she should be ready to hear me out,
rather than running of in a huff.

"I'm jealous," I said. "Have you always been able to climax so
quickly?"

"Ever since I was a girl.  It's led to some embarrassing
situations, too!   Dating was a nightmare.  Every boy I went out
with just had to put a hand on me and I was off to the races."

"I missed something.  How is this a bad thing?  You must have
been very popular.  I can't imagine why a boy wouldn't enjoy the
heck out of ringing a girl's chimes."

"But they thought I was easy!"

"And you are.  We made you cum without even touching you.  You're
just extremely sensitive, sexually.  It's not a moral judgment;
it's a biological fact.  You can't fight biology.  You can only
learn to live with it."

George was paying very close attention.  All this was apparently
new information to him, but it was all something his mother
should have told him years ago.

"But how can I deal with this?" she said, a note of frustration
creeping into her voice.  "I've tried avoiding things that excite
me.   I've tried taking cold showers.  I've desperately tried not
to think of certain things.  Nothing seems to help!"

"Good grief, Lucinda!  You've been trying to put out a fire by
throwing gasoline on it!  When was the last time you
masturbated?"

She became very uncomfortable discussing this in front of George,
but this was something that applied to both of them, so he needed
to hear it too.

"I don't do that.  It's just giving in to the urge.  Besides,
girls shouldn't do that."

"Oh, right.  OK, poll time.  Everyone on this bench who enjoys
masturbating, raise your hand."

Four hands went up.  Everyone but Lucinda.  I didn't even have to
raise George's hand for him.  Not very hard, anyway. 

"OK, now everyone who has masturbated today.  Hands, please!"

Four hands again.  George didn't need help this time.

"One more time.  Everyone who has masturbated more than once
today!"

Three hands.  Sue didn't have my supercharged hormones.

"How many today, George?"

"Three.  Not counting...um."

"Right.  How many usually by this time of day?"

"Um, five or six.  I didn't have a chance to since Mom picked me
up after school."

"George, would you like to come live with me?  You and I belong
together."

George grinned like he knew I was just kidding, but he wouldn't
mind at all me taking him home.

"See, Lucinda?  Everybody does it.  It's just that nobody talks
about it much.  Highly responsive people like you and George and
I need to be doing it a lot.  We have to keep the beast fed to
keep it under control.  If you don't, you run the risk of having
your hormones take over your brain.  I know that if I don't cum
every couple of hours, I can't think straight.  I can't
concentrate on my classes.  If I let it get too bad, I start to
obsess about it and I can't think of anything else.  Our clits
take control of our brains like George's cock takes over his. 
That's why his sheets have those stains that just won't seem to
come out no matter what brand of detergent you use."

She laughed at that, finally.  I tried another one.

"You know, George could probably put away a sizeable college fund
just from Sperm Bank donations.  I understand they pay $75 for
each ejaculation.  That means you're losing over $2000 a week. 
Heck, at that rate, he could retire when he was 30!  With the
proper incentive, he could generate enough income to buy you a
new house within a year.  I'd be happy to help motivate him to
produce the greatest quantity that he's capable of."

Lucinda was laughing so hard she was having trouble catching her
breath.  George was looking thoughtful.  He suddenly had a
potential source of income he hadn't considered, and one that
would be considerably more pleasant than your average summer job
in the orange orchards.

"Sam," Neeka said, right on cue, "I hate to throw cold water on
this wonderful scheme, but I think you have to be at least 21
years old before the sperm bank will take you as a donor."

I thanked her silently for being a good straight-man.  

"Oh well," I said, "Easy cum, easy go."

That got a round of groans from everyone.  Lucinda pulled a
tissue from her purse and dabbed her eyes.  George looked very
disappointed.  He'd been looking forward to a satisfying career
as a cum-factory.

"OK, you see my point?  It's just a fact of life that you need to
deal with, and not by denying that it exists!"

"So I should just resign myself to being a slave to my sexual
urges?" Lucinda asked.  She seemed more open to discussion, now
that the taboo had been broken and the tension dispelled.

"Resign yourself to needing to eat and breathe, too.  You're just
as much a slave to your hunger and your respiration.  Ignoring
your body's needs has consequences."

"All right," she said in a tone of acceptance, "Fighting it
certainly hasn't worked and I've been very stupidly expecting it
to for a very long time now.  I may as well try it your way for a
while."

"Good!  I know you'll feel lots better without carrying around a
load of sexual tension all the time.  It sounds like you need to
start out on a regular schedule and make adjustments from there.
How does every three hours sound to you?"

"I don't know.  I never thought...well I suppose I could try
that.  It will be strange, doing it by the clock like that."  She
looked like she was starting to think of this in a more positive
light.

"Think of it as taking a little vacation a few times a day.  I
was about to suggest setting a timer to remind you, but we don't
want you to get conditioned to climax whenever you hear a bell. 
Maybe you could just plan it into your day.  I'm sure George can
help remind you, won't you, George?"

"Sure!  I can do that.  We can do it at the same time.  It will
be a relief not to have to sneak into the bathroom when I need
to...."

"To what?  Flog the lizard?  Bash the bishop?  Caress the
cucumber?  Buff the banana?"

"OK, OK, when I need to jerk off."

"Good.  Lucinda, what will you be doing while George is jerking
off?"

"I'll be petting the pussy."  She was smiling like it was
something she was looking forward to now.

"Wonderful!  Don't you both feel better now that this isn't
something you feel you need to hide from each other?"

"Yes," Lucinda said, "I certainly do.  I feel much better now."

"It's sure a load off me!" George said, smirking at having
thought of a pun himself.

"Then I think we will leave you two to plan your day.  I think
you should have at least two sessions and then one at bedtime. 
Try to remind each other."  I got up, but I was reluctant to let
go of George.  I was becoming very attached to him.

"Are you going to call me?" I asked him.

"You bet!" he answered with enthusiasm.  "Mom?  Can I ask Sam
over this weekend?"

"Yes, you may.  I'd like to talk to Sam some more myself.  She's
certainly an interesting girl.  Sam, would you like to come over
and play with George on Saturday?"

Someone wasn't completely up on her post-puberty etiquette.  I
tried not to smile at her slip, but I had to give up and let it
out.

"I'd love to come over and play with George.  I bet George knows
a few games he'd like to play with me, too."  I slid my arm
around George's waist and he put an arm around me as well.  It
felt very comfortable.

"Sorry," she laughed, "I'm not used to thinking of George
dating."

"I can tell you that George has certainly been thinking about it.
 When it comes to girls, he has a lot of sound theory, but very
little practical experience.  Don't you think it would be good
for him to spend time with a girl his own age?  Maybe a nice
blonde girl about my height?"

"Yes, I suppose it would do him a world of good to get to know a
girl his own age.  Especially one as smart and considerate and
outgoing as you.  I guess I don't have to worry about him being
embarrassed about his...our...problem."

"Don't worry.  I'll help him keep it under control.  There won't
be any accidents while I'm around."

"Thank you.  I guess you and George can work out your own plans
for the weekend, then.  Just let me know what you decide to do,
OK?"

"No problem, Lucinda.  I'll see you both later, then."  Before
she could stand up, I leaned over and gave her a friendly kiss on
the cheek.  She went to kiss me back the same way, but I turned
my head so she got half my mouth instead of my cheek.  The look
in her eyes was wonderful.  She was caught between being shocked
and enjoying it.  I think enjoying won out because she gave my
arm a squeeze as she stood up.

I kissed George goodbye, too.  But none of this cheek stuff for
him.  I quit as soon as I felt his cock twitch where it was
pressed between us.  Any longer and we might have had to make
another trip to the restroom.  I was looking forward to a time
when we wouldn't have to worry about one of us getting too worked
up.

Sue, Neeka and I were several stores away when Sue tapped me on
the shoulder.

"Excuse me, but did I just see what I thought I saw?  Did you
just talk Mrs. Whitley into letting you have sex with her son,
in...about fifteen minutes flat?"

"Yeah.  And she's going to be thinking about us while she
masturbates, too."

"Oh my God!  Is this what you do all day   run around and solve
people's problems by having sex with them?"

"This is just a hobby."  I really wanted to tell her that it beat
the heck out of my other job, which was to throw myself in front
of bullets and let lunatics make holes in me and burn off parts
of my body.  Putting it like that, having sex with people as a
way of solving their problems sounded like a really great hobby.
It was nice to hear it from an outside perspective.

"Actually," Neeka said, in a 'putting her two cents in' tone of
voice, "she took much more time than usual with the Whitley's.  I
think her record for getting someone naked and begging for sex
with her is like   half a second."

"I don't doubt that at all," Sue said.  "Do you know she sucked
George off in the restroom while I was standing right there?  It
was so damn hot that I couldn't keep my hands off my clit.  I
came all over the place while they both watched me.  I feel so
good it aught to be a crime."

"Be careful what you confess to, Sue.  I might just have to
arrest you again.  We don't want that, now do we?"

"Oh, we do!  We do!"

"How about if I make you 'assume the position' right here against
the front of this bookstore and strip-search you right here in
public?"

"I'd probably cum so hard I'd pass out like you did when George
licked you."

"Do you want to do that?  Come on, just put your hands on the
glass here.  Spread your legs for me.  Let me strip you down and
make you cum so hard you scream right here in the mall.  Come on,
do it.  You know you want to."

"Yessss.  Oh, my!  It's such an attractive idea.  Oh, damn!  I'm
getting hot just from thinking about it.  Give me a minute here.
I need to catch my breath."

Sue stopped just past the door to the bookstore and leaned
against the plate glass window.  She had been a mere second away
from letting me humiliate her in public so she could have a big
orgasm.  She was getting further away from the uptight,
straight-laced PhysEd teacher every minute.

"I wonder what Bambi would think of Sue?" Neeka asked me
silently.

"Now that there is an excellent suggestion," I thought back at
her.  "Do you think Mom would mind if I brought a guest home for
supper?"

"Not if you call her and let her know about it."

"Let's find a phone."

We led Sue down the central corridor to the mall offices where
there were a few pay-phones in an alcove out of the flow of
traffic.  She had mostly recovered from her strip-search fantasy,
but she was still very aroused.  I could see her nipples poking
against her blouse and she seemed to be deliberately walking so
her breasts bounced up with each step.

"Sue, do you have any plans for supper?"

"I usually just heat up a frozen dinner and then go for a short
jog, why?"

"Would you like to come home with me and meet my family?"

"The food is probably going to be better than what's in your
freezer," Neeka said.

"Ha!  The food is probably going to be better than the special at
Le Bistro!  So how about it?  I think you and Mom will get along
great."

"But I need to go home and change," Sue said.

"No you don't.  That outfit will look positively conservative. 
Trust me."

"Why is it when you say that, I get a hot flash?"

"I can't imagine.  Hang on and I'll let Mom know you're coming."

I stepped into the alcove and stuck my head under the privacy
hood to make the call.  Mom picked up halfway through the first
ring.

"Reynolds residence."

"Hi Mom, it's me again."  This time I didn't feel I needed to
explain 'me'.

"Hi honey.  Are you having fun at the mall?"

"Oh yes!  I met the cutest boy.  His mother asked me to come over
for a play-date with him on Saturday.  We'll set that up later in
the week."

"A play-date?"

I laughed, "Yeah.  She's not used to having a son who's 18.  She
still thinks of him as a little boy.  It doesn't help that he's
the same height as I am."

"Oh!  I see why you hit it off so quickly.  You two must have a
lot in common."

"More than I thought we would.  But that's not why I called. 
Would it be OK if I brought someone home for supper?"

"Of course, honey.  We're having lasagna Florentine with a nice
antipasto salad.  I'm sure there will be enough for everyone."

No 'who'.  No 'where did you meet them'.  Just 'of course'.  How
did I ever get so lucky?

 "Great!  Her name is Sue Simpson.  She's my PhysEd teacher and
she's turning into a really great pal."

"A teacher?  Well, do you want her to meet Bambi, or Mrs.
Reynolds?"

"I think she'd like Mrs. Reynolds.  I talked her out of a khaki
skirt and a dumpy blouse and into a pair of sexy shorts and a
blouse that it would be a crime to wear a bra under.  She wanted
to change back, but I told her she wouldn't look out of place if
she kept it on."

"I understand completely.  She's another of your projects and you
want to get her out of her shell and show her that it's OK to be
dressed-up and sexy.  How long did it take you to get her out of
her clothes?  Does Monique's record still hold?"

"Oh, Mom!  She was very repressed and she needed the release.  I
think Jolene beat Neeka by a smidge anyway.  Speaking of Jolene,
Sue is a virgin, too."

"Really?  How old is she?"

"26. But she had a bad period as a teen, so she's reliving it. 
Nothing serious, just the fun stuff she missed.  You'll like her.
 She's stacked.  She's been competing with Neeka and me to see
who can get the most wolf-whistles."

"She must be incredible, then.  I'm looking forward to meeting
her, but I better start getting ready.  Are you coming right
home?"

"We've got a little more window-shopping to do, but we'll be home
in under an hour."

"Well, not much less than that.  I need some time to change and
get my 'company' face on."

"OK, an hour.  I promise."

"Great.  I love you, honey."

"I love you too, Mom.  Bye!"

The call took longer than I thought.  Sue and Neeka had wandered
over to look in the window at Van Kline's.  With summer coming
up, they had their display window full of swimsuits.

"Look, Sam," Sue said. "See the blue one with the string-ties? 
That would look darling on you.

I didn't have a suit that would fit me anymore, so I let Sue and
Neeka drag me inside the store.  With the way the weather was
warming up, I didn't know when I might get to go to the beach or
be invited to a pool-party, so having at least one was probably a
good idea.

The sizes on the suits were only a general guideline.  Many of
them were one-size-fits-all.  Which usually meant
'one-size-fits-someone - just-not-you'.  Still, I had to try the
blue bikini on to see how it would look.

It was mix-n-match, so I picked out a Small thong-style bottom
and an XLarge triangle top.  The bottom fit OK, but left a lot of
string hanging down my legs.  The string for the top went all the
way around and left just enough to tie and have a tiny bow.  The
material was a thin, stretchy synthetic than clung to me like
paint.  It looked larger on than off because it stretched so
much.  Even with the stretch, it only covered the front of my
breasts and my rings.  I had to pull the bells up and stuff them
into the cups.  It was tight enough for me to actually swim in
and I loved the bright electric-blue color, so I decided to go
ahead and get it.  I just made one change   I traded the Small
bottom for an XSmall.  The smaller size meant that there was
barely enough material to cover my pussy-lips and the thong back
completely disappeared in the crack of my butt, but the ties
didn't hang down as much and the proportion of skin showing
looked much more balanced with the large amount that would be
exposed up top.

Judging from the way Sue and Neeka looked at me when I had it on,
it would be a real hit when I got a chance to wear it.  I felt
like a sheep at a convention of starving wolves.

The suit was pricier than I would have liked, but my friends
assured me that it wasn't too out of line for the small amount of
cloth I was getting.  I still don't know why the smaller the
suit, the more it costs.  This one would just about fit in a
thimble, if I took the strings out of it.

Buying the bikini took just enough time and we left the mall
right on schedule for Mrs. Reynolds to be ready for company.  Sue
sat in the front this time.  I think she was nervous about
meeting Mom.  She kept tugging her blouse closed and biting her
lip.



***



We had just pulled off the highway onto Highland Boulevard when
we saw the wreck.  It looked like a bad one.  A green minivan had
gone off the road, flipped and rolled down an embankment.  The
roof was crushed in and there was smoke or steam coming from the
squashed engine compartment.  We couldn't see anyone but a State
Trooper on the scene.  He was on his knees trying to look into
the mashed up vehicle.  The EMS unit hadn't arrived yet.

Neeka pulled over onto the shoulder in response to my urgent
unspoken thought.  She stopped a few feet behind the trooper's
car and got out.  I climbed out behind her.  Sue got out as
well.

"Sue, you wait here, OK.  We'll be right back."

She nodded obediently and watched Neeka and I walk down the bank.
 I thought about suggesting to Neeka that she wait, too, but the
mental picture I got for even considering that was a foot stuck
halfway up my ass.

As we approached, the officer stood up and waved us off.

"You two get back up the bank, now.  You don't belong here."

I flipped open my badge and he looked at it with the usual
surprised expression.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"EMS is on the way, but the rescue truck is tied up at a
house-fire a few miles away.  They say they might be another 30
minutes getting here."

"Who's in the van?"

"A woman and her two kids.  She's hurt pretty bad.  I think her
legs are broken.  The kids are banged up a little and screaming
their heads off, but they don't seem to be seriously injured."

"We've got to get them out of there."

"No shit.  How?  The roof supports have buckled and the whole top
is closed up like a clamshell.  You can barely get an arm in
there."

"I'll do it.  Do you have a blanket or something that we can use
to keep the glass off of them."

"There's a blanket under the seat of my unit."

Neeka ran for it without me even thinking of it.

"But unless you have a hydraulic jack handy, there's no way we
can pry that car apart."

I ignored him.  There would be time for explanations later. 
Right now there were people who needed help and they were going
to get it.  I tranced and started dumping adrenalin into my
system as fast as I could.  This was going to be hard and I
wanted it to be as quick as possible.  I wanted them to be ready
to go when the ambulance arrived.

I walked to the car and looked for a place to grab and a
direction to pull.  The windshield was in little pieces all over.
 Almost nothing remained on the minivan.  The hole where it had
been was a three-inch wide gap between the roof and the
dashboard.  The crumpled supports had twisted themselves into
knots.  It looked like the only way to get them out was to peel
the roof off.

Neeka came up carrying the coarse gray blanket.  I handed it to
the patrolman.

"Cover them as best you can and hold them still.  I'll make this
quick."

He looked like he wanted to ask questions, but he knew that time
was critical and he must have figured if I thought I could do
something, he would go along.  He crawled as close as he could to
the victims and pushed the blanket inside the wreck as far as
possible.  I faintly heard him offering the woman assurances that
we were doing everything we could to get her out and to hold on.

I took a couple of deep breaths and hopped up on the mangled
hood.  I stuck my toes into the gap and bent down and took a
vicious grip on the edge of the roof.  I focused everything I had
into one big yank and I heaved up as hard as I could.

The roof of the minivan peeled off easily with a shriek of
tearing metal that sounded like an elephant screaming.  I should
have known it was flimsy from the way it caved in when the van
rolled over.  I had over-committed my strength and ripped it
clean off.  When I looked down, I saw the trooper looking up at
me from the exposed passenger compartment.  He had managed to get
everyone else's head under the blanket, so they were protected
from the bits of glass that were dropping from the roof that I
held up at arm's length.

I tossed the roof away and hopped down to the ground.  I
detranced, but I was still stoked with adrenalin and I screwed-up
my face while I fought to keep from screaming and jumping around
to burn the stuff off.  The trooper mistook my situation for
injury and jumped up to come to the aid of a brother officer.

"No, no!  Get them out.  I'm OK.  I'm OK!  Damn crappy cars!  I
thought it would take more than it did.  Neeka, help him.  I hear
the ambulance coming."

They got the kids out without a problem.  I was so twitchy that I
didn't dare help for fear of accidentally hurting someone.  The
trooper was right about the woman's legs.  They were pretty
messed up.  He and Neeka reclined her seat but left her in it
until the EMTs could lift her onto a stretcher.  As soon as she
was free, they bundled all of them into the ambulance and took
off for the hospital with the siren and lights going full on.

As the siren faded into the distance the deputy looked at me with
a big question in his eyes.  I looked up at the nameplate above
the pocket of his broad chest. It said Trammel.

"Trammel, you are officially allowed one question and one
question only.  Anything after that and you have to talk to
Sheriff Foster.  Shoot."

Trooper Trammel mulled it over and decided that there wasn't
really anything he needed to know that he didn't know already. 
He pulled himself up to his full height of 6'6" and saluted me
before climbing into his unit to start the paperwork.  I walked
over and looked in the window at him.  The car sat high on its
shocks, so I didn't even have to bend down.

"One, just for the record," he said.  "How do you want the
report?  'Assisted by Deputy Kramer'? Or just leave you out
altogether?"

"Leave me out.  The people who read these things who need to know
  already do.  So just leave me out if you please."

"So you don't exist," Trammel said.  "Fine by me."  He nodded and
went back to his paperwork.  He was a man who had a firm grip on
his version of reality and was quite happy to ignore anything
that was so completely at odds with what he thought belonged in
it.  I could respect that.  Such people keep the rest of us from
flying off the planet by their firm belief in the force of
gravity.

I walked back to the car where Sue and Neeka waited.  This time,
Sue got in the back and pulled the front seat upright behind her,
so I could sit in the front.  I started to argue with her, but it
seemed trivial, so I let it be.  I was still jazzed with unburned
adrenalin and muscles all over my body were jerking in spasms.  I
felt like I needed to wrestle a grizzly bear or run a marathon or
something.

We had only gone a block when Sue leaned over the seat and asked,
"Are you OK?  You're twitching like a Mexican jumping bean."

"Adrenalin overdose," I told her, "I thought that would be
tougher than it was and I got too worked up for it.  It's making
me nuts."

"Yeah, I've done that before a workout and then been called away
to a phone call.  Just relax.  It will ease off in a minute or
so.  I've never worked up to where I could tear a car apart,
though.  That was very impressive.  I thought I was in shape, but
you make me look like a wuss."

"It wasn't what it looked like.  The roof was just a sheet of
aluminum and it peeled off easier than I thought it would.  By
the way, remember when I told you earlier that having sex with
people to solve their problems was my hobby?  Well, this is my
real job.  Sometimes it's even more fun.  Sometimes I get to save
lives."

"Sam?" Neeka said, "I think you need to know that you did a bit
more than that.  You didn't just grab the roof; you grabbed the
frame where the roof was welded on.  That wasn't just the roof
you peeled off; you ripped the frame apart too.  I saw the piece
you tore off.  It had dents in it from your fingers.  You're a
lot stronger than we thought."

"Oh, wonderful.  Now I'm gonna have to be even more careful than
before."  I sighed.  "I guess I suspected from the way stuff was
getting easier to do."

Neeka tried to reassure me.  She said, "I'm sure there is a
physical limit to this.  Flesh and bone can only be so strong."

"I wouldn't have thought I could be strong enough to open a car
like a sardine can," I said.  "There must be some changes going
on at the cellular level.  Either that, or I'm using my mental
control like an exoskeleton, to reinforce my muscles, you know?"

"That sounds plausible, given what else we know you can do..."
Neeka trailed off.  We hadn't decided how much to tell Sue yet. 
She didn't want to blurt out everything all at once.

"OK," Sue said.  "I'm coming in on the middle of this and you're
not sure if you want me to know this stuff.  That's OK.  Sam, I
knew you were special from the things I saw you do in class and
then try to hide.  I never said anything about it.  If you don't
want me to know this, I won't pry."

I thought about it.  I hated hiding things.  I hated lying by
omission.  Sue seemed trustworthy and she wasn't pressing me to
take her into my confidence.  I thought of something that would
tell me if she was ready to hear this or not.

"Sue, did you ever read comic books when you were a kid?  I mean
the superhero, sci-fi stuff, not the kiddy stories or the romance
books."

"Yes.  My cousin Stan used to read those.  He gave them to me
when he finished with them.  My favorite was Wonder Girl.  She
was strong and beautiful and I wanted to be her in the worst
way."

"I never heard of Wonder Girl.  But I can tell you that
superheroes like her are not completely fictional characters. 
There are some real ones.  I'm one of them."

"I guess so!  I wouldn't have believed it, but I saw it with my
own two eyes."

"The strength is just part of it."  I turned around to face her
over the car seat.  "I want you to get a good grip on yourself
because I'm going to show you something that freaks some people
out, OK?"

"Um, OK."  She sounded less than completely sure.  She looked
apprehensive.  I didn't blame her one bit.

"All right then.  Here we go."  I leaned back a little, so my
face would be in the light more and not be too close to hers. 
Then I put on my moving Dragon show.  I let it run for five
seconds and then I restored my regular face with the schoolgirl
makeup.

Sue watched the show and kept staring even after I turned it off.
 She was obviously trying to figure out how I did it.

"That was amazing!" she said.  "Do that again!"  

"So much for being freaked out," I thought.  I ran it again with
every effect I had ever tried, flame, teeth and all.  Then I
tried something I hadn't practiced much.  I let the Dragon expand
past my face and neck and down my chest and my shoulders.  I kept
adding more skin, extending it across my breasts and down my
arms.  On my hands I drew claws dripping blood.

Since more than half my body was involved, I went all the way,
painting my whole body with gray-green scales that shifted and
moved.  I even did claws on my feet, but nobody but me knew that.
 This was the most I had ever done, and as soon as I had it all
going I filed it away as a new selection that I could repeat any
time I wanted.

Neeka pulled the car over and coasted to a stop so she could
watch, too.  She had seen my trick many times before, but this
was new to her.

"Wow!" Sue said.  "That is so neat!  It looks so real!  I can't
see a square inch of you at all, just your hair."

"She's right," Neeka agreed.  "The full-body version is really
effective.  But it's spoiled a little by seeing the dragon
wearing your clothes."

"Easily fixed," I said, pulling my top off.  I unzipped my skirt
and pulled it off, along with my shoes.  My g-string didn't hide
enough to make a difference, so I left it on.

"Now that is really amazing," Sue said, looking over every part
of me she could.  "If I look real close, I can see that it's just
an image on your skin, but it looks so darn real!  You look just
like a two-legged, fire-breathing lizard!"

"Flatterer!"

"She's right," Neeka said, "It's much more effective when it's
all over you.  You're making me nervous just sitting here next to
you."

It must have been scary if it was getting to Neeka.  I switched
back to my regular all-over tan.

"Oooo, naked girl," Neeka said. "Now this one I like much
better."

"Can you do anything else?" Sue asked.  

I decided not to be insulted.  Technically, my nudity was just an
effect too, since my all-over tan was also a product of my
ability to control the pigments in my skin. 

I hadn't practiced much other than the Dragon and a few small
tattoos.  There didn't seem to be much need for having a variety
of scary faces, so once I had the Dragon down, I'd quit trying
anything else as elaborate. 

Perhaps elaboration wasn't even necessary.  I tried to picture in
my head some other types of effects that I could do that would be
simpler.  Large colored areas were easy, so were repeating
patterns.  3D effects were hard, especially if they moved.  That
was why I was so proud of the Dragon. 

To not look fake; a flat effect would have to be something that
would normally follow the curves of my body.  The only thing I
could think of that I had seen lately that did that was my new
swimsuit, so I tried to reproduce its outline, its texture and
its color.  

The strings gave me a problem at first.  They would look very
fake if the ties were just flat against my skin.  I solved that
by simply leaving the bows out and having the strings follow the
convex curves on my chest, back and hips.  Now it would look like
a perfectly-fitted suit.

The color just would not work at all.  Try as I might, I couldn't
reproduce the brilliant electric-blue color of the original.  I
settled for a shade that was close, but not as vibrant as the
real suit.  Some things just don't look the same if you use
organic, rather than synthetic material.

The only problem I couldn't solve was the nipple rings and the
bells dangling from them.  I could make my nipples an even shade
of blue, but the shiny silver rings, chains, and bells stood out
against my skin.  I decided to add stitched buttonhole openings
around the places where the rings penetrated my skin.  It would
look like the suit had been designed to fit around the rings, if
you didn't try to figure out how I could have got the suit on or
off.

Like a lot of my tricks, painting the suit on my skin took less
time to do than to explain.  It was less than a minute before I
had it finished.

"How's that?" I asked.  To make the effect complete, I slipped
off my g-string ad just wore the fake bikini.

"If I hadn't watched you do it, I would think it was a real
suit," Sue said emphatically.

Neeka waited until we came to an intersection before she turned
to admire the result of my efforts.

"Wow!" she said, when the car had come to a stop.  "That looks
perfectly real.  You even did the stitches and the texture of the
fabric.  I don't think anyone could tell it wasn't a real suit
without touching it or looking really closely."

"Really?  Let's see.  Who can we fool?"

"It will have to be someone who already knows you.  Preferably
someone who has seen your jewelry." Neeka giggled.

"Hunh?  Why not some stranger on the street?  I was thinking of
just getting out and walking a block to see if anyone noticed."

"Sam, you're forgetting one important point.  Even if you were
wearing the real suit, the sight of you prancing down the street
in it would probably be enough to stop traffic.  No one would
stop to wonder if the suit was real.  They'd all be too busy
looking at the rest of you."

"Oh!  Right."  I had become so used to the head-turning that went
on that I had started to ignore it.  I had only been aware of the
attention in the mall because I was trying to see if anyone was
looking at Sue's new clothes.

"OK, I guess we'll see if anyone notices when we get home."

"At least we have a good excuse for being late."

"The best excuse there is.  I got to save people today."

"Must be quite a bit of job-satisfaction in your line of work?"
Sue asked.

"Darn right!  The pay sucks, but the perqs are
un-freaking-believable!"

Because we were running so far behind schedule, Neeka pulled her
car into our driveway so we wouldn't have to walk the few hundred
feet to get to my house.  We went to the side door and Neeka had
her key in her hand to unlock it when Mrs. Reynolds opened it and
stepped out to meet us.

When I say, "Mrs. Reynolds" rather than "Bambi" or just "Mom", I
mean she had dressed and made herself up to impress our company.
The dress she wore was a deep-maroon, shimmering gown that was
slit up to her waist on one side and draped open clear down to
her navel in front.  It moved freely over her high, rounded
breasts as she walked and looked like it was light enough to blow
off altogether in the slightest breeze.  Her makeup and her hair
were elegantly done.  Her face looked positively regal.  It
looked like she was on her way to a celebrity soiree and wanted
to show off for the paparazzi.

Neeka and I were both blown away by how fantastic she looked. 
Sue stood there with her mouth open, trying to think of something
coherent to say as the Queen of Fashion swept across the driveway
toward us.

"Well, I'd ask if you were all in one piece, but I can see all of
them are still attached," she said as she glided to a stop on the
most beautiful pair of shoes I'd ever seen.  They looked like
strings of jewels draped over her feet.  Cinderella would have
scrubbed floors for months to be able to wear those to the ball.

When she realized that we were too stunned by her appearance to
explain our tardiness, she stood and posed for us with one hand
on her clothed hip and the opposite foot slid forward to show off
the exposed leg against the dark fabric.

When we had a chance to catch our breath, I decided that
introductions were in order.

"Mom, I'd like you to meet Sue Simpson.  Sue, this is my mother,
Mrs. Reynolds."

Sue shuffled forward and took the offered hand.  I counted three
rings with more than ten carats of diamonds.  Even in the dimmer
rays of the late-afternoon sun, the flashing light from her hand
was almost blinding.

"How do you do.  I'm very pleased to meet you.  Sam has spoken of
you in the highest terms.  Thank you for joining us for dinner."

I thought Sue was about to curtsey, but she squared her
shoulders, stood ramrod straight and said, "I'm very pleased to
meet you too.  You have a remarkable daughter here.  I know you
must be very proud of her."

"Oh I am!  Believe me.  You have no idea how proud."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that.  I was in the car a little
while ago when she stopped to help a policeman free a family from
a wrecked minivan.  You see that's why we were late.  Sam saw an
opportunity to save someone and nothing on earth could have
stopped her from doing just that."

Mom's regal expression cracked just a bit at the news that I had
been out saving lives.  When she recovered, the phrase 'fiercely
proud' seemed a pale description of the look in her eyes.

I owed Sue an award for describing the event in the plainest
possible terms.  Neeka wasn't up for any statuettes tonight, so
she fleshed it out a bit more.

"She saw a woman and two children were trapped inside and she
tore the car in half to get them out," my blabbermouth chauffeur
said.  "If there had been a mountain in the way, it would have a
Sam-sized hole through it right now."

Mrs. Reynolds smiled and nodded at Neeka's exaggeration.  She
looked me up and down and said, "And was this what you were
wearing at the time?"

"No," I told her, "I put this on in the car afterward.  I bought
a swimsuit at the mall and I wanted to get your opinion."

"It's lovely.  It shows you off perfectly.  I'm surprised that
you found one that fits so well.  I can't imagine how you found
one that would let your jewelry show as well.  That's a really
nice touch.  Was that a custom alteration?"

"Yes.  The material is special, too," I said stepping within her
reach.  "Feel it."

She put her hand on the top of my breast where the 'material'
covered an inch above my nipple.  She stroked down over my nipple
and put her finger through the ring.

"You tease!" She said, pulling on the ring and twisting it to get
even with me.  "You tricked me.  I aught to chain you to a pole
and whip you, but you'd love it, you scamp!"

"Ooooo.  Can we do that after supper?  I have my own chain."

She knew when she started it that she wasn't going to be able to
top me.  She laughed and pulled me into her arms.  I hugged back
and patted her butt under the dress.

"I guess we will have plenty to talk about over dinner," she
said.  "Come on inside and wash up.  Everything is laid out in
the dining room.  We can sit down when everyone is ready."

I got dressed again and we took turns freshening up in the
half-bath down the hall from the formal dining room where Mrs.
Reynolds had supper waiting in a set of chafing dishes.  The good
china was out and the crystal goblets and wine glasses sparkled
in the light from the chandeliers over the huge dining table.  I
wasn't going to say a word to her about overdoing it, though. 
She hadn't had a party since I moved in and this was as good an
excuse as any to dress up and go all out.  

Even Jim and Bud were wearing clean shirts and slacks that looked
freshly pressed.  They were both perfect gentlemen when I
introduced them to Sue.  By that, I mean that they managed to
both say something complimentary about her clothes and her
physique without drooling too terribly much in the process.

We all helped ourselves from the buffet, which neatly solved the
problem of a lack of a serving staff that I'm sure the caterer
would have provided under other circumstances.

Mom poured wine for everyone from a couple of carafes.  I put on
a brave face and sipped at mine, hoping it wouldn't be too strong
for my inexperienced taste.  It was grape juice.  The unfermented
kind, I was grateful to find.  It looked just like what she
poured for Sue and Neeka and herself.  I thought maybe wine was
one of those acquired tastes that I hadn't had a chance to pick
up yet.  All the wine I had ever tasted had been terrible, not
that I had ever had more than a sip.

The conversation over dinner was polite, if a little formal and
stilted.  I was starving, so I'm afraid I paid more attention to
my plate than to the discussion.  When everyone else had finished
eating, but I was just sitting down with my second helping of the
delicious lasagna when I heard my name mentioned.

"Hunh?"  So much for my reputation for snappy repartee.

Sue said, "I was just saying that I had some doubts about when I
might wear the clothes you encouraged me to buy at the mall, but
your mother has convinced me that dressing well is never
inappropriate."

I managed to swallow a mouthful before I answered, "Mom taught me
that there are two ways to look at clothes, either as protection
or as decoration.  Protection is fine, if that's what you need to
be wearing, but if the weather is nice, you have much more fun
and get a lot more compliments if you think of clothes as purely
decorative.  If you have the body for it, you should wear clothes
the same way you would wear jewelry   as accents."

"You make it sound like I could just wear a necklace and a pair
of earrings and consider myself fully-dressed."  Sue didn't sound
shocked, just intrigued.

I pointed across the table at Jim and Bud, who had become alert
at hearing the direction the conversation had taken and who both
looked like they were imagining Sue wearing the outfit she had
just described.  Sue took note of the interest and sat up
straighter in her chair.

"You see," Mrs. Reynolds said, "the idea has an undeniable appeal
for the males at the table.  And you reacted naturally to their
attention by displaying yourself to them."

Sue blushed at the suggestion that she had 'displayed herself'. 
She slouched her shoulders forward and pulled her elbows in on
either side of her chest.

"Stop that!" Mrs. Reynolds ordered.  "Sit up straight and put
your shoulders back!"

The Imperial Command took Sue quite by surprise.  She snapped to
attention just as quickly as I had been taught to do.  I almost
smiled before I realized that I had unconsciously obeyed the
command as well.  My shoulder blades were flat across my back and
my breasts were pressed against the material of my top.

Mrs. Reynolds lips quirked as she suppressed a smile at how well
she had trained me to obey her.  She looked back at Sue and said,
"Chin up.  Head high.  You are a beautiful woman and everyone
wants to look at you.  You owe them the chance to appreciate your
beauty.  Chest out!  Tummy in!"

Sue jumped to obey each command.  With each adjustment to her
posture, her expression became more confident and more
self-assured.

"That's it.  With your beauty and that attitude, you can wear
anything, or nothing at all.  Women will envy you and men will
worship you.  You've obviously worked very hard to look this good
and you deserve their admiration.  Moreover, you have an
obligation to show them how lovely you are. There is a shortage
of beauty in the world and you cannot be permitted to hide
yours."

Sue smiled at the thought that she deserved to be admired.  Mrs.
Reynolds rose and stood beside Sue's chair.

"You're wearing that gorgeous blouse like a sack.  Stand up and I
will fix it for you."

Sue stood up and Mrs. Reynolds turned her around to face her like
a mannequin in a store window or a recruit being taught how to
stand on parade.  Mrs. Reynolds studied the blouse and then undid
all the buttons but the one right at the level of Sue's bosom. 
Turning Sue around, she pulled the sides seams of the blouse out
and folded them back and overlapped then down to the tails and
tucked them smoothly into the back of Sue's shorts.  She turned
Sue around again and pulled the lapels open and pressed them back
to let Sue's collarbone show.  The blouse now opened in a wide V,
showing all of her cleavage, her chest, her throat, and her neck.
 With the tails tucked in, the blouse was snug across her breasts
and the outline of her nipples showed through clearly.  The lone
button in the middle looked like it would pop off any second.

Mrs. Reynolds raised the collar so it framed Sue's face and hair.
 The white cloth reflected more light under her jaw, giving her a
more radiant look.  She stepped back to her place at the table
and we all admired the improvement she had made to Sue.

The transformation was remarkable.  A plain white blouse that
looked attractive enough before had now become the center of
attention in the room, and deservedly so.  Sue looked like an
Amazon princess who was uncomfortable wearing clothes.  She
looked like the blouse was about to fall off her shoulders and
reveal all her native beauty.  The blouse moved with her every
breath and everyone in the room was entranced by the movement of
her breasts under the thin cloth.

Jim and Bud seemed to be holding their breath.  They were no
doubt engrossed in an attempt to mentally weaken the threads
holding the button in place.  Even Neeka was riveted by the
sight.  It seemed up to me to make some comment.

"Whoa!  Now that is a big difference.  You look marvelous.  How
does it feel?"

"It feels fine," Sue said.  "It's certainly cooler.  It's
comfortable enough.  I can feel the fabric moving on my skin,
now."  She ran her hands down the sides and then across the front
of her breasts.

Jim and Bud leaned forward in their chairs as if a magnet had
been turned on.  I would have bet good money that their cocks
were both rising in salute.  I know if I had one, it certainly
would have been trying to raise my skirt for a peek at Sue.  We
could all see that the close contact with the blouse was making
her nipples swell.

At first, Sue looked embarrassed again to have everyone stare at
her, then she recovered and resumed her pose.  Her nipples had
grown large enough so that even her areolas were visible under
the blouse.  From the way she shifted her hips and touched the
skin of her thighs below her shorts, I knew she was becoming very
turned on.

"May I make a suggestion?" I asked.

"Sure, Sam," Sue said.

"I think those shorts are riding too low on you.  The legs look
baggy.  You need to pull them up higher on your butt."

Sue tugged on the waistband and pulled the shorts a little
higher.  It didn't make a significant difference.

"Let me," Neeka said.  She took a firm grip on Sue's shorts and
yanked up firmly, pulling the shorts high enough so that Sue's
thighs were exposed and even a little of her rear end could be
seen. 

 Sue gave a yelp as the crotch was pulled deep into the crack of
her ass in back and slipped into her slit in front, spreading her
pussy lips into a cameltoe and grinding into her clit.  Her look
of distress quickly became a flush of arousal at the unfamiliar
contact with her sensitive areas.

"Yes, that's much batter," Mrs. Reynolds said.  "Now walk around
the table so we can all see the full effect."

Sue did as she was told, trying her best to ignore the zipper
teeth that I knew were threatening to bite through her panties
and into her clit.  She walked around the table, pausing beside
each of our chairs to let each of us appreciate the profound
change that just a tuck and a tug had made in her appearance. 
Neeka ran a finger into each leg of her shorts, pulling them
higher still and making them fit better around her legs.  I
pulled the tail of her shirt further behind her back and tucked
in into her shorts so that the front gapped open below that one
overstressed button, revealing a three-inch-wide strip of her
ripped abs.

"Oh, my!" Mrs. Reynolds exclaimed when she saw Sue's abdominals
bunching and rippling as she walked over to her chair.  "You've
been holding out on us, you naughty girl!  Come here!"

Sue stood compliantly as Mrs. Reynolds undid the fly of her
shorts and ran the zipper down three-quarters of the way and
locked it in place.  Then she folded the fly open and pressed it
down with her hands to reveal more of Sue's impressive
musculature.

"The more I see of you, the more impressed I am," she told Sue. 
"I'm beginning to think that earrings and necklace are about all
you should be allowed to wear after all.  And I'm having doubts
about the necklace.  Now go on and show the boys what hard work
can do to enhance natural beauty before they fall out of their
chairs."

Encouraged by all the flattery, Sue strutted over to stand and
pose between Jim and Bud.  She looked totally stunning.  I even
had to remind myself to finish the food on my plate rather than
just stare at her with the rest.  She stood with her torso
leaning slightly behind her hips.  This emphasized her abdominal
muscles and showed off the fact that her shorts were open so far
down that the top of her small strip of short brown pubic hair
was visible.

Both boys took maximum advantage of the opportunity to ogle Sue
at close range.  They paid quite a bit of attention to her legs
and her butt, both of which were layer on layer of sculpted
muscle, none of which was overdeveloped or out of proportion or
in any way less than feminine.  Mostly it was just that she had
worked hard to burn off as much body fat as she could and the
result was a supremely well-toned physique.

Most girls have a certain amount of fat under their skin.  It's
what creates many of our more interesting curves.  Sue had almost
no fat on her body.  Instead, she had muscles that flexed and
moved.  This created curves in places where most girls don't even
have places.  She was endlessly fascinating to watch, even if she
was just standing and posing.

Sue was obviously enjoying being admired at close range.  She
patiently posed and flexed whatever part of her anatomy Jim or
Bud chose to examine, even bending over so Jim could have a
better view of her breasts and turning a knee out to let Bud have
a closer look at her groin.

She didn't realize it, but the rest of us could see the damp spot
growing in the crotch of her shorts where they were wicking fluid
from inside her pussy.  She was getting off on being the center
of attention and being so blatantly scrutinized.

Her condition worsened when she happened to notice the physical
effect she was having on the two boys.  I couldn't see from where
I was sitting, but from the way her eyes got wider and she stared
down at them, both boys must have had serious bulges in their
pants.  On other males, the phenomenon might have been unnoticed,
hidden by a napkin or passed off as an unfortunate fold in the
cloth.  On either of these well-hung lads, an erection looked
like nothing but a really big cock straining to get out and cause
trouble.  The sight of one growing thickly down a thigh was a
guaranteed leg-opener for any girl.  For a 26-year-old virgin,
the sight of two rampant monsters like that must have been
intoxicating and compelling.

I'm sure it took quite a bit of will power for Sue to tear
herself away from such an appreciative audience.  She gave them a
final roll of her behind and went to stand next to Mrs. Reynolds,
who looked her up and down like she was a dessert cart loaded
with tempting delicacies.

Mrs. Reynolds reached out and put one finger on the inside of
Sue's left knee.  She slowly traced the outline of her sartorius
muscle up the inside of Sue's thigh and across to the outside of
her hip.

A bright flush of red came over Sue's face and spread down her
chest.  She gave a little moan and then clamped her knees
together and grabbed the back of Mrs. Reynolds' chair to keep
from collapsing as her orgasm disrupted her balance.

We all waited silently while Sue recovered enough to return to
her seat.  On the way Neeka reached out and squeezed her hand as
she walked past.

"That was beautiful, my dear," Mrs. Reynolds told her.  "Thank
you for sharing with us.  Now you sit and rest up a bit.  Those
of you who are able to stand can help clear the table."  She
picked up her own plate and glass and left the room for the
kitchen down the hall.

Neeka and I immediately jumped up and ran over to Jim and Bud to
check on their condition.  Both were pinned to their seats by the
rampant cocks that had swelled their pants legs.

"Poor Jim," Neeka said, petting Jim's cock and making matters
worse than they already were.  "Did Sue make you all big and
hard?"

"Yes," he said, "And if I could move without breaking it off, I'd
show you how big and hard it is!"

I decided not to tease Bud that way.  I wanted him to be kindly
inclined towards me when I suggested to him that Neeka and I
could be considered interchangeable sex partners if he and his
brother didn't mind.  I just bent over and shook my bells for him
and said, "You sit here and talk to Sue while we help out in the
kitchen, OK?  Just relax and think about something other than how
bad you want to fuck someone."  

So much for my restraint, I suppose.  He still smiled at me and
patted my fanny as I leaned over the table to gather up the dirty
dishes.

It took a couple of trips, but Neeka and I got every dish to the
kitchen and helped Mom scrape and rinse everything before she
loaded it into the dishwasher.

"Is it really safe to run the good china through the dishwasher?"
I asked her.

"If this was the good china, it would be," she said, "but this is
just the second-best set.  The best set is all custom-made
sterling silver   plates, goblets, flatware   the lot.  It's all
in a vault downtown and I have it delivered whenever I use it.  I
have to give them a one-day notice to have it brought out.  This
is just leaded crystal and porcelain in a standard commercial
pattern.  If we load it right, it should be fine.  Now you two
take the coffee in and I'll be along in a minute."

Every time I thought I was getting used to living in the
Reynolds' house, something would surprise me.  Finding out that
the 'good' dinner service   the stuff with the word 'Royal' in
the name and silver bands around the edges   was considered
dishwasher-safe and the really good service had to be delivered
by armored car was one of those surprises.  In the Kramer house,
the good stuff was those pieces that sort-of-matched and didn't
have motel names on them.

We were on our way back to the dining room when we heard voices
coming from the front parlor   what would normally be the living
room in most houses   which was easily large enough to
accommodate everyone in my English class, about 30 people.  We
carried the coffee in and set the tray on a sideboard that seemed
to be there for the purpose.

As we served the coffee, Sue said, "Jim and Bud were just telling
me that Mrs. Reynolds is one of the best-dressed women in town. 
I guess I haven't been getting out enough to know that.  There
are quite a few things I have learned today that I didn't know
before."

"Like how a small girl can be so strong?" Neeka asked, taking her
cup and sitting down next to Jim on the loveseat.  "We haven't
figured that out yet.  There are a few theories, but only
theories so far."

"Yes, that.  I didn't know if it was all right to talk about
that."

"In this house, it's OK," I said.  "Everyone here is already in
on the secret.  Or as much of it as they care to know or have had
time to learn.  I haven't kept things from them intentionally or
deliberately, but new things are happening all the time and some
things we don't understand well enough to explain yet.  I'm
definitely a work in progress."

The only place left to sit in the corner of the room where we
were was on the sofa next to Sue and I wanted to save that for
Mrs. Reynolds when she got finished in the kitchen.  Bud was
sitting in an overstuffed armchair, so I climbed into his lap and
curled up like a cat with my butt on his still-swollen cock.  He
grinned and used one arm to support my back, while stroking my
side affectionately.  I kicked off my shoes and leaned back on
him.  When I looked up at his face to see if I was making him
uncomfortable, he gave me a brotherly peck on the cheek.

"In that case, I won't ask any of the obvious questions about the
things you can do or ask you to bend that fireplace poker or
anything like that.  I had a very nice demonstration on the way
here," Sue said.  "I am curious about what you plan to do with
these powers."

"'Abilites', please." I said.  "'Powers' sounds so comic-book.  I
don't think I'll ever be able to fly, or command the forces of
nature, or shoot laser beams from my eyes, or turn invisible, or
have super vision, or super hearing, or super smelling...."  I
stopped short when I thought of something.

"What?" Jim said, laughing, "You have super smelling?"

"No, silly!  Well, maybe it's not so silly.  I just thought that
some of this depends on how you define it.  Like being able to
stop bullets..."

"You're bulletproof?" Sue said.

"NO!  Hell, no!  I mean, I did stop a bullet last week...oh heck,
this is just what I mean.  It depends on how you look at it.  Not
the bullet thing.  That was just a matter of wearing a bullet
resistant suit and being willing to endure a lot of pain.  No, I
mean...well, flying.  Can I soar like an eagle?  No.  Can I
plummet like a chicken?  Yes.  It's all in how you look at it. 
My eyesight seems to be getting better.  I can see things more
clearly and things further away than before."

"That's right," Bud said.  "She said she could see Mom looking
out the window from clear down the street.  She said I needed to
have my eyes looked at when I couldn't see the same thing."

"And today I heard the ambulance coming before anyone else."

"At least a minute before I did," Neeka said.  "And she's getting
stronger."

"Well, maybe she just needs a bath," Mrs. Reynolds said as she
walked into the room.  We all laughed while she poured herself a
cup of coffee and sat down on the love seat on Sue's left.  The
slit-side of her dress opened as she sat down, exposing her right
leg to the hip.  She crossed her leg over the other, ignoring the
amount of skin she was showing and laid her arm on the back of
the small sofa, not exactly around Sue, but companionably close.

Sue looked unsettled.  She glanced down at the naked leg and the
prominent bust of the stunning woman next to her as though she
were trying to resist temptation.  Mrs. Reynolds ignored this as
well.

"I'm sorry, that was cheap, but I couldn't pass up the chance to
get even with Miss LookAtMyNewSwimsuit here.  What were you
talking about?"

"Sam's abilities," Sue said.  "She was just explaining how
they've been developing."

"Tearing automobiles in half is a new one, all right." 

"I didn't tear it in half.  I just tore the roof off it.  And if
I broke part of the frame, too, then it must have been already
weakened by the crash."

"You seem defensive about this," Mrs. Reynolds said.  "Why?"

I thought about that for a second.  She was right.  I had been
defensive about it from the start.

"Because it was so easy," I said.  "I got all pumped up to do
something I thought would be hard, and it was just too freaking
easy."

"I get pumped up too, sometimes," Sue said.  "I don't tear cars
apart."

"All right!" I said, perhaps too sharply.  "Because it scares me.
 It scares me to think of what I could have done with all that
power.  There, there's something else that bothers me.  What I
felt today was nothing short of power.  Raw, ripping, power.  I
was soaked in it, saturated with it.  I dripped with it.  I felt
like I could have done...I don't know what.

"Sue asked what I was going to do with it.  I honestly don't
know, because I don't know how far this will go.  I sat in the
car afterwards, trying to deal with feeling like I could
do...anything.  I called it adrenalin, and the first few times it
happened, it felt like it, but today...it felt like pure energy.
It felt like I could have thrown a lightning bolt if I had wanted
to.  It's scaring me."

"She's wondering if she's going to be a girl with powers, or
powers with a girl," Neeka said, summarizing my deepest fear very
nicely.

"Yah.  I'm afraid of losing control of it.  It scares me to think
what could happen if I got really mad and threw a tantrum."

"Have you ever thrown a tantrum?  Have you ever smashed anything
when you were mad?" Mrs. Reynolds asked me.  'Mom' was beginning
to leak through a little.

"Well, no.  Not since I was three.  I have gotten mad enough to
spit.  But I've never lashed out and broken things, if that's
what you mean.  It just wouldn't have solved anything."

"Then you probably won't in the future.  We haven't seen anything
to indicate that this has changed your personality.  It's still
you in there, no matter what you are capable of, you are still
you."

That made me feel better.  It didn't kill the fear completely,
but it reassured me.

"Thanks," I said.  "That helps."

"If you get up one morning," Bud said, "and have an urge to put
on a black cape and a mask and declare your intention to rule the
world while laughing maniacally, then we'll know it has gotten to
be too much for you."

I looked him in the eye, thinking of what I could do to get even
with him for that remark.  About the time he began to look
uneasy, Sue said, "We've heard the cons.  What are the advantages
about having these abilities?  What do you enjoy about it?"

I didn't hesitate for an instant.  "Saving people.  Hands down,
number one answer.  Even with all my...concern about it getting
out of control, being able to keep someone safe from harm is
reason enough.  Especially kids.  I found that out during the
grocery store robbery."

"You mean the holdup at the Big Star supermarket?" Sue said. 
"That was on TV.  They said the SWAT Team handled that.  They
interviewed this arrogant bozo...what was his name?"

"Grogan," I said, recognizing the description right away.  Lt.
Grogan didn't seem to be getting anyone's respect.  I made a
mental note to try to be nicer to him the next time our paths
crossed.  I was poaching on his turf, even if he was taking the
credit.

"That's it.  He said...no, he implied that his SWAT people had
captured those robbers."

"That's the deal.  I do the work, the cops get the credit."

"That doesn't sound like a good deal to me."

"Heck, I don't want to be on TV.  I'd have no life at all.  My
family would be harassed day and night and some people from the
No Such Agency would probably come after me with a tranquilizer
gun and a net.  Thanks, but no thanks.  Besides, the cops could
use some saving too.  One for sure and there's a good chance I
kept a Police Detective Sergeant from a very unpleasant encounter
with a man who thinks torturing girls in his garage is a cool
hobby."

"The Torturer?  You caught him?"

"Yah.  Me.  That was a very educational afternoon.  I got some
nice jewelry out of it, too."

"You mean the bells?  The rings?"

"The same.  He had me tied down tight for most of the afternoon.
We both had a lot of fun until he found out I was enjoying things
more than he planned."

"You enjoyed being tortured?"  She sounded incredulous. I suppose
it did come out that way.

"Well, not at first.  But once I got over being scared, it was
pretty good.  Oh, look!  I have a trick to show you."  I hopped
up and went to the sideboard.  One of the drawers had a box of
big swizzle sticks that were just the right size, so I used one
to do my stick-through-the tongue trick.  Mrs. Reynolds went
completely 'Mom' on me and couldn't watch, but everyone else
thought it was cool.

"And that didn't hurt?"  Sue still didn't get it.

"Geff, ig hurg!"  I took the stick out of my tongue.  "Yes, it
hurt!  It hurt when he poked the hole in my tongue.  It hurt when
he pierced my nipples.  It hurt when he burned off my clit-hood
oops!  I wasn't going to say that.  Scratch that.  It hurt when
he electrocuted me.  It hurt when..."

"Hold it!"  Mom, said.  Mrs. Reynolds vanished completely.  "He
did what to what?"

"This is the part you didn't want to know, remember?"

"Well I know it now, dammit!  What did he do to you?"

"It's called a hoodectomy.  Or a clitoridotomy, if you want the
technical term.  He even had the right instrument for it, even if
he did use a branding iron with it."

"A branding iron!"  Mom was sounding like she was getting close
to the edge and I was becoming 'concerned'.

"Mom, I'm OK.  I had fun.  I caught the bad guy.  It's over.  I
just had some mods done to the bod, you know?  It's nothing
terrible.  His point was that most girls could benefit from the
operation, you know?  I'm sure that some of them did."

"The ones that are in the loony bin?  Or the ones that are still
in Intensive Care?  I watch the news too."

"OK, I'm not going to defend him.  I think he may have been a
victim, too.  But that doesn't justify what he did to those other
girls.  He only did three things to me that are permanent, and I
think two of them are almost certainly going to heal right up if
I want them to.  Actually, I'm not too sure about my hood.  I'll
show and tell if you promise to be calm."

"All right," she said, taking a couple of deep breaths.  "I'll
try to be calm.  I knew this was going to be dangerous.  I knew
there was always a chance you could be seriously hurt.  I
promised myself I could deal with it and I will.  You just
surprised me.  I'm OK now, so go ahead with what you were
saying."

I wanted to make sure that she understood that I was fine, that I
had come out of that homemade dungeon stronger and better than
when I went in.  I wanted to tell her what I had learned about
myself that was the real danger, but that was the part I couldn't
discuss.  If I told her that the greatest danger to me was the
possibility that I might yield to perverse, self-destructive
urges, she would lock me in my room and never let me out again,
just like Yvette had wanted to do.  The opportunity for that sort
of thing had to be pretty rare.  It might even never happen
again.  Now that I knew to be on my guard, it probably wasn't a
real threat.  I was rationalizing again.

"Well, he had this medical instrument.  He said he bought it from
a medical-supply place somewhere.  It looked like a pair of
pliers with curved plates for jaws, only the top one was just an
outline and...oh, you had to have been there.  Look...."

I unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor.  I pulled my
g-string down and stepped out of it as well.  I thought of going
around to everyone but the light in the room was too dim to see
well except directly under a lamp, so I hopped back up onto Bud's
lap and put the soles of my feet together and spread my knees
apart.  This pulled my mons flat and made my exposed clit really
stand out.

"You see.  He burned right around the edge all the way up.  He
took the whole thing right off."

Everyone crowded around to see, even Neeka, who had seen it
before.  Bud leaned around me to get a peek and I turned to put
my groin in the direct light of the table lamp beside the
armchair.  The comments were milder than I was afraid they might
be.

"I've never seen one without the hood," Sue said.  "It's bigger
than I thought.  Longer, too."

"That's what I noticed first," I said. "That there is more to a
clit than we are used to thinking of.  Without the hood, there's
nothing for it to hide in, so you can see the whole thing."

"It looks like you've been circumcised," Jim said.

"I think that's a pretty good analogy," I agreed.

"It doesn't look as bad as I was afraid it would," Mom said.  "It
doesn't really look disfigured or anything, just different.  How
does it feel?"

"Oh, wonderful!" I gushed.  "It's much more sensitive now.  I
have to exercise a great deal of restraint to keep my hands off
it.  Otherwise, I'd be playing with it all the time!"

"It's getting bigger," Bud observed.

"Well, everyone is staring at it," I said.  "And breathing on it.
 It's so sensitive I can feel the air blowing out of the vent on
it, too.  Of course, the bigger it gets, the more I can feel."

I put my hands under my butt to keep them out of the way and to
avoid the temptation of rubbing it right there in front of
everyone.  I thought that was safe, until I realized I had both
hands right on Bud's cock.  Instead of rubbing my sex, I squeezed
his.

"May I touch it?" Sue asked.

"Please do," I said.  It was growing like a weed now, and my
resistance was fading quickly.

Sue put her hand on it where it rose from just above the hump of
my pubic bone.  She slowly stroked it down the entire length all
the way to the tip.  He touch was like velvet and I shuddered
involuntarily, it felt so good.

Mom had to touch it as well.  She stroked it and then gave it a
gentle squeeze as it swelled up to the thickness of a
third-grader's fat pencil.  I bit my lip to keep from moaning
with pleasure.  I thought if I let them know how good it felt,
they might stop touching it and right then I couldn't bear the
thought of that.

"Wow!  How big does it get now?" Jim asked.  He hadn't had an
opportunity to see Sam's Clit Mark II, since he had been well
into my best friend the only other time it had been on display.

"Pretty big," I said.   "Not as big as yours, though.  But it's
probably more sensitive."

Neeka had to top everyone.  "I wonder if it tastes any
different?" she asked, immediately making me flush with a wave of
heat as I imagined a tongue gliding along the length of my clit,
making it wet and slick.

Everyone backed off and let Neeka kneel on the floor between
Bud's legs.  She bent over and put her mouth close to my clit,
but didn't touch it.  She sat there and thought about running her
hot little tongue over it, flicking it again and again to make it
bounce wobble back and forth, getting harder and bigger all the
time.

She stuck out her tongue and licked just the very tip, thinking
that if it got big enough, she could suck on it like a cock and
make me cum over and over again.

That was too much for me.  I moaned loudly and pushed my hips
forward, trying to get her to lick more of my clit.  I started to
pull my hands out from under me to rub it myself, but Bud grabbed
my wrists and held on.  I could have pulled free, but the idea of
being forced to endure Neeka's tongue on me with no control over
the situation made me so hot I almost came then.

Neeka kept teasing me until my clit had expanded to its full size
of almost three inches long and over a half-inch thick.  It
curved out and up and quivered when I moved, which was all the
time, because it felt so good to wiggle it like that.

"Oh, my!" Sue said.  "That is a big one!  I bet that feels
fantastic."

"Ummmm, it does.  It feels absolutely wonderful!"

Neeka kissed the end of it and then sucked it into her mouth all
the way, coating it with her saliva and then pulling back off to
let it cool in the air of the room.  I almost went nuts when she
did that.   It was like sticking it into Jolene, the same hot,
wet, tight sensation.  I think I started to cum then, but I was
so excited I couldn't really distinguish being so strongly turned
on from an orgasm.

Neeka sucked it into her mouth again, and Bud put his hand under
my chin and tilted my head back to kiss my open mouth.  I started
to cum harder at the feeling of having a tongue at both ends.

I broke the kiss and squirmed closer so I could lie back against
Bud and have him kiss me without either of us straining our
necks.  Neeka stayed glued to my clit, sucking it like she
expected cum to squirt out of it any second.

I glanced at Mom and Sue out of the corner of my eye.  They had
retreated to the love seat and Sue was watching Neeka suck my
clit with her mouth hanging open and her tongue moving around it
like she wished she were Neeka and could taste my flesh for
herself.  Mom had her hands under Sue's blouse, massaging her
breasts and rubbing her nipples.  I heard a moan and couldn't be
sure whose it was.  I looked down and saw Jim kneeling behind
Neeka.  He had her skirt up around her waist and had his hand
between her legs, working her pussy juice into froth with his
fingers.

It looked like everyone was going to have fun but Bud.  I raised
my butt and Neeka unzipped him and pulled his slacks down to his
ankles.  His big hard cock sprang free and I planted my feet on
the arms of the chair and arched my back high so Neeka could
shove the head of it into my soaking wet pussy.  As soon as I
felt it against my opening, I pushed down hard and impaled myself
on it.  After a frenzy of humping and shoving, I had him in me
all the way to the root and Neeka resumed sucking my clit, just
as Jim speared her pussy with his cock.  I saw her eyes roll and
then try to cross as his cock fought its way deep inside her.

With four of us connected like that, if was tricky to get a
rhythm going.  Since Jim seemed to be the key, we let him lead. 
He would thrust into Neeka, she would suck my clit into her
mouth, I would pull up slightly on Bud and then let my pussy
slide back down as Neeka backed off and Jim pulled out.  It was
something like a cheerleader routine where we had to do things in
a particular sequence.  I thought if cheerleading had been this
much fun, I never would have quit.

I reached a plateau of arousal where the fog parted enough for me
to focus on how everyone else was doing.  The first thing I did
was to check on Sue and Bambi.  The elegant dress was in a pile
on the floor and Sue's shorts and panties were on top of it. 
Sue's blouse was open and she was lying on top of Bambi, kissing
her passionately as they caressed each other.  I was mildly
surprised to see that Sue seemed to be the aggressor, but they
were both very much involved with each other.  So involved that
they were missing out on the team-fuck going on across from
them.

My attention was drawn back to my own situation when Bud reached
around me and cupped my breasts in his hands, pulling and
twisting my rings and giving me sensations I had never had before
as the metal loops moved in my flesh.  The next time I looked at
the love seat, it was empty.  The only thing left was the pile of
clothes on the floor.

Even having to accommodate and coordinate among the four of us,
it was majorly exciting to make love in a group.  I felt more
connected than I had even been, and not just from having a cock
in me and my clit in Neeka's mouth.  It was similar to how I had
felt on the roof Saturday afternoon, when we were all in a pile
and no one could tell who they were getting off.  It was a group
of people who were giving and taking pleasure from each other
while each of us conscious of our duty to the others.  'Team
fuck' seemed a good name for it.  We had to perform as a team to
make it work and when we were successful, everyone got the most
out of it.  It seemed to me to be a good model for optimizing
group dynamics, which meant I was letting my attention get too
far from the fun of the thing.

I relaxed and let my over-analytical brain take a vacation while
I concentrated on more immediate sensual and sexual matters.  I
tried to copy the feeling of what Neeka's mouth felt like on my
clit onto Bud's cock using the muscles in my pussy.  It must have
worked pretty well, or at least my efforts were appreciated,
because Bud started getting very worked up and his cock got very
hard inside me and started to twitch like he was going to cum any
second.

I tightened the ring of muscle in my cervix around the head of
his cock to seal in all his cum and I tried to squeeze his cock.

The feeling of having his cock trapped inside me until he came
pushed Bud over the edge.  He bucked twice and I felt his hot cum
hosing the top of my womb, filling me with his essence.  I moaned
into his mouth and kissed him hard to thank him for his gift,
just as my own orgasm spiked and the fireworks started up.

Neeka's orgasm matched mine and we shared the intense waves of
pleasure between us as we twitched and panted and moaned in an
orgasmic duet.

Jim came a few seconds later.  No male could have held out in the
face of our song of lust.  He pressed deeply into Neeka and
shuddered again and again as he poured himself into her.

When the boys had run down, we all mostly collapsed in place.  I
dropped my feet off the arms of the chair and closed my legs to
savor the feeling of a good cum and a cock inside me.  Neeka fell
back on top of Jim in the same situation.  Neither of us wanted
to part with those big cocks.  We both wanted to keep them just
where they were as long as possible.

"That was wonderful." Neeka said.

"Yeah," I agreed.  "I could get used to this.  What do you guys
think?  Does it bother you if we do it together like this?"

"Not at all," Jim said.  "It was a real turn-on."

"Fine by me, "Bud added.  "I hadn't done any group stuff until
this weekend.  That was really great and this was, too."

"I'm sorry I missed most of that," Jim said.  "But the red-headed
minx here had a bad case of hot pants and wouldn't let me up
until I made her cum three times."

That earned him a dig in the ribs from the minx in question.  He
took it good-naturedly.  

"So it didn't bother you, screwing in from of Mom?" I asked Jim.

"I didn't even think about that.  Even if I had, she and Sue were
so into each other that they weren't paying much attention to
us."

"I noticed that they seemed to hit it off pretty well," I said. 
"They must have snuck off upstairs while we were 'occupied'."

"We should check on them in an hour or so," Neeka said.  "They
might wear themselves out and fall asleep."

"Yeah," I said, "you know how old folks are."

That got me a raspberry from everyone.  After going to all the
trouble to prove to one and all that Bambi could pass for much
younger than her calendar age, I had no call to be making jokes
about 'old folks'.  Especially now that she had seduced a woman
eight years younger than herself while being 'Mrs. Reynolds'
instead of 'Bambi'.  I actually thought it was very appropriate
that two women who had managed to make their age so irrelevant  
one through beauty and style, the other through her magnificent
physique   had been so visibly attracted to each other.  For a
second, I was jealous that I wasn't upstairs with them.  

"Maybe later," I thought.  "Right now, this is very nice,
indeed."  Then I remembered a conversation Neeka and I had that
morning in the car and I wondered if this was a good time to
bring that up.  Neeka thought it was.

"Soooo," she said, hesitantly, wondering how to approach the
subject without injuring any male egos, "what do you guys do with
these cocks when we're not around?"

No one immediately jumped at the chance to answer that, so I
guessed it wasn't a subject that they were comfortable
discussing.

"Yeah, I'm curious too," I said, following her lead.  "I know I
have to frig myself off several times a day or I get distracted.
Do boys have the same problem or what?"

"Well..." Jim said, working himself up to talk about something
that personal, "I tried ignoring it, but you're right, it does
get distracting.  I tried taking cold showers, but you can't
spend the whole day in the shower, you know?"

"So what do you do about it?" Neeka asked, stroking his cheek.

"Heck, I beat off.  OK?  I pound the pud.  I choke the chicken."

"How about you, Bud?" I asked.  "Do you beat off, too?"

"Yeah.  You've been a lifesaver, but I still have to flog the
flounder or it gets hard and just won't go down.  It's
embarrassing, you know?"

"It gives me headaches if I don't jerk off regularly," Jim said.
"The pressure can be real bad, you know?  That stuff can back up
on you."

This was all fascinating information.  I knew boys masturbated,
but it sounded like they had a lot of the same problems I did if
they didn't.  What had been a case of trying to have the most fun
I could with people I cared about turned into a feeling of
responsibility to help them with their problem   or our problem.
I had been wondering if I was putting too much demand for sex on
Bud, using him to meet my need for a regular dose of male
hormones.  Now it seemed that I wasn't being available enough to
meet his needs.  Our idea of sharing looked better than I had
first thought.

"So...like, how many times a day do you jerk off?" Neeka asked
Jim.

"I dunno," Jim said, "three or four."

"How about you, Bud?" I asked.

"Gee, this is kinda personal, you know," he said.

"C'mon, you can tell me," I coaxed, clamping my pussy down on his
limp cock and squeezing it, "we're pretty intimate here, in case
you hadn't noticed."

"Oooo, that's nice," he said.  "You're amazing, how you can do
that, down there.  You better be careful or you'll get a
surprise."

"You're dodging the question, sport."

"OK, OK.  I do it three or four times a day.  Three, if you come
see me in the morning.  That really makes my day, you know."

"Why Bud!  I think that's one of the nicest things you've ever
said to me.  Thank you!  But you mean there are at least six
loads of cum between the two of you that are just going to waste?
 I think that's a damn shame!"

"Me too!" Neeka chimed in on cue.  "We've got to put a stop to
this wasting of natural resources.  We're supposed to be
conserving, you know."

"Hunh?" Bud said.  "You want us to quit jerking off?  That's
harsh!"

"No silly," I said, "She means if you're going to cum, we want
you to do it in one of us.  We're a couple of girls with very
thirsty pussies and we're not getting nearly enough cum in them.
That's not a problem, is it?"

"Noooo!" Jim said.  "No problem at all.  We can use all the help
we can get along those lines.  Can't we bro?"

"Oh yeah!  Like, you can have all I got.  I thought we were damn
lucky to have what we were getting, especially when you started
having your friends over and stuff.  I think we didn't want to,
you know, push our luck by seeming too...needy?"

"I'll tell you a secret, guys," I said.  "Girls absolutely love
to be needed.  Don't ever feel embarrassed about saying, "I need
you".  It makes us go all gooey inside.  So the next time one of
you needs relief, you just let one of us know and we'll take care
of your problem for you, OK?"

"Um...OK," Jim said.  "Either of you?"

"Yep.  Why?"

"Well, I just thought that...you and Bud, you know.  And Neeka
and I..."

Neeka spoke up, "It's still 'Neeka and I' Jim.  You're still my
guy and I'm still your girl.  This isn't about commitment or
relationships or...love.  Bud is still going with Jolene.  Sam is
still going with Steve.  You're cute ass is still mine, sweety. 
This is just about sex and having fun and making each other
happy.  If you and Sam hook up, that's not a problem for me.  I
hope if you walk in on me and Bud, it won't be a problem for
you."

"Neeka and I have this bond between us," I confided.  "I don't
know if you've noticed, but..."

"...we can to more than finish..."

"...each other's sentences."

"We can also..."

"...read each other's minds..."

"...and even experience each other's orgasms."

"So if we're within a few hundred feet of each other..."

"...if you fuck one of us, you're fucking us both.  See?"

"Tough to be jealous in a situation like that, you know?" I
finished.

"Holy cripes!" Jim said.  "That explains a lot of things.  I just
thought Neeka was really hot and could cum with almost no
provocation.  But it was really you.  That's really cool!"

"Wow!" Bud exclaimed.  Understanding spreading across his face. 
"So when you two are doing it together, that's got to be really
intense!"

"Very good!   You're absolutely right.  It's almost too intense.
We get so wrapped up in each other that we lose track.  It's
something that scares us a little, really.  We'd like to have a
spotter the next time.  It would help ease our minds if someone
was there to shake us out of it if we forget to come up for
air."

Two hands went up immediately followed by a chorus of "Me!  Me!"

"Noted.  The next time we'll call for a lifeguard to stand by and
dive in if we start to go under," I promised.  There seemed to be
a general feeling of excitement at the possibility of getting to
watch Neeka and I make love to each other.  I wondered if we
hadn't been missing a great opportunity.

"Would you like to see us do it now?" Neeka asked.  "Just for a
bit."

"Sure!"

"Yeah!"

I guess watching girls doing it was one of those things that
every guy got real turned on thinking about.  I can tell you that
girls don't get off on thinking about two guys doing it, though.
Another example of the sexual double-standard.  I filed that bit
of information away for future use.

"OK, let me get cleaned up here," Neeka said.  "I'm about to leak
all over the carpet."

She rolled to one side and Jim pulled his cock out of her.  She
pressed a hand between her legs and dashed for the powder room
down the hall.  Jim laid his wet and limp cock over his thigh to
dry and leaned back on his hands.

"How come you don't have to do that?" Bud asked as I unscrewed my
pussy from his cock.  It came out of me almost completely clean
and was no danger to the gold and rose brocade on the chair.

"I have it trained," I said, stroking my abdomen.  "I can go all
day with a belly full.  It's one of those kinky things that makes
me feel good, carrying cum inside me as long as I can.  That's
one reason I want as much of it as I can get."

"Fan-fucking-tastic!  That's seriously hot!" Bud said.

"No shit!" Jim agreed.  "That'll make my pecker proud, just
thinking about you keeping it warm, having it riding around with
you when you...do stuff."

"Like the car wreck today?"

"Yeah," Jim said.  "I think both of us want to tell you how
incredibly proud we are that you're our sister.  Even more so
since it was by choice.  When you kicked those two convicts out
of here, we felt kind of embarrassed that we didn't do more to
help.  But now we both feel really good about you going out and
helping other people, you know?"

"Yeah," Bud said.

"Thanks, Jim.  Thanks, Bud.  You have no idea how much it means
to me to hear that.  What I do has to be done without any
recognition at all.  That's the price I pay so we can have
private lives.  It's nice to hear that people I care about
appreciate the work I do."

"You think of it as a job?"  Jim asked.

"Yes.  It's my career.  It's very comforting to think of it like
that.  A lot of people don't know what they are cut out for. 
Some take a long time to find something they are good at.  I
already know what my job is, and I'm already doing it."

"Pay kind of sucks, doesn't it?"

I laughed.  I had said as much, myself.  "Yeah, but that's not a
problem right now.  Maybe later I can start billing for my
services.  What do superheroes charge, anyway?  Hourly?  Lump
sum?  Do I get per diem?  I can just see me submitting an expense
voucher for a torn cape or something."

They laughed too at the image of me filing an expense report for
wear and tear on my costume.

"Good thing you don't have a cape," Jim chuckled.

I nodded and laughed along, until it hit me.

"And how do you know that?"

"Uh, oh.  Busted.  OK, I confess.  We snuck into the workshop
after the contractor finished.  We saw the costume and the stuff
Mom got for you."

"We listened to the radio some, too.  But we didn't use the
microphone or anything." Bud added.  "Was it supposed to be a
secret?"

"I guess not from you two.  I had hoped to keep this very
hush-hush.  A 'what you don't know, you can't let slip' sort of
deal?  But that's OK.  This is working out much more publicly
than I expected.  Several people in the Sheriff's office and the
city Police Department know who I am and some of what I can do. 
Right now, I'll be happy if I can just stay out of the media, you
know?"

"Yeah, I don't really want to be on Fast Copy or Inside Report or
any of those programs."

"Or Gerry Sprinkler?"

"God no!  What was the one last week?  'Satanic Lesbian Dwarves,
and the Republicans Who Love Them'?  Jeeez!"

We all laughed loud and long at that.  Jim recovered before
either Bud or I did.

"Let me ask you something on another subject before Neeka comes
back, OK?" Jim said, seriously.

"OK, but..."

"It's just that I kinda have these feelings for her and all...and
I wondered if she was, you know, serious about me?  Has she ever
mentioned, you know, 'love'?   'Cause I'm getting pretty serious
about her and I want to know."

"Um, have you been paying attention here?  Did you fall asleep
when the part about us reading each other's minds was being
discussed?"

"Hunh?"

"She just heard every word you said.  She's on her way down the
hall right now with the answer to your question."

I barely had time to roll out of the way before a naked red-head
flashed past and threw herself onto Jim.  Bud and I watched
quietly as Neeka pinned Jim to the floor and kissed him so hard
and so long that he had to tap out to get her to let him
breathe.

"I guess that answers your question?"

"I guess it does."

"Would you still like to see a show?"

"Oh yeah!"

Neeka was so happy she was almost drunk.  It was shining out of
her like she had a 1000 watt bulb inside.  She threw her arms
around me and we both fell to the floor, hugging and kissing.  If
Jim wanted to watch us make love, she was going to give him the
best show possible.

I can't say about the quality of the show, but I know I've never
been made love to with such enthusiasm before.  I tried to match
her energy and give as good as I got, but I had to follow her
lead almost all the way.  Her joy and exuberance would have been
contagious even if she wasn't broadcasting it on every frequency
and it was a few minutes before I had a chance to check on the
effect we were having on our audience.

We were in a sixty-nine and licking away at each other hungrily
when I opened my eyes and looked up at the super-hard cock
hanging over my head.  It was Jim's and it was gorgeous.   The
head was so big and purple that it looked like it might explode
any second.  He was stroking it with both hands while watching us
with eyes that burned with lust.

I didn't need to hear from Neeka what she wanted me to do.  I
reached around her hips and grabbed Jim's cock and pulled it down
and put the head right in her slick opening.  Jim grunted and
pushed it inside her.

Neeka gave a sharp cry as the head popped inside.  I understood
why because I had seen her pussy stretch around it as it went in
and it sure looked like it would tear her, but it didn't.  Even
now, she was stretched thin around the full part of his shaft.

I was licking her ring of flesh where it looked like it was
pulled paper-thin to get some more lubrication going for her when
I felt something monstrously huge going inside me, too.  My head
fell back on the floor and I stopped breathing while my pussy got
the same kind of treatment.  I wanted to scream, but it felt so
good, I couldn't decide to react to the pain or the pleasure. 
The pleasure won out.

"We've been doing this sex thing all wrong," I thought to her
when I got over the shock.  "We've been doing it us or them. 
It's clear that we need to be doing us and then them.  I don't
think either of them has ever been this hard before."

"Yeah, we definitely should do this instead of foreplay if
watching us gets them this horny.  I...."

She was cut off by Jim pushing deeper into her.  I licked his
shaft and hugged her waist with my hands on her back and my
breasts pressed into her belly so I could feel his cock going
into her, realigning her organs as it went.  This was certainly a
different perspective to see experience this from down here.

I arched my back to get Bud's pole lined up in me when I felt the
tip of his cock tap my cervix.  He took the hint and pushed on
through and I climaxed right on cue with Neeka sucking my clit
and rubbing it with her tongue.  I fought off the urge to give my
consciousness over to the orgasm and returned the favor by
applying my tongue to her clit as Jim speared his cock into her
and his balls slammed into my face.

With no room to maneuver my tongue, I captured one of his balls
in my mouth and hung on, licking it instead of her.  Jim's balls
were even larger than Bud's and one of them almost filled my
mouth completely.  This limited his range of movement, but it
meant I wouldn't get beat to death by a pair of meaty testicles
while he fucked my friend.

Being on top, Neeka didn't have the same opportunity.  She just
kept on sucking my big clit, making me crazier each second. 
After a few minutes of this, I was cumming so hard that time
seemed to stop for me.  It seemed like we had been doing this
forever and it would go on just as long.  I tried to stay with
the group, but as Bud fucked me faster and faster with his
steel-hard cock, I just drifted off into my own little world
where there was nothing but wave after wave of incredible
pleasure and the eager anticipation that any minute I was going
to be filled with hot cum.

I was looking forward to getting creamed with a big load of
boy-cum the same way I imagined a druggie looked forward to
getting their next fix.  The sensation of the hot jet splattering
my insides always spiked my climax into orbit.  The feeling of
being pumped full was a wonderful sensation and I loved carrying
it around until it was finally absorbed into me   a process I
still had no clue about.  All I knew was that if I got it inside
my uterus, it never came back out.  I was clearly able to use the
hormones in cum somehow to regulate my own cravings, but how that
worked was a real mystery.

None of this bothered me at the moment.  I was just floating
along in a bubble of my own orgasm without a care, or even a
thought, in my head.  A good fucking could usually turn me into
the ultimate dumb blonde, thinking of nothing but the cock inside
me and how hard I was cumming on it.  It was one of the reasons I
liked sex so much   it completely shut down all the thousands of
little thoughts that cascaded unchecked through my head at other
times.

At the end of a wonderful vacation from reality, Bud blew his wad
into my womb and I had about two seconds to enjoy it before I
passed out from cumming so hard.  I must have only been out for a
short time, because the next thing I knew, a big cock dripping
with cum was rubbing across my lips and I started licking it
clean by reflex.

I still had several inches to go when a big drop of cum landed on
my chin and I looked up to see another oozing out of Neeka's
wide-open pussy.  I planted my lips around her labia and she
clenched her abdomen and forced Jim's massive load into my mouth.
 It almost drowned me before I managed to swallow enough to clear
my airway.  After that, I did my best to lick and suck Neeka
clean so she could stay and not have to run off to the bathroom
again.

Sometime during the clean-up process, she came again and so
perforce, did I.

Once she was sparkling clean, she rolled off me and climbed back
onto Jim's cock so she wouldn't have that empty feeling that
followed a good fucking with a big cock and having it go away
just when you had got used to it being there.

Bud hadn't pulled out of me, so I crawled up and wrapped myself
around him and hugged him to me while I floated into a damn fine
afterglow.  Bud hugged me back and rocked me gently back and
forth.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned into his chest.  "That was incredible!"

"Yeah," he said, as always, sparing with words.

"Too right," Jim said, taking up the slack in the conversation. 
"That was very, very, very wonderful.  My dick hurts it was so
hard."

"Should I kiss it and make it better?" Neeka asked him.

"You stay right where you are!"

Neeka smiled and snuggled against Jim, hunching her hips to try
to get even more of his still-stiff cock into her pussy.

It was getting late when we finally got enough energy back to get
to our feet.  The first thing that happened was we all had to run
to the bathroom at the same time.  The guest half-bath in the
downstairs hall could only hold one at a time, so Neeka and I ran
downstairs to use the larger one in the family room.

I let her go first while I danced around next to the stairs. 
After what seemed an hour, she came out and I took my turn.

When I came out, I said, "I wonder if we should look in on Sue
and Mom?  It's getting late and tomorrow is a school day."

"That sounds like something one of them should be saying, but
yes, I think we should.  They probably fell asleep."

We went back upstairs to the living room to get our clothes.  The
boys' clothes were gone, so we assumed that they had already gone
upstairs to their rooms.  We climbed the stairs to the second
floor and tiptoed down the hall to Mom's bedroom.

The door was closed, but not locked.  I turned the knob quietly
and opened the door a crack.  The light was out, but in the
moonlight from the windows, I could see two figures entwined on
the bed.  I snuck into the room as quietly as I could and set the
alarm for my usual time, figuring that Sue could spend the night,
ride to school with Neeka and me and be there in plenty of time
for her first class.

When I had retreated to the hallway and Neeka and I were almost
back to the stairs, I said, "They looked just too cute to
disturb.  Besides, I don't think Sue would have time to do
anything but go right to bed even if we did take her home this
time of night."

"You're right.  Let them sleep.  It's a good policy, never to
wake someone up unnecessarily." 

"Did you think of that, or did I?"

"I don't know.  I'm so tired I can't think straight."

"Me too.  Whose bed?  Bud, Jim, or me?"

"You, love.  If you promise I'll get some Zs.  Boys tend to wake
up in the middle of the night with hardons.  Guess what happens
then?"

"Wonderful things.  But we've both had our fill for a few hours.
Let's go to sleep."

I took off the bell pendants and put them in my jewelry box.  We
had a quick shower to wash the carpet fibers off and then we
collapsed into my big bed.  We were both sound asleep instantly.








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