 
                --===Program Alpha-Omega, Chapter 9===--
 
Program Alpha-Omega
 
 
 
Episode 9: Upgrades
 
 
 
    Zack was once again zipping around town on his scooter.  He
was really just killing time; he had nothing better to do, had no work
from his college courses, and the Selmans all had plans for this
afternoon, at least for another hour yet.  Thus, Zack was left to his
own devices about what to do.  He could go visit Stephanie, but he
honestly wasn't in the mood for sex right now, and that was all she
usually wanted.
 
    Zack nearly fell off his scooter as he passed the Harley
Davidson dealership.  On prominent display was a very nice Navy blue
touring bike.  He recovered quickly, and pulled into the drive.  He
knew there was no way he could afford the bike, but that would not stop
him from drooling over it.
 
    Zack felt slightly embarrassed to be riding a scooter in
the presence of a bike such as the...
 
    "Ultra Classic Electro-Glide, 100th Anniversary Edition. 
You like it?" the salesman, who had come up behind him, said.
 
    "That's like asking if I like breathing," Zack said, awed
by the power embodied by such a machine.  He ran his hand along the
handlebars, and then across the seat.
 
    "Hop on," the man said.  Zack kicked his leg up and over,
and settled into the comfortable leather.  He reached out and grabbed
the handlebars, and felt perfectly at home on the bike.
 
    "You have a driver's license?" the man asked.
 
    "Yeah.  Just can't afford a car.  I sure as hell can't
afford *this*," he said with a frown.
 
    "You could win it.  This bike is the prize in our contest
this weekend."
 
    "What do I have to do?"
 
    "Just fill out a card and join our mailing list."
 
    "Even I can do that," Zack said with a smile.  As he
climbed off the bike, he pulled out his PDA.  It might be cheating, but
he wanted the bike.  Since it was a freebie to *someone*, why not to
him?  He called up a script as he walked behind the man into the
office.  When the man walked around his desk to get the entry card,
Zack held up his PDA.
 
    "What's..." the man said, before the program took over his
mind.  Zack waited for the fifty-eight-second routine to finish.  Once
it did, the man shrugged three times.  Zack smiled to himself as he put
the PDA away.
 
    "So, how can I be of service?" the man asked.
 
    "I want to win that bike," Zack explained.  "How is the
winner chosen?"
 
    The man pointed to a box.  "We put all the entries in
there, and then we shake it up, reach in, and pick one."
 
    "Are you doing the picking?"
 
    "You bet!" the man said with a smile.
 
    "Okay, here's what we're going to do..."
 
 
 
    Zack hung around for about an hour and a half, just
drooling over the bikes in the lot, waiting for the drawing, which was
scheduled for two o'clock.  When the time rolled around, there were
about fifty people waiting at the dealership to find out if they'd
won.  There were considerably more cards than that in the box, too.
 
    The salesman, whose name was Ted, brought the box out into
the open, and set it down on a table.
 
    "Any last-minute entries?" he called out.  Everyone there
had already entered long ago.  Ted nodded, and then he and a coworker
shook the box, mixing up all the cards, so that the drawing would be as
random as possible.
 
    It wouldn't *really* be, though.  Once they were done
shaking the box, they took off the lid, and Ted reached in.  He sifted
through the cards, back and forth, until his hand hit the bottom of the
box.  Sitting on the bottom of the box, stapled in place, was Zack's
card.  It was an old trick, but still effective.  The staple was done
in such a way that it made only one small hole in the card, and a quick
jerk freed the card from the staple.  Most of the cards were beat up
with dings and small tears in them by now, and no one was going to
notice the exceedingly small tear made by the staple.
 
    Ted pulled the card out, and flipped it over so he could
read the name there.  "Our winner," he said loudly, making sure
everyone could hear him, "is... Zack Griffin, from here in Martina!" 
Many in the crowd groaned, but everyone clapped politely as Zack gave a
big, "YES!" and made his way to the front.  He had to make it look
good; he wasn't supposed to be expecting it.  He had a big smile
plastered on his face that was not feigned at all.  This was going to
be fun.
 
    All right, Zack, if you'll just stand here so we can take
your picture for the promotion..."  Zack happily went through all the
rigmarole that was required for the contest.  In another half-hour, he
had signed all the paperwork, and Ted handed him the keys.  Ted had
already forgotten that he had cheated to let Zack win the contest, and
so he was quite happy for the young man.
 
    Zack had to place a phone call, though.  He now had two
vehicles to get home, and only one rider.
 
    "Hey, Mary.  It's Zack.  Is Brian home?"  He whistled a
tune while waiting for his friend to come on the line.  "Hey, Brian.  I
need your truck.  My scooter needs a ride home...I'm at the
Harley-Davidson dealership...You'll see.  See you in a bit."
 
    Zack hung up the phone and turned to Ted.  "Thanks."  He
shook Ted's hand.
 
    "Don't thank me, thank the owner.  It was his contest. 
Personally, I wouldn't mind having one of those myself!"
 
    Zack laughed as he headed outside to wait for Brian.  He
hopped back on the bike to get a feel for it.  It felt so *right* to
him; his body just settled right into place.  It wasn't a sport bike,
but Zack was sure that there was enough power in this Harley to suit
him just fine.  He wasn't a speed demon, anyway.
 
    "Don't forget your helmet," Ted said.  He'd walked out with
him.  He picked up the helmet off the scooter, and handed it to Zack. 
Zack grabbed it.
 
    "Thanks.  I'm waiting for my friend, though, so he can take
my scooter home.  I think this is a much nicer way to get around."
 
    "Ain't it the truth!" Ted said.  "You have a good one!"  As
Ted walked away, Brian pulled into the parking lot.  He climbed out of
the truck with Wendy in tow.
 
    "Hey, Zack," Brian said.  "What's up, the scooter crap out
on you?  Nice bike," Brian said belatedly.
 
    "Really, you think so?  It's mine."
 
    "What?" both siblings said at once.  "You're joking,
right?" Brian asked.  "That thing's got to cost an arm and a leg."
 
    "Won it in a contest.  They had a drawing for it."
 
    "Cool!" Wendy said enthusiastically.  "Can I have a ride?"
she asked, sidling up to her boyfriend.
 
    Zack frowned for a second.  She didn't have a helmet.  Then
he said, "Let's get you a helmet first.  I'm not risking your life for
a joyride."
 
    Zack and Wendy walked back into the showroom, and took a
look at the helmets on the wall.  Wendy picked out one that was in
candy-apple red, with the Harley logo on the back and an eagle
emblazoned on each side.
 
    "You have very good taste, young lady," Ted said.
 
    "Thank you."
 
    Zack paid for the helmet, and then the couple went back out
to the bike.  Zack had meant to help Brian load the scooter, but by the
time they got back outside, he already had it in the back of his pickup.
 
    "I guess you want me to take this to your house?"
 
    "Yeah.  We might be a bit behind you..."
 
    Brian laughed.  "I figured.  Just don't take all day, okay?"
 
    "Sure thing.  Hop on, Angel," Zack said to Wendy.  She
climbed on the back of the bike and then fastened her helmet in place. 
Zack's was already on, and he turned the key to start the bike.  The
rumble went through both of them like the purr of a very powerful
jungle cat.  Wendy shivered, and grabbed for Zack's waist.  He raised
the kickstand, and off they went.  His house was north of where they
were.  He turned east.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Zack and Wendy didn't ride for too long.  After about
fifteen minutes, Zack rode over to the Selman's, and dropped Wendy
off.  Mary, having heard the thunder of the cycle, stepped outside to
see what was going on.  She caught Zack and Wendy in a heated kiss.
 
    "Mm.  Wouldn't mind one of those myself," Mary said.  "Nice
bike, too."
 
    Zack smiled at her, and pulled her into his arms.  He
kissed her full on the lips.  Mary worried momentarily about the
neighbors, but figured it was already too late, and so she kissed him
back with fervor.  The two separated after a few seconds.
 
    "Where'd you get it?" Mary asked.
 
    "I won it in a drawing at the dealership.  Never thought
I'd have one of these while I was still in high school.
 
    "Is it legal for you to ride that at your age?"
 
    "We passed two cops on the way over here.  They didn't stop
us," Zack said, shrugging.  "I'll deal with all the legal stuff on
Monday."  He turned to Wendy.  "What say you and I go for a little trip
tomorrow, take a bike ride?"
 
    "Okay!" Wendy replied enthusiastically.  She hugged him
again, and they kissed for a minute.
 
    "I'd better go home.  Brian's waiting for us to get back."
 
    "See you tomorrow," Wendy said cheerfully.
 
    "You got it."  Zack lowered the visor on his helmet, and
was off, leaving an echoing thunder behind him.
 
 
 
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    The next morning, Zack woke up and showered, then hurried
through breakfast.  As expected, his parents had not made a big fuss
over the motorcycle.  His father had told him they would add it to
their insurance on Monday.  Zack figured he could get through the
weekend without a problem.  He packed a quick lunch, threw some things
into the storage box on the bike, and he was off.  It was only nine
o'clock, but he figured Wendy would be ready.  If not, he could always
enjoy waking her up.
 
    As expected, Wendy was far from asleep when he arrived. 
She was sitting on the couch, staring out the window when he pulled
up.  He didn't even have a chance to get off the bike before she was
out the door, running toward him.  He smiled at her as she collided
with him, jumping up to embrace him tightly.  He held her warmly for a
few seconds, then let her down.
 
    "Gee, I'm not sure.  Do you really want to go on this trip?"
 
    "You turkey!  Where do I put this stuff?"
 
    "Left side box.  Just pop the latch; it's not locked."  She
did, and then she put on her helmet.  She struggled her way onto the
bike, and then wrapped her arms around his chest.
 
    "C'mon, let's *go*!"
 
    Zack just shook his head in bemusement as he started the
bike up, and headed out of the driveway.  Out of the corner of his eye,
he saw Mary watching from the window.  She smiled and waved at them as
he sped down the street heading out of town.     

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Zack hadn't really come up with a plan for today until he'd
lain down to go to sleep the night before.  He really just wanted to
spend time with Wendy, and have fun on the bike.  But a road trip
implies that you are going somewhere, and so he'd had to come up with
some idea of where it was they were going.
 
    Wendy, of course, could not have cared less.  She was with
her boyfriend, and that was all that mattered.  Zack was not speeding
at all; he was keeping right to the posted limit, and even a little
slower at times, because he was not yet confident in his bike-handling
skills.  A trip that should have taken only an hour took them closer to
an hour and a half, but neither of them cared one way or the other. 
Zack knew the next leg of their journey was going to be a bit long, so
he didn't want to push it.
 
    Zack pulled the bike into the parking lot nearest to Zoom
Beach, at Lake Thunderbird.  They weren't too far outside of Oklahoma
City, though they weren't going there.  He waited for Wendy to hop off
before he got off himself.
 
    "So, what're we doing?" Wendy asked cheerfully.  She was
happy to be out in the sun, happy to be with Zack.  She didn't really
care what they did.
 
    "I thought, though it's a little early, that we might eat
lunch here.  The next leg of our road trip will take a while, so..."
 
    "That's cool.  I didn't have breakfast, so I'm a little
hungry, anyway.  Where to?"
 
    Zack pointed over to the picnic tables overlooking the
lake.  There were lots of people on the lake, it being a weekend with
beautiful weather.  They unpacked their lunches and stowed their
helmets, and headed for an empty table.
 
    As they sat, peacefully eating their lunch, Wendy suddenly
giggled.  When Zack looked at her, she said, "I think you made Mom
jealous, taking me all by myself."
 
    Zack smiled at her.  "I won't lie to you, your Mom is
great, and I like her a lot.  But you are my number-one girlfriend."
 
    Wendy beamed a smile at him as she took a bite of her
sandwich.  It was going to be a great day.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It didn't take long before they'd finished lunch and
cleaned up their mess.  As Wendy was putting her helmet back on, she
asked, "So where are we going now?"
 
    "I thought we'd take a little run over to Lake Tenkiller."
 
    "Hey!  I haven't been there in a couple of years!  Isn't it
a bit of a long ride, though?"
 
    "Your butt getting sore?" he asked with a chuckle.
 
    "Not at all.  Just worried about you, is all," she came
back with a vixen's smile.
 
    "Oh, anything that starts to hurt, I'm sure you'll kiss it
and make it better..."
 
    "Ooh," she said, purring the word as she climbed behind him
on the bike.
 
    "Settled back there?" he asked.  She gripped him tightly by
way of answer, and he was off.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The ride to Lake Tenkiller did take them quite a while, but
they were in no hurry to get there.  It was a warm, sunny day, and they
stopped a few times along the way to see this or that.  It was still
early afternoon when they arrived at the north end of Lake Tenkiller. 
Zack stopped the bike, and they looked out across the water.  The site
was very picturesque.
 
    "It's pretty," Wendy said.
 
    "Yeah," Zack agreed quietly.  They stared for a while, but
then he started the bike back up.  They rode along the shore of the
lake at a leisurely pace, enjoying the view and the breeze.  The road
turned away from the lake, but Zack spotted a dirt road that led toward
the shore.  He turned in, and headed slowly down the road, hoping that
he wasn't trespassing on someone's private property.
 
    When the path ended, they could see a small beach area just
on the other side of some low brush.  They got off the bike, and put
their helmets away.  Stepping out onto the beach, they each turned
their heads to take in the whole view of the lake.  From here, it was
as if they were surrounded by it.  They could see the heavily populated
area down toward the state park, but this portion of the lake was
nearly empty at the moment.  The two sat down on their own private
beach, just enjoying the sunshine.
 
    "Too bad I didn't bring a bathing suit," Wendy said.  "I
could have gotten a tan."
 
    "Why do you need a bathing suit?" Zack asked mischievously.
 
    Wendy smirked at him.  "You pervert!  There are too many
people around here for that!"
 
    Zack motioned to their left, to an area where the beach was
actually cut off from the water by bushes.  "If you lay there, no one
can see you."  He smiled wickedly, and continued, "Well, *almost* no
one..."
 
    Wendy wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. 
"If I'm going to be naked in public, it's not going to be just laying
out to get a tan."
 
    Zack feigned shock.  "Miss Selman!  What *are* you
thinking?"
 
    They both giggled, and got up to move.  They slipped down
onto the sand in the seclusion of the brush.  Zack briefly wondered how
such a strange arrangement of beach and plants happened, but his
curiosity was stifled by the pretty girl in his arms when she leaned up
and kissed him again.
 
    Zack began to unbutton Wendy's blouse as they continued to
kiss.  Her tongue wormed its way into his mouth and pleasantly
assaulted his tongue as she struggled to pull his T-shirt out of his
pants.  The pair wiggled and squirmed until finally they broke their
kiss so that they could remove each other's shirt.
 
    Zack wasted no time in getting to work removing Wendy's
bra, and exposing her wonderful tits to his sight.  She sighed, leaning
back on her arms and thrusting her chest out at him.  He leaned over to
take one of her nipples between his lips, and lapped at it with his
tongue.  Wendy mewled in pleasure.
 
    Zack allowed one of his hands to caress her other breast,
while his other hand moved down to undo her jeans.  He got her jeans
unfastened, and then he switched his mouth to the other nipple.  Wendy
was moaning constantly now, loving every second of his attention.
 
    Finally, the couple broke apart, to finish removing their
clothes.  This was slightly awkward, since neither of them wanted to
stand up to do it.  Wendy neatly piled their clothes together, making
something of a blanket out of them.  She then knelt on the clothes,
waggling her ass at Zack.  He could see the moisture seeping from her
pussy already.
 
    "C'mon!  I need you *now*!" she urged him.
 
    Zack moved in behind her, and guided his rod to her
entrance.  Wendy sighed as she felt the head of his dick beginning to
penetrate her pussy.  As he slid further into her, Zack's hands moved
forward to take hold of her tits, molding them and fondling them with
his fingers, grasping and pinching her nipples.  Wendy squealed in
delight at the pleasure.
 
    Zack pushed in until he was buried inside her cunt, and
there he paused, just enjoying the feel of her pussy gripping his
shaft.  Wendy, however, was not willing to wait; she ground her hips
back against him, and squeezed her pussy muscles, encouraging him to
take her.  A little whine escaped her lips, and Zack knew that she was
more than aroused.
 
    Zack began to thrust into Wendy, pulling out halfway and
then slamming back into her.  It wasn't long before she was grunting
with the pleasure and muttering encouragements to him.  Zack was
breathing hard, going full speed into her.  His hands continued to maul
her tits, and it was clear that she was enjoying all of it.
 
    The two bucked together, slamming into each other, moving
in perfect unison.  Their cries were muffled by the foliage, but were
still loud.  They moved against each other in passion, exerting
themselves to the fullest as they pushed each other closer and closer
to the brink of ecstasy.
 
    As Wendy came, Zack felt her emotions wash over him.  He
was almost drowning in a sea of pleasure, joy, and love.  The pleasure
of those sensations pushed him the final way, and he came inside her,
blasting his cum deep within her cunt.  The feel of his seed splashing
into her sent Wendy even higher, and the two writhed together for long
moments before their energy began to subside.  They stayed locked
together for several minutes, just relaxing and coming down from their
high.  Zack's softened dick slipped reluctantly from her pussy, and the
two finally parted.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It was difficult to clean up from their lovemaking, and
eventually, they'd both made a mad dash for the water.  They washed
themselves off, submerged up to their necks, and then they made a mad
dash out of the water.  They kept going until they were once more
beside the bike, thus hidden from view of anyone on the water.  They
both looked at each other and laughed; it was madness to do such
things, but they'd loved every second of it.
 
    The two leaned against the bike and talked as they dripped
dry.  They kissed and necked, as well, but they both knew they would
need their energy for the rest of the trip, and so they didn't go any
further.  Eventually, they were dry enough to get dressed.
 
    "That was fun," Wendy said as they were riding back out to
the highway.
 
    "Yeah, but next time, we need a blanket, and some wet
wipes!"  They both laughed as Zack pulled out onto the highway, heading
south.  There was one more place he wanted to go before they headed
home.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It wasn't long before they found themselves entering
Tanimela State Park.  Zack turned onto the scenic byway, and slowed
down.  Speed was not encouraged here.  In fact, they both lifted the
visors on their helmets, so they could get a better view of their
surroundings.  The view was beautiful, and they saw several forest
animals, most of them scampering away as they approached.
 
    At a designated point, Zack pulled the bike off the road,
and the couple got off to stretch their legs and walk around.  Zack did
a few toe-touches to stretch out his back, which was developing a
kink.  When he stood back up, he saw Wendy looking up in a tree.  He
walked over to see what she was looking at, and found her staring up at
a raccoon and its babies.
 
    "It's so cute," she said as Zack wrapped his arms around
her and pulled her gently against him.  He said nothing for a long
moment.
 
    "Love ya, Angel," he finally said quietly.  It was the
right place for it.  She turned in his arms and leaned up to kiss him. 
Their kiss was passionate, but controlled.
 
    "I love you, too," she said when they separated.  "Take me
home."  There was a lot of meaning in that statement.
 
    Zack struggled not to drive too fast.
 
 
 
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    When Zack woke up the next morning, he lay in bed for a
while, considering how his life was going.  He had three definite
girlfriends, two other possibles, and in truth, he could have any girl
he wanted.  He could easily learn anything he wanted to, and he had
recently obtained perhaps the coolest mode of transportation on the
planet.  Things were going very well for him.
 
    As he lay there, though, he realized that it was kind of
unfair that he had new wheels while his parents were still trying to
find a decent car for his mom.  He thought about how he could fix that.
 
    An idea didn't come to him until he was in the midst of
showering.  When it did come, however, it caused him to smile, and he
whistled throughout the rest of his shower.  He worked out the details
in his mind as he got dressed, and he made his way to the kitchen to
get his breakfast with a smile on his face.
 
    "Morning, Honey," his mother greeted him.  She looked like
she could use another hour or two of sleep, but she always looked like
that in the mornings.
 
    "Morning, Mom.  Hey, when were you going to go to the
insurance company today?"
 
    "On my lunch hour.  Why?"
 
    "Could you stop by the Volvo dealership?  I have to do
something for them, and I'm going to need a ride back to school.  I can
go with you to the insurance company and the DMV."
 
    "Okay, that sounds all right.  What do you have to do at
the dealership?"
 
    "Just some computer work.  Don't worry about it."
 
    She smiled at him.  "Okay, Sweetheart.  You better get
going, or you're going to be late."
 
    "I know."  He leaned over and kissed his mom on the cheek. 
"See ya."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Zack was a little later than usual getting to class, but he
was still there ten minutes before class was to start.  Of course,
Gabrielle was nowhere to be found.  She seemed to enjoy being "just" on
time.
 
    Sure enough, about two minutes before class, she came in
the door.  She smiled when she saw him waiting for her, and she made
her way over to him.  As she sat down, she leaned over, and they kissed
quickly.
 
    "Good morning," Zack said after their lips parted.  "How
was your weekend?"
 
    "Dull."
 
    "Sorry to hear that."
 
    "How about yours?"
 
    "Oh, it had its moments."
 
    "Glad someone's did.  There's nothing to do in this town,
ya know?"
 
    Zack laughed.  "I thought you were *used* to small towns."
 
    "Back home, I have all my stuff to keep me busy.  Here,
it's just... blah."
 
    "Oh, well.  You've only got... the entire rest of the
summer."  Zack chuckled as she shot him a dirty look.  They had to
settle down, though, as the teacher entered the room to begin class.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "May I help you, sir?" the saleslady asked him.  He was
unprepared for the salesperson to be a woman, but decided he could run
with it, anyway.  He'd already had to fudge a bit, since he was
supposed to be in class right now.  He'd feigned being sick, and was
ostensibly in the bathroom with diarrhea at the moment.       In truth,
he was standing in the Volvo showroom, looking at a car.
 
    He turned to the saleslady, noting in passing that she was
rather attractive.  "Yes.  Can we talk in private, please?"
 
    "Surely.  Come to my office.  We can talk there."
 
    Zack watched the woman's ass sway as he followed her back
to her office.  As she walked around her desk, he closed the door,
which thankfully had blinds on it that were already shut.
 
    "So, what can I do for you?" she asked, sitting at her desk
and looking at him.  She felt he was far too young to be a purchaser. 
She hoped she was wrong.
 
    "Well, my mom needs a car.  And I'd like to get her one."
 
    "I see," said the woman, surprised that he actually thought
he could afford one of the cars from her dealership.  "Which one would
you like?"
 
    "Well, it's not which one *I'd* like.  Personally, I'd
rather have a Hummer.  But my mom wants a Volvo.  I forget which one...
wait, I wrote it down in my PDA, let me see if I can find it."
 
    Zack pulled out his PDA, and brought up the script he'd
surreptitiously worked on during the morning.  Luckily for him, they'd
been covering a subject he already knew quite well in class.  He
readied the script, and nodded, then said, yeah, here it is.  See?"
 
    As Zack turned the PDA around, he pressed the Execute
button.  The woman was already focused on the device, and when the
program started, she was instantly enraptured by it.  Zack held his
hand steady for the next sixty seconds, until he saw the woman shrug
three times.  He put his PDA back in its holder.
 
    "So, how can I *really* help you?" the woman asked him, a
mischievous tone to her voice.
 
    "I need a car.  I don't want to pay for it.  How can we
accomplish that without you - or me, for that matter - getting into
trouble?"
 
    She chuckled at his joke, but then became serious.  "Hmmm. 
That's a tough one.  We keep records on all of our cars.  Everything's
in the computer."
 
    "Computers, I can deal with.  What else?"
 
    "Well, just the people here."
 
    "If I were to take one of your cars, and then you reported
it stolen, but the information like color and VIN number were
mis-reported..."
 
    "Our insurance would pay for the car.  If you can change
the VIN number in the computer, then your car would never be linked to
the crime.  But you'd need a title to register the vehicle..."
 
    "Which you can give me, with the *correct* VIN number on
it."
 
    The woman brightened.  "Yes, I suppose that would work. 
Which car did you want?"
 
    "The S80 outside, the charcoal-gray one."
 
    "A very nice car.  Well, you'll need to fool the computer
records.  You can use my computer here..."
 
    Zack moved around the desk, and the woman got up to let him
sit down.  She sat on her own desk, her legs crossed.  While Zack
started fiddling inside the computer, the woman got on the phone and
called to one of the people in the dealership.
 
    "Jim, could you get the charcoal gray S80 ready for
delivery?  Yes.  Thank you."  She hung up with a smile.  "It will be
ready in about ten minutes."
 
    "Good.  I should be done about then."  Zack had already
changed the dealership's records.  Right now, he was worming his way
into the factory's system through the dealership's links.  He had to
change all the records.  It wasn't hard for Zack.  In five minutes, he
had completely finished it.  He stood up, and so did the woman.
 
    "We still have another five minutes to wait.  What will we
do to kill the time?" she asked, a gleam in her eye.
 
    Zack leaned on the edge of her desk, and undid his pants. 
The woman immediately got the idea.  She sat down in her chair, and
reached for his pants.  She pulled them, and his briefs, down off his
hips.  Zack's cock sprang forth, semi-erect already.  The woman, whose
name turned out to be Sandy, licked her lips at the sight of it.
 
    It was only a second before Sandy's mouth engulfed Zack's
prick.  Her tongue wiggled along the underside of his shaft, and he
knew then that this was not going to take very long.  Her head bobbed
on his cock faster and faster, taking him fully into her throat.  He
held back as long as he could, but she was talented, and he simply
couldn't resist.
 
    He grunted as he blasted a load deep into her throat. 
Sandy swallowed it all, taking everything he had.  She kept sucking
until she had collected every last drop of his cum, and then cleaned
his cock completely.  Finally, she let his cock loose from her lips,
and sat back with a smile.
 
    "I hope that was satisfactory..."
 
    "Uh, yeah, you could say that," Zack assured her, trying to
catch his breath.  He pulled up his pants and leaned back against the
desk, recuperating from his orgasm.  By the time he'd recovered, they
figured the car would be ready.  Sandy got out the title and filled it
out properly, signing the vehicle over to him.
 
    "How long should I wait before reporting the vehicle
stolen?"
 
    "Hmm.  How long would it have taken you to sell it?"
 
    "That car's already been here a month."
 
    "Okay... wait a couple weeks, then, and then report it
stolen.  Use the information in the computer, which calls it a blue
car, with a different VIN."
 
    "Very good," she said.  "Will you be needing... anything
else?" she looked at him through hooded eyes.
 
    "Not... right now," he answered with a sigh.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It wasn't long after the two finished up in the office that
his mother arrived to pick him up.  She wasn't expecting anything, as
Zack had planned.  She got out of the car when he motioned to her.  He
was staring at the S80 as she walked up.
 
    "We need to get going, Honey."
 
    "Nice car, ain't it?" he asked, ignoring her comment.  She
turned to look at it.
 
    "Yes."  She sighed audibly.  "Unfortunately, it's way out
of our price range, even with trade-in."
 
    Zack just held up the keys in front of her.  She stared at
them in shock.
 
    "But... how?  Don't tell me you won another contest..."
 
    "Nope.  I told you, I was doing some computer work for
them.  This is their way of settling up.  It was pretty heavy-duty
work."
 
    Sharon just stared at the car, and then reached out to
touch it, as if to make sure it was real.  After a moment, she took the
keys and opened the door.  She slowly climbed in, and smiled as she
felt the leather seat cushion her.
 
    "I'll follow you in the other car, okay?" Zack asked her. 
She looked up at him and nodded, unable, as yet, to speak.  Zack turned
away with a smile on his face.  The smile got a notch wider when Sandy
waved at him from the door of the dealership.
 
 
 
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    Zack was walking across the quad of the college when he
heard someone call his name.  His day, up to this point, had been easy
and laidback.  He had easily handled his classes, and was now on his
way to see Stephanie, to make sure that she was doing all right, and to
see if she needed any help with her schoolwork.  Of course, if she was
more interested in play time, he was okay with that, too.
 
    He stopped and looked around, wondering if he was actually
the Zack being hollered at.  Sure enough, as he turned, he saw Linda
waving at him as she walked toward him.  He smiled at the sight of her,
wondering what she wanted from him.  He did not expect her to
acknowledge him in so public a forum as this.
 
    When she finally got to him, she wrapped her arms around
him and gave him a kiss.  He kissed back, surprised as he was.  They
kept it short, in light of the fact that they *were* standing in the
middle of the quad.
 
    "Hey, Linda.  What's up?"
 
    "I was wondering something.  We've got a book fair
tomorrow, and I have to sit at one of the tables.  It's long, and
boring.  I was wondering if you'd keep me company."
 
    *Strange kind of date...and a strange way to ask for one.* 
On the other hand, he didn't have any plans for tomorrow night.
 
    "What time?"
 
    "It runs from two until eight-thirty."
 
    "Well, they're making us come to class tomorrow, something
they had to reschedule or something.  I'll be in class until around
four or so... but I can keep you company after that."
 
    "Great!" she said with a huge smile.  "I'll see you then,
okay?"  She kissed him again, and then she bounded off.  As she left,
Zack got the oddest impression from her, and he couldn't tell what it
was.  It was apparently an emotion he'd not had much contact with since
he'd gained the ability to read them.  For the moment, he shrugged it
off and continued on his way.  Whatever it was, it would keep.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    As Zack entered the dorm, he passed several girls who
smiled at him, which he found strange but enjoyable.  He made his way
to Steph's door, and was about to knock, when he decided to just try
the door, instead.  Sure enough, it wasn't locked, and he opened it and
walked in.
 
    When he opened the door, it was immediately obvious what
was going on, and he closed the door behind himself as quickly as he
could.  He figured anyone who didn't already know about these two
didn't need his help figuring it out.
 
    Beverly was on top of Stephanie, the two in a sixty-nine
position.  Zack enjoyed the sight of Beverly's ass twitching as
Stephanie lapped at her pussy.  Beverly's long black hair bounced as
she licked Stephanie's cunt.  The two moaned in pleasure, obviously
close to their orgasms.  Zack leaned back against the door and enjoyed
the show, not wanting to interrupt Stephanie's fun.  He didn't much
care if Beverly was enjoying herself or not.
 
    Soon, he heard Stephanie cry out loudly, her orgasm clearly
washing over her.  Beverly continued to lick, driving Stephanie even
higher.  In a few moments, Stephanie began to come down from her high. 
She looked exhausted, as if they had been entertaining each other all
afternoon.
 
    Zack began to clap softly, letting the other two know he
was present.  Stephanie took a long moment to look over at him, but
Beverly's head snapped around to glare at him, until she realized who
it was.
 
    "Zack," Stephanie said in a gasping sigh.  "Hi.  Um... Say,
Bev, you didn't come yet, did you?"
 
    "No, Mistress."
 
    "That's not very polite of me.  Why don't you go fuck
Zack?  I think he can get you off."
 
    "*Yes*, Mistress," Beverly said, with more enthusiasm than
she probably ought to have.  Zack had gotten hard watching the two, and
was more than ready to go.  He unzipped his pants as Beverly got off
the bed.  Zack motioned her to the desk, and she leaned over,
presenting her pussy for access.
 
    Zack dropped his pants and briefs, and wasted no time
sinking his dick deep into Beverly's wet snatch.  She was hot and wet,
and it felt great.  He began stroking into her immediately, and she
began to pant.  He reached forward, taking her tits in his hands and
molding them.  She sighed in pleasure as he continued to thrust into
her, his pace quickening.
 
    Between the kiss from Linda and the floor show he'd
received here, Zack knew that he wouldn't last too long.  He sped up,
slamming as fast as he could into Beverly's cunt.  She cried out with
each thrust, shoving her hips back at him, hoping for deeper
penetration.  Zack twisted her nipples, sending shocks of pleasure
throughout her system.
 
    In a few more seconds, Beverly grunted loudly, and her back
arched.  Her pussy clamped down on Zack's dick, and didn't want to let
it go.  She was obviously in the throes of a wonderful orgasm.  Zack
shoved his cock all the way into her and let loose his own climax,
which he'd been fighting off for the last few moments.  He spewed his
cum deep inside her, continuing to knead her tits and pinch her
nipples.  The pair remained locked in the grip of ecstasy for some
moments before they finally came down from their high.
 
    As soon as she was coherent, Beverly stood, letting Zack's
dick slip out of her pussy.  She turned and knelt before him.  Before
he could ask what she was doing, her lips had encircled his cock,
licking and cleaning him off.
 
    "I ordered her to do that for you," Stephanie explained
from where she lay on the bed.
 
    Zack arched his eyebrows at his girlfriend, and then
smiled.  "And I just came to help you with your homework..."
 
    "Well, you just *came*, anyway..." Stephanie said with a
giggle.  Zack laughed at her.  Beverly let him loose just then, and
Zack went over to the bed, collapsing down beside Stephanie, and
kissing her hotly.
 
    "Did you *want* help with your homework, or not?" Zack
asked playfully.
 
    "I think my brain is scrambled right now, but give me a few
minutes..."
 
    Zack nuzzled her neck, and she giggled again.  "I may never
get my brain back in order if you keep doing that!"
 
    "And the problem with that is...?" he asked.
 
 
 
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    "You look tired, Zack," Gabrielle said, looking at him with
a little concern.
 
    "Stayed up too late last night fooling around.  Don't worry
about it.  Thanks for caring, though."  He could hardly tell her that
he was far too late coming home from Stephanie's.  It was just after
lunch, and he was already tired.  It was going to be a long night,
especially with his date with Linda.
 
    Gabrielle eyed him more carefully, but then nodded and got
back to work.  He was, in fact, touched that she cared, though it
bothered him in some indistinct manner that he couldn't put his finger
on.  He decided not to worry about it, and went back to doing the
thankfully easy assignment they had laid out for today.  The material
they were learning was new to him, but it wasn't complex, so he had an
easy time assimilating it, even half-asleep.  The presentation had
taken up all of their morning, and the teacher decided to get ahead
with their work for the afternoon.  Zack grumbled about it as he stared
at his screen, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he just
kept working.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Class let out late, and Zack wondered what Linda was
thinking.  It was already quarter to five.  He said good-bye to
Gabrielle, and he hurried over to the Student Union Building.  He was
reasonably secure in his opinion that Gabrielle would not attend the
book fair, which kept him safe from having to explain himself, at least
for a while.
 
    He made his way through the already-crowded halls, until he
found the table that Linda was sitting at.  For the moment she was
talking to another college student.  When she saw him, her eyes lit
up.  She raised her hand to the other girl, and said, "Zack!"  She
motioned him over, and she pulled him down to kiss him.  He was
surprised she did it right in front of someone else, but he certainly
wasn't going to object.  He broke their kiss after a couple of seconds,
and moved into the chair beside her.  She had returned to talking to
the other girl, who Zack could tell kept glancing at him strangely.
 
    After the girl finally left, with a couple books, Linda
turned to him.  She was smiling broadly.  "Glad you could make it."
 
    "Sorry I'm late.  Class went on forever today."
 
    "That's okay.  I'm just glad you're here now.  And you made
it in time for us to have dinner together later."
 
    "Great," he said sincerely, especially since he happened to
be hungry already.  The two chatted about nothing in particular,
interrupting themselves to deal with the occasional interested
student.  Zack let Linda handle those; he wasn't here to deal with them.
 
    The problem Zack had was that he was tired.  He found his
eyes getting heavy during one exceptionally long conversation with a
girl that Linda obviously knew well.  He was still tracking the
conversation, sort of, but he was very unfocused.
 
    As his mind began to wander, Zack's inner abilities began
to pay more attention.  He watched the two girls talking.  While the
unknown girl showed mild interest, and a lot of boredom - which was why
she was still standing here talking - Linda displayed other, unfamiliar
feelings.  When the other girl asked Linda about Zack, he noticed her
emotional state turn black.
 
    *Black?*  He listened closely to Linda's words, but she
seemed cheerful.  He did note that she called him a 'close friend',
which puzzled him, since they barely knew each other, but figured it
was easier for her to say that than it was to try to explain things.
 
    *Could that emotion be deception?  I mean, we're *not*
close friends, so she was lying...  I just don't know.  Hell, it could
be embarrassment, for all I know.  I'll have to keep an eye on it,
though, to see if I can figure it out.*
 
    The two girls conversed some more, and Zack struggled to
keep himself awake.  They weren't deliberately cutting him out of the
conversation, but it just wasn't a conversation he had much interest
in.  He discreetly looked at his watch, and noticed it was nearly
dinner time.  *Thank God.*
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    After dinner, Zack felt a little more perked. 
Unfortunately, there were more students interested in the book fair
now, and he had even less time to talk to Linda.  This didn't bother
him greatly, but he was bored.  He started to eye the girls walking
through the hall, just to keep him occupied.  He started grading them
on desirability.  He found that, now that he could have any of them, he
was somewhat more picky about it.
 
    For a while, Zack fantasized about having a dozen of these
girls living with him, just to cater to his every whim.  It took a long
while before a thought hit him.
 
*    Why not?  I have the ability to do it.  I can have any of
these girls I want.*  With his girlfriend's tacit approval already
given, he was free to play the field as he chose.  *Of course, the real
problem is that we have no place to put all those girls.  We'd need a
bigger house.*
 
*    How could we go about getting a bigger house?*  Zack's
mind began to consider this problem as Linda spent her time dealing
with students interested in her books.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    When the book fair wrapped up, it was clear that Zack
wasn't in the mood for anything more.  Linda walked with him out to the
parking lot.
 
    "I'm sorry we didn't have more time to talk."  Zack paid
attention to the emotions she was exuding, and found their colors
puzzling.  He wished he could read her thoughts, but doing so took way
too much effort to do in the middle of a real conversation.  Her
emotions turned that black again as she said, "I really enjoyed having
you with me.  I hope we can maybe do something more personal on our
next date."
 
    Zack shook off the impression that her emotions were
somehow 'bad', and smiled at her.  "That'd be cool."
 
    "This is your bike?" she asked with obvious shock.
 
    "Yeah.  I won it a few days ago."
 
    "Cool.  Anyway, you look like you need to get home, so I
won't keep you any longer."  She leaned in and kissed him warmly.  He
wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him, kissing back. 
He liked the feel of her against him, but his senses kept telling him
that something was slightly off.  He ignored it for the moment, and
continued to kiss her.
 
    After a moment, they parted.  "Well, I'll see you later,
huh?" she asked.
 
    "You got it," Zack said.  "Have a good night."
 
    "You, too.  Bye."
 
    Zack watched her walk off as he now let his mind consider
what was the matter with her.  *Inky black emotions... that can't be a
good thing...  I'll have to figure this out later.  I'm too tired right
now.* 

    Zack started the bike, and headed home.
 
 
 
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    Though Zack was tired, he spent an extra hour that night
thinking about the idea he'd had at the fair.  He finally fell asleep
in his clothes, still considering it.  His head was jolted off the
pillow the next morning when his alarm sounded.  He felt a lot better,
having gotten some sleep, and he worked through his morning routine
briskly, humming to himself.  He'd worked out most of the details to
his plan, and now it was only left to implement the idea.  His parents
noticed his chipper mood, and they both smiled at him when he came out
to the kitchen for breakfast.
 
    "Morning, Honey," his mother said with a smile.
 
    "Morning, Mom.  Hey, Dad, I was wondering... you guys ever
thought of moving out of this house?"
 
    "Why?" his father asked curiously.
 
    "Well, it's kind of small, and it's getting a bit
rundown..."
 
    His father sighed.  "That's true.  But the truth is, we
really can't afford a better place.  This place is all paid for, which
means we don't have that bill to worry about."
 
    Zack stuffed food into his mouth as he listened to his
father.  He said, "I think I'm going to look around, and see if I can't
make a deal with someone to get us a better house.  My luck is running
really good this week."
 
    Zack's father laughed.  "It certainly is.  Well, you go
ahead and try, Zack, but don't get your hopes up.  We can't afford any
new payments."
 
    "I know.  I'll see what I can do."
 
    "Okay."
 
    Zack sat back, knowing that the conversation he'd just had
would never have happened without his parents under his control.  He'd
only mentioned it to them so that they wouldn't be totally shocked when
it happened.  He also was sure that both of them would mention it to
coworkers as something innocent and naive that their son was doing.  It
would make it all the more interesting to him when they saw him pull it
off.
 
    After breakfast, he kissed his mom, said good-bye to both
of them, and headed off.  He didn't want to be late to class, and he
was cutting it a little close this morning.  The last thing he needed
was for Gabrielle to beat him there.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    He should have known that he wouldn't be later than
Gabrielle.  He beat her by an entire five minutes, and was waiting for
her when she came into the room.  She kissed him before sitting down,
and as she sat, she said, "We still on for tomorrow night?"
 
    Zack almost panicked for a half-second.  He'd forgotten
about their date.  Luckily for him, he had not scheduled anything else
for the next evening.  "Yeah," he said, after what he hoped was an
imperceptible pause.
 
    Gabrielle smiled.  "Great.  What movie are we going to?"
 
    "I figured I'd let you pick," he said, really meaning, *I
haven't even bothered to see what's playing*.
 
    "Okay.  Cool."
 
    At that point, class began.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Zack hopped off his bike, and looked in the window.  He was
on his lunch break, and he knew he had to be quick about it.  The place
didn't look overly crowded, and he saw at least one agent available. 
He walked in the door as he removed his helmet, and he headed right to
her desk.  She was a middle-aged lady, pleasant looking, but not his
type.  He smiled at her, anyway.
 
    "Can I help you, young man?" she asked politely.
 
    "Yeah, I'm doing a project for this course I'm taking at
the college, and I was wondering if you could provide me with some
information about the housing market here in Martina."
 
    Her expression changed to one of greater interest at that
point.  "I'd be glad to help you with your project.  You look awfully
young to be attending college."
 
    "It's a special summer program.  I get college credits for
it, though."
 
    "Okay, what information did you need?"
 
    "Well, my project deals with the upper end of the housing
market.  I was wondering if you had a list of the largest houses in
town that have been on the market for... oh, more than a year without
selling."
 
    "That should be easy enough to pull up.  Do you care about
which parts of town they're in?"
 
    "No, not really.  It's not important to the project."
 
    "Okay," she said, turning to her computer.  She tapped some
keys, and then waited for about six seconds.  "Doggone slow computer,"
she said.  Zack laughed at her remark.  Finally, the computer came up
with a list of eleven houses.
 
    "These are all houses with at least three bedrooms that
have been on the market for at least a year," she said.  "What
information do you need about them?"
 
    "Hummm... everything you've got, basically," he answered
with a sheepish grin.
 
    "Ah.  Well, okay, we can do that, I guess."  She typed in a
command, and the printer across the room began spitting out pages.  It
was a top-of-the-line color printer, and it took only two minutes to
produce the papers.  Zack looked over them as they came out.  He
noticed that some of these homes were truly huge.  He was pleased with
himself for having gotten the information without having to resort to
using PAO.  He'd sensed that the lady was willing to be helpful, and
sure enough, she was eager to give him what he needed.
 
    "Is there anything else you need?" she asked.
 
    Zack looked over the paperwork, and saw that he even had
contact information for each house owner.  "No, I think this will do
it, Mrs..."
 
    "Gribble."
 
    "Mrs. Gribble.  Thank you.  I'll make sure to list you in
the acknowledgments page of my paper."
 
    The lady beamed a smile at him.  "You have a nice day, now."
 
    "You, too, ma'am.  Good day."
 
    Zack hurried out of the real estate agency, and put the
paperwork into the box on his bike.  He climbed on, and headed back for
campus.  This had gone much more easily than he had worried it might.
 
    *Let's hope phase two goes as smoothly.*
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Gabrielle found Zack sitting at one of the picnic tables on
campus, looking over the paperwork.
 
    "Hey," she said.  "Whatcha doin'?"
 
    "Looking for a new home."
 
    Gabrielle picked up one sheet, looked at the picture, and
whistled.  "Your family can afford something like that?"
 
    "Not without some finagling, no.  But I'm having a good
week, so I figured I'd give it a shot."
 
    Gabrielle chuckled at him.  "I think you're suffering from
delusions of grandeur."
 
    "Marcus, from Babylon 5, once said, 'if you're going to
have delusions, you might as well go for the really *satisfying*
ones.'"  Gabrielle laughed as he smiled at her.  "It's something to
keep me occupied.  What're you up to?"
 
    "Killing time.  They delayed class start for some reason. 
We don't have to be in until one-thirty."
 
    Zack looked at his watch.  "Good thing for me, since I'd
lost track of time."
 
    "I picked out our movie."
 
    "Oh?" he said, turning his attention fully on her.
 
    "Trust me, you'll like it," she said with a twinkle, but
wouldn't say any more.
 
    Zack arched his eyebrows at her, and then smiled at her. 
*Tomorrow could be interesting...*
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Zack spent roughly one-third of his afternoon on
schoolwork.  That was all it required, since he tended to remember
everything he learned these days.  The rest of the time, he spent
considering first which house he wanted, and then how to go about
getting it.  He knew there was no way he could do this without the
program.  The key here was how to make it look non-suspicious to the
rest of the world.
 
    He thought he'd come to an idea about a half-hour before
class let out, and now he fidgeted.  He had a plan, and he wanted to
get to it.  He never liked waiting on people, and he surely didn't like
sitting still when he had something he ought to be doing.  When the
teacher finally dismissed them, he nearly bolted from his chair.
 
    Zack had the manners to at least help Gabrielle up from her
chair.  He walked her out the door, and then he kissed her.  She kissed
him back warmly, and then they separated.
 
    "I'd walk you to your dorm, but I've got something I've got
to do."
 
    "I could tell.  You're cute when you can't sit still."  She
laughed at him, and then she walked off, waving to him as she went.
 
    Zack waved back, and then turned, hurrying for his bike.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "Yes, can I help you?"
 
    "Mr. Danforth?"
 
    "Yes, that's me."
 
    "Sir, I wanted to talk to you about your house across
town.  It's for a school project I'm doing."
 
    "Oh.  Well, okay, then.  Come on in.  What's the project
about?"
 
    "We're studying the real estate market in Martina.  I noted
that your home has been on the market for over two years, and yet it
hasn't sold."  He was noting the enormous size of the house that Mr.
Danforth currently lived in, and understood why he'd moved.
 
    "Yes, well... truth be told, I haven't been trying very
hard to sell it.  I know the price on it is about ten percent above the
market value, and I've refused offers at market value."
 
    "So... you don't really want to sell the house.  May I ask
why?"
 
    "Sentimental reasons.  I was raised in that house.  I let
my wife... well, my *ex*-wife, talk me into moving into this
monstrosity.  When she decided to run off with someone even wealthier
than myself, well, I was stuck with both houses.  Honestly, I really
should move back into the other one.  This place is too big for me
alone, even when my daughter comes to visit.  I just hate the thought
of moving all this crap."
 
    "Surely you can hire someone to do that for you..."
 
    "I suppose.  I'm just... well, lazy."
 
    Zack laughed.  He'd had his PDA out, apparently taking
notes as they talked.  In actuality, Zack was pulling up one of his
scripts, and at this point, he readied the script for running.
 
    "Well, sir, I think that's all I need to bother you about. 
Yours is obviously a unique situation.  Now, if you could just sign my
notes... it's necessary for the paper I'm doing."
 
    "Certainly.  I'm happ - "  The man's voice cut off as his
senses were suddenly assaulted by the program.  Zack tapped his foot
patiently for the next sixty seconds.  When he saw the triple-shrug, he
put the PDA away.
 
    "You know, I had a thought, sir.  Couldn't you get a tax
write-off if you were providing one of your homes as free shelter to a
family less fortunate than yourself?"
 
    "Of course I could.  But as I said, I'm rather fond of that
house."
 
    "So, you could move back into that one, and you could let
some other family stay in *this* one."
 
    It was as if a light had suddenly dawned on the man.  "Yes,
that would work, wouldn't it?  And since this house is supposedly worth
more, the tax write-off would be larger!"
 
    "I imagine so..."
 
    "Of course, I wouldn't want to rent out the house to
trash..."
 
    "No, of course not...  Sir, my family, well... I have a lot
of guests over from time to time, just to sleep and talk, we don't
party or anything... it's always crowded at my house..."
 
    "I see.  Well, you seem like a solid, upstanding young
man.  I'm sure your family is the same.  I tell you what, I'll draw up
the paperwork tomorrow, and I'll call a mover.  I'll be back in my old
house by next Tuesday.  You and your family can move in anytime after
that.  I'm sure my lawyer will tell me that I have to charge you *some*
rent, just to keep the paperwork sorted.  Accountants hate writing
zeros by themselves.  How about I charge you...  a dollar a month?"
 
    "I think we can manage that."
 
    "Great!  It's settled then.  If you'll give me your contact
information, so I can call you when things are ready..."
 
    Zack gave the man his information, and then took his leave,
whistling a tune as he headed back out to his bike.
 
    *What a week.*
 
 
 
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    Zack knocked on Gabrielle's door, and smiled.  She'd been
very enthusiastic about this date during class.  Zack himself was
content with the idea, but he figured he'd gotten too much experience
as of late to be too overjoyed at just having a date.
 
    When the door opened, Zack was greeted by a lovely view of
Gabrielle.  Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, to keep it out of
her face, which was nicely made up and showed off her blue eyes to good
advantage.  She was wearing a loose blouse, with the top two buttons
undone, which helped expose her more than ample cleavage.  Her slacks
were also loose, flowing around her legs and leading down to low
heels.  All in all, Zack thought she looked incredible.  She noticed
his evaluative gaze, and blushed.
 
    "You look great," he said softly.
 
    "Thanks.  We should go, or we'll be late for the movie."
 
    "Okay."  Zack led her out to the parking lot, where his
mother's Volvo was waiting.  He'd asked to borrow it, though he knew he
could have just taken it.  His mother had been more than happy to allow
him the use of it for his date.  Zack helped Gabrielle get in, and then
he walked over to the other side and slipped in behind the wheel.  It
felt odd to him to be driving, as he hadn't done very much of it.  He
only thanked Fate that his mom's car was an automatic.
 
    "So, which theater are we going to?" he asked.
 
 
 
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    The drive to the theater was a short and uneventful trip. 
The couple chatted about little things as they walked into the theater,
and got into the line.
 
    "Why don't you go get us some snacks, while I get the
tickets?" Gabrielle asked.  Zack looked over at that line, which was
nearly as long.  It made sense to divide and conquer.
 
    "Okay," he agreed, and gave her a kiss on the cheek before
he walked away.  He still didn't know which movie they were here to
see.  The theater had four screens, each showing a different film
tonight, so that wasn't really helpful.  He decided to concentrate, for
the moment, on what kind of snacks to get.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    He met Gabrielle at the entrance to the screening room, as
she handed the tickets to the taker.  He eyed them for only a second
before he let them pass.  Zack followed her down only two rows, and
then she moved in toward the center.  He arched his eyebrows slightly;
you didn't sit this far back if you really intended to pay attention. 
He smiled to himself as he sat down, handing the snacks over to his
date.
 
    The two chatted quietly until the film started, and when it
did, Zack was more than shocked.  The film, which he had heard about
but not seen, was rated NC-17.  As neither of them was yet seventeen,
he wasn't sure how he'd gotten here.
 
    Leaning over, he asked, "How did you get us in here?"
 
    With a wink, she answered, "I have my ways."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    As the movie played, Zack was very surprised that Gabrielle
would have chosen this movie.  It contained not a lot of plot, and a
lot of naked women.  He was so distracted by the thought that he wasn't
really watching the movie.
 
    *<I hope this puts him in the mood.  I really wanna get
laid.>*
 
    Zack sat bolt upright when he heard that thought in his
mind.  It was so obviously Gabrielle's voice that he'd heard.  He just
hadn't thought she was that eager.  Considering for a moment, though,
he realized that she had been building up to this from the beginning. 
He didn't object to the idea of sleeping with her in the slightest; he
did find her attractive.
 
    *So... maybe I should be paying less attention to the
movie, and more attention to my date.*
 
    Zack already had his arm around Gabrielle, but he tightened
his grip slightly as he leaned over and began to kiss her neck.  She
smiled in the darkness, not commenting at all.  When Zack leaned back
slightly, she turned her head, and their lips met.  It didn't take long
before their tongues intertwined.
 
    Zack took his free hand and ran it across Gabrielle's
stomach, caressing her through her blouse.  She moaned very quietly
into his mouth, encouraging him to continue.  He moved that hand up to
cup one of her breasts, tenderly squeezing it.  She pushed herself
against his hand, begging for more contact.
 
    Zack knew that if they pushed it much further, they were
sure to get caught, and get in trouble.  He didn't back off, but he
didn't try anything new.  For long minutes, the couple kissed and
fondled each other, keeping their arousal at a fever pitch.  With their
minds fully engaged in other activities, the movie passed by unnoticed.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Getting back to Gabrielle's dorm room in one piece was an
interesting challenge for Zack, because at this point, she was having a
hard time keeping her hands off him.  He managed not to run into
anything, but he was glad that no cops saw him; they would surely have
thought him drunk.  He managed to get her to lead him to the room, thus
pausing her onslaught for a few moments during which he caught his
breath.  The campus was quiet now, with most of the kids either in town
somewhere partying or in their rooms studying.  He knew that he was
about to get those a little mixed up; it was clear that soon they would
be in Gabrielle's room partying.
 
    Finally, they were at the room.  Gabrielle stabbed her key
in the lock with something close to viciousness.  The door was open in
under a second, and she just kept walking, expecting Zack to deal with
the door, which he did, grabbing her keys out of the lock before he
closed it.
 
    He tossed her keys onto her desk as she turned around.  The
two froze for what seemed an interminable moment, their eyes locked in
clear communication of desire.  Gabrielle's tongue snaked out to wet
her lips as she continued to stare into his eyes.
 
    Zack was the first to move, pulling his shirt off over his
head.  Not to be outdone, Gabrielle tore her blouse open, popping off
three buttons - the only three still fastened at this point - in the
process.  By the time she got the garment off her arms, Zack was upon
her.  He wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her tightly to him. 
Their lips met, and sparks of passion flew between them.  Zack's
fingers deftly unhooked her bra, and he grabbed it, tugging it off her
shoulders and pulling it off her arms.
 
    The two tottered across the room, clumsily removing their
own and each other's clothes.  In a few minutes, however, they were
both naked.  Zack could feel Gabrielle's ample tits mashed against his
chest, and he could feel his cock pressed against her abdomen.  He
wanted it to be pressed somewhere else, and he was pretty sure that
Gabrielle did, too, so he tried to lead their stumbling over to the bed.
 
    When they reached the bed, they toppled down onto it
together, side by side.  They broke their kiss as they fell, and
Gabrielle giggled at their behavior.  Her giggling ended when Zack
leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it
and running his tongue over it while his other hand fondled her free
breast.
 
    Gabrielle moaned, and her hand came up to pull Zack's face
more tightly into her tit.  Her other hand ran down between her legs,
stroking her pussy lips.  She felt tingles all through her body at
Zack's touch.  She wanted him inside her, even if she was loving every
minute of what he was doing.
 
    Zack sensed that she was more than ready, and so he let go
of her nipple, rolling on top of her.  She spread her legs for him
willingly, but he didn't have enough room on the bed, and nearly fell
off.  The pair laughed as Zack caught himself, planting his feet firmly
on the floor.  Zack lifted Gabrielle's hips, and helped her move
further onto the bed, so that he could kneel between her thighs.  The
hunger in her gaze was obvious.
 
    Now with a more secure position, Zack positioned his dick
at the entrance to Gabrielle's cunt.  He slipped it up and down a
couple of times, coating it in her juices and driving her lust even
higher.  She groaned in longing at the feel of his cock against her
pussy lips.  Zack slipped his cock between her pouting lips and gave
one long, smooth thrust into her depths.
 
    Gabrielle groaned in a long, low exclamation of pleasure as
Zack's dick pushed all the way into her.  Zack couldn't believe how hot
she was, and tight, as well.  He didn't waste any time resting, but
immediately began to thrust into her, feeling the warm wetness of her
pussy gripping his shaft as he moved.  He leaned over and once again
their lips were locked in a dance of passion.  He began to slam into
her with all his force, and she only grunted her desire for more.
 
    Zack was very soon on the brink of orgasm.  Gabrielle had
already had one small one.  He didn't know if, at their current pace,
he could hold back.  Gabrielle wouldn't tolerate any slow-down at this
point, and so he held off as long as he could.  Finally, with no
ability to stop it, he let loose a torrent of cum which splashed deep
into her pussy.  Gabrielle, feeling the hot, sticky seed let loose a
scream of her own, and came, her cunt clamping down on Zack's prick so
tightly that he could barely move.
 
    The couple writhed on the bed for over a minute, and Zack
found that the massage his cock was getting had kept him fully hard
throughout his climax.  As soon as she had settled slightly, Zack
resumed his movements inside Gabrielle.  Immediately, she let loose a
cry of ecstasy.
 
    "God, yes.  Fuck me!" she exclaimed.  Zack had every
intention of doing so, but he wanted to do something different.
 
    When he pulled out of her, Zack got a dirty look.  He told
her, "Turn over.  Let's do it doggy-style."
 
    "Ooh," Gabrielle cooed as she got onto her hands and
knees.  Zack quickly moved in behind her.  As his cock slid home into
her waiting cunt again, Gabrielle sighed in pleasure.  "That's better,"
she said.
 
    Zack wasted no time, but set up a furious pace, slamming
into her with all he had.  Gabrielle's hips shoved back at him in
rhythm, forcing him as deep into her cunt as he could go.  He reached
forward to grasp her tits, fondling them and rolling them between his
fingers.  Gabrielle moaned at his touch, and sped up her pace,
thrusting back at him faster, to encourage him to move more quickly.
 
    The screams and cries of pleasure were filling the room as
the couple slammed together in their passion dance.  Zack leaned over
and began to kiss the nape of Gabrielle's neck as they continued to
move.  It was tricky, but worth it, given the groans it elicited from
her.  His fingers finally centered on her nipples, and began to twist
and pinch them.
 
    "Oh, God, Yes!" she screamed as her mind overloaded with
the pleasure.  She shoved back against him strongly, and he could tell
she was having another orgasm.  He rode her through this one, too,
thrusting into her throughout, pushing her higher and higher.
 
    Gabrielle's arms gave out on her, and she collapsed to the
bed, still in the midst of her orgasm.  Zack continued to fuck her
until she came down from her high.  When she did, he still had not come
yet.  He pulled out of her, which elicited an unhappy sound from
Gabrielle.  He knew she wouldn't be able to resume their position, so
he helped her roll to her side.  He then lifted her one leg and slipped
his cock back into her.  He held her leg as high as was comfortable for
her, and began to once again fuck her heartily.  

    Gabrielle was soon moaning and screaming again.  Her hips
thrust back with whatever she had left, and she was quickly back in the
land of ecstasy.  Zack pushed himself, bringing himself closer to his
own climax.  He, too, was growing a bit weary, and he wanted each of
them to have a final orgasm.  It was clear that Gabrielle would soon be
there, and he felt his balls tighten, indicating his own impending
explosion.  He sped up, slamming into her as fast as he could.  She
grunted with each impact, her body writhing beneath him.
 
    Finally, Zack closed his eyes and let loose a loud grunt as
his cum exploded from his dick, spewing deep into Gabrielle's wanting
pussy.  At the first splash, she was over the edge, screaming out her
orgasm.  The two bucked together for a long moment before their orgasms
stopped.  Zack collapsed sideways, rolling so that he wouldn't land on
top of Gabrielle.  He wound up behind her, spoon-style.  He wrapped his
arm around her waist, kissed her on the neck, and then promptly passed
out.
 
 
 
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