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From: Shalon Wood <dstar@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Prudence, TX Population 1276 13 (Mff)
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[NOTE: This is a repost; both chapters 8 and 9 were accidentally posted
as 'Chapter 8', so they are being reposted with the correct chapter 
headings.]

This is a continuation of "Prudence, Texas Population 1276", a
collaboration between my husband, Shalon (dstar@pele.cx), and I.  The
raw material and dialog was produced by both of us, but the final
editting on the previous postings was done by him, and on this one was
done by me, thus explaining any difference in style.  

Standard disclaimers apply; if you're underage, it's illegal for you
to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't read
this.

Eventually to be archived at http://prudence.pele.cx.  Comments
*greatly* appreciated.

Enjoy,

Velvet
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Kristen gathered what she needed and the two of them drove back to
Mark's house, both deep in thought.  As they pulled up in his drive,
Kristen said, suddenly, "We should go back."

Mark frowned, puzzled.  "Why?"

"To take the pictures...they should be in my bedroom, right?"

He stared at her. "Um, you'd be willing to pose for them?" he asked,
shocked.  "Honey, I didn't mean we had to use pictures of _you_!  I
can find something online."

She shook her head, "No, they should be of me.  That way I can testify
that they're real if I need to.  Besides..."  She blushed.  "I, um,
kinda like the idea of posing for you...you know, like _that_."

Mark stared at her for a moment longer, then grinned.  "You do, do
you?  We can take them here, though, and superimpose them over a shot
of your bedroom later.  I'd be a total idiot to tell you no, you
know."  His expression softened.  "I love you so much."

She smiled sweetly at him.  "I love you, too."

Actually taking the pictures proved to be a time-consuming...and
distracting...task.  Eventually, though, they had several good shots,
and Mark took the camera to the computer, while Kristen called Kayla.

After a while, she followed him into the den, bending and kissing the
back of his neck.  "Okay.  She's meeting us here at 6:30 in the morning."

"She's coming here? Okay. Is she...okay?"

Kristen nodded. "Yeah.  We talked."

Kristen didn't say anything else.

He waited, but she didn't say anything else.  "Good," he said, " Hey,
if you don't want to...do anything tonight, that's ok. It's been a
hard day for you, I know, and you've probably got a lot to think
about. I can just snuggle and hold you, if you'd rather."

"Mark...I want to.  A lot.  I was just waiting for you to get done."

Mark grinned. "Wonderful. I _liked_ taking those pictures. How...
hungry are you feeling?"

Kristen smiled, ducking her head bashfully.  "I liked posing for you.
I've never done that before.  And...quite a bit.  Not uncontrollably
so, but...it's been hard this past half hour or so not to do things to
get you to...um...notice me."

"Ok. So we know how long it takes you to go from glowing to hungry, at
least right now, though once you haven't been starving for a while it
might last longer. What do you say to going upstairs and...feeding
that hunger of yours?" He licked his lips suggestively.

Kristen smiled and pulled her shirt off, bending over the table and
spreading her legs.  "How about right here?"

It was an invitation that was impossible to resist, so he didn't even
try.


-------------------


They were barely awake the next morning when Kayla knocked on the
door, and all three of them yawned all the way to Steven's house.
Steven took one look at them and smiled.  "I'm driving."

They all three piled into the back-seat, with Kristen in the middle.

Mark studied the girls covertly as he woke up.  Kayla had been
somewhat subdued all morning, but seemed happy, so he assumed she just
wasn't a morning person.   Kristen, though, was very, very quiet, and
seemed to be being very careful about what she said and did.  That
puzzled him, especially when he realized that she seemed not just
nervous, but also embarrassed.

Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer.  He bent, nuzzling against
her, and whispered in her ear, "Um, love, why are you so embarrassed?
Did I do something?"

Kristen blushed and whispered back, "I just don't know how to act!"

"Why?"

"I've never _been_ in a situation like this before.  I mean, I don't
want to hurt anyone's feelings, and I feel so self-conscious with my
father up front, and...um...last night is wearing off, and I keep
thinking about sex."

"Kristen, she loves you. Just be yourself. Your father knows about
you. Um...you couldn't really do much with me, but you _could_ do
something with her, if she was comfortable with it. You girls are a
lot more...self-contained, if you know what I mean."

Kristen blushed _bright_ red.  "No way.  Just...no.  I can wait."  Her
hand rubbed his thigh in little circles.  She appeared to be totally
unaware of this.

"You could, you know," he whispered, "you could just slip your hand
down the front of her pants, and do what you are doing to my thigh..."

Her eyes darted down to her hand, and she snatched it away as if it
were burnt.  "I didn't mean to!"

"It's _ok_ love," he soothed. "Why don't you make out with Kayla, and
get what you need, okay? I love you."

Kristen whispered, "Oh, god.  No.  I _can't_.  Not in the car."

"Up to you, love. But it _is_ okay with me." He kissed her ear, then
straightened back up.

She shivered, and sat very straight, hands in her lap, for the rest of
the long drive.

Steven pulled up in front of the county courthouse.  He handed Mark the
keys and a credit-card.  "Take the girls for lunch, Mark.  I'll be at
_least_ a couple of hours.  Friend's meeting me here and we'll get the
paperwork together.  Be back around 1:30.  Later if need be."

Mark nodded. "Where's a good place for lunch around here?

"The Radisson down the street had a good restaurant."

Mark looked at Steven searchingly, wondering if he were implying that
he should feed Kristen more than just food.  Steven's eyes met his
steadily, and he nodded just a bit.  Mark nodded in turn. "Good
idea. We'll go there."

At the hotel, Mark had the girls stay in the car until after he'd
rented the room, then took them a key so that they could follow
separately, thus avoiding the disapproving glares of the clerk.

Mark looked at the girls, once in the room. "So, um, how do we want to
do this?"

Kayla said, "Kris...you don't have to..." at the same moment Kristen
started, "Kayla, do you want..."

They both stopped, looking flustered.

"Um," Kristen said, "This is awkward, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Kayla agreed.

"Yeah."  Kristen turned to Mark, blushing bright red. "Mark...remember
what I said about the pictures?"

"That you liked it?"

"Yeah.  I liked it.  I liked you watching me.  A lot.  I liked it the
other night, too."

Mark smiled. "So you want..."

She nodded.  "If...um, if Kayla's willing."

He looked at Kayla, eyebrow raised.

"Kayla is definitely willing, Kris.  You ought to know that," she
said, licking her lips.

Kristen smiled, blushing.  "Just one thing though... This time, if I
ask you to join in...do, okay?"

He nodded, smiling, and this time, when Kristen looked up from Kayla's
cunt and pleaded with him to fuck her, he was delighted to oblige.
After that, things got a bit complicated as they moved around every
which way...though Mark and Kayla were both very careful to not go
further than they already had, until Kristen guided Kayla's head onto
Mark's cock then slid down between the girl's legs.

Mark looked down at them, Kayla's dark head bobbing up and down on his
cock, her legs spread wide as Kristen licked her, and groaned, but
managed to keep control until she stiffened, squealing around his cock
as she came.  That was too much, and he came in her mouth, moaning.

Kristen rolled over and lay on her side, smiling at them as Mark
tugged Kayla around, trying to get her up to where he could kiss
her. She was willing to be tugged, though her own muscles still
weren't working. 

When he had her positioned correctly, he leaned over and kissed her,
gently but thoroughly. Kayla moaned softly, opening her mouth beneath
his kiss.  She fell limply back to the bed, smiling dazedly.

"Definitely not a teenager," she murmured dreamily, "We have such
_stupid_ laws."

He kissed her again, nibbling at her lower lip for a second.  "Hm?"

Kayla shrugged.  "Teenage guys, from what I've heard, seem to think
their cocks will fall off if they get cum in their mouth.  Right
Kris?"

Kristen nodded, backing her up. "Pretty much.  Mark's _nothing_ like
them, though. Nothing."

Mark grinned. "Good thing I don't feel that way, or I wouldn't be able
to go down on Kris afterwards," he said, causing Kristen to shiver
with delicious memory.

With wide, innocent eyes he looked at her.  "Something wrong, love?
Cold?"

Kristen giggled.  "Bad man.  I didn't even get any candy, either."

Kayla was looking at him curiously, and asked all of a sudden, "Mark,
just curious, but...are you _sure_ you're not bi?"

Mark started to answer, then paused. "Hmm. All I can say is, I don't
_think_ I am. I've never gotten turned on by a man, anyway. Why?"

"Just wondering.  I mean, you don't mind doing that.  And if you
were...well, a friend of mine would be really, really happy, if Kris
didn't mind that is."

Kristen said, "Really?  Who?" as Mark thought about it. 

"I don't know," he answered before Kayla could, "I guess I wouldn't
mind trying it, though. But I'm not going to cheat on Kristen."

Kayla nodded, "Good answer," then answered Kristen.  "Aaron."

"Aaron?!" Kristen sat up in surprise.  "So that's why he didn't hit on
me."

Kayla shook her head.  "Wrong again, hon. He's not gay, he's bi.  He
told me he just didn't want you to think he was like all the jerks who
wouldn't leave you alone after you'd decided you didn't want them.
It's _not_ that he didn't want to.  I think he's shy, too. But he's
got a _serious_ crush on Mark."

Mark raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "You know, I was never this
popular with teenagers when they were legal for me."

"Well, you're smart.  So _of course_ you weren't popular in
high-school."

Kristen nodded agreement and asked, still intrigued, "So, like, has he
actually _done_ anything with a guy before?"

"Nope, nor a girl either, I don't think."

"Oh, wow."

Mark raised the other eyebrow, looking at Kristen, who suddenly
blushed bright red.

"Um," she said, "We should probably get dressed."

Mark continued to look at her, and she continued to blush, avoiding
his eyes.  He grinned.  "Mmmmmm?" he asked her.

She looked down at the bed and mumbled, "Nothing," but he could see
that her nipples were rock hard.

He reached out, brushing a fingertip across one crinkled pink peak.
"C'mon," he coaxed, "Tell us."

Kayla had been staring at her, and with sudden comprehension, she
exclaimed, "Kris!  You like yaoi! Oh my gosh!"

"Yaoi?" Kristen asked, confused, "What's that?"

Mark blinked. "I didn't realize you were an anime fan, Kayla." He looked
at Kristen. "Yaoi is...boy/boy hentai."

Kristen still looked puzzled.  "Hentai?"

"Anime porn," he clarified.

"Oh my...you don't know what hentai is?" Kayla asked. "We've _got_ to
get some, Mark, if she's never seen any!"

"Animated porn?" Kristen frowned.  "Isn't that...kinda silly?"

Mark grinned. "There's a store over in Garland -- maybe we can stop by
there before we head home." He looked at Kristen. "Not really. It can
be...really neat. Especially the tentacles."

Kristen looked kinda disturbed.  "Tentacles?  I'm not sure I _want_ to
know!"

He laughed. "You're right, Kayla." He suddenly looked serious. "Though
I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to be watching hentai with an
older man."

"Yeah.  Might give the old pervert sick, twisted ideas." Kayla grinned
unabashedly.

Kristen changed her mind hastily, "Oh, then we really do _have_ to get
some!"

Mark nodded. "You could end up...molested. Touched inappropriately,
even."

"Where was that store again?" Kristen asked.

He laughed. "Garland," then his face went serious again. "But, ah, back to
where we started. You seemed to be getting turned on by the idea of me
and Aaron together."

Kristen blushed again.  "I thought you'd forgotten that."

Mark just shook his head, grinning.

She gave a little, tiny shrug and nodded, looking at the bed.

Mark leaned forward, lightly brushing his palms over her
nipples. "You'd like to see me suck his cock? Run my tongue over the
head? Play with his balls?"

Kristen moaned, pulling her knees up to her chest and curling
up. "Mark!  Stop..."

He shook his head, and continued, "You'd like to see his lips wrapped
around my cock?"

She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut and Kayla smiled, squirming
around on the bed a bit.

Mark leaned forward a tiny bit more, his tongue licking lightly along
Kristen's lips. She opened her mouth beneath his kiss, stiffening as
Kayla's tongue started to lick at the backs of her knees.

He whispered against her lips, "Do you want to see him fuck me?"

"Mark!  Oh, god!"

"You do, don't you? You want me to lick you while he fucks me?"

"Please, oh please..." She laid back, spreading her legs and tugging
at him urgently.  Kayla moved up, sucking one of her nipples into her
mouth.  "Please fuck me, Mark, right now!" Kristen begged. 

With a smile, he slid between her legs, burying himself in her
dripping wet cunt.  Kayla slid up, taking Kris's face between her
hands and kissing her thoroughly.  

Kristen moaned, thrashing her hips frantically against Mark, then put
her hand on his chest.  "W..wait...wait!"  He stopped, brow glistening
with sweat, as she squirmed away from him and flipped over, grabbing
Kayla and burying her face between the other girl's legs.  "Now!" she
moaned, "Oh now!"

With a loud groan, he thrust into her from behind, fucking her hard
until he couldn't stop himself from coming, then dropped to his knees
behind her, reaching between her cuntlips with his tongue, sucking and
licking them as his cum dripped out of her.

Kristen screamed into Kayla's cunt, grinding herself back on Mark's
face, but never stopped licking, her busy tongue working frantically
until Kayla threw her head back and screamed, arching off of the bed.

They collapsed on the bed, all of them panting.  Mark lay there,
staring at the ceiling for a moment before saying, "Well. I guess that
leaves just one question."

Kristen asked, "What time is it?"

Mark shook his head, "Nope," and waved vaguely in Kayla's
direction. "Do we let her watch?"

Kayla smiled sweetly and finished for him, "Or do I get the
rattlesnakes?"

Kristen stared at him with a touch of horror.  "Mark...Love, no."

"Why not?" he asked, "I think that would be mean, not letting her
watch."

She shook her head, "No, I mean 'no, you should not sleep with
Aaron.'"

"Why not?"

"Yeah, the idea's seriously hot.  But...you're already taking a big
enough risk with me and Kayla.  And while Prudence might turn a blind
eye to a man sleeping with a young girl, they'd probably kill both of
you if they thought you were sleeping with a _boy_." She grabbed his
hands, holding them between hers. "Plus...'because the idea turns my
girlfriend on' is not a good reason to sleep with someone."

Mark looked thoughtful. "Like I said, I've never tried it, and I'm
willing to try anything once. And if we set it up right...people would
think he's sneaking away to be with Kayla. We could work it. But I
won't if you don't want me to." He leaned forward to whisper in her
ear. "But wouldn't you like him to fuck you while I did him?"

Kristen swallowed hard.  "Mark...god...honey, you don't have to
_watch_ me with other guys.  I'm not even sure I'll still need them."

He nibbled on her ear. "Love...if I'm involved with him too, it's
hardly the same thing."

"Ohhhhh....shit.  I can't think about this _now_ or we'll never get
out of here."

Mark grinned. "You like the idea, then. We'll try it at least once, if
he's interested." He paused. "But I don't like rattlesnakes, so I
guess we'd better let Kayla watch." He smirked at her. "But not touch,
of course -- us or her."

Kayla stuck her tongue out at him.  "Dirty old man."

"Turnabout's fair play," he said, grinning.

"Hmf."


------------------


Kristen's glow, under a layer of heavy makeup, wasn't that noticeable in
the bright Texas sun, especially when she concentrated and pulled most
of it into her eyes and slipped on a pair of heavy shades.

Steven was waiting for them when they got back to the courthouse, with a
clipboard and a pen.  "Sign these, both of you."

Mark read over the papers...future father-in-law or not, he wasn't
sign _anything_ a lawyer hands him without reading it first!  The
papers included a standard application for a marriage license, another
form for him to sign acknowledging that he _did_ know Kristen's age,
and a parental consent form that he didn't have to sign but that
Steven already had.

With a steady hand, Mark signed, then handed them to Kristen.  Her
fingers shook as she signed, and he bent raised them to his lips and
kissed them as he took the pen back from her.

Steven ran back into the courthouse to drop off the papers for his
friend to file, then returned with a stamped, notarized license.
"This will be usable on Tuesday.  There's a three day waiting period
in Texas." He looked at them shrewdly.  "I'm _starving_.  Do y'all
think you could stand a bit more lunch?"

Mark smiled. "I suppose I could. What about you, love?"

Kristen blushed and nodded.

Kayla shrugged, smirking just a tiny bit.

Steven drove them to a nice steakhouse, one with a patio so they never
had to enter the semi-dark restaurant.

"Steven, could I get a favor?" Mark asked after they had their
meals. "I'd like to make a stop in Garland before we head back."

"Oh?"

"There's some stuff I'd like to pick up at a store there." He casually
glanced at Kristen and Kayla, who both blushed. "Some movies."

Steven looked down at his plate, hiding a smile.  "Sure, it's not a
problem."

"Thanks."  Mark casually returned to eating.

Kristen caught Kayla's eye and some sort of non-verbal communication
seemed to take place.

Kayla smiled, eyes twinkling.  Kristen grinned.

Mark raised an eyebrow, looking at them.

Underneath the tablecloth, from either side, interesting things began
to happen to Mark.

Soft little hands started roaming over his lower body.

Mark didn't show any reaction...above the table.

Ever so slowly, careful fingers tugged Mark's zipper down.

Mark's cock pushed its way out of his pants and was teasingly stroked
by two soft hands.

One hand wrapped firmly around him and started to stroke slowly up and
down.  The other strayed downwards, tracing a line between his balls.

He found it increasingly difficult to sit still, and beads of sweat
broke out on his forehead.  He at Kristen meaningfully, chewing a bite
of steak.

The hand around his cock moved faster now, the fingers caressing him
with practiced skill.  The other hand curiously stroked beneath his
balls, dipping down to play over the little ridge beneath them.

Mark swallowed, fingers gripping the edge of the table, extremely
close to coming.

He struggled to remain still as he came, but he couldn't totally
manage to contain the shudder as his cum shot into a soft, cupped
hand.  

The hands retreated.  Kristen raised her napkin as if to blot her lips,
but hidden behind the cloth, only Mark could see her lick the palm of
her hand clean.

Mark swallowed again, then shakily returned to his dinner as Kayla
tucked him carefully back in his pants and zipped them up.  Glancing
at Kristen, he could see that her glow had perceptibly
brightened...not _quite_ enough to give her away, but noticeable if you
were looking for it.

Steven raised an eyebrow when the girls weren't looking.

Mark shrugged, very slightly, and tilted his head as if to say, "What
could I do?"

The drive back was more relaxed.  Kristen laid down in Mark's lap with
her legs over Kayla's, sighed happily, and closed her eyes.

They did stop at the movie store.  Mark ran in, picking up several
titles, one of which prominently featured tentacles on the cover.
Kristen took one look at it and eeped...quietly, of course.

Mark raised an eyebrow. "What?"

She tilted her head to look up at him in disbelief.

Mark grinned, and reached across and tapped Kayla, getting her attention.

Kayla opened her eyes.  "Mm?"

Mark nodded to the box, and then to Kristen's shocked expression.

Kayla giggled.

He nodded. "That one first, you think?" he whispered.

She nodded happily.

Kristen swallowed hard.

He grinned, raising an eyebrow at Kayla. "Tentacle fetish?"

She shrugged.  "I dunno.  I like it all, really."

Mark raised the eyebrow further. "My. How...flexible."

She snickered, looking at the cover.  "No, _that's_ flexible."

"Point. Though I'd think that would be a drawback in
certain...activities."

"Well, I guess we could make a brace or something."

Kristen blushed.  "You two are _awful_!" she whispered.

Mark nodded. "We try."

They teased her all the way home.  She was surprisingly
teasable; despite her vast experience, it was all pretty _normal_
experience, not particularly even wild, and certainly not kinky.  She
spent the entire trip blushing.

--------------

They bid Steven goodnight and returned to Mark's house for the
evening.  The movies proved to be a success; Kristen did indeed have a
kink for male-male interaction, a big one.  And Kayla seemed to have
an absolute tentacle fetish.

The tentacles frankly astonished Kristen, who watched those scenes
with wide-eyed fascination, even though the non-consensual aspects
definitely seemed to bother her.  

Mark held her tightly.  "I don't care for that part of it, either,
love."  

She looked up at him.  "You don't?"

He shook his head.  "No, I like things to be consensual.  I don't care
for rape, even animated."

Kayla blushed, avoiding looking at either of them.  Kristen looked at
her curiously.  "Kayla?  What?"

"Um.  Nothing."

Mark looked at her, too, then, and raised an eyebrow. 

She squirmed uncomfortably.  "Um.  It's just...I, um, kind of like
it.  As long as it's not real I mean!  It's not like I want anyone to
get hurt, but just as a fantasy, it's...hot, y'know?"

He smiled.  "My, you're a bad girl.  I guess we should tie you to the
bed."

They were both taken by surprise when Kristen went deathly pale.

Mark pulled her onto his lap, frowning in concern. "There's nothing
wrong with liking the idea of being tied up, love."

"It's okay, Kris.  It's just a game, hon."

Kristen shrugged, blushing.  "Sorry.  Guess I'm just a prude."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so, love. I still remember what
you did the other night. That was...as far from prude as you can get."
He looked thoughtfully at Kayla.

Kayla blushed.  "What?"

"Just wondering if you're really turned on by the thought of being
tied up."

She shrugged.  "Yeah, and the other way around, too.  But it's no big
deal, not worth making Kris uncomfortable over."

He looked at Kristen, then leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Hey,
why don't we tie Kayla up and do what you did the other night? If
she's tied up, she doesn't have to fight not to touch herself..."

Kristen frowned and shook her head, her eyes edged with panic.

He tried desperately to figure out what he'd said to cause such a
reaction, but finally just asked, "What's wrong, love?"

"I'm sorry.  I just...don't really like the idea.  It bothers me."

"Why? I mean, what bothers you about it? I really want to understand,
love."

"I'm not sure.  It just kinda makes me feel sick and scared."

"We wouldn't be making her do anything she doesn't want to." He
paused. "When people play games like this, they usually have a special
word, called a 'safeword'. When the person tied up uses it, that means
they don't want to play any more, and you stop, right then. Does that
make you feel any better?"

"Mark, I _know_ you wouldn't hurt Kayla.  It's not that I think you
would, really.  It's just the whole idea just...I don't know why."

"You remember when you asked me not to move?" he asked. "It was really
hard not to. It would have been easier if my hands, at least, had been
tied."

Kristen squirmed uncomfortably, looking guilty, and Mark watched her
with growing concern.  "Love?" he asked gently, "Did someone do that
to you when you didn't want them to?"

She avoided his eyes. "Um.  Sort of.  But that's not it, not really."

He frowned, making a mental note to get back to that 'Sort of', then
said, "Ok, what is it?"

"I don't _know_.  It's not logical, I know, but I just don't like it.
It gives me the creeps, okay?"

Mark was still trying to understand. "What part of it gives you the
creeps? Is it the being restrained, or the giving up control, or
something else?"

"Both.  All of it."

"But I gave up control to you the other night. Did that bother you?"

"No, because you had a choice.  You _could_ move.  You weren't tied
down.  If I had hurt you, you could have stopped me."

He nodded, slowly. "It's the being helpless that bothers you, isn't
it?"

"I guess."

Mark took her hands in his. "Kristen, I _trust_ you. You _aren't_
going to hurt me. I've played games like that, a little before, but
only with people I trusted. And the trust is what makes it good."

"I trust you, too, Mark.  You know I do."

He kissed her softly.  "Then let me show you something?" 

She nodded hesitantly.

He stood up and got four ties from the closet, then tied them to the
bed.  Then he tied his wrists to the headboard as best he could and
lay down.  "There. I'm helpless, love. Totally at your mercy. No way
to stop you from _ravishing_ me." He wiggled his eyebrows when he said
'ravish'.

Kristen smiled weakly, and he tried to encourage her.  "Yup. Totally
helpless. Utterly at your mercy. Just no tickling, ok?"

Kayla looked intrigued, but Kristen looked like she might run.

"C'mere, love," he coaxed, "Please. Kiss me?"

She hesitantly approached and bent to kiss him.

Mark kissed her, gently. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Kayla watched anxiously as Mark smiled at Kristen and kissed her
chin.  "S'okay, Kris," she said, "Really it is.  No one's going to
hurt anyone."

Kristen still looked scared.

Mark whispered, "Did you like the way you teased me the other night, to
the point where I almost couldn't restrain myself? Well, if you tie my
legs, you can tease me even more than _that_, because I won't be able
to touch myself no matter how much I want."

She shook her head. "I liked it, but...I don't think I can."

"Why?"

Kristen swallowed hard.  "I think I might cry."

He furrowed his brow. "Um...why, love? You aren't hurting me, not at
all. Nobody's hurting me. Nobody's hurting anyone."

"I don't _know_." She shivered. "It's just a feeling!  It doesn't make
any sense."

He twisted his arms out of the loose bonds and held them out to
her. "C'mere. Lay down next to me, and snuggle."  She practically fell
into his arms, and he looked at Kayla, concerned.  Something was very
obviously not right.

Kristen curled up against him, holding on to him tightly.  Kayla laid
down on the other side of Mark, reaching across him to tuck her hand
around her waist, and watched her with an anxious frown.

Mark held her close, kissing her forehead. "Love, I think there's
something bothering you that you haven't told us. You said that
someone tied you up when you didn't want to be?"

Kristen shrugged.

"Please, love? I love you. I want to know."

"I didn't _not_ want to be, I just didn't like it."

"Ok. Some people don't. Did they stop when you said?"

Kristen shook her head, and his jaw clenched, "Oh, gods...I'm sorry,
love. No wonder the idea of this bothers you."

"It wasn't _that_ bad, Mark.  I just didn't like it."

"But they wouldn't stop. How could that _not_ be bad?"

"It wasn't like he beat me up or anything. Just scared me, that's all."

Mark pulled back and stared down at her. "Love, not stopping when
someone says no is...is rape. Even if they don't beat you up." He
looked at Kayla for support.

"Yeah, Kris.  And slimy as shit, too.  Who was it, and I'll make sure
he sees the error of his ways."

Kristen shook her head. "It was a long time ago.  And I did say he
could tie me up and do anything he wanted to me.  I just wasn't
prepared for it to scare me that bad."

Mark held her close. "Did you ever tell _anyone_ about it?"

Kristen shook her head again.

He rolled over with her in his arms, so that she was between him and
Kayla. "Then tell us, love. We love you. We're here for you. We'll
listen."

Kayla kissed her shoulder.

"It's really not a big deal," Kristen whispered, "I feel silly now."

Mark shook his head. "It is a big deal, love. You never got to deal
with it. Please? We want to make you feel better."

She sighed.  "Okay, but you're going to think I'm _way_ overreacting."

He just kissed her forehead again and waited on her to speak.

She sighed again and said, "It really was a long time ago.  It was
with the guy I thought loved me.  Kayla said she told you about him?"

Mark nodded.

"Well...I did a lot of things with him that I didn't ever do again.  I
loved him.  I thought I did, anyway.  I'm really not sure anymore.
Anyway, I stayed at camp all summer, and pretty much did whatever he
wanted me to.  One night he said he wanted to tie me up. I didn't like
the idea, but..." She shrugged.  "Jason said it would really turn him
on, and if I didn't like it, he'd untie me right away."

Kristen went on, "He talked me into it, and I didn't really see any
harm in it.  I mean, he _loved_ me, right?  He wouldn't hurt me."  Her
voice was bitter.

"So I let him do it.  He put me on my stomach, with my hips on a
pillow, and tied my hands above my head and my legs apart."  She was
getting more and more tense.

Mark held her tightly, caressing the hair at the back of her neck.

Her voice quavered as she continued, "Then just fucked me.  I wasn't
ready for it, and I was still not used to it, so it kinda hurt and I
asked him to stop.  But he said that he could feel me getting wet, and
that proved I didn't really want him to stop so he didn't have to.
After he was done, I asked him to untie me again."

Kristen closed her eyes and turned her head onto his shoulder.

Mark's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed for a moment, before he
kissed her forehead again. "I love you, Kristen," he said softly, "Did
he?"

"No," she whispered, then shivered convulsively. "He said he had a
surprise for me first, and told me to close my eyes and open my mouth.
When I did, he shoved a rag in my mouth and covered it with tape.  He
said he knew I'd told him I didn't want him to gag me, but that I'd
been a bad girl and he had to punish me for lying to him.

Mark gasped, his arms tightening around her almost painfully, and
Kayla's eyes glittered dangerously.  Kristen didn't notice though, as
she finished quietly, "Then he spanked me."

No one said anything for a long moment, then Mark asked, "After that?"
With great effort, he even managed to keep his voice steady.

Kristen tensed.  "That's all."

Mark looked down at her.  "Love, I've never lied to you..."

She bit her lip, looking worried.

"Love..." he said coaxingly.
 
She looked torn. "Promise you won't...I don't know...it's
embarrassing."

"Love, _NOTHING_ could make me stop loving you. NOTHING," Mark said
earnestly. 

Kayla softly stroked her arm, kissing her shoulder gently.  "It's
okay, angel.  You were just a baby."

Kristen looked at them for a second, then nodded and continued in a
scared voice, "After that he...fucked me again. But not in my pussy.
I'd let him before because he wanted to, but I didn't like it.  It
hurt some.  Not _that_ bad, but some.  That time, though, it hurt a
lot.  If he hadn't gagged me, I would have screamed my head off.  It
still hurt some after he stopped, but not as bad. Then he untied me,
and took the tape off, and I was crying, and he acted horrified,
because he thought I liked it because my cunt was wet and that I was
just playing and didn't _really_ want him to stop."  She closed her
eyes tightly, waiting for their reactions with dread.

Mark pulled her close, kissing her lips gently. "Oh, gods, love, I'm so
sorry. I'm so sorry. That shouldn't happen to _anyone_, ever. I'm so
sorry..."

"I don't care if he's dead, I'm going to kill him _again_."  Kayla
sounded dead serious.

"And then me," Mark assured her.

Kristen turned her head and kissed his shoulder. "Mark, it's okay.
Really.  It wasn't _that_ bad.  I mean, the spanking hurt some, but
not that bad, and the...other thing...well, I _had_ let him do it
before, and it stopped hurting in just a couple of days."

He shook his head. "Love, he _raped_ you." He paused. "If I let you
tie me up, and you did that to me, would it be 'not _that_ bad'?"

"But I _know_ you don't want me to do that to you, Mark. It's
different."

"He knew, love, or he wouldn't have gagged you."

"He just did that so I wouldn't accidentally make too much noise."

Mark shook his head again. "I don't think so." He paused, then looked
at Kayla. "I think you probably know all there was to know about
Jason. What do you think?"

Kayla snarled, "I think he was a total asshole who didn't deserve as
comfortable and clean a death as AIDS."

He nodded. "I have to agree with you there." He kissed Kristen
again. "Love, I'm sorry that happened to you. I wish I could take all
the pain away."

Kristen said, "Well...I kinda agree with you, and I know he lied to me
about a _lot_ of things, but I don't honestly think he meant to hurt
me physically all that bad.  I mean, he had to know I could have
turned him in any time."

"So he made you think it was an accident. He made you think he didn't
mean it."

"But guys, even _before_ that happened, I really didn't like the idea
of being tied up.  And somehow...for some reason...tonight it's really
bad."

"I won't tie you up, love." He caressed her cheek gently. "Ever, not
if you don't want it."

She relaxed slightly against him, and he went on, "I won't. But...does
it still bother you that bad to think about me being tied up?"

"Yes, Mark. I'm sorry, but it really does."

"And Kayla?" he asked.

"A lot."

"More than me? Less? The same?"

"More than you."

Mark looked thoughtful. "How do you feel about her being tied up next
weekend? The same as tonight?"

"Umm...I don't know."  She frowned. "It depends on...on...something."

"Ok, what?" he asked. "Can you figure that out?"
 
She shook her head. "No.  I'm sorry, Mark."

He thought for a moment. "Ok, love, close your eyes for me." He
began gently rubbing her forehead with two fingers, right where her
'third eye' would be. "Relax. Concentrate on what is _you_, find that
center. Once you've got it, try to figure out what will make the
difference."

Kristen closed her eyes obediently, and lay quietly for a few moments,
then shook her head.  "I just don't know, love."

Mark looked at Kayla. "You helped last time. Any suggestions?"

"Not really.  I don't think you can really force a premonition."

He rubbed his forehead. "Ok. Let's look at it...differently. What does
it feel like would happen?"

"I don't know!  It would just be...bad."

"Would someone break in while we are tied up?"

"No.  It's nothing like that."

"Would we hurt each other?"

"I...don't know.  Maybe."

Mark pursed his lips. "Does it have something to do with the ghosts?"

"Y...yes?  Maybe?"

"Would...hmm. Would someone get...I don't know, possessed?"

"I..." Kristen hesitated, then nodded. "That sounds...possible."

Mark nodded. "Would it be the person tied up?"

She shook her head.  "I can't tell, Mark.  I just don't know...I
know it would be bad.  And I'm getting a nasty headache."

He kissed her. "Ok. But we know it's a bad idea, so we won't do it,
ok?" He looked thoughtful. "I wonder just how bright you could glow if
we got Kayla to lay very, very still, and did what you did the other
night."

"Mark...if it turns me off, I don't think I'd glow."

Mark looked confused. "Oh. I assumed you liked doing it. Sorry."

"I _did_ like doing it.  But the thought of someone tied down turns me
off."

"Oh! I didn't mean tied down, I mean just not moving, like I did the
other night."

"Oh.  That's...different."

"Do you like that idea?"

Kristen blushed. "Um.  Yeah."

Mark grinned, and looked at Kayla. "The rules are, you can't move. Not at
all. Not even a little bit, no matter how much you want to. You game?"

"Ummm...sure.  Okay," Kayla said, intrigued.

He looked at Kristen. "You take this side, I'll take the other. Start
at her feet?"

Kristen nodded and happily commenced.

Mark helped.

Kayla wasn't as good at laying still as Mark was.

"Ah-ah-ah," he chided her. "Have to lay still."

She tried.  Really hard.  Her hips just wouldn't lay still.

They worked their way down, one on each side, kissing their way down
Kayla's body until Kristen nestled in between her legs, gently licking
her cunt.  Mark moved up to suck on her nipples, and Kristen wriggled
around sideways, sliding herself onto his cock without moving her head
away from Kayla's cunt.

Kayla clenched her fists in the covers.  "Oh!  OH goddess...Oh,
Kris...so close, so close, just a bit more....ah!"

Mark raised his head and kissed her, hard, and her whole body went
rigid as she came.

Kristen kept licking her, working her hips faster on Mark's cock, and
Kayla writhed wildly, beating at the bed with her fists.

Mark groaned, his hips moving to slide his cock faster in and out of
Kristen's cunt, and he killed Kayla again, hungrily, as his fingers
roamed over her soft breasts, tweaking at the hard nipples.

Kristen slipped two fingers into Kayla's cunt, fucking her shallowly.
Kayla screamed into Mark's mouth, her hands moving to Kristen's hair
and holding her tightly pressed to her cunt.  Kristen's pussy clenched
around Mark's cock, hard, as she came, and the tight, hot convulsions
pushed him over the edge.  He thrust hard, his whole body jerking, as
he came with them.

Kayla gasped for air, pulling her head away from Mark and slumping
limply back onto the bed.  Kristen lay her head on her stomach,
breathing hard.

"Oh. Wow. Gods." Mark lay there, unable to move, and looked over at
Kristen. She glowed brightly enough to light up the entire, not
particularly small, room.  A golden fog almost seemed to hover over
her skin, and her eyes and nails gleamed most seemed to hover over
her skin, and her eyes and nails gleamed irridescently.  Her hair was
like living flame.  He stared. "Oh. My. God. You're _beautiful_."

She smiled radiantly.  "I love you, too."

Mark nudged Kayla. "Look."

Kayla opened her eyes.  "Lord and Lady above.  No wonder he thought she
was an angel," she breathed reverently.

"You know," Mark said thoughtfully, "I think we've made a mistaken
assumption. I don't think you feed off of us, exactly, love. I
think...I think when we make love, we are _generating_ the power you
need." He looked her over. "Wow."

Kristen stretched, smiling.  "I feel so _good_."

He smiled down at her, then his eyes flew wide and he nudged Kayla.
"She's floating."

"Huh?"  Kayla looked closely. Kristen was, indeed, hovering about half
an inch above the bed. "I'll be damned.  She is.  Can you go higher?"

"Huh?" Kristen asked, confused.

"You aren't laying on the bed," Mark explained, "You're floating."

Kristen frowned, then looked surprised.  "I am!  What on earth?!"

"You have...power," Mark said, a touch of wonder in his voice. "I wish
we could to it again, right now -- I'd love to see what you'd be like
with more."

"Let's see what it can _do_."  Kristen giggled, then asked, "Um...any
ideas?"

"Sounds fun. Umm...Can you float higher?" he asked.

Kristen drifted upwards about a foot, then quivered and fell back to
the bed, laughing.  "Not reliably, it seems."

"Don't do it over the _floor_ then, Kris," Kayla said worriedly.

Mark grinned. "Can you...um...can you reach out with your light and
touch us?"

"Umm...let me see."

The light pulsed erratically and looked like it might, but snapped back
to her before it reached him.

"Guess not," Kristen sighed.

"Or maybe you need more," he suggested. "Maybe you are just now
starting to have the amount of energy that's 'well-fed' for you."

Kristen giggled again.  "I don't feel 'well-fed'.  I _feel_ drunk."

Mark reached out and tugged her up to lay between him and Kayla,
caressing both of them. "What now?"

"Mmmm," Kristen said, "We could go swimming in the pond."

He frowned thoughtfully, assessing the risks.  He hadn't seen anyone
there since the party before school, and there were no lights in the
field to give them away from the road, and at this time of night, very
few cars came by anyway.  He grinned. "Let's do it. Skinny-dipping by
moonlight!"

"There's only a crescent moon tonight," Kayla pointed out,"I think
Kristen is more light."

"Let's go!" Mark urged.
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