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Subject: {ASSM} Slices (FM, bdsm, FF) {A. Kitten}
Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2003 23:10:04 -0500
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A. Kitten: "Slices" (FM, bdsm, FF)

SIX: Steve: (December 2003)

"She's here!" I would have groaned if I didn't hurt so much. I was
seriously considering passing out, but decided even that was too much
effort. "Undo me," my wife commanded.

Mistress's strength filling me, I managed to open my eyes. She was
silhouetted in the window, a clear winter night filtering into our
dark bedroom. Between the moon, street lights, and the virgin snow the
world seemed magically aglow. This contrasted with the night-black,
latex of her bodysuit, surrounding her with a soft aurora.

She skewered me with an imperious glare, daring me to make her wait. I
hobbled to her side, parting dark brown hair and opening the double
flap over her zipper. In the street below, Kate and her roommate had
begun lugging Kate's possessions into the house. Our daughter hadn't
told us much about her roommate (or about her first year away) other
than that they were getting along great and she loved college. In
fact, I realized, I'd forgotten her name.

"You could help them, you know," Nansi chastised, wriggling her
shoulders and pulling at her gloved left sleeve while I held the
suit's back.

"She specifically said not to stay up. If she finds out we did...."

"Maybe you could explain we didn't mind the wait." I stuck my tongue
out at her, then yelped. She'd managed a swat to my behind while
hopping backwards towards the bed, tugging a booted leg.

Nansi rejoined me just as the girls carried in the last load. They
seemed to be arguing good-naturedly about something, Ginny laughing
nervously and shaking her head.

"Do you think Kate'd hear the shower?" Nansi asked, indicating the
sweat and remnants of silicone lubricant from the suit clinging to her
body. "I don't want this getting into the sheets...." she trailed off,
and I followed her gaze back to the scene below. "Oh, my."

Our daughter had Ms. Roommate in a full-bodied embrace and was kissing
her passionately. I cleared my throat. "I'll clean the sheets. Or get
new ones." We both took a step backward as Kate glanced toward our
window. "It's time to turn in."

But Nansi was breathing harder, one hand rubbing parted lips. "You're
right. Let's pretend to be asleep."

_Oh,_no._ "Pretend?" I asked weakly. She just smirked lustily.

**

Kate didn't come downstairs until after noon. We were in the living
room sharing a paper (naturally Nansi had gotten first pick, leaving
me with the local news section until we could trade). The microwave
hummed and dinged, and Kate entered through the dining room. Her hands
were clutching a teacup so hard her knuckles were white. We shared a
furtive glance. _Act_innocent_, Nansi's eyes said.

_Play it_cool_, mine agreed. The local news suddenly became much more
interesting.

"Mom, dad, I have something to tell you. It might not be easy for you
to hear, but please listen and know that I love you both very much."

_Who_gave_her_that_line?_

"I'm gay."

"We know," Nansi told her absently.

"What happened to playing it cool?" I demanded.

"You know Ginny, my roommate? We've been going out almost the whole
semester, and--wait, *what*?"

Nansi turned to me, folding the paper. "I thought you said 'Come
clean!'" I threw up my hands. "Look, you've upset her." She swung her
legs to the floor, patting the couch beside her. "Have a seat, dear."
Kate made her way over, staring at us in shock.

"How long have you known?"

"We've had clues," I told her.

"The big one was when you and Ginny locked lips in front of the whole
neighborhood," added Nansi.

"You guys... you saw that? And you're not mad?"

"Of course not." My wife cradled Kate's head on her shoulder. Our
daughter couldn't see her face hardening as she met my eyes, then
looked beyond them. "What kind of parents would stop loving a kid just
because he was gay?"

Kate sniffled. "I had it all rehearsed--"

"I could tell," I interrupted.

"--and now... and... you're really OK with it? Really, really?"

"Just more evidence for the gay gene," Nansi told her.

Kate straightened, throwing off Nansi's arms. "*WHAT?* How is
that... Why didn't you *tell* me?"

"You told us talking about sex with two 'geezers' was gross,
remember?" She frowned. "And you threw your mother out of your room
that one time she tried to explain where babies come from."

"That reminds me," Nansi put in, "we do expect grandchildren. You have
a lot of options these days, you know."

"We just tried to raise you with an open mind. And we'll always be
here when you need us."

"I don't believe you two!" Kate stormed off.

Nansi was staring proudly after Kate. "That went well." I shrugged and
tried to steal the front page away from her, failed, and went back to
the local news.

***

FIVE: Steve: (December 1975)

"Boy, you sure were a disappointment before, but this time you have
gone too far!"

"Mr. Reid, sir, your son didn't do anything wrong." Michael shielded
me with his body. "I did."

"And how's that?" astonishingly, he now sounded calm. "You still like
girls, Steven? What about that cute little thing I see you with
sometimes, the Keenes's daughter? Did this faerie rape you?"

"I barely know her, she's two years younger than me!" My father
grinned. "Michael is the one I love." My angel squeezed my hand
proudly. _Crisis_averted_--

Suddenly Michael was on the kitchen floor, trails of blood running
over half his face. My horrified brain barely registered when his
attacker rounded on me.

"Cocksucker." He didn't punch me as hard as Michael, but I still
curled around his fist like a leaf. "You're *dead* next time I see
you." I couldn't move. "Didn't you hear me?" He kept hitting, but I
couldn't feel any pain except what he was screaming in my ear.

"FAGGOT, *RUN*!"

I ran.

**

I don't really know where I spent the next twelve hours; there are a
lot of places to hide in a small town. Somehow, I didn't freeze to
death. Maybe I stole some food. Pretty pathetic, huh?

All I remember is standing on the bridge, staring down a winter sun. I
wanted to be thinking about Michael when I jumped.

But when I recalled how strong he'd been, how he'd stood up for me,
I couldn't do it. I didn't even know where he was. The hospital? Home?
Dead?

I couldn't abandon him.

So I walked back to his family's house, knowing it would all get
better once I was there. They lived outside the town proper, on what
had been farmland fifty years ago, before this was summer home
country.

Mrs. Walters answered the door. "Oh," she whispered, looking anxious.
"It's you."

My stomach fell. "Can I come in?"

"I'll get Mike." The door closed, a little too fast. I almost left,
but I summoned my courage. I couldn't desert him, no matter what.

"Hi, Steve." Michael hesitated. "Um, listen. My dad... he's taking
things pretty bad." He wouldn't meet my eyes. "Not like yours, of
course," he laughed nervously, "but I can't see you. Or have anything
to do with you. Or anyone. As long as I'm living at home." His head
came up, revealing a false smile, as he reached for the knob. "But I
would like to see you again. Give me a call from wherever you end up
living."

So much for not abandoning him. "I don't have anywhere else to go," I
told the closed door.

**

So there I was. I'd hiked along the highway, over the same bridge, to
the next big town. I couldn't even hitch a ride. A few cars I
recognized slowed down before they changed their minds. The rest sped
right past. I still felt like giving up, but somehow I made it to the
bus station. I had just enough money for a candy bar and a night of
feeling sorry for myself. Maybe. Laying on the bench, I tried to
summon the energy to find out.

I had a perfect view of the parking lot, but when a familiar brown
station wagon pulled up I didn't dare get my hopes up. Then Mr. Keene
got out, and my heart started hammering.

"I've been driving all over looking for you." I didn't answer. "It's
like this: some of us, we think what your father did wasn't right." I
opened my mouth to respond, but he held up a hand. "Not everybody,
just some. We want to help you out, get you on your feet." He looked
around the bus station. "You got somewhere to go?"

"My Uncle Raymond's." I shifted away from him. "Try my luck hitchin'
in the morning."

"You wouldn't last the trip." His tone softened. "Look at you! Take
you home, Kathy'll have you cleaned up and fed."

"Yeah, it'd be a shame to run me out of town on an empty stomach."

He looked me in the eye and held out a hand. "You can stay as long as
you like."

Suddenly exhausted, I reached out to him.

***

FOUR: Nansi (December 2003)

Steve tapped the power button and Conan's face faded from the TV.
"Kate?" he called.

"Mmm? What?" she crossed the front hall into the living room, a scarf
in one hand, the other undoing the buttons of her coat.

"Did you have a nice night?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied sullenly.

"Where'd you go?"

"Out." Steve rolled his eyes. "The movies."

"Who with?"

She sighed. "A bunch of my friends. You know, Kris and Mike and them."

"Was Ginny there?"

"No." Her eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"Just wondering. You haven't been doing anything with her; I thought
you said she lived nearby."

"Yeah, in Stonegate. Not *that* near." She huffed in frustration. "I'm
going to bed."

"Ryan's coming tomorrow," Steve offered.

"Uncle Ryan? When?" she turned, her mood lifted momentarily. "Uncle"
Ryan wasn't related to us, but he was pretty much the oldest friend
Steve and I had.

"About four thirty, he said."

"Mm-hmm." She remembered to mope again. "Good night."

"Catch you later," Steve told her. When she was gone, he turned to me.
"What do you think's wrong?" he asked quietly.

"Maybe she's just busy with her old friends," I answered doubtfully.

"Yeah, maybe." He stood up, yawning. "But she's been awfully down
since she got here."

"In the morning," I suggested.

"We'll sleep on it," he agreed.

**

Kate spent most of the next day in her room. Even when Ryan showed up,
she only put in a perfunctory appearance. She managed to act
conspicuously cheerful for about ten minutes before lapsing backing
into melancholy and fleeing upstairs.

"What's wrong with her?" Ryan asked.

I let out a long breath. "You tell me."

"Okay, I will." Steve and I both stared at him. "She come out to you
yet?" I nodded slowly. "Well, Ginny doesn't want anything to do with
Kate now that they're home. She's afraid of stories going around,
won't be seen with her, won't even talk to her." He snorted. "Bitch."

My jaw dropped. "This is why no one tells you secrets."

"She didn't tell me!" he protested.

"Then how do you know?"

He laughed. "Don't ask questions."

***

THREE: Steve (June 1980)

Kathy threw open the door. "Steve, everybody, Steve's home!" She
yelled into the house. "Come in, come in!"

Mr. Keene--Alex--held out his hand, and I took it. His hair was a
little grayer, but his grip was as strong as four years ago. "You look
good."

"Thanks." I set down my duffel bag. "I just have to get the rest of my
stuff and--"

"It can wait," Kathy said. "Put up your feet, you *must* be tired."

I wasn't about to argue.

"So what's next?"

"I don't know, Alex, what kind of a job can you get with teaching
degree?"

We laughed. "I meant, do you have any plans for the summer?"

"Yes," I replied. "Sleep. Then maybe I'll eat you out of house and
home."

"Sounds good." He stood, but waved me down when I tried to follow.
"I'll get Chris to carry your bags," he called over his shoulder.

"I'm sure he's been looking forward to that!"

"How'd you know?" Kathy asked.

**

True to my word, I took a very nice nap and woke up starving at a time
far to early to deserve the name morning. Staggering blearily into the
kitchen, I dove into the refrigerator.

"Help you find something?" I jumped, wincing when my head hit the
refrigerator compartment's edge. "Are you okay?" Nansi was laughing,
leaning against the counter. She was wearing a short, fluffy blue
bathrobe with a towel over her hair.

"When'd you get in?"

"Around ten. Hope I didn't wake you."

"No, no, I slept right through it." I studied her fuzzy slippers
awkwardly. "So, how was sophomore year? Find any nice guys?"

"Nah... you meet any nice girls?" She clapped a hand over her mouth.
"I am so sorry, I forgot, I'm...."

I put a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, forget it. And I did meet a
few, thank you."

"Wait a second... you? *Girls*?"

"I like both."

"Is that possible?" she mused.

"I guess." I smirked. "Found out a while back."

Her left hand was toying with her sash, and she glanced down, then
back up, transformed, aggressively amorous. "Do you like me?" she
growled, nostrils flaring.

"Whoa." She took a step forward, then another. Suddenly, we were
*very* close, pressed against the fridge. She had her hands wrapped
around my cheeks, pulling me down, scattering fond memories of Ryan in
her wake.

"Hmmm?"

"You, um, are you sure?"

"I know what I want." We kissed briefly, then her hands were running
up and down my back.

"Your parents--"

"Let's go outside." She pulled away, my hand lingering in hers. "The
woods are still there."

I swallowed, hard.

***

TWO: Kate (December 2003)

"Kate." The minute Mom opened her mouth, I knew coming down for
breakfast had been a mistake. "Do you know why we never visit Grandma
and Grandpa Reid?"

"I dunno," I answered. "Are they alive?"

"Yes," she said slowly, "they live a few miles from my parents." I
shrugged. "Grandpa Reid threw Steve out when he was eighteen and
hasn't spoken to him since."

"Oh." I pushed my chair back. "Are the dishes in the dishwasher clean
or dirty?"

"Kate, I'm trying to talk to you." Beat. "Sit down." I sat.

"My point is, he survived being on his own before he'd graduated high
school, and you're out with the love and support of your family. He
made the same hard decisions you have."

"I've been out to my friends since high school. This isn't the
fifties, Mom."

It didn't phase her. "Wanna hear what his boyfriend said when he
showed up begging for food? 'Sorry, I can't be seen with you.' Know
anybody like that?" I folded my arms, and she leaned across the table.
"What you have to decide is, if you're ready for people to know you're
a lesbian, but your girlfriend would rather not be in a relationship
with you than let people know she's one--sweetheart, maybe you just
aren't right for each other just now."

"What gives you the right to decide who's right for me?" I considered
going to school year-round. Facing the Life Improvement Squad for a
whole summer would be unendurable. "What makes you think she doesn't
want to be seen with me?"

"Why haven't you been out with Ginny, then? Stonegate is all of twenty
minutes from here!"

"Are you saying I should out *her*?" I spat. Mom was shaking her head,
but I plowed ahead anyway. "Not everybody is as open minded as you."

"Like Ginny's parents, for example?" I didn't bother to answer. "They
don't have to find out. And even if they do.... Do you know who your
dad lived with while he finished high school?" I shook my head.
"Grandpa and Grandma Keene."

Was she saying what I thought she was saying? "Kristina knows. Nobody
else."

"Why did you decide to tell us, then?"

"I guess I thought I'd feel better if you knew. And I do." Then my
blood boiled over. Even I could figure out where this was going! "But
don't think for a second that means--"

"Of course not." Mom smiled and left the kitchen.

Now I had to clean up her dishes, too. Who did my parents think they
were?

**

"Oooh-h, Ka-, uhhhuh-h-h!" Ginny moaned and squealed above me, her
thighs locked around my ears, fingers clawing my scalp. "Oooo-ooooh,
Kaaate.... K-!" She rode out her climax and slowly released me,
gasping. "That was soooo good! I'm glad you made me come out here."
She giggled. "Pun intended!"

I sat back on my heels, rubbing my legs for warmth. My toes would
start falling off if I knelt in this snow much longer. "Hey, I wanted
to talk to you, remember?" She stopped, pants half way up, head
cocked. "Will-you-go-see-a-movie-with-me-tonight?"

Her face fell. "I told you, honey. Not here."

"We could go with my friends! Nobody'd know anything--"

"They'd guess," she whimpered.

"--I just want to be with you," I pleaded.

"No. Next semester we can be together as much as you want, but I don't
want to be seen with you." She saw my face, and started to stammer an
apology. Too late.

"You don't want to be seen with me." I climbed to my feet, calmly
brushing snow off. "Fine. You don't have to be." I held back tears
until I was sure she couldn't see.

The older I get, the more I hate it when my parents are right.

**

Ginny called our house a few times, but I didn't talk to her until I
was back in our room.

"I don't want to lose you," she sobbed. "I'll go out with you the next
time we're home, whatever you want." It was obvious she'd been crying.
"I can't lose you."

"I don't know," I told her. And I didn't.

***

ONE: Nansi (June 1984)

"Like it?" I'd been practicing this pose for months, first naked, then
with the corset once it arrived. The laces were too tight to arch my
back any further, but I managed to pull my shoulders back a little,
rubbing up and down the bathroom door, arms wrapped over the top,
thrusting my breasts at Steve. Judging by his reaction, I was doing
okay.

"I love it, Mistress," he said hoarsely. "I love you."

"This is your first present."

"I get more, Mistress?"

"Oh, yes." I sashayed over to the bed, making sure he got a good view
of my hips rolling around my thong-covered mound. It would have to
last him a good long time once the blindfold went on. "I invited Ryan
to play with us."

"It's been a long time, Mistress...." He lifted his head without being
told, staring deep into my cleavage until he slipped into darkness.
For a reward, I bent at the waist and fed him a nipple, holding his
mouth to me and shuddering.

"I wanted to make sure." I let the remark hang in the air, moving onto
the bed and between his legs, bending again. He sucked in air when I
blew on the underside of his glans, and jumped against his bonds when
I flicked it with a fingernail, groaning in frustration once I started
licking. I let him almost peak a few times, my practiced grip around
the base of his cock denying him the satisfaction silently promised by
my lips and mouth.

"Now I am." I ran my hands over his smoothly muscled chest as I sat up
and straddled him, trailing the left downward until I gripped his
member, fingers slipping in my saliva. Sliding downward, I threw my
head back, savoring my slow impalement and his needful cries. Soon, he
was ready again, almost to the point of no return. I rocked back and
forth, grinding my clit against his pubic bone, murmuring how good he
was.

A few more thrusts and he was over, falling upwards into me. "The baby
will be yours," I told him, gazing fondly down on his writhing form.

He answered, screaming my name.

**

Now I see you've got a little girl of your own.
Little princess certainly grown,
And there's a man, he's smiling at you.
He must have been the one who always knew.
You had a heart of gold.
	-- The Kinks - "Heart of Gold"

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