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   SEDUCTION OF THE BLUE RANGER

   by Cheryl Roberts -----

   CHAPTER I

   "What's the emergency, Zordon?" Tommy queried as the six Rangers
materialized in the Command Center.

   "Yeah, what's Zedd up to this time?" Kimberly asked, rather annoyed at
having yet another date interrupted.  Zedd and Rita had continued their
assault against Angel Grove with more than their usual vigor, and it never
seemed to fail that they got an alert just when she and Tommy felt like
they could spend a little time together.  It was almost as if Zedd was
watching and waiting to spoil their dates on purpose.

   Kim jealously guarded her time alone with Tommy; upon graduating, she
was expected to return to Paris with her mother, so she wanted to spend all
the time she could with him.  She'd been glad when the district gymnastics
competition had finally concluded.  She reflected on that with a bit of
regret.  She had never told any of the others, but she had been asked to
train for the Pan Global games by one of the biggest names in gymnastics:
Gunther Schmidt.  However, she had turned him down.  Her responsibilities
as a Power Ranger came first, and she didn't want to give up Tommy to go
traipsing off to Florida.

   Perhaps all the activity had been for the best, she mused.  It didn't
give her and Tommy the time to miss what they couldn't have.  After her
adventure in Angel Grove cira 1882, she and Tommy had come to terms with
their physical relationship.  Kimberly would have liked to have waited at
least until they were out of high school--a sort of compromise for her
mother's wishes, but that option was taken away when Zedd cast the spell
that forced her and Tommy to have sex to save her life.  However, she
really couldn't say that she was sorry.  Making love to Tommy had been so
awesome; she'd never felt anything like it before.  The memory of that
night on the shores of Indian Lake still made her shiver with delight. 
Unfortunately, that night was also the last time they had made love.  An
unfortunate side effect of their being intimate was that it could rob them
of their Ranger powers.  Considering how hard she had worked to regain her
powers after losing them in the process of her cure, she hadn't wanted to
take the risk.  Having lost and regained his powers on a couple of
different occassions, Tommy didn't want to go through that again either,
but abstaining sure had been difficult.

   "There is no emergency, Rangers," Zordon announced.

   "No emergency?" the six murmured as one, exchanging puzzled glances.

   "Then why did you summon us?" Billy queried, recovering his equilibrium
first.

   "After careful consideration, I believe the time has come to retire the
current power team."

   For a moment, no one could speak.  Then came a tumult of voices.

   "What?"

   "Why?"

   "Did we do something wrong?"

   "This decision is not a reflection upon your performance.  Truly, this
planet could not have better defenders, and I am proud of all you have
accomplished.  However, all six of you are due to graduate from high school
in the next two weeks.  A new chapter in your lives is about to begin; it
is time to close this one."

   "But Zedd's still out there; who will stand against him?" Tommy
wondered.

   "For the last month, I have been training your replacements," Zordon
revealed.  "It had to be done in complete secrecy lest Lord Zedd discover
my plans."

   "Won't you tell us who they are?" Kim inquired.

   "Not at the present.  I feel it is in the best interest of both teams
that neither is aware of the others' identies."

   Another pause settled over the gathering as each considered Zordon's
words.  The news hit Kimberly, Tommy and Billy especially hard; they had
been Rangers since the beginning.  Being Rangers was what had brought
Kimberly and Tommy together, and Kimberly and Billy found that their
friendship had grown stronger while they had been teammates.  It was as if
they had grown up being Rangers.

   At last, Zordon broke the silence.  "Alpha . . . ."

   "Do I have to?" Alpha-5 moaned as he shuffled forward.  He carried a box
to house the power coins until they could be transferred to their new
owners.

   "It must be done, Alpha.  We knew that this day would come.  It is not
the first parting we have experienced; nor will it be the last."

   "I know, but they never seem to get any easier," Alpha sighed.

   "Adam, Aisha, Rocky, Tommy, Kimberly and Billy, you have all served well
and have made many sacrifices in the line of duty.  It is time the torch
was passed."

   Solemnly, one by one, the Rangers placed their power coins in the box.
More than one teen was misty-eyed and more than one hand shook as the coins
were returned.

   "I feel like I did the day I found out my folks were getting divorced,"
Kim whispered to Tommy.  He put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

   "Though you no longer hold the coins, the power will protect you
always," Zordon said.  "Alpha, teleport the Rangers home."

   "I won't say good-bye, Rangers," Alpha murmured, sounding for all the
world as if he was sniffling.  "I know we'll see each other
again--someday."

   ***

   "I can't believe it's over," Kim murmured as she and the other Rangers
re-materialized in a quiet corner of the Youth Center.  She wiped at her
eyes.  All were still slightly stunned.

   "I know.  I feel so empty inside," Aisha agreed as they pulled extra
chairs around a table near the juice bar.

   "Zordon was doing the right thing," Billy said.  "It was time for us to
retire."

   "I guess so, but I hate leaving things unfinished," Tommy continued.  "I
wish we could have gotten rid of Zedd and Rita so no one else would have
had to finish our fight."

   "I don't think I'll be able to get used to being helpless against Zedd's
monsters," Adam remarked.

   "We won't be helpless," Tommy hastened to say.  "We always managed to
handle the putties and tengas while un-morphed.  We still have skills that
can be of use."

   "And knowledge as well," Billy added.  "Perhaps that is why Zordon did
not request that we turn in our communicators.  He may want to have the new
Rangers consult with us at some future date."

   "I wish he would have told us who the new Rangers were," Kim sighed. 
"If we knew, we could help cover for them when they need to make a quick
exit and stuff like that."

   "True, but we won't be around all the time; they have to learn--as we
did--how to handle those situations.  Our positon now is as a resource, not
a crutch," Billy pointed out.

   "Besides, maybe keeping us in the dark about the identity of the new
Rangers is Zordon's way of trying to protect us," Aisha suggested.  "That
way, Zedd won't have a reason to bother us."

   "That's the thing that worries me," Kim admitted.  She glanced up at
Tommy.  "What if Zedd does try to get back at us for all we did to him?"

   "I hadn't thought of that," Adam murmured.

   "I doubt that will happen," Billy said confidently.  "Without our
powers, we pose no threat to Zedd and Rita.  We'll be beneath their notice.
They never went after Jason and the others after they went to Switzerland."


   Kimberly, however, still had her doubts.  Zedd and Rita never went after
any of the others the way they did Tommy, and Zedd had displayed more than
a passing interest in Kim and Tommy's love life.  He had derived too much
enjoyment out of Kim's activities while she and Tommy had been prisoners in
his lunar citadel, and Sagitteros' spell had been even kinkier.  Kim would
not feel safe until Zedd was gone for good.

   "As much as I hate not being a Ranger any longer, I'm kind of looking
forward to being able to do whatever I want without worrying about the
communicator going off," Rocky said.

   "We won't have to make excuses to our folks . . . ." Aisha chimed in.

   " . . .  or dodge Bulk and Skull . . . ." Adam supplied.

   ". . .  or be forced to do things because of one of Zedd and Rita's
spells . . . ." Billy concurred.

   " . . .  or have to worry about losing our powers," Tommy concluded.  He
glanced over at Kimberly to see if she had picked up on his train of
thought.  He could tell by the sparkle in her eyes that she had.  There had
been so many times during the last six months when he almost couldn't hold
back; now, there was no longer any reason that he and Kimberly couldn't
pick up where they had left off in November.

   "It'll be nice to make a date with a girl and not have to break it,"
Rocky mused as his gaze latched onto Jessica Peterson and followed her as
she walked across the Youth Center.

   "Speaking of dates, if you and Tommy don't scoot, you're going to miss
your movie," Aisha reminded Kim.  She had been talking to Kim about her
plans for the afternoon while Kim was getting dressed--before they received
the call from Zordon.

   "And I wasn't quite ready when we had to leave," Kim yelped as she
jumped up.  "Tommy, would you mind taking me by the house for a minute
before we head out to the theater?"

   "No problem, Kim.  We'll catch you guys later," Tommy said.

   "I don't think they're going to miss active duty all that much," Rocky
snickered as the two disappeared through the doorway.

   "The only thing they'll miss is scoping each other out while wearing
those form-fitting uniforms," Aisha concurred with a giggle of her own.

   "Aisha," Adam scolded.

   Billy said nothing, but privately, he knew he was going to miss those
pink tights, too.

   ***

   "I'll only be a minute," Kim informed Tommy as they pulled into the
Campbell's driveway.

   "Actually, Kim, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind a change of plans,"
Tommy proposed.

   "Oh?  What did you have in mind?"

   "Well, my dad's out of town for the weekend, and my mom's working a
double . . . ." Tommy began hesitantly.  He couldn't believe he was so
nervous about suggesting he and Kimberly go to his place to fool around. 
It wasn't like they hadn't even discussed the subject during their forced
abstinence; in truth, they had discussed it quite often--sharing erotic
dreams, ironing out sensitive topics and so forth.  By the same token, they
hadn't exactly been celibate, either.  A couple of their make-out sessions
had come dangerously close to going all the way--especially those times
when Kim would dance for him.

   "Are you suggesting we take advantage of having your house to ourselves
this evening?" Kim queried, an impish sparkle flickering in her eyes and a
playful grin tugging at her lips.

   "Would you like to?"

   "I've been waiting six months for you to ask me that," Kim answered with
a sigh that was almost a growl.  She pulled Tommy to her and kissed him
hotly.

   "Then let's go," Tommy said with all due enthusiasm.

   "I still need to run upstairs for a moment," Kim replied, slipping out
of his 4 x 4.  "I picked up something that I've been dying to show you. 
I'll be right back."

   -----

   CHAPTER II

   No sooner had they reached Tommy's house, than Kim disappeared into the
bathroom, and Tommy headed for his bedroom.  He couldn't seem to stay still
as he waited for Kim.  There's no reason to be so nervous, he chided
himself.  If this had been their first coupling, he could understand having
butterflies in his stomach.  It was just that this time was so different
from any of the other occasions they had been intimate.  No one was forcing
them this time, and they weren't practically naked--like when Kim was in
the infirmary.  It wasn't a situation they were being thrown into; they
were creating the situation.  Part of his jitters had to do with the fact
that having Kim naked in his bed was something that he had dreamed about
ever since he first started dating her.  A wry smile crossed his lips as he
realized that he and Kim had never actually made love in a bed--the floor
of the infirmary, in the water, on the beach, a couple of near misses in
his 4 x 4, but never in a bed.  Also contributing to his nervousness and
excitement was the fact that they were at his house; there was an element
of risk to their doing it in his room.  Although his mother was working,
she could come home at any time.

   Tommy prowled about his room, fiddling with this and that.  Briefly, he
considered getting undressed, but he didn't want to appear too eager.  He
wasn't sure, but he thought that Kim might enjoy taking his clothes off
herself.  He had worn the black slacks she really liked (I love the way
they hug your butt she had told him) and a button down shirt.  He settled
for pulling it off; Kim always liked it when he wore tank tops anyway.  He
tugged at the band holding back his ponytail but decided to leave it for
Kim.  The waiting was getting to him, and he was just about to go check on
Kim when he heard her clear her throat behind him.  He turned to find Kim
peering around the door frame.

   "What's up?" he wondered.

   "Nothing much.  Just a little outfit I've been dying to show you," she
responded with a with a smile.  Then, she stepped into the doorway and
struck an alluring pose.

   Tommy felt his knees go weak and his cock stand at attention as he took
in the garment Kim was almost wearing.  His eyes drank in the sight of her
from head to toe.  Kim's hair hung low over her shoulders, and she
accentuated her sexy face with just the tiniest hint of make-up.  A thin
ribbon of black satin encircled her neck.  Her hands slowly roamed down
from her hair and skimmed over her face and down to the rest of her firm,
petite body.  Her fingers glossed over a pink satin teddy, cut low at the
breast and high at the thighs, trimmed with black lace; it just barely
covered her.  Her pert mounds nearly spilled over the rims of the shallow
cups, but those cups molded her bosom to create the illusion of deep
cleavage.  A pair of sexy black heels which set off her shapely legs
completed the ensemble.

   "Do you like?" Kim queried as she sashayed into the room.  She drew
closer to Tommy and snaked her arms up around his neck.  She felt the
pounding of his heart as her hands slid over his chest and the heat of his
erection as it pressed against her hips.

   Tommy wanted to say something, but the words failed him.  He swallowed
hard and nodded his head.

   With a radiant smile, Kim sauntered past him, giving him an excellent
view of the thong back, and stopped in front of the mirror on his dresser.
She studied her reflection more critically than she had in the bathroom. 
She had bought the lingerie not long after their return from Zedd's
citadel. She just hadn't had the nerve to wear it for him yet.  She
remembered how he looked at her when she wore the leathers and danced for
him in her underwear when they had been Zedd's prisoners, and she had
longed to have him look at her like that again.  It warmed her to see the
light shining in his eyes now.  As she considered her reflection, she still
wasn't quite satisfied with what she saw.  The effect wasn't quite what she
was hoping for.  After a moment's consideration, she realized the problem
lay with her hair.  Frowning slightly, she began arranging it anew. 
Nothing seemed to suit until she toyed with a loose bun, and that struck a
familiar chord in her.

   It brought back images from her dream a couple of nights ago.  She had
been dressed in sexy lingerie as she was now; her hair had been up--that's
what brought it all back.  She wore a leather teddy in that scenario, and
she modeled it, posing and prancing around to the delight of her
"audience," only Tommy hadn't been her audience.  She had been modeling the
teddy for Billy.

   She had started out fully clothed; she and Billy had been in his lab. 
She had been watching him while he worked and had been overcome by a
powerful urge to kiss Billy--much as she had that time in the infirmary. 
Billy had tried to resist, but she wouldn't listen.  Upon retrieving her
tongue from Billy's mouth, she pushed him into a chair and held him
spellbound by stripping for him.  It gave her chills to see Billy's wide
blue eyes gazing at her as she slowly peeled off each garment.  It thrilled
her to see the growing bulge in his jeans.  She had felt so incredibly
sexy.

   Kim's hand absently slid down her body as the vivid images played in her
mind.  She had touched herself like that for Billy in her dream, displaying
herself for him.  She had teased him a bit--drawing close enough for him
almost to touch her but not quite.  She pushed Billy until he couldn't take
it any longer.  He finally jumped up and crushed her in his arms.  He had
been surprisingly strong, and he devoured her mouth with equally surprising
passion.  Kim tore off his shirt, wanting to run her hands over his naked
chest.  Billy pressed her hips to his, his hands full of her ass cheeks. 
Then he began kissing his way down her neck, and Kim had been content to
let him explore and play with her body.  Their love-play continued until
Billy had laid her out on his lab table and buried his hardness deep inside
her.

   Kim gasped, and the sound shattered the dream's hold on her.  Her vision
of making love to Billy had been as powerful and as vivid as any dream she
ever had of making love to Tommy, and this wasn't the first time that she
had had this type of dream.  Actually, she was a little disturbed by it. 
Why was she dreaming about having sex with Billy?  It wasn't that her
feelings had changed towards Tommy; if anything, she was more in love with
Tommy now than she had ever been Granted, she had always had a certain
amount of affection for Billy.  After all, he was one of her oldest and
dearest friends.  He was a very sweet person--underneath all the big words.
Billy was not unattractive; Kim had always found him cute--in a geeky sort
of way, but his tenure as a Ranger had brought about some very nice changes
in him.

   Kim's train of thought was suddenly disrupted by the gentlest of
caresses.  She felt Tommy's hands on her shoulders and his lips on her
neck.

   "Hey, Beautiful, where are you?" he queried.

   Kim's gaze refocused on the mirror.  Tommy was right behind her.  Even
as his hands stroked her body, his expression was sober.  He regarded her
with concern.

   "Is something wrong?" Tommy wondered.

   "Just thinking," Kim mumbled sheepishly, trying to shake off her
musings. Tommy's hand slid down her back and glided over the swell of her
bottom.  She felt herself warming to his touch.  She really loved it when
he lightly stroked her ass like that.  A soft purr rumbled up in her
throat, and she leaned back against Tommy's body.  "Mmm!"

   "You looked so distant . . .  so serious there for awhile," Tommy
prompted.

   Kim wanted to put Tommy off; she couldn't tell him about this, but she
was getting hot just thinking about her dream.  Adding to her excitement
were the sensations evoked by Tommy's hands on her body.  As she
acknowledged her arousal, she became aware of a familiar warmth at the back
of her mind.  It was the touch of Tommy's mind--their link.  It rather took
her by surprise.  Zordon had thought that the mental connection would fade
over time, and it had, somewhat.  Their minds were only accessible to one
another during periods of intense emotions . . .  usually intense arousal.
Kim had thought that once they surrendered their power coins that would be
the end of the link; apparently, that was not the case.  With Tommy being
able to touch her thoughts and emotions--however slightly--there was no way
she was going to be able to put him off with a little white lie.  Kim
glanced at herself in the mirror and noticed the blush in her cheeks and
observed Tommy's arched eyebrows as he saw it, too.  She turned away from
the dresser, and it was her turn to prowl nervously about Tommy's room.

   "What is it?" Tommy asked, acutely aware of her discomfort and
embarrassment.

   "I was just thinking about a dream I had the other night," she answered
offhandedly, trying to sound and make herself feel as if it was no big
deal.

   "What sort of dream was it?" Tommy pursued.

   Kim could tell he wasn't buying her nonchalance, and her blush deepened.
Her obvious distress only piqued Tommy's interest all the more.

   "You can tell me; you've told me about your dreams before," Tommy
continued, "and you've had some doozies." Tommy grinned as he thought about
some of the kinky escapades he and Kimberly had had in her imagination.

   Kim sighed and steeled herself.  Tommy wasn't going to let her off the
hook; his curiosity was fully roused.  Sometimes, having him in touch with
her emotions was a pain in the butt.  "I know, but . . . ."

   "So, where were we and what were we doing?"

   "Actually, you weren't in this one."

   "Oh?  Were you fooling around with someone else?"

   Tommy's query startled Kimberly; surely he hadn't picked up THAT much
from her.  She glanced back at him and noted his broad smile. 
Astonishingly enough, he didn't seem the least bit upset at the prospect
that she had been doing someone else in her dreams.

   "I'd really rather not talk about it," Kim answered.

   "Who was it?"

   Kim responded to his question with a puzzled frown.

   "What's the matter?"

   "You are.  Doesn't it bother you that I dreamt about sleeping with
someone else?"

   "Should it?"

   "I would think so; it bothers me."

   "Why?"

   "Well . . .  I mean . . . ." Kim fumbled, her cheeks burning hotter.

   Tommy laughed softly at her reaction.  He walked up to her, took her
hands, and led her over to the bed.  He sat down and eased her down next to
him.  "Now you've got me really curious.  You can tell me who it was; I
promise not to get angry."

   "I wish this wouldn't have come up," Kim grumbled.

   "Sorry, but you just went blank on me while I was talking to you.  Then,
I started picking up on our link.  I felt your excitement and then your
embarrassment.  It was kind of hard to ignore."

   "That link can be such a pain."

   "Especially once a month," Tommy agreed, to Kim's complete astonishment
and utter mortification.

   "You mean you can tell . . .  ?" she gasped.

   Tommy simply shrugged.  He had long ago come to the conclusion that
their link had more to do with hormones than with emotions--it better
explained why they sometimes picked up on each other's dreams.  He had
never told Kim about being able to pick up on her PMS because she would
haved died of embarrassment, and he had learned not to pay too much
attention to it.

   Kim buried her face in her hands.  "Oh God . . . ."

   "Don't worry about it," Tommy said gently, giving her a hug.  Then he
returned to the topic of her dream.  "Tell you what.  Why don't I try and
guess who it was."

   "Tommy . . . ." Kim objected.

   "Let's see . . .  Lord Zedd?"

   Kim scowled at him, giving him a look that said don't be ridiculous.

   "Naw, that'd be a nightmare, not a wet dream," Tommy continued with a
jaunty laugh.  "What about Skull?  Nope, not Skull either--same category as
Zedd, I think." He dodged as Kim took a swipe at him.  Suddenly, the
playfullness left his expression, and he regarded Kimberly thoughtfully. 
The change in his demeanor caught her off guard.  "Billy."

   Kim gaped at him.  She could tell by his tone . . .  he wasn't guessing.
He knew.  His response caught her so off guard that she didn't even think
to refute it.  "How . . .  ?"

   Tommy smiled broadly at her astounded expression.  "There were a couple
of things.  For starters, you and Billy have been friends for a long time;
there's bound to be a certain amount of affection between you, and the two
of you have gotten closer ever since Trini left.  Then, of course, there
was all the stuff that happened in Zedd's palace.  There had to be some
reason why you ripped Billy's shirt off . . . ."

   At Tommy's statement, the memories of those days on the moon came
surging forth in a black rush.  Suddenly she was back in Zedd's holding
cell with Billy and the others.  Her pulse was still pounding from her
dancing for Tommy; her hormones were practically out of control.  She had
heard about wanting someone so badly it hurt; now she knew what that meant.
It had been so hard trying to keep her head clear; Zedd was wanting her to
"inspect" the prisoners, her new playmates.  Kim hadn't really wanted to,
but she had to maintain the charade.  It had just been too easy to stay in
character.  Touching Rocky, Adam, and Aisha had been exciting, but it had
all been a matter of show until she came to Billy.

   She remembered running her hands over Billy's shoulders and arms; she
remembered thinking just how well Billy had filled out.  She had liked
touching him; it had been exciting, and then she had the opportunity to do
something she had always wanted to do: see Billy without a shirt.  As long
as she could recall, she had never seen Billy shirtless.  Granted, he had
taken to wearing tank tops more often over the last couple of years, but he
always wore a shirt.  She couldn't help herself when she tore the shirt
from his back, and she had been surprised and delighted to discover the
light brown curls on his chest.  It was so different from Tommy's smooth,
hard muscles--a difference she had liked.

   " . . .  and then there was the way you opened up to him when you
slipped him the key to the restraints . . . ."

   More memories surfaced . . .  memories she thought she had come to terms
with.  Zedd had been watching, so she had to pretend to be seducing Billy;
only, somewhere along the way she had ceased pretending.  She ran her hands
all over his body . . .  kissed him all over . . . .  Billy had been so
aroused in spite of his efforts to resist her.  She recalled how
desperately she had wanted to tear his shorts off and take his cock into
her mouth.  There was no telling what she would have done if the stress of
the previous four days hadn't broken her.  Overwhelmed by everything she
had endured, everything she had been forced to do while under the spell and
had done of her own volition, instead of ravaging Billy, she confessed all
that had taken place.

   "Billy told me that you didn't keep anything back," Tommy continued. 
"You couldn't have done that with just anybody, and you said yourself that
you couldn't have done to Adam and Rocky what you did to . . .  Kimberly?"

   Tommy hadn't been paying attention to Kimberly's reactions as he
expounded on his process of deduction, but suddenly her emotions washed
over him: all the old guilt, grief, anger, and shame.  Tommy turned to find
Kim curled into a tight ball, her arms hugging her knees to her chest. 
Teardrops glistened on her cheeks as she sat there trembling.  Tommy swore
inwardly.  How could he have been so stupid as to dredge up those memories?
There were still times when he had difficulty dealing with what happened in
Zedd's citadel; he couldn't begin to imagin what Kimberly felt.  "I'm
sorry, Kim."

   "I had thought that maybe I had done all those things to Billy because
of a residual side effect of Zedd's spell," Kim said at last, almost as if
she hadn't heard Tommy.  She wiped at her eyes.  "But just like with all
the things I had done to you, that all came from me and not the spell.  It
was me all the time.  Even when I kissed Billy in the infirmary . . . ."

   "You mean you did that on purpose?" Tommy gaped.  He recalled that
incident quite vividly.  The two of them had literally collapsed after
purging the last (or so they thought) of Sagitteros' spell from Kimberly's
body; shortly thereafter, Billy arrived to see if the White Ranger still
had his powers.  While Tommy was cleaning up in the lavatory, Kim had
gotten out of bed and was all over Billy, seemingly in the grip of a dream.


   "Yes," Kim confessed softly.  She was nervous about admitting that to
Tommy; she had known that he always thought that she had been sleepwalking.


   "Why'd you do it?" Tommy wondered.  He wasn't upset about it.  In fact,
at the time, seeing Kim pursuing Billy had almost been enough to get him
hard again.  He had been sorely tempted to see just how far Kim would have
gone, but Billy's embarrassment (in spite of his obvious enjoyment) had
prompted Tommy to pull her off him.

   "I don't know," she sniffled.  "I wasn't exactly in my right mind at the
time.  I felt giddy--wild and out of control.  My hormones just wouldn't
settle down even though I was all fucked out.  I caught Billy staring at
me, and I just got the uncontrollable urge to see what he'd do if I kissed
him."

   It was more than that, but Kim could not bring herself to tell Tommy
that Billy had watched them make love.  She had been aware of Billy's
presence almost as soon as he entered the infirmary.  The cold blast of air
from the outer hallway had awoken her.  She had been intrigued by Billy's
reactions, and she just couldn't resist seeing how far she could push him.
The blow job she had given Tommy, the request for a slow fuck--all of it
had been a performance for Billy.  Oh, and what a performance it had been!
Knowing that Billy was watching her and Tommy had been very exciting.  It
had made her feel so . . .  she couldn't put the feeling into words.  She
hadn't minded him watching their love making; it was only afterwards that
she realized he had seen her lose control.  That bothered her.

   She had never been able to figure out if Billy had been aware of her
knowledge of his presence; he had never demonstrated any signs that he knew
he had been observed.  Kim doubted that she could have faced Billy if she
knew that Billy had been aware of her scrutiny.

   Kim looked up at Tommy anxiously; she was afraid to see what his
reaction to her revaltions might be.  Surprisingly, he didn't seem at all
upset.

   "It's all right, Kim," he assured her as he wrapped his arms around her.
He gently eased her back onto his bed and began lightly running his hands
over her body to try and soothe her taut muscles.  "I understand you having
feelings for Billy, too."

   "It's just that until this business with Zedd's spells, I'd never
thought of Billy like that," Kim admitted.  "He's always kind of been like
a brother to me . . .  and you don't dream about doing it with your
brother."

   "But he's not your brother."

   "Okay, so maybe my friendship with Billy explains why I'm having my
dreams, but it doesn't explain why you don't mind me dreaming about making
love to him."

   "I'd rather have you dreaming about fooling around with Billy than with
Skull," Tommy quipped.

   "Tommy, I'm serious.

   "All right, answer me this: why do you think you want to fool around
with Billy?"

   "I don't know," Kim murmured.  She paused to give the matter a little
more thought.  "In my dreams, it's just sort of a spur of the moment thing.
I don't think it's because I'm in love with him or anything like that. 
It's more like I want to see what he'd do.  I guess I want to see what he'd
be like in bed."

   "That's kind of what I figured: curiosity.  I don't see what's so wrong
with that."

   "Have you ever dreamed about making love to another woman?"

   "Not since we started dating."

   Kim cringed inwardly.  If Tommy had remained true to her, even in his
dreams, what did that say about her?

   Tommy had a sense of what was going through Kimberly's mind as he made
that statement.  He could't let her get down on herself for it.  "While
I've never dreamed about fooling around with another woman, I have
fantasized about seeing you and Billy together."

   "Huh?"

   Tommy grinned at Kim's expression of utter amazement.  This was
something he had wrestled with for quite some time--ever since Billy had
told him about the things Kim had done in Zedd's dungeon.  At first, he had
no problem with it because he thought Kim had done those things under the
influence of Zedd's spell, but even after finding out that that wasn't the
case, he still hadn't been upset.

   Tommy knew that he didn't need to feel threatened by Billy.  Next to
Kimberly, Billy was his closest friend on the team.  He had figured out
that Billy harbored a secret crush on Kim, but Tommy also knew that Billy
would be the first one to say he was genuinely happy for him and Kim. 
Tommy also knew that he didn't have to worry about Kim; even if they had
never been inside each other's minds . . .  just knowing the sacrifices she
had made in order to save him told him where her heart truly lay.

   From the start, the thought of Kim doing Billy had inexplicably excited
him.  His first reaction when Billy had told him about the "inspection" was
man, I wish I could have seen that.  It wasn't so much the thought of
watching her do someone else that appealed as it was the thought of simply
watching her.  Seeing her dance in the dungeon . . .  watching her as she
stalked and kissed Billy . . .  in fact, when Billy had confessed to seeing
the two of them make love, Tommy had been envious.  He loved seeing
Kimberly in action--he would have loved to have seen her give Billy a blow
job.  It was difficult to watch her when she was doing himself.

   "What can I say?" Tommy went on with a shrug.  "From the first time I
saw you dance in the cell, I knew I got off on watching you.  The way you
touched yourself . . .  the expression on your face . . .  you had that
same look when you went after Billy in the infirmary.  It was a sort of
lustful glow--man, it was powerful.  I like watching you when you're horny
and enjoying yourself.  I guess having seen you go after Billy is the
reason why I fantasize about it; I know I'm going to like what I see."

   Kim was too astounded to say anything in response.  It was a lot to take
in at the moment.

   "Hey, things have gotten a little too heavy," Tommy began offhandedly.
"Why don't you roll over and let me give you a backrub."

   "Sure," Kim agreed.  That would give her a chance to think about
everything Tommy had just told her.  She closed her eyes and rested her
chin on her folded hands as Tommy began kneading the tension out of her
shoulders.  She found herself melting under his touch and let her troubled
mind drift.

   Tommy drew his hands down Kim's back and softly brushed his fingers over
the curve of her ass.  He spent several minutes simply stroking her behind.
He sensed her mind relaxing even as her body began quickening to his touch.


   "How'd you do it?" he asked, unable to abandon the topic of Kim's
attraction to Billy.

   "Do what?" Kim murmured dreamily.

   "Seduce Billy."

   "I could never . . .  !" Kim gasped in protest, turning slightly to look
at Tommy.  The look in his eye seemed to say oh really?  "Never" was a
pretty strong term, considering that they had done a lot of things that
they normally wouldn't have done but for outside influences "Well, maybe if
I was under Zedd's spell or something like that, but I wouldn't have the
nerve to actually do that while I was in my right mind.  I'd be afraid of
jeopardizing my friendship with him or our relationship; I'd probably make
a a fool out of myself--especially if he said no."

   "If you danced for him, there's no way he'd say no," Tommy teased, "but
that's not what I meant.  I was asking how did you do it--seduce him in
your dream--not how would you do it."

   "Oh." Images from Tuesday night's vision flickered through Kim's mind;
they were powerful scenes, and Kim's pulse raced at the memory.

   Tommy rolled Kimberly onto her back again.  He raked his fingers through
her hair then softly caressed her face.  His fingers danced down the curve
of her throat to the swell of her breats over the bodice of her lingerie.
His hands travelled over the satin and lace, his thumbs brushing her
hardening nipples.  He lingered awhile over her breasts, teasing them.  He
noted the quickening of her breath and felt the pounding of her heart.  As
his hands wandered lower, her hips gave the slightest of thrusts. 
Something had gotten her hot awfully quickly.  Tommy suddenly ceased his
stroking and sat back.  Kim whimpered pleadingly.

   "Tell me about your dream," Tommy insisted, smiling wickedly.

   "No fair," Kim pouted.  Tommy didn't need to tell her that he wouldn't
touch her again unless she gave in.  He was just starting to get her going.
In the short time that they had been intimate, Tommy had learned how to
play her body well.  Between Tommy's hands and memories of her dream, Kim
was definitely needing to be touched.  "You really want me to tell you what
Billy and I were doing in my dream?"

   "Of course."

   "Well . . .  Billy and I were in his lab; who knew or cared where you
were," she began sarcastically.  Tommy met her facetious scowl with a
placid smile of his own, to Kim's annoyance.  However, he had resumed
caressing her body, so she continued.  "He was demonstrating something on
the computer for me.  While I was watching him, I had the urge to kiss him.
So I did--like this."

   Kim sat up suddenly, threw her arms around Tommy's neck, and savaged his
mouth.  His eyes went wide with surprise at the ferocity of her kiss. 
Tommy knew that, as much as the dream had disturbed Kim, it had excited her
as well.  He could feel her excitement in the tremors which shuddered
through her body.

   "Billy resisted at first, but I soon wore him down," she continued.  Kim
hopped up from the bed and pulled Tommy to his feet.  "We ran our hands all
over each other; I especially like the way his ass filled out his jeans,
and he seemed pretty pleased with mine." Her hands roamed Tommy's body and
finally came to light on his bottom.  Kim gave him a healthy squeeze which
made him moan.  "I pulled his hips to mine, wanting to feel the bulge in
his jeans rubbing against my hot, wet pussy." Slowly, Kim worked herself
against Tommy's cock through his slacks.

   "I was getting so hot, and poor, sweet Billy wasn't quite sure what to
do next.  We both had too many clothes on, so I decided to take them off."

   Kim pushed Tommy away from her and propelled him backwards until he
tumbled into his desk chair.  As he sat there trying to regain his
bearings, Kim started dancing to a phantom tune.  It wasn't anything as
wild as her Zoning, but it was very sexy.  Her body rocked to music only
she could hear as she peeled off imaginary clothing, pretending to strip
down to her teddy.  Once she was left with her underwear, she paraded about
before Tommy, touching herself, displaying herself for his enjoyment.  She
played with her breasts, caressing and fondling them, tweaking her nipples
through the satin of her cups.  Her hands slid down her abdomen, following
the curve of her hips and slipping between her legs to rub her mound.  She
turned around, flashing her ass and running her hands all over her creamy
cheeks.

   When she turned around, she fixed Tommy with a smoldering stare that set
his pulse to pounding anew.  She held his gaze with heavy lidded eyes and a
teasing purse to her lips as she slid the straps of her lingerie down her
shoulders.

   It was more than Tommy could take, and he didn't need Kim's prompting to
know what Billy had done next.  Tommy jumped up from the chair and crushed
Kim in his arms.  His mouth covered hers in a fiery kiss, and his tongue
invaded the deepest reaches of her mouth.  Kim responded with an equal
ferocity of desire.  As they kissed, she tugged the tank top out of his
waistband.  She all but tore the garment off his body.

   "Mm, I loved running my fingers through the curly hair on his chest,"
Kim moaned as her fingers grazed Tommy's muscles.  Playfully she nipped and
nibbled his flesh.  She especially delighted in roughly licking his
nipples. Her mouth was starting to drive Tommy crazy.  Then, she slowly
kissed her way down his abdomen and nuzzled her cheek against his crotch.
Her fingers worked at unfastening his pants and pulling them down his
hips--briefs and all.

   "Oh, how I wanted his cock in my mouth!" Kim growled as she knelt before
Tommy, her face level with his raging hard-on.  She licked her lips
hungrily as her fingers danced along the length of his organ and tickled
his balls.

   Tommy felt his knees go weak as he looked down to see the expression on
Kim's face.  It was a hungry, predatory look--a look of utter satisfaction
and triumph.  It sent shivers down his spine.  He choked back a pleading
whimper as Kim's wet lips hovered so near his aching rod but not quite
touching it.  Finally, she moved in closer, taking just the head into her
mouth, and she held it there, doing nothing else for what seemed to Tommy
like an eternity.  Almost involuntarily, his hips snapped forward slightly,
but Kim prevented his cock from penetrating her mouth any further.  Just
when Tommy thought he'd go out of his mind in anticipation, Kim started
using her tongue, caressing the head then licking her way down his shaft.
She worked her way to his balls, drawing one then the other into her mouth
and bathing them lavishly with her soft, wet tongue.

   There was no holding back Tommy's groan this time.  He sighed deeply as
Kim licked her way back up the length of his cock, but maddeningly, she
still didn't take him into her mouth.  Instead, she slowly prowled around
him until she was nuzzling him cheek to cheek.

   "God, Billy had a cute ass," she said breathlessly as she played with
Tommy's behind.

   Tommy had forgotten how sensitive his ass was.  It was all he could do
to remain standing while Kim licked and nibbled on his ass cheeks, and when
she lightly ran her finger up his crack he nearly lost it, especially when
she followed her finger with her tongue.

   "Kim!" he begged; he wasn't sure he could take much more of her teasing.


   "I was so tempted to suck him off," Kim continued throatily as she
crawled around until she was kneeling before Tommy again.  "His cock looked
so delicious; I wanted to know what he tasted like." With a swift bob of
her head, Kim wrapped her lips around Tommy's cock and took it as deep in
her mouth as she could.  As she slowly worked his tool in and out of her
mouth, she felt Tommy's hand at the back of her head and detected the
movement of his hips as he started fucking her mouth.  She lost herself in
the blow job, and it was quite difficult to pull away.  "However, I wasn't
ready for Billy to come yet.  It was my turn, so I hopped up onto the lab
table." Kim abandoned her kneeling position and kicked off her shoes.  She
sat down on the bed.  She ran her hands through her hair and down her
chest, peeling aside the lace trimmed satin in their wake.  She spread her
legs in invitation and unsnapped the garment.  Her fingers fluttered over
her glistening curls and reached down to rub her swollen clit.

   Tommy dropped to his knees.  He loved it when Kim played with herself
for him.  As he dipped in closer, he could feel her heat and smelled the
scent of her sex.  It made his mouth water.  He just had to have a taste.

   "I wanted his tongue on my pussy so badly," Kim moaned.  She wanted
Tommy's tongue just as badly now.  She leaned back on the bed, arching her
back and offering her hips up to Tommy.  He drew closer to her mound, and
Kim's fingers found their way to his hair.  She guided him closer still,
and a sigh of perfect contentment burst forth from her lips as Tommy's
tongue slid along her gash.  "Oh, Tommy, please eat me!" However, Tommy
pulled away.  "Tommy?"

   "It's not Tommy doing this to you; it's Billy.  Tommy wasn't in your
dream, remember?" Tommy chided her mischievously.

   "Don't tease me, Tommy," Kim pleaded.

   "Not until you play along."

   "Tommy . . . ."

   "Come on, Kimberly.  You're on the lab table; Billy's kneeling between
your legs," Tommy murmured, resetting the stage of her fantasy.  "He can
feel your heat.  He can see how wet you are and how red and swollen your
clit is.  It's just begging to be sucked and licked." In addition to his
verbal torment, Tommy ran his finger along the fleshy edge of her
netherlips.  He touched Kim everywhere but on her clitoris.

   "Billy can smell the aroma of your pussy; it's driving him wild, he
wants to taste it so badly.  He wants to eat you as much as you want to be
eaten; all you have to do is ask him." Tommy was having difficulty keeping
the grin off his face as he watched Kim's emotions play across her face:
amazement, annoyance, and finally aggravation.  She was aching to come.

   "Please, Billy," Kim demanded, giving in at last.  "Eat me!"

   Without further prompting, Tommy thrust his tongue into her pussy,
lapping at her juices with more than his usual enthusiasm.

   "Yes!" Kim growled, her fingers tugging at her nipples as fiery tremors
raced through her body.  It had been so long since she had been eaten out.
She had nearly forgotten how incredible it felt.  She thrashed about on the
bed, humping Tommy's face.  Every stroke of his tongue had her gasping for
more.  "Make me come, Billy; please make me come!" Leaving one hand to
pleasure her tits, Kimberly reached down and grabbed a handful of Tommy's
hair.  She forced his face deeper into her pussy, riding him as hard as she
could as she felt her orgasm bubbling to the surface.

   "I'm gonna come . . .  oh God . . .  don't stop!  More . . .  that's it
. . .  now, oh now!" Kim's body went taut, poised on the edge of delightful
oblivion, then the erruption came, hard, hot and fast.  With a gutteral
cry, her body arched off the bed only to slam back down.  Wave after wave
of pleasure ripped through her, and the tongue on her mound never stopped
licking.

   "Billy--Tommy--somebody fuck me!" Kim shrieked, all the while writhing
wildly on the bed.

   Although it gave him a chance to catch his breath, Tommy reluctantly
tore his mouth away from the delightful juices he was feasting on and
quickly rammed his cock into Kim's tight, wet snatch.  Tommy gave a full
bodied moan of his own as Kim's velvety walls fitted themselves around his
rod.  Her pussy gripped him so tightly that he almost couldn't move. 
However, Kim was so into being fucked that she was thrusting against him
with equal or greater vigor than he was using to thrust into her.

   "That's it, Billy . . .  God, that feels good!" Kim moaned.  Her face
was aglow with lust as she lost herself more deeply into the fantasy.  She
pulled Tommy closer, kissing him hard.

   Tommy couldn't believe how into the fantasy Kim was.  He couldn't
believe how into it he was!  He found acting out Kimberly's dream even more
exciting than getting Kim to play with herself.  He couldn't explain it,
but he was loving every minute of it.

   "Harder, Billy; take me harder.  Give me every inch of your cock," Kim
growled.

   To Tommy's amazement, she was on the verge of having a second orgasm; he
felt the trembling in her limbs that signalled her coming climax, and he
hadn't even touched her clit again.  As he recalled, Kim usually needed
more help coming the second time around.  Even so, her muscles were already
bearing down on him, rendering him immobile.  It was all he could do to
keep her from forcing him out of her pussy.  Tommy gathered Kim to him as
she orgasmed for the second time.  When the quakes finally subsided, she
practically went limp in his arms.

   "Oh my . . . ." she panted.  She was exhausted; however, just enough
reality intruded on her fading dream for her to realize that, "You haven't
come yet."

   "I'm nearly there," Tommy gasped.

   "Come on, Billy; you don't think I'd take you this far without letting
you get off," Kim murmured with a devilish grin, maintaining the fantasy.
She rolled over and got to her knees.  "Come on, Billy; shove that cock of
yours into my ass."

   Tommy was momentarily taken aback.  Kim had never demonstrated the least
bit of interest in taking him up the ass, and to be perfectly honest, he
wasn't sure she could.  Although, it would have been interesting to try;
Tommy loved playing with Kim's ass.  The way it jiggled and rippled when he
took her from behind . . .  however, before Tommy could voice his concern,
Kim reached between her legs and guided his cock back into the folds of her
pussy.

   "Ooh, yes, Billy," Kim moaned.  "You like that, don't you?  So nice and
tight . . .  come on.  I want you to shoot your load up my ass."

   Tommy finally understood.  Kim was still fantasizing.  Well, this
wouldn't be the first time he had imagined that he was taking her up the
ass while he was fucking her from behind.  With Kim verbally spurring him
on, Tommy soon felt his own white-hot fire building within him.  A few more
strokes was all it took.

   "That's it, Billy . . .  you can do it . . .  !"

   Tommy's orgasm hit so hard and fast, he barely had time to pull out
before shooting his load.  He liberally coated Kim's sexy behind with his
jism.  He sagged tiredly against Kimberly, and when her strength gave out,
the two collapsed onto the bed.  Tommy rolled off her so he wouldn't hurt
her.

   "Next time, remind me to use a condom.  I nearly didn't make it," Tommy
moaned exhaustedly.  He turned onto his side so that he could look at
Kimberly.  She looked as tired and satisfied as he felt; however, he
detected traces of her former distress.  He reached out and gently touched
her arm.  She gave him a weary smile.  "Hey, are you okay?"

   "Yeah, I think so."

   "That was pretty awesome."

   "And you say I'm the kinky one in this relationship," Kim muttered. 
"That was too weird."

   "But did you like it?"

   Kim thought a moment and found that she could not deny having enjoyed
herself.  "Yeah, I did," she admitted reluctantly.

   Tommy laughed softly and pulled her close.  "Do you think you'd ever
want to do something like that with Billy for real?"

   "I don't know." Kim bit her lower lip thoughtfully.  "You'd really like
me to, wouldn't you."

   "Only if that's what you want to do," Tommy answered, all joking aside.
"I don't want you doing anything you're not comfortable with, but I'll
respect whatever decision you come to."

   "Well, if I ever decide to do anything like that, I won't do it behind
your back," Kim assured him, stroking his cheek lovingly.  She finally
reached up and removed his ponytail holder.  She played with his long locks
in silence for a few moments.

   "By the way, about your dream . . . ." Tommy began, starting to feel the
fire stirring in his veins as Kim toyed with his hair.  "I liked the new
ending much better than the original from Tuesday night.  Is that something
you'd like to do--be taken up the ass?"

   "Not really, but I thought you'd get a kick out of . . .  hey, wait a
minute!  How do you know that the ending was different?  And how did you
know I had it Tuesday?  I never told you when I had it."

   "Well, you see, there was one other reason why I knew that you were
dreaming about fooling around with Billy," Tommy confessed, unable to
repress a sheepish grin.  "Your dream was so intense that you were
broadcasting."

   "You shared my dream Tuesday night?" Kim gasped.  She sat up and glared
furiously at Tommy.  "You mean to tell me that you knew all along, and you
let me worry about what you'd think . . .  Tommy Oliver, you fink!"

   Grabbing a pillow, Kim lashed out with a vicious swipe.  Tommy rolled
out of the way and grabbed the other pillow, using it as a shield against
Kim's barrage.  Tommy took advantage of an opening to get in a quick hit
when she paused a moment to catch her breath.  Kim retaliated; however, her
irritation quickly burned itself out.  Amid the pair's laughter, the
contest soon became a playful tussle that evolved into the start of another
round of love making.

   -----

   CHAPTER III

   Billy closed his psychology book in disgust when he realized that he had
been staring at the same page for the last five minutes without reading a
word.  He just could not set his mind to studying.  He was too preoccupied
with the dream he had last night.  He hadn't been so distracted by a dream
since he hit puberty.  Even thinking of it in the most abstract terms had
increased his pulse rate, raised the level of testosterone flooding his
body, and brought a blush to his face--much to his annoyance.  His father
had accused him of hogging all the hot water for his shower; he had been
exceedingly long in the bathroom, but the water had been anything but hot,
not that an ice cold shower had done any good in alleviating his hormonal
distress.  The power of the dream had been such to leave him with soiled
sheets and pajamas.

   The dream had involved Kimberly and Tommy.  He had relived the memory of
their love making many times, and the same could be said for Kimberly's
sleepy assault upon his person.  However, the previous evening's x-rated
feature added a new dimension to his fantasy.  It started as usual, with
him entering the infirmary and finding Tommy and Kimberly's naked bodies
intertwined on the island of mattresses and pillows.  The recollection
played the same as always--him hiding behind the exam bed and Kimberly
waking up--until Kimberly began sucking Tommy's cock.  This time when he
peeked around the corner of the bed, Kimberly's eyes were locked onto his.
She held him spellbound with her gaze as she gave Tommy the blow job.  The
way she slowly slid her lips down Tommy's cock . . .  every stroke of her
tongue . . .  seemed to be performed for his benefit.  He couldn't have
torn his eyes away even if he had wanted to.  With rapturous delight,
Kimberly consumed Tommy's cock until he started waking up.  When she ceased
her oral ministrations, she flashed Billy a lusty smile that had him biting
back a moan.

   "I want you to make love to me," Kim requested of Tommy, but she seemed
to be making the same request of Billy.  "I want to feel your hands on my
body, the warmth of your mouth on my breasts, and the softness of your
tongue on my pussy . . . ."

   The sex that followed was the same sweet, slow love making he had
witnessed; however, when it came time for Tommy slide his organ into Kim's
waiting orifice, the dream changed.  Kimberly was on top this time.  Slowly
at first, then with greater abandon, Kim worked herself on Tommy's shaft.
Her face was alight with joy and lust, and her moans and gasps descended
into hungry growls.  Her hands roamed her body, fondling her breasts and
playing with her clitoris, and all the while she continued to stare at
Billy, who was helpless to do naught but watch, his own desires simmering
just below the surface of his control.  He ached to go to Kim, to devour
her luscious lips and taste the sweetness of her breasts.  He longed to
have her wrap her lips around his aching organ.

   "Make me come!  Please, make me come!" Kim cried out, and Billy could
have sworn he heard her call his name.  At last Kim climaxed with such
force that she was thrashing about wildly even as she continued to impale
herself on Tommy's rod.  As for Tommy, his climax followed Kim's closely.
The two held onto each other fiercely as they rode out the wave of pleasure
which consumed them, and then, as if on cue, they collapsed.

   Kimberly recovered from her swoon first.  She pushed herself up from the
mattress and stared hungrily into Tommy's eyes.

   "More, Tommy," she begged in a voice that was at once innocent and
voluptuous.

   "I can't," Tommy gasped.  "I have nothing left."

   "That's all right.  You get some rest; I have an idea." Kimberly kissed
Tommy's brow.  He was asleep almost before she was finished.  Kimberly
contemplated her sleeping lover for a moment, her expression softening. 
Then, the fire and hunger flared anew.

   Billy breathed heavily as he took shelter behind the diagnostic bed,
trying to collect himself and make good his escape.  Maddeningly, he hadn't
ejaculated yet.  He wanted to, desperately, but he had to get out of the
infirmary before anything else happened.  Billy debated whether to have
another look.  Kim and Tommy had been quiet for an awfully long time.  When
he peered around the bed, Kim was crawling off Tommy, who was sound asleep.
She had gathered a sheet about herself, and Billy's mouth went dry as she
advanced toward him.  The coverlet slipped, revealing first her full, round
breasts, then her stomach and hips until Kimberly finally tossed the bed
linen aside.  She stalked him with a lustful gleam in her eyes, her petite,
athletic body exuding a newfound sexuality.  She stopped at last when she
stood before him, and she slowly sank down until she was looking directly
into his eyes.

   "Please, Billy," she entreated.  "Help me." Billy had never heard
supplication sound more inviting.  How could he refuse?

   "Certainly."

   Even as he agreed, the room spun, and the scene changed.  Billy, now in
uniform, was pinned against the wall, and Kimberly was devouring his mouth.
He was trying to get his bearings and keep her from sending them both
crashing to the floor as her lips sought his neck and nibbled at his
earlobes.  Her hands were all over his body.  She was grinding herself
against his groin feverishly.  Billy waited for Tommy to come in--which he
always did at this point in the dream--but he never arrived.

   "I want to taste your cock," Kimberly growled as she tore the uniform
off his body.  "I want to feel you ramming your rod deep into my pussy."
Billy groaned as Kimberly's lips enveloped his penis and his aching cock
vanished into the depths of her mouth.  He was at a loss for words as she
fucked him with her mouth, and all the while, her expressive brown eyes
held his in a filthy cute gaze.  Her hands pulled his buttocks forward,
making him pump her face of his own volition.  A finger slipped down the
crack of his ass and trailed down to tickle his balls.  The sensations were
driving Billy wild.  He could feel the semen rising in his testicles.  He
felt the blood pounding in his veins.  Kimberly's mouth relentlessly slid
up and down his shaft.  Billy climaxed hard, shooting sperm down Kimberly's
throat.  Colors swam before his eyes, blurring his vision as his body gave
in to the sweet release of his powerful orgasm.

   When Billy regained his equilibrium, he found himself seated at his desk
holding his now-flaccid organ, his hand sticky with semen.  Billy sighed as
he reached for the tissues.  This time he hadn't even made it to the part
of the dream where he got to do anything to Kimberly.

   "I've got to get out of here," he muttered as he stripped off his soiled
clothing.  Once he was dressed again, he decided to call Laura.  She was a
friend of Kimberly's he had gone out with a few times during their academic
careers.  He found Laura intelligent, beautiful, and convivial company;
however, she did not excite his hormones like Kimberly did.  It wasn't just
Laura; why was he unable to picture any other young woman doing to him the
things Kimberly had?

   Put Kimberly out of your mind; she's Tommy's girl!  Billy chided himself
as he reached for the phone.  He was escorting Laura to the prom on Friday
night--a prom delayed almost a month due to damages to the gymnasium from
one of Zedd's assaults.  The two of them would be joining Tommy and
Kimberly and the others and their dates for the post prom festivities.

   When Billy's call went through, all he got was the answering machine. 
With a frustrated sigh, he hung up the phone and headed outside for a walk.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon; it was almost a shame to have to waste
it studying for exams.  Billy headed towards the park, his thoughts never
straying far from his dilemma.

   Why was he dreaming about being intimate with Kimberly now?  Billy
reflected on their years of friendship.  Initially, he hadn't been quite
sure what to make of her.  Billy had found her cute, spunky, not
unintelligent, but she had always seemed so flighty.  Still, she was a
loyal friend, and Billy had learned to accept her idiosyncrasies.  However,
his view of Kimberly changed drastically with the arrival of puberty.  From
the outset, Kim had been a regular feature in his adolescent fantasies.  At
night, in his imagination, the two of them had engaged in all manner of
sexual pursuits--such as he conceived of them back then; however, during
his waking hours, it was evident that such a liaison was not to be.

   It had been difficult accepting Kimberly's relationships with other
young men.  Part of his difficulty was envy, but Billy had quickly realized
that he shared more with Kimberly in their platonic friendship than most of
her boyfriends ever did.  The other part was realizing that her would-be
boyfriends didn't truly appreciate her.  All they were interested in was
dating the attractive one-time cheerleader and gymnast; they weren't
interested in knowing the person inside.  Sometimes when a relationship had
gone sour, Kimberly had turned to him for solace--when Trini wasn't
available.  To be fair, it wasn't always the boy's fault.  Her parents'
divorce had affected Kimberly more deeply than she would ever admit.  Kim
was seeking something in her relationships that most teenage men could not
provide: a sense of security.  Billy could have given her all that; he
would have

   liked the opportunity, but it wasn't to be.

   By the time they had been recruited by Zordon, Billy had reached the
stage where he would have been satisfied to see Kim happy in a relationship
regardless of who it was she was with.  That was why he was so happy for
her and Tommy, because Tommy did appreciate Kim for all those things no one
else could see, and he provided Kimberly with the affection and security
she had been looking for.  Initially, he had been afraid that Kim would no
longer need him as she had, but he had discovered that she needed his
friendship and support as much as ever.  In fact, she and Tommy needed him,
and that had never been more apparent than during their ordeals in Zedd's
citadel and with Saggiteros' spell.

   Billy still had mixed emotions over what had transpired.  He thought it
ironic that Adam should mention feeling helpless when Zedd's next attack
came; he had had his fill of helplessness during Kim and Tommy's abduction.
For all his knowledge and skills, he had been unable to do anything to help
his friends.  Kim's resourcefulness had provided them with their location;
the sacrifice of her dignity had provided them with a means of escape from
the dungeon, and her emotional attachment to Tommy enabled her to hang on
to the thinnest thread of life.  Billy's contribution to his friends'
rescue had merely been a shoulder to cry on; reversing the power flow on
the lance to restore Kimberly's energy wouldn't have mattered had Tommy
been unable to retrieve Kimberly's consciousness, and his efforts in the
second crisis had been limited to returning Kimberly to the present. 
Again, his talents had not contributed to saving her life.  That had been
Tommy's honor.

   Yet, for all his feelings of helplessness and uselessness, Billy would
not have wanted to trade places with Tommy.  His own trauma at the time had
been bad enough without having the deeper commitment that Tommy and
Kimberly shared; how much more painful had nearly losing Kimberly been for
Tommy?  Billy wouldn't have wanted to experience such a thing--not even for
the opportunity to be intimate with Kimberly.  Although, he had had a taste
of what that might be like.  In spite of his concern and sympathy for
Kimberly when she had confessed what she had done, Billy had been intrigued
and excited.  Kim's sexuality, which always seemed to simmer just beneath
the surface, had been let loose in ways even he had never fantasized about.
And when Tommy further elaborated on her erotic activities during the
course of those six days . . .  !  Even more tantalizing than that was
experiencing the magic of her hands and mouth for himself.  He had been
profoundly affected by her perusal of his person and having witnessed Kim
and Tommy's liaison, and then there was the kiss in the infirmary . . . .

   Billy had to thrust his speculations aside; his anatomy was becoming
noticeably more prominent.  He wondered how Tommy managed to appear
unaffected by Kimberly--especially when she wore those cut-off shorts and
clingy, midriff tops.  Billy found himself near the lake; he was sorely
tempted to jump in, clothes and all, but that would only provide temporary
relief.  This was a distraction he didn't need during finals.

   "Brett, over here!  I'm open!"

   Billy's attention was drawn to the basketball courts as he recognized
Tommy's voice.  Tommy and several guys from school were playing a game of
three on four, the short-handed "shirts" having two players from Angel
Grove's varsity basketball team.  The pass to Tommy was intercepted, but
the "skins" were unable to convert the turnover into points.  Tommy cleared
the rebound and hit Allen at the top of the key with the pass.  Allen was
double teamed, and the ball was knocked out of bounds.

   "Hey, Billy, taking a study break too?" Tommy called out.

   "You could say that."

   "Would you like to join us?  We could use another player to even things
out."

   Billy wasn't especially fond of sports in general, nor was he very
skilled at them; however, he often enjoyed shooting hoops with the gang. 
Billy considered declining, but the fast-paced, intensely physical activity
should provide him with a diversion from his hormonal agitation.

   "Count me in," he accepted.

   "Great.  It's our possession; you bring it in," Tommy said as he flipped
him the basketball.

   Billy tossed the ball in and threw himself in to the game.  With the
additional player, the "shirts" were able to turn the tide of the game to
their favor.  The eight players were hard at it until, by general
consensus, they decided on a half-time break.

   "What final are you working on?" Tommy asked Billy.

   "Psychology.  And you?"

   "English.  I'm dreading that essay exam."

   "At least we don't have a chemistry final with Mr.  Wilton."

   "Yeah, ouch!  Poor Rocky and Adam.  Physics will be bad enough."

   "I can help you with physics.  When is your final?"

   "Thursday.  It's my last one."

   "Why don't we meet at Ernie's after school on Wednesday, and I'll help
you study."

   "Great idea.  Thanks, man."

   "By the way, after you and Kimberly left yesterday, I received a bit of
good new that I wanted to share with you."

   "Oh?  What's that?"

   "Are you familiar with Forest Creek Resort?"

   "Isn't that up in the mountains or something?"

   "It is.  My uncle owns the establishment . . . ."

   "He does?  Billy, that's too cool!  I've never been up there, but I hear
it's a great place for a vacation."

   "I guess I had forgotten that you weren't with us the weekend the gang
went up there to study for our science final.  Anyway, as part of my
graduation present, my uncle has offered me the use of three of the new
bungalows for prom weekend.  He said that he wanted me to have a present
that wasn't `practical.'"

   "Oh, wow!"

   "Rocky and Adam have already decided to share one of the cabins, and of
course Kimberly and Aisha will share one.  I hope you don't mind sharing
the third with me, that is if your folks agree to let you come up."

   "I don't think that'll be a problem," Tommy said with a grin.  He
already had several ideas about what he wanted to do with Kimberly up at
the resort during the carnival, and having the use of the cabins would only
facilitate things.  He'd have to discuss the matter with Kimberly.

   Billy could almost see Tommy's thoughts.  The resort would provide him
and Kimberly with the opportunity to resume their amorous activities--if
they hadn't done so already.  He had his suspicions that the movie Saturday
had been long forgotten.  That was the problem with having more than a
passing knowledge of the depth of their relationship.  The others may have
known that the two had been intimate, but only Billy really knew the
strength of their passion, having witnessed it and discussed it with Tommy.
He had known that once their powers were no longer at risk, there would be
no holding back for the two.  He tried to repress his sigh of frustration
and longing.  Maybe that was what had triggered his dreams, knowing that
the two were going to be sexually active and wanting such a thing so
desperately for himself.

   "Everybody ready for the second half?" Josh queried.

   The guys had gotten their second wind, and Billy was more than ready to
put thoughts of Kimberly and Tommy out of his mind--if only for a little
while.  The eight set up for the jump ball.

   "Is this a private game, or can anybody join in?"

   The guys turned around to see Kimberly standing on the sidelines.  Billy
noticed, with a lump in his throat and a resurgence of the one in his
groin, that she was wearing a pair of very short white shorts which seemed
to be wedged in every crack and crevice.  Enticingly, the snap was left
unfastened.  Her pink t-shirt fit exceedingly close and was cut so that it
just barely covered her breasts.  Billy prayed he wasn't the only one
experiencing difficulties from her presence.

   "Kim can play for our team," Josh piped up.

   "No way," Tommy objected.

   "Why?  You got the last new player, and you're kicking our butts," Danny
pointed out.

   "In case you've forgotten, you're the 'skins,'" Billy said.

   "So, that's no big deal," Kim responded brightly.  "Tommy's mom told me
he was out playing basketball, so I came prepared." She whipped off her
t-shirt to reveal a pale pink bikini top that appeared to be a size too
small.

   Billy was gratified to hear one of the other guys groan.

   "Will this do?" she queried innocently.

   "Just how are we supposed to concentrate on the game with you looking
like that?" Tommy whispered in Kimberly's ear.

   "That's your problem," she giggled in reply.  "So, are you guys just
going stand there gawking at me, or are we going to play?"

   Play resumed, but it was hardly the game it had been.  Kimberly was
proving to be too much of a distraction.  Billy couldn't keep his mind on
the game for watching her--the way her breasts bounced as she jumped for a
rebound, the way her shorts rode up her ass when she scrambled for the
loose ball, the way her bottom bumped against his groin as she backed him
down.  Even the jargon began taking on sexual overtones: hard to the hole,
filling the lane, dribble penetration . . . .  It seemed that every time he
was guarding Kimberly, his hands wound up in places he would never have
dared put them otherwise.  Billy had noticed that the others were not
immune to her presence, but unlike him, they did not seem concerned.  They
seemed to be committing a preponderance of hand checking fouls and more
closely guarding her than was warranted.

   As for Kimberly, she did not seem to mind; in fact, she appeared to be
enjoying the disturbance she was creating.  At times she seemed to be the
one going out of her way to initiate the contact, and in very awkward
places.  Billy observed that she had singled out Tommy (naturally enough)
for special attention, but she was also giving him quite a few gropes. 
However, no player went unmolested.

   "That's it, Hart," Brett snapped, finally unable to take the teasing any
longer.  He scurried off the court and retrieved his gym bag.  "Time to
cool you off, girl." Brett pulled a water bottle out of his bag.

   "Uh, Brett, I don't think that's such a good idea," Billy objected, but
it was too late.  Brett shot ice water all over Kimberly, who was squealing
and trying to dance away from the spray.  She was drenched from head to
toe. The fabric of her bikini top became translucent.  It seemed as if
Kim's breasts were trying hard to break free of their restraints, so
achingly hard were the nipples, and their rosy coloring and that of the
areola were also discernable.  She might as well have been wearing nothing.
Even her shorts were almost see-through, and the shadow of her brown curls
was visible--Kimberly wasn't wearing any underwear.

   "Brett, I ought to . . . ." Kimberly fumed.  She stood with her hands on
her hips--her thumbs tugging at her belt loops which pulled her shorts
lower on her hips--and glared at him.

   "I think you and I should switch teams," Tommy suggested.  He stripped
off his tank top and pulled it down over Kim's head.

   "You're no fun," Kimberly pouted as she slid her arms into the holes. 
The tank managed to cover her down to her shorts, although plenty of
cleavage was left visible, as were the sides of her breasts.  Even so,
Billy and his throbbing cock were grateful for the reprieve.

   "What's gotten into you?" Tommy scolded her softly.

   "Ask rather what I'd like to have 'gotten into me,'" she replied with a
mischievous giggle.

   "Kimberly!"

   "Oh, you're no fun.  If you're going to be like this, I'll just leave
you guys to play your dumb ol' basketball game." Kimberly turned and
marched off the court.  She pulled Tommy's shirt up around her waist and
tied it loosely, which provided her audience with a decent view of her bare
ass under the soaked white shorts.  As she walked away, her bottom wiggled
provocatively.

   "Oh man," Josh groaned.

   Billy and the others turned their attention to Tommy; he was staring
after Kimberly as she wandered up the hill.  He appeared more perplexed
than angry--or aroused, for that matter.

   "Kimberly's behavior is most unusual," Billy remarked, his words
sounding inadequate to describe the hormonally frustrating encounter.  He
knew that Kim was something of a tease, but not to the degree she had
displayed on the court.

   "Tell me about it," Tommy murmured.  "Maybe I'd better go find out what
this is all about." He gave Billy a conspiratorial wink; Billy knew his
seeming indifference for the sham it was.

   "Maybe you'd better," Billy seconded.  He had no doubt as to the outcome
of their encounter, which was why he did not offer to accompany Tommy--as
much as he wanted to.

   "I'll catch you guys later," Tommy said as he scooped up Kimberly's
discarded t-shirt and pursued her at a sedate walk.

   "Does he have ice water in his veins or what?" Danny gulped.

   "Find out--nothing!  He should just fuck her," Brett said.

   "Easy, guys," Josh advised, nodding discreetly at Billy.  The others
took the point.

   Billy watched Tommy as he stopped to pick up something--a pale pink
tangle of string and minuscule triangles.  Consternation vied with lust in
his expression.  Kimberly's behavior was out of character.  Granted, she
was a very sensual young woman, but she was usually more discreet.  She
would tease Tommy sometimes in the presence of the others from the team but
never in front of the other kids from school.  The only time she had ever
teased anyone other than Tommy was at the Halloween dance while she was
under the influence of a spell.  Billy wondered if her behavior was the
result of outside influences; could she somehow be experiencing a relapse?
They were fairly certain that Tommy had cured her.  What if Zedd had
decided to retaliate against Kim and Tommy without their powers after all?

   "Hey Billy, are you going to play or what?" Allen queried.

   "I don't think so.  I'd better get back to my psychology books."

   "I'd better get home too," Josh agreed.

   "Yeah, so you can jerk off in private," Brett chortled.

   "Man, if we all fail our finals tomorrow we'll have Hart to blame for
it," Allen added.

   Billy had tuned out their banter.  His eyes were drawn to the copse of
trees into which Kimberly and Tommy had disappeared.  Billy knew it was not
the way to either of their homes.

   ***

   Tommy followed Kimberly into the knot of trees atop the hill.  While it
wasn't completely private, it was probably one of the more secluded areas
of the park.  It also had the reputation of being the place to take a date.
Actually, on more than one occasion, he had thought about bringing her up
here.  He found Kimberly reclining against a tree near the lone picnic
table.  She had one hand on her hip and the other tucked behind her.  She
was smiling impishly.  When he was only a few feet away from her, she
pulled out what she was hiding behind her back: her shorts.  He fought hard
to swallow his groan.

   "What's this all about?" he asked.

   "Can a girl help it if her hormones are hyper-stimulated?" she queried
sweetly.  Before Tommy knew what was happening, Kimberly dropped to her
knees in front of him and pulled his shorts--briefs and all--down around
his ankles.  The fact that he was butt naked in the middle of the park
barely registered as Kimberly grasped his cock and swallowed as much of it
as she could.

   "Oh man," he moaned.  He overbalanced and fell forward, bracing himself
against the trunk of the tree as Kimberly sucked him for all she was worth.
Tommy couldn't resist watching Kim as she worked his rod in and out of her
mouth.  Her eyes were closed, and she had such an expression of
satisfaction on her face.  Still, it was difficult to concentrate on what
she was doing because it felt so damn good!  As his own eyes fluttered
shut, he wished he could watch Kimberly give someone else a blow job.

   "Funny," Kimberly murmured around her mouthful of meat, "You didn't show
much interest in me back on the basketball court.  Even Billy had a more
noticeable hard-on than you."

   "That's because I've had more practice at keeping my cock under control.
The last couple of years have been murder; white Spandex is not the best
thing to be wearing when your girlfriend is running around in pink tights
and white boots," Tommy groaned.

   Kimberly's mouth and hands continued to work their magic on Tommy's
cock, bringing him almost to the point of no return; however, he pushed
Kimberly away.  She emitted a frustrated whimper, and her tongue darted out
in a desperate effort to take another taste of his organ.  Tommy pulled
Kimberly to her feet and stripped his shirt off her, then he lifted her up
and held her as he shoved his cock into her dripping wet pussy.  Kimberly
squealed with delight; she wrapped her legs around Tommy's waist and
commenced riding his rod hard.  She closed her eyes, losing herself in the
sensation of his cock filling her; her face was aglow with desire.  Tommy
watched her passion play across her face and revelled in the abandon with
which she repeatedly impaled herself on his cock.  When he could tear his
eyes from her face, he lapped at her breasts, sucking first one nipple then
the other into his mouth.  Kimberly's hair flew about her as her thrusting
became more frenzied.  Her moans were becoming increasingly more audible,
so Tommy stuffed his shirt into her mouth.  The cotton absorbed most of the
scream she released as her body convulsed with her orgasm.  She came long
and hard.

   "Wow, that was some orgasm," Tommy said, grinning.  Kimberly's only
response was an inarticulate murmur, but her eyes glistened with
satisfaction.  "Now it's my turn." Tommy set Kimberly down so that she was
kneeling on the seat of the picnic table; he bent her over so that he could
take her from behind.  The walls of her vagina were still trembling as he
thrust his cock inside.  He reached around to fondle her breasts as he
pumped her hard.

   "Care to tell me what got you so turned on today?" he asked.

   "Another dream."

   "Involving Billy?"

   "Sort of.  You and I were doing some serious necking, and while we were
busy, Billy entered the room.  He came over and started undressing me while
you were kissing me.  Once my top was off, you started sucking on my
breasts, and then Billy stepped back and took a seat.  He watched while we
made love; in fact, you were taking me from behind so that I was looking
straight at him while you fucked me.  I couldn't believe how excited I got;
what a rush!  I begged him to come closer so I could suck his cock while
you fucked me, but he wouldn't do it--the fink.  Then, after you came,
Billy laid me on the bed and fucked me while you cradled my head in your
lap."

   Kim's dream excited Tommy as much as it had her; he thrust twice more
then pulled out, squirting jism all over her ass.

   "That was something else," he said as he collected his clothes. 
Kimberly sat up on the table top and made no move to put on any of her
clothes.  "Was that why you were teasing me and the other guys?  I'd almost
bet one of them had creamed his shorts.  That was a powerful
performance--almost as good as the one you put on at the Halloween dance."

   "I know; except at the dance, I wasn't in control."

   "Were you in control this time?" Tommy asked, suddenly concerned.  It
only just occurred to him that her highly charged behavior might be due to
some residual side effect from her prolonged exposure to Zedd's magic.

   "Definitely," Kim responded firmly, as if to dispel his doubts.  "I came
out to the park intending on teasing the hell out of you; I hadn't planned
on flirting with anyone else, but when I saw that Billy was there too . . .
I just couldn't help myself.  I wish I could explain the feeling to you. 
It was kind of like the rush I got the first time I morphed.  I felt
supercharged.  I felt free, giddy, even a little naughty.  It was really
powerful knowing that I had all eight of you in the palm of my hand.  It
was very exciting, and the longer I teased you guys, the more uninhibited I
felt.  Just thinking about it has me hot.  Can we do it again, Tommy?"

   "Here?  Now?  Can't you wait until we get home?  We're lucky no one's
caught us yet."

   "More, Tommy; please?"

   ***

   More, Tommy; please?

   Billy's heart leaped in his chest as his cock leaped in his pants.  That
was the tone of voice Kimberly used in his dream.

   Shortly after the basketball game had broken up, Billy hung around for a
bit, waiting for the others to leave.  Once he was alone, he started off in
the same direction as Kimberly and Tommy.  He couldn't have said why--at
least, not that he was willing to admit to himself.  He hadn't figured that
the two would run the risk of making love in public in broad daylight, but
that's obviously what they had done.

   From where he stood under the cover of the trees, Billy could see
Kimberly sitting on the edge of the picnic table.  Her legs were spread
wide, providing him with an excellent view of her pussy--a sight he had
never enjoyed before.  While not unfamiliar with textbook diagrams, this
was the first time he had ever observed the female genitalia in full
flower: the vulva a deep rosy pink, the folds of the labia--minor and
majora--engorged . . .  all coated with Kimberly's fluids . . . .  She was
rubbing her clitoris with her left hand and playing with her nipples with
her right.  Tommy was standing beside her, trying to look stern and
failing. She gazed up at Tommy beseechingly.

   "Please, Tommy, if you won't fuck me then at least eat me."

   "You are impossible," Tommy sighed.

   "Only when I'm horny . . .  and boy, am I ever horny!" she growled.

   "If you'd wait until we got to my house, I'd give you a tongue bath you
wouldn't soon forget."

   "You can do me at home, too, as long as you eat me now!"

   Billy watched as Tommy fell to his knees and buried his face between
Kimberly's legs.  With a squeal of delight, Kim laid back on the table and
closed her legs around Tommy's head, throwing her limbs up over his
shoulders.  Tommy was not using the patience that Billy remembered, but
Kimberly did not see to mind as she thrashed wildly about.  Billy was
afraid that she was going to wind up with splinters in very awkward places.
Several times she nearly sat upright, and on one of those occasions, it
seemed as if she might have spotted him.  A look of surprise filled her
eyes momentarily but was quickly replaced by mounting passion.

   The imagined contact broke the spell which held Billy in thrall.  He
found himself stroking his cock in rhythm with Kimberly's thrusts against
Tommy's face.  Quickly and quietly, Billy fled from the scene.  Kimberly's
whimpers and moans followed him as he hurried through the trees.  He hadn't
even reached the basketball court when he heard the shriek that signified
Kimberly had achieved her orgasm.

   -----

   CHAPTER IV

   "Hey, Billy, you look bummed.  What's wrong?" Tommy queried as he pulled
up a chair to join Billy.  As agreed, the two had met to study for Tommy's
physics exam; Billy's book was open, but his heart was obviously not into
studying.

   "I just received some bad news; Laura has to cancel for Friday night,"
Billy responded.

   "She can't go to the prom?  Oh man, I'm sorry."

   "It was a family emergency."

   "Nothing too serious, I hope."

   "She did not specify, but she sounded more annoyed than concerned."

   "Are you still going to go?"

   "I don't think so."

   "Why?  You've already put out the money for the tux and tickets."

   "Going to the prom without a date is pretty lame."

   "Why don't you come along with Kimberly and me," Tommy offered.  "All
six of us planned to get together with our dates for the post prom carnival
and breakfast before we headed up to your uncle's resort for the weekend."

   "I'm sure you and Kimberly have other things you'd rather be
doing--without a tag along." Billy's mind conjured the image of Kim laying
back on the picnic table with her legs spread wide.

   "Anything Kimberly and I want to do without a tag along will have to be
done before Friday or wait until Saturday." Tommy felt a twinge of guilt;
he and Kim did have intimate plans, but not for Friday night.  Kimberly was
on the decoration committee for the prom.  She was going to be spending
Friday getting the gymnasium ready for the dance, and there was the tear
down afterwards.  Tommy had volunteered to help with the tear down just so
Kimberly wouldn't be at it too late.  They'd be doing good to make the
carnival and breakfast.  However, they had discussed the possibility of
sharing a bed Friday night regardless of whether or not they did anything
else but sleep.

   "I don't know, Tommy.  Kimberly may not want me around.  She has been
acting most . . .  peculiarly of late," Billy said delicately, trying to
find a way to ask Tommy about her erotic behavior.

   "Kimberly won't like the thought of you sitting at home on prom night
any more than I do."

   "Hey, Billy," Kimberly said brightly as she skipped over.  She tousled
Billy's hair affectionately, much to his surprise.  "Hey, Gorgeous." Tommy
received a deep, lingering kiss, which caught him off guard as well.  "Who
won't like what any more than you?"

   "Laura had to cancel their date for the prom," Tommy said.

   "Oh, Billy, I'm so sorry," Kimberly gasped, turning to give Billy a
sympathetic look.  "Are you still going to go?"

   "No, I think I'll just . . . ." Kimberly silenced Billy's refusal by
putting a finger to his lips.

   "Nonsense.  You are not staying home to read technical journals if I
have anything to say about it," Kimberly insisted.  "Billy can join us,
can't he, Tommy?"

   "Of course."

   "Come on, Billy; I won't take no for an answer."

   "Since you put it that way . . . ."

   "Great!  I'll be the luckiest girl at the prom, being escorted by two of
the sweetest guys in school." Kimberly gave Billy a peck on the cheek. 
Then she glanced at her watch.  "Oh, gotta run!"

   "Where are you going?" Tommy asked.

   "I'm meeting Aisha at the mall.  Last minute shopping.  I also have to
pick up my dress; you are going to love it!  Will you be free this evening,
or do you have to study for a final?"

   "Billy and I are working on physics now.  You can drop by.  What's up?"

   "I'm in search of new music." Kimberly raked her fingers through Tommy's
hair then pulled him to her by his collar.  "I feel like dancing," she
whispered, giving his ear a parting lick.  When she released him, Tommy
melted into his seat.

   " 'Bye, guys," Kimberly said sweetly as she scampered off.

   "That was . . .  interesting," Billy murmured, aware of the heat in his
cheeks and the tightness in his groin.  His continual state of arousal was
getting to be something of a nuisance, especially since he knew there was
no recourse for alleviating it.  Tommy did not respond to his statement,
and Billy glanced up to see that Tommy's eyes were shut, and he wore a
besotted grin on his face.  "Earth to Tommy.  Anyone home?"

   "Huh, oh, sorry Billy; I was sort of distracted."

   "I could see that.  Kimberly has a way of being a distraction."

   "I'll say!  I have never been more motivated to study physics than I am
right now."

   "Kimberly has been much more uninhibited of late, and dressing much more
provocatively," Billy noted, recalling her cutoffs and pink bikini top from
the other afternoon.  He could feel his physical response to the memory and
tried to put a check on his emotions.  "Is she all right?  I haven't seen
her act like this since Sagitteros's spell."

   "She's fine; I kind of thought she might be suffering a relapse, too,
after that performance in the park the other day, but she assures me she is
fully aware of what she's doing.  As she put it, she has hyper-stimulated
hormones."

   "May one assume that you two have resumed the more physical aspect of
your relationship?" Billy felt foolish; this was really none of his
business, and he already knew the answer.  He just had to hear it from
Tommy.

   "Yeah," Tommy confirmed somewhat sheepishly.  "Are we that obvious?"

   "Well, Kimberly has been, and her voice did carry quite a bit Sunday
afternoon . . . ."

   "So, we were caught."

   "In a manner of speaking.  Your intent in pursuing her was unmistakable.
Regardless, it is only natural that the two of you should pursue a more
intimate level . . . ."

   "Billy, you're blushing," Tommy noted with a grin.  Billy made a face
and turned a deeper crimson.

   "To get back to the original topic, are you certain you want me around
on prom night?" Billy asked, trying to recover his equilibrium.

   "Kimberly's already made up her mind, so there's no point in worrying
about it.  We wouldn't have asked you if we didn't want you with us."

   "Well, I suppose the technical journals can wait," Billy acquiesced with
a smile.  As much as he hated to admit it, he found the idea appealing.  He
observed the thoughtful look Tommy was giving him and wondered if Tommy had
any idea as to what was going through his head.

   ***

   "I can't believe Laura had to cancel," Aisha remarked when Kimberly told
her about Billy's situation.  The girls had done all the damage they could
at the mall and were kicking back to relax at the juice bar before heading
home.  "I'm glad you and Tommy asked him to join you.  I couldn't bear to
think of him sitting home alone on prom night.  I'd be tempted to ask him
along with me, but I'm not sure how Curtis would take it."

   "Curtis?  You fink, why didn't you tell me you were going with Zack's
cousin?" Kimberly demanded.  Aisha had been exceedingly closed lipped about
her date to the prom; so much so that Kimberly had wondered if Aisha might
have invented a date.  To Kimberly's knowledge, Aisha hadn't dated much,
and even though they were best friends and now roommates, Kimberly still
didn't know if Aisha knew many guys outside of their teammates.

   "I didn't know Curtis was related to Zack," Aisha said.

   "I haven't seen much of Curtis lately, but as I recall, he's an
excellent dancer and a real charmer."

   "He is that," Aisha agreed, and the two shared a giggle.

   "You know," Kimberly began, feeling uncharacteristically serious, "it
seems kind of weird to be sitting around talking about guys and doing
normal teenage stuff without having to worry about getting the signal to go
save the world."

   "I know what you mean; in a way, I sort of miss it.  My wrist feels
naked without my communicator," Aisha agreed, "but now I feel like I can
finally have a relationship with a guy who isn't on the team.  You and
Tommy were really lucky."

   "In some ways, it made life easier, but in others . . . ." Kimberly let
her words hang.  There was no need to elaborate.  All of their friends knew
the trials that Kimberly and Tommy had faced in their relationship.  Like
the problem Kimberly was having now . . .  this business with pursuing
Billy was driving her to distraction, and Tommy was much too accommodating.
She wanted another opinion, but she wasn't sure how Aisha would react. 
"However, being a Ranger never stopped Rocky from pursuing girlfriends.  He
and Jessica Peterson are pretty tight."

   "Yeah, but not as tight as he'd like them to be," Aisha said knowingly.
"After seeing what happened to your powers when you and Tommy got physical,
I think the rest of us were more inclined to abstain while we were still on
active duty."

   Just then Adam emerged from the locker room.  He spied the girls and
wandered over.

   "Hello, Kimberly, Aisha," he said as he took a seat.

   "What's up, Adam?  You look really bummed," Kimberly noted.

   "Not really bummed, just sort of . . .  I don't know."

   "Something's bugging you.  Did Sarah cancel for Friday night?" Aisha
asked.

   "Nothing as bad as that," Adam replied.  "Rocky just told me he's
planning on bringing Jessica up to the cabin Friday night."

   "Ah," both Kimberly and Aisha murmured knowingly.

   "I know he has his own room, but I'd really feel uncomfortable hanging
around while he and Jessica . . . ." Adam's blush conveyed his dilemma more
eloquently than his words.

   "There won't be much going on, not if I know Jessica," Aisha replied
with a snigger.

   "Still, I wouldn't feel right being there.  I wonder if Tommy and Billy
would mind if I stayed in their cabin Friday."

   "I'm sure it'd be all right," Aisha assured him.

   "Actually," Kimberly began hesitantly; she felt a warmth spreading
through her cheeks, "it might be better if you crashed in our cabin--that
is, if you don't mind, Aisha."

   "I have no problem with that."

   "I appreciate the offer, but I probably should bunk with the guys," Adam
declined.  Kimberly shot Aisha a penetrating, pleading look; it took Aisha
a moment to pick up on her hint.

   "Ah, Adam, I think Kimberly has a very good reason for suggesting you
stay in our cabin."

   "Oh?" Adam seemed puzzled, and Aisha sighed exasperatedly.

   "She and Tommy have plans for Friday night, too.  Am I right?" Aisha
blurted out.

   "Yes, you're right," Kimberly confirmed, feeling a bit embarrassed. 
Adam still looked confused.

   "Will Friday be your first time since retiring your coins?" Aisha
pursued.

   "No."

   "So when did you two. . .  ?"

   "Saturday."

   "You guys sure didn't waste any time."

   "Can you blame us?" Kimberly harumphed.  Why was she getting so testy
about discussing her sex life with Aisha.  It's not like she didn't already
know that she and Tommy had been intimate.  "Have you any idea how hard it
was to behave ourselves for the last six months?"

   "I think I've missed something here," Adam murmured uncomfortably, not
certain if he really wanted to hear the answer.

   "Dunce, Tommy and Kimberly have picked up where they left off when Kim
lost her powers; they're going to be doing what Rocky hopes to do with
Jessica."

   "Ah ha.  Maybe I should leave you two alone," Adam suggested awkwardly.

   "What for?" Aisha wondered.

   "We're sorry, Adam; we didn't mean to embarrass you," Kimberly
apologized.

   "It's all right.  It's just that I'm sure you and Tommy don't want
everyone knowing all the details of your personal lives."

   Kimberly recognized the shot at Aisha's bluntness in his statement, but
the barb seemed to have no effect.

   "Oh, come on, Adam.  It's not like the rest of us didn't know they'd
been fooling around.  We knew the first time they ever had sex."

   "That was different," Adam countered.  "Kimberly's life was on the line;
Zordon had to tell the team what was going on.  If Tommy and Kimberly had
chosen to be intimate for personal reasons, I doubt they'd have announced
it to the team."

   "That's really sweet of you, Adam," Kimberly said.  That was one of the
things she always appreciated about Billy; he was sensitive to her and
Tommy's privacy even though he knew pretty much all there was to know about
their sex life.  "However, you guys probably would have found out anyway;
it's hard to keep secrets in such a close knit group."

   "I guess you're right, but I don't know if I could handle everyone
knowing what I was doing with my girlfriend--if I had one, that is."

   "Privacy would have been nice, but things didn't work out that way.  I
don't mind it too much any more."

   "So, will you be sending Billy my way too?" Aisha asked.

   "No, I couldn't ask Billy to leave; it just wouldn't be right
considering he's the reason we have the cabins.  Besides, Tommy and I may
be too tired to do anything but sleep after the prom."

   "I know you better than that, girl.  Once you get your hands on Tommy's
hair, you'll be re-charged and ready for action."

   "Does Billy know what you and Tommy are planning?" Adam wondered.

   "If he doesn't, I'm sure he suspects," Aisha retorted.  "He'd have to be
as thick as Bulk and Skull not to."

   "Tommy does have his own room, you know, so what's the big deal?"
Kimberly asked, squirming slightly.  She couldn't say why she was reacting
so adversely; after all, this touched on the topic she wanted to pursue. 
Perhaps it was due to the fact that she still wasn't sure she wanted it
generally known that she was interested in fooling around with Billy.

   "I know, maybe you should invite Billy to join you guys in bed!" Aisha
said, suddenly inspired.

   "Aisha!" Adam and Kimberly exclaimed, although he was more shocked by
the idea than she was.

   "Take it easy; I'm only kidding."

   "That wasn't very funny." What unnerved Kimberly the most was that she
was seriously considering doing what Aisha proposed.

   "Billy wouldn't do a thing like that," Adam protested in Billy's
defense.

   "I don't know; I think he might be interested," Aisha speculated.  "I've
often thought he may have a crush on Kim, and I know he enjoyed the
attention Kim paid him while we were prisoners in Zedd's citadel.  The way
she went after him . . . ."

   "Aisha," Adam hissed, kicking her under the table.  He nodded to
Kimberly who wore a pained expression.

   "Oh geez, I really put my foot in it this time," Aisha apologized.  "I
can be as dimwitted as Rocky sometimes."

   "I didn't really have much of a choice," Kimberly muttered softly, more
to convince herself than the others.  It was a feeble attempt, and she knew
it.  "I couldn't risk Zedd finding out I was free of his spell.  I had to
pretend like . . . ."

   "We know, Kimberly," Adam assured her, trying in some way to ease her
discomfort.

   Kim continue on as if she hadn't heard him.  "And it wasn't Billy's
fault he walked in on us while we were . . . ." The words died in her
throat as she observed Adam and Aisha's astounded expressions.  Kimberly
belatedly recalled that no one else knew about Billy watching their love
making in the infirmary.  She wanted to kick herself for bringing it up.e

   "When did Billy see the two of you making out?" Aisha demanded.

   "Look, you have got to promise me you won't say a word to Tommy; I don't
think he knows about it, and please don't say anything to Billy about this
slipping out--he doesn't know I know," Kim began awkwardly, not knowing
what else to do.

   "We'll keep mum about it," Aisha said.

   "It was at the infirmary . . . ." Kimberly just did not know how to
explain it.

   "That must have been the time Billy went to get Tommy to help us in the
battle with Goldar and the giant vibrator," Adam realized.  Kimberly nearly
sighed with relief.

   "I'd forgotten about that," Aisha added.  "You mean, he teleported in,
and you guys weren't finished yet?"

   "Something like that." Kimberly saw no need to correct their assumption;
there was no way she could tell them that had been the second time that
Billy had been present.

   "Billy must have been totally embarrassed," Aisha gasped.

   "Definitely," Kimberly confirmed, adding to herself, "and totally turned
on." She vividly recalled the bulge in his blue Spandex.

   "What did you do?" Adam asked.

   "What could I do?  I didn't realize he was there until Tommy and I were
done."

   "You must have been mortified."

   "By the time I really understood what had happened, I was too out of it
to care, and Tommy was so exhausted I don't think he would have noticed. 
At any rate, Billy felt badly enough for all of us.  That's why I never
mentioned it to him or Tommy."

   "The less said about it the better," Adam agreed.

   "Thanks, you two.  Tell you what, Adam; I'll talk to both Tommy and
Billy about Friday night.  If there's any hesitation about me staying with
Tommy, I'll tell them you'll be over instead.  Okay?"

   "Thanks, Kimberly."

   "I hope Rocky wasn't planning on keeping his rendezvous with Jessica a
secret," Aisha giggled.  "Kim was right about how quickly word gets
around."

   "We won't tell Rocky we know," Kimberly said.  "I'll be seeing Tommy
tonight, so I'll have an answer real soon."

   "That explains your side trip to Lynette's," Aisha said knowingly,
raising another blush in Kimberly's cheeks.  "Are you going to show us what
you bought?"

   "No." Kim wasn't even sure she'd show Tommy what she bought.  It wasn't
something from Lynette's proper--rather the "back room."

   "Do you realize, Adam, that you and I are the only ones who aren't going
to be getting any this weekend."

   Kimberly noticed that Aisha had forgotten to include Billy in the list.
Was that an oversight, or could Aisha possibly have an inkling as to what
was going through her mind?  Regardless, Adam seemed not to have picked up
on Aisha's omission.

   "Looks that way," Adam agreed.

   "Of course, you and I could always . . . ."

   "Aisha!"

   "We'll have the whole cabin to ourselves . . . ."

   "You're joking--aren't you?" Adam gulped.

   "Of course I am."

   Adam looked relieved, but Kimberly wasn't sure whether Aisha was kidding
or not.

   ***

   Kim remained at the table thinking about her problem long after both
Aisha and Adam had left.  She told Aisha she was going to wait for Tommy's
karate class to finish up.  What was she going to do?  She
couldn't--shouldn't do anything with Billy, and yet she wanted to
desperately.  Kimberly was so lost in thought that she had lost track of
the time.

   "Hey, Beautiful, what are you doing here?" Tommy queried as he emerged
from the Youth Center.

   "Oh, hi, Tommy," Kim yelped, so startled by his appearance that she
jumped in her seat.  In doing so, she bumped the table, spilling the
packages that she had propped against it.

   "Here, let me get that," Tommy offered.

   "No, that's all right.  I don't want you to see my dress yet," Kim
declined, hastily stuffing purchases back into the bags.  It wasn't her
dress that she didn't want him to . . . .

   "I promise not to look at your . . .  say, what's this?" Tommy asked as
he picked up the small package suspiciously wrapped in plain brown paper
that had fallen out of the lingerie shopping bag.  Tommy turned the item
over noting that the wrapping had been torn.

   Kim cringed.

   "Is this what I think it is?" Tommy wondered, smiling broadly.

   Kim blushed a furious crimson.  "Yes," she admitted at last, snatching
the object from him and cramming it into a different bag.  "My last one
broke so I had to replace it."

   "Your last one?  I didn't think you were particularly fond of
vibrators," Tommy teased.  Their experiences with vibrators had not been
very pleasant.  Kim had used one on him during her explorations as the
"Power Slut", and while he had enjoyed the sensations the device had
produced (to his astonishment), he had not enjoyed the context of the
situaion.  Then, there had been Vy-Brator: the monster Zedd had created
from the same vibrator.  Once Vy-Brator had been returned to its original
form and Kimberly realized where she had seen the vibrator, she had really
lost her cool and had run off.

   "This isn't like the one from Zedd's palace," Kim hastened to say.  "It
isn't as . . .  intimidating.  It's small but powerful enough when my
fingers just can't get the job done."

   "How long have you had your vibrator?" Tommy asked, consumed with
curiosity and amusement.

   "Since November," Kim confessed reluctantly.

   "Are you going to bring it up to the bungalow this weekend?"

   "That's kind of what I was waiting to talk to you about," Kim said,
grateful for the opportunity to change the subject.  "I think we should ask
Billy if it's okay for us to share your room."

   "I'm sure he won't mind." Tommy had the feeling that Billy already
suspected that they might make use of the cabin this weekend.

   "He might feel a little uncomfortable, especially if we do more than
just sleep.  I don't want to do that to Billy; it wouldn't be right.  We
should ask."

   "All right, if it'll make you feel better," Tommy agreed in the face of
her concern and distress.  Tommy hadn't considered that, even though
Kimberly was dreaming about doing Billy, she might feel uneasy having him
around while they were engaged in sex.  She had no way of knowing that
Billy had already seen the two of them in action.

   "I'd appreciate it," Kim said with a small sigh.

   "So, are you still planning on stopping by tonight?" Tommy asked
hopefully.  He had seen the bag from the music store.

   "Actually, could I take a raincheck?  While I was out with Aisha, I
remembered I have to finish reading this novel for English class.  After
that, I'll be finished with exams until my Tuesday history test.  I can
come by Thursday night, okay?"

   "Sure, Kim.  Thursday is fine.  Do you need a lift home?"

   "No, I have my car, but I could use some help with these bags."

   "No problem."

   "Remember, no peeking."

   "I wouldn't dream of it." As Tommy gathered up a couple of bags, he
couldn't help but wonder about Kimberly's little toy.  Just how often was
she using her vibrator--considering she said she had broken her old
one--and what were the chances he could convince Kim to use it the next
time they had the chance to fool around?

   -----

   CHAPTER V

   "Did you check with Billy about tomorrow?" Kimberly asked as she and
Tommy headed down the basement stairs.  Tommy had converted part of the
basement into a practice do-jo, and over the last six months it had doubled
as a dance studio.  There were plenty of mats; the stereo was down there,
and when his parents weren't home, it provided plenty of privacy.  The idea
had been Tommy's; he hadn't seen Kimberly dance in ages, and he loved
watching her dance; she was so incredibly sexy.

   "Yes, I told him that I might invite you over and asked if he minded
very much."

   "So, what did he say?"

   "To paraphrase Billy, he had anticipated as much, and as long as we were
not disturbed by his presence he had no difficulties with us
co-habitating."

   "Billy must be bugged by something; he doesn't usually get wordy unless
he's 'emotionally off balance,' as he once put it."

   "He seemed fine to me."

   Kimberly set her bag on the floor and rifled through the front pocket in
search of her cassette.  She stepped out of her sweatpants and jacket;
underneath she wore black bike shorts with a thong in hot pink over them.
Over her black bra top she wore a loose pink tank.  If Tommy's pulse wasn't
elevated enough by the thought of her dancing and her outfit, it shot off
the charts when she slipped on a pair of black leather boots.

   "He 'anticipated' our `co-habitating,' huh?  Why is it everyone seems to
know what we're going to be doing before we do it?" Kimberly snapped,
thinking of her discussion with Aisha and Adam the other afternoon.  "Why
is it they all expect us to be sleeping together?  Why can't we ever seem
to have any privacy?"

   "What's wrong?" Tommy queried.  It wasn't like Kimberly to grouse about
something they had no control over, and he thought she had accepted the
fact that their friends more or less knew what was going on in their lives.


   "Nothin' much," she grumbled as she began stretching out.  "Do you know
what Aisha suggested we should do this weekend?  Invite Billy to join us in
bed after the prom."

   "Sounds like a good idea to me," Tommy replied with a nonchalant shrug.

   "Tommy, please!  It's bad enough they know what we're up to; I'd rather
not have everyone know about this thing with Billy."

   "This is really starting to bother you, isn't it?  Although I find the
idea of you sleeping with Billy exciting, if you're not comfortable with
it, let it go."

   "I don't know any more . . .  I had another dream," she admitted
reluctantly.  "You and Billy were making love to me at the same time; it
was incredibly powerful.  I came so hard, I woke myself up.  My panties
were soaking wet."

   "Wow.  It sounds like you really enjoyed yourself."

   "I did.  That's kind of what bothers me.  I never imagined that I'd ever
want to do something like that." Kimberly completed her warm ups and walked
out on to the mats, but her step lacked its usual strut.

   "Hey, if you're not in the mood for this . . . ." Tommy offered.

   "Right now, I need to lose myself in the music."

   "What are you dancing to?  More oldies?"

   "Seventies and Eighties hard rock, some Nineties." She nodded to Tommy
to start the tape, then waited at parade rest for the music to begin.

   Tommy took his seat beside the stereo and settled back to enjoy the
show. Her eyes were closed as "Back in Black" started, and her body began
to move, starting with her shoulders and down into her hips.  Tommy saw the
tension ebbing from her body as she began to dance; arms and legs weren't
so stiff.  Her movements began to flow.  When she opened her eyes, he
noticed the fire flickering to life.  By mid-song, Kimberly's sexy hip
movements told Tommy the music had taken over.  She was lost in the Zone--a
place where nothing existed but the music, and she was its willing slave.
Tommy knew well that if Kimberly was as hot as the music, anything could
happen.

   AC/DC was just the warm up.  "Shoot to Thrill" faded and "Let's put the
X in Sex" by Kiss came on.  Kimberly's eyes were aglow.  She gazed at Tommy
predatorialy and licked her lips, sending an electric charge straight to
his cock.  He moaned in helpless pleasure as her hands travelled down her
undulating body in an intimate caress.  Then she undid the knot on her tank
top and flirted with removing it.  Tommy fervently wished his parents
weren't home; if they had been absent, Kimberly probably would have
stripped.

   "Oh man . . . ." he groaned as Kimberly dropped to the mat during the
third verse and began humping the floor.  She was getting really close . .
. in another song or two, she'd drag him out onto the mats and start
dancing with him--which wasn't a very accurate description.  It was more
like she used him as a prop, grinding herself against him and using him as
a support for some very interesting moves.

   "Tommy, door!" his mother yelled down from the basement door.  Tommy
wanted to swear.

   "Coming, Mom!" He was grateful he was wearing the pants from his gi. 
"I'll be right back, Kim." Tommy doubted that Kimberly had heard him.  Her
eyes were closed again, and a ZZ Top song was starting up as Tommy bounded
up the stairs.

   "Front door or back?" he queried of his mother as he entered the
kitchen.

   "Back." That meant it was probably a friend.  Tommy peeked out the
window and spied Billy on the back porch.  "Why didn't you let Billy in and
send him down?"

   "He said he'd wait on the porch, and I wasn't sure you and Kimberly
wanted to be disturbed."

   Tommy studied his mother's face; her expression was neutral.  Tommy had
a sneaking suspicion that she knew exactly what was going on when she
wasn't home.  His mother was annoyingly perceptive.  If she did know what
he and Kim were doing, why hadn't she said anything?  Tommy just shrugged
it off.  If his father hadn't been able to figure his mother out in
twenty-plus years of marriage, what chance did he stand?

   "Hey, Billy, what brings you here?" Tommy asked as he joined Billy on
the back porch.

   "I thought I'd drop off your key to the cabin," Billy said, handing him
the magnetic passkey.

   "Thanks, but I probably won't get a chance to get up there before the
prom."

   "Here's Kimberly's key, too.  I figured that she'd be here since she
wasn't at Aisha's.  I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

   "You didn't.  What could you interrupt?  My parents are home," Tommy
said ruefully.  "Kim's just dancing . . .  say, why don't you come
downstairs with me?" A tiny voice in Tommy's mind told him that this might
not be a good idea, considering Kimberly's frame of mind when she arrived,
but Tommy knew that while she was dancing, nothing else mattered but the
music.  "I've told you about her dancing; it's definitely something to see.
When I left her, she was dancing to ZZ Top."

   "Are you sure, Tommy?  You've also told me how aroused she gets from
dancing and that activities of an intimate nature usually follow a
performance," Billy reminded him.

   "Like I said, what's going to happen with my parents at home?" Tommy
could see that Billy was interested in spite of himself; he just needed a
little more coaxing.  "Come on, Billy.  I'd really like you to see what
I've been talking about; words don't do it justice.  Kim won't mind."

   "I must admit to being more than a little curious," Billy admitted
reluctantly, almost as if he couldn't help himself.  He had been intrigued
since the first time he heard from Kimberly about her seducing Tommy with
her dancing in Zedd's citadel, and Tommy's later admissions only fueled his
imaginings further.  Billy was loathe to gratify his appetite in this
manner, but it was a vastly more satisfying method than perusing
pornographic media.

   "Great!  Let's not keep Kimberly waiting," Tommy said, ushering Billy
inside before he could change his mind.  Tommy's mother looked up from the
dishes as Tommy and Billy entered and headed for the basement, but she made
no comment.

   As they descended the stairs, the introduction to "Gimme All Your
Loving" hit their ears.  Kimberly was still going strong on the mats.  Her
hair was damp, and her arms and chest glistened with a light sheen of
perspiration.  Her head lolled from side to side in time with the rocking
of her hips.  Tommy motioned Billy to be seated on the stairs then stayed
with him instead of resuming his place by the stereo.  Kimberly seemed to
sense that her audience had returned.  Although her eyes were still closed,
she threw herself into the dance with greater abandon.  At the start of the
second verse, Kimberly whipped off her tank top.  Tommy grinned at Billy's
wide eyes.  Billy started to get up--presumably to escape--but Tommy put a
restraining hand on his shoulder.

   "It's all right," Tommy assured him.  Billy sat down again hesitantly,
and Tommy noticed for the first time that Kimberly's top zipped in front.

   "I never realized she could move like this," Billy remarked in a hoarse
whisper, his eyes glued to Kimberly's ass as she strutted off in the
opposite direction only to stop and bounce with the beat.  The pink thong
against the black Lycra drew one's attention to her curvaceous bottom.  She
glance back at the boys over her shoulder, her lips pursed in a sexy pout.
Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction.  Tommy could tell she was enjoying her
audience's response.  He could also tell that she was planning something
mischievous.  She paused her performance long enough to flip the tape over.


   "Enjoying the show so far?" Tommy queried.

   "Mostimpressive, but I feel like a peeping Tom," Billy confessed.

   "She knows we're here.  I should warn you that Kim will probably pull us
out onto the mats with her at some point."

   "What?"

   "It's nothing to worry about.  She'll let you know what she wants you to
do.  It can be an awful lot of fun."

   The two fell silent as the music resumed: "Cream" by Prince.  Kimberly
lay down on the mat and rolled about to the moans that served as the song's
introduction.  As the guitar line commenced, she laid on her back and
pumped her hips into the air, sliding her hand down her neck, over her
breasts, and between her legs.  Then she got to her knees and crawled
towards Tommy and Billy as if she was an animal stalking prey.  She
suddenly stopped and slowly uncoiled herself and rose to her feet.  She
turned her back to the boys and planted her feet shoulder width apart. 
With a sharp snap, she bent over, peering at the guys between her legs. 
Kimberly winked and them and blew them a kiss, then she painstakingly
rolled up one vertebrae at a time while sliding her hands up the backs of
her legs.  When her hands reached her hips, she toyed with the waistband of
her thong.  Kimberly thrust her bottom towards her audience and eased her
thong over her hips and down her legs.

   "Oh my . . . ." Billy sighed as Kimberly stepped out of the thong and
kicked it toward the stairs.  Tommy echoed the sentiment with his own moan
of appreciation.

   As the final bars of the song faded, Kimberly fixed Billy with a
smoldering stare and beckoned for him with her index finger.  Her grin was
so impish it was almost evil.

   "Go on," Tommy urged Billy, nudging him.  "She wants you on the mats."

   "I couldn't . . . ." Billy protested, however, Kimberly was not to be
refused.  She sauntered over and stood in front of Billy.  She took his
hands, placed them on her hips, and held them there as she backed away to
the beat of "Finish What You Started" by Van Halen.

   Tommy nearly came as he observed the pair.  Billy looked almost
terrified, and Kimberly looked as if she was going to eat him alive.  Kim
finally released Billy's hands and turned to face him.  She wrapped her
arms around Billy's neck and rocked her body closer to his until she was
grinding against him.  She let go of his neck and as she rocked her body
lower, her hands trailing down Billy's chest and stomach almost to the
bulge in his shorts.  She shimmied up again and placed Billy's hands under
her arms, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts.  Kim let herself go
limp until her weight rested solely in the crook of Billy's thumbs and
index fingers.  She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forwards.

   If he had been in Billy's position, Tommy would have buried his face in
Kimberly's cleavage.  Although Billy was restraining himself, Tommy could
see that Billy's nervousness was starting to fade.  While not willing to
touch just yet, Billy was willing to drink deeply of the exquisite view
presented to him.  Tommy also noted that Kimberly was holding back more
than usual, almost as if she was uncertain about what she was doing.

   At the moment, Kimberly had her arms about Billy's waist; her hands were
on his ass pressing his hips to hers.  She had him put his hands on hers in
a reciprocal fashion.  She was trying to get him to follow her lead, to
move with her.  When that didn't work, she spun away from him and finished
out the song lightly running her hands over his chest, shoulders, arms and
back--but no place more incriminating.  The next song was "Poundcake," and
Kimberly continued her seductive dancing and teasing, occasionally placing
Billy's hands on her sweaty, undulating body.  However, halfway through the
song, Tommy began to notice subtle changes in Kim's body language.  She was
touching herself more, running her hands along the neckline of her top,
tugging at it and pulling it lower.  She toyed with the zipper.  Her
fingers wandered over her breasts, lightly stimulating her nipples.  Her
smile became more predatory even as her eyes closed yet again.  Tommy
didn't need to be standing close to her to feel her heat or her wetness. 
He knew that look well.  Tommy wondered if he should cut in or let Kimberly
go to see just how far gone she actually was.

   The song had not yet reached the coda when Kimberly stopped moving.  She
was but a few inches away from Billy.  The two of them stood still save for
the heaving of their chests, their eyes locked onto each other.  Tommy
hardly dared to breath, waiting to see what would happen next.  Kimberly
was obviously aroused; the same could be said for Billy.  Tommy could see
the indecision in Kimberly's eyes; finally, she moved, but it was only to
stand on tiptoe and give Billy a gentle peck on the cheek.

   "Thanks for the dance," she panted heavily.

   "Uh, no problem," Billy muttered as he staggered backwards.

   Kimberly then advanced on Tommy.  The fire in her eyes told him that all
pretense at restraint was gone.  She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled
him off the stairs.  She jerked the ponytail holder out of his hair and
grabbed a double handful of his locks, pulling him to her and crushing his
lips in a burning kiss that made him weak in the knees.  Then she tore
herself away and threw herself whole heartedly into "Runaround." Billy
cleared the mat and returned to the stairs.  Tommy leaned helplessly
against one of the supports.

   "I get the distinct impression I should take my leave," Billy said.

   "Wait one more song," Tommy suggested.  "She's not totally gone yet."
Tommy was barely able to finish his sentence before Kimberly yanked him
onto the mats with her.  She shimmied down the length of his body; her
hands wandered as freely over his body as they wandered over her own. 
Kimberly was dangerously hot.  She was beyond merely dancing; she was into
serious foreplay.  Tommy could see it in the way she spun around, leading
with her hips, in the way she played with her hair, and in the way she
touched herself.  As "Runaround" reached the vamp before the final repeat,
Kimberly slid her hands up Tommy's abdomen, undoing the buttons on his
shirt as they glided upwards.  Tommy had taken to wearing button down
shirts whenever Kimberly danced so she wouldn't ruin any more of his
t-shirts or tank tops.  By the song's end, Kimberly had stripped him to the
waist.

   At the introduction to "Black and Blue," Kim stood away from Tommy,
swaying from side to side.  Then, she started advancing toward him with a
sexy strut and even sexier smile on her face as the drums joined the guitar
line.  She dropped into a deep plié and swivelled up again with slow,
sweeping movements of her hips.

   "Slip and Slide,

   Push it in.

   The girl sure has got rhythm."

   As Sammy belted out the first verse, Kimberly thrust her hips sharply
against Tommy's in a dry hump.  She swung a leg up around his hips and
performed an intense bump and grind against his groin.  Tommy slipped an
arm around her waist to support her, and she slowly arched backwards with a
shake to her shoulders.

   Kimberly snapped up suddenly and shoved Tommy away from her.  She spiked
her heel and spun around.  She sauntered towards Billy, her arms snaking up
around her head.  Her fingers romped through her hair, and her
eyelids--already at half mast--closed completely.  She skimmed her hands
down her face and down along her top's neckline.  Almost unknowingly, her
fingers caught the zipper.

   Billy's eyes went wide, and he swallowed hard, much to Tommy's surprise.
When Kimberly turned to face him, it was his turn to experience difficulty
in swallowing.  Her top was completely unzipped.  When Kimberly let her top
drop to the floor, Tommy shot a glance at Billy.  It was difficult to say
who was more startled.  Tommy shrugged helplessly, and Billy bid him
good-bye with a nod.  Tommy experienced a pang of regret; he hadn't wanted
to scare Billy off or embarrass him in any way.

   "Kimberly, what are you doing?" Tommy hissed as she snuggled up to him
and began kissing his chest.  "My mom's in the kitchen; she could come down
at any time."

   "I don't care; I need to be fucked now," Kimberly growled, pulling Tommy
to the mat and pinning him.

   "You know I'd fuck you in a heartbeat, but this isn't the best time or
place . . . ." Tommy insisted.  Kimberly stared at him as if she couldn't
believe he was refusing her.  Tommy couldn't believe he was refusing her,
but he met her gaze.  He wasn't going to back down.  Finally, Kimberly
climbed off him, her face betraying her frustration, disappointment, and
anger.  She snatched up her tank top from the floor, and as she put it on,
she crossed the room to the stereo and killed the tape.

   "Kim . . . ." Tommy began.

   "Don't," she snapped.  "I know you're right, but that doesn't mean I
have to like it.  Where'd Billy go?"

   "I think you scared him off."

   "Great, just great."

   "Take it easy.  He didn't look angry or anything like that."

   "This is driving me crazy!" Kimberly fumed.  She stomped off when Tommy
tried to put his arms around her.  "I'm going to do it.  I have to, or I'll
go nuts."

   "Do what?"

   "I'm going to try and fuck Billy this weekend while we're up at his
uncle's place."

   "Are you sure that's a good idea?" Tommy asked.

   "The dreams won't go away, and I can't get the thought out of my mind.
I've got to do something, or else I'll bust!"

   "If that's what you want to do, I'm behind you all the way."

   Kimberly's shoulders sagged with relief.  "Thanks for being so
understanding, Tommy."

   "No problem, but can I ask a favor?  If things go well, will you tell me
what happens?"

   "You'd really like to know?"

   "I like it when you share your dreams; why not this?"

   "Well, if you really want to hear about it, I guess it's the least I
could do."

   "Thanks.  You know, if you're still in a mood to fool around, we could
go to the park," Tommy said.  Kimberly perked up at the suggestion.  "Only,
you'll have to keep it down.  I've heard that sound carries really well out
there."

   -----

   CHAPTER VI

   Billy finished putting the last of the groceries in the cabin's
kitchenette and directed his attention to his luggage.  However, he bumped
his knee on the corner of the couch and swore.  He was unusually
short-tempered; small wonder considering he hadn't slept well.

   Damn Tommy for dragging me downstairs last night, Billy groused as he
massaged his patella.  However, he quickly recanted his invective against
Tommy; it wasn't Tommy's fault.  Billy had known what he was getting into.
Tommy had discussed Kimberly's dancing with him often enough, and that look
he and Tommy had exchanged near the end of the performance . . . .  Tommy
clearly had not expected Kimberly to take matters as far as she had.  Billy
couldn't really blame Kimberly either.  When she had surrendered herself to
the music, she had only been dancing for herself and Tommy; she was well
into her groove by the time Tommy had brought him downstairs.  When he
considered her manner of dancing with Tommy, Kim had been exceedingly
restrained when she had danced with him.  At the time, he had not noticed
it, but now that he thought about it, he realized that she had been
fighting to retain her control.  It was the reason she had broken away and
kept her distance when she had kissed him--which opened up a whole new
branch of speculation: why would Kimberly feel the need to restrain
herself?

   Stop torturing yourself, he chided.  If you want to place blame for your
lack of sleep and incredibly erotic dreams with any one, blame yourself and
your hormones.

   Billy was almost dreading the evening's festivities and seriously
considered cancelling with Tommy and Kimberly.  Kimberly would no doubt
drive him to distraction.  There would be dancing at the prom, and Kimberly
would be out on the dance floor.  While it would all be quite innocent, he
would be seeing her as she had been last night--her fiery eyes, her sexy
smile, her body demanding gratification . . . .  Billy sighed as he
shuddered with the memory of her hands on his body.  He literally ached
with wanting her to touch him as she had touched Tommy last night.

   Bringing Tommy to mind acted like a splash of cold water in his face. 
Kimberly and Tommy would be sharing the room next to his tonight.  The two
of them would be making love in the other bed.  How was he going to stand
it?  He wished Tommy and Kimberly were going to her cabin instead.

   You had your chance to say no.  He could have refused Tommy when he had
asked--at least Tommy had asked.  He had not really needed to do that; the
reason Billy had arranged their accommodations thusly was so everyone could
have a private room.  In thinking about it, Billy suspected Kimberly was
the one who had thought to offer him the courtesy.

   If you're that uncomfortable, you can always go stay with Adam and
Aisha. Billy shook his head.  He was making a big deal out of nothing. 
Tommy and Kimberly couldn't know about his feelings; if they did, they
probably would wait to get together until another time.  You could always
tell them, or better yet, ask if you could join them.

   "Tommy, would you object to my participating in your sexual activities
with Kimberly?  Yeah, right."

   Disgusted with himself and the whole situation, Billy wandered back to
the bedrooms.  As the first to arrive, he had his pick.  Both rooms had
spacious accommodations, private half baths, and opened onto a shared full
bath, but the master bedroom had a queen size bed and a door that opened
onto a patio.  Billy decided to leave that one for Tommy and Kimberly.

   You're hopeless, Billy told himself as he unpacked; however, he was
interrupted by a knock at the door.  He wasn't expecting anyone, and Tommy
had his key.  Billy opened the door and was surprised to see Kimberly
standing there.

   "Hi, Billy," she said brightly.  Billy was somewhat annoyed to see that
she was her usual cute, perky self.  Even her dress was cute and innocent;
the seductress from last night was nowhere to be seen--as if she never
existed except in his fantasies.  He found her Jekyll/Hyde behavior
maddening.

   "Kimberly?  What are you doing here?" His tone sounded sharp in his
ears, but Kimberly seemed not to notice.

   "May I come in?" Billy finally noticed that she was holding a shopping
bag and that her smile was more mischievous than cute.

   "Sure." Billy stepped aside, and Kimberly swept past him.

   "I've been looking all over for you; your dad told me you came up here
to get settled," Kimberly said.

   "Looking for me?  I thought you were decorating for tonight's
festivities."

   "I begged off for a couple of hours.  I need your help, Billy." Her
statement caught him off guard, as did her expression: self-conscious and
hopeful.

   "What can I help you with?"

   "I bought this outfit, and I want your opinion of it."

   "My opinion?" he reiterated dubiously.

   "The outfit is kind of daring . . .  I've never worn anything like it,
and it's not the sort of thing where another woman's opinion would do any
good.  I need a man's perspective."

   "I'm hardly a fashion expert; why don't you ask Tommy?"

   "You don't need to be an expert; just tell me if you like it or not. 
Besides, I can't ask Tommy." Billy thought he saw a bit of red in her
cheeks.  "It's sort of a surprise for . . .  tonight.  Please Billy?" She
looked up at him beseechingly, and the way she said please made Billy's
mouth go dry.

   "If you really want my opinion . . . ."

   "Great!  I'll just zip into the bathroom and slip this on," she said,
delight lighting her features.

   "Actually, why don't you use Tommy's room," Billy suggested, "since
you'll be staying there tonight and . . . ." The words died on his lips
when he saw a blush flare up in Kimberly's cheeks.  He felt like an idiot.
Just because he knew what was going on didn't mean he had to be blunt about
it.  He hadn't considered that Kimberly might be embarrassed about others
knowing what she and Tommy were up to.  "Sorry.  There's a large mirror on
the dresser in Tommy's room if you need it."

   "Thanks, Billy.  You know, it was really sweet of your uncle to let us
use the new bungalows.  They are so cool," Kimberly said as she gathered up
her sack and wandered down the hall.  "Remember when we all came here to
study for that science exam?"

   "That seems like aeons ago," Billy replied.  That had taken place not
too long into their Ranger careers; Jason, Zack and Trini were still on the
team, and Tommy had been on hiatus after losing his Green Ranger powers. 
"We've come a long way since then."

   "And now look at us--graduating seniors." Kimberly's voice sounded a
trifle dispirited.  "Oh drat."

   "What's wrong?"

   "This outfit doesn't have the same impact without the proper hairdo, and
mine isn't cooperating," Kimberly complained, popping her head out of the
bedroom door.  "Could you bring me my bag?  I should have some bobby pins
in there."

   "Certainly." Billy grabbed her satchel and headed down the hall.

   ***

   As Billy exited the living room, the front door opened.  Tommy had
changed his mind about his arrival time.  He set his overnight bag on the
floor and pocketed his key.  He had seen Billy's car in the parking lot and
knew he was about.  Tommy was about to call out to see where Billy was when
he heard Billy's voice coming from down the hall.

   "Here it is, Kim," Billy said, knocking on the door.

   Tommy's heart skipped a beat.  Kimberly had told him that she was going
to try her luck with Billy sometime while the six of them were at the
resort.  Last night, she hadn't had any specific plan; Tommy wondered if
that was the reason for her presence.

   "You can come in; I'm in the bathroom," Kimberly answered.

   Tommy was torn.  Part of him wanted to respect Kimberly's privacy; he
knew that she had some doubts about the prospect of seducing Billy, but her
concerns faded from his mind as Tommy pictured the gleam in her eyes and
her uninhibited mannerisms.  He had come close to saying something to Billy
the other day when Billy had remarked on Kimberly's sexually charged
behavior.  The thought of Kimberly making love to Billy was really charging
his own hormones; that was why he had asked Kimberly to tell him what
happened when she made her play for Billy.  He really should leave Billy
and Kim alone; even though Billy had watched him and Kimberly make love, he
hadn't deliberately set out to observe them.  Circumstances just worked out
that way.  However, circumstances had placed him here at an opportune
moment.  Besides, if Kim really got into things, he should be able to pick
up on her thoughts through their link.

   Curiosity got the better of Tommy, and he silently moved down the
hallway.  Billy had left the door slightly ajar.  Tommy had a fairly good
view of the room due to the position of the dresser mirror.  He resolved to
stay only long enough to see if Kimberly really was going to go through
with it.

   ***

   "Here you are, Kimberly," Billy said, knocking on the interior door.

   "Thanks," she said, sticking her arm out to accept her bag.  "Why don't
you take a seat on the bed.  This will only take a minute."

   Billy felt uncomfortable sitting on Tommy's bed waiting for Tommy's
girlfriend to come out and model an outfit for him.

   "I'm really glad you're coming along with me and Tommy tonight,"
Kimberly jabbered away from behind the door.  Billy felt lousy for
harboring mixed emotions about that.  Their invitation had been offered in
friendship; they hadn't made it with the intent of torturing him.

   "Thanks again for inviting me," Billy said for lack of anything better
to say.  "I wasn't looking forward to being alone tonight."

   "Hey, what are friends for?  The three of us will have a ball.  Ah,
there were are.  Ready or not, here I come."

   Billy looked up as Kimberly stepped out of the bathroom and leaned
casually against the door frame.  Billy nearly fell off the bed, and his
mouth dropped open.

   ***

   Out in the hallway, Tommy had to stifle a moan of his own.

   ***

   "What do you think?" Kimberly queried as she paraded out in the tiny,
pink satin and black lace teddy she had worn for Tommy on Saturday.  The
only difference was that her hair was gathered up in a loose Gibson Girl
style bun with ringlets tickling her neck.  She stopped in front of Billy
and spun around slowly, modeling the thong back for him.

   ***

   "Cold, Kimberly, cold.  Poor Billy!  If you do the Pose for him, he's
had it," Tommy mused.  Having already seen the ensemble in question, Tommy
knew exactly how Billy felt.  He nearly creamed himself the first time Kim
had worn the lingerie; it was a herculean effort for him not to come now,
especially because Kim wore the same expression now as she had then: her
filthy cute, sexual predator smile.

   If you wish to respect your friends' privacy, leave now, a little voice
in his head warned him, but Tommy's will caved in.  He had to see Billy's
reaction.

   ***

   "Well?" Kimberly prompted.

   Billy tried to say something, but he couldn't find his voice.  He
swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes off her.  When she took a step
towards him, he involuntarily backed away and tumbled to the floor. 
Concern momentarily replaced the seductive expression on Kim's face as she
offered him a helping hand.

   "Are you all right?" she queried.

   "Sure," he squeaked out, sounding very much like a thirteen year old who
just hit puberty.  Billy remained crouched on the floor until Kimberly
turned her back on him, the heat in his cheeks burning as hot as that in
his loins.

   "Do you think Tommy will like this?" Kimberly asked as she turned and
struck the Pose: her hips and rear thrust back, left leg pushed slightly
forward; her back arched just enough to push her breasts forward nearly
causing them to spill out of the shallow cups; her right hand slid down her
body while her left glided up over her breasts, tracing the flesh peeking
over the lace-edged satin, and onward to her throat.  Her eyelids were half
closed, and her tongue slid across her lips provocatively.  Billy moaned
helplessly and nearly came.

   "I take it that means yes," Kimberly cooed as she stretched out of the
posture.  "I'm glad you like it."

   "Kimberly, what are you doing?" Billy gulped at last.  He felt like a
cornered animal; Kim must have sensed this for her hungry expression
softened.  She leaned over, and Billy had a momentary glance at her
cleavage before she kissed him.

   "This is something I've wanted to do for some time," she replied.  Then
she kissed him again, much harder than before.  Her tongue danced into his
mouth to caress his.  Billy could feel his resistance weakening, and he
brusquely pushed her away.

   "Kim, please, stop this," Billy protested.  "What about Tommy?"

   "Tommy knows what I'm doing," Kim assured him.  "I told him what I was
up to."

   "You told him you were going to seduce me?"

   "I wouldn't be here otherwise."

   "Is that what you and Tommy were trying to do last night with your
dancing?" Billy snapped, letting his frustrations get the better of him.

   Kimberly recoiled as if she had been struck.  At first indignation
played across her features, and she started to say something.  However, she
considered Billy's words more carefully and anger gave way to something
else.  "No, I wasn't . . .  we weren't . . .  I didn't mean . . . ." she
fumbled tremulously, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

   Her reaction caught Billy by surprise, and he immediately regretted his
harsh tone.  Kimberly was presenting him with the answer to his dreams, so
why was he trying to push her away?

   "I'm sorry, Kimberly; I shouldn't have lashed out like that.  I'm not
upset with you or Tommy; I'm upset with myself." When Billy reached out for
her, she pulled away.

   "I didn't mean to get so wild; I tried to hold back," she said, and
Billy suddenly got the impression that he wasn't the one she was trying to
convince.  "I just couldn't help myself.  I wanted to see what it would be
like to . . .  touch you."

   That admission startled Billy.  "But why would you want to touch me?" he
asked, more confused than ever.  Kimberly sat down on the bed across from
him.  She positioned herself as demurely as possible, but there was
something in the swell of her breasts above the lace-trimmed cups and the
curve of her hips that kept distracting Billy.

   "We've been friends forever," Kimberly began.  To Billy it sounded
rather like the opening of a rehearsed speech.  Kimberly had probably
scripted out the scenario for the afternoon, and his little outburst had
knocked her for a loop.  "I like you, Billy, a lot; I guess in a way, I
always had a sort of crush on you.  I just never realized how deep it ran
until recently."

   "I suppose I could say the same for myself," he confessed cautiously. 
There were times when he viewed Kimberly almost like a sister, but one did
not get aroused by the thought of kissing one's sister.

   "You could?  That's sweet, Billy."

   "I just never would have thought you'd be interested in a guy like me."

   "Why not?  You're good looking, smart, kind, gentle . . .  what's not to
like?"

   "I meant atrracted with the intent to be intimate.  I know why you did
what you did in Zedd's citadel, but was it this affection for me that led
you to kiss me like you did in the infirmary last November?" Billy asked.
Belatedly he realized that Kimberly probably did not know what he was
talking about.

   "Probably.  You're an awfully good kisser, even if you weren't trying
very hard."

   "You remember . . .  ?  You weren't sleep walking?"

   "No, I was only pretending.  I knew what I was doing."

   "Then why did you do it?"

   "I just couldn't resist; you're really cute when you're embarrassed."

   "Kimberly . . . ."

   "Billy, I want to make love to you." Kimberly uncoiled herself and
leaned closer to him.  "I want it to be something special.  Just this once,
just between friends."

   Billy did not know what to say.  Part of him yearned to accept her offer
eagerly, but the scientist in him refused to let him accept anything at
face value.

   "What if I were to say no?" His query startled Kimberly, almost as if
she had not considered that outcome.

   "No means no, Billy.  It means I get dressed and leave, and nothing more
need be said about any of this."

   Kimberly was trying to sound confident, even reasonable, but Billy
detected a tremor of uncertainty, perhaps even fear in her voice.  It gave
Billy the impression that this was no mere whim.  Kimberly was really
afraid he was going to refuse, but why?  Why was being intimate with him so
important to her?  This line of thought made Billy realize that Kimberly's
actions were not without cost to her: possible rejection, jeopardizing
friendships--if things did not go well--and possibly her relationship with
Tommy.  According to Kimberly, Tommy had given his sanction; she had taken
a considerable risk in broaching the matter with Tommy.  No, there had to
be a deeper reason than affection, but Billy did not imagine that Kimberly
was consciously aware of it.

   "I'm flattered that you want to be intimate with me, but why would you
want to engage in sexual intercourse with me when you have Tommy?  What do
I have to offer?" Even as he uttered the words, Billy knew he was on to
something.  "Why me?  Is it curiosity?  Variety?  Or something else?"

   "I'm not sure I follow you," Kimberly said diffidently as if Billy was
getting close to something she didn't wish to examine.

   "Do you think I can give you something that, for all his love and skill,
Tommy can't?" Billy pursued.

   "What do you mean?"

   The uncertainty in Kimberly's voice brought her words of a few moments
ago back to Billy: "I just wanted to see what it would be like . . . ." He
had the beginnings of an idea and decided to test his theory.

   "Kimberly, can you remember the first time you touched Tommy intimately?
What was it like?" Billy watched as Kimberly closed her eyes and searched
her memory; it seemed that the longer she pondered the matter, the more
frustrated and angry she became.

   "I can't," she said defeatedly; she sounded close to tears.

   "Do you know why you can't?"

   "No."

   "You can't remember because you don't want to.  Your mind has shut out
most of your memories of the first days of your captivity in Zedd's
citadel. It was during those three days while you were under the influence
of Zedd's spell that you first became intimate with Tommy.  Judging from
what you told me at the time, you don't want to recall all the things you
did.

   "Zedd's spell did more than enslave you and warp your deepest desires.
It robbed you and Tommy of some very precious moments: the excitement and
uncertainty of deciding for yourselves, the awkwardness of undressing in
front of each other for the first time, the thrill of seeing each other
naked, your first caresses--little things that mean so much and make your
first time so special."

   "I tried to convince myself that they didn't matter," Kimberly began in
a quivering voice.  She drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms
around them.  Billy fought hard to ignore her exposed slit.  "I remember
the night of the variety show, before everything went to hell.  I remember
how brightly Tommy's eyes were shining when he saw me in my aunt's gown and
how weak-kneed I felt when he smiled at me.  I remember how good he made me
feel inside.  I was so excited, and I wanted his arms around me so badly .
. .  and then, poof!  I've nothing but a black void.  The next memory I can
really call my own was of waking up cold and alone--scared, ashamed, and
sickened by the nightmare I had just had . . .  the things I had done and
felt under the power of that dream.  Only, it was no nightmare.  It was
real.  I had desires and knowledge that I'd never had before, and I
couldn't clearly say how I gained them!  I didn't loose my virginity in
Zedd's citadel; I lost my innocence."

   "I shouldn't have even brought this up," Billy said, putting a hand on
her shoulder.  Kimberly wiped angrily at her eyes.

   "Have you any idea how I felt when I saw Tommy that first night after
the spell had worn off?  He was asleep--naked and shackled to a pole.  It
was as if I had never seen him before; he was so beautiful he took my
breath away, but when I touched him . . .  I knew what to do.  Somehow, I
knew how to give him that blow job.  I knew where to touch him to make him
feel good, and I didn't know how I knew!  All there was was this black fog
in my brain!" Kim burst into tears of anger and frustration.  Billy
enfolded her in his arms and let her cry.

   "Have you ever spoken to Tommy about this?" he asked when she calmed
down.

   "No.  I told myself there was no sense in worrying about what was lost.
I suppose deep down I knew I was missing something . . . ."

   ". . .  and your subconscious decided to recapture the wonder of your
first sexual experience by projecting it on to me."

   "Ohmigosh, Billy, I didn't mean to . . . ." Kimberly stammered, trying
to pull away from him.

   "Don't worry about it," Billy said, trying to soothe her.  "Actually,
I'm rather flattered that you find me appealing enough to project your need
onto me."

   "You don't mind?" she sniffled.

   "Not now that I know why.  Trying to recapture a lost sense of wonder
makes more sense than you simply having the urge to make love to
me--especially when Tommy knows how to please you so well."

   "And how do you know that?" Kim queried, a knowing smile lighting her
face.  Billy, in his moment of discomfiture, did not see the playful gleam
in her eyes.

   "Well, when you and Tommy were in the infirmary, I happened to be
present during one of your . . .  you had been asleep, and I had brought
some clothes for you . . . ."

   "It's all right, Billy.  I know.  I wondered if you were ever going to
tell me that you had watched us make love."

   "You've known?  Tommy didn't tell you, did he?"

   "Tommy knows?  He's never said a word . . .  you told him, didn't you?"

   "I was trying to make a point and in doing so demonstrated my knowledge
of your activities.  I had to tell him how I came by my information," Billy
confessed sheepishly.  "How did you know I was there?"

   "I woke up when I felt a cold blast of air--from when you opened the
door.  I didn't say anything because I wanted to see what you would do.  I
was still pretty strung out on Sagitteros's spell, and I remember being
intrigued as you stood there staring at us.  There was something about your
expression . . .  what were you thinking?"

   "That I couldn't ever remember seeing anything that looked more
beautiful and erotic at the same time than the two of you sleeping
together."

   "And while we were making love . . .  if you care to call it that."

   "That's a little more problematic," Billy said with a shy grin.  He was
still holding Kimberly and absently stroking her hair.  "I mean, I had
never done anything like that before.  I knew I should have left you two
alone, but when you started fellating Tommy, I just couldn't tear myself
away.  It was as if I was spellbound.  That was one of the things I've
always felt a little guilty about, but watching the two of you make love
was incredible.  I guess what struck me the most was that it was real. 
Real people, real emotions, real love.  There was so much between the two
of you that could never be recreated by actors or captured on film.  Little
things, like Tommy's calm, your fire, gestures, expressions, the way you
came together and moved as one . . . ."

   "Billy, that's beautiful." Kimberly's eyes were shining.

   "It was a beautiful moment--love at its most profound."

   "And at its most primitive.  The first round might have been beautiful,
but right after that I lost all control," Kimberly said glumly.

   "You couldn't help it; that was due to the spell.  If it helps, I didn't
stay long after the two of you finished the first course.  I guess I found
your pain more in need of privacy than your pleasure."

   "Some temptress I turned out to be," Kimberly remarked with a wry laugh.
"I came here to make love to you and wind up being psychoanalyzed instead."


   ***

   Out in the hall, Tommy had to deal with his own emotional conflict.  He
had never fully appreciated how deep Kimberly's scars ran.  Beyond her
obvious anger, he had no idea that she felt cheated.  In some ways, he had
felt similarly, but he had had the opportunity to get to know her body at
his leisure once their nightmare was over.  At the time, he had thought
that not being able to touch Kimberly was the worst possible torture;
perhaps it had been a blessing in disguise.  Tommy knew how much he
treasured those little firsts: the first time Kimberly let him touch her
breasts, the first time he saw her naked . . .  but all those things had
happened later, after their abduction.  How could he not have realized that
her memories of her firsts with him would not be the sweet ones he
cherished?

   Damn Zedd, he swore.  Tommy gathered himself to leave, feeling more than
a little guilty.  He had stayed to watch Kimberly seduce Billy, not have
her heart laid bare.  Yet, it would be worth the pang of guilt to know that
she had found some measure of peace.  However, Billy started to speak
again, giving Tommy pause.

   ***

   "To return to your question regarding my feelings about observing you
and Tommy," Billy continued, "in addition to the higher emotional appeal,
watching the two of you so aroused me that I--well, to be blunt--creamed my
jeans.  I had to leave after the first session because I needed a cold
shower and clean underwear."

   "Really?" Kimberly smiled at his sheepish expression.

   "I still have very intense dreams about it.  Who wouldn't?  That was the
most exciting thing I had ever witnessed."

   "Wow.  You know, I had thought it kind of odd that Tommy didn't mind the
fact that I wanted to make love to you, but maybe it's not so odd after
all. I mean, remembering my own emotions at the time, I didn't mind that
you had watched.  I suppose I should have been embarrassed, but I remember
being excited by the thought of you being there."

   "Is that why you danced with me last night and why you let loose when
you were with Tommy?"

   "Uh huh."

   "Maybe there's a little voyeur and exhibitionist in us all."

   "It's kind of hard for me to admit, but last night I was so turned on I
nearly jumped you right then and there."

   "I almost wish you would have," Billy admitted.

   "Excuse me?"

   "Are you still of a mind to be intimate with me?"

   "I think so."

   "You're sure Tommy doesn't mind?  This may sound strange, but I take a
certain satisfaction in the strength of your relationship.  I wouldn't
jeopardize that for anything--even for a chance to fulfill my favorite
fantasy."

   "Tommy said that he'd respect whatever decision we came to." Kimberly
eyed Billy inquisitively.  "Your favorite fantasy?"

   "Making love to you.  You're a beautiful, sexy young woman, and watching
you has excited me beyond anything I've ever experienced.  What guy
wouldn't fantasize about making love to you--best friend's girl or not.  If
your offer still stands, I accept.  Just this once."

   "Just between friends."

   For a moment, neither of them moved or said a word.  Then, Kimberly
giggled anxiously.

   "I can't believe I'm so nervous."

   "You are?"

   "Uh huh."

   "Me too." They both burst out laughing.

   ***

   From his vantage point, Tommy saw the mischievous gleam return to
Kimberly's eyes while the two laughed.  Then, he detected the beginnings of
that smile Kimberly got whenever she was feeling playful.  It was the look
she got when she wanted to mess with his hair; however, in this instance,
it preceded an assault on Billy's sensitive sides.

   ***

   "Stop it!" Billy pleaded as he writhed on the bed trying to escape from
Kimberly's merciless tickling.  She pursued him until Billy was flat on his
back and she was sitting on his hips.  She smiled down at him as he lay
there gasping for air.  Kimberly dipped in close and pressed her lips to
his, and the longer her lips lingered the more intense her kiss became. 
Her tongue darted into his mouth, wrapping itself around his.

   "Wow," Billy said weakly when she let him come up for air.  Kimberly
studied him, gently stroking the side of his face.  Her fingers wandered
down to his shoulders and played with his shirt collar.

   "You know, I'm sort of glad I ripped your shirt off in the dungeon.  I
really was curious about what you looked like without it," she murmured.

   Billy swallowed hard.  He noticed that Kimberly's fingers trembled
slightly as she undid the buttons.  The contact between her hands and his
naked flesh as she brushed his shirt aside sent a shiver running through
him.

   Kimberly's face lit up with delight as her fingers stroked the fine
blond-brown hairs which covered his chest.  She nuzzled her face in the
soft down and began kissing and licking his chest.  When her mouth found
Billy's nipples, he gasped sharply and arched off the bed.  Encouraged by
his reaction, Kimberly sucked on them vigorously.

   "That feels absolutely magnificent," Billy groaned, digging his hands
into the comforter in an effort to brace himself.  Kimberly's mouth was
driving him wild; every time her tongue lapped at one of his nipples, a
bolt of fire shot through his body.  He hadn't imagined that anything could
feel so good.

   "I just realized something else," Kimberly continued as if she had never
paused to titillate Billy's chest.  "I've never seen you without your
pants; I've always kind of wondered about that, too." Kimberly licked her
way down his abdomen then shifted back to sit on his thighs.  She smoothed
her hands over the bulge in his shorts and deftly dealt with the snap and
zipper.  Grinning wolfishly, she eased both shorts and underwear over his
hips.

   "Mm," she murmured in appreciation as she slid his pants down his legs
and tossed them aside.  Her hands explored his legs, hips, and finally his
cock.  Billy's wasn't as long as Tommy's, but it was thicker.  She felt his
rod throb under her feathery caress.  Billy moaned his pleasure, and his
hips thrust forward almost involuntarily.  Kimberly planted a tiny kiss on
his cock head then raised her eyes to Billy's face.  At the moment, his
head was thrown back, his eyes closed.  His chest rose and fell with the
increased tempo of his breathing, and already he was beginning to perspire.


   "Stand up," she said suddenly, pulling away from him.

   "What?" Billy queried, dazed by the sudden shift.

   "I want to look at you," she explained as she began tugging at his arm,
helping him up.  She stood him up then stepped back to check him out.  She
walked around him slowly, scrutinizing him carefully.

   "I feel ridiculous," Billy mumbled, blushing faintly.

   "Oh hush," Kim chided him as she slid a hand down his bottom, sending a
chill shuddering through his body.  "I was right.  You do have a great
ass." She played with the dark blond, almost brown hair that covered his
cheeks.  With a predatory grin Billy couldn't see (but Tommy could), she
bent over and ran her tongue up the crack of his ass, causing Billy to
raise up on his toes.  Kimberly then wandered around to fondle his cock and
balls.  With her free hand, she pulled his head down to hers and attacked
his mouth hungrily, leaving him panting breathlessly when she let him go.
Still grinning, she slowly slithered down his body until she was kneeling
before him.

   "Oh Billy," she called out softly in a singsong voice.  His eyes
fluttered open, and she fixed him with her best I'm-going-to-eat-you-alive
look.  Then she swallowed his cock.  Billy uttered a noise that was part
moan, part helpless whimper.  Her lips pumped up and down his shaft while
her tongue swirled about the head.  She groaned with her own satisfaction
as she continued to suck his cock.  The expression on her face was one of
ultimate gratification.  With a sudden bob of her head, she took him deep
in her throat, something she had been unable to do with Tommy.  Billy's
cries of delight spurred her to furiously fuck him with her mouth; however,
Billy's body couldn't handle so much excitement.  Fortunately, Kim was
prepared--when his knees gave out, she was able to push him back on the
bed, never once removing her lips from his organ.

   "Kimberly . . .  I . . .  I'm . . . ." Billy stammered as his hips rose
to meet the downward thrust of her mouth.  Kimberly continued sucking and
pumping.  A moan echoed up from the depths of his chest, and Billy came
with a hoarse cry, shooting hot jism down her throat.  What Kim didn't
swallow, she allowed to dribble back down his cock.

   "Mm mm good," she murmured as she licked his rod clean.  She sat back to
watch Billy recover, and when she noticed that she had his attention once
again, she wiped the come from her chin and licked her fingers clean.

   "Awesome," Billy choked out when he could finally speak.  "I didn't mean
to come so soon."

   "That's all right.  You'll get another chance.  Did you enjoy that?"

   "Did I ever!"

   ***

   Out in the hall, Tommy collapsed against the wall as his own knees went
weak.  He had his fist in his mouth to stifle his moans.  It had taken
every ounce of self control he possessed not to come along with Billy.  He
had watched Kim suck his own cock before, but seeing her take all of
Billy's in her mouth . . .  seeing that predatory glint in her eyes and
that self-satisfied grin on her lips . . . .  His heartbeat was as loud as
his rapid breathing as he envisioned Kimberly licking Billy's come from her
fingers.  It was all he could do to keep from bursting in on them.  He had
known he would enjoy watching Kimberly, but this had exceeded his
expectations.  He could hardly wait to see what would happen next.

   ***

   "So, do I get to see you naked?" Billy queried as Kimberly hovered over
him.

   "I've been waiting for you to take this teddy off me," she replied
saucily.

   "Actually," Billy began, his voice cracking, "I was kind of hoping you'd
strip for me." The partial striptease she had performed the previous
evening had fired his imagination.

   Kimberly raised an inquiring eyebrow but said nothing.  She had stripped
for Tommy before, but he had never specifically asked.  She found the
notion exhilarating.  She stood up with slow, sinuous movements and smiled
lustily.

   "It's just too bad we don't have any music," she all but purred.  Even
so, when Kimberly began to move, she was rocking to a phantom tune.  She
knew that Tommy would have been able to identify the music just by her
movements.  She danced for a few measures, skimming her hands all over her
body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, and taunting her pussy. 
She turned around, flashing her ass at him, and bent over.  Her hands
caressed her legs and played with her crack.  She peeked at Billy from
between her legs.  His cock was already getting hard again.  She kicked off
her pumps, sending them sailing across the room with enthusiasm.  She
propped a leg up on the edge of the mattress and beckoned for Billy to come
closer.  She tilted his chin upwards and brought her face close to his. 
She extracted a quick kiss, then danced out of his reach again.  Hooking
her thumbs under the straps of her lingerie, Kimberly slid the thin ribbons
off her shoulders.  She played with her tits again, fondling them, tugging
at the edge of her teddy and giving him glimpses of the flesh underneath.

   "Please, Kimberly . . . ." Billy begged, unable to stand the teasing any
longer.  He reached out to touch her.  She took his hand and placed it on
one of her breasts.  He squeezed experimentally.  While his one hand was
busy with her breasts, she wrapped his other around her waist, placing his
palm flat on her behind.  He also squeezed that as he pulled her closer. 
Then she snaked her arms up around her head, playing with her hair.  While
her hands were engaged, Billy peeled the satin down to her waist and
breathlessly gazed on her naked breasts.  He licked his lips in
anticipation as his hands cupped her mounds.

   "So soft," he murmured as if pleasantly surprised.  It thrilled him to
feel her nipples harden against the palms of his hands.  He rolled the rosy
tips between his fingers and traced circles around the areola.  He couldn't
resist kneading the soft flesh a second time before drawing a breast into
his mouth.

   Kimberly watched Billy as he examined her breasts, smiling at the
wonderment in his face.  In a way, the situation reminded her of the first
time Tommy had undressed her.  She remembered the look in his eyes--so
tender, his heart was right there for her to see.  When he oh-so-slowly
removed her nightgown, he had reminded her of a child unwrapping a present
at Christmas and finding the most wonderful, most unexpected present of
all. He, too, had just looked at her for a long time, almost as if he
couldn't believe what he was seeing.  The memory filled her with a warm
glow . . .  or was that the result of Billy's mouth on her tits?  His hands
and mouth probed with a thoroughness she had expected and caressed with a
gentleness she hadn't anticipated.  Kimberly felt the heat in her pussy and
the juices running down her legs.

   "That feels so good," she sighed, revelling in the sensations that raced
through her body.

   "Amazing," Billy murmured.  He wasn't sure whether it was the taste of
her, the exquisite sensation of her nipples hardening as he sucked on them,
or the whimpers which signified her desire that excited him the most. 
Knowing that he had pleased her filled him with a satisfaction deeper than
any he had known.  The sensation was intoxicating, and he wanted to
experience more.  Billy kissed his way down her belly and swirled his
tongue around her belly button.  Kimberly nearly wriggled out of his grasp.


   "So, you are ticklish," he noted.

   "Fink!" Kimberly said with a giggle.

   Billy peeled the pink satin down over her hips and let it fall to the
floor.  He didn't even realize Kimberly had stepped out of it as he was
mesmerized by the sight before him.  He was almost afraid to touch the
light brown curls which covered her pussy; however, his hands followed the
curve of her hips and slid around to caress her buttocks.  Kimberly slowly
spun around for him, allowing him to drink in the sight of her.

   "You are beautiful," Billy sighed as he stretched a hand out to
Kimberly. She took it, and he guided her to the bed.  His hands wandered up
and down her legs several times, but his attention was irresistibly drawn
to the mass of curls at their juncture.  Detecting an intriguing aroma,
Billy drew his face closer and inhaled deeply.  Finding the scent very
heady, he began a closer examination.  His fingers explored her genitalia
in minute detail, stroking the labia, probing the folds of flesh beyond,
and flickering around the clitoris.  Kimberly squirmed as he slid his
fingers into her vagina; she arched so sharply at the penetration that she
raised off the bed.

   "Geezus, Billy, are you practicing to be a gynecologist or what?  Just
eat me already!" Kimberly growled, unable to hold back any longer.  Billy
stared at her, amazed and amused.  However, he continued to calmly rub her
clit.

   "Please, Billy, please use your tongue," she pleaded as her writhing
became more frenzied.  Billy could not resist her supplicating tone and
took a tentative lick.  Kimberly's gasp urged him to further oral
explorations.  While he was not exactly sure what to do, he recalled that
Kimberly's tongue had done some pretty incredible things to his cock.  He
hoped he could do half as good a job on her.  He lapped the length of her
slit several times before concentrating on her swollen button.

   "Yes!" Kimberly cried out with enthusiasm, closing her eyes and throwing
her head back.  She could already feel the fire surging within her.

   Billy continued his tongue massage, increasing his tempo to match the
thrust of her hips.  Kimberly was squirming so much that he had to grab her
ass in order to hold on to her.  It wasn't long before he became aware of
the changes in her body: the tightening of the muscles in her legs and
stomach, the sharper thrusts of her hips, the louder, deeper gasps and
moans.

   "Make me come; please make me come," she begged as her thighs tightened
around his head, and her hand forced his face deeper between her legs, just
as she had with Tommy in the park.  When her orgasm exploded through her,
she pulled up into a sitting position then collapsed on the bed with a wild
shriek.  Billy was helpless to do anything except continue to lick her
until the first wave of pleasure subsided.

   "Did I do all right?" he asked when Kimberly finally released him.

   "Uh huh." Kimberly pulled him to her and kissed him, licking her juices
from his chin.  She offered him a hungry grin and flipped him onto his
back. She stretched herself lazily across his body, rubbing herself all
over him.  She said nothing as she gave his cock two or three deep sucks.
Then she straddle mounted him as if he were a balance beam.  His engorged
penis rested between the folds of her pussy but was not yet sheathed within
her.  She slowly rocked herself across his rod.

   "How do you want to take me?" she asked as she flipped a stray strand of
hair out of her eyes.  "Me on top?  You on top?  Front?  Behind?  Slow? 
Hard?"

   "I . . .  trust your . . .  judgement," he panted.  Kimberly grinned
wickedly and raised up from his hips.  She held his cock steady and slowly
lowered herself on his pulsating shaft.

   "Oh . . .  my . . . ." Billy's moan caught in his throat and his eyes
rolled back as he found his cock in the tightest, hottest, wettest, softest
space he had ever encountered.  Kimberly's legs strained as she held her
position, giving him time to savor the sensations.  She allowed him to take
the first couple of strokes, then she leaned forward and kissed him.  When
she pulled back, she ran her fingers through his hair.

   ***

   Hold on for the ride of your life, buddy, Tommy moaned inwardly.  When
Kimberly went for the hair, it meant she was in the mood for serious
fucking.  Couple that with her throaty purr and hungry eyes . . . .  Tommy
slid down the wall and sat on the floor.  His cock was painfully hard, and
it was all he could do to keep from reaching for it--especially when Kim
licked her come from Billy's chin.  He could feel the pre-come seeping out,
but he didn't want to come just yet.  The show was just beginning.

   ***

   Holding on for dear life was exactly what Billy was doing.  Kimberly
bucked and writhed on his cock so frenetically that her hair was flying
free of its pins.  She seemed oblivious to everything save the pleasure she
was feeling.  Her hands roamed all over her body.  Billy was fascinated as
she played with her breasts, pulling on her nipples then cupping them,
bending over and licking them as best she could.  When her fingers weren't
tormenting her tits, they were furiously stroking her clit.

   Billy was grateful Kimberly had given him such an expert blow job; he
wouldn't have lasted otherwise.  Even so, it was a wonder he hadn't had a
second explosive orgasm.  Kimberly's performance was exciting beyond words.
As her orgasm crested, the pressure exerted by her velvety walls around his
organ was phenomenal, gripping him tighter than he had thought possible. 
Just when he thought he couldn't take it any more, his cock was bathed in a
warm rush of her juices.  Kimberly literally screamed as her body shook
with the power of her orgasm.  It was enough to nearly push him over the
edge.

   ***

   When Kimberly screamed, Tommy lost it, unable to hold back any longer.
He bit his lip until he tasted blood in his effort to keep quiet; however,
he doubted Kimberly and Billy would have heard him over her shouts.  His
body sagged with momentary relief, but his cock lost none of its energy. 
Impossibly, Billy had not come yet, and Kimberly wouldn't stop until he
had.

   ***

   "Sorry," Kimberly panted as she collapsed onto Billy's chest.  Her body
glistened with sweat, and her muscles were still spasming from the force of
her climax.  "I . . .  didn't mean to lose it like that."

   "Don't apologize.  That was awesome!"

   "If it was so great, why are you still hard?"

   "I'm still pretty wasted from your blow job.  I'm not used to
ejaculating more than once a session." Kim burst out laughing.  "What's so
funny?"

   "I'm sorry, Billy; it's just that I have a hard time picturing you
sitting around with a `Playboy' or `Penthouse' and masturbating."

   "Did you really think I only read scientific journals?"

   "Let's just say I've never given your possible masturbatory practices
much thought," Kim replied with a grin.  "For that matter, I've never
considered Tommy's either."

   "You masturbate, don't you?" Kimberly blushed but didn't answer. 
Instead, she changed the topic.

   "Why are we discussing this when I still have a hard cock in me?  I
think the poor fella is in need of some relief."

   "Why don't we change position, and . . . ." The words were scarcely out
of Billy's mouth when Kimberly locked her legs underneath him and rolled
the two of them over, putting Billy on top without dislodging him.

   "You're fantastic," he murmured appreciatively.

   "Go for it, Billy.  Come on and fuck me," she invited.  She kept her
muscular legs wrapped tightly around Billy's waist as he began thrusting in
and out of her soaking wet pussy.  As he pumped her, Kimberly's fingers and
mouth began stimulating the rest of his body.  She licked at his ear lobes
and nibbled on his neck.  When that didn't produce the desired reaction,
Kimberly began playing with his nipples.  That did the trick; Billy almost
couldn't keep his rhythm for the urge to wriggle.  Her hands abandoned his
chest and reached around to grab his ass.  She caught a double handful of
buttocks and helped thrust his hips forward.  After a little of that, she
reached down to play with his balls.

   "A little more," she cooed, whispering the words directly into his ears.
"It feels so good, doesn't it.  So tight.  So hot.  So wet.  It feels
wonderful to have your cock ramming in and out of my hungry pussy.  You
want to come, don't you?  You want to shoot your load as deep inside me as
you can, don't you."

   "Uh huh," Billy grunted, incapable of a more articulate response.

   "I want to watch you come; I want to see you shoot your come all over my
tits," she entreated.  "I know you can do it, Billy.  Just listen to my
voice, and do as I say.  You're so very, very close, aren't you.  Your
muscles are tensing.  So are your balls.  The come is rising in your cock
like lava in the shaft of a volcano.  It's almost there . . .  almost . . .
now, Billy, pull out now!"

   With a shout of his own, Billy pulled out, and Kimberly's hand grabbed
his come-slick rod.  Billy sprayed semen all over Kimberly's breasts and
abdomen.  Her hand pumped every last drop from his exhausted penis. 
Completely spent, Billy flopped onto the bed next to her.

   -----

   CHAPTER VII

   "So, did you enjoy yourself?" Kimberly queried, rolling onto her side to
study Billy.

   "Magnificent," he sighed, a dazed expression on his face.  "This
surpassed my wildest expectations.  I probably should have thought to use a
condom, though."

   "Me too.  I have a couple in my purse."

   "How about you?  Did you enjoy yourself?"

   "Mm," she murmured noncommittally.  She laid back and closed her eyes.
She absently traced circles in the jism on her chest.

   "Thank you," Billy said as he leaned over and kissed her gently.  It was
the first time that he had initiated the kiss.  Kimberly opened her eyes
and smiled at him tiredly.  "We should probably get cleaned up," he
suggested.  "Do you want to use the shower first?"

   "You go ahead.  I don't think I can move yet."

   Billy rolled off the bed, but when he tried to stand, he fell over.  He
felt lightheaded, almost giddy.  He glanced back at Kimberly and smiled
sheepishly.  Amusement gleamed in her eyes.  Billy was able to remain
standing after the second attempt, but he still had to hold onto the
furniture to cross the room.

   "So beautiful," he whispered as he paused to look at her before ducking
into the bathroom.

   Billy ran the water for his shower then stepped into his own room to
retrieve his robe.  Feeling in need of a drink, Billy emerged from his room
and discovered Tommy in the hallway.  While Billy hadn't expected to find
him there, he certainly wasn't all that surprised.  In fact, he wondered if
Tommy's presence was part of Kimberly's plan.  Billy recognized Tommy's
excited state--from his flushed cheeks and sweat streaked face to his rapid
breathing--as having been caused by observing his and Kimberly's sexual
encounter.  Tommy's eyes were closed at the moment, so Billy went up and
put a hand on his shoulder.  Tommy was startled to have been discovered. 
Bidding Tommy to be silent, Billy motioned for him to follow.  The two
retreated to the cabin's kitchenette.

   "How long had you been out in the hall?" Billy wondered as he handed
Tommy a can of soda.

   "I got here about the time you took Kimberly her purse," Tommy answered,
feeling self-conscious at having been caught.

   "Does Kimberly know you're here?"

   "No, I told her I wasn't coming up until later.  I certainly didn't
expect to find her here; I thought she'd still be busy decorating the hall.
I didn't mean to spy on you guys; part of me kept telling myself to leave
you two alone, but when Kimberly stepped out in that teddy I just couldn't
. . .  "

   "A situation and feeling I can identify with whole heartedly," Billy
assured him.

   "You guys were really good together, and Kimberly . . .  wow!  That was
pretty amazing."

   "Yet you look troubled.  What's wrong?"

   "I'm wondering if I did the right thing in encouraging her," Tommy
confessed.  "When Kim first told me about dreaming of sleeping with you, I
thought it was due to hyperactive hormones.  She can get really kinky when
her motor's revved.  I remember what you had told me about how hot she had
made you, and I have to admit, the thought of Kim making love to you really
charged my batteries.  Billy, I had no idea that there was something
seriously bugging her.  Seeing her look so thoughtful and serious when you
were finished . . .  that isn't like her.  I don't know, I guess I feel as
if I forced her into something she really didn't want to do."

   "You didn't force her into doing anything.  It was her decision to
pursue this; you only freed her conscience from the burden of worrying
about your reaction.  Kimberly wouldn't have come here this afternoon if
she hadn't wanted to, and I did offer her the opportunity to back out. 
Whatever her reason, Kimberly wanted to make love to me," Billy said, "and
I'm not sorry she did."

   "I suppose you're right, but would you mind if I checked up on Kimberly
while you finish your shower?" Tommy queried.

   "Sure, I . . .  shower?  Ohmigosh!  I left the water running!"

   Billy hurried down the hall while Tommy retrieved two items from his
bag: a bottle of oil and the rose he had planned on giving Kim that
evening. When he returned to the bedroom, he peeked in cautiously.  The
mirror showed Kimberly laying on her stomach, looking for all the world
like she was asleep.  Tommy pushed the door open quietly.  Kim didn't move.
He crawled onto the bed next to her and gently stroked her back with the
rosebud.

   "How does that feel, Beautiful?" he asked, following the curve of her
spine to her bottom with the flower.

   "Mm," she sighed contentedly.  However, she broke off in mid-exhalation.
"Tommy?  What are you doing here?" Her words were tinged with uncertainty;
she rolled onto her side but did not meet his eyes.  Her cheeks were
scarlet.

   "I had a change of plans."

   "Did you see . . .  ?"

   "Everything.  What's wrong?  I thought this was something you wanted to
do?"

   "So did I, but now . . .  I feel sort of guilty."

   "Why?  It's not like you were going behind my back.  You told me you
were going to make a play for Billy this weekend."

   "I know, but . . . ."

   "Do you feel like you did something wrong?"

   "Sort of.  Actually, it's more like I did it for the wrong reasons; I
feel like I played a dirty trick on Billy."

   "He doesn't feel that way."

   "He knows you were watching?"

   "He found me in the hallway."

   "Oh, geezus!"

   "Hey, it's all right.  He enjoyed himself.  I know I enjoyed myself. 
Did you enjoy yourself?  You certainly looked like it."

   "I suppose so.  While Billy and I were going at it, I was having a ball.
I was so horny I couldn't have cared less whose cock I was riding." Tommy
grinned at her unexpected candor.  "I didn't start having doubts until we
were finished.  That's when I started asking myself if I had done the right
thing."

   "So, how did it feel to make love to Billy?"

   "I was kind of neat and kind of strange," Kimberly said thoughtfully. 
"Every time he'd touch me, I'd be thinking of how you'd do the same thing
to me or that you'd do it differently.  I really liked being able to take
his whole cock in my mouth."

   "I liked it too," Tommy confessed.  "You looked so pleased with yourself
when you did it.  Do you think you found what you were looking for--those
little things you were missing?"

   "Yes, but not like I expected.  I mean, so what if I can't remember how
I felt the very first time we did this or that?  That wasn't really me at
the time anyway.  I can remember what I felt after I snapped out of the
spell.  Not all those memories are pleasant, but there are good ones mixed
in with the bad."

   "If you found some peace of mind, then I'd say you did the right thing
and for the right reasons.  Neither Billy nor I want you to have any
regrets about what you two did.  Like you said, something special--just
once, just between friends." Tommy took the rose and trailed it down her
body then handed it to her.  When he pulled her into his arms to hug her,
she yawned.

   "Sorry, but I'm beat," Kimberly murmured.

   "Considering how hard you went at it, I'm not surprised.  Here, lay
down."

   "What do you have in mind?"

   "I thought you might like a massage . . .  "

   "Yum!"

   ". . .  and a hair brushing."

   "You sure know how to spoil me rotten," she sighed, settling into the
rumpled covers.

   "Where's your brush?"

   "In the bathroom."

   Tommy was about to get up when Billy opened the door and tossed it to
him.  They traded knowing grins before Billy retreated.

   Straddling Kimberly's bottom, Tommy started with her hair, pulling out
the remainder of the bobby pins and giving her a deep scalp massage.  Then
he applied the brush, using long, slow strokes.  He was barely into the
grooming when Kimberly purred contentedly and gave her ass an enticing
wiggle.  It was with great difficulty and great restraint that Tommy
finished combing out her hair.  He ran his fingers through her locks once
they were tangle free.  The longer he played with her hair, the more
tension he felt easing from her muscles.

   When he was finished with her hair, he took up the bottle of massage oil
and let the liquid trickle slowly onto her back.  It was the kind that
warmed on contact.  He took his time kneading the lubricant into her skin,
his fingers caressing every inch of her back, shoulders, and arms.  When
her upper back gleamed, he slid off her bottom and ran his tongue between
her smooth cheeks before dribbling the oil down the crack of her ass.

   "Ooh, yes," she groaned as his fingers worked their magic on her behind.
Kimberly found herself melting under Tommy's touch until the only sensation
she was aware of was the flutter of his satin-like caresses brushing her
skin.

   Tommy lingered a while longer over her ass, drizzling more oil on her
and rubbing it deeper into her crack and lower between her legs.  With a
wistful sigh, he abandoned her buttocks and started on her legs.  He licked
the backs of her knees and her inner thighs before smearing oil on them. 
He rubbed his way down to the soles of her feet.

   "We have achieved Jello-ness," Kimberly murmured drowsily.

   "So soon?  I still have another side to do," Tommy teased, sucking her
big toe into his mouth.

   "Tommy!" she squealed with an immediate wriggle as a jolt of adrenaline
raced up her body.  Encouraged by her response, Tommy proceeded to bathe
each of her toes with his tongue.  By the time he had tasted all ten
digits, Kimberly had practically squirmed her way across the bed.  When
Tommy touched her to roll her over, she all but growled at him.

   "Glad you liked it," he said impishly.  Kimberly gave him a playful
scowl, which he ignored.  He set about ministering to the front half of
her. He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally, softly,
her mouth.  She emitted a tiny whimper when he didn't linger over her lips,
but her whimper turned into a full-bodied moan as his tongue slowly
caressed the right side of her neck.  He licked his way down to the hollow
of her throat and up the left side.  He then nibbled his way down to her
collarbone and lower, stopping short of her breasts.  Kimberly's brown eyes
widened pleadingly; Tommy's response was to hold up the bottle of oil and
slowly pour a measure into his palm.  He started over with her shoulders
and arms, ignoring how her body sought to maneuver his hands elsewhere.

   "Settle down.  I know what I'm doing," he assured her.  Kimberly wasn't
exactly satisfied with his answer, but she did her best to comply.  With
exaggerated patience, Tommy massaged her arms.  He nipped at her finger
tips and drew his tongue across her palm.  He noticed that her eyebrows
shot up with surprise, so he licked her palm again.  She moaned
beseechingly, and Tommy slowly continued down to her wrist.  Kimberly's
whole body quivered with excitement.  He tongued her wrist, finding the
tendon at the base of her palm to be the most sensitive spot.  "What are
you doing to me?" she gasped as her squirming intensified.

   "Obviously, I'm making you feel good." As much as he was enjoying her
writhing, Tommy ceased licking her wrist, only to transfer his attention to
her right arm.  Her right wrist was even more sensitive than her left.

   "Geez, that feels so good!" she moaned breathlessly.

   Tommy slid his oily hands up her sides to her breasts.  His thumbs
brushed her nipples lightly, sending Kim into a new paroxysm of writhing.
He slowly massaged her mounds but was careful not to touch her nipples a
second time.

   "Tommy, please!" she begged, her back arching with her desire to be
touched.  Tommy obliged by giving her nipples a teasing lick, much to
Kimberly's frustration.  He ignored her supplicating moans--not an easy
task--and continued with his massage.  He poured oil onto her stomach and
smoothed it into her skin.  He spread the lubricant down her hips to the
edge of her curly bush, which he avoided completely.  He leisurely worked
his way down her legs, lingering over her sensitive inner thighs and
indulging himself in caressing her shapely calves.  With his rubdown
complete, Tommy sat back to survey his handiwork.

   Kimberly was a picture of contentment.  She was stretched out on the bed
with her arms up above her head and her right knee canted just so.  Her
body fairly glowed, glistening with the oil.  She smiled with inviting
warmth and peered up at him through sleepy, heavy lidded eyes.

   "Billy was right; you are incredibly beautiful and incredibly sexy,"
Tommy whispered heavily.  Kimberly opened her mouth the reply, but Tommy
put a finger to her lips.  "Sh, you just lay back and enjoy."

   Tommy pulled off his tank top and removed his ponytail holder.  He lay
down beside Kimberly and gently drew his finger up the length of her body.
He spent several moments simply gazing into her eyes and stroking her hair.
When he kissed her, it was with such exquisite tenderness that he felt the
shudder which rippled through her body.  He glimpsed the sparkle that lit
Kimberly's eyes.  He raised up slightly, leaned over her, and shook his
hair down until it tickled Kimberly's face.  He kissed her mouth a second
time then placed a trail of tiny kisses down her throat and chest.  His
mouth sought out her right breast, and he covered it with gentle licks and
kisses before drawing the nipple into his mouth.

   Kimberly's sigh was music to his ears as he patiently explored with his
tongue the contrast of her rock hard nipple and oh-so-soft mound.  He
nibbled and suckled until Kimberly's sighs became needy whimpers and her
body began to move under the light touch of his hands.  When he was
satisfied that he had tasted all the sweetness that one breast would give
up, he released it, gently blowing the nipple dry, and then he repeated the
same languid process with the left one.  Kimberly's whimpers swelled into
soft moans, and her body moved with more insistent need.

   Tommy felt her muscles becoming taut.  He heard her heart pounding with
a stronger beat.  His hands wandered lower as his mouth continued to excite
her breasts.  He barely touched her brown curls and could feel her heat and
wetness.  She was poised on the brink.  Her hips thrust against his hand in
search of something that would send her crashing headlong into an explosive
orgasm.  Slowly, Tommy slid a finger between the folds of her labia, and he
gently touched her aching clitoris.

   Kimberly's body responded immediately; his slight caress sent her
convulsing with a powerful climax.  Tommy ceased his nuzzling and sat back
to watch Kimberly writhe on the bed as he continued to stroke her swollen
bud.  Kim's body rocked with her orgasm for several moments, her cries of
delight and expression of immense enjoyment filled Tommy with an
intoxicating warmth.  He never tired of watching her.  When he noticed that
the wave of pleasure was beginning to subside, he swung around so that he
could cradle Kimberly's head in his lap.  He stroked her hair and her face
as the last tremors of her orgasm ebbed away.

   "Did you enjoy that?" he queried, smiling down at her.

   "Mm hm."

   "Would you like more?"

   "Mm hm!"

   "Show me what you'd like me to do."

   This was one of Tommy's favorite games.  He loved watching Kimberly play
with herself and masturbate; usually she was too self-conscious to do it
for him, so he would talk her through it, pitching his voice soft and deep
almost as if to mesmerize her.  It was a tone she loved; she once told him
that it reminded her of hot chocolate and a soft, warm blanket--not an
erotic image, but one of comfort and security.

   "Where would you like me to start?  With your hair?  Show me," he
directed.  With movements like a sleepwalker's, Kimberly began running her
hands slowly through her hair.  She caressed her face and neck.  Her finger
tips traced the outline of her lip, and then she sucked a finger into her
mouth.

   "You want me to suck on your fingers?  All right.  What would you like
me to do after that?"

   Kimberly inched her finger down her opposing palm, wrist and forearm. 
She smoothed both hands over her upper chest and slid them down to her
breasts where she began fondling and kneading her mounds and toying with
her nipples.  She lightly swirled her taut nipples on the palms of her
hands.  She shivered and wiggled minutely as her body quickened at her own
touch.  Kimberly lingered a long while over her breasts before caressing
her stomach and gliding her hands over her hips.  She twirled her fingers
in her pubic hair, but didn't venture further between her legs.

   "Would you like me to play with your pussy?  Is there something special
you'd like me to do?"

   Kimberly tentatively inched her fingers down to her sex but did nothing
else.  Tommy was never really certain if she was reluctant to play with her
pussy or if she was just furthering the scenario, but invariably, Kimberly
needed a little extra coaxing before she'd masturbate for him.

   "Don't be shy.  You can show me," he encouraged her as he bent over to
kiss her forehead.  He slid his hand down her body until it covered the
hand she had on her mound.  "You have a beautiful pussy, and I'd like to
make it--and you--feel good, but you have to show me what you want me to
do." Tommy released her hand, and Kimberly began rubbing a finger up and
down her slit, then she concentrated on stimulating her clitoris.

   "That's better," he murmured reassuringly in response to her soft moans.
He reached for one of her breasts, lightly stroking the nipple.  Kimberly
fingered her clit harder and faster.  While she was intent on pleasuring
herself, Tommy looked about the room in search of Kimberly's bag.  He
couldn't see it, but he spied Billy standing in the doorway of the
bathroom. Tommy had expected as much.  Billy reclined in the doorway
wearing only a towel and was looking very flushed and aroused.  Tommy
grinned.  Billy shot him an inquisitive expression, and Tommy nodded his
head at Kimberly, mouthing the word "purse." Billy ducked into the bathroom
and returned with Kim's bag.  He crept out, set it on the bed next to
Tommy, and retreated to the bathroom to continue observing--for the first
time without a trace of guilt.

   Tommy slipped his free hand into the bag, hoping that Kimberly had
brought her recent acquisition.  There it was, on the bottom--cold, hard,
and smooth: a vibrator.  He also found the packages of condoms and pulled
them out as well.

   Kimberly was really warming to her hand; she had practically wiggled
herself off his lap.  Her gasps and sighs were much louder, and she had
begun finger fucking herself.  She furiously worked two fingers in and out
of her pussy.  Tommy grinned wickedly.  He was aching to see Kimberly use
the vibrator on herself, and he was hoping that she was too close to
another climax to care what he asked of her.

   "Your fingers are so nice and juicy; they look good enough to eat."
Kimberly responded to his hint by offering him her fingers.  He sucked them
both into his mouth and licked them clean.  "Mm, you taste good.  I can
hardly wait.  Do you want me to fuck you?" Kimberly nodded
enthusiastically. Tommy wrapped Kimberly's hand around the slender, golden
rod and switched it on.  She didn't open her eyes, but her eyebrows shot up
as high as they could.

   "Pretend this is my cock," Tommy directed her.  "Show me how you want me
to fuck you." Tommy thought he was going to have to guide the sex toy into
her cunt, but to his delight and surprise, Kimberly needed no prompting.

   "Ooh," she moaned as she ran the pulsating metal shaft along her slit
before sliding it into her vagina.  She eased it in slowly and stroked
herself gently, but Tommy could tell she was holding back.  He could feel
the tremors in her legs and the aborted thrusts of her hips; she was
attempting to fuck herself as slowly as he would, and he appreciated her
efforts.  Watching the vibrator slip in and out of her pussy had his pulse
racing.  It was almost as exciting as seeing Billy's cock plunge in and out
of her.

   "Very nice.  Good girl.  Now, how would you ride my cock?" Kimberly
began pumping hard and fast.  Her moans were a cross between squeals of
ecstasy and whimpers of frustration; she just wasn't being transported to
the brink of orgasm fast enough.  She pulled the vibrator out and applied
it directly to her clit.  That sent her over the edge so hard she had tears
in her eyes.

   "Oh man, Kim," Tommy groaned, nearly surrendering his restraint. 
Instead, he kissed her and tried to settle himself down; he still had
things he wanted to do to her before coming.

   "That was awesome." When she tried to respond, he silenced her with
another kiss.  Tommy stripped off the remainder of his clothing then lay
down between Kimberly's legs.  She opened her eyes briefly then melted back
into the covers, emitting an anticipatory moan of delight.

   Tommy slid his tongue slowly up her slit, and Kimberly nearly leaped off
the bed.  She was hotter than he could ever remember, and there was so much
liquid oozing out of her . . .  he darted his tongue into her pussy,
drinking the water directly from the well.  There was something new in her
sweet/tart juice, and Tommy lapped it up eagerly, but for all his efforts,
he was unable to identify the new taste.  Reluctantly, he abandoned his
efforts there to concentrate on sending Kimberly off into another orgasmic
frenzy.  He flicked his tongue across her clit then he titillated her in
ernest, swirling his tongue over and around her mound with deliberate
lassitude.

   "Tommy . . . ." Kimberly said pleadingly, unable to keep silent any
longer.  She found his tongue jobs both exquisite and maddening.  His mouth
on her pussy was absolutely delicious; it felt so incredible good, but no
matter how hard she rode his face, he wouldn't move his tongue any faster.
He licked her at the same relentlessly languid pace until her body was
quivering on the brink, but then . . . .

   After Kimberly had had so many orgasms (two with Billy and already two
with him), Tommy expected her to take longer to reach the peak again, but
he detected the telltale signs that she was rapidly building to another
explosion.  It was difficult to keep from increasing his tempo to match the
thrust of her hips, but he kept his movements slow and steady.

   "Oh god, Tommy, I . . .  I . . . ."

   Kimberly's voice trailed off into an ecstatic gasp.  Tommy bathed her
clit one last time to send her over the edge.  Then, as quickly and
smoothly as he could, he buried his cock deep inside her pussy.

   "I love it when you do that," Kimberly growled when she was able to find
her voice.  She continued rocking herself on his cock until the last of her
orgasm began to subside.

   "I love doing it.  Man, it's absolutely incredible to feel your pussy
squeezing my cock and to feel you coming all over me." Tommy reached over
to collect one of the condoms he had extracted from her purse and was on
the verge of pulling out when Kimberly stopped him.  He eyed her
quizzically.

   "I want to feel you come inside me," she said.

   "Are you sure?  What about . . .  ?"

   "Don't worry.  I came prepared," she assured him.

   "All right, if you're sure . . . ."

   Tommy began pumping her with the same deliberate slowness he had
exercised with his tongue.  Kimberly smiled up at him and reached for his
hair.  Her fingers were quickly lost in the thick brown strands.

   "Easy now," Tommy said.  "I want us to come together."

   "I don't know if I have any left.  I haven't had so many orgasms in one
afternoon since I was under Zedd's spell."

   "Oh, I'm sure you have something left; you'll see." Tommy slid his arms
around Kimberly's body and pulled her closer as he thrust his hips against
hers.  Kimberly began nibbling on his ear lobes and licking his neck, which
elicited a deep sigh from Tommy.  She held onto him with one hand and
continued to play with his hair with the other.  Tommy returned the favor,
his hand and mouth traversing Kimberly's body.  Their bodies rocked
together, the pace quickening as they both drew closer to orgasm.  As they
moved with each other, both became aware of their minds opening, their link
reestablished.  Tommy had hoped that might happen; the one time they had
come together inside each other's head had been too awesome for words.  He
felt himself poised on the edge of his climax, but Kimberly wasn't quite
there yet, so Tommy reached down between their bodies to finger her clit.
That provided the extra push she needed.  They came.  Together.  Tommy
smothered Kimberly's shout with his mouth, his own exclamation lost in the
soft caress of their tongues and their minds were awash with each other's
pleasure.  They were still kissing long after their bodies had stopped
trembling and they had collapsed into an exhausted heap on the bed, their
bodies still intertwined.

   "I love you," Kimberly purred as she nuzzled her cheek against Tommy's
chest, Tommy kissed the top of her head then glanced up at the bathroom
doorway.  Billy was applauding silently.  His face was flushed and streaked
with moisture, and his towel concealed a noticeable distention.

   "How was that?" Tommy asked.

   "Wonderful," Kimberly replied sleepily.

   "I think I may have a little left in me.  Do you have the energy to give
me a blow job?"

   "I thought you'd never ask!" Kimberly smiled wickedly then swung herself
up onto Tommy and reversed herself so that her pussy hovered directly over
his mouth.  Tommy needed no prompting and buried his face in the wet snatch
before him as Kimberly gave his semi-erect cock a few experimental licks.

   "Hey, am I imagining things or do I taste differently?" Kimberly
queried, pausing in her cleaning of Tommy's cock.

   "I didn't think you'd notice something like that," Tommy groaned.

   "I've licked my fingers and cleaned your cock often enough to know what
I taste like." Tommy moaned helplessly.  Kimberly swallowed all of Tommy's
still soft cock in a rapid gulp--she wouldn't be able to do that when he
was fully erect.  The sudden maneuver made his body collapse limply on the
covers, and he had to give up munching on her pussy.  Kimberly didn't seem
to mind; she continued to devour his rod with abandon.  She was beginning
to detect new life in his organ when Tommy pulled her off.

   "Would you do me a favor?" he asked softly.  He was almost nervous about
making this request.  "Would you suck my cock while Billy fucked you from
behind?"

   "Would you really like that--a threesome?"

   "That'd just about blow my mind."

   "I've sort of wondered what it'd be like to have the two of you at one
time--like in my dream," she admitted hesitantly.  "Do you think Billy
would go for it?"

   "All we can do is ask."

   Kimberly shot Billy a surreptitious sideways glance.

   "Poor Billy, he does look awfully hard," she murmured impishly.  "You
get comfy; I'll get Billy." Kimberly crawled out of bed and stretched. 
"Geez, Tommy, you spent so much time between my legs I'm going to be
bowlegged.  How am I supposed to dance at the prom tonight?" Kimberly
walked across the room towards Billy; his mind must have been elsewhere
because he didn't react as she approached.

   "Hey, Billy, what'd you think?" she asked innocently.

   "A virtuoso performance," he sighed absently.  Then he realized who he
was talking to and blushed.

   "Care for an encore?" Kimberly ruffled her fingers mischievously through
his hair.  Against Billy's lips she whispered, "Please say yes."

   "With such an invitation, how can I refuse," he responded.

   "You won't be needing this," Kimberly said as she pulled the towel from
his hips.  She took Billy by the hand and led him to the foot of the bed.
She dropped to her knees and swallowed his cock, giving him several long,
slow sucks.  Then she crawled onto the bed, positioned herself between
Tommy's legs and thrust her bottom towards Billy.

   "All right, Billy, if you'll slide in from behind . . . ." Kimberly
backed up and helped Billy ease his achingly purple cock into her pussy. 
From behind, he was able to penetrate deeper than he had when he fucked her
earlier.  Kimberly knelt up and directed Billy's hands to her breasts as
she arched her back so she could nibble the side of his neck.  Tommy
whimpered in helpless delight as he watched them.  Billy began thrusting
his hips against Kimberly's ass.

   "Easy does it, or you'll come too soon," she chided him.  "Let me get a
steady rhythm going on Tommy's cock, and then you try to match it."

   Kimberly pumped Tommy's shaft, bringing it up to full stand.  She
swirled her tongue over the head and leisurely licked his rod like an ice
cream cone.  She lightly ran her fingers over his balls, seeking out one
particular sensitive spot, then she wrapped her lips around one ball and
hummed.  Tommy's body went rigid as pleasure shot through his body. 
Smiling even though her mouth was full, Kimberly sucked the second one in
her mouth and hummed a different tune, leaving Tommy shivering with
delight. He moaned in disappointment as she removed her mouth from his
balls, but she quickly slid it down over his cock.  Kimberly hollowed out
her cheeks, being careful not to touch him with teeth or tongue, then she
began to bob her head as she played "Black and Blue" in her mind.  As she
had hoped, Tommy recognized the song from the pace of her strokes.  She
could sense the jump in his heart rate and feel his excitement in her mind
as he tossed his head from side to side.

   Once Kimberly had a stead motion going with her head, she began
thrusting herself back onto Billy's cock, and Billy did an admirable job of
matching her pace.  He was meeting her backwards thrusts with a forward
thrust of his own.  He also did an excellent job of keeping to her tempo
and not rushing things.  Kimberly could scarcely keep her mind on the song;
her body kept interrupting with the pleasure it was experiencing.  She
never dreamed having two cocks at once could feel so good--or perhaps it
was more having Billy fucking her in front of Tommy that was driving her so
wild.  The last of her exhaustion had long since fled.  She found herself
moaning around Tommy's cock; Billy had reached around her hips and was
fingering her clit.  Impossibly, she was ready to come again.  She let
Tommy's cock slip out of her mouth as she concentrated on her body's cries
for release.  Even so, she kept working Tommy's shaft with her hand as she
worked herself harder and faster on Billy's cock.

   "Harder, Billy," she groaned.  Tommy's cock was all but forgotten as her
climax neared.  Billy increased his strokes until Kimberly could hear his
hips slapping her ass.  Billy's fingers continued to play with her clit,
but suddenly, she felt Tommy's hands at her breasts, playing with her
nipples.  That sent her over the edge; she came with a shriek, tossing her
head from side to side.  Her vaginal muscles clamped down hard on Billy's
cock as her hand clamped down hard on Tommy's.  Billy's orgasm hit moments
after hers, and Tommy followed shortly thereafter.  Billy shot his load
inside her, and Tommy squirted jism all over Kim's face and hand.  Pearly
liquid oozed down his cock.  Billy pulled out and collapsed onto the bed.
Kimberly lovingly stroked her face with Tommy's cock and lapped up his
come.

   "Amazing," Billy murmured.

   "Awesome," Tommy echoed.

   "Don't tell me you guys are fucked out," Kimberly pouted.  "You have to
change places."

   "I have had nearly as many orgasms in the last hour or so as I have had
all week," Billy said.

   "You've only come twice," Kimberly said, nudging Tommy.

   "Actually, three.  I came once in the hall while I watched you and Billy
earlier."

   "You've got to have at least one more fuck in you," Kimberly insisted,
"and I know exactly how to find it." She scrambled around the covers until
she located the vibrator.  She indicated to Billy to sit down next to
Tommy. When the pair were settled before her, she fixed them with her
wickedest grin and her best fuck-me gaze, then she slowly licked her juices
from the golden metal.

   "Damn," Tommy gulped in surprise as Kimberly made love to the sex toy
with her mouth.  He never imagined he would ever see Kimberly perform as
she was now.  This was going beyond "Power Slut" antics.

   "You--uh--weren't kidding when you said Kimberly becomes lascivious when
highly aroused," Billy murmured, his mouth dry.

   Kimberly took the vibrator from her mouth and caressed her face with the
smooth tip.  Then, she turned it on and ran the throbbing wand down her
neck and arms, starting a full body massage.  She circled her breasts with
the pulsating metal; she gathered her mounds together and fucked them with
the gleaming rod.  Lust gleamed in her eyes as she massaged her nipples
with the device.  She continued playing with her breasts until she saw
Tommy's cock twitch with signs of life.  She rolled the vibrator over her
stomach and down her body, but she stopped short of sliding it between her
legs.

   Kimberly slipped a finger into her sopping wet pussy; when she pulled it
out, it was covered with spunky ooze.  With it she coated her lips.  She
then slithered up Tommy's body and kissed him, letting him taste the
mixture of her's and Billy's come.  She repeated the performance for Billy.
Then she sat back and spread her legs wide, giving the boys a clear view of
her pussy in all its pink glory.  It was the vibrator's turn to vanish into
her still steaming snatch.  With one hand she fucked herself with the
vibrator, and with the other she played with her clit.  Her performance
drew hungry moans from her audience.

   Kimberly suddenly shifted positions, turning her back to the boys.  She
continued to pump the vibrator in and out of her pussy; she bent over so
they could see better.  Next she ran the trembling toy up and down the
crack of her ass.  That provoked a deep groan from Tommy, and Kimberly's
eyes lit up.  Tommy enjoyed stroking her bottom and having his ass caressed
in return.  Kimberly knew where she wanted to explore with the vibrator
next.

   She applied her little toy to the soles of Tommy's feet.  She watched as
his eyebrows climbed as she rolled it up the inside of his leg.  Tommy
tried to squirm away as the vibrator tickled his inner thighs, and he
nearly jumped off the bed when she gently touched his balls with the smooth
tip.  Tommy was squirming in complete ecstasy.  Billy observed Tommy's
reactions with interest, recalling what he had been told about a previous
encounter with a vibrator.

   "Don't worry, Billy; you'll get to find out what it's all about soon
enough," she assured him with an evil grin.  Billy swallowed hard.

   Kimberly massaged Tommy's slowly reviving cock with the vibrator.  She
had scarcely begun when she trailed the device down to his balls and
continued down until the metal shaft rested between his ass and the bed.

   "Kim, w-what are you doing?" Tommy gasped with a mixture of excitement
and nervousness.  It was a tone Kimberly had never heard him use before.

   "It felt so good on me, I thought you might like to have your bottom
massaged."

   Kimberly placed the tip of the vibrator on Tommy's perianal area, and he
went wild, bucking and squirming so hard that she almost couldn't hold the
vibrator in place.

   "Stop it . . .  oh God, Kim, stop it!" Tommy pleaded.

   Kimberly couldn't make up her mind whether he was laughing or crying. 
Suddenly concerned, she switched off the vibrator.

   "Are you all right?" Tommy didn't answer; he just lay there panting. 
"Tommy?"

   He sat up unexpectedly and kissed her hard.  "That felt so good I
couldn't stand it," he gasped.  "I had forgotten how sensitive my ass . . .
." His words faltered when he recalled Billy was in bed with them, which
was absurd since Billy already knew about the other incident.

   There was still just enough of their connection active that Kimberly
picked up on his discomfort.  She understood.  "How about it, Billy?  Shall
we see just how sensitive your ass it?" she teased, touching the tip of the
vibrator to his calf.

   "I'm not quite certain I'm ready to explore that particular avenue of
erotic stimulation," Billy demured.

   "Are you sure?  I managed to get a rise out of Tommy's tired cock with
this thing."

   "If your expert mouth cannot provide sufficient stimulus to revive me,
then nothing could."

   "Well, ready or not, here I come.  I'm really hungry for some cock--at
both ends," Kim declared with a wicked giggle.  She leaned over and
engulfed Billy's cock with her mouth while Tommy sheathed himself to the
hilt in her pussy.  She repeated her performance to "Black and Blue" on
Billy's rod; however, she was well into the second time through the song
when both she and Billy admitted defeat.

   "I'm sorry, Billy."

   "You have nothing to be sorry about; I just have nothing left at the
present, and even if I had the energy, considering how talented your mouth
is, I would not have been able to last very long." Billy tilted her head up
and gave her a kiss.  "Not used to failing to evoke a response?"

   "I'm shooting blanks too," Tommy said, surrendering also.  He collapsed
next to Billy in an exhausted heap.

   "Tommy!" Kimberly moaned in desperation, her pussy still aching with the
need to come.

   "Don't worry, Beautiful; there are plenty of other things Billy and I
can do to get you off."

   "You and Billy?"

   "Just like your dream--if Billy doesn't mind," Tommy said.

   "I should be delighted," Billy agreed.  "This will give me the chance to
inquire about certain of your techniques . . . ."

   "I'm not going to be a lab rat!" Kimberly protested.

   "If you want to come, you will lay back and let us have our way with
you," Tommy scolded her gently.  Kimberly stuck her tongue out at him, and
he swooped in close to suck it into his mouth.  Kimberly flopped back on
the bed with a contented sigh and prepared herself to be a guinea pig.

   They started with her arms, each one licking a wrist.  Kimberly had not
expected it to feel so good to have both their mouths on her at the same
time.  Tommy and Billy played with her hair, nibbled on her ears and neck.
They took turns kissing her lips and exploring her mouth with their
tongues. Her sigh of contentment was woefully inadequate to express how she
felt when their mouths closed over each of her breasts.  While their mouths
were engaged, their hands roamed everywhere--massaging, tickling,
titillating.  Both men stroked her throbbing pussy, and she squealed with
delight as each one pumped a finger into her snatch as they continued to
suckle her breasts.  The last thing Kimberly remembered before sweet
oblivion claimed her was Billy and Tommy taking turns tonguing her clit.

   -----

   CHAPTER VIII

   Kimberly woke up exhausted, sore, and glowing with satisfaction.  She
felt hands on her body; one was Tommy's and the other was Billy's.  When
she opened her eyes, she looked up into Tommy's face; she spent several
minutes studying him, admiring his long lashes, remembering how wonderful
his mouth felt on her body.  As she lay gazing at Tommy, Kimberly felt
Billy's breath in her hair, and the enormity of what the three of them had
done settled on her.  She found herself wondering how she'd be able to face
Billy the following day when everything was back to normal, but she did not
feel as if she had any regrets.

   Quietly and carefully she wriggled out of the dual embrace so as not to
disturb her partners.  She stood and stretched and wished at least one of
the guys was awake to appreciate the view.  She also wished she had thought
to bring a robe or something.  It was getting dark outside, and it was
chilly in the air conditioned room.  She tiptoed about and rummaged through
the pile of Tommy's clothes in search of his watch.  It was later than she
thought; they'd have to hurry if they wanted to make their dinner
reservations.  She decided to let the boys sleep while she got into the
tub.

   A quick shower was all she intended on taking; however, when she saw
that the tub had whirlpool jets, she couldn't help but indulge.  Nice hot
water to soak away her tension . . .  the jet spray pounding against her
aching muscles . . .  all she needed was a little bubble bath--and Tommy to
wash her back.  She started filling the tub and cast a longing glance
towards the bedroom.  She slipped into the tub with a sigh of contentment,
and almost unconsciously she found herself positioning herself so that the
running water splashed directly on her pussy.

   When Billy had asked her about masturbation, she had been too
self-conscious to tell him about her preferred method.  There was something
sinfully delicious about laying back in a tub of hot water and letting the
stream from the faucet do all the work.  A constant stream of warm water
gently pounding on her clit . . .  Kimberly would lay back, close her eyes,
and fantasize about Tommy giving her one of his torturously slow but
absolutely incredible tongue jobs.  She could almost see his head between
her legs, see him gazing up at her with those beautiful hazel/brown eyes of
his.

   "Mm, Tommy," she moaned softly as her hips began to wriggle.  She spread
her legs farther apart, and her hands began caressing her body.  "Yes,
Tommy, make me come, Tommy!"

   ***

   The muffled sound of running water roused Tommy from his slumber.  His
fading dream left a smile on his face, but for a change, reality had been
better than fantasy.  Tommy reached out to cuddle Kimberly closer, but the
arm he touched was definitely not Kimberly's.  Tommy opened one eye and
spied Billy, who was still sound asleep.  Kimberly was nowhere to be seen.

   I know Kimberly was here when I fell asleep, Tommy mused as he sat up.
After he and Billy had finished sharing Kimberly, the three of them must
have fallen asleep.  Tommy couldn't even remember pulling the blanket up
over them.  Tommy attempted to get up but didn't get very far.  He flopped
back onto the bed, feeling lightheaded and sore in every muscle of his
body. He lay there thinking how nice a hot shower would feel when he
realized--again--that there was water running.  This time Tommy forced
himself out of bed.  He paused at the bathroom door and tried the knob; it
wasn't locked, so he peeked in.  As he had figured, Kimberly was soaking in
the tub.  Tommy had an overwhelming urge to join her.  He crept softly out
of the bedroom and went to fetch his abandoned luggage.  He also popped
into Billy's room to get him his robe.  Billy was just waking up when Tommy
returned.  Tommy tossed him the robe.

   "Thank you," Billy said.

   "Did you enjoy yourself?"

   "You have to ask?  This was probably the most phenomenal experience of
my life, but I am glad this was a one time affair.  Kimberly was fantastic,
but I would never be able to keep up with her.  I don't see how you do it."


   "It isn't always like this.  Like you said, this was something special."
Tommy found his watch on the dresser and glanced at the time.  "It's
getting pretty late.  We'd better start getting ready for dinner." Tommy
gathered up his robe and headed for the bathroom.

   "I believe Kimberly is in there," Billy pointed out.

   "I know, but I've always wanted to take a shower with her.  Interested?"


   "Yes, but I think I will pass; if I don't, we will never get out of
here."

   "That'd make for an interesting weekend."

   "It has already been more interesting than I anticipated."

   As Tommy laid his hand on the door knob, the two heard a most enticing
moan echo within.  Tommy and Billy exchanged curious glances, then Tommy
opened the door and peered in.

   "Oh man!" he groaned softly, backing out of the door and closing it
again.  "You've got to see this." Tommy stepped aside to let Billy have a
look.  Kimberly was reclining in the tub with her legs propped up against
the far wall.  Her pussy was directly under the water rushing from the tap,
her hips rocking back and forth urgently.  She was getting off on the
steady stream of water!

   "Please, Tommy," Kimberly moaned, but she wasn't addressing Tommy.  She
was lost in a private fantasy.  "Make me come; please, I want to come!"

   "No wonder she didn't answer my question about masturbating," Billy
murmured.  "If I hadn't seen it, I doubt I would have believed it."

   "I had forgotton about her liking for water," Tommy said with a grin. 
"I watched her get off like this once before--at the grotto by Stranger's
Rock when you sent me back in time to bring her home."

   "I am most definitely going to get dressed before anything else
happens."

   As Billy made his escape, Tommy closed the bathroom door behind him.  He
said nothing, not wanting to disturb Kimberly.  Her climax was close.  She
was trying to stifle her gasps and moans, presumably so as not to disturb
Billy and himself, but she was beginning to thrash about in the tub, her
upper body twisting and writhing while she held her hips under the faucet.

   "Tommy . . . ." she whimpered beseechingly.  Her hands gripped the sides
of the tub, and she bit her lip to soften her cries.  When she came, it
seemed to take her by surprise.  Her back arched sharply; she sat up, and
in spite of her efforts, she let out a lusty cry.  "Yes!  Oh god, yes!"
Just as suddenly as she came, she went limp, panting heavily and revelling
in the afterglow.  The water continued to flow between her parted legs.

   "You are amazing," Tommy said as he applauded her performance.  Kimberly
looked up at him through half closed eyes as Tommy sat down on the side of
the tub.

   "Mm, that felt so good," she purred.

   "Intriguing masturbatory practice," he teased, doing his best to sound
like Billy.

   "If I had the energy, I'd smack you," she grumbled.

   "I was wondering if you'd like to have your back washed."

   "Sounds like fun." Kimberly scooted back to make room for Tommy.  He
helped her to her feet, turned the faucet from tap to spray, and pulled the
shower curtain closed.  In short order, the two were kissing under the
pulsing water.  Tommy grabbed the soap, and working up a full lather, began
soaping up Kimberly's breasts with slow, gentle strokes.  Already
weak-kneed, she all but collapsed against him.

   "By the way, where's Billy?"

   "Getting dressed.  Why?  Do you want him to join us?"

   "Not really.  I think I'd like us to have some time to ourselves."
Kimberly rubbed her soapy tits all over Tommy's chest then used her hands
to lather him up.  His hands were working on her back and her behind. 
Their bodies were so slippery they were having a difficult time holding on
to each other.  Kimberly was giggling as she reached for Tommy's cock. 
"This is fun; why'd it take so long for us to try this?"

   "No privacy," Tommy replied with a lopsided grin.  "You were absolutely
fantastic.  Any regrets?"

   "I don't think so.  You?"

   "I had the time of my life."

   "I only hope Billy feels the same way." Kimberly reached for Tommy's
cock and began sudsing it up.  Tommy groaned and braced himself against the
wall.  "Reloaded and raring to go, I see." She let the water rinse his cock
clean, and she knelt down before him, licking her lips in anticipation.

   "We don't have a lot of time," Tommy reminded her.  He had no intention
of dissuading her, however.

   "I know, but I've always wanted to know what it would be like to make
love in the shower," Kimberly replied as she swallowed his cock deep into
her throat.  She bathed every inch of his organ with her tongue, making
sure to take her time and do a thorough job.  Her hands skimmed the insides
of his thighs and played with his balls; then she caressed his smooth, hard
ass.

   Tommy was beside himself with delight.  The shower spray was relaxing
his body while Kimberly's mouth was stirring him to a fever pitch. 
Suddenly he tore himself away from Kimberly's eager mouth.  A moment or two
longer, and he would have shot his load down her throat.  He backed out of
the shower's spray; without his body to shield her, Kimberly received the
brunt of the watery blast in her face, which wiped the lust-glazed
expression off her features.

   "Your turn," Tommy declared, helping Kimberly to her feet.  He tasted
the sweetness of her mouth and breasts as he slowly licked his way down her
slippery body.  Soon he was crouching on the shower floor with Kimberly's
pussy hovering over his face.  It was indeed her turn to squeal with
delight and seek out the walls for support as Tommy's tongue delved into
her moist, pink slit.

   ***

   In his bedroom, Billy listened to the sounds of his friends' lovemaking
and smiled indulgently.  He briefly considered joining them but changed his
mind.  He was no longer consumed with the urge to make love to Kimberly. 
The afternoon's sport had satiated his desires.  He felt no regret for what
they had shared, but a tiny seed of guilt germinated inside him.  He had
not been totally honest with Kimberly--or with himself.  Curiosity and
hormones were only two of the reasons he had wished to be intimate with
Kimberly.  The other reason was insecurity.  His experience with members of
the opposite sex was woefully inadequate.  None of his previous
relationships had ever achieved a high degree of intimacy.  He had dated
Laura longer than any other girl, but he had never worked up the nerve to
kiss her, let alone anything else.  Part of the reason was his lack of
experience and an irrational fear that he would make a fool out of himself
if he tried anything.  He had turned to Kimberly in search of instruction .
. .  and what an instructor she had turned out to be.

   As Billy started dressing, he wished he would have had the opportunity
to test his newfound confidence and skill with Laura.  He did not think he
would carry matters to their ultimate conclusion on their first attempt,
but he would at least be able to lay the foundation for future encounters.
While he was musing over what would have been, he heard the phone ringing.

   ***

   Upon noticing the tremors rippling through Kim's legs, Tommy stopped
licking.  He stood and lifted Kimberly up.  She threw her arms around his
neck, wrapped her legs around his waist, and lowered herself onto Tommy's
cock.

   "Just like in the park," she cooed.

   "And Billy will be able to hear everything--just like in the park,"
Tommy jibed.

   "He didn't . . .  !"

   "I told you sound carried out there."

   "Oh, shut up and fuck me," Kim growled.

   "With pleasure."

   Kimberly rode Tommy hard and fast, but her water-slick body was
difficult to hold on to.  After a minute or two, Tommy had to switch
positions.  He set Kimberly down and bent her over, ramming his cock hard
and deep into her pussy.  He paused briefly to grab the soap then began
lathering up Kim's body as he fucked her.  The suds trickling down her ass
and between their bodies added to her lubrication and his pleasure. 
Kimberly moaned long and loud as one of his hands soaped up her breasts
while the other lathered her swollen clit.

   "Make me come, Tommy; please--oh please!" she begged as she ground her
ass into him.  She was banging him as furiously as he pumped her.  Kimberly
came first, bucking and writhing so hard Tommy feared she might fall over.
Her cries echoed so loudly about the bathroom that they drowned out his own
as he pulled out and shot his come all over her backside.

   "Now, do you think we're capable of showering in earnest?" he teased
her.

   "Why you . . .  !  Rinse off and let me finish my shower in peace," Kim
commanded.

   "As you wish, milady," Tommy replied with a grin and a bow.

   "Could you do me a favor once you dry off?  My dress and stuff are in my
car which is parked behind my and Aisha's cabin.  Would you get them for
me?"

   "Sure."

   "No peeking at my dress!"

   "Heaven forbid." Tommy vacated the shower and grabbed his robe without
bothering to dry off.  In the bedroom, he slipped on his shorts--sans
underwear--and made for the front door.  As Tommy reached the living room,
Billy was just hanging up the phone; Billy's expression was thoughtful,
almost somber.

   "What is it?  More bad news?" Tommy queried.

   "Actually, no.  That was Laura.  She informed me that when her
grandmother learned that Laura's mother had made her cancel her prom date,
her grandmother snapped out of her funk and insisted that Laura be allowed
to attend the festivities.  Laura called in the hopes that I had not
cancelled our previous plans or made new ones."

   "So you and she will be going to the prom after all?  That's great--or
is it?"

   "It's wonderful; however, I was kind of looking forward to continuing
the evening in your and Kimberly's company."

   "You'll still be able to hang out with us at the prom."

   "True, but we will have to behave ourselves."

   Tommy laughed at Billy's sheepish smile.

   ***

   "Hurry up you two!" Billy called out, glancing at his watch.  "You are
going to be cutting it awfully close."

   "Keep your pants on," Kimberly groused as she emerged from Tommy's
bedroom.  She was putting on her earrings.  "Tommy's almost finished with
his hair.  He takes almost as long as I do in the bathroom."

   "You look fabulous," Billy said as he scoped out Kimberly's attire.  She
wore a close fitting sheathe of black velvet.  The center of the gown was
cinched vertically by a band of rhinestones which created a daring,
plunging neckline and an even more daring abbreviated hemline.  The gown
fit so well that her breasts virtually spilled over the cups, and the
ensemble appeared to be held up only by thin rhinestone halter straps.

   "Do you like it?" Kim asked, modeling for him.  She pirouetted neatly in
a pair of silver strap heels.

   "Was this the outfit on which you wished to solicit my opinion?" Billy
inquired, grinning impishly.

   "You mean before you got sidetracked with the lingerie?  Sure, why not,"
she replied with an equally mischievous grin.  "So, what do you think?"

   "I think Tommy will love it, but I wonder if Mr.  Caplan will allow you
into the dance.  Your outfit is rather revealing."

   "Tell me about it.  I can't wear pantyhose because the lines show."

   "I'm ready, Kim; I . . .  wow!" Tommy gasped when he finally emerged
dressed in his tuxedo.  Kimberly enjoyed his reaction, from his
speechlessness to the bulge in his pants.

   "Thank you.  Why don't we get going?  Billy has to stop by to get Laura
. . .  just a sec, Billy.  Your tie is crooked.  Let me help you."

   As Kimberly rearranged Billy's neckwear, she leaned close and whispered,
"Do you think I should tell Tommy I'm not wearing any underwear?" Billy
closed his eyes and stifled a moan.  "I guess I'll just have to wait for
the proper moment.  Are you guys coming or what?"

   With a backwards glance that gave a double edge to her parting query,
Kimberly sauntered out of the cabin.  Tommy and Billy exchanged smiles,
sighed longingly, then followed.

   THE END?