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Subject: Journal Entry 001 / 0313  [ P'nyssa and Susan ]
Date: 25 Feb 1996 08:03:29 GMT
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Yestar 0313

    He's drooling into his pillow again.  I smiled and shook my 
head slowly, feeling every bone in my spinal column crack as I did 
so.  I know for a fact that my body is in exactly as good a shape 
as it was when I came out of the tanks 264 years ago.  For some 
reason, though, when I wake up I feel like geriatric decrepitude is 
setting in.  Maybe it's just that as we get older, we start to pay 
attention to these things.  When we were young we were so busy 
absorbing everything that we didn't notice the vehicle that 
propelled us through that everything.  Now we have more time for 
introspection.  

    I remember when I had a cold once, when I was only four, and it 
was the most fascinating thing in the world to me.  I felt weak, I 
felt tired; my telepathy was at it's lowest.  I was sick for three 
days, and there was nothing I could do about it.  I only resented 
the disease because it kept me from enjoying the things I had 
planned.  And back then, planning was everything to me.

    I'll have to remind Susan to clean the pillowcases when we 
leave.  Or does Dick drool onto his pillow?  Do I drool onto mine?  
It's not a question I've ever bothered to ask him.  Maybe I will.

    I eased my feet over the side of the bed, searching for the 
slippers.  I found one, but it was for the other foot, so I grabbed 
it with my toes and tossed it up onto the bed.  Then I found the 
other.  I can write with my feet, did you know that, Dave?  Most 
Tindals can learn, you know, our toes are long enough to grab a 
pencil.  But most don't bother.  Most rarely learn to write with 
their mitts, for that matter; it's much easier to type or dictate.

    I slipped the slippers over my feet.  Now there's a phrase.  
"Slipped the slippers."  Say that ten times fast.  Not you, you're 
an AI.  I eased myself out of bed carefully, being sure not to wake 
Ken; you know how he feels about being woken up.

    So I checked the fire; it was down to just a few coals, not 
much else to speak of.  Although the sun was out, the forest 
outside our doublepane window was a pretty winter white.  I felt 
like a princess in a fairy tale, which is just the feeling 
BackWater is meant to inspire in its guests, even guests of 
residents like Dick and Susan.  I pulled a robe over my shoulders, 
still surprised by the heavy feel of the wool and the soft texture 
of the white lace that trimmed it.  It was cold enough in the 
castle that I pulled the hood up over my head; it felt odd hanging 
off my ears like that.

    Further inside the castle it was even colder, although I could 
hear commotion downstairs, and the sounds of heavy wood being 
stacked, which led me to believe a fire was either going or being 
started.  I followed the stair down to the main floor, where Susan 
was indeed directing a pair of wheeled droids stacking firewood in 
a corner of the main room.  She waved as I came down the stairs and 
directed me to sit on the stone ring around the fire pit.  "We'll 
be starting it up in a few minutes," she shouted over the general 
din and whine of the electric motors.

    I nodded and smiled, pulling my robe a little tighter.  It was 
a matter of waiting.  After a few minutes the droids left 
permanently, leaving me and Susan alone in the heart of the castle.  
"Good morning," she said as she walked over to me.  Unlike me, she 
was dressed in a simple blue and white jumpsuit, zippered up the 
front.  It looked very functional, and very cold, but she seemed 
undisturbed as her breath collected in the air like mine.

    "Good morning," I replied, gently.  I can understand what Ken 
sees in her, because Susan is beautiful; A perfectly shaped body, 
proportionate in all places, with large breasts and a magnificent 
head of curly raven hair, just the way Ken likes it.  Just like 
mine.  The hair, not the breasts.  Hers are much larger than mine.  
She has that human face that men call 'motherly,' I guess.  It does 
have that trusting quality.

    "Sleep well?" she asked, sitting down next to me.  She took out 
a box of long, wooden matches and struck one to the stone, lighting 
it, and tossing it into the kindling and straw.

    "It was pleasant," I said, feeling my face grow warm with the 
memory of last night's lovemaking.  "We went to bed early."

    Susan nodded.  "Happy new year, Nyss," she said.  Why do I feel 
uncomfortable with her?  I've never been able to figure this out.  
I feel like something is expected of me whenever I'm near her, but 
I can't figure out what it is.

    "Susan?" I asked, remember the question I had earlier.  "Does 
Richard ever drool?"

    "All over me," she said, smiling.  "When he's not tinkering."

    "In his sleep?"

    "Yes, he does.  Why?"

    "Oh, nothing," I said.  "I just saw Ken doing it again today 
and I was wondering if it was just him, or are most men like that?"

    "Most men are like that."  I wondered how she knew.  As far as 
I knew, she and Dick had been monogamous all their lives.

    I laughed quietly, and then, on impulse, leaned over to kiss 
her cheek.  She didn't flinch, but as I eased back she touched her 
cheek gently where I'd kissed her.  It was getting warmer in here, 
and it wasn't just the fire that was growing behind us.

    "P'nyssa," she said quietly.  "I've got a small confession to 
make.  Dick and I were married 246 years ago.  In all that time, 
there are only two men I've ever made love to.  Dick, and Ken, and 
Ken only once.  And Ken because-"

    "Susan," I interrupted, "You don't have to explain to me why 
you and Ken made love that one afternoon on Hyzen.  I dragged Dick 
aside, remember?"

    "But I do," she said, "Because I have to explain it to me.  I 
was never one to be 'faithful'; Dick and I were always the 'think 
for ourselves' kind of folks, even for our thirty years of marriage 
back on Earth.  It's not even that we believed in monogamy, because 
we didn't.  I just never wanted to sleep with anyone except Dick.  
He fulfilled my life, he fulfills my life.

    "I suppose I can excuse it by saying we were helping a rather 
depressed Ken and an equally depressed P'nyssa, but that's not the 
case.  You two were moping about Hyzen like wounded doves, and Dick 
and I figured that taking you two aside was the best way to assure 
you two that we still loved you, even if you were both being 
completely asinine the night before.

    "Nyss, I've been married for 246 years; I'm sleeping with my 
childhood sweetheart.  Until this year, I'd never thought about 
making love to another man.  I talked to Dick about it, but you 
know how he is; a little screwloose, but otherwise so reliable I 
had nothing to worry about.  He said I should go and do what my 
heart wants.  He knows that I'll always come home to him.  And I 
will!  I know I will."  She looked away.  "Just like you're always 
sure Ken will come home to you.  It's like he's a part of you.  Or 
you two are part of a greater whole.  There's no jealousy between 
you, and I like that.  There's no jealousy between Dick and me 
either."

    Susan hesitated.  "I know this is going to sound silly to you, 
because you were born here.  But I'm scared.  Scared by something I 
feel inside, something that I don't understand."

    I started to get an inkling of what she was going to say.  She 
continued.  "But since Ken, it's been on my mind.  Nyss, for 
someone who's never slept with another man I think it's crazy for 
me to want a non-human fem, but Nyss, I've got a crush on you.  And 
when you kissed me a second ago, my heart started pounding so hard.  
I don't understand it."

    I was right.  And somehow, I understood her problem.  Before 
Ken, I had never slept with a man.  Not because I didn't want to... 
Well, I didn't, but not because I didn't like them.  It was just 
that having one, and I mean that the way it sounds, having one was 
just too much of a difficulty.  I had three fem lovers before him, 
but they were there to raise the children and take care of the 
house while I stuffed my head full of medicine.

    "Susan," I said, carefully, "I'm flattered.  But what kind of 
crush do you have?  I mean, is it because you want me, permanently, 
or do you want to experiment?  You have to give me more so I'll 
understand."

    "I don't know, Nyss," she said.  She sounded tired, frustrated, 
like this problem had been eating at her for a long time.  "All I 
know is that when I think about you, I get... flushed.  I keep 
seeing your face in my mind, kissing me.  Isn't that silly?"

    "Not really.  It sounds like a crush." 

    "But it's ridiculous for me to have a crush on you.  You're a 
fem, you're a Tindal; we have nothing in common."

    "I think being female means we both have a lot in common.  I 
think you're also aware that I do have girlfriends, who I do often 
sleep with.  Susan, if you want to explore your entalie' feelings 
with me, I'm willing.  I just want to be clear on why."

    She turned away again, looking into the fire.  "I don't know, 
Nyss.  I really don't."

    I tried reason, and it didn't help.  I wondered what Ken would 
do in this situation.  He would probably try to seduce her.  So why 
didn't I?  There was no reason to, except her own inertia.  I 
reached out with one ten and formed my mitt to her chin, pulling 
her face to look at me.  Her eyes were frightened, but she didn't 
resist as I leaned forward to kiss her.

    Her lips were tight across her mouth, but as I stroked them 
once with mine they relaxed, a little, and then a little more.  I 
reached up and touched her face, feeling her throat, her jaw.  
Finally she parted her lips; I tried to increase the intensity of 
the kiss but she started, backing away, looking at me.  The fear in 
her eyes was even stronger than before, and she turned, looking 
into the fire.  She spoke to the flames.  "You... you must think 
I'm silly."

    "No," I said, gently, touching her shoulder.  She didn't 
resist.  "I think you're frightened."

    "And you must think that's silly.  You live with a man who's 
done it all; he's lived in Rhysh Castle, for god's sake.  You said 
it yourself, Nyss- you've had fem lovers.  I've had only two lovers 
my entire life, and one of them, once."

    "Three lovers," I corrected her, smiling.

    "Who else are we counting?"

    "Yourself."

    She didn't understand me for a minute; then her face cleared 
and she stared at me.  "You don't count that," she said.  She 
turned back to the fire again.

    "I do.  Aren't people usually their own first lover?  Don't you 
like yourself, love yourself?"

    "I wasn't my own first lover," Susan admitted.  "Dick taught me 
how.  Back in the seventies.  Isn't that silly?  'The seventies.'  
As if that phrase means anything in 2196."

    "It's 2197 on Earth," I said, gently, correcting her.  "Pendor 
falls a few seconds behind every year; it's to the point now where 
it's almost an hour different.  Terra celebrates their new year 
almost at the same time we do, but not quite anymore.  Ken tried, 
but perfection is an elusive quality sometimes.  And that phrase 
means something to me.  I understand what it means, Susan."

    "2197, okay," she said with a smile.  "Nyss...  I want you.  I 
want you more than anything I've ever wanted in the past, but I 
don't know if I can.  I don't know if I should.  What if I like you 
more than I like Dick?"

    "Could you love me as much as you love Dick?"

    She shook her head.  "But I don't want my lovemaking to suffer 
because I find someone more satisfying than my husband."

    The creak of a door came from somewhere behind her; I looked up 
but there was nothing but the ascending staircase.  "Susan- We'll 
talk about this later.  I hear Dick coming down the stairs.  I'll 
tell you this- I don't think your sex life will suffer; in fact, it 
should be expanded, explored.  Enjoy yourself.  Enjoy me, enjoy 
Dick, enjoy Ken if you want.  I won't pressure you; if you never 
bring it up again, that will be fine with me.  But I want you to 
know that Ken obviously cares for you, and there is nothing I would 
do to hurt a friend of his."

    She smiled and nodded just as footsteps hit the wooden 
staircase and it creaked gently as Dick came walking down the 
stairs in a robe similar to mine.  He walked across the frozen 
flagstones on bare feet and kissed Susan.  "Good morning, 
sweetheart," he said cheerfully.

    "Morning," she said.  If she was hiding her concern, she did so 
successfully; her kiss to him was as friendly and as passionate as 
I could have imagined.  He leaned over to me and gave me a friendly 
peck on the cheek.

    "You can do better than that," I said.

    "Not in front of my wife I can't," he replied, smiling.

    "Well, I'm not afraid of giving your wife a decent kiss in the 
morning," came Ken's voice from the top of the staircase.  He sat 
down on the railing and rode it all the way down, a big smile on 
his face the whole ride.  He skipped (skipped!) over to me and 
kissed me, soft and wet, on the lips.  I had my revenge on him by 
pressing my mitt to the cold stone while I held his attention, then 
sliding it into his robes.  He squealed when I found his privates.

    "P'nyssa!" he sputtered.  "Don't do that!"

    "But you need it to wake up in the morning.  And for 
embarrassing me like that.  You're over three centuries old, Ken.  
Aren't you going to learn to act your age?"

    "Never!" he said.  "Where's my rapier so I can make appropriate 
gestures?"  He leapt up on the stone bench around the firering and, 
raising one hand, said, "I shall not yield one whit of maturity, 
not grace, not respectability, to the passing of time.  I declare 
that I shall forever be, if not a child, certainly childish."

    "Why not just be a child?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

    "Children, my good lady coimelin, do not get laid."  He hopped 
off the stone and said, "So, what's the plan for the day?"

    "I had thought," Dick said, "That the plan for the day was that 
you and I were going to go delve into lab six and examine that 
nanochine excretion problem you were talking about it."

    "Ah, so it was," Ken replied smiling.  "But first I'd like 
breakfast.  Any suggestions?"

    "I've got a dozen eggs, milk, oats, the whole nine yards in the 
kitchen, Ken," Susan replied quietly.  "Feel free to feed 
yourself."

    "I shall, my good lady.  M'Lady P'nyssa, wouldst thou carest to 
joinest me'est?"  I laughed.  He can be one of the silliest people 
I know.  But I do love him; it doesn't hurt that he has a 
magnificent pair of buns, either.  I accepted his hand gracefully 
and we walked to the kitchen.  As we did so, I turned back to see 
Susan and Dick talking animatedly, in hushed tones.

    When we reached the kitchen and had closed the door behind us I 
said, "Susan just told me she has a crush-"

    "On you, right?" he interrupted, joking.

    "Yes."

    "I was only kidding, Nyss."

    "I'm not.  She told me this morning; she wants to sleep with 
me."

    "Nyss, she's never slept with anyone except Dick her whole 
life."

    "Except you."

    "Yeah," he said.

    Being a telepath has its occasional disadvantages; I had the 
annoying habit of knowing him "too well" sometimes.  "You feel 
guilty about that.  Why?"

    "You had to know Dick and Susan before the Hall.  They're 
inseparable, always have been and always will be.  The idea that I 
came between them bugs me."

    "You did not come between Susan and Dick.  They made the 
decision to seduce us, not the other way around."  I walked over to 
him and said, "Look, if you think it's a bad idea, I won't.  But I 
don't think it's a bad idea; I think it's good that she's admitting 
these things."

    "It's up to you, sweetheart," he said as he dug about in the 
midrange cooler for eggs and milk.   "Dick and I are going to be 
busy all day, doing what he does best."  He rolled his eyes.  "So 
you two are on your own.  Have a happy New Years' Day and make 
Susan happy."

    He left me to stand in one corner of the kitchen while he fired 
up the stove and cooked scrambled eggs for himself.  Six eggs; 
sometimes he's a bottomless pit.  He also puts the red 
pepper-and-vinegar sauce in his eggs- He knows he's not getting a 
kiss after that.  Still, I don't think he expected one, except 
maybe a peck on the cheek while I tried not to inhale the fumes.  
"How many, sweetheart?" he asked.

    It must be nice to have fingers; there are times when I'd 
rather let my thoughts roll on and not have to answer, except with 
a gesture, the way he sometimes does with that Ameslan.  "Two."

    "Coming right up," he smiled, cracking two eggs into a coffee 
mug and attacking them with a fork.  I must have spent a few 
minutes staring off because next thing I know he was holding a 
plate in front of me.  "Tabasco?" he offered, holding up the 
offending bottle.

    "Don't you dare," I smiled, taking the plate from him.

    As we ate he said, "Do you feel up to dealing with Susan?  What 
shape is she in?"

    "Nervous," P'nyssa answered.  "Actually, to be fair it's closer 
to terrified.  Of liking me more than Dick, of being inexperienced, 
of being embarrassed."

    He pursed his lips for a moment, then said, "Well, I think 
you'll do fine.  Can't give you much advice."

    "I'm not worried about it.  It's not as if I didn't introduce 
Tirra to lovemaking?"

    "Tirra?" he asked.

    "I must have told you about Tirra," I said.  He shook his head.  
"Uncia lover, mostly dark grey?"  He shook his head again; his mop 
of hair followed a split second behind.  "Helped me raise P'maya?"

    "Oh, okay," he said.  "Sorry, I'm lousy with names, you know 
that.  I really should meet these three fems someday."

    "Yes, you should," I agreed.  We finished the meal and he said, 
"Well, I'm off to the lab, to spend the day working with Dick on a 
problem that if he can't solve, I don't see how I will.  I'd 
recommend starting a TB."  He leaned over to kiss me; I presented 
him with my cheek.  He smiled.  "You have fun," he said.

    "I'll try," I said, smiling back.

    As he walked through the kitchen door he said, "I guess I 
should put some real clothes on."  The door swung closed behind 
him.

    I looked around at the disaster he had left, pondering my next 
move.  "Roberta?"

    "Yes, Lady Shardik?" the AI responded calmly.

    "Where is Susan?"

    "Out by the firering."  I rose from the table, leaving the mess 
for Roberta to handle, and walked through the kitchen door to the 
main hall.  A single cylinder with two staircases spiraling up 
along the sides, the roof opened up when the fire was going, and at 
the moment it was going pretty well; if I had been sitting on the 
benches my fur would have been smoldering.

    Susan sat on a chair she had pulled up from along the wall, 
reading a book; her feet were curled up underneath her.  She looked 
up at me, a quick succession of emotions on her face.  "Hi," I 
said, trying to be friendly.

    "Hi," she replied.  "I didn't think it would warm up like this, 
but with that new spindle of stone in the middle it warms up fast."

    "It's nice," I said, enjoying the warmth.  I would feel warm 
even without the robe in here.  I put my mitt down over the book 
she was reading and stared into her eyes, saying, "Where do you 
want to go?"

    She looked a little nervous.  "Here."

    "Here?"

    "It's the warmest room in the house."  She smiled and said, 
"Nobody  will interrupt us here, not even the boys.  And it has the 
big whitefur rug."

    Her smile was dazzling, and as I stared at her I felt a 
moisture grow against my thighs; it's been ages since a woman did 
that to me.  What was going on here, who was seducer, who was 
seducee?

    I rested my mitts on the chair and leaned over; she tilted her 
head gleefully and waited for my kiss.  I bent a little further, 
and our lips touched.

    Her reaction was instantaneous; she stretched up to kiss me, 
relentlessly attacking my teeth and tongue with hers.  The heat 
between us felt obscene.  I had to put everything into supporting 
myself against the chair, because I haven't much strength in my 
tens; she had her hands free, and was making full use of them, 
reaching in to run her hands against my torso, going for neither my 
breasts or my treasure.

    "Gods, Susan, what's into you?" I asked as the kiss broke.

    Her blue eyes were sparkling while she stared into my face.  
"Dick said I should enjoy myself.  Once I decided to... I just want 
you, Nyss."

    "That good," I said.  I felt like I had a little more self 
control, but even that was fading in the face of her wants.  The 
lust within my belly was rising fast.  I stripped the robe off, 
throwing it aside.

    Her face lighted with the look she was getting.  "You're 
beautiful," she said, gently.  "God, P'nyssa... I wish you could 
feel what I am right now."

    "I am," I said, kneeling on the rug before her and kissing her 
neck gently.  I have a fetish for Humans, I've started to 
appreciate.  Or non-furries, at least.  The sensation of naked skin 
sliding under my lips sends me flying.  I sought the opening of the 
jumpsuit, grabbing it  with my teeth and pulling it down, quickly.  
Her hands were in my hair as I thrust my head between her 
wonderfully large globes, feeling the dry skin sliding against my 
cheeks.  She cooed a welcome as I traced the outline of one with my 
teeth, suddenly sliding down and encircling her nipple with my 
tongue.  Her whole body went rigid.

    "P'nyssa..." she sighed, one long, trailing sigh.  My mitt 
found the zipper and pulled it down further, all the way to her 
crotch.  She sighed as I reached up and pulled her jumpsuit from 
around her shoulders.  I never took my mouth away from the gentle 
teat I was treating.

    She raised her butt from the chair, helping me with both her 
hands to pull the jumpsuit completely off.  We tossed it aside 
together, looked at each other and laughed.  Then she leaned 
forward and with the extra leverage rolled me to the rug.

    We fell together, face-to-face, kissing crazily.  I was 
enraptured by her heat, the soft silkiness of her skin.  Or maybe 
the heat came from the roaring bonfire.  I know I was burning.

    She dove down to my breasts, taking a nipple in her mouth.  She 
quickly discovered how satisfying how just holding one in her lips 
could  be, but she soon shifted tactics, running her tongue around 
my aureole, sometimes nibbling into the fur around them.  I sighed; 
I wanted to hold  her there for ever.  "You're a natural, Susan."

    "I thought all women were naturals," she said, looking up at 
me.  Her face was so very kissable, I pulled her up to me and did.  
We rolled on the rug until I was on top again, kneeling by her 
prone body.

    "Silly myth," I said, running the pads of my mittens along her 
sides and down her thighs; her body shivered when I stroked by her 
groin.  "I haven't met many people who can bend far enough to 
practice oral sex on themselves regularly."

    She blushed underneath me, and it had to be the sexiest thing 
I'd ever seen.  I kissed her stomach, and she tensed underneath me 
again.  I had one mitt on her knee, the other was bent half to 
support me.  I worked my way down to the raven triangle, but at the 
same time I slid my mitt up along her thigh, closing in.  She 
sighed loudly, anxiously.

    I slid my mitt up against her mound, parted her lips with my 
pad and slid my thumb into her.  She gasped, surprised; her cunt 
was wet with anticipation.  If I had the inclination, I was willing 
to bet I could get my mitt in there.

    She groaned gently as my tongue joined my mitt between her 
thighs, licking her needful little clit.  Oh, I could tell, I don't 
just use my telepathy on my patients.  She was a roiling mass of 
lust, and so was I.  I assaulted her clit; my right mitt was 
between my own thighs, and even over the crackle of the bonfire I 
could hear the liquid sound I was making of myself.

    Her cunt was a beautiful hot pink, flushed, her clitoris small, 
her inner lips very fine.  I dug into her sweet cunny, and her 
whole body went steel-rigid as she came, once, twice, again.  I 
eased off and kissed around her mound, letting her settle a little 
before returning to her clit.  She wailed softly.

    I withdrew my thumb, rolled the mitt gently and began to press 
the tip against her lips.  I had totally lost track of what I was 
doing; inside her, the feelings were just going higher.  Slowly, I 
turned my wrist back and forth, inundating the mitt with her 
juices, even the fur on the back.  I pushed it one mil at a time, 
rocking back and forth; her cunt opened up for me, letting me in.  
Her body rocked, she screamed as she came again; her hands were 
trembling against my head.  "Enough," she said as I looked up.  She 
nodded quickly, "That's enough.  Please."  I slid what little of my 
mitt I had gotten into her out and crawled up to lie by her side, 
holding her.  She was crying.

    "What's wrong?" I asked.

    "Nyss," she sobbed once, strong, "Oh, God, that was good.  That 
was so good."

    "Then why are you crying?"

    She didn't answer me, just lay against me, crying, but also 
sometimes something that sounded like a giggle would escape her.  
After a time had passed, I've no idea how long, she said, "P'nyssa?  
That was so good.  I feel bad because I didn't do anything for 
you."

    "You did plenty for me, Susan.  You did," I replied.  "But 
there's something else?"

    "I'm worried... I liked it so much, I don't know if I can ever 
enjoy what Dick and I do the same way."

    "That's nonsense, sweetheart.  Do you love him?"

    "Yes!" she said, gently.  "Of course I do!"

    "Then you should have no problem," I said, trying to be 
reassuring.  It was important to me that she get any doubts about 
her ability to love Dick out quickly.

    We lay together, silent, for a while.  Then I said, "Susan?"

    "Hmmm?" she said gently, rubbing her cheek against mine.

    "I really have to call in and check on a few things."

    "Mmmm," she sighed gently.  "Okay."  She rose to a sitting 
position, and I did the same, calling Roberta to give me a p-screen 
and to call my office.

    While I was talking to Jean, getting an update on a pair of 
kids under my care with chemical burns, there was a warm sensation 
at my feet.  Under the screen, Susan was licking my toes, making it 
very difficult for me to concentrate.  Once I was assured that the 
children were in no particular danger or need of me, I did some 
quick signwork and logged off; the screen dissolved to reveal Susan 
lying on her side, playfully kissing the bottoms of my feet.

    I leaned over and looked her in the eyes; she smiled at me like 
a child caught with her hand in the cookies.  "If you're going to 
use your tongue on me, use it like a real woman."

    She nearly charged me, knocking me over and settling down 
between my legs.  Her long, fine fingers (with well-trimmed short 
nail- I looked) spread the fur around my cunny and she sat there 
for a second, staring, propped up on one elbow.  "It's so 
interesting."

    "Never seen one before?" I asked, teasingly.

    "None but my own," she admitted.  "And then only when I thought 
I had a yeast infection."

    I stuck my tongue out at the thought, and tried to get back to 
the subject at hand: my cunt.  "Pretty, isn't it?"

    "It's beautiful," she said, leaning over to kiss my mound 
gently.  I swooned, more with the idea of having this beautiful 
raven kiss me there than by any natural talent she had.  But she 
was daring, I'll give her that; she dove down and ran her tongue 
deep between my lips from bottom to top, getting one good long 
taste.  She came up for air, and the look on her face was 
puzzlement.

    "How do I taste?" I asked, curious to hear her version.

    She licked her lips a few times, then said, "Musky.  A little 
salty, a little... minty?  What causes that?"

    I lost all control and started laughing.  "P'nyssa!" she said, 
a little angrily.  I laughed all the harder.  "Nyss!" she demanded, 
pouting.

    The pout made me stop; it made me feel like I was going to 
melt.  With a pout like that I could deny her nothing.  "I'm sorry, 
Susan."  I went on to explain that Ken and I had made love last 
night, and described our rather unusual toy.

    "You used that half-kilo candy cane I gave you as a dildo?" she 
said, incredulous.

    I shrugged, a little embarrassed, and said, "What else were we 
going to use it for?  I certainly wasn't going to eat it."

    She smiled and leaned over, kissing my cunt gently, sliding her 
tongue in between my lips.  Every little bit of attention made me 
high, and I told her so.  She looked up at me and said, "It's an 
interesting taste, anyway."

    She plunged a finger into me; I ground my hips in response, and 
she slipped in a second.  Then a third.  I was in heaven; I could 
feel my muscles preparing for more, but I didn't know if Susan was 
going to give more.

    This isn't lovemaking I do with Ken; with him, there are so 
many other things to do.  But I wanted Susan in there, I wanted her 
to fuck me with her hand.  "Susan," I whispered.

    "Did I do something wrong?"

    "No, no," I whispered.  "Your fingers.  Put in four."

    "Four?"

    I nodded, quickly.  She slid her pinky in against the other 
three fingers.  I sighed as she slid it a little deeper into me.  
"More," I whispered.  I hoped I wasn't pushing her too far; maybe 
she wasn't ready for this.

    "Are you okay?" she asked.

    "Susan, please..." I replied.  She returned, her tongue licking 
over my clit repeatedly, but it was still her little hand I wanted.

    "It's all the way in, Nyss," she said.  There was a little 
worry in her voice.  But I didn't care; I was going over, I could 
feel my orgasm coming, and coming hard.

    She turned her hand slightly; I felt her fingers press against 
the walls of my cunt, and her tongue sent me over, moaning; stars 
exploded in front of my eyes, I remember pounding the rug with my 
fists.  And I remember moaning again as she slid her four fingers 
from within me.

    "Did I do good?"

    I looked at her, amazed at hearing such a silly question.  "Of 
course you did good!  What do you think all that moaning and 
thrashing about was for?"

    She blushed; the color of her cheeks began a hot, rosy pink, 
not unlike the color of her cunt, and I began to feel warm again 
between my legs.  I told myself to stop it.  I smiled, hiding the 
struggle for composure going on inside, and said, "So, how do you 
feel about Dick?"

    From where I sat I could feel a variety of things going through 
her mind, mostly concern, but I could tell there was affection, 
love, all the right things.  "Come on," I said, not giving her a 
chance to answer verbally.  "Let's go find them."

    After dressing, we found the two of them standing over a huge 
PADD set into a draft table, loudly discussing some mechachemical 
point.  "Excuse me," I said even more loudly, interrupting them.

    "Nyss!" Ken exclaimed, hurrying over to hug me.  "You smell 
good," he said in a quieter voice.

    "Glad you think so."

    "Smells like you had fun."

    "I did," I replied, tickling him gently.

    "And did Susan?"

    I thought for a second, reaching out to her, feeling the 
emotions playing between her and Dick.  "I think they'll be okay," 
I said, answering all his future questions too.

    "Good," was all he said in reply.

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