Message-ID: <7494eli$9801191714@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Morg105829 Subject: Kathy by Morgan (M/F) Chapter 14 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <38fe75c4.34c28b01@aol.com> To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us From: morg105829@aol.com Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapter 14 (M/F) (268 lines) January 18, 1998 Thanks for the (mostly) friendly comments. This is the sixteenth section of a book that runs 26 chapters. Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning. It will make no sense otherwise. I hope to have the balance of the book posted within a week or so. Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated. Contact me at morg105829@aol.com. Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply. Permission is granted to repost, but only on non- commercial sites. Please inform me if you do so. "Kathy" (c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan. Book II Chapter 14 Kathy awakened in her bed with sunlight streaming through the window. Sally was standing at her bedside looking unhappy. After stretching luxuriantly, she said brightly, "Good morning, Sally. What time is it, anyway?" "Good morning. It's nearly eleven and I'm very sorry I awakened you." "Don't be silly. I haven't slept this late in months," said Kathy as she got to her feet and disap peared into the bathroom. She emerged a few minutes later after brushing her teeth. "Why are you looking so unhappy?" she asked with the concern showing in her voice. "I hope you didn't get bad news about Jim!" Sally brightened. "Oh, no! I called the hospital and he's fine. I am going to see him tonight." Kathy was seeing Sally for the first time in good light. The girl was wearing skin-tight blue jeans, a loose sweater, and a pair of moccasins with no socks. The girl had beautiful auburn hair, brilliant green eyes and lovely features. Kathy studied her carefully. Sally reddened under her gaze and continued, "It's not Jim, it's your apartment. He's the electronics technician, I'm not. I've never seen such a place. Everything is electrical! I'm so inept, I couldn't even figure out how to draw your drapes. I tried to draw them so you could sleep longer. Then I decided to try to fix breakfast, but the kitchen scares me. And I couldn't even figure out how to make my shower work. And I know I look like a slob, but..." "I'm so sorry. I was just admiring your beauty. Sally, I think you're a doll. It's none of my business, but are you wearing anything under those jeans?" Sally blushed crimson and shook her head, no. "I was going to work and we wear those little uniforms. They're built sort of like a girdle and they're strapless with kind of a built-in bra. With the side cut, you can't be sure even bikini briefs won't show so..." She held her head up straight and finished the speech. "No, Miss Smith. I am not wearing any underwear. I'm sorry for embarrassing you. I'll leave now." Kathy smiled fondly. She liked this lovely little sailor. "Sally, you will like hell leave! First, for God's sake, it's Kathy, not Miss Smith. Miss Smith sounds like a maiden 64-year-old school teacher. Second, you seem like a bright girl. I hope you've noticed what I'm wearing... or not wearing. I apologize to you. I seldom wear clothes around my apartment. You probably noticed that there is no view into the apartment except from straight overhead. You've noticed that I have no pubic hair. It's a foible I have and I've gotten used to. I hope I'm not embarrassing *you*. You mentioned breakfast, which reminds me, I'm starving. And it's Sunday. I love a big breakfast on Sunday. How about you? I'll start cooking while you check at the front door for the Sunday paper." By the time Kathy finished her recital, Sally was smiling happily. Kathy padded off to the kitchen while Sally retrieved the paper. She asked if she could help and was told that the biggest help would be to sit down and let the demon cook work. Kathy made a breakfast of omelettes with pecan-smoked bacon, and waffles with butter and pure maple syrup. "Since you're in the Navy and surviving, I assume you drink coffee?" She nodded and Kathy poured it. "Sally, I'm embarrassed. I don't even know your last name. I gather Jim is a boy friend, and I don't know his, either." Sally put out her hand, "I'm Sarah Fitzgerald, but I'm called Sally; Jim is James O'Rourke. I am very pleased to meet you." Kathy took the girl's hand and was pleased with the firmness of her grip. She hated limp handshakes from anyone. Glancing at the front page of the paper, Kathy noticed that the temperature was expected to reach the upper seventies. She looked at Sally speculatively. "Do you swim?" Sally looked puzzled but answered that she did. "Come on then, let's take advan tage of the day!" She led the way through her bathroom, opened the sliding door to the pool deck, and checked the temperature. For a change, the weather man had got it right. "I don't think you want to swim in those do you? Those sweaters get terribly heavy when they're wet," she said with a grin. Sally had long since become accustomed to Kathy's nudity and had guiltily wanted to be bare as well. She lost no time in stripping off her sweater and jeans after kicking off her mocs. She stood in front of Kathy with a question in her eyes. "Turn around slowly," Kathy said bemusedly. Sally was a smaller girl than Kathy, standing five feet four inches tall. The uniform she wore at Charley's may have been made like a corset, but obviously Sally Fitzgerald didn't need one. Whiteness across her loins showed where they had been covered by a bikini. There was no similar mark across her breasts. Like Kathy's, Sally's breasts were high and firm but not overly large. She had a small patch of red pubic hair. Sally blushed with the color beginning at her loins and rapidly spreading upward. She had seen that Kathy had noticed the remains of an even tan covering her breasts. She answered Kathy's unasked question. "I looked everywhere but I couldn't find a suit whose bra matched the line of my uniform at work, so I just leave the bra off when I can." Kathy grinned. "You look perfect to me. What does Jim think?" she asked, guessing that Sally's relationship with the young man was more serious than she would admit even to herself. As she asked the question, she manipulated the controls on her shower. The water flooded out from all directions. She motioned to the smaller girl and they both stepped in. This time, Sally didn't blush. "He always wants me to take the bottom off, too, but usually I won't." She jumped a little as Kathy turned down the water flow and the girls started soaping themselves. When Sally reached her buttocks, Kathy noticed there really were bruises showing. Kathy probed a particularly dark one with her fingers and Sally yelped. "You weren't kidding about the pinches, were you?" "No, I wasn't," she said ruefully. "I try to keep Jim from seeing them. He gets furious. I try to face him which usually works okay. He's a boob man, and he really likes mine. He likes to weigh them in his hands. Anyway, concentrating on my boobs keeps him from looking at my bottom." Sally started to laugh, remembering a scene from the past. "Once, a guy gave me a really hard pinch and I yelped. Jim got mad and decked the guy!" "That doesn't sound funny. What did you do?" "I decked *him*. I told him that I worked there, and it was bad for business to hit the custom ers." While Sally was talking, Kathy was soaping her own body. "Kathy, you really are magnifi cent, you know." When she finished, Kathy activated all the jets again and the girls moved under the sprays. "This is heaven," Sally said. "I could stay in here forever." "We can finish later. Let's go." She led the way to the pool and dove in. Sally followed moments later. They stroked side by side up and down the pool. Sally was a smooth and powerful swimmer and had no difficulty keeping up. As they moved, Kathy could feel the tension in her muscles ease. She figured it was the aftermath of the events of the previous night. Finally exhausted, she hauled herself out of the pool with the smaller girl following smoothly behind her. After hauling out two mats, the girls soaked up the November sunshine. Kathy awakened feeling cool. She and Sally had almost immediately fallen asleep. It was the drop in temperature caused by the late hour that had awakened her. The smaller girl was still sleeping on her back, but Kathy could see her shiver a little in her sleep. "Come on sleepyhead. Let's go!" Sally opened her eyes and shivered. "Good Heavens. What time is it? I must have slept for hours!" Kathy replied, "Judging by the sun, I guess it's about three. You're cold! Let's warm up." Earlier, Kathy had activated the sauna so it was up to temperature as the girls entered the room with its dry heat. Kathy poured water on the rocks which instantly flashed to steam. She joined Sally on the bench and they leaned back to enjoy the moist warmth. After sweat had been pouring from her pores for a while, she showed Sally how the scraping technique worked. Finally, Sally said, "Can we leave, now? There's not nearly as much of me as there is of you, and I think at least half of what was there just melted!" Kathy laughed at the quip. "Do you feel brave, Sally? Do you want to go the whole hog with a sauna?" "What do you mean?" the girl asked. "In Finland where they originated this device of torture they do it in the winter. They also beat each other with birch twigs in the sauna, but we passed on that and settled for scraping. In the winter, before going into the sauna they cut a hole in the ice of the lake outside. When they get out of the sauna they jump into the freezing water. It closes the pores in a hurry! I think there is some religious significance to the whole thing, but I'm not sure. I don't have a frozen lake, but I do have a cold-water pool that I'm going to jump into. Do you want to join me?" "Lead on, boss! I'll try almost anything once," the small girl replied. Kathy opened the sauna door and jumped feet first into the circular pool. After the instantaneous shock, the water felt good and then cold. She let her head break the surface. Sally was looking in the water with concern showing on her face because Kathy had stayed under so long. When her head bobbed to the surface, Sally smiled in relief and jumped. She, too, stayed under, emulating Kathy's performance. When she bobbed to the surface, Kathy said, "What do you think of it, Sally?" "I think I'm freezing my tits off, is what I think. Can we get out now?" The two girls quickly emerged and went back to Kathy's shower. In an instant, warm water flooded over them. This time Kathy produced shampoo and conditioner. As their bodies recovered from the thermal shock, they washed each other's hair. "I love your hair, Sally. The color is glorious. You're the first redhead I've ever met who can tan." "Thank you. I appreciate the comment from a girl whose hair is 24-carat gold! Yours is magnificent. Why don't you just let it grow? I couldn't imagine anything sexier than letting that gold flow over your breasts and over your man's chest and... I'm sorry, Kathy. I'm getting carried away. Who's your boyfriend, by the way?" "I don't have one yet. I'm still hoping," said Kathy. Sally looked at her thoughtfully, "Have you tried a classified ad? That works sometimes." With that, she fled from the shower, but not before Kathy landed a hard swat on her rump. When Kathy got out of the shower, the smaller girl was ruefully rubbing her bruised rump and talking to herself. "When are you going to learn, Fitzgerald? When *will* you learn not to antagonize big brutes when you have a bruised ass? When?" "Follow me," Kathy said with an impassive expression on her face. They made their way to the exercise room where Kathy had the girl lie face down on a massage table. Kathy went to her supply of lotions and found the one she was looking for. Gently, she worked it into the girl's bruised buttocks. Then she massaged the rest of her body. When she finished, she covered the girl with a soft blanket and let her sleep. At five-thirty she went back to the exercise room. Sally was just waking up. She looked like a small girl with her eyes full of sleep. Tenderly, Kathy lifted the blanket and lightly ran her fingers over the girl's bruises. "Does that feel any better? I apologize. I forgot the bruises. Lady, I'm going to see about armoring the uniform bottoms with Kevlar when we reorder. You are hurt." Sally sprang lightly from the table without saying a word. She motioned Kathy to take her place on the table. A little fearfully, she did, lying on her stomach. Sally motioned her over on her back. The girl examined the massage lotions. Her eyes lit up when she found what she wanted. Then she started to work on Kathy with strong yet gentle fingers. Kathy could feel her muscles warm and relax as the fingers did their work. Sally rolled her over and started to work on her legs, moving up her thighs to her buttocks. As the warmth spread Kathy fell into a sound sleep. At seven-thirty she opened her eyes to see Sally studying her face. "Smith, I hate you! Not only are you beautiful when you sleep, you're even beautiful at the moment of awakening! That's disgusting! It's... It's... It's sinful!" Her words and her tone were belied by the lovely smile on her face. "Come on sleepy head. Time to move. I called the hospital and they said I could see Jim until eleven. I have to get going." Kathy looked at her. "May I visit, too? I'm driving you back to the base." Sally looked surprised but nodded. After a quick dinner, Kathy sat the girl down and went to work on a hairdo that she had thought of. Sally was delighted with the result. "I don't know what you did, but it makes me look like a pixie in a very seductive way. And that's a contradic tion in terms, I know." With reluctance, she pulled on her jeans. Kathy helped with her sweater to avoid spoiling her new hairdo. Then she went to her room and came back tugging on a pair of skin-tight Levi's of her own which she topped with a Yale sweatshirt. She put on a pair of moccasins and they were off. While driving toward the base, she probed Sally's plans. "Sally, last night at Charley's you said you wanted to be a lawyer. Were you serious?" "Honestly, Kathy, I was more hoping than planning. I'm going to be twenty-two when my enlistment is up. Jim will be twenty-two, also. He wants to study electrical engineering at Cal Tech. The big lug is smart enough to do it, too. But there's just not enough money I'm afraid. I'm saving a lot of my Navy pay and we get good educational benefits. As you gathered, Jim doesn't like me working at Charley's and getting mauled. The only reason he hasn't hauled me off by my hair already is that the money is good and I save it all." When they arrived at the hospital, Sally showed her Navy ID, and Kathy identified herself. They went up to the ward where Jim was lying in bed. Kathy realized the talk today had helped Sally sort out her feelings. When they reached his bedside, Sally looked beautiful and Jim said so. She said, "Jim, I would like you to meet my friend, Kathy Smith, who saved your life last night. Kathy, this is Jim O'Rourke, who keeps asking me to marry him. Can you imagine marrying a big lug who's so dumb he thinks he can walk through bullets?" With a soft cry, Sally cradled his face in her hands and kissed him lovingly on the lips. Ignoring Kathy, Jim put his hand under her sweater and cupped a breast. Sally continued to kiss him while mewing softly. Then she put her hand over his and held it there. Finally she pulled herself away. The previous night Kathy had not had a good look at Jim. He was big and powerfully muscled, standing about six feet three, and weighing over 200. He had black hair and blue eyes, which didn't leave Sally. Kathy approached the bed and extended her left hand so he could grip it with his. When he smiled at her, he showed even white teeth. Kathy thought he was a very handsome young man. "Miss Smith," Jim said, "I owe you my life. The guys I was with last night said that I would have been a dead man if it hadn't been for you. I was looking at the gunmen. They had a kill-craze in their eyes when they started shooting. I thought I was gone for sure. Suddenly, they folded up like puppets with their strings cut. Thank you." As he spoke, Kathy could see tears forming in his eyes. By the time he finished, they were streaming down his cheeks. He turned toward Sally who had a tissue and started gently drying his eyes. "As for you, young lady! I spent all day thinking about you and about us. I love you so much, Sally! I decided something. You admire Miss Smith enormously and want to follow in her footsteps. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for her. We're going to pool our money, and we're going to use it for you to go to USC and then on to USC Law School. There are a lot of jobs in Southern California for a top electronics technician and I am one. We'll do just fine. When you finish, you can support me!" he said with an attempt at a grin. He continued. "Miss Smith, would you believe this little twit has combined SAT's of almost 1550? She really does." Kathy was trying desperately to keep from crying. These two young people were obviously so deeply in love and now Jim was preparing to sacrifice his career for his future wife's. She managed to control herself and speak without her voice cracking. "If you call me Miss Smith one more time, James O'Rourke, I'll hit you right where the bullet went in. Ask your future wife if I can hit. She's still rubbing her cute little ass." At that point Sally spoke up firmly. There was not even a quiver in her voice. "No, you will not, Jim O'Rourke. I'll be barefoot, pregnant and home with the kids. Kathy, he didn't tell you he got an even 800 on SAT math... And 800 on AP Physics... And 800 on AP Math B&C. Of course, we don't talk about his SAT English scores. The poor dear is only marginally literate. That's why I feel sorry for him and have to take care of him." "Jim," Kathy asked changing the subject, "is it true that Sally decked you at Charley's one night after you flattened a customer?" Jim grinned and rubbed his jaw. "I'm afraid it is. I was on the floor. She has an absolutely wicked right cross!" Sally went back into Jim's good arm and was kissing him passionately when Kathy quietly left the room. Neither knew she had gone. Kathy wondered how long it would take them to figure out how to make love in the hospital bed without hurting his wounded arm. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |