Message-ID: <32615asstr$1001250602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: PJcocoa@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 02:16:49 EDT Subject: {ASSM} First Impressions [2] {Gary} (ScFi Mf solo?) Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 09:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly First Impressions Chapter 2 By Gary (ScFi, nosex) Copyright © 2001 My not so standard disclaimer: If you aren't supposed to be reading this because of your age, or where you live, then I don't want you to read this, either. It isn't that I believe 'minors' don't have prurient thoughts or engage in 'adult' activities. I know damned well that they do. It IS that there are laws which could get both of us (but mainly ME) in trouble. My email requesting the continuation of this story lead me to premature posting. If you have specific suggestions for this or subsequent chapters, feel free to contact me by clicking on the link above or sending e-mail to Pjcocoa@aol.com. I like regular feedback, too. It's the only payment I get. First Impressions - Chapter 2 I truly enjoyed anointing Pat and Julie with moisturizer. Tactilely, they were soft and pliant and warm - I suppose that stirred other memories. At this stage in their development, they were like babies, puppies, and kittens - they enjoyed physical contact and a soft, reassuring voice. Maybe some day they'd have a few words that they would recognize, but now the tone and volume were the important elements. Jay had invited one of her friends, Elaine (with bronze Zander), to sleep over. Elaine was the first of her fire lizard-owning friends to visit since Impression (I capitalized the Day in my mind) and I couldn't help but attach some significance to that. As usual Jay was showing off her domestic skills by doing something in the kitchen. Since her mother passed away, I've only insisted that she know *how*; most times we'd eat reheated frozen dinners or something from the burger joints in town. I always tried to hit the four basic food groups: Stouffer's, Banquet, Healthy Choice, and Fast. Elaine sat on the couch, Zander on her shoulder. I sat at my computer, a FreeCell game ignored, while tending to my faire. I could feel her eyes on us, but other than my crooning to Pat and Julie, there was no conversation. Then she sighed. I watched surreptitiously as she soothed Zander, who stirred at her sigh, until he returned to his somnolence. Pat and Julie were more vocal, softly harmonizing their pleasure at being caressed, as I worked Oil of Olay into their hides. One of the fire lizards, a blue, had gone *between* and not returned, possibly a victim to dry, cracked skin in the cold of between. Elaine from her vantage and I through Jay had managed to convince the remaining girls of the importance of this ritual. Jay chose that moment to bring her first platter of cookies from the kitchen. With her mouth full (an unbreakable habit) she warned that they were still hot and we should be careful. My hands were still covered with moisturizer. I cleared my throat to get Jay's attention and held up my slimy digits; Jay smiled and stuck a cookie between my teeth. I smiled a cookie-faced smile while inhaling air around the cookie to cool it. I winked at Jay. Elaine took a cookie and held it with just her nails. She took a small bite and had to suck a little cooling air herself. I winked at her, too, eliciting a blush. I finished my ablutions with Pat and Julie while somehow eating the cookie without dropping a crumb. I reached for a towelette from the dispenser I kept handy and wiped my hands. I then used the towelette to remove a crumb from the corner of my lips before disposing of it in a wastebasket. Pat and Julie both climbed my chest and crawled past the open top button of my shirt to nestle in the warmth between shirt and shoulder. "Jay tells me you might be able to answer a few questions about fire lizard eggs," I said, without preamble. Elaine's head whipped up, eyes wide, looking for Jay. But Jay was back in the kitchen, busy with the next tray of cookies. She looked at me. I looked back, eyebrows raised slightly. I did my best not to convey anger or accusation, just curiosity. She didn't know what to say. A silence grew while we looked at each other. "Jay won't tell me anything herself." I broke the silence first. "She's honoring an oath, and I promised to respect that. But she did say she could introduce me to someone who could answer my questions, and you're the first she's invited over since the hatching. Am I guessing wrong?" I never raised my voice, but never broke eye contact. Elaine wanted to tell someone. I could see it in her eyes. Perhaps she'd shared parts of the story with her friends, but none of them knew it all, just what they needed to known to get their promises of secrecy. Could she tell me? She had to trust someone. She sighed and looked away. "I read a lot." It began as simply as that. She couldn't look at me. "I read a lot of science fiction and fantasy, especially. When I read the Dragonrider trilogy, I fell in love with a place called Pern, and the people who lived there. Do you know the books?" She glanced at me and I nodded, smiling. "Anyway, I read all the stories about Pern. I loved the ones with Menolly, like Dragonsong and Dragonsinger. I wanted to be Menolly, with her talent and her voice, and people loved her, and she had a fairof fire lizards... "But I can't sing very well, and I can't write poems or music, so it wasn't a very realistic dream. But my dreams at night, they - I - it was, like, I could picture the fire lizards flying around. I could feel them in my dreams. I could feel... happiness, and... curiosity, and..." she blushed, looking at her sneakers "other things," she finished weakly. She looked at me again. "I could make a fair guess about the 'other things'," I said with a trace of a smile, "but I wouldn't want to embarrass you." She blushed again, but continued. "One night a while ago, I was having one of those dreams. One with 'other things' in it. And it suddenly turned into a nightmare. I felt afraid, more than afraid. It was like watching a horror movie when the bad guy jumps out, only even more intense. And I could feel heat and fear, and I guess my mind screamed 'Come to me' because I was where it was safe, you know? I don't think I yelled out loud because nobody woke up, not even me, right away. "And it was, like, gone. Just stopped all of a sudden, and I woke up. And I'm all covered with sweat and confused and still shaking, and it was all so real I don't know what to think." She looked at me. "Does any of this make sense to you?" "Actually, it does," I nodded. "You may not be able to compose or sing, but if you were born on Pern during the ninth pass, I think you'd be able to talk to dragons. You'd be 'Searched', and you would impress a queen. I think you've been linked with fire lizards on a planet far away, centuries before the first humans will arrive there. What happened next? Or should I tell you my guesses?" Elaine could only stare, mouth open, for the moment. She had figured out that she was linked to fire lizards, if only in her dreams. But talk with dragons? I thought she would be able to talk with dragons? That idea had never occurred to her. She wanted to be like Menolly; I compared her to Lessa and Brekke. Her mind boggled. Seeing she was unable for the moment to continue, I did. "You lost the link because the fire lizard you were linked to obeyed you. She went between, coming to you. It sounds like she had completed a mating flight when a volcano erupted, and she panicked, and you provided an image, a destination, she could escape to. You were her lifeline to safety." Elaine nodded. "I think that was it." She shuddered at the memory. "After what seemed like forever, sitting up in my bed scared out of my wits, she just appeared out of thin air, and dropped on me. That scared me almost as much as the dream." She paused to swallow. "I had had these vivid dreams, and I knew what a fire lizard looked like, and it wasn't exactly the image artists have put on the web, but close. But to have one drop on you?" She shuddered again. "And she was so cold, and still, and I could barely feel her. She was afraid, more than anything, but so weak." Elaine paused again. Her eyes had misted over, and she needed to wipe them before she could continue. I got up from the computer desk and moved carefully, mindful of the fire lizards, to join her on the couch. I put my arms around her shoulders to comfort her. Elaine was grateful. She needed that, just now, and put her head against my chest. She would have used a shoulder, but those were occupied. "She had traveled an unimaginable distance between, which McCaffrey describes as cold. She must have arrived in hypothermia, and possibly in shock," I said softly. "You couldn't know, when you called out to her, how dangerous the trip would be. Remember Lessa's ride to bring the old timers forward?" Elaine sniffed, then spoke into my chest; "She was so cold, and tired, and scared. I carried her to the bathroom and ran a sink full of warm water. My mom put my feet in a bucket of warm water when I played outside too long and my lips turned blue. And I held her head above water and rubbed her and talked to her, and she was trembling and twitching and I was so scared..." "You did good. You did the right thing. You felt her fear, and she felt yours, but you acted; you didn't give up, and neither did she. That's important, too." Elaine rocked in my arms as I spoke softly. Jay handed her a soda, and she drank deeply. Jay sat on the ottoman - she had never heard these parts, and was fascinated. "Thank you. I didn't know how much I needed to tell someone." And she had needed to tell someone. I could almost feel the fear became a more distant memory as she sat cradled in my comforting arms. Finally, she could continue. "When she seemed warm enough, and stopped shaking, I wrapped her in a towel and put her in my bed. I got the heating pad from the bathroom closet and plugged it in and put the towel on it. It got too warm for me, but I wanted her to be warm, so I stayed with her. "She never left my bed. She never flew again. Her wings might have been damaged from the cold - I didn't know how to check. I snuck scraps of food from the kitchen to feed her, and I kept the door to my room closed all the time. At least my family respected my privacy that much. Nobody bothered us. "I came home from school one day and there they were, she'd laid her eggs on the heating pad. I guess she knew she couldn't return to her hatching grounds, could hardly move, but she laid her eggs just the same. Oh, Mr. B, she was so weak! Laying the eggs must have taken all her strength. I hoped she would last to see them hatch, like that queen who lost her rider, but she disappeared that night." Elaine was openly sobbing now. I hugged her tighter, murmuring softly. Pat raised her head with a querulous chirrup, and began nuzzling Elaine's hair gently. Julie joined in as well. When Zander awoke on her shoulder and began to stroke his knobby head against her chin, she felt the warmth and comfort like a tangible cloak, and her tears began to ebb. I know, because I felt it, too. When Jay waggled a cookie under her nose, she managed a chuckle. Enveloped in sympathy and understanding, which was magnified by her link with Zander and even sensed from Pat and Julie, Elaine felt better than she had in months. She felt she could remain cocooned in this feeling forever. The links told me as much. Of course, other priorities intervened. I noticed the shift in the color of those swirling eyes first. Someone was getting hungry. Jay noticed, too, and fetched a prepared platter from the refrigerator via the microwave "Just to take the chill off," she said. Everyone was soon busy, keeping hungry fire lizards from awakening the neighbors. Awakening. Sometime during Elaine's revelations and comforting, the summer sun had gone down. That meant it was probably quite late. A wall clock confirmed it was approaching 10 PM. Where had the time gone? "Do you have to work tonight, Dad?" Jay asked. It was my normal wake-up time on work nights. "Not tonight. The Friday Night to Saturday morning shift is the only one where two people are scheduled, and I requested time off." To Elaine I explained, "We have five people working four ten-hour shifts each. Two work from 11 PM to 9 AM. One of those works Tuesday, through Friday, the other Friday through Monday - that's me. The evening shift works from 3 PM to 1 AM, Saturday through Tuesday and Wednesday through Saturday. A day shift guy works 7 AM to 5 PM Saturday through Tuesday. The Superintendent works Monday through Friday, 8 AM to 4:30 PM, and covers the odd day shifts." Elaine listened politely, not really caring but I could tell she was glad I was here tonight, and glad I was available to talk to, and easy to talk to. She told me so. I smiled. "It's really easy to listen, when you have empathic amplifiers in each ear. Jay can tell you I haven't always been easy to get along with. Particularly when we first moved here." "You had a lotta reasons for being a bear back then, Dad," she defended. "You're a lot easier to live with now." I laughed. "That's true, and you were some of them. You've gotten easier to live with, too." Elaine said, "It's hard to picture you as a grouchy old bear, even though Jay has told me some things. I see you now, and I can't picture it." "I have trouble picturing it, and I lived it," I said, softly. "You know the one about the frog and the scorpion?" Elaine shook her head. "The river is rising and a frog and a scorpion are on a little island that's about to be underwater. The frog, of course, can easily escape. The scorpion pleads, 'Let me ride to safety on your back.' The frog says 'How do I know you won't sting me to death?' The scorpion points out 'If I did that, we'd both drown.' So the frog agrees. Being helpful is in his nature. The scorpion climbs on his back and they start across. Halfway there, the scorpion stings the frog, and they both drown, because that's in his nature." Elaine just looked at me. What was the point here? "Being happy and easy to get along with is in my nature," I said. "People have remarked on it most of my life. When things happen to change the way you are, sooner or later, you return to your nature. Even the scorpion could only make it half-way against his nature." "Enough of this. Time for you girls to pretend to get ready to sleep. Try not to stay awake past two - if you do, Jay wakes up grumpy. It's her nature." Jay used the bathroom first, emerging in a size XXL Chocoholics Tee shirt. On the front it said "Chocoholics 12 Step Program"; on the back, "Never be more than 12 steps from chocolate". Elaine thought it was cute. When Elaine was brushing her teeth, I performed my own ablutions in the master bath, which shared a wall. A toilet flushed. A sink ran. She left the bathroom as I was coming down the hallway in the opposite direction. I ostentatiously covered my eyes as she went past, causing Elaine to smile. I almost stumbled when I felt the emotional relay from our fire lizards. Elaine was checking me out! But I continued by without a backward glance. She watched me seat myself in front of the computer. Shortly I heard the familiar sounds of the modem, followed by "Welcome" and "You've got mail." I still felt a tinge of what I guessed was interest, as she continued to Jay's room. Elaine and Jay talked for hours. They talked about the usual things, boys, driver's licenses, boys, clothes, boys, makeup and jewelry, boys... Some time after midnight, Elaine casually asked, "So, does your Dad, like date a lot?" "No," Jennifer yawned. "He says he's waiting 'til I move out, 'cause two women under one roof is trouble. That's like a Chinese idiot-gram or something." "Maybe he's seeing someone and not telling you," Elaine probed. "I'd know. He's always home. A couple of times he went out to the bar down the street with some people from work, but they were all guys." "Does your Dad drink a lot?" "No. The times he went out, his friends teased him about getting fucked up on three beers. He kept a six-pack of beer in the fridge for, like, a year. We used to have hard stuff around, but he got rid of it 'cause we kept drinking it and he caught on." "Did you get in a lot of trouble?" "No, he just dumped it all down the kitchen sink." "Cool. My Dad would've whipped my ass and grounded me forever. Like when he caught me smoking." "I didn't know you smoked." "I don't - now. My ol' man like to tore me a new asshole. Grounded me for three months. Checked my room every day, sniffing for smoke. So I quit. What did your Dad do when he caught you?" Jay sighed. "He got this look on his face, real sad-like, you know?" Elaine murmured an affirmative noise in the dark. "He said, 'I smoke, so I'm not going to be a hypocrite' and then he said he was disappointed in me, and he hoped I'd quit before it was too late. Then he started buying my cigarettes, so I wouldn't use lunch money or steal his." She paused. "Then he showed me how much my cigarettes were costing every week and cancelled my allowance to pay for them." "He buys your cigarettes?" Elaine asked. "Yeah. He says this way he can track how much I smoke and he gets to give me shit if he thinks I smoke too much. But you and Steph are the only friends I have that don't smoke, and he doesn't care if the others smoke at our house. He doesn't tell their parents or anything." Eventually, the two girls drifted off to sleep. Elaine woke up confused. It took a moment to remember where she was. This was Jay's room, in Mr. B's house, and she was in a sleeping bag on an air mattress on the floor. Jay was in another sleeping bag, her futon arranged as a couch instead of a bed. It was still dark. Why had she awakened? It was a dream, a hot, sweaty, intimate dream. She could feel her nipples pushing against her tee shirt, very sensitive and the feelings from below... It wasn't like the "other things" in her fire lizard dreams she had avoided talking about, and yet it was. Zander was asleep, and the sensations still continued. She squirmed around in the sleeping bag, unable to find a 'comfortable' position. It was as though an unseen... what? hand? tongue? Something was caressing her, from head to toe and back again, lavishing attention on her erogenous zones - she was turning into all erogenous zone. Her hands went to cover her nipples and pussy, to fend off the unseen, unknown, but thoroughly felt assailant. But there was nothing to touch, nothing to push away, and her hands turned against her as well, rubbing, pinching, and squeezing in concert with the phantom force. Her climax was sudden and intense. She inhaled sharply and her throat constricted, curtailing what Elaine was certain would have been an ear-piercing scream, if only she could let it out. She rode the waves of orgasm until - again without warning - her body completely relaxed. Her breath came out as one long sigh, her throat now too relaxed to wail. She lay still, her heart pounding, her breath short and panting, bewildered by what had happened. She had had dreams, and daydreams while she fondled herself, and those "other" fire lizard dreams. None had ever been this personal, this intense. What was happening to her? She heard the creaking of a bed, then saw light under the door. Mr. B was up. Had he sensed anything? Was he aware of the dream as well? Elaine blushed as deeply as she ever had. She would be mortified if she had sent her incredibly erotic vision to him via their fire lizards. She heard a toilet flush, and a water running. It sounded like a shower. Well, she was hot and sticky; perhaps when Mr. B finished his, she would take one in the main bathroom, if the hot water lasted long enough. After a short while, the shower stopped. Elaine had had time to catch her breath and calm down. If Mr. B had a wet dream, he probably wouldn't associate it with her - didn't guys have those dreams all the time? She waited until the light went out under the door, then gathered her clean clothes and got out of the sleeping bag. The tee shirt she'd gone to bed in was still damp, and clung everywhere. She left the bag open to air out and dry. Elaine padded down the hallway to the main bathroom. A nightlight in the bathroom cast enough light to navigate the length of the hallway. Halfway there, Mr. B entered the hallway from the other end, an open diet coke bottle in one hand. They came to a halt on either side of the lighted dimly doorway, both mostly in shadow. "You're up," he stated the obvious. She could make out that he was clad only in boxers. "So are you," Elaine contributed to the scintillating conversation. Could he tell how disheveled she looked? Would he identify that "freshly fucked" look in the shadows? Could he see her blushing? "I'm sorry," he said. "Why?" Elaine took a half-step further into darkness. He could! Somehow he knew, and was trying to save her embarrassment. Elaine blushed more deeply. She'd blushed a lot in the last day - humiliation was becoming a constant companion. "It was my fault. I should have realized Pat and Julie would pick up my, ah, feelings, and broadcast them. That you would feel them too." He looked at the floor. "Can you forgive me?" He thought that he had caused the dream. "Elaine blurted, "It's not your fault! I can't control my dreams, and Zander must have sent..." "Mine weren't dreams," he interrupted. "I was wide awake. The dream didn't come from you; it came from me." Was he blushing? It was so hard to tell in this light. "Oh," she said in a small voice. It works both ways. Then she giggled. He looked up and cocked his head. "What's so funny?" "I wonder if eight other girls woke up tonight feeling what I felt." Distress warred with mirth on his face, and lost. He managed a rueful chuckle, followed by a snort. "I sure hope not. Pat and Julie have met Zander and you, but none of the others, yet. And you were less than twenty feet away. I sure hope there's a range limit on this sort of thing, or the future is going to very interesting to say the least." Elaine thought about the implications for a moment, and clapped a hand over her mouth to suppress the laughter that threatened to erupt. "If any time any of us are fu.. fooling around, all of us know about it, we're all going to spend a lot of time blushing." "Are you blushing now, Elaine? he asked, grinning. "Big time. And I bet you are, too," she giggled. "If I blush any harder, I'll have a stroke." They both giggled uncontrollably for some time. When one would stop, the other would continue afresh. Finally, Mr. B regained control. "Elaine, you've read all of the Pern books, right?" He turned serious. She wrestled with herself for control, and managed a nod. "Do you remember when Menolly and Sebell were alone in the boat and Sebell's queen rose..." he trailed off. Elaine's eyes grew round. She hadn't thought that far ahead. Now she was contemplating a mating flight. Mr. B was anticipating... He nodded, seeing that she was beginning to understand the implications. "Tonight, Pat and Julie were asleep, and just radiating my emotions. When the time comes for them to rise..." "Ohmigod. And all the males belong to.." "...teenaged girls." he finished for her. "If tonight was any indication, those are going to be some interesting flights." Elaine stood in stunned silence, and not a little trepidation. She wanted to take comfort in Mr. B's arms, but in many ways he was the source of her anxiety. She took a hesitant step forward and stopped, squarely in the light from the doorway. What should she, could she do? Mr. B could not avert his gaze. Elaine's damp tee shirt still clung to he body, particularly her breasts. He closed his eyes and stepped forward to envelop her in a loose embrace. Elaine relaxed into his arms. An instant later, three fire lizards circled over their heads, wheeling awkwardly in the confined space of the hallway. Mr. B raised his arms parallel to the floor and all three immediately alighted. Zander awkwardly climbed to Elaine's shoulder, sharp claws causing both humans to flinch. Three pairs of eyes of eyes radiated concern at finding their master and mistress gone, slowing to a swirling green now that they were found. Mr. B turned Elaine in his arms, and propelled her into the bathroom. "Clean up," he said mildly, closing the bathroom door. Elaine spun on her heal, a retort on her lips, to find the closed door ignoring her. Belatedly, she realized that Mr. B was attempting to exercise restraint and self-control. She should too, she told herself, but remembering the feelings of arousal so short a time ago, she wasn't sure she wanted to. Elaine pulled the tee shirt over her head and pulled the panties away from her crotch and off. The panties resisted; they were quite sticky. She adjusted the temperature of the shower and stepped in. She lathered a washcloth and passed it over her body, paying an inordinate amount of attention to her breasts and pussy. She dropped the cloth and continued washing her most sensitive areas by hand. The knock on the shower wall startled her. Mr. B's muffled voice through that wall telling her she was a naughty, naughty girl caused her to miss a stroke, and delayed her climax. But even when she removed her hands to add more soap, her arousal continued to climb; her stimulation was not all in her hands or mind. She returned both hands to her pussy and almost immediately came, a knee-weakening, mind-shattering orgasm as good or even better than the last. She managed to remain standing until the soap rinsed from her body. After toweling herself dry, she donned clean panties and tee shirt and walked the hallway toweling her hair. I'm going to hell, I thought. Not that I particularly believed in hell, but I knew I was a condemned man. After I turned off the computer and went to bed, my mind had been preoccupied with the curves and scent of a not quite 17 year old girl who had spent some time in my arms this evening. At no time had my actions been improper. Damn it, at no time had my thoughts been improper, at least consciously. It was that flicker of interest as she went to bed that had triggered it. She had considered me in a sexual way. All the thoughts and fears that I had suppressed when I learned that I had the only fire lizards of their gender had erupted to the surface. As I lay in my bed trying to bury those thoughts, I could hear the girls chattering away. When at last the sound died off, an image of Elaine came unbidden into my mind. Where my arms had offered only comfort in reality, in fantasy they encircled her, and pulled her to me. Irrelevantly, some snatch of a description of nudity in Japan tried to make itself clear in my mind. It was looked at but not seen? Seen but not noticed? I couldn't remember. But the way it applied now was that the sexuality of underage girls, after decades of self-conditioning, was noticed but not considered - until now. From my reading, I believed that I had at least a year before Pat or Julie would rise to mate. By then, Elaine would be 18 and legal, though such a May-October affair would raise a great many eyebrows. But her tight jeans enclosed womanly hips tapering to a slender waist, her T-shirt covered the curves of pleasantly rounded breasts. No doubt a bra concealed the true shape (I recalled the feel of a strap when my arm comforted her) but I had no doubt they were firm with youth, and more than adequately arousing. I took myself in hand as I pictured the curves revealed. I pictured her nude form, imagination and experience filling in the blanks where direct observation failed. I pictured caressing those curves, spreading those legs, applying lips and tongue and fingers. As masturbation fantasies go, this one was a winner. I climaxed sooner than I expected, and powerfully. I got out of bed and cleaned myself up with a quick shower. Instead of returning to bed, I went to the kitchen. I needed a drink, and though a bourbon and coke would have been welcome for once, I settled for a Diet Coke. I returned to my room. Or at least I tried to. I ran into Elaine in the hallway. From the looks of her damp T-shirt, molded to her breasts, she's been experiencing some physical exertions. "You're up," I said. I'm a clever devil, am I. "So are you," she replied, breathlessly. From her blush, I could guess what her exertions had been. I could even guess the reason. "I'm sorry," I said. Did she know why? "Why?" Elaine backed a half-step and blushed more deeply. She did. "It was my fault. I should have realized Pat and Julie would pick up my, ah, feelings, and broadcast them. That you would feel them too." I averted my gaze at her half-seen nipples. "Can you forgive me?" Elaine blurted, "It's not your fault! I can't control my dreams, and Zander must have sent..." She didn't. "Mine weren't dreams," I interrupted. "I was wide awake. The dream didn't come from you; it came from me." It was my turn to blush. "Oh," she whispered. Then she giggled. "What's so funny?" I could see humor in this, abstractly. How did she see it? "I wonder if eight other girls woke up tonight feeling what I felt." I don't know which of my emotions were displayed. A chuckle escaped which I suppressed with a snort. I hoped there were range limits and told her so. But she thought it even funnier. Elaine's mouth dropped open. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter, but her eyes twinkled anyway. "If any time any of us are fu.. fooling around, all of us know about it, we're all going to spend a lot of time blushing." I asked if she were blushing now. "Big time. And I bet you are, too," she giggled. "If I blush any harder, I'll have a stroke." I could feel the heat in my face. At least that kept the blood from rushing to another part of my anatomy. We both giggled for some time. When one would stop, the other would continue afresh. I fought for control, and finally achieved some small measure. "Elaine, you've read all of the Pern books, right?" She managed to stop and nod. "Do you remember when Menolly and Sebell were alone in the boat and Kimi rose..." Elaine's eyes grew round. I nodded, seeing that she was beginning to understand the implications. "Tonight, Pat and Julie were asleep, and just radiating my emotions. When the time comes for them to rise..." "Ohmigod. And all the males belong to.." "...teenaged girls. If tonight was any indication, those are going to be some interesting flights." Once again, I had that stray image of a bunch of girls and their fire lizards gathered around me while Pat and Julie blooded a squirrel. Elaine stood with her mouth agape. I could not tear my eyes away. Elaine's damp tee shirt still clung to her body, particularly her breasts. Her nipples were becoming distended. I closed my eyes and stepped forward to hug her. She relaxed in my arms. Suddenly, three fire lizards circled over our heads. Perfect timing. I raised my arms and they all landed and clung. Zander climbed to Elaine's shoulder, his claws causing us both to wince. Three pairs of eyes of eyes radiated concern at finding their master and mistress gone, slowing to a swirling green now that we were found. I turned Elaine and pushed her into the bathroom. "Clean up," I said, and closed the bathroom door. I went down the hall to my room. I took a long pull on the Diet Coke. I figured, one last trip to the john, and then off to sleep. On the other side of the bathroom wall I heard the shower running. My nipples became erect, followed by my cock. Since, at that particular moment, I hadn't been thinking of the naked teen less than three feet away, this arousal had to have an outside source. I rapped on the separating wall. "Elaine," I called, "you are a nasty, nasty girl!" I had to add my own stimulation to what our fire lizards were transmitting. Between whatever she was doing, and what I was doing to myself, the climax arrived swiftly once again. Lying in bed, I worried that the rapidity of our orgasms was unsatisfying, until it occurred to me that they were both intense and mutual. With that comforting thought, I fell asleep. 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