Chapter 10

Oh, this was the happiest day of my life! Oh, this was the happiest day of my life!

The distinguished-looking gentleman standing in front of me asked me the most important question of my life. "Do you, Julie, take this man, George, to be your lawful wedded husband, to love, to honor, and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?"

Despite my excitement I somehow managed to answer the question he put to me. "I do." Oh yes, I will, I do, I did!

"By the power vested in me by this state, and in the presence of these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." This last was said to the handsome man in the new tuxedo standing to my left, who lifted the veil and kissed the bride. The bride, that's me! ME! ME! Oh, this was the happiest day of my life!

Then everybody else got to kiss the bride. The bride, that's me!

Oh, this was the happiest day of my life!

Nancy had flown up, with her husband, from Texas to be my maid of honor, returning the favor I had done for her at her wedding the previous year. One of George's cousins served as the best man. Four Broncos served as ushers. One of them had been Steve's best man when he and Mom had gotten married. Naturally, Steve got to give away the bride. The bride, that's me!

Oh, this was the happiest day of my life!

George and I took turns dancing with everyone at the reception. After the first dance, I danced with Steve and then with my new father-in-law, while George danced with his mom and then with Mom. I even had a dance with John Elway, while George danced with Janet. George even had to dance with his sister Laurie. I had to make a real effort to keep my feet on the ground. I think I could easily have flown even without using my Velorian flight powers. Everyone got a chance to dance with the bride. The bride, that's me!

Oh, this was the happiest day of my life!

I even danced with Danny. And I even let him kiss me. I've lived next door to him for nearly ten years, and this was the first time that I've ever kissed him. He wasn't too bad. He would someday make some girl a happy woman. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't going to be that girl.

He had been doing all these little things all these years to show me that he loved me. But it was puppy love. He admitted as much, but I knew that his heart, if it wasn't breaking, was at least cracking a little. But I thought that he'd get over it. After all, I wasn't the only girl in his heart. He also had a big crush on 'Supergirl'. Just last week he had shown me the latest pictures he had found for his scrapbook.

After the reception a chauffeured limousine took us to the airport. George and I spent our first night as a married couple in the honeymoon suite at a hotel on Waikiki Beach, Honolulu, Hawaii. Not that we spent much time on the beach. Or anywhere else, for that matter, besides our suite. Just to keep up appearances, I let him carry me into the suite, using just a bit of my flight powers to make it easier on him. After all, the bellhop was watching. Of course, once we were alone inside, I carried him to the bed.

Oh, had I mentioned that this was the happiest day of my life?

The next day we checked out of our suite at the hotel. I gathered up my husband--oh that sounded so good, my husband--and our one suitcase and flew out to a small deserted island, there to spend the rest of our honeymoon. We didn't even need the clothes in that suitcase, we certainly weren't planning to wear anything. I knew I wasn't going to wear anything, and I sure didn't my darling husband wearing anything. I freed my hair out from its ponytail, to let it free for the duration of our stay on the island. I had scouted the island earlier, and I knew that we wouldn't have any company. And no large wild animals, so we would be safe. Safe for Terrans, not just for Velorians.

Well, at least no large wild animals other than me! And I wasn't going to eat George. At least not with my mouth.

We did have a radio so that Mom could contact us in case of an emergency. I only had to make one shopping trip during the entire three weeks we spent on the island. There was a stream providing fresh water on the island, and enough fruit for us to live on. Though I had to do most of the food gathering, flying up to collect the bananas and the coconuts. And I had to open up the coconuts. At least initially. I also did some fishing, swimming out to catch some tuna. Of course, it was also my job to cook it, using my heat vision. Though we usually ate it raw, as sashimi.

Our first night on our little island I presented George with a very special wedding gift, a very special gift that only a Supremis can bestow.

By the next night my 'gift' still hadn't taken hold. Very gently I made love to my husband. Umm, that was so nice. I made love to my darling husband again. And again. And again, I made love to my darling husband.

In the morning he was too tired to get up. We spent the morning sleeping in each other's arms, lying in the warm sun. When he finally woke up, I could feel a difference in his body. I started tightening my embrace, until I was holding him tighter than I ever had. He kept smiling. I tightened my embrace further, until I was holding him hard enough to crush steel. He still kept smiling. "You know, there's something different about you. You're not like you were last night," I told him as I stood up.

"Yeah, I'm famished this morning. What's for breakfast, my beautiful wife?" he smiled as he also stood up.

"You slept through breakfast, my darling husband. It's lunch time. " I decided that we would have coconuts for lunch. "Here, let's see just how hard you are now. Hold still," I told him.

He looked a little confused, but he held still as I picked up a coconut in my right hand. I raised it up over my head. Smiling at him, I brought it down, hitting him in his left shoulder as he flinched a bit. The coconut shattered as he blinked his eyes in surprise.

"Oops, I think I hit you too hard. Here, let me try again." I bent down to pick up another one. "Hold still." This time, I hit him in the head with it, not quite as hard as the first time. The coconut split in half.

"Okay, Jule. Now it's my turn." He bent down to pick up a coconut. He straightened up and swung it at my head. I quickly ducked out of the way. "Hey! No fair, Jule! You're too fast! Hold still!"

"Oh George! I haven't even been married a week, and already my darling husband is turning into a wife-beater," I gave him a smile.

"Hey, I haven't beaten you yet, Jule, my darling wife," he said, smiling back at me.

"Oh yeah? What about all those times you've been punching me in the chest?"

"Oh sure, that's only in self-defense, while you've been trying to, um, 'rape' me."

"Trying? Trying? When have I ever not succeeded in having my way with your delicious bod?"

"Um, yeah, um, well, never. But we still need to open another one for lunch. Now hold still, Jule!" He used all of his new enhanced strength to hit me over the head with his coconut. This time I held still, as the coconut split open. We cracked open a few more before we settled down to eat our lunch.

After lunch we tested out his new enhanced body some more. I hugged him tight. Oh so much tighter than I had ever held anyone. Even tighter than I had ever held Mom. Tight enough to crush the hardest steel. Though his strength didn't allow him to hug me back as hard as Mom does.

I stood him up against a large palm tree nearly two feet in diameter. Placing my hands on my hips, I stood directly in front of him. Leaning forward, I placed my breasts against his chest. I pressed harder. I took a step forward, as my breasts compressed against his hard chest. I pressed harder, until the tree shattered behind his back, unable to take the force from my soft breasts transmitted through his enhanced body. He told me that he hadn't felt any pain, even though I had been applying several tons of force.

I thought back to some men that I had killed like this. Using a lot less force, my soft female breasts had completely crushed their hard male ribcages. After all, even my softest flesh was so much harder than any Terran flesh. Until now. Yet George had felt no pain. And he certainly was not hurt, not even the slightest bit of bruising where my breasts had been pressing against him with enough force to crush the hardest steel.

As the tree virtually disintegrated behind him I reached out and grabbed him around his waist to keep him from falling. I didn't even bother to lay him down on the ground. Opening my legs, I pulled him between them and lifted him up into me. As he wrapped his arms around me I pulled him deeper into me. Oh yes! He was SO much harder than any other man I had ever had inside of me. He was harder than anything I had ever had inside me was. Well, except for my own fingers, and that doesn't really count. I tightened my inner muscles tighter than I had ever done with anyone before. Moving my hands down to his ass, I stroked myself with his throbbing manhood. OH YES! As he neared his orgasm I tightened myself a little more, delaying his release until I reached mine. OH YES! That was the best I had ever had with anyone.

After dinner, which was sashimi and coconuts, I told him, "Now, let's have some real sex, my darling husband."

"What have we been doing all honeymoon, Jule?"

"That's all just warm-ups, my darling husband. Let's see if your new body can keep up with your supergirl, with your super-wife."

"And if it can't?" he asked, smiling.

"Then you'll just have to keep trying. Won't you, my darling husband, my darling super-husband?" With that, I threw him on his back onto the warm sand. Before he could do much more than catch his breath, I was on top of him. Gripping him tight, I started pumping my legs. Harder than I ever had before. With each down thrust my hips slammed hard into his, driving his ass into the sand. By the time I was finished, his lower body was almost completely buried in the sand. Through it all, his hands never left my breasts, squeezing them with all of his new enhanced strength. This was SO wonderful! I could finally let myself go, using a significant portion of my strength, without worrying about crushing my partner's fragile body.

And his hard enhanced body could do so much more for mine. We started stretching the definition of "rough sex". I know that I got rougher with him than I've ever gotten with any other man. Rougher even than when I had been fighting and killing a man.

This was SO cool!

The remainder of our stay on the island was somewhat monotonous. Monotonous, but certainly not boring. And definitely not unpleasant. Definitely not boring. George did spend too much time sleeping though, but I didn't think that it was from boredom. There were limits to the enhancement, after all. But I needed some rest as well. His enhanced body was so much better than any other that I've ever had was. Even better than Steve's Arion-enhanced body.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't all sex. We swam in the ocean, exploring the coral reefs. We had water fights. I'd pick him up and toss him a couple of hundred feet, trying for the biggest splashes that I could get. He would ride on my back while I swam fast, actually using my flight powers underwater. And we did try having sex in the water. He couldn't hold his breath for too long, so I had to be careful to stay close to the surface. And the water definitely affected our movements. It wasn't as enjoyable for either of us. We much preferred it on dry land. Or in the air. That was SO cool!

I flew us back to civilization for the last few days of our honeymoon. Parts of our little island were beginning to look somewhat like a war zone anyway. The downed trees, cratered sand, and shattered rocks everywhere, just from me making love to my darling husband. And from my darling husband making love to me. But he certainly knew now what the term "rough sex" meant.

Even I was beginning to get a good feel for the term. My darling husband's enhanced body was enough to get me tired. Almost. I've never had sex like this. Certainly not this physical and not for this long. Not even that one magical night with Steve. Nor that one magical week in Los Angeles with those two guys from Oregon. Those had been nice, and quite magical, but this was something else entirely.

My darling husband was now something else entirely.

This was SO cool!

This was so FUCKING cool!

We spent a day on the North Shore of Oahu, surfing the Banzai Pipeline. At least I surfed; my darling husband was content to just sit on the beach and watch. And he wasn't watching the other bikini-clad girls, even though there were plenty of them around. He had his eyes glued on one particular bikini-clad golden-haired girl the whole time. At least I was wearing a bikini, unlike during our stay on the other island.

It didn't take me long to get the hang of hanging ten. After all, I didn't have to worry about keeping my balance. A little downward pressure to keep my feet on the board helped. When the waves picked up in the afternoon, I was one of the few people still out there, and the only one riding the waves all the way. I thought about riding the other way, against the wave, but I decided that I shouldn't show off TOO much. As it was, I was attracting enough attention from the other surfers. And I didn't think that it was just because of my surfing, even though I did nothing to encourage any of them. After all, my darling husband was watching me from the beach.

I didn't even bother checking out the other surfers. Some of them were pretty good looking, but I was now a happily married woman. And I knew that none of the others, no matter how big and muscular they might be, could compare with my darling husband. At least not in one very important way.

The next morning we caught our flight for home. As my darling husband slept beside me, I thought back on how we had rediscovered each other.

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

It was the week before our spring break. Only a few more weeks before my junior year would be over. Mom and Steve were gone for the week. I had custody of Mom's car so that I didn't have to take the bus to school that day. After my last class of the day I went to my part-time job at the bookstore.

I was sitting on the floor stocking the bottom shelves when a guy walked up behind me. I tried to get out of his way. He just stood there without moving. Without looking up I asked him, "Can I help you find something?"

Then I heard his voice. "Jule? Is that you, Jule?"

Surprised, I looked up. There's only one person who's ever called me that. "George? George?"

"Jule! It is you! I thought I recognized that blonde ponytail." Oh great! An ex-boyfriend, and he recognizes me by my hair?

Naturally I checked him out. His clothes melted away before my tachyon vision as I squinted a bit at him. I've been doing that to just about all of the guys a lot lately. It must have come from growing up as a Velorian. I saw that George had grown up quite a bit, too.

"What're you doing here? I thought that you were at Stanford." At least the few letters I had sent him had gone there. And the few he had sent me had come from there. Though there had been no letters after our freshman year. Not even much email, either.

"I'm home for spring break. Um, this is going to sound like a terrible pick-up line, but what time do you get off work tonight, Jule? Um, could I ask you to join me for a bite? Um, or would I be, um, stepping into someone else's place?"

"Thank you. I would love to, George. And no, there's no one else. Give me five minutes." I had another hour to work, but things were slow enough tonight that my boss let me leave early, as soon as I was finished with that bottom shelf. We walked across the street for some pizza. We caught each other up on what we've been doing; it had been almost three years since we last talked. Really talked, that is. Though I didn't tell him everything that I had been doing. There still were some things about me that I couldn't tell him.

It was almost just like old times. Since I had dumped him in high school, he hadn't been seeing anybody. Oh, he had gone out a few times, but nothing had ever come of them. I told him that since I dumped Larry, I hadn't been involved in anything meaningful.

I could almost see the sparks as we finished the pizza. It was almost just like old times. Something still seemed to be there between the two of us. And it was all coming back out to the surface.

I saved him the bus fare as I drove him home. When I dropped him off at his house, I could see that he was thinking about something. "Um, Jule, would it be okay if I were to call you tomorrow?"

"You'd better!" I told him. I also insisted on getting a good night kiss from him before driving off.

As I tried to go to sleep that night, I began to realize that George just might be THE man in my life. Well, except for Steve, and that's hardly the same thing. I knew that there had been a hole in my heart, and it was becoming more and more George-shaped.

Oh, I hoped that there was a matching Julie-shaped hole in his heart!

During the remainder of his spring break we picked up right where we had left off in high school. Before I had dumped him for Larry, that is.

Not everything was quite exactly the same, though. He had had a bit of a growth spurt; he had added about two inches in height, making him an even six feet, an inch taller than me. His skinny frame had also filled out. Though nobody would ever mistake him for a bodybuilder, at least he didn't look like he was about to die from starvation. And it wasn't all fat either, though of course his added muscle didn't mean much compared to mine.

All too soon the weekend was over. He had to go back to school. I hitched a ride with his mom to see him off at the airport. We promised to write and phone each other a lot. I also got him to promise to come right home as soon as he was out of school for the summer.

One evening over dinner, Mom told us that one of her colleagues had requested a transfer to the Dallas office. Ted, the other man that I had worked with on my very first case, in San Jose.

"Why Dallas?" I asked her. Then it hit me, sometimes I could be so blonde. "Uh, is there a certain DEA agent involved?"

Mom laughed as Steve looked on, puzzled. "I think so," Mom winked at me. "But of course, Ted won't admit that she's the reason behind his transfer request. He just says it's for personal reasons."

"And he says that Nancy isn't a 'personal' enough a reason, I suppose."

"Okay, I know who Ted is, but who's Nancy?" Steve finally asked, unable to follow our conversation.

"Oh, she's just a DEA agent that both Julie and I have worked with a few times," Mom explained.

"Is there something else that you two aren't telling me?" he asked.

"Oh Steve, we always tell you everything. Don't we, Mom?" As Steve turned to look at me, I caught Mom's wink.

"We sure do. Now if you two will excuse me." Mom got up and left the table, going into the kitchen.

"There is something you're not telling me, isn't there?" I tried to act like he wasn't talking to me. It was a little hard, since we were the only two people at the table. And he knew that I could hear him even if we were at the opposite ends of the house. "Julie? Hello, Julie. Oh blonde girl!"

Thankfully, Mom saved me from having to answer him, as she carried in the dessert from the kitchen. "Okay, I think that we'd better tell him now. There's no telling what a big strong man like Steve might do to two little women like us if he gets mad," Mom said, winking at him as he flushed.

Over dessert we told him about Nancy. The casual flirting between Nancy and Ted. The rescue. The hold-up at the all-night diner. The enhancement. The arm wrestling between Nancy and Ted.

Afterwards Mom carried Steve upstairs and 'apologized' to him for our teasing. But she made him apologize to me first for calling me 'blonde'. Even if I am blonde. Mom sometimes seemed to think that 'blonde' is a dirty word. Maybe because she's an Arion, and all Velorians are blonde, and the two are long-time enemies.

George was back for the summer. We picked up right where we had left off four years ago. It only took him two nights to get my bra off. I hadn't worn a bra very much lately, but I wasn't sure whether he was ready for me to be braless out in public. He was still too shy, or too scared, to go much beyond removing my bra, though.

Mom and Steve seemed delighted that I was back together with George. They hadn't really liked Larry all that much. And even Mom thought that I had been a little too free and loose since then, even for a young Velorian.

One Friday night I picked him up and we went into Denver for dinner and a movie. Mom and Steve were gone for the weekend, so I had Mom's car. Afterwards we decided to take a stroll. We were so engrossed in each other's company that we didn't pay much attention to where we were going. When we finally stopped and looked around, we realized that we weren't in one of Denver's nicer neighborhoods. As we were heading back to the parking lot and Mom's car a big goon jumped out of a doorway at us, waving a knife. We backed away from him into an alley. Surprise! He had a friend waiting for us in the alley, with his own knife. I quickly saw that all they had were the knives.

George went crazy. I guessed that it's a guy thing or something, trying to be macho or something equally stupid like that. He tried to rush the first guy. I reached out and grabbed him around his waist, pulling him back before he got hurt. I'm afraid I wasn't too gentle as I tossed him to the side, to land atop some trash bags. But I wanted to get him out of reach of the knives as quickly as I could. I took the goon's knife wrist in one hand and squeezed. He dropped the knife as I heard the bones snap.

The other goon stabbed me in the back. Or at least he tried to. The blade ripped my blouse as it slid up my side, catching for a moment on my bra. I whirled around, catching him with a backhanded blow, which sent him flying across the alley. He hit against the far wall about twelve feet above the ground and slid down, landing in a heap. A quick flick of my wrist sent the first goon flying to land on top of his partner. Seeing that they wouldn't be getting up for a while, I quickly went over to them. I removed their belts and used them to tie their wrists behind their backs. I carried them over to the trash dumpster and tossed them in.

I crossed the alley to see to George. He had almost gotten back up to his feet. He seemed to be in shock. It looked like he didn't know whether to be more scared of the two goons or of me. As I walked towards him, he got back up to his feet and took a few nervous steps back. I quickly ran up to him. I pulled him to me and began to kiss him. Deeply, the way he really likes it. Eventually he relaxed some and even began to respond. When I finally let him up for air, though, he still seemed to be in shock.

"Wh-wh-what d-d-did you do? J-J-Jule? Jule? It is you, right?"

"Let's go home, George. I'll explain everything once we get home."

He was still not completely sure of me. I took his arm and started to pull him out of the alley. Eventually he got his legs working enough so that I didn't have to drag him behind me. On the way to the car I used a pay phone to call the police about an attempted mugging and asked them to check out the dumpster in the alley. I didn't give them my name. I held on to George's hand the whole time. I had to pull him back towards me every time he tried to back away from me.

He didn't want to get in the car with me. Still holding George's hand in my right hand, I reached my left hand down to grasp the rear bumper. I lifted the rear end of the car up off of the ground. Setting it back down, I turned to face him. "It's your choice, George. I'm taking you home with me. You can either get in the car with me, or I can throw you in the trunk. Either way, you're coming with me. You choose." He chose to get in with me. I refused to answer any of his questions until we got home.

When we got home I half dragged and half carried him to the couch and sat down in his lap. I kissed him until he began to enjoy it. When I was certain that he wouldn't try to run away from me, I let him up for air. I began to explain. "I guess that you now know that I'm a little bit different from other girls you know."

"A 'little' different? Arnold couldn't have done what you did in that alley. Or with the car."

"Mom and I aren't from around here. And no, we're not from California, either. We're from a lot further away. A couple of thousand light-years further. Though I was actually born here in Colorado, just after Mom got here. She used to be a military nurse."

"A couple of thousand light-years? Aliens? Then the girl I know...."

"Yes, 'we walk among you.' Don't worry, I'm not going to take my face off or anything like that. That happens only in the movies. This is the way I really look. The body you've been exploring, and re-exploring, is really mine."

"You said your mother was with the military? Are you, um, them, um the aliens, trying to take over the Earth or something?"

"No, again, that's only in the movies. As far as we know, we're the only two here. She came here on a lifeboat with my real mother. We're stranded here, you might say."

"And you're stronger than us humans?"

"Please, Terrans. Unless you want to say that I'm not human. I hope that you know me better than that. And yes, I'm pretty strong, as you saw tonight."

"Um, so just how strong are you?"

"If you promise not to run away, I'll show you." I stood up as he agreed. "Wait right here while I, uh, change into something more comfortable," I told him with a smile. I went upstairs to my room to change. I hoped that strong athletic women still turned him on, because I was going to show him the strongest and most athletic woman on the face of the planet.

I came back down in my bathrobe. I led him down to our gym. We had been down here occasionally back when we were still in high school, watching Steve work out. "Before I show you how strong I am, let's get a reference point. Try to lift this." I led him to Steve's bench and his heaviest weight.

"But that's over four hundred pounds! I can't lift that." He tried anyway. He then went to the end and just barely managed to lift up one end a few inches before dropping it back down with a loud clang.

"Okay, now just sit down over there on the couch and watch me." I slipped out of my robe. I saw his jaw drop as he saw my bikini. I also saw that something else was definitely not dropping. I began flexing and posing, making my muscles explode onto my body. I lifted the weight with one hand and did some curls before raising it over my head. I twirled it over my head like a baton before setting it down. I went over to the weight machine and lifted it off of the floor. Since the ceiling was too low for me to lift it completely over my head, I curled it a few times with each arm.

My sensitive senses of hearing and smell told me that he had just shot his load in his pants. I set the machine down and walked back over to him. Yep, there was a wet spot on his pants. "I think that you just had an 'accident'. Get out of those wet things and I'll wash them for you." He was understandably reluctant, but I had no trouble getting his pants and shorts off of him. After all, it was pretty much the same thing as a panty raid. But this was the first time he has been 'exposed' in my presence. Not that I hadn't seen all of him before. But this was the first time that I had seen all of him without having to do any cheating.

I took his clothes into the bathroom and washed them in the sink. I laid them out on the weight racks to dry them out. He was sitting on the couch trying to keep himself covered with a towel. I peeked through his towel once before resuming our discussion.

"Those weights are actually no challenge for me. I'm about three thousand times stronger than a Terran. To me, that weight is less than a half-empty can of Coke is to you. My hearing is better, I can hear your heart pounding from here. My vision is also better." I didn't tell him just how much better, that the towel wasn't hiding anything from me. "I'm also a lot tougher. I'm bullet-proof. I can withstand freezing cold. An ordinary fire just warms me up." I also resumed flexing and posing for him.

"You're fire-proof? That girl on the news? The fire back in high school? Was that you?"

"Didn't you recognize me?" I smiled at him.

"I, um, never really looked at her face on the news."

"Naughty boy! But please don't tell anybody."

"And the bus? You can fly, too? That was all you? The one all the TV stations were calling 'Supergirl'?"

"Yes, that's me," I blushed a bit. I freed my hair from its ponytail and shook it out.

"And all those stunts in high school? The car on the roof at the Senior Prom? That was you?"

"You'll never prove it!" I gave him a wink.

"What about your mother? Is she like you, too?"

"Well, it's a long story, but she's not quite up to my level. I got some things from Dad." That was another secret that I had to keep for a while.

"And, um, Steve? He's human, um, Terran, isn't he? Does he know about you? About the both of you?"

"You know how football players are. The dumb jock proposed to Mom even after she told him about us." Heck, he knew about us even before I did. "And yeah, he's 'just' a Terran." I couldn't tell him about Mom's enhancement yet, either.

"Do you work out with him? I mean, if you're so strong, and all?"

"Well, he did help out when I was still growing. But now, like I said, we really don't have enough weights here to give me a good workout. I go up into the mountains and work out with boulders. Or with buses," I smiled.

"Were you always, I mean, were you born like this, Jule?" Good, I was still his Jule. Not Julie or E.T.

"No, I was a lot smaller when I was born." Even better, he could still laugh. "I didn't even know myself, until I was fifteen."

"But, if you're so strong, then you don't have to let me, um, get your, um, bra off. I mean, you didn't have to let me, did you?" Was he afraid that I was going to do something to him about that?

"What makes you think that I didn't want you doing that?" I smiled down at him. "And I certainly felt what you were doing. Just because a bullet can't hurt me doesn't mean that I don't feel it. My body is even more sensitive than an ordinary person's, but I just don't feel pain as much."

As I had been flexing and posing, I had noticed that my muscles weren't the only things getting bigger and harder. But what chance did he have, between my pheromones, which he couldn't see, and my body, which he definitely could see. "I think that you're about to do it again."

As I walked towards him he tried to slide away from me on the couch. I remembered back to what he had told me back in high school. I decided to lead him into his fantasies, the 'impossible' fantasies that he thought would never happen to him.

I pinned him to the couch with one hand, telling him, "You're mine, little boy!" He blinked away his surprise and started to smile. With my free hand I ripped his shirt off of his body and flung his towel away. He pretended to be fighting me. "Harder," I whispered, "you can't hurt me." I could barely feel the difference as he started really hitting me, his hardest blows just bounced off of my body.

I put my hands on his hips and lifted him up. His blows traveled up my body until his fists were bouncing off my breasts, causing them to bounce. "That's it, little boy. Now you're starting to get me interested." I raised him further until his erect cock was right before my face. I smiled up at him and suggested he try squeezing instead of hitting. He eagerly accepted my suggestion. I ran my tongue over him, licking his scrotum. I then took his cock in my mouth and began to suck, still holding him up by his hips.

It didn't take long for him to shoot his load into my mouth. Mmm, that was an interesting taste, better than anyone I had tasted before. I ran my tongue all over him, cleaning off every last drop before setting him back down on the couch.

I sat down on his lap facing him, my legs on either side of him. I reached behind me and removed my bikini top. I held his head against my breasts while he suckled. "Do you recognize the girl from the fire now?" I asked. His answer was muffled, apparently his parents hadn't taught him to not talk with his mouth full. When I felt the appropriate pressure beneath me, I got up off of him. He tried to reach for me, to pull me back down onto his lap. I knocked his hands away, and then pinned him against the couch again. "Oh no, little boy. You're still mine!" I knelt down between his legs and sucked him off again.

"Oh Jule! My supergirl!" he managed to gasp out. He was about to pass out from exhaustion. I carried him upstairs to the guest room and tried to tuck him in. He asked me to stay with him. I lay down next to him and pulled the covers up over the both of us.

I held him all night while he slept, pillowing his head against my soft breasts.

In the morning he woke up and saw me beside him. He looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings of our guest room. "Jule! Then last night? It wasn't a dream?"

"No, it wasn't. I'm still your girl, your supergirl, if you still want me." He answered me by pulling me over to him and kissing me.

We showered together before going down to prepare breakfast.

"I hope that I wasn't too rough last night. I don't want to use my strength to take unfair advantage of you," I told him over breakfast

"Oh Jule! You know I've fantasized about being taken by a real strong woman. Though I never thought it would ever actually happen, and certainly not by somebody quite as strong as you. Or as beautiful," he smiled.

"Thank you. And there's a lot more of that where it came from, if you're man enough to handle it," I returned his smile. "Or do you think that I'm too macho?" I didn't want to hurt his male ego.

"You? Macho? Not in that bikini! Or out of it, for that matter." His smile turned into a leer.

"But if I ever get too rough with you, will you let me know? If it ever starts to hurt, tell me to stop and I will. I don't want to force anything on you."

"Of course, Jule."

After breakfast we called his parents to let them know where he was, and that everything was fine. His mom asked me if he had been behaving himself. We tried to not laugh when I reassured her that, yes, he was behaving himself, and no, he hadn't tried to take unfair advantage of me. Naturally we didn't tell her that I had been taking unfair advantage of him.

After that night, it took us a while before we actually had sex. Oh, we both wanted to. Very much. He wanted to show his love for his 'supergirl', the girl of his wildest fantasies. The fantasies that we both shared, and had shared for so long. But we were patient, he loved to suckle my breasts and I loved to have him do it. Maybe he was even still a little scared of me, or what I might do to him. Sometimes I wished that I hadn't told him that I had killed men in moments of passion.

Sometimes I almost wished that I wasn't different, that I was a Terran instead of a Velorian. Almost. But then I wouldn't be the girl of his wildest fantasies, the girl of his life, the 'supergirl' of his life. And I so wanted to be the 'supergirl' of his life.

And I knew that he was THE man in my life. Oh, I wanted him so much.

And that was exactly the problem. I wanted him so much that I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself. I certainly didn't want to kill THE man in my life by getting too passionate with him. Other than Steve, some of the guys at work, and the two guys in LA that one magical week, he was the only guy that really knew about my strength. The strength that I still had some trouble controlling during moments of passion.

One night we were cuddling on the couch, not really watching the late movie on TV. "So just how dangerous are you in bed?" he asked me after the gunfight in the movie had left all of the bad guys dead.

"That depends on what I'm doing, and with whom." Blushing a little, I described the time I had shattered my bed while indulging in a little solitary action. "And that was before my powers had fully matured. I'm a lot stronger than that now."

"But you have better control than that now, don't you?" He tried to squirm out of my arms.

I tightened my embrace a little, pulling him towards me. "I hope so." I told him about the three men that I had killed the first time. I had to keep an arm around him to keep him from squirming away. "I've killed more than a dozen people since then, mostly as part of my job with the FBI." I had told George about my other job several nights earlier. "I've gotten a lot better with my control, but you're just the guy to make me lose my control. That's why I stop wrestling with you once you get my shirt off. Back when we were in high school that was all in fun, but now, I just don't want to risk losing my control."

He grinned at me. "Well, you certainly make me lose my control, Jule!"

I grinned back. "Thank you. But this is different! When you lose control, it just tickles me a little. If I lose control, you could be dead. I could crush you, and not even notice."

"What about Larry? You didn't hurt him, did you?"

"George! Don't you know you're not supposed to ask a girl about her old boyfriends?" But I went on to tell him about some of them. But not in too much detail.

The one man I didn't tell him about was Steve. I didn't think that he was quite ready for that. How many guys could accept that the only man who had been able to really satisfy his girlfriend was her dad? Even if he was a stepdad? And even if I really wasn't his wife's daughter?

We contented ourselves with a lot of cuddling. And a lot of foreplay. And some oral sex. He loved it when I would lift him up to my mouth to suck him off. And he didn't mind eating me out. At least not after the first time, apparently he hadn't ever done that to another girl before.

He'd never had a girl fly him around, either. He loved being carried in my arms as I flew him through and above the trees up in the mountains. Of course I had to keep it slow so that he could still breathe.

The rest of that summer was fantastic. We spent a lot of time together and apart. Together with each other. Apart from other people.

It was SO nice not having to hide my strength from him. Oh, I still had to be very careful to be gentle with him, but I could at least show off for him. And he was oh so willing to be my partner as we experimented with ways to have safe sex. Not that kind of safe sex, we knew that he couldn't get me pregnant. And I didn't have any bad bugs to pass on to him, and he certainly didn't have any bugs that could affect me. For us, safe sex meant sex between a Velorian woman and a Terran man without the man getting hurt. Or worse.

Oh, I applied what Mom had taught me. And I taught him how to please me. I taught him everything I had learned from Mike and Rob. But this wasn't just another guy. This was George! I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

He was a good student. He picked it up almost immediately. He had long fantasized about an incredibly strong woman who could have her way with him. I was his fantasy woman, and so much more.

We often drove up into the mountains to a trailhead. Then we hiked up a ways to get away from the other hikers. Of course I always ended up carrying the heavier pack. Then I increased my load as I carried him well away from the trails and to a secluded spot. He loved being carried in my arms, whether I flew or just ran between the trees. Almost as much as he loved what we did after I got him there. And I don't mean eating the picnic lunch.

Of course sometimes I would tease him by playing 'hard to get'. I would run around, putting on just enough speed so that he couldn't catch me. Sometimes I would float in the air, just high enough so that he couldn't reach me. Then I would drift lower so that he could grab my legs and pull me down. Or he would unsnap and zip down my jeans while I would fly up out of them.

One day we came across an old abandoned gold mine. We followed the old ore train tracks until the way was blocked by a cave-in. Since we couldn't go any further into the mine we decided to explore something else. There wasn't much gold left, after all the mine had been long abandoned, but I could still feel the gold ore in the rocks around us having an effect on me. Not enough to weaken me, but I definitely felt the other effects of the gold.

After the initial shock, George had willingly, even eagerly, accepted the rôle reversals involved in the relationship with the supergirl that was Julie. Never having been very big or athletic himself, he had often fantasized about being with a woman who could easily overpower him, a woman who could easily have her way with him. Now he didn't have to fantasize, Julie was that fantasy girl, and so much more, in the flesh. And the fact that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen didn't hurt either.

Sometimes it was hard to believe that this was the same girl as that shy skinny girl he had started studying with back as a freshman in high school. The girl that he had a crush on even back then. He had been unable to work up the nerve to ask her out; he had feared not only her rejection, but also the possibility that she would quit studying with him. He hadn't wanted to risk that; the hours he had spent doing homework with her were the most pleasurable hours he had during those days.

Then, at the end of their sophomore year, she had asked him out. Over the course of the next year he had then found out how pleasurable it could be to spend time with her, spending time with her while not doing homework.

Then, at the start of their senior year, she had dumped him for a new guy in school. Sure, Larry was a football player, but so what?

He had thought that he would get over her, but he had found that he had compared every girl he dated with Julie. And none of them compared very favorably. Oh sure, some of them were as beautiful (well, almost), and some of them were as personable (well, almost). But none of them were his Jule.

It had not taken him very long to realize that he had not actually gotten over her. It had probably taken all of three seconds after he discovered that the long blonde ponytail in the bookstore was in fact attached to Julie.

He loved seeing her use her incredible strength, she could lift a car as easily as he could lift a textbook. Sure, it got a bit painful sometimes, being with her when she used her strength, but oh the compensations! He especially loved being carried in her arms as she flew or ran through the trees, away from the hiking trails. He loved even more what she would do after she put him down.

Still, she could be so maddening sometimes, he thought. What a tease! Not that he would trade her for anybody else in the world. No way! Today he didn't have to chase her too much, and she had even stayed on the ground, instead of floating over his head just out of his reach as she sometimes did. Now she had stopped to look at some wildflowers, bending down to pick some. If he could have seen her face as he tried to sneak up behind her, he would have seen her smile as her sensitive hearing located his every footstep and his every heartbeat.

He took hold of her long blonde ponytail with both hands and tried to pull her down to the ground. She didn't even seem to notice, her head didn't move a single inch. He put his entire weight into it, only to find himself completely suspended off the ground, his entire weight supported by just her long blonde ponytail.

Giving up the effort, he jumped up on her back, trying to force her down to the ground from above. She didn't seem to notice his latest attempt either, there was absolutely no change in her posture as he put all of his weight on top of her oh so sexy body. She effortlessly straightened up and walked over to another clump of flowers, bending down to pick them up and then straightening back up. He moved his arms from around her neck until he was holding her large high breasts. She continued to collect flowers, ignoring him as he wrapped his legs around her narrow waist and squeezed with all his strength. He could feel her hard nipples as his hands tightened about her 'handles'. As usual, her hair smelled of wildflowers and honey.

When she came upon the entrance to an old abandoned mine shaft, she began walking in. "Okay Julie, that's enough, I give up. Stop and let me down," he told her.

She turned her head to look at him. "Oh, so that's where you are. I wondered where you had gotten to." Her wink told him that she knew perfectly well where he had gotten to. She stopped and helped him down off her back.

Hand in hand, they went deeper into the mineshaft until the way was blocked by a cave-in. They hadn't gotten very far, the shaft floor was still almost level, and they were close enough to the entrance that George could still see their surroundings.

She turned to him and smiled. "Hmm, I think this will have to do. Do you want to ride me again? The right way this time?"

He replied by placing his hands on her waist and lifting up her tee shirt. She raised her arms over her head as he pulled the tee shirt off. She removed his tee shirt, while kicking off her shoes. He unsnapped and unzipped her jeans as she flew up out of them. She then landed and finished the job by lifting him up with one arm around his waist while removing the remainder of his clothes with her other hand.

She then laid him down on his back and lay on top of him, kissing. After about a minute she rolled off of him onto her back, opening her legs wide in invitation. He immediately accepted, and mounted her for the offered ride.

He knew that he had never brought her fully to her climax, but he was certainly willing to keep trying. And she certainly seemed willing to have him try. And with that super endurance of hers, her willingness always lasted well beyond his. Sometimes he would feel completely inadequate, unable to please her. But, he realized that if she truly considered him inadequate, she wouldn't keep coming back for more of him. And she never deliberately made him feel inadequate, nor did she humiliate him. She would tease him with her super body, but she was always encouraging. And quite inspirational!

As he was getting off of his supergirl after his climax he heard an unfamiliar squealing sound. Looking up, he was startled to see her rip up a two-foot section of the old rail. He saw her hands scrape off the rust and begin to shape the solid steel. With a start he recognized the shape that she was forming. "Please! Give it to me!" she asked him, holding it out to him with a pleading look in her eyes.

Wordlessly he took the warm steel from her. He flushed as he realized just how much longer and thicker it was compared to himself. This was huge, much bigger than he could imagine a man to ever be. As she raised her hips he began thrusting it in between her nether lips. He got it in about six inches before the resistance from her tightening inner muscles forced it to a stop. Putting all of his weight into it he got it in another inch. He felt her hand brush across his as she used her own incredible strength to effortlessly push it in further, until more than a foot of it was inside of her. He could see her heels digging into the solid rock as she pushed the steel into herself. She then began to stroke herself with it, gradually increasing the pace.

Looking up, he saw her other hand caressing a large full breast and the large nipple at its center. He thought back to the time she had made him get the toolbox out and had demonstrated some of the capabilities of that incredibly sexy body of hers. Some of the super-capabilities of that sexy super-body. Or was that her super-sexy body? Both, he realized. She definitely had a super-sexy super-body.

First she had made him fasten a pair of pliers on the very same nipple that she was now squeezing. He had squeezed with all of his strength, using both hands. She had then taken the handles in one of her hands and started squeezing. The handles had bent and then broken, the hardened metal being no match for either her firm nipple or the crushing force of her hand. Her fingers were now compressing the nipple much further than those pliers had been able to do.

He also remembered jabbing a screwdriver into her breast, indenting her soft flesh a little ways. He had thrown all of his weight into it. She had then added her strength to his, the screwdriver bending and then breaking against her firm breast, the hardened metal again no match for even her softest flesh. Even her little finger, though it wasn't fully extended, was now dimpling her breast deeper than that screwdriver had as she caressed herself.

He gradually became aware that it was getting both warmer and lighter in the mine shaft. Looking down, he was startled to see that both the heat and the light were coming from between her long shapely legs. Her hand was just a blur as she was stroking the steel within her so fast that it was glowing red-hot. He stepped back as the steel actually began to glow white-hot and then began to melt from the friction and the pressure of her sex. Good Lord! What man could possibly hope to match THAT? If that was what was needed to really please her, what could he possibly hope to accomplish?

As she began to climax her bucking body began to crack and then shatter the solid rock underneath her. Not even a champion rodeo bullrider could hope to stay atop THAT! After a final, literally earth-shattering, climax that threatened to bring down the whole shaft, her body began to slow down its bucking and then stop. She lay there for a few minutes, panting. It was the first time he had seen her even close to being out of breath. She finally struggled up to a sitting position and smiled sheepishly at him, flushing a little. "Sorry, I don't usually get this carried away," she said apologetically.

"Wow! That was quite some show," he said. "Maybe we can sell tickets the next time. We could make a bundle! That's quite a, um, performance."

"Don't you dare!" Her face flushed again. "But if you behave, I might let YOU get in free the next time," she smiled at him.

Wow! That's definitely another aspect of this supergirl. No wonder she was always so very careful to be very gentle with him. But damn it! If there only was some way he could pleasure her like that! Some way to give back to her even some of the pleasures she's given him. Some way he could give her one of those literally earth-shattering orgasms.

He remembered what she had done to the timbers of an old mining shack the previous week. After their lovemaking she still looked fresh while he was completely exhausted. She was getting dressed and pushing her hair out of her face when she brushed up against the timbers, completely shattering a solid wood beam. He had been glad that she hadn't brought the whole structure down on their heads.

For a brief moment he was glad that he didn't have his own car. He had a wild image of what could happen to that car if she ever lost control in it. If the car wasn't a convertible when she started, it just might be by the time that she was done. He wondered whether she had ever done that, ruining a car even as she gave its owner the best time he'd ever had in his life.

Once that summer Mom and Steve and I flew down to Dallas. Not on business, this trip was purely personal. Nancy and Ted were getting married, and she had asked me to be her maid of honor. How could I refuse her? I felt kind of responsible for getting them together in the first place.

The next summer it was their turn to come up for my wedding. George and I got married almost as soon as he came back from Stanford. Well, maybe not quite that soon, it sure took a lot of work to get a wedding organized. Maybe we should have just eloped. Maybe I should have just swept him off his feet and flown off into the sunset, or something like that.

Of course we had kept in touch all year. Literally as well as figuratively, I had used the slightest excuses to fly out and spend some time with him. At least until he had told me that some of his classmates had started to wonder how I could be there so often.

Of course, we weren't the only couple taking the opportunity for a honeymoon. Mom and Steve were taking some time off for themselves. They hadn't been able to take a proper honeymoon the first time around. I think that a certain little blonde girl had been in the way. Well, they did have me stay over at a friend's house for a couple of days while they went up to a cabin in the mountains, but that wasn't a proper honeymoon. They told me that they weren't planning on going anywhere this time, either. But then, they'd have an empty house all to themselves this time.

The week before my wedding Steve and I had a talk about their 'second honeymoon'. "I don't know if your mother is even going to let me out of the bedroom at all," Steve told me, though he didn't look too unhappy at the prospect.

"You'll just have to be nice to her, very nice," I told him.

"That's the problem. The nicer I am to her, the more likely she is to keep me from getting out," he laughed.

"And if you're not nice to her, then what? Is she liable to keep you inside and 'punish' you, is that it?" I gave him a wink.

"Of course. I just can't win," he laughed.

"Do you want me to come back here and 'rescue' you?" I smiled, while flexing an arm to show off my biceps.

"Absolutely not! One superwoman is enough for me. You go and enjoy your own honeymoon. I'll just have to try to endure this on my own, as hard as it may be."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be hard enough, 'Tarzan'. I'm sure that 'Jane' will see to that," I winked. He blushed a bit as I lifted him out of his chair and hugged and kissed him.

After our honeymoon my darling husband and I settled into our new house. Well, the bank still owned a big chunk of it; Steve had made a big down payment as our wedding gift. My darling husband was a slave driver, making me do all of the furniture arranging. But I got back at him; every time he had me move the bed, I had him help me test it out. The same with the couch.

Of course, he had the house completely wired. Phone jacks and Ethernet taps in every room. Though I refused to let him have a computer in our bedroom. Actually, I didn't refuse, I had given him a choice, either a computer or me, in the bedroom. To his credit it hadn't taken him very long to make the decision. I didn't even have to flex anything.

We did ensure that the house had a nice secluded balcony adjoining the master bedroom. I had gotten used to being able to come and go freely, and didn't want to give that up. It wasn't like I was going to go flying off in the middle of the night to be with some other man. And I certainly wasn't going to be bringing a man home in this way. Not with the man I already had at home.

George went to work for his dad's computer software company. I also did some contract work for my father-in-law, in addition to working with Mom. I no longer worked at the bookstore, they preferred students who were willing to work for next to nothing.

The week before Steve had to report to the Broncos training camp we had our final fling of the summer. Steve got us two suites for the weekend at the historic Stanley Hotel up in Estes Park. Two honeymoon suites. One for him and his wife, and one for my darling husband and me.

After checking into our room, and checking out the bed, Mom called me and asked for a talk before dinner. We excused ourselves from the men and went out for a stroll. It was beautiful outside, the sun beginning to set behind the mountains, the aspen not changing color yet.

As we walked among the trees, she reminded me of a little deal we had made before I got married. "Julie, you said that I could have a crack at your enhanced man."

"Oh, I don't know if I want my darling husband sleeping with another woman," I winked at her.

"Julie! You promised!"

I walked on, pretending to not have heard her.

"Julie!" She put her arms around me, trying to stop me. I kept walking. She jumped up on my back. I kept walking. "Julie! It's not fair! We have a deal."

I couldn't tease her too long. This was Mom, after all. If it hadn't been for her I wouldn't have an enhanced husband at all. And I knew that my darling enhanced husband was quite taken with Mom's muscles, even if they weren't as strong as mine were. And I wasn't too worried about losing him to Mom. He knew that I'd kill him if he didn't come back. No, not really, I wouldn't do that. I finally stopped and let her off. "Hmm, if I'm going to let you borrow my husband for the night, I'll need some collateral from you. Something to make sure that I get my George back from you."

"And just what do you have in mind, my little one?"

"Well, while you're sleeping with my darling husband, I don't intend to sleep alone tonight. And I don't think that your own darling husband should, either."

"That wasn't part of the deal!"

"Have it your way." Smiling, I turned and started walking away. She jumped up on my back again. As I kept walking she started trying to wrestle me down to the ground. Just one more tease. "Hmm, the mosquitoes are sure biting today."

"Okay, Julie, you win!" I stopped and she got off. "I suppose that it really wouldn't be fair to Steve to make him sleep alone tonight. And you, my little one, you're getting to be more and more like your mother!" She winked at me.

On the way back we discussed what our men liked. Mom had already told me much about Steve's preferences; after all, I already had spent one fantastic night with him. I told her how my husband liked things in bed. Of course, I had to restrict the discussion to things IN the bed, not things ABOVE the bed. That I held back, wanting to try them out with Steve.

Over dinner we discussed the revised sleeping arrangements with the men. They weren't too reluctant. Steve certainly remembered our first time, and George was still fascinated by female muscles, having seen Mom's a few times. He knew that she wasn't as strong as I was, even though her muscles were much bigger than mine were.

When we got up to our rooms, there was a round of good night kisses, as Mom and I kissed our husbands before taking our partners for the night inside.

Once the door was closed behind us I undressed Steve, since he won't undress himself for another woman except for his wife. It took me less than a quarter of a second to get him naked, with his clothes folded neatly beside him. Using the convenient and large handle he had in front of him I picked him up and threw him onto the bed. He only had time to draw in one breath while I undressed myself, my clothes folded neatly beside his, before I was on top of him, my lips finding his lips.

I had to remember to be gentle with him; even though he's so much bigger and so much more muscular than George was, I knew that his body was not as hard.

I rolled us over, putting him on top of me. He showed absolutely no signs of reluctance this time as he went after it with berserker fury.

After he shot his big load into me, he tried to push himself off of me, but he couldn't escape my embrace. He cleared his throat, trying to get my attention. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. "Where do you think that you're going? You don't think that we're done already, do you?" I tightened my inner muscles, keeping him rigid.

I showed him a technique that I knew he hadn't seen before, a technique that only a Velorian woman can show him. Keeping his body on top of mine, I rose up off of the bed. When we were about a foot below the ceiling I rolled us over until he was below me, still wrapped in my arms and legs. I then slowly opened my arms and legs. Surprised, he wrapped his arms around me, hanging on tight. "Let go," I told him. "I won't let you fall." He slowly released me. I continued to hold him in the air, only the grip of my inner muscles on his erect manhood keeping him aloft. I 'carried' him around the room before going back over the bed.

Keeping myself about a foot below the ceiling, I put my hands on his tight ass. Relaxing my inner muscles a bit, I supported him with my hands. I started stroking him inside me with my hands, using his entire large body as a huge dildo. As he neared his orgasm I stopped. Adjusting my grip so that I was holding him with just my left hand, I began running my right hand through my golden hair, pulling my hair back from his face. Frustrated, he tried to thrust into me, but he had no leverage, nothing to push against. I smiled down at him, continuing to comb my hair. He put his arms around me, trying to pull himself into me. After about a minute of his ineffectual efforts I stopped teasing him and resumed my stroking, one of my hands doing what his entire powerful body couldn't. My right hand caressed my right breast, while he suckled my left. After we both climaxed, I finally lowered him back onto the bed and rolled off of him.

"Whew! That was some flight!" With a grin he added, "That took me to heights I've never reached before."

"You don't think that we're through yet, do you?" I asked, smiling.

"We're not?" he asked, his grin widening.

"Of course not. I'm not letting you off that easy for that 'heights' crack." I ravished him, my lips and tongue devouring his hard muscular chest, suckling his nipples, as his hands found my breasts. Soon he was ready for me again. I floated up and spread my legs into a split. Using only my flight powers, I mounted and took him.

This was as good as he remembered. She had easily and quickly undressed them and gotten them onto the bed. When she had rolled over onto her back and placed him between her legs, he had needed no further encouragement. He had used all of his strength, knowing full well that he couldn't hurt her even if he tried.

She wouldn't let him get up off of her when he was done. Instead she had floated off of the bed, carrying him as if he weighed no more than a feather pillow. She had flown him around the room, carrying him with nothing more than the grip of her vaginal muscles on his rigid cock. Hovering a foot from the ceiling she had proceeded to use him, one hand on his ass as she used one powerful arm to stroke him within her as he held on to her large full breast and suckled.

George wasn't quite sure what to expect tonight. The prospect of spending the night with the second-most beautiful woman he knew certainly was intriguing, to say the least. But it also meant spending the night away from THE most beautiful woman he knew.

Back in high school, he had always thought that Julie had had the best looking mother among all of his classmates. At least of all the mothers he had seen. He had thought that if Julie had inherited those genetics from her mother, then she would be quite a prize. He knew that he had been guilty more than once of harboring improper thoughts about Julie's mother. He knew that it was a common reaction among teenage boys, who were still trying to decide between girls and women, but that hadn't make him feel any less guilty.

But now he knew that Julie hadn't inherited anything from her 'mother'. No, indeed! He now knew that Julie actually had far superior genetics. Far superior!

Not that her mother's genetics were inferior. They may be inferior compared to her 'daughter', but he would be hard-pressed to call them 'inferior'. They were superior to anybody else's on the planet. Far superior! He had seen some demonstrations of those superior genetics, he had seen both women lift Steve's heaviest weights as if they had been made of nothing but styrofoam. Julie's mother's muscles had expanded even beyond Julie's. When she exerted herself, Julie's muscles looked like those of a dancer or a fitness model. Her mother's muscles would make any bodybuilder, male or female, green with envy.

Now he was going to be exposed to another aspect of those superior genetics of hers. An aspect that Julie had exposed to him often. A very pleasurable aspect. VERY often and VERY pleasurable, indeed!

He also knew that the anticipation was not all one-sided. Julie had somehow modified his own genetics. A biologist might be able to understand the process, he didn't. But in at least one way, he was now superior to any other man on the planet. Indeed, he knew that that had been one of the major factors behind tonight's arrangements. She may even be anticipating the night's activities even more than he was, if that was possible.

After placing him on the bed, she had gone into the other room, saying, "Stay right there while I change into something more comfortable." He was a little surprised at this; Julie's idea of 'something more comfortable' was to wear nothing at all, often tearing the clothes off of her gorgeous body.

When she emerged, she had traded her dinner dress for a plain white tee shirt and a pair of old faded jeans. He could see that the tee shirt was a bit too small for her. Or perhaps she was too large for the shirt; she certainly filled it out in all the right ways. The tee shirt was tucked tightly into the waist of her jeans. The jeans also looked a bit tight, he thought that he could see every curve of her shapely muscled legs.

Instead of joining him on the bed, she walked out to the center of the room. She turned around for him once, then faced him and smiled. She then raised her arms, holding them straight out to her sides. Then, making sure that his eyes were on her, she bent her arms, flexing and making those incredible biceps rise. The sleeves immediately began tearing as they tried and failed to contain those beautiful masses of female muscle.

Then she began flexing her legs, beginning with her calves and working her way up to her thighs. The jeans had no more success containing her leg muscles than the tee shirt had in containing those biceps, as the seams gave way, ripping almost all the way up to the waistband.

She then started working on her chest muscles. Or rather, she got her chest muscles working on the tee shirt. As she flexed, he could see her pectorals growing, making her already large breasts seem even larger. He could see her nipples straining against the tee shirt as her breasts continued to lift and separate. Something was going to have to give soon, and he was sure that it wasn't going to be this superwoman.

Sure enough, he heard a tearing sound and saw a hole in the tee shirt, right between those nipples. As she continued her flexing the tear lengthened, until the entire front of her tee shirt was open from her neck to her waist.

Soon her 'clothing' consisted of nothing but strips of cloth hanging from her collar and waistband. He could no longer contain himself. He covered the distance from the bed to her in a few long strides. As she continued flexing and posing, he covered her muscles with his kisses. Then she had carried him back to the bed for another kind of workout.

The summer was over too soon and it was fall. Though it didn't make all that much of a difference to us; we were out of school anyway. Steve began another season with the Broncos, though he was talking about this one perhaps being his last. He was already the oldest member of the linebacking corps for the Broncos, and he already had a Super Bowl ring. He had a standing offer from George's dad to come work for him, though naturally it would involve a very significant pay cut. After all, very few computer engineers make the kind of money that All-Pro linebackers did. He was also considering going to work with Mom, putting his computer skills to help her out.

Even though George was working for his dad, he did much of his work at home. With me around, that meant some irregular hours, as I would interrupt him for something or another from time to time. But he never complained. It was nice, not having to go to Las Vegas any more to pick up a man. Or anywhere else, for that matter. And the man I had at home was so much more of a man than any man in Las Vegas. Or anywhere else, for that matter.

I also had my own computer, where I could do some contract work for George's dad. George made it a point to interrupt me while I was working. I certainly didn't complain about his interruptions.

I also continued to work with Mom on some of her cases. I was careful not to show too much of my abilities. But Mom's coworkers were no dummies, it didn't take them long to figure out that I was the 'Supergirl' who had appeared on the local news from time to time. Mom still wouldn't let me have any of the 'honeymoon' jobs, though. Especially now that I was married.

I had no trouble with any of my partners. After all, they knew that I was the best bodyguard in the department. They also considered me the most decorative bodyguard in the department. Well, at least in the top two. And I'm sure that they hoped for some of the fringe benefits. Though I now refrained from taking advantage of any of them. Except for Mark.

I had thought that George would have a problem with my continuing to work, especially with Mark. Well, I suppose that I can't exactly say that he didn't have any problems with that. But he did agree that it would be a waste of my special abilities to not use them for a good cause. And as for using my other, well, special abilities on Mark, he realized that it was part of the job. He knew that Mom was in the same situation. He did joke that it would be nice to get a rest now and then while I was out working, though I thought that I could see something else in his eyes. He also realized that I would always come back to him. After he is my darling husband.

"After all, you superwomen treat sex almost as casually as we do a handshake," he joked one night.

"George! I am not THAT loose! Besides, did that feel like we just shook hands?"

"Um, well, no."

"It better not! I don't do that to anybody except you." I gave him a hug, a good hard hug, hard enough to crush steel. "Though I have to be so gentle with anyone else, I suppose it would be like a handshake."

"See, I told you so!"

"Humph! In that case, let's shake." I rolled over on top of him and I took him, hard. Not at all like shaking hands.

He didn't bring the subject up again.

But as I continued to work with Mom I had noticed a disturbing trend associated with that work. I had begun to enjoy killing people. No, that's not quite right, 'enjoy' is too strong a word. It wasn't like I would go out on a Friday night looking for someone to kill. I still felt an ache in my heart every time I took a person's life, but if that person deserved his death I also felt some excitement, even a sexual arousal. The feeling was the strongest when the man I was killing was a rapist and I was using my feminine strength to kill him.

Using a good portion of my Velorian strength had always gotten me excited, but this was different. It wasn't the same as the feeling that I got from lifting heavy weights or from ripping apart crashed cars in order to pull people out of car wrecks. Even if I wasn't using as much of my powers when taking down a rapist, there always was a sense of excitement, a sense of arousal.

Part of it was probably due to the fact that I was turning the tables on the rapist, punishing him, making him feel some of the pain that his victims had felt as I all but raped him. And that was exactly what I would do, if I had the time. Ever since that first rapist I had encountered in Washington Park, I would let the man feel some of my overpowering femininity. I would let him know that it was a woman who was overpowering him, that his male body and all of his weapons were completely helpless against just my female body. And I enjoyed the sense of power that I had over him. The same sense of power that rapists got off on, forcing themselves onto their victims.

I would often go out at night to set myself up, targeting serial rapists. Not just here in the Denver area, but wherever we got reports of serial rapists. There was such a sense of satisfaction in taking down a rapist, much more so than with drug dealers or muggers or even with murderers.

Sometimes I had to resist the urge to go out and take a man. Especially when George was out of town on a business trip. But I realized that if I forced myself on an unwilling man, then I would become a rapist, no better than the rapists that I've been taking down. And I didn't want to cross that line, not if I could avoid it.

Of course it was completely different when my darling husband was at home with me. Oh, I still enjoyed using my strength in order to make the most effective use of his enhanced body. But we had arranged a series of signals, all George had to do was to use one of them and I would immediately stop forcing myself on him. And when I let him force himself on me, I didn't have any trouble getting him to stop.

It was a similar situation when working with Mark. Of course I had to be so much more careful and so much more gentle with him. But it was still so cool! I had two men, one at home and one at work, both of whom loved my body and my strength. And I loved showing off for them. Both my body and my strength.