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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"Did you check with Billy about tomorrow?" Kimberly asked as she and Tommy headed down the basement stairs. Tommy had converted part of the basement into a practice do-jo, and over the last six months it had doubled as a dance studio. There were plenty of mats; the stereo was down there, and when his parents weren't home, it provided plenty of privacy. The idea had been Tommy's; he hadn't seen Kimberly dance in ages, and he loved watching her dance; she was so incredibly sexy.

"Yes, I told him that I might invite you over and asked if he minded very much."

"So, what did he say?"

"To paraphrase Billy, he had anticipated as much, and as long as we were not disturbed by his presence he had no difficulties with us co-habitating."

"Billy must be bugged by something; he doesn't usually get wordy unless he's 'emotionally off balance,' as he once put it."

"He seemed fine to me."

Kimberly set her bag on the floor and rifled through the front pocket in search of her cassette. She stepped out of her sweatpants and jacket;underneath she wore black bike shorts with a thong in hot pink over them.Over her black bra top she wore a loose pink tank. If Tommy's pulse wasn't elevated enough by the thought of her dancing and her outfit, it shot off the charts when she slipped on a pair of black leather boots.

"He 'anticipated' our 'co-habitating,' huh? Why is it everyone seems to know what we're going to be doing before we do it?" Kimberly snapped, thinking of her discussion with Aisha and Adam the other afternoon. "Why is it they all expect us to be sleeping together? Why can't we ever seem to have any privacy?"

"What's wrong?" Tommy queried. It wasn't like Kimberly to grouse about something they had no control over, and he thought she had accepted the fact that their friends more or less knew what was going on in their lives.

"Nothin' much," she grumbled as she began stretching out. "Do you know what Aisha suggested we should do this weekend? Invite Billy to join us in bed after the prom."

"Sounds like a good idea to me," Tommy replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"Tommy, please! It's bad enough they know what we're up to; I'd rather not have everyone know about this thing with Billy."

"This is really starting to bother you, isn't it? Although I find the idea of you sleeping with Billy exciting, if you're not comfortable with it, let it go."

"I don't know any more... I had another dream," she admitted reluctantly."You and Billy were making love to me at the same time; it was incredibly powerful. I came so hard, I woke myself up. My panties were soaking wet."

"Wow. It sounds like you really enjoyed yourself."

"I did. That's kind of what bothers me. I never imagined that I'd ever want to do something like that." Kimberly completed her warm ups and walked out on to the mats, but her step lacked its usual strut.

"Hey, if you're not in the mood for this...." Tommy offered.

"Right now, I need to lose myself in the music."

"What are you dancing to? More oldies?"

"Seventies and Eighties hard rock, some Nineties." She nodded to Tommy to start the tape, then waited at parade rest for the music to begin.

Tommy took his seat beside the stereo and settled back to enjoy the show.Her eyes were closed as "Back in Black" started, and her body began to move,starting with her shoulders and down into her hips. Tommy saw the tension ebbing from her body as she began to dance; arms and legs weren't so stiff.Her movements began to flow. When she opened her eyes, he noticed the fire flickering to life. By mid-song, Kimberly's sexy hip movements told Tommy the music had taken over. She was lost in the Zone--a place where nothing existed but the music, and she was its willing slave. Tommy knew well that if Kimberly was as hot as the music, anything could happen.

AC/DC was just the warm up. "Shoot to Thrill" faded and "Let's put the X in Sex" by Kiss came on. Kimberly's eyes were aglow. She gazed at Tommy predatorily and licked her lips, sending an electric charge straight to his cock. He moaned in helpless pleasure as her hands traveled down her undulating body in an intimate caress. Then she undid the knot on her tank top and flirted with removing it. Tommy fervently wished his parents weren't home; if they had been absent, Kimberly probably would have stripped.

"Oh man...." he groaned as Kimberly dropped to the mat during the third verse and began humping the floor. She was getting really close... in another song or two, she'd drag him out onto the mats and start dancing with him--which wasn't a very accurate description. It was more like she used him as a prop, grinding herself against him and using him as a support for some very interesting moves.

"Tommy, door!" his mother yelled down from the basement door. Tommy wanted to swear.

"Coming, Mom!" He was grateful he was wearing the pants from his gi. "I'll be right back, Kim." Tommy doubted that Kimberly had heard him. Her eyes were closed again, and a ZZ Top song was starting up as Tommy bounded up the stairs.

"Front door or back?" he queried of his mother as he entered the kitchen.

"Back." That meant it was probably a friend. Tommy peeked out the window and spied Billy on the back porch. "Why didn't you let Billy in and send him down?"

"He said he'd wait on the porch, and I wasn't sure you and Kimberly wanted to be disturbed."

Tommy studied his mother's face; her expression was neutral. Tommy had a sneaking suspicion that she knew exactly what was going on when she wasn't home. His mother was annoyingly perceptive. If she did know what he and Kim were doing, why hadn't she said anything? Tommy just shrugged it off. If his father hadn't been able to figure his mother out in twenty-plus years of marriage, what chance did he stand?

"Hey, Billy, what brings you here?" Tommy asked as he joined Billy on the back porch.

"I thought I'd drop off your key to the cabin," Billy said, handing him the magnetic passkey.

"Thanks, but I probably won't get a chance to get up there before the prom."

"Here's Kimberly's key, too. I figured that she'd be here since she wasn't at Aisha's. I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

"You didn't. What could you interrupt? My parents are home," Tommy said ruefully. "Kim's just dancing... say, why don't you come downstairs with me?" A tiny voice in Tommy's mind told him that this might not be a good idea, considering Kimberly's frame of mind when she arrived, but Tommy knew that while she was dancing, nothing else mattered but the music. "I've told you about her dancing; it's definitely something to see. When I left her,she was dancing to ZZ Top."

"Are you sure, Tommy? You've also told me how aroused she gets from dancing and that activities of an intimate nature usually follow a performance,"Billy reminded him.

"Like I said, what's going to happen with my parents at home?" Tommy could see that Billy was interested in spite of himself; he just needed a little more coaxing. "Come on, Billy. I'd really like you to see what I've been talking about; words don't do it justice. Kim won't mind."

"I must admit to being more than a little curious," Billy admitted reluctantly, almost as if he couldn't help himself. He had been intrigued since the first time he heard from Kimberly about her seducing Tommy with her dancing in Zedd's citadel, and Tommy's later admissions only fueled his imaginings further. Billy was loathe to gratify his appetite in this manner,but it was a vastly more satisfying method than perusing pornographic media.

"Great! Let's not keep Kimberly waiting," Tommy said, ushering Billy inside before he could change his mind. Tommy's mother looked up from the dishes as Tommy and Billy entered and headed for the basement, but she made no comment.

As they descended the stairs, the introduction to "Gimme All Your Loving" hit their ears. Kimberly was still going strong on the mats. Her hair was damp, and her arms and chest glistened with a light sheen of perspiration. Her head lolled from side to side in time with the rocking of her hips. Tommy motioned Billy to be seated on the stairs then stayed with him instead of resuming his place by the stereo. Kimberly seemed to sense that her audience had returned. Although her eyes were still closed, she threw herself into the dance with greater abandon. At the start of the second verse, Kimberly whipped off her tank top. Tommy grinned at Billy's wide eyes. Billy started to get up--presumably to escape--but Tommy put a restraining hand on his shoulder.

"It's all right," Tommy assured him. Billy sat down again hesitantly, and Tommy noticed for the first time that Kimberly's top zipped in front.

"I never realized she could move like this," Billy remarked in a hoarse whisper, his eyes glued to Kimberly's ass as she strutted off in the opposite direction only to stop and bounce with the beat. The pink thong against the black Lycra drew one's attention to her curvaceous bottom. She glanced back at the boys over her shoulder, her lips pursed in a sexy pout. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Tommy could tell she was enjoying her audience's response. He could also tell that she was planning something mischievous. She paused her performance long enough to flip the tape over.

"Enjoying the show so far?" Tommy queried.

"Most impressive, but I feel like a peeping Tom," Billy confessed.

"She knows we're here. I should warn you that Kim will probably pull us out onto the mats with her at some point."

"What?"

"It's nothing to worry about. She'll let you know what she wants you to do. It can be an awful lot of fun."

The two fell silent as the music resumed: "Cream" by Prince. Kimberly lay down on the mat and rolled about to the moans that served as the song's introduction. As the guitar line commenced, she laid on her back and pumped her hips into the air, sliding her hand down her neck, over her breasts, and between her legs. Then she got to her knees and crawled towards Tommy and Billy as if she was an animal stalking prey. She suddenly stopped and slowly uncoiled herself and rose to her feet. She turned her back to the boys and planted her feet shoulder width apart. With a sharp snap, she bent over, peering at the guys between her legs. Kimberly winked and them and blew them a kiss, then she painstakingly rolled up one vertebrae at a time while sliding her hands up the backs of her legs. When her hands reached her hips, she toyed with the waistband of her thong. Kimberly thrust her bottom towards her audience and eased her thong over her hips and down her legs.

"Oh my...." Billy sighed as Kimberly stepped out of the thong and kicked it toward the stairs. Tommy echoed the sentiment with his own moan of appreciation.

As the final bars of the song faded, Kimberly fixed Billy with a smoldering stare and beckoned for him with her index finger. Her grin was so impish it was almost evil.

"Go on," Tommy urged Billy, nudging him. "She wants you on the mats."

"I couldn't...." Billy protested, however, Kimberly was not to be refused. She sauntered over and stood in front of Billy. She took his hands, placed them on her hips, and held them there as she backed away to the beat of "Finish What You Started" by Van Halen.

Tommy nearly came as he observed the pair. Billy looked almost terrified, and Kimberly looked as if she was going to eat him alive. Kim finally released Billy's hands and turned to face him. She wrapped her arms around Billy's neck and rocked her body closer to his until she was grinding against him. She let go of his neck and as she rocked her body lower, her hands trailing down Billy's chest and stomach almost to the bulge in his shorts. She shimmied up again and placed Billy's hands under her arms, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts. Kim let herself go limp until her weight rested solely in the crook of Billy's thumbs and index fingers. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forwards.

If he had been in Billy's position, Tommy would have buried his face in Kimberly's cleavage. Although Billy was restraining himself, Tommy could see that Billy's nervousness was starting to fade. While not willing to touch just yet, Billy was willing to drink deeply of the exquisite view presented to him. Tommy also noted that Kimberly was holding back more than usual, almost as if she was uncertain about what she was doing.

At the moment, Kimberly had her arms about Billy's waist; her hands were on his ass pressing his hips to hers. She had him put his hands on hers in a reciprocal fashion. She was trying to get him to follow her lead, to move with her. When that didn't work, she spun away from him and finished out the song lightly running her hands over his chest, shoulders, arms and back--but no place more incriminating. The next song was "Poundcake," and Kimberly continued her seductive dancing and teasing, occasionally placing Billy's hands on her sweaty, undulating body. However, halfway through the song, Tommy began to notice subtle changes in Kim's body language. She was touching herself more, running her hands along the neckline of her top, tugging at it and pulling it lower. She toyed with the zipper. Her fingers wandered over her breasts, lightly stimulating her nipples. Her smile became more predatory even as her eyes closed yet again. Tommy didn't need to be standing close to her to feel her heat or her wetness. He knew that look well. Tommy wondered if he should cut in or let Kimberly go to see just how far gone she actually was.

The song had not yet reached the coda when Kimberly stopped moving. She was but a few inches away from Billy. The two of them stood still save for the heaving of their chests, their eyes locked onto each other. Tommy hardly dared to breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Kimberly was obviously aroused; the same could be said for Billy. Tommy could see the in decision in Kimberly's eyes; finally, she moved, but it was only to stand on tip toe and give Billy a gentle peck on the cheek.

"Thanks for the dance," she panted heavily.

"Uh, no problem," Billy muttered as he staggered backwards.

Kimberly then advanced on Tommy. The fire in her eyes told him that all pretense at restraint was gone. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him off the stairs. She jerked the ponytail holder out of his hair and grabbed a double handful of his locks, pulling him to her and crushing his lips in a burning kiss that made him weak in the knees. Then she tore herself away and threw herself whole heartedly into "Runaround." Billy cleared the mat and returned to the stairs. Tommy leaned helplessly against one of the supports.

"I get the distinct impression I should take my leave," Billy said.

"Wait one more song," Tommy suggested. "She's not totally gone yet." Tommy was barely able to finish his sentence before Kimberly yanked him onto the mats with her. She shimmied down the length of his body; her hands wandered as freely over his body as they wandered over her own. Kimberly was dangerously hot. She was beyond merely dancing; she was into serious foreplay. Tommy could see it in the way she spun around, leading with her hips, in the way she played with her hair, and in the way she touched herself. As "Runaround" reached the vamp before the final repeat, Kimberly slid her hands up Tommy's abdomen, undoing the buttons on his shirt as they glided upwards. Tommy had taken to wearing button down shirts whenever Kimberly danced so she wouldn't ruin any more of his t-shirts or tank tops. By the song's end, Kimberly had stripped him to the waist.

At the introduction to "Black and Blue," Kim stood away from Tommy, swaying from side to side. Then, she started advancing toward him with a sexy strut and even sexier smile on her face as the drums joined the guitar line. She dropped into a deep plie and swiveled up again with slow, sweeping movements of her hips.

~*~

"Slip and Slide,

Push it in.

The girl sure has got rhythm."

~*~

As Sammy belted out the first verse, Kimberly thrust her hips sharply against Tommy's in a dry hump. She swung a leg up around his hips and performed an intense bump and grind against his groin. Tommy slipped an arm around her waist to support her, and she slowly arched backwards with a shake to her shoulders.

Kimberly snapped up suddenly and shoved Tommy away from her. She spiked her heel and spun around. She sauntered towards Billy, her arms snaking up around her head. Her fingers romped through her hair, and her eyelids--already at half mast--closed completely. She skimmed her hands down her face and down along her top's neckline. Almost unknowingly, her fingers caught the zipper.

Billy's eyes went wide, and he swallowed hard, much to Tommy's surprise. When Kimberly turned to face him, it was his turn to experience difficulty in swallowing. Her top was completely unzipped. When Kimberly let her top drop to the floor, Tommy shot a glance at Billy. It was difficult to say who was more startled. Tommy shrugged helplessly, and Billy bid him good-bye with a nod. Tommy experienced a pang of regret; he hadn't wanted to scare Billy off or embarrass him in any way.

"Kimberly, what are you doing?" Tommy hissed as she snuggled up to him and began kissing his chest. "My mom's in the kitchen; she could come down at any time."

"I don't care; I need to be fucked now," Kimberly growled, pulling Tommy to the mat and pinning him.

"You know I'd fuck you in a heartbeat, but this isn't the best time or place...." Tommy insisted. Kimberly stared at him as if she couldn't believe he was refusing her. Tommy couldn't believe he was refusing her, but he met her gaze. He wasn't going to back down. Finally, Kimberly climbed off him, her face betraying her frustration, disappointment, and anger. She snatched up her tank top from the floor, and as she put it on, she crossed the room to the stereo and killed the tape.

"Kim...." Tommy began.

"Don't," she snapped. "I know you're right, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Where'd Billy go?"

"I think you scared him off."

"Great, just great."

"Take it easy. He didn't look angry or anything like that."

"This is driving me crazy!" Kimberly fumed. She stomped off when Tommy tried to put his arms around her. "I'm going to do it. I have to, or I'll go nuts."

"Do what?"

"I'm going to try and fuck Billy this weekend while we're up at his uncle's place."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Tommy asked.

"The dreams won't go away, and I can't get the thought out of my mind. I've got to do something, or else I'll bust!"

"If that's what you want to do, I'm behind you all the way."

Kimberly's shoulders sagged with relief. "Thanks for being so understanding,Tommy."

"No problem, but can I ask a favor? If things go well, will you tell me what happens?"

"You'd really like to know?"

"I like it when you share your dreams; why not this?"

"Well, if you really want to hear about it, I guess it's the least I could do."

"Thanks. You know, if you're still in a mood to fool around, we could go to the park," Tommy said. Kimberly perked up at the suggestion. "Only, you'll have to keep it down. I've heard that sound carries really well out there."

~*~

Billy finished putting the last of the groceries in the cabin's kitchenette and directed his attention to his luggage. However, he bumped his knee on the corner of the couch and swore. He was unusually short-tempered; small wonder considering he hadn't slept well.

Damn Tommy for dragging me downstairs last night, Billy groused as he massaged his patella. However, he quickly recanted his invective against Tommy; it wasn't Tommy's fault. Billy had known what he was getting into.Tommy had discussed Kimberly's dancing with him often enough, and that look he and Tommy had exchanged near the end of the performance.... Tommy clearly had not expected Kimberly to take matters as far as she had. Billy couldn't really blame Kimberly either. When she had surrendered herself to the music, she had only been dancing for herself and Tommy; she was well into her groove by the time Tommy had brought him downstairs. When he considered her manner of dancing with Tommy, Kim had been exceedingly restrained when she had danced with him. At the time, he had not noticed it,but now that he thought about it, he realized that she had been fighting to retain her control. It was the reason she had broken away and kept her distance when she had kissed him--which opened up a whole new branch of speculation: why would Kimberly feel the need to restrain herself?

Stop torturing yourself, he chided. If you want to place blame for your lack of sleep and incredibly erotic dreams with any one, blame yourself and your hormones.

Billy was almost dreading the evening's festivities and seriously considered cancelling with Tommy and Kimberly. Kimberly would no doubt drive him to distraction. There would be dancing at the prom, and Kimberly would be out on the dance floor. While it would all be quite innocent, he would be seeing her as she had been last night--her fiery eyes, her sexy smile, her body demanding gratification.... Billy sighed as he shuddered with the memory of her hands on his body. He literally ached with wanting her to touch him as she had touched Tommy last night.

Bringing Tommy to mind acted like a splash of cold water in his face.Kimberly and Tommy would be sharing the room next to his tonight. The two of them would be making love in the other bed. How was he going to stand it? He wished Tommy and Kimberly were going to her cabin instead.

You had your chance to say no. He could have refused Tommy when he had asked--at least Tommy had asked. He had not really needed to do that; the reason Billy had arranged their accommodations thusly was so everyone could have a private room. In thinking about it, Billy suspected Kimberly was the one who had thought to offer him the courtesy.

If you're that uncomfortable, you can always go stay with Adam and Aisha.Billy shook his head. He was making a big deal out of nothing. Tommy and Kimberly couldn't know about his feelings; if they did, they probably would wait to get together until another time. You could always tell them, or better yet, ask if you could join them.

"Tommy, would you object to my participating in your sexual activities with Kimberly? Yeah, right."

Disgusted with himself and the whole situation, Billy wandered back to the bedrooms. As the first to arrive, he had his pick. Both rooms had spacious accommodations, private half baths, and opened onto a shared full bath, but the master bedroom had a queen size bed and a door that opened onto a patio.Billy decided to leave that one for Tommy and Kimberly.

You're hopeless, Billy told himself as he unpacked; however, he was interrupted by a knock at the door. He wasn't expecting anyone, and Tommy had his key. Billy opened the door and was surprised to see Kimberly standing there.

"Hi, Billy," she said brightly. Billy was somewhat annoyed to see that she was her usual cute, perky self. Even her dress was cute and innocent; the seductress from last night was nowhere to be seen--as if she never existed except in his fantasies. He found her Jekyll/Hyde behavior maddening.

"Kimberly? What are you doing here?" His tone sounded sharp in his ears, but Kimberly seemed not to notice.

"May I come in?" Billy finally noticed that she was holding a shopping bag and that her smile was more mischievous than cute.

"Sure." Billy stepped aside, and Kimberly swept past him.

"I've been looking all over for you; your dad told me you came up here to get settled," Kimberly said.

"Looking for me? I thought you were decorating for tonight's festivities."

"I begged off for a couple of hours. I need your help, Billy." Her statement caught him off guard, as did her expression: self-conscious and hopeful.

"What can I help you with?"

"I bought this outfit, and I want your opinion of it."

"My opinion?" he reiterated dubiously.

"The outfit is kind of daring... I've never worn anything like it, and it's not the sort of thing where another woman's opinion would do any good.I need a man's perspective."

"I'm hardly a fashion expert; why don't you ask Tommy?"

"You don't need to be an expert; just tell me if you like it or not.Besides, I can't ask Tommy." Billy thought he saw a bit of red in her cheeks. "It's sort of a surprise for... tonight. Please Billy?" She looked up at him beseechingly, and the way she said please made Billy's mouth go dry.

"If you really want my opinion...."

"Great! I'll just zip into the bathroom and slip this on," she said, delight lighting her features.

"Actually, why don't you use Tommy's room," Billy suggested, "since you'll be staying there tonight and...." The words died on his lips when he saw a blush flare up in Kimberly's cheeks. He felt like an idiot. Just because he knew what was going on didn't mean he had to be blunt about it. He hadn't considered that Kimberly might be embarrassed about others knowing what she and Tommy were up to. "Sorry. There's a large mirror on the dresser in Tommy's room if you need it."

"Thanks, Billy. You know, it was really sweet of your uncle to let us use the new bungalows. They are so cool," Kimberly said as she gathered up her sack and wandered down the hall. "Remember when we all came here to study for that science exam?"

"That seems like aeons ago," Billy replied. That had taken place not too long into their Ranger careers; Jason, Zack and Trini were still on the team, and Tommy had been on hiatus after losing his Green Ranger powers. "We've come a long way since then."

"And now look at us--graduating seniors." Kimberly's voice sounded a trifle dispirited. "Oh drat."

"What's wrong?"

"This outfit doesn't have the same impact without the proper hairdo, and mine isn't cooperating," Kimberly complained, popping her head out of the bedroom door. "Could you bring me my bag? I should have some bobby pins in there."

"Certainly." Billy grabbed her satchel and headed down the hall.

As Billy exited the living room, the front door opened. Tommy had changed his mind about his arrival time. He set his overnight bag on the floor and pocketed his key. He had seen Billy's car in the parking lot and knew he was about. Tommy was about to call out to see where Billy was when he heard Billy's voice coming from down the hall.

"Here it is, Kim," Billy said, knocking on the door.

Tommy's heart skipped a beat. Kimberly had told him that she was going to try her luck with Billy sometime while the six of them were at the resort. Last night, she hadn't had any specific plan; Tommy wondered if that was the reason for her presence.

"You can come in; I'm in the bathroom," Kimberly answered.

Tommy was torn. Part of him wanted to respect Kimberly's privacy; he knew that she had some doubts about the prospect of seducing Billy, but her concerns faded from his mind as Tommy pictured the gleam in her eyes and her uninhibited mannerisms. He had come close to saying something to Billy the other day when Billy had remarked on Kimberly's sexually charged behavior. The thought of Kimberly making love to Billy was really charging his own hormones; that was why he had asked Kimberly to tell him what happened when she made her play for Billy. He really should leave Billy and Kim alone; even though Billy had watched him and Kimberly make love, he hadn't deliberately set out to observe them. Circumstances just worked out that way. However, circumstances had placed him here at an opportune moment. Besides, if Kim really got into things, he should be able to pick up on her thoughts through their link.

Curiosity got the better of Tommy, and he silently moved down the hallway. Billy had left the door slightly ajar. Tommy had a fairly good view of the room due to the position of the dresser mirror. He resolved to stay only long enough to see if Kimberly really was going to go through with it.

"Here you are, Kimberly," Billy said, knocking on the interior door.

"Thanks," she said, sticking her arm out to accept her bag. "Why don't you take a seat on the bed. This will only take a minute."

Billy felt uncomfortable sitting on Tommy's bed waiting for Tommy's girlfriend to come out and model an outfit for him.

"I'm really glad you're coming along with me and Tommy tonight," Kimberly jabbered away from behind the door. Billy felt lousy for harboring mixed emotions about that. Their invitation had been offered in friendship; they hadn't made it with the intent of torturing him.

"Thanks again for inviting me," Billy said for lack of anything better to say. "I wasn't looking forward to being alone tonight."

"Hey, what are friends for? The three of us will have a ball. Ah, there were are. Ready or not, here I come."

Billy looked up as Kimberly stepped out of the bathroom and leaned casually against the door frame. Billy nearly fell off the bed, and his mouth dropped open.

Out in the hallway, Tommy had to stifle a moan of his own.

"What do you think?" Kimberly queried as she paraded out in the tiny, pink satin and black lace teddy she had worn for Tommy on Saturday. The only difference was that her hair was gathered up in a loose Gibson Girl style bun with ringlets tickling her neck. She stopped in front of Billy and spun around slowly, modeling the thong back for him.

"Cold, Kimberly, cold. Poor Billy! If you do the Pose for him, he's had it," Tommy mused. Having already seen the ensemble in question, Tommy knew exactly how Billy felt. He nearly creamed himself the first time Kim had worn the lingerie; it was a herculean effort for him not to come now, especially because Kim wore the same expression now as she had then: her filthy cute, sexual predator smile.

If you wish to respect your friends' privacy, leave now, a little voice in his head warned him, but Tommy's will caved in. He had to see Billy's reaction.

"Well?" Kimberly prompted.

Billy tried to say something, but he couldn't find his voice. He swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes off her. When she took a step towards him, he involuntarily backed away and tumbled to the floor. Concern momentarily replaced the seductive expression on Kim's face as she offered him a helping hand.

"Are you all right?" she queried.

"Sure," he squeaked out, sounding very much like a thirteen year old who just hit puberty. Billy remained crouched on the floor until Kimberly turned her back on him, the heat in his cheeks burning as hot as that in his loins.

"Do you think Tommy will like this?" Kimberly asked as she turned and struck the Pose: her hips and rear thrust back, left leg pushed slightly forward; her back arched just enough to push her breasts forward nearly causing them to spill out of the shallow cups; her right hand slid down her body while her left glided up over her breasts, tracing the flesh peeking over the lace-edged satin, and onward to her throat. Her eyelids were half closed, and her tongue slid across her lips provocatively. Billy moaned helplessly and nearly came.

"I take it that means yes," Kimberly cooed as she stretched out of the posture. "I'm glad you like it."

"Kimberly, what are you doing?" Billy gulped at last. He felt like a cornered animal; Kim must have sensed this for her hungry expression softened. She leaned over, and Billy had a momentary glance at her cleavage before she kissed him.

"This is something I've wanted to do for some time," she replied. Then she kissed him again, much harder than before. Her tongue danced into his mouth to caress his. Billy could feel his resistance weakening, and he brusquely pushed her away.

"Kim, please, stop this," Billy protested. "What about Tommy?"

"Tommy knows what I'm doing," Kim assured him. "I told him what I was up to."

"You told him you were going to seduce me?"

"I wouldn't be here otherwise."

"Is that what you and Tommy were trying to do last night with your dancing?" Billy snapped, letting his frustrations get the better of him.

Kimberly recoiled as if she had been struck. At first indignation played across her features, and she started to say something. However, she considered Billy's words more carefully and anger gave way to something else. "No, I wasn't... we weren't... I didn't mean...." she fumbled tremulously, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

Her reaction caught Billy by surprise, and he immediately regretted his harsh tone. Kimberly was presenting him with the answer to his dreams, so why was he trying to push her away?

"I'm sorry, Kimberly; I shouldn't have lashed out like that. I'm not upset with you or Tommy; I'm upset with myself." When Billy reached out for her, she pulled away.

"I didn't mean to get so wild; I tried to hold back," she said, and Billy suddenly got the impression that he wasn't the one she was trying to convince. "I just couldn't help myself. I wanted to see what it would be like to... touch you."

That admission startled Billy. "But why would you want to touch me?" he asked, more confused than ever. Kimberly sat down on the bed across from him. She positioned herself as demurely as possible, but there was something in the swell of her breasts above the lace-trimmed cups and the curve of her hips that kept distracting Billy.

"We've been friends forever," Kimberly began. To Billy it sounded rather like the opening of a rehearsed speech. Kimberly had probably scripted out the scenario for the afternoon, and his little outburst had knocked her for a loop. "I like you, Billy, a lot; I guess in a way, I always had a sort of crush on you. I just never realized how deep it ran until recently."

"I suppose I could say the same for myself," he confessed cautiously. There were times when he viewed Kimberly almost like a sister, but one did not get aroused by the thought of kissing one's sister.

"You could? That's sweet, Billy."

"I just never would have thought you'd be interested in a guy like me."

"Why not? You're good looking, smart, kind, gentle... what's not to like?"

"I meant attracted with the intent to be intimate. I know why you did what you did in Zedd's citadel, but was it this affection for me that led you to kiss me like you did in the infirmary last November?" Billy asked. Belatedly he realized that Kimberly probably did not know what he was talking about.

"Probably. You're an awfully good kisser, even if you weren't trying very hard."

"You remember...? You weren't sleep walking?"

"No, I was only pretending. I knew what I was doing."

"Then why did you do it?"

"I just couldn't resist; you're really cute when you're embarrassed."

"Kimberly...."

"Billy, I want to make love to you." Kimberly uncoiled herself and leaned closer to him. "I want it to be something special. Just this once, just between friends."

Billy did not know what to say. Part of him yearned to accept her offer eagerly, but the scientist in him refused to let him accept anything at face value.

"What if I were to say no?" His query startled Kimberly, almost as if she had not considered that outcome.

"No means no, Billy. It means I get dressed and leave, and nothing more need be said about any of this."

Kimberly was trying to sound confident, even reasonable, but Billy detected a tremor of uncertainty, perhaps even fear in her voice. It gave Billy the impression that this was no mere whim. Kimberly was really afraid he was going to refuse, but why? Why was being intimate with him so important to her? This line of thought made Billy realize that Kimberly's actions were not without cost to her: possible rejection, jeopardizing friendships--if things did not go well--and possibly her relationship with Tommy. According to Kimberly, Tommy had given his sanction; she had taken a considerable risk in broaching the matter with Tommy. No, there had to be a deeper reason than affection, but Billy did not imagine that Kimberly was consciously aware of it.

"I'm flattered that you want to be intimate with me, but why would you want to engage in sexual intercourse with me when you have Tommy? What do I have to offer?" Even as he uttered the words, Billy knew he was on to something. "Why me? Is it curiosity? Variety? Or something else?"

"I'm not sure I follow you," Kimberly said diffidently as if Billy was getting close to something she didn't wish to examine.

"Do you think I can give you something that, for all his love and skill, Tommy can't?" Billy pursued.

"What do you mean?"

The uncertainty in Kimberly's voice brought her words of a few moments ago back to Billy: "I just wanted to see what it would be like...." He had the beginnings of an idea and decided to test his theory.

"Kimberly, can you remember the first time you touched Tommy intimately? What was it like?" Billy watched as Kimberly closed her eyes and searched her memory; it seemed that the longer she pondered the matter, the more frustrated and angry she became.

"I can't," she said defeatedly; she sounded close to tears.

"Do you know why you can't?"

"No."

"You can't remember because you don't want to. Your mind has shut out most of your memories of the first days of your captivity in Zedd's citadel. It was during those three days while you were under the influence of Zedd's spell that you first became intimate with Tommy. Judging from what you told me at the time, you don't want to recall all the things you did.

"Zedd's spell did more than enslave you and warp your deepest desires. It robbed you and Tommy of some very precious moments: the excitement and uncertainty of deciding for yourselves, the awkwardness of undressing in front of each other for the first time, the thrill of seeing each other naked, your first caresses--little things that mean so much and make your first time so special."

"I tried to convince myself that they didn't matter," Kimberly began in a quivering voice. She drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Billy fought hard to ignore her exposed slit. "I remember the night of the variety show, before everything went to hell. I remember how brightly Tommy's eyes were shining when he saw me in my aunt's gown and how weak-kneed I felt when he smiled at me. I remember how good he made me feel inside. I was so excited, and I wanted his arms around me so badly... and then, poof! I've nothing but a black void. The next memory I can really call my own was of waking up cold and alone--scared, ashamed, and sickened by the nightmare I had just had... the things I had done and felt under the power of that dream. Only, it was no nightmare. It was real. I had desires and knowledge that I'd never had before, and I couldn't clearly say how I gained them! I didn't loose my virginity in Zedd's citadel; I lost my innocence."

"I shouldn't have even brought this up," Billy said, putting a hand on her shoulder. Kimberly wiped angrily at her eyes.

"Have you any idea how I felt when I saw Tommy that first night after the spell had worn off? He was asleep--naked and shackled to a pole. It was as if I had never seen him before; he was so beautiful he took my breath away, but when I touched him... I knew what to do. Somehow, I knew how to give him that blow job. I knew where to touch him to make him feel good, and I didn't know how I knew! All there was was this black fog in my brain!" Kim burst into tears of anger and frustration. Billy enfolded her in his arms and let her cry.

"Have you ever spoken to Tommy about this?" he asked when she calmed down.

"No. I told myself there was no sense in worrying about what was lost. I suppose deep down I knew I was missing something...."

"...and your subconscious decided to recapture the wonder of your first sexual experience by projecting it on to me."

"Ohmigosh, Billy, I didn't mean to...." Kimberly stammered, trying to pull away from him.

"Don't worry about it," Billy said, trying to soothe her. "Actually, I'm rather flattered that you find me appealing enough to project your need onto me."

"You don't mind?" she sniffled.

"Not now that I know why. Trying to recapture a lost sense of wonder makes more sense than you simply having the urge to make love to me--especially when Tommy knows how to please you so well."

"And how do you know that?" Kim queried, a knowing smile lighting her face. Billy, in his moment of discomfiture, did not see the playful gleam in her eyes.

"Well, when you and Tommy were in the infirmary, I happened to be present during one of your... you had been asleep, and I had brought some clothes for you...."

"It's all right, Billy. I know. I wondered if you were ever going to tell me that you had watched us make love."

"You've known? Tommy didn't tell you, did he?"

"Tommy knows? He's never said a word... you told him, didn't you?"

"I was trying to make a point and in doing so demonstrated my knowledge of your activities. I had to tell him how I came by my information," Billy confessed sheepishly. "How did you know I was there?"

"I woke up when I felt a cold blast of air--from when you opened the door. I didn't say anything because I wanted to see what you would do. I was still pretty strung out on Sagitteros's spell, and I remember being intrigued as you stood there staring at us. There was something about your expression... what were you thinking?"

"That I couldn't ever remember seeing anything that looked more beautiful and erotic at the same time than the two of you sleeping together."

"And while we were making love... if you care to call it that."

"That's a little more problematic," Billy said with a shy grin. He was still holding Kimberly and absently stroking her hair. "I mean, I had never done anything like that before. I knew I should have left you two alone, but when you started fellating Tommy, I just couldn't tear myself away. It was as if I was spellbound. That was one of the things I've always felt a little guilty about, but watching the two of you make love was incredible. I guess what struck me the most was that it was real. Real people, real emotions, real love. There was so much between the two of you that could never be recreated by actors or captured on film. Little things, like Tommy's calm, your fire, gestures, expressions, the way you came together and moved as one...."

"Billy, that's beautiful." Kimberly's eyes were shining.

"It was a beautiful moment--love at its most profound."

"And at its most primitive. The first round might have been beautiful, but right after that I lost all control," Kimberly said glumly.

"You couldn't help it; that was due to the spell. If it helps, I didn't stay long after the two of you finished the first course. I guess I found your pain more in need of privacy than your pleasure."

"Some temptress I turned out to be," Kimberly remarked with a wry laugh. "I came here to make love to you and wind up being psychoanalyzed instead."

Out in the hall, Tommy had to deal with his own emotional conflict. He had never fully appreciated how deep Kimberly's scars ran. Beyond her obvious anger, he had no idea that she felt cheated. In some ways, he had felt similarly, but he had had the opportunity to get to know her body at his leisure once their nightmare was over. At the time, he had thought that not being able to touch Kimberly was the worst possible torture; perhaps it had been a blessing in disguise. Tommy knew how much he treasured those little firsts: the first time Kimberly let him touch her breasts, the first time he saw her naked... but all those things had happened later, after their abduction. How could he not have realized that her memories of her firsts with him would not be the sweet ones he cherished?

Damn Zedd, he swore. Tommy gathered himself to leave, feeling more than a little guilty. He had stayed to watch Kimberly seduce Billy, not have her heart laid bare. Yet, it would be worth the pang of guilt to know that she had found some measure of peace. However, Billy started to speak again, giving Tommy pause.

"To return to your question regarding my feelings about observing you and Tommy," Billy continued, "in addition to the higher emotional appeal, watching the two of you so aroused me that I--well, to be blunt--creamed my jeans. I had to leave after the first session because I needed a cold shower and clean underwear."

"Really?" Kimberly smiled at his sheepish expression.

"I still have very intense dreams about it. Who wouldn't? That was the most exciting thing I had ever witnessed."

"Wow. You know, I had thought it kind of odd that Tommy didn't mind the fact that I wanted to make love to you, but maybe it's not so odd after all. I mean, remembering my own emotions at the time, I didn't mind that you had watched. I suppose I should have been embarrassed, but I remember being excited by the thought of you being there."

"Is that why you danced with me last night and why you let loose when you were with Tommy?"

"Uh huh."

"Maybe there's a little voyeur and exhibitionist in us all."

"It's kind of hard for me to admit, but last night I was so turned on I nearly jumped you right then and there."

"I almost wish you would have," Billy admitted.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you still of a mind to be intimate with me?"

"I think so."

"You're sure Tommy doesn't mind? This may sound strange, but I take a certain satisfaction in the strength of your relationship. I wouldn't jeopardize that for anything--even for a chance to fulfill my favorite fantasy."

"Tommy said that he'd respect whatever decision we came to." Kimberly eyed Billy inquisitively. "Your favorite fantasy?"

"Making love to you. You're a beautiful, sexy young woman, and watching you has excited me beyond anything I've ever experienced. What guy wouldn't fantasize about making love to you--best friend's girl or not. If your offer still stands, I accept. Just this once."

"Just between friends."

For a moment, neither of them moved or said a word. Then, Kimberly giggled anxiously. "I can't believe I'm so nervous."

"You are?"

"Uh huh."

"Me too." They both burst out laughing.

From his vantage point, Tommy saw the mischievous gleam return to Kimberly's eyes while the two laughed. Then, he detected the beginnings of that smile Kimberly got whenever she was feeling playful. It was the look she got when she wanted to mess with his hair; however, in this instance, it preceded an assault on Billy's sensitive sides.

"Stop it!" Billy pleaded as he writhed on the bed trying to escape from Kimberly's merciless tickling. She pursued him until Billy was flat on his back and she was sitting on his hips. She smiled down at him as he lay there gasping for air. Kimberly dipped in close and pressed her lips to his, and the longer her lips lingered the more intense her kiss became. Her tongue darted into his mouth, wrapping itself around his.

"Wow," Billy said weakly when she let him come up for air. Kimberly studied him, gently stroking the side of his face. Her fingers wandered down to his shoulders and played with his shirt collar.

"You know, I'm sort of glad I ripped your shirt off in the dungeon. I really was curious about what you looked like without it," she murmured.

Billy swallowed hard. He noticed that Kimberly's fingers trembled slightly as she undid the buttons. The contact between her hands and his naked flesh as she brushed his shirt aside sent a shiver running through him.

Kimberly's face lit up with delight as her fingers stroked the fine blond-brown hairs which covered his chest. She nuzzled her face in the soft down and began kissing and licking his chest. When her mouth found Billy's nipples, he gasped sharply and arched off the bed. Encouraged by his reaction, Kimberly sucked on them vigorously.

"That feels absolutely magnificent," Billy groaned, digging his hands into the comforter in an effort to brace himself. Kimberly's mouth was driving him wild; every time her tongue lapped at one of his nipples, a bolt of fire shot through his body. He hadn't imagined that anything could feel so good.

"I just realized something else," Kimberly continued as if she had never paused to titillate Billy's chest. "I've never seen you without your pants; I've always kind of wondered about that, too." Kimberly licked her way down his abdomen then shifted back to sit on his thighs. She smoothed her hands over the bulge in his shorts and deftly dealt with the snap and zipper. Grinning wolfishly, she eased both shorts and underwear over his hips.

"Mm," she murmured in appreciation as she slid his pants down his legs and tossed them aside. Her hands explored his legs, hips, and finally his cock. Billy's wasn't as long as Tommy's, but it was thicker. She felt his rod throb under her feathery caress. Billy moaned his pleasure, and his hips thrust forward almost involuntarily. Kimberly planted a tiny kiss on his cock head then raised her eyes to Billy's face. At the moment, his head was thrown back, his eyes closed. His chest rose and fell with the increased tempo of his breathing, and already he was beginning to perspire.

"Stand up," she said suddenly, pulling away from him.

"What?" Billy queried, dazed by the sudden shift.

"I want to look at you," she explained as she began tugging at his arm, helping him up. She stood him up then stepped back to check him out. She walked around him slowly, scrutinizing him carefully.

"I feel ridiculous," Billy mumbled, blushing faintly.

"Oh hush," Kim chided him as she slid a hand down his bottom, sending a chill shuddering through his body. "I was right. You do have a great ass." She played with the dark blond, almost brown hair that covered his cheeks. With a predatory grin Billy couldn't see (but Tommy could), she bent over and ran her tongue up the crack of his ass, causing Billy to raise up on his toes. Kimberly then wandered around to fondle his cock and balls. With her free hand, she pulled his head down to hers and attacked his mouth hungrily, leaving him panting breathlessly when she let him go. Still grinning, she slowly slithered down his body until she was kneeling before him.

"Oh Billy," she called out softly in a singsong voice. His eyes fluttered open, and she fixed him with her best I'm-going-to-eat-you-alive look. Then she swallowed his cock. Billy uttered a noise that was part moan, part helpless whimper. Her lips pumped up and down his shaft while her tongue swirled about the head. She groaned with her own satisfaction as she continued to suck his cock. The expression on her face was one of ultimate gratification. With a sudden bob of her head, she took him deep in her throat, something she had been unable to do with Tommy. Billy's cries of delight spurred her to furiously fuck him with her mouth; however, Billy's body couldn't handle so much excitement. Fortunately, Kim was prepared--when his knees gave out, she was able to push him back on the bed, never once removing her lips from his organ.

"Kimberly... I... I'm...." Billy stammered as his hips rose to meet the downward thrust of her mouth. Kimberly continued sucking and pumping. A moan echoed up from the depths of his chest, and Billy came with a hoarse cry, shooting hot jism down her throat. What Kim didn't swallow, she allowed to dribble back down his cock.

"Mm mm good," she murmured as she licked his rod clean. She sat back to watch Billy recover, and when she noticed that she had his attention once again, she wiped the come from her chin and licked her fingers clean.

"Awesome," Billy choked out when he could finally speak. "I didn't mean to come so soon."

"That's all right. You'll get another chance. Did you enjoy that?"

"Did I ever!"

Out in the hall, Tommy collapsed against the wall as his own knees went weak. He had his fist in his mouth to stifle his moans. It had taken every ounce of self control he possessed not to come along with Billy. He had watched Kim suck his own cock before, but seeing her take all of Billy's in her mouth... seeing that predatory glint in her eyes and that self-satisfied grin on her lips.... His heartbeat was as loud as his rapid breathing as he envisioned Kimberly licking Billy's come from her fingers. It was all he could do to keep from bursting in on them. He had known he would enjoy watching Kimberly, but this had exceeded his expectations. He could hardly wait to see what would happen next.

"So, do I get to see you naked?" Billy queried as Kimberly hovered over him.

"I've been waiting for you to take this teddy off me," she replied saucily.

"Actually," Billy began, his voice cracking, "I was kind of hoping you'd strip for me." The partial striptease she had performed the previous evening had fired his imagination.

Kimberly raised an inquiring eyebrow but said nothing. She had stripped for Tommy before, but he had never specifically asked. She found the notion exhilarating. She stood up with slow, sinuous movements and smiled lustily.

"It's just too bad we don't have any music," she all but purred. Even so, when Kimberly began to move, she was rocking to a phantom tune. She knew that Tommy would have been able to identify the music just by her movements. She danced for a few measures, skimming her hands all over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, and taunting her pussy. She turned around, flashing her ass at him, and bent over. Her hands caressed her legs and played with her crack. She peeked at Billy from between her legs. His cock was already getting hard again. She kicked off her pumps, sending them sailing across the room with enthusiasm. She propped a leg up on the edge of the mattress and beckoned for Billy to come closer. She tilted his chin upwards and brought her face close to his. She extracted a quick kiss, then danced out of his reach again. Hooking her thumbs under the straps of her lingerie, Kimberly slid the thin ribbons off her shoulders. She played with her tits again, fondling them, tugging at the edge of her teddy and giving him glimpses of the flesh underneath.

"Please, Kimberly...." Billy begged, unable to stand the teasing any longer. He reached out to touch her. She took his hand and placed it on one of her breasts. He squeezed experimentally. While his one hand was busy with her breasts, she wrapped his other around her waist, placing his palm flat on her behind. He also squeezed that as he pulled her closer. Then she snaked her arms up around her head, playing with her hair. While her hands were engaged, Billy peeled the satin down to her waist and breathlessly gazed on her naked breasts. He licked his lips in anticipation as his hands cupped her mounds.

"So soft," he murmured as if pleasantly surprised. It thrilled him to feel her nipples harden against the palms of his hands. He rolled the rosy tips between his fingers and traced circles around the areola. He couldn't resist kneading the soft flesh a second time before drawing a breast into his mouth.

Kimberly watched Billy as he examined her breasts, smiling at the wonderment in his face. In a way, the situation reminded her of the first time Tommy had undressed her. She remembered the look in his eyes--so tender, his heart was right there for her to see. When he oh-so-slowly removed her nightgown, he had reminded her of a child unwrapping a present at Christmas and finding the most wonderful, most unexpected present of all. He, too, had just looked at her for a long time, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The memory filled her with a warm glow... or was that the result of Billy's mouth on her tits? His hands and mouth probed with a thoroughness she had expected and caressed with a gentleness she hadn't anticipated. Kimberly felt the heat in her pussy and the juices running down her legs.

"That feels so good," she sighed, reveling in the sensations that raced through her body.

"Amazing," Billy murmured. He wasn't sure whether it was the taste of her, the exquisite sensation of her nipples hardening as he sucked on them, or the whimpers which signified her desire that excited him the most. Knowing that he had pleased her filled him with a satisfaction deeper than any he had known. The sensation was intoxicating, and he wanted to experience more. Billy kissed his way down her belly and swirled his tongue around her belly button. Kimberly nearly wriggled out of his grasp.

"So, you are ticklish," he noted.

"Fink!" Kimberly said with a giggle.

Billy peeled the pink satin down over her hips and let it fall to the floor. He didn't even realize Kimberly had stepped out of it as he was mesmerized by the sight before him. He was almost afraid to touch the light brown curls which covered her pussy; however, his hands followed the curve of her hips and slid around to caress her buttocks. Kimberly slowly spun around for him, allowing him to drink in the sight of her.

"You are beautiful," Billy sighed as he stretched a hand out to Kimberly. She took it, and he guided her to the bed. His hands wandered up and down her legs several times, but his attention was irresistibly drawn to the mass of curls at their juncture. Detecting an intriguing aroma, Billy drew his face closer and inhaled deeply. Finding the scent very heady, he began a closer examination. His fingers explored her genitalia in minute detail, stroking the labia, probing the folds of flesh beyond, and flickering around the clitoris. Kimberly squirmed as he slid his fingers into her vagina; she arched so sharply at the penetration that she raised off the bed.

"Geezus, Billy, are you practicing to be a gynecologist or what? Just eat me already!" Kimberly growled, unable to hold back any longer. Billy stared at her, amazed and amused. However, he continued to calmly rub her clit.

"Please, Billy, please use your tongue," she pleaded as her writhing became more frenzied. Billy could not resist her supplicating tone and took a tentative lick. Kimberly's gasp urged him to further oral explorations. While he was not exactly sure what to do, he recalled that Kimberly's tongue had done some pretty incredible things to his cock. He hoped he could do half as good a job on her. He lapped the length of her slit several times before concentrating on her swollen button.

"Yes!" Kimberly cried out with enthusiasm, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. She could already feel the fire surging within her.

Billy continued his tongue massage, increasing his tempo to match the thrust of her hips. Kimberly was squirming so much that he had to grab her ass in order to hold on to her. It wasn't long before he became aware of the changes in her body: the tightening of the muscles in her legs and stomach, the sharper thrusts of her hips, the louder, deeper gasps and moans.

"Make me come; please make me come," she begged as her thighs tightened around his head, and her hand forced his face deeper between her legs, just as she had with Tommy in the park. When her orgasm exploded through her, she pulled up into a sitting position then collapsed on the bed with a wild shriek. Billy was helpless to do anything except continue to lick her until the first wave of pleasure subsided.

"Did I do all right?" he asked when Kimberly finally released him.

"Uh huh." Kimberly pulled him to her and kissed him, licking her juices from his chin. She offered him a hungry grin and flipped him onto his back. She stretched herself lazily across his body, rubbing herself all over him. She said nothing as she gave his cock two or three deep sucks. Then she straddle-mounted him as if he were a balance beam. His engorged penis rested between the folds of her pussy but was not yet sheathed within her. She slowly rocked herself across his rod.

"How do you want to take me?" she asked as she flipped a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. "Me on top? You on top? Front? Behind? Slow? Hard?"

"I... trust your... judgment," he panted. Kimberly grinned wickedly and raised up from his hips. She held his cock steady and slowly lowered herself on his pulsating shaft.

"Oh... my...." Billy's moan caught in his throat and his eyes rolled back as he found his cock in the tightest, hottest, wettest, softest space he had ever encountered. Kimberly's legs strained as she held her position, giving him time to savor the sensations. She allowed him to take the first couple of strokes, then she leaned forward and kissed him. When she pulled back, she ran her fingers through his hair.

Hold on for the ride of your life, buddy, Tommy moaned inwardly. When Kimberly went for the hair, it meant she was in the mood for serious fucking. Couple that with her throaty purr and hungry eyes.... Tommy slid down the wall and sat on the floor. His cock was painfully hard, and it was all he could do to keep from reaching for it--especially when Kim licked her come from Billy's chin. He could feel the pre-cum seeping out, but he didn't want to come just yet. The show was just beginning.

Holding on for dear life was exactly what Billy was doing. Kimberly bucked and writhed on his cock so frenetically that her hair was flying free of its pins. She seemed oblivious to everything save the pleasure she was feeling. Her hands roamed all over her body. Billy was fascinated as she played with her breasts, pulling on her nipples then cupping them, bending over and licking them as best she could. When her fingers weren't tormenting her tits, they were furiously stroking her clit.

Billy was grateful Kimberly had given him such an expert blow job; he wouldn't have lasted otherwise. Even so, it was a wonder he hadn't had a second explosive orgasm. Kimberly's performance was exciting beyond words. As her orgasm crested, the pressure exerted by her velvety walls around his organ was phenomenal, gripping him tighter than he had thought possible. Just when he thought he couldn't take it any more, his cock was bathed in a warm rush of her juices. Kimberly literally screamed as her body shook with the power of her orgasm. It was enough to nearly push him over the edge.

When Kimberly screamed, Tommy lost it, unable to hold back any longer. He bit his lip until he tasted blood in his effort to keep quiet; however, he doubted Kimberly and Billy would have heard him over her shouts. His body sagged with momentary relief, but his cock lost none of its energy. Impossibly, Billy had not come yet, and Kimberly wouldn't stop until he had.

"Sorry," Kimberly panted as she collapsed onto Billy's chest. Her body glistened with sweat, and her muscles were still spasming from the force of her climax. "I... didn't mean to lose it like that."

"Don't apologize. That was awesome!"

"If it was so great, why are you still hard?"

"I'm still pretty wasted from your blow job. I'm not used to ejaculating more than once a session." Kim burst out laughing. "What's so funny?"

"I'm sorry, Billy; it's just that I have a hard time picturing you sitting around with a 'Playboy' or 'Penthouse' and masturbating."

"Did you really think I only read scientific journals?"

"Let's just say I've never given your possible masturbatory practices much thought," Kim replied with a grin. "For that matter, I've never considered Tommy's either."

"You masturbate, don't you?"

Kimberly blushed but didn't answer. Instead, she changed the topic. "Why are we discussing this when I still have a hard cock in me? I think the poor fella is in need of some relief."

"Why don't we change position, and...." The words were scarcely out of Billy's mouth when Kimberly locked her legs underneath him and rolled the two of them over, putting Billy on top without dislodging him.

"You're fantastic," he murmured appreciatively.

"Go for it, Billy. Come on and fuck me," she invited. She kept her muscular legs wrapped tightly around Billy's waist as he began thrusting in and out of her soaking wet pussy. As he pumped her, Kimberly's fingers and mouth began stimulating the rest of his body. She licked at his ear lobes and nibbled on his neck. When that didn't produce the desired reaction, Kimberly began playing with his nipples. That did the trick; Billy almost couldn't keep his rhythm for the urge to wriggle. Her hands abandoned his chest and reached around to grab his ass. She caught a double handful of buttocks and helped thrust his hips forward. After a little of that, she reached down to play with his balls.

"A little more," she cooed, whispering the words directly into his ears. "It feels so good, doesn't it. So tight. So hot. So wet. It feels wonderful to have your cock ramming in and out of my hungry pussy. You want to come, don't you? You want to shoot your load as deep inside me as you can, don't you."

"Uh huh," Billy grunted, incapable of a more articulate response.

"I want to watch you come; I want to see you shoot your come all over my tits," she entreated. "I know you can do it, Billy. Just listen to my voice, and do as I say. You're so very, very close, aren't you. Your muscles are tensing. So are your balls. The come is rising in your cock like lava in the shaft of a volcano. It's almost there... almost... now, Billy, pull out now!"

With a shout of his own, Billy pulled out, and Kimberly's hand grabbed his come-slick rod. Billy sprayed semen all over Kimberly's breasts and abdomen. Her hand pumped every last drop from his exhausted penis. Completely spent, Billy flopped onto the bed next to her.

"So, did you enjoy yourself?" Kimberly queried, rolling onto her side to study Billy.

"Magnificent," he sighed, a dazed expression on his face. "This surpassed my wildest expectations. I probably should have thought to use a condom, though."

"Me too. I have a couple in my purse."

"How about you? Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Mm," she murmured noncommittally. She laid back and closed her eyes. She absently traced circles in the jism on her chest.

"Thank you," Billy said as he leaned over and kissed her gently. It was the first time that he had initiated the kiss. Kimberly opened her eyes and smiled at him tiredly. "We should probably get cleaned up," he suggested. "Do you want to use the shower first?"

"You go ahead. I don't think I can move yet."

Billy rolled off the bed, but when he tried to stand, he fell over. He felt lightheaded, almost giddy. He glanced back at Kimberly and smiled sheepishly. Amusement gleamed in her eyes. Billy was able to remain standing after the second attempt, but he still had to hold onto the furniture to cross the room.

"So beautiful," he whispered as he paused to look at her before ducking into the bathroom.

Billy ran the water for his shower then stepped into his own room to retrieve his robe. Feeling in need of a drink, Billy emerged from his room and discovered Tommy in the hallway. While Billy hadn't expected to find him there, he certainly wasn't all that surprised. In fact, he wondered if Tommy's presence was part of Kimberly's plan. Billy recognized Tommy's excited state--from his flushed cheeks and sweat streaked face to his rapid breathing--as having been caused by observing his and Kimberly's sexual encounter. Tommy's eyes were closed at the moment, so Billy went up and put a hand on his shoulder. Tommy was startled to have been discovered. Bidding Tommy to be silent, Billy motioned for him to follow. The two retreated to the cabin's kitchenette.

"How long had you been out in the hall?" Billy wondered as he handed Tommy a can of soda.

"I got here about the time you took Kimberly her purse," Tommy answered, feeling self-conscious at having been caught.

"Does Kimberly know you're here?"

"No, I told her I wasn't coming up until later. I certainly didn't expect to find her here; I thought she'd still be busy decorating the hall. I didn't mean to spy on you guys; part of me kept telling myself to leave you two alone, but when Kimberly stepped out in that teddy I just couldn't... "

"A situation and feeling I can identify with whole heartedly," Billy assured him.

"You guys were really good together, and Kimberly... wow! That was pretty amazing."

"Yet you look troubled. What's wrong?"

"I'm wondering if I did the right thing in encouraging her," Tommy confessed. "When Kim first told me about dreaming of sleeping with you, I thought it was due to hyperactive hormones. She can get really kinky when her motor's revved. I remember what you had told me about how hot she had made you, and I have to admit, the thought of Kim making love to you really charged my batteries. Billy, I had no idea that there was something seriously bugging her. Seeing her look so thoughtful and serious when you were finished... that isn't like her. I don't know, I guess I feel as if I forced her into something she really didn't want to do."

"You didn't force her into doing anything. It was her decision to pursue this; you only freed her conscience from the burden of worrying about your reaction. Kimberly wouldn't have come here this afternoon if she hadn't wanted to, and I did offer her the opportunity to back out. Whatever her reason, Kimberly wanted to make love to me," Billy said, "and I'm not sorry she did."

"I suppose you're right, but would you mind if I checked up on Kimberly while you finish your shower?" Tommy queried.

"Sure, I... shower? Ohmigosh! I left the water running!"

Billy hurried down the hall while Tommy retrieved two items from his bag: a bottle of oil and the rose he had planned on giving Kim that evening. When he returned to the bedroom, he peeked in cautiously. The mirror showed Kimberly laying on her stomach, looking for all the world like she was asleep. Tommy pushed the door open quietly. Kim didn't move. He crawled onto the bed next to her and gently stroked her back with the rosebud.

"How does that feel, Beautiful?" he asked, following the curve of her spine to her bottom with the flower.

"Mm," she sighed contentedly. However, she broke off in mid-exhalation. "Tommy? What are you doing here?" Her words were tinged with uncertainty; she rolled onto her side but did not meet his eyes. Her cheeks were scarlet.

"I had a change of plans."

"Did you see... ?"

"Everything. What's wrong? I thought this was something you wanted to do?"

"So did I, but now... I feel sort of guilty."

"Why? It's not like you were going behind my back. You told me you were going to make a play for Billy this weekend."

"I know, but...."

"Do you feel like you did something wrong?"

"Sort of. Actually, it's more like I did it for the wrong reasons; I feel like I played a dirty trick on Billy."

"He doesn't feel that way."

"He knows you were watching?"

"He found me in the hallway."

"Oh, geezus!"

"Hey, it's all right. He enjoyed himself. I know I enjoyed myself. Did you enjoy yourself? You certainly looked like it."

"I suppose so. While Billy and I were going at it, I was having a ball. I was so horny I couldn't have cared less whose cock I was riding." Tommy grinned at her unexpected candor. "I didn't start having doubts until we were finished. That's when I started asking myself if I had done the right thing."

"So, how did it feel to make love to Billy?"

"I was kind of neat and kind of strange," Kimberly said thoughtfully. "Every time he'd touch me, I'd be thinking of how you'd do the same thing to me or that you'd do it differently. I really liked being able to take his whole cock in my mouth."

"I liked it too," Tommy confessed. "You looked so pleased with yourself when you did it. Do you think you found what you were looking for--those little things you were missing?"

"Yes, but not like I expected. I mean, so what if I can't remember how I felt the very first time we did this or that? That wasn't really me at the time anyway. I can remember what I felt after I snapped out of the spell. Not all those memories are pleasant, but there are good ones mixed in with the bad."

"If you found some peace of mind, then I'd say you did the right thing and for the right reasons. Neither Billy nor I want you to have any regrets about what you two did. Like you said, something special--just once, just between friends." Tommy took the rose and trailed it down her body then handed it to her. When he pulled her into his arms to hug her, she yawned.

"Sorry, but I'm beat," Kimberly murmured.

"Considering how hard you went at it, I'm not surprised. Here, lay down."

"What do you have in mind?"

"I thought you might like a massage...."

"Yum!"

"...and a hair brushing."

"You sure know how to spoil me rotten," she sighed, settling into the rumpled covers.

"Where's your brush?"

"In the bathroom."

Tommy was about to get up when Billy opened the door and tossed it to him. They traded knowing grins before Billy retreated.

Straddling Kimberly's bottom, Tommy started with her hair, pulling out the remainder of the bobby pins and giving her a deep scalp massage. Then he applied the brush, using long, slow strokes. He was barely into the grooming when Kimberly purred contentedly and gave her ass an enticing wiggle. It was with great difficulty and great restraint that Tommy finished combing out her hair. He ran his fingers through her locks once they were tangle free. The longer he played with her hair, the more tension he felt easing from her muscles.

When he was finished with her hair, he took up the bottle of massage oil and let the liquid trickle slowly onto her back. It was the kind that warmed on contact. He took his time kneading the lubricant into her skin, his fingers caressing every inch of her back, shoulders, and arms. When her upper back gleamed, he slid off her bottom and ran his tongue between her smooth cheeks before dribbling the oil down the crack of her ass.

"Ooh, yes," she groaned as his fingers worked their magic on her behind. Kimberly found herself melting under Tommy's touch until the only sensation she was aware of was the flutter of his satin-like caresses brushing her skin.

Tommy lingered a while longer over her ass, drizzling more oil on her and rubbing it deeper into her crack and lower between her legs. With a wistful sigh, he abandoned her buttocks and started on her legs. He licked the backs of her knees and her inner thighs before smearing oil on them. He rubbed his way down to the soles of her feet.

"We have achieved Jello-ness," Kimberly murmured drowsily.

"So soon? I still have another side to do," Tommy teased, sucking her big toe into his mouth.

"Tommy!" she squealed with an immediate wriggle as a jolt of adrenaline raced up her body. Encouraged by her response, Tommy proceeded to bathe each of her toes with his tongue. By the time he had tasted all ten digits, Kimberly had practically squirmed her way across the bed. When Tommy touched her to roll her over, she all but growled at him.

"Glad you liked it," he said impishly. Kimberly gave him a playful scowl, which he ignored. He set about ministering to the front half of her. He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally, softly, her mouth. She emitted a tiny whimper when he didn't linger over her lips, but her whimper turned into a full-bodied moan as his tongue slowly caressed the right side of her neck. He licked his way down to the hollow of her throat and up the left side. He then nibbled his way down to her collarbone and lower, stopping short of her breasts. Kimberly's brown eyes widened pleadingly; Tommy's response was to hold up the bottle of oil and slowly pour a measure into his palm. He started over with her shoulders and arms, ignoring how her body sought to maneuver his hands elsewhere.

"Settle down. I know what I'm doing," he assured her. Kimberly wasn't exactly satisfied with his answer, but she did her best to comply. With exaggerated patience, Tommy massaged her arms. He nipped at her finger tips and drew his tongue across her palm. He noticed that her eyebrows shot up with surprise, so he licked her palm again. She moaned beseechingly, and Tommy slowly continued down to her wrist. Kimberly's whole body quivered with excitement. He tongued her wrist, finding the tendon at the base of her palm to be the most sensitive spot. "What are you doing to me?" she gasped as her squirming intensified.

"Obviously, I'm making you feel good." As much as he was enjoying her writhing, Tommy ceased licking her wrist, only to transfer his attention to her right arm. Her right wrist was even more sensitive than her left.

"Geez, that feels so good!" she moaned breathlessly.

Tommy slid his oily hands up her sides to her breasts. His thumbs brushed her nipples lightly, sending Kim into a new paroxysm of writhing. He slowly massaged her mounds but was careful not to touch her nipples a second time.

"Tommy, please!" she begged, her back arching with her desire to be touched. Tommy obliged by giving her nipples a teasing lick, much to Kimberly's frustration. He ignored her supplicating moans--not an easy task--and continued with his massage. He poured oil onto her stomach and smoothed it into her skin. He spread the lubricant down her hips to the edge of her curly bush, which he avoided completely. He leisurely worked his way down her legs, lingering over her sensitive inner thighs and indulging himself in caressing her shapely calves. With his rubdown complete, Tommy sat back to survey his handiwork.

Kimberly was a picture of contentment. She was stretched out on the bed with her arms up above her head and her right knee canted just so. Her body fairly glowed, glistening with the oil. She smiled with inviting warmth and peered up at him through sleepy, heavy lidded eyes.

"Billy was right; you are incredibly beautiful and incredibly sexy," Tommy whispered heavily. Kimberly opened her mouth the reply, but Tommy put a finger to her lips. "Shh, you just lay back and enjoy."

Tommy pulled off his tank top and removed his ponytail holder. He lay down beside Kimberly and gently drew his finger up the length of her body. He spent several moments simply gazing into her eyes and stroking her hair. When he kissed her, it was with such exquisite tenderness that he felt the shudder which rippled through her body. He glimpsed the sparkle that lit Kimberly's eyes. He raised up slightly, leaned over her, and shook his hair down until it tickled Kimberly's face. He kissed her mouth a second time then placed a trail of tiny kisses down her throat and chest. His mouth sought out her right breast, and he covered it with gentle licks and kisses before drawing the nipple into his mouth.

Kimberly's sigh was music to his ears as he patiently explored with his tongue the contrast of her rock hard nipple and oh-so-soft mound. He nibbled and suckled until Kimberly's sighs became needy whimpers and her body began to move under the light touch of his hands. When he was satisfied that he had tasted all the sweetness that one breast would give up, he released it, gently blowing the nipple dry, and then he repeated the same languid process with the left one. Kimberly's whimpers swelled into soft moans, and her body moved with more insistent need.

Tommy felt her muscles becoming taut. He heard her heart pounding with a stronger beat. His hands wandered lower as his mouth continued to excite her breasts. He barely touched her brown curls and could feel her heat and wetness. She was poised on the brink. Her hips thrust against his hand in search of something that would send her crashing headlong into an explosive orgasm. Slowly, Tommy slid a finger between the folds of her labia, and he gently touched her aching clitoris.

Kimberly's body responded immediately; his slight caress sent her convulsing with a powerful climax. Tommy ceased his nuzzling and sat back to watch Kimberly writhe on the bed as he continued to stroke her swollen bud. Kim's body rocked with her orgasm for several moments, her cries of delight and expression of immense enjoyment filled Tommy with an intoxicating warmth. He never tired of watching her. When he noticed that the wave of pleasure was beginning to subside, he swung around so that he could cradle Kimberly's head in his lap. He stroked her hair and her face as the last tremors of her orgasm ebbed away.

"Did you enjoy that?" he queried, smiling down at her.

"Mm hm."

"Would you like more?"

"Mm hm!"

"Show me what you'd like me to do."

This was one of Tommy's favorite games. He loved watching Kimberly play with herself and masturbate; usually she was too self-conscious to do it for him, so he would talk her through it, pitching his voice soft and deep almost as if to mesmerize her. It was a tone she loved; she once told him that it reminded her of hot chocolate and a soft, warm blanket--not an erotic image, but one of comfort and security.

"Where would you like me to start? With your hair? Show me," he directed. With movements like a sleepwalker's, Kimberly began running her hands slowly through her hair. She caressed her face and neck. Her finger tips traced the outline of her lip, and then she sucked a finger into her mouth.

"You want me to suck on your fingers? All right. What would you like me to do after that?"

Kimberly inched her finger down her opposing palm, wrist and forearm. She smoothed both hands over her upper chest and slid them down to her breasts where she began fondling and kneading her mounds and toying with her nipples. She lightly swirled her taut nipples on the palms of her hands. She shivered and wiggled minutely as her body quickened at her own touch. Kimberly lingered a long while over her breasts before caressing her stomach and gliding her hands over her hips. She twirled her fingers in her pubic hair, but didn't venture further between her legs.

"Would you like me to play with your pussy? Is there something special you'd like me to do?"

Kimberly tentatively inched her fingers down to her sex but did nothing else. Tommy was never really certain if she was reluctant to play with her pussy or if she was just furthering the scenario, but invariably, Kimberly needed a little extra coaxing before she'd masturbate for him.

"Don't be shy. You can show me," he encouraged her as he bent over to kiss her forehead. He slid his hand down her body until it covered the hand she had on her mound. "You have a beautiful pussy, and I'd like to make it--and you--feel good, but you have to show me what you want me to do." Tommy released her hand, and Kimberly began rubbing a finger up and down her slit, then she concentrated on stimulating her clitoris.

"That's better," he murmured reassuringly in response to her soft moans. He reached for one of her breasts, lightly stroking the nipple. Kimberly fingered her clit harder and faster. While she was intent on pleasuring herself, Tommy looked about the room in search of Kimberly's bag. He couldn't see it, but he spied Billy standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Tommy had expected as much. Billy reclined in the doorway wearing only a towel and was looking very flushed and aroused. Tommy grinned. Billy shot him an inquisitive expression, and Tommy nodded his head at Kimberly, mouthing the word "purse." Billy ducked into the bathroom and returned with Kim's bag. He crept out, set it on the bed next to Tommy, and retreated to the bathroom to continue observing--for the first time without a trace of guilt.

Tommy slipped his free hand into the bag, hoping that Kimberly had brought her recent acquisition. There it was, on the bottom--cold, hard, and smooth: a vibrator. He also found the packages of condoms and pulled them out as well.

Kimberly was really warming to her hand; she had practically wiggled herself off his lap. Her gasps and sighs were much louder, and she had begun finger fucking herself. She furiously worked two fingers in and out of her pussy. Tommy grinned wickedly. He was aching to see Kimberly use the vibrator on herself, and he was hoping that she was too close to another climax to care what he asked of her.

"Your fingers are so nice and juicy; they look good enough to eat." Kimberly responded to his hint by offering him her fingers. He sucked them both into his mouth and licked them clean. "Mm, you taste good. I can hardly wait. Do you want me to fuck you?" Kimberly nodded enthusiastically. Tommy wrapped Kimberly's hand around the slender, golden rod and switched it on. She didn't open her eyes, but her eyebrows shot up as high as they could.

"Pretend this is my cock," Tommy directed her. "Show me how you want me to fuck you." Tommy thought he was going to have to guide the sex toy into her cunt, but to his delight and surprise, Kimberly needed no prompting.

"Ooh," she moaned as she ran the pulsating metal shaft along her slit before sliding it into her vagina. She eased it in slowly and stroked herself gently, but Tommy could tell she was holding back. He could feel the tremors in her legs and the aborted thrusts of her hips; she was attempting to fuck herself as slowly as he would, and he appreciated her efforts. Watching the vibrator slip in and out of her pussy had his pulse racing. It was almost as exciting as seeing Billy's cock plunge in and out of her.

"Very nice. Good girl. Now, how would you ride my cock?" Kimberly began pumping hard and fast. Her moans were a cross between squeals of ecstasy and whimpers of frustration; she just wasn't being transported to the brink of orgasm fast enough. She pulled the vibrator out and applied it directly to her clit. That sent her over the edge so hard she had tears in her eyes.

"Oh man, Kim," Tommy groaned, nearly surrendering his restraint. Instead, he kissed her and tried to settle himself down; he still had things he wanted to do to her before coming.

"That was awesome." When she tried to respond, he silenced her with another kiss. Tommy stripped off the remainder of his clothing then lay down between Kimberly's legs. She opened her eyes briefly then melted back into the covers, emitting an anticipatory moan of delight.

Tommy slid his tongue slowly up her slit, and Kimberly nearly leaped off the bed. She was hotter than he could ever remember, and there was so much liquid oozing out of her... he darted his tongue into her pussy, drinking the water directly from the well. There was something new in her sweet/tart juice, and Tommy lapped it up eagerly, but for all his efforts, he was unable to identify the new taste. Reluctantly, he abandoned his efforts there to concentrate on sending Kimberly off into another orgasmic frenzy. He flicked his tongue across her clit then he titillated her in earnest, swirling his tongue over and around her mound with deliberate lassitude.

"Tommy...." Kimberly said pleadingly, unable to keep silent any longer. She found his tongue jobs both exquisite and maddening. His mouth on her pussy was absolutely delicious; it felt so incredibly good, but no matter how hard she rode his face, he wouldn't move his tongue any faster. He licked her at the same relentlessly languid pace until her body was quivering on the brink, but then....

After Kimberly had had so many orgasms (two with Billy and already two with him), Tommy expected her to take longer to reach the peak again, but he detected the telltale signs that she was rapidly building to another explosion. It was difficult to keep from increasing his tempo to match the thrust of her hips, but he kept his movements slow and steady.

"Oh god, Tommy, I... I...."

Kimberly's voice trailed off into an ecstatic gasp. Tommy bathed her clit one last time to send her over the edge. Then, as quickly and smoothly as he could, he buried his cock deep inside her pussy.

"I love it when you do that," Kimberly growled when she was able to find her voice. She continued rocking herself on his cock until the last of her orgasm began to subside.

"I love doing it. Man, it's absolutely incredible to feel your pussy squeezing my cock and to feel you coming all over me." Tommy reached over to collect one of the condoms he had extracted from her purse and was on the verge of pulling out when Kimberly stopped him. He eyed her quizzically.

"I want to feel you come inside me," she said.

"Are you sure? What about... ?"

"Don't worry. I came prepared," she assured him.

"All right, if you're sure...."

Tommy began pumping her with the same deliberate slowness he had exercised with his tongue. Kimberly smiled up at him and reached for his hair. Her fingers were quickly lost in the thick brown strands.

"Easy now," Tommy said. "I want us to come together."

"I don't know if I have any left. I haven't had so many orgasms in one afternoon since I was under Zedd's spell."

"Oh, I'm sure you have something left; you'll see." Tommy slid his arms around Kimberly's body and pulled her closer as he thrust his hips against hers. Kimberly began nibbling on his ear lobes and licking his neck, which elicited a deep sigh from Tommy. She held onto him with one hand and continued to play with his hair with the other. Tommy returned the favor, his hand and mouth traversing Kimberly's body. Their bodies rocked together, the pace quickening as they both drew closer to orgasm. As they moved with each other, both became aware of their minds opening, their link reestablished. Tommy had hoped that might happen; the one time they had come together inside each other's head had been too awesome for words. He felt himself poised on the edge of his climax, but Kimberly wasn't quite there yet, so Tommy reached down between their bodies to finger her clit. That provided the extra push she needed. They came. Together. Tommy smothered Kimberly's shout with his mouth, his own exclamation lost in the soft caress of their tongues and their minds were awash with each other's pleasure. They were still kissing long after their bodies had stopped trembling and they had collapsed into an exhausted heap on the bed, their bodies still intertwined.

"I love you," Kimberly purred as she nuzzled her cheek against Tommy's chest, Tommy kissed the top of her head then glanced up at the bathroom doorway. Billy was applauding silently. His face was flushed and streaked with moisture, and his towel concealed a noticeable distention.

"How was that?" Tommy asked.

"Wonderful," Kimberly replied sleepily.

"I think I may have a little left in me. Do you have the energy to give me a blow job?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" Kimberly smiled wickedly then swung herself up onto Tommy and reversed herself so that her pussy hovered directly over his mouth. Tommy needed no prompting and buried his face in the wet snatch before him as Kimberly gave his semi-erect cock a few experimental licks.

"Hey, am I imagining things or do I taste differently?" Kimberly queried, pausing in her cleaning of Tommy's cock.

"I didn't think you'd notice something like that," Tommy groaned.

"I've licked my fingers and cleaned your cock often enough to know what I taste like." Tommy moaned helplessly. Kimberly swallowed all of Tommy's still soft cock in a rapid gulp--she wouldn't be able to do that when he was fully erect. The sudden maneuver made his body collapse limply on the covers, and he had to give up munching on her pussy. Kimberly didn't seem to mind; she continued to devour his rod with abandon. She was beginning to detect new life in his organ when Tommy pulled her off.

"Would you do me a favor?" he asked softly. He was almost nervous about making this request. "Would you suck my cock while Billy fucked you from behind?"

"Would you really like that--a threesome?"

"That'd just about blow my mind."

"I've sort of wondered what it'd be like to have the two of you at one time--like in my dream," she admitted hesitantly. "Do you think Billy would go for it?"

"All we can do is ask."

Kimberly shot Billy a surreptitious sideways glance. "Poor Billy, he does look awfully hard," she murmured impishly. "You get comfy; I'll get Billy." Kimberly crawled out of bed and stretched. "Geez, Tommy, you spent so much time between my legs I'm going to be bowlegged. How am I supposed to dance at the prom tonight?" Kimberly walked across the room towards Billy; his mind must have been elsewhere because he didn't react as she approached.

"Hey, Billy, what'd you think?" she asked innocently.

"A virtuoso performance," he sighed absently. Then he realized who he was talking to and blushed.

"Care for an encore?" Kimberly ruffled her fingers mischievously through his hair. Against Billy's lips she whispered, "Please say yes."

"With such an invitation, how can I refuse," he responded.

"You won't be needing this," Kimberly said as she pulled the towel from his hips. She took Billy by the hand and led him to the foot of the bed. She dropped to her knees and swallowed his cock, giving him several long, slow sucks. Then she crawled onto the bed, positioned herself between Tommy's legs and thrust her bottom towards Billy.

"All right, Billy, if you'll slide in from behind...." Kimberly backed up and helped Billy ease his achingly purple cock into her pussy. From behind, he was able to penetrate deeper than he had when he fucked her earlier. Kimberly knelt up and directed Billy's hands to her breasts as she arched her back so she could nibble the side of his neck. Tommy whimpered in helpless delight as he watched them. Billy began thrusting his hips against Kimberly's ass.

"Easy does it, or you'll come too soon," she chided him. "Let me get a steady rhythm going on Tommy's cock, and then you try to match it."

Kimberly pumped Tommy's shaft, bringing it up to full stand. She swirled her tongue over the head and leisurely licked his rod like an ice cream cone. She lightly ran her fingers over his balls, seeking out one particular sensitive spot, then she wrapped her lips around one ball and hummed. Tommy's body went rigid as pleasure shot through his body. Smiling even though her mouth was full, Kimberly sucked the second one in her mouth and hummed a different tune, leaving Tommy shivering with delight. He moaned in disappointment as she removed her mouth from his balls, but she quickly slid it down over his cock. Kimberly hollowed out her cheeks, being careful not to touch him with teeth or tongue, then she began to bob her head as she played "Black and Blue" in her mind. As she had hoped, Tommy recognized the song from the pace of her strokes. She could sense the jump in his heart rate and feel his excitement in her mind as he tossed his head from side to side.

Once Kimberly had a stead motion going with her head, she began thrusting herself back onto Billy's cock, and Billy did an admirable job of matching her pace. He was meeting her backwards thrusts with a forward thrust of his own. He also did an excellent job of keeping to her tempo and not rushing things. Kimberly could scarcely keep her mind on the song; her body kept interrupting with the pleasure it was experiencing. She never dreamed having two cocks at once could feel so good--or perhaps it was more having Billy fucking her in front of Tommy that was driving her so wild. The last of her exhaustion had long since fled. She found herself moaning around Tommy's cock; Billy had reached around her hips and was fingering her clit. Impossibly, she was ready to come again. She let Tommy's cock slip out of her mouth as she concentrated on her body's cries for release. Even so, she kept working Tommy's shaft with her hand as she worked herself harder and faster on Billy's cock.

"Harder, Billy," she groaned. Tommy's cock was all but forgotten as her climax neared. Billy increased his strokes until Kimberly could hear his hips slapping her ass. Billy's fingers continued to play with her clit, but suddenly, she felt Tommy's hands at her breasts, playing with her nipples. That sent her over the edge; she came with a shriek, tossing her head from side to side. Her vaginal muscles clamped down hard on Billy's cock as her hand clamped down hard on Tommy's. Billy's orgasm hit moments after hers, and Tommy followed shortly thereafter. Billy shot his load inside her, and Tommy squirted jism all over Kim's face and hand. Pearly liquid oozed down his cock. Billy pulled out and collapsed onto the bed. Kimberly lovingly stroked her face with Tommy's cock and lapped up his come.

"Amazing," Billy murmured.

"Awesome," Tommy echoed.

"Don't tell me you guys are fucked out," Kimberly pouted. "You have to change places."

"I have had nearly as many orgasms in the last hour or so as I have had all week," Billy said.

"You've only come twice," Kimberly said, nudging Tommy.

"Actually, three. I came once in the hall while I watched you and Billy earlier."

"You've got to have at least one more fuck in you," Kimberly insisted, "and I know exactly how to find it." She scrambled around the covers until she located the vibrator. She indicated to Billy to sit down next to Tommy. When the pair were settled before her, she fixed them with her wickedest grin and her best fuck-me gaze, then she slowly licked her juices from the golden metal.

"Damn," Tommy gulped in surprise as Kimberly made love to the sex toy with her mouth. He never imagined he would ever see Kimberly perform as she was now. This was going beyond "Power Slut" antics.

"You--uh--weren't kidding when you said Kimberly becomes lascivious when highly aroused," Billy murmured, his mouth dry.

Kimberly took the vibrator from her mouth and caressed her face with the smooth tip. Then, she turned it on and ran the throbbing wand down her neck and arms, starting a full body massage. She circled her breasts with the pulsating metal; she gathered her mounds together and fucked them with the gleaming rod. Lust gleamed in her eyes as she massaged her nipples with the device. She continued playing with her breasts until she saw Tommy's cock twitch with signs of life. She rolled the vibrator over her stomach and down her body, but she stopped short of sliding it between her legs.

Kimberly slipped a finger into her sopping wet pussy; when she pulled it out, it was covered with spunky ooze. With it she coated her lips. She then slithered up Tommy's body and kissed him, letting him taste the mixture of her's and Billy's come. She repeated the performance for Billy. Then she sat back and spread her legs wide, giving the boys a clear view of her pussy in all its pink glory. It was the vibrator's turn to vanish into her still steaming snatch. With one hand she fucked herself with the vibrator, and with the other she played with her clit. Her performance drew hungry moans from her audience.

Kimberly suddenly shifted positions, turning her back to the boys. She continued to pump the vibrator in and out of her pussy; she bent over so they could see better. Next she ran the trembling toy up and down the crack of her ass. That provoked a deep groan from Tommy, and Kimberly's eyes lit up. Tommy enjoyed stroking her bottom and having his ass caressed in return. Kimberly knew where she wanted to explore with the vibrator next.

She applied her little toy to the soles of Tommy's feet. She watched as his eyebrows climbed as she rolled it up the inside of his leg. Tommy tried to squirm away as the vibrator tickled his inner thighs, and he nearly jumped off the bed when she gently touched his balls with the smooth tip. Tommy was squirming in complete ecstasy. Billy observed Tommy's reactions with interest, recalling what he had been told about a previous encounter with a vibrator.

"Don't worry, Billy; you'll get to find out what it's all about soon enough," she assured him with an evil grin. Billy swallowed hard.

Kimberly massaged Tommy's slowly reviving cock with the vibrator. She had scarcely begun when she trailed the device down to his balls and continued down until the metal shaft rested between his ass and the bed.

"Kim, w-what are you doing?" Tommy gasped with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It was a tone Kimberly had never heard him use before.

"It felt so good on me, I thought you might like to have your bottom massaged."

Kimberly placed the tip of the vibrator on Tommy's perianal area, and he went wild, bucking and squirming so hard that she almost couldn't hold the vibrator in place.

"Stop it... oh God, Kim, stop it!" Tommy pleaded.

Kimberly couldn't make up her mind whether he was laughing or crying. Suddenly concerned, she switched off the vibrator.

"Are you all right?" Tommy didn't answer; he just lay there panting. "Tommy?"

He sat up unexpectedly and kissed her hard. "That felt so good I couldn't stand it," he gasped. "I had forgotten how sensitive my ass...." His words faltered when he recalled Billy was in bed with them, which was absurd since Billy already knew about the other incident.

There was still just enough of their connection active that Kimberly picked up on his discomfort. She understood. "How about it, Billy? Shall we see just how sensitive your ass is?" she teased, touching the tip of the vibrator to his calf.

"I'm not quite certain I'm ready to explore that particular avenue of erotic stimulation," Billy demurred.

"Are you sure? I managed to get a rise out of Tommy's tired cock with this thing."

"If your expert mouth cannot provide sufficient stimulus to revive me, then nothing could."

"Well, ready or not, here I come. I'm really hungry for some cock--at both ends," Kim declared with a wicked giggle. She leaned over and engulfed Billy's cock with her mouth while Tommy sheathed himself to the hilt in her pussy. She repeated her performance to "Black and Blue" on Billy's rod; however, she was well into the second time through the song when both she and Billy admitted defeat.

"I'm sorry, Billy."

"You have nothing to be sorry about; I just have nothing left at the present, and even if I had the energy, considering how talented your mouth is, I would not have been able to last very long." Billy tilted her head up and gave her a kiss. "Not used to failing to evoke a response?"

"I'm shooting blanks too," Tommy said, surrendering also. He collapsed next to Billy in an exhausted heap.

"Tommy!" Kimberly moaned in desperation, her pussy still aching with the need to come.

"Don't worry, Beautiful; there are plenty of other things Billy and I can do to get you off."

"You and Billy?"

"Just like your dream--if Billy doesn't mind," Tommy said.

"I should be delighted," Billy agreed. "This will give me the chance to inquire about certain of your techniques...."

"I'm not going to be a lab rat!" Kimberly protested.

"If you want to come, you will lay back and let us have our way with you," Tommy scolded her gently. Kimberly stuck her tongue out at him, and he swooped in close to suck it into his mouth. Kimberly flopped back on the bed with a contented sigh and prepared herself to be a guinea pig.

They started with her arms, each one licking a wrist. Kimberly had not expected it to feel so good to have both their mouths on her at the same time. Tommy and Billy played with her hair, nibbled on her ears and neck. They took turns kissing her lips and exploring her mouth with their tongues. Her sigh of contentment was woefully inadequate to express how she felt when their mouths closed over each of her breasts. While their mouths were engaged, their hands roamed everywhere--massaging, tickling, titillating. Both men stroked her throbbing pussy, and she squealed with delight as each one pumped a finger into her snatch as they continued to suckle her breasts. The last thing Kimberly remembered before sweet oblivion claimed her was Billy and Tommy taking turns tonguing her clit.

Kimberly woke up exhausted, sore, and glowing with satisfaction. She felt hands on her body; one was Tommy's and the other was Billy's. When she opened her eyes, she looked up into Tommy's face; she spent several minutes studying him, admiring his long lashes, remembering how wonderful his mouth felt on her body. As she lay gazing at Tommy, Kimberly felt Billy's breath in her hair, and the enormity of what the three of them had done settled on her. She found herself wondering how she'd be able to face Billy the following day when everything was back to normal, but she did not feel as if she had any regrets.

Quietly and carefully she wriggled out of the dual embrace so as not to disturb her partners. She stood and stretched and wished at least one of the guys was awake to appreciate the view. She also wished she had thought to bring a robe or something. It was getting dark outside, and it was chilly in the air conditioned room. She tiptoed about and rummaged through the pile of Tommy's clothes in search of his watch. It was later than she thought; they'd have to hurry if they wanted to make their dinner reservations. She decided to let the boys sleep while she got into the tub.

A quick shower was all she intended on taking; however, when she saw that the tub had whirlpool jets, she couldn't help but indulge. Nice hot water to soak away her tension... the jet spray pounding against her aching muscles... all she needed was a little bubble bath--and Tommy to wash her back. She started filling the tub and cast a longing glance towards the bedroom. She slipped into the tub with a sigh of contentment, and almost unconsciously she found herself positioning herself so that the running water splashed directly on her pussy.

When Billy had asked her about masturbation, she had been too self-conscious to tell him about her preferred method. There was something sinfully delicious about laying back in a tub of hot water and letting the stream from the faucet do all the work. A constant stream of warm water gently pounding on her clit... Kimberly would lay back, close her eyes, and fantasize about Tommy giving her one of his torturously slow but absolutely incredible tongue jobs. She could almost see his head between her legs, see him gazing up at her with those beautiful hazel/brown eyes of his.

"Mm, Tommy," she moaned softly as her hips began to wriggle. She spread her legs farther apart, and her hands began caressing her body. "Yes, Tommy, make me come, Tommy!"

The muffled sound of running water roused Tommy from his slumber. His fading dream left a smile on his face, but for a change, reality had been better than fantasy. Tommy reached out to cuddle Kimberly closer, but the arm he touched was definitely not Kimberly's. Tommy opened one eye and spied Billy, who was still sound asleep. Kimberly was nowhere to be seen.

I know Kimberly was here when I fell asleep, Tommy mused as he sat up. After he and Billy had finished sharing Kimberly, the three of them must have fallen asleep. Tommy couldn't even remember pulling the blanket up over them. Tommy attempted to get up but didn't get very far. He flopped back onto the bed, feeling lightheaded and sore in every muscle of his body. He lay there thinking how nice a hot shower would feel when he realized--again--that there was water running. This time Tommy forced himself out of bed. He paused at the bathroom door and tried the knob; it wasn't locked, so he peeked in. As he had figured, Kimberly was soaking in the tub. Tommy had an overwhelming urge to join her. He crept softly out of the bedroom and went to fetch his abandoned luggage. He also popped into Billy's room to get him his robe. Billy was just waking up when Tommy returned. Tommy tossed him the robe.

"Thank you," Billy said.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"You have to ask? This was probably the most phenomenal experience of my life, but I am glad this was a one time affair. Kimberly was fantastic, but I would never be able to keep up with her. I don't see how you do it."

"It isn't always like this. Like you said, this was something special." Tommy found his watch on the dresser and glanced at the time. "It's getting pretty late. We'd better start getting ready for dinner." Tommy gathered up his robe and headed for the bathroom.

"I believe Kimberly is in there," Billy pointed out.

"I know, but I've always wanted to take a shower with her. Interested?"

"Yes, but I think I will pass; if I don't, we will never get out of here."

"That'd make for an interesting weekend."

"It has already been more interesting than I anticipated."

As Tommy laid his hand on the door knob, the two heard a most enticing moan echo within. Tommy and Billy exchanged curious glances, then Tommy opened the door and peered in.

"Oh man!" he groaned softly, backing out of the door and closing it again. "You've got to see this." Tommy stepped aside to let Billy have a look.

Kimberly was reclining in the tub with her legs propped up against the far wall. Her pussy was directly under the water rushing from the tap, her hips rocking back and forth urgently. She was getting off on the steady stream of water!

"Please, Tommy," Kimberly moaned, but she wasn't addressing Tommy. She was lost in a private fantasy. "Make me come; please, I want to come!"

"No wonder she didn't answer my question about masturbating," Billy murmured. "If I hadn't seen it, I doubt I would have believed it."

"I had forgotten about her liking for water," Tommy said with a grin. "I watched her get off like this once before--at the grotto by Stranger's Rock when you sent me back in time to bring her home."

"I am most definitely going to get dressed before anything else happens."

As Billy made his escape, Tommy closed the bathroom door behind him. He said nothing, not wanting to disturb Kimberly. Her climax was close. She was trying to stifle her gasps and moans, presumably so as not to disturb Billy and himself, but she was beginning to thrash about in the tub, her upper body twisting and writhing while she held her hips under the faucet.

"Tommy...." she whimpered beseechingly. Her hands gripped the sides of the tub, and she bit her lip to soften her cries. When she came, it seemed to take her by surprise. Her back arched sharply; she sat up, and in spite of her efforts, she let out a lusty cry. "Yes! Oh god, yes!" Just as suddenly as she came, she went limp, panting heavily and reveling in the afterglow. The water continued to flow between her parted legs.

"You are amazing," Tommy said as he applauded her performance. Kimberly looked up at him through half closed eyes as Tommy sat down on the side of the tub.

"Mm, that felt so good," she purred.

"Intriguing masturbatory practice," he teased, doing his best to sound like Billy.

"If I had the energy, I'd smack you," she grumbled.

"I was wondering if you'd like to have your back washed."

"Sounds like fun." Kimberly scooted back to make room for Tommy. He helped her to her feet, turned the faucet from tap to spray, and pulled the shower curtain closed. In short order, the two were kissing under the pulsing water. Tommy grabbed the soap, and working up a full lather, began soaping up Kimberly's breasts with slow, gentle strokes. Already weak-kneed, she all but collapsed against him.

"By the way, where's Billy?"

"Getting dressed. Why? Do you want him to join us?"

"Not really. I think I'd like us to have some time to ourselves." Kimberly rubbed her soapy tits all over Tommy's chest then used her hands to lather him up. His hands were working on her back and her behind. Their bodies were so slippery they were having a difficult time holding on to each other. Kimberly was giggling as she reached for Tommy's cock. "This is fun; why'd it take so long for us to try this?"

"No privacy," Tommy replied with a lopsided grin. "You were absolutely fantastic. Any regrets?"

"I don't think so. You?"

"I had the time of my life."

"I only hope Billy feels the same way." Kimberly reached for Tommy's cock and began sudsing it up. Tommy groaned and braced himself against the wall. "Reloaded and raring to go, I see." She let the water rinse his cock clean, and she knelt down before him, licking her lips in anticipation.

"We don't have a lot of time," Tommy reminded her. He had no intention of dissuading her, however.

"I know, but I've always wanted to know what it would be like to make love in the shower," Kimberly replied as she swallowed his cock deep into her throat. She bathed every inch of his organ with her tongue, making sure to take her time and do a thorough job. Her hands skimmed the insides of his thighs and played with his balls; then she caressed his smooth, hard ass.

Tommy was beside himself with delight. The shower spray was relaxing his body while Kimberly's mouth was stirring him to a fever pitch. Suddenly he tore himself away from Kimberly's eager mouth. A moment or two longer, and he would have shot his load down her throat. He backed out of the shower's spray; without his body to shield her, Kimberly received the brunt of the watery blast in her face, which wiped the lust-glazed expression off her features.

"Your turn," Tommy declared, helping Kimberly to her feet. He tasted the sweetness of her mouth and breasts as he slowly licked his way down her slippery body. Soon he was crouching on the shower floor with Kimberly's pussy hovering over his face. It was indeed her turn to squeal with delight and seek out the walls for support as Tommy's tongue delved into her moist, pink slit.

In his bedroom, Billy listened to the sounds of his friends' lovemaking and smiled indulgently. He briefly considered joining them but changed his mind. He was no longer consumed with the urge to make love to Kimberly. The afternoon's sport had satiated his desires. He felt no regret for what they had shared, but a tiny seed of guilt germinated inside him. He had not been totally honest with Kimberly--or with himself. Curiosity and hormones were only two of the reasons he had wished to be intimate with Kimberly. The other reason was insecurity. His experience with members of the opposite sex was woefully inadequate. None of his previous relationships had ever achieved a high degree of intimacy. He had dated Laura longer than any other girl, but he had never worked up the nerve to kiss her, let alone anything else. Part of the reason was his lack of experience and an irrational fear that he would make a fool out of himself if he tried anything. He had turned to Kimberly in search of instruction... and what an instructor she had turned out to be.

As Billy started dressing, he wished he would have had the opportunity to test his newfound confidence and skill with Laura. He did not think he would carry matters to their ultimate conclusion on their first attempt, but he would at least be able to lay the foundation for future encounters. While he was musing over what would have been, he heard the phone ringing.

Upon noticing the tremors rippling through Kim's legs, Tommy stopped licking. He stood and lifted Kimberly up. She threw her arms around his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist, and lowered herself onto Tommy's cock.

"Just like in the park," she cooed.

"And Billy will be able to hear everything--just like in the park," Tommy jibed.

"He didn't...!"

"I told you sound carried out there."

"Oh, shut up and fuck me," Kim growled.

"With pleasure."

Kimberly rode Tommy hard and fast, but her water-slick body was difficult to hold on to. After a minute or two, Tommy had to switch positions. He set Kimberly down and bent her over, ramming his cock hard and deep into her pussy. He paused briefly to grab the soap then began lathering up Kim's body as he fucked her. The suds trickling down her ass and between their bodies added to her lubrication and his pleasure. Kimberly moaned long and loud as one of his hands soaped up her breasts while the other lathered her swollen clit.

"Make me come, Tommy; please--oh please!" she begged as she ground her ass into him. She was banging him as furiously as he pumped her. Kimberly came first, bucking and writhing so hard Tommy feared she might fall over. Her cries echoed so loudly about the bathroom that they drowned out his own as he pulled out and shot his come all over her backside.

"Now, do you think we're capable of showering in earnest?" he teased her.

"Why you... ! Rinse off and let me finish my shower in peace," Kim commanded.

"As you wish, milady," Tommy replied with a grin and a bow.

"Could you do me a favor once you dry off? My dress and stuff are in my car which is parked behind my and Aisha's cabin. Would you get them for me?"

"Sure."

"No peeking at my dress!"

"Heaven forbid." Tommy vacated the shower and grabbed his robe without bothering to dry off. In the bedroom, he slipped on his shorts--sans underwear--and made for the front door. As Tommy reached the living room, Billy was just hanging up the phone; Billy's expression was thoughtful, almost somber.

"What is it? More bad news?" Tommy queried.

"Actually, no. That was Laura. She informed me that when her grandmother learned that Laura's mother had made her cancel her prom date, her grandmother snapped out of her funk and insisted that Laura be allowed to attend the festivities. Laura called in the hopes that I had not canceled our previous plans or made new ones."

"So you and she will be going to the prom after all? That's great--or is it?"

"It's wonderful; however, I was kind of looking forward to continuing the evening in your and Kimberly's company."

"You'll still be able to hang out with us at the prom."

"True, but we will have to behave ourselves."

Tommy laughed at Billy's sheepish smile.

"Hurry up you two!" Billy called out, glancing at his watch. "You are going to be cutting it awfully close."

"Keep your pants on," Kimberly groused as she emerged from Tommy's bedroom. She was putting on her earrings. "Tommy's almost finished with his hair. He takes almost as long as I do in the bathroom."

"You look fabulous," Billy said as he scoped out Kimberly's attire. She wore a close fitting sheathe of black velvet. The center of the gown was cinched vertically by a band of rhinestones which created a daring, plunging neckline and an even more daring abbreviated hemline. The gown fit so well that her breasts virtually spilled over the cups, and the ensemble appeared to be held up only by thin rhinestone halter straps.

"Do you like it?" Kim asked, modeling for him. She pirouetted neatly in a pair of silver strap heels.

"Was this the outfit on which you wished to solicit my opinion?" Billy inquired, grinning impishly.

"You mean before you got sidetracked with the lingerie? Sure, why not," she replied with an equally mischievous grin. "So, what do you think?"

"I think Tommy will love it, but I wonder if Mr. Caplan will allow you into the dance. Your outfit is rather revealing."

"Tell me about it. I can't wear pantyhose because the lines show."

"I'm ready, Kim; I... wow!" Tommy gasped when he finally emerged dressed in his tuxedo. Kimberly enjoyed his reaction, from his speechlessness to the bulge in his pants.

"Thank you. Why don't we get going? Billy has to stop by to get Laura... just a sec, Billy. Your tie is crooked. Let me help you."

As Kimberly rearranged Billy's neck wear, she leaned close and whispered, "Do you think I should tell Tommy I'm not wearing any underwear?" Billy closed his eyes and stifled a moan. "I guess I'll just have to wait for the proper moment. Are you guys coming or what?"

With a backwards glance that gave a double edge to her parting query, Kimberly sauntered out of the cabin. Tommy and Billy exchanged smiles, sighed longingly, then followed.

End

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