Chapter 6

I was flying high and fast over the rugged canyon country of Utah, heading for home after spending a couple of hours in Las Vegas, Nevada this afternoon. I kind of like Vegas. No, not for the neon and the glitz. But it's certainly more fun being here than staying at home and doing my homework. It's less than half an hour's flight away at a nice leisurely Mach two pace. If I was really in a hurry I could probably do it in under a minute, though I've never needed to try it that fast.

Even though I wasn't twenty-one yet, I had an ID that lets me get into the casinos and the bars. I had to admit, the thought of playing blackjack when I could see the dealer's hole card was intriguing. Or poker, when I could see all of the hands. Unfair, but intriguing nonetheless. Maybe someday if I ever needed the money I might have to give it a shot. Though it probably would be quicker and easier, even if messier, to just break into a bank vault and take what I needed. Or to just hijack an armored car.

Though today, as usual, I hadn't been in Las Vegas to gamble, nor had I been there to drink. And I wasn't looking for Elvis, either.

The city never sleeps. I could pick up a man at any hour of the day or night. Though of course I always let the man think he's picking me up, it's more enjoyable and he tends to last a little longer that way. And of course I don't have to worry about anybody from school recognizing me here. Though I don't wear my hair quite the same way here as I do at home. Nor do I wear the same types of clothes. And I don't just take the first offer that comes along. No, I always check the men out first. But they're all so weak and so soft. It's so frustrating.

Unfortunately most of those liaisons, like this afternoon's, leave me quite unsatisfied and wishing for more. Oh, it had started out fun enough. Lunch was nice, even though I had turned down the offered drinks. I hadn't turned down his invitation to go on up to his room with him. He had been an above-average kisser. He had also loved my breasts. And he had known how to express that. Oh did he ever! Even if it had been limited to merely Terran expressions, his enthusiastic efforts hadn't even begun to tickle me.

But when he finally 'forced' my legs apart and gotten between them, I had to relax my inner muscles so much just to let him enter me, that I wasn't getting anything at all out of it. I could hardly feel him inside of me. He seemed to be getting quite a bit out of it, though. These men just didn't know the first thing about pleasing a Velorian. Oh, it was so frustrating!

After about a minute of his ineffectual thrusting I lifted his body off of mine and laid him on his back next to me on the big king-sized bed. He looked a little surprised until I straddled and mounted him. His look changed completely when I took his wrists and moved his hands up to my breasts.

That was a little better, now I was in control. I tightened my inner muscles a bit. Just a very little bit. At least now I could feel him inside me. My powerful legs moved my body up and down. He moaned and thrashed under me, his hands never leaving my breasts. The breasts that he loved so much.

But that still wasn't enough. Even though he was squeezing my soft breasts with all of the strength in his hands, it just wasn't enough. With my right hand I grasped his left wrist, moving his hand to my left breast. With both of his hands on one breast, that was a little better. But still not enough. My right hand began to caress my right breast, gently at first, only applying a couple of hundred pounds of pressure. Still, my fingers were dimpling in my soft flesh much more than his fingers were doing to my other breast. I gradually started increasing the pressure, still not using all of my strength but I was squeezing my soft breast with enough force to completely pulverize steel. The contrast between his soft feather-soft caresses and my own firmer efforts felt so good, I could feel my climax approaching.

But before I could reach my climax he shuddered and shot his load into me. I tried to keep on going, but I couldn't keep him erect. I gently unmounted him, not wanting to crush him between my legs. Good, I hadn't been too rough with him, though I could already see the light bruising of his hips, where my legs and hips had been battering him.

When he recovered his breath he told me that it was the best he'd ever experienced. They all tell me that. Some of them ask me to go with them when they go home, wherever that may be. Some even start spouting nonsense about marriage. I told him that I was flattered. He kissed me then went to sleep. Typical male! He'd gotten his pleasure out of it, and now he didn't care whether I got mine or not. Oh, it was so frustrating!

Usually at this time I grab my clothes and fly up to find a secluded spot on the hotel roof. There I can let my fingers finish the job his soft body had just started. This time I just packed my clothes in my special heat-resistant handbag and leaped off of the balcony a hundred feet above the street, starting to fly home.

Oh, if only any of these men could really pleasure me! Oh, they try, most of them. But their soft frail Terran flesh is no match for my enthusiasm, my passion, my Velorian body. Sure, it's not their fault that they don't know how to please a Supremis woman. But still, it was so frustrating!

Over the rugged Utah canyon country I saw a fire down below. Fires are generally not a 'good thing' up here in the back country. I focused in a little closer. Okay, it's campfire. At the end of a narrow steep-walled canyon. It was being tended by three people. No, there was a fourth one, a man came out of the trees to join the others; I guessed that he had a little 'personal business' to take care of, he was still zipping up his pants as he rejoined the others. I looked a little closer. All men. Big men. I looked around a bit more. Aha! Four motorcycles lined up under the trees. Empty cans. More cans. A biker gang having a little beer party out in the wilderness. There was nobody else around. I may be able to have a little fun after all; the trip might not be a total waste.

I remembered the stories Mom had told me of the time, long before she had met Steve, when she had gone undercover while on a case and joined a biker gang. Joined it in every way.

When Mom says that she went undercover, she means that she went under the covers. Though on this case it had been mostly sleeping bags and bedrolls, or else just out in the open.

She told me that she had enjoyed being a biker babe. Not just the 'biker' part, but the 'babe' part as well. Especially since that gang had far more men in it than women.

Maybe I could be the 'babe' to this group of bikers.

The frustrations from tonight's encounter in Vegas came pouring back. Maybe the four of them could do something about it; something that only one man hadn't been able to do. Maybe quantity could lead to quality.

I told myself that I would be gentler with this group than I had been with the first biker gang that I had encountered.

I landed in the trees just out of sight of them. I couldn't wear the same clothes I had been wearing in Vegas; that would look too out of place here. Fortunately I had a white tee shirt and a pair of denim shorts with me. I quickly put them on.

I stumbled out of the trees towards the fire. Sobbing, I told them that my boyfriend had lost control of his jeep, that he had hit his head, that he's not moving, could one of them please go for a doctor, that my boyfriend's not moving, could somebody get a doctor, that.... In the meantime I was spreading my pheromones, even though I was outdoors, hoping for the right response.

And I got it; my pheromones seldom let me down. One of them stood up and walked over to me, towering over me. He was almost as big as Steve was. He took my arm, saying, "Sure babe, we'll help you. It sounds like you need yourself a new boyfriend." He laughed uproariously at his little joke.

The others quickly joined his laughter. One of them called out, "Maybe four, huh?" as they all stood up and walked over, surrounding me. As they got closer, my pheromones affected them more.

I stopped my sobbing as I let my expression go to surprise and then terror. "No! You've got to help me! My boyfriend's back there..." I said, 'beating' on the nearest chest with my small fists, trying to put on a show for their benefit. I had to be so careful to not drive my fists right through his frail male body.

As a knife started slicing my tee shirt open a voice called out, "We'll help you, babe. Won't we, boys?" There was more masculine laughter as another knife began to slice open my shorts. There were a few whistles as they realized that I was not wearing a bra under my shirt nor any panties under my shorts. I had to be very careful. I didn't want to give these guys any wrong ideas by breaking their tempered steel knife blades against my soft smooth skin.

It didn't take them long to 'force' me on to my back. I resumed my sobbing. One of them cuffed me around the mouth, "Quit yer crying. You got four new boyfriends now." I had to roll with his blows so that he wouldn't break his hand against my jaw.

For the next two hours I endured their feeble efforts. These men just didn't know how to please a Supremis woman. Heck, they probably didn't even know how to please a Terran woman; they were only interested in pleasing themselves. The quantity didn't translate into quality. It was just more of the same soft Terran male flesh that had always been so frustrating.

I couldn't take any more of this! I needed satisfaction! I needed relief! NOW!

I threw the current biker off of me, tossing him down onto his back. He tried to resist as I straddled and mounted him. But once he realized what I was doing he quit resisting. His comrades encouraged us on as I brought his hands up to fondle my breasts.

My inner muscles squeezed harder. My legs pumped harder and faster. I knew that I was causing him some pain but I didn't care, I continued pumping harder and faster. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me, as deep inside of me as I could get him. He started trying to push me off. I took his hands and placed them back on my breasts, holding them there. As I pressed his hands harder against my soft breasts his fragile fingers broke. His buddies mistook his cries of pain for cries of ecstasy; they simply cheered him on.

Finally I was starting to feel something. Then I felt something totally different as his hips crumbled under mine, as the bones shattered with loud cracks.

It didn't take the others long to react. They got to their feet and started running for their bikes. Two of them were actually screaming as they ran.

I wasn't about to let them get away. Not when I still had some unfinished business to take care of. Definitely unfinished, and definitely needing taking care of. "Oh no you don't!" I told them as I raced ahead of them to their bikes. "I'm just getting started. I can't let my new boyfriends leave me just yet." I grabbed the base of the nearest tree. It wasn't a big tree, less than two feet thick. Putting my arms around the tree I lifted, uprooting it and using it to knock the row of bikes down. I then laid the tree down on top of the bikes. "Okay, who's next?" I asked, turning and walking towards them, smiling my most seductive smile and putting a bounce into my step, making my breasts jiggle.

My smile must not have been seductive enough. Or my firm breasts weren't jiggling enough. They started backing away from me, their eyes bouncing between their ruined bikes and my naked body. As I kept walking and bouncing towards them they broke, running away as fast as their feeble legs could carry them.

A short flight, three quick swoops, and I collected them in my arms. I took them back to their bikes. I ripped the drive chain from one of the bikes and used it to tie their ankles together. I removed what clothes they hadn't removed while they had been 'raping' me. "I asked, who's next?" No answer, as they continued to stare at my naked body. "Okay then, I'll just start with the smallest and work my way up," I told them as I reached for the smallest of them.

Small is a relative term. He had at least three inches and sixty pounds on me. If he had been a bit cleaner he wouldn't have been that bad looking. He might also have been the youngest of the group, perhaps about twenty-five. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him gently against my body, not wanting to hurt him.

I felt my breasts flatten slightly against his muscular chest as I held him more tightly, his knee rubbing against my crotch. Despite his earlier fear his manhood was throbbing against my lower stomach. I also felt his hands as they moved to my ass and began squeezing. Maybe I would be able to enjoy this after all. I rested my head on his shoulder as I closed my eyes.

As I tightened my embrace I felt his ribs beginning to bend. I kept squeezing; the feel of his body was so exciting, almost intoxicating. I felt and heard his ribs snap, but it didn't register. I was totally oblivious while his spine snapped as I pushed his shoulder blades into the remains of his chest as his body collapsed. I squeezed my thighs to try to press his knee harder up against my hungry crotch. I continued to be frustrated as his leg dissolved between mine, his thigh snapping audibly before all resistance simply melted away. I still wanted more. I gently ran my fingers down his torso, not realizing that I was fracturing his lower spine. I held his hips tightly against mine. I hugged him tighter as his hips shattered.

Finally I felt some real pressure against my crotch. Something much harder than the body I had felt earlier stroked my mound before entering my slit. Finally a man hard enough to really enter me! It stroked harder and faster than I had imagined a man was capable of doing. Oh, yes!

With a start I realized that it wasn't a man I had been feeling. My fingers had gone right through the man's hips until they had reached my sex. I quickly opened my eyes. Instead of a man making love to me, I saw a crushed and distorted body hanging in my arms. I opened my arms and the dead man fell into the formless heap of a rag doll, in a pool of his own blood.

With my frustrations mounting, I reached for the second man. Wrapping an arm around his neck I pressed his face against my breast, being careful not to crush his skull against my softest flesh. My other hand slid down his stomach until it closed around his manhood. I slid my hand smoothly up and down his manhood, being very careful not to hurt him.

No! This wasn't enough! I had to have him! I relaxed my inner muscles and pulled him into me, spreading my legs apart and holding him in my arms. My inner muscles tightened as I felt him going in deeper and deeper. He struggled to get free, but my inner muscles were holding him too tightly for him to move. Since he didn't have the strength to move his own manhood in my tight embrace, I used my arms to lift his body up and down, using his whole body as a large dildo, stroking him faster and deeper into my hungry body.

I only knew that I want more, I NEEDED more. I didn't notice that every time I lifted him up that my soft breasts were bending and then crushing his ribs. Finally I lifted him up so hard that his hips collapsed as his lower body crushed into my sex. His large male body was unable to withstand my female strength, his male body unable to satisfy my female hunger.

I still needed more. I reached for the last, and largest, biker. He was even bigger than Steve was, and almost as muscular. With one hand I tossed him onto his back. Before he could react I was astride him, relaxing my inner muscles as I slid down his throbbing manhood. Despite his fear my pheromones had kept him aroused, as it had the rest of them.

Gripping him harder I started pumping my legs. He screamed and struggled to get free. I ignored his puny efforts. He struck me as hard as he could with his huge fists. His hardest blows bounced off my chest, their only effect was to make my large breasts bounce even more.

I felt his throbbing manhood deep inside of me, but I was gripping him much too tightly for his soft flesh to move very far within me. I was only vaguely aware that I was lifting his entire body each time that I raised myself up, my legs and my inner muscles alone lifting almost three hundred pounds. With a loud crack his entire body shattered as I slammed him down onto the hard ground. I kept pumping until his fragile male body just melted away.

I still was not satisfied. I wanted more. I NEEDED more. Their manhoods just weren't hard enough to satisfy me. I reached over to one of the bikes and ripped the frame apart with just my bare hands, the metal screaming in protest as a twist of my wrists tore the frame apart. I took the chromed-steel tube and thrust it deep inside of me, replacing the soft male flesh. I felt the sharp splinters bending against my softest parts as I slid the tube in even further. Oh, that felt SO good! I closed my eyes as a low cry of pleasure escaped my lips.

I finally felt something hard enough inside me as I stroked the tube in and out with one hand, the tube bending and deforming as it encountered my inner muscles, even this most soft part of my body proving to be far harder than the hard metal. My other hand found one of my nipples, gently squeezing it with only about twice the force that I had used to tear the frame apart.

I stroked the tube inside of me faster and faster. As I tightened my inner muscles the tube continued to deform. Even the hard metal wasn't hard enough! The metal began to melt from the friction and the pressure. My fingers went right through the softening metal, finally reaching my clit to replace the soft gentle touch of the metal. As I continued stroking myself I finally achieved release, my body bucking hard enough to crack, then shatter the rocks underneath me. My climaxes continued one after another in rapid succession. Oh, yes! OH YES!

As I finally came down from my peak I gradually realized where I was. With a start I saw the bodies next to me. The horror dawned on me. What had I done? I had just killed three, no four; I saw the other body back by the campfire, men. And for what? Their only crime was that their soft male bodies hadn't been able to satisfy my female desires, my needs, my hunger, my lusts. And all after I had told myself to be gentle with their fragile male bodies.

With a heavy heart I laid their bodies on the wreckage of their bikes. A burst of heat vision exploded all four of the gas tanks, creating the funeral pyre. Now it might appear as though all four of them had ridden off the cliff above, their bodies and bikes shattered in the fall, the bodies and clothes burned by the fire. At least if you didn't look too closely.

I gathered my bag and prepared to fly home when a metallic flash caught my eye. I took a closer look. There was a burned-out pickup truck with a camper shell at the base of the cliff about twenty yards away. I approached to investigate. It looked like a fresh accident. As I continued to look closer, I saw a man's body, smashed and burned, in the front seat. But the car keys were still in his pocket. He certainly hadn't driven off of the cliff.

I flew up to the top of the cliff. I saw the tire marks. I saw several sets of footprints. Yes, the car had been pushed off the cliff. Continuing to look around, I found four sets of motorcycle tracks. Looking back down the canyon, I saw that they matched the tire tracks down below. The BASTARDS!

Then I found the body. This one was a woman, probably the wife, or maybe girlfriend, of the driver. No, definitely the wife, her wedding band matched that of the dead man down below. Her clothes had been ripped off. I saw some traces of blood and other fluids between her legs. The DOUBLE BASTARDS! Obviously I hadn't been their first rape victim today.

Then I found the other body, this one a smaller one. Much smaller. A young girl, probably the couple's daughter, she couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen. She too had been stripped and raped. The TRIPLE BASTARDS!

My sorrow at having killed four innocent people quickly evaporated. How innocent were they, to have raped those two? One of them just a child! And three murders? I still felt sorrow, but only for the three innocent lives that the bikers had taken. And more than a little regret that I had probably given them the best sex of their lives, even as I had killed them in the process.

As I flew home some not-so-pleasant memories came back. Memories of my earliest sexual experiences, sexual experiences with men. As unpleasant as they had been for me, they had been even more unpleasant for some of my partners. Even for those who had managed to survive the experience.

At least until the two in Los Angeles, who had helped me learn how to control myself.

After that fiasco with Steve, where I had all but raped him, I withdrew into a shell. That had been such a bummer. Totally uncool! A teenage girl had forced her professional football player stepdad onto his back despite his struggles and ripped his clothes off and was about to rape him. And I had been that seventeen year old virgin. That had been totally uncool! Not the virgin part; though that was uncool. That was just a matter of time, however. But the rape part! That was totally uncool!

I was very careful not to get into any sexually charged situations. At least with Terran men, training sessions with Mom didn't count. I didn't even go out with George for a couple of weeks. And certainly no wrestling, with either Steve or with George.

George kept asking me whether there was something wrong. Or whether there was somebody else in my life. I told him that I just needed some time by myself, that I was not seeing somebody else. I mean, I couldn't tell him that I had been on the verge of raping a man twice my size. Especially when that man was my stepdad. And I certainly was not seeing anyone else, I would be afraid of what I might do to him.

Well, I was seeing Danny, but that didn't exactly count. He had flunked his math class in middle school and was now going to summer school to make up for it. I was helping him with his homework. I wasn't doing his homework for him, but I'd check his work and guide him towards the correct answers.

And he'd help me with the yard work. Though he'd probably have helped me with it even if I hadn't been helping him with his math. He just liked being with me when I wore a tank top and a pair of shorts. But he never laid a hand on me. He was probably too scared to do so. And he was too busy just looking. After all he wasn't about to mess with Steve's daughter.

And I certainly didn't want to give him the opportunity to get in trouble. I was careful to keep my pheromones in check when I was around him and avoided doing anything too suggestive. Though just being in the same yard with me was probably suggestive enough for him, his hormones were almost as overactive as mine were.

And it wasn't like George didn't know about Danny. We had occasionally helped him with his homework during the past two years. Though Danny's continual mooning over me embarrassed George more than it did me. But all three of us knew that there was nothing serious there. After all, Danny wasn't even a teenager yet.

At least I hoped that Danny knew it. He certainly wouldn't admit to it, however.

Oh, it was SO frustrating! Not to feel a man's arms around me, not to be able to put my arms around a man. To hold him tight, well, at least a Terran tight, not even a Velorian tight.

I finally decided to come out of my shell, to have another go at it. But not with George, nor with any of my school friends. I didn't want to risk hurting anybody I knew. Or worse. I knew what my body was capable of doing when I used my strength. I wanted to try not using my strength.

That Friday evening I went by myself to see a movie at the IMAX theater at the Museum of Natural History in Denver. I flew out there and landed behind some trees across the parking lot from the main entrance. Afterwards I wasn't in a particular hurry to go home. It would be another half an hour before the bus came, if I chose to take the slow way home. After the show I started walking across the city park towards the zoo, even though it was closed for the night.

As I was walking across the park I heard some voices and a lot of laughter. I angled over in that direction. It was a bunch of kids having a party. A quick headcount told me that there were more boys than girls there, maybe I could get one of the boys to pay some attention to me. And maybe a little something else afterwards.

Sure enough, one of them saw me coming and invited me to join them. He offered me a can of beer out of an ice chest.

"Sorry, I don't drink." Even though alcohol wouldn't affect me, at least if I wasn't wearing gold, Mom and Steve wouldn't let me drink booze yet.

"No problem. How about this?" He put the beer back in the ice chest and offered me a can of Coke instead. I accepted. I noticed that he also had a Coke in his hand instead of a beer. He was a tall lanky boy, a bit taller than George was and almost as skinny. And not too bad looking. Blond hair, a bit darker than mine. Eyes almost as blue as mine. We could almost have passed for brother and sister.

A few more kids came drifting in. A few also drifted out. In pairs, I noticed. Finally, as the party was beginning to break up, the boy next to me asked if he could drive me home.

"I'm not in a hurry to go anywhere in particular," I told him, with just a hint of a smile.

He wasn't stupid, he caught the hint. "Would you like to take a walk?" he asked.

"Sure, why not." I had been sitting on my ass way too much tonight, I don't move around too much while watching a movie.

We strolled around. We weren't even across the parking lot before he had my hand in his. I was very careful not to squeeze his hand too hard. By the time we got to the other side of the park our arms were around each other. He then guided me towards the line of bushes bordering the park. I could take a pretty good guess as to what he wanted to show me there. And what he wanted me to show him.

When we got to the bushes I started to push him down to the ground. He surprised me by resisting. I prepared to push a bit harder when he told me, "No, not out here, it's too cold." Damn! Just because it wasn't too cold for me doesn't mean it wasn't too cold for him. I kept forgetting just how frail these guys are. "Just a block further," he said, again taking my hand in his.

He led me into the apartment building at the end of the block. Fishing a key out of his pocket, he opened a door and waved me on in. "Wow! You've got your own bachelor pad?"

"Um, no. This belongs to a friend, he's out of town for the weekend, and I'm kinda house-sitting for him."

I didn't remember which one of us pushed the other one down to the carpet. I did remember that he got my blouse off before I got his shirt off. I did get his shirt off before he undid my bra. From there it was no race. As he kissed and suckled my breasts I just lay there on the soft plush carpet, trying to feel his efforts. I raised my hips so he could slide my jeans down my legs. He removed my shoes and I kicked my jeans off. Oh so slowly he pulled my panties down. When he got me completely naked he knelt down between my legs. He unbuckled his belt and let his jeans fall down to his knees. His shorts soon followed.

I pulled him down on top of me. My lips found his. My tongue soon found his. It had been so long since I had kissed a boy like this. My arms were around him holding him tight. Still a Terran tight rather than a Velorian tight. Mmm, it felt SO good!

He started working his way down until he was suckling my breasts again. His feather-light caresses almost tickled. Still, it felt good. I concentrated on feeling his caresses. Mmm, that was getting better!

All too soon he stopped and tried to enter me. But he couldn't, he wasn't hard enough. Or maybe I wasn't soft enough. I tried to relax, to soften myself down there, but he still couldn't get himself into me.

"No, not yet," I told him as I pulled his head back down to my breasts. He didn't seem to mind too much; his mouth and hands continued to explore my body. Oh yes! I wrapped my arms around him again. OH YES! I was about to wrap my legs around him. No, I couldn't do that; my legs were much too strong. I contented myself with having just my arms wrapped very loosely around him.

I pulled him back up to my face. My tongue resumed its exploration of his mouth. A very gentle exploration, I certainly didn't want to knock out any of his teeth. His tongue explored my mouth. OH YES!

Suddenly he drew his mouth back from mine, and then went limp. I snapped my eyes open. I saw a look of pain frozen on his face. I immediately snapped my arms open. I lifted him off of my body and laid him down on the carpet beside me. He wasn't moving. Then I noticed that he was still breathing and that his heart was still beating, he was just unconscious. There were bruises starting to form on his back where my arms had been holding him too tightly. I rolled him over. There were two additional bruises where his chest had been pressed against my soft breasts. I looked a little deeper. Oh no! Two of his ribs were broken. There was some slight internal bleeding, but his heart and lungs seemed to be fine.

I quickly found the telephone and called for an ambulance. I didn't know the address, but they were able to get it from the phone number I read off of the phone. I didn't give them my name. I put my clothes back on. When the ambulance arrived at the front of the building a few minutes later I slipped out the back door and flew home.

But I didn't go straight home. I needed do something first. There! Down below me was an office building, the tallest one for blocks around. This being a Friday night, the building was sure to be all but deserted. I landed on the roof. I quickly took off my clothes. Lying on the roof I let my fingers finish what he had started. Nearly an hour later I was finally ready to go home.

Oh what am I to do! I had thought I was being careful to be gentle. We had just barely gotten started and yet I had hurt him. Fortunately I had managed to stop before hurting him too badly, just two broken ribs.

Him! I didn't even know his name; we hadn't even bothered to exchange names. I couldn't even phone or write to him to apologize for what I had done.

The next weekend I resumed going out with George. But no 'wrestling' afterwards. We would just sit together on the couch, kissing and cuddling. I didn't say anything to him about my 'one-night stand' after the IMAX movie.

I didn't even tell Mom about it. I wanted to, I really did. But I just couldn't bring myself to mention it, no matter how much hot chocolate we had.

Later during the summer Mom and I went to Southern California for a week while Steve was at a Broncos mini-camp. Okay, I knew that at seventeen I was kind of old for this, but this was my first time to Disneyland. At least I didn't buy myself a Mickey hat. And I didn't let Mom buy me one, either. Of course there were other things to see and do in and around Los Angeles. Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Rodeo Drive. Though Mom wouldn't take me inside the Frederick's of Hollywood or the Victoria's Secret, telling me to wait until I turned eighteen.

And the beaches, we didn't have too many beaches in Colorado. Not like this. And the guys on the beaches! Even Mom's eyes wandered a bit as we strolled along the beach. The guys' eyes also wandered quite a bit, from me to Mom and back and forth.

I was taller and slimmer, while she was more, well, rounded. For Southern California my golden hair was an advantage, but she put this little 'bounce' into her step, making various parts of her body, well, bounce around a bit. That was one more thing I was going to have to get her to teach me, that little 'bounce'.

We certainly didn't look like a mother and her daughter. We certainly didn't act like it, either.

I had given up working on my tan the previous year. Since my manifestation my skin had developed a permanent all-over golden-bronze tan. But now tanning lamps and even the thin-air sunlight of the Colorado mountains had no appreciable effect on my color. At least I didn't have to worry about tan lines now, no matter what I wore. Or didn't wear. Mom had told me that I'd probably have to practically fly through the corona of the sun if I wanted to get a darker tan. That was okay, the one I did have was dark enough.

This morning we got ourselves invited into a little volleyball on the beach. We were careful not to show off our athletic abilities too much. Still, it was a lot of fun to be able to jump higher than even the tallest guys to spike the ball and to block their spikes. We were also careful not to spike too hard; we didn't want to bury the ball in the sand, or even worse, in somebody's body.

After a couple of games Mom and I headed back to the hotel for lunch. On the way, we came across an empty basketball court, with a couple of basketballs lying around. I picked up one of the balls and jumped across the court to dunk it. "Hey, Mom! How about a little one-on-one?"

She laughed and waved it off. "No way, Julie! I know better than to play basketball against someone who can fly."

"C'mon, Mom. I won't fly. I promise." I picked up the ball and jumped straight up, dunking it again.

"But you're too tall for me. You need to give me a handicap." She thought about it for a second. Then she looked around. Seeing no one in sight, she put her hands on her white shirt and started to pull it off over her head. She wasn't wearing a top under it! All she had on underneath was her white lace bottom.

Then she picked up a basketball and began dribbling it. Oh great! That was a handicap. Now I was going to have to keep my eyes on three bouncing globes, not just one. I was tempted to return the favor when she shook her chest, completely distracting me, and then jumped completely over my head, dunking the ball with both hands.

It really wasn't a great game, at least not from a pure basketball standpoint. After all, either of us could dunk the ball with the other one hanging around her neck. Or hanging on to her breasts. It was quite a physical game. Steve would probably have found it much more physical than any football game he had ever been in. No, he would definitely have found it much more physical than any mere football game.

It was definitely a full-contact sport the way we played it. And the contact was definitely distracting. We called the game a tie while we were both still mostly vertical.

At lunch I found out that this vacation wasn't all vacation, at least not for Mom. This afternoon she was meeting with some people at the FBI offices downtown. Wearing just my white bikini, I left our oceanfront hotel and went back down to the beach for some more, well, sightseeing. We sure didn't have guys like this back home! At least not this many in one place at one time or dressed this lightly. I definitely didn't have to use my tachyon vision to enjoy the scenery here.

As I strolled along the beach I realized that I wasn't the only one enjoying the scenery. It was very flattering. An awful lot of the guys I passed seemed to consider me a sight worth seeing.

It soon became more than just flattering, I wanted to do more than just see and be seen. I started feeling a little warmth between my legs. I started jogging. A nice easy jog, not too much faster than the other joggers. The feeling between my legs didn't go away, rather, it intensified as my thighs rubbed against each other. I picked up the pace a bit, now a world-class sprinter would have some trouble keeping up with me. Soon I was beyond the populated part of the beach. Finding myself alone, I picked up the pace even more, until I was doing nearly eighty miles per hour. That was still an easy jog for me, though Mom wouldn't have been able to keep up with me.

Oops, there was a house up ahead, set into the trees. I slowed down to a 'normal' jog. There was a young man in front of the house, working out with some weights. He was not bad looking. In fact he was quite a hunk! A quick look inside the house told me that he was alone and apparently eligible, no signs of women's clothes.

I jogged a little further and stopped to lean against a tree, pretending to catch my breath. He noticed me coming. "Enjoying your jog?" he asked as I pretended to gulp down air.

"I just stopped to enjoy the scenery," I told him. He was only wearing a pair of shorts; I could enjoy the scenery without using my tachyon vision. He was not quite as big as Steve was, but his young body was every bit as chiseled.

"The sunset is behind you," he said, without moving his eyes from me.

"That's not the scenery I'm enjoying," I told him with a smile. Not my best smile yet, I was saving that for later, while hoping that there would be a 'later'.

"From where I stand, that's not the best scenic sight, either," he said, returning my smile.

Well, one thing led to another and he invited me to join him on the porch for some orange juice, and the sunset. Neither of us drank much of the orange juice, though. We didn't look at the sunset much, either. I did make sure to give him some of my pheromones, however.

After the sunset I gave him my best smile, took his hand, and led him into his own house. He didn't resist.

Once inside, he led me to his bedroom and pushed me down onto his bed. Now I was the one not resisting. I pulled him down next to me and he began kissing me. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back. His large strong hands caressed my body. Mmm, it almost tickled. Almost before I knew it he had removed my bikini top and had begun suckling my breasts. Mmm! The soft feather-like caresses of his large hands felt SO wonderful!

His hands moved lower down my body and removed my bikini bottom. I reciprocated by removing his shorts. He kissed me again and held me tight. I put my arms around him and held him very gently. I didn't want to hurt him. I was keenly aware that despite his size and muscles, his Terran male body was no match for my Velorian female strength. I had to remember to be very gentle with his big muscular body. Despite the differences in our strength, my body began to respond to his. Oh, did it respond!

By the time he spread my legs apart I was ready for him. He got between my legs and tried to enter. I diligently applied some of what Mom had taught me after I had nearly raped Steve, but it took him a few attempts before I was relaxed and soft enough for his engorged manhood to penetrate me. I felt a fleeting sense of panic, or maybe fear, as I felt him entering me. It was not the same as having my fingers in me; this was a man. Then I relaxed, this wasn't my hand, this was a MAN, and this was what was supposed to go in there. I knew that he was in there, yet I could barely feel him inside of me.

He began thrusting. I kept my inner muscles relaxed so that he could move his manhood inside me. I could barely feel him moving inside me. There's got to be more to this. Wasn't I supposed to be feeling something more than this? It was SO frustrating! "Harder!" I tried to encourage him.

Experimentally, I tightened my inner muscles a bit. There! Now I could feel him inside me. Then I realized that he wasn't moving. I opened my eyes to look at him, to see what was wrong. His entire body was straining, his muscles flexed to incredible dimensions, yet he was unable to continue the thrusting. The strain, along with a little pain, was written on his face. "Open up!" he gasped out. I immediately relaxed my inner muscles completely. He started to withdraw, then after taking a few deep breaths he resumed the thrusting.

The large muscular body on top of me felt no heavier than a light blanket. If I concentrated real hard, I could feel him moving inside me. But he just wasn't doing anything for me. Suddenly a few minutes later his entire body shuddered with his orgasm as he shot his load into me.

THAT'S IT? This was what all the hoopla was about? Where was the music I was supposed to hear? Where were all of the fireworks I was supposed to feel? THAT'S IT? THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO THIS?

"That was great!" he told me. "You're the best that I've ever had! You've got the tightest pussy I've ever felt." He then collapsed on top of me.

WHAT! He's just had the best fuck of his life and I had hardly felt a thing? There has got to be more to this sex thing than that! What happened to the music and the fireworks? Where were they? Why hadn't I felt a thing?

I lifted him off of me, and out of me. I laid him down beside me, on his back. I rolled over and began kissing him. I worked my way lower. I licked and kissed his broad muscular chest. I suckled a nipple while my fingers playfully squeezed the other. When he winced I let go.

He rolled me over and kissed me, before again working over my breasts. He really seemed to like my breasts, for in a few minutes he was ready for another go. Maybe this second go-around would do something for me. Something the first go-around had completely failed to do.

He got on top of me between my legs and again entered me. He began his thrusting. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, being careful not to wrap them around him too tightly. I tightened my inner muscles just a little bit. He stopped his thrusting. Since his male strength was unable to move his manhood inside me, I grasped his hips and lent him my female strength.

Ah, that was more like it! Now there was something! And I wasn't holding him too tightly! I didn't have to rape anybody to do it either, I wasn't forcing him to do anything that he hadn't been very willing to do earlier. I closed my eyes as I concentrated on feeling him. Mmm, that was better! I continued lifting and lowering his big body on top of mine, using him to stroke myself. But I still remembered to be very gentle with his fragile male body, I didn't go too hard or too fast. I was lifting and lowering his body only about twice as fast and as hard as he had been doing himself the first time.

Ah yes! That felt good, having his chest bounce up and down on my breasts. Now I was getting somewhere! Now that his arms didn't have to support his weight, his hands explored my body, stroking and caressing my body. Yes, I was definitely getting somewhere this time! Almost there! Just a little more. Almost….

His luck must finally be changing for the better. His girlfriend had left him a month earlier, claiming that he spent more time with his weights than he did with her. He had begun competing in local amateur bodybuilding competitions the previous year, and he had found that he enjoyed it. This year he just might try some of the state competitions. He enjoyed pumping iron, almost as much as he enjoyed pumping something else. But she had thought he was getting too rough, too strenuous for her.

Now this gorgeous bikini-clad blonde babe had shown up by his gate, apparently having jogged there along the beach. She hardly seemed winded at all, though he knew that she had to have run several miles just to get to his house from any of the usual places. She certainly seemed appreciative of his bodybuilding efforts.

He was delighted when she accepted his offer to join him for orange juice and sunset viewing. He certainly enjoyed the view. Though the sunset wasn't bad, either. She definitely looked fit, as if she had pumped some iron herself. Though she looked more like a fitness model rather than a bodybuilder. Not at all like the anorexic actress wannabes that filled Los Angeles, drawn by the magnet that was Hollywood.

He was even more delighted when she took his hand and led him into his own house. She didn't object as he led her to his bedroom and gently pushed her down onto his bed. As his hands and mouth began to explore her body he was again impressed with just how fit she was, her body felt as if it had been sculpted from marble. Even her large full breasts were firmer than any he had ever felt before. Yet her skin felt softer and smoother than the finest silk.

He was surprised that he could detect no sign of sweat on her body, after the jog she must have done. No, he recalled, there shouldn't be any sweat; men sweat but women perspire. Still, there was no sign of perspiration, either. But he did catch the scent of her wildflowers and honey perfume. He hadn't thought that girls wore perfume when jogging. At least none of the girls he had ever jogged with did.

It took him several tries to enter her; she had by far the tightest pussy he had ever encountered. But she surprised him by taking in all of his length, which was something his last girlfriend had been unable to do. He also felt that he could be much more physical with her. In fact, she seemed to prefer it that way, encouraging him to thrust harder.

Oh, it felt so good to really pump away with a girl like this. Her incredibly tight pussy gave him more pleasure than he had ever had with anyone before. He had to use a significant portion of his strength in order to be able to thrust himself inside that tight pussy.

He felt her arms around him, holding him tightly. They almost felt like two steel bands around his chest and back, she was holding him so tightly. It was almost painful, the way her large and hard nipples were digging into his chest as she held him tightly to her.

After the most incredible orgasm of his life, she rolled him off of her. Rolled? He could have sworn she had lifted his two hundred twenty pound frame up and laid him down next to her. She then began ravishing him, her lips and tongue really working over his chest. Ah, unlike his previous girlfriend, this girl really appreciated his muscles, those muscles he had spent countless hours building. And she knew how to express her appreciation; he was ready to go again almost immediately. He had never been ready that quickly for an encore.

He rolled her over and entered her again. Her pussy got even tighter as she wrapped her arms around him. Damn, she was tight! He soon found himself unable to move within her. He was surprised as she grabbed his hips and began moving him, lifting and lowering him inside of her. As he looked at her face, he saw that she had her eyes closed, moaning softly with pleasure. She didn't seem to have any trouble with his weight, as she moved him much faster than he himself had been able to.

Oh, she was tight and getting even tighter. It was starting to actually hurt! Her hands tightened on his hips, as she had to use even more force to get him to move inside her incredibly tight pussy.

He placed his hands on her arms, trying to get her to stop. He was shocked to find that her arms felt like warm steel; his hands couldn't make the slightest dent in those steely muscles. His efforts had absolutely no effect on the pace of her motion. Her eyes were still closed and she was smiling, not even breathing hard, just breathing in time to her motion.

He felt his chest hitting her incredibly firm breasts on every down stroke. He had thought earlier that her breasts were incredibly firm. But now they seemed to be even firmer and harder, it was actually hurting him every time her large hard nipples dug into his chest each she lowered him onto her.

As she continued at her pace, he balled his hands into fists and began hitting her, trying to get her attention. He started hitting her, softly at first, but then, as she paid no notice, harder and harder. Soon he was hitting her ribs and her large firm breasts as hard as he could. Her breasts were now so hard that it was actually hurting his hands when he hit them. A girl's breasts were hurting his fists! But he kept hitting her. She finally seemed to notice, but not in the way he'd expected. She merely moaned louder, as she tightened her grip on him, both grips, and sped up the pace even more.

The pain was finally too much for him. He opened his mouth and screamed!

Almost there! Just a little more. Almost….

I heard a scream, practically right in my ear. I snapped my eyes open. He was struggling to get free. Those weren't his tender loving caresses I had been feeling; he was hitting me as hard as he could with his large fists. Pain was written all over his face. "Let me go, you bitch!" he finally gasped out when he saw my open eyes.

I immediately relaxed everything. He tried to get off of me, and failed, collapsing on top of me. I relaxed even more and lifted him off of me, and out of me, laying him down beside me. I could see the dark purple bruises on his hips where I had been holding him too tightly. At least I hadn't broken his hip bones. There were additional bruises on his chest where he had been pressed too tightly against my soft breasts. And bruises, well, somewhere else, where I had been, well, 'holding' him too tightly. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you."

He struggled up to a sitting position. "What the hell did you do to me? Are you trying to kill me, you crazy bitch?"

Crazy? BITCH? BITCH? Is that what he thinks that I am? How could he think that after all I had done for him?

I sat up so that I could look him in the eyes. "I just gave you the best sex that you've ever had. I just think that I should get something out of it for myself," I told him, pained.

"By maiming me? I don't know what kind of crazy game you're playing, but nobody does that to me and gets away with it!" Without warning he swung a large fist at me, aiming for my head.

I grabbed his wrist before he could break his hand against my head and twisted his arm behind his back. "Is that any way to treat the girl who just gave you the best sex of your life?"

He tried to free his arm as I held his wrist motionless. "Let me go, you bitch! Get the hell out of my house! I don't want to ever see your face again! Let me go, you bitch!" he bellowed.

"Fine, if that's the way you feel about it," I told him. I gave his wrist a little extra twist, not quite breaking anything. He howled with pain. "Don't call me a bitch!" I twisted again. He howled again.

Letting him loose, I grabbed my bikini and stalked out of the bedroom. The ungrateful bastard! The door came off of its hinges as I slammed it shut behind me. I didn't bother to stop to put on the bikini. I stomped through the living room. I ripped the front door off of its hinges as I went out into the evening air. A single kick sent his weight rack flying across the yard, scattering his weights. He probably wouldn't be grateful that it was only the parts of his weight kit and not the parts of his body that I'd so casually scattered all over his front yard.

Didn't I deserve to get anything out of this? He'd said that I'd just given him the best sex he's ever had, hadn't he? And this is how he treats me afterwards? After all, I hadn't really hurt him, had I? What were a few bruises, after all? I mean, I hadn't broken any of his bones or crushed his lungs or anything like that, had I?

I quickly walked across the narrow beach into the water. I walked on until the water was well over my head. The cool water began cooling my anger. I sat down on the sandy bottom. I started crying, my tears immediately getting lost in the salt water.

Oh, it wasn't his fault that he couldn't please me. It wasn't his fault that his Terran male body couldn't please my Velorian female body. It wasn't his fault that I had hurt him trying to satisfy myself. It wasn't his fault that the slender teenage girl was two thousand times stronger than the big bodybuilder was.

Eventually I ran out of tears. It was time to go home. I walked out of the water and started heading back towards the hotel. I leaped up into the night sky and flew back to the hotel, landing on the balcony outside our room. Mom was sitting up inside, pretending to be reading a book.

"Oh Julie, my little one! Where were you? I was starting to get worried about you." She stood up and gave me a big hug.

"I'm okay." I hugged her back. "I can take care of myself," I told her, not totally convinced of that myself. No, not after the events of the evening.

She immediately caught the uncertainty in my voice. Or maybe it was in my face. Or in my eyes. "Why don't you get dressed while I order us some hot chocolate?"

I went and showered and got dressed. In something a little more substantial than a bikini. After room service brought up a big pot of hot chocolate I told her about the evening. How I had found a man and how I had hurt him. And what we had been doing when I hurt him.

She came around and put her arms around me. "Oh my little one. You're first time shouldn't have been like that."

"Uh, it wasn't, uh, my first time." I then proceeded to tell her about the boy I had met at the park, back in Denver. How I had hurt him, just holding and kissing him.

"Oh Mom! I just can't do it! I'm just too strong! I don't want to hurt anybody, but I'm just too strong."

"There's no such thing as 'too' strong, my little Velorian."

"Oh, I wish I wasn't a Velorian! I wish that I was just a Terran, just like everybody else!"

"You don't really mean that, Julie. You have a special gift. YOU are special. Very special."

"I don't want to be special! I just want to be like everyone else!"

"But you aren't like everyone else. You are your mother's daughter. You can't change that, even if you wanted to."

"Did my mother ever hurt somebody during, uh, a moment of, uh, passion? Did you?"

"You just have to learn how to control yourself. Your mother never hurt me."

"But you're an Arion!"

"To a Velorian, there's hardly any difference between a Beta and a Terran."

"Maybe so, but you're a woman, not a man!"

"Thank you for noticing. Even Velorians do manage to notice THAT difference every now and then," she winked at me. "Even a young one that has been brought up by an Arion."

Before we went down to dinner that night Mom gave me a little present. "I had them make this up especially for you. Of course, they had to. It's got your picture on it."

It was a California driver's license. "But Mom! You got my birthday wrong! It say's I'm twenty-one."

"Happy Birthday, my little one! Sometimes when we're working together, I'm gonna want you in a bar with me. This way you can at least get in."

"Wow! A real fake ID!" This was cool!

"No, Julie. It doesn't mean that I'm going to let you drink once we get you in a bar. And it's not a fake ID. It's the real thing. You're in the computer here. Your 'fake ID' will stand up to anything short of a full background check."

After dinner we christened my new ID. Mom took my hand and led me into the hotel bar, saying, "You can have ONE glass of wine tonight. But after that, it's straight fruit juice for you, young lady." I thought that she put just a little too much emphasis on the 'young' part.

"Yes Mom. But can we make it a BIG glass of wine? Please?" I pleaded.

"We'll see," she laughed as she held the door open for me. We sat down at a table and she ordered a carafe of white wine. She poured for the both of us and we started sipping at it. I didn't see what the big deal was. Wine was just grape juice, right? It smelled like grape juice and it tasted like grape juice and it felt like grape juice, so what was the big deal?

Well, anyway, we were sitting and drinking and chatting and giggling like two college students on vacation. I noticed that Mom's eyes were wandering around a bit, checking out the guys. I admit, I was doing some of that too, but every time I started thinking that a guy looked kind of cute, I remembered the two cute guys I'd already hurt without intending to.

I thought that Mom saw the look in my eyes. She continued to reassure me, telling me that it had been just an accident. Or two. She started hinting that perhaps what I needed was some coaching and some more practice. Coaching, yeah. From whom? Her?

But whom better? My real mother certainly couldn't teach me anything now. And Mom had known her better than anyone else had.

I was still thinking about that when she glanced over my shoulder. Looking back at me, she whispered to me, "Just keep in mind what I just told you, Julie." Then she looked up and smiled. One of her best smiles, one that I had seen turn men's knees to jelly. The kind of smile that I was still working on, practicing it in the mirror every day.

I turned around. There were two gorgeous hunks standing behind me, one with light blond hair and the other one with dark brown hair, smiling down at us. "Do you ladies mind if we join you?" the blond one asked. There was something vaguely familiar about the two of them, but I couldn't place them.

"No, not at all," Mom replied, still all smiles.

I guessed that opposites really do attract. The blond one sat down by Mom while the dark one sat down by me. Mom told them our names and told them that we were from the University of Colorado, here on vacation during the break. Of course she didn't tell them that we were mother and daughter. She just told them that we were roommates at the dorm.

The blond sitting next to Mom was Rob; the cuter darker one sitting next to me with his arm around me was Mike. Surprise, they were here from college up the coast in Oregon on their break. They ordered beers for themselves, and offered to buy us more wine. Mom graciously declined the wine, much to my chagrin, but accepted some orange juice for the two of us.

We weren't total strangers; we had played volleyball together on the beach the previous day. Of course! That was where I had seen them. They certainly remembered us from the volleyball; they told us that both of them had been amazed at our athletic abilities. And quite attracted to, well, something else about us.

After some more chitchat Rob asked Mom if she would care to dance with him. She eagerly accepted, leaving me alone with Mike. That didn't last long, when the band finished the song and got ready for another one Mike brushed the hair back from his face and quickly asked me whether I would care to dance with him. Well, I couldn't just sit there, could I? Mom was out on the dance floor with Rob. I mean, somebody had to keep an eye on her as she danced with him. I accepted, and Mike took my hand as we walked out onto the dance floor.

I actually managed to avoid stepping on his feet as we danced. Well, mostly. I would have thought that a girl who could fly could avoid stepping on a guy's feet while dancing. But he didn't seem to mind too much. And I did avoid putting all of my weight on my feet. And I actually managed to spot Mom as she and Rob headed back to our table. I took that as my cue to quit stepping on Mike's feet, and we went back to the table to join them.

I have to admit, we made a pair of good-looking couples. Rob was a bit taller than Mom was, almost my height. Mike was a couple of inches taller than I was, with moderate heels I would have matched his height. They were both trim athletic-looking men, broad shoulders, but without the bulkiness of bodybuilders. Mom and I were, well, we were the only Supremis women on the planet.

Well, one thing followed another, and after not too many more drinks things looked like they were about to escalate. From the way Rob was looking at Mom, I was sure that he wanted to take her upstairs. And Mom wasn't exactly looking reluctant, either. And from the way Mike kept looking at me, he was ready to take me upstairs, too.

It couldn't have been the half carafe of wine. I mean, it's supposedly physically impossible for alcohol to have any effect on me unless I was wearing gold. But I was ready. I was more than ready. I was eager to try again. I was aching to try again. I could already feel the dampness between my legs, I wanted to try again so bad. Maybe this time I would succeed in getting something out of it without hurting the guy. Then Mom caught my eye and flashed a glance towards the door. I shrugged slightly and Mom asked the guys to excuse us while "we go powder our noses." I couldn't believe that she actually said that! "Powder our noses"!

When we got to the ladies' room we found that we were alone. "Julie, my little one, are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked me. "I don't want you to get hurt. And I don't want Mike to get hurt, either."

"I think so, Mom." But I wasn't as certain as I tried to sound.

She apparently caught the doubt in my voice. "Julie, why don't we take a rain check for tonight. You can sleep on it tonight, and if Mike is still around tomorrow, you can give it a shot with him tomorrow night. And if he's not around, I'm sure that we can find someone else for you."

I couldn't believe it! She was trying to put me off! "Mom!"

"I just don't think that you should, my little one. Remember what happened this afternoon?" she said as she put an arm around my shoulders. "You need to learn to take it slow and easy. You need to learn, and to practice, to relax yourself enough so you can get something out of it, even with a normal man, a Terran man, without injuring him. I don't think that it should be tonight but you'll soon be able to take someone to bed with you and enjoy it, and let him enjoy it, without hurting him in the process."

"Mom!"

"Julie, my little one, listen to me. You know that you're different, that you're special. Very special. I know that. Steve knows that. But Mike doesn't know that."

"I can take it easy on him."

"Like you took it easy on that other man this afternoon?" Her deep blue eyes looked me right in the eyes before continuing. "Like you took it easy on Steve back home?"

That started getting me mad. "I didn't do anything to Steve!"

"You were about to!"

"But I didn't!"

"Julie! You have to learn to control yourself. It's not easy for a Velorian woman and a Terran man. You have to learn to control your strength, your passion."

"I can control myself."

"Yes, you CAN, my little one. But WILL you? You have to LEARN to control yourself."

"And I suppose that you're going to teach me?" I was starting to get angry. I wasn't a little child any more. "If you think that I'm going to let you sit and watch and kibitz while some guy and I...."

"Julie! I...."

I shrugged her arm off and faced her. I was really angry now. "No! What do you know about being a Velorian? You're not my real mother! You're just an Arion Beta!" I gave her a little blast of my heat vision, just enough to warm her face, to remind her that I was a Velorian and that she wasn't. "I'm stronger than you, I'll do whatever I want, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

I was definitely angry now. Really angry. Damn it! All I wanted to do was to enjoy life a bit, have some fun. Everything seemed to be set up to stop that from happening. Now even my Mom was against me. "I suppose that you want both of them!" I flung my purse at her. I spun around and stormed out. Out of the ladies' room, out of the bar, out of the hotel. As soon as I hit the night air outside I took off straight up, not caring if anyone saw me, my eyes blurred with tears of frustration and anger. I didn't care where I was flying, as long as it was someplace away from here. And away from HER.

The gall! I'm seventeen; I know what I'm doing. I'm an adult Velorian. And some Beta wants to treat me like I was still a child. A Beta who's been PRETENDING to be my mother all of my life.

It wasn't like I was going to marry Mike tonight. I just wanted to get into bed with him. I just wanted to be in the arms of that big hunk. I just wanted that big hunk in my arms. I just wanted that big hunk in ME!

I didn't see Mom come running out behind me, calling out my name. I didn't see the anguished look on her face as she watched me disappear into the sky, the disintegrating fragments of my clothes wafting back down to earth as the sonic boom from my departure echoed around the buildings. I didn't see Mike and Rob come running out after her and try to comfort her despairing tears. And at that moment, I wouldn't have cared in the slightest. Not one little bit.

I suddenly just wanted to smash something, anything, but I still, just barely, had enough sense to get well away from people before I started. I zoomed up, slowing down and veering slightly to avoid a couple of jet airliners.

It was another routine flight. The pilot had been flying Boeing 727s on this route between San Francisco and San Diego for over five years. He loved this aircraft. The 727 was a sweet plane, maneuverable and nimble. At least for an airliner, it really wasn't fair to compare it with the high-performance fighters he had flown for Uncle Sam in the Navy before joining the airline.

But then, the fighters, because of their smaller size, were not as stable and as steady as the airliner. The smaller craft would let you know about every gust of wind, every piece of turbulence.

The meteorological reports had forecast smooth flying for today. Most of the trip would be made below the jet stream. There was a steady but smooth on-shore wind at the lower altitudes. No major turbulence reported anywhere along the flight path. Certainly no storms in the area. That was a little unusual for this time of the year. Usually they would be detouring around a tropical storm or two.

He let his mind drift back to the time he had been caught in a typhoon over the South China Sea, west of the Philippines, while flying that single-seat single-engine Navy fighter. He had almost bought the farm that time. He had fought the winds for over half an hour before reaching and landing upon his carrier in the eye of the storm. Even in the relative calm of the eye, that had been one of the toughest landings that he had ever had to make.

Not that such a storm would be easy to handle in a 727. But he now had three engines and a bigger, heavier airframe. And a copilot and a flight engineer to help him fly it. And flight attendants to bring him hot coffee.

They had just entered the Los Angeles International Airport traffic control area. He was just about to ask one of the flight attendants to bring some coffee up to the flight deck when he thought that he saw something go streaking past the 727, going almost straight up at an incredible, almost impossible, speed. The very air seemed to be blazing from the passage of the object. Too fast even to be a missile, it looked like it had been only about three miles ahead of them.

"What the hell?" he heard the copilot's voice from his right. Good. Somebody else had seen it, too. His mind wasn't playing tricks on him.

Suddenly the control yoke was wrenched out of his hands as the plane rose straight up almost five hundred feet. Then it plummeted nearly a thousand feet as the plane threatened to turn over onto its side.

The two of them frantically fought the controls, finally managing to regain some control over the craft, finally succeeding in righting it. But it was buffeted by strong turbulence for another five minutes. Incredible turbulence, worse even than that typhoon over the South China Sea that he had just been thinking about. This turbulence was much worse. It was throwing the three-engine airliner around like it was nothing more than a gum wrapper in a windstorm. The turbulence could only have been caused by the shock wave of whatever that thing was that had streaked past. But how fast must it have been going, to cause that much of a shock wave, to cause that much turbulence?

When they had regained some semblance of stability they checked with the flight attendants back in the cabin. Fortunately all of the passengers and most of the attendants had been in their seats. One attendant had been thrown all the way across the cabin, her head hitting against the overhead luggage bins. They had bandaged the scalp wound; she seemed to be okay. Some of the passengers probably had come close to suffering strokes or heart attacks, but everyone seemed to be okay now. Well, except for the spilled drinks up in first class. At least they hadn't served any hot drinks yet. He would have hated to have hot coffee dumped in his lap just then. And there were no meals on such a short flight.

But there was luggage. The carry-on luggage that had been stowed under the seats had come out, flying about the cabin. And some of the overhead bins had opened, spilling their contents. The flying luggage had caused some minor cuts and bruises among the passengers and the flight attendants.

Fortunately some of the passengers were doctors, returning from a medical convention in San Diego. They were now making the rounds of the cabin, checking and treating the injured.

The copilot reported the incident to the traffic controller at LAX. The people on the ground had no idea what that had been, their radar screens hadn't shown a thing. But another aircraft, more than five miles away and several thousand feet higher, had also reported something streaking past, leaving a tremendous shock wave and incredible turbulence in its wake as it had climbed almost vertically.

The controllers checked with the Air Force. The Air Force denied any knowledge of the incident. They denied testing any new weapons systems in the area at the time. They claimed that it must have been a freak atmospheric condition that the flights had encountered, despite the vehement claims of the two flight crews that it was no mere atmospheric condition that they had seen streaking past them.

Twenty minutes or so later I found myself swinging around the moon and approaching the back side at a ridiculous rate. I pulled up and proceeded to smash my way through the peaks of a few lunar mountains. After a while, I'd worked off enough of my anger to start to calm down a bit. I landed on a harshly lit crater floor of dust, curled myself up into a tight ball of misery and started to cry, my own tears evaporating unnoticed into the harsh vacuum of space.

I don't know how much later it was when I unwound myself. Calmer now, I gazed up at the stars blazing brightly above me. They stared back. Distant, cold, uncaring. Feeling the need for company again, I started to wonder what Mom was doing. "She's probably worrying about me," I mused. I shrugged my shoulders. "As if a Supremis can't look after herself quite well."

Looking back on this, I can hardly believe I acted like that. I'm ashamed. Really ashamed. The first real temper tantrum I'd ever thrown. Good thing I had come to the moon, instead of downtown LA. Boy! Was I making up for lost time, or what? Poor Mom. But there was more to come. Much more.

After a more leisurely flight back from the moon, taking over half an hour, I alighted on the balcony of our room for the second time that night. "Mom?" I said, walking in. Silence. Darkness. No Mom. Now I started to worry a little bit. Where was Mom? This wasn't supposed to be in the script! She was supposed to have been here waiting for me, ready to comfort me and cheer me up.

I started to scan through the hotel with my tachyon vision. No, she wasn't in the bar. Or in the gym. Or in any of the other public areas. Really worried now, I started checking the other guest rooms. First floor. No Mom. Second floor. The same. Third floor...

Yuck! People really do things like that?

Fourth floor…

Now wait just a minute! That's her. With TWO guys. The same two guys from the bar. With Mike and Rob!

My Mike! That Beta bitch!

The fragile tranquillity I'd brought back with me from the moon vanished like a soap bubble in a forest fire before the onslaught of my renewed anger. I was really angry now. I bounded back onto the balcony and leaped into the air. I flew down to the guys' room, landing on their balcony a split moment later. The door was locked but that didn't slow me down in the slightest. Seizing the handle, I gave it a quick jerk. No more lock. I was quite proud of my restraint. The door was still in one piece and it was still attached to the rest of the building, though I didn't realize that my fingers had mangled the hard steel handle. I stormed in.

As quiet as I thought I'd been breaking that lock, Mom had heard me and was quickly disentangling herself from the guys.

"Oh Julie!" she said, springing to her feet. "This is not what you're thinking."

I ignored her. "So that's what you were after! Telling me that you didn't want ME to hurt him and all that, so that YOU could have them both!" I'd lost it. REALLY lost it.

"No, Julie. It's not like that at all. I was just..."

I didn't let her finish; I'd had enough of her Arion lies for one day. I grabbed her wrists and started swinging her around the room. I released her, to go sailing out the door and over the balcony, over the beach, towards the dark ocean. "You Beta bitch! I hope you hit a shark!"

I took a deep breath, calming myself. Without waiting to see what she might hit, I turned back towards the guys, putting on my sexiest smile and flooding the room with my pheromones, driving that Beta's pheromones out.

The guys looked completely terrified at first but as my pheromones hit them, their eyes glazed over and I smugly noticed that at least one part of their anatomy was responding eagerly. I sauntered over to the bed where they were lying and, in my sexiest voice, said, "Well, guys. How about we have us some fun?" Anything that Beta could do, I thought that I could do better.

They couldn't move quickly enough. I almost burst out laughing when they tangled themselves up in the sheets in their haste to make room for me. I ripped the sheets apart to get at them. Tingling with anticipation, I lay down between them and deeply kissed them both together as they started caressing my breasts and rapidly hardening nipples. Yes, anything that Beta could do, I could do better.

Mmm, that felt good. It felt better than that bodybuilder did that afternoon. These guys were going at it with all of their strength, whereas that bodybuilder had been treating me as a Terran girl.

Had Mom been too rough on you guys? Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you. Anything that Beta could do, I could do better.

The cuter one, Mike, moved downward after a few moments, firmly caressing my thighs and parting my legs. Meanwhile, Rob devoted his attentions to my breasts, suckling on one nipple while he rubbed and pinched the other with all of his strength. Wow, this was more like it! This was starting to feel really good. I felt a warm glow start deep inside me as Mike spread my thighs and licked along my moistening slit. A burst of sudden heat radiated from my clit as he reached up and started to roll it between his fingers.

I moaned in pleasure and reached down to twine my fingers in his dark hair as he moved his tongue more rapidly. With my other hand, I gently guided Rob to my other breast, sighing happily as wonderful sensations began to spread through my body and I closed my eyes and started to abandon myself to the experience. Oh yes, anything that Beta could do, I could do better.

The marvelous sensations the guys had started to generate in me were suddenly dying away. What was happening? My eyes snapped open and I looked down. Rob's light blond head lay still, against my breast, under my right hand. Mike's darker head lay unmoving between my legs, his face buried in my cunt, my left hand still tangled in his dark brown hair. With an unpleasant jolt I realized that they were both unconscious, that they weren't even breathing.

Oh no! What had I done this time? I hadn't killed them, had I? With my heart in my mouth, I gently lifted their heads away from my body. My God! They were both turning blue. I nearly fainted with relief as first Mike and then Rob coughed. They started breathing hoarsely and their color started returning to normal. I had been holding them to me so tightly that they couldn't even breathe and I hadn't realized, hadn't even noticed.

I started to cry. "Oh, Mom," I sobbed to myself. "What have I done? You tried to warn me." I watched the guys for a few more moments to make sure that they'd be okay. Reassured that they indeed were unharmed, I dived toward the balcony and launched myself toward the beach, looking for Mom. Weeping bitterly, terrified that she wouldn't want to know me after what I'd just done to her.

Oh, Mom! I don't care if you're not my real mother. You're so much more. You're my MOM!

I frantically scanned out to sea, looking for Mom's dark head bobbing in the water. No sign. My God! How far had I thrown her? How long had it been? Had she really hit a shark?

Maybe she'd already gotten back to the shore. I scanned along the beach. There! A lonely figure was kneeling on the sand, shoulders quaking, the moonlight glistening off of her wet lustrous black hair. It was Mom. Oh no! I hadn't hurt her, had I? I flew toward her, feeling horribly unsure of myself. What if I'd gone too far? What if she didn't want me after this? What could I DO? I landed softly a few yards in front of Mom and received another nasty surprise. Mom? Crying? Oh no. I shook my head, shivered, my own tears flowing freely. Mom never cried. My stomach sank. Mom was always strong and happy. She had always been there for me when I had needed her. I was nothing but a stupid, cold-hearted, selfish, worthless BITCH. I'd hurt MOM.

There she was, kneeling on the sand and crying her heart out over what I'd just done. I shivered harder, crossed my arms over my chest. I felt small, frightened, lost. I couldn't bear to see Mom like this. With a growing, aching coldness in my chest, I couldn't see any way that Mom would want anything to do with me after this. Mom? MOM! What have I done? I began to sob.

"Julie?" Mom turned her face up, the look of despair on her face tearing my heart to shreds, but that magically transformed to a look of concern and love.

"Mom?" I managed to choke out.

"Oh Julie, my little one! Are you okay?"

I'd been such a rotten girl tonight. Twice. At least. I flew out on her. I had almost killed her. How could she possibly still love me? And even after I had almost killed her, she's still worried about me? That's parents for you! Oh, Mom!

Mom's tears stopped. She got up and walked towards me, her arms spread wide to give me a hug. I avoided her embrace and dropped to my knees at her feet, still sobbing wildly.

"Oh Mom! I'm sorry. I said and did things I should never have. I should have listened to you. How can you even look at me now?" I wailed.

Mom dropped to her knees and put her arms around me. "Oh Julie! You'll always be my little one, no matter what you say or do."

"B-b-but, I, I almost killed you!"

"But you didn't." She tipped up my tear-streaked face and kissed me tenderly on the forehead, then on the tip of my nose. My heart broke again at this evidence that she could, and did, still love me.

"Are the boys all right?" Mom asked quietly.

"I, I, I think so. Oh Mom! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done what I did."

"Well, I wasn't planning on taking my morning swim quite this early. But man-eating sharks don't usually come in that close, and Arion-eating sharks are even rarer around here." After what I'd done tonight, she could joke about it? Maybe there still was hope in this world, after all.

"Oh Mom! You were right about everything. And I was wrong."

Mom gently soothed me until I managed to stop crying, reassured by the warmth of her parental love even after everything I'd done.

I finally managed to tell her what had happened with the two guys and me after I had thrown her out of the hotel window. How I'd actually started to really enjoy it before I'd almost asphyxiated them.

Mom nodded, a faint smile on her lips. "Well, they were fast learners. They've picked up a little about pleasing a Supremis woman already. We'd better get back to the hotel so we can check up on them. I'm glad that you didn't waste the time I'd already spent on them."

Huh? I was mystified. What was Mom talking about?

"Okay, Mom." We stood up. I picked Mom up in my arms and jumped up into the air. Moments later we were standing on the boys' balcony. I stayed outside while Mom went in to check up on them. A few minutes later she came out with a relieved smile on her face.

"They'll be fine by morning. They don't seem to be any the worse for the night's events. Although I doubt that they'll ever forget tonight," Mom said, grinning and winking at me.

I felt weak-kneed with relief. Mom hugged me and I hugged her back.

"That's better, my little one. Now, fly us back to our own room. We need to talk."

When we got back, Mom told me to go get dressed while she called room service for a pot of hot chocolate. Then she grabbed a quick shower and got dressed herself.

Once the hot chocolate arrived, we sat down. Mom poured. "Ah. That's better. I needed that. C'mon, my little one, drink up."

Reassured by Mom's commonplace approach, just as if nothing unusual had happened, I burst out, "Oh, Mom. I love you. I was so afraid that I'd hurt you and you wouldn't want to have anything more to do with me. How can I ever make up for the horrible things I said and did to you?" I was on the verge of tears again. "How can you ever forgive me? Oh, Mom."

"And I love you, my little one. I always have and I always will." She stopped and looked me straight in the eyes. "No matter what you do." She hugged me again and I hugged her back, almost dizzy with relief. "Now, about that talk."

"Men can learn how to please a Supremis," she said after another sip of her hot chocolate. "Rob and Mike are very fast learners. They are both very taken with you, you know. I was starting to teach them how they could please you when you, uh, interrupted us before."

Oh my goodness. I felt about a quarter of an inch tall. So that was what she'd meant, back there on the beach.

"Oh, Mom! I'm sorry." Even after I'd said all those nasty, mean things to her and stormed off, she was still trying to help me. And I'd screwed up her efforts. Poor Mom. And those poor guys. I'd be lucky if they didn't run for their lives the next time they saw me.

I made myself a solemn vow. Never, never, never to jump to conclusions again. Always, always, always to make VERY sure that I knew what was really going on before I jumped in. Never, never, never to act without thinking, especially about the possible consequences. And most importantly of all, never, ever to try and hurt Mom like I had tonight.

"But," Mom continued, "you don't know how to let them, yet."

"Would you teach me, Mom? Please?"

"I was hoping that you'd ask, my little one." She smiled, took my hand, and led me over to the bed. There she continued the lesson she had started back home, after I had come so terribly close to raping Steve. She now taught me about the ways in which a Supremis woman could let a Terran man pleasure her and how she could please him in return. It definitely was nothing about parental love she showed me about, then.

What an incredible person Mom was to help me like this. How amazingly deep her parental concern and love for me was proving to be. Oh, how I loved Mom!

The lessons we returned to then didn't have a real lot to do with parental love though, as she continued to teach me just how much one Supremis woman could please another.

The next morning, Mom had to leave for more meetings downtown. Before she left, she made me promise to stay away from Mike and Rob. She had gone down to check on them before I woke up; they were fine, she said, but not quite ready for another 'close encounter' with yours truly. She said that she intended to continue instructing them in the art of pleasing a Supremis woman when she got back that afternoon.

She needn't have worried. After the previous night's emotional excesses I just wanted to tune out for the day so I stayed in bed. I ran over Mom's new lessons in my mind until mid-afternoon. Starting to feel bored, I got up, showered and dressed and went walking along the beach. Unlike yesterday, I totally ignored the scenery. I was walking in my own private universe and didn't want or need company today. I wasn't looking at any of the guys, and I didn't care whether they were looking at me or not.

I finally noticed that the sun had just about set and decided it was about time to head back to the hotel and Mom. I was just about to start flying when something grabbed my arm. I was too surprised to resist as I was pulled amongst the trees.

There in a small clearing I was confronted by three men. They appeared to be in their early- to mid-twenties. Behind them in the trees I saw some motorcycles. Apparently a biker gang.

Hmm, I had heard some stories about these biker gangs; maybe some of them were true. In any case, I might be able to practice some of what Mom had taught me last night. With three of them! That would be cool. I started to tingle with anticipation and I could feel the sudden wetness between my legs.

It seemed that at least some of those stories were true. I didn't resist too much as they ripped my bikini off, pretending to resist just enough so that they wouldn't suspect that I wanted it as much as they did. But the more force they used, the more I wanted it. And the more I wanted them.

I let my pheromones hit them even as I continued to pretend to struggle, as they 'forced' me to the ground and onto my back. Two of them held an arm each while the third one spread my legs and knelt between them. I relaxed enough to let him enter me, and he began thrusting. The other two sat on my wrists and began fondling my breasts.

Despite his enthusiastic grunting I wasn't getting anything out of it, I could barely feel him inside of me. The two men working over my breasts weren't doing much more for me either. There were three of them, completely under the influence of my pheromones, and yet I barely felt anything. My frustrations continued to mount.

All of my recent frustrations came back, in force. I was aching to try again. Maybe this time I would succeed in getting something out of it without hurting the guy. Especially since this time there were three of them.

Eventually they started to get to me. Yes, that was better. I was beginning to feel something. But it still wasn't enough. I wanted more. Much more!

Finally, I shook my arms free, shaking the two men off as they flew back across the clearing. I scooted forward, forcing the other man backwards, onto his back. I quickly straddled him, my knees outside his chest. Since his manhood wasn't doing anything for me, I moved forward, pinning his arms under my legs. I lowered myself onto his face and started rubbing myself on him.

His two friends recovered and rushed to his aid. I grabbed them and pulled them towards me. Without slowing my rubbing, I got my arms around them and pulled them against my chest. I pulled the face on my right up to my face, my lips searching for his. I pushed the other one down to my left breast, forcing my nipple into his mouth. He began suckling with some enthusiasm. Mmm, that felt good! The kisser wasn't too bad, either. Nor was the one between my legs.

As my climax approached I completely forgot all about Mom's lessons from the night before. I shoved the man on my right down to my breast so he could also suckle. Mmm, that felt SO good! This was IT! A man between my legs and one on each breast.

As my legs kept pumping, I had an arm around each head, pressing their faces against my breasts. I was bouncing their bodies around like rag dolls but I didn't care, it felt SO good! "That's it, guys! Keep going!" I encouraged them. They suckled harder, their teeth rubbing against my nipples.

Oh yes! OH YES! OHHH YESSS!!! For the first time ever a man had done it for me. It felt SO good! It felt SO good!

As I stopped my pumping and came down from my peak I realized that none of the three men were moving any more. Nothing between my legs, and nothing at either of my breasts. I opened my eyes and looked around to see what had gone wrong this time.

Oh no! No wonder they had quit suckling, their skulls had been completely crushed between my soft breasts and strong arms. Their hard skulls hadn't stood a chance between my soft breasts and my arms that can crush steel. Their blood and brains were splattered all over the front of my body.

Laying their bodies aside, I looked down at the man between my legs. His head and entire upper body were completely crushed, having been no match for my driving legs and battering hips. His gore was all over my thighs.

What had I done? This was supposed to have been a good experience! It wasn't supposed to happen like this! This was supposed to have been fun!

Instead, I had killed three men. Three men that hadn't done anything to me. Well, they had been intending to rape me, but I had been a willing victim. But they hadn't deserved to die simply because they had picked the wrong girl to try to rape. In the end I had been the one doing the raping.

My Velorian body was just too strong! Terran bodies just didn't stand a chance against mine. I had merely been trying to satisfy my desires, my hunger, my lusts. I had killed three men without even realizing it, without even trying to hurt anybody.

Oh, Mom! You were right. You were so right.

I felt sick. I leaped up into the night sky, flying through the surf to clean myself up somewhat and drying myself off by putting on a burst of speed, and flew back to the hotel, landing on the balcony outside our room. Mom was sitting up inside, trying to not look like she had been waiting for and worrying about me.

She saw that I was completely naked. "Oh Julie, my little one! Where were you? I was so worried about you." She gave me a hug.

"Oh Mom!" I burst into tears as I told Mom what had just happened. "I just forgot all about what you tried to teach me last night. And n-now I'm a m-m-murderer." I told her the story through my tears and sobs.

"Three of them? With motorcycles?" I nodded my head. "Did you happen to see any of the license plates?"

"Huh? What does that have to do with it? I killed three people, when I wasn't even trying to. What difference does their make license plates make?"

"Did you see the license plates on their motorcycles?"

"Yeah, I did. The nearest one had Nevada plates. B-b-but what...."

"Can you tell me where it happened?" I described the location. She went to the phone and made a quick call.

"B-b-but what..."

"One of the subjects that they brought up during the meetings today was a group of three bikers from Nevada. They'd been responsible for a string of assaults, robberies, rapes, and murders through Southern California, Nevada, and Arizona. They're also suspected of running drugs up from Mexico. If that was them, you just might have done us a big favor today."

That night she continued my training, adding a few new 'exercises'. She put special emphasis on my control. And on keeping that control.

In the morning, as we lay in each other's arms, I asked her, "What would Steve do, if he ever saw us like this?"

"He'd probably jump right in," she laughed. "No, I know that the big boy would definitely jump right in."

"Mom!"

"Well, while my pheromones don't affect you too much, I'm sure that I've spread more than a few around the room. And he's not totally immune to yours. And your Velorian pheromones are quite potent, my little one. And it might not hurt to have a, uh, an 'audio-visual aid' for your training."

"MOM! How can you say that? He's your husband! And my stepdad!"

"Yes, yes! I'm just joking. But he does do an admirable job of pleasing a Supremis woman. A very admirable job. At least of pleasing one of them. And he's certainly aware of the Supremis libido, even if he's only encountered the watered-down Arion variety."

"If your libido is 'watered-down', then I should be a holy terror, huh? Me and my Velorian libido?"

"Oh, you are, my little one, you are. I'm sure that those three bikers would have agreed, if they only knew what had hit them." I knew that she was trying to ease my guilty conscience, but I still felt the pain in my heart. "And as for me, I'm exhausted!"

"Well, I'm not exhausted yet. Here comes the holy terror! Prepare to be terrified!" I told her as I rolled over on top of her, kissing her while my hands found her large full breasts.

Mom wasn't very terrified. Nor was she that exhausted. Yet. But we skipped breakfast and lunch that day and didn't rise until almost evening.

And just what did she mean by that, that her pheromones didn't affect me that much?

She almost made me forget my guilt over having killed three men. We also received the news that the motorcycle gang I had accidentally killed was indeed the one that the police and the FBI had been after. They found quite a bit of coke and heroin stashed away on their bikes. That eased my conscience quite a bit. A nasty bunch of thugs that the authorities had been after for over a year, and I had taken care of them in a single evening, all by my lonesome, even if it all had been accidental.

That was almost cool.

That night, Mom let me have Mike and Rob all to myself. Our 'graduation exams', she told us with a twinkle in her eyes during dinner. Oh! What a night! Now, this was cool! No, it went way beyond cool! By morning I really was a woman, an adult.

YES! I was now a woman, an adult. An adult Velorian!

An adult Velorian!

It was SO cool! So UTTERLY cool!

Mom joined us that evening for dinner. And afterwards. To 'grade' us on our 'exams', she said, again with a twinkle in her eyes. But she seemed mostly interested in seeing how much Mike and Rob had learned. When I asked her about it, she told me that the fact that the guys had 'passed' meant that I had also 'passed'.

The rest of that week was totally and utterly fantastic. When Mom flew home at the end of our vacation, I stayed behind for another week with the guys until the end of their vacation. That week was even better!

We applied all of Mom's lessons. We practiced assiduously. Then we went beyond them, exploring ourselves. And we explored each other.

Oh yes! I explored every square inch of their bodies as they explored every square inch of mine. And we enjoyed every second of it. And every square inch.

I got so much more out of it with these two guys than I did with that bodybuilder. And I was sure that they got a lot out of it with me. They certainly didn't complain.

I almost didn't let them out of their hotel room. But they needed food. And rest. After all, they were only Terrans. We were down on the beach with the other volleyball players every day. For Mike and Rob, a hard rousing game of volleyball was much more restful than what I put them through each night. But they never complained.

Not that I was a slouch on the volleyball court myself. I had to be careful not to show off too much, though.

I didn't even bother to check out any of the other guys on the volleyball court. At least not in the Velorian way. With the guys in shorts and usually no shirts, I could check them out pretty well the Terran way. But I was satisfied with the two that I already had, I didn't need to shop around any more.

And every day before we went out on the beach I made sure that their frail Terran bodies were protected. Mmm, it was so much fun, applying the sunscreen oil on every part of their bodies. The first time, they already had their shorts on, so I had to remove them before I could put the sunscreen on those parts of their bodies. That had caused a bit of a delay, as both Mike and Rob tried to put up a struggle. And even more of a delay as I oh so gently applied the sunscreen.

After that, they didn't bother to get dressed until after the sunscreen. And after I had applied the sunscreen, I had to resist the urge to lick it all off of their bodies.

"Hey! Easy, Julie," Rob said as I had both of them lying on the bed on their stomachs with me kneeling between them so that I could do their backs. "You keep that up and I won't have any skin left."

"Yeah, we don't have anything strong enough to protect our skins from you," Mike joined in, trying to roll over onto his back so he could attempt to defend himself from me.

I rolled him back over onto his stomach so I could finish his back. "You boys watch it, or I'll carve my initials in your backs or something," I laughed. To make my point I traced my initials along their backs, using one finger and not pressing down too hard. Just enough to push them down a little more into the mattress. But then I eased up on them after first pushing their faces into the pillows.

Mmm, it was also a lot of fun, letting them apply the sunscreen on every square inch of my body, even though I didn't need it to protect me from the sun. And the guys were certainly no threat to my skin, though they tried hard. And there were, well, certain parts of my body on which they especially liked to apply the sunscreen. Generally the softer, rounder parts.

Mike and Rob didn't complain about having to share me with each other, either. Not when I was more woman than they could handle. I diligently applied Mom's lessons, being very careful to be very gentle with the two guys. By the end of the week the early bruises had faded away, and I hadn't given them any fresh ones. At least not any bad ones.

It was SO cool! So UTTERLY cool!

So utterly FUCKING cool!