Seduction of the Blue Ranger
by
Cheryl Roberts

Disclaimer: This is a work of adult fiction containing scenes of an erotic nature. If you're under the age of consent in your particular jurisdiction, proceed no further. The Power Rangers belong to Saban International and are being used without their knowledge or consent. No profit is being made by the author on this story. January 1996/February 1997

Notes: This story has absolutely nothing to do with regular Ranger continuity. In the author's opinion, Ranger continuity went right down the toilet after Amy Jo left the series and hasn't been worth following since.

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"What's the emergency, Zordon?" Tommy queried as the six Rangers materialized in the Command Center.

"Yeah, what's Zedd up to this time?" Kimberly asked, rather annoyed at having yet another date interrupted. Zedd and Rita had continued their assault against Angel Grove with more than their usual vigor, and it never seemed to fail that they got an alert just when she and Tommy felt like they could spend a little time together. It was almost as if Zedd was watching and waiting to spoil their dates on purpose.

Kim jealously guarded her time alone with Tommy; upon graduating, she was expected to return to Paris with her mother, so she wanted to spend all the time she could with him. She'd been glad when the district gymnastics competition had finally concluded. She reflected on that with a bit of regret. She had never told any of the others, but she had been asked to train for the Pan Global games by one of the biggest names in gymnastics: Gunther Schmidt. However, she had turned him down. Her responsibilities as a Power Ranger came first, and she didn't want to give up Tommy to go traipsing off to Florida.

Perhaps all the activity had been for the best, she mused. It didn't give her and Tommy the time to miss what they couldn't have. After her adventure in Angel Grove circa 1882, she and Tommy had come to terms with their physical relationship. Kimberly would have liked to have waited at least until they were out of high school--a sort of compromise for her mother's wishes, but that option was taken away when Zedd cast the spell that forced her and Tommy to have sex to save her life. However, she really couldn't say that she was sorry. Making love to Tommy had been so awesome; she'd never felt anything like it before. The memory of that night on the shores of Indian Lake still made her shiver with delight. Unfortunately, that night was also the last time they had made love. An unfortunate side effect of their being intimate was that it could rob them of their Ranger powers. Considering how hard she had worked to regain her powers after losing them in the process of her cure, she hadn't wanted to take the risk. Having lost and regained his powers on a couple of different occasions, Tommy didn't want to go through that again either, but abstaining sure had been difficult.

"There is no emergency, Rangers," Zordon announced.

"No emergency?" the six murmured as one, exchanging puzzled glances.

"Then why did you summon us?" Billy queried, recovering his equilibrium first.

"After careful consideration, I believe the time has come to retire the current power team."

For a moment, no one could speak. Then came a tumult of voices.

"What?"

"Why?"

"Did we do something wrong?"

"This decision is not a reflection upon your performance. Truly, this planet could not have better defenders, and I am proud of all you have accomplished. However, all six of you are due to graduate from high school in the next two weeks. A new chapter in your lives is about to begin; it is time to close this one."

"But Zedd's still out there; who will stand against him?" Tommy wondered.

"For the last month, I have been training your replacements," Zordon revealed. "It had to be done in complete secrecy lest Lord Zedd discover my plans."

"Won't you tell us who they are?" Kim inquired.

"Not at the present. I feel it is in the best interest of both teams that neither is aware of the others' identities."

Another pause settled over the gathering as each considered Zordon's words. The news hit Kimberly, Tommy and Billy especially hard; they had been Rangers since the beginning. Being Rangers was what had brought Kimberly and Tommy together, and Kimberly and Billy found that their friendship had grown stronger while they had been teammates. It was as if they had grown up being Rangers.

At last, Zordon broke the silence. "Alpha...."

"Do I have to?" Alpha-5 moaned as he shuffled forward. He carried a box to house the power coins until they could be transferred to their new owners.

"It must be done, Alpha. We knew that this day would come. It is not the first parting we have experienced; nor will it be the last."

"I know, but they never seem to get any easier," Alpha sighed.

"Adam, Aisha, Rocky, Tommy, Kimberly and Billy, you have all served well and have made many sacrifices in the line of duty. It is time the torch was passed."

Solemnly, one by one, the Rangers placed their power coins in the box. More than one teen was misty-eyed and more than one hand shook as the coins were returned.

"I feel like I did the day I found out my folks were getting divorced," Kim whispered to Tommy. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Though you no longer hold the coins, the power will protect you always,"Zordon said. "Alpha, teleport the Rangers home."

"I won't say good-bye, Rangers," Alpha murmured, sounding for all the world as if he was sniffling. "I know we'll see each other again--someday."

~*~

"I can't believe it's over," Kim murmured as she and the other Rangers rematerialized in a quiet corner of the Youth Center. She wiped at her eyes. All were still slightly stunned.

"I know. I feel so empty inside," Aisha agreed as they pulled extra chairs around a table near the juice bar.

"Zordon was doing the right thing," Billy said. "It was time for us to retire."

"I guess so, but I hate leaving things unfinished," Tommy continued. "I wish we could have gotten rid of Zedd and Rita so no one else would have had to finish our fight."

"I don't think I'll be able to get used to being helpless against Zedd's monsters," Adam remarked.

"We won't be helpless," Tommy hastened to say. "We always managed to handle the putties and Tengas while unmorphed. We still have skills that can be of use."

"And knowledge as well," Billy added. "Perhaps that is why Zordon did not request that we turn in our communicators. He may want to have the new Rangers consult with us at some future date."

"I wish he would have told us who the new Rangers were," Kim sighed. "If we knew, we could help cover for them when they need to make a quick exit and stuff like that."

"True, but we won't be around all the time; they have to learn--as we did--how to handle those situations. Our position now is as a resource, not a crutch," Billy pointed out.

"Besides, maybe keeping us in the dark about the identity of the new Rangers is Zordon's way of trying to protect us," Aisha suggested. "That way, Zedd won't have a reason to bother us."

"That's the thing that worries me," Kim admitted. She glanced up at Tommy. "What if Zedd does try to get back at us for all we did to him?"

"I hadn't thought of that," Adam murmured.

"I doubt that will happen," Billy said confidently. "Without our powers, we pose no threat to Zedd and Rita. We'll be beneath their notice. They never went after Jason and the others after they went to Switzerland."

Kimberly, however, still had her doubts. Zedd and Rita never went after any of the others the way they did Tommy, and Zedd had displayed more than a passing interest in Kim and Tommy's love life. He had derived too much enjoyment out of Kim's activities while she and Tommy had been prisoners in his lunar citadel, and Sagitteros' spell had been even kinkier. Kim would not feel safe until Zedd was gone for good.

"As much as I hate not being a Ranger any longer, I'm kind of looking forward to being able to do whatever I want without worrying about the communicator going off," Rocky said.

"We won't have to make excuses to our folks...." Aisha chimed in.

"... or dodge Bulk and Skull...." Adam supplied.

"...or be forced to do things because of one of Zedd and Rita's spells...." Billy concurred.

"... or have to worry about losing our powers," Tommy concluded. He glanced over at Kimberly to see if she had picked up on his train of thought. He could tell by the sparkle in her eyes that she had. There had been so many times during the last six months when he almost couldn't hold back; now, there was no longer any reason that he and Kimberly couldn't pickup where they had left off in November.

"It'll be nice to make a date with a girl and not have to break it," Rocky mused as his gaze latched onto Jessica Peterson and followed her as she walked across the Youth Center.

"Speaking of dates, if you and Tommy don't scoot, you're going to miss your movie," Aisha reminded Kim. She had been talking to Kim about her plans for the afternoon while Kim was getting dressed--before they received the call from Zordon.

"And I wasn't quite ready when we had to leave," Kim yelped as she jumped up. "Tommy, would you mind taking me by the house for a minute before we head out to the theater?"

"No problem, Kim. We'll catch you guys later," Tommy said.

"I don't think they're going to miss active duty all that much," Rocky snickered as the two disappeared through the doorway.

"The only thing they'll miss is scoping each other out while wearing those form-fitting uniforms," Aisha concurred with a giggle of her own.

"Aisha," Adam scolded.

Billy said nothing, but privately, he knew he was going to miss those pink tights, too.

"I'll only be a minute," Kim informed Tommy as they pulled into the Campbell's driveway.

"Actually, Kim, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind a change of plans, "Tommy proposed.

"Oh? What did you have in mind?"

"Well, my dad's out of town for the weekend, and my mom's working a double...." Tommy began hesitantly. He couldn't believe he was so nervous about suggesting he and Kimberly go to his place to fool around. It wasn't like they hadn't even discussed the subject during their forced abstinence; in truth, they had discussed it quite often--sharing erotic dreams, ironing out sensitive topics and so forth. By the same token, they hadn't exactly been celibate, either. A couple of their make-out sessions had come dangerously close to going all the way--especially those times when Kim would dance for him.

"Are you suggesting we take advantage of having your house to ourselves this evening?" Kim queried, an impish sparkle flickering in her eyes and a playful grin tugging at her lips.

"Would you like to?"

"I've been waiting six months for you to ask me that," Kim answered with a sigh that was almost a growl. She pulled Tommy to her and kissed him hotly.

"Then let's go," Tommy said with all due enthusiasm.

"I still need to run upstairs for a moment," Kim replied, slipping out of his 4 x 4. "I picked up something that I've been dying to show you. I'll be right back."

~*~

No sooner had they reached Tommy's house, than Kim disappeared into the bathroom, and Tommy headed for his bedroom. He couldn't seem to stay still as he waited for Kim. There's no reason to be so nervous, he chided himself. If this had been their first coupling, he could understand having butterflies in his stomach. It was just that this time was so different from any of the other occasions they had been intimate. No one was forcing them this time, and they weren't practically naked--like when Kim was in the infirmary. It wasn't a situation they were being thrown into; they were creating the situation. Part of his jitters had to do with the fact that having Kim naked in his bed was something that he had dreamed about ever since he first started dating her. A wry smile crossed his lips as he realized that he and Kim had never actually made love in a bed--the floor of the infirmary, in the water, on the beach, a couple of near misses in his 4x 4, but never in a bed. Also contributing to his nervousness and excitement was the fact that they were at his house; there was an element of risk to their doing it in his room. Although his mother was working, she could come home at any time.

Tommy prowled about his room, fiddling with this and that. Briefly, he considered getting undressed, but he didn't want to appear too eager. He wasn't sure, but he thought that Kim might enjoy taking his clothes off herself. He had worn the black slacks she really liked (I love the way they hug your butt she had told him) and a button down shirt. He settled for pulling it off; Kim always liked it when he wore tank tops anyway. He tugged at the band holding back his ponytail but decided to leave it for Kim. The waiting was getting to him, and he was just about to go check on Kim when he heard her clear her throat behind him. He turned to find Kim peering around the door frame.

"What's up?" he wondered.

"Nothing much. Just a little outfit I've been dying to show you," she responded with a with a smile. Then, she stepped into the doorway and struck an alluring pose.

Tommy felt his knees go weak and his cock stand at attention as he took in the garment Kim was almost wearing. His eyes drank in the sight of her from head to toe. Kim's hair hung low over her shoulders, and she accentuated her sexy face with just the tiniest hint of make-up. A thin ribbon of black satin encircled her neck. Her hands slowly roamed down from her hair and skimmed over her face and down to the rest of her firm, petite body. Her fingers glossed over a pink satin teddy, cut low at the breast and high at the thighs, trimmed with black lace; it just barely covered her. Her pert mounds nearly spilled over the rims of the shallow cups, but those cups molded her bosom to create the illusion of deep cleavage. A pair of sexy black heels which set off her shapely legs completed the ensemble.

"Do you like?" Kim queried as she sashayed into the room. She drew closer to Tommy and snaked her arms up around his neck. She felt the pounding of his heart as her hands slid over his chest and the heat of his erection as it pressed against her hips.

Tommy wanted to say something, but the words failed him. He swallowed hard and nodded his head.

With a radiant smile, Kim sauntered past him, giving him an excellent view of the thong back, and stopped in front of the mirror on his dresser. She studied her reflection more critically than she had in the bathroom. She had bought the lingerie not long after their return from Zedd's citadel. She just hadn't had the nerve to wear it for him yet. She remembered how he looked at her when she wore the leathers and danced for him in her underwear when they had been Zedd's prisoners, and she had longed to have him look at her like that again. It warmed her to see the light shining in his eyes now. As she considered her reflection, she still wasn't quite satisfied with what she saw. The effect wasn't quite what she was hoping for. After a moment's consideration, she realized the problem lay with her hair. Frowning slightly, she began arranging it anew. Nothing seemed to suit until she toyed with a loose bun, and that struck a familiar chord in her.

It brought back images from her dream a couple of nights ago. She had been dressed in sexy lingerie as she was now; her hair had been up--that's what brought it all back. She wore a leather teddy in that scenario, and she modeled it, posing and prancing around to the delight of her "audience", only Tommy hadn't been her audience. She had been modeling the teddy for Billy.

She had started out fully clothed; she and Billy had been in his lab. She had been watching him while he worked and had been overcome by a powerful urge to kiss Billy--much as she had that time in the infirmary. Billy had tried to resist, but she wouldn't listen. Upon retrieving her tongue from Billy's mouth, she pushed him into a chair and held him spellbound by stripping for him. It gave her chills to see Billy's wide blue eyes gazing at her as she slowly peeled off each garment. It thrilled her to see the growing bulge in his jeans. She had felt so incredibly sexy.

Kim's hand absently slid down her body as the vivid images played in her mind. She had touched herself like that for Billy in her dream, displaying herself for him. She had teased him a bit--drawing close enough for him almost to touch her but not quite. She pushed Billy until he couldn't take it any longer. He finally jumped up and crushed her in his arms. He had been surprisingly strong, and he devoured her mouth with equally surprising passion. Kim tore off his shirt, wanting to run her hands over his naked chest. Billy pressed her hips to his, his hands full of her ass cheeks. Then he began kissing his way down her neck, and Kim had been content to let him explore and play with her body. Their love-play continued until Billy had laid her out on his lab table and buried his hardness deep inside her.

Kim gasped, and the sound shattered the dream's hold on her. Her vision of making love to Billy had been as powerful and as vivid as any dream she ever had of making love to Tommy, and this wasn't the first time that she had had this type of dream. Actually, she was a little disturbed by it. Why was she dreaming about having sex with Billy? It wasn't that her feelings had changed towards Tommy; if anything, she was more in love with Tommy now than she had ever been Granted, she had always had a certain amount of affection for Billy. After all, he was one of her oldest and dearest friends. He was a very sweet person--underneath all the big words. Billy was not unattractive; Kim had always found him cute--in a geeky sort of way, but his tenure as a Ranger had brought about some very nice changes in him.

Kim's train of thought was suddenly disrupted by the gentlest of caresses. She felt Tommy's hands on her shoulders and his lips on her neck.

"Hey, Beautiful, where are you?" he queried.

Kim's gaze refocused on the mirror. Tommy was right behind her. Even as his hands stroked her body, his expression was sober. He regarded her with concern.

"Is something wrong?" Tommy wondered.

"Just thinking," Kim mumbled sheepishly, trying to shake off her musings. Tommy's hand slid down her back and glided over the swell of her bottom. She felt herself warming to his touch. She really loved it when he lightly stroked her ass like that. A soft purr rumbled up in her throat, and she leaned back against Tommy's body. "Mmm!"

"You looked so distant... so serious there for awhile," Tommy prompted.

Kim wanted to put Tommy off; she couldn't tell him about this, but she was getting hot just thinking about her dream. Adding to her excitement were the sensations evoked by Tommy's hands on her body. As she acknowledged her arousal, she became aware of a familiar warmth at the back of her mind. It was the touch of Tommy's mind--their link. It rather took her by surprise. Zordon had thought that the mental connection would fade over time, and it had, somewhat. Their minds were only accessible to one another during periods of intense emotions... usually intense arousal. Kim had thought that once they surrendered their power coins that would be the end of the link; apparently, that was not the case. With Tommy being able to touch her thoughts and emotions--however slightly--there was no way she was going to be able to put him off with a little white lie. Kim glanced at herself in the mirror and noticed the blush in her cheeks and observed Tommy's arched eyebrows as he saw it, too. She turned away from the dresser, and it was her turn to prowl nervously about Tommy's room.

"What is it?" Tommy asked, acutely aware of her discomfort and embarrassment.

"I was just thinking about a dream I had the other night," she answered offhandedly, trying to sound and make herself feel as if it was no big deal.

"What sort of dream was it?" Tommy pursued.

Kim could tell he wasn't buying her nonchalance, and her blush deepened. Her obvious distress only piqued Tommy's interest all the more.

"You can tell me; you've told me about your dreams before," Tommy continued, "and you've had some doozies." Tommy grinned as he thought about some of the kinky escapades he and Kimberly had had in her imagination.

Kim sighed and steeled herself. Tommy wasn't going to let her off the hook; his curiosity was fully roused. Sometimes, having him in touch with her emotions was a pain in the butt. "I know, but...."

"So, where were we and what were we doing?"

"Actually, you weren't in this one."

"Oh? Were you fooling around with someone else?"

Tommy's query startled Kimberly; surely he hadn't picked up THAT much from her. She glanced back at him and noted his broad smile. Astonishingly enough, he didn't seem the least bit upset at the prospect that she had been doing someone else in her dreams.

"I'd really rather not talk about it," Kim answered.

"Who was it?"

Kim responded to his question with a puzzled frown.

"What's the matter?"

"You are. Doesn't it bother you that I dreamt about sleeping with someone else?"

"Should it?"

"I would think so; it bothers me."

"Why?"

"Well... I mean...." Kim fumbled, her cheeks burning hotter.

Tommy laughed softly at her reaction. He walked up to her, took her hands, and led her over to the bed. He sat down and eased her down next to him. "Now you've got me really curious. You can tell me who it was; I promise not to get angry."

"I wish this wouldn't have come up," Kim grumbled.

"Sorry, but you just went blank on me while I was talking to you. Then, I started picking up on our link. I felt your excitement and then your embarrassment. It was kind of hard to ignore."

"That link can be such a pain."

"Especially once a month," Tommy agreed, to Kim's complete astonishment and utter mortification.

"You mean you can tell... ?" she gasped.

Tommy simply shrugged. He had long ago come to the conclusion that their link had more to do with hormones than with emotions--it better explained why they sometimes picked up on each other's dreams. He had never told Kim about being able to pick up on her PMS because she would have died of embarrassment, and he had learned not to pay too much attention to it.

Kim buried her face in her hands. "Oh God...."

"Don't worry about it," Tommy said gently, giving her a hug. Then he returned to the topic of her dream. "Tell you what. Why don't I try and guess who it was."

"Tommy...." Kim objected.

"Let's see... Lord Zedd?"

Kim scowled at him, giving him a look that said don't be ridiculous.

"Naw, that'd be a nightmare, not a wet dream," Tommy continued with a jaunty laugh. "What about Skull? Nope, not Skull either--same category as Zedd, I think." He dodged as Kim took a swipe at him. Suddenly, the playfulness left his expression, and he regarded Kimberly thoughtfully. The change in his demeanor caught her off guard. "Billy."

Kim gaped at him. She could tell by his tone... he wasn't guessing. He knew. His response caught her so off guard that she didn't even think to refute it. "How...?"

Tommy smiled broadly at her astounded expression. "There were a couple of things. For starters, you and Billy have been friends for a long time; there's bound to be a certain amount of affection between you, and the two of you have gotten closer ever since Trini left. Then, of course, there was all the stuff that happened in Zedd's palace. There had to be some reason why you ripped Billy's shirt off...."

At Tommy's statement, the memories of those days on the moon came surging forth in a black rush. Suddenly she was back in Zedd's holding cell with Billy and the others. Her pulse was still pounding from her dancing for Tommy; her hormones were practically out of control. She had heard about wanting someone so badly it hurt; now she knew what that meant. It had been so hard trying to keep her head clear; Zedd was wanting her to "inspect" the prisoners, her new playmates. Kim hadn't really wanted to, but she had to maintain the charade. It had just been too easy to stay in character. Touching Rocky, Adam, and Aisha had been exciting, but it had all been a matter of show until she came to Billy.

She remembered running her hands over Billy's shoulders and arms; she remembered thinking just how well Billy had filled out. She had liked touching him; it had been exciting, and then she had the opportunity to do something she had always wanted to do: see Billy without a shirt. As long as she could recall, she had never seen Billy shirtless. Granted, he had taken to wearing tank tops more often over the last couple of years, but he always wore a shirt. She couldn't help herself when she tore the shirt from his back, and she had been surprised and delighted to discover the light brown curls on his chest. It was so different from Tommy's smooth, hard muscles--a difference she had liked.

"... and then there was the way you opened up to him when you slipped him the key to the restraints...."

More memories surfaced... memories she thought she had come to terms with. Zedd had been watching, so she had to pretend to be seducing Billy; only, somewhere along the way she had ceased pretending. She ran her hands all over his body... kissed him all over.... Billy had been so aroused in spite of his efforts to resist her. She recalled how desperately she had wanted to tear his shorts off and take his cock into her mouth. There was no telling what she would have done if the stress of the previous four days hadn't broken her. Overwhelmed by everything she had endured, everything she had been forced to do while under the spell and had done of her own volition, instead of ravaging Billy, she confessed all that had taken place.

"Billy told me that you didn't keep anything back," Tommy continued. "You couldn't have done that with just anybody, and you said yourself that you couldn't have done to Adam and Rocky what you did to... Kimberly?"

Tommy hadn't been paying attention to Kimberly's reactions as he expounded on his process of deduction, but suddenly her emotions washed over him: all the old guilt, grief, anger, and shame. Tommy turned to find Kim curled into a tight ball, her arms hugging her knees to her chest. Teardrops glistened on her cheeks as she sat there trembling. Tommy swore inwardly. How could he have been so stupid as to dredge up those memories? There were still times when he had difficulty dealing with what happened in Zedd's citadel; he couldn't begin to imagine what Kimberly felt. "I'm sorry, Kim."

"I had thought that maybe I had done all those things to Billy because of a residual side effect of Zedd's spell," Kim said at last, almost as if she hadn't heard Tommy. She wiped at her eyes. "But just like with all the things I had done to you, that all came from me and not the spell. It was me all the time. Even when I kissed Billy in the infirmary...."

"You mean you did that on purpose?" Tommy gaped. He recalled that incident quite vividly. The two of them had literally collapsed after purging the last (or so they thought) of Sagitteros' spell from Kimberly's body; shortly thereafter, Billy arrived to see if the White Ranger still had his powers. While Tommy was cleaning up in the lavatory, Kim had gotten out of bed and was all over Billy, seemingly in the grip of a dream.

"Yes," Kim confessed softly. She was nervous about admitting that to Tommy; she had known that he always thought that she had been sleepwalking.

"Why'd you do it?" Tommy wondered. He wasn't upset about it. In fact, at the time, seeing Kim pursuing Billy had almost been enough to get him hard again. He had been sorely tempted to see just how far Kim would have gone, but Billy's embarrassment (in spite of his obvious enjoyment) had prompted Tommy to pull her off him.

"I don't know," she sniffled. "I wasn't exactly in my right mind at the time. I felt giddy--wild and out of control. My hormones just wouldn't settle down even though I was all fucked out. I caught Billy staring at me, and I just got the uncontrollable urge to see what he'd do if I kissed him."

It was more than that, but Kim could not bring herself to tell Tommy that Billy had watched them make love. She had been aware of Billy's presence almost as soon as he entered the infirmary. The cold blast of air from the outer hallway had awakened her. She had been intrigued by Billy's reactions, and she just couldn't resist seeing how far she could push him. The blow job she had given Tommy, the request for a slow fuck--all of it had been a performance for Billy. Oh, and what a performance it had been! Knowing that Billy was watching her and Tommy had been very exciting. It had made her feel so... she couldn't put the feeling into words. She hadn't minded him watching their love making; it was only afterwards that she realized he had seen her lose control. That bothered her.

She had never been able to figure out if Billy had been aware of her knowledge of his presence; he had never demonstrated any signs that he knew he had been observed. Kim doubted that she could have faced Billy if she knew that Billy had been aware of her scrutiny.

Kim looked up at Tommy anxiously; she was afraid to see what his reaction to her revelations might be. Surprisingly, he didn't seem at all upset.

"It's all right, Kim," he assured her as he wrapped his arms around her. He gently eased her back onto his bed and began lightly running his hands over her body to try and soothe her taut muscles. "I understand you having feelings for Billy, too."

"It's just that until this business with Zedd's spells, I'd never thought of Billy like that," Kim admitted. "He's always kind of been like a brother tome... and you don't dream about doing it with your brother."

"But he's not your brother."

"Okay, so maybe my friendship with Billy explains why I'm having my dreams, but it doesn't explain why you don't mind me dreaming about making love to him."

"I'd rather have you dreaming about fooling around with Billy than with Skull," Tommy quipped.

"Tommy, I'm serious.

"All right, answer me this: why do you think you want to fool around with Billy?"

"I don't know," Kim murmured. She paused to give the matter a little more thought. "In my dreams, it's just sort of a spur of the moment thing. I don't think it's because I'm in love with him or anything like that. It's more like I want to see what he'd do. I guess I want to see what he'd be like in bed."

"That's kind of what I figured: curiosity. I don't see what's so wrong with that."

"Have you ever dreamed about making love to another woman?"

"Not since we started dating."

Kim cringed inwardly. If Tommy had remained true to her, even in his dreams, what did that say about her?

Tommy had a sense of what was going through Kimberly's mind as he made that statement. He couldn't let her get down on herself for it. "While I've never dreamed about fooling around with another woman, I have fantasized about seeing you and Billy together."

"Huh?"

Tommy grinned at Kim's expression of utter amazement. This was something he had wrestled with for quite some time--ever since Billy had told him about the things Kim had done in Zedd's dungeon. At first, he had no problem with it because he thought Kim had done those things under the influence of Zedd's spell, but even after finding out that that wasn't the case, he still hadn't been upset.

Tommy knew that he didn't need to feel threatened by Billy. Next to Kimberly, Billy was his closest friend on the team. He had figured out that Billy harbored a secret crush on Kim, but Tommy also knew that Billy would be the first one to say he was genuinely happy for him and Kim. Tommy also knew that he didn't have to worry about Kim; even if they had never been inside each other's minds... just knowing the sacrifices she had made in order to save him told him where her heart truly lay.

From the start, the thought of Kim doing Billy had inexplicably excited him. His first reaction when Billy had told him about the "inspection" was man, I wish I could have seen that. It wasn't so much the thought of watching her do someone else that appealed as it was the thought of simply watching her. Seeing her dance in the dungeon... watching her as she stalked and kissed Billy... in fact, when Billy had confessed to seeing the two of them make love, Tommy had been envious. He loved seeing Kimberly in action--he would have loved to have seen her give Billy a blow job. It was difficult to watch her when she was doing himself.

"What can I say?" Tommy went on with a shrug. "From the first time I saw you dance in the cell, I knew I got off on watching you. The way you touched yourself... the expression on your face... you had that same look when you went after Billy in the infirmary. It was a sort of lustful glow--man, it was powerful. I like watching you when you're horny and enjoying yourself. I guess having seen you go after Billy is the reason why I fantasize about it; I know I'm going to like what I see."

Kim was too astounded to say anything in response. It was a lot to take in at the moment.

"Hey, things have gotten a little too heavy," Tommy began offhandedly. "Why don't you roll over and let me give you a back rub."

"Sure," Kim agreed. That would give her a chance to think about everything Tommy had just told her. She closed her eyes and rested her chin on her folded hands as Tommy began kneading the tension out of her shoulders. She found herself melting under his touch and let her troubled mind drift.

Tommy drew his hands down Kim's back and softly brushed his fingers over the curve of her ass. He spent several minutes simply stroking her behind. He sensed her mind relaxing even as her body began quickening to his touch.

"How'd you do it?" he asked, unable to abandon the topic of Kim's attraction to Billy.

"Do what?" Kim murmured dreamily.

"Seduce Billy."

"I could never... !" Kim gasped in protest, turning slightly to look at Tommy. The look in his eye seemed to say oh really? "Never" was a pretty strong term, considering that they had done a lot of things that they normally wouldn't have done but for outside influences "Well, maybe if I was under Zedd's spell or something like that, but I wouldn't have the nerve to actually do that while I was in my right mind. I'd be afraid of jeopardizing my friendship with him or our relationship; I'd probably make a a fool out of myself--especially if he said no."

"If you danced for him, there's no way he'd say no," Tommy teased, "but that's not what I meant. I was asking how did you do it--seduce him in your dream--not how would you do it."

"Oh." Images from Tuesday night's vision flickered through Kim's mind; they were powerful scenes, and Kim's pulse raced at the memory.

Tommy rolled Kimberly onto her back again. He raked his fingers through her hair then softly caressed her face. His fingers danced down the curve of her throat to the swell of her breasts over the bodice of her lingerie. His hands traveled over the satin and lace, his thumbs brushing her hardening nipples. He lingered awhile over her breasts, teasing them. He noted the quickening of her breath and felt the pounding of her heart. As his hands wandered lower, her hips gave the slightest of thrusts. Something had gotten her hot awfully quickly. Tommy suddenly ceased his stroking and sat back. Kim whimpered pleadingly.

"Tell me about your dream," Tommy insisted, smiling wickedly.

"No fair," Kim pouted. Tommy didn't need to tell her that he wouldn't touch her again unless she gave in. He was just starting to get her going. In the short time that they had been intimate, Tommy had learned how to play her body well. Between Tommy's hands and memories of her dream, Kim was definitely needing to be touched. "You really want me to tell you what Billy and I were doing in my dream?"

"Of course."

"Well... Billy and I were in his lab; who knew or cared where you were," she began sarcastically. Tommy met her facetious scowl with a placid smile of his own, to Kim's annoyance. However, he had resumed caressing her body, so she continued. "He was demonstrating something on the computer for me. While I was watching him, I had the urge to kiss him. So I did--like this."

Kim sat up suddenly, threw her arms around Tommy's neck, and savaged his mouth. His eyes went wide with surprise at the ferocity of her kiss. Tommy knew that, as much as the dream had disturbed Kim, it had excited her as well. He could feel her excitement in the tremors which shuddered through her body.

"Billy resisted at first, but I soon wore him down," she continued. Kim hopped up from the bed and pulled Tommy to his feet. "We ran our hands all over each other; I especially like the way his ass filled out his jeans, and he seemed pretty pleased with mine." Her hands roamed Tommy's body and finally came to light on his bottom. Kim gave him a healthy squeeze which made him moan. "I pulled his hips to mine, wanting to feel the bulge in his jeans rubbing against my hot, wet pussy." Slowly, Kim worked herself against Tommy's cock through his slacks.

"I was getting so hot, and poor, sweet Billy wasn't quite sure what to do next. We both had too many clothes on, so I decided to take them off."

Kim pushed Tommy away from her and propelled him backwards until he tumbled into his desk chair. As he sat there trying to regain his bearings, Kim started dancing to a phantom tune. It wasn't anything as wild as her Zoning, but it was very sexy. Her body rocked to music only she could hear as she peeled off imaginary clothing, pretending to strip down to her teddy. Once she was left with her underwear, she paraded about before Tommy, touching herself, displaying herself for his enjoyment. She played with her breasts, caressing and fondling them, tweaking her nipples through the satin of her cups. Her hands slid down her abdomen, following the curve of her hips and slipping between her legs to rub her mound. She turned around, flashing her ass and running her hands all over her creamy cheeks.

When she turned around, she fixed Tommy with a smoldering stare that set his pulse to pounding anew. She held his gaze with heavy lidded eyes and a teasing purse to her lips as she slid the straps of her lingerie down her shoulders.

It was more than Tommy could take, and he didn't need Kim's prompting to know what Billy had done next. Tommy jumped up from the chair and crushed Kim in his arms. His mouth covered hers in a fiery kiss, and his tongue invaded the deepest reaches of her mouth. Kim responded with an equal ferocity of desire. As they kissed, she tugged the tank top out of his waistband. She all but tore the garment off his body.

"Mm, I loved running my fingers through the curly hair on his chest," Kim moaned as her fingers grazed Tommy's muscles. Playfully she nipped and nibbled his flesh. She especially delighted in roughly licking his nipples. Her mouth was starting to drive Tommy crazy. Then, she slowly kissed her way down his abdomen and nuzzled her cheek against his crotch. Her fingers worked at unfastening his pants and pulling them down his hips--briefs and all.

"Oh, how I wanted his cock in my mouth!" Kim growled as she knelt before Tommy, her face level with his raging hard-on. She licked her lips hungrily as her fingers danced along the length of his organ and tickled his balls.

Tommy felt his knees go weak as he looked down to see the expression on Kim's face. It was a hungry, predatory look--a look of utter satisfaction and triumph. It sent shivers down his spine. He choked back a pleading whimper as Kim's wet lips hovered so near his aching rod but not quite touching it. Finally, she moved in closer, taking just the head into her mouth, and she held it there, doing nothing else for what seemed to Tommy like an eternity. Almost involuntarily, his hips snapped forward slightly, but Kim prevented his cock from penetrating her mouth any further. Just when Tommy thought he'd go out of his mind in anticipation, Kim started using her tongue, caressing the head then licking her way down his shaft. She worked her way to his balls, drawing one then the other into her mouth and bathing them lavishly with her soft, wet tongue.

There was no holding back Tommy's groan this time. He sighed deeply as Kim licked her way back up the length of his cock, but maddeningly, she still didn't take him into her mouth. Instead, she slowly prowled around him until she was nuzzling him cheek to cheek.

"God, Billy had a cute ass," she said breathlessly as she played with Tommy's behind.

Tommy had forgotten how sensitive his ass was. It was all he could do to remain standing while Kim licked and nibbled on his ass cheeks, and when she lightly ran her finger up his crack he nearly lost it, especially when she followed her finger with her tongue.

"Kim!" he begged; he wasn't sure he could take much more of her teasing.

"I was so tempted to suck him off," Kim continued throatily as she crawled around until she was kneeling before Tommy again. "His cock looked so delicious; I wanted to know what he tasted like." With a swift bob of her head, Kim wrapped her lips around Tommy's cock and took it as deep in her mouth as she could. As she slowly worked his tool in and out of her mouth, she felt Tommy's hand at the back of her head and detected the movement of his hips as he started fucking her mouth. She lost herself in the blow job, and it was quite difficult to pull away. "However, I wasn't ready for Billy to come yet. It was my turn, so I hopped up onto the lab table." Kim abandoned her kneeling position and kicked off her shoes. She sat down on the bed. She ran her hands through her hair and down her chest, peeling aside the lace trimmed satin in their wake. She spread her legs in invitation and unsnapped the garment. Her fingers fluttered over her glistening curls and reached down to rub her swollen clit.

Tommy dropped to his knees. He loved it when Kim played with herself for him. As he dipped in closer, he could feel her heat and smelled the scent of her sex. It made his mouth water. He just had to have a taste.

"I wanted his tongue on my pussy so badly," Kim moaned. She wanted Tommy's tongue just as badly now. She leaned back on the bed, arching her back and offering her hips up to Tommy. He drew closer to her mound, and Kim's fingers found their way to his hair. She guided him closer still, and a sigh of perfect contentment burst forth from her lips as Tommy's tongue slid along her gash. "Oh, Tommy, please eat me!" However, Tommy pulled away. "Tommy?"

"It's not Tommy doing this to you; it's Billy. Tommy wasn't in your dream, remember?" Tommy chided her mischievously.

"Don't tease me, Tommy," Kim pleaded.

"Not until you play along."

"Tommy...."

"Come on, Kimberly. You're on the lab table; Billy's kneeling between your legs," Tommy murmured, resetting the stage of her fantasy. "He can feel your heat. He can see how wet you are and how red and swollen your clit is. It's just begging to be sucked and licked." In addition to his verbal torment, Tommy ran his finger along the fleshy edge of her nether lips. He touched Kim everywhere but on her clitoris.

"Billy can smell the aroma of your pussy; it's driving him wild, he wants to taste it so badly. He wants to eat you as much as you want to be eaten; all you have to do is ask him." Tommy was having difficulty keeping the grin off his face as he watched Kim's emotions play across her face: amazement, annoyance, and finally aggravation. She was aching to come.

"Please, Billy," Kim demanded, giving in at last. "Eat me!"

Without further prompting, Tommy thrust his tongue into her pussy, lapping at her juices with more than his usual enthusiasm.

"Yes!" Kim growled, her fingers tugging at her nipples as fiery tremors raced through her body. It had been so long since she had been eaten out. She had nearly forgotten how incredible it felt. She thrashed about on the bed, humping Tommy's face. Every stroke of his tongue had her gasping for more. "Make me come, Billy; please make me come!" Leaving one hand to pleasure her tits, Kimberly reached down and grabbed a handful of Tommy's hair. She forced his face deeper into her pussy, riding him as hard as she could as she felt her orgasm bubbling to the surface.

"I'm gonna come... oh God... don't stop! More... that's it...now, oh now!" Kim's body went taut, poised on the edge of delightful oblivion, then the eruption came, hard, hot and fast. With a guttural cry, her body arched off the bed only to slam back down. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her, and the tongue on her mound never stopped licking.

"Billy--Tommy--somebody fuck me!" Kim shrieked, all the while writhing wildly on the bed.

Although it gave him a chance to catch his breath, Tommy reluctantly tore his mouth away from the delightful juices he was feasting on and quickly rammed his cock into Kim's tight, wet snatch. Tommy gave a full bodied moan of his own as Kim's velvety walls fitted themselves around his rod. Her pussy gripped him so tightly that he almost couldn't move. However, Kim was so into being fucked that she was thrusting against him with equal or greater vigor than he was using to thrust into her.

"That's it, Billy... God, that feels good!" Kim moaned. Her face was aglow with lust as she lost herself more deeply into the fantasy. She pulled Tommy closer, kissing him hard.

Tommy couldn't believe how into the fantasy Kim was. He couldn't believe how into it he was! He found acting out Kimberly's dream even more exciting than getting Kim to play with herself. He couldn't explain it, but he was loving every minute of it.

"Harder, Billy; take me harder. Give me every inch of your cock," Kim growled.

To Tommy's amazement, she was on the verge of having a second orgasm; he felt the trembling in her limbs that signaled her coming climax, and he hadn't even touched her clit again. As he recalled, Kim usually needed more help coming the second time around. Even so, her muscles were already bearing down on him, rendering him immobile. It was all he could do to keep her from forcing him out of her pussy. Tommy gathered Kim to him as she orgasmed for the second time. When the quakes finally subsided, she practically went limp in his arms.

"Oh my...." she panted. She was exhausted; however, just enough reality intruded on her fading dream for her to realize that, "You haven't come yet."

"I'm nearly there," Tommy gasped.

"Come on, Billy; you don't think I'd take you this far without letting you get off," Kim murmured with a devilish grin, maintaining the fantasy. She rolled over and got to her knees. "Come on, Billy; shove that cock of yours into my ass."

Tommy was momentarily taken aback. Kim had never demonstrated the least bit of interest in taking him up the ass, and to be perfectly honest, he wasn't sure she could. Although, it would have been interesting to try; Tommy loved playing with Kim's ass. The way it jiggled and rippled when he took her from behind... however, before Tommy could voice his concern, Kim reached between her legs and guided his cock back into the folds of her pussy.

"Ooh, yes, Billy," Kim moaned. "You like that, don't you? So nice and tight. . . come on. I want you to shoot your load up my ass."

Tommy finally understood. Kim was still fantasizing. Well, this wouldn't be the first time he had imagined that he was taking her up the ass while he was fucking her from behind. With Kim verbally spurring him on, Tommy soon felt his own white-hot fire building within him. A few more strokes was all it took.

"That's it, Billy... you can do it... !"

Tommy's orgasm hit so hard and fast, he barely had time to pull out before shooting his load. He liberally coated Kim's sexy behind with his jism. He sagged tiredly against Kimberly, and when her strength gave out, the two collapsed onto the bed. Tommy rolled off her so he wouldn't hurt her.

"Next time, remind me to use a condom. I nearly didn't make it," Tommy moaned exhaustedly. He turned onto his side so that he could look at Kimberly. She looked as tired and satisfied as he felt; however, he detected traces of her former distress. He reached out and gently touched her arm. She gave him a weary smile. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"That was pretty awesome."

"And you say I'm the kinky one in this relationship," Kim muttered. "That was too weird."

"But did you like it?"

Kim thought a moment and found that she could not deny having enjoyed herself. "Yeah, I did," she admitted reluctantly.

Tommy laughed softly and pulled her close. "Do you think you'd ever want to do something like that with Billy for real?"

"I don't know." Kim bit her lower lip thoughtfully. "You'd really like me to, wouldn't you."

"Only if that's what you want to do," Tommy answered, all joking aside. "I don't want you doing anything you're not comfortable with, but I'll respect whatever decision you come to."

"Well, if I ever decide to do anything like that, I won't do it behind your back," Kim assured him, stroking his cheek lovingly. She finally reached up and removed his ponytail holder. She played with his long locks in silence for a few moments.

"By the way, about your dream...." Tommy began, starting to feel the fire stirring in his veins as Kim toyed with his hair. "I liked the new ending much better than the original from Tuesday night. Is that something you'd like to do--be taken up the ass?"

"Not really, but I thought you'd get a kick out of... hey, wait a minute! How do you know that the ending was different? And how did you know I had it Tuesday? I never told you when I had it."

"Well, you see, there was one other reason why I knew that you were dreaming about fooling around with Billy," Tommy confessed, unable to repress a sheepish grin. "Your dream was so intense that you were broadcasting."

"You shared my dream Tuesday night?" Kim gasped. She sat up and glared furiously at Tommy. "You mean to tell me that you knew all along, and you let me worry about what you'd think... Tommy Oliver, you fink!"

Grabbing a pillow, Kim lashed out with a vicious swipe. Tommy rolled out of the way and grabbed the other pillow, using it as a shield against Kim's barrage. Tommy took advantage of an opening to get in a quick hit when she paused a moment to catch her breath. Kim retaliated; however, her irritation quickly burned itself out. Amid the pair's laughter, the contest soon became a playful tussle that evolved into the start of another round of lovemaking.

~*~

Billy closed his psychology book in disgust when he realized that he had been staring at the same page for the last five minutes without reading a word. He just could not set his mind to studying. He was too preoccupied with the dream he had last night. He hadn't been so distracted by a dream since he hit puberty. Even thinking of it in the most abstract terms had increased his pulse rate, raised the level of testosterone flooding his body, and brought a blush to his face--much to his annoyance. His father had accused him of hogging all the hot water for his shower; he had been exceedingly long in the bathroom, but the water had been anything but hot, not that an ice cold shower had done any good in alleviating his hormonal distress. The power of the dream had been such to leave him with soiled sheets and pajamas.

The dream had involved Kimberly and Tommy. He had relived the memory of their love making many times, and the same could be said for Kimberly's sleepy assault upon his person. However, the previous evening's x-rated feature added a new dimension to his fantasy. It started as usual, with him entering the infirmary and finding Tommy and Kimberly's naked bodies intertwined on the island of mattresses and pillows. The recollection played the same as always--him hiding behind the exam bed and Kimberly waking up--until Kimberly began sucking Tommy's cock. This time when he peeked around the corner of the bed, Kimberly's eyes were locked onto his. She held him spellbound with her gaze as she gave Tommy the blow job. The way she slowly slid her lips down Tommy's cock... every stroke of her tongue... seemed to be performed for his benefit. He couldn't have torn his eyes away even if he had wanted to. With rapturous delight, Kimberly consumed Tommy's cock until he started waking up. When she ceased her oral ministrations, she flashed Billy a lusty smile that had him biting back a moan.

"I want you to make love to me," Kim requested of Tommy, but she seemed to be making the same request of Billy. "I want to feel your hands on my body, the warmth of your mouth on my breasts, and the softness of your tongue on my pussy...."

The sex that followed was the same sweet, slow love making he had witnessed; however, when it came time for Tommy slide his organ into Kim's waiting orifice, the dream changed. Kimberly was on top this time. Slowly at first, then with greater abandon, Kim worked herself on Tommy's shaft. Her face was alight with joy and lust, and her moans and gasps descended into hungry growls. Her hands roamed her body, fondling her breasts and playing with her clitoris, and all the while she continued to stare at Billy, who was helpless to do naught but watch, his own desires simmering just below the surface of his control. He ached to go to Kim, to devour her luscious lips and taste the sweetness of her breasts. He longed to have her wrap her lips around his aching organ.

"Make me come! Please, make me come!" Kim cried out, and Billy could have sworn he heard her call his name. At last Kim climaxed with such force that she was thrashing about wildly even as she continued to impale herself on Tommy's rod. As for Tommy, his climax followed Kim's closely. The two held onto each other fiercely as they rode out the wave of pleasure which consumed them, and then, as if on cue, they collapsed.

Kimberly recovered from her swoon first. She pushed herself up from the mattress and stared hungrily into Tommy's eyes.

"More, Tommy," she begged in a voice that was at once innocent and voluptuous.

"I can't," Tommy gasped. "I have nothing left."

"That's all right. You get some rest; I have an idea." Kimberly kissed Tommy's brow. He was asleep almost before she was finished. Kimberly contemplated her sleeping lover for a moment, her expression softening. Then, the fire and hunger flared anew.

Billy breathed heavily as he took shelter behind the diagnostic bed, trying to collect himself and make good his escape. Maddeningly, he hadn't ejaculated yet. He wanted to, desperately, but he had to get out of the infirmary before anything else happened. Billy debated whether to have another look. Kim and Tommy had been quiet for an awfully long time. When he peered around the bed, Kim was crawling off Tommy, who was sound asleep. She had gathered a sheet about herself, and Billy's mouth went dry as she advanced toward him. The coverlet slipped, revealing first her full, round breasts, then her stomach and hips until Kimberly finally tossed the bed linen aside. She stalked him with a lustful gleam in her eyes, her petite, athletic body exuding a newfound sexuality. She stopped at last when she stood before him, and she slowly sank down until she was looking directly into his eyes.

"Please, Billy," she entreated. "Help me." Billy had never heard supplication sound more inviting. How could he refuse?

"Certainly."

Even as he agreed, the room spun, and the scene changed. Billy, now in uniform, was pinned against the wall, and Kimberly was devouring his mouth. He was trying to get his bearings and keep her from sending them both crashing to the floor as her lips sought his neck and nibbled at his earlobes. Her hands were all over his body. She was grinding herself against his groin feverishly. Billy waited for Tommy to come in--which he always did at this point in the dream--but he never arrived.

"I want to taste your cock," Kimberly growled as she tore the uniform off his body. "I want to feel you ramming your rod deep into my pussy." Billy groaned as Kimberly's lips enveloped his penis and his aching cock vanished into the depths of her mouth. He was at a loss for words as she fucked him with her mouth, and all the while, her expressive brown eyes held his in a filthy cute gaze. Her hands pulled his buttocks forward, making him pump her face of his own volition. A finger slipped down the crack of his ass and trailed down to tickle his balls. The sensations were driving Billy wild. He could feel the semen rising in his testicles. He felt the blood pounding in his veins. Kimberly's mouth relentlessly slid up and down his shaft. Billy climaxed hard, shooting sperm down Kimberly's throat. Colors swam before his eyes, blurring his vision as his body gave in to the sweet release of his powerful orgasm.

When Billy regained his equilibrium, he found himself seated at his desk holding his now-flaccid organ, his hand sticky with semen. Billy sighed as he reached for the tissues. This time he hadn't even made it to the part of the dream where he got to do anything to Kimberly.

"I've got to get out of here," he muttered as he stripped off his soiled clothing. Once he was dressed again, he decided to call Laura. She was a friend of Kimberly's he had gone out with a few times during their academic careers. He found Laura intelligent, beautiful, and convivial company; however, she did not excite his hormones like Kimberly did. It wasn't just Laura; why was he unable to picture any other young woman doing to him the things Kimberly had?

Put Kimberly out of your mind; she's Tommy's girl! Billy chided himself as he reached for the phone. He was escorting Laura to the prom on Friday night--a prom delayed almost a month due to damages to the gymnasium from one of Zedd's assaults. The two of them would be joining Tommy and Kimberly and the others and their dates for the post prom festivities.

When Billy's call went through, all he got was the answering machine. With a frustrated sigh, he hung up the phone and headed outside for a walk. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon; it was almost a shame to have to waste it studying for exams. Billy headed towards the park, his thoughts never straying far from his dilemma.

Why was he dreaming about being intimate with Kimberly now? Billy reflected on their years of friendship. Initially, he hadn't been quite sure what to make of her. Billy had found her cute, spunky, not unintelligent, but she had always seemed so flighty. Still, she was a loyal friend, and Billy had learned to accept her idiosyncrasies. However, his view of Kimberly changed drastically with the arrival of puberty. From the outset, Kim had been a regular feature in his adolescent fantasies. At night, in his imagination, the two of them had engaged in all manner of sexual pursuits--such as he conceived of them back then; however, during his waking hours, it was evident that such a liaison was not to be.

It had been difficult accepting Kimberly's relationships with other young men. Part of his difficulty was envy, but Billy had quickly realized that he shared more with Kimberly in their platonic friendship than most of her boyfriends ever did. The other part was realizing that her would-be boyfriends didn't truly appreciate her. All they were interested in was dating the attractive one-time cheerleader and gymnast; they weren't interested in knowing the person inside. Sometimes when a relationship had gone sour, Kimberly had turned to him for solace--when Trini wasn't available. To be fair, it wasn't always the boy's fault. Her parents' divorce had affected Kimberly more deeply than she would ever admit. Kim was seeking something in her relationships that most teenage men could not provide: a sense of security. Billy could have given her all that; he would have liked the opportunity, but it wasn't to be.

By the time they had been recruited by Zordon, Billy had reached the stage where he would have been satisfied to see Kim happy in a relationship regardless of who it was she was with. That was why he was so happy for her and Tommy, because Tommy did appreciate Kim for all those things no one else could see, and he provided Kimberly with the affection and security she had been looking for. Initially, he had been afraid that Kim would no longer need him as she had, but he had discovered that she needed his friendship and support as much as ever. In fact, she and Tommy needed him, and that had never been more apparent than during their ordeals in Zedd's citadel and with Sagitteros' spell.

Billy still had mixed emotions over what had transpired. He thought it ironic that Adam should mention feeling helpless when Zedd's next attack came; he had had his fill of helplessness during Kim and Tommy's abduction. For all his knowledge and skills, he had been unable to do anything to help his friends. Kim's resourcefulness had provided them with their location; the sacrifice of her dignity had provided them with a means of escape from the dungeon, and her emotional attachment to Tommy enabled her to hang on to the thinnest thread of life. Billy's contribution to his friends' rescue had merely been a shoulder to cry on; reversing the power flow on the lance to restore Kimberly's energy wouldn't have mattered had Tommy been unable to retrieve Kimberly's consciousness, and his efforts in the second crisis had been limited to returning Kimberly to the present. Again, his talents had not contributed to saving her life. That had been Tommy's honor.

Yet, for all his feelings of helplessness and uselessness, Billy would not have wanted to trade places with Tommy. His own trauma at the time had been bad enough without having the deeper commitment that Tommy and Kimberly shared; how much more painful had nearly losing Kimberly been for Tommy? Billy wouldn't have wanted to experience such a thing--not even for the opportunity to be intimate with Kimberly. Although, he had had a taste of what that might be like. In spite of his concern and sympathy for Kimberly when she had confessed what she had done, Billy had been intrigued and excited. Kim's sexuality, which always seemed to simmer just beneath the surface, had been let loose in ways even he had never fantasized about. And when Tommy further elaborated on her erotic activities during the course of those six days... ! Even more tantalizing than that was experiencing the magic of her hands and mouth for himself. He had been profoundly affected by her perusal of his person and having witnessed Kim and Tommy's liaison, and then there was the kiss in the infirmary....

Billy had to thrust his speculations aside; his anatomy was becoming noticeably more prominent. He wondered how Tommy managed to appear unaffected by Kimberly--especially when she wore those cut-off shorts and clingy, midriff tops. Billy found himself near the lake; he was sorely tempted to jump in, clothes and all, but that would only provide temporary relief. This was a distraction he didn't need during finals.

"Brett, over here! I'm open!"

Billy's attention was drawn to the basketball courts as he recognized Tommy's voice. Tommy and several guys from school were playing a game of three on four, the short-handed "shirts" having two players from Angel Grove's varsity basketball team. The pass to Tommy was intercepted, but the "skins" were unable to convert the turnover into points. Tommy cleared the rebound and hit Allen at the top of the key with the pass. Allen was double teamed, and the ball was knocked out of bounds.

"Hey, Billy, taking a study break too?" Tommy called out.

"You could say that."

"Would you like to join us? We could use another player to even things out."

Billy wasn't especially fond of sports in general, nor was he very skilled at them; however, he often enjoyed shooting hoops with the gang. Billy considered declining, but the fast-paced, intensely physical activity should provide him with a diversion from his hormonal agitation.

"Count me in," he accepted.

"Great. It's our possession; you bring it in," Tommy said as he flipped him the basketball.

Billy tossed the ball in and threw himself in to the game. With the additional player, the "shirts" were able to turn the tide of the game to their favor. The eight players were hard at it until, by general consensus, they decided on a half-time break.

"What final are you working on?" Tommy asked Billy.

"Psychology. And you?"

"English. I'm dreading that essay exam."

"At least we don't have a chemistry final with Mr. Wilton."

"Yeah, ouch! Poor Rocky and Adam. Physics will be bad enough."

"I can help you with physics. When is your final?"

"Thursday. It's my last one."

"Why don't we meet at Ernie's after school on Wednesday, and I'll help you study."

"Great idea. Thanks, man."

"By the way, after you and Kimberly left yesterday, I received a bit of good new that I wanted to share with you."

"Oh? What's that?"

"Are you familiar with Forest Creek Resort?"

"Isn't that up in the mountains or something?"

"It is. My uncle owns the establishment...."

"He does? Billy, that's too cool! I've never been up there, but I hear it's a great place for a vacation."

"I guess I had forgotten that you weren't with us the weekend the gang went up there to study for our science final. Anyway, as part of my graduation present, my uncle has offered me the use of three of the new bungalows for prom weekend. He said that he wanted me to have a present that wasn't 'practical.'"

"Oh, wow!"

"Rocky and Adam have already decided to share one of the cabins, and of course Kimberly and Aisha will share one. I hope you don't mind sharing the third with me, that is if your folks agree to let you come up."

"I don't think that'll be a problem," Tommy said with a grin. He already had several ideas about what he wanted to do with Kimberly up at the resort during the carnival, and having the use of the cabins would only facilitate things. He'd have to discuss the matter with Kimberly.

Billy could almost see Tommy's thoughts. The resort would provide him and Kimberly with the opportunity to resume their amorous activities--if they hadn't done so already. He had his suspicions that the movie Saturday had been long forgotten. That was the problem with having more than a passing knowledge of the depth of their relationship. The others may have known that the two had been intimate, but only Billy really knew the strength of their passion, having witnessed it and discussed it with Tommy. He had known that once their powers were no longer at risk, there would be no holding back for the two. He tried to repress his sigh of frustration and longing. Maybe that was what had triggered his dreams, knowing that the two were going to be sexually active and wanting such a thing so desperately for himself.

"Everybody ready for the second half?" Josh queried.

The guys had gotten their second wind, and Billy was more than ready to put thoughts of Kimberly and Tommy out of his mind--if only for a little while. The eight set up for the jump ball.

"Is this a private game, or can anybody join in?"

The guys turned around to see Kimberly standing on the sidelines. Billy noticed, with a lump in his throat and a resurgence of the one in his groin,that she was wearing a pair of very short white shorts which seemed to be wedged in every crack and crevice. Enticingly, the snap was left unfastened.Her pink t-shirt fit exceedingly close and was cut so that it just barely covered her breasts. Billy prayed he wasn't the only one experiencing difficulties from her presence.

"Kim can play for our team," Josh piped up.

"No way," Tommy objected.

"Why? You got the last new player, and you're kicking our butts," Danny pointed out.

"In case you've forgotten, you're the 'skins,'" Billy said.

"So, that's no big deal," Kim responded brightly. "Tommy's mom told me he was out playing basketball, so I came prepared." She whipped off her t-shirt to reveal a pale pink bikini top that appeared to be a size too small.

Billy was gratified to hear one of the other guys groan.

"Will this do?" she queried innocently.

"Just how are we supposed to concentrate on the game with you looking like that?" Tommy whispered in Kimberly's ear.

"That's your problem," she giggled in reply. "So, are you guys just going stand there gawking at me, or are we going to play?"

Play resumed, but it was hardly the game it had been. Kimberly was proving to be too much of a distraction. Billy couldn't keep his mind on the game for watching her--the way her breasts bounced as she jumped for a rebound, the way her shorts rode up her ass when she scrambled for the loose ball, the way her bottom bumped against his groin as she backed him down. Even the jargon began taking on sexual overtones: hard to the hole, filling the lane, dribble penetration.... It seemed that every time he was guarding Kimberly, his hands wound up in places he would never have dared put them otherwise. Billy had noticed that the others were not immune to her presence, but unlike him, they did not seem concerned. They seemed to be committing a preponderance of hand checking fouls and more closely guarding her than was warranted.

As for Kimberly, she did not seem to mind; in fact, she appeared to be enjoying the disturbance she was creating. At times she seemed to be the one going out of her way to initiate the contact, and in very awkward places. Billy observed that she had singled out Tommy (naturally enough) for special attention, but she was also giving him quite a few gropes. However, no player went unmolested.

"That's it, Hart," Brett snapped, finally unable to take the teasing any longer. He scurried off the court and retrieved his gym bag. "Time to cool you off, girl." Brett pulled a water bottle out of his bag.

"Uh, Brett, I don't think that's such a good idea," Billy objected, but it was too late. Brett shot ice water all over Kimberly, who was squealing and trying to dance away from the spray. She was drenched from head to toe. The fabric of her bikini top became translucent. It seemed as if Kim's breasts were trying hard to break free of their restraints, so achingly hard were the nipples, and their rosy coloring and that of the areola were also discernible. She might as well have been wearing nothing. Even her shorts were almost see-through, and the shadow of her brown curls was visible--Kimberly wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Brett, I ought to...." Kimberly fumed. She stood with her hands on her hips--her thumbs tugging at her belt loops which pulled her shorts lower on her hips--and glared at him.

"I think you and I should switch teams," Tommy suggested. He stripped off his tank top and pulled it down over Kim's head.

"You're no fun," Kimberly pouted as she slid her arms into the holes. The tank managed to cover her down to her shorts, although plenty of cleavage was left visible, as were the sides of her breasts. Even so, Billy and his throbbing cock were grateful for the reprieve.

"What's gotten into you?" Tommy scolded her softly.

"Ask rather what I'd like to have 'gotten into me,'" she replied with a mischievous giggle.

"Kimberly!"

"Oh, you're no fun. If you're going to be like this, I'll just leave you guys to play your dumb ol' basketball game." Kimberly turned and marched off the court. She pulled Tommy's shirt up around her waist and tied it loosely, which provided her audience with a decent view of her bare ass under the soaked white shorts. As she walked away, her bottom wiggled provocatively.

"Oh man," Josh groaned.

Billy and the others turned their attention to Tommy; he was staring after Kimberly as she wandered up the hill. He appeared more perplexed than angry--or aroused, for that matter.

"Kimberly's behavior is most unusual," Billy remarked, his words sounding inadequate to describe the hormonally frustrating encounter. He knew that Kim was something of a tease, but not to the degree she had displayed on the court.

"Tell me about it," Tommy murmured. "Maybe I'd better go find out what this is all about." He gave Billy a conspiratorial wink; Billy knew his seeming indifference for the sham it was.

"Maybe you'd better," Billy seconded. He had no doubt as to the outcome of their encounter, which was why he did not offer to accompany Tommy--as much as he wanted to.

"I'll catch you guys later," Tommy said as he scooped up Kimberly's discarded t-shirt and pursued her at a sedate walk.

"Does he have ice water in his veins or what?" Danny gulped.

"Find out--nothing! He should just fuck her," Brett said.

"Easy, guys," Josh advised, nodding discreetly at Billy. The others took the point.

Billy watched Tommy as he stopped to pick up something--a pale pink tangle of string and minuscule triangles. Consternation vied with lust in his expression. Kimberly's behavior was out of character. Granted, she was a very sensual young woman, but she was usually more discreet. She would tease Tommy sometimes in the presence of the others from the team but never in front of the other kids from school. The only time she had ever teased anyone other than Tommy was at the Halloween dance while she was under the influence of a spell. Billy wondered if her behavior was the result of outside influences; could she somehow be experiencing a relapse? They were fairly certain that Tommy had cured her. What if Zedd had decided to retaliate against Kim and Tommy without their powers after all?

"Hey Billy, are you going to play or what?" Allen queried.

"I don't think so. I'd better get back to my psychology books."

"I'd better get home too," Josh agreed.

"Yeah, so you can jerk off in private," Brett chortled.

"Man, if we all fail our finals tomorrow we'll have Hart to blame for it," Allen added.

Billy had tuned out their banter. His eyes were drawn to the copse of trees into which Kimberly and Tommy had disappeared. Billy knew it was not the way to either of their homes.

Tommy followed Kimberly into the knot of trees atop the hill. While it wasn't completely private, it was probably one of the more secluded areas of the park. It also had the reputation of being the place to take a date. Actually, on more than one occasion, he had thought about bringing her up here. He found Kimberly reclining against a tree near the lone picnic table. She had one hand on her hip and the other tucked behind her. She was smiling impishly. When he was only a few feet away from her, she pulled out what she was hiding behind her back: her shorts. He fought hard to swallow his groan.

"What's this all about?" he asked.

"Can a girl help it if her hormones are hyper-stimulated?" she queried sweetly. Before Tommy knew what was happening, Kimberly dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled his shorts--briefs and all--down around his ankles. The fact that he was butt naked in the middle of the park barely registered as Kimberly grasped his cock and swallowed as much of it as she could.

"Oh man," he moaned. He overbalanced and fell forward, bracing himself against the trunk of the tree as Kimberly sucked him for all she was worth. Tommy couldn't resist watching Kim as she worked his rod in and out of her mouth. Her eyes were closed, and she had such an expression of satisfaction on her face. Still, it was difficult to concentrate on what she was doing because it felt so damn good! As his own eyes fluttered shut, he wished he could watch Kimberly give someone else a blow job.

"Funny," Kimberly murmured around her mouthful of meat, "You didn't show much interest in me back on the basketball court. Even Billy had a more noticeable hard-on than you."

"That's because I've had more practice at keeping my cock under control. The last couple of years have been murder; white Spandex is not the best thing to be wearing when your girlfriend is running around in pink tights and white boots," Tommy groaned.

Kimberly's mouth and hands continued to work their magic on Tommy's cock, bringing him almost to the point of no return; however, he pushed Kimberly away. She emitted a frustrated whimper, and her tongue darted out in a desperate effort to take another taste of his organ. Tommy pulled Kimberly to her feet and stripped his shirt off her, then he lifted her up and held her as he shoved his cock into her dripping wet pussy. Kimberly squealed with delight; she wrapped her legs around Tommy's waist and commenced riding his rod hard. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of his cock filling her; her face was aglow with desire. Tommy watched her passion play across her face and reveled in the abandon with which she repeatedly impaled herself on his cock. When he could tear his eyes from her face, he lapped at her breasts, sucking first one nipple then the other into his mouth. Kimberly's hair flew about her as her thrusting became more frenzied. Her moans were becoming increasingly more audible, so Tommy stuffed his shirt into her mouth. The cotton absorbed most of the scream she released as her body convulsed with her orgasm. She came long and hard.

"Wow, that was some orgasm," Tommy said, grinning. Kimberly's only response was an inarticulate murmur, but her eyes glistened with satisfaction. "Now it's my turn." Tommy set Kimberly down so that she was kneeling on the seat of the picnic table; he bent her over so that he could take her from behind. The walls of her vagina were still trembling as he thrust his cock inside. He reached around to fondle her breasts as he pumped her hard.

"Care to tell me what got you so turned on today?" he asked.

"Another dream."

"Involving Billy?"

"Sort of. You and I were doing some serious necking, and while we were busy, Billy entered the room. He came over and started undressing me while you were kissing me. Once my top was off, you started sucking on my breasts, and then Billy stepped back and took a seat. He watched while we made love; in fact, you were taking me from behind so that I was looking straight at him while you fucked me. I couldn't believe how excited I got; what a rush! I begged him to come closer so I could suck his cock while you fucked me, but he wouldn't do it--the fink. Then, after you came, Billy laid me on the bed and fucked me while you cradled my head in your lap."

Kim's dream excited Tommy as much as it had her; he thrust twice more then pulled out, squirting jism all over her ass.

"That was something else," he said as he collected his clothes. Kimberly sat up on the table top and made no move to put on any of her clothes. "Was that why you were teasing me and the other guys? I'd almost bet one of them had creamed his shorts. That was a powerful performance--almost as good as the one you put on at the Halloween dance."

"I know; except at the dance, I wasn't in control."

"Were you in control this time?" Tommy asked, suddenly concerned. It only just occurred to him that her highly charged behavior might be due to some residual side effect from her prolonged exposure to Zedd's magic.

"Definitely," Kim responded firmly, as if to dispel his doubts. "I came out to the park intending on teasing the hell out of you; I hadn't planned on flirting with anyone else, but when I saw that Billy was there too... I just couldn't help myself. I wish I could explain the feeling to you. It was kind of like the rush I got the first time I morphed. I felt supercharged. I felt free, giddy, even a little naughty. It was really powerful knowing that I had all eight of you in the palm of my hand. It was very exciting, and the longer I teased you guys, the more uninhibited I felt. Just thinking about it has me hot. Can we do it again, Tommy?"

"Here? Now? Can't you wait until we get home? We're lucky no one's caught us yet."

"More, Tommy; please?"

More, Tommy; please?

Billy's heart leaped in his chest as his cock leaped in his pants. That was the tone of voice Kimberly used in his dream.

Shortly after the basketball game had broken up, Billy hung around for a bit, waiting for the others to leave. Once he was alone, he started off in the same direction as Kimberly and Tommy. He couldn't have said why--at least, not that he was willing to admit to himself. He hadn't figured that the two would run the risk of making love in public in broad daylight, but that's obviously what they had done.

From where he stood under the cover of the trees, Billy could see Kimberly sitting on the edge of the picnic table. Her legs were spread wide, providing him with an excellent view of her pussy--a sight he had never enjoyed before. While not unfamiliar with textbook diagrams, this was the first time he had ever observed the female genitalia in full flower: the vulva a deep rosy pink, the folds of the labia--minor and major a--engorged .. . all coated with Kimberly's fluids.... She was rubbing her clitoris with her left hand and playing with her nipples with her right. Tommy was standing beside her, trying to look stern and failing. She gazed up at Tommy beseechingly.

"Please, Tommy, if you won't fuck me then at least eat me."

"You are impossible," Tommy sighed.

"Only when I'm horny... and boy, am I ever horny!" she growled.

"If you'd wait until we got to my house, I'd give you a tongue bath you wouldn't soon forget."

"You can do me at home, too, as long as you eat me now!"

Billy watched as Tommy fell to his knees and buried his face between Kimberly's legs. With a squeal of delight, Kim laid back on the table and closed her legs around Tommy's head, throwing her limbs up over his shoulders. Tommy was not using the patience that Billy remembered, but Kimberly did not seem to mind as she thrashed wildly about. Billy was afraid that she was going to wind up with splinters in very awkward places. Several times she nearly sat upright, and on one of those occasions, it seemed as if she might have spotted him. A look of surprise filled her eyes momentarily, but was quickly replaced by mounting passion.

The imagined contact broke the spell which held Billy in enthralled. He found himself stroking his cock in rhythm with Kimberly's thrusts against Tommy's face. Quickly and quietly, Billy fled from the scene. Kimberly's whimpers and moans followed him as he hurried through the trees. He hadn't even reached the basketball court when he heard the shriek that signified Kimberly had achieved her orgasm.

~*~

"Hey, Billy, you look bummed. What's wrong?" Tommy queried as he pulled up a chair to join Billy. As agreed, the two had met to study for Tommy's physics exam; Billy's book was open, but his heart was obviously not into studying.

"I just received some bad news; Laura has to cancel for Friday night," Billy responded.

"She can't go to the prom? Oh man, I'm sorry."

"It was a family emergency."

"Nothing too serious, I hope."

"She did not specify, but she sounded more annoyed than concerned."

"Are you still going to go?"

"I don't think so."

"Why? You've already put out the money for the tux and tickets."

"Going to the prom without a date is pretty lame."

"Why don't you come along with Kimberly and me," Tommy offered. "All six of us planned to get together with our dates for the post prom carnival and breakfast before we headed up to your uncle's resort for the weekend."

"I'm sure you and Kimberly have other things you'd rather be doing--without a tag along." Billy's mind conjured the image of Kim laying back on the picnic table with her legs spread wide.

"Anything Kimberly and I want to do without a tag along will have to be done before Friday or wait until Saturday." Tommy felt a twinge of guilt; he and Kim did have intimate plans, but not for Friday night. Kimberly was on the decoration committee for the prom. She was going to be spending Friday getting the gymnasium ready for the dance, and there was the tear down afterwards. Tommy had volunteered to help with the tear down just so Kimberly wouldn't be at it too late. They'd be doing good to make the carnival and breakfast. However, they had discussed the possibility of sharing a bed Friday night regardless of whether or not they did anything else but sleep.

"I don't know, Tommy. Kimberly may not want me around. She has been acting most... peculiarly of late," Billy said delicately, trying to find a way to ask Tommy about her erotic behavior.

"Kimberly won't like the thought of you sitting at home on prom night anymore than I do."

"Hey, Billy," Kimberly said brightly as she skipped over. She tousled Billy's hair affectionately, much to his surprise. "Hey, Gorgeous." Tommy received a deep, lingering kiss, which caught him off guard as well. "Who won't like what any more than you?"

"Laura had to cancel their date for the prom," Tommy said.

"Oh, Billy, I'm so sorry," Kimberly gasped, turning to give Billy a sympathetic look. "Are you still going to go?"

"No, I think I'll just...." Kimberly silenced Billy's refusal by putting a finger to his lips.

"Nonsense. You are not staying home to read technical journals if I have anything to say about it," Kimberly insisted. "Billy can join us, can't he, Tommy?"

"Of course."

"Come on, Billy; I won't take no for an answer."

"Since you put it that way...."

"Great! I'll be the luckiest girl at the prom, being escorted by two of the sweetest guys in school." Kimberly gave Billy a peck on the cheek. Then she glanced at her watch. "Oh, gotta run!"

"Where are you going?" Tommy asked.

"I'm meeting Aisha at the mall. Last minute shopping. I also have to pick up my dress; you are going to love it! Will you be free this evening, or do you have to study for a final?"

"Billy and I are working on physics now. You can drop by. What's up?"

"I'm in search of new music." Kimberly raked her fingers through Tommy's hair then pulled him to her by his collar. "I feel like dancing," she whispered, giving his ear a parting lick. When she released him, Tommy melted into his seat.

" 'Bye, guys," Kimberly said sweetly as she scampered off.

"That was... interesting," Billy murmured, aware of the heat in his cheeks and the tightness in his groin. His continual state of arousal was getting to be something of a nuisance, especially since he knew there was no recourse for alleviating it. Tommy did not respond to his statement, and Billy glanced up to see that Tommy's eyes were shut, and he wore a besotted grin on his face. "Earth to Tommy. Anyone home?"

"Huh, oh, sorry Billy; I was sort of distracted."

"I could see that. Kimberly has a way of being a distraction."

"I'll say! I have never been more motivated to study physics than I am right now."

"Kimberly has been much more uninhibited of late, and dressing much more provocatively," Billy noted, recalling her cutoffs and pink bikini top from the other afternoon. He could feel his physical response to the memory and tried to put a check on his emotions. "Is she all right? I haven't seen her act like this since Sagitteros' spell."

"She's fine; I kind of thought she might be suffering a relapse, too, after that performance in the park the other day, but she assures me she is fully aware of what she's doing. As she put it, she has hyper-stimulated hormones."

"May one assume that you two have resumed the more physical aspect of your relationship?" Billy felt foolish; this was really none of his business, and he already knew the answer. He just had to hear it from Tommy.

"Yeah," Tommy confirmed somewhat sheepishly. "Are we that obvious?"

"Well, Kimberly has been, and her voice did carry quite a bit Sunday afternoon...."

"So, we were caught."

"In a manner of speaking. Your intent in pursuing her was unmistakable. Regardless, it is only natural that the two of you should pursue a more intimate level...."

"Billy, you're blushing," Tommy noted with a grin. Billy made a face and turned a deeper crimson.

"To get back to the original topic, are you certain you want me around on prom night?" Billy asked, trying to recover his equilibrium.

"Kimberly's already made up her mind, so there's no point in worrying about it. We wouldn't have asked you if we didn't want you with us."

"Well, I suppose the technical journals can wait," Billy acquiesced with a smile. As much as he hated to admit it, he found the idea appealing. He observed the thoughtful look Tommy was giving him and wondered if Tommy had any idea as to what was going through his head.

"I can't believe Laura had to cancel," Aisha remarked when Kimberly told her about Billy's situation. The girls had done all the damage they could at the mall and were kicking back to relax at the juice bar before heading home. "I'm glad you and Tommy asked him to join you. I couldn't bear to think of him sitting home alone on prom night. I'd be tempted to ask him along with me, but I'm not sure how Curtis would take it."

"Curtis? You fink, why didn't you tell me you were going with Zack's cousin?" Kimberly demanded. Aisha had been exceedingly closed lipped about her date to the prom; so much so that Kimberly had wondered if Aisha might have invented a date. To Kimberly's knowledge, Aisha hadn't dated much, and even though they were best friends and now roommates, Kimberly still didn't know if Aisha knew many guys outside of their teammates.

"I didn't know Curtis was related to Zack," Aisha said.

"I haven't seen much of Curtis lately, but as I recall, he's an excellent dancer and a real charmer."

"He is that," Aisha agreed, and the two shared a giggle.

"You know," Kimberly began, feeling uncharacteristically serious, "it seems kind of weird to be sitting around talking about guys and doing normal teenage stuff without having to worry about getting the signal to go save the world."

"I know what you mean; in a way, I sort of miss it. My wrist feels naked without my communicator," Aisha agreed, "but now I feel like I can finally have a relationship with a guy who isn't on the team. You and Tommy were really lucky."

"In some ways, it made life easier, but in others...." Kimberly let her words hang. There was no need to elaborate. All of their friends knew the trials that Kimberly and Tommy had faced in their relationship. Like the problem Kimberly was having now... this business with pursuing Billy was driving her to distraction, and Tommy was much too accommodating. She wanted another opinion, but she wasn't sure how Aisha would react. "However, being a Ranger never stopped Rocky from pursuing girlfriends. He and Jessica Peterson are pretty tight."

"Yeah, but not as tight as he'd like them to be," Aisha said knowingly. "After seeing what happened to your powers when you and Tommy got physical, I think the rest of us were more inclined to abstain while we were still on active duty."

Just then Adam emerged from the locker room. He spied the girls and wandered over.

"Hello, Kimberly, Aisha," he said as he took a seat.

"What's up, Adam? You look really bummed," Kimberly noted.

"Not really bummed, just sort of... I don't know."

"Something's bugging you. Did Sarah cancel for Friday night?" Aisha asked.

"Nothing as bad as that," Adam replied. "Rocky just told me he's planning on bringing Jessica up to the cabin Friday night."

"Ah," both Kimberly and Aisha murmured knowingly.

"I know he has his own room, but I'd really feel uncomfortable hanging around while he and Jessica...." Adam's blush conveyed his dilemma more eloquently than his words.

"There won't be much going on, not if I know Jessica," Aisha replied with a snicker.

"Still, I wouldn't feel right being there. I wonder if Tommy and Billy would mind if I stayed in their cabin Friday."

"I'm sure it'd be all right," Aisha assured him.

"Actually," Kimberly began hesitantly; she felt a warmth spreading through her cheeks, "it might be better if you crashed in our cabin--that is, if you don't mind, Aisha."

"I have no problem with that."

"I appreciate the offer, but I probably should bunk with the guys," Adam declined. Kimberly shot Aisha a penetrating, pleading look; it took Aisha a moment to pick up on her hint.

"Ah, Adam, I think Kimberly has a very good reason for suggesting you stay in our cabin."

"Oh?" Adam seemed puzzled, and Aisha sighed exasperatedly.

"She and Tommy have plans for Friday night, too. Am I right?" Aisha blurted out.

"Yes, you're right," Kimberly confirmed, feeling a bit embarrassed. Adam still looked confused.

"Will Friday be your first time since retiring your coins?" Aisha pursued.

"No."

"So when did you two. . . ?"

"Saturday."

"You guys sure didn't waste any time."

"Can you blame us?" Kimberly harumphed. Why was she getting so testy about discussing her sex life with Aisha. It's not like she didn't already know that she and Tommy had been intimate. "Have you any idea how hard it was to behave ourselves for the last six months?"

"I think I've missed something here," Adam murmured uncomfortably, not certain if he really wanted to hear the answer.

"Dunce, Tommy and Kimberly have picked up where they left off when Kim lost her powers; they're going to be doing what Rocky hopes to do with Jessica."

"Ah ha. Maybe I should leave you two alone," Adam suggested awkwardly.

"What for?" Aisha wondered.

"We're sorry, Adam; we didn't mean to embarrass you," Kimberly apologized.

"It's all right. It's just that I'm sure you and Tommy don't want everyone knowing all the details of your personal lives."

Kimberly recognized the shot at Aisha's bluntness in his statement, but the barb seemed to have no effect.

"Oh, come on, Adam. It's not like the rest of us didn't know they'd been fooling around. We knew the first time they ever had sex."

"That was different," Adam countered. "Kimberly's life was on the line; Zordon had to tell the team what was going on. If Tommy and Kimberly had chosen to be intimate for personal reasons, I doubt they'd have announced it to the team."

"That's really sweet of you, Adam," Kimberly said. That was one of the things she always appreciated about Billy; he was sensitive to her and Tommy's privacy even though he knew pretty much all there was to know about their sex life. "However, you guys probably would have found out anyway; it's hard to keep secrets in such a close knit group."

"I guess you're right, but I don't know if I could handle everyone knowing what I was doing with my girlfriend--if I had one, that is."

"Privacy would have been nice, but things didn't work out that way. I don't mind it too much any more."

"So, will you be sending Billy my way too?" Aisha asked.

"No, I couldn't ask Billy to leave; it just wouldn't be right considering he's the reason we have the cabins. Besides, Tommy and I may be too tired to do anything but sleep after the prom."

"I know you better than that, girl. Once you get your hands on Tommy's hair, you'll be recharged and ready for action."

"Does Billy know what you and Tommy are planning?" Adam wondered.

"If he doesn't, I'm sure he suspects," Aisha retorted. "He'd have to be as thick as Bulk and Skull not to."

"Tommy does have his own room, you know, so what's the big deal?" Kimberly asked, squirming slightly. She couldn't say why she was reacting so adversely; after all, this touched on the topic she wanted to pursue. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she still wasn't sure she wanted it generally known that she was interested in fooling around with Billy.

"I know, maybe you should invite Billy to join you guys in bed!" Aisha said, suddenly inspired.

"Aisha!" Adam and Kimberly exclaimed, although he was more shocked by the idea than she was.

"Take it easy; I'm only kidding."

"That wasn't very funny." What unnerved Kimberly the most was that she was seriously considering doing what Aisha proposed.

"Billy wouldn't do a thing like that," Adam protested in Billy's defense.

"I don't know; I think he might be interested," Aisha speculated. "I've often thought he may have a crush on Kim, and I know he enjoyed the attention Kim paid him while we were prisoners in Zedd's citadel. The way she went after him...."

"Aisha," Adam hissed, kicking her under the table. He nodded to Kimberly who wore a pained expression.

"Oh jeez, I really put my foot in it this time," Aisha apologized. "I can be as dimwitted as Rocky sometimes."

"I didn't really have much of a choice," Kimberly muttered softly, more to convince herself than the others. It was a feeble attempt, and she knew it. "I couldn't risk Zedd finding out I was free of his spell. I had to pretend like...."

"We know, Kimberly," Adam assured her, trying in some way to ease her discomfort.

Kim continue on as if she hadn't heard him. "And it wasn't Billy's fault he walked in on us while we were...." The words died in her throat as she observed Adam and Aisha's astounded expressions. Kimberly belatedly recalled that no one else knew about Billy watching their love making in the infirmary. She wanted to kick herself for bringing it up.

"When did Billy see the two of you making out?" Aisha demanded.

"Look, you have got to promise me you won't say a word to Tommy; I don't think he knows about it, and please don't say anything to Billy about this slipping out--he doesn't know I know," Kim began awkwardly, not knowing what else to do.

"We'll keep mum about it," Aisha said.

"It was at the infirmary...." Kimberly just did not know how to explain it.

"That must have been the time Billy went to get Tommy to help us in the battle with Goldar and the giant vibrator," Adam realized. Kimberly nearly sighed with relief.

"I'd forgotten about that," Aisha added. "You mean, he teleported in, and you guys weren't finished yet?"

"Something like that." Kimberly saw no need to correct their assumption; there was no way she could tell them that had been the second time that Billy had been present.

"Billy must have been totally embarrassed," Aisha gasped.

"Definitely," Kimberly confirmed, adding to herself, "and totally turned on." She vividly recalled the bulge in his blue Spandex.

"What did you do?" Adam asked.

"What could I do? I didn't realize he was there until Tommy and I were done."

"You must have been mortified."

"By the time I really understood what had happened, I was too out of it to care, and Tommy was so exhausted I don't think he would have noticed. At any rate, Billy felt badly enough for all of us. That's why I never mentioned it to him or Tommy."

"The less said about it the better," Adam agreed.

"Thanks, you two. Tell you what, Adam; I'll talk to both Tommy and Billy about Friday night. If there's any hesitation about me staying with Tommy, I'll tell them you'll be over instead. Okay?"

"Thanks, Kimberly."

"I hope Rocky wasn't planning on keeping his rendezvous with Jessica a secret," Aisha giggled. "Kim was right about how quickly word gets around."

"We won't tell Rocky we know," Kimberly said. "I'll be seeing Tommy tonight, so I'll have an answer real soon."

"That explains your side trip to Lynette's," Aisha said knowingly, raising another blush in Kimberly's cheeks. "Are you going to show us what you bought?"

"No." Kim wasn't even sure she'd show Tommy what she bought. It wasn't something from Lynette's proper--rather the "back room."

"Do you realize, Adam, that you and I are the only ones who aren't going to be getting any this weekend."

Kimberly noticed that Aisha had forgotten to include Billy in the list. Was that an oversight, or could Aisha possibly have an inkling as to what was going through her mind? Regardless, Adam seemed not to have picked up on Aisha's omission.

"Looks that way," Adam agreed.

"Of course, you and I could always...."

"Aisha!"

"We'll have the whole cabin to ourselves...."

"You're joking--aren't you?" Adam gulped.

"Of course I am."

Adam looked relieved, but Kimberly wasn't sure whether Aisha was kidding or not.

Kim remained at the table thinking about her problem long after both Aisha and Adam had left. She told Aisha she was going to wait for Tommy's karate class to finish up. What was she going to do? She couldn't--shouldn't do anything with Billy, and yet she wanted to desperately. Kimberly was so lost in thought that she had lost track of the time.

"Hey, Beautiful, what are you doing here?" Tommy queried as he emerged from the Youth Center.

"Oh, hi, Tommy," Kim yelped, so startled by his appearance that she jumped in her seat. In doing so, she bumped the table, spilling the packages that she had propped against it.

"Here, let me get that," Tommy offered.

"No, that's all right. I don't want you to see my dress yet," Kim declined, hastily stuffing purchases back into the bags. It wasn't her dress that she didn't want him to....

"I promise not to look at your... say, what's this?" Tommy asked as he picked up the small package suspiciously wrapped in plain brown paper that had fallen out of the lingerie shopping bag. Tommy turned the item over noting that the wrapping had been torn.

Kim cringed.

"Is this what I think it is?" Tommy wondered, smiling broadly.

Kim blushed a furious crimson. "Yes," she admitted at last, snatching the object from him and cramming it into a different bag. "My last one broke so I had to replace it."

"Your last one? I didn't think you were particularly fond of vibrators," Tommy teased. Their experiences with vibrators had not been very pleasant. Kim had used one on him during her explorations as the "Power Slut", and while he had enjoyed the sensations the device had produced (to his astonishment), he had not enjoyed the context of the situation. Then, there had been Vy-Brator: the monster Zedd had created from the same vibrator. Once Vy-Brator had been returned to its original form and Kimberly realized where she had seen the vibrator, she had really lost her cool and had runoff.

"This isn't like the one from Zedd's palace," Kim hastened to say. "It isn't as... intimidating. It's small but powerful enough when my fingers just can't get the job done."

"How long have you had your vibrator?" Tommy asked, consumed with curiosity and amusement.

"Since November," Kim confessed reluctantly.

"Are you going to bring it up to the bungalow this weekend?"

"That's kind of what I was waiting to talk to you about," Kim said, grateful for the opportunity to change the subject. "I think we should ask Billy if it's okay for us to share your room."

"I'm sure he won't mind." Tommy had the feeling that Billy already suspected that they might make use of the cabin this weekend.

"He might feel a little uncomfortable, especially if we do more than just sleep. I don't want to do that to Billy; it wouldn't be right. We should ask."

"All right, if it'll make you feel better," Tommy agreed in the face of her concern and distress. Tommy hadn't considered that, even though Kimberly was dreaming about doing Billy, she might feel uneasy having him around while they were engaged in sex. She had no way of knowing that Billy had already seen the two of them in action.

"I'd appreciate it," Kim said with a small sigh.

"So, are you still planning on stopping by tonight?" Tommy asked hopefully. He had seen the bag from the music store.

"Actually, could I take a rain check? While I was out with Aisha, I remembered I have to finish reading this novel for English class. After that, I'll be finished with exams until my Tuesday history test. I can come by Thursday night, okay?"

"Sure, Kim. Thursday is fine. Do you need a lift home?"

"No, I have my car, but I could use some help with these bags."

"No problem."

"Remember, no peeking."

"I wouldn't dream of it." As Tommy gathered up a couple of bags, he couldn't help but wonder about Kimberly's little toy. Just how often was she using her vibrator--considering she said she had broken her old one--and what were the chances he could convince Kim to use it the next time they had the chance to fool around?

On to Part Two