My submission for the FDWritings Christmas Fest. Kay wants
to live her not-quite-normal life as a walking science
experiment, but someone's found a way to push all her
buttons.

mf, exhib, f-solo, ff, oral, spanking

Copyright 2003. All rights reserved by the author (that's
me, Mark Reed). Posted here with permission.

Read at your own risk. If smut offends you, don't read this.
If you're younger than 18, don't read this. 

Dedication: Thanks go to Frank Downey for providing his
experience on a few 'technical' matters, and to Girl Friday
for patiently listening to me babble about the story every
day, and for providing some very incisive feedback. More
gratitude goes to Mycroftxxx for his usual excellent editing
and opinions, and to Rod Ramsey, who was too sick with flu
to help with this one, but said he would try anyway. *Grin*
Thanks, everyone!

Author's note: This is my submission to the FDWritings yahoo
group's Christmas Festival. A month or two ago, someone
posted a link to an article about a device placed in women
that will allow them to orgasm. The poster said that it was
only a matter of time before someone would write a story
about it. Ladies and gentlemen, your wait is over! *Grin*
This story was a real challenge for me. It started out as a
small erotic mystery similar in style to Birthday Surprise.
It quadrupled (at least!) in size and outgrew its original
inspiration by leaps and bounds. As a result, it's a bit
thin on plot for its length, so be kind. Kay and I argued
near constantly over where to take this. She kept going off
in weird directions and would flat out refuse to go with me
at some points. A prime example happens near the end- Kay
*would not* let Jim take the control unit on their date, no
matter how hard I tried. I didn't learn *why* until just
about the time you do! 

Christmas Angel
by Mark Reed

Oh God, it was starting again. Why now, why during English
class of all places? Why did it have to be with the class
that had the old crone teaching it? I closed my eyes and
concentrated. Maybe it would be like the last two episodes.
If I could concentrate on something else and not move
anything that might stimulate it, it could recede after a
while and I wouldn't have to make a public fool of myself-
again.

I looked around nervously to see if anyone had noticed.
Nobody seemed to be watching me just yet. I looked over to
Shandra in a vain attempt for some kind of support. She was
leaned back as far as she could with her hands shoved in her
pockets, her usual 'this is SO boring' sitting position. In
all the years I'd been friends with her, nobody had ever
been able to get Shandra to quit sitting like a boy when she
got bored. Everyone was used to it, though. That's just Shan
for you. I finally caught her eye and gave her my best
attempt at telepathic communication. 'Help!' She glanced at
the stiffening nipples in my shirt and her curious look
became a worried frown. She tried to look consoling or
supportive, I guess, but it doesn't come off well when
you're across a crowded schoolroom and trying not to draw
attention to yourself. Then again, there wasn't anything she
could actually *do* if I went into another full-blown
episode.

And that seemed to be where things were going, too. I could
feel it in my belly, literally. My skin began to tingle with
little electrical sparks and I felt like the lower parts of
my abdomen were on fire. My nipples had become fully erect
and poked through my bra and blouse like two little pleasure
filled light bulbs. Maybe that's why some guys call breasts
"headlights." I grabbed the hem of my skirt tightly with my
hands so they would have somewhere to grab other than my
breasts. My skin was flushed and my nipples ached to be
touched, to be rubbed and rolled and pinched and...

Enough of that. Can't think of that. My grip on my hem
tightened in frustration, making my hands shake slightly and
the skin on my thighs tingle a bit at the brush of the
fabric. Maybe grabbing my hem hadn't been such a bright
idea. I kept having to stop myself from lifting my skirt to
reveal more of the soft skin of my thighs, or running my
fingers along my legs. I concentrated on not stroking the
skin that seemed far too close to my center for my own
comfort. I reminded myself that I didn't want to caress
myself, even though it felt so good and made my skin tingle
and created this incredibly delicious itch and...

NO! I decided my hands weren't safe on the lower half of my
body and wrapped them around my stomach just under my
breasts. My forearm brushed the bottoms of my swells through
the bra and shot electricity through my body again. I choked
off a moan and looked pleadingly up to Shandra. She was
watching with a slightly grimaced look, trying desperately
and failing miserably at holding back a smile. I vented some
of my frustrations by mentally cursing her to the lowest
pits of hell for finding this funny. SHE didn't have this
problem! Why was it that I was the one getting suddenly and
unbelievably horny in the middle of class? 

Of course I knew the answer to that, or at least part of it.
I wasn't about to admit it to myself just then. In my
current mood, the knowledge that it was entirely my fault
didn't help one little bit. I forced my mind away from that
avenue, but that only allowed it to shift my attention back
to my body and the sparkles of energy running through it. Oh
Gaaaawd it felt good. I felt so warm and tingly and soft and
sensitive. My skin was flushed and I noticed I'd been
squirming in my seat, trying to rub my aching little clittie
into something hard enough to stimulate it.

I could tell that this episode wasn't going to be one of the
warning ones. This one was going to be full blown. I hated
what was about to come. I loved what was about to come. I
hated myself for loving it, but I loved it all the same. 

My squirming reached a kind of rhythm as I gave in to the
inevitable. The nerves along my back that always seemed to
start the episodes by tingling first were screaming with
fire. I rocked my hips slowly from side to side, rubbing the
sensitive parts of my center against one another and adding
to the feelings running through me. I closed my eyes and
choked off another moan. The fingers rolling my nipples drew
my attention to my traitorous hands. I slapped them back to
the sides of my stomach and wondered despairingly how long I
could keep them there before they snuck up and began cupping
my breasts through my blouse and bra again. Cupping them and
squeezing them and pinching them and...

Damn! I pulled them back down to my stomach. I noticed an
odd look from one of my neighbors and gave a mental grimace.
The show was about the start, it seemed.

Over the next few minutes my skin became even more flushed,
until my face was very noticeably red. My skin gleamed with
sweat and ached for contact. My center was throbbing with
arousal and need. My nipples seemed to pulse a little even
through my clothes, echoing the pulses shooting through my
body from down below. I was able to keep my hands around my
stomach, but couldn't keep my chest from swaying back and
forth a little, rubbing the bottom of my breasts lightly
against one of my forearms. I decided it was probably best
to find a new place for my hands, and finally thought to
grab the edges of my desk. My knuckles quickly became white
from my death grip, which only seemed to draw further
attention to me from the students in class.

I couldn't keep from panting. I knew I was close; I could
feel the coming pleasure almost rippling up and down my
spine. The signals being shot through my body kept building
in intensity, taking me with them. The teacher stopped to
stare at me along with the rest of the class when I started
shaking. My throat closed to stop another moan. The loss of
air forced me to take a gasping breath, and I couldn't close
my throat again soon enough to stop the next moan from being
heard. My body shivered and shook as I felt myself reach the
edge and get pushed across. The shaking became worse as the
pleasure flowing through my body seemed to double, then
triple as muscles tightened and contracted. My mind
practically blanked with pleasure. Far off in the distance I
heard a warbling scream. My immediate world was only
concerned with the rolling waves of bliss. I rubbed my legs
together frantically, heightening the stimulation in my
center. My nipples were little rockets, poking out for the
world to see and sending little thrills across my chest
anytime the fabric of my bra shifted even the smallest
amount. Slowly the fire climbing up and down my spine began
to fade, diminishing the heat in my center along with it. My
world expanded beyond my body once more and I opened my eyes
to absorb the picture presented before them. 

Just like all the other times, everyone had turned to stare
silently at me. Expressions varied from fright to amazement
to curiosity to snickering. Shandra, the only other person
in the room who actually knew the true reasons for my shakes
and shudders during my 'episodes' had a poker face. The
teacher seemed to finally collect herself and tried to take
control of the class.

"Miss McDavis, if you will please find your way to the
nurse's station or the principal's office?" She swept her
head around, gaining the focus of the rest of the class
while I scrambled to collect my things and ran from the
room. "Now, can anyone tell me why Earnest Hemmingway's
works are so well regarded? As we've seen in 'For Whom the
Bell Tolls,' he has a style unlike anything we've seen
before in this class." I shut the door to the rest of the
lecture and half stumbled my way to a bathroom. I needed to
clean myself before heading to the principal's office. Going
to the nurse's station would be a pointless waste of time.

----

Principal Becker clasped his hands tightly on the desk
before him and stared at me. I looked him boldly in the
nose, concentrating on the overly large bulbous protrusion
to keep myself from quelling under the scrutiny. When he
stares you down and you make the mistake of looking him in
the eyes, you lose all control of your mouth and start
spilling all your secrets out before him. It's horrible. The
silence grows and grows and you keep saying more and more in
an attempt to fill it. When he first gave me The Stare, I
spent 20 minutes telling him about all my boyfriend troubles
before he finally stopped me to ask if I knew anything about
a missing backpack. I didn't, but to this day I still quell
at the thought of The Stare. The only thing you can do is
keep your mind on something different and not look him in
the eyes until he gives up and starts asking questions. I
had every skin cell of the small pimple just above his right
nostril memorized when he startled me with speech.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me, Miss McDavis?" I
swear he can sound just like my mother at times- all sweet
and kind and completely deadly. 

"Yes Mr. Becker," I answered timidly. "I was in English
class earlier, and I had another seizure, sir." I silently
thanked the good Lord for the excuse of epilepsy for what
seemed the hundredth time, but was probably closer to the
tenth.

"Mmmm," he intoned neutrally. "Can you describe what the
seizure felt like?" 

I blinked in surprise. This was not going to be a standard
grilling. Good ol' Becky was asking a different set of
questions. "Well sir, I know I started shaking and my skin
got all hot. I was sweaty when I came to and I think I
started moaning at some point. I might have screamed, too,
but I don't remember it too well. It gets all fuzzy and I
lose track of myself. Usually I just feel it start and begin
to shake, then everything's a jumble until I open my eyes
and realize five or ten minutes have passed." Suddenly I
wished I had been more attentive when I had looked at the
medical dictionary in the library. I was hoping that
claiming memory loss would let me skate by without any
further questions.

Principal Becker's frown told me things weren't going to be
so easy. "I see," he said as he leaned back in his chair. He
took a file from his desk, mine I'd guess, and glanced
through it. "Miss McDavis, is there anything else you'd like
to add to that? Perhaps something you might want to correct
in your previous tale? It might save everyone a great deal
of grief later." He looked me in the eye and I quickly
shifted to his nose before The Stare could be established. 

"No sir," I simpered. Just that I'm actually a living test
subject for the next breakthrough in medical science.
Nothing important at all, sir. No sireee, nothing odd about
me.

"You do realize," Becky drawled with a sardonic expression,
"that lying to school faculty could lead to serious
consequences?" Gawd he was *exactly* like my mother. I could
tell by the tone of voice that he didn't actually have
anything on me. 

I briefly considered looking him in the eye but decided it
wasn't a good time to risk a run in with The Stare. I kept
my focus firmly on his large nose. "Yes sir, but I've done
my best to tell you everything I remember and not leave
anything out. I don't want to cause any trouble, sir." I was
the picture of innocence. A little angel descended from
Heaven to embody the virtues of honesty and earnestness.
You'd never have looked at me and imagined that not twenty
minutes before I had been cumming up a storm in the middle
of a crowded room.

"Very well, Miss McDavis," he intoned. "But perhaps one day
you'll tell me what's really going on. I've done a little
research since our last meeting in this office and I am
firmly of the opinion that you have a perfectly healthy mind
and nervous system. As far as I and your teachers can tell,
you are not doing anything to cause these little incidents,
but withholding information from me IS a punishable offense
and if these little incidents continue to occur, I'm going
to demand that you explain yourself. Is that clear, Miss
McDavis?" 

One thing I gotta give him, he did stern *very* very well! I
remained the embodiment of honesty and innocence while I
looked him in the nose and nodded. "Yes, Principal Becker."
Not on your life, Becky!

"Very well, then." He scribbled his signature on a piece of
paper in the center of his desk and handed it to me. "Please
attend to your next class. You appear recovered enough from
your 'trauma' to continue your education. Please contact the
school nurse if you feel anything unusual throughout the
rest of the day." I turned and calmly walked into the outer
room, closed his office door, collected my bag, and headed
for my next class. I took my time, letting the possibilities
of another meeting with Becky sink in. God, I HAD to figure
out how to stop this!

----

"So Shan says you had another episode in English class,"
Sarah said. 

I took another bite from the mystery lunch of the day and
nodded. "One of the big ones. Everyone was staring. I had to
go to Becky's office and get a stern talking to. He's not
buying the epilepsy line anymore. I'm going to have to come
up with something convincing." I grabbed my carton of milk
and mangled the tab until it opened.

"Well, you could always try the truth," Amy offered.

I snorted, nearly spitting the milk I had just started
drinking straight out my nose. I coughed and spluttered for
a moment before I collected myself enough to look at Amy
like she was an idiot. "That'd be a real comfortable little
talk. 'Yes, Mr. Becker. I sort of have this night job where
I'm a living test dummy for the next evolution in vibrators,
and somehow someone's found a way to make me cum like a mad
woman in the middle of my classes.' God, Amy. Could you try
to suggest something less embarrassing, like maybe just
stripping and letting him spank me in school assembly or
something?" This had been delivered in a hushed, low tone,
which ended in a hiss. Things were embarrassing enough; I
didn't want anyone else in the school to know or I'd go from
slight social outcast to public laughingstock. I looked
around nervously to make sure my little speech had gone
unnoticed.

Amy blushed and had the good sense to keep her mouth shut
after that. "Oh, I don't know," Shandra piped up. "You'd
probably be real popular with the boys. Then again, the
whole idea of getting spanked in the front of a school
assembly doesn't sound half bad, either." She grew one of
those grins she got when she was thoroughly considering
something naughty. 

Sarah rolled her eyes and steered the conversation clear of
that possibility before Shan could start petitioning for one
of her crazy ideas. "So you got any ideas yet? It'll have to
be a pretty personal thing to explain fibbing in the first
place. I mean, embarrassment seems like your best option to
deflect punishment for changing stories. You think I should
alter the medical records back to normal?" Sarah was not
only my best friend, but also the resident hacker of the
group. We were all geeks in our own way, so we stuck up for
each other. When Shan and Amy had seen my first episode and
Amy mentioned it had looked like I'd been having a fit, I'd
gotten the idea of claiming epilepsy as a plausible excuse.
Sarah had skipped a class to do some quick work in the
school records before my first meeting with Principal
Becker. Things had worked out pretty well, until now.

"I dunno," I said as I thought things through. "Better keep
them like they are until I have a more solid idea of what to
say. We should have a little time. Usually I don't have more
than twice every three days. I'm hoping the cum gods will be
lenient. Maybe the next few will just be the warning kind,
and I won't actually orgasm." I shifted nervously. I still
didn't have a clue what was causing the beads in my spine to
go off outside of the lab, but at this point I was betting
the cause wasn't something as innocent as low flying
aircraft. My episodes only happened in certain classes. I
figured that a person was behind this, who at least knew my
schedule if they weren't a student. The problem was that
there were too many ways for someone clever enough to
discover the frequency of the surgically implanted
electrodes to cover themselves. I couldn't count on my
fellow classmates being the only suspects, even though it
seemed convenient. Of course, I didn't have a high opinion
of the majority of my classmates, either. The idea of one of
them masterminding a plot to embarrass me seemed farfetched.
It was frustrating. Anyone obvious was probably too dumb,
and anyone not obvious was too hard to find. I sighed and
slumped a little on the bench.

"Heads up," Sarah's tightly controlled voice told me
everything I needed to know. I slowly and naturally shifted
out of my defeated position into something more haughty and
confident, and pointedly didn't look around. Whoever was on
their way would show them self soon enough. 

I didn't have to wait long, either. A shuffling sound behind
me announced a visitor to the table just before Jim Stewart
sat on the bench next to me. "Hi," he said nervously. Jim
was cute as hell, and had a lovely tenor voice that made my
nipples want to poke through my blouse again. "Um, Kay? I
was wondering if you were doing anything tonight. Maybe I
could take you to dinner and a movie?"

Oh wow! He was asking me on a date?!? This was just too
cool. Too bad I couldn't go. I had an appointment at the lab
tonight for more 'product testing.' I schooled my face into
an apologetic expression. "Gee, I'm sorry Jim. Tonight's bad
for me. I'm not free until Sunday night, and I was hoping to
spend some time with my family. Could you ask me again next
week? It's a really bad time for me right now." That was
about as honest as I could get without going into details. I
hoped he would talk to me again next week, but I doubted it.

His face fell. "Oh, alright. I understand. I don't suppose I
could get you to reconsider?" He looked hopefully at me for
a moment, but I just shook my head and he nodded, resigned.
He stood up from the bench, lifted a hand, and snapped his
fingers once. He started walking away, but stopped and
turned at my gasp.

Fire surged up and down my spine. My pussy clenched and
loosened, then clenched again. My skin flushed red-hot as
the sensation flooded my body, faster than anything I had
ever felt outside of the lab. My nipples practically knotted
up beneath my bra. My body shook as my insides turned to
sudden jelly. The pleasure seemed to course through my
veins. My orgasm was fast and incredibly intense. I moaned,
but it seemed muffled for some reason. My world expanded as
the pleasure receded, and I realized why my moan had been
muffled. My head was buried in Sarah's chest, and I was
clutching her so hard that it looked like I was trying to
merge with her. I gasped for breath as I backed away a
little. She patted me on the shoulder, but most of her
attention was focused on shooting a laser beam with her eyes
straight through Jim's head. Jim was looking at me,
completely astounded. Across the table, Amy kept switching
her gaze between Jim and me in complete shock while Shan
tried to copy Sarah's laser beam technique.

I gained enough composure to become angry. I shot venom at
Jim. "Sit," I hissed. He looked at me dumbly. "Sit," I
repeated, this time with a tone that promised dire
consequences. "Here. Now."

Jim sat. He looked around the table and his face took on the
expression of a person who realizes that they have done
something very very bad but don't have a clue as to what it
might have been. "Talk," I hissed. Jim's mouth flapped
uselessly.

Sarah jumped in to play good cop. "You'd better tell her
what she wants to know. I've seen her like this. You
*really* don't want to rile her." Her tone wasn't exactly
pleasant, but it was a great deal friendlier from the laser
beams Jim was still getting from the pair across the table. 

Jim looked from me to Sarah, his expression that of a deer
staring at headlights. "Uhhh," he stated eloquently. His
gaze shifted from Sarah back to me and turned from 'huh?' to
'Oh Shit!' "I... I had no idea that would happen. I don't
even know what DID happen. I just got a note earlier today
and I was doing what it said."

My eyes narrowed at this. I drilled into him with my own
version of The Stare. Sarah knew me well enough to pick up
the good cop mantle again. "Tell us about this note."

Jim's eyes never left mine. He was pinned, with only his
mouth able to move. "I got a note in my locker after second
period today. It said that if I was interested in you, to
ask you out at lunch today. It said that I'd be earning
myself a favor if I followed the directions. I was supposed
to clap twice if you said yes, or snap my fingers once if
you said no. I didn't know something would actually *happen*
to you, I swear! I was just doing what the angel said."

"Angel?" Sarah's voice was full of curiosity. I was
intrigued as well, but my job was to keep him pinned while
he spilt his guts.

"Yeah, the note was signed 'Kays Christmas Angel.' I thought
it was pretty weird, but I didn't think it would harm
anything." Jim's face turned earnest. "I didn't mean to hurt
you, honest! What happened?"

"That's none of your concern," I said tightly. Jim flinched.
There was a drawn out moment of silence, so I discreetly
poked Sarah's leg. 

She got the clue. "Can we see the note?" 

Jim's expression turned nervous. "The note said to throw it
away. I can take you to the trashcan where I threw it, but
I'm pretty sure it's gone. The janitors usually clean that
hall during fourth period." 

I let my expression change to only slightly suspicious,
releasing him from The Stare. "Was there anything about the
note that seemed strange? Something you'd recognize a second
time? A smell, a cut on the border, anything that seemed
unusual?" I asked in a gentle tone. Jim seemed so relieved
from being spared my further ire that he probably didn't
even think of lying, which was the point of switching to
friendly, not that I was all that angry with him in the
first place. He's too cute to stay mad at for very long.

Jim thought for a moment. "The handwriting was real sloppy,
and the letters were big. There weren't any tears on it. It
was neatly folded. I didn't think to smell it." He blushed
slightly, whether at the thought of a scented letter or for
not thinking to check I didn't know.

The bell rang, ending the lunch period. I gave him a small
hug. "Thanks Jim. Ask me out again next week, okay? I'll be
free during Christmas break. I gotta go to class. See you
soon!" I grabbed my bag and skittered away, leaving Jim
clueless as to what happened and still reeling from the
grilling he had received. I preferred it that way.

Sarah, Shandra, and Amy caught up to me. "Wow," Amy
breathed. "That was... wow."

"It was interesting," Sarah said absently. I glanced at her
to confirm the tone with her facial expression. She was lost
in a world of thought, and probably would be for the next
several hours. I hoped they were more worry free for her
than they would be for me. I couldn't help but take that
little incident personally. Someone in that lunchroom was
pushing my buttons, almost literally, and things were NOT
taking a benevolent air. I sighed.

"Hey Kay," Shandra popped in. "Why *did* you turn Jim down?
It's obvious you like him." 

I gave her a look. Well duh! "I have an appointment this
evening, just like I said." Shan was still confused. "I'm
going to see my *lab* partner," I said significantly. 

"Ohhhh," Shan said, finally Getting It. Then her face turned
curious again. "All week?"

I shrugged. "Yep. A girl's gotta earn her dollars. I'm a
little ahead on homework so I told them I'd be able to pull
extra hours. I could probably get out of a night if I really
tried..." but I needed the money. "But it really is a lot of
fun, and Jim can always ask me next week. I'll clear off a
day or two for him." Shandra just nodded at that.

Amy grabbed Sarah's arm and split off to drag Sarah to their
next class. Shan and I headed to gym.

---- 

The familiar tingles in my spine started again just a little
before I got to the changing room. It wasn't anything too
serious; these were the gentle kind of tingles. They'd
explained it to me in the lab, and the night testing allowed
me to become particularly familiar with this 'setting.' The
beads, as I liked to call them, were actually weird little
electronic devices attached to specific nerves up and down
my spinal column. Working in conjunction, they can
manipulate a variety of bodily functions. If you can find
the right combination of electrical pulses (and the right
nerves to send them along) you can control practically
anything. That's why the company I 'worked' for was
interested in having actual people to test things with. I'm
not sure how they ever managed to make the whole 'living
test dummy' part legal, but I expect a lot of money changed
hands behind closed doors. Regardless of all that, the labs
were looking for people of all ages and both sexes to try
things out on. Since I'm young and don't have any spinal
damage (and probably because the male lab technicians enjoy
watching me climax, the pervs) their primary focus with me
in particular is the sexual aspects of the 'product.'
Personally, I think it's a damn good idea. Orgasm whenever
you want just by using some sort of remote control unit?
Sounds good to me! Then again, I've never really liked using
a vibrator all that much. So kill me- I'm weird.

Anyway, in the four months I'd been working as a living test
dummy, I'd had the chance to feel a lot of what the little
beads could do. One of the first successes (beyond the
obvious- obtaining orgasm) involved learning to regulate the
level of arousal I felt. After a bit of experimentation,
they finally found a way to raise and lower the
'stimulation' the beads sent through me. I thought that had
been terrific at the time. It wasn't until about three weeks
ago that I learned the downside. One day the beads activated
while I was sitting in class. I was surprised, but it was
only a low level of stimulation so I wasn't overly
concerned. The problem was that it *stayed* a low level of
stimulation all day long! By the end of school I was
frustrated enough to hump a handrail. I spent most of my
afternoon masturbating or trying to do my homework. It
wasn't until that evening when I went into the lab that I
could get it turned off. Nobody's ever bothered to give ME
anything that could turn the damned beads off. The techs
just said it must have resulted from a glitch or a stray
signal or something, and said I could come to the lab if I
ever needed to have it turned off. Bastards.

At the time it wasn't actually a big deal. I didn't get
pissed or anything. It had only happened that one day. I
didn't start getting pissed until about four days later,
after having to endure three days of low-grade frustration
and two episodes in the middle of class. I gave up on
looking to the techs for any help, though. Being a test
dummy is a very high paying job for the one or two hours a
night you put in. I didn't want to lose it by complaining.
Besides, I figured my friends could handle it. Shan's a
regular wizard with electronics, and Amy's amazing at
finding practical applications for math. I figured if the
two of them put their heads together while Sarah and I
figured out who or what was causing the mayhem, we could
wrap things up nice and neat pretty quick. So far, none of
us had been able to make any progress.

So here I was, stuck with a perverted maniac running around
with some kind of uber-remote taking delight in either
embarrassing me in the middle of class or sexually
frustrating me all day long. Whoever they are learned their
lesson though- the beads always turned off when school got
out. I guess they didn't want me reporting anything to the
lab.

I sighed heavily as I changed clothes for gym class. Usually
after an episode I'd get a break for at least half the day.
Today I get two episodes in the same day and the arousal
starts right back up again. I could tell it was going to be
a long afternoon.

----

I didn't have to wait very long before I proved myself
right. We were doing generally useless displays of strength
for that week in gym, or so it seemed to me. This class
period, everyone (well, all the girls) had to climb a rope
and touch a flag about fifteen feet in the air. I actually
thought it was going to be an easy day until it was my turn.
Somehow I don't think any of the other girls had as much of
a challenge as I did. About eight feet up the rope, I felt
something different begin to run up and down my spine along
with the arousal and my bladder started to contract.

I closed my eyes. This couldn't possibly be happening. I
took a breath and raised my arm up to lift myself further up
the rope. It seemed like the higher I got, the worse I had
to pee. I didn't get very far before it was taking all of my
concentration to not wet my gym shorts. The teacher started
yelling at me to keep climbing. I tightened my knees
together and kept trying to climb.

Mercifully, my bladder didn't get any worse than it already
was, but I couldn't climb very well while trying to hold my
pee in. My muscles were strained from being so tense, and I
lost my grip on the rope for a split second. I dropped about
three feet and got rope burn trying to stop myself from
falling. My bladder was still begging for release, and I
hung there a moment, trying to decide which direction to go.
I looked around me, realizing that not only were all the
girls watching me, but most of the guys had stopped their
basketball game from across the gym to stare at me, too.
After another moment of hesitation, I climbed down the rope
until I could safely drop to the floor. A few moments after
I touched the ground and walked away from the rope, my
bladder seemed to loosen and I didn't need to pee anymore. I
sighed in relief.

The teacher, of course, wanted to know what my problem was.
She'd seen me climb that rope a few times before and knew I
hadn't had any trouble with it. I managed to deflect her
questions by saying I wasn't feeling well, and she told me
I'd have to climb the rope again the next day. I spent the
rest of class watching people climb. Some of the bitches got
to where I had been and pretended to lose their grip,
pantomiming panic. It got giggles and derisive laughter from
most of the crowd, but I didn't care. It was much better
alternative to the other embarrassment I could have
suffered. 

When class ended, I headed to the changing room to get into
my normal clothes. There was a neatly folded note tucked
under my blouse. It was written in large, sloppy
handwriting.

"I could have made you lose control. Tomorrow is another
day. Jim is a nice guy. He deserves a date. Try not to
worry- I will take real good care of you two. --your
Christmas Angel"

----

I caught Jim between sixth and seventh period. He looked a
little scared to see me. "Hi Kay. What's wrong?"

I was confused for a moment, before I realized I hadn't been
hiding my emotions too well. "Oh, sorry Jim. I'm just really
pissed off about something that happened earlier. It doesn't
have anything to do with you." I took a deep breath and
projected friendliness. "Anyway, I wanted to tell you that
I'm free for tonight after all. You still up for dinner and
a movie?"

His concern turned to relief, then happiness. "Sure!
Absolutely. Um, pick you up at six?"

I nodded and gave him directions to my house, then hugged
him and walked off. I was considerably happier than I had
been only minutes before. It wasn't going out with Jim that
had me pissed. I thought he was cute and was thrilled he had
asked me out. It was being manipulated into it that really
upset me. I decided then and there that if Jim turned out to
be the Christmas Angel, I was going to rip his balls off. In
fact, I had decided to rip the balls off the Christmas Angel
no matter who he was. 

Three or four minutes into my next class, the arousal
stopped. I guessed that the Angel had heard about my date
with Jim. I concentrated on paying attention to the class
for a change; the homicidal fantasies would show on my face.

----

Jim picked me up promptly at six. I was tempted to pull him
inside and make him go through the parental grilling, but I
wasn't feeling *that* vicious. I was waiting by the door,
dressed in one of my nicer blouse and skirt combinations and
holding my purse. I have a thing for skirts- I'll use one
whenever I possibly can. Not that I have anything against
jeans or something like that, I just *really* enjoy the feel
of a skirt. Particularly a flounce skirt, although the one I
was wearing was much more demure than that. This outfit was
casual, but not 'fuck me' casual. Definitely didn't want to
be sending THAT signal on the first date. (Oh, if I had only
known!)

I heard Jim pull up and opened the door before he could do
anything stupid like honk his horn or come within a ten-foot
radius of my parents. I knew it would appear kind of eager,
but hell, after turning him down at first he probably needed
an ego shot. Besides, it's *much* easier to correct a poor
first impression you've made on your date than to correct
the poor first impression your date would surely make on
your parents. Hmmm... Maybe *this* is why I was never a hit
in the social circles.

He took me to dinner first. I was kind of expecting
something like Denny's. You know, the cheapest food you can
eat sitting down short of McDonalds or your own couch. He
surprised me though- Fuddruckers. Not exactly the most
stylish joint, but it had a nice element of fun to it that I
rather enjoyed. I figured we either had similar senses of
taste or he was just *really* hungry. As it turned out, he
wasn't that hungry. We spent a lot of time nibbling on our
food and chatting amiably. It was a bit awkward, but not as
awkward as a first date usually is. I hadn't been asked out
all that often before, but I like to listen to people and
observe them when they aren't watching, and I had done a
*lot* of research on dating. 

After I got to know him, Jim kind of grew on me. He didn't
have the most outspoken sense of humor, but he *did* have
one. He wasn't too outgoing, but he wasn't an introvert,
either. He seemed pretty decent in the brains department,
and wasn't intimidated by my intelligence. He was a pretty
ordinary guy. Nevertheless, he grew on me. Kind of like a
really amiable fungus. 

We continued chatting about whatever as he drove us to the
movie theatre. We'd already discussed our tastes in movies
while eating, so I knew a sappy romance was out. I was kind
of relieved. I like sappy romances, but I prefer to watch
them with Sarah and the gang. I also knew that tonight
wasn't going to me a horror movie night, so that was out.
There wasn't an action movie that we both hadn't seen. We
decided on a comedy.

Jim was handing me one of the newly purchased tickets when I
noticed a familiar face out of the corner of my eye.
"Shannnnny!" I squealed.

"Kayyyleeee!" Shandra squealed back. We hugged the stuffing
out of each other. I was still kind of nervous from the
date, so seeing one of my friends around helped. While we
hugged, she put her mouth next to my ear. "I pulled watch
duty tonight," she whispered. I squeezed her tighter before
letting go. She asked me which movie I'd be seeing, and then
assured me she'd be in one of the seats near the exit if
anything happened. With that little boost to my confidence
level, I allowed Jim to collect me and followed him into the
theatre. 

The pre-movie previews were fun. We fell back into our
rapport pretty quickly once we were seated and whispering to
each other. We'd picked a seat on the back row for privacy
purposes, and so far nobody was in the immediate area. Much
to my eventual relief, the seats around us stayed empty the
whole movie though. 

About three minutes into the start of the movie, I suddenly
had to go to the bathroom. I excused myself and hurried to
the theatre's restroom. About halfway there, I didn't have
to go anymore. I stood in the middle of the hall for a
moment in confusion, then turned around and headed back to
my seat. When I got there, Jim was holding a crumpled note.
Even in the dim light, I could see he was blushing. He
explained that the note had been thrown while I was gone,
and had hit him smack dab on the right cheek because he was
focused on the movie. I asked him if he could give me a
direction from the trajectory but he had been too out of it
to notice. I frowned and opened the note to read the large,
scrawling script.

"Movies are for cuddling and other forms of entertainment.
Surely you were not going to zone out the whole time, were
you? Now be a good girl and get his arm around you. He IS
your date, you know. --Christmas Angel"

I had REALLY hoped to avoid something like this. If that
bastard was around here somewhere, things were going to get
much more difficult. I imagined the possibilities he could
use to coerce me, and wondered if it was better to look like
a slut to Jim, or to explain the situation. He solved the
dilemma for me.

"I thought that note was for me at first, so I read it. I'm
not sure what's going on, Kay, but I'd like to know at least
a little of it. This is the second note from this Christmas
Angel person I've seen today. Why is he bothering you, and
what exactly happened at lunch today?"

I sighed. This was SO not a first date conversation. "Jim, I
have a kind of night job. There have been some interesting
breakthroughs in medical science lately, and I've signed up
to help test one of them. Over the summer I had a surgery to
place several electrical devices in my back. With the proper
research, a lot of nerve pathways in the spine can be
stimulated to help the body do things. If it all works out,
medical science will be able to control certain bodily
functions, and possibly help more people walk again. I'm too
young for the more risky research, so they use me to fine
tune control on some of the nerve pathways they've already
proven safe. My job mostly involves giving feedback on what
I feel from the devices, and any aftereffects the
stimulation might cause." 

I paused and took a few deep breaths, gathering my courage.
I figured that since it was going to come out anyway, I
might as well get the more embarrassing parts out, too.
"Jim, in my specific case, a lot of the nerve pathways that
are being manipulated and fine tuned are... sexual. One of
the implants' possible uses is arousing a woman or making
her orgasm. I've heard it's being tried with men, too, but
I've only met some of the women in town who are helping with
the same kind of research I'm involved in. The pleasure
beads," I caught myself too late and blushed furiously. "The
implants... they're controlled remotely. The control device
is small enough to be portable too, so most of them look
like over expensive universal remotes." I stopped again as
that possibility sank in. No... It was too simple to be
possible. Still, I'd have to mention it to the gang at some
point later on. I wasn't sure how to take the idea of my
sexuality being an auxiliary option next to someone's TV and
VCR. Part of me was repulsed, but the other part...

"Okay," Jim drawled slowly. "So how does this Christmas
Angel come into the picture?"

I took another deep breath. "Jim, you must hear some of the
rumors going around the school. What are people saying about
my shaking fits in the middle of class?"

I might have seen him wince, but I wasn't looking directly
at him and wasn't sure in the dim light. "Most people are
saying you've had epilepsy all your life and can't hide it
anymore. Some people think you've got some other kind of
mental disorder. Mostly people don't know. Some of the
rumors, um, aren't kind."

I smiled sardonically at that. "Out of the possibilities,
that's about what I'd hoped for. Jim, most nights of the
week I work. I was supposed to work tonight, actually, but I
got out of it. When I go into the lab, they use the remotes
they have there to turn my implants on and collect the data
they want. It's been that way since summer, but the lab is
the ONLY place the implants are supposed to be turned on.
Nobody else should have access to the frequencies, or be
able to build an appropriate control device. About three
weeks ago, my implants started turning on in school.
Regularly. The shaking and moaning fits I've been having in
class... Well, they aren't so innocent as a seizure." There
was no way I was going to say it out loud in public. If he
couldn't piece it together, he didn't need to know. A
particularly white flash from the movie screen lit up his
face enough for me to realize that I didn't need to worry
about a lack of understanding. I shook my head a little to
get myself back on track, and connected the last dot for
him. "I haven't received anything from this Christmas Angel
person before today, but this is the third note today, and
whoever it is has made it evident that they are the one
pushing my buttons." I watched his face intently, and
shifted in my chair. "That's my secret, Jim. Are you going
to take me home now, or can you handle it?"

He snapped out of the slight daze he'd been in. "Kay, I'm
sorry about this Angel person stalking you. I wish I could
do something to stop him. I've liked you for a while now,
and probably would have asked you out sooner or later even
without the note. But I'm sorry it has to be this way,
tonight. I'll take you home if you want to, but personally
I'd like to hang around and give it a shot anyway." He
paused for a moment, and I shifted in my chair again. "As
for other stuff, it doesn't matter to me. Well, that's not
true. It's kind of exciting. But I don't think worse about
you or anything like that. I think you're great with or
without the techno gadgets." 

Well, he does have a way with words, doesn't he? "Thanks,
Jim. You have no idea what a relief it is to hear that," I
said as I shifted again in my chair, even more
uncomfortable. "And speaking of relief, I *really* have to
go to the bathroom, so I'll be back in a few minutes." I
smiled at him, and he grinned. I stood up to go, but didn't
get three chairs down the row before nature's already
insistent call turned to a roar. I squeaked and froze. This
time I recognized the faint, odd tingles running up and down
my spine. Damn! I slowly walked to my chair and tried
sitting down. Jim looked at me curiously, but the need to
pee went away. Less than five seconds later, I felt my
bladder tighten again, back to that insistent call of nature
feeling.

"That bastard's playing games," I hissed. Jim just nodded
dumbly. I looked around the theatre, seeing if anyone was
watching us, but I didn't notice anyone. I didn't see anyone
I recognized either, although I did spot Shandra in one of
the seats near the exit ramp. 

I closed my eyes and tried to think. The bastard was
obviously into manipulation, so what did he want me to do? I
shifted uncomfortably in my chair again and noticed a small
crinkling sound. The note! He wanted me to get closer to
Jim. I put up the armrest between us and leaned into him,
pinning his arm to his side. Half a minute later, the need
to pee disappeared altogether. I gave a relieved sigh,
earning me a raised eyebrow from Jim. "All better," I said
simply, and then returned my attention to the movie.

I didn't get to see much more of the film before my need to
pee returned. I tensed up, earning me a concerned glance
from Jim. If this continues all night, I thought, I'm going
to have to ask the fucking Angel for a refund on my tickets.
I wasn't getting a chance to actually watch the movie! Not
that *I* had paid for the tickets, mind you, but it's the
principle of the matter. I looked threateningly at the movie
screen for a moment, then freed Jim's arm and put it around
my shoulders. The need to pee disappeared pretty quickly,
but the low-grade arousal sensations replaced it. 

"All better?" Jim asked with a smile. 

I glanced at him sidelong before returning my gaze to the
screen. "Somewhat," I muttered. 

We got distracted by one of the really good parts of the
movie. I guess the Angel did too, because I was left alone
for a while, shifting ever now and again and hoping the
smell wouldn't get too intense. I hadn't noticed it yet,
which was a good sign because I have a sensitive nose.

After a while, I felt the need to pee return. I decided that
I was rather glad I hadn't drunk anything right before the
movie, because all I needed right then was nature getting in
the way. Well, natural nature. I snuggled tightly into Jim
and rested my head on his chest. He shifted to accommodate
me and the need to pee left. I was beginning to imagine it
as a little yellow ball, bouncing up to me across the isle,
making me cling tighter and tighter to Jim, then snickering
as it slowly rolled away. 

After a bit I realized that I was feeling really nice. I was
enjoying the cuddle, forced though it was, and I could kind
of hear the steady (and slightly fast) beating of Jim's
heart. Anytime either of us became amused with the movie,
the other immediately knew it and reacted in kind. We were
beginning to have a really good time, and my bladder was
left alone for the longest time. After a while I started
shifting uncomfortably for a completely different reason. My
nipples were poking into my bra and blouse. I could smell
myself, too. At some point, Jim's hand had wandered off my
shoulder and dropped to my chest. He played with my blouse
material for a while, and after I didn't object he cupped my
right breast. I inhaled deeply, but through conscious effort
made sure it wasn't a sharp inhalation. With the way I was
feeling, there was no way I was going to object to that!

We stayed like that for a bit, and I cuddled closer to him
of my own volition. He got a bit more active with my breast,
and I tried to cuddle even closer. I realized that I had
done practically everything but climb up onto his lap.
Naturally, that's when the need to pee returned. I closed my
eyes and asked whatever gods were listening why I couldn't
do this in my own time. If they heard, they must have been
on the Angel's side. The call became more insistent, until I
decided to do something about it.

I stood up to scurry to the bathroom, but didn't get very
far before the urge to pee became so bad I had to stop and
cross my legs. I came very close to pissing all over theatre
floor. I glanced around the seats with a strangled look,
both begging for mercy and hoping I'd catch the bastard
watching me. I was getting more than a few odd looks from
patrons, and Shandra was giving me a concerned frown from
the exit. I waved to her and headed painfully back to my
seat. The urge passed completely but came back at a lighter
insistence seconds later. When I got back to Jim, I gave in.

I made sure the arm on the other side of his chair was up,
and then sat in his lap with my arms draped over his neck. I
kept my body oriented to the side so he'd have an
unobstructed view of the movie, but he wasn't looking at the
screen very much. I smiled nervously. "Just trying to keep
things fun!" I said in an attempt at an upbeat chirp that
failed miserably. His look softened into something I can't
describe (it had better not have been pity!) and he nodded.
I tried to return my attention back to the movie, but had
three very good reasons to be distracted.

First, I felt like my pussy was being vibrated from the
inside, and the tension was beginning to get to me. I kept
shifting around in Jim's lap, which focused my attention on
my second reason. Jim was *very* erect, and I was sitting
and wiggling right on top of it. Third, my nipples had
practically drilled holes through my bra, and I desperately
wanted one or both of his hands on my breasts. 

I made eye contact with Jim and tried a telepathic message.
Get your hands on my tits, NOW! I thought. To my utter
surprise, he tentatively raised a hand and began to fondle
me. I guess males have an easier time receiving telepathic
messages if they are saturated in lust. Once I had his hand
where I wanted it, I leaned in a bit and began a gentle,
close-mouthed kiss. 

Ohhh, it felt SO good. He dropped a hand under my blouse and
started squeezing me through my bra and stroking the flesh
around and above it. I squirmed happily in his lap, taking a
perverse delight in rubbing my ass against his erection. He
was just starting to work his way around my bra when my
bladder began to twitch uncomfortably. I froze. What in the
hell else is there to do, I thought. Ya want me to fuck him
in the back row of the theatre? You asshole! I continued to
rail at the angel. It must have showed on my face. It
certainly showed in the rest of my body.

"What's wrong, baby?" Jim murmured. Baby? I put that one off
for later. 

I looked at him guiltily. "Um, our perverted chaperone wants
me to step it up another notch, but honestly I don't know
what else to do that wouldn't get us both arrested." I began
wondering if that was the asshole's plan all along. Was this
just an attempt at public humiliation?

Jim's face underwent a transformation of emotion that had a
surprising amount of variety. Surprise, disbelief, anger,
lust, shock, hurt, lust, outrage, calm, lust, suspicion,
pride, lust, and settled on concern (with a dash of lust,
bless his heart). "Do you want to go any further, baby?" He
asked quietly. "I can probably rush you to the bathroom if
worse comes to worst." 

Awww. How sweat. How noble. How self-serving. I saw right
through him, but liked what I saw. "Yes," I answered just as
quietly. "I'd like to keep going. I'm just not ready for...
and this definitely isn't the right place!" 

He nodded and smiled. "Let's try this," he said with a
mischievous sparkle in his eye. He whispered his idea into
my ear, and I decided it was worth a shot.

I stood up from his lap long enough for him to spread his
legs. I sat on one of his legs, straddling it between my
own, facing him. We started kissing again, and his hand
crept under my shirt with more confidence.

Oh I *liked* this! His lips were cushiony but firm in a way
that's hard to describe. His hand trailed gently over my
stomach (it would have caused me to giggle if I hadn't been
so distracted) before it found my right breast again and
began working its way around my bra. The other hand worked
to unbutton the blouse, then quickly joined its counterpart
subverting my bra. His leg felt muscular and strong and was
pressed up against JUST the right place. I was positive his
pants leg was going to be soaked in minutes if it wasn't
already. Our kiss grew more passionate and I suddenly
realized our mouths were open. His tongue was questing
around my mouth and teasing my tongue. I began to rock my
hips forward and back, almost not able to stop the motions
but not wanting to stop it anyway. My skin was flushed
everywhere, and my breasts? I thought they'd been tingling
before! This beat the stuffing out of anything I'd
experienced in a middle-of-class episode. 

He managed to get my bra off some way or another (I wasn't
really paying that much attention to it by then) and his
fingertips began running little patterns over the prized
mounds of flesh. I moaned softly into his mouth and let my
rocking motion become more of a humping. He took the hint
(thank you! Thank you!) and started squeezing and fondling
both of my breasts. 

OOOHHHHHH.... Gawwwwd. I had to break our kiss to breath. I
couldn't stop from panting. My hips were humping his leg
with increasing speed. I didn't even feel like I was driving
anymore. My body was doing everything by instinct, and all I
had to do was sit back and feel the pleasure. I never wanted
that moment to end, but at the same time there was a driving
need for *some* kind of completion. His leg began moving up
to meet my humps, and one of the shifts in position
resulting from this brought my panty-covered clit in contact
with his leg.

MPH! Oh, baby! My body locked up for just a moment, which
was long enough to fall out of the rhythm. It took a few
moments to regain the flow, then my clit rubbed against his
leg again. MPH! Mmmmm. MPH! Ungh. MPH! My panting had turned
to gasping. I closed my eyes and lifted my head to face the
ceiling. MPH! I felt a nibble in the side of my neck, then
felt his tongue caressing the skin there. MPH! Oh!! My
humping took a frenzied rhythm. His hands were mauling my
breasts. MPH! Oh baby! MPH! OH Baby! MPH! Oh baby baby
please baby MPH baby baby please Oh BABY!

My body locked and I froze there, straddling his leg, my
arms gripping the chairs to the side for balance. His leg
kept grinding in my panties, and I lost it. The pleasure
seemed to literally pound through me. It was unlike anything
I'd ever felt from the pleasure beads. The orgasm seemed to
roll through me, ebbing and flowing and completely
overwhelming me. It would recede a little and then he'd do
something to my breasts, or his leg would grind into my
panties, and the pleasure would start up all over again. I
have no idea what kind of sounds I made, but later on I
found out I was quite loud. 

A rolling orgasm. That's the only way I can describe it. My
muscles contracted and spasmed and pulses and shivered and
squeezed and put up 'out to lunch' signs. I'd been
conditioned over the past half a year to receive a larger
amount of pleasure than usual, so I didn't pass out or
anything, but gawd it must have gone on for at least two
minutes. It felt like forever. A very nice forever. An
incredibly great forever. This is why women get pregnant?
Yeah, I consider that a fair trade. 

And it just went ON and ON and ON and ON! A tweak of a
nipple, or something my hips would do with his leg (at some
point, I unfroze- I just don't remember when!) or something
else entirely. It seemed like anything would set me off. One
time he bit one of my shoulders. Another time he diverted
one of his hands from its breast and rubbed the hell out of
my clittie. That's when the pleasure was the most intense,
but after that I was too sensitive to do much hip rotation
and I started to calm down. Once I began to come back to
myself, I realized there was applause from the theatre
crowd. I turned in surprise to check if the movie had ended,
but the characters were still talking and at least ten or
fifteen people were turned around, looking at me. I
practically fell off Jim and sunk to the ground between the
chairs in embarrassment. I didn't get the chance to wallow,
though. Maybe a second after I got nice and slunk down, my
back filled with fire and I started cumming again.

That fucking BASTARD! But it *did* feel good. Especially
after what I'd just been through. It seemed to make the
feelings more intense than they usually were, but it could
have been my imagination. If I hadn't been so busy being
utterly blissed out, I would have been pissed at the
pervert's gaff.

I stayed pleasantly blissed out (although, thank God, that
does *not* mean in constant orgasm) until the end of the
film. I spent the credits trying to clean myself up well
enough for the walk to the ladies room. Jim spent the time
trying really really hard (no pun intended) to get his
erection to go down. I felt guilty about his frustration,
but I didn't feel comfortable to 'make it up to him' just
yet. Besides, I'd been pushed into being on his leg, and it
wasn't like I hadn't spent the last three weeks in a
constant state of frustration for several hours of the day. 

I avoided eye contact with people as I made my way to the
exit, but couldn't get around Shan. She stood right next to
the door, waiting for me with a tiny grin. "Quite a show,"
she said innocently.

I nodded. "It was a great movie," I said, making an effort
at non-chalance.

Her grin widened until it became dangerously close to a
smirk. "That too," she said as she sauntered out the door
and down the hall. 

Sometimes it's really good to have friends. Sometimes you
want to kill them. Then there are times when you want to
wring their necks as you thank the gods for having them.

Jim dropped me off a little later with very few theatrics.
After an evening like that, we weren't about to head to
lover's point. Besides, it was our first date. He helped me
out of the car and to my door, which is a good thing because
I could barely stand, then gave me a kiss to remember him
by. I'm still remembering him just from that one kiss!
Jesus! 

----

That night I had a dream. I was sitting in English class
just like normal, except Sarah was teaching the class
instead of the old crone. She was giving a lecture on some
book or something, and she told me to stand in front of the
class for a demonstration. I got up from my seat and stood
before the rest of the class, right in front of the
teacher's desk. Sarah, dressed in an incredibly sexy
business suit that hid very little but pretended modesty,
stood next to me. She ordered me take off my blouse. My eyes
grew wide in surprise at this request, but I slowly
unbuttoned the blouse and let it drop to the floor. In that
dream consciousness when you just *know* things without
knowing why, I knew everyone was staring at me and becoming
aroused by my body. I felt myself become warm in response to
this, my skin turning red in embarrassment and arousal.
Sarah ran her hands over my belly, then up to my shoulders.
She leaned in and kissed me in front of the rest of the
class for what felt like several minutes. I couldn't keep my
mind off the idea that everyone was watching us kiss. Sarah
broke the kiss, and then snapped her fingers. Instantly, my
bra, underwear, shoes, and socks disappeared. I stood before
the rest of the class in just my skirt. As I looked around,
I realized nobody else had any clothes on either now, and
that everyone was looking at me and masturbating.

My arousal skyrocketed at this revelation. I hadn't been
paying attention to Sarah's hands running up and down my
back and stomach, but she reclaimed my focus when her hands
cupped and squeezed my breasts. It felt incredible. Her
touch was soft and gentle, and my skin flushed red in
response. My nipples became erect and I felt myself becoming
wet down below. She quit massaging my breasts so she could
step behind me and play with my nipples. She faced me so
that I was watching the rest of the class watching me, and
my arousal bloomed yet again. From the side of my vision a
man appeared. His face was blurred so I couldn't see who he
was, but I just *knew* he was the man controlling the
pleasure beads, and his muscular chest and sense of power
were clearly defined. He stopped at my side, running his
eyes up and down my body along with the rest of the class.
Sarah continued to play with my nipples, squeezing and
rolling them in turn, stroking her fingertips along the rest
of my breasts until she cupped and squeezed the whole things
again and then returning to play with my nipples.

The man said something to me, and I suddenly felt powerless,
unable to move. He knelt to my side, taking obvious pains to
allow the rest of the class to watch, and my arousal grew
once more at this reminder. His hands touched my knees, and
then slowly ran up my thighs to the hem of my skirt. His
fingertips spread tingles across my skin as they slipped
under my skirt, heading further towards my center. When his
hands reached my groin, they stopped. One hand ran
fingertips through my furry patch of hair in a combing
motion. The other hand lifted the front of my skirt up. Once
again I became aware of the rest of the class, staring at my
groin, watching him running his fingers through my fur. He
said something to Sarah, and suddenly I felt myself pulled
back from behind. Something solid touched the back of my
upper thighs, and then I was sitting with my legs splayed
wide across the desk. 

Sarah somehow continued to squeeze my breasts and play with
my nipples from behind me, and the class kept masturbating
to the sight of my innermost secrets. The man kept my skirt
pinned to my belly with one hand, and used the hand stroking
my hair to separate my out lips wider. I felt an incredible
flush of heat from all the eyes on me. My lips were let go,
but in that dream state they stayed spread wide open for all
to see. The man allowed his fingers to quest further until
he found the entrance to my tunnel. One finger slipped
inside me, quickly followed by another. My skin flamed red
hot from my cheeks to my breasts as the stimulation became
too much for me. All I could think about were the fingers
pumping in and out inside me, the hands playing with my
breasts and nipples, the eyes of the whole class watching my
exposed secrets raptly, my skirt lifted out of the way to
tease me with a reminder of lost modesty. 

The man's fingers sped up their pumping motions and did
something else to make themselves rub against me even more,
and I lost it. The pleasure overwhelmed my body and the room
faded. Sarah's hands became a faint tingle on my breasts;
the feel of the man's fingers turned to a pressure from
inside me. The last thing that faded from the dream before I
was engulfed completely in pleasure were the two piercing
eyes of the man who could so easily control my arousal.

I awoke in the middle of an incredibly strong orgasm.

----

The next day at school I was eating lunch with the girls
when the date came up. "So, how'd it go last night with
Jim?" Amy asked.

Shan almost choked on her food. Sarah must have seen my
blush, because she grinned widely. "Spill it, girl."

I gave a martyred sigh. This was going to come out, anyway.
"It had its ups and downs. Things went great on the first
half. Jim took me to Fuddruckers and we had a great time
eating and talking. We have some things in common that we
talked about; music, movies, books, stuff like that. I
wasn't very nervous, which was nice. The food was good, too.
We spent something like an hour and a half talking and
eating before went to the theatre."

"Jeez, Shanny. You must have been there forever. I told you
we should have gone in a group. Did ya find her?" Amy asked.
Shan was in the middle of chewing something, so she nodded
her head yes and gave a 'no problem' gesture with her hand.

"I was glad to see her there, too." I said. "I thought I'd
be going it alone. It was a big relief to know I had a ride
home if things went badly." Of course, my definition of
'badly' was 'anything too sexual' but it turned out a moot
point anyway. I sighed at that thought.

"It was Amy's idea," Sarah popped in. "You haven't had a
date in a while, so Amy thought you might want someone there
with you. We all wanted to go, but Shanny insisted one of us
would be a lot less obvious. Besides, Amy had to baby-sit
her little brother last night, so I went over to her place
and helped her out." Sarah grinned at Amy and I saw Amy's
cheeks turn red. 

Oh HO! So maybe I'm not the only one with an embarrassing
story to tell? Maybe I could get off the hook. "What
happened at Amy's?" I asked Sarah.

She shook her head and her grin widened. "I'll tell you
later. So you were at the movies..." Oy. She knows me too
well.

I glanced nervously at Shan before I took up the next part
of the tale. "When we got seated, I had to go to the
bathroom. I got up, and halfway to the restroom I didn't
have to go anymore. I went back to Jim, and he was holding a
crumpled up note from the Christmas Angel." There was a
small gasp, but I was too involved to care. "The note
basically said that I had to spend the movie hanging off Jim
or I'd be peeing all over the seat. Jim wanted to know what
was going on, so I told him everything." 

I was looking at Sarah right then, and she was holding my
hand under the table. Her eyes conveyed the strength I
needed to keep going. "He said it was okay, that he still
wanted to date, but we'll see. I acted like a real slut last
night. Every time my bladder felt full I'd have to get
closer to Jim for it to go away. I eventually wound up on
his lap, and he was playing with my breasts. Not even that
was enough; I had to pee again a while later. Jim noticed;
in that position it was pretty hard not to. He asked what
was wrong and I told him I had to find a way to get closer
to him but I didn't want to get us both arrested. I think
that's when he realized I was being pushed by the Angel to
cuddle with him. He got real angry for a second, but calmed
down. He asked me if I wanted to go any further, said he'd
carry me to the bathroom if that was what it took." I
smiled. "He was real sweat about it."

"Oh my God," Amy said in a hushed tone. "What happened? You
weren't raped or anything, were you?"

I blushed further. "Not really. I was feeling pretty good by
then, and I really did want to let his hands, er, explore
more. He had the idea of spreading his legs and letting me
sit on one of them, facing him. We were kissing by then, and
he got his hands under my shirt." My voice wandered off. My
face must have been maroon by then. "His leg felt really
good, and I kind of lost control."

There was a long silence. Shan filled in the gap. "I'd been
watching her off and on all night to make sure there wasn't
going to be trouble. Occasionally she'd get up, then stop,
and then sit down. It looked like she couldn't make up her
mind what she wanted to do, which seemed pretty weird.
Anytime I saw a lot of movement back there- they were in the
back row- I was sure to watch. I saw Kay get on his leg. A
few minutes later she had a screaming orgasm right there in
the back of the theatre. Once I realized she wasn't hurt or
anything, I timed it. I didn't get an exact start, but it
was at least a minute and a half long. A bunch of people
clapped when she was done. Some real grungy guys near me
were watching her and practically drooling over each other.
I thought I might have to get someone from the theatre
staff, but it turned out okay. Kay got off Jim's leg at some
point, and I couldn't see her, but you could hear moans and
whimpers coming from back there for ten minutes. Jim was
looking down with this face of complete rapture. It was a
real show."

Sarah and Amy kept alternating their looks of surprise from
Shanny to me and back. The silence was getting to me, so I
picked it up again. "After the movies, Jim took me home. He
walked me to the door and we talked for a minute. He asked
if he could take me out somewhere again and I told him I'd
be free next week. I'm gonna try to get another night this
week off, but I don't know if I can. We did the 'I had a
great time' thing, and then he put his hands on my hips and
kissed me. It was incredible. He has these real good lips,
soft but firm. It's kind of hard to explain. It turned into
an open mouthed kiss, and it lasted for a long time. He got
really into it. Well, I guess I did, too. The light porch
flicked on and we broke the kiss real fast, then I went in."

Sarah was watching me closely. There was no way in hell I
was going to tell them about the dream, but she must have
known there was more. "What else happened?" She pried.

I shrugged. "Nothing much. Got a little shit from dad. My
parents want to see Jim before our next date. Mom gave me
'the talk' yet again. It was kind of irritating." I paused.
"She said some thins I wasn't happy with." Well,
technically, that's true. Having to hear the whole Talk over
again didn't have me dancing with joy, but I was hoping that
would throw Sarah off the scent enough that she would leave
me alone about it. 

It worked. There was silence for a few seconds, then Shanny
popped in. "So what happened at Amy's last night?" 

Sarah grew a large, carnivorous grin. "You know how Amy's
little brother has those skin magazines he tries to hide?
Well..."

Blackmail material is a very nice thing to have on a friend.
I really would love to tell you, but as long as I don't, Amy
can't tell anyone about some things that have happened to me
in the past. Sorry, folks.

----

It happened again in seventh period. I thought the asshole
would try something in gym, but he let me climb that damned
rope in peace. To my surprise, I hadn't gotten anything so
much as a shiver up my spine all day long. I thought he was
going to let me have an honest to God day off, but he got me
in the last period of the school day.

Chemistry is the only class that Sarah, Shandra, Amy, and I
all have together. It's taught by this really cute
mid-twenties teacher named Mr. Kanmire. He only teaches in
the afternoon, so all of his classes are stuffed full of
kids. Maybe that's what makes this class the Angel's
favorite to play in. I've had more episodes in chemistry
than any of the others. I haven't figured out if the Angel
wants to humiliate me in front of as many people as he can,
or if he just gets really bored with science.

I was paying attention to the class material, so at first I
didn't notice when I started feeling hot. By the time I
*did* notice, I was rubbing my legs together and making
circular motions in my chair. One of my hands was playing
halfheartedly with a nipple through my shirt and bra. I
straightened up and sat still, then looked around to see who
noticed. Sarah was watching me, and I couldn't help but look
sheepish. She did a good job of suppressing her grin, but I
know her just as well as she knows me. 

It felt like the air around me had literally taken shape and
started to caress my body. My clothes didn't seem to matter.
My legs tingled under my blue jeans (see? I DO wear pants
sometimes!) and my chest was rubbing into my bra and sending
little sparks of electricity through me. I must have spent
fifteen minutes trying not to squirm in the chair before Mr.
Kanmire called my name. "Kay, are you feeling well?"

I stopped trying to rub my crotch into the corner of my
chair. "Yeah. Um, I just need to go to the bathroom," I
said. 

He gave a concerned look, then nodded. "Go ahead. Stop by
the nurse's office on the way back." I could almost read his
mind by his facial expression. 'You know better than to
fight it.' Oh, if he only knew!

I got out of my chair and scurried out of the class. As I
approached the door on my way out, my pleasure beads shut
off. I guess that perverted asshole doesn't think my orgasms
are as much fun if he can't watch. Once I reached the hall,
I ran to the nearest bathroom. I locked myself into a stall
and practically tore my clothes off. My jeans and panties
were at my ankles and my shirt was lifted out of the way. I
got my bra off, and started fondling myself with one hand.
The other hand crept between my legs under its own power. My
arousal from the situation I'd just been bloomed as my
fingers found my clit.

I felt almost out of control. I pinched my nipple again and
again, shooting electricity straight from my chest to my
crotch. My fingers massaged the base of my clit. My nerves
tingled with energy. I thought back to the last few weeks of
being sexually frustrated almost every day. It felt so good
to relieve the tension by my own means. Why didn't I do this
between classes more often? I spread my legs as wide as they
could get in the stall, and let my head fall back.
"Ohhhhh... Gawwwd," I moaned.

For just a few moments, it felt like something was stroking
in and out of my entrance. My hips jerked forward, trying to
meet the invisible intruder. My breasts jiggled on my chest
and I pinched my nipple harder, actually making it a bit too
painful. The fingers between my legs moved from massaging
the base of my clit and for a couple seconds rubbed directly
against the clit itself. That's all it took to send me into
gaga land. I thrashed and moaned on the toilet seat,
pressing on my clit until I couldn't take it anymore. As I
was coming down, I heard a shuffle of feet and the bathroom
door closed.

Oh GOD! Someone had heard me! My pussy spasmed at the
thought and the contractions started all over again.

----

I cleaned myself up and debated what to do. I could try the
nurse's office and tell them it I had just had only needed
to pee, but I didn't think I could pull that off unless I
could shower or something. My mind was torn between going to
Becky's office and giving him another chance to press me for
answers, or seeing the nurse and risking the chance of both
seeing Becky and giving him more information than I wanted
to let out. During this debate, I checked my watch aimlessly
and noticed twenty minutes had gone by. With that much time
gone, I decided on option number three: go back to class.

I smiled reassuringly for Mr. Kanmire and took my seat. The
next ten or so minutes were filled with chemistry, but the
bell finally saved us all by signaling the end of the school
day. Amy grabbed my arm just outside of class, and I took us
to a more private corner so she could voice the question
written all over her face. "What happened?" She spoke in a
hushed but worried whisper.

I shook my head. "I had an episode. I went to the bathroom
until I could calm down." Wasn't this obvious?

"What about Sarah?" She asked.

I blinked in surprise. "What *about* Sarah?" I echoed back.

She rolled her eyes a bit. "After you left, Sarah asked to
go to the bathroom. I think she wanted to check on you, and
I think Mr. Kanmire knew it. She left, but then came back
fifteen minutes later with a huge blush. She wouldn't look
at Shanny or me."

My eyes grew wide. Oh, shit. Sarah? "I... I'm not sure," I
stuttered. "I didn't see her. I, um, thought I was alone,
yanno?"

How embarrassing. Amy and I are good friends, but it still
took a lot for me to talk about this stuff with her or
Shandra. Now she was telling me the only person I *did* feel
comfortable talking about it with had heard me when I was
out of control. I groaned inwardly. I think the Angel must
have turned my implants back on, because I was aroused and
fidgety for a good while after that. Not that I cared,
considering the other problems I had.

The Angel turned out to *be* one of those problems, though.
Not that he wasn't before, but I got a note in my locker
when I switched my books before leaving. It was folded
neatly in half and written in the same scrawling script.

"I will be watching. Be a good girl. --Christmas Angel"

I sighed and took a few minutes to have homicidal fantasies
again. Eventually I snapped out of it and stashed the note
in my bag with the others, then I saw Shan's present in my
locker.

The Christmas Angel thing wasn't totally far fetched. The
school really did have a program you could sign up for that
would give people Christmas angels. We'd buy cheap gifts for
each other or decorate their lockers or leave little
encouraging notes. This year I had a girl in my class that I
barely knew, but Shandra had me. All the Christmas angels
were supposed to give each other a present every day until
school got out for Christmas break. Shanny's present for
today was a bag of Hershey's kisses. I *love* chocolate. I'd
have to thank her with a big hug later. I smiled at the
little note she sent along with the kisses. She has real
neat and small handwriting, and her apostrophes always look
like little hearts. It's really cute, even though the
teachers constantly have to tell her not to use them on her
school papers. 

I collected my books, popped a Hershey kiss, glared at my
locker while I thought of the note, and went home.

----

That night I had another dream. 

I was in the principal's office, and Becky was glaring at me
and asking questions about my episodes. He could read my
mind, and every time he asked a question he would know the
information as soon as I thought of an answer. He got
angrier and angrier as the interrogation progressed. Finally
he leaned back in his chair and just looked at me. I shifted
in my seat, wondering in the abstract dream way why I was
barefoot.

Finally he spoke. He told me that I had been a very bad girl
not to tell him anything, and that since I was so afraid of
everyone knowing, the whole school would see me punished. He
ordered me to lay face down across his lap, and like a robot
my body obeyed. I settled over his legs, and felt a strong
hand lift my skirt and pull down my panties. Suddenly my
shirt and bra were gone, too.

The principal's office was gone. We were on stage in a large
auditorium, and I was naked except for my skirt and still
bent across the principal's lap. The chair was so high now
and I couldn't touch the floor, and I had to balance myself
over his legs, using them as a broad fulcrum. 

I could feel the eyes of the entire school on me. I just
*knew* that my parents were there, and my teachers, and the
school, and everyone I had ever known. They all sat in the
dark, watching my legs wiggling back and forth in the air. 

The principal lifted my skirt up and it settled across my
back, exposing my bare backside and privates to the hungry
eyes. Someone handed him a paddle, and he began my
punishment. WHACK! I jumped a little in his lap. I felt
trapped, helpless, and utterly aroused. WHACK! The pain shot
from my buttocks down to my feet and all the way up to my
breasts. WHACK! My skin tingled from the electricity
shooting through me. WHACK! Somehow that last hit activated
my implants, and my spine began to flame as my arousal
bloomed. WHACK! The principal began to tell me what a bad
girl I was, and how everyone loved to watch me get spanked.
WHACK! At some point as he continued speaking, his voice
seemed to deepen and I realized I was now sprawled across
the lap of the man who could control my pleasures. WHACK!
The skin on my backside flamed in torment, but each hit
became less painful and more pleasurable. 

WHACK! WHACK WHACK! WHACK! It didn't take long before I was
squirming on his lap. The pain had disappeared completely,
and each hit marked the arrival of an intense bloom of
pleasure. I could feel a hard rod of flesh pressing into my
stomach as I wiggled. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Suddenly the paddle was gone. He rolled me off his lap and
onto a desk that had somehow been in front of us the whole
time but had been invisible. The wood felt grainy against my
skin. My breasts jiggled with movement as I found myself on
my back, my nipples pointing up at the light somewhere above
me. Hands grabbed my legs and somehow locked them to the
sides of the table so they were spread wide for the public
view. Sarah appeared at my side and leaned down to kiss me.
Her lips felt incredible. I was startled a few seconds later
when I felt Shandra's lips on one of my nipples. Hair
brushed against my inner thighs and Amy's tongue began
caressing the flesh between my legs and driving into me. It
felt incredible. 

Somehow I knew the man was still sitting in his chair
somewhere, watching me and masturbating openly. It didn't
matter, because all eyes were on my now completely naked
body, and I knew a lot of people in the crowd were
masturbating, too. Amy's tongue licked up and down the
length of my pussy and lapped at my juices. Sarah continued
to give me a kiss even better than Jim had after our date,
and with that thought Jim's lips settled over my other
nipple. My skin turned to pure electricity. My pussy was
filled with fire. Amy's tongue flicked the top of my clit
ten or twenty times, causing me to start a little each time
and bringing a continuous line of blooming arousal. Finally
her lips settled over my clit and she began to suck.

And suck.

And suck.

And suck.

I awoke in the middle of another orgasm, but I was so on
fire that I gave myself one more before I collapsed on the
bed and fell back to sleep.

----

Much to my surprise, I *did* get a day off the next day. It
was the last day of school before we went on vacation, so
maybe the Christmas Angel was feeling in the holiday spirit
or something. We had a pretty easy day because most of the
teachers didn't want to assign any work over the break. The
old crone assigned an essay due the day we came back. I
think she's the great great great granddaughter of Scrooge.
Well, maybe just the granddaughter. 

Jim wasn't doing anything after school, and I had already
decided to put my homework off for another day, so I grabbed
him and made him buy me an early dinner. We went to Dairy
Queen with Sarah and Amy. Shanny had come down with
something and had missed school the whole day. Amy ended up
giving me this cute little teddy bear in Shan's absence.

The burger was okay. The ice cream was better. The
conversation was best. Sarah took an instant like to Jim
once they had started speak more than ten words to each
other, and Amy had known Jim as a casual friend for a year
or two. While we were all busily consuming our deserts, some
of Jim's friends saw him and came over. He made
introductions, and I caught a flinch from two of the four
guys when Jim said my name. I had been waiting for something
like this- I know full well I'm a target for a lot of catty
comments and snide remarks. I'm so used to it that it really
doesn't bother me, but it's always touchy being introduced
to someone when they realize you're a social outcast. 

It turned out to not be a problem. Once the immediate
surprise was over, the guys turned out to be pretty cool.
They commandeered a nearby table and dragged it over. We all
had a good time chatting and goofing off until someone
pointed out the time. We'd been there for three hours, and I
still needed to do some things before visiting the lab. I
excused myself from the group, but everyone was pretty much
getting ready to leave anyway. I made sure Jim was going to
call me without actually *telling* him to call me and then I
took off.

I guess someone had decided that they were going to make up
for the break I'd been given from the Angel. I had an
especially intense session in the lab that night. I actually
lost track of how many times I came. I really need to use
tally marks or something. These perverts are going to turn
me into a nymphomaniac! Hmmm... Not that constant sex
wouldn't be all that bad of an idea.

I was exhausted by the time I got home. I showered and tried
to clean myself up as much as my weakened limbs would
permit, then fell onto my bed. I was asleep in minutes. 

No, I didn't have a dream that night. Well, nothing sexual,
or about the Christmas Angel, or about Sarah, or about being
naked in front of anyone in my school. I was relieved to
have a calm night's rest. I was beginning to wonder if my
subconscious was obsessed.

----

The next day was my first day as a free woman. I didn't have
to go to school for three weeks. That gave me twenty-one
days to relax during the mornings, goof off with friends
during the afternoons, and make money coming my adorable
little ass off at the lab during the evenings. Jim and I had
even set up a date on the following day. I thought those
twenty-one days had some definite potential to be
interesting. I was right too, but not in the way I thought
it would be.

I spent my first morning as a free woman laying in bed half
awake, savoring the feel of not having to be anywhere. No
classes, no responsibilities, no schedules. I LOVE Christmas
break. 

Eventually I got up and went about the morning routine of
cleaning myself up and getting something to eat. Since I had
time, I made myself some pancakes. Freedom cakes! They were
delicious. I watched a bit of TV while I ate, then picked up
the phone and called Sarah. This wasn't something I was
looking forward to as much as I would have liked, but I knew
I wanted to get this whole bathroom thing resolved.

"Hey, Sarah?" I started tentatively. "You think I could drop
by in about half an hour?"

There was a pause before she responded. "I don't know if
that's a good idea, Kay. My mom, um... well..." 

I interrupted the lie in progress before she could find a
way to finish it. "Sarah, we need to talk about it." I
sighed and thought about what I wanted to say for a moment.
"Look, I don't hate you and I hope you don't hate me.
Yesterday we were both pretty nervous around each other. I
*hate* being uncomfortable around you, Sarah. You're one of
the few people I can depend on to know me through and
through. Let me come over."

There was another pause before her voice responded in a
resigned tone. "You're right, Kay. See you in a half hour."

I can't begin to describe the emotions I felt while I drove
to Sarah's house. I wasn't sure just what she thought of me
after catching me in such a weakened state. I was scared,
embarrassed, guilty, angry, irritated, and surprisingly
aroused. I'd never really thought about it before, but my
recent dreams had forced me to look at Sarah in a whole new
way. I actually found her attractive when I could admit it
to myself. It was definitely a motivating factor for seeing
Sarah privately, although a peripheral one. 

Sarah answered the door immediately after I knocked. We were
good enough friends that I usually would have just walked
in, but I didn't want to startle Sarah just then. Well, to
be honest, it was more that I was too nervous to just walk
in without knocking. It felt safer to wait at the door.

We exchanged embarrassed smiles and shared an awkward moment
of silence before she invited up to her room so we could
continue the awkward silence. We sat on the bed and took
turns looking at the other person while they were looking at
the floor. After a minute that seemed to border on eternity,
I said something. "Amy told me you left class a little after
I did and then came back acting weird. Uh, I guess you saw,
er, heard me."

She glanced up at my face tentatively before her eyes
dropped to the floor. "I'm sorry, Kay. I was worried about
you, and then I found you in the bathroom and I just
couldn't move. I... uh..." She faltered.

Being the 'brave' one in a conversation like this *sucks.*
You're scared that things will never be the same again and
so nervous that you can't keep your hands from shaking, but
yet somehow you have to talk calmly and look like you know
what you're doing. How are you supposed to be the steady
person when you don't trust your own feelings? Oh, well. I'd
always been good at acting and coming up with instant
bullshit. I reminded myself that it was all just a matter of
putting on the right face, and took the plunge. "You heard
me orgasm, right?" Sarah nodded. "You've seen me do it in
class. You *know* what happens. What made it so different in
the bathroom?" That was a question I'd been trying to answer
for myself since I'd talked to Amy, and I was hoping that
Sarah might know the answer.

She didn't, or maybe I should say we both did. "I don't
know. It was just... different." She looked like a small
animal ready to bolt. I wanted to bolt in the other
direction. The rational part of my mind cursed the rest of
me for being so weirded out by all of this.

"Sarah," I started, having no idea what was going to come
after it. The pause became another awkward silence. I gave
vent to the frustration I felt for myself. "This is stupid.
There's something wrong. We both know it. We both feel
weird. What's going on?" I stood up and paced a little in
front of her window. I think she was relieved to see me
doing something so typical of my usual behavior.

"I'm not sure, Kay," she said slowly. "Ever since I heard
you in the bathroom, I haven't been able to look at you the
same way." She took a shaky breath. "I... I'd like it if
everything went back to normal, but it won't, you know?"

I turned to her, unable to hold back the question pounding
through my mind. "What's different, Sarah?" I hoped her
answer was the same as mine. I feared her answer was the
same as mine. I was scared shitless either way. She didn't
say anything. Her eyes never left the spot she was studying
on the ground. I sat next to her on the bed, and the tension
in the room went up another notch. "Are you attracted to
me?" I whispered.

She didn't nod. She didn't have to. It wasn't really a
question. "Is that wrong?" She whispered back. "Are we
freaks now?" 

I couldn't help but snort, which broke the tension just a
bit. "We were freaks before, so I figure we're still freaks
either way. I'm a walking science project, for Christ sake.
I don't think we could get all that much weirder." I looked
up from the spot of floor I'd been studying to look her in
the eyes. "Is it wrong? I don't know, Sarah. It's weird, but
at the same time, it's not. I mean, you're still the same
girl I've known for all these years, but lately I've had..."
My voice trailed off, unable to finish what I was about to
say.

"Dreams," she whispered. "The last two nights, I've had
dreams about you. About things I'd never noticed before." We
kept looking at each other's eyes, and the nervous tension
changed to a kind of tension that I can't really name. I
noticed that we were holding hands now. Was her face that
close before?

"I..." I started, suddenly realizing that I couldn't put
what I wanted to say into words. Her face continued to grow
larger in my vision, but I didn't know who was moving. "I
think I..." I could feel her breath on my face. My heart was
beating an irregular rhythm. "Maybe we should," I began
again. My mind raced, trying to figure out an answer to what
we should do. Our bodies continued to draw closer, giving
their opinions on what we should do in vivid detail. I tried
to say something else as our faces drew far too close, but
once my mouth was open her lips touched mine and nothing
else mattered.

To be fair to Jim, it wasn't the *best* kiss I'd ever gotten
before, but it was pretty damn amazing. Our tongues never
ventured out of our own mouths, but our lips brought us to a
new level of intimacy. Sarah's lips were soft and tender,
completely different than Jim's. She even kissed
differently. It wasn't more passionate, or even less, it was
just different. Amazingly different. Horrifyingly different.

Time froze and everything else in the world lost its value.
At some point I felt like I had left my body and was
touching Sarah's spirit directly. It was a more private and
deep place than we had ever been to together. At some point
I came back to myself and realized our kiss had been broken.
My eyes slowly opened to see those two hazel windows to
Sarah's soul. The confusion, fear, and passion I saw there
echoed my own. 

I wanted to say "can we really do this?" but I couldn't get
the words out. It just didn't feel like the right thing to
say. But "I love you, please make love to me" wasn't exactly
the right thing to say either. Besides, I didn't think I
loved Sarah in that way. My mind spent so much time trying
to come up with something to say that my body answered for
me. Before I realized what was happening, our faces were
drawing closer again and we began to kiss.

This kiss was different. If it's possible to communicate
with your lips (well no duh, but I mean without speaking)
then that's what we did. Suddenly I didn't feel as if I had
to ask her if we could really do this anymore. I felt
reassurance, inquiry, lust, insecurity, but mostly I felt
that I wasn't alone. I knew Sarah would always be here for
me, just like she'd always been.

Our second kiss broke and the tension disappeared. We didn't
feel nervous anymore, and we didn't want to rip each other's
clothes off. We felt overwhelmingly comfortable with each
other again, and for right then that was all that mattered.
Seeing the crisis over, I dropped my facade and hugged Sarah
tightly. I hid my head between the swells of her breasts and
let myself cry. The anxiety, tension, fear, and all the
other emotions that I'd been holding back for the last
couple of days flowed out. Sarah rocked me for a while, and
eventually laid us both down on the bed. I stayed buried in
her breasts like that for a long time. After a while, we
both fell asleep.

----

I had a dream, but this one was different. Even in the dream
I felt like I was floating in a fog. Sarah was topless and
holding me in her arms. I was suckling gently on one of her
nipples, but it was okay because Sarah was my mother. I felt
so small and protected, and a feeling of warmth engulfed me.
I basked in the pure safety and kindness of the moment. I
missed these moments with my momma. Sarah would be my momma
for me. Everything was going to be alright. I think I might
have said that out loud, because Sarah started crooning to
me and telling me what a good baby I was and how she'd never
let anything hurt me. She started to rock me a little and I
felt as if I didn't weigh anything. I was free floating,
safe and protected in my momma's arms. God, how I miss that
feeling.

The dream stayed like that for a long time. The fog stayed
with me and everything felt timeless. In the way of dreams,
there was nothing else that mattered. I was content to stay
in my momma's arms until I woke up again. Sarah eventually
did something different, though.

She kept one hand to cradle my head to her nipple, and began
to run the other hand across my body. Suddenly I wasn't a
baby anymore, but a teenager again. It was okay, though. I
knew that no matter how old my body was I was safe and
protected with my momma. Sarah's hands ran over the shirt I
was wearing, then under it to caress my skin. It was a
soothing touch, but something else came with it. Her fingers
took their time touching and soothing my body, gently
exploring my every curve. My stomach, sides, and back
shivered in turn as fingers lightly touched them. Her hand
climbed higher on my back and after a few seconds I felt my
bra strap slacken. Her hand readjusted my shirt a little and
came around until it was on my chest. She gently pulled the
cups of my bra off me a little and let gravity pull them to
the bed. Her fingers began to caress the revealed skin
slowly. 

The fog became stronger and another moment of timelessness
seemed to pass. I was content to just lie in her arms
suckling her nipple and letting her caress me. Her fingers
moved all over the swells of my breasts. She rubbed against
my nipple, making it harden and stand out, then circled the
areole and returned to caressing the rest of my boob. After
a time she switched to the other one. It was all the same to
me. I was too busy concentrating on how safe I was to notice
the other feelings being slowly stirred within me.

Sarah's hand eventually brought them to my attention. She
dropped it down from flicking my nipple to lift the band of
my skirt up onto my stomach. There was a moment where she
fumbled because one of my sides was laying against the bed,
but she gently directed me to lift up a little and I
complied. Her hand lowered again and pressed against my
crotch, feeling the moisture which had soaked into my
panties. 

The fog enveloped me again, but this time it had changed. I
wasn't basking in the security of my momma's embrace
anymore, although I certainly felt it. I was basking in a
different feeling all together. A stronger warmth was
flowing through my body now, and it felt wonderful. I could
have purred in pleasure. In fact, I think I did. 

After a time my panties were pulled down. Her fingers ran
through the hair that grew above my crotch. It was a loving
feeling, but it was no longer the kind of loving I wanted. I
gave a small moan, and that was all that was needed to get
the hand moving again. It moved further between my now open
legs, running a fingertip between my swelling outer labia. A
shiver of pleasure ran through me; some of that contented
bliss returned. The fog got a little heavier and I stopped
taking notice of exactly what her hand was doing to me. I
just felt the swells and ebbs of pleasure, like a current
running through my body. At some point I stopped suckling
her nipple and just lay my head against her chest, moaning
softly in delight. 

Her fingers explored me. Slowly, gently, caressing every
ridge, bump, and fold in my secret place. A finger
penetrated me until it came up against my hymen. My hips
flexed a little at the sensation. I was awash in passive
pleasure. The finger was removed and began stroking up and
down my inner labia. More fingers found the spots between my
inner and outer lips and my moans grew a little louder.
Distantly I noted movement near my head as Sarah moved to
watch her fingers explore my center. In the back of my mind,
the safety and intimacy of the moment continued. Part of me
still felt like I was suckling my mother. Once Sarah settled
again, the probing continued. Her hands seemed to find every
nerve along the way as they slowly crept upward toward my
pubic hair. My muscles down there were flexing involuntarily
at the sensations. A high point of anticipation was reached
as her fingers circled my clit. She pressed her fingers
against the base, which felt *really* good, but I moaned
softly in frustration when her fingers began traveling back
down without touching the pulsing head they were so close
to. The fog flowed across me again and the pleasure grew
more general. My body thrummed in excitement under the
gentle, shy exploration. I floated in that timeless moment
again until the fog began to ebb once more, allowing the
feelings to become more specific.

Her thumb was running up and down over my swollen inner
labia. Fingers from the other hand were massaging the base
of my clit again. I opened my eyes a little to look at her,
seeing that she was studying how my body moved and reacted
to each touch. A strong feeling of something washed over me-
intimate in nature but not defined by mere words. I gave
voice to it anyway, moaning louder than my usual chorus and
making direct eye contact with Sarah. Love and affection
crossed the span between our eyes, and we both smiled. The
last thing I saw before I closed my eyes and tossed my head
in pleasure was the slow decent Sarah's own head made as it
neared the apex of my legs. 

Something new began to caress my flesh and part my folds. It
was warm, wet, and just a little rough. It changed from
flexibly lapping my now swollen and parted outer lips to
firmly digging into the flesh further in. Her tongue ran
over every sensitive spot that her fingers had previously
found, making the muscles in my legs and groin flex and
contract in sudden movements. The pleasure washed through my
body in even stronger currents. Twin cords formed from my
center that attached to each of my nipples. The skin on my
breast began to redden with blood and heat. My nipples
stiffened harder and pulsed in time with the throbbing in my
pussy.

Sarah's tongue seemed shy and tentative, but became more
sure as time went on. Occasionally the tongue would retreat
and I'd feel Sarah's soft lips against my flesh, kissing and
caressing me. I shivered in delight. The fog tried to return
but the pleasure had become so strong that even through the
contentedness and complacency I could feel parts of what
Sarah was doing. Her tongue slowly explored up and down the
length of my pussy, caressing me and probing me and tasting
me and rubbing me. My hips responded to her motions, jerking
and flexing anytime they were summoned. My body felt like an
instrument, with cords of pleasure being plucked and flicked
in time with some song that was more ancient than either of
us. Her tongue probed through my inner lips and made stiff
swipes against the nerves that lined my tunnel. I felt a tug
or push where I knew my hymen was, just enough sensation to
tell me that something was there and pressed against it. The
feeling receded as the nerves along my walls were again
stroked and rubbed against. 

It felt like Sarah had decided to individually pluck every
one of those pleasure cords, drawing more and more music out
of me as my moans grew louder and filled with need.
Eventually her tongue abandoned my tunnel and swiped and
jabbed and probed its way up to my clit. It tried to just
rub the base, but her tongue was too thick and rubbed the
side of the clit itself. The shock of pleasure from that was
enough to banish most of the fog. My body began to jerk and
hump, now filled with energy and trying to find a rhythm to
match Sarah's own. She tongued and flicked the top of my
clit and slowly grated against the sides, shocking my body
in electric sensations. It felt as if my nipples would
explode at any moment. The tongue abandoned me for a moment
until her lips settled over my pulsing knob. I can't begin
to describe how it felt to have those soft lips firmly
encasing me. She began to suckle me there, making the same
suckling motions I had used on her at the beginning of the
dream. My nipples found a new level of pulsing, the
explosion imminent but somehow continuing to stay just over
the horizon. My body felt as if it was being pulled inside
out from my stomach to my upper thighs. The feeling receded
and strengthened in time with Sarah's gentle suckles. 

My moans grew louder and I began to thrash my head from side
to side. The tip of her tongue flicked the top of my clit
and the pleasure made a small explosion within me. Something
changed down there- suddenly Sarah's lips couldn't hold me
the same way. Her tongue returned and began to stroke the
base of my clit again. Sensations sparked across my skin.
Sarah's fingers surrounded my nipples simultaneously and the
pleasure reached the same plane it had been on just before
my clit had retreated behind its hood. My hips jerked in a
frenzy. My sweaty body cried out for release, pulsing closer
and closer to it with every rolling motion of the fingers on
my nipples and flick of her tongue. The promised land grew
closer and closer until I was at the point of no return.
Part of me expected something dramatic- some final action
that would shove me over the precipice into a gulf of
pleasure. But nothing really changed except my perception-
the moment of time between one pulse of pleasure and the
next where the line was crossed and I rediscovered sexual
bliss.

Sarah was merciless. My body began to contract and spasm,
telling her that my time had finally come. She found a
rhythm to the desperate jerking of my hips and used those
motions to advantage. One of her hands disappeared from my
breasts and something pressed against the base of my clit,
withdrawing the protective covering of my hood from the knob
of sensitive nerves. Her lips surrounded me again and the
sucking started in earnest. The tip of her tongue flicked
against me constantly, causing me to nearly black out from
the intensity of the sensation several times. It was the
most intense, pleasurable, painful orgasm I had ever had up
to that time. Somehow I managed to stay conscious through
the pleasurable agony, feeling every last moment of it.
Sarah never stopped sucking, causing my single orgasm to
turn into multiple ones. I quickly gave up trying to count
them. One turned to another, and then another and another
and another and another and another until my body cried out
for it to stop. 

After a time I lost the energy to thrash, making it much
easier to Sarah to keep me awash in the pleasure. Some hint
of desperation must have leaked into my cries, because
eventually she did give up. My mind floated in a haze of
disconnected synapses until Sarah's lips found mine and
focused my attention on our kiss. Her tongue was dominant
and aggressive, pressing into me and exploring my mouth. My
own tongue was sluggish, but I was perfectly content to be
the passive one for now. Part of my mind reminded me of the
safety and contentedness I was still feeling, although it
felt a little weird to be kissed by someone I had thought of
as a mother. The warmth and security of her embrace
enveloped me once more, and my attention was slowly diverted
from the kiss to the pure bliss I was feeling. After a
while, that bliss seemed to change, and my dream disappeared
as I drifted into dreamless sleep once more.

----

I opened my eyes slowly as the world turned real again. I
lay on Sarah's bed, thinking about how weird the dream I'd
just had was. It made me realize that I really did feel safe
around Sarah, and although I certainly didn't think of her
as my mother, I felt protected anytime I was around her. It
was one of the things that allowed me to depend on her no
matter what. I sighed happily and smiled to myself. A quick
glance around the room told me Sarah had left at some point,
but I heard the water pipes running and assumed she was
showering. Usually she showered in the morning, but I put it
off to the weird Christmas schedule. It took another few
minutes of lying there and idling considering my dream
before I realized my bra was loosened under my shirt. 

Realization slowly dawned. Little things that I hadn't
noticed before began to draw my attention. I actually felt a
little sore down there. The room smelled of sex. My clothes
were messed up more than you would normally get just from
sleeping in them. My eyes shot open in horror as my waking
dream became reality. Oh. My. God.

Looking back, I'm *really* glad Sarah was showering. If
she'd been in the room when I realized my incredibly sexual
dream had actually been an incredibly sexual real life
experience, I might have said some things that I wouldn't
have been proud of. As it was, I was able to calm myself and
pull myself together long before she came back. I reminded
myself that it was something at least a part of me had
wanted. No damage had been done, at least not yet. I thought
the next talk we'd have would probably be crucial, but I
could handle that. The fact was that nothing had happened
except what we both had wanted, even if our conscious minds
hadn't fully accepted that yet. Thinking back to Sarah's
actions, I amended it to just my conscious mind. Sarah
obviously knew what she was doing. Oh GAWD did she know what
she was doing!

When Sarah walked in the room, I was calm again. I was a bit
surprised to see her hair wrapped in a towel and her body
completely bare, but it wasn't that big of a surprise
considering the circumstances. We talked amiably, and after
a little careful probing on both our parts, we established
that we were both okay with everything that had happened. A
part of me was even thrilled. After having been the dominant
person in our friendship for so long, it was a real pleasure
to see her taking command of something. Part of me would
always trust Sarah and think of her as a protective
influence; it felt wonderful to 'feed' that part by becoming
passive. I idly wondered if this would be a common
occurrence in future bedroom activities. That brought up
another question.

"Hey Sarah? Are we exclusive now? I mean, do you want to
stop seeing boys so we can date and stuff? How's this going
to work?" I was assuming there were going to *be* future
bedroom activities, but from her body language and talk I
figured it was a safe assumption.

She paused from trying to dry her hair and looked at me. It
was one of those "Oh, I hadn't thought of that" kind of
looks. I thought I saw another kind of thought in that look
too, but I didn't want to fool myself with wishful thinking.
"Uh, I dunno Kay. I really like being with you this way, but
I still like boys too, you know? In fact, I don't mean to
offend you, but I think I like them better." Unlike myself,
Sarah *wasn't* a virgin. She'd gone all the way a year or so
back, and by all reports loved it. Too bad the guy dumped
her shortly after he got what he wanted. The creep could
have gotten a whole lot more if he had held on longer. Sarah
sure as hell hadn't minded.

I gave a small but relieved smile. "Yeah, I really didn't
want to cancel my date with Jim, either. Okay, so how is
this going to work? You want to do this again, right?" She
nodded. "Good, me too. Are we just... what's that term,
'friends with benefits' now? I mean, is nothing else going
to change except we get together occasionally and help each
other out?" 

She chewed her lip as she thought things over. "I don't want
to lose you as a friend. We've always been close, and I
think this can just be the next step. It doesn't mean
anything else has to change. Yeah, I guess you could say
we're friends with bennies. If you're okay with it, I am."
She glanced at me nervously, perhaps hopefully.

I answered her with another smile. "I'm okay with that.
That'd be just great with me. You won't mind if keep seeing
Jim, right?" I wanted to make sure everything was hammered
out and understood. I usually had to make important stuff
like this clear or I'd end up stubbing my toe on it later.
It was one of my most annoying habbits, but at the same time
it was all part of the charm of my personality.

Sarah shrugged as she began to dry her hair again. "It's no
business of mine, Kaylee. Now, if you don't tell me what
happens on these dates, I'll probably murder you. But as
long as I get the scoop, you're fine." I gave her a
disgusted look. Like she had to even say she expected a
scoop? I mean, it's practically quid pro quo in our
friendship. 

The rest of my time at Sarah's went really well. After a
while we got bored and decided that our first day of freedom
would also be our first day of shopping. We found Shandra
and Amy at the mall, who had been hanging out and had the
same idea as we did, and had a really good time for the rest
of the day. That night I went into the lab, orgasmed part of
the night away, and went home for a good night's sleep.

----

My dream that night was pretty sexual, but it wasn't very
fun. I was in gym class, practicing for a gymnastics
tournament that was coming up. I was dressed in this really
tight leotard that clung to me like a second skin. The
gymnastics coach had told me I needed to work on my
flexibility, and had put me in this really weird position to
stretch. I was doing the splits in mid air, with tables on
either side of me to hold me up. They were so far apart that
only the heels of my bare feet were touching them, but I was
holding onto two rings above me with my hands for extra
support. This put me in a very revealing position, and the
leotard didn't do anything to help me in it. The suit was so
tight that people could see the folds of my pussy lips from
under my widely stretched legs. My breasts jiggled a little
on my chest, but the leotard held them pretty close to me.
My nipples were poking out for some reason, even though I
wasn't cold or aroused. The position was intensely
embarrassing, because everyone in the gym was watching me.
In real life I couldn't have done the splits to save my
life, and I've never had an interest in gymnastics, but in
the dream thoughts of the upcoming tournament were all that
kept me going.

A strong presence appeared behind me, but as I was I
couldn't turn to face it. The Christmas Angel's hands
touched my sides, making small circular motions against the
leotard. The motions were just soft enough to tickle, and I
began to giggle in a sickeningly bubbly fashion. The hands
moved forward until they were on my stomach and didn't
tickle anymore, but I still had to fight to hold in the
giggles. The hands felt around my stomach a little, and then
moved up to cup my breasts. The Angel began to fondle me
before the rest of the gym class, squeezing and kneading my
boobs. I knew that if I withdrew either of my hands from the
rings above me I'd fall to the ground, so I had no choice
but allow the Angel to feel me up. 

Eyes continued to bore into me as the hands moved from my
breasts down to my ass. He grabbed my cheeks and kneaded
them some before giving a few light spanks. None of them
came close to hurting- it was more of the "I can do this to
you" message. One of his hands continued to knead my ass as
the other hand came around to my front and slowly snaked
between my legs. The palm of his hand pressed into my pussy,
but I winced in pain because I was still sore from a love
session with Sarah. The palm stopped pressing into me, but
his fingers found the edge of my leotard and pulled it aside
to reveal my outer labia, already spread widely from the
position I was in. He didn't touch me there because I was
still sore, but having myself revealed before the entire gym
was an intensely embarrassing experience. Unlike the other
dreams, there was nothing arousing about the eyes watching
me. I wasn't receiving any sexual stimulation; I wasn't
aroused at all. It was pure humiliation.

The hand holding my leotard pulled forward a little and
suddenly let go of it, snapping the tight suit back against
my sensitive flesh. I winced in pain. His hands returned to
my sides and began to tickle me in earnest. My giggles
started up again, but quickly turned to guffaws. After just
a bit more, I was struggling to maintain my position while
squealing in laughter. My breasts suddenly popped out of the
suit to flop around for all to see. I closed my eyes and
concentrated on holding onto the rings and keeping my heels
on the table. The need to laugh grew worse and worse. The
presence of the Angel behind me faded away but his hands
stayed to tickle my ribs. Suddenly there was another set of
hands tickling my exposed armpits, and my need to laugh more
than doubled. It quickly became painful, and the
embarrassment factor raised another notch. The need to laugh
slowly poked and prodded a need to pee into existence, and
suddenly I was fighting not to embarrass myself further. I
realized that the purpose of the Angel's entire visit had
been to make me disgrace myself before the rest of the
class. It became a challenge for me not to pee in front of
everyone, but one that I was fated to lose. Another pair of
unattached hands began to tickle my bare feet, and I lost
all control. 

Pee dribbled out from under the leotard beneath me, quickly
becoming a stream as it soaked through the material. The gym
erupted into derisive laughter. I was filled with shame,
humiliation, and failure. I knew that because I couldn't
control my bladder, I was going to get kicked off of the
gymnastics team and I'd never to able to go to that
tournament. The dream became too much for me to handle and I
finally woke up.

I lay in bed for half an hour before I could go back to
sleep again, wondering what the hell that had been about.
I'd never had so many explicitly sexual dreams before. I
wondered why all of them seemed to involve people watching
me, and why this one had been decidedly unpleasant. Finally
I was calm enough to drift back to sleep. My dreams were
disturbed for the rest of the night.

----

I spent the next morning and afternoon working on the
English essay for the old crone. I got most of it done,
grabbed something to nibble on, then started getting ready
for my date with Jim. We had planned to grab something to
eat and then hang around at the mall. 

Jim picked me up promptly at 3 PM. My parents were still out
at work, so we didn't have to worry about any grilling just
yet. We had a burger at a mom and pop joint on main street,
and then headed for the mall. I roped Jim into helping me
with my Christmas shopping, and we tore the place apart. I
even modeled a few outfits for him, which he seemed to
enjoy. Too bad it wasn't summer. Part of me wanted to try on
a bathing suit for him. Oh well, probably too forward
anyway.

We dropped the shopping bags off back at my house, but
neither of us really wanted me to leave yet. Jim's parents
were gone until much later that night, and he suggested we
watch a rental on his couch. Normally I would have said no
so soon in a dating relationship, but what the hell? I'd
already come in his lap. I couldn't exactly play the prude
now. I smiled coyly and accepted. 

We rented some action flick, but we never watched it. I saw
some tapes from Jim's video library once we got to his house
and decided to watch one of those instead. He had a
collection of old classic plays made into movies. Jim nuked
some popcorn and we settled in to watch Cyrano de Bergerac.
I *love* that play. He had some other real goodies, too. I
decided that Jim might have some definite potential in the
movie department.

For a good part of the movie, we held hands as we sat and
enjoyed the play. During the big battle scene, we started
necking. I idly wondered why he waited through all the
romantic poetry until people started fighting and dying to
make a move. Guys can be so clueless!

The movie credits scrolled by unnoticed. Jim's hand had
settled on my breast and gotten my complete attention. He
gently squeezed them through my clothes, and I pushed into
him a bit more. Jim was a real good kisser, and I got a
little lost in that while his hand groped me. By the time I
came back to myself enough to pay attention to his hand, it
was under my shirt and my bra was in my lap. I'd been
unconsciously pushing my chest upwards for better contact.
My nipples were erect and drawing the brunt of his caresses.
I tingled for his touch. I was surprisingly wet, too. 

He broke our kiss and started to touch his lips against my
neck softly. He stopped to nibble bits of my skin every so
often, then continued to trail kisses along my neck until he
finally made his way down towards the swells of flesh on my
chest. He paused in the hollow of my neck and licked me
playfully there, making me giggle from the tickly sensation.
His hand left my breast to make way for his head, but I felt
it touch my thigh just below the hem of my skirt and begin
to climb up towards my panties. I put my hand atop his,
halting the progress. His hand flipped around so it could
squeeze mine, then placed itself on my hips to join the
other one. His mouth made its slow way towards my breasts,
finally reaching them. The nibbling dropped to a rare
occurrence (thank God! It hurt when he tried it on my
breasts) and he began to make more tongue motions. Soon his
trail of kisses had turned to a trail of licks. I moaned
softly in pleasure. I could feel goose bumps rising in
places on my chest. His tongue finished circling my breast
and started flicking the nipple. His lips wrapped around it,
and he practically inhaled it. 

That was startling. Jim had done a good job of being gentle
in the past. He didn't maul my breasts with his hands like
some of the other girls had bitched about. His nibbles were
for the most part fine, although they did hurt a little at
times. His licking had been firm, but I enjoyed that. I
hadn't expected him to be such a big sucker, no pun
intended. Maybe he was bottle-fed or something.

"Jim," I said softly. "Could you do that with less, um,
enthusiasm? Just pretend you're a baby or something." Jim
gave a nod I couldn't see but could certainly feel, and then
his sucking changed. Oh, now this was much better. After a
few minutes I was a bit flushed and squirming happily. One
of his hands left my hip to settle on my knee. It wasn't
exactly asking for permission, but I intended to let him in
this time. I was a bit surprised when he froze and sat bolt
upright.

"My parents are home. That's the garage door," he said. My
eyes went wide and I began scrambling to get myself put back
together. I was appropriately dressed and concentrating on
the TV screen when Jim's parents came in. His mother took
one look at me tried to suppress her grin. She gave me a
knowing look, allowed the pleasantries to be exchanged, and
hustled Jim's father into the kitchen. Jim and I took the
opportunity to flee, as it had no doubt been intended. Jim
drove me home and parked in front of my house. We set up a
date for the next day and he kissed me goodnight. He kept
his hands in place and was perfect a gentleman. His stock
went up by a few more brownie points. I hopped out of the
car and sauntered to my door, giving him one last smile
before closing the door and running smack dab into my
parents.

It wasn't *too* bad of an interrogation, but my mom got the
time for the next day's date out of me and told me she'd be
coming home on a late lunch break. I tried to keep my blanch
from showing. They released from the inquisition and I
grabbed a late dinner before I called Sarah. We discussed
the date in detail. Eventually we got off the phone and I
went to bed.

----

Surprisingly, my night's sleep was peaceful. I didn't have
any erotic dreams, and I didn't have any disturbing ones. I
woke up the next morning bright and cheery, and tackled the
day.

Sarah, Shanny, Amy, and I all met for an early lunch at our
favorite Chinese food place. We exchanged gossip over rice,
noodles, pork, eggs, and other greased treats. Eventually we
ran out of gossip and Shandra broadsided me.

"Kay, what exactly do you do when you go to the lab?" 

I stopped the forkful of noodles halfway to my mouth and
looked at her. "Why?" I hadn't told anyone but Sarah very
many of the details from my trips to the lab. I figured
nobody needed to know things that intimate.

"I'm curious. I've been thinking about signing up for those
electrode things. I thought it might be fun." 

I snorted and brought the noodles up to my mouth. I thought
about it as I chewed. Orgasm spontaneously in the middle of
class. Give control of your bladder to anyone with an
overpowered universal remote. Go through half the day
sexually frustrated. Yep. Balls of fun. Well, things might
not be so bad for her, I thought. The chances of someone
zapping her with whatever they were using on me were
probably minimal. Besides, if she kept her mouth shut nobody
else would even know. I swallowed the chowmein. "If you
really want to, I can suggest your name to the supervisor.
You'd probably get into the program. It's kind of a come at
your own risk thing, though." I grinned. "Once you get the
implants you can't really stop them from working. You sure
you want to do it?"

She smiled. "As long as they don't do anything too weird to
you in the labs, yeah." 

I sighed. "What they do in the lab depends on where they
place the beads. With me, the testing mostly targets
pleasure centers, and I give feedback to help them refine
the technique. There are a couple of older women who do the
same thing, but most of the other people are involved in
different projects. We're too young for the dangerous stuff,
so you'll probably end up getting something close to what I
have. It'll be the equivalent of having sex every night. As
long as you don't mind people staring at you while you're
doing it, it's a pretty fun job." I paused to consider her
for a while. She'd probably be a good test subject. She knew
so much about electronics that she could probably help them
build a better control unit. I was kind of surprised she'd
stopped asking me about the control units a couple months
after my surgery. She'd seemed pretty interested at the
time. "I think I could get you in," I said at last. "You
sure?"

She nodded her head quickly. "Yeah. I think I'd really like
it." She blushed a little when she realized what she said
and became suddenly interested in her food. 

I looked at Sarah and Amy. "Either of you two thinking about
joining? It'd be kind of a kick to have friends at the lab."
Sarah smiled and shook her head. Amy blushed furiously and
didn't say anything. I quirked an eyebrow. "Amy? C'mon,
spill it. What's going on in that overactive mind of yours?"

Her face turned a deeper shade of red. "I... I might.
Shanny's been talking to me about it and... I might." I had
to hold back a chuckle. Amy tended to squeak when she got
excited, as she had just reminded us with her last comment.
The image of her squeaking her way to orgasm gave me a huge
grin. Sarah's matching grin told me she'd thought of the
same thing.

We teased Amy for a minute, but then it was her turn to fire
one off. "So why'd you sign up for the experiments in the
first place, huh Kay?" Her attempt at changing the subject
was obvious, but this was NOT something I'd wanted to
discuss.

I sighed. I supposed they have a right to know at least part
of it. "Two reasons. At the time it seemed like really good
way to never have to use a vibrator again. I get kind of
sore if I use them too much. I thought I would get a control
unit when they gave me the implants, and I could just push a
button anytime I wanted to have fun. It wasn't until later
that I found out it's policy to not give control units to
the subjects. I think I've just about talked them into
letting me have one when my contract time runs out, though.
The second reason..." I sighed. "Cars cost money. Clothes
cost money. Eating out with my friends and going to movies
and anything else that's even remotely fun costs money. My
parents are having trouble just paying the rent and getting
enough food to survive with. Last summer they basically told
me that I'd have to get a summer job if I wanted anything
nice for myself. So, I got one." Under the table, Sarah
grabbed my hand and held it. I'd told her the whole truth a
few months back. I gave her a 'bail me out' look and she got
the message. The subject was changed and less than three
minutes later, I'd completely forgotten about my problems.
The morning moved on.

----

Jim knocked on my door promptly at two. I was closest to it,
but didn't even bother getting up. Mother's lunge and
scramble for the door told me I'd made a good decision. She
invited Jim in and started grilling him.

He didn't do all that bad. I was pretty sure Mom approved.
She took longer than necessary needling him about his
hobbies, and damn near ate him alive after smelling blood
when she asked about our past two dates. He did an amazing
job of covering up my show at the movie theatre. Mom gave me
a disapproving look when she heard about the necking session
the day before, but that look had long since ceased to shame
me. Eventually Jim was saved by the clock when mom realized
how late she was going to be for work once she got going.
She told us both goodbye and scurried out the door. I let
Jim cool down from the inquisition a bit, and then invited
him up to my room.

"I thought we were going to the park," he said. Ugh!
Clueless. I smiled. "We can go the park if you want, but I
thought that since neither of my parents will be back for a
couple of hours, you'd like to see my room." 

The hint was so big that I'm surprised it didn't knock him
out. Eventually he Got It, though. His face turned from
confusion to startlement. "Sure!" He chirped.

I'd already decided that unless Jim turned into a total
baboon, he was getting my virginity that day. He'd been a
gentleman on all our dates, and hadn't pressed his luck when
I grabbed his hand during our last make out session. He was
a real good kisser, and he seemed to like me a lot. I
figured he'd be good in bed and wouldn't dump me as soon as
we finished. Besides, do you know what it's like to be
sexually stimulated everyday for three weeks straight, and
then go without it for four or five days? I was at the point
where I masturbated every morning just to hold me over until
the end of the day when I could get some release at the lab.
I was practically addicted to being horny.

Jim looked around my room a bit as I settled down on the
bed. I patted the spot next to me and he eagerly sat on it.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. He responded
with enthusiasm, which quickly heated into something more.
His hands slowly unbuttoned my blouse as we kissed. I was
rather happy to see he'd gotten the general idea by now. 

My top came off and my bra quickly followed. His hands
cupped my breasts, causing them to fill with warmth at his
touch. My skin began the familiar tingle. His thumbs rubbed
my nipples and I pushed my chest out further to let him
touch me. He broke our kiss and lowered his head to my
chest. His lips found a nipple and he resumed the gentle
suckling I'd taught him while his hands began to work on
pulling down my slacks. I lifted my hips to help him and
soon my pants were tangled at my feet, blocked by my shoes.
I thought about stopping him so I could untie my shoes, but
decided that I'd put up with tangled feet as long as he kept
making my chest feel so good. His hands climbed up for my
panties and I lifted my hips again. His head rose from my
chest to watch the unveiling as the pink fabric was slowly
lowered down my legs. 

Oh, well. Since his mouth had abandoned me, I decided to
work on my shoes. I got him to give me a little space long
enough to untie and shuck them, and soon I was completely
bare. Jim looked down at me nervously, halfway through the
process of disrobing. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
I was tempted to roll my eyes, but smiled at him instead. 

"Yeah, I'm ready," I said. "But I don't think my body is
just yet. Do you think you could kiss me down there to help
things along?" I felt myself get a little wetter at the
memory of being eaten out by Sarah.

He looked at my crotch and blanched. "Um, maybe I could just
use my hands?" 

This time I did roll my eyes. "Okay. Just wait until I tell
you before you use anything else, got it?" He nodded and
finished yanking down his pants. One hand found one of my
breasts while the other lightly touched my outer labia. He
stroked his thumb up and down the length of my lips,
flicking my nipple with his other thumb as a counterpoint.
My lips started to swell, and his thumb began to reach a bit
deeper into me with each stroke. Soon he gave that up and
moved two fingers to search for my inner labia. He found it
and dug a fingertip inside, making me flinch a little in
discomfort and immediately coming up against my maidenhead.
I wondered what the point of that little exercise had been.
Had he actually wondered if I was a virgin, or were all guys
just obsessed with sticking objects inside of women?

His finger found the nerves on the edges of my tunnel while
it withdrew, causing a much more pleasant experience than
the penetration. They were quickly gone, though. His fingers
began to trail up and down the length of my pussy, pausing
at each fold they found and rubbing against me delightfully.
Eventually they touched my clit.

I jumped a little and moaned. "Oh yeah, baby. Right there,
just keep touching that until I tell you to stop." He
complied, dragging his fingertips slowly across the tip of
my clitoris. He began to work a rhythm out that included the
thumb on my nipple. I began to squirm in pleasure. 

I'm not sure how long I wiggled on the bed while he watched
and rubbed me, but eventually I came from it. My clit
retreated during my orgasm, so his fingers poked through my
inner labia again to feel my spasms. I came down from the
mild high and looked at his hardened penis. I briefly hoped
it would actually fit, and then decided to go for it. "I
think I'm ready now," I whispered.

Jim moved me to the center of the bed and then climbed into
me. He leaned down and kissed me on the mouth while his hand
found my pussy. He broke the kiss to direct his penis to my
entrance, and then looked at me. "This is going to hurt," he
said softly. I nodded and tensed up, waiting for the pain.
In retrospect, tensing was the worst thing I could have
done, but I was an ill-informed virgin.

The head of his penis moved past my outer and inner lips and
into my tunnel. I felt a few moments of pleasure until a tug
from inside of me told me he was against my barrier. He
watched my face for a second, then drew his hips back and
yanked them forward.

Oh sweet mother of God it hurt! It was a good thing we were
alone in the house because I'm pretty sure I screamed from
the pain. Jim stopped about halfway in and froze. He looked
at me with an apologetic expression as the pain receded. I
asked him not to move until I felt better, but eventually
the pain turned to a little pleasure and I allowed him to
begin stroking. The little pleasure turned to a lot of
pleasure and I quickly got into the act.

About twenty or so seconds later I froze up again and stared
at him with wide eyes. His face had been scrunched up in
concentration, probably trying not to shoot off too soon,
but he noticed the sudden lack of movement. He stopped and
looked at me. "What's wrong?" He asked in a worried tone.

"I almost forgot! Oh God, that was close. You need to put on
a condom. I have some in my top dresser drawer." In all the
excitement and nervous energy I'd completely forgot about
birth control! It would have served me right to get pregnant
on the first shot. From the way his face looked, he hadn't
been that far away from the 'first shot' either. 

Jim got off the bed and opened my dresser drawer. He found
the packet of condoms where I'd put them and ripped one
open. I'd guessed on the size, and it looked a little tight.
I figured he could get some that fit him better later. He
didn't look all that happy with this latest turn of events,
but he didn't say anything about it either. I figured he
didn't want me pregnant either. 

Eventually everything was in order and we settled back down.
He placed his latex covered head at my entrance and slowly
inserted it. I gave a small moan at the feeling. Is there
any way to describe the feeling of a hard cock entering you?
You just have to feel it for yourself. It's *wonderful*
though. He slowly lowered himself into me, penetrating me as
deep as he could go. It felt a LOT better than the first
time. His hipbone connected with mine and introduced itself
to my clit. Woo! 

He started pulling out, creating a whole new set of
feelings. I felt empty in a way I'd never noticed before. My
muscles gripped his rod tightly to keep him inside me and
his face twisted into a strangled expression that looked so
funny I had to laugh. That created yet another set of
interesting feelings in me. Jim stopped pulling out and
started pushing in again. The latex condom didn't feel as
good as his member au natural, but I was moaning in pleasure
from it anyway. After coming the first time on his fingers,
I wasn't all that far away from orgasm. He started to speed
up until he worked into a steady rhythm. I got to feeling
really good when he jerked his hips into me and I felt his
penis swell and pulse. That sensation was lovely, but it
wasn't good enough to bring me off with him. I sighed in
disappointment while he blissed out. I flexed the muscles
around him and watched his face undergo more funny
contortions. He pulled out after he'd recovered a bit. 

He pulled the condom off and threw it into the wastebasket
and I put the new one on him. I paid particular attention to
the head and underside, per Sarah's earlier advice. He
seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. Once it was on, I squeeze
his member gently and whispered hotly in his ear. "Are you
*sure* you won't kiss me down there?" His face took on a
somewhat startled expression, but I saw the lust there too.
"I just might return the favor later," I husked. I could see
him weakening. I wanted to say 'It's my first fucking time,
you had better treat me right!' but this was the time for
enticement, not anger. I saw him start to falter and moved
in for the kill- I kissed him. That was all it took. He
broke the kiss and started kissing his way down my body. I
grinned like the cat that had just eaten the canary.

His licks were a lot more tentative than Sarah's were, but
he didn't know what he was looking for. I made sure to be
especially verbal with him, letting him know what felt good
and making suggestions on what he could do. I wanted him to
do this to me a *lot* so I had to train him well. I already
knew how I was going to reward him, but that would be for
another day. 

His tongue found my clit after a time and I went wild. I
tried to tell him just how I liked it, but he got the idea
before I could get very many words out. I squirmed under his
tongue lashing until my clit got a bit sensitive. I told him
to try pressing around the base for a while, and he worked
me up so much that I came. My muscles did their usual flex
and spasm, but this time my legs clamped around his head.
His head felt *good* there. I definitely wanted him in that
position more often. After a while the pleasure began to
fade and I released him. His head came up from between my
thighs. One look at his blood-covered mouth made me realize
my error. "Oh SHIT, baby! I'm so sorry! I forgot I was
bleeding down there from my hymen." I grabbed something and
cleaned his face off worriedly. "Oh God, I bet that was no
fun for you at ALL! I promise I'll make it up for you. If
you're willing to try it again sometime, the blood won't be
there. I am *so* sorry." 

He smiled gallantly. "It's okay. I kind of like it. The
blood wasn't *too* bad." Part of me knew that for a milking
gesture, but right then I wanted to give him anything I
could. I felt so bad about that. 

Eventually we settled down and I got back into position
again. He inserted himself slowly, maximizing the pleasure
for both of us. He worked into a pistoning rhythm, and my
hips began to slam upwards into his. His hipbone found my
sensitized clit again and again, sparking pleasure through
my body. He grabbed and squeezed my tits as I lay there on
the bed. Our face built in rhythm until we were pounding
into each other furiously. Suddenly he slammed into me and I
felt his dick throb and pulse. I was close to my own edge,
and feeling a few of those throbs threw me over. We gave
into the waves of pleasure, yelling our desire at each
other. He collapsed onto me while I was still wriggling from
orgasm.

I rested a bit on the bed under him. After ten or so
minutes, I rolled him over, slipped him out, got up, and
took a shower. He got up long enough to throw the condom
away, and then collapsed back onto the bed for a short nap.
I woke him and changed the bed sheets while he showered. I
was worried that I wouldn't be able to get the blood out in
time to save the sheets from a permanent stain. 

We finished cleaning up and Jim took me to the park. We had
a good time playing around in the snow. As the sun went down
we found a group of Christmas carolers and sang with them as
they walked around the park. It got kind of late so I had
Jim drop me off at home. We kissed goodnight and I hurried
in to have a quick dinner and get ready for my trip to the
lab. It was the last night I'd go in there for a few days.
The next day was Christmas Eve, and everybody had a few
nights off.

I talked to the head lab tech when I got in. I told him
about Shan's skill with electronics and gadgets, extolling
her virtues and giving a fairly accurate physical
description. He seemed pretty interested. He made cautious
noises about having to see, but basically told me she was in
if I could vouch for her. With that task successfully
completed, the rest of the night went smoothly. I was so
pleased from my successes over the day that I even gave the
techs a little bit of a show while we were 'working.' They
seemed to enjoy it. Merry Christmas, guys!

----

I had another dream that night. I was a businesswoman in
some large corporation. I was in management or some other
head honcho position, and I had a corner office with real
nice furniture. I was feeling antsy so I buzzed my secretary
in. The door opened quietly and Sarah sashayed in with a
smile. She wordlessly walked around my desk and knelt before
my chair. She crawled under the desk into the space meant
for my legs while I hiked up my skirt (I wasn't wearing
panties) and put a foot on each corner of the desktop. I
leaned back and put my arms behind my head, enjoying the
feelings as Sarah began to slowly lick my inner thighs. 

She teased me for a little while like that, but I enjoyed
it. She'd nibble a bit of skin occasionally, making me
giggle, but refused to touch my lips. She laved the creases
between my legs and crotch with spit, licking the sucking
the entire area. She moved her head back to give her hands
space, and began to massage my thighs and crotch. The
anticipation built in me as her hands pressed into my
privates, occasionally putting pressure on something that
would make me feel delightful. My breasts cried out for
attention, so I moved my hands to begin unbuttoning the
outer wrappings of my business attire. By the time I had my
bra undone and started to play with my tits, Sarah's thumb
was slowly stroking up and down my outer lips. I shivered as
the anticipation grew. Her fingers spread my outer labia
wide and she started massaging the base of my clit. The fire
which had slowly been building in me jumped to a steady
roar. I closed my eyes and ordered Sarah to begin.

A thrill shot through my body when her tongue slithered
through my moistened lips. She started at the lowest point
and slowly made her way up towards my clit. Like before, she
seemed to find every sensitive spot along the way. It was a
*very* pleasurable ride. Eventually her tongue was circling
the base of my clit. I felt a flick on the side of my knob
and jumped a little. Another flick against the other side
caused me to jump again and moan excitedly. Her lips wrapped
themselves around my swollen bump and began to suck. It felt
glorious. My crotch felt so hot that I'm surprised steam
wasn't rising up from it. I felt myself on the edge of
orgasm and cried out a single word. At that command, Sarah's
sucking became furious and her tongue squirmed and danced on
the top of my clit, making me squirm and dance in response.
After a few seconds, I came. The dream office warped and
turned multicolored. My body was pounded with pleasure. It
felt just like the orgasm I'd had under Sarah's tongue in
real life. I'm kind of surprised I didn't wake up in the
middle of it from the intensity, but I kept dreaming on.

After a time I calmed down and the office returned to its
normal shape and color. I brought my feet down from the desk
and wrapped my thighs around Sarah's head. She began to
gently play with my sex while I pulled out some papers and
got to work. Hours seemed to pass in a flash. I was aware of
the pleasure from her tongue in a distant way, and even
observed myself coming a few more times, but I didn't feel
it except as a distant sensation. The day seemed to draw to
a close and the paperwork I'd been working on disappeared.
In fact, everything on my desktop disappeared. There was a
knock on the door before I could really think about why my
paperwork had gone, although in the dream it all seemed
perfectly normal.

Jim opened the door and walked into the office. It came to
me that he was my husband and worked a few departments down.
We smiled at each other over the desk, and I reached a hand
down to gently dislodge Sarah from my crotch. She stood and
helped me up from my chair. Jim was instantly naked and
laying on my desktop. I climbed up on top of him and grabbed
his penis, feeling how hard it was. I guided it to my tunnel
and slowly sat down on him. There was a tear and a small
pain as he took my virginity yet again, but I'd gotten used
to it after my hymen had started growing back every day.

Now, speaking with a bit more experience than I had at that
point, I can assure you that sex feels VERY different if
you're on top. But I guess my subconscious couldn't imagine
it that well, because it felt exactly like the real time I'd
given Jim my virginity, but with a lot less pain involved.
My hips rose and fell slowly, working into a steady rhythm.
Sarah climbed onto the desk and straddled Jim's face. She
bent over to take one of my nipples into her mouth as Jim
began to explore her with his tongue. I kept rising and
falling on the cock beneath me and thinking about how good
it was to be a family. 

The heat from the penetration and Sarah's lips began to get
to me. I closed my eyes and started pumping up and down at a
faster rate. Jim's hips got into the act and moved up to
join mine as they came down. My clit pressed into his
hipbone every time this happened, causing little jolts of
pleasure to shoot through me every time I came down on him.
Sarah's mouth never left my breast, even though I was
pumping up and down furiously by then. I enjoyed the feeling
of a mouth on my nipple too much for Sarah to ever move.

The pulsing feeling of Jim spurting into his condom was all
that I could take. My body tensed and lost it. Nirvana
returned. I spasmed and moaned. There's nothing else that
can match the feelings you get from having a real penis
inside you. It felt incredibly real. I came down from the
high in time to watch Sarah's face as she orgasmed. The
expression on her face seems hilariously funny to me now,
but at the time it was incredibly arousing. I bent down to
rest on top of Jim's chest, and felt Sarah's breasts and
weight pressing into my back. I thought sleepily about the
house all of us lived in, and how nice it was to be married
to them both, and the dream faded away into another
adventure.

----

I woke up in the morning and scrambled through my morning
routine. I wanted to spend as much of my Christmas Eve with
Jim as I could. After all, we were a couple now. I smiled at
the thought of having a real boyfriend. It gave me a major
case of the warm fuzzies.

I ate a quick breakfast and ran out the door. I got to Jim's
house and found my surprised and still sleepy boyfriend. He
was pretty happy to see me; he even offered me breakfast,
the sweetie. 

We were watching a movie in the living room when someone
knocked at the door. Jim got up to get it and returned with
a badly wrapped Christmas present. I looked at me with a
confused expression and said it was for both of us. I looked
at the attached note. It was written in red ink, with an
untidy scrawl packed close together to fit inside the tiny
writing space.

"Jim and Kay Open immediately"

I'd received enough notes from the Angel to know whom it was
from, even if the writing looked a little different. The
letters were scrunched together and so small that the sloppy
handwriting didn't show as much. I looked at the note with a
little confusion. I felt like there was something wrong with
the tiny note. It looked weird. Jim started to unwrap the
small box, so I pulled the tag free and pocketed it. The
wrapping paper came off to reveal a plain brown cardboard
box about eight inches long, four inches wide, and three
inches tall. We cut through the tape and cardboard and found
something I'd never expected to see.

To this day, it remains the weirdest looking remote control
I've ever seen. Even the control devices from the lab had a
more organized look to them. This thing looked like it was
put together from spare parts. Circle and square shaped
buttons lined the top half, separated by colored strips of
tape. The bottom half was dominated by three thin pieces of
plastic sticking out from slots, like tiny handles or
levers. 

Jim was looking at it owlishly, so I took it from him before
he could do something stupid with it. I had a pretty good
idea of what it was, but I wasn't about to test my theory in
front of my new boyfriend. I laid it down on the side
furthest away from Jim and asked for the box. I figured the
Christmas Angel would have more to say than just "open
this." We found a tightly folded sheet of paper in the back
of the box. The red ink looked the same, but the wild scrawl
had returned.

"Merry Christmas! I was going to give this to Kay tomorrow,
but since you two seem to get along so well I thought I
would make a suggestion instead. 

Go out to dinner tonight. Let Jim take the control unit and
have some fun. It should provide a most memorable evening. I
promise not to be there this time. I thought it would be a
nice way to celebrate the holidays.

This is the last you two will hear from me. I have burned my
notes, including the records I had of the frequencies for
your implants, Kay. I could probably build another with
enough time, but I will not. 

Merry Christmas, --Your Christmas Angel"

I handed the note to Jim and watched him read it. He had the
same shocked look I had when he finished. We spent most of
the next two hours talking about the note.

----

Jim rang the doorbell about five minutes after six o'clock.
I was up in my room putting on the last of my makeup. I knew
dad would want to grill Jim, so I hurriedly finished and
collected my shoes. I was wearing one of my nicest dresses
and I'd spent 45 minutes trying to get my hair styled right.
I grabbed the small purse that went so well with my dress
and headed for the stairs to make my grand entrance. Jim
watched me descend the steps from his seat on the couch. He
was wearing khaki pants, a dress shirt, a shiny vest, and a
very big smile. Dad finished up his speech and led us both
to the door. We said goodnight to my parents and got into
Jim's car. 

Jim had taken to the idea of going out to dinner
immediately. He told me to dress up, because he'd be taking
me to Caprico's. How he managed to get us into one of the
nicest restaurants in town on half a day's notice I'll never
know. 

Before I left Jim's house we'd talked for a little about
what to do with the control unit, but I was too
uncomfortable with the idea of anyone else having it to give
it to him for the night. Part of me fantasized about it, but
giving that kind of control over to a guy made me think of
things I'd been trying to forget. In the end, we decided to
just make it a normal (if fancy) date.

We had a *wonderful* time, too. Dinner was great. We ordered
a kind of non-alcoholic champagne that I'd never heard of.
It looked a lot like apple cider but tasted a lot better.
When desert came we started feeding each other spoonfuls of
ice cream and cake. Jim almost dropped some on my dress at
one point and I put a stop to the feeding fest. After we
finished desert we left the restaurant and went for a walk.
We were in a pretty good part of town, so neither of us
worried about our safety. It's amazing how much distance I
can cover in low heals without hurting my feet. We walked a
couple of blocks and turned to begin a large circle (or
square, if you prefer) hitting some of the quieter streets.
At one point Jim stopped and suddenly kissed me. I felt it
down to my toes. Have I mentioned that Jim is a *great*
kisser?

We found his car in the parking lot we'd left it in and Jim
drove me home. I cuddled up to him as much as I could in the
car while he drove. When we got back to my house, he kissed
me goodnight (woooo boy!) and left. I floated up the stairs
and into my room. It was the best date I'd ever had. I was
undressing and getting ready for bed when I noticed the gift
tag from earlier. I picked it up again and studied it.
Something was still bothering me about it. The handwriting
looked so different when it was scrunched together like
that. I put the tag back on my nightstand and finished
getting ready for bed. I was climbing under the sheets when
my eyes fell on a small teddy bear I'd gotten on the last
day of school. The teddy bear Amy had given to me because
Shandra had been gone that day and Amy had wanted to make
sure I'd gotten a present. 

Everything suddenly clicked together. 

----

Christmas morning seemed especially bright and cheery. I'd
always liked Christmas day. There's a bit of magic about
December 25th that never goes away. I giddily trampled down
the stairs, squealing and laughing and generally behaving
like a five year old. My parents smiled at my antics from
their seats on the couch. We had a pleasant breakfast and
spent the rest of the morning exchanging and opening
Christmas presents. We had a small lunch and I walked out
the door, promising to be back in two hours for the family
get together. We were hosting a dinner party for our
extended family this year.

Shandra wasn't too surprised when she opened the door and
saw me. She gave a pained smile and invited me in. We
wordlessly passed a startled Amy on the couch and went up to
Shan's room. She locked the door and sat on her bed. I
picked a chair about five feet away from her. "Merry
Christmas," she said dryly.

"Merry Christmas," I returned politely. "Why?"

She shifted her stance a bit on the bed, probably deciding
what she wanted to tell me. I thought she was going to start
with the 'I don't know what you're talking about' game, but
she skipped it. "Originally I just wanted to see if I could
create a working control unit. It was nothing more than an
experiment. I finished it, but I realized I'd never actually
know if it worked unless I tested it. For that, I needed
someone to test it on and the proper frequencies. It took a
while, but I managed to cobble something together that
basically sent out large bursts of transmissions and waited
for some form of response. I found out a couple of
interesting things that way, but not the frequencies that
your implants work off of. I had expected the implants to
work off radio waves or something similar. UHV or cell phone
frequencies, perhaps. I never saw a reaction from you from
any of those, so I had to widen the possible range." She
paused. "And I needed your direct cooperation to do it."

I nodded. I remembered the 'science project' about four
months back. I'd helped her 'fine tune it' for three days
straight. I'd gotten some weird feelings in my spine during
the third day and stood up in surprise. About a half hour
later Shandra said we were finished and thanked me for
helping. Now that I knew what to search my memory for, I
remembered little incidents when my implants turned on for a
few seconds or a few minutes over the next few months;
Shandra had always been around. "So you used me as an
experiment until you built a working control unit," I said
evenly. I was doing a very good job of keeping emotion out
of my voice so far.

She shrugged. "You always joked around about being a walking
lab experiment. I figured you were used to it already.
Besides, I was always careful that nothing I did ever hurt
you." 

I stared at her, trying to think of what to say. What *not*
to say, actually. There were a lot of things I wanted to say
right then, but I wanted the full story first. "When did you
get the control unit working?" I asked.

"About a month and a half ago," she said. "I put it up with
some of my other stuff and didn't look at it again for a few
weeks. It actually took some digging to find it again."

I watched her. "Why?" I repeated.

She sighed and looked me in the eye. "You needed it, Kay.
Once you had the surgery you tensed up. It was like you were
holding something in constantly, afraid to relax. Whenever
you went to the lab at night you'd be a lot better the next
day. I figured out it was just sexual tension. Those
implants are meant to be *used.* You *have* to orgasm a
couple times a day, or you're a nuthouse. I got tired of
seeing you so stressed out all the time. Once I started
using the control unit on you every day you were better
again. I knew it wasn't a permanent solution, so I started
keeping an eye out for boyfriend potential. Jim's been
watching you with moony eyes for the last two weeks. I got
you two together, and now that you have an outlet, you don't
need me anymore."

"You're lying," I said flatly. "If you were looking out for
my best interest, you would have done it differently. Why
did you always make me orgasm in class where I could
embarrass myself? That was unnecessary if you just wanted to
"relax" me." I let the verbal quotation marks hang in the
air for a moment before I continued. "And if you thought I
was just sexually frustrated, why the HELL did you keep me
on edge so much the last three weeks?" Despite my best
efforts at control, I couldn't help but let a little heat
get into that last part.

"The control unit works on direct line of sight, but you
probably knew that already," she said. "I couldn't wait for
you to go to the bathroom sometime, because it wouldn't have
worked. I had to do it in class, where I could see you and
judge your responses." She shrugged. "Besides, you liked it
when it happened in public, even if you can't admit that."

My eyes narrowed dangerously. I glared at her for half a
minute, working to control myself enough to not say any of
the things that were practically leaping up and down on my
tongue in their effort to fly out of my mouth. After a
while, her eyes narrowed a little in response, and her tone
came out a little angrier. "Admit it, Kay. You're an
exhibitionist. I swear, you can be so Goddam REPRESSED
sometimes. You love doing things in front of people, but you
won't admit it to yourself. I thought that if I could stroke
your fires a little bit during the day, you'd start
realizing how much you like it, but you're just too
stubborn. If you didn't want the implants used, why did you
get them in the first place?"

That did it. I'd promised myself I was *not* going to go
there, but I went there anyway. "You want to know why I got
the fucking implants?" I hissed. "You want to know why I
like doing things in public. Alright, I'll tell you." I was
up out of the chair and pacing furiously. Part of me was
struggling for enough control to keep my mouth from running
again, but I'd already crossed the line. I calmed a little
bit and decided that it was probably best if I told her
anyway. I paced a bit more around her room before I came to
a halt in front of her. When I started speaking again, it
was with a calm, measured voice.

"When I was thirteen, I met a man on my walk home from
school one day. He was at a street corner about halfway
between my house and school. He smiled at me and offered me
a cookie from a nearby bakery. I took it, thanked him, and
ate it as I finished my walk home. It was a real good
cookie." I took a deep breath at the sudden explosion of
memories. I'd been trying to forget about that man for a
long time. "After that, he was there on that street corner
every day when I walked home. He always offered me a cookie,
and I always ate it. It got to be a regular thing, to stop
and talk with the nice man on my way home and eat his
cookie. After the first few times, I always ate the cookie
in front of him while we talked. He was always really
friendly with me, and I kind of liked him. About a month
after I first met him, he put something inside the cookie."

My legs were losing energy fast, so I sat back down in the
chair and looked at Shandra. She was giving me her complete
attention. That was good. I didn't want to have to live
through this again when Amy started asking questions. I took
another breath. "I woke up in the middle of some bushes at
Crane Park. Whatever he put in that cookie made me weak and
dizzy. I wasn't thinking right. I should have screamed for
help but I never thought of it. The man was there with me.
He'd stripped me completely naked, and he was naked too. He
started talking to me, telling me about how good it was to
have sex with people watching. He told me how he really
enjoyed it, and how he hoped I would do. He never stopped
talking about how good it felt. I saw people all around the
park. Some of the ones walking nearby were watching us. None
of them ever came close, or called for help." 

I inhaled another shaky breath. "The way I was right then,
everything he said vividly real. I was real fucked up. He
could have told me to jump of a bridge and I would have done
it if he talked about it enough. The more he talked about
having sex in public, the more excited I got. I'd gotten my
first period about two months before this, and sex sounded
like a real great idea right. He talked me into doing things
with him. He laid me down in the dirt and used his mouth
between my legs. I was too weak to stop him, and really
didn't want to. He ate me out. It was the most incredible
feeling I'd ever had. I wanted to feel more. He told me I
could feel more after I returned the favor. He made me suck
him off, and he touched my nipples while I did. When he got
close, he took it out of my mouth and finished himself in
the bushes. Then he started sucking on my nipples. I didn't
have any breasts then, but my chest was real sensitive. He
used his fingers between my legs and made me orgasm again.
All the time I was sucking him off, and all the time he
wasn't using his mouth on me, he was talking about how great
it felt to do stuff in front of people."

I looked up from the floor into Shandra's widened eyes. My
voice had turned hollow at some point. My skin crawled. I
knew I had that haunted look again, I'd seen it in the
mirror before. "He raped me. He never hit me and he never
penetrated me, but he raped me all the same. People nearby
stared at us while he did things to me in the bushes. Nobody
ever stopped him. Nobody ever called for help." I stopped
again, lost in those moments of time. "It was hell, but it
felt Good. He made me *want* it, like I'd never wanted
anything before. He let me go after he made me come with his
fingers. By then the drugs were wearing off and I was
beginning to fight him. He told me that he'd be on the
corner the next day as I made my way home from school. He
said that if I wanted to feel this way again, he could do
it. He said he could make me feel even better. Then he was
gone."

I let my eyes drift back to the floor. I didn't want to see
Shandra's look of horror anymore, but I couldn't avoid
seeing the man's face again. It was burned into my memory,
just like that day in the park. "I started to walk home.
Crane Park is about four miles away from my house, on the
other side of town from the school. I was naked. I think the
man had left my clothes in the bushes but I was still too
out of it to think of getting dressed. A few blocks from the
park, a police car pulled up. The officer took me to the
police station. I told them what happened and they took some
of my blood. The drug he used is one of the nastier date
rape drugs. The cops said he probably dripped it on the
cookie until it soaked in. Sometimes people do that." 

I leaned back in my chair. I felt completely exhausted. "The
police were waiting the next day, but he never showed up on
that corner again. My parents started giving me rides to and
from school. I haven't walked home from school since. I've
been driving on my own since I turned fifteen and got my
driver's permit." A little bit of energy began to return to
me and I looked at Shandra's face. "That man was never
caught. He's still out there, probably raping other little
girls. Ever since that day in the park I haven't been able
to stop being aroused at the thought of having sex in front
of people. It got so bad that I couldn't masturbate without
imagining other people there. I signed up for the implants
because I wanted to take control of my life again. I wanted
to be able to orgasm without thinking of that man; without
thinking of what he did to me." My eyes burned holes into
her stunned face. "And you turned it into a fucking public
display."

Her mouth flapped open and closed but she never made a
sound. It would have been useless anyway, because I wasn't
done. "When my implants started going off in school, I
freaked. At first I thought he had returned and gotten
control of me somehow. It terrified me, but I couldn't show
it. It excited me, too." I licked my lips nervously. I
wanted to stay angry, but a small part of me actually melted
at the thought of that man having a control unit. That
scared the hell out of me so much that the anger returned in
full force. "Every day I went to school, terrified that I
would see him again. But he was never there. It was you. The
whole fucking time, it was you. I've suspected it for the
last two weeks, but I refused to admit to myself. I refused
to believe that one of my friends would do that to me. I
didn't think any of them would be so cruel. I guess I was
wrong." 

Shandra's face was white as bone. "I'm so sorry, Kay," she
whispered. "I didn't know, I swear."

"You didn't know," I interrupted. My voice slowly rose in
restrained fury. "That's always been the problem with you,
hasn't it Shandra? You didn't know. You wanted to test out a
new toy, so you used me. You never thought about how I might
feel about it. You figured you knew what was best for me.
You figured I wouldn't mind just because I get excited by
some of it. You figured you could pull it off and nobody
would ever know. But most of all, you did it because you can
NEVER KEEP YOUR FUCKING NOSE OUT OF WHERE IT DOESN'T
BELONG!" I was up out of the chair again, staring down at
her with clenched fists. My breath practically propelled
itself out of my nose from my heavy exhalations.

Shandra looked up at me with a horrified expression, unable
to remove her eyes from their link with my own. "Oh, Kay,"
she whispered. "I'm so sorry."

I released her from my glare and walked to the other side of
the room. I stood by the door, facing it and away from
Shandra before I responded. I was pretty sure Shandra wasn't
the only one listening at this point, and I wanted my next
question to hit home. "How long has Amy known?"

I heard a small intake a breath beyond the door. That
answered my question. I turned to watch Shandra's response.
Her face had recovered its color just in time to flush in
embarrassment. "I... Amy doesn't know anything about it."

"Well, at least you're loyal, Shan," I said in a droll tone.
"But it's useless. I called Sarah last night after I figured
it out. She figured it out yesterday about an hour after I
described what the control unit looked like. Apparently you
asked her for some help programming something similar to it
a while back." Her face turned a deeper shade of red. "You
were messing around with frequencies and wave lengths. Amy
had to have helped you, even if you didn't tell her what it
was for. She's not an idiot. At some point she figured out
what she was helping you with, or put it together after the
fact. But she didn't say anything because you're her best
friend." I stopped myself from saying something bitter that
I'd have to apologize for later. Amy was still listening
after all, not that she didn't deserve it.

"It took me a bit longer to figure it out than it did for
Sarah, but I had a more subtle set of clues to work from. I
should have figured it out a lot earlier, but I didn't want
to believe it." I moved from the door and sat on the foot of
the bed, a few feet from Shandra. Amy's part in my lecture
had passed, so I continued at a whisper. "You were always
there. Every class that I was in when I felt a change in the
implants or orgasmed in, you were in it too. I told myself
you were always hovering around just to try and protect me.
You even volunteered to go alone to the movies to keep an
eye on Jim and me during our first date. How selfless of
you." She flinched at that. "You even did something so
obvious that I refused to believe it. You left me notes from
the Christmas Angel with your left hand, and you left me
presents from Shandra, my Christmas Angel with your right
hand. You always made sure to write in large letters with
your left hand so your usual neat handwriting couldn't show
through, but you had to write small for the tag you used
when you gave Jim the remote. That was real nice, by the
way, getting Jim's hopes up like that. If it didn't remind
of getting raped so much, I would have let him use it when
he took me out to dinner just to make him happy. That was
why you gave it to me when we were together, no doubt."
Shandra looked down at the bed, refusing to meet my eyes
with hers anymore.

"You never used a contraction as the Christmas Angel. You
went out of your way to avoid it at times, even. You didn't
want to risk using an apostrophe. Even when they don't look
like hearts, you have one of the most distinctive
apostrophes in school. I would have spotted it a mile away
and you knew it." I was feeling dramatic, so I paused to let
the point sink in. "You did a bunch of other little things
too, but I always dismissed them when I noticed. The thing
that finally gave you away though, was Amy. She gave me a
teddy bear on the last day of school, when you weren't
there. Funny how that turned out to be the only day of
reprieve I got from the Christmas Angel. That teddy bear was
the only gift that I got that I could actually take home.
Everything you'd given me was food. I ate it and threw it
away. You couldn't risk giving me something that would make
me connect your name with the Christmas Angel. I guess you
didn't feel so bold once you started leaving the notes. But
Amy didn't have that problem. Even if she wouldn't tell me,
she wanted me to know. She acted real strange when she gave
me the bear, like it was important for some reason. I didn't
understand why until last night." I stood up again and
walked to the door. I crossed my arms over my chest and
glared at the doorknob, heavily contemplating bringing Amy
into this. Shandra distracted me from my inner debate.

"I never wanted to hurt you," Shandra spoke in a low tone
that barely carried across the room. "I always made sure
that nothing I did hurt you. I... I thought it was all
harmless fun. Oh Kay, I had no idea how much I was hurting
you. I am *so* sorry."

I turned on her. She looked like she was going to say more
but I glared her to silence. "I don't want to hear it.
You've had plenty of chances to apologize. You've had plenty
of chances to stop. You weren't ever going to say anything
unless I figured it out. Well, here I am, and it's too late
for that." She gave me a frightened, pleading look. I guess
in her own way, Shandra really did think she'd been doing a
good thing. I gave her a look of disgust. "You want back in
my good graces, Shanny? You're going to have to work for it.
I spoke with the head technician a couple of nights ago, on
your behalf. You're as good as in. The surgery will take a
little while to schedule, but if you sign all the papers and
go through with it, you'll have your own set of implants by
the end of the school year. Won't that just be so special."
I couldn't keep the disgust from my voice, so I took a few
moments to calm down. 

Shandra started to speak but I held up my hand and stopped
her. I took a few more breaths and continued when I was
calmer. "After the surgery, you're going to build another
control unit. You're going to tune it to match your own
implants. You're going to give it to me. I'll find someone
who can keep a secret, and they'll be your own Christmas
Angel. On Christmas day, I'll have the control unit
destroyed. If you can go until Christmas without coming up
with something to stop the control unit, or asking the lab
techs to change your frequencies, you'll have a pretty good
idea of the hell you've put me through."

I marched to the door and opened it. Amy tumbled into the
room. I glared at her until she got out of my way. I looked
back at Shandra one last time, said "think about it," and
left. 

----

Jim and I have been going steady for six months now. He's
wonderful. He helped me through a lot of the shit I had to
relive after drudging up all that muck at Shandra's house on
Christmas Day. He loves me, and I think I love him too.

Shandra had the surgery and created a control unit for
herself. She's been stoic about the whole thing. I found a
friend of Jim's who shares most of Shan's classes, and he's
putting her through her paces pretty well. Shandra's
reputation has taken some beatings from a few incidents, and
she's getting a little taste of the outcast status I've had
to live with since I was thirteen. Jim's friend is rather
creative, but Sarah and I are expecting Shanny to make it to
Christmas.

Sarah has a boyfriend now. We still sleep together whenever
we can, and I'm quite satisfied with my two lovers. It
really does feel like a little family. Sarah and Jim have
even gotten together a couple of times. 

Yesterday they kidnapped me shortly after school got out.
Sarah put a bag over my head and told me to behave or she
would have to get physical. I laughed and followed her to
her car. She drove me for a while, and Jim was there when we
got out of the car. They led me (still blind) to a specific
spot, and then took the bag off my head. I found myself in
the middle of a group of bushes in Crane Park. Sarah and Jim
jumped me before I could react.

We made love in the bushes in mid daylight. A couple people
walked by, but if they noticed they only smiled and laughed.
Nobody stopped us, nobody called for help. For the first
time in a very long time, I not only faced the demons from
my past, but I had an experience that countered the horror
of that day with what love and sex are supposed to be like.
It was very therapeutic. 

~fin~