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Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapter 11c (M/F) (326 lines)
January 17, 1998

Thanks for the (mostly) friendly comments.  This is the thirteenth section of
a book that runs 26 chapters.  It is about half a chapter; it is divided
purely in the interests of an upload.  It should be attached to 11a and 11b as
a single chapter.

Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning.  It will
make no sense otherwise.  I hope to have the balance of the book posted within
a week or so.

Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.
Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the
usual disclaimers apply.  Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-
commercial sites.  Please inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book II

Chapter 11c

"It shows promise.  Let me get into my own and we'll take it from there."
Kathy went into her room, took off her clothes and returned to the living room
where she had left Jane.  "Come on, let's eat."  Jane was surprised at dinner
that night.  Kathy prepared a full meal, while Jane found herself looking at a
diet special.  By the time dinner was over they realized it was late so they
went to bed.  Jane, exhausted by the day's physical and emotional excitement,
was asleep instantly.

The next morning Jane was rudely awakened when Kathy stripped the covers from
her.  She blinked awake and was momentarily confused by her surroundings.
When she realized where she was, her features relaxed, she stretched
luxuriantly and just lay there, her eyes on Kathy.  "If this scheme doesn't
work out, would you consider an alternative proposal?  Could I apply for the
position of your maid, or slave, or whatever?  The only requirement is that
this room has to be my compensation in the deal.  No money.  Just this room."
With her hair spread on the pillow, she looked lovely, and Kathy said so.
Jane looked at Kathy standing at the foot of the bed, "Kathy, I know this is
going to sound dumb, but you are my inspiration.  I look at you standing there
like a young goddess with an awe-inspiring figure.  I can't get there, but I'm
going to try like hell to get as close as I can.  Let's get with it."  With
that Jane bounded out of the bed and headed for her bathroom.

Kathy was eating her breakfast when Jane came out.  She made a little face
when she saw how little there was for her to eat.  Then she ran her eyes over
Kathy's flat belly, her slim hips and thighs.  "Inspiration!  I guess I'll
live on black coffee," she said with a grin.  After breakfast, Kathy led the
way into her bathroom and opened the shower.  She set the controls and
motioned for Jane to get in.  Jane looked puzzled as Kathy followed her in.

"By the way, Jane, how old are you?"

"I'll be thirty-five this Fall, Why do you ask?"  Kathy watched as a
kaleidoscope of expressions ran across Jane's face, accompanied with a
pantomime of gestures.  "Of course!  How old did you think I was?  Forty?
Forty-five?"  With the water pouring over her, she slid down to the floor
crying.  The intensity of her sobbing increased as she slid down into the
corner of the shower and just huddled there.  Slowly her sobs subsided, and
Kathy helped her up while the water from the shower's myriad sprays continue
to pour over them both.  Pulling Jane into her arms, she held her tightly as
the sobbing ran off into hiccoughs and finally stopped.  Jane just stood there
with her head nestled in the younger woman's shoulder.

Kathy reached down and gave an available soft buttock a hard pinch.  Jane
jumped with a yelp.  "That's for going soft on me and turning on the
waterworks," Kathy said softly.  "And in my very own waterworks, yet!  The
reason I asked is that I had put your age at forty to forty-five until
yesterday.  Then I saw how firm your breasts are.  This morning I saw you
bound out of bed, but I figured you couldn't have been widowed eight years ago
and still be only twenty-five.  Those fighter jocks are notorious cradle
robbers, but allowing for having been married for three years, you would have
had to be fifteen when you were married.  Even those guys have *some*
standards."

Kathy started to leave the shower when she was pinched hard on her bottom.
She jumped with surprise and wheeled on Jane who was standing behind her and
grinning.  "Why did you do that?" she wailed, trying to sound hurt.

"That was for all of the gratuitous insults you've directed at Navy fighter
pilots!  Cradle robbers, indeed!"  Jane replied in the haughtiest voice she
could muster.  They both laughed heartily and went out to the pool deck.

As they stood poised at the end of the pool, Jane asked, "What do I do now?"

"Just stay beside me.  Don't drop back, though, or my pet shark will get you!"
With that, Kathy smoothly entered the water in a racing dive.  She heard Jane
enter with a much greater splash, and she continued to glide while she waited
for the older girl to catch up.  When she did, Kathy reached out with long arm
strokes while she established a powerful kick.  She found that Jane had to
take at least two strokes to her one to maintain her position.  Up and down
the pool they went.  Kathy was sorry to see the older girl struggling so hard
to keep up, but she didn't relent.  It was only when she saw Jane flailing and
getting close to the point of exhaustion that she stopped.  She came to the
end of the pool, and in one continuous motion, touched the wall and pulled
herself out of the pool.  Then she turned and saw Jane just hanging on to the
side wall gasping for breath.  She waited until Jane's breathing returned to a
semblance of normal then reached out her hand.  When Jane grasped it, she
smoothly pulled the older girl out of the pool.

Jane took two steps and collapsed on the deck.  Finally, she raised her head
and peered at Kathy, "Are we there, yet?"

"Are we where?" Kathy replied.

"China, turkey.  That's where you were going, wasn't it.  By the way, I'll
have you know I resent the fact that here I am dying -- I'm not sure whether
from drowning or exhaustion -- and you're not even breathing hard.  It's not
fair!"

"As our late president, John F.  Kennedy, once said, 'Who says the world is
fair.'  Come on, we have work to do!"

Jane looked at her.  "You can't be serious.  That was six weeks worth in the
last hour!  What do you mean, work?"

Kathy looked at Jane affectionately.  She was developing a deep respect for
her spirit and good humor.  "Work.  We have to get you into shape.  That was
just a warmup to loosen up your muscles a little.  Come on, let's go!"  Kathy
tried to maintain a straight face as she led the way to her exercise room in
which there was a wide range of exercise equipment.  She set Jane up on a
treadmill and later on machines to exercise her thighs and buttocks.  Finally,
she set up weights for Jane to use on her shoulders, back and chest.  The
regimen continued day after day with Kathy giving Jane pointers on her
technique.  After a while, combining her exercises and weight training with
improved technique, she was keeping up with Kathy in the pool.  She continued
her low-calorie diet while she enviously watched Kathy devour large meals.
Periodically, Kathy would steal away to a bar exam cram course she was taking.

One morning, Kathy came into Jane's room to awaken her in her usual fashion by
stripping off the covers.  Jane stretched like an awakening tigress and then
got out of bed.  Kathy studied her closely and led her into her bathroom.  The
mirror covered the entire wall to the ceiling.  "Jane, look at yourself."
Jane looked in the mirror carefully for the first time in several weeks.  She
scarcely recognized the reflection as herself.  There was a girl there,
studying her carefully.  The girl had a flat belly, tip-tilted breasts, slim
hips and slim but powerful legs.  The carriage was erect and the face was
lovely.  The girl's face looked a bit thin, as if she had been missing meals.
Jane's eyes widened in amazement at the apparition.  "My God!  That's me.  I
can't look like that.  I can't, can I, Kathy?"

"That girl looks a little thin to me," said Kathy.  "I think she needs a good
breakfast.  Let's eat."  Jane followed Kathy out to the kitchen.  There on the
counter were two man-sized breakfasts of orange juice, ham, eggs, hash brown
potatoes, toast with real butter, coffee, and real sugar.  Jane sat down and
started eating with relish.  When they were finished, Jane poured another cup
of coffee, pivoted her stool half around and leaned her head back against the
wall.  Sensuously, she rubbed her long, slim fingers over her now-flat belly.
"God, that tasted good.  Kathy, that was the most delicious meal I could
imagine.  Do you have a cigarette to make it perfect?"

Kathy produced cigarettes.  Jane lighted hers and took a deep drag and slowly
let it out.  "Okay, I'm ready."

"Ready for what?" Kathy asked, puzzled.

"The firing squad, the slaughter house...  Whatever," Jane replied airily.
"That's why you've been working on my body this way, isn't it?" she asked with
mock seriousness, desperately trying to maintain a straight face.

"My God!" exclaimed Kathy, picking up on the gag.  "It's all over.  I've
failed!" she wailed.  "I forgot.  The Sheik who's buying you insisted that
your pubic hair be curly.  What can we do?"

Jane looked down with great unconcern and ran her fingers through her silken
pubic hair.  Her expression was intent as she rolled some pubic hair around a
finger.  "How about a permanent?  Do you think that would fix it?" she asked
in wide-eyed innocence.  At that point, she and Kathy dissolved in laughter in
each other's arms.

It was just about over.  After making several phone calls Kathy told Jane to
get dressed.  It was the first time in weeks she had had clothes on.  Jane
ignored underwear and put on the suit she had been wearing the night she
arrived.  She was shocked.  The suit was the best she owned and had been hand-
tailored for her.  Now the shoulders were tight.  When she put on the skirt,
it wouldn't stay up.  It just slid down over her now-slim hips.  She called to
Kathy who came in to see.  The two girls rolled together on the bed in
laughter.

Kathy took Jane to a hair salon where she had made an appointment.  Jane's
hair was restyled to be off her face and shortened so it was just below her
collar.  A new wardrobe was assembled.  Jane delighted in the lingerie.  She
had noticed that Kathy characteristically wore bikini briefs, so she bought
those.  There were no slips, but some half slips.  Finally, Kathy bought her
several diapha nous shorty nightgowns which were essentially transparent and
reached only to her hips.  When the girls returned to the apartment, they went
back to the exercise room.  After her workout, Kathy had Jane get on the
massage table where she went to work on the older woman, massaging the muscles
that did not ache nearly as much as they had a few weeks earlier.

"Jane," Kathy asked the next morning, "Did you ever go down on Bill when you
were married?"

The question, coming from out of the blue, took Jane by surprise.  Again, a
kaleidoscope of emotions passed over her face.  Finally, she answered, "Yes, a
few times."  She blushed scarlet.

"Why are you blushing?" Kathy asked.

"Because I'm embarrassed, silly.  Nice girls don't do that.  That's reserved
for prostitutes."

"Why is it reserved for prostitutes?" asked Kathy, "And if it is, why did you
do it with Bill?"

Jane looked confused.  "Well... Because... Because we would be together, and I
looked at his male organs and...  I just wanted to weigh his balls in my hand
and...  His prick looked so soft and vulnerable because we had just made love.
I just wanted to kiss it to show my love.  And I...  And I...  did.  I mean I
went to kiss it, and I tasted the juices, accidentally, and... and it went in
my mouth, and I guess I licked it.  And I guess I sucked it...  And then it
was all hard again and in my mouth.  So I... I started to go down on it.
Kathy, he just exploded.  I absolutely lost control, sucking him dry.  Kathy,
it was marvelous."

"Did you like the taste?" Kathy asked.

"The taste of what?  Oh!  You mean... You mean... Bill's semen?"

"Yes," said Kathy, "Did you?"

"Of course not... I mean..."  Then Jane raised her head defiantly and replied,
"Yes!  Damn it, yes, I did.  It was wonderful: warm and a little salty..."

"Then why are you ashamed?" Kathy asked quietly.

"I'm not ashamed.  I mean... I mean, good girls don't...  Damn it, Kathy, I
don't care what good girls do.  I was just a fighter jock's hot cunt, damn it.
I was great, and he was great, and...  Yes, damn it, I loved it.  I like the
taste.  I like the feel of it.  I can still remember it exploding in my mouth.
Kathy, it was magnificent.  It was nearly as good as our exploding together
with him inside me.  But yes, damn it!  I like it.  I'll leave now.  I'll get
my few things together and..."

"And what?" Kathy asked.  "And most particularly, why?  Why would you possibly
want to leave now?"

Jane looked confused.  "Why because... because I've had a man in my mouth...
and I swallowed it, and.... and I *liked* it.  Of course I have to go."  Jane
started to get up, and Kathy, gently but firmly, pushed her back.

"You didn't ask me."  Kathy said in a matter-of-fact voice.

"Didn't ask you what?" Jane asked, obviously puzzled.

"You didn't ask me if I liked it.  I'll tell you anyway.  Yes, I like it.  I
love the taste.  I like to feel the explosion in my mouth.  I like to pretend
my mouth is my vagina.  I like it, too!"

"But Kathy, you can't!  You're not even married!" Jane wailed.

"Jane, honey, we're talking about sex, not marriage.  Let's face it.  They may
be related but they aren't synonymous.  You had your experience in the context
of what I've gathered was a fabulous, loving marriage.  I haven't been
married, but I have had the experience.  Listening to you, Jane, I have been
awed.  You were making love to Bill in every way you knew how.  Worshiping his
body, if you will.  Listening to you tell the story was beautiful.  You were
expressing your love for Bill and his body.  Jane, I'm convinced that Bill was
a very lucky guy.  And you know something else?  I'm sure he knew it.  Now,
can you do it again with Bob Ferguson?"

Jane now understood what Kathy had been doing.  She started to beam.  It was
like the sun coming out from behind a cloud after a summer shower.  "Kathy,
you mean that going down on a man -- on your lover -- is an expression of the
love you feel for him.  And God, it does feel so good, and leads to... Kathy
Smith, you are wicked!  You led me along and all along you... you... you
wanted me to see how stupid my attitudes have been.  You didn't say it was
awful, I did.  Kathy Smith..."  Jane drew Kathy into her arms and hugged her.
"Kathy Smith, you are a piece of work!  I've been working for you for years
and I liked you.  You have always been thoughtful and generous.  But now...
now, I love you like a sister, but even that isn't good enough.  Kathy, one of
these days the right man will come along.  We'll be able to hear the explosion
for miles!  You are a wonderful person!"

"Thank you, Jane Wilson, for that fine testimonial!  Now, Mrs. Wilson, ma'am,
would you please get that lovely little ass of yours in gear!  You've got a
plane to catch."

"I've got a what!?" Jane exclaimed.

"You know.  Airplane.  It has wings and engines and..."

"Katherine Smith, I take back everything I just said.  You are impossible!
For God's sake, what plane?"

Kathy acted like she was talking to a small girl, telling her how to go to the
grocery store.  "The plane to Kennedy Airport in New York, connecting to the
Swissair flight to Zurich, which connects with another Swissair flight to
Athens.  Then you take the limousine that will meet you to the port of Pirĉus
where you meet Bob's ship.  What other plane would you be taking?"  Kathy
ducked as Jane swung at her.  "By the way, you and Bob have connecting
staterooms.  I expect that you won't be using separate rooms for too long, so,
Jane, when you move in with Bob, would you please tell the purser?  That way,
I can get a refund on the unused portion of your ticket."  Kathy was grinning
broadly until Jane gathered her in her arms and hugged her tightly.  Kathy
could hear small whimpering noises coming from Jane and could feel the tears
flowing down the older girl's cheek to her shoulder.  Kathy held her until the
woman's shaking stopped.

When she pushed back, Jane's eyes were gleaming with tears.  "I should have
known!  You're the girl who gives her fraternity a million dollars.  You
rescue stray dogs and kittens.  I should have known.  You know, Kathy, I can't
thank you?  How can you thank a person who can re-instill youth, love,
feelings, beauty...  Yes, damn it, beauty.  You've made me more beautiful than
I ever dreamed I could be!"

"For God's sake, knock off the maudlin chatter and get your ass in gear!
You'll miss the damn plane and wreck my beautiful plans.  And one more thing.
If I'm not the maid of honor when you marry Bob, I will shoot you!  And I've
got a gun and a carry permit now, too."

Kathy was so proud of Jane at the Norfolk airport.  After checking in on the
Piedmont flight to New York, she saw her walk down the concourse towards the
security checkpoint with her small ass wiggling just a bit.  Kathy smiled as
she saw men's heads turn to follow her progress.  At the gate checking in for
her first class seat, the gate agent saw the radiance in her face.  'I only
wish she was thinking of me,' he thought.

	* * *

It was late August in Norfolk.  The day was steaming when Kathy dressed for
the wedding.  She was to be the maid of honor at Jane's wedding to Bob
Ferguson.  She smiled as she remembered meeting Jane and Bob at Kennedy
Airport on their return flight.  As they came out of the Customs area at the
International Arrivals building, Jane was beautiful and self-assured, walking
with her head up, her shoulders back and her breasts standing out proudly.
Bob Ferguson looked wonderful.  He, too, was trimmer, standing taller and
obviously madly, head-over-heels in love with the apparition by his side.

Bob was the first to see Kathy and came running over.  Kathy noticed that
Jane, too, ran with a smooth runner's stride.  He hugged Kathy and burbled,
"You wouldn't believe what happened.  Here I am on this wonderful cruise, but
absolutely bored to tears, when who should board the ship at Pirĉus but Jane.
She said it was quiet at the office and you told her to get out so you could
concentrate on the bar exams ,so she found this cruise.  You see, the Queen
Elizabeth runs a whole mess of cruises with different designators, depending
on where you board and where you get off.  Jane never dreamed it was the ship
I was on, but anyway, we were in adjoining cabins."  Bob suddenly blushed.
"After a while, we... uh, we... well it was stupid to waste money on two
cabins so... uh... well Jane talked to the purser, and we got a big refund on
her ticket."

Jane was standing behind Bob.  As Kathy looked up Jane gave her a broad wink.
Kathy had chartered a plane to fly them down to Norfolk.  As the plane reached
cruising altitude, Bob fell asleep.  Jane unbuckled her belt and came back to
sit next to Kathy.  She was absolutely radiant.  "Kathy, I feel so good.
These have been the most thrilling weeks of my life.  Kathy, some days we
never got out of bed.  We had our meals brought to the stateroom and just made
love.  Kathy, there's one thing you should know.  Do you remember when we
talked about going down on a man?  Well, it tastes great when you wash it down
with champagne!  I think Dom Pérignon is the best."

Jane and Bob were radiant as they took their marriage vows.  At the reception,
she got Bob aside to ask about the honeymoon plans.  He said that Jane had
found a small island in Hawaii that was very quiet.  Because of the cruise,
they were only going to be gone for a week.  He hadn't been in the office for
months and really had to get back.

	* * *

 It was the last weekend in August.  Kathy had just received word that she had
passed her bar exams with the highest grade on the test.  It was Saturday and
she had to take care of a few things at the office before starting work as an
assistant district attorney.  After signing in with the security guard at the
bank building Kathy went up to Ferguson's offices.  When she let herself into
the outer office she found it was very hot, very stuffy and very quiet.  Then
she remembered that the building's air conditioning and ventilating systems
were shut down over the weekend so the heat of the sun coming through the
windows raised the temperature substantially.  The office was eerily quiet.
Kathy real ized for the first time how much noise was generated by the
ventilation, typewriters, office machines and the hum of human voices.

Quietly, she walked down the corridor and turned the corner heading for her
office.  She stopped when she saw a nude female form bent over an open filing
drawer.  It was Jane.  Kathy slipped off her shoes and put them next to a
desk.  Her feet made no noise on the carpet as she came up behind the girl.
She was intently flipping back and forth through files searching for
something.  Kathy couldn't resist.  Sneaking up behind the girl, she pinched
her bottom hard.  Jane gave a yelp and jumped up, rubbing her bun.

Just then Bob appeared at the office door, wearing only his trousers.  He
looked at the two women he loved most in the world.  Kathy looked down and
noticed signs of dampness on Jane's pubic hair.  Bob blushed.  "We had some
work to do today.  It's awful hot in here on Saturday, so, no one's around,
so...  Besides, Jane likes it this way.  She's even got me not wearing
clothes."  Kathy could look past Bob and see Jane smiling.  She was standing
with her breasts jutting proudly.

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