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   Life with Alpha

   by A.  Pseudonym

   Chapter Seven: Rogue
Codes: MF, MF+, FF, MC, SciFi, anime, cartoon, comic book
Disclaimer: Rogue/Anna Marie is owned by Marvel Comics and is used here
without
permission for entertainment purposes only.  All artificial persons

herein are based on characters owned by their creators, not the author.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogue_(comics)

   Dramatis Personae: Frank _____ - Lead character, inventor of Alpha Alpha
- First A.I.  in existence Kasumi Tendo - artificial woman based on
character from Ranma 1/2 Daria Morgendorffer aka Daria Morgan - artificial
woman based on character from

   Daria Jane Lane aka Jane Lannister - artificial woman based on character
from Daria Kara Zor-L aka Power Girl aka Karen Starr - artificial woman
based on character

   From DC Comics Rei Ayanami aka Rei Ayanami Ikari - artificial woman
based on character from

   Neon Genesis Evangelion Anna Marie aka Rogue aka Anna Marie Raffen -
artificial woman based on character

   From Marvel Comics





   Author's Note: I'm going to write this chapter a bit differently.  It
will shift between the points of view of Rogue, Power Girl and possibly
other characters, but not Frank.  But if you've read the previous chapters,
you should be able to pick out what's happening behind the scenes fairly
easily.

   Also note that I'm taking this version of Rogue from a few years back in
the comics.  Over the past decade, her powers have varied between being
powerless and almost all-powerful, from being randomly out of control to
being completely under her control.  So I'm using what I consider to be
classic Rogue.  (See notes at the end of the previous chapter.)



   Rogue

   I regained consciousness on the floor in an unfamiliar hallway... 
entryway.  Front door maybe.  Stairs, I can see other rooms.  Looks like a
big house.

   The last thing I remember was Kurt had found some kind of genie lamp. 
We were all sure it was a joke or a trick of some kind, so no one objected
when Logan grabbed it and wished for a box of Cuban cigars...  Which
suddenly appeared in front of him on the ground.

   Now understand, I don't trust magic...  but if this was real...

   I took the lamp and wished.  "Ah want mah mutant power to stop.  Ah want
to be able to touch people Ah love without hurting them anymore."

   When I saw the genie's expression, I knew I had made a mistake.  Then I
blacked out.

   When I came to, I sat up and looked around.  It was dark outside and I
only had moonlight through the windows to see by.  It looked like there was
a circle of scattered dirt or ash or something around me, but I couldn't
tell what.  Then a light came on at the top of the stairs and a blonde
woman in a loosely tied robe stepped out, saw me and jumped off the second
story landing, charging towards me.

   I tried to fly, to jump into the air to avoid her attack, but I fell
flat on my face.

   Kara

   Frank and I had enjoyed ourselves pretty thoroughly a couple hours
earlier.  Tonight I had him all to myself and we had played a few rounds of
'hide the salami', talked a little while, then gone to sleep.  Just good,
clean, all-American fun.

   Around 4am, his TV turns itself on, flashing red and his computer,
Alpha, starts saying "Intruder Alert" real loud.  I don't know if the
others are getting the same message or not, since the walls are pretty
soundproof, but I don't think so.  (My hearing in this world isn't anything
like it is at home, but it's still better than human.)

   Frank wakes right up, grabs his little earpiece and takes control of the
situation.  Gotta love him.  I know I do.

   "Alpha, status report."

   I can hear something faint from his earpiece, but can't make it out.

   "Kara, one person in the entry hallway.  Appeared with no apparent
forced entry.  Go!"

   I start out, but before I reach the door...  "Kara!  Robe?"

   Oops.  I'm stark naked.  While I'm sure the girls would appreciate the
view, I'd rather not show off to a burglar.

   While I grab my robe, he says, "Don't hurt him, we'll probably need to
hand him over to the police." There's a brief pause, and he says, "Sorry,
her, not a him."

   I ask, "Is unconscious all right?" as I rush out, not listening for a
reply.

   When I reach the landing overlooking the entryway, I see a woman
standing in a dark circle on the floor below me.  She's maybe in her late
20's or early 30's, has long brown hair with a skunk-like streak of white
in the front and has a gorgeous super-model's figure.  She's wearing a
yellow/green jumpsuit of some sort with a leather jacket.  If I didn't know
better and if the outfit showed more skin, I'd think she was a
super-something.  (Super-ladies...  heroes or villains, love to show off
some skin.)

   But there's no time to waste anyway.  As I jump the landing, she looks
like she's leaning forward and overextends and falls on her face.  I'm on
her before she can get back up.

   Rogue

   So, I can't fly for some reason and fell flat on my face.  Before I can
get up, the blond amazon is on top of me.  At least I'm still strong enough
to throw her off.

   I stand up quickly, in time to see her still embedded in the stairway
where she landed.  Oops, she's naked under the robe, which is now mostly
shredded.  And she's really stacked.  I mean, us X-Ladies are kinda known
for our 'healthy' figures, but just one of her breasts is as a big as my
head.  If I'm exaggerating, it's not by much...  she might even beat
She-Hulk in a hot & hard body contest.

   And she's gotta be some kind of superpower, cause getting knocked
through the stairs didn't hurt her and she looks angry.  This is gonna
hurt.

   Kara

   The skunk lady has superpowers, which I don't realize until she throws
me off of her and into the stairway, which actually almost hurts.  I think
it actually scraped up my skin a bit.

   The robe gets pretty shredded, but I don't really notice that til a bit
later.  Instead, I get right back up and launch myself at her, fist first.

   I try not to hit too hard at the beginning because I don't want to kill
her, but she takes every punch I throw and shrugs it off.  Eventually I'm
going almost all out and she's finally showing some signs of going down.

   She doesn't really seem to know how to fight.  I mean seriously, who
takes the time to pull off their gloves when they're in the middle of a
fist fight?  And if she had to remove them to use an ability, a basic rule
would be 'Don't wear gloves!' Then she actually tries to feel me up during
a fight?

   I pick her up and get ready to throw her through the front door when I
hear Frank yell at me from behind, "Kara!"

   Rogue

   So the blond boob lady gets up out of the smashed stairs and starts
punching.  Normally, I'd be wiping the floor with her.  I mean, she's maybe
as strong as Beast, who just isn't in my weight class.  But I can't fly and
my speed is all off.  I'm not at normal human strength at least, but
there's no way I'm at my full Ms Marvel strength either.

   I try to talk, but she doesn't seem to notice and I can't say anything
because she keeps hitting me.  Not hard enough to hurt...  at least, not at
first.  But her punches get harder and harder, 'til I'm feeling them.

   I decide it's time to cool her down a bit, power-wise, and pull off my
gloves.  She's picking me up to throw me when I touch her skin and... 
nothing.  No surge or memories or powers.

   My mutant power is gone!  And what bad timing.

   Before I go flying, a man's voice from behind us says, "Kara!  Please
don't destroy our front door.  Who is she?"

   And, thank God, she stops.  She's still holding me above her head, one
hand grabbing the front neckline of my jumpsuit, one holding my crotch.

   She shakes me a bit and says, "Well?  Who are you?"

   I gasp out, "Can ya put me down?  It's kinda hard ta talk like this."

   Blondie says, "If you try anything, you'll regret it," and she carefully
puts me down, feet first.

   "Ah'm called Rogue.  Where am I?"

   I look around as I talk.  Blondie is bleeding a little from scratches on
her back and arms, but she obviously isn't hurt much.  And I don't know if
she's noticed that she's showing off her goodies to everyone...  or maybe
she just doesn't care.

   We've apparently attracted a small audience of girls watching us from
second floor railing, but I ignore them for now.

   The man who was talking behind us is naked except for his boxers.  He
looks to be about my age, in good shape and pretty cute.

   He says, "Rogue?" like I'm lyin' to him.  "Rogue, like the...  hmmm..."
and he starts looking at me all weird.  He walks around me, lookin' me up
and down.  Then he kneels down by the remains of that weird circle of ashes
I woke up in.

   "Anna Marie?"

   I kinda jump at that.  "Where did ya here that name?"

   "Is it your name?"

   I'm kinda hesitant now.  Maybe he's telepathic.  Can you hear me
thinking at you?

   No response.

   CAN-YOU-HEAR-MY-THOUGHTS?

   The professor and Jean get mad when I yell my thoughts at them like
this, but it does get their attention.

   But still no response.  So probably not a telepath.  For some reason I
can't stop thinking about how good he looks.  I try to shake it off.

   I finally answer, but with a question.  "Who are you?"

   "I'm the owner of the house you're in.  Uninvited, I might add.  Now
please, I'm trying to be patient and courteous...  we haven't even called
the police yet.  What's your name?"

   "Anna Marie Raven."

   He leans in close and whispers to me, "I'd be willing to bet Raven
wasn't the family name you were born with, was it?  Something you got from
Ms Darkholme?"

   I'm getting a bit scared at this point, but you wouldn't know it by my
libido.  Does he smell nice too?  I can't really smell anything specific,
but I'd swear he smells like sex.

   He continues in a normal voice.  "Why don't we all calm down a bit and
you can tell us your story, if you don't mind.  Then we can decide what to
do with you."

   "But Frank, she broke in!" says the blonde boobie.

   "The security cameras say she just appeared.  I think she's kinda like
you, in more ways than one.  I want to hear her out." He looks up at the
ladies looking down at us from the railing.  "You can join us or not, your
choice...  though if one of you could bring down an extra robe for Kara,
that would be greatly appreciated.  I think you'll need to take the back
stairs like I did."

   He's looking at the smashed staircase.  I'm pretty sure they could get
up and down it without hurting themselves, but he's probably right.  Better
safe than sorry.

   About a minute later, we're all in a sitting room of some kind.  An
Asian girl handed blonde boobie - Kara, was it?  -- a new robe and starts
cleaning her scrapes with a clean cloth, but Kara's still hovering behind
me like I'm a demon in disguise.  I suppose to be technically fair, demons
have disguised themselves as me before, but it's not like it's a common
occurrence.

   Jane

   So Daria and I are sleeping peacefully -- and let me tell you, sleeping
with Daria's lively nighttime elbows takes some getting used to -- when
someone bangs on our door.  Loudly.

   I mean, come on!  It's some o'clock in the morning that has until now
been entirely theoretical, mythical even.

   But I wake up enough to hear something loud happening downstairs.  I
shove Daria enough to make sure she's suffering right alongside with me,
put on my robe and trudge out into the hall.  Kasumi and Rei are both out
there already, looking over the railing to the entry hallway.

   It sounds like there's a fight going on, which turns out to be exactly
the case.  Kara is playing Power Girl with a burglar or something...  a
sexxxy burglar.

   (Dammit.  I gotta keep this in check.  My hormones have been totally out
of control even since I arrived in Texas.  Been making a conscious and
successful effort to keep them mostly in check recently.)

   The stairs are kinda smashed up and there are big dents in some of the
walls.  I'd say Kara's gonna really hurt this chick, but she seems to be
holding up pretty well.  Or at least Kara is the only one bleeding.  She
looks kinda scratched up on her back, and her robe is all shredded.

   I hear Frank from somewhere below us stopping the fight.  Darn, I was
hoping for some oil or jello wrestling next.

   The new girl says her name is Rogue.  Has a pretty thick southern accent
too.  Frank calls her Anna Marie like he knows her.  Something weird is
going on.  Beyond the obvious, that is.

   Still, we head down the back stairs to join the group and watch the fun.
Kasumi stops off for an extra robe and some stuff in the bathroom.

   When we get down there, Anna Marie Rogue, or whatever her name is, is
sitting in a chair in the den with Kara standing behind her looking at her
like she wants to jump her...  and not the good kind of 'jump her' either.

   I finally get a good look at her and realize her weird hair color wasn't
just a trick of poor lighting before.  For some reason she bleached part of
her hair in front so it's pure white.  Weird.  She doesn't look goth or
punk.

   She keeps looking at Frank, then away, then back at him.  Awww, isn't
that cute...  she has a crush on him!  I guess he is kinda looking pretty
scrumptious right now in just his boxers.  When he sits down, you can see
his johnson poking out the leghole, and I don't think he's noticed it yet.
Looks to be at half-mast.  Maybe he likes watching catfights.

   Kasumi pulls off Kara's shredded robe and starts cleaning her scrapes
up. Kara's obviously trying to be a tough chick, trying her best not to cry
when Kasumi sprays each one down with disinfectant spray before applying a
bandage.  But if you watch closely, you can see a little wince each time.

   Kara

   Ouch, ouch, ouch.  Darn that spray really, REALLY stings.

   That's the trouble with being mostly invulnerable.  When you actually do
get hurt, you aren't used to it.  I'm sure my eyes are watering.  Dammit,
I'm Power Girl.  I'm one of the toughest two women in the world,
side-by-side with Wonder Woman.  And this damn little spray bottle is
almost making me cry.

   At least I'm behind Anna Marie Rogue...  I think I'll just call her
skunk lady.  Maybe not to her face, but it seems to fit, visually at least.
Anyway at least she can't watch me wincing.  Shoulda thrown her into the
stairs, see if she likes being tortured with Lanacane.

   And Kasumi's done.  Thank you God, she put the spray can away and I
didn't cry.  Just some bandaids and we're done.

   So, what's skunk lady been saying while I've been suffering in silence?

   Blah, blah, blah, doesn't know what happened.  Blah, blah, woke up here.
What the hell is an X-man?  And they found a genie?

   Is she...  oh no, she isn't...  she is!  She's giving Frank the look! 
Dammit, now I really want to pound on her some more.

   And now I have to make myself focus on her, because I just noticed that
Frank's wiener is poking out of the leghole of his boxers and if I let
myself, I'm sure I'll just stare at it and ignore the prisoner.  I wish
Kasumi would notice.  She'd blush but have no problem pointing it out to
him.

   Rogue

   So I'm sitting here, being interrogated with a naked hot chick watching
me from behind and an audience of women nearby on a couch, and I'm getting
horny?  This makes no sense.

   Well, fighting sometimes gets me worked up, but not like this.  Maybe
part of my problem is that everyone is nearly naked.  My arrival got them
out of bed, and I think half of them sleep naked or something.  Not that
I'm especially into girls, but they are nice to look at.

   Frank says, "So you wished to be free of your mutant power.  What was
your exact wording?"

   I think for a moment.  "Ah said, 'Ah wish mah mutant power would stop.'"

   "So let's parse that a bit.  You didn't wish for your power to end or
not exist or be removed, you wished for it to stop.  So you were sent
somewhere where it wouldn't work.  That makes sense." He has a nice deep,
smooth voice.  When he talks to me, it's like my clitty vibrates a little
with each word.

   Oh god, his penis is poking out of his shorts.  How embarrassing.  And
he hasn't noticed.  Let's see...  don't stare...  circumsized...  not fully
erect, so it's gotta be over...  say, 7 or 8 inches at least.

   "Did you say anything else?  There must be a reason why you were sent
here specifically."

   I refocus my thoughts back onto the topic.  "Uhh, not really.  Ah just
said Ah wanted to be able to touch people ah love without hurtin them
anymore."

   "But you didn't wish for anyone you love to go with you.  So you were
sent somewhere where you'd be able to find..."

   He lets the sentence trail off, and I can feel myself blushing.  What a
situation.  Part of me wants to flirt and vamp it up.  Part of me wants to
run away.  Part of me wants to cry.

   And he finally noticed his 'exposure'.  He doesn't blush, but he does
grab a throw pillow and uses it to cover his lap.

   I close my eyes and try to get myself under control.  Frank starts
talking again.

   "The bad news is that you're now in a world where superheroes and
superpowers are fictional.  We have no way to get you home.  If anyone
comes after you, the odds are good that their powers or devices won't work
right here and they'll be trapped too.

   "Kara is in the same boat as you...  kind of.  She's a superhero in her
home dimension too.  If she's a good basis for comparison, our laws of
physics and reality don't allow for the more exotic weirdness that may
exist in your world."

   "The good news is that I have experience helping people displaced from
their homes.  I have plenty of room and can probably create an identity for
you in this world.  Since we don't know you as anything more than a
fictional character, there may be trust issues to begin with..."

   Here he spoke a bit more loudly; I opened my eyes and saw he was
addressing everyone.  "...  But everyone here has their own experience with
losing their friends and family and having to start over.  Right?  So we'll
try to be understanding and make her feel welcome."

   Okay, I've gathered myself a bit.  Time to look a gift horse in the
mouth.

   "Please don't take this the wrong way, because Ah really appreciate your
kindness after Ah showed up so abruptly.  But Ah think somethin else is
goin on here.  You haven't even asked what mah mutant power is or who the
X-Men are.  If this really is another world, and one without mutants or
powers on top of that, there's no way y'all could know anythin about us. 
Y'see Ah'm thinking that maybe this is all just a trick of some sort."

   He gets a weird little smile on his face that worries me a bit.  Puts me
on edge.  Then he stands up, adjusts his boxers, discards the pillow and
crooks his finger at me.

   "If I could crave your indulgence for a minute, I'd like to show you
something to answer your questions."

   He starts walking to the front stairs, then abruptly changes directions
and takes me to another, smaller staircase in the back of the house.  I can
feel myself fighting off a blush.  Stairs weren't my fault.  I didn't start
the fight.

   Kara, the blonde boobie super-lady, now redressed in a fresh robe, is
following us closely.  Regardless of what he said, she obviously isn't
ready to trust me yet.

   Frank takes me up to a room on the third floor which is full of long
white boxes on deep shelves along two walls, with bookcases on a third and
reading lamps and chairs and a table set up in the middle.

   He pulls out one of the boxes, opens it and pulls something out.  On the
table in the center of the room he tosses down an X-men comic book in a
plastic bag with a cardboard backing...  with what is obviously a drawing
of me on the cover.  I can feel my jaw dropping to the floor.

   "The Uncanny X-Men is a popular comic book series that has branched out
to include half a dozen other X-Men-related series and miniseries."

   He slaps three of the long boxes.  "Each of these boxes is full of X-Men
and related comics, including..." He goes digging into another box and
comes out with a small handful of Rogue comics.  "...  your own
miniseries."

   I haven't touched any of these yet.  I think I'm afraid to do so.

   "You...  you called me fictional...  this is what you meant."

   "Yes.  I don't know how accurate the stories and characters are, but
you're welcome to read them all."

   He walks up next to me.  "I know this is a lot to take in right now, and
I'll give you some time to think and adjust.  But if I can emphasize one
positive point..."

   He reaches out and touches my face, cupping my cheek...  and just leaves
his hand there.  There's no rush of energy or memories, just the touch of
warm flesh.  I haven't felt this since...  since...  the Savage Land with
Magneto?  And how long ago was that?

   I lose myself in the feeling of flesh-on-flesh and almost miss him
talking to Kara.

   "Her mutant power let her absorb other people's memories and powers when
she touched their skin.  She couldn't ever come in contact with another
human being without hurting them.  Until now."

   He pulls his hand away and I'm suddenly crying.  This is too much too
fast.

   He sees me crying and hugs me.

   "It's okay," he's saying.  "You need time to process this.  It's okay.
It's...  tight..."

   I'm hugging him back, feeling his bare flesh.  Not feeling him up, just
touching his skin everywhere I can reach.  I feel Kara grabbing my hands,
prying me off him a bit and suddenly realize I was squeezing him harder
than I should have.  She may be superstrong, but he obviously isn't.

   I jump back away from him, saying "Sorry, sorry bout that".

   He coughs once and says, "No problem.  No harm, no foul.  Are you
hungry?"

   All of a sudden I realize I'm starving.  It's only been six hours or so
since my last meal, but I feel like I haven't eaten in a month.  My stomach
growls loudly.

   He grins.  "To the kitchen."

   Kara

   Darn it, now I almost feel sorry for skunk lady.

   It's sounding like she may be stuck here with no chance of going home.

   Frank touches her face and tells me about her mutant power and how it
has ruined her life.  And now she's crying.  Dammit, now I officially feel
sorry for her.

   Still, feeling sorry for someone and trusting them are two different
things.  I'll have to read some of these comics later, see what she's like.

   While I'm glancing at the covers of some of the comics on the table,
Frank started hugging her.  He's too nice sometimes.  And it looks like
he's having trouble breathing.

   I pry her arms off him, trying to be gentle.  The last thing I want to
do is have her think I'm trying to start another fight with Frank in the
middle.  (Although at the same time, I have to wonder if he might get off
on it.)

   So he offers food and we're off to the kitchen.  For once, Kasumi wasn't
psychic enough to predict that someone needed food, so we're scrounging for
our own breakfast at 5 am.

   I'm able to pull Frank aside for a short whispered chat.  (I hope Rogue
doesn't have super hearing.)

   "So you're really going to just let her move in?  Just like that?"

   "Well, it's up to her, but I think she needs our help more than you
did."

   I give him a look.  "Why, that's amazing.  I never would have realized
there was a parallel between my situation and hers.  But seriously, there's
something about her I just don't trust."

   "That's fine, potentially good even.  An added level of 'just in case'
for safety.  But don't let it mean you refuse to give her a chance.  Now
why don't you go get dressed?"

   "Why don't you?" He looks down at himself.  I think he actually forgot
he was walking around in his undershorts.  He actually blushes a little
bit.

   Rogue

   I see Frank and Kara whispering with each other while I'm eating my eggs
and toast.  They're obviously talking about me, and I can't say I blame
them.

   I should just leave, get out of their hair.  But where would I go?  Plus
there's something about Frank that just makes me want to spend time with
him.  Actually probably a couple of things about him.  And among other
things, I need to put on some clean underwear.  My panties must be soaked
through completely.

   Which suddenly makes me realize I have no clothes but what I'm wearing
right now.  We don't carry our drivers licenses or credit cards or much of
anything when we're suited up, so I have nothing I can even use to buy new
clothes.

   So it's either steal what I need, beg for it on the street or see how
far my hosts' generosity extends.

   Frank speaks up and says, "Anna, we're going to go get dressed.  Help
yourself to anything in the kitchen.  If you'd prefer, there's a TV and
computer in through there," and he points off to his right.  "We'll be back
in a few minutes."

   Then he grabs Kara by the arm and pulls her with him out of the room
towards the back stairs.  Having wrestled with her myself, I know there's
no way he could force her if she really didn't want to leave.

   At this point, I've inhaled twice as much breakfast as I normally do and
decide I need to stop eating.  I get up and start wandering around the
house.

   I find his TV and turn it on to a news station while the computer is
booting up.  Some of the faces are familiar -- both reporters and subjects
of the news stories -- but there's nothing about mutants or the mutant
threat or even an Avengers Watch segment.

   And the date.  It's almost 10 years in the future, but looking at
things, I think their technology is behind ours at home by at least that
much.

   Once I'm online, I start doing searches -- I've never been a computer
whiz, but I can do basic searches for information.

   I start out searching for X-Men references.  There are links to
something called Marvel Comics...  wikipedia...  is that a movie series? 
And cartoons?  And Anna Paquin, while cute in her own right, looks nothing
like me!

   I search again for mutants?  Some movies and...  well, the references
are all over the place.  The actual human mutations I find reference to are
either sideshow freaks or articles about human evolutionary theory.

   Kara

   Frank assured me that Alpha would keep an eye on Rogue, so I reluctantly
agreed that maybe I shouldn't spend the day in a borrowed robe.

   I brush my teeth, shower and dress in record time.  Well, not really. 
Record time for not having any superspeed at my disposal.

   I find Rogue on the computer in the entertainment room.  She's searching
for "Avengers" for some reason.

   After I've been watching her quietly for a minute, she turns to face me.
"Ah know ya don't trust me, but Ah didn't come here to cause trouble.  Ah
didn't even choose to come here."

   "You showed up inside our front door.  That's not a coincidence."

   "No, Ah suppose it's probably not.  But that doesn't mean Ah know why or
what it means."

   She looks away from me as she says that.  She's hiding something.  And
she's...  blushing?

   Rogue

   As I answer her, I'm trying not to think about what Frank said...  about
the second half of my wish -- "Ah want to be able to touch people Ah love
without hurting them anymore."

   No one I knew came with me for the trip, so that means the people here
are...  are...  touchable.  I'll leave it at that for now.

   We stumble through another few minutes of conversation.  I find out that
we're just outside Fort Worth, TX...  who the other girls in the house
are...  that Daria and Jane go to college...  that Kasumi is taking junior
college courses and will probably move to a real college in another year or
two...  and that Kara is on vacation, but won't say from what.

   Our stumbling conversation ends when we hear noises coming from the
kitchen.  We investigate to find Frank cleaning up after my breakfast.  I
blush a little, feeling guilty that I didn't think to do that myself.

   What is wrong with me?  I don't blush.  I don't cry...  not where anyone
can see me.  It's like my heart races every time I see him.  Maybe it's
just because he touched me.

   I move over and help him dry the pans and plates and silverware.  And
every time he hands me a wet dish, I try to brush his fingers, and every
time I do, my heart jumps and my pussy gets a little wetter.

   I don't know if this is love or not, but I really want to jump his
bones. I'm pretty sure he's sleeping with Kara, and I don't want to break
them up or anything...  but I'm almost past the point of caring.  Which is
RIDICULOUS!  I've only known him for an hour or so, and I'm ready to jump
into bed with him?  Maybe he has a secret mutant pheromone power, but he
seems like such a nice guy.

   After we finish, he gives me a tour of the house, with Kara tagging
along of course.  It's not as big as the X-Mansion, but it is pretty big.

   When we get to the exercise room, Kara asks how strong I am.  I reply
that I am not nearly as strong now as I was on my home Earth.

   She challenges me to pick up the barbell, which is seriously loaded
down. It must be 500 lbs or so total.  I can lift it fine, but it takes
actual effort.  Just a couple of hours ago I could have tossed it around
with one hand without a problem.  This drained power level I'm at will take
some getting used to.

   They have a new pool in the back yard with a hot tub, a nice brick
privacy fence around the 2 acre backyard, and a small area set aside for an
orientalstyle garden Kasumi is planning out.

   He explains that his basement is off limits normally, but that everyone
gets a tour when they first arrive so no one has nightmares of mad science
down there.  Half of the basement is full of computers.  Me, I'm used to
the idea of one really big computer, not 30 smaller computers linked
together.

   The other half of the basement reminds me a bit of Hank's lab.

   "I'm working on theoretical nanotechnology applications," Frank tells me
when I ask what he's working on.  "My first success was nanites that can
clean clothes.  Not practical unless you're willing to spend $10,000 per
cleaning, but it worked as a great first test."

   He takes me upstairs and shows me a bedroom on the third floor.  It's
hard to describe.  I feel like I'm on an impressionist version of a
tropical island.  Bright and cheery, but not oppressively so.  There's even
an odd metal sculpture with palm fronds that look like they used to be
sawblades.

   Frank tells me this is my room if I want to stay for awhile.  The bed is
king size and there's a nice size closet and a door that connects to a
shared bathroom.  It's probably twice as big as my room at the X-Mansion.

   "Later this morning, we'll take a trip into town and buy you some
clothes and essentials.  Do you want to rest or clean up or anything?"

   Suddenly, I feel filthy and smelly.  I know I shouldn't smell too bad,
but I really want some fresh panties and a bath or shower.

   Frank asks Kara if she can loan me a change of clothes for today.  Kara
obviously isn't thrilled at the prospect, but she leaves to go to her room.
Her stuff should fit me, but will probably be a bit loose.

   Frank takes a close look at me.  I suppose I'm probably a bit unsteady
at the moment.

   He says, "I'll let you clean up, but..." He pauses and moves close to
me. "Are you all right?  Can I help you somehow specifically?"

   He's so close I can smell him.  Or...  well, he's doesn't actually smell
of much of anything I can place, but it feels like he smells like sex.  I
want to grab him and stick my tongue down his throat.

   He puts his hand on my shoulder...  just a friendly reassuring gesture,
but it's almost too much.  I hug him firmly (no crushing like before) and I
can feel tears start to well up in my eyes again.  Dammit.

   I see Kara coming back in the room, clothes draped over her arm.

   I defiantly give him another squeeze, then let him go, trying to
surreptitiously wipe my eyes before they start dripping.

   Kara

   Darn.  I was trying to decide if I should get angry or not when I walked
back in to find her hugging Frank, but she's crying again.  Not streaming
tears or anything, but definitely crying.

   It's getting harder and harder to dislike her.  I just hope she isn't
this weepy all the time.  I suppose she's just emotionally vulnerable right
now.

   I sigh.  I don't think Frank has noticed the tears yet, so I guess I'll
have to do the sisterhood thing and help her out.

   "Frank, out." He looks at me quizzically.  "She needs to strip and wash
up.  Out."

   He smiles a bit and leaves.

   I look at her critically.  "All right, strip and let's get you cleaned
up."

   "Ah can wash mahself just fine."

   "I'm sure you can, but I figure we can have a woman-to-woman talk."

   I put the clothes down on the bed and started pulling off her leather
jacket.  Reluctantly she let me and started hesitantly unzipping her
yellow/green jumpsuit.

   "I guess it's obvious I don't trust you.  Frank's willing to give you
the benefit of the doubt, but he's a very trusting person.  And I don't
want him to be hurt."

   At this point she's sitting on the bed trying to pull the skin-tight
leggings off.

   "Ah don't understand.  Ah thought you and he were..."

   "An item?  Well, it's...  it's complicated.  As far as I go, I've known
him since he was 10 years old, and we've been sleeping together since he
was 21.  But I can't stay here permanently, so we're not exclusive.  I just
feel...  protective of him.  He tries his best to help anyone he meets who
needs it."

   "He does seem very nice," Rogue says as she frees her first leg.

   "All the girls in this house have lost their families or their homes or
both, and half of us can't pay him rent, but he lets us all stay here and
pays for our food and clothes and such."

   I help pull her other leg free.  She does have great legs.  Really
smooth and long and beautiful.  Nice rack too.  Smaller than mine, of
course, but her chest has got to be a C cup at least.  I leave her to
remove her underwear in peace and take the spare toothbrush and toothpaste
I dug up into the bathroom for her and start the water running so it can
warm up.

   When Rogue comes into the bathroom, she's naked and trying to cover up
her tits and pussy.  I avert my gaze a bit out of politeness.  Still, I
catch a look at her in the mirrors though as she wraps up modestly with a
towel.  Bare pussy lips with a thatch of brown hair above, and it looks
pretty wet.  I briefly wonder if she's bi.  If she is, I could actually end
up with a playmate with whom I could be energetic.

   As she quickly brushes her teeth, I continue.  "If you want to sleep
with him, and he wants to sleep with you, go ahead." Shockingly, my teeth
are not clenched as I say this.  "Just understand that if you hurt him,
I'll hurt you much worse.  And you should also understand that he won't be
exclusive to you."

   She's silent at this for a moment as she brushes.

   After she spits, she says, "That doesn't seem right.  How can you put up
with him sleeping around?"

   "He's not.  Not really.  I know he loves me, and I know he loves the
others.  It's just...  I think he can't bear to hurt anyone by refusing
them."

   I don't tell her that if I was actually able to stay here permanently,
I'm pretty sure I could make him exclusively mine.  Or at least primarily
mine, since I actually don't mind inviting pretty ladies to join us in bed
sometimes.

   "The others?"

   Oops.

   "Ya mean he's sleepin with the other girls here too?"

   "Sometimes.  He just...  he wants to make us all happy.  And we all
wanted to sleep with him."

   "And all of y'all are okay with this?  With him sleepin around on
y'all?"

   "It's not like it's a secret.  We even worked out a schedule to share
him among us.  And on the upside, he is a wonderful lover.  I've had more
orgasms with him than the entire rest of my life combined.  He always makes
sure we're satisfied.  I can get wet just thinking about it sometimes."

   I pause for a moment.  I really didn't mean to spring this all on her at
once, but it's only fair that she knows what Frank's situation is before
she tries to jump him.

   "Get to know him.  Get to know the other girls.  This isn't an
orgy-house, and we aren't sex-crazed lunatics.  Well...  maybe Jane is, but
don't tell her I told you that.

   "Rogue...  Anna, I'm not trying to be rude or ask questions that are too
personal, but with your power...  are you a virgin?"

   I can see her start to get offended, then backtrack to get herself under
control.

   "No, there was a brief time when Ah was in the Savage Lands when... 
well, it's none of ya business, but no, Ah'm not a virgin.  Although at the
same time, Ah must confess that it was a brief and unsatisfyin relationship
with an untrustworthy man."

   "Well, if you want to experience a good time in bed, Frank is worth your
time, even if you're not willing to share him in the long run."

   What the hell am I saying?  I don't actually want them to get together,
do I?  My time with Frank is already too limited without adding another
woman to the mix.  I suppose I just can't stand to think of someone never
having had good sex in their life when Frank is available to show them what
a good tumble is like.

   I sigh to myself.  Maybe if she's trustworthy I can convince her to
stick around so Frank will have a good bodyguard when I get pulled back
home.  Yeah, that's the rationalization I'll use for now.

   "Hop in the shower.  I'll go grab some shampoo and a hairdryer and brush
for you."

   Rogue

   Kara leaves and I step in the shower.  I love it when the shower is nice
and hot and steamy.  I've always enjoyed showers, enjoyed the pulse of the
water on my bare skin.  Since other people couldn't touch me without being
hurt, I liked to close my eyes imagine that the water pulses were the
touches of men...  Gambit mostly, but also Erik and Cody.

   Oh Gambit.  I love to think about Remy.  He was a gorgeous man, so dark
and romantic and mysterious.  And he chased any and every pretty lady he
ran across.

   I honestly don't know how many times we broke up and he wormed his way
back into my personal life.  It's not like I had a whole passel of men
chasing me.  And he could seem so sincere.  Does Frank chase after all his
women or do they chase him?

   Kara interrupts my train of thought when she dangles bottles of shampoo
and conditioner over the curtain.  I grab them and thank her over the hiss
of the water.

   As I start soaping up, I realize I'm still really horny.  I lean up
against the shower wall and start my well-learned play of fingers.

   With one hand, I play with my nipples, stroking and pulling and pinching
their hardness.  With my other hand, I start stroking my labia, teasing the
lips open slowly.

   I wish I had my vibrator, but with the shower pulse directed to my
cuntlips, my fingers work just as well.  As I rub my little clitty and run
my fingers up inside me, I keep thinking about Frank.  His bare chest.  His
dick sticking out of his shorts.  His touch on my cheek.

   I feel unbelievably tight and hot right now.  I imagine that it's his
fingers pinching my hard nipples, his dick thrusting inside me.  I remember
how he felt and how he smelled and imagine how good he would feel pumping
himself in and out of my vagina.  The memory is so vivid it's like it's
still happening right now.

   My clit is as hard as a dick as I rub my clit hood back and forth over
it, faster and faster, with my other hand plunging my fingers...  his
fingers...  his dick in and out of my pussy.

   I remember his eyes and he how looked at me...  and I move over the top.
I try to muffle my cries as I come, but I don't know how successful I am.
With the noise of the shower, I'm pretty sure she'd have to have super
hearing to pick it out.

   I know this was a quickie, mildly satisfying at best, but at least it
takes the edge off.

   The rest of the morning passes less dramatically.  I meet Daria and Jane
and Kasumi briefly, then they're off to classes.  I meet Rei, who seems a
little standoffish and sad.

   So when it comes time to go shopping, it's just Kara and Frank again.

   It takes a while before I get into the groove of shopping today, but it
finally dawns on me that I can now wear the clothes I had to avoid before.
I can have bare arms, show off my belly with a cut-off.  I can wear
short-shorts!

   True, it's not even Spring yet, but we're close and we're in Texas.  I
give in to the reality of the late-winter weather enough to pick up a few
warm outfits, but Spring is just around the corner.  Plus, the house seemed
warm enough I could probably get away with bare arms and legs if I stay
indoors.

   Showing off potential flashy clothes is unbelievably fun, especially
with Frank watching me.  And I know I'm turning him on, since he keeps
having to 'adjust' his pants.  And yes, I get pretty wet too.

   By early afternoon, they're having to hold me back from getting too racy
or slutty with my selections.  In the end, I have a good mix of clothes,
and most of them show off my skin.

   Come to think of it, I'm going to have to develop a tan, or I'll burn
pretty easily.  The skin I'm now showing off is pretty pale.

   Back at the house, I spend some more time doing research about this
version of Earth.

   Then I put on a pair of short-shorts and a Southern-style tied-up shirt
(y'know the kind, like Daisy Duke would wear, mostly unbuttoned and tied so
that it shows off your belly) and start searching the house for active
bodies.

   I should really be obsessing over how to get back home, but seriously? I
have no idea where to even start.  I spent over an hour trying to find this
world's version of the Professor or Reed Richards or Tony Stark or Hank
McCoy or Stephen Strange or even Hank Pym.  The trouble is, the only
references I can find are for fictional characters.  And everyone pretty
much assures me that if I go around claiming to be who I am, I'll be locked
up in a looney bin.  Which makes sense because I AM a fictional
make-believe, non-existent comic book character in this stupid world! 
Damn.

   So right now?  Not going to stress about it.  Going to relax and enjoy
the lack of a cursed mutant gene.

   They have a pool and hot tub, so as soon as the weather warms up enough,
I'm putting on the string bikini and finding someone to slather my body
with suntan oil.  For obvious reasons, my thoughts turn to Frank, but at
the same time I'm keeping myself open to anyone worthwhile, regardless of
gender.  Sure, I prefer men, but given my traditionally limited options I
can't be too picky.

   Kara

   I'm still thinking about Rogue as I work out.

   I need to get to know her better before I can trust her.  I plan to
start reading through some X-Men comics later, but I refuse to trust them
to be completely accurate.  For instance, with my own comics, I estimate
that about half of them are inaccurate in some significant way.

   Actually, I should be careful about those estimates.  Some things that
are wrong are probably correct in being wrong.  After all, the comics are
rated for children while my real world is not.  Don't misunderstand me -- I
don't sleep around and I've never been raped.  It's just that some of the
villains we fight are not...  PG villains.  Batman has half a dozen
criminals who tend towards R or X-rated displays.  Hell, a couple of his
Poison Ivy stories actually made me blush.  Giganta, who I have fought more
than once, only wears underpants half the time.  Lobo should just be banned
from existence, plain and simple.

   It's not only the villains either.  Guy tends to tell the filthiest
jokes I've ever heard.  Fire almost got kicked out of the league when she
posed nude for Playboy.  Hal has probably slept with over a hundred women,
half of them in costume, though I will admit he doesn't kiss-and-tell like
Guy.  I know Wally is a peeping tom.  And I can't even count the number of
times my costume has been shredded into indecency.

   So allowing for reasonable story editing for children, maybe a fourth of
the comics I read are inaccurate in some significant way.  Which means
while the X-Men comics may provide a good general background for Rogue...
Anna...  I don't think I can really trust them to give completely accurate
information.

   Not for the first time, I wonder how our adventures end up in comic
books in this world.  But it's not without precedent.  I've heard Kal talk
about a dimension where he's the only super-hero and everyone else is just
comic book fiction.  Either that solo-Superman stays out of the news or
this is a different world.  I've also occasionally wondered if this world
has a Monitor and if he'd contact me if there was a problem.

   But back to Anna.  If I can get to know her, and if I trust her, it
would be nice to have someone to leave behind as a bodyguard for Frank.  I
notice I've stopped calling that a rationalization to myself.

   Occasionally I wonder if I'd be willing to stay here permanently myself.
I don't know if I'd admit it to Frank, but probably not.  I miss flying. 
And the guilt of not being there to help my friends, to protect those who
are threatened by things beyond their comprehension or ability...  the
guilt would eventually eat me up.

   I think my ideal situation would be to be able to take Frank with me to
my universe, though I'm not sure how he would feel about that.  Still, my
current situation is nearly ideal.  My vacation time here is a wonderful
break from the grinding pace of super-hero work...  wonderful periods of
relaxation.

   And Frank is almost my ideal man.  He's a great guy and really
attractive, both physically and mentally.  He just needs a decent degree of
invulnerability to help keep him safe and he'd be perfect.  Well, that and
to never take another woman to bed unless she's for both of us.

   I give myself a mental shake.  Where was I?  Anna Marie.  Get to know
her.

   How many reps am I up to?  Darn it, I lost track.  I must have topped
100 by now.

   In general, lifting weights without someone to spot you is dangerous. 
But since these weights are way too light, compared to what I'm capable of,
I'm not really worried.

   I change positions and start curling the barbell.  One, two, three...

   When I get to 23, I notice that Anna is watching from the doorway. 
She's changed into one of her new outfits -- short-shorts and a tied-off
men's shirt.  She definitely looks healthy, but we've got to get the girl
some sun.

   I invite her in and keep counting.  She sits down across from me and
watches while I work up to 50.

   "So, Anna...  do you work out?"

   "Some.  Normally, we get a lot of exercise in the Danger Room.  But Ah
don't suppose y'all have such a thing here, do ya?"

   "Probably not.  What's a danger room?"

   She stumbles around descriptions for a couple minutes.  Sounds similar
to the training room on the JLA satellite.  She has a Southern Belle accent
that gives her a special charm and is only occasionally hard to understand.

   "Ah suppose Ah need to start some normal exercisin' to keep in shape
since Ah won't have the Danger Room or the Brotherhood to give me workouts
while Ah'm here."

   "Do you have anyone at home who could track you down and take you back
home?"

   "Yes, Ah think so.  There are people, mutants and non-mutants, who can
go from one dimension to another.  And we have people with powers and magic
and computers that can find people.  But Ah'm worried about the lack of...
umm...  powers here.  If mutant powers and such don't work properly here,
then Ah don't know if they'd be able to come here.  Or if they do, if
they'd be able to leave afterward."

   "I'll admit I have some of the same worries myself.  That someone might
come looking for me and get trapped here with me.  I told a couple people
about my recurring visits here, and I added notes to my files not to come
looking for me in situations like this, but a lot of my friends and
teammates don't really..." Think things through, is what I want to say. 
"Check databases or such if they think someone is missing or abducted."

   Anna laughs.  "Some of your friends don't look before they leap, huh? 
Ah know some people like that too.  Logan can be like that a lot of the
time.  But Ah guess when you have an indestructible skeleton and can heal
any injury, ya don't tend to worry much about getting hurt."

   Now it's my turn to give a small laugh.  "Sounds like a good person to
have in front of you."

   We talk for a while, trading stories back and forth.

   After 15 or so minutes, I realize she's checking me out.  She's a lot
more subtle than most men, I'll give her that, but whenever I look away,
she eyes me up.  And not just my chest.  Breasts, legs and, I think, ass
are all subjects of her interest.

   I suppose my current clothes may be a little showy.  My workout outfit
consists of a sports bra and exercise shorts.  That's it.  No panties, but
these loose shorts shouldn't show a camel-toe.

   I have mixed feelings about it.  On the one hand, I'm used to it. 
Pretty much every guy I've ever met, gay or straight, wants to check out my
admittedly awesome rack.  Most women too.  (One of the reasons I like Frank
so much is that he really got to know me before I first caught him checking
me out physically.) On the other hand, it's really annoying.  Seriously,
even if I am the ultimate female (and that's doubtable, given the size of
Diana's fan club) that doesn't mean I want to offer up my body for public
leering.

   I used to get upset at people for gawking at me, but I've kinda mellowed
out over the years.  I eventually admitted to myself that my costume is
fairly provocative, so I can't really blame people for being overly
attentive to it.

   As for my current gawker...  why not have some fun?  I'm not an
exhibitionist, but I might get a kick out of teasing Rogue a little.

   I set the barbell back in place, stand up and stretch, throwing out my
chest at her.

   "Come on.  We can keep talking while I get cleaned up."

   I keep the chat going while we head back to my room.  I have a definite
alpha female moment when I almost point out that my room is right next to
Frank's.

   I'm asking her about this Ms Marvel character she mentioned as I strip
off my bra and shorts.  I try not to be obvious about it, but I'm making
sure she has a good long look before I step into the shower.  I
deliberately don't pull the curtain as I scrub down.

   Anna's obviously a bit uncomfortable, but not enough to leave or even
look away from me.

   My nipples are hard from the teasing, but I refuse to play with them. 
That would be a little too much right now, I think.

   I speak loudly to be heard clearly over the shower.  "So this Ms Marvel,
who you are certain is not Mary Marvel, is still in your head?  Do you have
conversations or something?"

   "No...  well, yes, sometimes.  Most of the time, no, Ah'm in control. 
It takes a lot of...  of mental trauma for her to be able to take control."

   "She takes control of you sometimes?"

   "It's pretty rare, but yes."

   "What's she like?  What should we do if she shows up while you're here?"

   "Ah don't think it's likely.  There's nothin' here to trigger her. 
There's no one here that she knows that she has to rescue.  And there're no
telepaths around to mess up the inside of my head and let her out."

   "Humor me.  What if it happens?"

   "Just in case?  Ah can see that.  Well, she's a super hero too, but more
of a military one.  She worked a lot with SHIELD, which is kinda a super
hero and villain policing and spy agency.  It's a government thing.  If she
shows up, just try to make sure she understands the situation in this
world."

   My quick shower is basically finished, and I toy with the idea of asking
Rogue to scrub my back for me.  But we're interrupted by a knock at my
door.

   Rogue

   I'm not sure if Kara is an exhibitionist or just really secure with her
own body.  Or maybe she's like Ororo.  She'd just walk around naked all the
time in the mansion if she could.

   I enjoy the show Kara's putting on for me, but it feels odd to watch
her. I'm just pretending that we're in a gym or something.  It's not really
working, and I can feel myself start to get a little moist.

   Frank interrupts by knocking on her door.  I answer it.

   "Heya, Frank.  Kara's in the shower, but Ah think she'll be right out if
you wanna wait."

   "Actually, I'm just here to collect you two to help me get dinner
ready." He yells into the bathroom.  "Kara!  Meet us down in the kitchen.
We need to get dinner started."

   She yells back.  "I'll be down in a couple minutes."

   Frank crooks his arm like he's inviting me to dance or something.  I
play along, hooking my arm into his.  Our bare arms touch and I get a big
rush.  I don't notice anything else until we're in the kitchen and he
disengages.

   I suddenly realize he was talking to me and I try to play back what he
just said.  Something about...

   "Dinner?"

   "Yes, do you have any preferences?"

   My mind is a blank.  Food.  Yes, I eat food.  Ignore my diamond-hard
nipples and the muscles on his arms.  I must like some kind of food in
particular.  Delay.

   "What do y'all have?"

   He opens up the fridge.  "Ground beef, chicken breasts, pork chops... 
we have ribs, but there isn't time to fire up the barbeque to cook them
properly."

   Aha!  I remembered something.  "Got anything for chicken-fried steak?"

   "Hmmm...  no proper steaks, but we can bread and cook the pork chops. 
Is that close enough?"

   "Sure thing."

   He pulls them out.  "I think we'll have to go canned or frozen for
veggies, but I thought we could make some fresh biscuits.  You ever make
biscuits?"

   I rack my brain.  Brains, actually.  There's more than one person in
this noggin of mine.  I'm sure I must have at some point, but my head is
still slowing down from its spin.

   A response isn't needed as it turns out.  He's already mixing flour and
baking powder and butter and such in a large bowl.  In about three minutes,
he's turned out the dough?  Batter?  What do you call uncooked biscuits?

   "Here, you wash up and knead and I'll turn the oven on and get the
baking sheet."

   I am rather inept when it comes to kneading, apparently.  He quickly
comes to my aid, flouring the countertop and...  oh god...  he's standing
behind me, holding my hands, using them...  showing me how to roll out
biscuit dough.

   Again my mind is simultaneously a million miles away and completely
focused on my hands.  Not on what I'm doing, but on the fact that he's
touching me...  we're touching...  and nothing bad is happening.

   I move my ass back a bit so that his next move forward runs his crotch
into my butt.  As it turns out, I'm not the only one who's excited right
now.

   I hear Kara clear her throat behind us.

   I freeze up guiltily, but Frank keeps trying to teach me how to make
biscuits, only acknowledging her with a nod.

   "Hey, Kara.  Go pick out some kind of veggie.  We're having pork chops
cooked up like chicken-fried steaks and biscuits.  And gravy, of course."

   He pulls some dough off his hands and leaves the biscuit kneading to me.
I keep moving mechanically.  My hands and back suddenly feel lonely without
his touch.

   I try to shake it off and continue.

   Dinner comes together fairly well and is ready after about 45 minutes of
work.  The other ladies are home by then and we all sit down together for a
"family" meal (though someone has to go and pull Rei away from her books to
come down to eat).  It's pretty tasty, even the biscuits which I was sure I
had pounded into dense cement.

   As we're finishing up the meal, Frank says, "For anyone who's
interested, I've chosen an evening game specifically with Anna in mind. 
Twister!"

   Daria

   Judging from how they interact over dinner, it seems like Kara and Rogue
have achieved some form of detente.  Which is good and should reduce repair
costs around the house if she stays.

   I have to wonder if it's an 'alpha female' thing, how Kara was bristling
at Rogue earlier, a rival female intruding on Kara's natural habitat.  So
did Rogue roll over and off her throat in submission to Kara?  I try to
hide a grin at the thought.

   We're clearing our plates off the table when Frank announces that he's
chosen Twister for tonight's game.  It's an odd choice, given that I'm
pretty sure he hasn't slept with Rogue yet.  If not for her, I'd say it was
a prelude to our weekly orgy.

   As it is, when I notice Jane fingering her pants button, I whisper to
her that with Rogue here, I'm pretty sure it's going to be a 'clothes on'
event.

   She pinches my ass with a scowl, to which I respond by blushing a little
and turning away from her.  I notice her reaching up to snap my bra strap
-- a new 'trick' she's started doing recently when she's annoyed -- and
dodge her attack.

   Jane's really changed a lot since coming here, and I'm not just talking
about her constant horniness.  She's more confident in herself, personally
and socially.  Her snarky, anti-establishment self is still there, but Jane
is becoming more assertive and a bit more aggressive.

   I think I've changed some too.  I'm less willing to self-impose my
status as social pariah.  I don't think I'll ever be a true 'alpha female',
but at least I feel a bit more mature.

   Anyway, self-reflections aside, we argue that we need time to let our
food settle, so most of us sit down to watch a movie.  Frank lets Rogue...
or I suppose we're calling her Anna now...  pick the movie, and she chooses
X-Men.

   Y'know if she's supposed to be the same Rogue from the movie, it really
doesn't match up.  Our Rogue is apparently as strong as Kara (or nearly so)
which the movie Rogue isn't.  And the movie Rogue has some sort of
powerabsorption ability which our Rogue lacks.  Plus she's a lot younger in
the movie and doesn't have the streak of white hair.

   While most of us watch the movie, I watch the people at the same time.

   Kara staked out her place next to Frank as expected, but Anna ends up on
Frank's other side, which isn't expected.  Anna acts oddly.  She obviously
wants to hold Frank's hand or something, but starts out sitting as far away
from him as possible.  Frank pulls her over close to him.  She stiffens up
briefly, then relaxes into him, leaning against him for a moment before
straightening up to pay attention to the movie.  Kara, who has an arm
running behind Frank's back, barely gives Anna a glance...  but to anyone
watching for it, her lack of reaction seems intentionally nonchalant.

   Jane, Kasumi and I are on the other couch, while Rei is in the other
room reading an engineering manual of some sort.  Kasumi and I sit
side-by-side and Jane lies down on top of us, with her head in Kasumi's
lap. Kasumi obliges her by playing with Jane's hair through most of the
movie.  Me, I occasionally play with Jane's kneecaps, knowing that she's
ticklish there.  Somewhere in the middle of the movie, Jane goes to sleep.

   The movie itself is okay.  Not really my normal thing, but they have
fun, silly action scenes.  Personally, I think Professor X (Patrick
Stewart) is a more attractive male lead than either Wolverine or Cyclops.
Somehow I doubt my opinion is universal, since Wolverine (Hugh Jackman) is
obviously supposed to be the dark mysterious anti-hero rebellious
swoon-inducing male lead.  Jackman was good in Kate & Leopold and The
Prestige, but I liked him best in the weird reincarnation-ish The Fountain,
which at least had a pretense of being an intelligent movie.  I briefly
entertain myself by sketching out how Wolverine might be one of Tommy's
incarnations from The Fountain.

   Oh wait, scratch what I thought earlier about Rogue's hair streak.  The
movie Rogue gets one at the end of the movie.  Maybe she gets super-strong
in the 2nd movie?  Anna Paquin still doesn't look anything like our Anna
though.

   When the credits are rolling, Anna starts complaining.

   "That was entirely wrong!  The names were there and most of the
mutations...  and Ah guess the Blackbird kinda sorta matched up...  but
nothing else was even close to right!"

   Frank laughs.  "If you think that was wrong, wait til you see the
Evolutions cartoon.  Tell me, have you ever thought about moving more
towards a goth look?"

   "What?  Please, tell me you're kidding."

   "Nope.  Someone wake Jane up, and let's help Anna overcome her fear of
physical contact."

   Is that what we're doing?  I guess that explains why he chose Twister.
And a fear of physical contact matches up with Rogue from the movie too.

   Anna gives his shoulder a little push in retaliation, which knocks him
back down into Kara's lap.

   As Kasumi starts trying to wake Jane up nicely, I give her ass a vicious
pinch.  Ah, sweet payback.  Jane jumps up just enough to fall off our laps
onto the floor.

   Kara fetches Rei as Frank pulls a Twister box out of a drawer and asks,
"All right, who plays first?  Anna gets to play in every round
automatically."

   Jane, groggy though she is, still jumps in first to claim a spot.  "Me,
I'm in.  And so is Daria.  You too, Frank."

   I wait for Kara to object, but she stays quiet.

   As Frank spreads out the mat, he asks Kasumi to go see if Rei wants to
join us.  I'm a little surprised when she agrees to join in.

   And so it begins.  "Right hand, blue," Kara calls out.

   As we proceed, it's obvious that Jane is trying to contort to maximize
physical contact...  with everyone.  Anna starts enjoying herself when she
ends up sandwiched above Frank but below Jane, with her tits rubbing up
against Frank's back.

   Luckily I'm mostly outside their contortions when Jane cheats by licking
Anna's bare waistline.  Anna shrieks and collapses on top of Frank. 
Showing that cheaters never prosper, Jane gets pulled down in the tangle of
limbs while I remain off the ground.  Well, my right leg is pinned under
the piles of bodies, but I'm able to maintain my contact to all appropriate
color spots and am declared the winner of this round.

   Anna is getting into the fun of it by now and swears mock vengeance on
Jane the next time they're on the mat together.

   Next up is Anna, Kara, Kasumi and Rei.  I would have thought that Kara
had a lock on this game.  She's tall, flexible and strong enough that no
one should be able to knock her down.  Surprisingly though, it's Kasumi
that wins.  She's just so graceful and flexible that she can bend to reach
any color objective.  (She must exercise early in the morning when Jane and
I are still asleep.) So when Kara and Anna try to out-muscle each other
going for "left hand, red", they lose their balance and topple, knocking
over Rei.  Kasumi somehow bends out of the way of their flailing limbs to
remain in place.

   Next is Anna, Kasumi and myself.  By popular acclimation, Frank is
drafted for a repeat performance.

   After about 4 minutes of twisting, I find myself in a particularly
interesting spot.  I'm arched backwards with Kasumi arched forwards over
me, with my head pretty much up her skirt.  If I turn my head to the left,
I can see Frank's groin pressed directly against Anna's right breast.  He's
definitely got a huge hard-on, and I'm pretty sure her nipples are of
matching hardness.

   The next call is impossible for me to make, but I try to move my foot to
blue anyway.  I end up overbalancing and go down...  but I topple in such a
way that my face flies forward, planting itself directly into Kasumi's
panties.

   I sneak a kiss, then try to extricate myself without knocking anyone
else down.  Kasumi is blushing heavily, as red as I've ever seen her.  And
my intimacy appears to have broken her concentration and knocked her onto
her elbows and out of the game too.

   "Sorry about that, Kasumi.  I'll be happy to make it up to you tonight
if you want me to."

   She hides her face in her hands, but I think I can make out a slight
nod. We sit together on a loveseat, across from Jane and Rei.  Jane appears
to have laid claim to the normally quiet and withdrawn Rei for the night,
with Jane holding the smaller Japanese girl on her lap, her hands firmly
holding onto her hips.

   Kasumi and I both move off the mat and sit together, watching Frank and
Anna battle it out for the Twister championship.

   Rogue

   Oh god.  I thought it was bad enough earlier when I was rubbing my titty
against his pecker.  Now we're alone, rubbing up against each other, with
everyone watching us.

   I don't know why I agreed to this.  It's like I'm made of jelly when he
talks to me.  Sure, I'm having fun -- a LOT of fun, if my nipples and pussy
are any judge -- but it's just so embarrassing.

   I try to focus back onto the game.  Gotta move my right hand to yellow.

   I think Frank is deliberately choosing his positions to put the two of
us in intimate positions.  And with my short-shorts and bare midriff, I
definitely feel the attention and contact.  If we were alone, I probably
wouldn't object.  If we were alone, I'd probably be rubbing myself on him,
trying to get off.  Or possibly something more interactive.

   A couple minutes later, we're in another interesting position.  I'm on
all fours and he's literally on top of me.  If we weren't wearing pants, he
could slide himself up into my pussy directly in this position.  And if I
was cruel, I could straighten up and lift him off his marks.  He knows it
too, but I think he's enjoying rubbing his cock back and forth against my
pants too much to care.  And he's doing it in front of everyone else.

   That realization brings me back into focus enough that when the next
move calls for 'right hand green,' I move quickly into the new position and
he has to keep his legs spread and try to reach his hand over to match his
left hand...  but I'm in the way.  He tries to stretch over me, but ends up
rolling off of me and the mat entirely.

   From the ground looking up at me, he says, "Congratulations, Anna.  You
won!"

   I look around.  Jane has Rei on her lap and seems to be fondling her. 
Wow.  I'm kinda speechless at that.  Not that I think there's anything
wrong with it, it just caught me off guard, especially as worked up as I am
right now.

   I forcibly move my gaze away and notice Daria holding hands with Kasumi,
who's blushing a bit.  Only Kara is sitting solo.

   I stand up and offer my hand to Frank, pulling him to his feet.

   "Okay, everyone.  It's after 10 and I didn't exactly get a full night's
sleep last night, so I'm going to turn in early.  Anyone who wants to keep
playing is welcome to, of course."

   Frank seems to be the driving force of the evening activities and
without him, the rest of the group breaks up.

   Jane

   Every time I see her, I am always surprised that Rei has such a great
figure.  I wonder if she deliberately dresses to hide it.

   I hold onto her hips all the way upstairs, directing her to my room
first, where I retrieve my strap-on.  I pull up her skirt from behind and
put my hands underneath, rubbing the dildo end of the strap-on against her
cunny as I start to walk her out of my room.

   As we go, I'm whispering in her ear.  "How many times do you want to
come tonight?  I want to fuck you hard for at least an hour.  Oh wait!" I
pull her to a stop as we're leaving the room.

   "Do you want nipple clamps too?" I move my other hand from her waist to
her breast and try to pinch her nipples through her blouse and bra.

   She's blushing just a little as she shakes her head.

   "Are you sure?  I'm sure your nipples would get harder with clamps."

   In response, she reaches one arm backwards, pulling me forward from
behind with her, moving us out of the room and away from the rest of my
equipment.

   Once we're in her room, I start unwrapping her like a present.  I kiss
her skin as it appears from beneath her blouse and skirt.  I suck on her
toes and lick the back of her knees.  I dip my tongue into her belly
button. When her bra comes off, I spend a good five minutes suckling on her
B-cup breasts.  While I pay attention to her tits with my mouth, I pull off
her panties and start fingering her, playing with her pussy hair, curling
my fingers up inside of her and rubbing her clitoris.

   Once she's nicely worked up, I leave her lying on the bed, stand up and
strip off.  I check the connections, then pull the strap-on up onto my
pubic mound, moving the nubs into place against my clit and the mini-dildo
into my cunt.  I stand up straight, with my 'penis' jutting out proudly
from my pussy.

   "I think you need some lovin', baby" I say with a fake deep voice.  She
actually giggles, which is unprecedented in my experience with her.

   "Are you planning to just ravish me?  That's not very romantic."

   Her hard nipples belie her disinterest, but I think for a moment.  Aha!

   "All right, air cadet.  If you want to learn how to fly a helicopter,
you need to learn how to fly a stick."

   I remove the strap-on and she looks on with curiosity as I strap it onto
her.  I stand back up and reach around her shoulders, hugging her and
placing my head on her shoulder, looking up at her.

   "Is this your first time?  Please be gentle with me." Suddenly afraid
she might take me literally, I add, "but not too gentle."

   "How do I do this?" She looks a little lost.

   I bend down and curl my tongue around a nipple, teasing it back and
forth.  I look up at her face as I caress her ass.

   "I want you to do everything to me that you would want Frank to do to
you."

   She's hesitant at first, but I keep encouraging her with my tongue and
fingers.  By the time I'm giving the dildo a blow job, making sure to rub
the inside bumps back and forth across her clit as much as possible, she
seems to start taking charge a little.

   She lifts my head off the dildo and guides me back onto bed.  There's a
little bit of fumbling when she decides she wants a pillow under my hips,
but before long, she's pounding away at my cunny.

   After we've both come twice, she gets more adventurous, moving into a
doggy position then moving on to my ass.

   I start to think she might be more kinky than she appears when she
starts to try to go ass-to-mouth.  I might do that for Frank, but not for a
dildo.

   "Nuh uh.  Let's take a shower and wash it off first."

   She makes me clean it off and double-checks how clean it is by making me
deep-throat it, a skill I have yet to completely master.  I'm still gagging
a bit when I feel her pull my ass up, apply liquid soap and start pounding
my little brown rose in the shower too.

   I wonder if Frank ever ass-fucks her, or if I should tell him she wants
it.  Then I just relax and enjoy it.

   I hope she had as much fun as I did.

   Daria

   I know Kasumi well enough to know that she always wants to be clean
before sharing bodily fluids, so I tell her I'll meet her in her bathroom.

   Kasumi always strikes me as someone special.  She tends to fade into the
background most of the time, but even when she's in the background, her
presence brings out the best in you.  Even if you aren't trying to romance
her, she makes you want to be a better person (to paraphrase Mr. 
Nicholson).  But she doesn't really ask for much of anything for herself,
which means you feel the need to give her the best of anything and
everything you can.

   I wouldn't have thought she would ever involve herself in Frank's harem
-- I'm realistic enough to call our situation what it is -- but for
whatever reason, she has done so, and we're all the better for it.  Frank
must be a master at seduction to get her.  Then again, he got me...  Jane
AND me at the same time.

   Even just thinking about Frank makes my pussy twinge and tingle.

   Not for the first time, I have to wonder how amazing a man he is.  He
seems to be a truly nice person, very generous, handsome, has an astounding
personal presence, a mind-reading level of psychology and is a
Casanova-level lover.  I have to wonder if he can just seduce any woman he
meets.  I'm sure he's well on his way to bringing Anna into his bed, though
I have no idea if he'll do it tonight or not.

   Thoughts of tonight reminds me of Kasumi.  I collect my dildo and retire
to her room.  I strip off and leave the dildo on her bed.

   She's in the bathroom, naked, kneeling next to the tub, running a bath.

   I move up behind her, crouch down and put my arms around her waist.  I
feel so plain next to her.

   "You're so beautiful, Kasumi."

   "Thank you, Daria-chan.  It is very kind for someone as special as you
to say this." I'm shocked to realize she isn't blushing.

   We put on shower caps to keep our hair dry and climb in the bathtub
together.  Kasumi gets in first and has me lay back against her breasts.  I
could just go to sleep like this if I wanted to.  There's such a feeling of
security in her arms.

   Then she starts to clean me with a soapy washcloth.  I don't think this
is how Japanese baths are traditionally done.  I think they're supposed to
clean off before getting in the bath.  Makes me wonder what else she's
changed in her life because she moved here.

   I take her hand and direct her to my small breasts, using her hands and
cloth to caress myself, bringing my nipples to peak hardness.  Then I move
it down to my cunt, where I use her to tease my nether lips and clit.

   I turn my head back to face her, seeking out her lips.  We kiss deeply.
Katy Perry's 'I Kissed a Girl' starts running through my head and I smile
midway through our lip caress.

   I break the kiss and carefully turn around so we're sitting facing each
other.  I take the washcloth from her hands, add more soap and start
cleaning her.  I am slow and meticulous and thorough.  I take each of her
hands in turn and clean each finger individually.  Each arm, elbow,
shoulder and armpit.

   She watches me with a curious quiet intensity that keeps my attention
focused and my libido pumping.

   I move to her feet, bending her legs so her feet are in my lap.  Each
toe is treated separately and finished with a kiss.  I lick the spaces
between her toes.  Then each foot and ankle...  calf, knee and thigh.

   Now we reach the more erogenous zones.  Each breast is cleaned with
concentration and special attention.  I carefully check the nipples with my
tongue to make sure all the soap has been rinsed off.  They feel as hard as
pencil erasers between my lips.  Her belly and pussy and next.  I wish we
had the room for me to dive underwater to lick her pussy, but I have to
content myself with tasting my own fingers after they've been dipped in her
feminine essence.

   We embrace and clean each other's backs.  I wish I could wash her hair,
but the time needed to dry it before bed would be a bit too much of a
distraction so I leave the showercap on.

   The water is drained.  We stand up, and the shower is turned on.  We
clean each other's ass and rinse off.  We're kissing almost constantly by
now, only breaking contact to turn off the water and dry each other with
towels.

   Now thoroughly clean and dry, yet also completely soaked in our private
female depths, we move into Kasumi's bedroom.

   Surprisingly we don't 69 that night or lick each other's pussies.  Not
directly at least.  We hold each other, caress each other and kiss all
night, using the dildo and our fingers to bring each other to climax many
times, until we fall asleep in each other's arms.

   I would never trade Jane or Frank for anyone else, but my time with
Kasumi is always special, always dear to me.

   Rogue

   If I won the game, why do I feel like I lost?

   Here I am, all alone in my room, while I'm pretty sure everyone else is
spending the night with someone else.  I know Jane and Rei are together;
Jane wouldn't let go her when they went upstairs.  Daria and Kasumi didn't
go upstairs together, but they were whispering to each other and holding
hands earlier.

   And if Kara isn't the prime example of a man-eater, with Frank in her
sights, then I don't know...  grrr...  Okay, maybe I'm just frustrated.

   When I took a shower, I dug out the vibrating toothbrush I picked up
earlier today, turned it on and jammed the handle up my snatch.  No
finesse, no imagined romance or subtle touching.  I had to come NOW!

   Damn Kara.  If Frank was here, I'd be putty in his hands.  Instead I
have to make do with my own fingers and cheap plastic.  I feel like a slut,
but at least right now I'm a slut who could touch a man without killing
him.

   I rub myself to two unsatisfying climaxes before I fall asleep to dreams
of sex.

   Kara

   I'm surprised that Frank isn't trying to get Anna into bed tonight.

   When I comment on it, he says, "I'm not trying tonight for a few
different reasons.  First, I'm the only man within reach on her first night
without her powers.  It would be unfair to her.  Second, in order to be
fair to her, I'm going to wait for her to come to me, IF that's what she
wants.  Third, I want to make sure you know how important you are to me. 
I'm not going to go off chasing every new super-heroine that arrives and
abandon you."

   "That's sweet, but exactly how many super-women do you expect to drop
by?" I say with a grin.

   He looks thoughtful and says, "Oh, I'm not sure.  Maybe half a dozen? 
This house is becoming a nexus for unusual women you know.  The question
is, how many seduceable super-women will drop by?"

   I grab a pillow off his bed and toss it at him gently.  He ducks the
throw and tackles me to the bed.  I let him do so.

   He just lays there on top of me, his chin propped up between my tits,
staring me in the eyes as he says this.  I can feel his hard-on pressing
against my leg, but he's not doing anything about it.  We're both still
dressed at this point.

   "Well, whatever happens, I want you, Kara Zor-L, to remember that you
were the first important woman I ever slept with.  I may not have
technically been a virgin at that time, but you were the first woman I ever
actually made love to.  If I could keep you here, I would."

   I can feel myself getting misty-eyed.

   "That's sweet." I catch myself being condescending.  I still
occasionally find myself treating him as if he's much younger than me. 
"That's more than sweet.  Frank, I love you, and if I could, I'd take you
with me when I go back."

   "I love you too, sweetheart."

   "Now, somehow I have sole possession of you for two nights in a row.  I
think that calls for a celebration.  I think you need some care and
attention tonight, baby."

   So we celebrate, and I decide to take my 'baby' endearment literally.

   I pick him up and strip him bare without letting him touch the bed.  I
carry him like he's a baby into the bathroom where I sit him down in the
tub and run a couple inches of warm water.

   I guess he likes it, because neither he nor his unflagging, beautifully
stiff penis has objected.

   I take a loofah, add soap and carefully clean him.  When I poke a soapy
finger into his ass, he splashes me with warm, soapy water, getting my
T-shirt wet.  My nipples poke out in sharp relief, but the shirt isn't
especially white or see-through, unfortunately.

   I clean his cock, commenting that "Baby looks happy tonight." I give him
a loving suck, and he bucks in my mouth, but I pull away.  He's not getting
off that easily.

   I drain the water, stand him up and use a towel to dry him off.  I strip
off my wet shirt and damp pants and carry him back to bed.  I create a pile
of pillows and lean back against it, with Frank on my lap.

   "Is baby hungry tonight?" I cradle him against my breast and he takes my
nipple between his lips.  He starts sucking, but quickly turns to licks and
gentle teeth-scraping.

   My right hand finds his cock and holds it firmly while his hands start
playing with my other breast.

   After a couple minutes, I feel the need to have his cock between my
lips. And not just between my lips, but in my throat.

   I pull him off and position my head so it's hanging off the edge of the
bed upside down.

   "Now fuck my face," I growl at him.

   He looks a little surprised but readily meets my challenge.  I swallow a
couple times and relax my jaw and throat.

   He slowly inserts his lovely dick into my mouth, probing with care.  I
reach up and stick a finger up his asshole, pushing him deep into my throat
with a single thrust.  Using my finger as a hook and prod, I start him
thrusting back and forth, in and out of my face.  I try to use my tongue to
caress his cock, but he's started moving pretty quickly now.

   His hands grab my titties, using them as handles to help him plow my
face.  When I feel him start to come, I start sucking and at the same time,
start assfucking him with my finger, probing for his prostate.  He shoots
off multiple times down my throat, then collapses on top of me.

   He's a bit muffled, but I can still hear him as he says, "This would be
a comfortable way to go to sleep some night.  You make a nice, if uneven
mattress."

   I pull him off of me and roll him over so he's facing up.

   "Now it's my turn.  Lick me, slave."

   I kneel over his face and lower my pussy onto his tongue, which jumps
eagerly up to meet me.

   "Yeth, mam." And he gets to work.

   He has a talented tongue, and his hands roam my ass and tease my
asshole. I wonder why he never pokes anything inside there with me?  I know
he ass-fucks Jane sometimes.  Maybe Daria too.  I'll have to remember to
ask him later.

   For now, my thoughts start to scatter as my climax rapidly approaches.
Although I lack a wide range of experience, I've never come as easily or as
quickly with any other man.  Or woman (and let me tell you, Diana knows how
to treat a woman).

   After my second orgasm, I get off of him and lay back, my legs spread
wide.  He crawls up to meet me, his re-hardened cock swaying back and forth
beneath him.  He kisses me as he thrusts inside and I taste myself on his
lips.  For a moment, I imagine I'm somehow fucking myself as his tongue,
covered with my own vaginal slime, quests deeply into my mouth.

   He pumps and thrusts at varying speeds for at least twenty minutes
before he lets loose inside of me again.  I lose track of how many times I
come.  It's wonderful.

   Afterwords, we just lay there, his softening cock in my warm, welcoming
cunny.  I pull a sheet over us as we drift off to sleep in each other's
arms like that.

   I don't think of Anna again until morning.

   Rogue

   I wake up around 8, get dressed and wander downstairs for breakfast. 
Daria and Jane have just left for morning classes, but apparently Kasumi
only has classes Monday/Wednesday/Friday.  She, Kara and Rei are planning a
trip into the city for clothes, books and groceries.

   Frank is apparently downstairs in his lab.  According to the ladies, he
spends a lot of time down there.

   Kara took me aside before the three of them left at 10.

   "I talked with Frank about you last night."

   I wait patiently.  She's obviously a bit uncomfortable with the
conversation.

   "He thinks you are emotionally vulnerable right now given your
situation. He doesn't want to take advantage of you.  No, that's not quite
right.  Frank wants to take advantage of you, but refuses to do so because
he thinks it would be wrong because you're vulnerable right now."

   "That's...  Ah'm NOT vulnerable.  Well, not emotionally.  Physically
Ah'm...  well, Ah'm still probably a lot stronger than he is."

   I think I might be extra upset because last night I was definitely
feeling especially vulnerable.

   She continues.  "Anyway, the upshot is that he isn't planning to make a
first move.  So either you approach him or go out and play the field."

   Then she leaves.

   I'm as confused as all hell.  I don't think Kara dislikes me as much as
she did yesterday morning, but that's not exactly a ringing endorsement. 
Why in the world is she trying to get me to hook up with Frank?

   After half an hour or so, I make up my mind.  I go to my room, where I
shower, give my legs and pussy lips a nice close shave, apply make-up, wish
I had some kind of perfume, and put together the showiest outfit I can
(well, the showiest outfit that's not a bikini, that is).

   I head down to the basement door and knock.  And no response.  I knock
louder.  I could probably break the door down, but that would send the
wrong message.  I don't know the specifics of the intercom system -- the
different rooms are numbered and I can't find a key to tell me which one is
the basement - so I turn on the switches for every room in the house and
hope everyone else really is gone.

   "Frank?  Are ya there?  Ah'd like to talk."

   A moment later I hear back.  "Sure thing, Anna.  I'll be up in a
minute."

   I flip the switches back and sit down in the den.

   He pauses when he enters the room, and I flatter myself thinking that my
outfit succeeded.  I'm wearing high-heels, a tiny miniskirt and a tight
bellybaring white baby-doll shirt.  No underwear.  I'm positive my dark
nipples show through the thin material.

   Seeing him makes my heart start beating faster and my nipples perk up
even more.  I'm extremely nervous but determined to see this through.

   "Ah talked with Kara this mornin'." I stand up and move slowly toward
him.

   "She had some advice for me, an Ah thought Ah might give it a try."

   I gather all my courage.  I KNOW I'm way too strong a person for this to
be a problem, but right now it's talking all my self-confidence to keep
from running away.

   He starts asking, "What did she..." when I interrupt him by grabbing his
shoulders and pulling us together for a kiss.

   I feel clumsy doing so, and he stiffens.  I'm about to panic when he
relaxes and puts his arms around me, turning what felt clumsy into
something that feels soul-melting.  I relax into the kiss too and have no
idea how much time has passed when we break, resting our foreheads against
each other.

   "You're sure you want to do this," he asks.

   No.  Yes.  I think yes.  I'm all over the place emotionally, but what I
say out loud is "Yes, Ah am."

   I never even remotely imagined myself joining what is, for all intents
and purposes, a harem...  at least not of my own free will.  But even as
that thought crosses my mind, it fades away in a surge of lust as he takes
me in his arms again.  Lust and something deeper...  maybe the beginnings
of love or are my hormones just out of control?

   I suddenly notice we're moving upstairs, still kissing.  He has one arm
supporting and guiding me and one reaching down under my miniskirt to cup
my ass, which is tingling from the mere contact.  I can feel my pussy
juices already start to drip down my legs.

   When we enter his room, he sits me down on his bed and stands back.  His
look sets a new fire in my loins.  He kneels down and takes my right foot
in his hands, easing the shoe off.  He caresses my foot and gives each toe
a lick, then sucks on them like little nipples.  My feet were never
erogenous zones before, but now I start to wonder if I could orgasm just
from his attention down there.

   He starts to move up my leg, licking and kissing my calf, knee and
thigh. Then he switches to my left leg and starts all over again, driving
me to higher and higher levels of arousal.  He reaches my waist, unzipping
and pulling off my miniskirt.  I come loudly at the first touch of his
tongue on my slit, my legs briefly wrapping around him, drawing him into
closer contact with my cunt.

   Frank takes his time with it, exploring my pussy with his tongue and
fingers.  He sucks my clit, feels around inside my cunt with tongue and
fingers, pulls on my inner and outer lips with fingers and teeth.  He even
moves down lower to lick my perineum and finger my ass.

   By the time he moves to my belly button, I'm moving close to a second
orgasm.  He grabs the base of my thin, tight little shirt and tears it up
the middle to the collar which holds tight.  Instead of trying to rip it
the rest of the way himself, he reaches for my hands, placing them on torn
halves of the shirt and silently urges me to pull.  It tears easily for me.

   He's now examining my tits.  I'm a little hesitant here, knowing that I
definitely don't match up to Kara, but there's no hesitation or
disappointment in his look or touch.  As he plays with, suckles and licks
my breasts and nipples, I come a second time.

   I've never been this aroused or come this easily before.  It's heavenly.

   He moves up to my face, kissing and licking all over while running his
fingers through my hair.  He kisses my eyelids and licks my ears, lightly
biting the earlobes.

   He finally pulls away and briefly dives into his bedside table for a box
of condoms.  He quickly strips naked, making me briefly upset that I didn't
get a chance to do that for him.

   Putting on a condom, he asks, "Are you ready?"

   Silently, I nod, staring at what suddenly seems like an absolutely huge
penis.  I know it'll fit, because I've seen larger ones in pornos, but up
close and in the flesh, so to speak, it seems way too large to fit inside
me.

   He rubs his dick up and down along my pussy lips, making me jump and
wetting his erection for entry.

   Then he's inside of me.  I can feel him working his way up my intimate
channel, centimeter by centimeter.  I feel like a virgin, being split in
two for the first time.  When he's halfway inside me, he adjusts his angle
so he's now scraping against my clitty with every movement.  By the time
he's fully seated in my mound, I've started what feels like a continuous
orgasm.

   Although by this time I'm not fully aware of what he's doing, I think he
came pretty quickly...  which I know by virtue of me still being alive and
not dead from 30 minutes of constant orgasms.

   When I regain my senses, he's lying beside me, watching me and gently
running a finger up and down my slit.

   I smile at him and pull him in for a kiss.  I'm full of a calm sense of
well-being and a quiet love and passion for this man beside me.

   He says, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, but I hope you don't pass out every
time.  It would limit our fun.  What position do you want to try next?"

   "Next?  Ya mean again?"

   "Of course.  If you're up for it."

   Suddenly I'm flustered again.  I don't have the experience to know
positions.  How we just fucked is the only position I know.  Unless he
means the acrobatic stuff from pornos?

   I redirect the question back to him.  "What's your favorite position?"

   "Well, the female superior cowgirl-style ones keep me from getting
tired. And doggy-style lets me get a little deeper than normal.  But don't
worry about being true to a style you read about in a book or saw in a
movie.  Intimacy and comfort are the important parts."

   I'm curious about the cowgirl-style he mentioned, but it would probably
require me to know what I'm doing.  So rather than betray my ignorance
and/or inexperience I say, "Let's try your doggy-style thing."

   He smiles and kisses me.  With one hand he starts pumping his half-hard
cock and with the other, he reaches for another condom.

   Then he gives me an appraising look.  "Give me your hand."

   He takes my hand and guides it to his penis, using my fingers to
masturbate himself.  Feeling his penis hardening under my touch was a
strange feeling.  It gave me confidence in myself and I could feel my clit
harden in response to his cock.

   With his penis fully hard again, he asked, "Have you ever put on a
condom?"

   I'm taken aback.  Why would I have ever put on a condom?

   I suppose he noticed my confusion and said, "It's nice to do it as part
of the foreplay so it doesn't break the rhythm.  If you want to start
taking the pill, we can forgo it, but for now, let me show you how."

   I'm fascinated as he teaches me how to roll a condom down onto a penis.
I actually mess up the first time, tearing the base ring off the condom and
have to try again.

   Once it's on, he has me get up on hands and knees, with him kneeling
behind me.  It does seem to go in deeper this time.  I think I can actually
feel him bumping against my cervix as he hits the deepest part of each
stroke.  He reaches one hand underneath to play with my clit and help bring
me off.

   My previous overabundance of cums seems have to seriously taken the edge
off, letting me appreciate the fuck more this time around.  I only come
three times during this fuck, which is still a million times better than my
masturbatory play and a thousand times better than when I was with Erik.

   This round lasts a full half hour before Frank comes.  I've got to get
on the pill because I really want to feel his come splashing inside of me.

   Once we've recovered a bit, he takes me into the bathroom and I see his
large, jacuzzi-style tub for the first time.  He starts filling up the tub
while we shower off our sweat together in the shower stall.

   The jacuzzi has small seats in it perfect for relaxing.  I expect to be
sitting on his lap in the jacuzzi, but instead Frank sits us down
side-by-side.  Still, it's wonderful to rest my head on his shoulder, with
one arm behind him and the other exploring his body.  He has some chest
hair, but none on his back or ass.  He obviously shaves his balls and
around his dick, but there's still a thick patch of pubic hair above. 
Makes me wonder if someone else does that for him.  It looks odd, but I bet
it's nicer for blowjobs.

   I make little twirling motions in his body hair wherever I find it, play
with his nipples, cup his balls and stroke his cock.  For his part, he
seems content with stroking my hair and playing with my breasts.

   Slowly, we both start working our way back up into fucking form.  He
opens a little sliding cabinet door in the wall and pulls out another
condom.  When he stands up in the tub, with his penis bouncing up and down
in front of my face, I can't help myself and take it into my mouth. 
There's no way I'm getting this thing down my throat, but I try to get a
feel for it with my tongue.

   When I pull my lips free of him, he hands me the condom, which I deftly
put on without a problem.

   He sits back down and pulls me into his lap, facing him, and our lips
meet in a kiss.  His tongue pushes its way into my mouth and I experience
my first French kiss as my tongue starts exploring his in return.

   Breaking the kiss for a moment, he says, "Put me inside of you.  You get
to control this fuck."

   Since we're in the water, I expect it to go in more smoothly than ever,
but apparently the water washes away my pussy's natural juices, meaning it
takes a few minutes of gradual work before I have him fully seated inside
of me.

   For a minute, I just kiss him and enjoy the feeling of being full.  Then
I start moving up and down, back and forth.  It's more awkward in this
position, so it's slower, but that seems to make it even better.  I mean, I
don't come like I did before, but this seems more intimate...  I feel more
connected to him.

   This is a slow, lazy, wonderful half hour fuck where we don't come until
Frank takes over at the end and starts pumping hard, splashing water all
over the place.  My come matches up with his almost perfectly, making me
feel like our souls touched each other.

   As we wind down from the climax, I tell him, "This is probably the best
day Ah've ever had in my life."

   He grins.  "Well, that does wonders for my ego.  You're pretty amazing
yourself."

   "Thanks.  Now Ah understand why everyone's willin' to share you."

   And the amazing thing is, I really do understand.  If you get a piece of
a man that can make you feel like that...  well, I'm suddenly willing to
share him too.  And I can't help but be in love with him now.  I'm pretty
sure he's got to be in love with me too, at least a little bit.

   When we finally emerge from his bedroom, dressed and tired, we discover
that we missed the workmen coming to fix the stairs and wall.  Frank calls
them back and reschedules for tomorrow.  I'm in a fog most of the rest of
the afternoon.

   When Kara and them get back mid-afternoon, it turns out they had a bit
of excitement too.

   Kara

   It's obvious the little bitch did it while we were gone.

   Okay, I need to be nicer.  I practically pushed them together, so it's
not fair to call her a bitch.  It's just that she's glowing.  I swear, if
this universe had any decent laws of physics like back home, she'd be
literally glowing like a bonfire.

   I wonder if she got any special treatment, which the mere thought of
instantly makes me jealous.  Until Frank takes me aside, gives me a kiss on
the cheek, and whispers, "Thank you for my present this morning.  Maybe we
can unwrap her together some time."

   I swear the man can make me melt any time he wants to.

   "Now," he continues, "what happened?  Kasumi and Rei are both claiming
that you saved their lives today."

   I give him a brief rundown.

   It wasn't all that big of a deal.  When we were leaving the lunch diner,
half a dozen teenage boys, probably gang members, started hassling us. 
They made cat calls and asked for dates.  Annoying, but nothing threatening
until we tried to walk around them to our van.

   The leader stepped in front of us, saying something about how it was
rude to ignore them.  I decided to nonviolently convince them to back off.
(Hey, I was proud of myself.  Nonviolence doesn't come naturally to me.)

   I shifted my shopping bags to my left hand, and stepped over to the
metal fence they were leaning against.  It was one of those fences about
six feet tall with vertical decorative metal shafts every few inches.  I
grabbed the top of one of the poles and casually bent the top of it down.

   Then I stepped back to the now confused-looking tough guy and said,
"Back off and leave us alone."

   He and his friends took off running.  I bent the shaft back into place
as best I could after they were gone, and we left.

   Not a big deal.  I don't know why Rei and Kasumi were so affected by it.
I'm pretty sure they've both been around violent behavior before.  Still
I'm glad I was there to keep things from getting out of hand.

   I see Rei and Kasumi whispering together later, and find out that
evening that they decided to reward me.  They work together to give me a
wonderful evening of pampering, sex and orgasms, with me as the center of
attention.  It's even more special a night because those two almost never
instigate anything sexual.

   Jane

   So when Daria and I get home Thursday evening, there's a lot that had
been going on.

   Anna the Rogue got her world rocked by Frank.  No big surprise there,
but the fact that she's still woozy from it hours later makes me wonder if
Frank out-did himself or if Anna was just really that lacking in
experience.

   Kasumi and Rei were fawning all over Kara because she saved them from
being mugged or gang-raped or something.  Which also suddenly makes me want
to take some self-defense courses.

   The day's activities makes it an interesting evening...  for some
people, at least.  Frank seems a little worn out, and I think he spends the
night down in his lab.  Maybe that's why he sleeps down there occasionally:
To get away from us and recharge his batteries.

   Anna goes to bed early and alone, probably has a night of sweet, sweet
dreams.

   Kasumi and Rei take Kara away, probably for a night of squishy thank-you
fun.  Makes me envious.

   Me?  I actually had enough homework this week that I need to take time
tonight to get it done.

   It's annoying but I suppose I don't need sexy fun every night.

   Friday afternoon when we get home, Anna is waiting for me.  But she's
trying to make it seem like she's NOT waiting for me.  Maybe she was a
supertough super-hero chick from the universe of mutants, but right now
she's trying not to bounce on her tip-toes like a nervous schoolgirl in
love.

   "Hi, Jane.  How was your day?"

   "Okay.  What's up?"

   She grabs my arm and takes me off to the side.

   "Ah was wonderin'...  if you...  if you could help me..."

   She's blushing and can't look me in the eye.

   "Help you with...?"

   "Ah...  Ah slept with Frank yesterday."

   "Yeah, we had kinda picked up on that, what with the orgasmic glow you
were giving off last night."

   She blushes more.  Still nowhere near how much Kasumi can blush, but
impressive nonetheless.

   "Yeah.  That was great.  But Frank, after the first time, he asked me...
ummm...  what positions...  what sex positions Ah liked."

   I refuse to help her out with this.  It's just too much fun watching her
squirm.  Which she is doing.  She's literally squirming in place right now.

   "And Ah didn't know any!  Ah mean, Ah've nevah...  Ah don't have the
experience..."

   I'm starting to worry she might tear up, so I finally give in and try to
help out her side of the conversation.

   "So do you want me to recommend some pornos so you can get some ideas?
Cause despite my reputation, I actually haven't seen very many myself..."

   She shakes her head violently, hair flying back and forth.

   "Do you want me to describe different sexual positions for you to try
out?"

   She nods hesitantly.  "Ah...  Ah just...  Ah mean, he mentioned cowgirl
positions and apparently Ah'd have to do it mahself and Ah don't know what
to do."

   I wonder if I have such a sex kitten reputation around the house that
she singled me out to ask.

   Still, there's no way I can let an opportunity like this pass me by.

   I start leading her upstairs...  Oh hey!  The stairs are fixed.  That
was quick.  Money talks I suppose.  I can still smell the varnish though.
Ugh.  The formerly dented walls aren't finished yet though.  Looks like
maybe they're waiting for mudding to dry or something?

   "First thing we need to do is find Rei."

   "Rei?"

   "Yeah, she's a virtual encyclopedia.  Read every book ever written."

   I can tell Anna's still confused, but we find Rei easily enough in the
library...  which has grown considerably since she moved in.  I think it'll
have to expand to a second room pretty soon.

   "Rei!"

   She's completely oblivious to anything but what she's reading.

   I pull her book out of the way and repeat, "Hey, Rei."

   She blinks and looks up at the two of us.  "Oh.  Hello, Jane.  What can
I do for you?"

   "Is there a copy of the Kama Sutra around here somewhere?  Or something
explaining different sexual positions?  Anna wants some education."

   Now Rei starts blushing.  "Ah, yes.  We have an illustrated Kama Sutra
over here."

   She gets up and starts going through a bookshelf.

   "Good.  Get it and bring it to my room."

   Mwuhahaha, I laugh evilly to myself.  Time for some fun.

   I drag Anna out of the library with me to my room.  Too bad Daria isn't
around.

   "Strip," I tell her, then start stripping off myself.

   "What?"

   "Come on.  You can't expect to learn sexual positions very well just by
reading about them or looking at pictures."

   I pull on a combination leather panties/strap-on built with an 8 inch
dong sticking out and a 4 incher facing inward, with massaging bumps to
stimulate my clit.  It feels so good to pull it into myself; not very long,
but nice and thick.

   She still hasn't moved.  Has kind of a deer-in-the-headlights look to
her.

   "Strip," I tell her again.  "Are you a girl-on-girl virgin?"

   "Ah...  Ah don't want...  Ah mean, sure Ah'm curious and all that,
but..."

   "I'll take that as a yes.  Come on, take it all off.  You're about to
lose your lesbo virginity, but don't worry, I'll be gentle." After a pause,
I correct myself slighty.  "Well, gentle-ish."

   Finally, she starts taking off her shirt.  Hah!  Who's the Alpha female
in this bedroom?  Me, that's who!  (Dammit, gotta stop listening to Daria's
theories on our social interactions.)

   Rei arrives with a couple books in hand and stops when she sees us.

   "Come on in and join us!" I walk over, take the books from her hand,
pull her completely into the room and close the door.  "Come on, Rei.  I
bet you can use a refresher course too.  Real world experience and all. 
Strip down."

   I start unbuttoning her blouse.

   "What we're going to do is look at a position in the book and then try
it out ourselves."

   "There are over 50 different positions described in the Kama Sutra." Rei
protests.  Well, said quietly is more accurately, but for Rei, it was a
protest.

   I pull off her bra and start on her skirt.  "Well, we don't have to try
all of them today.  We'll stop when we get too tired."

   I drop Rei's skirt to the floor and have her step out of it.

   I lead her over to the bed and pull them both down on either side of me.
Anna is completely naked, trying to cover herself with her hands, and Rei
is down to panties and socks.

   I take a moment to drink in Anna's body, pulling her hands away from
their protective positions.  Double-D breasts, at least.  Dark pink
nipples. A small thatch of pubic hair above shaved lips.  Beautiful skin,
if pale.

   Rei also brought along The Joy of Sex, which I set aside for now, and
open the illustrated Kama Sutra, flipping through it to position #1.

   "Let's get started!"

   We stop after trying out about 20 positions.  Most of them are slight
variations of known positions.  Not difficult.  But I personally get too
tired to go on after my 8th orgasm of the afternoon.  Plus we need to get
cleaned up for dinner.  I'm not entirely sure how many comes Anna and Rei
had, but it was at least 4 or 5 each and we all need to clean up.

   While we're cleaning up, I convince Anna to let me bleach a little
streak of white down the middle of her pubic hair to match her head.  Not
that I have bleach on hand, but I'll definitely pick some up.  Then she'll
have a nice surprise for her next sexing.

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