 
                --===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 12===--
 
Chapter 12
 
 
 
    "Caitlyn!" Martin yelled.  He beamed a smile at her as she
stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck.  "What are you
do-" he attempted to ask, but Caitlyn's lips got in the way of the rest
of the question.
 
    It took only a moment before Martin was fully into the
kiss, and his tongue crept out to caress Caitlyn's lips.  She parted
her lips to allow his tongue access, but it found that it had to tango
with her tongue when it entered.  Martin gladly allowed the dance to
begin.
 
    As they continued kissing, Martin turned.  Caitlyn went
with him, remaining pressed against him, her lips locked to his.  When
she was fully inside the room, Martin closed and locked the door.  He
pushed her back against the wall, and they continued to kiss while
Martin's hands rubbed across her sides and then reached down to grasp
her ass through her jeans.  Caitlyn moaned into his mouth and pressed
herself more tightly against him, letting him know she highly approved
of his actions.
 
    Martin continued to massage Caitlyn's ass while she did
something he couldn't fathom between them.  After a few moments, he
realized that she had been unbuttoning her blouse, which she now yanked
off her shoulders and down her arms.  He moved his hands to allow it to
fall to the floor, and then slid his fingers along her back, causing
her to squirm slightly.  He reached the clasp on her bra, and
unfastened it.  Once it was unhooked, she broke their kiss, and pushed
him away from her.
 
    Martin watched eagerly as Caitlyn let the bra slip further
and further away from her body, revealing her ample and luscious tits
to his view.  He took a deep breath when he saw her large, pale areolas
slip into view.  He nearly tore his own shirt, yanking it off over his
head, and then he moved back to her.  Their mouths immediately
re-engaged, but now he could feel her working at his jeans, trying to
get them undone.  His hands roamed her back, caressing the skin there,
while his feet worked to force his shoes off.  He managed to get the
second one off just as Caitlyn got his jeans unzipped.
 
    As soon as his pants were unfastened, Caitlyn pushed and
shoved them almost roughly off his hips until they fell to the floor. 
Once again, she gently pushed him away from her own body, and before he
could protest, she was attacking her own jeans.  It was mere seconds
before they were undone and joined his on the floor.  He had not
noticed when she'd removed her own shoes.  She was about to take hold
of her panties when Martin stopped her.
 
    Kneeling, Martin gingerly grasped the waistband of
Caitlyn's underwear, and began to slowly peel them off her body.  It
took only a few seconds before they were clear of her hips, and he
allowed them to slip to the floor as his hands caressed her hips and
the backs of her legs.  Caitlyn leaned against the wall, reveling in
the feel of his hands on her body.
 
    As Martin finally stood up, he placed light kisses all over
Caitlyn's body.  He paused and repeatedly kissed her breasts, focusing
on her nipples, before continuing on his way.   When his lips finally
made it to her mouth, she grabbed hold of him and drew him forcibly to
her.  He maneuvered her out of the pile of clothing at her feet, and
together they stumbled over to the bed.
 
    As the pair collapsed onto the bed, they barely noticed,
and certainly did not interrupt their kissing.  They rolled back and
forth, first Caitlyn on top, then Martin, then back again.  They were
already lost in their lust.
 
    When the kiss finally ended, Martin was looking down at
Caitlyn with a warm and affectionate smile.  She looked up at him, her
deep green eyes welcoming him to do what he pleased.
 
    Martin placed his finger lightly on Caitlyn's chin, causing
her to giggle.  Slowly, he ran that finger down her neck, and across
her chest.  Caitlyn began to squirm as Martin carefully navigated
between her breasts, slowly drifting further south.  His finger made
three circles around her navel, before he allowed it to continue its
journey, and that drove Caitlyn wild.
 
    As his finger entered the lush patch of pubic hair on
Caitlyn's body, she moaned.  He allowed his finger to drift to one
side, moving down her left leg.  He pushed, very gently, with his
finger, and Caitlyn got the idea, moving that leg with his direction. 
When he was satisfied, he repeated the maneuver with her right leg,
until her legs were parted wide enough to give him plenty of room.
 
    Martin shifted himself until he was gazing down at
Caitlyn's swollen and waiting pussy lips.  He bent over, and allowed
his tongue to slip out, gliding over her pussy, and pressing in to find
her inner lips.  Caitlyn groaned as he continued to probe her most
private areas.  He allowed his tongue to slide upward, trying to tease
her clit out from under its hood, and his middle finger slipped into
her cunt, pushing in relentlessly as Caitlyn writhed beneath him.
 
    Caitlyn was moaning constantly as Martin's agile tongue
finally coaxed her clit out from hiding.  He put his lips against her
clit, and began to suck while his middle finger started to move rapidly
in and out of her pussy.
 
    Caitlyn immediately exploded, crying out in orgasm and
drenching Martin's hand and chin in her juices.  She bucked and twisted
on the bed, lost in a sea of pleasure.  Martin held on for the ride,
continuing to suck her clit as his finger persisted in fucking her
through her orgasm, which lasted for quite some time before she finally
began to come down.
 
    As Caitlyn attempted to regain her breath, Martin removed
his hand and mouth from her pussy, and he slid up on the bed beside
her.  He wrapped his arms around her, not saying anything, but just
being there with her.
 
    In only a minute or so, Caitlyn turned to him with a look
he didn't quite understand.  "If you think I'm letting you off that
easy," she said, still somewhat breathlessly, "you've got another thing
coming!  Come to think of it," she said now, "you haven't, yet, and I'm
going to make damned sure you do!"
 
    Caitlyn sat up, and straddled Martin, facing his feet.  She
reached down and began to pull and tug at his briefs.  He lifted his
hips to help her remove the offending garment, and it wasn't long
before she finally had it off.  She looked down at his erect dick with
a hungry gleam in her eyes, and she licked her lips in anticipation of
what was coming.
 
    Scooting forward on the bed, Caitlyn raised herself up as
her hand reached down to gently grasp Martin's cock.  She held it in
position as she lowered herself onto him, a sigh leaving her mouth as
the head of his dick entered her dripping cunt.  She wiggled and
circled her hips as she allowed her legs to continue lowering her onto
his prick.  She didn't relax at all until he was fully buried inside of
her, and she could feel his curly pubic hair tickling her pussy lips.
 
    Caitlyn didn't wait long before she began to move above
him.  Martin, meanwhile, reached up and began to caress her sides.  He
couldn't quite reach her breasts, but he massaged her back and sides,
then reached down to fondle her ass as she rode him.  She moaned in
pleasure, both at the fucking he was giving her, and the feel of his
hands on her.
 
    Martin got tired of not being able to reach his lover, and
so he pushed himself upward just a little.  Caitlyn could sense what he
was doing, and their coupling paused momentarily as he made some
arrangements with pillows and such.  Once he was ready, he pulled her
backward.  She shifted her legs out from under her, and allowed herself
to lean all the way back against him.  She used her feet against the
bed to continue their screwing, and now Martin was fondling her tits,
letting his fingers trace patterns over her sensitive skin.
 
    Caitlyn could feel Martin's body tensing in preparation for
his climax, and the very idea of it drove her right to the edge of her
own next orgasm.  She slammed herself even harder against him, and she
felt his fingers twist her nipples.  She cried out with the joy of it,
and her cunt rippled along his shaft.
 
    That final pleasure was more than Martin could take, and he
slammed his hips upward, ramming his dick fully inside of Caitlyn
before exploding within her.  His cock spasmed repeatedly, pumping his
cum deep inside of her.
 
    Caitlyn's orgasm exploded within her at the first feel of
his climax.  She screamed and wriggled on top of him for long moments
as he grunted and jerked beneath her.  The pair held on for dear life
as their orgasms washed over them, threatening to throw them off the
bed.  Finally, the intense pleasure subsided, and the couple descended
from their heights.  Martin's cock slipped out of Caitlyn's pussy as
she slid off him to the side.  Immediately, she turned to him, and he
embraced her. She rested her head on his chest, and there they remained
for long moments without saying a word.
 
    After what had just happened, what, really, needed saying?
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "I hope you don't say hello to *everyone* who opens a door
to you like that," Martin said with a chuckle, some time later.  The
two were still lying together, completely nude, on his bed.
 
    "Only cute guys who save my life," she said, drawing little
circles on his chest with her soft fingers.  "I missed you."
 
    "I missed you, too," he said with heartfelt meaning.  "I'm
glad you're here... but I'm kind of confused about *why* you're here...
Aren't you going to miss the first day of school?"
 
    "Nope," she said with a smile.  She turned slightly, and
rested her hands together on his chest, her chin resting then on her
hands.  "I transferred here."
 
    "You... *what*?"
 
    She shrugged.  "I got tired of listening to my family
harping on what I was doing, so I decided it was time for a change. 
The best place I could think of to come was someplace where I'd have at
least one friend...  Besides, as I said, I missed you."
 
    Martin was stunned.  He hadn't grasped the depth of feeling
she'd had for him, and was a little nonplussed about the whole thing. 
Caitlyn decided to put the issue to rest, for the moment, by leaning up
to kiss him.  This he gladly accepted, running his hand softly across
her lower back in return.  They continued to kiss for a long moment,
until the phone rang.
 
    "Stupid thing," Martin grumbled as Caitlyn sat back to let
him answer it.  He lifted the instrument, lying back against the
pillows before he said, "Hello?"
 
    "Marty?  You okay?"
 
    "Oh, hi, Sarah.  Yeah, I'm fine.  What's up?"
 
    "Well, you sound a little... uh... out of it.  You sure
you're okay?"
 
    "Yes, Sis, I'm fine.  I'm just... a little tired," he
answered, trying not to laugh as Caitlyn giggled.
 
    "Oh.  Okay, well, sorry to bother you, but you kind of need
to get over here.  There's a problem with Rachel."
 
    "Okay.  I'll be there in a few minutes."
 
    "See ya."
 
    Martin hung up the phone, but wasn't eager to get up.  He
looked over at Caitlyn and said, "That was my sister.  Apparently
there's some trouble at my local home.  I should really go deal with
it."
 
    "I'll go with you," she offered, and got a smile in
return.  "Just one thing, Marty?"
 
    "Yeah?"
 
    "Could you call me Cat from now on?"
 
    "I suppose... but why?"
 
    "My family has been very insistent about calling me Caitlyn
ever since I was born.  Caitlyn sounds so stuffy and grandmotherish. 
If I'm going to change, I should do it now, before you introduce me to
all your friends."
 
    Martin smiled and nodded.  "That makes sense.  Okay...
um..."
 
    "What?"
 
    "Well, I don't know if it was intentional or not, Miss
Walker, but yes, you are certainly beautiful enough to be a model..."
 
    Caitlyn blushed crimson.  "I really didn't think about
that."
 
    "*Sure* you didn't," he said, kissing her to mute her
argument.  "C'mon, we have to get dressed, you Cat Walker, you."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The drive over to Katie's home was short and quiet.  This
was good, because Martin had the feeling that what was going on inside
the house would be neither of those things.  He didn't worry about how
they'd receive Cat, though.  None of them had ever objected to the new
girls.
 
    He led Cat up to the door and walked in without much in the
way of warning.  He didn't immediately spot anyone, but he could hear
noises from the back room, and a conversation in the living room.  He
headed for the latter.
 
    "...I'm sure Marty can handle her, though.  Oh!  Marty! 
Rachel's in her room, with Sarah... who's this?" Katie asked in a
running stream of conversation.  He could tell she was upset over the
whole Rachel problem.  Apparently today was going to be one of Rachel's
bad days.
 
    As Sarah walked in, Martin said, "Guys, this is Cat.  I met
her during my trip to the Grand Canyon.  She's just transferred here
from Salt Lake.  Um... while I handle Rachel, why don't you guys
introduce yourselves or something?"  Turning to Cat, he said, "I may be
a while.  Make yourself comfortable."
 
    "Sure."
 
    Martin studiously ignored the look that Sarah gave him on
his way back to Rachel's bedroom.  He was switching gears in his mind,
trying to get into the mindset necessary to help Rachel through her
current problem.
 
    The room was a disaster area.  It was obvious that she'd
gone a little berserk, and she'd apparently needed to be restrained, if
the condition of the bedclothes was any indicator.  Right now she was
sitting on the bed, curled up into a ball.  Martin took a deep breath
before entering, but then walked over and sat on the bed.  He could
tell that, though Rachel was staring straight ahead, she had not seen
him.  Her body tensed as she felt his weight on the bed.
 
    Martin wrapped his arm around Rachel's shoulder, and he
pulled her to him.  She immediately felt the warmth flooding her body. 
Up until that moment, she'd been shivering because her body was so very
cold.  The warmth filled in that space, allowing her shivers to be
eliminated.  Martin sat back, pulling her with him, and she came mostly
willingly.  Her body was tight and tense from her hours-long ordeal. 
It was the third such attack she'd had since going off the drugs.  She
kept her body tight, trying to stay as warm as she could, but she
didn't resist her master.
 
    Martin stroked her hair as he whispered softly to her,
trying to soothe her nerves.  He held on to Rachel tightly, letting her
know he was here, and that she was safe.  He was proud that she was
trying so hard, though days like today worried him.  He wondered if
she'd ever get past the addiction that he was trying to save her from.
 
    After some time, he looked up to see that Sarah and Cat
were looking in on them.  He nodded to acknowledge their presence, but
he didn't speak, because he didn't want to distract Rachel, who was
only now begin to loosen up a little bit.  He heard the other girls
whispering to each other, but he paid no attention to the conversation.
 
    "What happened to her?" Cat asked Sarah quietly.
 
    "She was a druggie, and a prostitute.  Marty's trying to
save her."
 
    "What happened?  I mean, why her?  There's lots of women
like that out there..."
 
    Sarah pointed to a picture on the hallway wall.  "That's
Rebecca, our little sister."  The resemblance was overwhelmingly
obvious.
 
    Cat turned back and said, "Ah."  The pair decided to leave
the couple alone, and go back to the living room to talk some more.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It was a couple more hours before Rachel was relaxed enough
to stretch out next to her master.  She felt immensely bad about having
taken up his entire day like this.
 
    "I'm so sorry, Master.  I couldn't help myself."  He could
tell that she was on the verge of crying.  He squeezed her more
tightly, and rubbed her arm.
 
    "I know that.  It's not your fault.  This is just part of
the process of getting you better.  I'm proud of you for trying so
hard," he told her, letting her have something good to hold on to. 
"You're being a good girl," he said.  He couldn't bring himself to call
her a good *slave*, though the meaning got through anyhow.  She smiled
weakly up at him.  Martin pulled her to him, and kissed her.  She
kissed back, eagerly, wanting to feel him against her in any way she
could get.
 
    The kiss lasted for nearly a minute, and Rachel's smile was
quite a bit stronger when they parted.  He smiled back at her.  "You're
doing good, Rachel.  But you've got to keep trying.  We're about
halfway there.  You *will* make it.  I have faith in you."
 
    He could see the look that engendered in her, and was
pleased to make her feel better about herself.  He hoped her condition
would improve soon; he didn't have enough energy to deal with
everything at home *and* school.
 
    After a few more minutes of lying together, Martin helped
Rachel get up.  She really needed to use the restroom, and was sweaty
enough to require a shower.  He kissed her, briefly, one more time
before letting her go.  He headed out to the living room while she
collected things for her shower.
 
    "How is she?" Katie asked nervously.  It was Katie's main
task to look after Rachel, and today's attack had scared her.
 
    "I think she's going to be okay.  I gather it got pretty
bad?"
 
    "She was tearing into everything in her room.  Weird that
she won't touch anything outside of her room."
 
    Martin shrugged and shook his head.  "Who knows what goes
through her mind at times like that.  She seems to be okay now.  She's
gonna take a shower."
 
    "I'd be okay if you held *me* for three hours, too," Monica
quipped from behind him.  She'd been in the kitchen getting a snack. 
He reached out and grabbed her, giving her a welcome kiss and a tight
hug.
 
    "Yeah, but it's more than just cuddling you usually want!"
Jen teased.  Monica stuck her tongue out at her.
 
    "Like you don't!" she shot back playfully.  Jen feigned
innocence, and the room laughed.  It was typical for them to try to
ease the tension in this way after dealing with Rachel.  Martin was
glad they were able to help him settle down from the stress of taking
care of her.
 
    "So, are we all acquainted now?" he asked, referring to Cat.
 
    "More or less," Sarah said.  He was quite aware of the
underlying meaning in Sarah's gaze, which said, *We *will* talk
later*.  He let it slide for now.  It wasn't something he felt like
dealing with.
 
    "Good... what's to eat?  I'm hungry."
 
 
 
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    The next day found Martin and Cat having lunch in the
cafeteria together.  Cat had yet to make it back to her dorm room since
she'd arrived at Martin's door the previous afternoon.  They'd spent
the entire evening together, and had slept in Martin's bed at the
Sarento house.  He'd been showing her around campus all morning, to
help her get the lay of the land, and just to be with her, of course.
 
    For her part, Cat just loved being with someone who treated
her as a person, rather than as a slave.  She had watched carefully the
way Martin had treated the other girls the previous night, and was
shocked to see just how much consideration he gave their feelings,
opinions, and desires.  When she had learned that he had taken Katie
Sarento only because her daughters had *asked* him to, she had been
floored.  The very notion of someone asking to make another a slave...
she had talked to the girls privately, and that conversation had
resulted in a greater understanding of Martin, and a deeper desire to
be with him.
 
    As they munched away at their food, Martin asked, "Say, I
was thinking that tomorrow we could go out together... you know, on an
actual date-like thing."
 
    Cat chuckled at his choice of words.  "Ooh, a date-like
thing!  We haven't done that before!  What did you have in mind?"
 
    "Well, I've shown you the campus, but you haven't seen the
rest of Rio Lobos.  There are some special spots here that you really
should see... but they're best seen with a close friend."
 
    "Mmmm," she purred.  "Do I qualify as a close friend?"
 
    "You get any closer, and they'll have to separate us
surgically," he said seriously.
 
    "I'd love to see the town with you," she assured him.
 
    He smiled at her, and then, to subdue the overly emotional
turn the conversation had suddenly taken, he asked, "So, do you have
your class schedule yet?"
 
    Cat smiled.  She had unintentionally made him
uncomfortable, but he was cute when he was blushing, she decided.  His
statement concerning their closeness had been very special to her, but
she wouldn't press the situation.  "Yeah, it was in my mailbox this
morning."  She dug it out of her purse and handed it to him.
 
    Martin looked down the list.  Most of her professors, he
didn't know, because they weren't in his areas of interest.  One
certain professor, though...
 
    "You have Dr. Preston for Calc I."
 
    "Yeah... is that bad?  Tough teacher?"
 
    "Hmm," Martin said noncommittally.  "I think I'd better
take you to meet Dr. Preston.  You keep saying you're going to have
trouble with Calculus.  Better to get a head start on that problem."
 
    "Okay... thanks."
 
    After they finished lunch, Martin led Cat over to the Math
and Sciences building.  She noticed that he seemed to know exactly
where he was going when he walked in, and that he didn't even look
around for Dr. Preston's office, but went right to it.  Martin knocked
on the door.
 
    "Come in," a voice said.  Cat had her first hint when she
realized that Dr. Preston was a woman.
 
    Martin entered the room, and walked over to Lianna.  When
Cat came in the room, she closed the door, having some idea of what
kind of conversation this was going to be.
 
    The easiest way for Martin to give Lianna the message about
who Cat was, was for him to simply lean down and kiss her.  When he did
this, she kissed back passionately, losing track of where she was and
who was around her.  At that moment, all she knew was that her master
was kissing her.
 
    Martin pulled her up from her chair, and she immediately
pressed herself against him.  They stayed like that for a long moment
before Martin gently, and reluctantly, pulled her away from him.
 
    "Thank you, Master," Lianna whispered very quietly.  "I
needed that."
 
    Martin smiled at her.  "Lianna, I wanted you to meet one of
your new students.  This is Cat.  I think I mentioned her to you... we
met at the Grand Canyon.  She's transferred here this semester."
 
    There was a knowing look in Lianna's eyes, and Cat suddenly
felt the evaluative gaze of the older woman.  Their eyes met, and there
was a communication that passed between them that took no words.
 
    "You two are... together?" Lianna asked delicately.
 
    "Yes," Martin replied.
 
    "Welcome," Lianna said to Cat, who nodded with a smile. 
She felt uncertain of just what was happening, but was willing to let
Martin lead.  "How do you like Rio Lobos so far?" Lianna asked.
 
    "I haven't seen very much of the city.  Marty offered to
show me around tomorrow."
 
    Lianna nodded.  "You should take her to The Garden," Lianna
told Marty.  There was a special meaning to that, though Cat didn't
understand.
 
    "I had intended to.  Listen, Lianna, remember the trouble I
had first semester with Calculus?"
 
    "It would be impossible for me to forget Ma....um, Marty."
 
    Martin chuckled at her almost-slip.  "You don't have to
fake it around her," he said, indicating Cat.  "She knows.  Anyway, Cat
believes she's going to have as much trouble as I did.  Do you think
you can help her?"
 
    "Anything at all for you, Master," Lianna said, relieved at
being able to address him properly.  Cat took note of the relief on
Lianna's face, and was surprised by it, but said nothing.
 
    "Good.  I don't want her to get all stressed out over it
like I did... of course, relieving the stress was fun..."  Lianna
blushed crimson at that remark.  Martin leaned over and whispered, "And
I think that there will be some stress building up next week that you
need to help me relieve, too."  Lianna's blush grew even deeper, but
she also smiled widely.  Martin gave her a hug and a quick kiss, but
then stepped away from her.
 
    "I don't want to take up too much of your day.  I just
wanted to make sure you guys knew each other... uh... 'fully' before
any misunderstandings happened."
 
    Lianna nodded far more knowingly than Cat did.  She still
could not fully forgive herself for her indiscretion over Christmas
break.  Her master had seemingly forgiven her entirely, though his
remark meant that he still worried about her, and that both warmed her
heart, and stung her, because she wasn't supposed to cause her master
concerns.  She was supposed to remove concerns from his life.
 
    "I guess I'll see you on Monday, Dr. Preston..." Cat said.
 
    "Please, when we're alone, you can call me Lianna.  Any
good friend of Martin's... well, I'd like to think is a good friend of
mine."
 
    "Okay, great... Lianna... Maybe we can talk some, later."
 
    "I'd like that."
 
    "C'mon, Cat.  She obviously has work to do... and I think
I'm distracting her."  Lianna smiled at him as they left.  He gave her
a final wave and a wink before he closed the door, and Lianna was still
distracted for a long time after he left.
 
 
 
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    Cat had needed to settle in, and so Martin dropped her off
at her dorm room.  He noted that her roommate had not shown up yet. 
That was not entirely unusual, and he figured whoever it was would
arrive later that afternoon.  He had told Cat that he would see her in
the morning.
 
    Now, here he was, standing outside her door.  For some
reason, he didn't feel as nervous with Cat as he had with Sarah.  He
thought perhaps he was getting overconfident, and then realized it
probably had more to do with the fact that it was fairly obvious that
she wanted to be with him.  People don't move hundreds of miles for the
fun of it - at least, not usually.
 
    He knocked on the door, and waited.  He wasn't surprised by
the wait; he'd had to wait almost every time he'd gone to pick up a
girl.  This time, he was a little surprised by why he'd had to wait.
 
    "Karen!" Martin said.  He tried not to look her up and down
too obviously, but she was wearing a half-closed robe, and it didn't
look like she had on very much under it.  He remembered her from last
semester.  Karen had been in Martin's computer class.  They had been
together just once.  He noted now the blush on her face.
 
    "Hey, Marty," she said softly.  "Sorry, I just got up, and
Cat's in the bathroom.  C'mon in."
 
    "Is she decent?" he asked, not moving.
 
    "You tell me," Karen shot back good-naturedly with a
womanly smile.  Martin blushed.  He stepped in so she could close the
door, and went to sit in a chair to wait for Cat.  Karen knocked on the
bathroom door to let her know that she had company.
 
    Martin felt awkward.  He had not spent any further time
with Karen after their one fling, which had been part of his training
exercises last Spring.  She didn't seem to regret the experience, but
neither had she made any attempt to follow up.  He figured that was
okay, and was glad that someone was acting more or less normally around
him.
 
    His thoughts were interrupted when the door to the bathroom
opened.  Cat stepped out wearing a loose, light green blouse, and tight
jeans.  She smiled when she saw him, and twirled.  "How do I look?"
 
    "Fantastic," he said, entirely meaning it.  He didn't know
how she could make such ordinary clothes look so stunning, but she
did.  He stood up, and walked to her.  She put her arms around him, and
they kissed.  His hands slid around to her lower back, pulling her
against him gently.  They stayed that way until they heard an 'ahem'
from behind them.
 
    "If you two keep doing that in here, I'm going to get
jealous... so could you, like, get going or something?"
 
    Cat giggled at her, and turned to Marty.  "So, where are we
off to?"
 
    "We'll start out with Rio Lobos's favorite green spot, The
Garden."
 
    "Cool.  Let's go."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    When the couple arrived at The Garden and got out, Cat
said, "Mm, first time I've gotten to ride in your little green
rocket... you don't drive like a Mustang owner."
 
    "Not with you in the car, I don't," he replied, and then
blushed.  She thought his blush was cute, and the sentiment was very
endearing.  She put her arm through his and laid her head on his
shoulder.  He smiled down at her, but then extricated his arm from her
grasp.  She almost frowned, until he wrapped his arm around her waist
and pulled her close to him.  She relaxed, slipping her arm around his
waist, and then they walked into the park.
 
    'Park', however, was such an understatement of the work
that continually went into this place.  There was an entire crew of
city employees whose jobs were contained entirely within the park
perimeter.  Although The Garden was covered in grass, almost no one
walked on it.  Wide cobblestone paths were constructed to allow people
to amble through the park.  Fountains and birdbaths were numerous, and
it was the wildlife that provided the action in this setting.
 
    Martin walked with Cat until they were roughly in the
middle of The Garden, picked a bench amidst several empty ones, and sat
down.  She immediately scooted over until she was pressed as tightly
against him as she could, and leaned her head on his shoulder again. 
Martin wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and they remained like
that, just being quiet together, for a long moment.
 
    "So, what does your family think of your coming here?"
Martin asked softly.
 
    Cat shrugged.  "Beats me.  I didn't tell them I was coming
here."
 
    "You *what*?" he asked, startled.
 
    "I left a note telling them that I was tired of their crap,
and that I was going somewhere else.  I didn't say where... and I never
told them where you were from.  So, they have no idea where I am right
now."
 
    "Cat..."
 
    "That's how I needed it to be, Marty.  If they knew where I
was, they'd have *already* been here to force me to come back home."
 
    "Nobody's going to force you to do anything while I can
stop it.  You're an adult now, and you get to make your own decisions."
 
    "They would reject the very concept of it," she replied.
 
    "Maybe.  But the Rio Lobos Police Department wouldn't."
 
    "You'd call the cops on them?" Cat asked, sitting back in
surprise and looking him in the face.
 
    "No, I'd beat the crap out of them.  But I'd tell the cops
I was preventing you from being kidnapped by your family in order to
keep myself out of jail."  He smiled at her, and his eyes conveyed the
truth of his statement.  She leaned in, and pulled his head down so
that she could kiss him.  They kept their kiss gentle, since they were
in public, but no one was around them to be offended, so they did let
it stretch for quite some time.
 
    Finally, Cat pulled back and looked him in the eye again. 
"No one's ever stood up for me like that."
 
    "I gathered.  I don't mean to run down your family, Cat,
but they're a bunch of assholes."
 
    "Go ahead and run them down... well, rent a car; no point
in spoiling the Mustang."  Martin laughed at her joke, and embraced her
again.  The two sat for a little bit, but then they got up to wander
around the park some more.
 
    "This is a wonderful place," she said after a while.
 
    "Yeah.  They spend a lot of money on this place, but they
actually voted to do this, which is why no one complains.  They pay an
extra tax for this park."
 
    "I think it's worth it."
 
    "I do, too, but I don't have to pay the tax," he said with
a smile.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The couple walked out of the park and down a street to get
lunch from a small diner.  When they entered and sat down, they hadn't
paid any real attention to the other people in the restaurant.
 
    Apparently, their waitress was busy enough that she didn't
pay any attention to who her customers were, either.  "Good afternoon,
folks.  Today's special is lasagna.  Are you ready to order yet?"  The
spiel was so obviously repeated a hundred times a day.
 
    Martin, trying to rattle this person into paying attention
said, "Miss Sanders, I thought I hired you for a much better position
than *this*."  He winked at Cat, who tried not to giggle.
 
    The waitress blinked hard, and then paid more attention. 
"Marty!"  Without thinking, she leaned over and gave him a hug.  "Geez,
I'm sorry.  Your mind sort of zonks out when you work here for too
long."
 
    "I see that.  Georgia, this is Cat.  She's new in town, and
attending the school.  Cat, this is Georgia.  She's an old friend from
school."
 
    They both politely exchanged greetings, and then Georgia
said, "Are you guys ready to order?"
 
    "I am," Cat said.  "I'll just have a burger, well done,
with fries and a Sprite.  And I've got to go make a pit-stop, so I'll
be right back."  Martin watched as Cat wiggled out of the booth, and
made her way back to the restroom.  Martin motioned Georgia to sit for
a minute.
 
    "I thought you were going home."
 
    "I did.  Things... didn't work out there.  My parents are
pretty upset with my lack of performance.  So, I figured, until I could
figure out what I wanted to do, I'd just get myself a job somewhere.  I
didn't want to live in the same rat-hole town my parents live in, so...
I came back here."
 
    Martin sensed that she wasn't giving him the whole story,
but then, he had no reason to expect her to; they weren't all that
close.  He nodded.  "Well, gee, I guess our little good-bye party
wasn't necessary, then.  Fun," he added quickly, "but unnecessary."  He
watched her blush at the comment.
 
    "Marty, I..." she couldn't really put her thought into
words, and he waved it off.  "So, Cat's your new girlfriend?"
 
    "Something like that," he said, uncomfortable about the
issue of girlfriends.  "I met her while I was on vacation."
 
    "And she decided to move here?  Wow."
 
    "You're telling me. I..." his voice trailed off as he saw
Cat coming out of the bathroom.  He nodded in that direction, and
Georgia got the message.  She stood up and smiled at him.
 
    "Let me guess... you want what she's having?"
 
    "Well, except I want root beer instead of Sprite..."
 
    "I'll go get your orders," Georgia said with a chuckle, and
walked away just as Cat returned to the table and sat down.
 
    "Just how good a friend *is* she?" Cat asked.  Martin
detected no jealousy, but he still worried over it.
 
    "Well, mainly we were just friends... but Sarah did make me
use her a couple of times during training... and when I thought that
she was going home permanently, we did spend one more night together. 
I do like her quite a bit."
 
    "I can tell.  She likes you, too."
 
    Martin shrugged, not really knowing how to respond to that.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Lunch passed uneventfully for the couple, as they discussed
school and what Cat should expect for her first semester at NMSS. 
Eventually, they had to get up to leave.  Cat made no comment, and
tried not to laugh, at the size of the tip Martin left their waitress. 
They walked out of the diner with a wave to Georgia, who smiled back,
but didn't say anything.
 
    Martin and Cat walked back toward the park, and then they
noticed that the horse and carriage was out.  Normally, the horses
weren't allowed out during the middle of the day because of the heat,
but today was a fairly cool day, and so the carriage drivers were out
plying their trade.
 
    "You want to take a ride around the city?  It's a nice way
to see the sights..."
 
    "I'd love to."
 
    Martin helped her up into the carriage, and then climbed in
himself.  He told the driver, "We want to see all the historic places
in Rio Lobos."
 
    "Yes, sir," the driver replied, and urged the horses into
motion.  Martin sat back and put his arm around Cat, and the two
relaxed together as they were carried around the city in comfort.
 
 
 
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    The carriage ride took a good portion of their afternoon. 
It had also cost Martin a pretty penny, but he didn't care.  This
wasn't something he did every day, so it didn't bother him.  By the
time they finished the ride, and wound up back at The Garden, it was
nearly four o'clock in the afternoon.  The elderly, retired man who had
been their driver had given them a good tour, and had been a source of
information about the city, as well.  Martin tipped the man beyond the
cost of the ride, which hadn't been excessive, given the length of the
trip.
 
    The couple now discussed what they should do.  They
wandered through the park, thinking about it for a while.  Oddly, they
ended up on the bridge looking down at the fish in the river.
 
    "What's between you and my new roommate?" Cat asked.
 
    Martin blushed.  "Another training encounter," he said, not
wanting to elaborate on it.
 
    "She doesn't like you?"
 
    "Oh, I think we get along okay, now..."
 
    "Hmmm.  Well, tell you what, we've had a long day so far. 
Why don't we just go back to your place and relax?"
 
    Martin nodded.  "Sounds like a plan."
 
 
 
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    When the couple arrived at Martin's room, Cat slumped down
onto the sofa.  She was clearly already in a relaxed state.
 
    "You want a soda?" he asked.  She nodded, and he grabbed
two out of his small fridge.  He sank down beside her, and handed hers
to her.  He popped his open before he wrapped his arm around her, but
then he pulled her in close, wanting to feel her near him.  She came
readily.
 
    "So... have I met all of your girls... at least the ones
that live here?" she asked.
 
    "I...*think* so.  There were a couple of other girls, like
Karen, that were just part of my training, but they're not really
important."
 
    "Hmmm.  Is that what you say about me to them?" she asked
mischievously.
 
    Martin wasn't sure how to tell her that under no
circumstances would he tell anyone she was unimportant.  He hugged her
more tightly and said, "No."
 
    Cat smiled to herself, and snuggled up to him, pulling her
legs up on the couch.  There, the two rested for a long time, just
talking about nothing in particular, and enjoying the company.  It had
been, and was, a good day.
 
 
 
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    Martin and Cat had ended up spending the night together,
and had also spent a good chunk of Sunday just lounging about getting
to know each other.  Finally, Cat decided she should spend some time
getting to know her roommate.  Martin walked her back to her dorm room,
giving her a good-bye kiss at the door.  Karen rolled her eyes
theatrically at the two, but they ignored her.
 
    The next day was school registration, which meant that they
both had a lot of running around to do.  For the most part, they tried
to do it together, but there were times they had to be separated, as
they had different tasks to accomplish at the same time.  Ultimately,
by five o'clock that afternoon, they'd finished, which had been a
bigger job for Cat, since she was a transfer student.  They were
walking back to her dorm room now.
 
    "Thanks for all your help, Marty.  I didn't want to have to
face this alone."
 
    "Never happen, Cat," he said, stifling a yawn.  Cat looked
at him with a warm smile.
 
    "I wore you out today, didn't I?"
 
    "Only mentally.  I'm okay, but registration always does
this to me."
 
    "Oh.  Well, why don't you go home and relax?  Better yet,
why don't you go to your *other* home and relax?" she said with a
smile.  "Personally, I'm bushed."  Which explained why she would
suggest he ask someone else to help him relax.
 
    He kissed her softly and smiled.  "Okay, that sounds like a
good idea.  I'll see you tomorrow at lunch?"
 
    "Count on it."  They kissed good-bye, and then they
parted.  Martin walked out to his car and slid behind the wheel.
 
    *She's right.  What I need is something to perk me up,
really.*  Martin made his way across town to - as Cat had called it -
his *other* home.
 
    Monica was in the front yard tending to some flowers when
he pulled up.  She stood as he got out of the car.  Two seconds later
they were kissing, and she had wrapped her body around his.
 
    "Geez, Monica, I know I haven't been around for a couple of
days, but... wow!"
 
    Monica giggled, aware that she was behaving like a kid, but
not caring.  "I missed you," she explained unnecessarily.
 
    "I see that.  When you have to resort to playing with the
flowers..." he said, teasing.
 
    Monica swatted him.  "You know I like working in the flower
garden!"  He kissed her again in contrition, and she gave in, melting
against him as they walked into the house.
 
    That act caused a flurry of activity, in that every female
in the house came to him all at once.  Well, *almost* every female...
 
    "Where's your mom?" Martin asked Jen.
 
    "She just stepped into the shower, she said she was going
to take a nice long one, to relax.  You know, it seems like we never
run out of hot water here."
 
    "You don't.  It's not a normal tanked system.  It's one of
the things that made your mom buy the house."  Thinking about why Katie
had moved down here made him realize that he'd not been spending enough
time with her at all.  She was as needy as the others, but somehow he
overlooked her too easily.
 
    "Everything okay here?' he asked Sarah
 
    "Yeah, no problems.  Even Rachel's been having a fairly
easy time of it."
 
    "Good.  Since there's nothing wrong, I'm going to go... say
'hi' to Katie."
 
    The girls giggled, knowing exactly what *that* meant.
 
 
 
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    When Martin entered the bathroom, it was clear that Katie
was already immersed in her shower.  He could hear her softly humming
to herself as the water splashed over her body.  He undressed quickly
as he watched her form through the frosted glass.  She hadn't noticed
his shadow outside of the shower, so he figured she was probably pretty
engrossed in her thoughts.  He didn't think he could open the shower
door without her noticing, though.
 
    He turned out to be wrong, however.  As he closed the
shower door behind himself, he realized that Katie had not turned to
look at him, and she was not acknowledging his presence at all.  Since
that was highly unlike her, he figured she still thought she was
alone.  *Well, we'll fix that...*
 
    Martin softly placed his hands on Katie's waist, allowing
the warmth to flow at an elevated level from his hands into her body. 
Whatever shock she might have felt was overshadowed by the wonderful
feelings her body was experiencing.  Of course, she immediately knew
who was in the shower with her now; only one person could ever make her
feel that good.
 
    "Hello, Marty," she said softly.  She'd finally gotten used
to calling him by his name, and he was glad, because it felt weird to
have someone older than him addressing him as 'Master'.  Even with
Lianna, it bugged him occasionally, but Lianna acted so much the child
in his presence that he was able to overlook it.
 
    Not Katie, however.  Katie was all woman, and that was just
fine with Martin.
 
    "Hi, Katie," he said, running his hands around to her
abdomen and pulling her gently back against him.  "How are you doing
today?"
 
    "Up until now, it was okay.  Just now it got a hell of a
lot better."  He caressed her sensually, moving his fingers gently
across her skin, and she moaned.
 
    "I realized that I hadn't spent much time with you in the
last week or so," Martin said by way of explanation, "and figured I'd
fix that."
 
    "It's okay, Marty.  I know I'm not as beautiful as the
other girls."
 
    "The hell you're not," Martin said with passion.  "You are
every bit as beautiful as your daughters, and the other girls.  You're
just not as aggressive in asking for my time.  I *want* to take care of
you, Katie... but there's only one of me, and I can't know everything
I'm supposed to know."
 
    Katie turned herself around in his embrace, and she kissed
him warmly.  "It's okay, Marty.  Truth be told, you try harder to make
me happy than my husband used to."  Martin noted only a wistful sadness
when she referred to him, and he thought that was okay.  "And I'm *not*
as young as those girls, and so I don't need you quite as often as they
do.  Of course, if we get into how often I *want* you..."  She kissed
him again, pressing her body fully against his.  She could feel his
erect cock trapped between them, and she wanted it trapped somewhere
else.
 
    Martin knew what she wanted, and by the time she'd gotten
done kissing him, it was exactly what he wanted, too.  He let his hands
slip down onto her ass, pulling her even more strongly against his
body.  He pressed his tongue into her mouth, and their tongues began to
wrestle as his hands continued to knead her ass, arousing her even
further.
 
    After a few moments, Martin began to grow frustrated with
this posture.  It was far too difficult for them to have sex this way,
and so he pushed away from her gently.  He thought for a moment, and
then the obvious hit him.
 
    The shower they were in was equipped with a built-in bench,
and so he sat down on it.  He motioned Katie to himself, and she came
readily, but seemed unclear about how to proceed.  He gingerly took
hold of her hips and turned her to face away from himself, and then
began to slowly pull her backward into his lap.
 
    Katie, getting the idea, reached down to take his prick in
hand.  She kept it positioned so that as she sat down, his cock sunk
deep into her wet and willing pussy.  She sighed as she finally came to
rest in his lap, and immediately leaned back against Martin.
 
    Martin's hands moved up to fondle and stroke Katie's tits,
his fingers sliding inward until they found her nipples.  Once they
did, he began to tweak and twist her nipples in his fingers, rolling
them gently and causing Katie to moan softly.
 
    Katie could remain like this all night, and the warmth was
enough to keep her fully aroused throughout, but she knew it was her
job to get her master off, and she didn't think he wanted to stay like
this for hours.  Slowly, she began to rock herself back and forth,
moving ever so slightly on his cock.  The small movements began to ramp
up her own arousal, and she used her legs to help her move more
aggressively on his prick.
 
    Martin, meanwhile, continued to pleasantly assault Katie's
nipples.  He pulled them taut, and he felt her body shiver when he
did.  He didn't want her to go too fast; he wanted this to be a slow,
pleasant session, and so he pulled her back against him again, forcing
her to slow down.  He used his own hips to keep the friction up, but he
was in no hurry for this to end.
 
    Katie realized that she had misread his mood, and so
decided to let him lead, as she knew he was more than capable of
doing.  She moaned out again as she felt her body tingling, and with
her entire back pressed against him, the warmth was passing into her
through half her body, and it was an almost overwhelming sensation. 
She could feel Martin's dick moving in small strokes in and out of her
pussy, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.  She was aware of
her heat rising, of her body's beginning ascent to the heights of
bliss, and she welcomed it.
 
    Martin could feel the changes in his partner's body, and he
continued his movements, allowing her to ride the wave to its crest,
and he held on for the ride as she groaned loudly and came.  Her body
shivered strongly in orgasm, and her cries filled the small chamber.
 
    When Katie began to descend from her peak, she settled back
against Martin again.  He returned to his small movements, keeping
himself fully aroused as he waited for Katie to catch her breath.
 
    Katie was having a hard time catching her breath because
Martin was still arousing her so strongly.  She could feel her pussy
begin to tingle, already eager for its next orgasm.
 
    Katie worried, though, that Martin's legs would get tired
or worse, go to sleep.  She lifted herself off his lap, and turned
around, crooking her finger in a 'come here' motion, with a wanton
smile on her face.  When he got up and came to her, she wrapped her
slender arms around him, and kissed him hotly, her tongue plunging into
his mouth.  She let her hands roam down to his ass, squeezing and
kneading his butt until she felt she was really ready for more.
 
    Martin almost protested when Katie pulled away from him,
but he realized what she was doing when she stepped over and put her
hands on the edge of the bench.  This raised her ass nicely into the
air, and presented her pussy in all its glory as she spread her legs
apart.  It was more than clear what she was inviting him to do.
 
    Martin stepped in behind her, and slipped his dick into her
waiting cunt.  He grunted as Katie used her pussy muscles to squeeze
his dick and pull him deeper.  Martin began to thrust in slow, deep
strokes, allowing her to feel his entire length with each movement. 
Katie moaned in contentment, enjoying the feel of him within her again.
 
    For his part, Martin was aware of how close he had come to
his own orgasm before she had stopped.  He knew he wouldn't last too
much longer, but he wanted to give her one more climax before they were
through.  He started to move in shorter, faster strokes, keeping their
coupling loving, but driving them both toward completion.
 
    Katie began to moan more strongly, pushing her hips back at
her lover.  Martin rested his hands on her hips, using them for
leverage and occasionally caressing her ass with one or the other.  She
was in ecstasy as he massaged her body not only with his hands, but
with the warmth that flowed in waves over her consciousness.  It felt
almost as if he was pulsing it into her, and that drove her wilder than
the steady stream of it ever had.  She began to thrust back harder,
urging him to go faster, and he did, pushing deeper into her.
 
    Soon their moans and cries filled the entire bathroom and
could be clearly heard in the hallway, though no one stopped to
listen.  Their bodies moved in unison, driving each other toward the
cliff.  As Martin reached down to once again fondle Katie's breasts,
she plunged off the cliff, and her consciousness was falling into the
warm, lusty feelings of orgasm and Martin's warmth.  Her pussy began to
ripple along his shaft, squeezing, almost milking him.  It had the
desired effect, and Martin came, hard.  He shoved himself deep into her
and blasted his cum deep into her womb, letting out a growl of passion
as he did so.
 
    The pair bucked against each other for a solid half-minute,
and it was several more minutes before they settled down enough to
regain their senses.  They parted reluctantly, Martin's cock slipping
out of her warm sheath slowly.  Katie turned and embraced Martin again,
kissing him more tenderly this time.
 
    "I'll wash your back if you wash mine," she said after
their kissing stopped.
 
    "Are you sure that's safe?" he asked.  "You think we can
control ourselves long enough to get clean?"  He grinned, and she
chuckled.
 
    "I think we can chance it.  You may be irresistible, but
I'm not sure I have enough energy left for you."  She kissed him again.
 
    "Well, you may not be eighteen anymore, but you're still
one hot woman," Martin assured her.  "And I love you."
 
 
 
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