Chapter 9

One night over dinner I finally got Mom and Steve to tell me just how they had first met. When I had gone away to summer camp that year, she was a career woman and a single mother. She hadn't been seeing anyone; at least she had never brought a man home, not even for dinner.

When I came back from camp two weeks later, she had met me at the bus station, hanging on the arm of this big absolutely gorgeous hunk of a man. As he drove us home in his truck Mom had introduced us. And not just any gorgeous hunk, but a professional football player. And not just any football player, but a real honest-to-goodness Bronco!

It had been all I could do to not ask him for his autograph as he drove us home. But I did manage to wait until he got us home before asking for his autograph. He did even better than to give me just an autograph, he gave me an autographed team picture.

The two professional football players, defensive teammates on the Denver Broncos, had been celebrating the end of a hard day's work. Yes, a real hard day's work, especially for a summer Saturday; they had been participating in a charity golf tournament. While they hadn't won, at least they had beaten the pair from the offense. And they had soundly trounced the two assistant coaches. They'd had a few beers with their steak dinners, but not too many beers, training camp was less than a month away. Now they had said their good nights and were walking off to their cars, at the opposite sides of the block.

She had worked late, catching up on the paperwork. Stars damn the paperwork! No wonder that the law enforcement agencies were always so short-handed, they spent more time fighting papers than they did fighting crime. Stars, she had spent all of a Saturday doing paperwork! And she knew that she had more to do tomorrow. She thought about how different things were where she had come from, there if you killed somebody, they thanked you for doing your job, they didn't make you fill out forms. But no! She didn't want to go back to THAT. That had been nearly twenty-five years ago.

Tonight she had decided to try to work out some of her frustrations and excess energy by walking home instead of taking the bus as she usually did. Since her daughter was away at summer camp for another week, she didn't need to be home tonight at any particular time.

She wasn't paying too much attention to her surroundings as she started to cross the mouth of an alley, she was still thinking about the damned paperwork. Her thoughts were shattered when a hand grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her into the dark alley. Looking around herself, she saw six young men, all in their late teens or early twenties, waving a varied assortment of knives, baseball bats, tire irons, and bicycle chains. At least none of them had any guns that she saw. She smiled inwardly, she could use a good workout, though this wouldn't be that good a workout. It certainly wasn't going to be an evenly matched fight, there was one of her and only six of them. And she was damned if she was going to do any of the paperwork afterwards! No, by the Stars, she resolved to herself, she wasn't going to do any of the paperwork after this fight!

As Steve approached the alley he heard the sounds of what seemed to be a fight. He quickly ran to see what was the matter. When he turned the corner into the dark alley he saw three armed men surrounding a lone unarmed person. Even in the dark he could see that the person in the middle was a woman. A lone unarmed woman! Without any hesitation Steve immediately roared and charged the two men nearest him.

Just as Steve landed a devastating right cross on the first man, crumpling him to the ground, a figure rose up out of the shadows and swung a baseball bat, catching one of Steve's legs. As Steve was going down, he was able to roll and change his fall into a flying kick, catching his assailant in the head with his good leg, knocking him back down into the shadows, and out.

She had dispatched the first three of her assailants with relative ease; these thugs weren't really good fighters, they obviously had been counting on intimidation and sheer numbers, not expecting her to put up any kind of a fight. Now the other three were on the defensive, only their stupid macho pride now keeping them from simply running away from the fight. From running away from a lone unarmed woman! As she was moving in on one of them she was surprised to see a large man charging into the fray, bellowing at the top of his lungs. The other two thugs turned to face this new threat. Oh shit! What does the damn fool think that he's doing? He's unarmed and outnumbered. Now she's going to have to watch HIS back as well. Well, she instantly decided, let's end this quickly, before the newcomer gets hurt.

She quickly swung her right fist and landed a punch on her opponent's head, going right through his feeble attempt at a block. She didn't have the time to plant her feet properly, she wobbled a bit on her feet, these high heels weren't ideally suited for this kind of activity. It wasn't a particularly hard blow, maybe only about ten times as hard as a heavyweight boxer's best knockout punch. But it was hard enough to crash through his skull; he was dead before his body hit the ground.

As Steve struggled up to his knees he saw the second man pick up the discarded baseball bat and approach him. Steve raised his arms to protect his head and braced himself. A searing jolt of pain from his leg made him grit his teeth, his eyes closing involuntarily. He heard a loud THUD and a couple of CRACKs and winced. Surprisingly, he didn't feel anything, other than the pain in his leg. You never feel the killing blow, he thought. But if I'm dead, why does my leg still hurt?

As she turned towards the newcomer, she saw him struggling to his knees. He had knocked out one man, and there was another body by his feet. Damn, she thought. I thought that I had gotten him. I must be out of practice, that blow must only have stunned him. The one remaining thug had picked up a discarded baseball bat and was walking towards the newcomer. Taking three running steps, she launched a flying kick at him. She wasn't too out of practice, she heard and felt his spine snap as her feet hit. She quickly got back up to her feet and grabbed the heads of the two men the newcomer had knocked out. Two quick twists of her powerful feminine wrists and two masculine necks were snapped.

"Here, let me help," he heard a voice. Sounds like an angel, he thought.

Steve opened his eyes and was surprised to see the woman standing over him. He couldn't spot his would-be assailant. As he tried to stand up his injured leg gave out from under him, sending him crashing back down to the ground. As he clutched his injured leg, the woman was immediately kneeling beside him. "Let me," she said. "I used to be a nurse." Her hands were on his leg, probing the injury. The gentle probing was a complete contrast from the firm way she had moved his hands away. "Nothing's broken or torn. But you should try to keep off of it for a while. You'll have a nasty bruise there for a few days," she announced as she got up. "Should I go call a cab, or maybe an ambulance?" she asked.

"My truck, it's just at the end of the block," he managed to say through his clenched teeth. At least it wasn't his knee. A serious knee injury could end his playing career. But still, an injury like this, so close to training camp, might cost him his starting job this season, if not a place on the team entirely. The starting job he had just won the previous season. And he wasn't ready to retire from football yet; he still had at least a year to go to complete his master's degree.

The woman helped him to his feet. With her supporting him he made it the half-block to his truck. As he leaned against the side of the pickup, she asked him for the keys. Wordlessly he fished them out of his pocket. She unlocked and opened the passenger-side door. Steve tried to climb in, but his injured leg wouldn't support his weight. She helped him in. He could have sworn that she actually had picked him up and set him down on the seat. As he buckled himself in, she walked around to the driver's side and got in. "Okay, where to?" she asked, buckling herself in.

As she drove following his directions to his apartment the two of them introduced themselves. She was surprised when she recognized the name; he was the pro football player whose profile she had read in the newspaper just the week before. The up-and-coming linebacker who had just cracked the starting lineup the previous season. Not just a dumb jock, he had completed his computer science degree while playing ball in college and was pursuing his masters degree during the off-season. But not too smart, she thought, charging into a fight like that. She remembered that he was single and currently unattached. And he was even better looking in person than in the picture that accompanied the article. The one she had clipped out and saved. Somewhat embarrassed, she thanked him for coming to her rescue. Those thugs had been after more than her purse. Even though she was sure that she could have handled the situation on her own, it was noble of him to come rushing in to her aid.

When they reached Steve's apartment building, she helped him up to his rooms. She set him down on his couch, with his injured leg propped up. She rolled up his pants leg to take a look. "He missed the knee, thankfully. It's a deep bruise, but nothing permanent. In a week it'll be as good as new," she said as she got some ice from the freezer in the kitchen and applied it to his leg, before rolling his pants leg back down.

Steve flexed his leg experimentally. "Yeah, I'm okay. Everything seems to be working fine."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to stay a bit longer, just to make sure that you're all right."

Somewhat surprised, Steve looked at her. In the light, he saw just how beautiful this young woman actually was. Shoulder-length black hair framed a pretty face, accented by her blue eyes, the deepest blue eyes he'd ever seen, they almost seemed to glow on their own. She appeared as if she might be a bit older than he was, but not enough to make a difference, not very far from twenty-five on either side. Probably on the younger side. His mind didn't register the fact that her clothes didn't look like she had just gone through a fight with at least four armed men. Smartly dressed in a business suit, with a skirt that was maybe just a tiny bit too short, she definitely had a good figure. Her long legs were nicely shaped, not a runner's legs, but definitely toned. He was certain he had seen some signs of the athleticism and strength contained in that sexy body. And she had certainly shown her abilities as a nurse. Not at all like his last so-called girlfriend, the term 'blonde bimbo' would most certainly have been a compliment. "Huh, yeah, certainly, if you'd like," was all he could say in response to her question. "I'd offer you some coffee or something, but I hope that you'll understand if I don't get up to make some."

She certainly appreciated the look she got from him. She was glad that her daughter was gone for the week. Her daughter was always after her to dress a little less conservatively, to show off her figure a little more, if she wanted to catch a man. And the girl was too young to know just why she usually didn't dare to dress like this. Just in time, she brought her mind back to the conversation at hand. "I do understand. I'd be happy to make some for the both of us, if you'd like some."

"No, thank you. That would only keep me up all night, and I think that I should sleep tonight. Wouldn't you agree, 'doctor'?"

"Absolutely!"

"But the kitchen is over that way," he pointed. "The coffee maker is on the counter, the coffee and sugar are in the cupboard right above it, the cups are to the right, and there's cream in the fridge, if you want some yourself."

"I think that I can find my way around a kitchen, even if it is a bachelor jock's kitchen," she smiled at him.

He placed his right hand on his chest, just left of center. "Ow, right to the heart." What he felt in his heart was anything but pain, however. "Well, help yourself to anything in there. If you'll excuse me, I'm going straight to bed." He stood up, wincing at the pain as his leg started to buckle under him.

"Here, let me help," she was instantly by his side, supporting him. As he put his arm around her shoulders, she put her arm around his waist. Again, he would have sworn that her one arm was carrying most of his not inconsiderable weight.

After she had set him down on his bed, she leaned over him and started to undress him, starting with his shirt and then working her way lower. "No, you don't have to do that. I can manage," he protested. Under other circumstances, he would have enjoyed being undressed by a woman who looked like this one. Almost as much as he would have enjoyed undressing her.

"Hush. Doctor's orders. You're not the first male patient I've done this to. This is strictly medical," she said, effortlessly brushing his hands aside.

"You know, if you weren't being so efficiently medical, and if my leg was better, I might be chasing you," he smiled up at her.

"And what would you do if you caught me?" she smiled back. Hmm, for him I might just run slow enough to let him catch me, she thought. If I didn't chase him instead, that is.

"Exactly what you're doing to me," his smile broadened.

"Hmm, in that case, I might have to come back when you're all better. To check up on my patient," she replied, winking at him. "But tonight, do you mind if I crash on your couch?"

"Huh? Is that really a good idea?" Please, yes, he hoped.

"Listen, tonight you're my patient and I'm your nurse. I don't mind staying. I really don't feel like walking home. And I owe you for coming to my rescue. You got hurt because of me," she said as she finished undressing him, leaving him in just his shorts. "And I think that you need the bed tonight more than I do."

"If you insist, nurse. You'll find some blankets in the hall closet." It wasn't quite the same thing as getting this gorgeous babe into his bed, but the way his leg was hurting it was probably just as good.

"Thank you," she said as she tucked him in. She surprised him by leaning over and giving him a quick kiss before turning out the light and leaving the bedroom, leaving the door open.

"Holler if you need anything," she called back. She half hoped that he would call her for a particular something, something not quite medical, but potentially quite therapeutic.

As she undressed, wrapped herself in a blanket, and lay on the couch, she thought about what she was doing. "I've known this man for less than an hour and I'm already spending the night with him. Okay, so I'm on the couch instead of being on top off him. But I don't want to take unfair advantage of his injury. Not that he could do anything about it even if he wasn't hurt." The thought brought a smile to her face.

She recalled the concept of 'kiraling' that a previous lover, since deceased, had taught her. A sense of responsibility for someone who had risked his or her life for yours. More than mere gratitude, more than a mere debt, kiraling was a life-long relationship. Although her own people didn't have such a strong concept towards what they considered to be mere duty to another, she had lived among her lover's people long enough to see that they took kiraling very seriously. It even transcended the bonds of family, the bonds of kinship. It was partially responsible for their having become lovers, she had nursed her would-be lover back from a near-fatal injury. She was somewhat surprised to feel something like that towards this man. Even though she really had not been in any real danger, there was no way that he could have known that. He had risked his own safety to come to her aid. And because of that, he had been hurt.

She also felt something else towards him. It's totally inappropriate, she told herself. "He's so much younger than I am; he's much closer to my daughter's age. My little one could use a father, but this man might be more like an older brother. And he's a big strong athlete, how would he feel towards a woman with my strength, strength that eclipses his like his would eclipse an infant's? And what would happen when my little girl grows up a little more?"

She felt yet another feeling towards him, this one was centered somewhat lower than her heart. Since the death of her last lover, she had not had a satisfying relationship. There had been a series of one-night stands, but they had left her completely unsatisfied. The men's bodies had been too soft, too weak to even please her, let alone satisfy her. She'd had to resort to using her own fingers, late at night, in her own bed. Even though most of those men had been quite athletic, at least according to their standards, none of them had been as big, as strong, as the young man sleeping in the next room. He definitely had some potential.

She thought back to her first lover on this planet. He also had appreciated her strength. And her other attributes. Brian had been an FBI agent until he had been killed in the line of duty. It was largely through his death that she now had the job that she did. Would she be risking Steve's life if she allowed him to get too close to her?

No, Brian had been an FBI agent long before they had met. Steve was a professional athlete, not a cop. He didn't risk his life on the gridiron. Oh, but could she still let him get too close to her? She wanted him close, and she was hopeful that he wanted to be close to her.

Later that night, as he was sound asleep, she came back into the bedroom carrying a bowl in one hand and a towel in the other. She pulled down the covers and applied a liquid from the bowl onto his bruised leg. She pulled the covers back up and left the room, taking the bowl and the towel with her, but not before planting a light kiss on his cheek.

In the morning Steve woke up to the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. It took him a moment to figure out how there could be coffee brewing when he hadn't gotten up yet. As he rolled over, he was pleasantly surprised that his leg didn't hurt nearly as much as it had the night before, now it was not much more than a dull ache. He'd been in football games where he had ached more at the half.

Before he could get up, she came into his bedroom carrying a tray with a coffee cup. He tried to suppress his smile when he saw how she was almost completely swallowed up by his extra-large bathrobe.

"Ah, good, you're finally awake," she smiled at him. "How are you feeling this morning?"

As she bent down to put the tray on the nightstand, he noticed that she wasn't completely swallowed up by the bathrobe. No, indeed, the bathrobe seemed a bit snug around her upper torso. God, this babe is stacked! "Almost good enough to get up and start chasing you!" he replied, sipping his coffee.

"Well, as your nurse, I can't let you do that on an empty stomach. What would you like for breakfast?"

"No, you don't have to do that," he protested.

"Please, I insist."

Her smile ended all of his thoughts of resistance. "Okay, if you really know your way around a kitchen, I'll leave it up to you," he smiled at her. "I'm sure that you can do better without my advice. In the meantime, if you'll excuse me, I need to use the bathroom." As he started to walk, he winced as the pain flared up again.

"Here, let me." She was by his side again, her strong arm supporting him. Supporting, hell, she was practically carrying him with one arm. At least she had the decency to not come in with him while he did his business. When he came out, she was nowhere in sight. However the sounds and smells emanating from the kitchen told him where she was. Putting on another bathrobe, he limped out to the kitchen just as she was finishing preparing a simple breakfast.

"I hope that this is good enough, I had to use what you had here," she smiled at him as he sat down at the kitchen table.

He dug in. He was surprised at just how hungry he was. She ate her modest portion, looking at him with an amused smile on her face. "That was the best breakfast to ever come out of this kitchen. Thank you," he said as he cleaned off his plate.

"Thank YOU," she said. "Now let me see that leg again." She helped him to the couch and knelt at his side. Opening his robe a little more than was strictly necessary, she inspected his leg. "Yes, that's a lot better. But you should still try to stay off of it today. No dancing, and definitely no football today."

"I don't have anything planned for today. I'll just stay right here on the couch."

"That's a good boy," she smiled at him as she stood up. "I have to go to work. Um, I hate to ask this, but could I borrow your truck? It'd save me the walk. I'll bring it back this evening."

"But it's Sunday! You have to work on Sunday?"

"I just need to run in to the office and do a little catching-up today. But don't you work on Sundays, yourself?"

"Only during the season," he laughed. "Okay, no problem with the truck. You've gone to too much trouble to be a car thief," he smiled and pointed to the keys, still sitting on the table where he had put them last night.

"I'll make you dinner tonight, when I bring it back. A car thief wouldn't do that," she laughed. He joined her. "Now, please excuse me while I change." She picked up her clothes and went in to the bedroom. "No peeking," she called out as she closed the door behind her. She soon emerged in her business suit. Giving him a quick kiss, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

"God, what's she doing working in an office?" he thought. "A babe like that should be out modeling or something." Even though he had the TV turned on, he really couldn't keep his mind on it. He spent the day thinking about her. About what it would feel like to have her in his bed. He'd always been fascinated by strong women. He enjoyed athletic sex, but he'd never found a partner who could even come close to matching his own strength and athleticism. The way she had practically carried him around the apartment, she probably could. And yet she was so beautiful. "But to her, I'm just a patient, nothing more," he mumbled out loud.

After fixing himself a simple lunch he got out of his robe and changed into a tee shirt and a pair of jeans. As he napped during the afternoon, he dreamed about having very athletic sex with a black-haired beauty.

While he napped, he missed the news story on the TV about six gang members having been found in an alley, all of them having been killed viciously and violently. Much more viciously and violently than was typical for a gang fight. But it didn't appear to have been a gang fight; all of the other neighborhood gangs seemed to be scared of what had happened.

As she toiled away on her paperwork, she found that she could not keep her mind on the forms she was filling out. Her mind kept returning to the young man she had just met. Was he thinking about her as well? Or was she just some woman he had rescued from a neighborhood gang? Just somebody to nurse his injured leg?

That evening, she returned carrying a grocery bag and wearing a dress that seemed even shorter than the one she had on earlier. After taking another look at his leg, she disappeared into the kitchen.

That dinner was the best he'd had in months. The food wasn't too bad, either. There was more to this woman than just her body. He had never enjoyed a dinner conversation so much. He also noticed her perfume, it reminded him of wildflowers and honey.

He helped her with the dishes; his leg was hardly hurting any more. But he didn't think that he wanted to go dancing tonight. At least not the vertical kind. But he wasn't sure how she would respond to his advances. He certainly didn't want to scare her off.

As they went into the living room, she sat down on the couch. Much to his delight, she didn't object as he sat down next to her. She also didn't object when he put his arm around her. In fact, she initiated the kissing. As his hands started roaming, she broke off. "Steve, before this goes where I think it's going, there's something that you should know about me," she told him, standing up. "First, I'm much stronger than I look."

"The way you've practically been carrying me about my apartment, I gathered that. I think that it's one of the many reasons I'm so attracted to you."

"No, I mean MUCH stronger. Let me show you." She knelt by the coffee table and pushed up her sleeve before putting her elbow on the table. "Arm wrestle me."

"Come off of it. I know that you're strong, but I'm twice your size."

"What's the matter, your male pride can't handle being beaten by a woman?" She winked at him. "I promise I'll take it easy on you and your sore leg."

"Okay, but I warned you," he said as he knelt opposite her and took her hand. "On three," he said, then started the count. On three he began pushing, trying to end this farce so they could get back to what they were doing before. He could only push her arm back about an inch. Surprised, he looked at her. She was smiling back at him.

"C'mon, you can do better than that," she said as she easily pushed his arm back to the starting position.

This time he put everything he had into his arm. Again, he could only push her back an inch. Still smiling, she pushed his arm back up. Looking at her arm, he was surprised to see how huge her muscles were. They hadn't been anywhere near that size when they had begun, now they were almost as big as his own were. "Maybe you should use both hands," she told him.

Putting his left hand on top of their clenched hands, he threw all of his weight into it, ignoring the ache in his leg. This time, he pushed her arm back two inches. He looked down and gasped, her arm was bigger than his own were. "Not too bad. That's better than anybody else I've arm wrestled with," she said, still smiling. Without showing any signs of strain, she calmly pushed his arm back upright then kept pushing until the back of his hand was on the table.

"How...? What...?" was all he could say, as he sat back down on the couch, flexing his leg to work out the soreness.

"I told you that I was strong. Now let me show you something else. Stay right there," she said as she picked up her purse and went into the bedroom.

His eyes popped out of his head as she emerged in a tiny bikini. God, this babe is really built! He could also feel something else besides his eyes trying to pop out.

"Glad you like it," she said as she walked to the center of the room. As she began posing and flexing, muscles exploded onto her body. Muscles bigger than on any female bodybuilder he had ever seen.

"That's incredible!" he blurted out.

"You haven't seen anything yet," she told him, smiling. As she continued to flex, her muscles grew even bigger. Bigger than his, even bigger than on any male bodybuilder he had ever seen. He crawled across the floor and put his hands on her thighs. They felt like polished marble. His strong hands couldn't make the slightest dent in those female muscles. As he moved his hands up her sexy body, he could feel her flexing each part of her body in turn. She pulled him up to his feet, saying "I'm really glad that you like it. Most men get scared when they see me like this."

"Scared? Why would I be scared of the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen?"

"Thank you. But I might hurt you," she said with a smile.

"If you did, I know of a good nurse who could patch me back up." He put his arms around her and kissed her. He felt her arms around him, holding him tighter than he had ever been held. Suddenly, he felt himself being lifted into the air as she picked him up in her arms. Without any apparent signs of effort she carried him into the bedroom and laid him down gently upon his bed.

She leaned over him and grabbed his tee shirt. He started to remove it when a quick shake of her head stopped him. Pulling her arms apart, she ripped the shirt off of him. She then hooked her thumbs into the waist of his jeans and ripped them apart, peeling them off of his legs. She yanked off his socks and ripped his shorts apart. She pinned him to the bed, one hand on his chest while she removed her bikini. She then proceeded to ravish him. His hands went to caress and fondle her breasts. His large hands couldn't quite surround her large full breasts. His nostrils filled with her wildflowers-and-honey scent.

She had then taken one of his hands and placed it on her arm, and then had flexed that arm. He was astounded by the contrast between her hardest and softest flesh. Her bicep felt harder than steel while her large breasts were smooth and soft, though they were the firmest breasts that he had ever felt.

He had never encountered a woman this aggressive. As her lips and tongue worked over his chest and stomach, he realized that this was less a seduction than a rape. He found that he could not do a thing to stop her from doing whatever she wanted to do. Not that he wanted to stop her; he had often fantasized about a woman who could do exactly that. About a woman who could effortlessly dominate him, one who could do whatever she wanted with his body. Not that he disliked what she was doing to his body with her oh so gorgeous body.

He had never experienced sex like this. This went way beyond even his wildest fantasies. She was in complete control the entire night, and he knew it, even before she flexed her arms while riding him. He had never felt so totally helpless in his life, and he found that he loved it. Even when he was on top, it was because she had placed him there.

All of her hopes from the previous night were fulfilled, as his large muscular body exceeded all expectations. Well, most of them, he wasn't quite as skilled as she had hoped. But that was a shortcoming that she would most certainly enjoy correcting.

In the morning he couldn't feel any pain in his leg. But he did feel some bruises elsewhere on his body. And he didn't mind at all. No, not at all, not at all.

"So it was love at first sight?" I asked the two older people as I got up to start clearing the table. Well, they may have been older, but they certainly weren't acting like it, holding hands and smiling at each other across the table. They weren't acting like parents at all. Well, they really weren't my parents after all, but still, they were supposed to be adults.

"No," Steve told me with a smile. "My first sight of your mother was as a 'damsel in distress'." Mom snorted in a very unladylike fashion. Definitely not like a "damsel in distress". "Well, this dumb jock didn't know any better at the time," he smiled at her. "I thought that I was just being a gentleman." He turned back to me and continued, "I didn't fall in love with your mother until I got her into my room, and into the light."

"Until YOU got ME into your room? Hmm, I seem to remember all but carrying someone to his room that night." Mom smiled at Steve.

"I didn't say that you were being a lady, sweetheart. I just said that I was trying to be a gentleman."

"You've never been a gentleman with me! For which I thank you." She took his hand and kissed it. "And I have to admit, for me it wasn't love at first sight either. My first sight of him was of a damn fool trying to pretend to be a 'knight in shining armor'." Mom winked at Steve as he almost choked on his coffee. "Afterwards, I was kinda curious to see how a little ol' Beta like me would fare against a big Terran athlete like him. To see for myself whether the stories about jocks were true."

"So how long did it take you two to decide to get married?", I asked, coming back from the kitchen with the dessert.

"I think that I was ready to propose to your mother as soon as she let me get my breath back enough to do so. Of course, that took a while," Steve said, smiling at Mom.

She smiled back at him. "Of course. I couldn't let him do it too quickly. After all, nobody on Earth had ever married a Supremis woman before. And I wanted him to have the time to think about just what it meant to be with me. Not just in bed, that was wonderful, but actually living with me. Day in and day out."

"After that first night, I was ready to be with her day in and day out. And especially night in and night out," he smiled even wider.

"Men. They all have one-track minds," she smiled back at him. "Just like the women in this room. But I had to let him know that I wasn't like any other woman he knew. And being married to me would be different from anything that he had ever imagined. And then there was the additional fact that he would become an instant father," she smiled at me.

That week was heavenly. She would come to his apartment every night. At least when he didn't pick her up at her office at the end of the day. Sometimes she cooked dinner for the two of them, other times he took her to the finest restaurants in Denver. After all, what better way for a bachelor to spend his money than on a beautiful woman? Well, maybe more than one woman, but this one woman was all he could handle, and then some. Every morning she cooked breakfast for the two of them.

But the very best was between dinner and breakfast. He learned that she was not just a strong woman. In fact, her strength was completely off the scale. She handled him as easily as he handled the little kids on the Pop Warner teams he helped to coach. Easier, in fact.

After dinner, and the dishes if they were at home, she simply picked him up in her arms and carried him to the bedroom. There, she tossed him onto the bed and they undressed each other. Then she used his body in any way she wanted to. And he was totally helpless, unable to do a thing about it. And he loved every second of it; she knew what to do with his body, as she used her incredible body to give him more pleasure than he had thought that his body was capable of handling.

Tonight, he picked her up at her office after work. "Thank you. It's nice when a man comes to pick me up so that I can rape him." Fortunately for him, his embarrassment didn't last long as she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him.

When they got home, after undressing him, she did not jump on top of him as she usually did. He wondered what she was going to do tonight. Last night, she had lifted him up over her head and gone down on him, or gone up on him. Hell, whatever the proper term was, she had taken his engorged cock into her mouth and sucked him off, while he had been helpless in her strong hands as she held him over her head.

He thought she was going to toss him back onto the bed so she could mount him. Instead, she bent down and ravished his chest. Then she stood upright and, carrying him with her arms around him, walked away from the bed. Spreading her legs, she moved him between her legs and lifted him up between them. Surprised, he wrapped his arms around her. Inserting him inside of her, she adjusted her grip so that she was holding him by his ass. She then began to raise and lower him, stroking herself with him. Experimentally, he relaxed his embrace. He found that it made absolutely no difference, the strength of her arms was more than sufficient to hold his body. More than merely hold it; she was using his entire body as a huge dildo. Deciding to go for it, he unwrapped his arms completely from her torso and grasped her large full breasts. Squeezing her breasts with all of his strength, he was rewarded with a low moan from her.

She raised him up, taking his whole length into her. He felt her tightening her vaginal muscles around his engorged cock. Oh, she could be so tight when she wanted to be! He then felt sensations he had never felt. It felt as if she was somehow massaging his cock. But he was inserted fully inside her. He realized that no ordinary woman could be doing THAT to him. She had muscles in places other women didn't even have places. And those muscles were just as strong as her other muscles, and she knew how to use them!

Relaxing her vaginal grip, she then resumed her raising and lowering. As he felt his climax approach, she tightened her grip again, postponing his release until she was ready. They climaxed almost simultaneously. She held him until they both had stopped shuddering with the force of their orgasms. She then removed him from within her and gently laid him back down on the bed, lying down beside him.

He knew that this was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Not just for the sex .Not that there was anything wrong with the sex, certainly not! They enjoyed the roughest, the most physical, the most athletic, sex he had ever experienced. But her personality alone would make her a good catch. Her cooking wasn't half bad, either. Add on her drop-dead-gorgeous looks. And that incredible strength. And the incredible sex they shared. Now here was a complete package, and then some.

Especially that incredible strength. How could someone, a woman, an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman at that, be that strong? Being a professional athlete, he was used to being around strong athletic people. But her strength went beyond anything he had ever seen.

She was delighted. Finally here was a man who was not afraid of her strength. In fact, he loved it. He loved the way she used it. Unlike other men, he was not threatened by her strength, the strength that she had always had to hide from other men. She had not been able to enjoy sex while holding herself back. Though she knew that she could not use all of her strength without hurting him, she could use enough so that she could enjoy being with him. And she certainly enjoyed being with him.

She especially loved making love to him while holding his large muscular body in her arms. Even more, she loved having him make love to her while she held his large muscular body in her arms. But it wasn't just the sex. She loved his personality, his sense of humor, the overall HIM. And he had money, which was nice too.

Oh, they were a good fit! He fit into her pretty well, too. Much better than the men she had experienced before. And she knew that she could give him a gift that would make them even better of a match. But how would he feel about that?

And how would he feel about her and her origin, once the novelty of their sex wore off? Not that it was about to wear off, at least for her. Would the knowledge of her alien origin drive him away? How about her little daughter? Was he ready to become a father to her little daughter? He wouldn't be able to father a child of his own with her. After all, he was actually closer to her daughter's age than he was to hers. Much closer. And her little daughter was no ordinary girl, either. At least she wouldn't be, even if the girl herself didn't know it yet. No, she most certainly was not an ordinary girl, especially after she grows up a little more. And how would she react to having a father, never having had one before in her life? After all, even if the girl didn't know it yet, she really didn't have a father. Not in the usual biological sense.

As if to echo her thoughts, after he had recovered his breath he asked her, "Just how did you get to be so strong?"

She rolled over and propped herself up on an elbow and smiled down at him. "You really wanna know?"

He turned over and propped himself up on his elbow and faced her.

"If you don't mind telling me. I've worked out all my life, and I'm twice your size, yet you seem to have at least twice my strength." She giggled at this. "What's so funny?" he asked.

She composed herself. "Oh, nothing," she replied. "So you really want to know how I got so strong. If you really want to know, then there're some things that I'm going to have to tell you about me. Some things that you may not believe."

"You're not going to lie to me, are you?"

"Never. I might lie down for you, if you behave yourself, but I'll never lie to you," she smiled at him before leaning forward to brush her lips lightly across his lips. "First of all, I'm not from around here."

"Who is? I'm not from Colorado, either," he stated. "I just work here," he smiled.

"No, no. I don't mean the state."

"Okay, so you're from overseas. So what?"

"No, silly. I mean a lot further away than that."

He was confused for a moment. "A lot further away than that? You mean....?"

"I wasn't born on Earth. I've been stranded here for more than ten years."

"You've been here that long, all alone?"

"That's another thing about me. I haven't been all alone. I have a daughter. She's thirteen years old."

"You're not old enough to have a kid that old!"

"Thank you. I age slower than you do. But my daughter was born the day after we landed here."

"Well, I find all this a bit hard to believe. But I guess it does explain your strength. But just how strong are you?"

She put an arm around him and rolled him on top of her. He tried to get up, but found that he could not break out of her embrace. Her arm felt like a steel band across his back. He saw her run her free hand through her hair, as if to emphasize the fact that she was overpowering him with just one arm. "Do you promise not to try to run away, if I tell you?" she asked, smiling up at him.

"As if I could run away from you," he smiled back, ceasing his struggles. "Besides, this is my bedroom."

"Well, so far I haven't come close to showing you all of my strength. I don't think that I've even shown you a quarter of my strength."

"Not even a quarter...." he managed to sputter out. "So if a quarter of your strength is more than double mine, you're eight or ten times stronger than I am?"

He thought he could see her blush a bit. "No, a quarter of my strength would be a lot more than double yours. I'm about forty times stronger than you are."

He was completely awestruck. "F-f-forty?" How could this woman, only half his size, be almost as strong as the entire Broncos team? "And your daughter? Is she like you, too?"

"She comes back from summer camp this weekend. I'd love for you to meet her."

"I'd love to meet her. But is she like you? Strong and all that?"

"Well, she's not quite like me. She's a blonde, for starters."

He knew that she was just teasing him. There had to be more. "And?" he prompted.

"She doesn't know about her alien origin. I don't expect her to manifest any signs of it until she's sixteen or so. But when she does, she will be someone special, very special."

"Any daughter of yours would be special!"

"Thank you. When she's fully mature, she'll be about forty times stronger than I am. Nearly two thousand times your strength."

"T-t-two th-th-thousand?" He couldn't imagine what that would be like. A girl, stronger than the active rosters of the entire NFL, combined?

"For now, let's just say that her father was somebody very special." She knew that she was going to have to tell him about her foster daughter's real parentage sometime, but not just yet.

At first, when she had told him of her alien origin, explaining her incredible strength, he had been reluctant to believe her. He had never really believed all those stories about UFOs. But her incredible strength was ample proof that she was indeed different. Nobody human, rather, nobody Terran, to use her term, could possibly be that strong. But her claim that she had a little daughter, whose strength would eventually be as greater than hers as hers was greater than his, was something that he had a hard time believing. How could anyone possibly be that strong? He would have to see for himself, with his own eyes. He hoped that she would keep him around long enough for him to see it.

"Are you ready to experience some more of my strength?" she asked, smiling and rolling over on top of him.

"More than a quarter of it?" he asked, grinning.

"I'll let you be the judge of that," she replied, getting up off of the bed. "But I'll still be careful not to hurt you." With that, she stood up, looking down at him and smiling. Then she reached out and grasped one of his ankles and lifted him up off of the bed, dangling him upside down with his head two feet above the floor. She swung him back and forth like a pendulum in a grandfather clock. He saw that she really wasn't exerting herself, her muscles weren't as large as he knew they could be, as she swung his two hundred fifty pound body as if she was simply airing out a towel.

"Hey! Let me down! Please! You're making me dizzy!" he pleaded with her.

"Hold my legs and service me," she commanded him. "Unless you want to become really airsick." She shook him a little harder to emphasize her point.

"Your wish is my command," he replied, knowing that there was nothing he could do to refuse this woman who was half his size. As he swung past her again, he reached out and got his arms behind her thighs. He pulled his head up to her sex and inserted his tongue into her damp slit. He could feel her shifting her grip, to hold him by his ass, then the other hand came to the back of his head, pressing him further into her. He then felt her tongue circling his cock, teasing it until he was ready. She then took him into her mouth. She stood there upright; holding him upside down, until they both climaxed. She then gently laid him down upon the bed and lay down beside him. "There, have you ever had a woman do that to you?" she asked.

"You know that I haven't. There isn't another woman who could."

"Now do you believe me?" she asked, rolling over and leaning over him.

He replied by wrapping his arms around her and trying to pull her down so that he could kiss her. Instead, he found himself pulling himself up to her, as she continued to smile down at him. When his lips met hers, she then lowered the two of them back down to the bed.

As he finally drifted off to sleep that night he dreamed about a woman with the strength of forty men showing up at the Broncos training camp. With somebody like that completely dominating the playing field, she could single-handedly lead them to the Super Bowl. It would not be the last time he would have a dream like that.

Later that night, as we got ready to go to bed, Steve claimed to have a relapse of his leg injury. He sat back in his easy chair, clutching his leg. "Oh, the pain! I don't think that I can make it up the stairs on my own. I need a nurse."

"Don't strain yourself, big boy." She went to his side and put an arm around his waist. As he put his arm around her she lifted him up a couple of inches off the floor with one arm and began carrying him up the stairs. "Let's see how a big Terran athlete like you fares against little ol' Beta like me."

As I went to sleep that night I thought back to my first night with that very same big Terran athlete. A very enjoyable night, so completely different from any of the nights I had during my college days in Boulder after I had dumped Larry.

Mom was preparing for another case. A long one. She expected to be gone for at least two weeks, possibly as long as six weeks. She told me to do the usual stuff around the house, do the cleaning, the cooking, and the laundry. "I want you to take good care of Steve while I'm gone."

"How good?" I asked her, winking.

"Julie!"

"Well, since you're going to be gone for so long, and, well, you know how men are. At least you should know by now."

"JULIE! Of course I know! Who's been teaching you?"

I put up my hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I was just offering to take the VERY BEST care of him that I could while you're gone."

She gave me a long appraising look. With a sigh, she put her notebook down on the table and sat down on the couch next to me. "I knew that this would happen sooner or later. You Velorians are all the same!" She winked.

"Mom! It's okay. I'm not trying to take Steve away from you."

"I know you're not, my little one. But I also know that you're, uh, curious. About a Terran man who can please a Supremis woman for so long. Even if she is a 'mere' Arion Beta woman."

"You're more than a 'mere' Beta, Mom. You're an enhanced Beta. Twice."

"Thank you. And I've enhanced Steve. Though it doesn't work the same way with men." She went on to describe what the enhancement had done for Steve. "His strength hasn't increased that much, maybe about ten percent. But his body is much tougher and harder than before. His bones are almost as hard as steel. Uh, a certain other part of him is now almost as hard as steel, at least under, uh, the right conditions."

"You do mean his...? When you and he are...?" I gave her a dirty leer.

"Yes, my dirty-minded little Velorian," she winked at me again. "You're just as bad as your mother. You know very well exactly what I mean."

"Mmm..."

"And I know that I can't stop you from, uh, sampling him, if you really want to."

"Mom! I was just joking! He's YOUR hunk! And he loves YOU! I'm not saying that I don't love him too, but it's different. I love him as a father."

She refused to let me off the hook. "No, just the fact that you brought it up tells me that there's more. Yes, he loves me. But he also loves you, my little one. And not just as a daughter." She went on to tell me more. Apparently he had fantasized about me, the one woman who's even stronger than his wife is. "And, as you said, I am going to be gone for a while. If he's going to, uh, stray while I'm gone, I'd just as soon have it be with you."

"Mom! He'd never, uh, stray away from you."

"Well, he knows he's free to. He knows that this Arion does, and that I won't stop him. Admit it, my little one. You've been wondering what he's like in bed, haven't you?"

I blushed a little. Well, maybe more than just a little. "Well, he is one man that I don't have to hide my strength from. In fact, I'd love to show him some more of it, stuff he hasn't seen yet. Stuff that a weakling Arion like you can't show him." I winked at her as she blushed. "And I'll admit that most of the men I've had have never really pleased me. Most of them haven't even been very interesting once they're in bed. But you seem so happy with Steve, so eager, even. You definitely don't seem bored with him."

"Bored? Bored with my Steve? Never!" She stopped and thought for a while. "Okay, tell you what, my little one. You give me a crack at the first man you enhance, and you can have Steve for one night, but only if he's willing."

"You got it, Mom! Or should that be, 'You got HIM'?"

"It's a deal! But remember, talk it over with him first. Don't rape him. I don't want you using your Velorian muscles to force anything on him against his will. And remember, for one night only!"

"Yes, Mom! I promise I won't rape him. And if he tries to crawl back into my bed afterwards, I'll tie him up and lock him in a closet," I winked at her.

"And Julie, please be gentle with my Steve. He's used to what I can do, but you're so much stronger than I am. I want him back in one piece, and fully functional."

"Don't worry Mom, I won't hurt him," I told her. "Too much." I winked at her again. "And I'll make sure to return him back to you, in one piece, and fully functional. But he may be a little tired by the time I'm through with him," I winked yet again.

"I don't doubt that one little bit, my little one. You are your mother's daughter, after all. You are very tiring," she laughed. I quickly joined her.

She then went on to tell me more about her husband. The things he liked to do to her, and to have her do to him.

That weekend I discussed it with Steve. I told him the final decision was his, that I wasn't going to force myself on him, even though we both knew I easily could. That if he said 'No' then that was the end of it. He confided that he has wanted me, but that he wasn't sure how I would respond to his advances.

I was flattered that a man with such a gorgeous babe of a wife could want me. "You weren't sure how my Supremis libido would respond to the most important man in my life? Even with being married to a Supremis?" We quickly agreed to a 'date' for the next evening.

That evening we went out on our 'date', to dinner. To make it even more special Steve drove us in his classic Porsche roadster; he hardly ever takes it anywhere except to car shows. Even if I do say so myself, we made a fine-looking couple, even though we weren't wearing our best clothes. Steve had made it clear to me that he wasn't going to undress himself for any woman except for his wife, certainly not for some 'blonde bimbo', as he put it, with a big smile on his face. If I wanted him naked, I was going to have to, well, do something about it myself. I had readily agreed; I'd often thought it would be cool to do exactly that to him. Besides, I might have to 'punish' him for that 'blonde bimbo' crack. And I certainly wanted to undress myself for him in the best way possible.

When we got home, as soon as the front door was closed behind us I kicked off my heels and scooped him up in my arms and carried him up the stairs to the master bedroom. He was understandably a little nervous, I had carried him around a lot before, but never upstairs. After all, it's not every day that his teenage stepdaughter carries a man to his bed. "You still think I'm just a 'blonde bimbo'?"

"You know that I never thought of you that way. You're my daughter and I love you." Going into the master bedroom I laid him down gently on the big double bed. "Um, Julie, are you sure you want to do this? Absolutely sure?"

Could he be having second thoughts? I knew that I could easily force myself on him, but I couldn't do that to him. Not to Steve, and not to Mom. "C'mon, what's the matter? Don't you like 'blonde bimbos'? Don't all 'dumb jocks' like 'blonde bimbos'?" Before he could answer I leaned over him and kissed him. Not like the good-luck kiss before his football games, a really deep kiss, the way I've never kissed him before. When he started responding properly, my tongue forced his mouth open and entered, probing for his tongue. I certainly didn't kiss him like a blonde bimbo kissing a dumb jock.

"Um, are you sure?" he gasped out when I finally let him up for air. He was trying to grin even as he sucked air.

My strong hands ripped his clothes off. I knew that my pheromones didn't have as much of an effect on him as they do on others, but there was enough; his response was certainly obvious and certainly more than adequate. And there was more to, well, him than with any man I had ever had before.

"Ah, should I take that as a 'yes'?" His grin was threatening to split his face apart.

I ripped my own clothes off of my body; it was the first time he had seen me completely naked. Well, except for that one time last summer when he had peeked into my room to call me down for lunch while I had been sunbathing out on the deck next to my room. Even though I couldn't get much more of a tan from the sun, I always enjoyed the warmth of the sun. And I hadn't been quite completely naked yet when I heard Steve walk into my room. I had pretended not to notice, and he had left immediately upon seeing me out on the deck. Which was probably a good thing or the big football player might have been raped by his teenage stepdaughter. And I had already almost raped him once before. But it did take me about fifteen minutes to get down for lunch.

But it wasn't going to be rape this time. If he told me to stop, I would. At least I thought that I would. If I couldn't control myself with Steve, with whom could I control myself?

"God, you're beautiful!"

Mmm, I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing men tell me that. Especially when it comes from a big gorgeous hunk like Steve. "Naughty, naughty!" I scolded him as I sat beside him. "A big stepdad shouldn't think that way about his little stepdaughter." I pinned him to the bed, my little finger in the middle of his large muscular chest. He knew what I was going to do to him, and also that there was nothing he could do about it. Not any more, we were committed to spending the night together. I wasn't about to let him wriggle off the hook now. Or wriggle out from under my finger, either. He struggled valiantly to get free, but of course all of the strength in his powerful masculine body was no match for the feminine strength in my finger. I smiled down at him as my free hand released my long golden hair from its ponytail.

Keeping my fingertip on his chest, I floated up over him and down, my legs straddling his washboard stomach. Releasing his chest I grabbed his wrists and brought his hands up to my breasts. Realizing that he had no choice in the matter, he started doing the right thing. Even his large hands couldn't completely surround my mounds. He squeezed with all of his strength. Umm, that felt good!

I decided to tease him a little more. I slowly flexed my chest muscles, hardening my breasts. Soon his strong fingers couldn't make even the slightest dent in my softest flesh; they felt like feathers as they tried to squeeze me. I then relaxed, letting my breasts soften to their usual state, though still much firmer than any Terran's.

I shrugged my shoulders, my bouncing breasts knocking his hands away. I leaned forward, bringing my breasts down over his face. His hands came back to my breasts as I leaned to one side, putting a nipple into his mouth. He suckled and bit. Umm, that felt even better!

"It's time that you learned a lesson about little stepdaughters," I whispered to him as I floated up again, pulling my breast out of his mouth. I floated backwards and lowered myself onto his throbbing manhood. I tightened my inner muscles; I was gripping him about as hard as Mom could, oh so much harder than I've ever held a man before. Keeping a watch on his face, I slowly increased the pressure. When he grimaced, I eased up a bit.

I started pumping my legs, slowly at first while his hands explored every curve of my body, and then faster. He thrust his hips up, trying to match my pace. Oh it felt SO good, not having to hold back so much. I was using more of my strength than I had ever used with any man before. And I was getting more out of it than ever before. He's SO much harder than any man I had ever had inside me. As he neared his orgasm, I tightened my inner muscles just so, keeping him from climaxing. Nearing my own orgasm, I released him. We climaxed simultaneously, as he shot his big load into me. I fell forward, pressing my firm breasts into his muscular chest. After about a minute I rolled off of him, lying down beside him, giving him a chance to recover.

My fingers played over his chest, his muscles are so much bigger than the average, and much harder. I put my head over his chest, my tongue and lips ravishing that muscular body. My hand caressed his balls, finding the right pressure points to get him ready for me again.

When he was ready, I rolled over onto my back. Spreading my legs, I lifted him up between them. "Now teach me about big stepfathers," I whispered in his ear. He needed no further invitation as he entered me and began thrusting vigorously. He definitely didn't have any second thoughts now. Knowing that he didn't have to be gentle with me, he used all of his enhanced strength. His hard muscular chest felt so good against mine as it flattened my breasts slightly. I wrapped my arms around him, being careful not to crush his large muscular ribcage against my soft breasts. I wrapped my legs around him, very loosely; I certainly didn't want to impede his vigorous motion. A low moan escaped my lips. Again I delayed his climax until mine approached. OH YES! No man had ever done so much for me before. He definitely knew how to please a Supremis woman. Oh thank you, Mom! You've taught him well. Very well, indeed.

After he rolled off of me he lay beside me panting, trying to get his breath back. When he had recovered somewhat, I put my arm around him and pulled him back on top of me, pressing his face into my breasts. He eagerly licked and suckled. I put my little finger under his chin and lifted his face towards mine. "So, you think that I'm a blonde bimbo, huh?"

He looked a bit surprised, and maybe even a bit scared. Good! That was just the reaction I was hoping for. I lifted his body up and moved his face up closer to mine. Without waiting for his answer, I dropped him on top of me. One arm went around his body, pressing his broad muscular chest against my soft breasts while the other went around his head, crushing his lips against mine. After a while I relaxed my arms enough to let him come up for air. I pulled him in tighter, until the soft breasts pressing against his large muscular ribcage made him wince. "A blonde bimbo, huh?" I asked again before releasing the pressure.

"Um, Julie, you know that I never meant that." The grin on his face told me more than mere words ever could. Bimbo or not, he was certainly enjoying being with this blonde. I rolled him off of me onto his back and then straddled and mounted him. He certainly didn't treat me as if I was a bimbo.

After a few more rounds he was completely exhausted, he couldn't stay awake any more. Even his enhanced body has limits, limits well short of mine. I held Steve in my arms as he slept, pillowing his head on my soft breasts, my fingers tracing the muscles of his chest.

When he woke up in the morning I took him twice more before we showered together. It wasn't as hot as I liked, but there were other compensations. He leaned on me a little as we soaped each other up, for some reason he was a little unsteady on his feet. I felt a little weak in my legs also, I doubted if my legs were more than a thousand times stronger than a Terran's. I also had to do more work soaping than he did, his body was so much bigger than mine was. We then dried each other off. I resisted the temptation to use my heat vision; it was more fun to do it with towels. Even if he did snap my ass a few times with his towel. He stopped when I floated up in front of him, swinging my breasts in front of his face, threatening to swat him with something a lot harder than a mere damp towel.

I started preparing a big breakfast for the two of us, I knew that we were both going to need the energy.

Oh thank you, Mom! No wonder you love him so much!

Dinner was a rather quiet meal as they went out on their 'date'. Steve noticed that his stepdaughter had a wide smile on her face, her deep blue eyes practically glowing with their own inner light, her long blonde ponytail thrown forward over one shoulder. As he started to return her smile she winked at him and slowly licked her lips. Somehow he didn't think that she was savoring her dinner. Anticipating the dessert, maybe.

He thought about the dessert tonight. At least her 'dessert', since he had agreed to be it. Not that his own 'dessert' was going to be unappetizing. The thought of being with the beautiful young blonde woman now smiling at him had excited him considerably. Being with the one woman who was even stronger than his super-strong wife was.

He knew that he really shouldn't be thinking about her in that way, she was his daughter, even if not in the strict biological sense. But then, in that sense she wasn't his wife's daughter, either!

He thought back to the shy skinny blonde ponytailed girl he had first met, when her mother had surprised him by telling him about her daughter. She certainly hadn't looked old enough to have a daughter in middle school. Hell, she still didn't look old enough! The two of them looked more like sisters than a mother and daughter.

Still, the beautiful blonde young woman next to him was still his daughter. Even though he knew that Arion and Velorian sensibilities and mores were different, quite a bit less confining, than Terran, he felt more than a little anxiety. His anxiety mounted as she picked him up in her powerful arms and carried him up to the room he normally shared with his wife. Even though he knew that his wife knew what was going to happen, and even had approved and encouraged it, this was the bed he shared with her.

He also remembered that time about three years ago. She had been seventeen at the time, and it was closest that the two of them had come to being intimate with each other. And it was not the usual way that one would think of about a man being intimate with his stepdaughter. No, not at all. She had nearly raped him then.

She must have sensed his thoughts. As she gently laid him down on the bed he asked her, "Um, Julie, are you sure you want to do this? Absolutely sure?"

In reply she kissed him, deeply and passionately. His Velorian daughter kissed him even more deeply and passionately than his Arion wife ever had. Certainly with more force. She almost sucked all of the air out of his lungs, until he thought that they were going to collapse.

"Um, are you sure?" he managed to gasp out when he had recovered his breath.

Still without saying a word, she ripped his clothes off, her hands going through the fabric as if it wasn't there.

"Should I take that as a 'yes'?" he asked, still breathless from her kiss, but grinning from ear to ear.

Something else took his breath away as she ripped her own clothes off, again her strong hands not finding any resistance from mere fabric. Briefly he thought back to the time last summer when he had gone up to her room to call her down for lunch. She had been sunbathing out on the deck, the shadow of the railing encircling her perfect breast. He had seen her fingers working their way into her red panties. Embarrassed, he had quickly and quietly left. When Julie had come down fifteen minutes later, she had looked a little flushed.

"God, you're beautiful!" he managed to blurt out. His body was definitely responding to hers, even though his mind still wasn't convinced that this was totally appropriate.

She seemed to confirm his thoughts as she sat next to him, scolding him and pinning his body to the bed. As he struggled to free himself, he was surprised to realize that she was pinning him using only her little finger. His wife couldn't do that! It always took her entire hand to pin him down. And Julie certainly didn't look to be exerting any effort, running her free hand through her long blonde hair, even though he was using all of his considerable strength.

But then she straddled his stomach and forced his hands to her large firm breasts. He loved his wife's large firm breasts, but these were even firmer. And maybe even larger, as well. She then casually knocked his hands away and leaned forward, putting a nipple into his mouth. His body continued to respond to hers. His hands explored every curve of her slim gorgeous body, every muscle of her fit athletic body. Her muscles were like those of a fitness model, not like the bodybuilder muscles his wife possessed, but he knew they were much stronger, and harder. Though it's tough to compare their hardnesses, how could his mere male flesh compare the hardnesses of two steel-hard female bodies?

As she mounted him, he realized he had no say in the matter, she was going to have him, and there was nothing he could do about it. She was going to hold him to his commitment to spend the night with her, and there was nothing he could do about it. He realized that this was another similarity between the two women. His first night with his wife had been like this, too, more a rape than a seduction. This young woman was not going to take a 'no' for an answer. Not that his body was saying 'no', his mind was no longer in control of his body. He knew it wouldn't have made any difference anyway, she was in complete control of the situation. There was not a thing he could do about it, except to go along and enjoy the ride!

And enjoy the ride he did! After their climaxes she ravished him. He felt himself recovering, much quicker than he could ever remember having done. By the time she placed him between her spread legs he had no conscious control of his body. He began to fuck her beautiful sexy body, hard, as hard as he could with his strong muscular body. In the back of his mind he knew that his powerful body would be hurting any ordinary woman with the strength of his efforts. His daughter simply held him tighter as she moaned with pleasure.

He realized that this was as much a new experience for her as it was for him. With some pride, he knew that he was more of a man than any man she had previously experienced in her young life. Even if he was still no match for her, his Arion-enhanced body was, well, enhanced over any other man's. Though he knew someday she would enhance some other man to better suit her Velorian body.

As much as he was accustomed to being the submissive, but not passive, partner in this very same bed, this night was a totally new experience for him. At least he could force his wife to take notice of his 'struggles' but his teenage daughter didn't even seem to notice his efforts, she just made love to him her way. Not that he was complaining! He was completely spent when she finally let him sleep

In the morning, when he had wakened, it took him a moment to recognize the blonde woman lying beside him. It was the first time since his wedding that he had woken up to a woman other than his wife. She had an arm thrown carelessly across his chest as she slept. He tried to get up so he could shower. He carefully tried to move her arm, not wanting to wake her. He was surprised when he couldn't budge it even one single inch. He tried harder. It still wouldn't move. Soon he was using all of his strength, but the arm just wouldn't move.

He then realized that she wasn't asleep; she was looking at him with an amused smile on her face, her eyes half open. "Trying to go somewhere, big boy?" she asked. "The night's not over yet. Since I can only have you for one night, I'm going to get the most out of you." Without releasing him she threw a leg across his body and knelt astride him. Instead of lowering herself onto him as he expected, she reached down and picked him up by his hips, hoisting him into her. Supporting his body, she began to stroke him inside her. One of her hands moved up his back, pressing his chest against her large full breasts.

After that night, he definitely knew from first-hand experience that his little daughter was grown up; she was no longer a girl, but a woman. "Like mother, like daughter," he thought, not for the first time, though he knew fully well that there were no actual blood ties between the two women. But they were alike in so many ways, their actions, their mannerisms. Not to mention their stamina and appetites. Though there certainly were enough differences between the two of them to make life interesting. Yes, it was definitely interesting living under the same roof as these two women. He remembered the Chinese ideogram that depicted two women under one roof, the ideogram that meant 'trouble'. They may have been right in the general case, but the meaning of that ideogram definitely did not apply in this case. No, he definitely didn't see any trouble under his roof. No, no trouble at all.

But he was glad that they had agreed that this was for one night only. He had enough trouble keeping up with superwoman that was his wife. This young supergirl, no, this young superwoman, was quite a different matter altogether.

It took a lot of willpower to keep my hands off of Steve after that night. A lot of willpower. And I think that Steve was having a similar problem. Our wrestling sessions the following week were a bit different from before. But I remembered my promise to Mom and refrained from taking Steve again, though that would have been SO fun. And I told him that I had better not catch him trying to sneak into my bed. But I did pinch his cute ass a few times as we passed in the hall. I stopped when he started to retaliate by grabbing my breasts and squeezing.

I also managed to refrain from asking him how I compared to Mom. I may be a Velorian, but I just couldn't bring myself to ask a man if I was as good in bed as his own wife was. Especially when his wife was my Mom. I contented myself with the knowledge that he had definitely seemed very pleased with our one night together.

None of the other men I had ever had have been anything like him. Oh, but if only he wasn't already spoken for! It's a shame that he doesn't have a younger brother. Or an older brother, for that matter.

Of course, when Mom got back after being gone for three weeks she had to hear all about it. The first night she gave Steve a chance to tell his side of the story. Though I suspected they did more than just talk all night. The second night, after Steve had finished the story, she came to my room to hear my side of the story. And for, well, other things.

I continued working with Mom. But she didn't let me have any of the 'honeymoon' jobs. Maybe she was just trying to protect me. Or maybe she was trying to protect the male agents. From me.

She wasn't completely successful. Of course, I took my job very seriously. The job didn't need to be a 'honeymoon' job for me to get very close the man I was protecting. After all, I was primarily a bodyguard, so I had to stay as close to my man for as much of the time as I could. I also had to get to know the body I was guarding. And I did get to know some bodies rather well.

At least one body, the body that was Mark's. We had become something of an item, as we tried to get as many assignments together as possible. Though we both thought that it wasn't the 'Real Thing'. There was too much of an age difference between us, after all Mark was only a year younger than my stepdad. But that certainly didn't keep us from enjoying the time that we had together.

But it was still so frustrating, having to be so gentle with his frail Terran body.

No, none of the other men had done as much for me, either physically or emotionally. Mike and Rob had come the closest, and it had taken the two of them working together as a team.

Physically, they were no match for me. No Terran man was. Though at least I wasn't injuring a man anymore when I got him into bed with me. At least not too badly. But their soft weak male bodies just weren't doing anything for my female body, for my hungers, for my appetites. Oh, there had been times when they had come close, like that time when I had helped those three football players celebrate Colorado's win over Nebraska. The night had started with the three of them having their way with me. It had quickly changed to me having my way with the three of them. But I still had to be so careful to be gentle with them that I hadn't gotten as much enjoyment out of it as I would have liked to. Even then, I had been rougher on them in bed that night than the Cornhusker players had been on them on the football field that afternoon. Their large muscular bodies just hadn't been tough enough. I had left their exhausted bodies sleeping. It's SO frustrating!

Emotionally, there was nobody who had really touched me. They all saw me as a blonde who looked like she would be good in bed. And that was all they wanted, especially after they found out just how good I could be in bed. They really didn't want to spend the rest of their lives with me, and of course I couldn't spend the rest of his life with a man like that. And just because I was good in bed for them didn't mean that they were good in bed for me.

There was one boyfriend that had shown some potential. David was a starting defensive tackle for the Colorado Buffaloes. He had made second-team all-conference the year before, and everyone was looking forward to even better things the next year. Six-four, nearly three hundred pounds, and strong as an ox. Or a buffalo. One of the strongest men on campus, though of course it didn't make that much difference to me.

And he wasn't just a dumb jock. He was sweet, kind, and intelligent. Sort of like Larry, but better. An all-around nice guy. And quite nice in bed. At least for a Terran who didn't know that I was a Velorian. He liked it very physical in bed, almost rough. I was sure that most ordinary girls would have had trouble with him, he was so physical.

But he just wasn't physical enough for me. I had to hold back so much of my strength, being so gentle with him. It was SO frustrating!

But then one night I got a little too physical with him.

He had always seemed to enjoy it when I managed to work myself on top of him, laying him on his back so I could ravish his huge body. He must have thought that he was letting me on top, that I was using all of my strength while he held himself back.

Tonight, after I let him suckle my breasts for a while, I rolled him off of me and onto his back. I then ravished his huge chest for a while. But this night, instead of mounting him and riding him as I usually did, I kneeled on the bed with my legs straddling his body. I lifted him between my legs and put him into me. He was definitely surprised at my strength, I was sure he'd never had a girl lift him. At least not since he had been a child, being held in the arms of his mother.

His surprise turned to something resembling fear as I knelt there with one hand on his ass and the other behind his back, pressing his huge muscular chest against my soft breasts. When I felt my breasts flatten slightly I eased up, not wanting to crush his ribcage against my softest flesh. I began pumping him up and down into me, using his entire body as a huge dildo. As he approached his orgasm I tightened my inner muscles, holding him until my own orgasm approached.

After we both climaxed I continued to hold him gently in my arms. He struggled, trying to get free from my intimate embrace. My breasts flattened only slightly as I held his big body tightly next to mine. Tonight he definitely was not holding anything back. I ignored his efforts until he was ready for another round. Without putting him down, I started to take him again.

My hand on his ass was pumping his body up and down, moving him much harder and faster than he could have done for himself. I opened my eyes and looked at his face. I saw that he was gasping, having trouble breathing. My other hand was holding his chest against mine too tightly, his lungs couldn't expand his chest any further against my soft breasts. I loosened my embrace until he could breathe, but I didn't slow the motion of my other arm as I continued to stroke myself using his body as a huge dildo.

I laid down for the third round. Lying on my back, I held his hips above mine as I stroked him deeply inside me.

I still wasn't through with him for the night. Laying him down on his back, my mouth began working over his chest. My right hand went south, fondling him and massaging his pressure points to get him ready for me again. When he was ready I threw a leg over him and mounted him and rode him.

The next weekend, he didn't want to see me. I went over to his apartment anyway. When he opened the door, I pushed it open against his resistance and went on in. I simply carried him to his bed and undressed him, ignoring his feeble struggles. Again he was not holding anything back, struggling with all of his strength. I held him down on his bed with one hand while I took off my own clothes. He didn't stand a chance against my pheromones and my muscles.

As he continued to struggle, I laid down beside him and threw a leg over his large muscular legs, pinning him to his bed. I began to ravish his huge muscular chest, putting a little more force into my tongue than usual. I then rolled over onto my back, rolling him on top of me and forcing his mouth to my breasts. I forced him to suckle my breasts for a few minutes, a hand on the back of his head keeping his mouth on my breasts. Then I rolled him back off of me and mounted him. He put his hands on my waist and tried to lift me off of him. I took his hands and moved them up to my breasts. I pressed his hands firmly against my soft mounds, being careful not to crush his hands or to break the fragile bones in his fragile hand. When I let go of his hands he started hitting me. His hardest blows only made my breasts bounce.

I used him for most of the night, getting rougher and rougher and more and more physical, until he was too drained to continue. In the morning I was just about to wake him up for another round when I saw the bruises covering his body. I looked a little deeper and was relieved that I hadn't broken any of his ribs or had caused him any other internal injuries.

I realized that what I had done to him last night could be considered rape. He had been struggling with all of his considerable strength almost the entire time. But of course all of his male strength hadn't meant a thing compared to my female strength. I left his apartment without waking him up.

After that, he refused to see me. Still thinking about the rape, I didn't force myself on him. I phoned him a few times, but that was it.

He wasn't the same man after that. He quit the football team, and soon dropped out of school completely.

I never saw David again.

I had felt really bad about that. I had ruined a promising athletic career, and probably ruined his sex life forever. All by just showing him how strong a girl could be. At least how strong this particular Velorian girl could be.

I kept myself away from jocks for quite a while after that. Not just away from jocks, but away from all guys. It was SO frustrating!

I even left Mark alone the next time that we worked together. Oh, he tried to crawl into my bed, but I quickly let him know in no uncertain terms that I was not interested. Oh, I actually was interested, but I just wasn't sure what I would do to him. I might have gotten too carried away and not stopped even when he signaled me to stop. And I didn't want to risk that. I was there to protect Mark, I couldn't risk hurting him.

Things got so bad that even Danny, the high school kid next door, started looking good to me. But not quite good enough.

He had grown up to be a quite a good-looking young man. He wasn't big but he was athletic, he ran on the track team in high school. He's already had a crush on me for as long as we've lived there, I certainly didn't want to start doing anything now to encourage him.

The boy who had just turned sixteen, and he was actually starting to look good to me! Talk about desperation! Or frustration! Or whatever.

But I have to admit that I peeked into his room on more than one occasion, as we were each lying in our own beds, as we each 'relaxed' before going to sleep. I knew that he was thinking about me, or at least about my alter ego, since he would often look through the pictures in his 'Supergirl' scrapbook first. I sure was thinking about him as I watched him through the walls, imagining what it would be like to have the young blond boy in my arms. And between my legs. And wondering what he'd be like if he knew that the girl of his fantasies was the same next-door girl that he's had a crush on for all these years.

I started to wonder what it would be like to be with a guy who knew that I was really 'Supergirl'. What would it be like if I was to just swoop in through Danny's window and 'introduce' myself?

Though I knew that age wasn't a big factor. I was going to outlive everyone on this planet. Even if I married someone even younger than Danny, in fifty years or so I'd be a widow. A widow who still looked like I looked now. From what Mom had told me about a Velorian's life span, I might be able to go through half a dozen husbands. Without having to go through a single divorce.

There had been that one magical week in Los Angeles with those two guys from Oregon. But that had been a summer fling, and all three of us knew it. All four of us, Mom had taught them quite well in the fine art of pleasing a Supremis.

I knew that I was going to have to find a man and enhance him. Oh, but who? Not some jerk like Larry. He already thinks that he's God's gift to women. I couldn't even begin to imagine what he would be like if I gave him this 'gift'.

How about George? I really enjoyed the times we had spent together, even if we never had any sex. His folks still lived only a block from us, but he was going to Stanford, and I had only seen him around a few times since high school. He was polite enough when we did meet, but that was all. After our freshman year we had even stopped writing each other.

Oh, there were definitely some holes in my life. The big one in my heart only made the one between my legs feel worse. Or maybe it's the other way around. Either way, there were definitely some holes in my life.

None of the relationships I had while at CU come even close to being satisfying. I had gotten in the habit of going trolling, trying to find a suitable man. I had discovered that I could go to Las Vegas at any time of the day and find plenty of available men. But none of the men that I had, here, Las Vegas, or elsewhere, had been anything like that one night with Steve. But after I had raped David, I even stopped going to Las Vegas.

The first man I had after that was in Topeka, Kansas. There had been a string of rapes there, and Mom and I went down at the request of the local FBI office to see whether we could lure the rapist out and take him down.

We didn't have too much to go on. The descriptions given by the victims didn't all match. Many of them hadn't even gotten a good look. And one woman had reported that it had been two black men.

Tonight I was working a residential neighborhood on the south side, while Mom was closer to downtown. I was wearing a blue tee shirt, blue running shorts, and a pair of sneakers as I jogged through a darkened park. I was jogging slowly, maybe even a bit slower than an ordinary girl with legs as long as mine. Two of the victims had been out jogging in the evenings when they were raped, so we thought that this might be a way to attract him.

As the path went through some trees a black man came out and began jogging behind me. I turned my head, looked at him, and gave him a smile. I had seen the knife taped under his tee shirt, and somehow I didn't think that he was carrying it to protect himself from potential rapists.

I expected him to close in on me as we headed for the next grove of trees, but he didn't. He just kept my pace, about thirty feet behind me. Hmm, maybe he was just carrying that knife to protect himself from muggers.

Then another black man stepped out from behind a tree, waving a knife in the air. Damn! I had been so concerned about the man behind me that I hadn't been bothering to watch where I was going. But I just might have two men tonight, not just one.

I immediately turned around. The man behind me also had his knife out. Good! Since I couldn't run away I would just have to deal with them. And I was certainly intending to deal with them. It had been SO long since I've been with a man, at least three months, that I wasn't about to let their little knives get in my way.

As I stood there pretending to be scared, looking for a way out, I scanned the park. Good, we were completely alone, there wasn't another soul around.

The man who had been hiding behind the tree reached me first. Holding his knife in my face, he told me to take off my shirt.

I did, tossing the shirt away over my shoulder, and I heard the gasps from both of them. I hadn't bothered to wear a bra, and the sight of my large firm breasts took their breaths away.

The man with the knife in my face recovered first. "Now the shorts, babe," he said. I could see that he was having a hard time not just reaching out with his free hand for my breasts.

Still pretending to be scared of the two men and their knives, I pulled my shorts down below my knees before stepping out of them, kicking off my shoes in the process. They definitely seemed appreciative of the fact that I wasn't wearing any panties under my shorts.

As he started fumbling to get his shorts off, I made a feint to run away. But the other man was right there with his knife. "You can't go anywhere yet, we're just starting." Sobbing, I fell to the ground.

Obviously I wasn't the first woman they had double-teamed. They were on top of me immediately, one man holding my wrists above my shoulders while the other spread my legs apart and got between them. I relaxed my inner muscles enough to let him in. He started thrusting, grunting as he did so.

Yes, it had been so long, over three months, since I've had a man. I just wasn't getting anything out of this, though. Maybe the other man would be better.

I brought my hands up, flipping him up into the air. I caught him and laid him down on his back next to me. I rolled over, pushing the man on top of me off, laying him down on his back next to his partner.

I quickly stripped their clothes off. I threw a leg over the nearer one, the one who had been holding my wrists, and started lowering myself onto his throbbing manhood. He apparently didn't want to be on the bottom, for he thrust up with his knife. He was stronger than he looked, I was sure that if he had stabbed a piece of wood he would have buried the knife blade up to its hilt. As it was he buried the blade into my left breast, lifting my breast a couple of inches, my soft flesh dimpling until his hand touched me.

"Mmm, that feels good," I told him, closing my hand over his and thrusting the knife higher, lifting my breast a few more inches, until the blade snapped, having more than met its match in my softest flesh. Lowering his hand, I collected the broken blade and the hilt, tossing them away over my shoulder into the trees.

The other man tried to scramble to his feet to escape. A hand in the middle of his chest forced him back down to the ground. "You can't go anywhere yet, we're just starting," I used his partner's words.

He swung his knife at me, catching me in the ribs. He wasn't as strong as his partner, my flesh barely dimpled. Releasing his chest I grasped his hand, moving the knife blade up to my right breast. I thrust the knife further into me, dimpling my breast a little until this blade also snapped against my softest flesh. I collected the remnants and tossed them away into the trees as well.

By now I had lowered myself fully onto the man below me. My long legs began their pumping. Reaching out and getting an arm around the other man, I lifted his head up to my breasts. He was yelling at me, so to shut him up I forced my nipple into his mouth. Instead of suckling he bit down on my nipple. "Harder!" I told him, pressing his face even further into my breast.

Both men were now really struggling, hitting me as hard as they could with all of their Terran strength. Mmm, that felt so good! It had been so long since I had a man inside of me, so long since I had a man in my arms for anything more than a quick hug.

OH YES! A man between my legs and another in my arms, working over my breasts.

OH NO! What was I doing? These men were rapists. I was supposed to apprehending them, not fucking them. What was I doing, having sex with rapists?

I quickly squeezed their heads, knocking them both unconscious. I used the strips of their clothes to tie them up. Getting dressed, I ran across the park to a pay phone and called the police, telling them where they could pick up some suspected rapists.

I stuck around, hiding in the trees, until the police showed up. Then I flew back to our hotel to wait for Mom.

In the morning we called the police to inquire about the two men I had caught the previous night. They had confessed to a series of muggings and rapes in and around Topeka. However they refused to say what had happened last night, why the police had found them unconscious and naked, tied up with their own clothes.

Of course I wasn't doing all of the work. The next night Mom nabbed a rapist downtown, this one armed with a gun. The police found him in an alley, naked and tied up with his own clothes. Like the two that I had nabbed he confessed to his past rapes. Also like my two, he refused to say what had happened to him.

Their victims identified the mug shots. Between them their confessions accounted for most of the recent rapes in the area. We accepted the thanks of the local FBI chief and came home.

"Why don't you show me what you did?" he asked, smiling with a twinkle in his eyes.

We had gotten home from Kansas earlier today, and after we had finished with the paperwork Mark took me out to dinner. He pulled out all the stops; we had a private room. I had told him how I had taken down the two rapists. As we waited for our dessert I had also started telling him why I hadn't taken him to bed recently, that I had actually raped my latest boyfriend.

My latest ex-boyfriend. Mark knew that I went through guys pretty fast. He knew that he was the only one since I had graduated from high school that had lasted more than a few months with me.

"Are you sure? I was pretty rough with him there at the end."

"When haven't you been rough with me?" His smile widened, and his eyes twinkled even more.

"But it was rape! I hurt him."

"You've never hurt me yet. And from what you've just told me, you didn't hurt those two in Topeka."

"That was different. Besides, there were two of them." But I started to realize that he might be right. I hadn't physically hurt them. But then, I hadn't gotten myself off, either. I knew that I wasn't cut out for celibacy. Nor could I just have sex with rapists. And since Mark already knew about my strength and had already experienced it often, he just might be the ideal man to get me back into it. "Okay, but promise me that you'll let me know as soon as I start getting too rough. You know what my body can do."

Impossibly, his smile widened even further. "Yes, I know what your body can do. And you'll let me know as soon as I start getting too rough, won't you?"

"As if you could!" I licked my lips as I finished the last of my dessert for tonight. The last of the food dessert for tonight, that is.

Mark drove us straight home to his apartment. As soon as we were inside I tucked him under an arm as I walked through to his bedroom. Laying him down on his bed I quickly undressed him. Holding him down with my little finger in the middle of his broad chest I quickly removed my own clothes.

I didn't give him a chance to enjoy the sight of my naked body. I was immediately on top of him, smothering him with my large breasts. He managed to get his mouth on one of my nipples, while his hands began to squeeze both of my breasts with all of his not inconsiderable strength.

Mmm, that felt good! But I wasn't about to let him enjoy it too much yet. He wanted me to get rough with him, and that was exactly what I was going to do with him. I lifted myself up off of him a little. I shook my chest, my swinging breasts knocking his hands away before hitting him in the side of his head. I didn't really want to hurt him, so I kept my breasts soft and the swing easy. It was still enough to turn his head sideways, but not enough to knock him out.

Checking to make sure that he was okay, I saw that he wasn't hurt. In fact he was definitely ready for more. I drew my long legs up under me. I knelt astride his body. Getting a hand under his ass I drew him up, inserting his throbbing manhood into my moist slit.

With the hand on his ass I started to stroke myself with him as my other hand went to his back to hold his chest against mine. My firm breasts only flattened slightly against his muscular chest. I took him once this way, tightening my inner muscles around him to delay his climax until mine approached.

I held him in my arms until he was ready for another round. I lifted him up higher while I turned around and lay down on my back. I shifted my grip until I had him by his hips. I lowered him onto me, inserting him back into me. I began to raise and lower him, again stroking myself using his body as a huge dildo. I sped up the pace, keeping my inner muscles tight to delay his release until mine.

Then I started getting rougher and more physical. He made a valiant effort to keep up with me all night as I did everything I could to draw the most out of him. Only once did he signal me to ease up on him. But all too soon he was completely exhausted. I cradled his head against my soft breasts as he slept.

In the morning I took him again, much more gently this time. I was relieved to see that there wasn't a single bruise on that gorgeous body of his.

After that night I knew that I truly could control myself with a Terran man, that I didn't have to hurt a man in order to get pleasure from him. I could enjoy him without damaging his fragile body.

Still, I felt as if there was something missing in my life.

Then, in the spring of my junior year, everything changed.

I was working after classes at the bookstore when I heard his voice. "Jule? Is that you, Jule?" There's only one person who's ever called me that.