The Emergency Stand-by Date
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.

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Note: For Rocketchick's challenge from early May.  I
swiped the title from her challenge too.
Spoilers: Not exactly but an alternative aftermath to
"Heroes".

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"Damn!" I yelled as I slammed down the receiver.
"What's wrong Sam?" Janet asked as she peeked into my
lab.
"The date's off tonight.  Pete's gotta work."
"Oh, I'm so sorry.  I know you were looking forward to
it.  Can I do anything?"
I looked at her.  There sure was something she could
do but I didn't dare even hint at it.  Not to a fellow
officer.
I had my eyes opened a few weeks ago when it was
feared that Janet had been felled by a staff weapon
blast.  Fortunately, she was only grazed by the blast
and hit her head on a stump, knocking her unconscious.
 When Janet opened those beautiful brown eyes in the
Med Center, I was so relieved I almost kissed her.
And I probably would have if not for all the people in
the room: the rest of SG-1, General Hammond, Doctor
Warner and the Med Center staff.
Since that time, I've been finding myself thinking of
the doctor more and more often.  And it was very
disconcerting.  I thought about talking to Janet about
it but what could I say?  I don't even know what I'm
feeling - friendship, camaraderie, or something more?
Pulled back to the present, I shook my head.  "No.
Thanks Janet.  We were going dancing but..."
"So?  Let's go."
"Huh?"
Janet came into the lab, moving her arm.  "My shoulder
is much better - a little tight but...  And it'd be
fun.  Not to mention, I need to get out of the house.
Cassie will make a great Mother Hen..."
"Well, I guess..." I replied, my eyes darting up to
look at Janet.
"Great.  Pick me up at...8?"
I was smiling broadly as I nodded, "Sure.  8 is
great."
Janet left the lab groaning.  And it wasn't only her
still-stiff shoulder.
* * * * * *
I pulled up before Janet's house and saw the petit
brunette already on the porch, sitting on the swing.
Janet jumped up and dashed down the few steps to the
walk and across to the car.  She was a vision in a
spaghetti-strap peasant blouse and knee-length leather
skirt.  My mouth was suddenly Saharan and I had
trouble even saying hello as she got in.
"So...I know a place we can go," Janet said.  Then she
observed my tight, red dress, "Sam, you look
gorgeous."
Swallowing a dry lump, I managed to say, "So do you,
Janet."
Janet directed me out of Colorado Springs to a small
club up in the hills.  She reassured me, "It's out of
the way but it's a fun place.  Trust me."
Anyone else saying that would have me growing nervous.
 But I trust Janet with my life.  Often.
I, who had navigated intra-galactic wormholes, was
totally lost when we arrived at what looked like a
concrete blockhouse.  The sign said Bob's Bunker.
"Bob's Bunker?" I asked.
"Well, the name shortened when the country music craze
slowed down."
"Country?  Country music?"
"Relax Sam.  They play all kinds of music."
I couldn't resist throwing her a jibe, saying, in a
mock Southern voice, "We have both kinds, country and
western."
"Quiet..." Janet said as she pulled open the door.
We were assailed by a blast of '80s dance music.  I
recognized the tune but couldn't remember who the
artist was.
Janet led me to a booth and, as we sat, a waitress
came up to take their orders.  I ordered a beer and
Janet asked for a cosmopolitan.
"So, you come here often?" I shouted just as the music
died down.  In a much more embarrassed and quiet
voice, I said, "Uh, that is..."
Janet laughed.  "Sounds like a bad pickup line."  she
laughed again when I felt myself turning a bright red.
 "But, no.  I've been here a few times over the past
couple of years but not so much lately."
Just then, a once-popular country song started.
Finishing her first cocktail, Janet literally dragged
me onto the dance floor.  "It's why we're here, Sam."
And I was surprised. I actually enjoyed the line
dance.  It was fairly simple to master once I
remembered my early training in close-order drill.
And I was able to dance with Janet without it
looking...questionable.
The next song, following almost before the first
ended, was another country number and Janet kept me
with her, holding my hands in hers as we danced around
with the happy crowd on the floor.
Dancing hand in hand with Janet was uncomfortable at
first.  Then, trying to ignore the feeling of Janet's
soft hands in mine, and the thrill her hands brought
me, I gave into the fun of dancing.
After that song ended, another '80s dance number
started and we stayed out on the floor, gyrating to
the insistent beat.  When the song ran on, I realized
it was a lengthy remix of an old Talking Heads tune
and we ended up boogeying longer than either of us
expected.
Not that we were complaining.
But, when "Wild, Wild Life" ended, we silently agreed
to sit down for a few minutes.
Back at our booth, we found fresh drinks waiting for
us.  I swallowed nearly half of my beer while Janet,
her chest heaving as she breathed deeply from the
exertion, sipped quietly at her cosmo.  My eyes kept
dropping to the green fabric as it stretched and
relaxed with each deep breath.
Finally Janet breathed out, "Phew!"
"Yeah!  I haven't had a workout like that since..."
Janet held up her hand, "I don't think I wanna know."
We both laughed at that while I signaled the waitress
for another round.
"So, see anyone around here you wanna dance with?"
Janet looked directly at me and nodded, "Yes.  You.
That's why we're here."
My heart skipped a beat. "C'mon Janet, there are some
cute guys here."
"Not my type."
I gazed around the room again and saw just about every
type of the male gender there was: everything from
egotistical macho men to the insecure type, lounge
lizards to trendy, fad-conscious types, jocks to
brainiacs, big to small, well-built to chubby.
I found myself nodding in agreement.  But I had to
know. "Just what is your type Doctor?"
Janet looked thoughtful for a moment then replied.
"Well, smart for one.  Funny, caring, sensitive,
loyal, supportive, loving...  You know..."
"Janet, that's what practically everyone wants.  Well,
except for the Herb Tarlek wannabe," I nodded at a man
in a loud suit with a white belt and shoes.
Janet laughed then said, "So?  What's wrong with
that?"
"Nothing.  But what physical type?"
"Surficial qualities aren't that important.  But, for
fantasy's sake, I like blonde hair, blue eyes, a nice
ass..."
"Janet?!?" I spluttered.  I've never heard Janet talk
that way before.
"Well?  It's true.  A nice ass is an...asset."
I groaned, "Oh god, Janet..."
"Sorry.  Couldn't pass up the pun."
I was shaking my head. "Your bunk must've been next to
the colonel's."
"Well, for a day or two, Colonel O'Neill and I had
time to get to know each other.  When he wasn't
bitching about being cooped up.  My opinion of him has
gone up too, by the way."
I obviously looked puzzled so Janet went on, "I always
respected his authority and leadership.  But I never
felt like I knew him.  He's an okay guy.  And, while
it's occasionally a bit raw, his sense of humor is
infectious."
"Alright," I agreed.  "If you don't see your type
here, why come?"
"I didn't say my type wasn't here.  Just not..."
I don't know why but the truth hit me like a
thunderbolt.  My eyes widened in surprise, "You
mean...?"
"A big part of the reason my so-called marriage didn't
last."
"Wow."
Janet nodded.  "Yeah, it was huge for me when I came
to terms with it."
"So, who is the lucky gal?"
Janet took a long time to answer as she scanned the
crowd.  I was holding my breath, alternately hoping
and fearing her answer.
"If I was to take someone home with me..."  Janet
glanced quickly at me then finished, "Her."
I followed her gaze.  "The bartender?"
"Yeah.  I suppose.  She's a sweet lady."
I took a longer look at the woman behind the bar.
Short, blond hair and laughing blue eyes.  She looked
familiar to me but I didn't know why.
"She is cute.  Can't fault your taste, Janet.  So?
You gonna ask her out?"
"Not now.  Tonight's your night," Janet said, feeling
relief as she realized I accepted her lifestyle.
"You are a very special friend, Janet.  Thanks."
"So are you, Sam."
"Janet, you don't have to worry about me saying
anything..."
Janet nodded, "I know.  But thanks."
A couple of hours later, after several dances, we
prepared to leave. We both had managed to dance away
the worst of the alcohol.
"Thanks Janet.  This was a lot of fun."
"My pleasure."
We talked about nothing and laughed a lot as I drove
us back to Colorado Springs.
The drive to Bob's seemed longer a few hours before.
But the first time I go anywhere it always seems
longer than any time after.  And a deep, secret part
of me wanted the drive to go on longer.
But, naturally, I pulled up in front of Janet's house.
 Instead of saying goodnight or anything I blurted,
"Meg Ryan!"
"What?!?" Janet laughed.
"The bartender...she reminds me of Meg Ryan.  And, now
that I think of it, you have a lot of Meg Ryan
movies..."
Janet looked at me then away.  "Yeah, you've...figured
it out alright.
"Good night, Sam."
Janet started to get out when I touched her arm.  "You
don't have to worry.  Nothing is different between us
as far as I'm concerned."
Janet sat back and smiled, "I know honey.  But thanks
again for saying so."
"You know, we need to do this more often."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah.  Next time I get stood up, you'll be my
emergency stand-by."
"Hmm..." Janet scowled.
"Seriously, Janet, I had a lot of fun and I think we
should do this more.  Just the two of us going dancing
or even just hanging out."
Janet nodded, "Sure.  I had fun too.  G'night, Sam."
I waited, deep in thought, as Janet walked up and
entered her house.
* * * * * *
I never resolved my thoughts that night.  As a matter
of fact, I was more confused than ever.  Was I gay?
Was I bi?  Did I want Janet in that way?
And how much of this was my reaction to finding out
the truth about my dearest friend?
As the days passed, Pete and I got together and I
tried to put these questions behind me.  And I
succeeded until we broke up.
At least my black widowhood was over.
At the same time, Janet had found someone.  Not the
Meg Ryan wannabe at the bar but someone I never
imagined.  Our then-CO, Doctor Elizabeth Weir.
After my initial surprise, I realized that it made
sense.  Elizabeth was just what Janet had been looking
for in both her physical and emotional aspects.
I was happy for Janet but still confused about myself.
When the special SG team with Elizabeth was lost,
Janet was distraught.  I tried to be a friend to her
and be there for her.  But I could only do so much.
Finally, a couple of weeks after the loss of the SG
team, Janet came to me.
"He-ey Sam."  That was good to hear.  She hadn't used
her two-syllable greeting since she'd been shot by the
Jaffa.
"Hi Janet, how're you doing?"
She smiled slightly and said, "Better.  I miss Liz
but..."
"I know."  I went over and gave her a hug.
"Thanks."
"Anytime.  You need TLC too, you know."
"Sam, what are you doing Friday night?"
"Nothing.  My social life is..."
"Oh, I'm sorry honey.  With everything going on, I
forgot all about you and..."
"Yeah, well, to be honest, I'm doing okay with it.  He
was getting too...protective.  He wanted me to
transfer to a desk job and..."
Janet shook her head.  "He's a cop?"  I nodded.  "Been
away from the mean streets for a while?"  I nodded
again.  "That's the problem.  He forgot about the
adrenalin rush you get in tight spots.  As scary and
horrible as those moments can be, afterwards, you feel
so much more alive..."
"Janet?  I've never heard you talk like this before.
You're usually the one telling me to be careful."
Janet chuckled, "I'm not telling you not to be careful
but since I was...shot, I understand the feeling you
and the rest get.  I know I could've died but I didn't
and..."
"I got it," I laughed.  "Daredevil Fraiser...  Got a
nice ring to it."
"Yeah, well...  Anyway, Pete's a detective now.  And
from what I know about cops, detectives come in after
the excitement.  They may be the ones to collar the
perp but a beat cop's life has more danger in it.
Pete's probably forgotten that.
"And," Janet added when she saw I was going to
interrupt, "a lot of cops never even fire their gun
outside of the practice range."
"Thank you Police Woman."
"Detective Piper at your service," Janet replied with
a laugh.
"No, her name was Pepper.  Pepper Anderson.  Piper's
one of the witches on that WB show."
"Oh yeah, the one with the three lesbians."
"Janet!" burst out as I quickly looked around.
"What?"  Her face showed more amusement at my distress
than puzzlement.
"Anyway, their sisters, not lovers."
With a wicked laugh, Janet said, "So?  They can't be
both?"
"Janet?!?  What's gotten into you?"  This was not the
Janet I've known for nearly eight years.  This Janet
had a decidedly wicked side.  And I wasn't sure I saw
a problem with that.
"Just teasing you, hon.  Anyway, about Friday, wanna
trip the light fantastic?"
"Sure.  Sounds like fun.  Eight?"
Janet nodded with a big smile, "We'll be each other's
emergency stand-by dates."
Then, with a happy wave, she left my lab.
Leaving me looking forward to Friday night.
* * * * * *
Friday night and I had butterflies.  I felt like a kid
on her first date.
Even knowing nothing was going to happen, I wore a
lacy set of lingerie, stockings and a garter belt -
all black except the stockings were more ashy gray.
Over this I wore a dark, low-cut dress that ended just
above my knees.  The material was light and would
bellow out if I spun around.  I wore a thin, red
leather belt cinched tightly at the waist.
On my feet I wore red pumps that matched the belt.
They were comfortable for dancing and looked good too.
My hair I had feathered back, trying to look stylish.
Pearl drop earrings and a necklace finished the look.
The whole effect was completed with light dabs of a
slightly musky perfume.
While never being an egoist, I had to say I looked
damned good.
The only question I had was who was I looking good
for?
Trying to ignore the irritating persistence of that
question in my head, I drove to Janet's.  I was about
to go to the door when she came out.
Another vision.  And, like the last time, I was
speechless.
I don't know what happened but the woman, already one
of the most desired women in the entire Cheyenne
complex - including NORAD, was stunningly exciting.
>From the top down, her hair was again unhighlighted,
dark, and feathered.  It hung loose around her face,
Below that, she had a black, lacy bustier that heavily
emphasized her...assets.   This was partially covered,
but enhanced, by a black, studded jacket with the
sleeves pushed up her forearms.
It took me until she was at the car to see below the
waist.  Faded, soft, denim button-fly jeans with the
waist button open.
God, she was a walking wet dream!
And I was excited by this vision...  Oh lord, it was
going to be a long evening and a longer night as,
subconsciously, I already knew I would be questioning
my reaction to her later in bed.
"He-ey!  You look gorgeous!"
"Thanks.  You look pretty...hot yourself."  I felt
myself blushing as I said that.
Janet's eyes were gleaming as she asked, "Ready to
dance the night away?"
"Uh...yeah," I finally managed to say through my
embarrassment.
The drive to Bob's passed quickly as Janet filled the
time with funny anecdotes about Cassandra, the
Infirmary, and the rest of the SGC.
Once we were there, Janet practically danced out of
the car laughing.  "C'mon slowpoke!  Let's go party!"
Jeez, was this the same Janet?  The staid, caring CMO
of the most secret operation in the history of the
world?
But I laughed and caught up with her.  "You been
drinking, Doctor?"
"Nope!  Not artificial stimulation at all.  Just happy
to be here.  With you."  Then she disappeared into the
Bunker.
Wondering at her words, I followed Janet into the din.
We took a booth again.  As I sat so I could see the
crowd, Janet went to the bar rather than wait for the
waitress.  I watched her chat with Meg Ryan behind the
bar.  And I was surprised to find I was jealous!
She got our drinks and came back to me.  setting the
drinks down, her cosmo and my draft, and slid into the
booth next to me.
I almost stuck my tongue out at the bartender.
Then I felt nervous as I realized what I was beginning
to feel for Janet.  Or rather I was beginning to
recognize how I was feeling.  And how confused this
made me.
As we neared the end of our first round, Janet flagged
down the waitress as she passed by for another.  Then
she turned to me and asked, "May I have this dance?"
Before I could answer, we were out there dancing to
"Shake Your Groove Thing".  And half the place was
shaking their groove thing too.
I used to hate disco when I was a kid.  Still do but
it's fun to dance with someone you...like.  Yes, like.
 We're just friends.
Another disco song and then we were back at the booth.
 Again Janet slid in next to me.
"Having fun?"
I brushed back damp bangs and nodded.  "But I hate
disco."
"Couldn't tell.  You were really working your
money-maker."
Janet was watching my...ass?!?
"Whew.  Gets warm in here fast."  Janet shrugged off
her jacket as she said this.  She moved her bare
shoulders and glanced at the spot where she'd been
hit.
I looked too.  It wasn't bad considering the source.
Her skin had healed pretty well and it looked more
like a mild burn.  "How does it feel?"
"Not too bad.  Skin still feels a little tight but
that healing device worked well.  Wish you could teach
me how to work that thing."
"Sorry.  Gotta have that snake treatment first..."
Janet interrupted me by squealing, "I love this song.
C'mon!"
She pulled me back to the floor and we were dancing
once more. "Dancing Queen" may not be as fast as disco
but it's still a bit of a workout.
After that song the tempo slowed as Roxy Music
started:  Bryan Ferry singing "More Than This".
I started to walk off when Janet pulled me into her
arms.  "Nope.  We're dancing."
"But..." I started to object while my arms took on a
will of there own and circled Janet's body.
"Look around.  All sorts of couples here," Janet said
as she pulled me close.
There were all sorts.  Boys with girls, boys with
boys, girls with girls, and one pretty androgynous
couple that looked like twin...somethings.
I settled into her warm embrace, I had one hand on the
lace bustier and the other between her shoulder
blades.
Janet's hands were holding me tightly and her head was
resting between my breast and my shoulder.  The smell
of her perfume, her shampoo, mixed with the slight
tinge of her sweat was a lovely medley in my nostrils.
I found myself loving the feeling of being in her
arms.  It felt good.  Maybe too good.  But I didn't
want this to end.  And, once again, fortune smiled on
me.  The DJ played another Roxy song - "Avalon" and we
stayed out on the floor.
Janet looked up at me with large, brown eyes and
smiled sweetly.  "This is nice, Sam."
"Yes.  It is."
As the song went on, I found myself drawn to the woman
in my arms.  Our lips met for a moment.  But what a
moment!
Janet's hand slid up my neck and into my hair, pulling
my face to hers again.  This time, in addition to the
near-electric shock of her lips, I felt her tongue.
Soft and wet, she licked my closed lips.  With some
pressure, my lips parted and her sweet tongue slipped
into my mouth.  I cupped her warm, soft cheek as my
tongue, tingling the whole time, moved with hers. I
was responding whole-heartedly to the most exciting
kiss of my life.
We danced on and on.  On the floor and with our
tongues.  I desperately didn't want this to end.
Ever.
But, this time Fate was cruel and the song ended.
Janet, her face flushed from our kiss (I'm sure mine
was just as flushed), looked at me and smiled shyly.
Holding my hand in hers, Janet led us back to our
booth.  We sat silently side by side, my hand still
held gently by hers.
Finally, Janet said, in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry Sam.
 I guess I shouldn't have."
I looked at her, squeezed her hand, and smiled.  "Yes
you should have.  You made me face something I was
afraid of - my growing attraction...my need for you.
I've been so confused but I'm not anymore."
"You mean...?"
"Janet, ever since you were brought back...  I was
never so scared to lose someone.  Not since my
mother..."
Janet looked at me and I could see the love in her
eyes.  A few minutes ago that would have terrified me.
 Now I was thrilled to my very core.
"You know, when you woke up in the Infirmary, I almost
kissed you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah.  I actually leaned in when I realized I had an
audience."  I smiled sadly as I added, "Then, I was
wracked with guilt and doubts.  I mean, I had never
been interested in women or...
"After you told me about yourself, I found I was even
more confused.  I was even jealous of Liz."  I
laughed, "Even when we got here, I was jealous when
you were talking to the bartender.  When you came back
here, I almost stuck my tongue out at her."
Janet laughed, "Nyah-nyah?"
"Exactly."
"Sam, it's my turn to be honest.  I've been head over
heels in love with you for...I don't know how long."
Janet looked away and said, "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't
have said that."
"Yes.  You should.  Janet, I don't know if I love you
that way.  Not yet.  But I have never cared for
someone as much.  Ever."
Janet looked deeply into my eyes.  Her eyes glimmered
with tears.  Of happiness?  I hoped so.
"When I described my ideal woman, you were who I was
describing.  The reason I was attracted to Liz, and to
a lesser degree, the bartender, was that they remind
me of you.  So does Meg Ryan."
"What?"
"Cassie noticed it first.  She said something about me
being fixated on her then she looked at me and said,
'She's Sam!'  And she was right."
"I remind you of Meg Ryan?"
"No-o, Meg Ryan reminds me of you, you goof."
"You wanna get outta here?" I asked.  "Go home and
talk."
"Sure.  Sam, I won't pressure you about anything.
Okay?"
"What if I want you too?"
In the parking lot, Janet held my hands again and we
kissed.  It was just as good as before.
Somehow we made it to the car even while we were
kissing.  Dumb luck?  Janet's lesbian talents?  (And
yes, I do spend too much time with the colonel.)
In the car, I drove with one hand as I held Janet's
hand in my lap.  She moved closer and smiled evilly at
me.
"What?"
"Eyes front, Major," she ordered as she released my
hand.
Then her hand slid under my dress and...
I almost ran off the road!
"Janet!"
In a very innocent voice, she asked, "What?"
Just then, I ran onto the gravel shoulder was two of
her fingers slipped past my panties.
"JANET!!!"
"Ooo, you're so wet, Sam."
"Don't do that while I'm driving!"
"Okay," Janet said as she pulled her hand out from my
dress.  In the light from the dashboard, I could see
the digits gleaming with my wetness.  "Mmm, smells
good too.  Wonder what you taste like..."
With exaggerated motions, she began to lick and suck
her fingers clean.  "Mmm" sounds came from her as she
cleaned me off her fingers.
She finished with a big sigh and said, "I can't wait
to sample the real thing..."
Still reeling from almost running off the road, I
muttered, "Well, just don't.  Not yet."
"Oh Sammy, didn't you enjoy that?"  I shook my head
but we both knew I was lying.  "I know what will make
it all better."
"Not while I'm driving!"
Chuckling, Janet turned on the dome light then popped
open the rest of her button-fly and took my right hand
in hers.  I felt her warm belly on my finger tips then
the silky curls.
Then I felt her wet heat.  And Janet was so very wet
and so very hot.
My fingers slipped into her easily and the silky
tightness fit like a warm, soft glove.  No...it was
like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
Because it was Janet.
She smiled again at me, a smile full of love.  But
there was a glint of lust shining in her eyes.
"Here," she said, removing my hand - I wanted to fight
to stay there but something told me not to.  As my
hand was held before me, I could see Janet's essence
gleaming in the light.
"Smell."
I did and smiled, "Smells musky."
"Taste."
Her fingers slipped into my mouth and I tasted Janet
for the first time.  It was salty and sweet and musky
and spicy.  It was altogether Janet.
"Home," she directed and I complied.
We pulled up in front of her house.  I asked about
Cassie but she said our girl was out for the night.
"You know, she figured out why I liked Meg Ryan movies
before I even did.  One night we were watching...some
movie and she said, 'She reminds me of Sam.'  And I
knew she was right."
"Oh?"
"Well, maybe not the goofy comedy roles so much
but..."
"Let's go in," I interrupted.  I was nervous - scared
to death actually - but I wanted this...I wanted her
so much.
At the door, Janet threw it open, grabbed my hand and
jerked me into the foyer.  Then she grabbed my head
and kissed me as she kicked the door closed.
The kiss was hard and hot and heavy with emotion.  It
was the most intensely emotional kiss I ever had.
That's two 'most' kisses in one night from my best
friend.  My soon to be lover.
Janet probed every millimeter of my mouth, her breath
exploding into me.  I was so overwhelmed, I hardly
responded.  But I was definitely affected.  In a very
large way.
"I need you!"
Janet's statement was as exciting as her kisses.  I
started to lead her upstairs towards her bedroom when
she grabbed my arm.  "I need you now!  I have waited
and I can't wait anymore."
Before I could say anything, she was on her knees,
pulling up my skirt and jerking down my sopping
panties.  She breathed deeply.
"You smell so sexy..."
I almost fell when I felt her tongue touch me.  I did
fall against the wall as Janet began to probe my inner
and outer labia.  I squealed when that slick invader
pushed into my core.
She 'Mmm'-ed into me as she licked my inner walls.
Her nose was buried in my pubic curls as she smiled up
at me from under her raised eyebrows.
She continued to probe me while she used fingers to
toy with my clitoris.  That had my knees sagging and I
ran my hands into her hair (I loved that she was
growing it out again!) and held on as she brought me
to a screaming climax.
Janet sat back on her heels and grinned broadly at me
as I slid down the walls.  I landed on my butt in a
most unlady-like manner which caused her to giggle.
I looked at her, pulling her to me to lick my essence
of her cheeks and chin.  Then it was my turn to claim
her mouth as she had claimed mine.
Janet curled into my lap as we kissed deeply and
passionately for several minutes.  Finally, I pulled
back. "I want you now.  Not just on my fingers," I
added with a smile.
I directed Janet onto the stairs then peeled her jeans
off to look into her oh-so beautiful sex.  It was full
and wet with a cute, heart-shaped mass of brown fur
above it.  I didn't hesitate at all.  I had to have
her.  And only her.
And she tasted so much better there then on my
fingers.  Especially when I plunged deeply into her.
After exploring her depths thoroughly, I took her
hardened clit into my mouth.
It didn't take long for me to bring Janet to her first
climax.  And she was loud too!
After she was able to speak, Janet laughed and said,
"I guess we don't have to be stand-by dates for each
other, do we?"
"Nope," I confirmed with a smile.
Later, much later, we lay together in her bed.  Janet
cradled me to her full breast as we poured out our
hearts to each other.
I thought I knew her but Janet had been showing me
more and more of herself over the past few days and
now I learned it was a carefully planned scheme of
hers to get me "into my evil clutches" she told me
with a really bad sinister laugh.
We didn't get much sleep that night but neither of us
cared.  Neither one of us had been this happy before.
At least not for a long time.
Just before dawn, a sweaty, flushed Janet smiled at me
and said, "Sam, I have to tell you.  I...  Well...just
know that I love you.  No matter what."
"Janet, I don't know if...I...  I don't know how I
feel yet but..."
Kissing me lightly and with love, Janet whispered,
"Ssh, my love.  You don't have to say anything.  At
all."
Well, it didn't take long.  A few weeks later, when
Janet told me she loved me again, I was finally able
to declare my love for the gorgeous doctor.
And that was the happiest day of my life.

The End 
 (c) John O'Conner

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