Chapter 7

I had been bubbling over with anticipation for a full week, ever since I had first learned that I had been assigned to this particular case. Not that the case itself was all that interesting. I had finally 'graduated' to working on a case alone. Well, almost alone. No, that wasn't quite right either, I wasn't alone but I was working without Mom. She was off on the East Coast on a case of her own; instead, I was working with Mark on this one.

Since that first case in San Jose, I had worked with Mom and Mark a couple of times. He always had a big smile for me, along with the twinkle in his eyes, whenever we met at the office. He was a big handsome athletic man; he had actually tried his hand at playing pro football for a year after graduating from college, before settling down and getting himself a 'Real Job'. He was a few years younger than Ted; in fact he was a year younger than Steve was.

We were in Seattle, Washington, investigating a group of Hong Kong expatriates operating out of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. We had some questions about their business practices; some key people in competing companies had turned up missing or even dead. We also had some questions about some of their imports from Hong Kong.

Mark was posing as a wealthy businessman, a prospective investor planning to expand into the Pacific Northwest. I was along as his executive secretary. I didn't do shorthand, but I could do what I did in my classes at school, just write fast. Besides, no one had to read what I wrote except for me.

"Besides, no one expects me to bring a secretary who looks like you because of your shorthand," Mark had told me with a sly grin and a wink when I had told him that I couldn't do shorthand.

"Right, They'll know that I'm along because I'm obviously a darned good bodyguard," I had winked back at him.

Most of the day was taken up by a long and boring series of meetings. But we had been briefed well, they seemed satisfied with our answers. Well, not quite, but they seemed to believe our answers. But Mark refused to 'sell' them a major chunk of one of 'his' businesses at a bargain price. A bargain for them, that is. After the last meeting of the afternoon, we checked in to our hotel; due to Mark's persona we had the penthouse suite. We had some more of our people elsewhere in the hotel. We changed for the dinner party; we were going to be introduced to the other investors and prospective investors. Our hosts had offered to arrange a 'date' for Mark, but of course he turned them down. After all, if I was going to be his bodyguard, I would have to be close to his body. And he does have quite a bod. One quite well worth guarding, at least in my humble little opinion.

I was definitely flattered by Mark's reaction when I emerged from my room. It was the first time I had worn my new little black dress in public. Mom had helped to pick it out, and also had helped with the alterations needed to get it to fit my body. The VERY short skirt showed off almost too much of my long shapely legs. The neck was scooped VERY low, to only about an inch above my large nipples, showing off an ample portion of my deep cleavage. In between it hugged my body like a second skin, almost like it had been painted on. The four-inch heels made my legs look even longer and better.

For his part, Mark didn't look half bad either, in his monkey suit.

Mark apparently wasn't the only person impressed by my new little black dress. Or by what was in it. Mostly in it, rather. I saw heads turning as we walked through the corridors and rode the elevator down. I thought that every male had his eyes glued to me as I walked through the lobby on Mark's arm. And maybe most of the female eyes as well, though I was sure that some of them were glued to Mark.

It was a short limo ride to the restaurant. Definitely a fancy place, it belonged to that Hong Kong gang. The previous owners had sold it to them a year earlier at a bargain price; despite having received better offers from others.

As I walked in on Mark's arm, I noticed the sidelong glances from the other men. At least the sidelong glances from the men that weren't staring at me outright. I also caught the eye of more than a few of the women, sizing me up; they were obviously also 'employees' of the gang.

I hadn't known that Mark was such a good dancer. He certainly seemed to be enjoying the slow dances. I was enjoying it too, though I had to use a little of my flight powers to keep from stepping on his toes. Most of the guys I had been with hadn't been that interested in dancing. At least not the vertical kind.

As we had expected, they made another pitch to try to convince Mark to sell. He turned them down. We continued to dance. I stayed VERY close to him; I expected them to try a more 'direct' method of 'persuasion'. Somewhat surprisingly, they didn't try anything. Maybe it was because there were too many other outsiders present.

I couldn't dance with Mark the entire evening. I had to dance with our hosts. Yuck! Their hands were everywhere. Everywhere except where they should have been. I had to control the urge to break their arms. I didn't dance with any of them twice.

After the mostly delightful evening we returned to our penthouse suite. Mark removed his jacket and made himself comfortable. We reviewed the day's events and prepared for tomorrow. After we wrapped up, he stood up and stretched, pretending to stifle a yawn. "Well, let's call it a day. You better go to your room."

"What? Go to my room? You said that like I've been a bad little girl." I stood up and faced him, my heels putting my eyes at his level. I put my hands on my hips and pouted. "Why don't you make me?" I turned my pout into an inviting smile, with just a hint of a challenge in it.

He didn't miss a beat, eagerly accepting the cue. He put his arms around my waist and tried to lift me up. He couldn't budge me a single inch. He grunted as he tried again. It wasn't that I was heavy, I was just flexing my calves slightly, applying a little of my flight power to keep myself rooted to the spot.

I put my arms lightly around him in a hug. "What's the matter? Maybe you should let me do it." I bent down and got an arm around his legs. I lifted him up in my arms and carried him to his bedroom. That must have surprised him a little, all he did was to put his arms around my neck. I gently laid him down on his large comfortable bed. "You know, you shouldn't be taking advantage of your poor little secretary this way," I winked at him. This was the first time I had gotten Mark alone, the first real opportunity I had gotten to take advantage of him. And I definitely wasn't intending to let the opportunity go to waste. Not unless he refused, and he had never shown any inclination to do anything like that when I had flirted with him in the past. Not if his twinkling eyes were any indication.

He struggled up to a sitting position. I placed a hand on his broad chest and easily pushed him back down. I could hear his heart pounding. He struggled to get free. I kept my hand on him. As he continued to struggle I sat down next to him, still keeping my hand on his chest. He put both hands on my arm and tried to free himself. Smiling down at him, I raised my palm and curled three fingers into a fist, adjusting my hold so that I was pinning him with just my little finger in the middle of his broad muscular chest. I held him there with just my little finger, making sure that he knew just who was in charge here in the bedroom, now that we were off duty. I had long known that he was fascinated with strong women. Both with Mom and with me.

"Tsk tsk. Having problems trying to take advantage of your poor little secretary? Maybe your clothes are too tight and they're cutting off your circulation." With my free hand I loosened his necktie and unbuttoned his collar. He kept struggling, but he had a big smile on his face and his eyes were twinkling. I started to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. He pushed and pulled at my arm with both hands, but my finger stayed right where it was. I ignored his efforts and finished unbuttoning his shirt. I moved on lower and started on his pants. I released his chest as I removed his pants. His socks and shorts quickly followed. He was definitely ready for something other than sleep; men can be so obvious. I stood up and quickly slipped out of my dress.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, sitting up so that he could see me better as I slipped out of my pantyhose.

Mmm, I love hearing men tell me that. "You know, that can be considered as sexual harassment." I quickly leaped on top of him, pushing him back down as I kissed him deeply.

I let him up for air and I worked my way lower. My lips and tongue worked their way across his large muscular chest. Mmm, it felt so good not to have to hold back. Well, not holding back as much as usual. He knew about my strength so I could let it show. When he winced I let up; I didn't want to crack his ribs, or worse, with my tongue. "Sorry," I whispered as I moved back up to kiss him. Then I rolled off of him and rolled him on top of me, forcing his mouth down to my breasts. Of course he knew that he didn't have to hold back anything at all; he attacked my large mounds with his mouth and with his hands. Mmm, it felt SO good to have a man use ALL of his strength on my body, especially when that man was someone as handsome and as big and as strong as Mark was. Even if the strong part was only a Terran strong. He was meeting, and exceeding, all of my expectations, all of my anticipations for the week.

I was about ready to toss him on his back so that I could mount him when I heard something outside our suite, on our rooftop terrace. Taking a quick look through the wall I saw three, no four, hooded figures just climbing up. Ah, they must be here for the final 'persuasion'.

Back to work. Time for the secretary to become the bodyguard.

Putting a finger to Mark's lips to keep him quiet, I quickly rolled him off of me and got up off of the bed. I grabbed the nearest piece of clothing; it was Mark's shirt. Walking towards the main room I slipped it on and fastened a couple of the buttons, just enough to keep the shirt on. The tails hung down almost to my knees.

Mark felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. Except that if he was dead, he wouldn't be feeling like this. And he certainly was feeling something. Something quite heavenly. And the feeling was being supplied by somebody who looked like an angel come down to Earth from heaven. And what an angel!

He had often wondered what it would be like to be in bed with someone like the mysterious Orion. To be able to have his way with her gorgeous body. Though he had long since realized that it would probably be her having her way with his body, if she had wanted to, that woman had been the strongest person he knew of. Unfortunately he had never had the opportunity to find out.

Now he was here with Orion's daughter, Julie. And from what he had seen so far, Julie's strength even exceeded that of her mother. He had definitely been impressed with her, ever since that first time in California. She had single-handedly taken care of those five thugs, while he had merely stood by and watched, almost completely helpless. She had only been a teenager back then, with almost no formal training in unarmed hand-to-hand combat, just what she had learned from her mother. Of course, her mother was probably the best hand-to-hand combatant in the whole world. Now, with the possible exception of Julie.

Now that he had worked with her a few times, he had developed a very healthy appreciation for her combat skills. He also did not mind working with someone who looked like this, Julie had grown up from a skinny teenager into a beautiful young woman. But this time, it was different, very different. Julie's mother wasn't working with them this time. This time, it was just he and Julie. And Orion had given him some hints as to what to expect from her daughter.

The effect of that black dress she had worn tonight had been absolutely and positively stunning. He had noticed that he hadn't been the only person to notice. She seemed to have some indescribable effect on men. Just like her mother did.

After they had returned to the penthouse and wrapped up for the day, she had playfully teased him, daring him to take her to her room. He had tried but had been unable to budge her.

For a moment, he had thought that perhaps Julie wasn't going to invite her into her bed. That had indeed turned out to be the case. But then, she hadn't waited for him to invite her into his bed.

She had carried him to his room and laid him down on his bed. When he had tried to sit up, she had pinned him to the bed, using only one hand. He had put both of his hands on her arm, trying to free himself. He knew that he was a strong man but he had found that he couldn't budge her arm at all. Then he had realized that she was pinning him to the bed merely with one finger. Just her little finger! What a girl! That little finger of hers had more strength in it than he had in his entire body!

She had then undressed him. Then she had stood up and slipped out of her dress and her pantyhose. "You're beautiful," he had whispered to her, before mentally kicking himself for using such a trite cliché. But it had the right effect, she had leaped on top of him, kissing him and pushing him back down to the bed. And what a kiss! And then she had ravished him. What a girl!

He wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Knowing that he didn't have to hold anything back, he had used all of his strength to ravish her gorgeous young body when she had rolled off of him. Oh, what a body! Oh, what a girl!

But suddenly, she had put her finger to his lips and rolled him off of her. She had quickly gotten up to her feet and grabbed his shirt, putting it on. Then she had walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Had he done something wrong? Something to displease her?

I closed the bedroom door behind me and walked to the balcony door, slipping out onto the terrace. Even in the gloom it didn't take them long to spot me; my golden hair and Mark's white shirt weren't exactly ideally suited for hiding in the dark. Not that I was trying to hide.

As I walked towards them they quickly assumed their fighting stances. As I continued towards them they fanned out and surrounded me. I heard the soft rustle of cloth as the two men behind me sprang towards me. A quick flick of each wrist and their bodies went flying back, unconscious. I didn't hit them too hard since I didn't want to knock them over the railing and off the terrace onto the ground two hundred feet below; dead men are hard to interrogate. The two in front of me looked surprised; I was sure they didn't expect a young woman to be able to take care of two of their colleagues so easily and quickly. One of them sprang at me, launching a flying kick at my head. I was sure he was quite good at it, but he just couldn't compete with my Velorian strength and speed. He was so SLOW! I sidestepped out of the way, a simple flick of my wrist catching his leg and sending his body crashing against the wall. He didn't get up.

As I turned to face the last one, he drew a sword from somewhere inside his robe. A sword! Cool, this was something new! A sword, of all things! Well, this could be fun! Or at the least, different. There were a couple of things I'd always wanted to do with swords. Some things that James Bond could never do. Tonight I just might get a chance to try some of them. Of course, there's only one of him and he's only got one sword, so I have to be careful to be gentle and I can't try too many of those things. After all, some of the things I had in mind could be a bit rough on the sword. My body could be a bit rough on anything, and on anybody. Still, this could be fun. This could be cool!

He couldn't believe his eyes. He and his team had been tasked to take out the man in the decadent penthouse suite. The decorative blonde bimbo with him was of no importance, at least in terms of business. In fact, there had been some ribald joking about the after-mission entertainment she might be able to provide.

However, she was not being very entertaining right now. Instead, she was standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a man's white dress shirt, mostly unbuttoned. The shirt did nothing to hide her long shapely legs. It also did not conceal her definitely feminine body, revealing the tops of her large full breasts and also the deep cleavage between them. The man was nowhere in sight.

Decorative maybe, but certainly not entertaining. She had effortlessly taken out the other three members of his team, seemingly with nothing more than graceful flicks of her wrists. Even though he was the best fighter on the team, he knew he couldn't have taken out one of them that quickly, let alone all three of them. Now she was walking towards him, smiling. He quickly drew his sword.

It had been his father's prized sword, the epitome of the Japanese sword making art. Even if the Japanese had borrowed everything else from the Celestial Empire, their sword makers were unsurpassed. This katana could slice through an aluminum engine block. And it had done so, more than once.

As he brandished his sword, he expected her to cower and plead for mercy. Instead, she just stood there, an amused expression on her Occidental features. Well, if the bimbo was too stupid to recognize a good katana, and a master swordsman, she would learn quickly enough. Too bad it would be the last thing she would ever learn, before she went to join her ancestors. Or whatever it was that these pale Westerners did after they died.

As he feinted towards her chest, he was surprised, as she still made no move to evade the stroke. He went for the quick stroke, a clean swing against her neck. He and his katana had removed more than one head from its owner, never having required a second stroke. She didn't even try to duck. Instead her right left hand came up and caught the blade, stopping it inches from her neck.

Even with both of his hands on the sword hilt, he found that he couldn't move the sword at all. Then she smiled and began to force the blade down and to the side. Finally she released the blade. There was no sign of blood.

He feinted again towards her chest, still no movement on her part. He went for the neck again, to see whether she could do that trick again. But this time, she didn't make a move.

Instead, this time his sword shattered as it hit the side of her neck, leaving him with about a foot of the blade. His katana, one that could slice through an engine block, shattered against the side of a woman's slender and graceful neck? What was going on here?

Recovering quickly from his shock, he thrust the remainder of the blade at her ample chest. The jagged metal tore a ragged hole in the shirt and ripped it wide open before it too shattered and splintered, against a seemingly soft breast.

She reached out a slender arm and pushed him back against the wall, dazing him and knocking him down to his knees. He shook his head to try to clear it. As his eyes focused, he saw her standing in front of him, a large and full breast just inches from his face. As she leaned forward, he tried to push her away. Any one of his blows should have felled a man, but they failed to deter her in the least. As she rubbed the largest and firmest breast he had ever felt across his face, he caught the scent of wildflowers and honey.

All of a sudden, he wanted nothing in the world more than to make wild passionate love to the beautiful blonde woman standing over him. The most beautiful and desirable woman he had ever encountered. The woman he had tried to kill just moments ago. His hands came up to caress and fondle the breast as she forced the large hard nipple into his eagerly waiting mouth. As he suckled, his hands squeezed her breast with all of his strength. That got a low moan of pleasure from her. She then leaned further forward, increasing the pressure.

As the blade slashed the shirt, I wished, not for the first time, that I had clothes that could take the wear and tear that I often subjected them to. Though it wouldn't have mattered much this time, I had been naked just a few minutes earlier. And there were some compensations for losing my clothes. As I leaned over him the swordsman suckled and caressed my breast. Ah yes, that felt good. This was what Mark and I had been doing, before we were so rudely interrupted.

Mark! Oh poor Mark! I had all but forgotten about him! I leaned forward just a tiny bit more, squeezing his head between the wall and my soft breast until he lost consciousness. I stepped back as his limp body slumped to the floor.

As I turned and looked around, none of the others were getting back up. But they were all still breathing. Good, I hadn't hit them too hard. I had tried to take it easy on them, using only a small fraction of my strength. I didn't want to kill them; I wanted them alive so that we could question them. If I had gotten in trouble, I knew I could always turn it up a notch or three. I gave their heads quick squeezes just to make sure that they didn't wake up too soon.

I went back into the main room and looked through the door into the bedroom. Mark was crouched behind the bed, with his gun out, covering the door. "It's okay, Mark. It's me, Julie," I told him before I opened the door. He got on the radio and called for our support team to come collect our prisoners while I carried them in and ripped up their clothes to bind and gag them.

Before our people came up, Mark at least managed to get his pants on while I removed the remnants of his shirt. I put on his jacket and buttoned it all the way up to my neck. We had a brief conference with them; the men were all a bit distracted by my half-naked appearance. Especially when I sat down on the couch and crossed my long legs. We decided to hide our captives away for a few days while we questioned them; maybe their disappearance would cause their bosses to slip up.

Our people took away the prisoners. Mark was still sitting on the couch, still wearing only his pants while I was wearing just his jacket. I sat down in his lap. "Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" I asked, smiling down at him.

"I believe, um, the poor little secretary was, um, sexually harassing her boss," he replied, with a grin and a twinkle in his eyes. His hand came up to stroke my long golden hair.

"Oh, was that what she was doing? Well, in that case we certainly can't let her stop." With that I picked him up in my arms and headed back towards the bedroom. "What was it you said back in San Jose? 'Under other circumstances I could be really enjoying this. A beautiful half-naked young woman carrying me into a bedroom'? Are these circumstances any better?"

"Yes, I believe they are," he said as I gently laid him down upon the bed.

"You believe so? They had better be!" I told him as I again pinned him to the bed with my little finger. I then removed his pants and then my suit. We then proceeded to pick up right where we had been before our little interruption. After a little more foreplay I got him on his back. I held him there with my little finger in the middle of his chest and threw a leg over him and mounted him. I was very careful to be VERY gentle with him. After all, I was his bodyguard; I couldn't let him get hurt.

The same didn't apply to him, however. Knowing that he didn't have to hold back a thing, he came after me with berserker fury. But though he knew that he was the boss during the day, he learned that he was definitely not the boss tonight. And he didn't seem to mind serving under me.

Oh Mom! You don't know what you missed out on down in New Orleans!

And I sure hoped that this wasn't going to be my only experience working with Mark. And 'working' with Mark.

Mark realized that he hadn't done anything to displease her. She was still on duty. After she had single-handedly taken care of the four potential assailants, and after they had been taken away, Julie had picked up right where they had left off. Oh, did she pick it right up! Starting with picking him up and carrying him back to the bedroom. What a girl! No, she wasn't a girl. What a woman! She seemed to be insatiable. He definitely wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He went after her with everything he had. And more, she somehow knew how to get more out of him than he had thought possible.

She had been absolutely incredible. She had done whatever she had wanted to do with his body. He had been completely unable to stop her. Not that he had wanted to stop her. No, not at all.

When she finally let him go to sleep he was completely exhausted. Not that he minded. No, not at all.

In the morning, he woke up to find his head pillowed on her soft luscious breasts, her arms loosely around him. But she wouldn't let him out of the bed until she had ridden him one more time. Not that he minded. No, not at all.

In the morning we had another strategy session. But only after I had Mark take care of something else first.

After what happened during the night, there seemed to be no purpose in Mark showing up for the day's meetings. We decided that we should 'disappear', at least for the day. We moved out of our penthouse suite and holed up in another room at the hotel. It wasn't easy, but Mark and I somehow found some way to pass the time.

It was so cool! I'd hold him down with just my little finger while he would struggle to get free. And he did struggle, he wasn't pretending. And he really seemed to enjoy it, having the woman in complete control of the situation, being with a woman who could, and did, do whatever she wanted to with him.

Of course we had to stop for lunch. And I let him take a nap in the afternoon; we were planning on working tonight. And not in our hotel room.

We knew the gang had another party planned for tonight. Obviously, we couldn't go; we were supposed to have been 'eliminated' last night. This was a perfect opportunity to pay a little visit to their offices; if this was going to be anything like the party last night all of the leaders would be at there, along with most of their hired muscle. Most of them except for the four that were supposed to have eliminated us, that is.

Mark and I both dressed in black. No, not his tux and my little black dress. We were both in black jeans and black long-sleeve shirts. I pushed my long golden hair up under a black woolen cap. Four other men, also dressed in black, joined us.

The offices were tucked in behind one of their semi-legitimate businesses, a small and exclusive jewelry store. Security systems everywhere. There were other offices upstairs so we couldn't get in through the roof. Even the back door and windows had high-tech alarms. I could see the wires everywhere. I could probably melt through a wire with my heat vision, but I wouldn't know which one to shut off the alarms instead of setting them off.

"It's gonna take me at least an hour to disable the alarms," John, our security systems expert told us after inspecting the system from the outside.

I took Mark aside for a private conference. "I think that I can get us in quicker."

"How, Julie?"

"If I can get John inside the building, can he shut down the security systems from the inside?"

"Sure. But how do we get him in? We need to shut off the alarms for that."

"You once told me that Mom was a great doorknob. Well, I think that I'm a pretty fair door-maker myself."

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he got it working again. "Door-maker? You mean...? Through the wall?"

"Sure. We can go in from the alley on this side." The alley ran right by the building. No doors, no windows, no parked cars, just a blank brick wall and one trash dumpster against the wall.

"Okay, we'll give it a shot. I'll have the others wait out back. And I'll tell John that he's not going to see what I think he's going to see." He went off to talk to the others, before coming back with John, whispering something in his ear.

I had scouted the wall. Perfect! Right behind the trash dumpster was a storage closet. Walking up to the dumpster, I prepared to move it aside to give us room. Looking around, I saw the puzzled look on John's face. Since he wasn't going to be 'seeing' this, I decided to give him a bit of a show. Bending down, I grasped the bottom of the dumpster with my right hand. I straightened up, lifting the entire dumpster with one hand, using my flight powers to keep my balance. I heard John gasp. Taking a few steps I set it back down, turning around to see John staring with his mouth wide open. Mark had an amused look on his face, as he was alternately looking at me and at the expression on John's face.

I smiled at them before going back to the wall, rolling up my sleeves as I walked. I punched the wall, driving my right fist right through the bricks. Using both hands I pulled away bricks, enlarging the hole until it was big enough for us to climb through.

I stepped aside as Mark went in, turning on his flashlight. John was still standing there with his mouth wide open. "John, if you're not coming in with us, can you hand me that dumpster?" I asked him, winking and pointing at the dumpster. He took one look at me, one look at the dumpster, and one more look at me, before closing his mouth and climbing in. Through the hole in the wall, that is, not into the dumpster. I quickly followed the two men inside.

Once inside, John had no problems disabling the alarm systems so that the others could join us. Mark opened the back door to let them in. They quickly searched the place, finding the files and the other evidence that we needed to crack this case wide open.

When we were done the others went out the back door. John re-enabled the alarm systems and we went back out through the storage closet and the hole in the wall. I moved the dumpster back into place, at least partially covering up my new door.

"They'll find it in the morning, but it'll be too late by then," Mark told us as we walked back to rejoin the other members of our team.

We returned to the hotel and turned over the evidence to the appropriate members of the team. I was a little disappointed that we hadn't run into any of the guards; I wouldn't have minded a little physical 'contact sport'. But I made up for it a little after Mark and I returned to our hotel room. Of course, that was a different 'contact sport' that Mark and I engaged in. Just slightly different.

Finally, a man who knew about my strength, even if he didn't know the real reason, that I was a Velorian. I could show off a little for him, not having to hold myself back as much, as I've had to do with all of my boyfriends. Though I still had to be careful to be gentle with him, he was a Terran, after all. But it was so cool to be able to show off for him, to do things with my body that no other woman could.

Oh yes! He definitely met and exceeded all of my expectations. The week of anticipation was definitely worth it.

If this is what working for a living is all about, I was all in favor of it. This sure beat sitting at home doing school work. This was SO cool!

I couldn't wait to work with Mark again. And to 'work' with him again.

For some strange reason, Mark slept all the way on the flight home the next day. Maybe he just wanted to avoid eating the airline food.

But the next time we work together on a case like this one, I want to be the successful businesswoman and have Mark be my personal executive secretary. With the emphasis on 'personal'. Oh yes, with the emphasis definitely on 'personal'.

There was not much left of the summer vacation. At least George was with me. We had resumed our 'wrestling' in the middle of the summer, and he picked up right where we had left off. He was definitely getting better at unhooking my bra; it must have been the practice. I really didn't need to wear a bra; my breasts managed to stay up on their own. But he expected me to wear one, and he had such fun taking it off, that I didn't want to disappoint him.

I was very careful to be very gentle with him; my earliest experiences were still fresh in my mind. I was also careful to not let him go too far. I didn't want him to get me TOO aroused and excited.

Oh, I knew he wanted to 'go all the way' with me. And I wanted to, too. But I didn't want to hurt him! I was afraid that if I got too, well, passionate, I would lose control of my strength. I had already killed three men and seriously hurt two others with my strength; I didn't want George to join their ranks. That wasn't the way I wanted to express my love. Not by sending flowers to the hospital. Or to the funeral.

Mom didn't think that it would be a good idea to tell George about the real me. We hadn't told those two guys from Oregon the whole truth, just that we were different, being much stronger than normal. But how could I tell my boyfriend that I wasn't even of the same race, that I wasn't even a Terran?

And then, during that fall, everything changed.

What a gorgeous hunk! Larry had transferred to our school from out of state, from the East Coast. He was in my history class. Naturally I checked him out the first day of class, I checked out all of the guys. And the second day. And every day that first week. Not just his clothes, but what he had underneath. Blond, smart, and oh what a hunk! By the second game of the season he was the starting fullback on the football team. He was just the type of guy I had often dreamed about.

He practically had the entire cheerleading squad lining up to take their shots at him. They weren't the only ones. I thought about the best way to approach him. I considered throwing myself at him, like all of the cheerleaders were doing. I considered asserting myself, just carrying him off, literally sweeping him off his feet. Just let one of the cheerleaders try to match that! I even briefly thought about joining the football team, so that I could spend more time with him.

But none of those approaches was me. I thought that the cheerleaders were just making fools of themselves, practically throwing themselves at his feet. I didn't want to force myself on him, tempting as it was. And I definitely couldn't see myself as a football player, despite my earlier fantasies about the football team.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do. But much to my surprise he ignored all of the cheerleaders and the other girls and asked me to go out with him to see a movie. Me! Though the fact that my stepdad was a big pro football star may have had a little something to do with it. At first. But he told me that it was because he thought that I was the hottest girl in school. Me, the hottest girl in school! And I hadn't even been using my pheromones on him. After all, I wanted Larry, not the entire male half of the student body.

Naturally I accepted. I felt a little guilty. But not too much, George and I had never committed to seeing only each other.

It was the best date I had ever been on! He was sweet and charming, and oh what a hunk! When he asked me if I would like to go out with him again the next weekend, I didn't hesitate to tell him yes. Umm, it was the best good night kiss I had ever gotten.

As I saw more and more of Larry, George got more and more distant. Oh, we still studied together, but that was all he wanted to do. He didn't talk to me about anything besides our schoolwork. We didn't even talk like we did before we started going out.

Oh well, if he didn't want anything to do with me socially, fine. I had a social life with Larry now. Larry, oh Larry!

And as I saw more and more of Larry, I saw less and less of the other guys. Oh, I still saw them at school and all that, but I wasn't looking through their clothes as much any more.

Larry certainly knew how to make a girl feel good. And he hadn't even tried to get me into bed yet. But he did kiss me. He made me feel good with his sparkling conversation. And with his kissing.

He told me about his life before his family moved out to Colorado from New York. About his old school. Playing football. But he didn't tell me about his old girlfriends. Not even when I asked. He also listened to me, not like some of the other jocks I had dated, who only wanted to talk about themselves.

Larry took me out to the Homecoming Dance. He had been the star of the game, scoring twice on long runs and twice more on short runs. I saw George dancing with Mary, another girl from our old nerd group. But when I went over to him to try to get at least one dance with him, he just turned and walked away from me. I tried to talk with him, but he wouldn't talk with me. I kept trying until Larry took my arm and led me back to the dance floor. I was still not much of dancer, George and I hadn't danced that much when we were dating. I used a little of my flight powers to keep from stepping on Larry's feet too much.

With Larry leading the way, the football team won the league championship. We made it all the way to the state championship game, before losing on a snowy day on a slushy field. I was there with everyone else, cheering our team. I wasn't even checking out the other players. Checking out Larry was enough to keep me occupied.

I took the bus into Denver to do some Christmas shopping. After spending a couple of hours, I didn't have anything to show for it. Oh, I had done a lot of window-shopping, but I really wasn't in the market for any windows. Or for what was behind them. Or even for what was behind the walls without windows.

I was walking around, taking the long way back to the bus station, when I heard something back in an alley. Taking a quick peek, I saw two men and a woman. Something didn't look right. Taking a closer look, I saw that the men were threatening the woman. It looked like a mugging. Or worse. Even if I wasn't really a Protector, I couldn't let this go on. Not if I could do anything about it.

I rushed into the alley. Grabbing the two men, I pulled them away from the woman. They started hitting me with their fists; at least they weren't armed. I punched the two of them lightly, just enough to knock them out.

I turned to the woman. She was getting to her feet, a look of surprise on her face. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," I told her when she started to back away from me. "Are you okay?"

She looked at me. She looked at the two unconscious bodies. Then she looked at me. She tried to put her coat back on, but it had been ripped in half during the fight. I quickly took off my own coat and held it out to her. I had on a Broncos sweat shirt under my coat.

"No, I can't. What about you? You'll be cold."

"I'll be fine, I don't have far to go. I'm warm enough in this. Besides, I just got some exercise, so I'm all warmed up," I told her.

She finally took the coat. "Thanks. Give me your address and I'll get it back to you."

"Don't worry about it. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too. And thank you."

Helping her gather up the crushed remains of her packages, I got an idea. Going over to the unconscious bodies, I removed their wallets. I pulled out what little cash they had, between the two of them they only had about forty dollars, and handed it over to her. "Here, I hope this makes up a little for it. I think it's the least these two men can do for you after ruining your Christmas shopping."

I saw her back out to the street and to the parking lot where she had left her car. I then went back to the alley to see whether I had hurt those two men. No, they weren't hurt too badly; they were trying to get back to their feet. I was debating with myself over whether to call the police when one of them pulled a gun out of his coat and pointed it at me. "Die, bitch!" he yelled at me, before pulling the trigger.

He's shooting me! I couldn't move a muscle; I was paralyzed with fright. He's shooting me! With a gun! A gun!

Time seemed to slow down to a crawl. I saw the bullet emerge from the smoke and flame at the end of the gun barrel. I could see it clearly, coming right at me, but I couldn't move out of the way. I couldn't move at all! The only parts of me that were working were my eyes as they followed the bullet coming right at me. The bullet hit me about an inch above my left nipple, tearing a ragged hole in my sweat shirt. It dimpled my soft flesh before it ran out of energy, flattening as it hit the harder muscles underneath. My firm flesh popped it back out. I felt no pain, only a sharp tingling sensation spreading out from the point of impact.

That tingling sensation brought me out of my paralysis. I'll teach him to shoot me! Before he could get off another shot I leaped at the two men, tackling them and knocking them both down to the ground. Their struggles meant nothing to me. Just in time, I stopped myself from hitting them too hard. Instead, I just tapped them on their heads, knocking them unconscious again. I quickly took off their belts and tied up the two unmoving bodies. I found the flattened bullet in the dirt along the wall, and tucked it into a pocket, deciding to keep it as a souvenir.

Remembering what Mom had done in Tucson, I found a pay phone at the bus station. I called the police and told them to pick up the two muggers.

Rearranging the shirt so that the bullet hole didn't show, I got on the next bus for the ride home. When I got home, Mom noticed that I wasn't wearing my coat. She was starting to ask me about it when I took the flattened bullet out of my pocket. I showed her the bullet and the hole in my shirt. She immediately had me take off my shirt and sit down so that she could examine me. There was nothing but a little smudge from the lead. Not even the slightest scratch or bruise.

She made me put on a fresh shirt while she heated up some water for some hot chocolate, and then made me tell her the whole story. She told me that I did the right thing, not killing them but instead knocking them out and tying them up and calling the police.

This was SO cool! A bullet from a gun had hit me right in my softest part, and yet had caused me no injury, and no pain. It's SO cool to be bullet-proof! It's SO cool to be a Velorian!

Let's see James Bond do that!

Later we got a copy of the police report for our files, and Mom went over it with me.

As I turned eighteen that winter, my strength continued to grow. I was well past my mother's strength, at about twenty-five hundred Terrans; well beyond normal Velorian levels and well on my way to Protector levels, according to Mom.

"I don't know why, my little one," Mom told me. "Your mother was not a Protector. The Velorian government breeds their Protectors very carefully. Perhaps it's because you have a unique genetic background, having only one parent."

"But shouldn't that make me exactly like that parent, exactly like my mother? Like a clone?"

"Oh, Lord knows you're just like her, as far as I'm concerned," she winked at me. "But for your strength. It may be due to some purebred factor in your genetics. Or it may be due to the radiation from the explosion of that experimental power station."

"But wouldn't that radiation have affected you, too? You passed through it, too."

"But I was already an adult. You were still in your mother's womb. That could have affected you more. And you were born here, on a planet with a yellow sun, so unlike the red suns that both Aria and Velor circle. Whatever the reason," she shrugged her shoulders, and momentarily distracting me by making some other parts of her body bounce, "I'm not complaining, and I don't think you are, either."

"Well, maybe you should be complaining," I gave her a wink. "You never stood a chance against my mother. What chance do you have against me?" I asked her as I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my room.

Mom stood a very good chance against me. She fared quite well. She survived the night unscathed. Mostly. She was only slightly bruised.

The next night I asked her about the enhancement process, what my mother had done for her and what Mom had done for Steve. After I got a new pot of hot chocolate started, she began. "It's something that a Supremis can do for another human, Supremis or otherwise, of a 'lower' grade. Though an ordinary Arion Beta won't do much for a Terran. But Velorians and Primes can do quite a bit for Betas and Terrans. And I've never heard of a Velorian enhancing a Prime."

"From what you've told me about Primes, I know I wouldn't want to enhance one, even if I ever meet one."

"I hope you never do meet one, my little one."

"But just what does it do? You've given me little hints here and there, but just what does it do? And how?"

"As to the 'how', I think I'll leave that for later. As to the 'what', the easy answer is 'It depends'."

"Mom! That's not an answer!"

She smiled. "I know, I know. But it really does depend. It depends on the genetics of both the enhancer and the enhancee. Not even the best Arion and Velorian geneticists know all of the parameters."

"But just what does it do?"

"It always enhances the enhancee, endowing him or her with some of the powers of the enhancer. Increased strength always results, along with durability. But the levels can vary wildly. Your mother increased my strength about ten times, which is towards the upper end of the scale for Velorian and Beta women. Your mother apparently had very good genetics, which she passed on to you," she smiled at me.

"It seems that your genetics aren't all that shabby, either," I smiled back at her.

After a little laughter, she continued. "Sometimes Velorians and Primes pass on some of their other powers. Vision, hearing, and for Velorians, flight. Though those occurrences are very rare. Even rarer is getting more than one of them."

"Did you get any of those?"

"Well, my strength increased about ten times, and I'm correspondingly tougher. My vision and hearing are better than they were, much better than normal Beta levels, but nowhere in the 'super' category like yours. And you're the only one in this family who can fly." After taking a long sip of her hot chocolate, she continued on. "Though the Velorian scientists think that those are just side effects of the primary reason the Ancient Ones engineered the enhancement capabilities into the Supremis genes." Mom had already told me about the Ancient Ones, the god-like beings the Velorians believe created the Supremis race from Terran genes.

"Oh? Super strength is just a side effect?"

"Well, it is handy in support of the primary effect." She smiled enigmatically.

Sometimes Mom could take so long to get to the point. "And the primary effect is?" I prompted.

Her smile widened. "Well, the Velorians believe that the Supremis were given enhancement abilities in order to be able to create suitable sex partners."

"What! This is all about sex? So THAT's why my mother enhanced you! To make you into her own sex toy!" I snickered at her.

"Well, I like to think there was more to it than that," she winked. "But the increased strength and hardness do come in handy. During sex your mother didn't have to worry as much about hurting me, just as I don't have to worry as much about hurting Steve as I would have to with any normal Terran man. Though his strength hasn't increased that much, so I still have to do most of the work," she winked at me. "And certain parts of his body are harder than others," she winked again.

"You mean...? If I was to enhance somebody...?"

"Like I said, it depends. We can probably assume that your genetics are just as good as your mother's. Maybe even better, considering your greater strength. And it would also depend on the gender of the enhancee."

"Yeah, I suppose that particular part of a woman's body wouldn't get as hard as a man's would."

"You dirty-minded little Velorian!" Mom scolded me. "That wasn't what I was thinking about, but it is true." After another sip, she continued. "I think we can safely assume that you won't be enhancing anyone with genetics as good as mine," she rolled up her sleeve and flexed a very impressive bicep. "So if you were to enhance a Terran woman, I wouldn't expect her strength to increase ten-fold. I would expect about three- or four-fold. Not quite up to Beta norms. Certainly not to my enhanced level. And she would not have the problems you do with Terran men. But if you were to enhance a Terran man, his strength would only increase two- or three-fold. But he would not be able to enjoy sex with a 'normal' Terran woman. So enhancing a member of the opposite sex requires a life-long commitment."

"Like you and Steve, huh?"

"Yes, though my enhancement of him wasn't as dramatic as what you most likely could do. His strength increased about ten percent, and I think he could still enjoy sex with another woman."

"But you'd kill him if he did, I suppose."

"No, no. We don't demand exclusivity of each other. I do, uh, encourage it of him, but not by force. I like to think I have certain, uh, inducements to offer him."

"Yeah, I suppose he's not too likely to find another Supremis woman around here."

"Just you, my little one. And remember, he's mine! I saw him first!"

"Yes, Mom. But what about a male enhancer?"

"Well, a man doesn't do as much for a woman."

"That's typical!"

"Julie, be nice!" But she laughed with me. "A woman's sexual capacity already exceeds a man's. She would get stronger and harder, enough to withstand his attentions."

As I went to sleep that night, I thought about what it would be like to have an enhanced man. That could be SO cool!

Heck, why stop with just one man? That could be even cooler!

I find an isolated island, or maybe a remote mountaintop. Somewhere a man by himself couldn't leave, not even an enhanced man. I build a house there. A big house, with lots of bedrooms. Or maybe just one large bedroom. I install my enhanced men there, as my own private harem. My own personal harem of 'super-studs'. Their enhanced male strength would still be no match for my Velorian female strength, so I wouldn't have to worry about a 'slave revolt'. Not that they would be slaves. They wouldn't have to work hard. At least when not in bed.

Since they wouldn't be able to enjoy sex with ordinary women, they would have no choice but to serve, and service, me. After all, doesn't a supergirl deserve her own personal harem of 'super-studs'?

Would Larry want to be the first member of my harem? How about Mike and Rob?

I would provide them with food and other necessities, their only duty would be to please me. I would fly in anytime I wanted to, taking as many of them as I wanted, and for as long as I wanted them.

That would be SO cool! I slept very well that night. And for quite a few afterwards. But I wished I hadn't told Mom about my latest fantasy; now she refused to teach me exactly how to do the enhancement.

In February Steve again borrowed the mountain cabin from his friend. Again the approach road was snow-covered. This time I carried the truck with its luggage and its two passengers the final five miles.

Mom and I again took our swim in the frozen lake. When she went up for air I went with her. Remembering something she had told me about my mother, I drew in a little extra air. When she started to go up again, I quickly swam over to her and took her in my arms, stopping her ascent. My lips met hers. I transferred some of the extra air from my lungs to hers.

When she got ready to go in to warm up Steve, I pulled her back. "You can wait a little longer. He's not that cold," I told her, smiling.

"Oh? I suppose you've been doing something to keep him warm?" she asked me, smiling back.

I answered her by lowering my head, sending a small burst of heat at her feet. I worked my way up, lingering just a little at the lowest part of her body, before continuing up the remainder of her body, lingering a little more at her chest.

"Easy, Julie! If you're not careful, I'll have to get Steve to cool me down," she laughed before diving back into the water.

When she finally went to warm up Steve the right way, I didn't stay in the water. I flew up over the other shore until I found a large snow bank. I dove into it. Ah, the cold soft snow was so refreshing! I just lay in the snow.

My thoughts drifted to what Mom and Steve must be doing inside. It's not fair! Oh, why couldn't I have been Mom's daughter? Why do I have to be a Velorian instead of an Arion? Mom has a man she can make love to. I'm forty times stronger than she is; I can't even get started with an ordinary man without hurting him.

My fingers slid effortlessly into my slit, where men had difficulty entering. My other hand lightly stroked a breast, applying several tons of pressure to my nipple.

When I finally came down from my peak I realized that I was no longer buried in the snow. Most of it had melted away from the heat of my passions. My bucking body had gone through the ice and shattered the granite underneath. "Julie, you're one hot babe," I told myself.

"Yeah, you're too hot for any man to handle," I retorted.

After dinner and sunset Mom had me fly her to another lake, smaller and even more isolated. She told me about the lifeboat at the bottom. I broke open a hole in the ice and we slipped into the water. We swam down to the bottom and to the lifeboat. Mom operated the airlock and we went in.

Not that I had disbelieved her story about our alien origins, since my manifestation had made it clear that I was not of this Earth, but there certainly was nothing like standing inside of an alien spacecraft to drive the point home. Instruments and controls I didn't recognize, marked in a totally unfamiliar script.

She retrieved a large silvery metal box, about the size and shape of a large suitcase. Somehow she opened it, though I could see no markings or latches on the outside. There was a partition of some kind; the bottom of the box seemed to already be filled. She rummaged around the ship a bit, putting some stuff into the top portion of the box. We then went back through the airlock, Mom carrying the box, back through the freezing water, and back to the shore.

As I dried her off with my heat vision she told me what I had to do. I went back into the icy water. I moved the lifeboat to the deepest part of the lake and covered it up with boulders so that it wouldn't be easily discovered even after the cloaking device ran out of power. Which shouldn't happen for another ten years or so.

I then flew Mom and the box back to the cabin, and Steve. I tried to see what was inside the box, but somehow my vision couldn't penetrate it. Mom refused to open the box or to tell me anything about its contents. I could see no way to open it, no latches, no keyhole, nothing. And it was heavier than it looked, maybe seven hundred pounds. Steve certainly couldn't budge it.

The next day we packed up. I flew the truck back to the main road so we could drive home. As we approached the Continental Divide, the traffic was stopped. I took a peek to see what the problem was. Mom noticed me looking. "Can you see something, Julie?" she asked me.

"I'm not sure, but it looks like there's a bus up ahead that's gone off of the road. Do you think I should go take a closer look? I may be able to help."

"Why not? It looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a while."

I took off my parka. Under it I was just wearing a tee shirt and jeans. I was just getting out of the car when Steve stopped me. "Wait, Julie. Try not to be seen."

"That might be difficult, if I have to do something to help." It was broad daylight. There probably wouldn't be any camera crews, but there were bound to be people there.

"I've got an idea. Nobody recognized you at that fire with your hair out of your ponytail. It might just confuse anybody that might see you this time, too." Mom reached over and removed the clip holding my hair together.

"Oh Mom! That can't possibly work! I'm not planning on showing my breasts this time."

"Now, that would certainly distract people," Steve said, adding the male viewpoint to the discussion. "They definitely wouldn't notice your hair then."

We both glared at him before Mom pushed me out of the door. My sensitive hearing heard her say something to Steve about concentrating on a different set of breasts as I walked off into the trees. I shook my hair loose and leaped up into the sky.

Ah, there's the problem! The tire tracks made it obvious. A tour bus had slipped off the icy road and down the embankment, coming to a rest half buried in a snow bank. Both doors were jammed against the hard-packed snow, trapping the passengers inside. There was a tow truck up on the road, but they were having trouble getting the chains down the slope at a good angle. There were maybe a dozen people trying to shovel the snow away from the doors to try to free the passengers.

That tow truck was never going to get that bus back up that slope. It was going to take at least three tow trucks. Either three tow trucks, or one Velorian.

I landed in the trees behind the bus. I ran out to the side of the bus. "Everybody away from the bus!" I told them. Most of them just ignored me. The ones that didn't were just staring at the golden-haired girl wearing just a tee shirt and jeans in the blowing snow. Not the usual clothes for this kind of weather.

Bending down, I reached under the bus as far as I could. Grasping the frame, I lifted up the bus, using my flight powers to gain the necessary balance and leverage. The people moved away from the bus, startled by its sudden movement. Finding the balance point, I started carrying the bus up the embankment. Once I was back on the road, I started to lower the bus back down onto its tires.

Even before I set the bus completely down, the would-be rescuers had surrounded the bus and me. The state troopers started asking me questions. "Sorry, I can't stay and chat." I jumped up over the bus and ran down the slope into the trees. Once I was out of sight, I leaped up into the sky and flew back to our truck. I landed where I started. I walked out of the trees back to the truck and got in.

"Okay, this traffic should start moving soon," I told them. And sure enough, in a few minutes we were driving past the scene of the accident.

The Denver TV stations all covered the story on their evening newscasts. There had been no news crews at the scene when the rescue happened, but some of the passengers and other onlookers had camcorders and had caught me in the act. Some of their tapes made it on to the newscasts. But no one identified me; between my loose hair and the blowing snow, none of them had gotten good shots of my face.

But all of them speculated on the identity of the mystery blonde. They quickly decided that it probably had been the same girl as the one that had rescued the baby from the fire a year earlier. That footage was shown again, showing a little too much of me. One of the news anchors even named the mystery blonde 'Supergirl' after the comic book character. The name quickly caught on among the other TV stations and among the newspapers.

I really didn't like that name very much. It was so, well, it was so comic book. But what could I do about it? Call the TV station and give them my name and ask them not to call me 'Supergirl'? Yeah, right.

At school I again joined in on my classmates' speculations about the mysterious Supergirl's identity.

Later that week I was walking home from school. It had been snowing on and off for most of the week and the roads were pretty icy. I knew I could ride my bike even on the iciest of roads, but it wouldn't look right if I was the only one riding. And flying was certainly out of the question, though it was tempting. But I couldn't risk being seen.

Just as I came around a corner two blocks from home a car came by, going much too fast for the icy roads. The driver tried to turn the corner but the car slipped on the ice, hit the sidewalk, and flipped over onto its back, coming to a stop in a yard against the base of a tree.

The wheels were still spinning in the air; I could hear the engine still going. I could see and smell the gasoline leaking from the ruptured fuel tank. It wasn't going to be much longer before the whole thing went up in flames.

I took a look inside the car. The driver was a woman. She seemed to be unconscious, but alive. There was a baby in the back, fortunately strapped into a baby seat. I started running towards the car; somebody had to get them out of there! And it looked like that somebody was going to be me, by the time any emergency crews got here it would be too late.

Upon reaching the car, I saw that the doors were locked. I ripped the back door off with one tug of my hand. A fingernail made quick work of the straps holding the baby seat in. I carried the seat out of the car, setting it down under and behind another tree in the yard.

Racing back to the car, I ripped the driver's door off. Again using my fingernail to slice through the seat and shoulder belts, I lifted the unconscious woman out and carried her away from the car towards her child. Just as I laid her down on the snowy ground, the car burst into flames as the leaking gasoline ignited.

People had started to gather around, drawn by the crash and now the fire. Making sure that the emergency crews had been called, and that the two passengers were being properly tended to, I slipped into the crowd and disappeared before I could be recognized.

The accident didn't make the TV newscasts. But the local newspaper quoted some witnesses as crediting a young blonde woman with the heroic rescue of the two passengers. The police believed that the passengers had been very lucky in that the crash apparently knocked the two left doors off so that the rescuer could reach the passengers in order to free them.

There was some speculation about whether the rescuer was the same 'Supergirl' who had pulled the bus out of the snow bank just the previous weekend.

The entire school was excited that 'Supergirl' might have been within three blocks of the school.

That same week one of the Denver newspapers published some pictures taken of the bus accident by someone a couple of switchbacks further up the road. There were some pictures of the bus in the snowdrift, and some pictures of 'Supergirl' carrying the bus up the slope. And two pictures of 'Supergirl' flying above the trees afterwards. The media made a big deal out of those pictures, noting the similarity with the comic book character.

So much for our efforts to keep my flight powers under wraps.

I knew that 'Supergirl' had at least one fan in the neighborhood. Danny showed me his scrapbook one day. He had all of the newspaper articles and pictures about her that he could find. I tried to not show my embarrassment when he showed me the pictures of the baby suckling at my bare breast. He even had some video captures from the TV newscasts, including the baby at my breast.

He also had some pretty far out theories about just who that mysterious blonde was. I mean some really wild ideas.

Oh, but if he only knew the truth!

Once the football season had ended, Larry had begun to get more aggressive, wanting more from me. During the season, he had been content with kissing and suckling my breasts. I guessed that he didn't want to break training or something like that. Though I knew Steve had never been celibate during the Broncos seasons, Mom certainly wouldn't let him.

But now it was becoming increasingly harder to stop him. Without using my superior strength, that is. And I didn't know how he would react to a girl who was so much stronger than he was. After all, he was the big football star. And I didn't know if I really wanted to stop him. After all, there had been times I had been tempted to use my superior strength to force him into my bed. But I remembered what I had done the first time I had tried to have sex with a man. Or three.

Finally, during spring break I let him get me into bed. But he didn't want to do it! Instead, he had me go down on him. I had never done this! Oh sure, I had seen it being done plenty of times, especially in the school parking lot, but I had never done it myself. It seemed like a waste, a guy only has so many shots in him, and to use them on the wrong end of a girl.

I knelt down between his legs and took his erect cock into my mouth. My tongue worked all around it before I gently closed my lips around it and began to suck. I was VERY careful not to put too much force into my lips and tongue. It didn't take too long before he shot his load into my mouth. So that's what it tastes like! My tongue cleaned up every drop before I let him out.

Unfortunately, that was all he wanted. What about me? What was I going to get out of it?

All through spring break it was the same thing. He dropped his pants and had me go down on him, while he fondled my breasts. Not once does he even try to do anything for me.

After a couple of weeks of this, my frustrations mounted to the point where I couldn't take this any more. When Larry tried to get me to go down on him, I took off my skirt and lay down on my bed. I spread my legs. I relaxed my inner muscles and softened myself for him. He eagerly entered me and began his thrusting. I gently put my arms and legs around him. Umm, not bad. Not great, but not bad. He didn't come close to bringing me over the top, but then, no other guy had yet either, no guy that hadn't known that I was, well, different. At least, not and to live to tell about it. For a guy's first time with a Velorian girl, he definitely was not bad.

The second time was even better than the first, though he still didn't bring me to my climax.

The boy definitely had some potential. Some private tutoring should work real wonders for him. And I knew just the teacher for him. And she wasn't going to charge him a cent for the private lessons, either.

I was Larry's date for the Senior Prom. I saw George there with Mary, the same girl he took to the Homecoming Dance. He wouldn't dance with me this time, either. But then, I noticed that he didn't dance much with her, either.

While everybody was talking and dancing inside, I slipped out by myself into the parking lot. Locating the principal's car, I flew it up to the roof, being careful not to get any dirt or grease on my prom dress. There, let's see him drive that home tonight! After checking my dress for any dirt or grease, I slipped back in before Larry could miss me. He was still talking and laughing with a couple of his teammates. I walked up to him and he whisked me back onto the dance floor. I still had to fly to avoid stepping on his feet too much.

The next day it took a construction crane two hours to get the car safely back down. The whole school buzzed for a whole week about that stunt.

All through the spring I kept working on Larry's technique, without making it too obvious that I was teaching him, letting Mom's teachings and my Velorian instincts guide me. I gradually started using a little more of my strength to move his body around a bit. I then used a little more. He was a little surprised the first time when I just picked him up and put him on his back so I could ravish his broad muscular chest. Umm, he tasted so good! He fought me a little at first, but I just held him down, throwing a leg over his to keep them pinned down, while my lips and tongue explored his body. One of my hands went further south, to fondle and caress his manhood. Umm, his body was definitely responding to mine; he was bigger and harder than ever before. And he was getting even bigger and harder.

When he was really ready for me I mounted him. Umm, this was so much better! When I was on top, I was in control. He got just as much out of it, maybe even more. I definitely got more out of it. I could hold him tighter, until I reached a minor orgasm. Now that his hands didn't have anything else to do, they came up to fondle my breasts. Oh but if only his hands were stronger! If he could only squeeze my breasts instead of merely caressing and fondling them.

Soon, with my 'coaching', he was almost as good as Mike and Rob had been that one magical week in Los Angeles. But I still had to be so gentle with him. It was SO frustrating! Oh but if his body was harder! Oh if only, well, a certain other part of him was much harder!

I'm sure Steve knew what Larry was doing to me. But he never acted like an overprotective parent. I don't know whether it was Mom's influence, or just because he knew that Larry wasn't doing anything I didn't allow him to do. But it still couldn't have been too easy for Steve. Like all good dads, and Steve has always been a good dad for me, he wanted to protect his daughter. But he also knew that I didn't need his protection, that I was fully capable of protecting myself from any boy.

And Mom! I'm sure she was torn between being a good protective mother and making sure that my Velorian side grew up properly.

She knew what her Velorian daughter was doing. Well, she hadn't actually caught them in the act. Not that she was trying to. No, Julie and Larry were trying to keep it discreet, and she respected them for it. But when Julie didn't come home until almost dawn on a Saturday morning, or Larry's car stayed parked across the street all night, it didn't take much of a genius to figure out what was going on between them. Throw her Velorian libido into the mix, and no, it didn't take a genius at all to figure it out.

"Well, I've taught her as best I could," she thought to herself. "And at least she's keeping it to just one boy. She obviously hasn't hurt him, he keeps coming back for more of her. But is she really happy? Just how much could she teach him, without revealing herself to him?"

She and Julie had discussed telling Larry the truth about her. But neither of them were too keen on the idea. She didn't want to spread the word about their alien presence too much, and Julie wanted a boy who would love her for the girl she wanted to be. The girl she tried very hard in public to be.

Even those two boys the previous summer in LA didn't know the real truth. They just thought that Julie was an exceptionally strong and physical girl. But she kept wondering whether Larry would be better off knowing more about Julie. But he was a star athlete, proud of his masculine strength. How would he respond to a girl over two thousand times stronger than he was? Not all men took it as well as her own husband.

Not that she herself was two thousand times stronger than Steve was. Even though she was 'only' about forty times stronger than he was, he loved her for it. But she had met other men who had practically run away screaming when they had found out about her strength.

There really was no way to tell just how a man would react to a woman's strength. No way to tell just how Julie's boyfriend would react to her incredible Velorian strength. Would he go running away screaming? Or would he react as the two boys they had met in LA? As Steve had reacted? As Brian, her first lover on this planet, had reacted?

Steve certainly had not gone running away screaming.

Thinking about that, she rolled over and looked at the big man lying in bed beside her. Pulling the covers down from his neck, she slowly and tenderly began kissing his broad muscular chest.

He stirred and opened his eyes. "I thought you said that you were going to let me sleep tonight, sweetheart," he asked her.

"I never said when tonight," she whispered back. "I need you. Please."

"Oh, all right. I suppose if I have to, I have to." But his hands and his mouth showed no signs of reluctance as he rolled her onto her back and began to attack her large firm breasts with all of his not inconsiderable strength.

When she was ready, she used her own not inconsiderable strength to lift him off of her and laid him down on his back beside her. Throwing a leg across him, she straddled him and began lowering herself onto his throbbing cock. Taking his entire length within her, she began pumping her legs. His hands came up to fondle and caress her breasts as she pumped faster and faster. She reached a hand behind his neck and brought his face up to her breasts. He responded by nibbling and biting her hard nipples.

Oh yes, here was a man who definitely responded well to her strength. But could her little girl find one of her own?

That was the last thought she spared her little girl for the next two hours. Instead, her thoughts were concentrated on the large athlete between her legs, and the things he was doing to her body. The wonderful things he was doing to her body.

And the things she was doing to his. The wonderful things she was doing to his body.