Chapter 1

Dean was enjoying his black coffee in the lunchroom in the town center. They had just checked in at a hotel a couple of blocks from the center. They had wanted to stay in a motel, but in this town, there was only one and it was closed for renovation. So they decided to stay in one of the lovely hotels in the town center. They were on another hunt and mapping it out while having lunch. Sam filled him in on the events registered in the papers in the past couple of weeks. While Dean was listening to Sam reading the outlines, he checked out the girls in the corner and threw a smile at them. He heard them giggle. Content with the reaction, he sat back and enjoyed the view some more. He looked forward to the evening when he could go on his other hunt; the hunt for a girl in one of the local bars. He could use some fun and this appeared to be a fun little town. It was gonna be a good hunt too. Sammy had made plans of his own. He was going to visit some old friends and stay over. One of his fellow students had moved here and she was throwing a party. She had invited a bunch of friends, who were coming over tonight and Sammy had been invited too. Dean looked forward to going out on his own again. Sometimes he just needed a break from spending day in and day out with his little brother. Before the party for both of them started, however, they had some research to do.

Tracy finally arrived at the hotel. She had been driving for hours and she was glad that she had reached her destiny in one piece. The Cadillac she had bought from her savings before she left home was almost falling apart. She shouldn’t have taken the old timer, but she hadn’t been able to resist it. The moment she saw the blue Caddy, she had fallen in love with the car. It was nothing she couldn’t fix, cause she knew her way around old cars, but she hadn’t had the time yet. Tracy was going to work for the old timer dealer in town. She would start in two weeks, but she had decided to come here now and look for a place to stay and check out the town. For the coming days, she had chosen this hotel and she was glad she was here. As soon as she checked in, she made her way upstairs, with only her weekend bag. She had left her other belongings in the car. She didn’t bring much with her, but still it was too much to take with her into the hotel. After she registered and got the key, she searched for her room along the long corridor. Man, this hotel is huge! Why need so many rooms for such an insignificant small town, she thought. The hotel wasn’t exactly a first class hotel either. They had given her what seemed to be a very old fashioned large key. She finally found her room, number 9, and tried the lock. It didn’t give easily, but finally she succeeded in opening the door and stepped inside. The first thing she did was put the bag on the closest bed and headed for the shower. She would check out the rest of the room later.

Chapter 2

After lunch, Dean dropped Sam off at the library. He was going to do some research before heading off to his friends. Dean was going to check out the site where supposedly ghostly apparitions were dwelling, scaring the living daylight out of people. He was going to check it out with Sam the following night, but he wanted to do a check during the day first, so it would be easier to orientate during the night. He was going to swing by the hotel first, cause he needed some supplies from his bag which he left in the hotel room.

He saw it from a distance already, parked in the sun, shiny, beautiful, blue. It was a Caddy. After he parked his car, he couldn’t help but take a closer look. The interior seemed original. Wow, what a car. He would love to have a word with its owner. He loved old timers. It suited this hotel, he thought. It was probably about the same age, only the car seemed to be in a better state. Anyway, they had a roof over their heads and it wasn’t too expensive. He remembered closing the door a bit too hard on his way in when they entered the room. He had heard some clanging. He hadn’t seen anything, but it sounded like something was broken.

Dean walked slowly through the hallway. Man he hated long corridors. He heard sounds all over the place. He looked over his shoulder, but there was nothing there. Maybe they should stay inside the hotel tonight and hunt ghosts here, he thought and smirked at his own joke. He walked towards his room and felt for the key from his pocket. He turned the key in the lock and then stopped. He heard water running. He knew the walls were thin, but this sounded as if it was in their room. It couldn’t be Sammy, cause he just dropped him off. He might have long legs and run like the wind, but he definitely could not have gotten back here before him. Dean slowly opened the door and peeped inside.

Tracy felt more and more relaxed by the minute. A good hot shower always made her feel better. This might be an old hotel, but at least the shower is good, she thought. She washed away her tiredness and bad mood. She would have to work a couple of weeks first before she would be able to buy all the parts she needed to fix the car. She had hoped that the Caddy would last longer than just a drive to her new life as opposed to some time in her new life. Anyway, she could do things by foot here or she could get around on bike. The town wasn’t that big.

She was broken from her thought by noise. She knew the walls were probably thin, but this sounded as if it was inside her hotel room. Cautious as she was, she stepped out of the shower, but left it running. She draped herself in one of the towels and walked to the door. There definitely was someone inside the room. She looked around for something she could use as a weapon. She grabbed the toilet brush. Not exactly a great choice, but there was nothing else. The handle was made of wood at least. She went back to the door and stood beside it, waiting.

Dean stepped inside their room. There was a bag on one of the beds and it wasn’t his or Sam’s. He walked to the second bed and took a look behind it. There was his bag, which he had put there. Sam had put his back in the cupboard. Dean checked and there it was.
So he was not going crazy and this was their room. He headed for the bathroom door, since there seemed to be someone in the shower. He grabbed a lamp from the side table near the bathroom door and reached for the knob. He swung the door open and faced wet Tracy, who was about to attack him with the toilet brush.

Chapter 3

Both Dean and Tracy froze for a minute and then started talking at the same time.

“Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my room.” They both yelled at each other.

“You first,” said Dean, in the mean time taking her in and liking what he saw. This would be the best hotel they had ever stayed in if this came with the room.

“This is my room”, Tracy said. “What are you doing here?” Looking into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. She felt her heart pounding faster and it wasn’t because she was scared.

“Well, there must be some kind of mix up here, because this is definitely my room”, Dean replied. His eyes trawled a bit lower and for a moment they lingered on her long legs which were sticking out under the towel.

“Ok, look, we can do this all day, but could you put down the lamp first?” Tracy said. “You’re not thinking of attacking me with that are you?” She motioned towards the lamp.

Dean looked at the lamp in his hand and instantly felt quite dumb. He was a hunter and there were loads of weapons in his bag. What the hell was he doing with a lamp! He put down the lamp and threw back a smartass remark about the toilet brush. “Well, you didn’t pick a deadly weapon yourself there missy,” he said, pointing at the toilet brush.

Now it was Tracy’s turn to feel dumb and she put down the toilet brush. “Let me finish in here. I’ll be out in a minute, so we can sort this out,” she said.

“OK,” Dean said and backed away reluctantly. He wouldn’t mind giving here a hand finishing in there. Damn she was hot. He turned and walked towards the bed, opposite the bathroom door where he sat down, eyes fixed on the door. If he was lucky, she would come out, wrapped only in that towel. He licked his lips at the thought of that.

Tracy turned off the shower and started drying herself off. She was still kinda mesmerized by the hazel eyes. She had taken a quick look at the rest of the stranger too. What she had seen was not bad at all. If this came with the hotel room, then it was the best hotel she had ever stayed in. She finished drying herself and hesitated when she reached for her clothes. She could of course leave her clothes where they were and face him in the towel. She decided she could use a little fun and headed for the door.

Dean’s eyes were still fixed on the bathroom door when Tracy walked out. He swallowed hard with the view of here wrapped only in a towel, her hair still wet and curly, falling over her shoulders. His eyes followed her all the way to the bed next to his where she sat down and seemingly reluctant crossed one leg over the other, exposing her thigh. She watched Dean watching her and internally smiled at his reaction. It seemed that he could be in for a bit of fun too.

Chapter 4

“So,” she started, “Your room or mine.” Instantly realizing how that sounded and blushed.

Dean didn’t seem to notice and answered: “Mine.” He stared into her eyes. She had the most beautiful dark eyes he had ever seen. It matched her hair perfectly. Oh how he loved to reach out run his fingers through those soft curls.

“What if I’m right?” Tracy asked. Her eyes pinned on his.

“Wanna bet?” Dean replied.

“I bet I’m right,” she said. She was sure she was in the right room and was going to use her key as proof. “How come I was able to open the door with my key if this is your room?” Tracy asked.

“You’re good?” Dean tried.

“Oh, I’m good alright, but my key opened that door,” she pointed at the door. “So I believe I’m in the right room,” she said. She was sitting with her back towards her bag. She reached for the key behind it. This movement exposed her thigh a little more. Dean’s eyes trawled back to her exposed thigh and were still fixed on it when Tracy turned.

“Like what you see?” she asked playfully.

Dean looked up. A smile played his lips, which said enough.

“Look at this.” She handed him her key. “Number 9.” Her hand touched his when she handed him the key and a warm sensation came over her. She would love to have those hands caressing her all over. God, what was wrong with her? She didn’t even know him!

“Yeah, I guess you’re right about the number on the key,” he said, “but this is room number 6.” He handed the key back to her.

“What do you mean 6?” Tracy got up and walked to the door. The door opened to the inside, but for Dean the number on the door wasn’t visible. Tracy started to say something, but stopped.

“What?” Dean asked. “Wrong number sweetheart?” He got up and walked towards her.

“Depends,” she said. She motioned her head towards the number. “It says 9 now, but I guess it was 6 before.”

The number appeared to have turned upside down. So that was the clanging sound Dean had heard earlier when he had shut the door.

“How could you have gotten in with your key then?” Dean asked.

“Well, it isn’t exactly the newest hotel, now is it?” she said. I guess the locks aren’t very good either. She remembered that the key hadn’t turned smoothly, but didn’t mention that.

Dean was standing close to Tracy and he picked up the smell of her freshly washed hair. Oh how he loved that smell. Tracy closed the door and started walking back to the bed. When she turned, her arm brushed against Dean’s. She looked at him. Their faces were really close now. They looked at each other and stayed like that for a moment. She turned her head and continued towards the bed. Dean followed.

“So, now what?” Dean asked. He sat down opposite her on the other bed. He licked his lips and looked at Tracy again. “You lost.”

“Lost what?” She asked. She wasn’t thinking straight anymore was beginning to feel all hot inside. She had wanted to put her lips on his right there at the door. What had gotten into her?

“The bet of course,” Dean said.

“We didn’t even set stakes. You can’t call that a bet,” she said.

“You said ‘you’re on’, so it was a bet.” Dean said. “And you said that you bet you were right.” He thought he saw her blush, but he wasn’t quite sure. His eyes lingered on her full lips for a moment and he thought of how soft they must feel.

“OK,” she said. “What do you want from me?” She definitely had something in mind and that was something along the course of jumping him right there.

“I think you can come up with something,” Dean said. More than anything, he wanted her to put those luscious lips on his. God, she was gorgeous!

They sat and watched each other for what seemed an eternity, but what was actually only a short moment. Tracy was contemplating if she should give in to her feelings. Dean was waiting to see what Tracy would do.

Chapter 5

The next moment Tracy lunged forward and put her luscious lips on Dean’s. He put his arms around her, drawing her in further. They rolled over onto the bed. She was on top of him. Tracy drew back and looked at him.

Dean grinned. “So that’s my prize huh?” he asked.

“Or mine for picking the wrong door.” Tracy said, moving forward again, placing her lips on his and putting her hands underneath his shirt, feeling his musled body.

Deans hands moved underneath her towel and he felt himself harden at the touch of her bare legs. He sat up straight, taking Tracy with him. She pulled his shirt over is head and reached for his pants. Not too much time later, Dean was stripped to his boxers. Their kisses were hot, tongues intertwined, hands stroking each other. They stopped for a moment to catch their breaths. Dean rid himself of his boxers and helped Tracy out of her towel. They fell onto the bed naked and were lost again in kisses, Dean on top of Tracy. Dean ran one hand through Tracy’s soft hair, leaning on the other. Tracy’s hands were stroking his muscled arms, shoulders and back.

Dean started massaging one breast with his hand and sucked the other gently. Her nipples hardened at his touch. She arched her back and let out a moan. She reached for his shaft. She started stroking it and now it was Dean’s turn to let out a moan. Dean’s hand was on her inner thigh now, moving towards her wet core and she started breathing faster. He gently carressed her womanhood and slowly inserted a finger. Tracy gasped. She closed her eyes. Dean moved in and out and added a second finger, massaging her clit with his thumb and covering her belly with kisses. Tracy felt all hot inside. God, he was good! It didn’t take long before she felt an orgasm build up inside of her. She closed her eyes, arched her back and exploded. She let out a loud moan. With her eyes still closed, she let the feeling wash over her. She was ready for more and really wanted him inside of her now.

When she opened her eyes again, Dean reached for his wallet and took out a condom. While she recovered from her first orgasm, he put on the condom and by the time he was ready, she was too, for the second round. She pulled him on top of her and kissed him deeply. He moved inside of her and she gapsed. He stopped for a moment and let out a soft moan. He started moving slowly. Long, deep thrusts. He was filling her completely. She had never felt anything like it. Soon, he picked up speed. Tracy wrapped her legs around him, enabling Dean to move deeper inside of her. His thrusts became harder and he moved faster. He felt Tracy tighten around him as she was coming again. He didn’t last much longer and he released himself deep inside of her, letting out a loud groan. They lay still for a moment, catching their breaths. Dean softly kissed her on the lips, rolled off of her and threw the condom in the bin next to the night table.

They lay still for a while. Tracy’s head rested on his chest. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders.

After a while, Tracy raised her head and looked at him. “I want you to know that I normally don’t do this,” Tracy said. “I mean, I don’t even know you and I don’t want you to think that I’m ...”

Dean silenced her by placing a kiss on her lips. He ran his fingers through her soft curly hair once more.

“I’m not thinking anything and besides, it was good, right?”

“Right,” Tracy said.

“So,” Dean said. “My brother is not going to be here tonight. Wanna bet some more?”

At that, Tracy laughed and leaned in for another kiss. It was going to be a long hot night.
 
 
 
 

Be Careful What You Wish For

River crept up the stairs onto the bridge. It was the third watch of the night, and as a result, the whole crew was asleep, including Wash, who was on duty, sitting in the pilot’s chair. She peeked a bit, and then nudged him into a deeper, quieter sleep. He slumped further down into his chair in response.

Quiet. Even in the black, it was a precious commodity, and ever since she had come to herself – as much as she ever would – she treasured the quiet she could find. It gave her time to think without the noisy thoughts of the crew pressing on her skull. Even now, she could hear Mal’s dreams – a grimy, tense search through rubble and rock to find something important, he just didn’t know what it was. Closing her eyes and concentrating for a moment, she pushed just a little, and in his dreams, Mal found what he’d so desperately been looking for – a slip of paper with a set of coordinates and an account number written on it. Now, they would be safe. Now, the Alliance couldn’t touch him or the rest of the crew. With a slow, deep breath, he rolled over in his sleep, more relaxed than he’d been in years, and in his dream, he was back on Shadow, watching his mother’s herd of horses crop spring grass, holding that slip of paper in his hands.

It wasn’t a miracle. Simon had been searching for nearly three years now for something, anything to help River reconnect with herself and the world around her. The breakthrough had come when he finally realized that he’d no need to make her permanently better. All he needed was to put things in order long enough for River to sort out the problem herself. It had been little enough at first – the right drug combination, a field modulator that delicately adjusted the timbre of her brain’s electro-magnetic field, and such – but it provided nearly two hours of lucid thought. It was enough for River to review the scans Simon had taken of her at Ariel, enough for her to suggest a further course of treatment. That had built on the first treatment, giving her almost half a day. Then it was three days, and then a week, and then, after six months of constant battling, bruises on the insides of her elbows from all the blood drawings, the migraines, the auditory hallucinations, the occasional complete breakdown, she had located a neurosurgeon who not only could do the work she specified, but wasn’t beholden to the Alliance, and was willing to deal honestly with two fugitives.

Simon had been tense almost to the point of splintering. It was Mal who’d seen the sense in it, and Inara who’d provided the contact. Now, here she was, two weeks after the operation, and for the first time in five years, it was quiet. The thoughts in her head resonated in one direction or another, but only briefly, and only to the depth that she required. Now, her senses no longer crowded in on her until she felt as though her mind might collapse into a singularity. She would never again take for granted the tidy way her mind and memory could grasp any problem, disassemble it, and plug the answers she liked into the appropriate holes.

Especially now. There was so much work to be done.

Sitting in the copilot’s chair, she pulled up the Cortex on the auxiliary screen. With a few hundred key strokes, she hacked into the system logon file and created a false user ID with thirteen different aliases that gave her access to the MedAcad, Companion Guild, Blue Sky Corporation, and every level of the Alliance military grid. She had a list of specific goals. They would take time and effort to accomplish, but it had been a long, long time since she’d enjoyed any sort of a challenge.

First and foremost was to protect Serenity and her crew. Inside of five minutes, she’d eliminated every flag and search reference to the ship or suspected activities by ships of its class. She pulled up the dossiers on each of the crew members. Mal’s was lengthy and tagged ten ways from Sunday. Zoe’s was only tagged six ways from Tuesday. Wash’s was short and unfairly dismissive; Jayne’s was limited to a small paragraph that summed him up as strong, stupid, and scary. Book’s was by far the most interesting. There were more than a few facts for River to file away and use at a later day. Inara’s was second only to Book’s, especially since the debacle that had lead to her expulsion from the Companion Guild and the warrant for her arrest on murder and conspiracy charges. Kaylee’s file was almost non-existant, just a note that she was a gifted mechanic and could be counted on to fold during combat. Simon’s and her own were, of course, required reading.

Shifting her user mode to one that mimicked the top level of the Alliance Freedom Taskforce, she deleted a few items here, fudged a few items there, and then added a tap note so that the next time any Alliance stooge pulled up the files, they would get a short warning that hindering Serenity or her crew in any way would result in the kind of penalties that made Core magistrates flinch and consider changing careers. She then altered the sigline and buried it under three layers of code, so that any curious soul would be brought to the distinct impression that the someone who’d placed that tap note could give the Prince of Darkness a run for his money. Any sensible fed would quickly butt out, sensing that their life expectancy would be much more reasonable if they let well enough alone.

Done with that, she smiled a bit, checked on Wash, who was happily dreaming of dinosaurs and jet packs, and went on to the next line of business. It was nice how tidily things fit in to one another, and nice how well she could do her job. First, she could avenge Inara’s loss, then Mal and Zoe’s, then Simon’s, then Book’s. The Blue Sun Corporation was the key, of course. They had fingers reaching into every facet of life in the ‘verse. That covert arm of the Alliance government – rather, it was more accurate to say that the Alliance government was the public front of Blue Sun – had corrupted the Companion’s Guild, the MedAcad, the colony and the core worlds. It was a real-life hydra, and would respond in the same manner to an open attack.

She could see the paths of her plan branching out in front of her, the work that would take only a few weeks to accomplish, the strategy that would take months to lay out the groundwork, the results that would take years, perhaps decades to come to fruition. Under the noses of those who’d chosen to make her what she was today. That was the most delicious part. By the time she was done, they would be humbled, powerless, and suspect, but never know for sure, that it was her doing. By the time she was done, the colony worlds would have their independence. By the time she was done, the Alliance would be dismantled and sold as junk.

The first part, she knew, could be completed from this very seat. There were people to contact, false accounts to create, subtle machinations in the currency and stock exchanges, quiet little backdoors to build. Other parts, within the next four months, would require that she leave Serenity for some time. She would have to prepare Simon for that. When she was done with Ariel, Persephone, Osiris, Shang Ko, and Sihnon, she could return to the ship and stay there for at least a year. The results of her work, she knew, would affect tens of billions of people. There would be at least five major famines once Alliance protected trade routes were disrupted and the Core worlds no longer received the food stuffs produced by the colonies. There would also be scores of assassinations, hundreds of minor military skirmishes, and three pandemics of one sort or another, the Reavers would expand for a few years and then be snuffed out. The numbers were sobering, but from her calculations, far, far less than the consequences of letting Blue Sun continue their good work.

The neurosurgeon had a little talk with her when she’d come out of anesthesia. Parts of her brain, he’d explained, could never be fixed. Some centers, especially portions of the prefrontal cortex, were either stripped away entirely or devoted to new activities that could not be changed. The difference, he said, was that she lacked one specific executive function – a conscience. She was, for all intents and purposes, a sociopath. He explained this to her, because he was painfully aware that she would most likely come to the conclusion that she was better off with him dead, considering how much he knew of her. He’d gone on to explain many logical reasons why it was really better that she let him live, even though he knew with a little mental effort, she could have caused the walls of his cerebral arteries to burst, killing him in a few messy seconds.

He didn’t have to worry. She knew what she was and why. She had been intended to be a tool – a very powerful tool for a very specific purpose. But she was a tool with a mind of her own, and she refused to do the work intended for her. As for a conscience, she told him, she did have one. His name was Simon. And Mal. And Zoe, Inara, Kaylee, Book, Wash, and Jayne. She didn’t even have to ask. She knew exactly what each accepted or found repugnant. Each had their own quirk, their own eccentricy. The eight added together gave her one powerful take on the ‘verse.

And that was enough for now. Maybe forever.

She scratched her nose and started the procedure of logging off from the Cortex, burying her electronic footprints so that any security grunt who checked her activities would find only a trail of distasteful pornographic images leading back to the commanding officer of the Dortmunder. That would teach him to call Serenity a pile of junk. Wash snorted, jerking awake from his sleep just as she blanked the screen.

“Hey, didn’t hear you come up,” he smiled, trying to get the crick out of his neck.

In a short moment, as she tilted her head to one side and drew her feet up under her, she considered a few options. Lucid, prophetically profound, blank, or totally wacko. In the end, she decided on mildly disturbing.

“The stirrup, anvil, and hammer magnify oscillations of sound waves and are the smallest bones in the human body.” She stood up, bent over and gave Wash a kiss on the forehead. “Dream of combative stegasauri.”

Wash was still open-mouthed with puzzlement as she trotted down the stairs.

“Hey, how did you know about the stega- oh, never mind. Weird kid,” he muttered to himself.

Imagine a cool evening in the summer when the sun is about to set and the day's heat is breaking. You are in a green park with a small pagoda for concerts and, in the distance, fields for playing soccer and open spaces for kite flying. Beyond sight, a fountain sprays its water into the air, and maybe if the world is quiet enough and you listen very hard you can just hear it from where you now sit. The park is looped by a well-laid white sidewalk along which old women walk slowly talking with their friends, young couples stroll with their children, and triathletes with well-toned bodies run past them all as they dream of finishing the Ironman. Not a hundred feet beyond the sidewalk's edge lay the beaches of Waikiki with its small surf washing the feet of tourists and locals alike, while the ever-hopeful surfers out in the distance wait for the perfect swell.

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It takes a little more effort when you get to 32 to keep the body you want. I remember eating anything I wanted to a decade ago, but now that just doesn't work. To stay in shape I swim early in the morning at my favorite beach, and then twice a week I go for a run in the evening, when the sun is going down and the air is cool. Besides keeping my stomach flat, I treasure these times most of all for the clarity they bring to my mind. When I'm in stride, it's hard to worry about the day's little problems.

My little adventure started at mile 3. That's where the sidewalk loops around a hedge and merges with a path from the opposite direction. I turned the corner and was immediately faced with a sight to behold. She was jogging in a pair of tiny red running shorts that hung so low on her hips you knew she shaved part of herself. On top she was adorned with a charcoal gray athletic bra that her bosom filled out nicely. She was taller than me – maybe 5'9" or 5'10" – and had her long black hair in a ponytail that bounced with each step. Her body was long and lean and yet curved. These were all the details I could catch as I ended up a couple steps ahead of her on the path.

I kept jogging, but my sweat-induced meditation was broken, because all I was thinking of now was her. I wanted to look again, but didn't want to blatantly turn my head and stare. I just continued running, hearing her footsteps behind mine and feeling her presence. I wondered if she was even looking at me. Was I worth looking at in my dark blue athletic shorts? Would she notice my flat stomach exposed by my short t-shirt? Or was she looking up my legs to my rear, watching it move beneath the fabric? I knew the answer was "no". After all, the chances of her also being a lesbian were low, and I was about 10 years older than her to boot.

I finally turned my head slowly to see her again. As I did, she looked me right in the eyes and smiled, not 3 feet behind me. I turned my head back immediately, my cheeks turning crimson.

She had caught me checking her out.

She was just running along, listening to the I-Pod strapped to her right arm, and she'd gotten caught behind an older woman whom she was too polite to pass and who was eyeing her. I didn't turn my head again and decided to run a little faster.

I don't know why I sped up. Was it to get away from her? Maybe I wanted to show I could still hang with her 22 year old body. For whatever reason I did it, I could still hear her behind me. Her long legs were taking fewer steps than mine, but they didn't seem to be getting any further away or closer. I sped up again.

My legs were beginning to feel a slight burn as I lifted my knees higher, moving faster down the sidewalk. I could feel more sweat on my body being met by the cool air breezing past. My t-shirt was getting damp; my breaths were deeper, more controlled. However, my body kept up the pace, and the feeling of the surprising power tingled through me. Yeah, I still had it.

But I could still feel her footsteps. In fact, they sounded closer than before. She must be right there. Right at my hip.

I sped up again. The pace was now beginning to take real effort. My mind and body began to focus. I spoke inwardly to myself. Breathe. Keep your body relaxed. Feel your feet hitting the pavement.

But her footsteps echoed in my mind.

I finally turned my head to find her not one pace behind me. She was just as beautiful as I was imagining her. She grinned at me and then suddenly put on a burst of speed, pulling even with me.

So that's how it was going to be?! I sped up too, keeping pace with her. We were both breathing hard. "Race you to the fountain," she threw at me in one breath, and then took off, leaping ahead of me. Well, fuck.

I wasn't going to be outdone that easily! I shifted my body into overdrive and we were flying. I hadn't run so fast in years. Not with such delight. And I was immediately next to her again, actually pulling ahead. She looked at me, this time not with a smile as much as shock, and sped up too, finally putting her true abilities to the test. We were running side-by-side as fast as we could down the track. Soon it was hard to tell who was ahead though, as we had to dodge people, getting around the stroller, the woman with the small dog. I was going as fast as I possibly could.

My body felt so alive. My blood rushed through my body warming me before the cool air cooled me back down. But in the back of my mind was always her. I was going to give her everything I had. Wipe that smile off her face. Oh, but what a smile it was and how beautiful she looked when she wore it.

The fountain was in sight now. My lungs and heart were beginning to tire. After all, it was a mile to the fountain from her challenge and we weren't pacing it. We came together again on the sidewalk still side by side. I stole a glance at her, and she was completely focused. I wanted to bump her, not so I could win, but so I could touch her. I got my mind quickly off of her and back on winning.

There's a time to think with your heart and a time to let your mind get what your heart wants.

Everything else faded. I just saw the fountain ahead and heard her deep full breaths next to me. I concentrated on my legs and just moved them a little faster than I thought I could. The fountain was almost there.

She was right by me.

Faster. Just a little faster...

I heard the sound of the water, the sound of her breath.

Almost. . . there. . .

Move it, M-Y!

Slap! My hand touched the concrete of the fountain.

I had won.

Wow, I had won!!

"I can't believe you beat me!" she yelled.

I didn't answer. I just walked in circles trying to get my breath back. Damn, my body was bursting. My lungs had never worked so hard, but I hadn't felt so elated in months.

"I can't believe you beat me!" she yelled again, trying to regain her voice between deep breaths. "You're amazing." Deep breaths.

I knew I wasn't supposed to, but I couldn't help but grin.

"I've never run so hard," she continued. "My body is burning up."

"Same here," I replied. What an idiot. My first words to this angel were "same here"?

"When you sped up the second time in front of me..." she paused for a deep breath. "I just had to race you. I was sure I was going to win."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Leg length. Long legs," she explained, kicking them out to explain. "And I run everyday."

"I really wanted to win." I was still walking, my lungs beginning to relax.

"I can tell." She extended her hand and smiled again. Oh, that smile. "Congratulations."

"Thanks. And thanks for daring me. I haven't run like that in years."

She laughed. "You're welcome. I'm just kinda competitive."

"I'm not. Usually."

"Why so competitive this time?"

I blushed, unable to think of an answer I dared confess. She looked even better now. Little beads of sweat covered her lean body. I wanted to watch them glide down her smooth, muscled abdomen. Oh, how the water reflected the sun on her golden skin. "I don't know," I said, turning redder again.

She looked at me and her cheeks became pink as well. "You're amazing," was all she said. Was she checking me out? Her eyes seemed to wander along my legs. I couldn't blush any harder at this point. "I'm Susana. Susana Kim," she said.

"M-Y."

There was that look again I've been hit on enough to catch the glances, but I knew there was no chance I had just gotten in a race with the world's hottest lesbian. I bottled up the hopes and pushed them back down. Instead, I merely pointed at the sidewalk to indicate I wanted to keep walking with her.

"Do you jog here a lot?" she asked.

"Twice a week."

"Four times here, but usually mid-morning. I had to change times today."

I looked up to see the red glow of a sunset as the sun disappeared behind the mountains to the west. The surfers were packing their boards up to call it a night. I loved this time. "Isn't it too hot then?"

"I like the sun on my skin."

And my tongue? I wanted to ask, but kept silent. I finally got out, "Do you go to the University?"

"Graduated a couple of years ago, which was a bit early. You?"

"10 years ago."

She seemed to stumble a little. "What? At 15?"

"Very funny."

"No really."

"At 22."

"Huh. I was debating if you were 25 or 26 when I was running behind you."

"You're very kind," I managed.

"Maybe you just have a great ass."

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows at that. She saw my expression and giggled. "Oh well! I knew you'd be straight, but I had to test it. Don't take offense."

My heart started thumping. And I thought it was beating hard when I was running! That was nothing compared to this. When running, I made my mind focus on the task at hand. But now, when my angel was hitting on me, I couldn't think clearly at all.

I lowered my head and then quietly said, "Actually, I'm not."

She stopped in her tracks and turned to me. I just looked up at her with my hands on my knees still breathing. She seemed to be searching my eyes for something. I watched a droplet of sweat roll along the curve of her neck.

"Not what?" she asked. I don't think she believed what I'd said.

"I'm not straight," I told her simply, raising my hands from my knees and walking beside her.

"Huh," she said and without a further word we started walking again.

"Does that surprise you?" I asked.

"I just don't trust my luck," she returned.

"We just met."

"I know."

"I love those red shorts, by the way," I said and felt my eyes twinkle with mischief.

"Oh?"

"Uh-huh."

"When you were running ahead of me, I absolutely hated your shorts."

I looked at my plain blue cotton running shorts that stopped about mid-thigh. She was right. They were kind of boring.

"Yeah, they were in the way of what I really wanted to look at," she finished.

Oh my, I thought. This was her second mention of my cute rear already. Maybe swimming was helping me out more than I realized.

"You're very forward," I replied.

"I know." She actually sounded a bit chastened. This woman was a really curious mix of self-confidence and sensitivity. "It gets me in trouble a lot."

I took her hand in mine. "I like it."

We walked in silence for a minute hand-in-hand. I felt drops of sweat from our arms periodically slide over our fingers and on to the sidewalk below. After a bit she quietly asked, "Are you seeing anyone?"

"No," I answered and felt my voice break. I could sense our hands slowly caressing one another, unable to stop our bodies from touching. "You?" I asked.

"Uh-uh."

We continued walking. Our blood was pumping through our bodies, heating us up. I love good exercise.

Our hands began to wander more. Her hand would grasp mine as if she intended to not let it move, but then it would move beyond her control and touch the slip of stomach that my top didn't cover. My hand also moved of its own accord along her back before I took it away again. But when the hands were together, they kept sliding up and down one another, unable to stay still.

"Where are you going now?" she asked.

"Car lot by the beach. You?"

"Bus."

"Oh. That's just past, right?"

"Yes."

I noticed our breathing getting shallower. The tension between the two of us was becoming unbearable.

"M-Y?"

"Yes?"

"I'm leaving the islands next week. Grad school at Berkeley."

I closed my eyes, not letting the information overwhelm me. There goes another one, I thought.

"Unless you don't want me to go," she continued.

I froze. In her sexual excitement, she was willing to give up Berkeley to pursue something with me, a woman she had just met. It was crazy! This was just lust, wasn't it? It wasn't logical for it to be anything more. I tried to calm the thoughts running through my mind. It was my job to be the older one here; to tell her what was proper.

I took both her hands in mine and leaned forward to kiss her lips tenderly. Our lips brushed against one another, warm and inviting. I felt her breath on my face as I moved my head back from the soft kiss.

"I feel the same way," I answered, "but you must go. It's not just feelings. There's all sort of other things in our lives we have to think about. I would be devastated to take you away from that. I am guessing it is something you have been working towards for years." She put her head down slowly. "I won't ask that of you," I insisted.

We started walking again. The sun was down now and fewer people were around. The heat of the day was gone, but I felt no relief at the moment, because my heart was on fire.

She leaned over as we walked and kissed the side of my face. "We have a week though."

I smiled. "Yes, we do."

"That's 188 hours."

"Mmm," I agreed. "I won't calculate the minutes."

"It's a lot."

"Yes, it is." Almost grinning now.

"You can do a lot in a week."

"You can do a lot in an hour with the right person."

"I have an hour right now," she said clutching my hand tight.

"I've got as many hours as you can give me," I let her know.

"I've wanted you since I saw your cute little butt in front of me." Her delightful aggressiveness was back.

"I thought you were a dream when you came around that corner."

"I have an idea," she said, pulling me towards the beach. I followed happily, not sure what she had in mind, but if she had any one of the thousands of ideas I had right then, then I was about to be the happiest woman on the planet. Half way there she stopped and unlaced her running shoes. I copied her and soon we were barefoot, walking, then skipping, then running hand in hand through the grass to the beach.

We hit the beach laughing. I pulled her into the ocean, the cool water lapping at our ankles and then turned to her again. Our lips met and this time there was no hesitation––only passion. Passion that we only had a week. Passion that we had just met. Passion that what we had hoped for on first sight was becoming reality. We held each other's hands, as our lips tasted one another, as if we might explore the other person's heart by exploring their bodies.

After several minutes we pulled back. I wanted her more than anything, but as I looked around, there were still many tourists along the beach. My dream of making love to her on the sand would have to wait. She saw me looking at the interfering tourists and smiled. "Remember, I had an idea. Follow."

She led me a little ways down and then began to ascend the steps of one of the orange lifeguard stations.

The steps lead up to a flat second floor where the lifeguard would sit to watch the swimmers. Behind that flat area were two doors not three feet tall that closed off a small space behind it that was semi-private. It wasn't locked and Susana pulled me into the little room.

"People can see us," I told her.

"Not if we lay on the floor," she responded with a grin and lay back on to the wooden planks, holding her arms out for me. I looked out to see some people strolling a little ways away. I wasn't really an exhibitionist! Then I looked down at her looking up at me hopefully, and there was no way I was passing this up. I descended to the floor on top of her and our lips met again. This time we kissed in earnest.

Her mouth was wider than mine and she covered me with it. I searched for her tongue, finding it and taking it into my mouth sucking it into me. Oh what heaven. I felt her tongue moving against my lips moving from side to side. I ran my fingers through her hair as I sucked her mouth, and then our tongues met and wrestled again for victory. I quickly licked her face with my tongue, licking the sweat from her silken skin, tasting her, letting the salty feel of her linger on my tongue. I was still staring at her golden face, when she too attacked me with her mouth. We started to struggle over who would lick the other's skin next. I wanted to giggle as our competitive spirit came alive again in this new fashion. Our hot breath mingled in the small space between us. I could feel the air from her body dallying around my mouth, nostrils, and eyes before I breathed it inside of me, taking a further piece of her into me. We grinned as we both tried to dodge the other's tongue in order to lick our partner's face. I went for her nose when she got me on the chin. She got her tongue on one of my eyelids and laughed at my reaction. But while her happy voice rang out, I made my move and got a tickling lick on each side of her mouth. She touched at the places I had licked with her hands, while still smiling at me. All I could see was her smile and her shining white teeth.

She suddenly grabbed my head so I couldn't move and then moved her face up to lick my forehead.

"Hey, no fair!" I complained. And then I saw her inviting neck and covered it with my mouth, licking her salty skin, still covered in sweat. She moaned lightly at this new sensation. "Never mind," I said as I continued to run her tongue around her neck.

"Oh, I am so gonna make you orgasm first," she claimed.

You can never hear that too much, I thought.

"Oh, really?" I said, and pulled her ear lobe between my lips, at the same time placing my hand between her thighs, rubbing lightly.

She let out a squeak and then her breaths became very shallow as I continued rubbing her through those tiny red running shorts. The first sensation was the slickness of the material. The second was the feel of her outer labia through the fabric. Then after just a second, it was the slow warmth emanating from her, seeping into my hand. She was hot, steaming. I started to notice the smell in the air from her. I closed my eyes, smelling the sex, smelling her body, a body that was excited about, of all things, me.

Soon, she recovered enough to say, "Uh huh, I am," and pushed her hand down my own shorts, finding my pussy under the soaked panties.

I gasped as her fingers pressed against my wet insides and said, "We shouldn't do too much." Both of us were breathing hard as we touched each other. "I'm very loud," I explained. "I say things I shouldn't."

She started licking around my ear now, as she rubbed my panties into me. "Well, then, this time, be quiet, or we'll have to put something in your mouth."

I pushed away from her and sat up so that I was straddling her hips. I took the hand that had been touching me and pulled it up to my face. "Something like this?" I asked and sucked three of her fingers into my mouth.

Her face took on the loveliest little pout that said, "Oh, I didn't expect something that good" and watched me, as I licked up and down her fingers.

"Talk about hot," she said, closing her eyes and concentrating on the warm feel of my mouth on her fingers. "That run, you, and now this." I said nothing and only licked her palm with my tongue and then began to nibble down her arms until my body was folded over hers, our breasts touching. "C'm here," she said and started kissing me again.

When we started kissing, her arms were wrapped around me, holding me tight, but after a little while I felt her hands beginning to creep around my body with more purpose. They slid along my back on the exposed skin and then underneath my shirt, pushing the fabric up as they moved so that soon my entire back was exposed to the sea air. On one side of me was her warm, soft body, beckoning me closer; on the other a cool ocean breeze was trying to make my skin erupt in goose bumps. Her fingers traced along my spine and then in circles, but they weren't satisfied yet. She slid them down my back, as we kept kissing, to my rear, slipping under my shorts and under my panties, cupping and squeezing me in both hands.

"I want you like I haven't wanted anyone," she exclaimed and suddenly pushed my panties and shorts down my hips so that 2/3 of my ass was in the open. Then her fingers were slipping between my cheeks. It felt so good.

"If you are gonna do that, get that bra of yours off," I told her in response. She nodded and pushed me up and off of her. I sat in this small, public lifeguard station with my shorts bunched around the top of my thighs and my shirt over my breasts, and watched her begin to strip. She sat up and pulled the sweat-covered gray athletic bra over her head, revealing her full bosom that I had noticed at first glance. I couldn't believe I was with someone with a body like this. My eyes walked up her long legs that reached towards me, over her curved hips, in towards her long perfectly shaped abs, up to her full breasts with dark, brown, wide nipples that were erect and waiting for me, and finally up her long neck to her soft wet lips that I had been exploring for the last while.

And she was smart and playful to go with it. Damn. Of course, with a body like that she could've had me if she was a royal bitch. I was twice lucky, I guess

I saw that she was watching me with that little naughty smile of hers. She pointed at my t-shirt. "Off."

I quickly tossed my t-shirt and bra to the side and began crawling towards her. But she wagged her finger from side to side at me and teased, "Not yet...." Her finger moved down and pointed at the shorts hanging at the bottom of my hips. I looked at them bunched around me, my black pubes just poking out, then back at her.

"You first," I said and then leaped forward grabbing her tiny shorts and yanking them down her body and off those long legs. She had on a pair of light pink cotton panties underneath them that were soaked through in the crotch. I stared at her for a bit, and not taking my eyes off her, pulled my shorts and panties off, pushing them away with my feet.

"You're amazing," she said.

"Shhh..." I replied and pointed at the open space not two feet above our heads. "That's the third time you've said that today," I whispered to her, crawling naked towards her. "I think you like me," and as I said this I indicated her wet panties.

She looked at herself and smiled again. Then she began pushing the panties down those forever legs as she said, "I've been that way since I saw you."

"Oh, really?" I asked teasingly.

"Yeah. Watching your tight buns in those shorts and the muscles in those slim legs. I was moist in seconds."

I loved talk like this. "That's very naughty of you," I replied.

"Mmm. Maybe you should come a little closer and see what I do when I really like someone."

I crawled to her and slid my body up the length of hers, our two wet sweaty bodies sliding with ease against one another. I stopped when my lips were just an inch from hers.

"Don't move," she whispered. Then she started to wiggle down my body underneath me on my hands and knees until my right breast dangled above her mouth. "Don't you ever move," she said again and her tongue came out. She began circling my breast, licking around it over and over, then spiraling up to my nipple. My nipples were harder than I had seen them in a long, long time, and she took advantage of the fact. Her little tongue came out and started licking back and forth across it.

What a woman I was with.

Her tongue flicked back and forth along each nipple and she ran her fingernails along my sides. I let out a moan before I could stop myself.

"Shhh," she reminded me, then suddenly sucked my breast into her mouth. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on the feel of her mouth on my breast. It became harder and harder to be quiet with every move of her tongue. She bit lightly on the other nipple before sucking it in to her delicious mouth as well. Then she was kissing down my stomach. Her tongue entered my navel, exploring each part of me. This has always turned me on, and I could feel the wetness in my pussy growing and growing.

"I am gonna make you feel soooo good, Susana," I moaned as she inched further down, kissing the soft black hairs.

"I know, M-Y," she said, matter of factly.

"No, you don't," I replied. "10 Minutes. Gonna show you some spots on your body that you've never dreamed of. You've never wanted to scream from someone licking your hip. 10 minutes from now."

Did I hear her gulp?

But she just said, "Is that so?" and pushed my thighs wider apart.

"Uh-huh," was all I could get out.

"That's very––" and here she kissed my labia once then twice and continued, "intriguing, M-Y."

"Oh wow," I moaned and my head collapsed on the floor so that only my ass was high in the air, straddling this goddess's face.

"You like that," she said and slipped her tongue inside my lips, licking back and forth slowly.

I let out a moan again.

"Shhhh," she said and pulled my pussy lips apart with her hand. A single wet finger started to trace around the inner and outer lips.

"You are such a tease," I told her.

"No, I'm not," she said. "Cause I am so gonna eat you out."

I almost came as soon as she said it. The muscles in my thighs began quivering and I think I whimpered.

"Oh, M-Y," she moaned up to me, seeing how close I was, how hot she had made me barely touching me. "I really hope you are multi-orgasmic," and as soon as she said this, she pulled me hard onto her face and her tongue pushed into me.

I cried out before I could stop myself. I knew I had to be quieter, so I pushed my forearm into my mouth, trying not to bite myself.

She didn't "shhhh" me this time. Her full concentration was on making me scream. In and out, her tongue moved, the top of her face and her nose sliding against my clit in a perfect rhythm. I rubbed myself against her, totally out of control. She seemed to be alternating between fucking me with her tongue all bunched up and licking up and down my folds. It was so hard to tell what she was doing, I only know how it felt, and all I can say is that she won this competition. I was gonna cum first. With a muffled cry into my arm I was cumming and cumming hard. The muscles in my body were all contracting at once, while my legs collapsed under me. I could feel the muscles around my pussy squeezing again and again. It was like electricity was shooting from my clitoris throughout my body, rendering me helpless.

But as my body lost control, I felt her trying to prop me up, get my knees under me again, pushing my body to a position she needed it in. "Hold on, M-Y, I'm not done yet."

I wanted to cry. I didn't know if I could handle more of the best thing I had ever experienced.

I felt her lips sucking one of my labia, pulling it into her mouth. I think that's what it was. I wish I could see her. And then it was the other lip. I took my arm from my mouth to see if I had teeth marks from trying to contain myself. I did, but I hadn't broken my skin. Suddenly, her mouth broke contact with me. I heard another "shhhh" from between my thighs. "People outside are close," she whispered up to me.

I listened without moving and did hear a couple voices. Sounded like a couple. Were they walking past, as I hoped, or lingering? How close were they? It seemed they were talking about their flight over. Bumpy.

But as I listened to them, Susana started again. Her tongue was licking up and down the length of my pussy, from my clit down to my ass and back, again and again. I was being eaten out while people discussed their in-flight movie near me.

What had I gotten myself into?

Susana's lips curled around my clit, sucking it, and I didn't care anymore. I immediately muffled myself in my arm again and did everything I could not to make a peep. Was I gonna cum again while some woman I had never seen complained about the layover at LAX? Would she hear the floorboards squeaking as Susana worked under me? Would this woman hear the laps of Susana's tongue on my soaking pussy? The sloppy, slushing sounds of our sex?

Susana didn't seem to care.

I cared, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want this to ever stop.

I was close, and just in time the voices started fading, passing away from our stand. Susana was sucking my clit now. Constant, repeated, gentle pleasures that mounted on one another inside me. The woman knew what she was up to. Again. Again. More and more. Her long arms were wrapped around my ass, holding me down. Her warm mouth between my legs. Her soft lips on my little nub. She was so beautiful. So beautiful. Oh god. Oh god. I didn't deserve. Fuck. Fuck. Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. More. More. Let me speak, I wanted to cry out. I wanted. I wanted. Fuckkkk!! My body flew over the edge twice as hard as before.

My pussy walls were clenching; my thighs quivered. I fell hard into the floor, losing control of my body, collapsing on my angel. I heard an almost animal groan coming from my mouth into my arm as I came and came. My mound was soaking wet. Oh wow....

I rolled over on to the floor, my eyes closed, my mouth still biting on to my forearm. Aftershocks kept hitting me and my hips would pulse upwards. I felt her hand tracing my stomach and without looking or opening my eyes, I shook my head, taking my arm from my mouth. "Please––" I struggled to breathe. "Let me––" Breath. "Come back to earth."

Ohhhhhh. What had she done to me?

Eventually, my heart slowed. I hadn't opened my eyes, but I could feel her lying next to me, not touching me as I had asked.

"Thank you," I said still out of breath.

She didn't say anything for a second. Then she quietly whispered, "You're welcome." I smiled. What else do you say? Did she think I was a freak, coming like that?

I slowly opened my eyes and saw something I will never forget. Her head was next to mine raised up by her elbow on the ground. She was looking at me with an emotion in her eyes I had never seen in another, but I had felt it before. It's how I used to look at my old partner before she left, when I thought the world had stopped for me. There was a tear rolling down her cheek, rolling through all the wetness on her face that I knew came from inside my body.

I looked at her.

Could I honor this emotion? Was I strong enough? Had Susana's heart chosen wisely? Where was she coming from that she could feel like this so quickly? About me?

"I lied to you," I said.

Her breath seemed to catch. Her cheeks turned crimson. I wondered what she thought I was going to say. Had her eyes gone to my hand looking for a ring?

"I told you 10 minutes."

"10 minutes?" she asked.

"I said in 10 minutes I'd show you spots you never knew you had."

"I remember."

I kissed her forehead, looked at her, and then kissed her cheek, a cheek covered in sweat and tears and the moisture that came from inside me.

"It's gonna take a lot more time."

Bisexual Party

Cordelia Chase walked quietly inside Angel Investigations. She walked until she came near Doyle's quarters. Alan Francis Doyle was a mystery to her. He was half human and half demon. His demonic half was known as the Brachen. The Brachen were fierce fighters and well-known shapeshifters. Doyle was the agent of the Powers That Be who helped Angel. Angel was the vampire with a soul who came to Los Angeles seeking redemption.

The good-guy vampire Angel was once known as the Scourge of Europe, back in his days as Angelus. Angel came to the small town of Sunnydale in California where he met Buffy Summers, the Slayer. The Slayer was the one woman in all the world born with the supernatural talent for tracking down and killing vampires. Angel and Buffy fell in love. Cordelia was friends with Buffy.

When high school ended, Cordelia went to Los Angeles and tried to become an actress. She found Angel there and they became friends. Now, she was helping him on his mission of redemption. Cordelia liked Angel but she also liked Doyle. This was the reason why she was spying on him right now. Cordelia snuck around and peered into the room. What she saw amazed her.

Angel was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed. He was getting serviced by a man. Doyle himself. Doyle was on his knees, sucking on Angel's cock. Doyle sucked his cock and licked his balls. Angel moaned in pleasure. Cordelia watched, shocked. She had always wondered about Angel. He was such a fine guy and yet, often, women left him cold. He didn't seem to like them all that much. Maybe he was bisexual. She had proof now. He was getting serviced by Doyle. Great, Doyle was either gay or bisexual himself. Cordelia couldn't believe it. She just watched as Doyle bent over on the bed and Angel came up behind him. Angel rubbed his cock against Doyle's butt and entered him with one firm thrust. Doyle moaned in pleasure. Angel held him by the hips and thrust into him, slamming his cock down that ass.

Cordelia watched as the two men went at it. The action was non-stop. She found herself oddly turned on by it. Angel was fucking Doyle's ass like he was drilling for gold. Doyle was screaming his head off as he got fucked. Angel slammed into him with energetic thrusts. Doyle jacked himself off as Angel fucked him. Angel and Doyle fucked for the better part of an hour and it ended with both men climaxing at the same time. It was awesome. Cordelia decided to get out of her hiding place as the two men lay on the bed, spent.

She wanted to get some. She hadn't had any sex in a long time. Angel clearly liked men but she knew that once he loved a girl named Buffy, maybe he wouldn't mind fucking a girl for a change. Maybe Doyle wouldn't mind some fish instead of the beef. If he was married and stayed married for a long time, he had to have some sexual attraction towards women. Bravely, Cordelia Chase stepped out of her hiding place.

"Can a girl get some of that?" she asked.

Angel and Doyle looked at her. They didn't seem surprised or embarassed.

"Ok." said Doyle. "If you want to get with us, we want both your holes." He looked at her. "Okay by you?"

Cordelia smiled, thrilled at the thought of two gorgeous men fucking her. "Sure." she said.

Angel stared at her. "Suck on this." he told her.

Cordelia knelt before him and obediently sucked his cock. She licked his balls and sucked on his dick. He slammed his cock down her throat. While sucking off Angel, Cordelia noticed Doyle coming up behind her. He caressed her sexy ass. "Nice." he told her.

Her mouth full of Angel's cock, Cordelia couldn't say anything. Doyle held her by the hips and entered her from behind with one firm thrust. Cordelia shook under the force of his thrusts. He slammed into her, hard and fast. Cordelia felt her hot pussy getting drilled by his hard cock and pushed back against him, driving him deeper inside her. He fucked her hard for a long time, then came inside her. At the same time, Angel came all over Cordelia's face and she drank all of his cum.

Angel positioned himself behind Cordelia. He caressed her smooth, sexy butt and then rubbed his cock against it. Cordelia purred and jiggled her sexy ass in anticipation. Meanwhile, underneath her, Doyle was thrusting into her pussy while firmly holding her by the hips. Angel rubbed his cock against Cordelia's pink little asshole, and pushed. Cordelia seemed to freeze when Angel's cock pushed into her asshole. He firmly grabbed her hips and thrust even further inside her.

Cordelia screamed as she experienced double penetration for the first time. The two men worked her up, slamming their hard cocks inside her holes and drilling into her sexy flesh. Cordelia was bouncing up and down on Doyle's cock while Angel thrust into her asshole. She felt like she was being torn in half but found the sensation overwhelmingly pleasurable. They went at it like this for quite some time before they exploded simultaneously inside her. They filled her pussy and asshole with their hot cum. Cordelia screamed as she climaxed.

They pulled out of her and she rolled on the bed for awhile before resting on her back. Her sexy body was covered with sweat. She looked at her lovers, the two gorgeous men who had brought her such pleasure. They were hot as hell. Great bodies. Great faces. Big Dicks. Sparkling personalities. Super powers. Those guys had it all. She told herself that it wouldn't be the last time they would all fuck each other's brains out like this. She never knew that such well-endowed men lived with her.

"Wanna go again?" she asked them. Cordelia looked at Angel and Doyle.

The vampire and the half-demon looked at each other and grinned. "Well, we're gonna need some lube." they said.

Cordelia grinned. "I know." She was gonna dazzle them with her insatiable sexual appetite. She had a feeling they were all gonna have so much fun together.

Note: you can tell I was bored...

The ship was silent and Simon sat alone. He was both physically and mentally exhausted. He had lost track of how long he been aboard Serenity evading the law with his sister. Nothing in his life had taught him to deal with this sort of existence. Even in an Alliance Hospital he still had adequate supplies and a home to go back to. Now he patches a crew of renegades with whatever is at hand and his room is tiny with only an uncomfortable bed to really call his own.

He sat at mess hall table (which due to the ramshackle nature of the crew also doubled as a briefing room) just enjoying the silence. His sister he had been assured would be with Zoë and Wash whilst they wandered the backwater planet on which they had landed. The rest of the crew had gone on a job and Inara was away on some far flung Alliance planet. Simon handed seemed wanted in either landing party, so he had offered to stay aboard to stay guard (although even he knew he wouldn't do much good if trouble arose.) He took his plate over to the sink when he heard Serenity huge airlock doors open and Kaylee's beautiful voice echo through the ship.

"Simon, hey there where 'bouts are you?" she called.

He half ran into the ships entrance desperate to see her face.

"Hi Kaylee" he called from rafters of the ships entrance. "what are you doing back?"

"Oh, capt'n didn't really need me and I just thought you could the company. Why aren't you happy to see me?" She said seemingly fearful of the response.

"No, no of course I am it's very thoughtful thank you Kaylee."

"No problem it's shiny."

Kaylee smiled a big beautiful smile and Simon's stomach jumped and bounded with an unexplainable happiness. His arms tingled and his heart pounded, she always had this effect on him. He stood silently then realised how long he had been intently staring at her and began to stammer out a sentence.

"Have you eaten... Erm I mean I can make you something... That is if you haven't... If you'd like."

She smiled that devastating smile again.

"Oh thanks Doc' but there was some cute little shops in the village market so I'm fine. Thanks for the offer though that was real kind."

Simon smiled awkwardly and pushed his hair back just so he had something to do with his hand.

"You can call me Simon, you know."

Kaylee seemed embarrassed this time and started to change the subject.

"Hope the Capt'n job goes well, I spent most of my cut at that market."

"On the meal?"

She giggled at the comment and indicated at the largish paper bag that she was carrying"

"No silly, they had the loveliest trinkets and dresses. I decided to treat myself."

"I can think of no one more deserving of a treat"

Kaylee's body didn't know what to make of this compliment and so giggled and blushed simultaneously.

"Can I see or..."

"Yeah, 'course Doc. But can we take them to my room. The cargo hold isn't exactly the best place for show and tell."

Simon agreed with this (mainly as excuse to get into Kaylee's room and they both set of. She seemed to be consumed with a childlike glee as she half danced to her room. Simon just followed behind marvelling at her.

When they arrived Simon stood in the doorway before being quickly told to sit down. Simon sat down on Kaylee's (decidedly more comfortable) bed and prepared to see what Kaylee had splashed out on. He loved being here it had an eclectic decoration with trinkets and strange objects that Kaylee had obviously collected from her travels around the world. Although the reason he loved it the most was it smelled so much like Kaylee, he took a deep breath and smiled at her.

"Well I got this..." she said handing him a golden waving cat. "They said it was lucky"

She didn't wait for a response simply handed him another object this was a hand crafted wooden necklace. He let it run through his fingers into his other hand and told her truthfully it would look beautiful on her. She smiled her beautiful smile and got back to her bag.

"...And finally" she said in a mock award ceremony voice, and pulled out a long flowing dress embossed with patterned jewels. "It was in a thrift stall but this was so shiny I had to have it. I'll never get to wear it not much call for engineers in dresses."

"Kaylee" Simon said solemnly. "It's gorgeous it'll look great on you any occasion."

"Would you like to see it on?" She asked sheepishly.

"Of course, I'll leave whilst you change."

Kaylee grinned and jokingly pushed Simon's shoulder, he was embarrassed at how far back he leaned with such little force.

"You can stay, just close your eyes"

So he did he lay back on Kaylee's bed and slowly closed his eyes, knowing what a beautiful sight he was missing. It seemed like an eternity of rustling clothes but finally she was ready.

"Open 'em up." she said brightly.

Simon didn't waste any time in sitting up and gasping at the stunning visage he saw in front of him. She stood in the middle of the room looking magnificent in the dress. Her hair cascaded clumsily onto her shoulders and her eyes shone with brightly happiness. He stood up and marvelled at her in her new outfit. It was too small a room to walk around so Simon gently took her hand to spin her in the dress. His eyes never left her body as she spun and when she returned and her hair settled around her shoulders it crowded her face. His hand still lay in hers but he took his other and brushed her silky brown from her pretty face and let it lay behind her ears. Their eyes met and seemed magnetically drawn, neither could move. Simon said the only thing that was racing through his mind.

"You are the most beautiful girl in the 'verse"

It was Simon who moved first, one hand in hers and the other rested gently on her face. He slowly moved in seeing Kaylee close her eyes as he was about to kiss her. When their lips finally touched it was electric. He softly rested his top lip above hers and slowly they shifted to allow each others tongues to enter their mouths. Simon slid his hand to the back of Kaylee's head and slipped his fingers through her flowing, silky hair. Kaylee threw her arms over Simon's shoulders and pulled him into a deeper kiss. Their tongues entwined and explored the others neither had ever felt such pleasure. The kiss lasted a blissfully long time with each becoming more daring and sliding their hands around each others bodies. Simon wrapped his hands around Kaylee's slender waist as she ran her fingers down his back.

Eventually Kaylee broke the kiss (much to Simon's disappointment) and gently pushed him onto the bed. Simon wasn't disappointed for long however as Kaylee slid her hand behind her back and slowly unzipped her new dress. Simon waited in anticipation as Kaylee let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it with only her underwear covering her gorgeous body. As Kaylee approached him, Simon lay back on the bed and began to unbutton his shirt. Kaylee straddled him, only a thin layer of fabric between her and Simon. She finished the last couple of buttons as Simons hands returned to her waist. Kaylee made the move this time and moved her pretty mouth to his.

Neither could now could now control their passion as Simon's hands explored her slender body. Sliding up her soft thighs to her perfectly round ass finally settling on the clasp of her bra which he quickly unhooked. This seemed to encourage Kaylee more as she moved her hand to his trousers beginning to unbuttoning them. Simon shifted his weight and when Kaylee was finished he began to slide them off, complete with his underwear. Once he was naked they resumed kissing again with new found ferocity. Simon could feel Kaylee's large breasts against his chest, her erect nibbles occasionally rubbing across his own. He was also aware of his penis resting against her pussy as she slowly but firmly ground into him. Simon could feel how hot and wet she was, Kaylee had obviously wanted this for as long as him.

After a while of exploring every inch of his body Kaylee stopped and began to remove her panties throwing them to the floor when she was finished. She was more than ready to give herself to him and slid her hand down, gently taking his penis into her hand. She smiled when he shivered with pleasure at her touch and slowly lowered her soft pussy onto him.

The both gasped with pleasure. Simon panted at how tight her pussy felt, Kaylee loved how he filled her completely. After adjusting themselves to the intense pleasure, Kaylee began to buck against him which Simon followed with long forceful thrusts. Simon sat up a little and began to slid his tongue expertly around Kaylee's perfect nipples sometimes taking the breast into his mouth. He payed each breast equal attention and massaged the other with his hand rubbing the nipple in between his finger tips. Kaylee responded to this by bucking more forcefully and frantically, tightly gripping the headboard of her bed. She gasped, her breath were shallow and displayed the pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. Simon thrusts slid deep inside of Kaylee as sweat dripped from his body.

Simon took his hand from Kaylee's breast and moved to her gorgeous face. They made eye contact and began to passionately kiss. Simon never broke contact from the kiss as he moved his hands to her hips and flipped Kaylee onto her back. He kept kissing her perfect lips feeling her soft tongue move around his month as he moved into her with renewed intensity. Kaylee wrapped her long sexy legs around his back and began to gasp out even louder almost screaming. This spurred Simon on, he moved his penis into her as deep as he could before pulling back till he was barely inside of her, teasing her. She tried to use her legs wrapped around her back to force him back into her but Simon resisted. He held for a few seconds before thrusting back inside of her causing her to scream loudly with pleasure.

Kaylee was incredibly close to Cumming and she began to kiss and gently bite Simon's shoulders and neck. Occasionally sliding her tongue all the way to his ear causing him to gasp with pleasure. Meanwhile Simon's hands roamed Kaylee's perfectly formed body, his touch was driving her wild. Her body began to shake and Kaylee's legs pulled Simon in tight as they could. Simon thrusting became long and forceful, he knew he was close and so he placed a hand on Kaylee's face and kissed her. As soon as their tongues met both lovers reached orgasm. Kaylee gripped the bed covers as Simon held her close. She felt her pussy being filled with cum as her own orgasm still rocked her body Simon keeping her held tight.

They lay like that for a while holding each other whilst trying regain some of their energy. Both of them lay against each other gasping and aware of each others bodies against them. Simon began to run his fingers through her hair and arched his body so that he could she her beautiful face. She looked stunning and serene, her eyes showed the exhaustion that he himself felt. He smiled unable to find words to explain how he felt, Kaylee smiled back and put her hands to Simon's face feeling the heat radiate from him she moved forward and gently kissed his chest.

ALTON, Illinois (AP) -- Banished to the basement, the 29-year-old mother with a childlike mind and another baby on the way had little more than a thin rug and a mattress to call her own on the chilly concrete floor. Dorothy Dixon ate what she could forage from the refrigerator upstairs, where housemates used her for target practice with BBs, burned her with a glue gun and doused her with scalding liquid that peeled away her skin.

They torched what few clothes she had, so she walked around naked. They often pummeled her with an aluminum bat or metal handle.

Dixon -- six months pregnant -- died after weeks of abuse. Police have charged two adults, three teenagers and a 12-year-old boy with murder in the case that has repulsed many in this Mississippi River town.

"This is heartbreaking," police Lt. David Hayes said. "It was almost as though they were making fun of the abuse they were administering. This woman was almost like living in a prison."

Investigators put much of the blame on Michelle Riley, 35, who they said befriended Dixon but pocketed monthly Social Security checks she got because of her developmental delays.

Dixon saw little, if any, of the money, Hayes said. For months she weathered the torment to keep a roof over her head and that of her year-old son, who weighed just 15 pounds when taken into state custody after his mom’s death.

"I’ve never seen an almost conspiratorial effort by a group of people to continuously torture someone until she finally died, then not really show any remorse," Hayes said. "It was just a slow, torturous, tragic way to die. I highly doubt Dorothy Dixon even knew she was dying."

Riley, 43-year-old Judy Woods and three teenagers, including Riley’s 15-year-old daughter, LeShelle McBride, are charged with first-degree murder, aggravated and heinous battery, intentional homicide of an unborn child, and unlawful restraint. Riley’s 12-year-old son is charged as a juvenile.

Riley, her daughter, Woods and 16-year-old Benny Wilson have public defenders who did not immediately return messages for comment. An 18-year-old defendant, Michael Elliott, planned to get his own attorney, court records show.

All remain in jail on $1 million bond.

Messages left with a Chicago-area sister of Dixon went unreturned, but neighbors, Hayes and newspaper accounts offer a mosaic of the months leading to Dixon’s demise inside the small, white, blue-shuttered house.

Riley and Dixon, police said, had lived in Quincy, a Mississippi River town about 100 miles north of St. Louis, Mo. Quincy is where Riley worked as a coordinator for a regional center that helps the developmentally disabled with housing and other services. Dixon was a client.

For years, an impoverished Riley struggled raising her children. Her use of methamphetamine and cocaine brought drug convictions in 2002 and 2004. But with treatment and housing help from the Quincy YWCA, Riley put her life in order -- so much that in February of last year, the Quincy Herald-Whig did a story on her comeback.

Last summer, Dixon and Riley moved into the $800-a-month, three-bedroom rental in Alton about 15 miles north of St. Louis. From the start, neighbors Chad Hudson and Terri Brandt considered Riley trouble.

"Michelle was evil, vindictive. Manipulative," said Hudson, convinced the teenagers were Riley’s powerless minions.

"She was angry, vicious," added Brandt.

Riley considered Dixon her slave, making her rub Riley’s feet until Riley fell asleep and forcing her to run naked around the house when she got in trouble, the neighbors said.

"Being in their house was like being in a prison day room," Hudson said. "They just sat around the kitchen table and fought."

There was little question that Riley ruled the roost.

While doing fix-ups on the home last fall, landlord Steve Atkins saw Riley "barking orders" at the children and everyone else. Atkins joked to her whether he needed to call the Army and see if they wanted their drill sergeant back.

"She didn’t laugh about it at all," Atkins said. "Obviously, I hit a nerve."

Atkins said Dixon generally kept to herself "but was always nice when she spoke to you." He saw no hints she’d been suffering or tortured.

"I would have never, ever suspected something like this," he said. "It’s definitely shocking."

Police said Dixon was allowed out of the house but didn’t say under what conditions. Hayes didn’t know who the father of Dixon’s fetus is.

Hayes said things apparently came to a head Jan. 30, when investigators believe that Woods, during a dispute, beat Dixon on the head with an object Hayes wouldn’t identify. The next day Woods found her dead.

Hayes watched the autopsy and found her injuries disturbing. X-rays revealed roughly 30 BBs lodged in her. Deep-tissue burns covered about one-third of her body -- her face, her chest, her arms and feet -- and left her severely dehydrated. Her face and body showed signs of prolonged abuse. Many of her wounds were infected.

None of the injuries, Hayes said, proved singly fatal to Dixon. Her system already was taxed by her unborn baby.

"The autopsy sort of indicates her immune system just shut down," he said. "It was not capable of fending off any more."

In the rental home’s basement, Atkins said, he found spots of blood in a shower and tiny smears on the concrete floor, washer and dryer.

"It’s disgraceful the way this girl died, as kind and as sweet as this girl was," he said. "She didn’t deserve to die the way she did. It’s just terrible, senseless. It’s just a total shame

link: http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/03/21/torture.slaying.ap/index.html