Pairings
by John O'Connor
Disclaimer:  Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the
property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom,
 MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko 
Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes
only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
 infringement is intended. The original characters,
situations, and story are the property of the author.

Note: For the Smutty Afghan Challenge.  I won the Muse
roses and the title: "The Most Gratuitous Fandom Use
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'Seven writhed beneath the wicked delicious tongue of
her lover.  Kathryn was incredibly skillful in the art
of cunnilingus.  And Seven was her more than willing
subject.'
The cursor moved click back.  The subfolder contents
opened and the cursor opened one labeled 'BoP'.
Scrolling down...
'Barbara's wetness coated Helena's tongue.  It was
sweet.  Sweeter than any wine.  And the heady
aroma...'
Click back again.  Then another folder opened labeled
'DS9'.
'Nerys loved to tease her lover by nipping and licking
her spots for what seemed an eternity to Jadzia.  But
as much as she loved to sweetly torment the Trill, she
loved to please the other woman even more.  She moved
in on the wet core of the tall brunette...'
Back click again.  Yet another file opened, this one
labeled 'B5'. 
'Talia could feel her lover's orgasm through the
physical link between her tongue and the Russian
beauty's wet pussy.  It resonated in her mind, causing
her own body to spasm in response.'
Back click.  The cursor moved over other files like
'ER', 'TNG', 'Division', 'BTVS', 'Gilmore',
'Andromeda', 'Angel' and 'Charmed'.  
Another back click and the main file menu opened.
Files labeled 'stories', 'art', and 'photomanips'
appeared.
The file 'art' was opened with smaller sub-files
inside.  Similar labels as the 'stories' file with
some additional files labeled 'Supergirl', 'Batgirl',
and other female comic characters.  'B5' had some
well-done art of Talia and Ivana.  'Buffy' had some
erotic art of Buffy and Willow.  In each file were
jpeg illustrations of various characters from the
given show, or comic, nude or in sexual situations,
all lesbian in nature.
'Photomanips' again showed many of the same smaller
files.  One of the 'Voyager' jpegs opened to show a
nude Seven of Nine with some Borg implants never shown
on TV.  Another has Kathryn Janeway in a leather
corset with Seven at her feet.  'Buffy' contained
nudes of Buffy, Willow, Faith, and Cordelia, among
others.  Every file had some solo images and some
group shots in sexual positions.  
Some of the images in the 'photomanips' file were
familiar with different faces.  The celebrity images
were cut and pasted onto existing nude pictures.  Many
were practically flawless but others were obvious
fakes.
"Jack, tsk-tsk," Sam whispered good-naturedly.  But
she was surprised by this.  She had no idea he was
interested in stuff like this.
A cd was inserted in the drive and copies of the files
were burned into it.  Then she completely erased and
reformatted the hard drive, then installed a new
operating system and several other necessary programs.
All in all, Samantha Carter was quite pleased with
herself.  Not only did she remove any adult material
from Jack O'Neill's old computer she was rebuilding
for her young friend, Cassandra, but she also managed
to accumulate a nice selection of late night
entertainment.
Glancing the disk, she called her friend to tell her
the good news.
"Janet?  You free?  Good.  Listen, I have the computer
set up.  I completely wiped the hard drive, upgraded
the OS, and put in some new programs that I think
Cassie will like.  When do you want me to bring it
by?"  Sam paused as Janet said something.  
"Yeah, it's here in my office.
"No.  Tomorrow night after work.  Yeah, after 6:30 is
a-okay with me.  That'll be fine.  
"Oh, no, I won't say anything to her.  Hell, I
probably won't even see her.  She is still going to
that weekend sleepover you were so worried about,
isn't she?
"You were too worried!"  Sam laughed as her friend
tired to sail the River Denial.
"Okay, okay.  Anyway, I'll network her old system in
to transfer her files then set up the new one up.
"Oh, hey, I even managed to get her a scanner.  She
can send her friends pictures and...  
"Ah Janet, you don't have to do that.  But, if you
insist, dinner will be happily accepted.
"Oh, I almost forgot.  I burned those games for you.
There are a couple of cds here.  Don't know why you
like those old Atari games but..."
Sam laughed at Janet's response.  "Okay, they're on my
work table.  Yeah, I'll see ya."
Sam hung up and looked at the disk again.  She really
wanted to look it over.  Since they were Earth-bound
for the next two weeks at least, thanks to Daniel's
bruised ribs, she had nothing pending.  She glanced at
the hall entrance then slipped it into her drive.
Angling the monitor so no one walking by could
possibly see it or a reflection, Sam began to explore
the images and stories.  After quickly scanning what
was available, she opted on a down and dirty "Birds of
Prey" story.
Soon, she had to take a break and headed for the rest
room.   Instead of the more traditional usage, she had
other things in mind.
* * * * * *
Sitting down at her computer again, Sam quickly
sniffed her fingers.  It was a disgusting habit but
one thing she'd done since she had discovered
masturbation as a teen.   It was more habit now than
anything.
Scanning the contents again, she realized that all the
stories and pictures were of pairs.  No story she has
skimmed had solo sexual acts or multiple partners in
the same scene.  
'Interesting.  Woulda figured ol' Jack for some group
stuff at least,' Sam thought.
Just as she opted for a specific file to peruse the
stories there, Siler called.  He needed her help with
some faulty MALP programming.
Acknowledging the call, she popped out the cd and
placed it on the table.  Then she got up to leave.
Janet appeared in the door.  "He-ey!"
Sam smiled, "Hi Janet.  What brings you here?"
"Oh, it's slow.  No one has hurt themselves since your
teammate tripped over that auxiliary cable so I
figured I'd come down to thank you in person."
"Oh, that's not necessary.  Neither is dinner."  Sam
quickly amended that statement, "But I am looking
forward to it.
"Seriously, Jan.  It's the least I can do.  I got you
corralled with a teenager and I can't help out as much
as I'd like.  And this is just a small thing."
"Well, I still think thanks are in order.  And you
will have to deal with them from both me and
Cassandra."
"Well, don't forget that Jack O'Neill contributed.  He
found a newer system with a 60-gig hard drive and
decided to donate his old 40-gig.  Just had to wipe it
clean."
Janet nodded, "You off?"
"Yup. Gotta help Siler in the MALP room."
"Okay.  Talk to you later."
Sam was in the hall as she said over her shoulder,
"Your disks are on the desk."
* * * * * *
 
A couple of hours later, Sam returned to her lab.  She
was ready to head home for a cocktail or two and some
good ol' internet smut.
She had learned when she was in high school that she
liked girls.  Having an older brother who wasn't too
careful when he hid his old Playboys and Penthouses
helped.
After just looking at the pictures, she began to read
some of the letters in Penthouse.  In time, she came
to realize that what turned her on the most were the
girl/girl pictorials and the letters about two or more
girls together.
Outwardly, she exhibited the het side of her
bisexuality but, deep inside, she knew that was a
small part of her sexual makeup.  As a rule, she had
better sex with women than men.  And for the past few
years, while everyone thought of her as a black widow,
she was actually quite the ladies' lady.
Grabbing her jacket and cycle keys, she was about to
leave when she remembered the disk.  She definitely
planned to spend some quality time with her computer
tonight.
But...the disk was gone! ((You knew this was coming,
didn't you?))  Where...  Did it fall on the floor?  It
wasn't in the drive. 
Then Sam noticed that the disks she'd burned for Janet
were gone too.  
"Oh God!  I hope..."
Sam quickly called the Infirmary and was told Janet
had left for the day.  She quickly punched in Janet's
number.  She almost screamed when she heard the
recorded greeting.  Instead, she took a deep breath
and left a message.
"Janet, it's me.  Look, I think you grabbed one of my
disks by mistake today.  Don't put it in your
machine!"  Sam winced as she heard herself say that. 
"I...I mean, it's no good for you.  It might
even...damage your computer.  Um, just give me a call
and...I'll pick it up."
Sam slammed down her phone and dashed for the elevator
to the surface.  The security checkpoints were endless
and she actually snarled at the last set of guards
before she could get to the parking lot.
Hopping on the Indian, she sped off down the mountain
and into town.  Maybe she could get to Janet's
before...
* * * * * *
Sam pulled up in front of the Fraiser house.  She had
to force herself not to rush to the front door.  And
not to punch the doorbell too hard.
But the real test was when no one answered.  Looking
around for something to break, she thought of just
picking the lock.
Yet another frustration, her lock picking tools were
in her locker at the SGC.
"Damn it!" she said too loudly, instantly reddening
when she realized a dog-walking neighbor had stopped
to stare at her.
Finally, she calmed down enough to remember that it
was Thursday.  Cass had soccer practice today.  That
had to be where Janet was.
Sam debated the merits of waiting for them before
deciding she did not want to spend two or three hours
waiting.  She'd go home and leave another message, a
less-frantic one.  Hopefully.
* * * * * *
Friday morning. 
Sam glanced at the clock.  She still had twenty
minutes before her alarm went off.  Dropping her head
back to the pillow, she decided to take advantage of
it.
Her night had not been too restful.  More restive as
she woke from a couple of different nightmares.  All
dealing with the internet smut on the disk.
The first dream wasn't clear but at some point during
a briefing with the general and her team, she switched
images on the big-screen.  As she discussed the
tactical advantage of a ruin, everyone else gaped at
the image of Buffy and Faith using a double-headed
dildo.  As she tried to run from the room in shame,
she tripped over her trousers which somehow were
around her ankles.
The second was worse.  She was with Janet and Cassie
when Cassie tossed a file folder of images and text on
the dining room table.  Janet demanded to know what it
was and Cassie simply pointed at Sam.  Janet slapped
Sam and ordered her from the house and their lives.  
Sam woke in a cold sweat, afraid she'd never see her
little girl again.
Knowing they were both dreams didn't help much.  Sam
knew that Janet could go to Hammond and show him what
she had copied.  
Or do just like her dream and forbid Sam from seeing
Cassandra.  
She didn't know which would be worse.
"...that was Smashmouth with their latest.  Next,
news, traffic, and weather with our very own
Jennie..."
Sam slapped the button on the clock radio, shutting
off the DJ in mid stream.  She threw the covers off,
stripped off her boxers and tank top to pad into the
bathroom.
As the hot water poured over her, Sam's thoughts
returned to her dreams and her fears.  Janet never did
call her last night.  
What if she had seen the disk?  And was too upset to
even talk to Sam?  
"Screw it!" Sam said as she lathered her hair.  "I
can't do anything about it right now."
* * * * * *
In her small lab, Sam stared the pc she had set up for
Cassie.  The day was almost over and she was supposed
to take it to their house.
Normally, Sam would be happy, overjoyed even, to go
there.  But Janet didn't come in today and Sam had no
idea what was going on.  Or what might be going
through Janet's head.  
At one point, just after she came back from an uneaten
lunch, she tried calling Janet only to get the damned
machine again.
'God, I'm going to be sick,' she moaned to herself.
As she collected the computer and components and
loaded them on a small cart, she again thanked the
weather gods for the rain, causing her to take the
Volvo this morning.  Otherwise, she'd have to go home
then back here then to Janet's.
* * * * * *
Parking in Janet's driveway, Sam sat gripping the
wheel tightly.  Taking a deep breath, she released the
wheel and opened the door.
She was about to grab the computer tower from the
trunk and head for the door.  She decided the drizzle
was too much to expose the system to.  She'd get Janet
to open the garage door and they'd run it in that way.
Provided Janet was willing to allow a degenerate in
her house...
"Stop that!" Sam hissed quietly to herself.
She rang the doorbell.  The door slowly opened into a
dark hall.  Sam glanced in and then walked inside,
anxiety again gripping her heart.
“Janet, did you get my messages?”
There was a faint glow from the living room.  Sam
peeked around the corner to see a small fire in the
hearth.  That light was augmented by dozens of candles
and tealights scattered around the room.  
And, in the center of it all, Janet stood smiling. Her
hair glinted in the firelight.  And her eyes sparkled.
"He-ey," she said in a throaty voice.
"Uh, hey there?"
As Sam's eyes became more accustomed to the dim light,
she saw that Janet was wearing a short, sheer robe. It
was tied at her waist but the pale flesh of her
neck was exposed.
As the smaller woman slowly walked over to Sam, one
foot in front of the other, Sam forced herself to
swallow.  
"No, I didn't get your message.  The machine is
broken," Janet said in that same throaty voice.  "Was
it important?"
"Jan..."  Sam cleared her still-dry throat.  "Janet,
wh...what's going on?" 
Janet stopped in front of Sam, curling her arms up and
around Sam's neck.  "Isn't it obvious?"
Sam glanced around quickly.  Maybe this was some ruse.
 A way to drop her guard like the time in the cell
when Hathor was running around.  Maybe Janet was
trying to get proof that Sam was...
Sam looked into the dark pools of Janet's eyes and
knew she was a fool.  There was no anger, no hatred,
no judgment in those eyes.  What was there was love,
trust, and lust.
Janet twined her fingers in the short blonde locks at
the back of Sam's head and gently pulled the taller
woman's face to hers.  Their lips met softly.
Sam's heart raced, conscious thought was beyond her,
and her pants suddenly felt far too warm. 
When Janet's tongue moved into her mouth, everything
in existence vanished for Sam.  All that mattered was
the warm, wet sensual feel of Janet's mouth.
Janet pulled back and took Sam's hand, pulling the
stunned woman into the living room.  "Sit.  Have some
wine."
Janet led her to the couch and sat down.  Sam sat next
to her.  Their stances couldn't be more different. 
Janet was relaxed, her face reflecting her lust. Sam
was sitting erect, confusion spread across her face.
The wine had already been poured.  Janet handed her a
delicate stemmed glass.
"Th...thank you," Sam managed to stutter.   Sam wanted
to gulp the wine but forced herself to sip it.
"I'm glad you're here," Janet purred, her breath
tickling Sam's ear.
"I...don't..."
Janet cupped Sam's cheek in her soft hand and turned
the blonde to her.  "Yes, you do," she whispered
before again taking Sam's mouth.
For several long minutes, the only sounds in the room
were the crackle from the fireplace and the sounds of
soft, wet kisses shared.
When Janet finally broke the kiss, she caressed Sam's
cheek once more then stood.  The robe had already
fallen open and she shrugged it off, tossing it to the
side.
Beneath, Janet was wearing what had to be the
skimpiest lingerie Sam had ever seen.  In the dim
light, Sam saw the sheer, see-thru bra and thong had
an olive-drab camouflage pattern.  The blonde smiled.
"You like?  I went to Denver this morning and picked
them up."  Janet reached out and Sam took her hand. 
"Now, you need to get more comfortable."
"I...don't have anything like that..."  Sam's eyes
roamed over Janet's incredibly scanty attire.
Janet giggled, intentionally misunderstanding her
friend.  "Sweetie, I may be bustier but I've seen you
in physicals.  You have lovely breasts."
"That's not..."  Sam's words died as Janet, moving
behind her, unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off
her shoulders, kissing the soft skin around the bra
straps.
Soft hands caressed Sam's stomach on their down to her
pants.  Her pants were slowly unbuttoned as kisses
feathered across her shoulders.
She felt Janet's warm flesh against her nearly naked
back as the doctor slid down to help her out of her
sandals.  Then Janet lifted each leg to tug Sam's
pants off.
Janet stood and whispered in Sam's ear, "I think you
look lovely in the candlelight."
Sam started to respond until her words changed to
moans as Janet nibbled on the outer edge of her ear.  
"Oooo Janet!" she sighed.  Janet giggled and licked
the inside of Sam's ear.  That brought out another
"Ooooooo."
Sam felt the forgotten pressure of her bra ease. 
Janet slipped the straps off her shoulders.  Those
talented hands moved around Sam's body to cup her
mounds, the fingers dancing lightly over her erect
nipples.
One hand moved down under the elastic waist of Sam's
panties.  As Janet's tongue danced in her ear, the
doctor's nimble fingers played with her sopping core.
A finger slipped into her near-molten hole and Sam
felt her knees tremble.  "Ooooo.  Janet..."
Janet moved in front of Sam's trembling form and held
her tightly as she directed the blonde onto the couch.
The doctor held Sam's hands as she let the taller
woman slowly collapse on the cushions.  Then she knelt
and took a deep breath of the heady aroma coming from
her new lover.
'Time enough for that, Janet' she thought to herself.
She wanted to taste Sam's pert breasts.  For some
time, she had admired them.  Now was her chance to
feel them in her mouth...
"Oh Janet..." Sam sighed as soft lips wrapped around
one hard nipple.  As fingernails lightly pinched the
other, the sigh deepened.
While she sucked on the hardness in her mouth and
played with it's twin, Janet used her free hand to cup
Sam through her panties.  The woman was practically on
fire.  If it wasn't for her juices soaking the thin
cotton, Janet was sure those panties would've
combusted by this point.
Sam was unsure where to push forward.  She wanted the
mouth on her tit to take more but she craved the
fingers on her covered slit.  She compromised and
forced one lethargic arm to hold Janet's head to her
while she pushed her crotch against the fingers
playing there.
Soft sucking sounds mingled with equally soft sighs
and moans in the flame-lit room.  
"Oh, Janet!  Please!  I need...it!"
Janet sat back, releasing both breasts, her fingers
barely grazing Sam's wetness.  "What?  What do you
need, Love?"
"I need to...cum.  I need you to make me cum!"
Janet smiled wickedly, looking in Sam's lust-clouded
eyes, "What is the magic word?"
"Please!  Please make me cum!  Please lick me!  I want
your mouth on my..."
"Your what?"
"My pussy!  I want your mouth on my pussy!  Please
Janet!"
Slowly pealing Sam's panties down, Janet leaned in and
kissed her navel, muttering against the flat stomach,
"It'll be my pleasure." 
The brunette moved in and planted light kisses on each
of Sam's knees, her tongue tracing one small scar on
the side of her left knee.  Sam squirmed and giggled.
"That tickles!"
"Does this?" Janet asked in response before lightly
kissing the insides of Sam's thighs.  Occasionally she
paused and suckled gently on the soft skin on her way
to her goal.
Seeing the quivering, enflamed flesh peaking out from
beneath Sam's wet curls, Janet stopped.  It was
lovely.  She suddenly realized how lucky she was that
Sam took the chance with that cd.
Janet nipped at Sam's thighs just below the juncture
of her hips, leaving little hickeys where only she
would see them.  Her hands trailed lazily over Sam's
flat stomach, one finger tickling her navel.  The
other moved back, tracing the edge of the damp pubic
curls then combing down through the fur.  Those
fingers met Janet's tongue as she got her first,
somewhat diluted taste of Sam.
"I want more," she whispered against the soft thigh.
Using both thumbs, she gently parted the fleshy mound.
Sam opened like a beautiful, wet flower.  Janet gazed
at the lovely sight in awe.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"Huh?"  Sam wasn't feeling too coherent at the moment.
"Thank you for sharing yourself."
With that, Janet leaned in for her first real taste of
Sam.  She knew she'd never forget this moment.  Or
this special night.
The heat closed around the doctor's questing tongue as
it slipped into the aroused petals of Sam's sex.  The
flavor was thick and musky.  And oh-so special.
Sam cried out as she felt the soft, insistent intruder
between her legs.  It had been so long since anyone
had touched her there...
"Oh, so good..."
Janet smiled inwardly as her mouth was a bit busy. She
traced every nook and cranny, every ridge of flesh and
every hollow within Sam.  Inside the woman she was
pleasuring, she searched for and quickly found that
one special spot.  As she lightly tapped it with her
tongue, Sam cried, "OOOooo!"
Janet pulled back for a brief moment.  She saw Sam's
little friend poking out of it's protective sheath. 
The doctor was quite tempted to suck on the little nub
but it was too soon.  She wanted to drag this out for
a few more minutes.
Sam lost all track of time as she felt Janet's tongue
traveling around her vagina before sliding inside. 
The woman was driving her crazy.  Even when she was
deep inside Sam, her soft hair brushed over the
hickeys on her inner thighs...
Sam's body began to tense.  Janet sensed this first,
then felt the tension around her tongue.  She quickly
withdrew.  She really wanted to enjoy this.
Sam moaned.  She had been about to cum.  And not from
her own hand.  It had been exquisite.  But far, far
from enough...
"J-Janet?"
"Ssh, darling.  Just take it easy," the doctor said
softly.  She stroked Sam's stomach.  "I want you to
remember this night."
"I...I will."
"Good.  I will never forget this either."
After an eternity of seconds, Janet returned to her
joyous activity.  
Sam put a hand on the back of Janet's head as she felt
the young woman's tongue again caressing her.  It took
far less time to reach the edge and Sam was determined
to reach her climax this time.
Janet, however, had other plans.  She pulled back once
again when she felt her friend and lover start to
tense.  While she had to exert some force to pull her
head back, Sam conceded after a fruitless moment's
attempt to keep the doctor where she was.
"Go-oood!  Janet!  Please!"
Feeling the urge to tease the normally staid woman,
Janet again asked, "Please what?"
With far less prompting this time, Sam moaned, "Please
lick me.  Eat my pussy.  I need to cum!"
Suppressing a thrilling shiver at the dirty talk
coming from Sam, Janet rested her chin in Sam's pubic
thatch, looking up at the blonde.  Blowing Sam a kiss,
she whispered, "Third time's the charm"
The good doctor was true to her word.  Almost before
she finished the last word, her tongue was delving
into Sam's depths yet again.  
Janet knew Sam was so very close.  Her respiration
kicked up several notches as tongue touched labia.  
And, if anything, the woman was hotter and wetter than
before.  A small, clinical part of Janet's mind
wondered if this was normal.  The rest gave in to the
joy of pleasuring her friend.  
Muscles tightened anew.  Breathing became panting.
Moaning became squealing.
Janet finally assailed the little clitoris with her
tongue, replacing that supple tool with her index
finger inside Sam.  
Sam's squeals of pleasure changed to screams of
delight as everything went white.  
Janet sat back on her heels, her breathing almost as
ragged as Sam's.  Her body had come incredibly close
to an orgasm without anyone touching her.
Janet sat on the couch next to Sam and enfolded the
blonde in her arms.  She cooed soothing nothings in
her ear while stroking the tense, quivering flesh.  
'This is how it's meant to be,' Janet thought.  'Not
that blind, groping, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am sex with
the jerk.  But love and tenderness that heightens the
passion.'
Sam blinked up at Janet, smiling weakly.  
"He-ey.  You okay?"
Sam nodded, "Better than I've been in...a long time."
Janet smiled at her lover and Sam melted.  There had
always been something special about that beautiful
smile.
"Kiss me," Sam whispered.  Janet happily obliged, a
soft, close-mouthed kiss.  Sam took the initiative and
pushed her tongue into Janet's mouth.
"My turn," she breathed into her friend.
Seeming to slip bonelessly to the floor, Sam managed
to kneel between Janet's leg.  The see-through camou
material was practically transparent now.  Sam could
easily see Janet's lust-swollen labia pressing against
the thin material.
Leaning in, Sam licked slowly up the length of Janet's
covered slit.  The flavor of the doctor was new and
exciting to Sam.
"I'm sorry," she muttered.
Janet, shivering from that sole lick, looked down.
"Wh...why?"
"I can't wait...  I need to..."
Sam pulled the material to the side and slipped her
tongue between the beautifully delicate lips, tasting
Janet directly for the first time.  "Mmm..."
Sam's probing tongue quickly brought Janet to
screaming orgasm.  Time enough later to explore all
the other wonderful facets of Janet.  
And to pay the brunette back for her wonderful
'torture'.
* * * * * *
And hour later, the new lovers lay together near the
fire under an afghan Janet pulled from her couch. They
were content to cuddle quietly, basking in the
afterglow of their orgasms.
Finally, Sam had to break the silence.  "Janet?  Why
did...  I mean, I'm not complaining but..."
"Well, your signal was pretty clear."
"Signal?"
Janet nodded, her sweet hair tickling Sam's cheek,
"Yes.  The cd with the stories and the art?  Did I
misread that?"
Sam chuckled, "Oh yeah.  That was what I found hidden
on Jack's hard drive.  I made that cd for me.  It
never occurred to me that you'd grab it.
"And when I saw that it was missing, I was frantic.  I
was so worried that you had it and would be offended.
Or..."
"Offended?  Me?  Does this seem like I'm offended?"
Janet sucked on Sam's earlobe as she slipped her
finger inside the blonde briefly.
"No-ooOO!  But I had no idea you..."
"Played for the other team?" Sam nodded.  "Well, it's
not that I don't like men or anything...  I just find
women to be softer and more loving."
"So is this a case of two wrongs making a right?"
Janet nodded, "Not that either of us was wrong but
yeah, I think so.  And Cassie will be thrilled."
"Cassie?"
"Sure, I think she thinks we should be together all
the time."
"Do you?"
Janet nodded.
Sam buried her nose in Janet's brown locks, "Good."
"Better be, I'd hate to think I wasted my money on
those two gummi vibrators today..."
Sam looked up to see if Janet was joking.  Instead she
saw two candy-coated 'toys' in Janet's hands.
Thank God for Jack O'Neill and his lil' library of
porn.
 (c) John O'Conner

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