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 A stressful situation creates a connection between an odd young man and a
visiting exchange student.

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   This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. 
In real life, use a condom, damnit!  Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of
lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the
rod" without protection.

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   Talents - Nick Lovewright (MF, 1st, cons, mc, oral, impreg, rom, safe,
F-solo, viol) by Krosis of the Collective (krosisofthecollective@gmail.com)

   --

   The World of Talents should remind you of many other fantasy worlds with
superheroes, magic, and cosmic powers, except with a Krosis twist...

   --

   *** Trigger warning: School shooting.  ***

   Veronica heard the shots as she was walking back from the washroom to
English class.  The brown-haired senior student had heard such sounds on TV
shows, but in real life the sheer intensity of them shocked her.  They
echoed through the halls, making her cover her ears.  She still heard the
screams, though.  She realized that this was a shooting!

   As a Canadian exchange student in America, this was completely outside
of her experience, and she didn't know what to do.  She heard someone
running down a side hall up ahead, coming closer, and then saw another
student thrown forward, out of that hall, as another couple of shots rang
out.  The male student went down, face first, his limp and bloodied body
skidding to a halt against the far wall.

   She froze.  That person had been murdered right in front of her!  She
could hear the stomp of heavy footfalls coming closer from down that hall,
and yet she just stood there, like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming
car, shaking.

   Someone grabbed her hand.  She squeaked and turned, but it was Nick,
from her billet family, the Lovewrights, pulling her toward a side door. 
The slim, dark-haired young man was surprisingly strong, and she offered no
resistance as he pulled her into a stationery closet and silently closed
the door behind them.

   Too late, though, it seemed.  They heard the purposeful heavy steps
approaching their door.  Pass by, pass by, she mentally urged the
assailant, but then the footsteps stopped outside the closet.

   "Get behind me," Nick whispered as he faced the door and pushed her
behind him.  She instinctively wrapped her arms around him from behind,
holding on for dear life.

   As the door handle turned, Veronica felt an energy rush into her,
followed by a sudden draining sensation.  She gasped.

   Then the door opened, and she could see a tall man there, clad in a
long, dark trench coat and holding a large handgun.  She could see his grim
smile as he saw them hiding there, and then he raised his gun...

   "NO!" Nick held his hands up and pointed them at the man, who seemed
startled.  Veronica felt the strange siphoning sensation intensify, and
then it was as if some vital part of her was being drained away.  The man
grunted, and seemed to struggle to hold his gun up.  The look on his face
changed from a smile to...a silly grin?

   "Urghhh!" Nick's body was shaking with the exertion of...whatever he was
doing.

   The shooter's eyes rolled up into his head and he gurgled, "Ungh! 
Uhhuhh!  Hoohhh..." He started thrusting his hips at them as he stood
there, almost vibrating.

   Then there was a flash of movement and their assailant was gone.  Nick
dropped his arms and collapsed to the floor.  Veronica, her arms still
around him, did her best to let him down gently.

   Whoosh!  There was suddenly someone standing in the open doorway again,
and Veronica screamed, thinking the shooter was back.

   "Whoa!  Hey, it's okay...he won't harm anyone else."

   Veronica focused her eyes on the trim figure before her.  He was another
adult, wearing a full-face mask and a yellow and black form-fitting suit
with a stylized J on the front.

   "Jiff!" Nick struggled to get to his feet.  "Thanks for saving us."

   "Nick!  So this is where you go to school?" The hero helped both
students to their feet.  "And by the mess that guy made of his pants, it
looks like you inherited your Dad's talent, huh?  Look at you, saving the
girl." He gave Veronica a wink, and she self-consciously let go of Nick.

   "Shh!" Nick stepped unsteadily out of the closet and glanced each way
down the hallway.

   The Jiff stepped close and kept his voice low.  "Nobody close,
Nick...does your Dad know?"

   Nick shook his head.  "Just started...nothing like an emergency to get
the juices flowing, I guess."

   "Guess so." The Jiff turned as he saw people starting to come into the
hallway.  Standing tall, he raised his voice, "Emergency's over, folks! 
The shooter's locked up at the police station, but if you need me again..."
He struck a pose.  "...'I'll be there in a Jiff'(tm)!" Then there was
another flash of movement and he was gone.

   Nick turned to Veronica.  "Don't freak out...we need to have a private
discussion.  Shit!" He rushed forward to catch her as her vision darkened
and...

   --

   ...she woke up laying down on a small bed...a cot, she realized as she
examined it.  Someone was holding her hand...

   "You're awake," Nick said as he leaned forward.  "I've been trying to
give you back your energy, but it's not working."

   "What...did you do to me?" She pulled her hand from his and then raised
herself up onto her elbows.  It looked like they were still in the school,
she figured the nurse's office.

   He sat back on his chair.  "Well, a couple of things...saved our lives,
for one..."

   "Thank you."

   "Heh...um, you're welcome." Nick looked uncomfortable.  "The second
thing I'm not sure about...I have to talk to my Dad, but it seems like I
took something from you when I stopped that guy."

   Veronica took stock of herself.  She did feel odd, somehow incomplete.
"What did you do to him?"

   Now he looked even more uncomfortable.  "Err...well...I made him cum in
his pants...like, a lot."

   "You what?!"

   "Shh!  Shh!  The cops are right outside and they want to talk to you
about what happened.  PLEASE just say that The Jiff stopped the shooter,
and not anything else?  I'll explain everything when we're back at home,
but this is literally a matter of life and death for my family."

   She saw how serious Nick was being, so just nodded.

   He nodded back.  "You okay to talk to the police now?"

   "Yeah."

   --

   When they got back to the Lovewright house, Veronica was still feeling
run down, though she was able to walk unaided.  She went to the guest room
to lie down while Nick called his Dad, who was out of town for the duration
of her stay.

   When she got up from her nap an hour later, she found Nick watching the
news on the TV in the living room.  She sat down next to him on the couch.

   "Trouble," he informed her as he grimly referred to the screen.

   The female news announcer continued, "...to recap, the school shooter
that was stopped by The Jiff earlier today has made a complaint that the
speedster hero sexually assaulted him during his capture.  We've reached
out to The Jiff for comment, but...AAHH!"

   In a flash of yellow, The Jiff was next to her, bending down so his
masked face was on camera.  "Hi, everyone!  I just want to let you all know
that it's not true...the guy had totally creamed his undies by the time I
got there...it was actually pretty disgusting.  I'll bet that he gets off
on murdering innocent children, and is covering up with this story. 
Anyway, if you need me...'I'll be there in a Jiff'(tm)!" He gave the camera
a wink, and then he was gone.

   "Um...um...there you have it, folks!  Straight from The Jiff himself. 
We're going to take a break."

   Nick turned the TV off.  "Hopefully that'll be it.  Hey, how are you
feeling?"

   Veronica hadn't realized that she'd looped her arm with his and pulled
it back.  "I'm...still tired, but not physically...does that make sense?"

   He nodded.  "Okay...what do you want to do to get your energy back?"

   "Did you talk to your Dad?"

   Nick looked uncomfortable.  "Yeah...he said that this had happened to
him once, and that I should 'give you what you need,' whatever that means,
and the energy will flow back to you.  So...what do you need?"

   She looked confused.  "I don't know."

   Nick rolled his eyes to the ceiling.  "So helpful, Dad."

   "So who's your Dad?" Veronica found herself watching Nick's face.  While
he had seemed kinda plain when she had met him a few weeks previous, he
looked more attractive today.

   He shrugged.  "Bob Lovewright."

   "Well, yeah, but he's obviously a Talent...a superhero, if you know The
Jiff?"

   Nick rubbed the back of his neck.  "I can't tell you who he really is,
sorry, but yes, he's a Talent."

   "Does your Mom know?"

   Nick's eyes widened.  "She knows my Dad's a Talent, but not me.  Please
don't tell her this happened!  She's always wondered if my Dad somehow used
his powers to make her fall in love with him, and you're..." He glanced
down at Veronica's hand on his thigh.  She yanked it back.

   She looked at her hand.  "Did he...with her...?"

   "I...I dunno..."

   --

   When Mrs.  Lovewright got home a few minutes later, the older,
dark-haired woman fawned over Nick and Veronica, making sure both teens
were okay.

   "Yeah, Mom, The Jiff got there before that guy could do anything to us,"
Nick assured her.

   Mrs.  Lovewright quirked her mouth.  "Ah, yes, The Jiff...he's a bit
cheesy, but effective." Then she glanced at Veronica.  "Um, I mean, he
seems that way on TV." She quickly excused herself to go make dinner.

   Veronica giggled and saw Nick grin in response.

   --

   "You wanna go to a movie or something?" Nick asked Veronica after
dinner. While sitting next to each other, her hand had found his several
times under the table when they weren't holding their utensils.

   She frowned.  "Can we just watch something here?  I really don't want to
be anywhere outside of the house after what happened today."

   They watched a movie in the living room, first with Nick's Mom, but then
the older woman said that she was heading off to shower and then go to bed.
The kids said good night and were considering putting another movie on,
since school had been cancelled for the rest of the week due to the
shooting.  Now alone, Veronica took the opportunity to snuggle up to Nick
on the couch.  She heard him gulp.

   "Nick, what do you think your Dad meant by 'giving me what I need'?"

   "I...I dunno..."

   Her face crept closer to his neck.  "No idea at all?  Not even an
inkling?"

   "You've...just gotta tell me what you think you need, and I'll help
you."

   Veronica's body felt hot, like she was running a fever.  "I need...I
need..."

   "What?" Nick turned his face to hers, and she leapt upon him, her tongue
sliding into his mouth.

   "Mf!" he grunted as he fell back across the sofa cushions, and she took
the opportunity to climb on top as she continued to kiss him.  Soon, he was
tentatively kissing her back.  She reached down and cupped his groin,
feeling his member grow as their passions rose.

   Veronica was glad that his body was responding to her.  She wasn't a
bubble-bodied woman like many of the superheroines Nick must have met
through his father, but with her curvy hips and B-cup breasts, she wasn't
unattractive either.  She unzipped Nick's jeans and reached inside.

   "Wait!" Nick hissed as he broke the kiss and grabbed her hand.  "Are you
sure this is what you want?  This has to be because of what happened
earlier."

   She gripped his package through his underwear, making him groan.  "I
think I NEED it, Nick," she growled.  "How about we try this, and see if I
get any of my energy back?"

   "O-okay..."

   She unfastened his pants and pulled both them and his underwear down,
freeing his slim, hard 6" member, which she then firmly grasped and began
to stroke.

   "Ha-ahh..." Nick moaned as he let the overheated girl do what she
wanted. They kissed some more as she continued to stroke him.  After a few
more minutes, he grunted into her mouth and she felt his hot cum spray onto
her hand.

   She backed off and watched the rest of his load shoot onto his t-shirt.
She looked at her hand, dripping with his cum.  While she'd had sex before,
it had always been with a condom, and she certainly hadn't had a chance to
touch the pearlescent substance before.  She rubbed it between her thumb
and forefinger before sticking a dripping finger into her mouth.  It tasted
salty, and a little like how ozone smelled.

   "Did...did that help?" Nick asked as he tried to slow his breathing.

   She considered.  "I think I feel a little better.  Can you get it back
up?" She reached down and started stroking him again.

   "I don't know.  This usually happens overnight, and then I either get
out of bed for the day, or go back to sleep."

   She stopped stroking.  "What?  You mean you've never had sex before, and
don't even jerk off?" Finding more of his sperm on her hand, she licked
that off as well.

   "Nope.  I haven't had a girlfriend, and never really felt the need to
masturbate.  This is actually the first time I've felt like I wanted to
do...that."

   The mood broken, Veronica stood up so that Nick could re-dress.

   He stood up as well, and looked down at his spermy t-shirt.  "I should
get ready for bed too...um, g'nite." He turned and quickly shuffled out of
the room.

   --

   Veronica woke up.  It was still dark, and she threw her covers off.  She
was sweating profusely, and was sure that it wasn't due to the temperature
of the room.  She slipped a hand into her panties and found them soaked
with her vaginal juices, but no matter how much she played with herself,
she just couldn't cum...another side effect of what Nick had done to her,
she knew.

   Well, if he caused this, then he would damn well fix it, she raged.  She
was used to 'jilling off' at least a few times a week.  She padded down the
dark hall and paused at Nick's bedroom door.  She had been going to knock,
but then said fuck it and went in.

   While it was dark, the scant light that made it all the way from the
street lamp into his room allowed her to see his bed and his sleeping form
under the covers.  She closed the door behind her, and with a saucy grin,
slipped under those covers and crawled between his legs, surprised but
happy to find that he slept in the buff, and even more delighted to find
his six incher already engorged and ready to go.  Because of our
connection? she wondered.  She took it into her mouth and began to lick and
suck at it.

   Soon she tasted his pre-cum and heard him grunt, "Uh?  Wha?  Veronica?"
Then he pulled his sheets off of both of them.

   She pulled her mouth off of his member.  "Hwa!  Hi, Nick," she
whispered, "I need another load from you."

   "Um...okay...whatever you need."

   "Uh-hm!" She redoubled her oral attack and slipped her hand back into
her panties.  She could already feel that she might be able to reach orgasm
this time.  By the time she was thrusting two fingers inside herself, with
her thumb manipulating her clit, she felt Nick tensing his hips.

   "I'm...gonna cum..." he warned her, perhaps thinking that she would pull
off and stroke him to orgasm again, but she pulled his cock deeper into her
mouth and sucked hard.  "Ohh-HHH!" he groaned, and she felt his member
throb before his load filled her mouth.

   "Ullk!" She swallowed as fast as she could, but some still slipped
between her lips and ran down his shaft.  After gulping down all that was
in her mouth, she licked his cock clean.

   "Oh wow..." Nick sighed.

   Veronica moved up beside Nick and lay down next to him.  She still
hadn't cum, and now that Nick had, she somehow knew that she wouldn't be
able to without him, at least until this energy situation was fixed.  She
did feel a little better, but not a lot.

   "Mom can't find you here in the morning, Veronica, sorry."

   "Oh, yeah..." She got up, but then turned back to lean over and give him
a scorching kiss, which he returned.  Then she headed back to her room.

   --

   "Bye!"

   Veronica woke up.  That had been Mrs.  Lovewright calling out as she
left for work.  Veronica headed across the hall back to Nick's room and
then just walked in.

   "Whoa!" He pulled the covers back over top of him.  "I was just getting
up."

   "Don't bother," she replied.  "I'm due to go home tomorrow, and at the
rate we're going, I'm gonna have to suck you off like a hundred times to
get my energy back from you!"

   His eyes went big.  "I don't think that's physically possible."

   She grabbed the covers and threw them off of his naked body.  "Exactly!
So we're gonna have to try different things to see what'll work best.  Now,
just lie back..." She climbed astride his hips, happy to see that he was
already hard.

   "Uh, is this wise?  I don't have any condoms."

   "We're not gonna fuck," she clarified.  "I just need to get off, and I
think your dick'll help with that." She situated her panty-covered pussy
onto the underside of his stiff shaft.  That felt good, so she started to
slide forward and back along it.

   "This...isn't sex?" he gasped.

   "Nooo..." she moaned.  "Jeez, such a virgin..." She looked down at the
young man's slim form and realized that he was definitely looking more
attractive than before, though whether due to their connection, or perhaps
changes going through his body because of his recently triggered talent,
she didn't know.

   She felt his eyes upon her as she slid along his cock shaft, moving from
her panties up to her braless breasts as they bobbled about in her sleep
shirt, and then up to her face.  Strangely enough, the look she saw on his
face as he gazed at hers made her more embarrassed than him looking at her
body, and she closed her eyes as she felt her face flush.

   She reached down into her panties and stroked her clit.  She was getting
close, finally!  However, she couldn't keep moving back and forth upon him
while diddling herself.  She moved forward and slotted the head of his cock
right into the cleft of her panties that was between her now prominent
pussy lips.  "Stroke yourself," she commanded him.

   He reached down and did so awkwardly, unused to such movements.  As
Veronica continued to manipulate her clit, she felt Nick's fist bounce
against her vulva on each upstroke.  Finally, her finger a blur on her
clit, she cried out and came.  "Ohhhaahhh!  Yesss!" Her body shook with the
long-delayed release as she balanced the entrance to her panty-covered
pussy on the head of his cock.  She was so caught up in her own release
that she didn't realize that Nick had reached orgasm as well until she felt
a warm wetness spreading between her legs and heard him crying out in
pleasure, but she couldn't move!  Her body was somehow locked in place as
she felt their connection come alive, some of the lost energy returning to
her body.  "Ugghaa!" she cried out as her orgasm extended itself upon
feeling Nick's dangerous seed soaking into her panties.  She had trouble
keeping herself aloft, and sank down a little, feeling the head of his
cock, constrained only by the stretchy fabric of her cotton underwear, push
itself between her engorged pussy lips as he continued to spurt. 
"Huhhh..." She continued to shake in orgasm, unable to move to pull away
from his seminal onslaught.

   Finally, their orgasms complete, she collapsed to the side, dislodging
his cock.  She could feel her fingers, still within her panties, damp from
his spend.  She shook in afterorgasms, the danger of what they had done its
own aphrodisiac.

   When she was able to move again, she pulled her panties off and examined
her pubic region.  Nick had pretty much basted the outside of her vagina,
and she had no idea how much of his cum might have gotten inside!  "Jesus,
Nick, I gotta go have a shower..." She turned to look at him and caught her
breath.  Somehow he had become handsome, though it seemed like his features
hadn't actually changed.  "...and you're coming with me."

   --

   "Are you sure?" Nick asked.  They were both in the bathroom, he in a
pair of sweatpants and her in just her sleep shirt, her sperm-sodden
panties having been left abandoned in his room.

   She looked over his slim form, which seemed somehow sexier to her now.
"Definitely." She pulled off her shirt and Nick gasped.  She grinned, now
fully nude, and bent over to turn the water on in the shower.  When she
turned back, Nick's pants were off and his cock was hard again. 
"Impressive," she complimented him.

   His eyes hungrily roamed her naked form, and she shuddered, feeling her
nipples harden in the cool air.  She stepped into the shower, made room for
Nick, and then slid the door closed.  She stepped back into the warm water
and moved her hands down to her crotch, making sure that all the sperm that
Nick had deposited there earlier got washed away.

   Then she felt Nick come up from behind, his arms encircling her body. 
She gasped as she felt his warm hands on her boobs, and then moaned and
moved herself back, feeling his hard cock slip between her legs.

   I am definitely not going to have sex with him, she told herself, but
she closed her thighs tightly around his member.  "Start thrusting," she
commanded him.

   He did, and she felt the top of his shaft sliding along her engorged
pussy lips, much as the underside of that wonderful cock had earlier when
she was astride him, though this time without the protection of her
panties. She looked down at the first few inches of Nick's cock as it poked
itself out between her legs on each thrust, and giggled at how it looked
like she had a penis of her own.

   Then Nick was nibbling on her neck and she nearly swooned.  "Jesus..."

   "I've never felt like this before, Veronica...you're amazing," he
breathed into her ear.

   She felt giddy, knowing that she was turning Nick on with her sexy body.
She could feel him thrusting faster between her thighs, his shaft dragging
along her prominent clit as it went.  This was too stimulating, and she
knew that she was going to cum soon.  She reached up to hold his hands as
he massaged her B-cup breasts, and then his fingers moved to her nipples.

   "Ohh!" she moaned and fell forward a little as her legs weakened.  Nick
held her up from behind, but this caused the angle of his thrusts to change
so that the head of his cock was now bumping her clitoris as he pushed and
pulled it between her legs.  Finally, she felt her orgasm explode from her
overstimulated clit and cried out, her body instinctively bending forward a
little more, which in turn modified the angle of Nick's thrusts once again.

   "Unhh!" Nick cried out from his own release.  He shifted into long
strokes, his cock nearly pulling out from between Veronica's thighs before
thrusting back between them, but with her bent forward like that, his cock
angled up, more toward her pussy lips, and as his semen erupted from the
tip, it slid along her sex, painting it with his sperm as it went.  As he
thrust forward and out from between her legs, a blast of his cum hit the
wall of the shower.  Then he pulled back, and another spurt ricocheted
between her thighs before he thrust forward again.  Veronica's incredibly
wet pussy lips parted just enough that much of his next spurt of cum went
right between them and inside her unprotected vagina.

   "Huhh!  Uhaaahuhhh..." she moaned in pleasure.  "Ohh, Nick..."

   Then he let her down to the floor of the tub.  As she sat there, she
said, "I can feel some of my energy returning, Nick.  I think we're on the
right track..." She looked down at the spermy mess he had left between her
thighs.  "...but you're gonna need to go buy some condoms."

   --

   After Veronica cleaned between her legs again, they finished their
shower and got dressed.  After breakfast, Nick turned the news on, where
they quickly found that The Jiff's problems had only gotten worse.

   The State Governor was on the news, stating that superheroes must be
held to a higher standard than everyone else, and as such, the District
Attorney was convening a jury to decide upon the merit of the shooter's
assertion that The Jiff had sexually assaulted him.  Since The Jiff seemed
to be able to quickly appear wherever he wanted at any time, the Governor
was asking him to appear in court that very afternoon.

   Then an aide rushed to the Governor's side and whispered into his ear.
"What?  Ugh...ladies and gentlemen, it appears that the Justice Warriors
have invoked the 28th Amendment.  The jury will be scrapped in favor of a
closed session with a judge." There was an uproar of questions from the
press.  "I'm sorry, everyone...that's all I can say right now."

   Nick turned the TV off.

   Veronica turned to him.  "The 28th Amendment?"

   Nick explained.  Police officers, as public servants, have no anonymity,
and if one police officer is killed or compromised by nefarious forces, the
damage is relatively minor because they're just one small cog in the great
machine of justice.  However, if a villain captured a superhero's family as
leverage, the amount of damage could be incalculable, not only because the
hero would do everything in their power to keep their loved ones safe, but
if their family were hurt or even killed, the world could experience a
'scorched earth' situation, as some Talents had enough power to destroy
entire cities in their fury.  Thus, they were afforded greater protections
for their secret identities in the form of the 28th Amendment to the
American Constitution.  Much like the 5th Amendment could be invoked if
someone under oath were asked to reveal something that could incriminate
themselves, the same could be done with the 28th Amendment if a Talent's
secret identity could be compromised by such questioning.

   Veronica frowned.  "But how would The Jiff's secret identity get
compromised from this case?"

   "Not his; my Dad's.  It was my power that caused the shooter to spooge
his tighty whities."

   Veronica chortled at that, and then caught herself.

   Nick grinned at her, but then his face fell.  "I'm gonna have to reveal
my talent to a judge."

   About an hour later, there was a knock on the door.  There was a Deputy
Sheriff there, ready to take them to the courthouse.  Nick texted his Mom
and then they left with the officer.

   --

   "Hello, Nick...come on in, and you, too, young lady." The older man in
the judge's robes ushered them into his office.  Once the door closed and
locked behind him, he went to his desk and activated a strange looking
device which emitted a sound that wasn't entirely audible but set their
teeth on edge.  He looked at them with sympathy.  "Sorry, it blocks any
signals...standard for this kind of thing." Then he opened an adjoining
door.  "Come on..."

   Whoosh!  Suddenly The Jiff and another man were in the room.

   "...in," the judge completed his invitation and sighed.  Then he closed
and locked that door as well.

   "Dad!" Nick rushed and hugged the other man.  Veronica saw that he was
tall and dark-haired, wearing a nice pale purple suit, with a domino mask
on his face.

   "Hi, Nick," the man said.  "Don't worry, Judge Edwards already knows my
secret identity, so it makes sense he'll be your judicial trust as well."
Then he removed his mask and turned to her.  "Pleased to meet you,
Veronica...I'm sorry about the situation.  Bob Lovewright."

   She smiled.  "And you, Mr.  Lovewright.  Um, if you don't mind me
asking, what's your superhero name?"

   He looked sheepish.  "Um, ah, well, I don't really use it anymore, but
it was Dr.  Eros."

   She shrugged.

   "Heh...yeah, I didn't really do much as a hero.  I'm actually a trained
psychologist, and my emotion-based powers really help with that.  I'm the
guy that heroes go to when they need counseling, so I'm sure you can
understand that our family needs this secret to be preserved, or a
supervillain may kidnap my wife or son to make me reveal everything I know,
which is actually a lot."

   "Oh my gosh!  Nick did say it was a matter of life or death...he wasn't
kidding."

   The judge cleared his throat.  "This meeting is mostly academic, as I
already knew Bob's secret, and now that it's been explained that Nick
delayed the shooter until The Jiff arrived, I can see that the charges are
baseless, and are officially dropped." He banged a small gavel to end the
proceedings.

   Bob put his mask back on.  "Sorry, Nick, but I have to head back to New
York.  I'll see you in a few days." He leaned close.  "You're taking care
of Veronica's needs?"

   "I...think we're figuring it out."

   "Good man." He squeezed a hand on his son's shoulder and then stood
back, wincing.  "I HATE this...okay, Jiff..." And then he and the
brightly-clad hero were gone.

   --

   Nick asked the Deputy Sheriff to drop them off at a corner store, where
he purchased a box of condoms, and then the teens walked home, hand in
hand.

   When they got back, Nick found a note from his mother indicating that
she was off to an overnight spa that his Dad had bought her, and she left
money for pizza.

   "She's not concerned about leaving us together overnight?" Veronica
asked, confused.

   Nick shrugged.  "I had no interest in girls prior to this, so she has no
reason to think anything's going on.  She may actually think I'm gay or
something."

   She shoved him back against the fridge.  "Since I'll be leaving
tomorrow, we'd best get working on getting my energy back, then, hm?"

   He gave her an awkward smile.  "What do you need?"

   She grinned and dropped to her knees.  Quickly, Nick's jeans and
underwear were on the floor and his cock was in her mouth.  "Hahh!  Oh,
Veronica..." With her pressing need, though, she could only handle so much
of that, and so she pulled her own jeans off and bent over the kitchen
table to present her very wet pussy to him.

   He tore open the condom box and ripped the first packet open.  "How do
I...?"

   She sighed, moved over to him, and grabbed the prophylactic.  "Figure
out which side is in versus out, pinch the tip to get the air out, or it
might pop like a balloon when you cum, line it up with the tip, and..." She
rolled it down his length.  "Voila."

   "That's French, right?  Canada's other official language?" he asked as
she bent over the kitchen table again and he lined his turgid member up
with her pussy.

   "Oui, nerd," she responded.

   After a couple of poorly aimed thrusts, the head of his penis finally
slipped inside her.  She gasped, and he pushed harder, burying several more
inches into her syrupy insides.  "Pull...back..." she urged him, and he
did. "Now push again!  Uhh!  Yes!"

   For a virgin, he was actually able to get a good rhythm going for
several minutes before he came.  Unfortunately, Veronica didn't.  "Sigh. 
Grab the base of the condom before you pull out," she advised him, "or
you'll leave it behind and make a mess."

   He did so, and then pulled the rubber off to examine it.

   She pulled up her panties and jeans.  "Now just tie it off and throw it
away." As he followed her instructions, making sure to bury it deep in the
trash lest his mother find it later, she took stock of her energy levels.
Though they had finally gone all the way and had sex, she felt much the
same.

   --

   They ordered pizza and watched TV.  Pundits on the news were complaining
that The Jiff had gotten away with sexual assault, but others agreed with
the hero's assertion that the killer probably got off on all the death.

   "A week from now, and everyone'll have forgotten this," Nick said.  "You
wanna watch a movie?"

   Veronica lay on the sofa, her head on his thigh, and didn't respond.

   "Veronica?"

   "I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm still tied to you, Nick; I
feel...incomplete." She drew in a shaky breath.  "What are we gonna do?"

   He slid his hand through her hair.  "Sit up."

   She did, and he dropped to his knees in front of her.  Taking her hands,
he directed her, "Close your eyes.  Now, take a deep breath, hold it, and
let it go.  Again.  Think of nothing...clear your mind."

   She did all these things, though clearing her mind was difficult with
her current situation.

   "Answer as quickly as you can: what's your favorite color?"

   "Orange."

   "Favorite food?"

   "Poutine."

   "What the hell is a poo-teen?  No, don't answer that...favorite pet?"

   "Cat."

   "How do you get your energy back?"

   She opened her eyes.  "Make love."

   "But we tried that, and nothing seemed to change."

   She grabbed his hands.  "That's because we didn't make love...we just
fucked; there was no emotion...our main goal was just transferring my
energy back." She stood up.

   He stood up as well.  "So...?"

   "Your room, now."

   Once in his bedroom, Nick started pulling his shirt up.  "Nope," she
told him, and he let it drop back down.  She lay back on his bed and
extended one leg.  "Rub my feet."

   Knitting his brow in confusion, he knelt, pulled one sock off, and
started rubbing her foot, starting at the heel and moving up to the arch.
"Mmm, yeah..." she sighed as she lay back.  He moved up to the ball of her
foot, and then worked on each individual toe.  Then he moved to her other
foot.  By the time he was done, she was very relaxed.

   "Okay, NOW you take off your shirt and lay on your front." He did so,
and she pulled off her jeans before straddling his back to rub at his back
and shoulders.  Despite how relaxed they both felt, they could sense energy
gathering, like shuffling your socks along a carpet.  "Turn over."

   He did, and she straddled him again, leaning forward to kiss him
lovingly.  He returned her kisses, and then she sat up and pulled off her
shirt.  She sat there, looking down at Nick as his eyes bored into her bra
and panties, as if willing them to disappear.

   She moved down and rubbed their crotches together through her underwear
and his jeans, a pleasurable but frustratingly tantalizing exercise, given
what they'd already done together, and yet she could still feel the
potential energy bubbling about them, increasing in intensity.  After a few
minutes of that, Nick raised himself up to finally unfasten Veronica's bra.
Once her B-cup breasts were free, he pulled her down upon him and took one
of her conical nipples into his mouth.

   "Uh-aah!" she moaned as she felt his warm tongue lapping at her nipple.
She pulled up off of him a bit, making sure not to dislodge his mouth, and
unfastened his jeans.

   Finally, with her nipple getting overstimulated, she drew back and
yanked Nick's jeans and underwear off.  She clambered back on top of him to
rub her panties along his very hard erection.  She stroked along his shaft,
and soon the gusset of her white panties were translucent from their
juices.

   Nick took her other nipple into his mouth and she gasped and reached
down to pull her underwear to the side.  She rubbed her bare pussy lips
along the underside of his erection, and it felt incredible for both of
them.

   "Hahh...hahh..." she gasped as Nick gave her nipple a particularly
strong suck, and she bent forward to shove it harder into his face.  As she
slid her hips back, this new angle caused half of Nick's 6" cock to slip
right up inside her incredibly wet cunt.  "Huhh!" She stopped moving and
stared wide-eyed at her lover.  He had let go of her nipple now, and was
staring back at her, waiting for her next move, which was down...all the
way down, and she moaned as she took all of him deep inside her sultry
pussy.

   "Veronica..."

   "SHH!" She closed her eyes and held herself still, feeling the thrum of
his pulse through the walls of her vagina.  She could feel the energy
crackling about them like a nimbus, causing the hairs on their arms to
stand on end.  Then she rose up slowly, keeping about half of his cock
inside her, before slipping down again.  She whimpered at how good it felt,
and did it again.  Soon she was able to get a good rhythm going, shaking
the bed in time with their lovemaking.  Her nipples felt incredibly hard as
she rode the young man.

   "Flip over," she urged him, and she rolled.  Somehow, he was able to
remain inside her as he ended up on top, still thrusting.  "Kiss me..."

   He did, and now they could almost hear the fizz of the energy crackling
about them.  She was going to cum soon, but something told her to hold off.
She tightened her core muscles, feeling her insides grip Nick's cock
firmly.

   He pulled back from the kiss.  "I'm...gonna..." He started to pull out.

   "Don't you FUCKING dare!" Veronica growled as she enveloped him with her
arms and legs and thrust up at him hard.  "Give it to me..."

   "Veronica..."

   "Give it..."

   "...unhh...Veronicaaa..."

   "...to..."

   "UNHH!" Nick thrust as deeply into her as he could and came hard.

   "...MEEEE!" Veronica screamed as she felt Nick's cock throb deep inside
her, and then the room seemed to explode along with their mutual orgasms.
Sparks flew out of his lights as the bulbs blew.  The two lovers didn't
notice, though, their eyes closed as the strongest orgasms they had ever
experienced rushed through them, the orgasmic energy bouncing back and
forth between their bodies.

   "OH GOD!" she screamed as Nick's power laid her soul bare while his
dangerous cum blasted deep inside her unprotected vagina.  As she continued
to cum, her cervix irised open and closed as their orgasms synced, allowing
entire spurts of his sperm-filled semen to penetrate her womb.

   "UHH!  OHH!" Nick moaned as he felt Veronica's excess energy leave his
body straight through his crotch, rushing up into hers with each burst of
seed his loins were able to muster.  He felt diminished, and yet it also
felt right; so right.

   Finally, he collapsed upon her, her overheated body urging the last
dregs of seed from his testicles with her afterorgasms.

   "Uhuhh..." she moaned.  "Yeah, that was it...holy fuck..."

   She felt Nick stir.  "What happened to the lights?"

   --

   Nick and Mrs.  Lovewright dropped Veronica off at the airport the next
day.  "I'm gonna walk her to the gate, Mom," Nick said.  His Mom stayed
back and gave a wave as the kids walked on.

   "Nick...fuck...I think I love you," she told him quietly.

   He smiled.  "I love you too!  I wasn't sure if it was just me, or if
you'd still like me after you got your energy back." He took her hand as
they continued.  "I think there's still a part of you in me...not energy,
like before, but we're still connected, y'know?"

   She squeezed his hand.  "Yeah, I feel it too.  There's a part of each of
us in each other now."

   "Can I come visit you in...Winnipeg, was it?"

   "Yeah, but do you like the cold?  There's a reason we call it Winterpeg.
Plus there are bird-sized mosquitoes."

   He frowned.  "Maybe you could come back and visit?"

   She turned and kissed him.  "Maybe I can transfer down here for
university.  We have each other's email addresses.  I'll miss you, you
know. Here's the gate...gotta go...love you."

   "Love you."

   --

   There was indeed a bit of Veronica in Nick, but a lot more of Nick in
Veronica.  A couple days later, his sperm reached their preprogrammed
target and swarmed her vulnerable egg, starting their new lives together a
bit earlier than they had planned.  It all worked out in the end, though.
To paraphrase the Rolling Stones, life doesn't always give you what you
want, but sometimes it gives you what you need.

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