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Life with Alpha

by A. Pseudonym


Chapter Seven:  Rogue


Codes:  MF, MF+, FF, MC, SciFi, anime, cartoon, comic book

Disclaimer:  Rogue/Anna Marie is owned by Marvel Comics and is used
here without permission for entertainment purposes only.  All
artificial persons herein are based on characters owned by their
creators, not the author.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogue_(comics)



	Author's Note:  I'm going to write this chapter a bit
differently.  It will shift between the points of view of Rogue, Power
Girl and possibly other characters, but not Frank.  But if you've read
the previous chapters, you should be able to pick out what's happening
behind the scenes fairly easily.
	Also note that I'm taking this version of Rogue from a few
years back in the comics.  Over the past decade, her powers have
varied between being powerless and almost all-powerful, from being
randomly out of control to being completely under her control.  So I'm
using what I consider to be classic Rogue.  (See notes at the end of
the previous chapter.)



Rogue
	I regained consciousness on the floor in an unfamiliar
hallway... entryway.  Front door maybe.  Stairs, I can see other
rooms.  Looks like a big house.
	The last thing I remember was Kurt had found some kind of
genie lamp.  We were all sure it was a joke or a trick of some kind,
so no one objected when Logan grabbed it and wished for a box of Cuban
cigars...  Which suddenly appeared in front of him on the ground.
	Now understand, I don't trust magic... but if this was real...
	I took the lamp and wished.  "Ah want mah mutant power to
stop.  Ah want to be able to touch people Ah love without hurting them
anymore."
	When I saw the genie's expression, I knew I had made a
mistake.  Then I blacked out.
	When I came to, I sat up and looked around.  It was dark
outside and I only had moonlight through the windows to see by.  It
looked like there was a circle of scattered dirt or ash or something
around me, but I couldn't tell what.  Then a light came on at the top
of the stairs and a blonde woman in a loosely tied robe stepped out,
saw me and jumped off the second story landing, charging towards me.
	I tried to fly, to jump into the air to avoid her attack, but
I fell flat on my face.


Kara
	Frank and I had enjoyed ourselves pretty thoroughly a couple
hours earlier.  Tonight I had him all to myself and we had played a
few rounds of 'hide the salami', talked a little while, then gone to
sleep.  Just good, clean, all-American fun.
	Around 4am, his TV turns itself on, flashing red and his
computer, Alpha, starts saying "Intruder Alert" real loud.  I don't
know if the others are getting the same message or not, since the
walls are pretty soundproof, but I don't think so.  (My hearing in
this world isn't anything like it is at home, but it's still better
than human.)
	Frank wakes right up, grabs his little earpiece and takes
control of the situation.  Gotta love him.  I know I do.
	"Alpha, status report."
	I can hear something faint from his earpiece, but can't make
it out.
	"Kara, one person in the entry hallway.  Appeared with no
apparent forced entry.  Go!"
	I start out, but before I reach the door... "Kara!  Robe?"
	Oops.  I'm stark naked.  While I'm sure the girls would
appreciate the view, I'd rather not show off to a burglar.
	While I grab my robe, he says, "Don't hurt him, we'll probably
need to hand him over to the police."  There's a brief pause, and he
says, "Sorry, her, not a him."
	I ask, "Is unconscious all right?" as I rush out, not
listening for a reply.
	When I reach the landing overlooking the entryway, I see a
woman standing in a dark circle on the floor below me.  She's maybe in
her late 20's or early 30's, has long brown hair with a skunk-like
streak of white in the front and has a gorgeous super-model's figure.
She's wearing a yellow/green jumpsuit of some sort with a leather
jacket.  If I didn't know better and if the outfit showed more skin,
I'd think she was a super-something.  (Super-ladies... heroes or
villains, love to show off some skin.)
	But there's no time to waste anyway.  As I jump the landing,
she looks like she's leaning forward and overextends and falls on her
face.  I'm on her before she can get back up.


Rogue
	So, I can't fly for some reason and fell flat on my face.
Before I can get up, the blond amazon is on top of me.  At least I'm
still strong enough to throw her off.
	I stand up quickly, in time to see her still embedded in the
stairway where she landed.  Oops, she's naked under the robe, which is
now mostly shredded.  And she's really stacked.  I mean, us X-Ladies
are kinda known for our 'healthy' figures, but just one of her breasts
is as a big as my head.  If I'm exaggerating, it's not by much... she
might even beat She-Hulk in a hot & hard body contest.
	And she's gotta be some kind of superpower, cause getting
knocked through the stairs didn't hurt her and she looks angry.  This
is gonna hurt.


Kara
	The skunk lady has superpowers, which I don't realize until
she throws me off of her and into the stairway, which actually almost
hurts.  I think it actually scraped up my skin a bit.
	The robe gets pretty shredded, but I don't really notice that
til a bit later.  Instead, I get right back up and launch myself at
her, fist first. 
	I try not to hit too hard at the beginning because I don't
want to kill her, but she takes every punch I throw and shrugs it off.
Eventually I'm going almost all out and she's finally showing some
signs of going down.
	She doesn't really seem to know how to fight.  I mean
seriously, who takes the time to pull off their gloves when they're in
the middle of a fist fight?  And if she had to remove them to use an
ability, a basic rule would be 'Don't wear gloves!'  Then she actually
tries to feel me up during a fight?
	I pick her up and get ready to throw her through the front
door when I hear Frank yell at me from behind, "Kara!"


Rogue
	So the blond boob lady gets up out of the smashed stairs and
starts punching. Normally, I'd be wiping the floor with her.  I mean,
she's maybe as strong as Beast, who just isn't in my weight class.
But I can't fly and my speed is all off. I'm not at normal human
strength at least, but there's no way I'm at my full Ms Marvel
strength either.
	I try to talk, but she doesn't seem to notice and I can't say
anything because she keeps hitting me.  Not hard enough to hurt... at
least, not at first. But her punches get harder and harder, til I'm
feeling them.
	I decide it's time to cool her down a bit, powerwise, and pull
off my gloves. She's picking me up to throw me when I touch her skin
and... nothing.  No surge or memories or powers.   
	My mutant power is gone!  And what bad timing.
	Before I go flying, a man's voice from behind us says, "Kara!
Please don't destroy our front door.  Who is she?"
	And, thank God, she stops.  She's still holding me above her
head, one hand grabbing the front neckline of my jumpsuit, one holding
my crotch.
	She shakes me a bit and says, "Well?  Who are you?"
	I gasp out, "Can ya put me down?  It's kinda hard ta talk like
this."
	Blondie says, "If you try anything, you'll regret it," and she
carefully puts me down, feet first.
	"Ah'm called Rogue.  Where am I?"
	I look around as I talk.  Blondie is bleeding a little from
scratches on her back and arms, but she obviously isn't hurt much.
And I don't know if she's noticed that she's showing off her goodies
to everyone... or maybe she just doesn't care.
	We've apparently attracted a small audience of girls watching
us from second floor railing, but I ignore them for now.
	The man who was talking behind us is naked except for his
boxers.  He looks to be about my age, in good shape and pretty cute.
	He says, "Rogue?" like I'm lyin' to him.  "Rogue, like the...
hmmm..." and he starts looking at me all weird.  He walks around me,
lookin' me up and down.  Then he kneels down by the remains of that
weird circle of ashes I woke up in.
	"Anna Marie?"
	I kinda jump at that.  "Where did ya here that name?"
	"Is it your name?"
	I'm kinda hesitant now.  Maybe he's telepathic.  Can you hear
me thinking at you?
	No response.  
	CAN-YOU-HEAR-MY-THOUGHTS?
	The professor and Jean get mad when I yell my thoughts at them
like this, but it does get their attention.
	But still no response.  So probably not a telepath.  For some
reason I can't stop thinking about how good he looks.  I try to shake
it off.
	I finally answer, but with a question.  "Who are you?"
	"I'm the owner of the house you're in.  Uninvited, I might
add.  Now please, I'm trying to be patient and courteous... we haven't
even called the police yet. What's your name?"
	"Anna Marie Raven."
	He leans in close and whispers to me, "I'd be willing to bet
Raven wasn't the family name you were born with, was it?  Something
you got from Ms Darkholme?"
	I'm getting a bit scared at this point, but you wouldn't know
it by my libido.  Does he smell nice too?  I can't really smell
anything specific, but I'd swear he smells like sex.
	He continues in a normal voice.  "Why don't we all calm down a
bit and you can tell us your story, if you don't mind.  Then we can
decide what to do with you."
	"But Frank, she broke in!" says the blonde boobie.
	"The security cameras say she just appeared.  I think she's
kinda like you, in more ways than one.  I want to hear her out."  He
looks up at the ladies looking down at us from the railing.  "You can
join us or not, your choice... though if one of you could bring down
an extra robe for Kara, that would be greatly appreciated.  I think
you'll need to take the back stairs like I did."  
	He's looking at the smashed staircase.  I'm pretty sure they
could get up and down it without hurting themselves, but he's probably
right.  Better safe than sorry.
	About a minute later, we're all in a sitting room of some
kind.  An Asian girl handed blonde boobie - Kara, was it? -- a new
robe and starts cleaning her scrapes with a clean cloth, but Kara's
still hovering behind me like I'm a demon in disguise.  I suppose to
be technically fair, demons have disguised themselves as me before,
but it's not like it's a common occurrence.


Jane
	So Daria and I are sleeping peacefully -- and let me tell you,
sleeping with Daria's lively nighttime elbows takes some getting used
to -- when someone bangs on our door.  Loudly.
	I mean, come on!  It's some o'clock in the morning that has
until now been entirely theoretical, mythical even.
	But I wake up enough to hear something loud happening
downstairs.  I shove Daria enough to make sure she's suffering right
alongside with me, put on my robe and trudge out into the hall.
Kasumi and Rei are both out there already, looking over the railing to
the entry hallway.
	It sounds like there's a fight going on, which turns out to be
exactly the case.  Kara is playing Power Girl with a burglar or
something... a sexxxy burglar.
	(Dammit.  I gotta keep this in check.  My hormones have been
totally out of control even since I arrived in Texas.  Been making a
conscious and successful effort to keep them mostly in check
recently.)
	The stairs are kinda smashed up and there are big dents in
some of the walls. I'd say Kara's gonna really hurt this chick, but
she seems to be holding up pretty well.  Or at least Kara is the only
one bleeding.  She looks kinda scratched up on her back, and her robe
is all shredded.
	I hear Frank from somewhere below us stopping the fight.
Darn, I was hoping for some oil or jello wrestling next.  
	The new girl says her name is Rogue.  Has a pretty thick
southern accent too.  Frank calls her Anna Marie like he knows her.
Something weird is going on.  Beyond the obvious, that is.
	Still, we head down the back stairs to join the group and
watch the fun.  Kasumi stops off for an extra robe and some stuff in
the bathroom.
	When we get down there, Anna Marie Rogue, or whatever her name
is, is sitting in a chair in the den with Kara standing behind her
looking at her like she wants to jump her... and not the good kind of
'jump her' either.
	I finally get a good look at her and realize her weird hair
color wasn't just a trick of poor lighting before.  For some reason
she bleached part of her hair in front so it's pure white.  Weird.
She doesn't look goth or punk.
	She keeps looking at Frank, then away, then back at him.
Awww, isn't that cute... she has a crush on him!  I guess he is kinda
looking pretty scrumptious right now in just his boxers.  When he sits
down, you can see his johnson poking out the leghole, and I don't
think he's noticed it yet.  Looks to be at half-mast.  Maybe he likes
watching catfights.
	Kasumi pulls off Kara's shredded robe and starts cleaning her
scrapes up. Kara's obviously trying to be a tough chick, trying her
best not to cry when Kasumi sprays each one down with disinfectant
spray before applying a bandage.  But if you watch closely, you can
see a little wince each time.


Kara
	Ouch, ouch, ouch.  Darn that spray really, REALLY stings.
	That's the trouble with being mostly invulnerable.  When you
actually do get hurt, you aren't used to it.  I'm sure my eyes are
watering.  Dammit, I'm Power Girl.  I'm one of the toughest two women
in the world, side-by-side with Wonder Woman.  And this damn little
spray bottle is almost making me cry.
	At least I'm behind Anna Marie Rogue... I think I'll just call
her skunk lady.  Maybe not to her face, but it seems to fit, visually
at least.  Anyway at least she can't watch me wincing.  Shoulda thrown
her into the stairs, see if she likes being tortured with Lanacane.
	And Kasumi's done.  Thank you God, she put the spray can away
and I didn't cry.  Just some bandaids and we're done.
	So, what's skunk lady been saying while I've been suffering in
silence?  
	Blah, blah, blah, doesn't know what happened.  Blah, blah,
woke up here.  What the hell is an X-man?  And they found a genie?
	Is she... oh no, she isn't... she is!  She's giving Frank the
look!  Dammit, now I really want to pound on her some more.
	And now I have to make myself focus on her, because I just
noticed that Frank's wiener is poking out of the leghole of his boxers
and if I let myself, I'm sure I'll just stare at it and ignore the
prisoner.  I wish Kasumi would notice.  She'd blush but have no
problem pointing it out to him.


Rogue
	So I'm sitting here, being interrogated with a naked hot chick
watching me from behind and an audience of women nearby on a couch,
and I'm getting horny?  This makes no sense.
	Well, fighting sometimes gets me worked up, but not like this.
Maybe part of my problem is that everyone is nearly naked.  My arrival
got them out of bed, and I think half of them sleep naked or
something.  Not that I'm especially into girls, but they are nice to
look at.
	Frank says, "So you wished to be free of your mutant power.
What was your exact wording?"
	I think for a moment.  "Ah said, 'Ah wish mah mutant power
would stop.'"
	"So let's parse that a bit.  You didn't wish for your power to
end or not exist or be removed, you wished for it to stop.  So you
were sent somewhere where it wouldn't work.  That makes sense."  He
has a nice deep, smooth voice.  When he talks to me, it's like my
clitty vibrates a little with each word.
	Oh god, his penis is poking out of his shorts.  How
embarrassing.  And he hasn't noticed.  Let's see... don't stare...
circumsized... not fully erect, so it's gotta be over... say, 7 or 8
inches at least.
	"Did you say anything else?  There must be a reason why you
were sent here specifically."
	I refocus my thoughts back onto the topic.  "Uhh, not really.
Ah just said Ah wanted to be able to touch people ah love without
hurtin them anymore."
	"But you didn't wish for anyone you love to go with you.  So
you were sent somewhere where you'd be able to find..."
	He lets the sentence trail off, and I can feel myself
blushing.  What a situation.  Part of me wants to flirt and vamp it
up.  Part of me wants to run away.  Part of me wants to cry.
	And he finally noticed his 'exposure'.  He doesn't blush, but
he does grab a throw pillow and uses it to cover his lap.
	I close my eyes and try to get myself under control.  Frank
starts talking again.
	"The bad news is that you're now in a world where superheroes
and superpowers are fictional.  We have no way to get you home.  If
anyone comes after you, the odds are good that their powers or devices
won't work right here and they'll be trapped too.  
	"Kara is in the same boat as you... kind of.  She's a
superhero in her home dimension too.  If she's a good basis for
comparison, our laws of physics and reality don't allow for the more
exotic weirdness that may exist in your world."
	"The good news is that I have experience helping people
displaced from their homes.  I have plenty of room and can probably
create an identity for you in this world.  Since we don't know you as
anything more than a fictional character, there may be trust issues to
begin with..." 
	Here he spoke a bit more loudly; I opened my eyes and saw he
was addressing everyone.  "... But everyone here has their own
experience with losing their friends and family and having to start
over.  Right?  So we'll try to be understanding and make her feel
welcome."
	Okay, I've gathered myself a bit.  Time to look a gift horse
in the mouth.
	"Please don't take this the wrong way, because Ah really
appreciate your kindness after Ah showed up so abruptly.  But Ah think
somethin else is goin on here.  You haven't even asked what mah mutant
power is or who the X-Men are.  If this really is another world, and
one without mutants or powers on top of that, there's no way y'all
could know anythin about us.  Y'see Ah'm thinking that maybe this is
all just a trick of some sort."
	He gets a weird little smile on his face that worries me a
bit.  Puts me on edge.  Then he stands up, adjusts his boxers,
discards the pillow and crooks his finger at me.
	"If I could crave your indulgence for a minute, I'd like to
show you something to answer your questions."
	He starts walking to the front stairs, then abruptly changes
directions and takes me to another, smaller staircase in the back of
the house.  I can feel myself fighting off a blush.  Stairs weren't my
fault.  I didn't start the fight.
	Kara, the blonde boobie super-lady, now redressed in a fresh
robe, is following us closely.  Regardless of what he said, she
obviously isn't ready to trust me yet.
	Frank takes me up to a room on the third floor which is full
of long white boxes on deep shelves along two walls, with bookcases on
a third and reading lamps and chairs and a table set up in the middle.
	He pulls out one of the boxes, opens it and pulls something
out.  On the table in the center of the room he tosses down an X-men
comic book in a plastic bag with a cardboard backing... with what is
obviously a drawing of me on the cover.  I can feel my jaw dropping to
the floor.
	"The Uncanny X-Men is a popular comic book series that has
branched out to include half a dozen other X-Men-related series and
miniseries."  
	He slaps three of the long boxes.  "Each of these boxes is
full of X-Men and related comics, including..."  He goes digging into
another box and comes out with a small handful of Rogue comics.  "...
your own miniseries."
	I haven't touched any of these yet.  I think I'm afraid to do
so.
	"You... you called me fictional... this is what you meant."
	"Yes.  I don't know how accurate the stories and characters
are, but you're welcome to read them all."
	He walks up next to me.  "I know this is a lot to take in
right now, and I'll give you some time to think and adjust.  But if I
can emphasize one positive point..."
	He reaches out and touches my face, cupping my cheek... and
just leaves his hand there.  There's no rush of energy or memories,
just the touch of warm flesh. I haven't felt this since... since...
the Savage Land with Magneto?  And how long ago was that?
	I lose myself in the feeling of flesh-on-flesh and almost miss
him talking to Kara.
	"Her mutant power let her absorb other people's memories and
powers when she touched their skin.  She couldn't ever come in contact
with another human being without hurting them.  Until now."
	He pulls his hand away and I'm suddenly crying.  This is too
much too fast.
	He sees me crying and hugs me.
	"It's okay," he's saying.  "You need time to process this.
It's okay. It's... tight..."
	I'm hugging him back, feeling his bare flesh.  Not feeling him
up, just touching his skin everywhere I can reach.  I feel Kara
grabbing my hands, prying me off him a bit and suddenly realize I was
squeezing him harder than I should have. She may be superstrong, but
he obviously isn't.
	I jump back away from him, saying "Sorry, sorry bout that".
	He coughs once and says, "No problem.  No harm, no foul.  Are
you hungry?"
	All of a sudden I realize I'm starving.  It's only been six
hours or so since my last meal, but I feel like I haven't eaten in a
month.  My stomach growls loudly.
	He grins.  "To the kitchen."


Kara
	Darn it, now I almost feel sorry for skunk lady.
	It's sounding like she may be stuck here with no chance of
going home.
	Frank touches her face and tells me about her mutant power and
how it has ruined her life.  And now she's crying.  Dammit, now I
officially feel sorry for her.
	Still, feeling sorry for someone and trusting them are two
different things. I'll have to read some of these comics later, see
what she's like.
	While I'm glancing at the covers of some of the comics on the
table, Frank started hugging her.  He's too nice sometimes.  And it
looks like he's having trouble breathing.
	I pry her arms off him, trying to be gentle.  The last thing I
want to do is have her think I'm trying to start another fight with
Frank in the middle. (Although at the same time, I have to wonder if
he might get off on it.)
	So he offers food and we're off to the kitchen.  For once,
Kasumi wasn't psychic enough to predict that someone needed food, so
we're scrounging for our own breakfast at 5 am.
	I'm able to pull Frank aside for a short whispered chat.  (I
hope Rogue doesn't have super hearing.)
	"So you're really going to just let her move in?  Just like
that?"
	"Well, it's up to her, but I think she needs our help more
than you did."
	I give him a look.  "Why, that's amazing.  I never would have
realized there was a parallel between my situation and hers.  But
seriously, there's something about her I just don't trust."
	"That's fine, potentially good even.  An added level of 'just
in case' for safety.  But don't let it mean you refuse to give her a
chance.  Now why don't you go get dressed?"
	"Why don't you?"  He looks down at himself.  I think he
actually forgot he was walking around in his undershorts.  He actually
blushes a little bit.


Rogue
	I see Frank and Kara whispering with each other while I'm
eating my eggs and toast.  They're obviously talking about me, and I
can't say I blame them.
	I should just leave, get out of their hair.  But where would I
go?  Plus there's something about Frank that just makes me want to
spend time with him. Actually probably a couple of things about him.
And among other things, I need to put on some clean underwear.  My
panties must be soaked through completely.
	Which suddenly makes me realize I have no clothes but what I'm
wearing right now.  We don't carry our drivers licenses or credit
cards or much of anything when we're suited up, so I have nothing I
can even use to buy new clothes.
	So it's either steal what I need, beg for it on the street or
see how far my hosts' generosity extends.
	Frank speaks up and says, "Anna, we're going to go get
dressed.  Help yourself to anything in the kitchen.  If you'd prefer,
there's a TV and computer in through there," and he points off to his
right.  "We'll be back in a few minutes."
	Then he grabs Kara by the arm and pulls her with him out of
the room towards the back stairs.  Having wrestled with her myself, I
know there's no way he could force her if she really didn't want to
leave.
	At this point, I've inhaled twice as much breakfast as I
normally do and decide I need to stop eating.  I get up and start
wandering around the house.
	I find his TV and turn it on to a news station while the
computer is booting up.  Some of the faces are familiar -- both
reporters and subjects of the news stories -- but there's nothing
about mutants or the mutant threat or even an Avengers Watch segment.
	And the date.  It's almost 10 years in the future, but looking
at things, I think their technology is behind ours at home by at least
that much.
	Once I'm online, I start doing searches -- I've never been a
computer whiz, but I can do basic searches for information.
	I start out searching for X-Men references.  There are links
to something called Marvel Comics... wikipedia... is that a movie
series?  And cartoons?  And Anna Paquin, while cute in her own right,
looks nothing like me!
	I search again for mutants?  Some movies and... well, the
references are all over the place.  The actual human mutations I find
reference to are either sideshow freaks or articles about human
evolutionary theory.


Kara
	Frank assured me that Alpha would keep an eye on Rogue, so I
reluctantly agreed that maybe I shouldn't spend the day in a borrowed
robe.
	I brush my teeth, shower and dress in record time.  Well, not
really.  Record time for not having any superspeed at my disposal.
	I find Rogue on the computer in the entertainment room.  She's
searching for "Avengers" for some reason. 
	After I've been watching her quietly for a minute, she turns
to face me.  "Ah know ya don't trust me, but Ah didn't come here to
cause trouble.  Ah didn't even choose to come here."
	"You showed up inside our front door.  That's not a
coincidence."
	"No, Ah suppose it's probably not.  But that doesn't mean Ah
know why or what it means."
	She looks away from me as she says that.  She's hiding
something.  And she's... blushing?


Rogue
	As I answer her, I'm trying not to think about what Frank
said... about the second half of my wish -- "Ah want to be able to
touch people Ah love without hurting them anymore."
	No one I knew came with me for the trip, so that means the
people here are... are... touchable.  I'll leave it at that for now.
	We stumble through another few minutes of conversation.  I
find out that we're just outside Fort Worth, TX... who the other girls
in the house are... that Daria and Jane go to college... that Kasumi
is taking junior college courses and will probably move to a real
college in another year or two... and that Kara is on vacation, but
won't say from what.
	Our stumbling conversation ends when we hear noises coming
from the kitchen. We investigate to find Frank cleaning up after my
breakfast.  I blush a little, feeling guilty that I didn't think to do
that myself.
	What is wrong with me?  I don't blush.  I don't cry... not
where anyone can see me.  It's like my heart races every time I see
him.  Maybe it's just because he touched me.
	I move over and help him dry the pans and plates and
silverware.  And every time he hands me a wet dish, I try to brush his
fingers, and every time I do, my heart jumps and my pussy gets a
little wetter.
	I don't know if this is love or not, but I really want to jump
his bones.  I'm pretty sure he's sleeping with Kara, and I don't want
to break them up or anything... but I'm almost past the point of
caring.  Which is RIDICULOUS!  I've only known him for an hour or so,
and I'm ready to jump into bed with him?  Maybe he has a secret mutant
pheromone power, but he seems like such a nice guy.
	After we finish, he gives me a tour of the house, with Kara
tagging along of course.  It's not as big as the X-Mansion, but it is
pretty big. 
	When we get to the exercise room, Kara asks how strong I am.
I reply that I am not nearly as strong now as I was on my home Earth.
	She challenges me to pick up the barbell, which is seriously
loaded down.  It must be 500 lbs or so total.  I can lift it fine, but
it takes actual effort.  Just a couple of hours ago I could have
tossed it around with one hand without a problem.  This drained power
level I'm at will take some getting used to.
	They have a new pool in the back yard with a hot tub, a nice
brick privacy fence around the 2 acre backyard, and a small area set
aside for an oriental-style garden Kasumi is planning out.
	He explains that his basement is off limits normally, but that
everyone gets a tour when they first arrive so no one has nightmares
of mad science down there. Half of the basement is full of computers.
Me, I'm used to the idea of one really big computer, not 30 smaller
computers linked together.
	The other half of the basement reminds me a bit of Hank's lab.
	"I'm working on theoretical nanotechnology applications,"
Frank tells me when I ask what he's working on.  "My first success was
nanites that can clean clothes.  Not practical unless you're willing
to spend $10,000 per cleaning, but it worked as a great first test."
	He takes me upstairs and shows me a bedroom on the third
floor.  It's hard to describe.  I feel like I'm on an impressionist
version of a tropical island.  Bright and cheery, but not oppressively
so.  There's even an odd metal sculpture with palm fronds that look
like they used to be sawblades.
	Frank tells me this is my room if I want to stay for awhile.
The bed is king size and there's a nice size closet and a door that
connects to a shared bathroom. It's probably twice as big as my room
at the X-Mansion.
	"Later this morning, we'll take a trip into town and buy you
some clothes and essentials.  Do you want to rest or clean up or
anything?"
	Suddenly, I feel filthy and smelly.  I know I shouldn't smell
too bad, but I really want some fresh panties and a bath or shower.
	Frank asks Kara if she can loan me a change of clothes for
today.  Kara obviously isn't thrilled at the prospect, but she leaves
to go to her room.  Her stuff should fit me, but will probably be a
bit loose.
	Frank take a close look at me.  I suppose I'm probably a bit
unsteady at the moment.
	He says, "I'll let you clean up, but..."  He pauses and moves
close to me. "Are you all right?  Can I help you somehow
specifically?"
	He's so close I can smell him.  Or... well, he's doesn't
actually smell of much of anything I can place, but it feels like he
smells like sex.  I want to grab him and stick my tongue down his
throat.
	He puts his hand on my shoulder... just a friendly reassuring
gesture, but it's almost too much.  I hug him firmly (no crushing like
before) and I can feel tears start to well up in my eyes again.
Dammit.
	I see Kara coming back in the room, clothes draped over her
arm.
	I defiantly give him another squeeze, then let him go, trying
to surreptitiously wipe my eyes before they start dripping. 


Kara
	Darn.  I was trying to decide if I should get angry or not
when I walked back in to find her hugging Frank, but she's crying
again.  Not streaming tears or anything, but definitely crying.
	It's getting harder and harder to dislike her.  I just hope
she isn't this weepy all the time.  I suppose she's just emotionally
vulnerable right now.
	I sigh.  I don't think Frank has noticed the tears yet, so I
guess I'll have to do the sisterhood thing and help her out.
	"Frank, out."  He looks at me quizzically.  "She needs to
strip and wash up. Out."
	He smiles a bit and leaves.
	I look at her critically.  "All right, strip and let's get you
cleaned up."
	"Ah can wash mahself just fine."
	"I'm sure you can, but I figure we can have a woman-to-woman
talk."
	I put the clothes down on the bed and started pulling off her
leather jacket. Reluctantly she let me and started hesitantly
unzipping her yellow/green jumpsuit.
	"I guess it's obvious I don't trust you.  Frank's willing to
give you the benefit of the doubt, but he's a very trusting person.
And I don't want him to be hurt."
	At this point she's sitting on the bed trying to pull the
skin-tight leggings off.
	"Ah don't understand.  Ah thought you and he were..."
	"An item?  Well, it's... it's complicated.  As far as I go,
I've known him since he was 10 years old, and we've been sleeping
together since he was 21.  But I can't stay here permanently, so we're
not exclusive.  I just feel... protective of him.  He tries his best
to help anyone he meets who needs it."
	"He does seem very nice," Rogue says as she frees her first
leg.
	"All the girls in this house have lost their families or their
homes or both, and half of us can't pay him rent, but he let's us all
stay here and pays for our food and clothes and such."  
	I help pull her other leg free.  She does have great legs.
Really smooth and long and beautiful.  Nice rack too.  Smaller than
mine, of course, but her chest has got to be a C cup at least.  I
leave her to remove her underwear in peace and take the spare
toothbrush and toothpaste I dug up into the bathroom for her and start
the water running so it can warm up.
	When Rogue comes into the bathroom, she's naked and trying to
cover up her tits and pussy.  I avert my gaze a bit out of politeness.
Still, I catch a look at her in the mirrors though as she wraps up
modestly with a towel.  Bare pussy lips with a thatch of brown hair
above, and it looks pretty wet.  I briefly wonder if she's bi.  If she
is, I could actually end up with a playmate with whom I could be
energetic.
	As she quickly brushes her teeth, I continue.  "If you want to
sleep with him, and he wants to sleep with you, go ahead."
Shockingly, my teeth are not clenched as I say this.  "Just understand
that if you hurt him, I'll hurt you much worse.  And you should also
understand that he won't be exclusive to you."
	She's silent at this for a moment as she brushes.
	After she spits, she says, "That doesn't seem right.  How can
you put up with him sleeping around?"
	"He's not.  Not really.  I know he loves me, and I know he
loves the others. It's just... I think he can't bear to hurt anyone by
refusing them."
	I don't tell her that if I was actually able to stay here
permanently, I'm pretty sure I could make him exclusively mine.  Or at
least primarily mine, since I actually don't mind inviting pretty
ladies to join us in bed sometimes.
	"The others?"
	Oops.
	"Ya mean he's sleepin with the other girls here too?"
	"Sometimes.  He just... he wants to make us all happy.  And we
all wanted to sleep with him."
	"And all of y'all are okay with this?  With him sleepin around
on y'all?"
	"It's not like it's a secret.  We even worked out a schedule
to share him among us.  And on the upside, he is a wonderful lover.
I've had more orgasms with him than the entire rest of my life
combined.  He always makes sure we're satisfied.  I can get wet just
thinking about it sometimes."
	I pause for a moment.  I really didn't mean to spring this all
on her at once, but it's only fair that she knows what Frank's
situation is before she tries to jump him.
	"Get to know him.  Get to know the other girls.  This isn't an
orgy-house, and we aren't sex-crazed lunatics.  Well... maybe Jane is,
but don't tell her I told you that.
	"Rogue... Anna, I'm not trying to be rude or ask questions
that are too personal, but with your power... are you a virgin?"
	I can see her start to get offended, then backtrack to get
herself under control.
	"No, there was a brief time when Ah was in the Savage Lands
when... well, it's none of ya business, but no, Ah'm not a virgin.
Although at the same time, Ah must confess that it was a brief and
unsatisfyin relationship with an untrustworthy man."
	"Well, if you want to experience a good time in bed, Frank is
worth your time, even if you're not willing to share him in the long
run."
	What the hell am I saying?  I don't actually want them to get
together, do I? My time with Frank is already too limited without
adding another woman to the mix. I suppose I just can't stand to think
of someone never having had good sex in their life when Frank is
available to show them what a good tumble is like.
	I sigh to myself.  Maybe if she's trustworthy I can convince
her to stick around so Frank will have a good bodyguard when I get
pulled back home.  Yeah, that's the rationalization I'll use for now.
	"Hop in the shower.  I'll go grab some shampoo and a hairdryer
and brush for you."


Rogue
	Kara leaves and I step in the shower.  I love it when the
shower is nice and hot and steamy.  I've always enjoyed showers,
enjoyed the pulse of the water on my bare skin.  Since other people
couldn't touch me without being hurt, I liked to close my eyes imagine
that the water pulses were the touches of men... Gambit mostly, but
also Erik and Cody.
	Oh Gambit.  I love to think about Remy.  He was a gorgeous
man, so dark and romantic and mysterious.  And he chased any and every
pretty lady he ran across.
	I honestly don't know how many times we broke up and he wormed
his way back into my personal life.  It's not like I had a whole
passel of men chasing me.  And he could seem so sincere.  Does Frank
chase after all his women or do they chase him?
	Kara interrupts my train of thought when she dangles bottles
of shampoo and conditioner over the curtain.  I grab them and thank
her over the hiss of the water.
	As I start soaping up, I realize I'm still really horny.  I
lean up against the shower wall and start my well-learned play of
fingers.
	With one hand, I play with my nipples, stroking and pulling
and pinching their hardness.  With my other hand, I start stroking my
labia, teasing the lips open slowly.
	I wish I had my vibrator, but with the shower pulse directed
to my cuntlips, my fingers work just as well.  As I rub my little
clitty and run my fingers up inside me, I keep thinking about Frank.
His bare chest.  His dick sticking out of his shorts.  His touch on my
cheek.
	I feel unbelievably tight and hot right now.  I imagine that
it's his fingers pinching my hard nipples, his dick thrusting inside
me.  I remember how he felt and how he smelled and imagine how good he
would feel pumping himself in and out of my vagina.  The memory is so
vivid it's like it's still happening right now.
	My clit is as hard as a dick as I rub my clit hood back and
forth over it, faster and faster, with my other hand plunging my
fingers... his fingers... his dick in and out of my pussy.
	I remember his eyes and he how looked at me... and I move over
the top.  I try to muffle my cries as I come, but I don't know how
successful I am.  With the noise of the shower, I'm pretty sure she'd
have to have super hearing to pick it out.
	I know this was a quickie, mildly satisfying at best, but at
least it takes the edge off.

	The rest of the morning passes less dramatically.  I meet
Daria and Jane and Kasumi briefly, then they're off to classes.  I
meet Rei, who seems a little standoffish and sad.
	So when it comes time to go shopping, it's just Kara and Frank
again.
	It takes a while before I get into the groove of shopping
today, but it finally dawns on me that I can now wear the clothes I
had to avoid before.  I can have bare arms, show off my belly with a
cut-off.  I can wear short-shorts!  
	True, it's not even Spring yet, but we're close and we're in
Texas.  I give in to the reality of the late-winter weather enough to
pick up a few warm outfits, but Spring is just around the corner.
Plus, the house seemed warm enough I could probably get away with bare
arms and legs if I stay indoors.
	Showing off potential flashy clothes is unbelievably fun,
especially with Frank watching me.  And I know I'm turning him on,
since he keeps having to 'adjust' his pants.  And yes, I get pretty
wet too.
	By early afternoon, they're having to hold me back from
getting too racy or slutty with my selections.  In the end, I have a
good mix of clothes, and most of them show off my skin.
	Come to think of it, I'm going to have to develop a tan, or
I'll burn pretty easily.  The skin I'm now showing off is pretty pale.
	Back at the house, I spend some more time doing research about
this version of Earth.  
	Then I put on a pair of short-shorts and a Southern-style
tied-up shirt (y'know the kind, like Daisy Duke would wear, mostly
unbuttoned and tied so that it shows off your belly) and start
searching the house for active bodies.
	I should really be obsessing over how to get back home, but
seriously?  I have no idea where to even start.  I spent over an hour
trying to find this world's version of the Professor or Reed Richards
or Tony Stark or Hank McCoy or Stephen Strange or even Hank Pym.  The
trouble is, the only references I can find are for fictional
characters. And everyone pretty much assures me that if I go around
claiming to be who I am, I'll be locked up in a looney bin.  Which
makes sense because I AM a fictional make-believe, non-existent comic
book character in this stupid world!  Damn.
	So right now?  Not going to stress about it.  Going to relax
and enjoy the lack of a cursed mutant gene.
	They have a pool and hot tub, so as soon as the weather warms
up enough, I'm putting on the string bikini and finding someone to
slather my body with suntan oil.  For obvious reasons, my thoughts
turn to Frank, but at the same time I'm keeping myself open to anyone
worthwhile, regardless of gender.  Sure, I prefer men, but given my
traditionally limited options I can't be too picky.


Kara
	I'm still thinking about Rogue as I work out.  
	I need to get to know her better before I can trust her.  I
plan to start reading through some X-Men comics later, but I refuse to
trust them to be completely accurate.  For instance, with my own
comics, I estimate that about half of them are inaccurate in some
significant way.
	Actually, I should be careful about those estimates.  Some
things that are wrong are probably correct in being wrong.  After all,
the comics are rated for children while my real world is not.  Don't
misunderstand me -- I don't sleep around and I've never been raped.
It's just that some of the villains we fight are not... PG villains.
Batman has half a dozen criminals who tend towards R or X-rated
displays.  Hell, a couple of his Poison Ivy stories actually made me
blush.  Giganta, who I have fought more than once, only wears
underpants half the time.  Lobo should just be banned from existence,
plain and simple.
	It's not only the villains either.  Guy tends to tell the
filthiest jokes I've ever heard.  Fire almost got kicked out of the
league when she posed nude for Playboy.  Hal has probably slept with
over a hundred women, half of them in costume, though I will admit he
doesn't kiss-and-tell like Guy.  I know Wally is a peeping tom.  And I
can't even count the number of times my costume has been shredded into
indecency.
	So allowing for reasonable story editing for children, maybe a
fourth of the comics I read are inaccurate in some significant way.
Which means while the X-Men comics may provide a good general
background for Rogue... Anna... I don't think I can really trust them
to give completely accurate information.
	Not for the first time, I wonder how our adventure end up in
comic books in this world.  But it's not without precedent.  I've
heard Kal talk about a dimension where he's the only super-hero and
everyone else is just comic book fiction.  Either that solo-Superman
stays out of the news or this is a different world.  I've also
occasionally wondered if this world has a Monitor and if he'd contact
me if there was a problem.
	But back to Anna.  If I can get to know her, and if I trust
her, it would be nice to have someone to leave behind as a bodyguard
for Frank.  I notice I've stopped calling that a rationalization to
myself.
	Occasionally I wonder if I'd be willing to stay here
permanently myself.  I don't know if I'd admit it to Frank, but
probably not.  I miss flying.  And the guilt of not being there to
help my friends, to protect those who are threatened by things beyond
their comprehension or ability... the guilt would eventually eat me
up.  
	I think my ideal situation would be to be able to take Frank
with me to my universe, though I'm not sure how he would feel about
that.  Still, my current situation is nearly ideal.  My vacation time
here is a wonderful break from the grinding pace of super-hero work...
wonderful periods of relaxation.
	And Frank is almost my ideal man.  He's a great guy and really
attractive, both physically and mentally.  He just needs a decent
degree of invulnerability to help keep him safe and he'd be perfect.
Well, that and to never take another woman to bed unless she's for
both of us.
	I give myself a mental shake.  Where was I?  Anna Marie.  Get
to know her.
	How many reps am I up to?  Darn it, I lost track.  I must have
topped 100 by now.
	In general, lifting weights without someone to spot you is
dangerous.  But since these weights are way too light, compared to
what I'm capable of, I'm not really worried.
	I change positions and start curling the barbell.  One, two,
three... 
	When I get to 23, I notice that Anna is watching from the
doorway.  She's changed into one of her new outfits -- short-shorts
and a tied-off men's shirt.  She definitely looks healthy, but we've
got to get the girl some sun.
	I invite her in and keep counting.  She sits down across from
me and watches while I work up to 50.
	"So, Anna... do you work out?"
	"Some.  Normally, we get a lot of exercise in the Danger Room.
But Ah don't suppose y'all have such a thing here, do ya?"
	"Probably not.  What's a danger room?"
	She stumbles around descriptions for a couple minutes.  Sounds
similar to the training room on the JLA satellite.  She has a Southern
Belle accent that gives her a special charm and is only occasionally
hard to understand.
	"Ah suppose Ah need to start some normal exercisin' to keep in
shape since Ah won't have the Danger Room or the Brotherhood to give
me workouts while Ah'm here."
	"Do you have anyone at home who could track you down and take
you back home?"
	"Yes, Ah think so.  There are people, mutants and non-mutants,
who can go from one dimension to another.  And we have people with
powers and magic and computers that can find people.  But Ah'm worried
about the lack of... umm... powers here.  If mutant powers and such
don't work properly here, then Ah don't know if they'd be able to come
here.  Or if they do, if they'd be able to leave afterward."
	"I'll admit I have some of the same worries myself.  That
someone might come looking for me and get trapped here with me.  I
told a couple people about my recurring visits here, and I added notes
to my files not to come looking for me in situations like this, but a
lot of my friends and teammates don't really..." Think things through,
is what I want to say.  "Check databases or such if they think someone
is missing or abducted."
	Anna laughs.  "Some of your friends don't look before they
leap, huh?  Ah know some people like that too.  Logan can be like that
a lot of the time.  But Ah guess when you have an indestructible
skeleton and can heal any injury, ya don't tend to worry much about
getting hurt."
	Now it's my turn to give a small laugh.  "Sounds like a good
person to have in front of you."
	We talk for a while, trading stories back and forth.
	After 15 or so minutes, I realize she's checking me out.
She's a lot more subtle than most men, I'll give her that, but
whenever I look away, she eyes me up.  And not just my chest.
Breasts, legs and, I think, ass are all subjects of her interest.
	I suppose my current clothes may be a little showy.  My
workout outfit consists of a sports bra and exercise shorts.  That's
it.  No panties, but these loose shorts shouldn't show a camel-toe.
	I have mixed feelings about it.  On the one hand, I'm used to
it.  Pretty much every guy I've ever met, gay or straight, wants to
check out my admittedly awesome rack.  Most women too.  (One of the
reasons I like Frank so much is that he really got to know me before I
first caught him checking me out physically.)  On the other hand, it's
really annoying.  Seriously, even if I am the ultimate female (and
that's doubtable, given the size of Diana's fan club) that doesn't
mean I want to offer up my body for public leering.
	I used to get upset at people for gawking at me, but I've
kinda mellowed out over the years.  I eventually admitted to myself
that my costume is fairly provocative, so I can't really blame people
for being overly attentive to it.
	As for my current gawker... why not have some fun?  I'm not an
exhibitionist, but I might get a kick out of teasing Rogue a little.
	I set the barbell back in place, stand up and stretch,
throwing out my chest at her.
	"Come on.  We can keep talking while I get cleaned up."
	I keep the chat going while we head back to my room.  I have a
definite alpha female moment when I almost point out that my room is
right next to Frank's.
	I'm asking her about this Ms Marvel character she mentioned as
I strip off my bra and shorts.  I try not to be obvious about it, but
I'm making sure she has a good long look before I step into the
shower.  I deliberately don't pull the curtain as I scrub down.
	Anna's obviously a bit uncomfortable, but not enough to leave
or even look away from me.
	My nipples are hard from the teasing, but I refuse to play
with them.  That would be a little too much right now, I think.
	I speak loudly to be heard clearly over the shower.  "So this
Ms Marvel, who you are certain is not Mary Marvel, is still in your
head?  Do you have conversations or something?"
	"No... well, yes, sometimes.  Most of the time, no, Ah'm in
control.  It takes a lot of... of mental trauma for her to be able to
take control."
	"She takes control of you sometimes?"
	"It's pretty rare, but yes."
	"What's she like?  What should we do if she shows up while
you're here?"
	"Ah don't think it's likely.  There's nothin' here to trigger
her.  There's no one here that she knows that she has to rescue.  And
there're no telepaths around to mess up the inside of my head and let
her out."
	"Humor me.  What if it happens?"
	"Just in case?  Ah can see that.  Well, she's a super hero
too, but more of a military one.  She worked a lot with SHIELD, which
is kinda a super hero and villain policing and spy agency.  It's a
government thing.  If she shows up, just try to make sure she
understands the situation in this world."
	My quick shower is basically finished, and I toy with the idea
of asking Rogue to scrub my back for me.  But we're interrupted by a
knock at my door.


Rogue
	I'm not sure if Kara is an exhibitionist or just really secure
with her own body.  Or maybe she's like Ororo.  She'd just walk around
naked all the time in the mansion if she could.
	I enjoy the show Kara's putting on for me, but it feels odd to
watch her. I'm just pretending that we're in a gym or something.  It's
not really working, and I can feel myself start to get a little moist.
	Frank interrupts by knocking on her door.  I answer it.
	"Heya, Frank.  Kara's in the shower, but Ah think she'll be
right out if you wanna wait."
	"Actually, I'm just here to collect you two to help me get
dinner ready."  He yells into the bathroom.  "Kara!  Meet us down in
the kitchen.  We need to get dinner started."
	She yells back.  "I'll be down in a couple minutes."
	Frank crooks his arm like he's inviting me to dance or
something.  I play along, hooking my arm into his.  Our bare arms
touch and I get a big rush.  I don't notice anything else until we're
in the kitchen and he disengages.
	I suddenly realize he was talking to me and I try to play back
what he just said.  Something about... 
	"Dinner?"
	"Yes, do you have any preferences?"
	My mind is a blank.  Food.  Yes, I eat food.  Ignore my
diamond-hard nipples and the muscles on his arms.  I must like some
kind of food in particular.  Delay.
	"What do y'all have?"
	He opens up the fridge.  "Ground beef, chicken breasts, pork
chops... we have ribs, but there isn't time to fire up the barbeque to
cook them properly."
	Aha!  I remembered something.  "Got anything for chicken-fried
steak?"
	"Hmmm... no proper steaks, but we can bread and cook the pork
chops.  Is that close enough?"
	"Sure thing."
	He pulls them out.  "I think we'll have to go canned or frozen
for veggies, but I thought we could make some fresh biscuits.  You
ever make biscuits?"
	I rack my brain.  Brains, actually.  There's more than one
person in this noggin of mine.  I'm sure I must have at some point,
but my head is still slowing down from its spin.
	A response isn't needed as it turns out.  He's already mixing
flour and baking powder and butter and such in a large bowl.  In about
three minutes, he's turned out the dough?  Batter?  What do you call
uncooked biscuits?
	"Here, you wash up and knead and I'll turn the oven on and get
the baking sheet."
	I am rather inept when it comes to kneading, apparently.  He
quickly comes to my aid, flouring the countertop and... oh god... he's
standing behind me, holding my hands, using them... showing me how to
roll out biscuit dough.
	Again my mind is simultaneously a million miles away and
completely focused on my hands.  Not on what I'm doing, but on the
fact that he's touching me... we're touching... and nothing bad is
happening.
	I move my ass back a bit so that his next move forward runs
his crotch into my butt.  As it turns out, I'm not the only one who's
excited right now.
	I hear Kara clear her throat behind us.
	I freeze up guiltily, but Frank keeps trying to teach me how
to make biscuits, only acknowledging her with a nod.
	"Hey, Kara.  Go pick out some kind of veggie.  We're having
pork chops cooked up like chicken-fried steaks and biscuits.  And
gravy, of course."
	He pulls some dough off his hands and leaves the biscuit
kneading to me.  I keep moving mechanically.  My hands and back
suddenly feel lonely without his touch.
	I try to shake it off and continue.
	Dinner comes together fairly well and is ready after about 45
minutes of work.  The other ladies are home by then and we all sit
down together for a "family" meal (though someone has to go and pull
Rei away from her books to come down to eat).  It's pretty tasty, even
the biscuits which I was sure I had pounded into dense cement.
	As we're finishing up the meal, Frank says, "For anyone who's
interested, I've chosen an evening game specifically with Anna in
mind.  Twister!"


Daria
	Judging from how they interact over dinner, it seems like Kara
and Rogue have achieved some form of detente.  Which is good and
should reduce repair costs around the house if she stays. 
	I have to wonder if it's an 'alpha female' thing, how Kara was
bristling at Rogue earlier, a rival female intruding on Kara's natural
habitat.  So did Rogue roll over and off her throat in submission to
Kara?  I try to hide a grin at the thought.
	We're clearing our plates off the table when Frank announces
that he's chosen Twister for tonight's game.  It's an odd choice,
given that I'm pretty sure he hasn't slept with Rogue yet.  If not for
her, I'd say it was a prelude to our weekly orgy.
	As it is, when I notice Jane fingering her pants button, I
whisper to her that with Rogue here, I'm pretty sure it's going to be
a 'clothes on' event.
	She pinches my ass with a scowl, to which I respond by
blushing a little and turning away from her.  I notice her reaching up
to snap my bra strap -- a new 'trick' she's started doing recently
when she's annoyed -- and dodge her attack.  
	Jane's really changed a lot since coming here, and I'm not
just talking about her constant horniness.  She's more confident in
herself, personally and socially. Her snarky, anti-establishment self
is still there, but Jane is becoming more assertive and a bit more
aggressive.
	I think I've changed some too.  I'm less willing to
self-impose my status as social pariah.  I don't think I'll ever be a
true 'alpha female', but at least I feel a bit more mature.
	Anyway, self-reflections aside, we argue that we need time to
let our food settle, so most of us sit down to watch a movie.  Frank
lets Rogue... or I suppose we're calling her Anna now... pick the
movie, and she chooses X-Men.
	Y'know if she's supposed to be the same Rogue from the movie,
it really doesn't match up.  Our Rogue is apparently as strong as Kara
(or nearly so) which the movie Rogue isn't.  And the movie Rogue has
some sort of power-absorption ability which our Rogue lacks.  Plus
she's a lot younger in the movie and doesn't have the streak of white
hair.
	While most of us watch the movie, I watch the people at the
same time.  
	Kara staked out her place next to Frank as expected, but Anna
ends up on Frank's other side, which isn't expected.  Anna acts oddly.
She obviously wants to hold Frank's hand or something, but starts out
sitting as far away from him as possible.  Frank pulls her over close
to him.  She stiffens up briefly, then relaxes into him, leaning
against him for a moment before straightening up to pay attention to
the movie.  Kara, who has an arm running behind Frank's back, barely
gives Anna a glance... but to anyone watching for it, her lack of
reaction seems intentionally nonchalant. 
	Jane, Kasumi and I are on the other couch, while Rei is in the
other room reading an engineering manual of some sort.  Kasumi and I
sit side-by-side and Jane lays down on top of us, with her head in
Kasumi's lap.  Kasumi obliges her by playing with Jane's hair through
most of the movie.  Me, I occasionally play with Jane's kneecaps,
knowing that she's ticklish there.  Somewhere in the middle of the
movie, Jane goes to sleep.
	The movie itself is okay.  Not really my normal thing, but
they have fun, silly action scenes.  Personally, I think Professor X
(Patrick Stewart) is a more attractive male lead than either Wolverine
or Cyclops.  Somehow I doubt my opinion is universal, since Wolverine
(Hugh Jackman) is obviously supposed to be the dark mysterious
anti-hero rebellious swoon-inducing male lead.  Jackman was good in
Kate & Leopold and The Prestige, but I liked him best in the weird
reincarnation-ish The Fountain, which at least had a pretense of being
an intelligent movie.  I briefly entertain myself by sketching out how
Wolverine might be one of Tommy's incarnations from The Fountain.
	Oh wait, scratch what I thought earlier about Rogue's hair
streak.  The movie Rogue gets one at the end of the movie.  Maybe she
gets super-strong in the 2nd movie?  Anna Paquin still doesn't look
anything like our Anna though.
	When the credits are rolling, Anna starts complaining.
	"That was entirely wrong!  The names were there and most of
the mutations... and Ah guess the Blackbird kinda sorta matched up...
but nothing else was even close to right!"  
	Frank laughs.  "If you think that was wrong, wait til you see
the Evolutions cartoon.  Tell me, have you ever thought about moving
more towards a goth look?"
	"What?  Please, tell me you're kidding."
	"Nope.  Someone wake Jane up, and let's help Anna overcome her
fear of physical contact."
	Is that what we're doing?  I guess that explains why he chose
Twister.  And a fear of physical contact matches up with Rogue from
the movie too.
	Anna gives his shoulder a little push in retaliation, which
knocks him back down into Kara's lap.
	As Kasumi starts trying to wake Jane up nicely, I give her ass
a vicious pinch.  Ah, sweet payback.  Jane jumps up just enough to
fall off our laps onto the floor.
	Kara fetches Rei as Frank pulls a Twister box out of a drawer
and asks, "All right, who plays first?  Anna gets to play in every
round automatically."
	Jane, groggy though she is, still jumps in first to claim a
spot.  "Me, I'm in.  And so is Daria.  You too, Frank."
	I wait for Kara to object, but she stays quiet.
	As Frank spreads out the mat, he asks Kasumi to go see if Rei
wants to join us.  I'm a little surprised when she agrees to join in.
	And so it begins.  "Right hand, blue," Kara calls out.
	As we proceed, it's obvious that Jane is trying to contort to
maximize physical contact... with everyone.  Anna starts enjoying
herself when she ends up sandwiched above Frank but below Jane, with
her tits rubbing up against Frank's back.
	Luckily I'm mostly outside their contortions when Jane cheats
by licking Anna's bare waistline.  Anna shrieks and collapses on top
of Frank.  Showing that cheaters never prosper, Jane gets pulled down
in the tangle of limbs while I remain off the ground.  Well, my right
leg is pinned under the piles of bodies, but I'm able to maintain my
contact to all appropriate color spots and am declared the winner of
this round.
	Anna is getting into the fun of it by now and swears mock
vengeance on Jane the next time they're on the mat together.
	Next up is Anna, Kara, Kasumi and Rei.  I would have thought
that Kara had a lock on this game.  She's tall, flexible and strong
enough that no one should be able to knock her down.  Surprisingly
though, it's Kasumi that wins.  She's just so graceful and flexible
that she can bend to reach any color objective.  (She must exercise
early in the morning when Jane and I are still asleep.)  So when Kara
and Anna try to out muscle each other going for "left hand, red", they
lose their balance and topple, knocking over Rei.  Kasumi somehow
bends out of the way of their flailing limbs to remain in place.
	Next is Anna, Kasumi and myself.  By popular acclimation,
Frank is drafted for a repeat performance.
	After about 4 minutes of twisting, I find myself in a
particularly interesting spot.  I'm arched backwards with Kasumi
arched forwards over me, with my head pretty much up her skirt.  If I
turn my head to the left, I can see Frank's groin pressed directly
against Anna's right breast.  He's definitely got a huge hard-on, and
I'm pretty sure her nipples are of matching hardness.
	The next call is impossible for me to make, but I try to move
my foot to blue anyway.  I end up overbalancing and go down... but I
topple in such a way that my face flies forward, planting itself
directly into Kasumi's panties.
	I sneak a kiss, then try to extricate myself without knocking
anyone else down.  Kasumi is blushing heavily, as red as I've ever
seen her.  And my intimacy appears to have broken her concentration
and knocked her onto her elbows and out of the game too.
	"Sorry about that, Kasumi.  I'll be happy to make it up to you
tonight if you want me to."
	She hides her face in her hands, but I think I can make out a
slight nod.  We sit together on a loveseat, across from Jane and Rei.
Jane appears to have laid claim to the normally quiet and withdrawn
Rei for the night, with Jane holding the smaller Japanese girl on her
lap, her hands firmly holding onto her hips.
	Kasumi and I both move off the mat and sit together, watching
Frank and Anna battle it out for the Twister championship.


Rogue
	Oh god.  I thought it was bad enough earlier when I was
rubbing my titty against his pecker.  Now we're alone, rubbing up
against each other, with everyone watching us.
	I don't know why I agreed to this.  It's like I'm made of
jelly when he talks to me.  Sure, I'm having fun -- a LOT of fun, if
my nipples and pussy are any judge -- but it's just so embarrassing.
	I try to focus back onto the game.  Gotta move my right hand
to yellow.
	I think Frank is deliberately choosing his positions to put
the two of us in intimate positions.  And with my short-shorts and
bare midriff, I definitely feel the attention and contact.  If we were
alone, I probably wouldn't object.  If we were alone, I'd probably be
rubbing myself on him, trying to get off.  Or possibly something more
interactive.
	A couple minutes later, we're in another interesting position.
I'm on all fours and he's literally on top of me.  If we weren't
wearing pants, he could slide himself up into my pussy directly in
this position.  And if I was cruel, I could straighten up and lift him
off his marks.  He knows it too, but I think he's enjoying rubbing his
cock back and forth against my pants too much to care.  And he's doing
it in front of everyone else.
	That realization brings me back into focus enough that when
the next move calls for 'right hand green,' I move quickly into the
new position and he has to keep his legs spread and try to reach his
hand over to match his left hand... but I'm in the way.  He tries to
stretch over me, but ends up rolling off of me and the mat entirely.
	From the ground looking up at me, he says, "Congratulations,
Anna.  You won!"
	I look around.  Jane has Rei on her lap and seems to be
fondling her. Wow.  I'm kinda speechless at that.  Not that I think
there's anything wrong with it, it just caught me off guard,
especially as worked up as I am right now.
	I forcibly move my gaze away and notice Daria holding hands
with Kasumi, who's blushing a bit.  Only Kara is sitting solo.
	I stand up and offer my hand to Frank, pulling him to his
feet.
	"Okay, everyone.  It's after 10 and I didn't exactly get a
full night's sleep last night, so I'm going to turn in early.  Anyone
who wants to keep playing is welcome to, of course."
	Frank seems to be the driving force of the evening activities
and without him, the rest of the group breaks up.


Jane
	Every time I see her, I am always surprised that Rei has such
a great figure.  I wonder if she deliberately dresses to hide it.
	I hold onto her hips all the way upstairs, directing her to my
room first, where I retrieve my strap-on.  I pull up her skirt from
behind and put my hands underneath, rubbing the dildo end of the
strap-on against her cunny as I start to walk her out of my room.
	As we go, I'm whispering in her ear.  "How many times do you
want to come tonight?  I want to fuck you hard for at least an hour.
Oh wait!"  I pull her to a stop as we're leaving the room.
	"Do you want nipple clamps too?"  I move my other hand from
her waist to her breast and try to pinch her nipples through her
blouse and bra.
	She's blushing just a little as she shakes her head.
	"Are you sure?  I'm sure your nipples would get harder with
clamps."
	In response, she reaches one arm backwards, pulling me forward
from behind with her, moving us out of the room and away from the rest
of my equipment.
	Once we're in her room, I start unwrapping her like a present.
I kiss her skin as it appears from beneath her blouse and skirt.  I
suck on her toes and lick the back of her knees.  I dip my tongue into
her belly button.  When her bra comes off, I spend a good five minutes
suckling on her B-cup breasts.  While I pay attention to her tits with
my mouth, I pull off her panties and start fingering her, playing with
her pussy hair, curling my fingers up inside of her and rubbing her
clitoris.
	Once she's nicely worked up, I leave her lying on the bed,
stand up and strip off.  I check the connections, then pull the
strap-on up onto my pubic mound, moving the nubs into place against my
clit and the mini-dildo into my cunt.  I stand up straight, with my
'penis' jutting out proudly from my pussy.
	"I think you need some lovin', baby" I say with a fake deep
voice.  She actually giggles, which is unprecedented in my experience
with her.
	"Are you planning to just ravish me?  That's not very
romantic."
	Her hard nipples belie her disinterest, but I think for a
moment.  Aha!
	"All right, air cadet.  If you want to learn how to fly a
helicopter, you need to learn how to fly a stick."
	I remove the strap-on and she looks on with curiosity as I
strap it onto her.  I stand back up and reach around her shoulders,
hugging her and placing my head on her shoulder, looking up at her.
	"Is this your first time?  Please be gentle with me."
Suddenly afraid she might take me literally, I add, "but not too
gentle."
	"How do I do this?"  She looks a little lost.
	I bend down and curl my tongue around a nipple, teasing it
back and forth.  I look up at her face as I caress her ass.
	"I want you to do everything to me that you would want Frank
to do to you."
	She's hesitant at first, but I keep encouraging her with my
tongue and fingers.  By the time I'm giving the dildo a blow job,
making sure to rub the inside bumps back and forth across her clit as
much as possible, she seems to start taking charge a little.
	She lifts my head off the dildo and guides me back onto bed.
There's a little bit of fumbling when she decides she wants a pillow
under my hips, but before long, she's pounding away at my cunny.
	After we've both come twice, she gets more adventurous, moving
into a doggy position then moving on to my ass.
	I start to think she might be more kinky than she appears when
she starts to try to go ass-to-mouth.  I might do that for Frank, but
not for a dildo.
	"Nuh uh.  Let's take a shower and wash it off first."
	She makes me clean it off and double-checks how clean it is by
making me deep-throat it, a skill I have yet to completely master.
I'm still gagging a bit when I feel her pull my ass up, apply liquid
soap and start pounding my little brown rose in the shower too.
	I wonder if Frank ever ass-fucks her, or if I should tell him
she wants it. Then I just relax and enjoy it.
	I hope she had as much fun as I did.


Daria
	I know Kasumi well enough to know that she always wants to be
clean before sharing bodily fluids, so I tell her I'll meet her in her
bathroom.
	Kasumi always strikes me as someone special.  She tends to
fade into the background most of the time, but even when she's in the
background, her presence brings out the best in you.  Even if you
aren't trying to romance her, she makes you want to be a better person
(to paraphrase Mr. Nicholson).  But she doesn't really ask for much of
anything for herself, which means you feel the need to give her the
best of anything and everything you can.
	I wouldn't have thought she would ever involve herself in
Frank's harem -- I'm realistic enough to call our situation what it is
-- but for whatever reason, she has done so, and we're all the better
for it.  Frank must be a master at seduction to get her.  Then again,
he got me... Jane AND me at the same time.
	Even just thinking about Frank makes my pussy twinge and
tingle.
	Not for the first time, I have to wonder how amazing a man he
is.  He seems to be a truly nice person, very generous, handsome, has
an astounding personal presence, a mind-reading level of psychology
and is a Casanova-level lover.  I have to wonder if he can just seduce
any woman he meets.  I'm sure he's well on his way to bringing Anna
into his bed, though I have no idea if he'll do it tonight or not.
	Thoughts of tonight reminds me of Kasumi.  I collect my dildo
and retire to her room.  I strip off and leave the dildo on her bed.
	She's in the bathroom, naked, kneeling next to the tub,
running a bath.
	I move up behind her, crouch down and put my arms around her
waist.  I feel so plain next to her.
	"You're so beautiful, Kasumi."
	"Thank you, Daria-chan.  It is very kind for someone as
special as you to say this."  I'm shocked to realize she isn't
blushing.
	We put on showercaps to keep our hair dry and climb in the
bathtub together.  Kasumi gets in first and has me lay back against
her breasts.  I could just go to sleep like this if I wanted to.
There's such a feeling of security in her arms.
	Then she starts to clean me with a soapy washcloth.  I don't
think this is how Japanese baths are traditionally done.  I think
they're supposed to clean off before getting in the bath.  Makes me
wonder what else she's changed in her life because she moved here.
	I take her hand and direct her to my small breasts, using her
hands and cloth to caress myself, bringing my nipples to peak
hardness.  Then I move it down to my cunt, where I use her to tease my
nether lips and clit. 
	I turn my head back to face her, seeking out her lips.  We
kiss deeply.  Katy Perry's 'I Kissed a Girl' starts running through my
head and I smile midway through our lip caress.
	I break the kiss and carefully turn around so we're sitting
facing each other.  I take the washcloth from her hands, add more soap
and start cleaning her. I am slow and meticulous and thorough.  I take
each of her hands in turn and clean each finger individually.  Each
arm, elbow, shoulder and armpit.  
	She watches me with a curious quiet intensity that keeps my
attention focused and my libido pumping.
	I move to her feet, bending her legs so her feet are in my
lap.  Each toe is treated separately and finished with a kiss.  I lick
the spaces between her toes.  Then each foot and ankle... calf, knee
and thigh.
	Now we reach the more erogenous zones.  Each breast is cleaned
with concentration and special attention.  I carefully check the
nipples with my tongue to make sure all the soap has been rinsed off.
They feel as hard as pencil erasers between my lips.  Her belly and
pussy and next.  I wish we had the room for me to dive underwater to
lick her pussy, but I have to content myself with tasting my own
fingers after they've been dipped in her feminine essence.
	We embrace and clean each other's backs.  I wish I could wash
her hair, but the time needed to dry it before bed would be a bit too
much of a distraction so I leave the showercap on.
	The water is drained.  We stand up, and the shower is turned
on.  We clean each other's ass and rinse off.  We're kissing almost
constantly by now, only breaking contact to turn off the water and dry
each other with towels.
	Now thoroughly clean and dry, yet also completely soaked in
our private female depths, we move into Kasumi's bedroom.
	Surprisingly we don't 69 that night or lick each other's
pussies.  Not directly at least.  We hold each other, caress each
other and kiss all night, using the dildo and our fingers to bring
each other to climax many times, until we fall asleep in each other's
arms.
	I would never trade Jane or Frank for anyone else, but my time
with Kasumi is always special, always dear to me.


Rogue
	If I won the game, why do I feel like I lost?
	Here I am, all alone in my room, while I'm pretty sure
everyone else is spending the night with someone else.  I know Jane
and Rei are together; Jane wouldn't let go her when they went
upstairs.  Daria and Kasumi didn't go upstairs together, but they were
whispering to each other and holding hands earlier.
	And if Kara isn't the prime example of a man-eater, with Frank
in her sights, then I don't know... grrr... Okay, maybe I'm just
frustrated.
	When I took a shower, I dug out the vibrating toothbrush I
picked up earlier today, turned it on and jammed the handle up my
snatch.  No finesse, no imagined romance or subtle touching.  I had to
come NOW!
	Damn Kara.  If Frank was here, I'd be putty in his hands.
Instead I have to make do with my own fingers and cheap plastic.  I
feel like a slut, but at least right now I'm a slut who could touch a
man without killing him.
	I rub myself to two unsatisfying climaxes before I fall asleep
to dreams of sex.


Kara
	I'm surprised that Frank isn't trying to get Anna into bed
tonight.  
	When I comment on it, he says, "I'm not trying tonight for a
few different reasons.  First, I'm the only man within reach on her
first night without her powers.  It would be unfair to her.  Second,
in order to be fair to her, I'm going to wait for her to come to me,
IF that's what she wants.  Third, I want to make sure you know how
important you are to me.  I'm not going to go off chasing every new
super-heroine that arrives and abandon you."
	"That's sweet, but exactly how many super-women do you expect
to drop by?" I say with a grin.
	He looks thoughtful and says, "Oh, I'm not sure.  Maybe half a
dozen?  This house is becoming a nexus for unusual women you know.
The question is, how many seduceable super-women will drop by?"
	I grab a pillow off his bed and toss it at him gently.  He
ducks the throw and tackles me to the bed.  I let him do so.
	He just lays there on top of me, his chin propped up between
my tits, staring me in the eyes as he says this.  I can feel his
hard-on pressing against my leg, but he's not doing anything about it.
We're both still dressed at this point.
	"Well, whatever happens, I want you, Kara Zor-L, to remember
that you were the first important woman I ever slept with.  I may not
have technically been a virgin at that time, but you were the first
woman I ever actually made love to.  If I could keep you here, I
would."
	I can feel myself getting misty-eyed.
	"That's sweet."  I catch myself being condescending.  I still
occasionally find myself treating him as if he's much younger than me.
"That's more than sweet. Frank, I love you, and if I could, I'd take
you with me when I go back."
	"I love you too, sweetheart."
	"Now, somehow I have sole possession of you for two nights in
a row.  I think that calls for a celebration.  I think you need some
care and attention tonight, baby."
	So we celebrate, and I decide to take my 'baby' endearment
literally.
	I pick him up and strip him bare without letting him touch the
bed.  I carry him like he's a baby into the bathroom where I sit him
down in the tub and run a couple inches of warm water.
	I guess he likes it, because neither he nor his unflagging,
beautifully stiff penis have objected.
	I take a loofah, add soap and carefully clean him.  When I
poke a soapy finger into his ass, he splashes me with warm, soapy
water, getting my T-shirt wet.  My nipples poke out in sharp relief,
but the shirt isn't especially white or see-through, unfortunately.
	I clean his cock, commenting that "	Baby looks happy
tonight."  I give him a loving suck, and he bucks in my mouth, but I
pull away.  He's not getting off that easily.
	I drain the water, stand him up and use a towel to dry him
off.  I strip off my wet shirt and damp pants and carry him back to
bed.  I create a pile of pillows and lean back against it, with Frank
on my lap.
	"Is baby hungry tonight?"  I cradle him against my breast and
he takes my nipple between his lips.  He starts sucking, but quickly
turns to licks and gentle teeth-scraping.
	My right hand finds his cock and holds it firmly while his
hands start playing with my other breast.
	After a couple minutes, I feel the need to have his cock
between my lips.  And not just between my lips, but in my throat.
	I pull him off and position my head so it's hanging off the
edge of the bed upside down.
	"Now fuck my face," I growl at him.
	He looks a little surprised but readily meets my challenge.  I
swallow a couple times and relax my jaw and throat.
	He slowly inserts his lovely dick into my mouth, probing with
care.  I reach up and stick a finger up his asshole, pushing him deep
into my throat with a single thrust.  Using my finger as a hook and
prod, I start him thrusting back and forth, in and out of my face.  I
try to use my tongue to caress his cock, but he's started moving
pretty quickly now.
	His hands grab my titties, using them as handles to help him
plow my face. When I feel him start to come, I start sucking and at
the same time, start ass-fucking him with my finger, probing for his
prostate.  He shoots off multiple times down my throat, then collapses
on top of me.
	He's a bit muffled, but I can still hear him as he says, "This
would be a comfortable way to go to sleep some night.  You make a
nice, if uneven mattress."
	I pull him off of me and roll him over so he's facing up.
	"Now it's my turn.  Lick me, slave."
	I kneel over his face and lower my pussy onto his tongue,
which jumps eagerly up to meet me.
	"Yeth, mam."  And he gets to work.
	He has a talented tongue, and his hands roam my ass and tease
my asshole.  I wonder why he never pokes anything inside there with
me?  I know he ass-fucks Jane sometimes.  Maybe Daria too.  I'll have
to remember to ask him later.
	For now, my thoughts start to scatter as my climax rapidly
approaches. Although I lack a wide range of experience, I've never
come as easily or as quickly with any other man.  Or woman (and let me
tell you, Diana knows how to treat a woman).
	After my second orgasm, I get off of him and lay back, my legs
spread wide. He crawls up to meet me, his re-hardened cock swaying
back and forth beneath him.
He kisses me as he thrusts inside and I taste myself on his lips.  For
a moment, I imagine I'm somehow fucking myself as his tongue, covered
with my own vaginal slime, quests deeply into my mouth.
	He pumps and thrusts at varying speeds for at least twenty
minutes before he lets loose inside of me again.  I lose track of how
many times I come.  It's wonderful.
	Afterwords, we just lay there, his softening cock in my warm,
welcoming cunny.  I pull a sheet over us as we drift off to sleep in
each others arms like that.
	I don't think of Anna again until morning.


Rogue
	I wake up around 8, get dressed and wander downstairs for
breakfast.  Daria and Jane have just left for morning classes, but
apparently Kasumi only has classes Monday/Wednesday/Friday.  She, Kara
and Rei are planning a trip into the city for clothes, books and
groceries. 
	Frank is apparently downstairs in his lab.  According to the
ladies, he spends a lot of time down there.	
	Kara took me aside before the three of them left at 10.
	"I talked with Frank about you last night."
	I wait patiently.  She's obviously a bit uncomfortable with
the conversation.
	"He thinks you are emotionally vulnerable right now given your
situation.  He doesn't want to take advantage of you.  No, that's not
quite right.  Frank wants to take advantage of you, but refuses to do
so because he thinks it would be wrong because you're vulnerable right
now."
	"That's... Ah'm NOT vulnerable.  Well, not emotionally.
Physically Ah'm... well, Ah'm still probably a lot stronger than he
is." 
	I think I might be extra upset because last night I was
definitely feeling especially vulnerable.
	She continues.  "Anyway, the upshot is that he isn't planning
to make a first move.  So either you approach him or go out and play
the field."
	Then she leaves.
	I'm as confused as all hell.  I don't think Kara dislikes me
as much as she did yesterday morning, but that's not exactly a ringing
endorsement.  Why in the world is she trying to get me to hook up with
Frank?
	After half an hour or so, I make up my mind.  I go to my room,
where I shower, give my legs and pussy lips a nice close shave, apply
make-up, wish I had some kind of perfume, and put together the
showiest outfit I can (well, the showiest outfit that's not a bikini,
that is).
	I head down to the basement door and knock.  And no response.
I knock louder.  I could probably break the door down, but that would
send the wrong message.  I don't know the specifics of the intercom
system -- the different rooms are numbered and I can't find a key to
tell me which one is the basement -- so I turn on the switches for
every room in the house and hope everyone else really is gone.
	"Frank?  Are ya there?  Ah'd like to talk."
	A moment later I hear back.  "Sure thing, Anna.  I'll be up in
a minute."
	I flip the switches back and sit down in the den.
	He pauses when he enters the room, and I flatter myself
thinking that my outfit succeeded.  I'm wearing high-heels, a tiny
miniskirt and a tight belly-baring white baby-doll shirt.  No
underwear.  I'm positive my dark nipples show through the thin
material.
	Seeing him makes my heart start beating faster and my nipples
perk up even more.  I'm extremely nervous but determined to see this
through.
	"Ah talked with Kara this mornin'."  I stand up and move
slowly toward him.
	"She had some advice for me, an Ah thought Ah might give it a
try."
	I gather all my courage.  I KNOW I'm way too strong a person
for this to be a problem, but right now it's talking all my
self-confidence to keep from running away.
	He starts asking, "What did she..." when I interrupt him by
grabbing his shoulders and pulling us together for a kiss.
	I feel clumsy doing so, and he stiffens.  I'm about to panic
when he relaxes and puts his arms around me, turning what felt clumsy
into something that feels soul-melting.  I relax into the kiss too and
have no idea how much time has passed when we break, resting our
foreheads against each other.
	"You're sure you want to do this," he asks.
	No.  Yes.  I think yes.  I'm all over the place emotionally,
but what I say out loud is "Yes, Ah am."
	I never even remotely imagined myself joining what is, for all
intents and purposes, a harem... at least not of my own free will.
But even as that thought crosses my mind, it fades away in a surge of
lust as he takes me in his arms again. Lust and something deeper...
maybe the beginnings of love or are my hormones just out of control?
	I suddenly notice we're moving upstairs, still kissing.  He
has one arm supporting and guiding me and one reaching down under my
miniskirt to cup my ass, which is tingling from the mere contact.  I
can feel my pussy juices already start to drip down my legs.
	When we enter his room, he sits me down on his bed and stands
back.  His look sets a new fire in my loins.  He kneels down and takes
my right foot in his hands, easing the shoe off.  He caresses my foot
and gives each toe a lick, then sucks on them like little nipples.  My
feet were never erogenous zones before, but now I start to wonder if I
could orgasm just from his attention down there.
	He starts to move up my leg, licking and kissing my calf, knee
and thigh. Then he switches to my left leg and starts all over again,
driving me to higher and higher levels of arousal.  He reaches my
waist, unzipping and pulling off my miniskirt.  I come loudly at the
first touch of his tongue on my slit, my legs briefly wrapping around
him, drawing him into closer contact with my cunt.
	Frank takes his time with it, exploring my pussy with his
tongue and fingers. He sucks my clit, feels around inside my cunt with
tongue and fingers, pulls on my inner and outer lips with fingers and
teeth.  He even moves down lower to lick my perineum and finger my
ass.
	By the time he moves to my belly button, I'm moving close to a
second orgasm. He grabs the base of my thin, tight little shirt and
tears it up the middle to the collar which holds tight.  Instead of
trying to rip it the rest of the way himself, he reaches for my hands,
placing them on torn halves of the shirt and silently urges me to
pull.  It tears easily for me.
	He's now examining my tits.  I'm a little hesitant here,
knowing that I definitely don't match up to Kara, but there's no
hesitation or disappointment in his look or touch.  As he plays with,
suckles and licks my breasts and nipples, I come a second time.
	I've never been this aroused or come this easily before.  It's
heavenly.
	He moves up to my face, kissing and licking all over while
running his fingers through my hair.  He kisses my eyelids and licks
my ears, lightly biting the earlobes.
	He finally pulls away and briefly dives into his bedside table
for a box of condoms.  He quickly strips naked, making me briefly
upset that I didn't get a chance to do that for him.
	Putting on a condom, he asks, "Are you ready?"
	Silently, I nod, staring at what suddenly seems like an
absolutely huge penis.  I know it'll fit, because I've seen larger
ones in pornos, but up close and in the flesh, so to speak, it seems
way too large to fit inside me.
	He rubs his dick up and down along my pussy lips, making me
jump and wetting his erection for entry.
	Then he's inside of me.  I can feel him working his way up my
intimate channel, centimeter by centimeter.  I feel like a virgin,
being split in two for the first time.  When he's halfway inside me,
he adjusts his angle so he's now scraping against my clitty with every
movement.  By the time he's fully seated in my mound, I've started
what feels like a continuous orgasm.
	Although by this time I'm not fully aware of what he's doing,
I think he came pretty quickly... which I know by virtue of me still
being alive and not dead from 30 minutes of constant orgasms.
	When I regain my senses, he's laying beside me, watching me
and gently running a finger up and down my slit.
	I smile at him and pull him in for a kiss.  I'm full of a calm
sense of well-being and a quiet love and passion for this man beside
me.
	He says, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, but I hope you don't pass
out every time. It would limit our fun.  What position do you want to
try next?"
	"Next?  Ya mean again?"
	"Of course.  If you're up for it."
	Suddenly I'm flustered again.  I don't have the experience to
know positions. How we just fucked is the only position I know.
Unless he means the acrobatic stuff from pornos?
	I redirect the question back to him.  "What's your favorite
position?"
	"Well, the female superior cowgirl-style ones keep me from
getting tired.  And doggy-style lets me get a little deeper than
normal.  But don't worry about being true to a style you read about in
a book or saw in a movie.  Intimacy and comfort are the important
parts."
	I'm curious about the cowgirl-style he mentioned, but it would
probably require me to know what I'm doing.  So rather than betray my
ignorance and/or inexperience I say, "Let's try your doggy-style
thing."
	He smiles and kisses me.  With one hand he starts pumping his
half-hard cock and with the other, he reaches for another condom.
	Then he gives me an appraising look.  "Give me your hand."
	He takes my hand and guides it to his penis, using my fingers
to masturbate himself.  Feeling his penis hardening under my touch was
a strange feeling.  It gave me confidence in myself and I could feel
my clit harden in response to his cock.  
	With his penis fully hard again, he asked, "Have you ever put
on a condom?"
	I'm taken aback.  Why would I have ever put on a condom?
	I suppose he noticed my confusion and said, "It's nice to do
it as part of the foreplay so it doesn't break the rhythm.  If you
want to start taking the pill, we can forgo it, but for now, let me
show you how."
	I'm fascinated as he teaches me how to roll a condom down onto
a penis.  I actually mess up the first time, tearing the base ring off
the condom and have to try again.
	Once it's on, he has me get up on hands and knees, with him
kneeling behind me.  It does seem to go in deeper this time.  I think
I can actually feel him bumping against my cervix as he hits the
deepest part of each stroke.  He reaches one hand underneath to play
with my clit and help bring me off.
	My previous overabundance of cums seems have to seriously
taken the edge off, letting me appreciate the fuck more this time
around.  I only come three times during this fuck, which is still a
million times better than my masturbatory play and a thousand times
better than when I was with Erik.
	This round lasts a full half hour before Frank comes.  I've
got to get on the pill because I really want to feel his come
splashing inside of me.
	Once we've recovered a bit, he takes me into the bathroom and
I see his large, jacuzzi-style tub for the first time.  He starts
filling up the tub while we shower off our sweat together in the
shower stall.
	The jacuzzi has small seats in it perfect for relaxing.  I
expect to be sitting on his lap in the jacuzzi, but instead Frank sits
us down side-by-side. Still, it's wonderful to rest my head on his
shoulder, with one arm behind him and the other exploring his body.
He has some chest hair, but none on his back or ass.  He obviously
shaves his balls and around his dick, but there's still a thick patch
of pubic hair above.  Makes me wonder if someone else does that for
him.  It looks odd, but I bet it's nicer for blowjobs.  
	I make little twirling motions in his body hair wherever I
find it, play with his nipples, cup his balls and stroke his cock.
For his part, he seems content with stroking my hair and playing with
my breasts.
	Slowly, we both start working our way back up into fucking
form.  He opens a little sliding cabinet door in the wall and pulls
out another condom.  When he stands up in the tub, with his penis
bouncing up and down in front of my face, I can't help myself and take
it into my mouth.  There's no way I'm getting this thing down my
throat, but I try to get a feel for it with my tongue.  
	When I pull my lips free of him, he hands me the condom, which
I deftly put on without a problem.
	He sits back down and pulls me into his lap, facing him, and
our lips meet in a kiss.  His tongue pushes its way into my mouth and
I experience my first French kiss as my tongue starts exploring his in
return.
	Breaking the kiss for a moment, he says, "Put me inside of
you.  You get to control this fuck."
	Since we're in the water, I expect it to go in more smoothly
than ever, but apparently the water washes away my pussy's natural
juices, meaning it takes a few minutes of gradual work before I have
him fully seated inside of me.
	For a minute, I just kiss him and enjoy the feeling of being
full.  Then I start moving up and down, back and forth.  It's more
awkward in this position, so it's slower, but that seems to make it
even better.  I mean, I don't come like I did before, but this seems
more intimate... I feel more connected to him.
	This is a slow, lazy, wonderful half hour fuck where we don't
come until Frank takes over at the end and starts pumping hard,
splashing water all over the place.  My come matches up with his
almost perfectly, making me feel like our souls touched each other.
	As we wind down from the climax, I tell him, "This is probably
the best day Ah've ever had in my life."
	He grins.  "Well, that does wonders for my ego.  You're pretty
amazing yourself."
	"Thanks.  Now Ah understand why everyone's willin' to share
you."
	And the amazing thing is, I really do understand.  If you get
a piece of a man that can make you feel like that... well, I'm
suddenly willing to share him too.  And I can't help but be in love
with him now.  I'm pretty sure he's got to be in love with me too, at
least a little bit.

	When we finally emerge from his bedroom, dressed and tired, we
discover that we missed the workmen coming to fix the stairs and wall.
Frank calls them back and reschedules for tomorrow.  I'm in a fog most
of the rest of the afternoon.
	When Kara and them get back mid-afternoon, it turns out they
had a bit of excitement too.


Kara
	It's obvious the little bitch did it while we were gone.
	Okay, I need to be nicer.  I practically pushed them together,
so it's not fair to call her a bitch.  It's just that she's glowing.
I swear, if this universe had any decent laws of physics like back
home, she'd be literally glowing like a bonfire.
	I wonder if she got any special treatment, which the mere
thought of instantly makes me jealous.  Until Frank takes me aside,
gives me a kiss on the cheek, and whispers, "Thank you for my present
this morning.  Maybe we can unwrap her together some time."
	I swear the man can make me melt any time he wants to.
	"Now," he continues, "what happened?  Kasumi and Rei are both
claiming that you saved their lives today."
	I give him a brief rundown.
	It wasn't all that big of a deal.  When we were leaving the
lunch diner, half a dozen teenage boys, probably gang members, started
hassling us.  They made cat calls and asked for dates.  Annoying, but
nothing threatening until we tried to walk around them to our van.
	The leader stepped in front of us, saying something about how
it was rude to ignore them.  I decided to nonviolently convince them
to back off.  (Hey, I was proud of myself.  Nonviolence doesn't come
naturally to me.)
	I shifted my shopping bags to my left hand, and stepped over
to the metal fence they were leaning against.  It was one of those
fences about six feet tall with vertical decorative metal shafts every
few inches.  I grabbed the top of one of the poles and casually bent
the top of it down.
	Then I stepped back to the now confused-looking tough guy and
said, "Back off and leave us alone."
	He and his friends took off running.  I bent the shaft back
into place as best I could after they were gone, and we left.
	Not a big deal.  I don't know why Rei and Kasumi were so
affected by it.  I'm pretty sure they've both been around violent
behavior before.  Still I'm glad I  was there to keep things from
getting out of hand.
	I see Rei and Kasumi whispering together later, and find out
that evening that they decided to reward me.  They work together to
give me a wonderful evening of pampering, sex and orgasms, with me as
the center of attention.  It's even more special a night because those
two almost never instigate anything sexual.


Jane
	So when Daria and I get home Thursday evening, there's a lot
that had been going on.  
	Anna the Rogue got her world rocked by Frank.  No big surprise
there, but the fact that she's still woozy from it hours later makes
me wonder if Frank out-did himself or if Anna was just really that
lacking in experience.
	Kasumi and Rei were fawning all over Kara because she saved
them from being mugged or gang-raped or something.  Which also
suddenly makes me want to take some self-defense courses.
	The day's activities makes it an interesting evening... for
some people, at least.  Frank seems a little worn out, and I think he
spends the night down in his lab.  Maybe that's why he sleeps down
there occasionally:  To get away from us and recharge his batteries.
	Anna goes to bed early and alone, probably has a night of
sweet, sweet dreams.
	Kasumi and Rei take Kara away, probably for a night of squishy
thank-you fun.  Makes me envious.
	Me?  I actually had enough homework this week that I need to
take time tonight to get it done.
	It's annoying but I suppose I don't need sexy fun every night.

	Friday afternoon when we get home, Anna is waiting for me.
But she's trying to make it seem like she's NOT waiting for me.  Maybe
she was a super-tough super-hero chick from the universe of mutants,
but right now she's trying not to bounce on her tip-toes like a
nervous schoolgirl in love.
	"Hi, Jane.  How was your day?"
	"Okay.  What's up?"
	She grabs my arm and takes me off to the side.
	"Ah was wonderin'...  if you... if you could help me..."
	She's blushing and can't look me in the eye.
	"Help you with...?"
	"Ah... Ah slept with Frank yesterday."
	"Yeah, we had kinda picked up on that, what with the orgasmic
glow you were giving off last night."
	She blushes more.  Still nowhere near how much Kasumi can
blush, but impressive nonetheless.
	"Yeah.  That was great.  But Frank, after the first time, he
asked me... ummm... what positions... what sex positions Ah liked."
	I refuse to help her out with this.  It's just too much fun
watching her squirm.  Which she is doing.  She's literally squirming
in place right now.
	"And Ah didn't know any!  Ah mean, Ah've nevah... Ah don't
have the experience..."
	I'm starting to worry she might tear up, so I finally give in
and try to help out her side of the conversation.
	"So do you want me to recommend some pornos so you can get
some ideas?  Cause despite my reputation, I actually haven't seen very
many myself..."
	She shakes her head violently, hair flying back and forth.
	"Do you want me to describe different sexual positions for you
to try out?"
	She nods hesitantly.  "Ah... Ah just... Ah mean, he mentioned
cowgirl positions and apparently Ah'd have to do it mahself and Ah
don't know what to do."
	I wonder if I have such a sex kitten reputation around the
house that she singled me out to ask.
	Still, there's no way I can let an opportunity like this pass
me by.
	I start leading her upstairs... Oh hey!  The stairs are fixed.
That was quick.  Money talks I suppose.  I can still smell the varnish
though.  Ugh.  The formerly dented walls aren't finished yet though.
Looks like maybe they're waiting for mudding to dry or something?
	"First thing we need to do is find Rei."
	"Rei?"
	"Yeah, she's a virtual encyclopedia.  Read every book ever
written."
	I can tell Anna's still confused, but we find Rei easily
enough in the library... which has grown considerably since she moved
in.  I think it'll have to expand to a second room pretty soon.
	"Rei!"
	She's completely oblivious to anything but what she's reading.
	I pull her book out of the way and repeat, "Hey, Rei."
	She blinks and looks up at the two of us.  "Oh.  Hello, Jane.
What can I do for you?"
	"Is there a copy of the Kama Sutra around here somewhere?  Or
something explaining different sexual positions?  Anna wants some
education."
	Now Rei starts blushing.  "Ah, yes.  We have an illustrated
Kama Sutra over here."
	She gets up and starts going through a bookshelf.
	"Good.  Get it and bring it to my room."
	Mwuhahaha, I laugh evilly to myself.  Time for some fun.
	I drag Anna out of the library with me to my room.  Too bad
Daria isn't around.
	"Strip," I tell her, then start stripping off myself.
	"What?"
	"Come on.  You can't expect to learn sexual positions very
well just by reading about them or looking at pictures."  
	I pull on a combination leather panties/strap-on built with an
8 inch dong sticking out and a 4 incher facing inward, with massaging
bumps to stimulate my clit.  It feels so good to pull it into myself;
not very long, but nice and thick.
	She still hasn't moved.  Has kind of a deer-in-the-headlights
look to her.
	"Strip," I tell her again.  "Are you a girl-on-girl virgin?"
	"Ah... Ah don't want... Ah mean, sure Ah'm curious and all
that, but..."
	"I'll take that as a yes.  Come on, take it all off.  You're
about to lose your lesbo virginity, but don't worry, I'll be gentle."
After a pause, I correct myself slighty.  "Well, gentle-ish."
	Finally, she starts taking off her shirt.  Hah!  Who's the
Alpha female in this bedroom?  Me, that's who!  (Dammit, gotta stop
listening to Daria's theories on our social interactions.)
	Rei arrives with a couple books in hand and stops when she
sees us.
	"Come on in and join us!"  I walk over, take the books from
her hand, pull her completely into the room and close the door.  "Come
on, Rei.  I bet you can use a refresher course too.  Real world
experience and all.  Strip down."
	I start unbuttoning her blouse.
	"What we're going to do is look at a position in the book and
then try it out ourselves."
	"There are over 50 different positions described in the Kama
Sutra." Rei protests.  Well, said quietly is more accurately, but for
Rei, it was a protest.
	I pull off her bra and start on her skirt.  "Well, we don't
have to try all of them today.  We'll stop when we get too tired."
	I drop Rei's skirt to the floor and have her step out of it. 
	I lead her over to the bed and pull them both down on either
side of me. Anna is completely naked, trying to cover herself with her
hands, and Rei is down to panties and socks.
	I take a moment to drink in Anna's body, pulling her hands
away from their protective positions.  Double-D breasts, at least.
Dark pink nipples.  A small thatch of pubic hair above shaved lips.
Beautiful skin, if pale.
	Rei also brought along The Joy of Sex, which I set aside for
now, and open the illustrated Kama Sutra, flipping through it to
position #1. 
	"Let's get started!"
	We stop after trying out about 20 positions.  Most of them are
slight variations of known positions.  Not difficult.  But I
personally get too tired to go on after my 8th orgasm of the
afternoon.  Plus we need to get cleaned up for dinner.  I'm not
entirely sure how many comes Anna and Rei had, but it was at least 4
or 5 each and we all need to clean up.
	While we're cleaning up, I convince Anna to let me bleach a
little streak of white down the middle of her pubic hair to match her
head.  Not that I have bleach on hand, but I'll definitely pick some
up.  Then she'll have a nice surprise for her next sexing.

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