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PLANETARY AGENTS 3: Tentacles of Doom CHAPTER 6 (The all-smut episode) ************************************************* LAST EPISODE: The galaxy?s greatest scientist and high-school teacher is the next target of a nasty tentacle monster. Our super girl spies are there to save him. Last episode, our heroine coped with the onset of her period (even though agents aren?t supposed to have periods), learned of the upcoming dance, and fell suddenly and deeply in love with a high-school classmate. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, explicit sex, violence, bad words, and sloppy writing. No real people or deep characterization here, just bubble-headed sex ?n? violence in a thin candy coating. Don?t read this if you are under 18 or over IQ 110. Not as funny as this intro might indicate. IMAGES: There is a version of this story with images. These are all stolen from the web. I sure don't own the copyright to them. They sort of match the story, but not exactly, so they may or may not add to your reading pleasure. There are images accompanying every episode up through this one (episode 6), but FM has been having problems posting Stories With Images. EPISODES: This is in episodic format (one episode per download file). Be warned. See bottom for copyright and distribution. ************************************************* The dreams I had that night would have made even Crystal blush. My memory was fuzzy but it seemed to me that in half of the dreams Doug and I were doing all the stupid romantic stuff that you see in really trite commercials. You know, holding hands while we run through a field of flowers, or just staring into each other's eyes. The other half of the time we were either undressing or else we were, how can I put it most delicately? Fucking like weasels. In my dreams, he speared me, penetrated me, filled me, and shot himself into me, over and over and over again. And the more it happened, the more it seemed to excite me. Crystal groaned and sat up in the bed. ?God,? she moaned. ?What a night! I dreamed that I was trapped on the roller coaster of endless sex.? Amber levered herself up on my other side. ?Yeah? So why are you complaining? That sounds like your ideal dream.? ?I don?t know,? Crystal said. ?It was okay, but it wasn?t exactly satisfying, you know? It was like it was all second hand?? I tried to stay very still under my pillow. ?Caitlin!? My pillow got pulled away. I realized just how much of a splitting headache I had. ?It was you, wasn?t it?? I groaned. ?Yeah. All night long. I couldn?t get enough. It was? fantastic.? ?Not second-hand it wasn?t! You got me all turned on and leave me frustrated!? ?Serves you right,? I muttered, ?for all the times you?ve done that to me in real life. What happened to me?? ?I guess it?s worn off,? Crystal said smugly. ?What happened,? Amber explained, ?is that you stumbled in practically delirious, babbling about how you had fallen totally in love with a guy named Doug.? ?Ah!? Crystal and I gasped simultaneously. At the mention of his name, my skin tightened over my entire body, my heart skipped a beat - perhaps for real - and I felt a stab of the most incredible longing. Apparently it was powerful enough that Crys felt it, too. ?Wow,? Amber said. I shook my head, trying to figure it out. My heart was pounding with a combination of love and terror. ?I?d found out about the dance, and I was hoping that Doug would ask me. I?m trying to remember my exact thoughts.? It was hard, since my present feelings were shouting loud enough to drown out rational thought. ?I know I thought he was cute, and shy, and I felt grateful to him for a few favors he?d done for me. I admired him in several different ways. Initially he reminded me of myself, back when I?d been a guy and a teenager, but I was coming to see him as a real person in his own right. A person I liked a lot. And I was determined to break him out of the shy, under-confident shell he?d created for himself. And besides, I really felt something for him. But he was too shy to even mention anything during class, so no date. And then after school, I intercepted him on the way to our study session. Dr. Burchess was scheduled to show up. I intercepted Doug ahead of time and walked with him, dropping all sorts of hints. But he never said anything. By that time, I was getting a bit pissed at him.? And now I hated myself for ever being so disloyal. ?He figured out I was mad, and then he figured out why, and he finally apologized with a long love note and ended up asking me to the dance. Just a minute, I saved it.? I crawled out of bed to grab my dataplaque. It gave me a moment to re-read the message myself, which is the only reason I?d mentioned it. ?Stop that!? Crystal yelled. ?I can feel you, inside, as you read the note. It?s just *writing* for God?s sake. You don?t have to cream yourself!? ?Um, yeah. Well see for yourself.? I handed the note over - to Amber first. ?I?d been really mad at him before, and really happy afterward. I think I may have cried a teeny bit. I don?t quite understand it. I?m not normally that emotional.? ?It could be your period,? Amber said. ?Although it *is* a decent love note.? ?Let me see!? Crystal snatched it. ?So,? I continued, ?to celebrate, Doug went and bought me a milkshake. A *chocolate* milk shake.? ?Oh oh.? Amber said. ?Real chocolate?? ?Uh huh. It hit me so hard I could barely control myself. I had to admit to both Doug and Kate what was going on.? ?Oh yeah,? Crystal agreed. ?About 6:30, wasn?t it? I was wondering what happened. If I was noticing the second-hand effects, I can only imagine what it must have been like for you.? She waved my dataplaque in the air. ?Especially with a head full of this junk.? I grabbed her arm and squeezed in sudden fury. ?Don?t you dare be disrespectful of Doug!? Then, realizing what I was doing, I let go and fell back in shame. ?Ooookay,? Amber said. ?And then what happened.? ?The feelings just kept getting stronger and stronger. Not a sexual hunger, although that was there, too. This was a need for *him*. I wanted him so badly. I think I would have done anything for him. Really. Poke out my eyes, cut off my arms and legs, die a horrible death. I would have definitely sacrificed myself to save him if he?d been in danger. In an instant.? ?Wow,? Amber said. ?And how do you feel now? Is it fading?? I clutched my pillow, only distantly realizing that my grip was tearing it open. ?No,? I admitted. ?It isn?t fading at all. And I?m so afraid. I?m afraid it *might* fade.? Belatedly I realized that I was crying. What had happened to me? Amber moved over and put her arm around me. ?Are you okay?? ?No!? I yelled. ?Okay, calm down. Look, there are a lot of possibilities here. It?s possible that this is just some weird interaction between your emotions and hormones during your period, combined with taking a huge dose of what is essentially an aphrodisiac. If so, it should fade in a day or so.? ?That?s what I?m afraid of,? I admitted quietly. ?Okay. If so, you?ll know in a day or so. Another possibility is that this is somehow related to your period, and whatever is going on there.? I just sniffed. I wasn?t sure where to go with that one. ?And the last possibility is that it actually *is* true love. It happens. You get to know a guy, he seems nice, maybe even special. And then there?s something, somehow, that pushes it all over the edge and WHAM! Before you know it, you?re in love. And you are so deliriously happy that it?s like the whole world has turned upside down.? ?Yeah,? I agreed. ?That might be the worst case of all,? she said, stroking my hair. ?Because you?re an agent. When this mission is over, we?ll have to leave. Whether you?re in love or not, we?ll have to go. And it?s possible to track him, nudge him, push him into becoming a person who would join us. It has happened before, but not often. But you would have to wait a decade. A decade where you could only watch him from a distance, because he would have to earn his way in despite you, rather than because of you. And after all that, he may not love you any more.? I held her as hard as I could while the tears flowed. ?I told him,? I sobbed. ?I told him I would have to go soon.? Crystal squatted down in front of me. ?Hey, Caitlin? I just want you to know, if there?s anything I can do for you?? I reached over and hugged her. ?Thanks, Crys.? We were all a bit subdued as we took our showers. I took extra care to keep the scarf from getting wet. After all, I still had about fifteen hours left before I could even untie it. I borrowed one of Crystal?s more sensible skirts, put on a blouse and vest. It shouldn?t look too outrageous at school. I owed it to Doug to dress in a way that would bring him credit. This was nothing spectacular, but it wasn?t outsider-weird, either. Before she left, Amber put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. ?I need to know - you?ve been through a very powerful experience. Can you still do your mission?? ?I think so.? ?Our mission is to protect Dr. Burchess. What if Doug suddenly attacked him with a knife?? ?I could put myself between the two of them. I?d block the knife blows with my body, if necessary.? ?What if Doug and Dr. Burchess were both in danger and you could only save one of them?? ?I?? No clever answer came to me. ?I don?t know. I just don?t.? Okay, it was a complete lie. So long, Dr. Burchess. She sighed. ?I guess that will have to do for now.? Crystal and I walked slowly to school. Rather, she walked slowly while I kept trying to pull her ahead. ?What?s the rush?? ?Doug promised to meet me ahead of class,? I explained. ?The earlier we get there?? She sighed and sped up. ?I think I have to meet this guy.? But he wasn?t waiting in front of math class. He was there at the main entrance to the school, with a single perfect carnation. As soon as I saw him my doubts vanished. This was real. It had to be. I flung myself into his arms and kissed him for all I was worth. And he kissed me right back. As our lips touched, as I melted into him, as I pressed myself against my love, I decided that I didn?t care. It didn?t matter how or why. The only things that mattered were how we felt about each other. And right now, we had both made perfectly clear how we felt. He had waited there, trusting that I would be early. I?d seen it in his eyes. He?d been worried. He?d had the same doubts and questions I?d had. What had happened? Could it be real? Could it last? But when he?d spotted me, spotted me wearing his scarf, his expression had changed. In that instant, we had both reconfirmed everything that had happened the night before. He would love me with all his heart, and I would wear his scarf forever. I felt a tap on my shoulder. ?Uh, guys - people are staring?? ?Let ?em stare,? Doug said, and returned to the sweet task of kissing me. His lips felt SO wonderful! ?Class is about to start.? Ever so reluctantly, we disentangled. Doug paused to look closely at Crystal. ?Please to meet you, Crystal. I?m Doug Winrow.? He looked between the two of us. ?Yeah, I can see the resemblance.? ?Resemblance?? Crystal sputtered. ?We?re *identical* twins!? My love shrugged. ?Well, sort of. But you obviously dress differently, and there?s a *world* of difference between your faces, your expressions, and especially the way your eyes look.? He took my hand. ?Let me walk you to math class.? ?Uh huh,? I said brightly. He dropped me at the door and gave me one last kiss before he ran off to his own class. He even ran well. I floated inside and made my seat in the usual spot twirling my carnation. Stano had an odd ?I know something you don?t know? look. Larry and Esker looked up as I came in. ?Hey,? Esker said, ?you should watch out. You may not know it, but when you wear that kind of scarf that way?? he trailed off as his brain caught up. ?Yeah,? Larry chimed in. ?You don?t want people to get the wrong idea.? ?Oh, they won?t,? I said, smugly. I sniffed the carnation and thought of someone perfect. Larry and Esker?s face fell, while Stano just nodded. ?Shit,? Larry said. ?I mean, congratulation, but, it?s kind of a shame, too. Poor Doug. He?s going to be heartbroken.? ?I don?t think so,? I purred. ?Larry, you idiot! You?re as bad as Stano! You can?t -? It took a moment for my remark to penetrate. ?Doug?!? They said together. I sighed dreamily and gave the kind of smile that expressed how I truly felt. ?Doug.? I agreed. ?Well, shit.? ?You know what this means?? Stano asked. ?What?? ?We don?t have to worry about curing her character any more.? Larry?s jaw dropped. ?Damn! I?ve got to get ME a potion like that!? ***** The application I had running on my dataplaque was a reverse chronometer, counting down to zero, which was five minutes before Dr. Burchess? bio class began. On my way out of chorus, I raced through the halls to get to bio as fast as possible. I got there so quickly that the students from the last class were still trickling out. I got some raised eyebrows at the scarf around my neck, but I?d gotten that in chorus, too. And then, down the other hallway, I saw him coming - in the same headlong rush that I had used. He looked up and saw me and time slowed down. I don?t mean that my accelerated senses took over, just that my mind began running and recording things as if we were moving in slow motion. It was the slow motion of waiting for Christmas to arrive. The feeling of paradise almost within your grasp, as it draws closer and closer. And then he was there, wrapping his arms around my back, lifting me easily off the ground, and all was right with the world. Our lips met and I was in heaven. ?Geez, Winrow, the way you?re playing tonsil-hockey, why don?t you just scarf her?? We broke apart and looked up, as Patrick and Jeff approached. I gave them a vapid smile. They saw the scarf at my neck and their eyes went wide. ?Uh? Macintyre, isn?t it? Did he tell you what that means?? I possessively took hold of Doug?s arm. ?What? That he owns me? That I?m his possession? That I am utterly his? Yep.? They gave oddly frustrated smiles. Patrick punched Doug lightly in the arm. ?Man, someday you?re going to have to give me some of your pointers.? Doug was bemused. ?That?s the first time he hasn?t called me a clumsy idiot.? I continued to hold Doug?s arm as we drifted into class. Kate came back to join us, and noticed the scarf almost immediately. For a moment her mouth hung open, then she glared at me. ?Are you sure you know what you?re doing?? ?I -? What could I say? She knew what I was. She knew as well as I did that in a few weeks or a month, I would be sent somewhere else. ?I hope so, Kate. All I know is that right now, I *have* to do this.? ?Well, I wish you luck.? Alright, I?ll admit it. I haven?t got the slightest idea what Dr. Burchess said in his lecture. He came in and nodded to the class. He noticed the scarf and gave a little smirk. I imagine he was thinking of what Doug had waiting for him. He then began his lecture, and I began my study of Doug?s face. It was very odd. No, not Doug?s face - that was beautiful. What was odd was the feeling of being in love. A part of my rational mind was struggling to make itself heard, worrying about the mission, my duty, how an agent is supposed to be constantly alert. But the emotional centers of my mind knew where our priorities lay. Barett Varden had been a fine man, and I remembered him fondly. But Doug was the real thing. It wasn?t his generosity or intelligence or humor or nobility. Those all helped. There was just something that made him undeniably *him*. I was immensely thankful that I had been turned into a woman, because if I?d still been a man, a middle aged man at that, all of society would have been against me. I would have seen Doug and fallen for him, and never understood how this disaster had happened. And he would have seen me and been repulsed. But through a miracle, I was a girl. An attractive girl, and Doug wanted me. Society seemed to think that this relation was right and proper. As for me, I knew I would love him no matter what shape I was in - man, woman, or jellyfish. Class let out and we headed for the cafeteria, hand in hand. Doug ordered popcorn shrimp, and I got the same, just to be like him. ?Kate,? he said, ?I?m sorry, but we?re going to abandon you today.? She nodded. ?I understand. Have fun.? We found a vacant classroom and fed each other lunch. I found out later that it?s a tradition for your first meal together after the scarf. ?You know,? he said, ?there aren?t any classes after lunch. Check your schedule. There?s the assembly, and everyone sings the traditional songs, then the school heads over to the elementary complex for the Touchdown Play.? I was sitting in his lap by this point, so it was easy to lay my head against his chest. ?Good. Because I want to hold you for the rest of the day.? I leaned back so that I could look him in the eye. ?Doug?? ?Mmm hmm?? He had a sort of goofy grin as he looked at me. ?You?re going to have to tell me when I need to back off. Because right now, I?m feeling pretty damn possessive. I don?t think I?d let you go for the next year if I didn?t have to.? He gulped. ?Well, that might be a little extreme.? ?So you have to tell me when I?m coming on too strong.? I giggled (Honestly! It surprised me.) and wrapped my arms around him. ?Tell me when I should back off. I promise not to get upset, okay? But right now I can?t help being kind of clingy.? He gave a perverted sounding old-man chuckle. ?Better watch yourself, girl. Too much talk like that and some young pups might try to take advantage of you!? ?Oh, I probably don?t need to worry, old man. We?ll be at a grade-school play. I don?t think there are any back seats or shadowed benches where a man could take advantage of an innocent girl like me.? Doug coughed, apparently shocked at the suggestion I was making. Then he continued in his old-man voice again. ?I wouldn?t be too sure of that, you sweet young thang. There are a few locked rooms that overlook the stage. If your feller knew the combination to one of those locks, who knows what might happen?? ?Oh,? I said, ?but Sir Robert would never take advantage of even the most *insistent* girl.? I rubbed my body up against him, just to emphasize things. ?Uh - ? Doug?s voice suddenly cracked, and he began speaking in his normal voice again. ?I hope I don?t have to remind you? I?m not Sir Robert. That?s just a game. You know that, right?? I took a hold of his wonderfully large hand and looked into his eyes. I wanted to see his expression. ?I know that *very* well, Doug,? I told him, almost purring the words. ?And I couldn?t be happier. After all, we both know that Sir Robert would panic and back away if I did something like this.? And with this, I took his large warm hand and pressed it firmly against my blouse, just over my right breast. His eyes opened wide and then even wider. He closed his hand slightly, squeezing me. I couldn?t help giving a little hum of pleasure. I knew my own smile was growing wider. Doug brought his other hand up to caress both my breasts. His eyes still had a look of wonder and disbelief on them. Slowly, he ran his hands over my breasts, watching in delight as my nipples rose under his caress, leaving telltale bumps showing through my blouse. His thumbs rubbed over both of my nubs at the same time, causing me to gasp in pleasure. ?Are you okay? I didn?t hurt you, did I?? ?Definitely not, lover. It?s just that we girls are really sensitive there. Touching my breast, caressing me like that, makes me feel all?? my voice trailed off. For a moment, I couldn?t figure out how to answer him. I know what I wanted to say, but I really, really didn?t want to scare him off. So I exerted as much self-control as I could manage, and wrapped myself around him while nibbling at his wonderfully masculine neck. ?Gee,? I whispered breathily in his ear, ?it?s too bad you *don?t* know about one of those locked rooms. Otherwise we could spend the rest of the afternoon making out.? I don?t think I?ve ever seen a person with such huge pupils. His eyes were showing virtually no iris at all. ??really?? ?Uh huh.? Still wrapped around him, I couldn?t help giving a girlish shiver of anticipation. I pressed my lips to his and kissed him for all I was worth. We spent a while like that. Lips locked, hands roaming over each other?s back and neck. I was just reaching the stage where I was about to beg Doug to knock me up when someone came walking into the classroom. Doug and I looked up in shock at the poor guy as he stared at us. Fortunately, we were still fully clothed, even if that clothing was a bit disheveled. ?Uh, new scarf, see?? Doug said, grabbing my scarf. ?We were, uh, just sharing our first meal together. You know how it is.? The student nodded dumbly for a moment before exiting quickly. ?I think that?s our clue to move to someplace more private,? Doug said. ?Then you *do* know the combination to one of those locked rooms!? I tried to purr my voice into his ear as I rubbed my body against his. ?Wow,? he said. ?I?m not exactly sure what I did to interest someone like you, but I?m not going to complain. Uh, give me a second to straighten up.? He turned away to tuck his shirt in. I knew he was trying to deal with his obvious erection. I smiled, thinking back to that time eons ago when I had been a teenaged boy. Erections were a common humiliation for teenaged guys. I was happy to have left that behind. I suppose it would be more accurate to say that my signs had changed. Most of them were internal now. It was certainly obvious to *me* that my insides were reacting to Doug?s physical presence, but on the outside, the only thing that showed were the two very hard and extremely sensitive points at the front of my blouse. I suppose my flush and the way I often clung to Doug?s arms might be taken as secondary clues. When Doug turned around again, I was surprised at how good a job he had done of getting himself under control. But in just a moment, I saw his pants bulging out again. ?Damn! I, ah, I didn?t mean to? ah?? ?Maybe you?d carry my dataplaque for me?? I offered. ?Oh, ah, sure.? He grabbed it along with his own and held them casually in front of his lap. It didn?t really hide things, but it was a little more discrete. ?Well,? I said, ?although I?m flattered, I guess I don?t want us to be too badly embarrassed. Would you carry my vest, too?? He took it gratefully, then looked in my face with his grateful but embarrassed smile. ?Sorry. Uh, thanks. I?m sorry, but I can?t really control it -? His voice halted as his gaze slipped down to my blouse. I stuck out like two sore thumbs. ?Let?s make our way to this ?locked room? of yours, *quickly,*? I suggested. ?Uh, sure.? Holding my vest casually in front of himself, and with me on one arm, Doug made his way out of the room and into the hallway. I?d been hoping that we could be a bit more subtle, perhaps a bit more discrete. I think every student in the hallway noticed us. Their eyes were first drawn to that silly, wonderful scarf, and then they quickly noticed my arousal. That was followed by noticing Doug, and I don?t think anyone was fooled. Lastly, they noticed how we were holding each other. The message didn?t need to be spelled out. ?Uh, so long,? Doug called to a friend. ?See you at the elementary complex.? We strode along, trying to make good time. After we passed through the school gates, Doug spoke quietly out of the side of his mouth. ?Did you see those looks they gave us? It was like they thought we were going to? well, you know.? ?Doug, if I wasn?t having my ?time? right now, we probably would.? His gulp was audible. ?You?re kidding, right?? ?Doug, every time I take a step my blouse shifts a little bit. Even through my bra, I can feel it as the fabric slides over my? over me. If it wasn?t for the protection I need for my period, I?d be leaving a wet spot every time I sat down. I can barely keep my eyes in focus, and it?s all I can do to keep from running, which I can?t do because I don?t know the way, only you do.? ?Wow.? He said that a lot. It was *so* cute! ?I mean, it?s obvious that guys spend all their time obsessing about girls, but I never thought girls really, you know, looked forward to it that way. I thought you just sort of accepted it.? ?Are you kidding?? I hissed quietly. ?Girls spend a TONS more time on this than guys do.? Which was definitely true. You?d probably have to take a turn at both sides of the fence to gather the data that I had. But after participating in the social circles, conversations, and locker rooms of both genders, it was clear to me that girls had sex on the mind. We lived it, breathed it, and walked it every day of our lives. But it was hard to present that evidence without explaining how I was so familiar with men?s locker rooms. Instead? ?Doug, have you ever looked at the magazines that girls download?? ?Not really, why?? ?Because they?re practically pornographic, that?s why. The articles are all things like ?How to be a better lover,? ?How to have more orgasms during sex,? ?Clothes that make you look hot,? ?How to make your tits bigger,? and even things like ?To shave or not to shave.?? ?Sh-sh-shave? Like, shaving your legs?? ?Not quite. Top of the legs, lover. I think you know what I mean.? Doug was having trouble walking upright, by this point. ?Um, do girls *do* that? I mean?? ?You mean, do *I* shave myself?? ?Uh, well?? This was too fun! The only problem was, the more embarrassed Doug got, the more turned on I got. I hadn?t been kidding about the feel of my blouse. By this point, I was trying to walk without moving my arms. It isn?t that hard to do, but it looks a little odd. I leaned into his arm. ?Honestly, I don?t think I would. But for whatever reason, I?m one of those people who just doesn?t have any body hair. Not a trace of it below the neck.? ?Really?? I leaned a bit closer and said quietly, ?Don?t believe me? Maybe in a couple of days? I?ll have to let you see for yourself. Nothing but smooth naked flesh.? My lover was silent after that little bombshell. I was honestly trying to hold back. I didn?t want to push him too fast. Well, that?s not quite true. I wanted to have him inside me RIGHT NOW, but I was afraid of scaring him off. So I was trying to be good, trying to be patient. But it was soooo hard. I snickered at that. Most likely, *he* was so hard. Now if I could just take care of that for him, maybe we could both be happy. For a while, I just concentrated on walking next to him. In addition to everything else that was making today special, I was wearing regular girl-clothes - a sheer blouse of Crystal?s, and one of her more sedate skirts. That is, it was clingy around my hips and fell to almost my knees. Between the slightly tight skirt and the hose I was wearing, I felt a little self-conscious about my clothes. Every time I took a step, walking in a feminine ?tightrope walk? style, I was feeling my thighs brush together, and the constraint of the skirt tended to give my butt a bit more sway than usual. There are times that I?ve really cursed Crystal. Right at that moment, I was half-loving / half-hating her for giving us an enhanced sex drive. I don?t know, maybe it was my period. Maybe it was being in love. Maybe I was just horny. But everything I saw was turning me on. My mind was filling more and more with images of my body, Doug?s body, and our two bodies together. It was more than distracting, it was almost overwhelming. If I didn?t do something to shift my attention - soon - I was going to do something that I would probably regret (later), and I?d probably be doing it in public, right there on the street. ?So,? I said, attempting to sound casual, ?Your friend Stano talks like he?s quite the sex fiend.? Oh, *that* was subtle. ?Ah, heh heh, sorry about that.? He looked sort of ashamed, as if he was afraid I might notice that *he* sometimes had perverted thoughts. *Oh, Doug,* I thought, *you have nothing to worry about. I?d be happy right now if your thoughts were even half as obscene as mine.* ?Stano, well, he?s a neat guy, and fun to talk to when there?s just guys around, you know? His mouth, well, he tends to offend a lot of girls. He?s rude, vulgar, crass. I think he?d probably mellow out a lot if he ever got a girlfriend.? ?Uh huh,? I agreed. ?You know, when there?s just a bunch of girls together, we sometimes talk the same way.? ?No way!? ?Way. In the locker room, or like at a sleepover when we?re all lying around in the middle of the night in our nighties.? Well, I knew about the locker rooms. And based on my experiences with Crystal and Amber, I was extrapolating to other girls. Maybe that wasn?t the best idea. ?Anyway, for a lot of girls, like me, it isn?t Stano?s mouth that turns a girl off, it?s the thought that if he?s talking like that and you go along with him, it?s like you?re giving him permission. Like you?re going along with everything he?s saying, and you?re, I don?t know, eager. Easy. Is this making any sense?? ?I think so,? he said. ?You know, I think maybe guys know that, too. For a lot of them, talking to a girl is just the opening salvo in the effort to get into her pants.? He looked at me in horror. ?I didn?t mean -? I just squeezed his arm harder. ?Don?t worry, Doug. Keep talking.? He gave a sort-of laugh. ?Yeah, well. I mean, the talk is nothing more than a sort of probe. It?s like they?re feeling the girl out, just by talking to her. And if they think she?s giving the right response, then they figure whatever goes is okay, even if later she tells them ?no,? because all of the negotiation happened earlier on, when she thought it was just a conversation.? My distraction had worked, because we arrived at a civic area. The south face of the square held an elementary school, while the west face held a performance center. Doug led us to the performance center. I dropped my voice, but continued the conversation. ?So with Stano,? I said, ?the problem is that he?s barely started a conversation, when he suddenly jumps to a level of intimacy that a girl might not want. She doesn?t want to commit herself to him, even in conversation.? Doug took us to a side ?employees only? door and punched a quick pattern on the door?s keypad. ?I think I get it. I?ll do my best not to make Stano?s mistake.? I stopped, holding tight to his hand. He came to a reluctant halt as I held him in place. I looked around, seeing that there was no one around in these back hallways. Still, I reached up for his neck and pulled him down, so that I could whisper in his ear. ?You don?t get it at all,? I said, for his ears only. ?I wouldn?t talk to Stano like that, because I wouldn?t want anyone to think that I was committing to him, or offering something I wasn?t.? My voice became a little more breathy. ?But if I was *already* committed to a boy, he could talk as dirty as he wanted to me. I wouldn?t be offended. It might even turn me on.? With that, I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and let him go. The room was an old storage rooms for PE equipment. There were balls, ropes, mats, cones, and all sorts of other play tools heaped around haphazardly. High up on one wall was a small window that overlooked the stage. We both peeked out of it, then cleared a spot for ourselves by rearranging a couple of thick mats. Doug pulled over a small bench, and then stood awkwardly, looking at me. ?Uh? what now?? He was *so* cute! As awkward as a little puppy. And I realized that I couldn?t really feel superior, since I wasn?t sure what to do either. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him. After a moment, I spoke quietly into his chest. ?I?m sorry, Doug. I?m feeling really awkward and nervous right now. I know what I?d like to do, but I?m not sure how to get from here to there. I? this is going to sound stupid. I?m hoping you think I?m pretty. I hope you like my body. I want you to like *me*. So, I? I want to give something to you. A gift, I guess. I?m hoping you?ll think it?s a gift.? He held me tighter. ?Pretty? You are so damn sexy and beautiful that I can barely get to sleep at night. You don?t need to give me anything.? I giggled just a bit. ?This is a sort of special gift. Very personal.? ?What?? ?Me.? I squeezed him harder. ?My body.? *My heart.* ?I want to share myself with you.? I tilted my head back to look at him. There were problems with that, because the tears pooled up in my eyes and made him all blurry. ?Beautiful lady,? he said, ?that is a gift beyond measure. I?m not worthy, but I can?t help but accept.? He lowered his head down to kiss me, gently. ?Caitlin!? It was from my earring. ?What the HELL is going on? I was barely into lunch when I started creaming my panties! Do you know how hard it was to get away and find someplace private to talk to you? And now it?s starting up even worse -? ?Let me just take off these earrings, first,? I told Doug, as I reached up to undo them. ?Caitlin? Don?t you dare -? And her voice vanished as I pulled the earrings off and slipped them into my purse. ?I don?t mean to hint,? I said to Doug, ?but it would be a shame if there was anything in the way, to keep you from nibbling on my ear lobes. Now, where were we?? ?You wanted to share yourself with me.? With a look of tentative daring, he moved his hand and placed it on my left breast. I smiled and shook my head. ?I?m sorry! I didn?t mean -? I reached up and touched his lips, shushing him. Then, as his eyes got wider and wider, I moved his hand to the top button on my blouse. He looked at me in question, and I nodded shyly. Then, with a look of total wonder, he slowly began to unbutton my blouse. I don?t know quite how to describe it. My excitement mounted as each button came loose. I was straining to get free from the blouse, and as the cool air whispered across my cleavage, I couldn?t help gasping. Doug gasped too, but for different reasons, I think. Before I knew it, the shirt was gone, expertly wadded and tossed aside. For a moment, Doug?s fingertips reverently traced the lacey cups of my bra, raising me again to full excited display. I arched my back, pointing closer to him, offering. Instead, his hands continued their movement over the lacy white cups. His thumbs moved up to the two hard nubs at the front of the cups. He gently stroked over them, while I watched the sparkles of fireworks that were exploding behind my retinas. ?They?re so? hard.? ?Don?t you ever get hard, Doug?? ?Well, yeah. Of course.? ?Same thing, only girls get it here.? Among other places. ?I? they want you to touch them.? My breath was coming in little gasps now. ?Can?t you see how they?re straining towards you? Reaching for you? They?re begging you to touch them, because each touch makes them feel sooooo good.? Silently, tentatively, he did. And it was so good that my knees almost buckled. My back arched, my eyes and mouth sprang open in a surprised ?Oh!? Before I quite knew what was happening, we were both straddling a bench. I was arching my back, leaning slightly backward. Doug was facing me, hunched forward, carefully playing his fingers over my skin outside the bra, teasing a finger down into my cleavage. He had barely touched me, but it was some of the most fantastic foreplay I?ve ever had. You know the look a young child had on Christmas morning? That?s how Doug was looking at me. I felt so? wanted. I guess that?s the word. I don?t think Doug was thinking of me as a person, as a being with emotions like his. Right now, he was focused like a laser on my body. Well, on my breasts. And maybe I should have been irritated, but God was it flattering. For those moments, he wanted to touch my flesh as much as I longed to have him touch me. He stared at my tits in their lacy wrap and it was like he was staring into the face of God. I was simultaneously feeling like a total sex object, and feeling like the most powerful goddess in the universe. I was so happy. He ran his fingertips over my shoulders, down my sides, and across my belly. If I hadn?t been sitting down I would have collapsed. Then he ran his magnificent burning fingers over my bra. ?It unclips in back,? I told him. His smile got even wider. The best part was, he had to put his arms around me to reach the fastener. And then, the tension was released. You know what it feels like, as your bra comes loose, no longer tight around your chest. In a moment, full weight returned to my breasts, and I hung free, swaying gently inside the two fabric cups. And Doug acted as if he was picking up a holy relic as he slowly lifted the bra away from me. The cups came free of my breasts and my nipples strained even tighter as the little gusts of air were suddenly whispering over the skin of my breasts. My arms went all goose-bumpy. Doug reached forward in wonder and his hand stopped, an agonizing centimeter away from my yearning flesh. Doug reached forward like he was afraid of leaving fingerprints on me, and gently stroked the soft skin of my breasts. His fingers traced lazy circles of delight, then moved to gently touch my nipples. "Is this okay? You don?t mind if I? touch you?? I was biting my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. ?Please! More!? I was almost crying. And then, his hands and fingers went to work. Before I understood how it had happened, my bra was on the floor atop my blouse. Somehow, Doug was now sitting *behind* me. His wonderful strong arms were wrapped around me, and his hands were roaming the smooth skin of my breasts, occasionally sliding down to my belly or sliding up to stroke my shoulder or neck. I realized that I was moaning and crying all at the same time. ?What?s wrong, Angel?? ?Doug, you have no idea how utterly fabulous this feels!? ?I can?t believe this is really happening. But thank you, Caitlin. Thank you so much for the gift.? He began hefting me, first on the left side and then on the right, then both together, testing how well I jiggled. Pretty damn fine, actually. I relaxed all the ligaments to give myself a little more weight and heft and enjoyed how I bounced in my love?s hands - even if I was just a little tender. His hands swept down around my waist, trying to circle my waist in a stranglehold. Even with Crystal?s sex-toy design, I wasn?t *that* tiny-waisted, but I guess the contrast of bust-to-waist did make for a rather nice figure. Hell, there?s no sense in being modest. Crystal had made sure we were stacked. And Doug seemed to be verifying that by feel, as his hands swept over me in the classic hourglass movement. Hips wide and plush, tiny waist that was perfect for a quick arm to circle ?round, and a generous bust that seemed to attract his busy hands the way music chips attracted a shoplifter. His fingers danced and stroked, then his hands clutched over me again, giving me that fabulous double-squeeze. ?You?re so huge!? I responded with a half-gasp, half-giggle, ?I?m only a C-cup. *You?re* the one with the huge hands.? It was true, each of his hands was gigantic enough to engulf my entire breast, and he was doing exactly that. He leaned close, whispering in my ear. The touch of his breath made me shiver. ?Come on, now. These perfect globes might be normal on a tall girl, but on your tiny frame they?re huge.? He squeezed me for emphasis. I was leaning back against his chest and his arms were wrapped around me, hugging and caressing me. One of his deliciously large, warm hands clutched each of my breasts, squeezing gently. I felt myself grow hard, until my points were pressing impatiently into his palms. ?You really like that?? ?God, yes. I?m a little tender, considering that it?s my time of the month, but you make me feel so good.? Encouraged, he left off with the squeezing and concentrated his attention spiraling in toward my tips. I hadn?t realized I could get that hard, or that my flesh could be so sensitive. His first attack lifted me right off the bench. ?AHHHH? that was a little rough!? ?Oh, sorry!? He went to the other extreme, feather-light touches. First circling the nubbly skin of my areola, then rubbing his fingertips across the front of my nipple. I swear that I could read his fingerprints that way. I started a sort of singing moan. ?Is that bad?? ?Don?t you dare stop! If I wasn?t in love with you before, I would be now. God, right now I would do *anything* for you!? He didn?t reply, he just have a small satisfied ?hmm? into the top of my head. For the next hundred years, he practiced his techniques on the front of my body. Occasionally he would lift me into his lap so that his teeth could nibble at my neck and ears, while his breath caressed those same spots. His voice? he whispered to me of his love and gratitude and how much he wanted me and how much he needed me. His hands, they stroked up and down the front of my body, from my throat down my sides to my waist, circling there and moving up to spiral in or dance across my breasts. And his fingers danced about my tips, which were swollen to the bursting point. Circling over the areola, sliding across the nipples, tweaking oh-so-gently, lightly rolling me, and testing complex rhythms - alternating sides or both together. I melted. I knew that I was being worshipped. No goddess ever had it so good. I was the utter focus of his mind and libido both, the absolute center of his attention, and someday soon, the eager receptacle for his seed. My lone worshipper brought me to the edge of ecstasy and then held me there for hours, days, as he worked his delights on me. As a man I would have been impatient, wanting to move directly to the big payoff, if I may be so crude. But as a woman, I was perfectly happy to move up to that edge and hang there forever. As I floated there in the sea of delight, some back portion of my mind thought of other differences. The man I had been would have *needed* to be active, perhaps dominant in our little stroking session. But I felt nothing like a man right now. I was blissfully happy to be all things feminine: passive, receptive, accepting, yielding, embraced and protected. In general, I?d like to think that my personality hasn?t changed all that much. In fact, if anything the new girl-me is louder, more assertive, more aggressive, and far more confident than the male me ever was. But in love making? I was learning that things were different. Don?t get me wrong, I don?t think I?m the submissive type. But something primal inside of me wanted nothing more than to be enfolded in the arms of a strong man and protected, cherished and stroked. I wanted to be *owned*. That makes it sound like a slavery/dominance thing, and that wasn?t it at all. Away from our lovemaking I was an equal and very aggressive partner. But in our secret places, I wanted to be able to drop all my barriers and be held and guarded by my lover. I wanted him to coax me out, expertly drawing me out until I could gift him with each of my most personal treasures. And as I gave him each part of me, he would come to own me, more and more. In the same way that I would take *him* into me, and own a part of him, inside of me. And perhaps it was my period, or perhaps the intense stimulation of my breasts found an echo within my womb, but suddenly I was acutely conscious of my womb - my uterus. I felt it inside of me: hard as a rock, and very, very empty. And I knew that I wanted to be a woman for real. The most fabulous thing I could imagine was Doug?s seed inside of me, filling me up, and then touching one of my own eggs. I wanted a baby. As I lay in Doug?s arms, writhing and singing and moaning in utter delight, my mind spun fantasies for me. Doug?s child grew within me, a beautiful baby girl. I was an agent and I knew I?d never be able to marry Doug, but his child would be enough. She would grow inside of me and I would truly be a woman. I would become a mother, and hold my child, and rock her, and nurse her. I would give her all the love that I?d never be able to share with Doug. I felt so devastatingly empty right now, but soon, in a couple of days, I would be ready. Doug would fill me, and I would be complete. And this strange period which had seemed like such a curse would actually be the greatest blessing of all, because it meant that for a precious few days I would be truly fertile. I could get pregnant. I *would* get pregnant. And the agency would surely see this as an act of God, or a side-effect of hazardous duty, or some such thing. And they would *have* to give me maternity leave. Maternity leave and more. I would have enough time to raise my baby girl. Ten years, perhaps twenty. And with that amount of time, I could settle down. I *could* marry Doug, and we could be together forever. And I was so happy, and so empty, and so desperately in love, while my love held me, and stroked me, and played me like a virtuoso. In some fashion that seems to be unique to the female of the species, my heart filled with a hundred emotions simultaneously: love, desire, emptiness, need. Doug?s arms and fingers and mouth raised me up to a level that I had never before achieved, and he held me there for what seemed to be an eternity, while I writhed in my various passions. ?Ahhh!? Doug was suddenly the one crying out, as he did the bump ?n? grind into the small of my back. I felt a sudden spot of warmth at the back of my skirt and disengaged carefully, turning to look at my man. He looked at me with an expression of total shame and humiliation. I think he was actually afraid. I shushed him, placing my finger on his lips. Neither one of us said a word. Slowly, I unzipped his pants, then, reaching for my purse, I pulled out some tissue. I carefully pulled his pants down and off, and using the tissue, I cleaned him off thoroughly. Fortunately, I still had the little bags that went with my tampons, so I was able to wrap the tissues up safely again. As I leaned over Doug, I tried to be reverent in the attention I gave him - as reverent as the attention that he had given me. Neither one of us spoke, but I was careful to make sure that I kept giving him shy smiles. There was something special and wonderful about touching him like this, caring for him, cleaning him. I knew that what had happened was just another compliment that he was giving me. Much like the compliments that he continued to give me. He stared at me, as I toplessly worked on cleaning him. If he was looking for a trace of sag, he wouldn?t find any. I stood out as straight and firm as any young girl. After all, these breasts were only a few months old. Even without the advantages that agents had, I hadn?t had *time* to develop any sag. I arched my back and pointed myself at him proudly, defying gravity as I swayed gently, my nipples almost brushing against his shirt. I made sure to sway slightly side-to-side, to give myself a little jiggle, then I had to stifle a giggle, as I felt him respond down in my hand. Once he was clean, I pulled him down on the musty mat to lay beside me. We held one another - me topless and him bottomless, as we clung together and shared our feelings, and trembled together. After a short while, his hands strayed again to my mounds and began to caress and explore my flesh. What is it with breasts? It?s like they?re magnetized for a guy?s hands. On the other hand (snicker) I can?t say that I really object. I guess I do sort of have mind-control mammaries. Doug is unable to keep his hands off me, and after I?ve been squeezed and stroked and tweaked and rubbed, my mind is controlled by them, too. At that point, I would have done just about anything for him. As for Doug, I think he would have fallen asleep if not for the magnetic attraction of my love mounds. That continued for a while - perhaps a day or two. His attention was obviously flagging, but his hands had a life of their own. And those clever hands kept me at a peak of girlish delight as he kept me fully awash in female hormones. And while he drifted, half asleep, I engaged in my own daydreams. It was in this state that I finally whispered to him: ?I?m jealous, you know.? ?Whazat?? he mumbled into the top of my head, where he was nuzzling my hair. ?All those little sperm. They got away.? He was suddenly wide awake again, judging by the increasing squeezes on my breasts. ?I may belong to you now, but it goes both ways. Those little sperms? They?re MINE. From now on, they only go into MY body. And Doug, I want them really bad!? He leaned back to look me in the eye. ?Uh, if you really want?? ?No, not today. Desperate as I am for you, hunky guy. But right now I?m so disgusting down below that I?d leave blood on mats and it would be a thorough turn-off, and I?m afraid you?d never want to even come near me again.? ?That?s not -? ?So instead,? I leaned closer to whisper in his ear, ?why don?t you just keep me right on the edge, the way you?re doing now, until I?m so insane that I can?t stand it any more. And someday soon, when I finally *am* clean, I?ll tell you, and we can plan for it all day long. And then you?ll take me someplace private and lay me down.? Doug was paying marvelous attention to me now, and his magnificent hands combined with my words were almost enough to send me over the edge. I pulled back my skirt a little and raised one leg over him. Now his stiffness was rubbing against my panties in a way that was good for both of us. ?And then,? I whispered, rubbing my panties against him in a way that was sooo good, ?you?ll undress me slowly and completely. I?ll be utterly naked, and utterly at the service of your pleasure. And you will take your clever, clever fingers and spread me open, and place your tip at my entrance. And then,? I gave a bump of my panties into him, ?you?ll suddenly slide inside of me. You?ll push your spear into me and I will be so filled up that I?ll want to scream in delight. And you?ll plow my field while I cleave unto you. And then you?ll *own* me.? And I pictured his seed, filling me, impregnating me. And I would own *him*, holding him inside of my womb, until I would swell up with his child. Forever and ever and ever. And as I ground my panties into his bulge, as his eager thumbs flicked my nipples, as we strove to make our bodies one, I thought only of Doug and our union, and my passions finally climaxed. It was twin babies licking at my nipples, and Doug?s shaft was firmly inside of me, making a third baby. And I was with Doug, and our children, and our whole family was perfect. Somehow the real world was mixed up into my images, because I remember holding Doug as tight as I could. I was all over him, rubbing my breasts against his delightfully rough shirt, stroking his hair, kissing his neck and face and lips, hugging him close and wrapping my arms and legs around him as I shuddered in pleasure and saw the dream of our family and life together, always together. Looking back on it now, I know that I was completely insane. Things had started with physical needs and an offer of physical play, but in my mind, things had gone far beyond that simple beginning. The need for Doug burned inside me. It was almost painful in its intensity. And the more he touched me, the more I needed him. What had started as heavy petting had ended with me practically raping the poor boy. And what had begun as a high school crush had expanded in my mind. I was suddenly planning out a pregnancy, a baby, a marriage, and an entire life. But? I think that I understand a little better what drives some single mothers. To my shame, I know that I was no better. Probably I was worse. But? I still remember those times in Doug?s arms. The memories are so terribly sharp that I can barely think of them for a moment without feeling the emptiness - in my arms, in my loins, in my womb. I still can?t think of them without the tears coming. And I know that even today, if I had it in my power to change things, I would do anything to hold my love once more. NEXT EPISODE: Cheerleaders? revenge. First sighting of the monster. And perhaps? a fashion show? ************************************************* COPYRIGHT: Planetary Agents 3: Tentacles of Doom (Version 1.0), chapter 6, Copyright (c) 2001, by Babs Yerunkle (babs_yerunkle -at- hotmail -dot- com). This file may be freely archived, copied, transmitted, and redistributed, provide that it remains in its original form with all warnings, copyright, author credit, and other info intact. It may NOT be distributed for profit or sold for profit. While reserving copyright for characters and text, permission is freely granted to create derivative works based on names, characters, situations, etc. The preceding is a work of fiction and (unfortunately?) bears no relation to actual persons, situations, or technologies. As with many previous works, I owe thanks to Kara Anne Kalel and Maggie Finson for prereading, editing, proofing, and other assistance. Thanks again! *************************************************