13 comments/ 20396 views/ 12 favorites A New Race By: Ddonn Interracial Unification I first heard of Unification Theology from the young niece of a black client on the day of his funeral. I could save his home but I couldn't save him. Carol was his twenty-two year old "niece." She was a "nice" girl who sang in the choir and was active in the church. I'd met her and his extended family a few months before at a party in his home. He had several children, grandchildren and nieces and nephews as well as "god children" who were people with some kind of connection that was not blood related. Carol was among the single black girls who attended and one of them who was interested in me. Carol was an attractive girl, medium height and medium build, with a pretty face and a smooth, coffee colored complexion. She had a wonderful voice. Her relationship the family Patriarch was ambiguous. She called him uncle, but I had the feeling that he was actually her biological father by a woman who was not his wife. She was,well educated and worked in real estate like so many other family members. He was a successful real estate investor who made friends with minority real estate professionals and that opened doors for jobs for them. Carol was very attentive at the family party a few months ago and was extremely thankful for my efforts. She was very religious but according to other family members she had some unconventional ideas about the subject. She believed in something called Unification Theology . The details were unclear, but there was apparently some kind of racial angle to it. I'd heard of Black Liberation Theology but this was different. She wanted to explain it to me at the family party, but they kind of steered her away in another direction. I sensed that she was interested in more than talking religion with me and so did the rest of her family. If they thought I was interested, they were right. I'd hoped to run into her again, but it didn't happen...until now on this sad occasion. The funeral ceremony was beautiful. The choir, all attired in navy blue gowns, sang beautifully and his "niece" was terrific. Her voice was strong, deep, smooth...in a word, wonderful. She really put her heart and soul into it. I notice that she noticed me crowd and looked directly at me several times. She had a very direct, concentrated glance. After the service she drifted over to me, said how much her "uncle " admired me, how grateful was her family and how she'd wished she could have properly showed her gratitude to me beyond simply saying thankyou. That was more than enough, I assured her. Besides, it was ancient history. She asked if I was going by the "house" afterward. I said I hadn't been invited to the "house", actually. "Well now you have." She was obviously flirting with me. I thought it was a little untoward on the day of her "uncle's" funeral, but who am I to judge? Weddings are hotbeds of sexuality and maybe, for some people, funerals are too. She'd ridden over with another family member who took off and left her and she asked me to drive. Of course I said yes. She was still wearing her black full length choir gown, which seemed unusual, because no one else was. "Let's hurry up and go," she urged. "I find all this weeping and wailing depressing. " I was startled by her bluntness, but not entirely surprised. Much of the family devotion to the Patriarch was in a word, financial. Now would come the scramble for his estate. Maybe Carol though I could help her with that. Well maybe I can, I thought. If the price is right. She got into the front seat. "Turn left," she said. "But the house is the other way. " "My apartment is the other way." "Come on up," she said a few minutes later when we got there. "Have a seat," she said. She began, "This is a sad occasion for me. I loved my uncle, but I have little use for the rest of the family. They have little use for me. I was sort of outside the rest. The actual issue of who my parents are is kind of vague. I'm sure there's a reason. I'm very different from the rest. I've always felt that way." "I noticed they treated you differently. There's a distance, a coldness toward you, Carol," I said, sympathetically. She continued: "When we first met at the family dinner, you were talking about Haiti and the French Revolution and the Mulattos. Remember?" "Sure I do. I also remember that your black cousins didn't think much of a white man who presumed to know something about black history beyond platitudes." She made a face. "Oh yeah, " she sneered contemptuously. " My brilliant cousin. Mr. Black Studies. What a fucking loser. He was pissed that his uncle relied on a white man for help instead of him. Thank God you were there." "But that's not what I want to talk about.," she said. "I was impressed with what you said about Haiti and the racial issues there. You show respect for black people. I was also interested in what you said about the Mulattos. A new race born of the other two. The unification of the white men and black women to create something that was neither but was both." "I remember" "My family and other blacks always called me out for "acting white," "thinking white", and whatever. I find white men attractive and they hate that." " I think a lot of white men would find you attractive, Carol" I said. "You're nothing if not a lawyer are you?" She smiled. "I've always been active in the black church. The great black church" she said, half mocking. "My uncle insisted. He kept a very tight control on me. The whole family forced me to bend to their will and keeping me in church was one aspect keeping me in my place. God. If they only knew how much fucking goes on in the "black church.'' "I see," I said, not really seeing at all. "Does that shock you?" "It doesn't shock me. Lots of kids are at odds with their families. Church people have sex drives just like everybody else." She smiled. "Well , I am grateful for what you did to keep Uncle from losing everything. The family was kind of running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Thank God for you instead of Mr. Black Studies. He hates white people and spent years in college learning of new ways to call white people racists." I winced at her candor, but said "Thank you" anyway. "I'm sure your cousin meant all the best." "And I'm sure you're bullshiting me again Mr. White lawyer, " she laughed. "But I'm sure you mean all the best." "I wanted to talk to you after the party but the family ran interference. Assholes that they are. Know why?" she asked. "Ah...no I don't know why," I said truthfully. "They thought I wanted to fuck you. Imagine that?" She continued: "I loved the way you talked about Haiti and the French and the Mulattos. When you were talking about those French white men producing Mulatto children with black women.... it was like nothing I've ever heard before I was intrigued by the image of it. White men enslaved Africans, but then so many chose African women to have their children. I thought about that. I looked around me. White people are kind of disappearing. Black people have more life and spirit than whites. I know that sounds 'racist', but that's just how it seems to me. I think there are individual white men who are still strong, but most white men are just milk toast. I like the idea of a strong white man and the life force of a strong black woman. Just like in Haiti with the Mulattos. You said the Mulattos were the elite of the coloreds. The strength of the whites and the passion and life force of the blacks. All rolled into one brand new race. What do you think?" "I never thought of it except as history," I said. "I've always liked white guys. Problem is, there's a great supply of them around for me to choose from, Not many white guys in our black church. My asshole family hates whites. Of course they like you, but that's kind of different." "I've read the Bible and I think there is a message there. I think that men and women unify and become one when the get together. The unify in Christ when they accept him. In that unity there is great strength. There is great power, both physically and spiritually. When a white man and a black woman unify it's even greater. And when the white man and black woman unify in Christ and bring together their physical and spiritual sides, it's like something completely new has been born. Something new. Something more powerful, more spiritual. It's the future and all else is the past. It's not just physical. There's something spiritual about it." I said. "That's really very powerful, what you said. You've really thought it out I think." "Thinking is only part. Doing is the other part. I believe in unification. I believe that you were right about the Mulattos and the blending and merging of two different races to create a third superior race. " "I rally didn't say that. I was just repeating history that I'd read." She walked over to me, put her arms around my neck, pressed herself against me. It was obvious that she was nude under that gown. She kissed me...a long passionate deep kiss. I just stood there transfixed, feeling her big breasts pressed against me, her arms around my neck, her lips pressed against mine, her tongue in my mouth and my own erect penis pressed against her. She paused. "I' saw how you looked at me at the dinner. My family saw it too. You were very discreet, but some things can't be concealed. Do you deny that you wanted to fuck me?" "I deny that I said it." I was weakening. Of course I wanted to fuck her. " I think of us unifying together. Every night since I heard you talk about that book." She kissed me again. I kissed back. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her more tightly against me. I'd wanted to to that for a long time. I could feel that she wore nothing under that gown. Suddenly I realized she'd gone to the funeral and sung in the choir that way. God! The whole time she'd been nude underneath. She reached behind her gown and pulled down the zipper. The gown slipped off and onto the floor. Her shoulders were smooth and beautiful. Her breasts were huge, firm and proud. She pressed her nude body against me and kissed me again. We could both feel my hard cock. She reached down and rubbed it with the palm of her left hand. Then she took both hands and pulled down my zipper. I just stood rigidly. She pulled out my cock and gently handled it. Then she dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth. Her pneumatic lips were heavenly...soft, smooth and she knew how to apply just the right amount of presser and they slid up and down the full length of the shaft of of my cock. Then she brushed the full length of it with her lips, brushing them from the base to the head. I reached back and sat down on the couch that was behind me. She repositioned herself in front of me on her knees. "Oh," she moaned. She went back down on me, taking the full length, pausing, coming back up and down, regulating the speed and pressure with my breathing. She was slow and smooth...and wonderful. I wondered how she became so good at it. It was as though she was instinctive and was just following her natural inclinations. So different from insecure women who slip their lips over the head and frantically bob up and down only to pull back when they think you're going to come. Not her though. She was passionate, deep, measured and absolutely breathtaking. She stroked my balls with her fingertips. It went on seemingly forever. She would pick up the pace and then slow down. Finally I could not control any longer. I could feel the bomb inside me, its fuse burning ever shorter. "Oh God..... I'm gonna' come... gonna' come,." I was gasping. She looked up at me. Her eyes were wide and wild with excitement. This was the moment of truth and she was not backing down. She stopped moving back and forth and positioned the head of my penis in the middle of her mouth. I could feel her tongue on the underside as she paused, waiting for me. Then I came. The fuse burned down to the bomb inside me and it went off. I stiffened and thrust forward. Carol rolled back with my pelvic thrust and moaned softly. Her eyes widened and then blissfully closed. She moaned softly again as the built up pressure of a life time propelled a gusher of sperm into her mouth. Carol took my full load. She sighed and then she swallowed. I could feel her lips and tongue sliding up and down as if to savor every drop Then she swallowed again. Suddenly everything she said about unification and white and black becoming one...suddenly I understood it. It was beyond understanding. It was self evident. It was like experiencing the self evident force of nature. Unification.... she was right.. We had become as one in our passion and our union both emotionally and physically. Oh my God. I realized it was not complete. "Oh God, " I gasped. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to me and kissed her as passionately and as deeply as I could . Our lips and our tongues met. Our bodies pressed together. I could feel her bare back with my hands and her big breasts pushing against me. We each tasted both of us in our mouths. This was true physical unity. True unification. This beautiful black girl with her instinctive life force, her passion and her willingness to cross bridges and not look back was the first real woman I'd ever know. The first. The others were pretend women. Pretend passion. Pretend orgasms. Pretend love. "Oh please," she implored me. "Oh please. Make us complete. Unify us. We must become one. It is God's will, it is divine will that we unify in each other and achieve unification. " "Oh please. I can never do this with any other man. I know that. I knew when you first spoke and I first heard you. And understood you. I knew that I had to unify with a white man and it had to be you. " She paused, "I want you deep inside me...deep deep inside with nothing between us. Oh God, I want your baby. We will never be complete until we do this." Floodgates of emotion opened. This woman wants a baby with me. For the first time in my life, I wanted that too...I wanted to make a woman pregnant with my baby. After a lifetime of trying to avoid getting a girl pregnant, I felt an exhilerating sense of liberation at the idea of going deep into this woman with nothing between us! I knew I could come up with a dozen reasons to say no, but the time for making up reasons to deny what I really wanted with all my heart was over. Time to stop suffocating and start breathing. She proved her love for me. Now I must prove my love for her. I picked her up in my arms, carried her into the bedroom, pulled off my clothes, mounted her and plunged my cock deep, deep inside her, over and over and over....until the moment of truth came for both of us. Nine months later...she had my baby. A New Ray of Light "Come on Jane! You're going to miss the show!" "Um, I can't come tonight. I have a report to finish." "That's what you said last weekend! Now cut the crap and come on!" "I'm really sorry Kate. But I really can't." That was the usual talk on weekends between Jane, and her only friend Kate. Jane had always been a lonely and shy girl, and three years of college had done nothing to improve the situation. Every weekend Kate would go out with her friends, begging Jane to come along. But Jane never went. Maybe it was because she never trusted anybody. Maybe she lacked confidence or courage. Nobody knew why. Not even Jane herself. Jane was 21 years old. She had blonde hair, soft smooth skin, average sized breasts, thin and slender waist, and thin arms and legs. Though she looked very thin, she was by no means unhealthy. In short, she was a perfectly beautiful woman. And yet, she had, until this time, never gone out with anybody. No dates, no parties, nothing. Needless to say, she had never had sex. She didn't even masturbate. Though she was well aware of the phenomenon of self stimulation, she never felt the need. It was a Saturday night when Kate had again in vain asked Jane to accompany her and her friends. After a long time of pleading, when Kate finally left, Jane returned to what she was doing before her interruption. She was reading Hamlet by Shakespeare. Yes, she was one of the few people who read for fun. She closed the book and leaned back on the sofa. Her glasses were almost down to the edge of her nose. She put them off and closed her eyes. Her mind was still trapped in the entities of the book. She remembered how each character had a mate. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to kiss somebody on the lips; what it would feel like to touch their tongue... Ding! Her microwave gave a cry of triumph as it had successfully completed it's task of preparing food for it's mistress. Her train of thoughts interrupted, she cleared her mind. For the first time it occurred to her that she was missing something by not going out with Kate, or for that matter anyone else. She felt a little sad that she couldn't go out on dates because till today no boy had asked her out. Maybe it was because of her image as a sexless person. Her glasses, and her full sleeves shirt and full length trousers were partially to blame. However, one girl had once asked her out in high school. But she didn't agree, as she denounces the whole idea of homosexuality. But maybe she should have gone out with her, she thought. It wouldn't have hurt. And besides, Kate's a lesbian too. And she's also her best friend. They would have made a great couple. She could have moved in with her. Then every night they would huddle up together on their bed and ... Ding! Her microwave gave another threatening cry that said turn me off. This interruption brought her back into the real world. She wasn't a lesbian. Not until now. She wasn't even sure that she was straight. But she was definitely sure that she wasn't a lesbian. She got up and turned off the microwave. She couldn't eat. Her appetite had been ruined by this identity crisis. Monday She was sitting in the college canteen waiting for Kate. Just then, for the first time in her life, a boy came up to her and asked if the seat was taken. He was a young man, about 25 years of age, had a muscular and well built body, and was extremely handsome. Moreover, he was the most popular boy in the college. Jane was taken aback. She had never spoken to a boy before, at least not in the absence of Kate. She could only nod in reply. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Paul, Paul Mitchell." Trembling, she shook the hand which was offered to her. "I'm the captain of the basketball team. Maybe you've noticed me around here." She could only nod. "Listen, I was hoping that if you weren't doing anything this weekend, maybe we could have dinner together." Jane was amazed! The most handsome boy in college was asking her out on a date! She couldn't believe her ears! Instead of all the hot and skimpily clad girls, he chose her! She had gone over this conversation a million times since her high school days. She nodded to show that she had agreed to go with him. "Great! Then I'll pick you up on Saturday at 8. Fine with you?" She nodded again. "Ok then! It's a date. See you on Saturday!" He stood up and left the table. As she watched him go she saw Kate coming towards her. She was wearing a sleeveless top and a very short miniskirt. Jane couldn't help noticing that the upper button of her top was open. She could partially see her cleavage. Moving down, she saw that the lower part of her tits was visible though her top. Her belly was bare. She had a wonderfully shaped abdomen, partially due to the fact that she worked out at the gym twice every week. Further down, her crotch was visible through the upper part of her skirt when she walked. And her legs were absolutely beautiful. All in all, Jane had noticed once again how beautiful her best friend was. "Why did you talk to him?" Kate shouted at the top of her voice. Jane was somewhat unnerved by this sudden out burst. Kate had never spoken to her this way. "ANSWER ME!" Kate shouted even louder. Evidently, the silence of the shy and now terrified girl had added fuel to her anger. But then she saw the look on Jane's face, and somehow controlled herself. She sat down on the chair beside her. "Why was he here?" She asked her in a slower tone. "He asked me out on a date." "He did what? That crazy son of a bitch." Kate had raised her voice again. Jane looked up. She saw hatred in the eyes of Kate. Pure hatred. Not against her. But against the first boy that had asked her out. Why? Maybe because she didn't want Jane to go out with a guy. Had Paul been a girl it would have been different. Or maybe Kate wants her all to herself... "What did you say?" "What?" "What did you say when he asked you to go out with him?" Kate repeated her question. "I agreed." "What? Are you out of your mind? You want to go out with Paul? This is insane." Kate shook her head. "I can't let you go out with him." Saturday Jane was getting ready for her date. She wore a black dress, just up to her knees. It was cut low enough to show enough of her cleavage. It wasn't exactly an obscene dress, but by her standards, it was wild enough. She took off her glasses and replaced them on the side stand. She won't be needing them, not at least today. She took her purse, and put a couple of hundred dollar bills into it, just in case she had to pay. She had been saving for this day practically her whole life. Then she put in her mobile phone, just in case she had to call Kate to pick her up from his place in the morning. She also put two condoms into it, as she was well aware of the situations that could arise if they didn't use one. She had decided long ago that she would definitely have sex on a date if the opportunity presented itself, as she didn't want to die without ever having sex. And who would be better for her first time than the most popular boy in college. She had deduced by her small conversation with her that he was a caring and warm kind of guy, and considering that it would be her first time, he would be a little delicate. The very thought of it sent a tingle down her spine. She looked at the clock. It was 7:30. "My love, I'm home!" Kate's voice boomed at she entered the hall and turned towards the bedroom in which Jane was dressing herself. Strange as it was, Kate used to go out on Saturday evenings and always managed to return in an hour or two. She would rent a video, often a comic flick, and then both girls would watch it and laugh their heads off. Some times it would be a romantic one, and both would hug each other and cry until their eyes went sore. At other occasions it would be a horror one, and Kate would cuddle up to Jane, and both would fall asleep in each others' arms innocently. By innocently I mean that there was no sex involved. Though Kate's place was much farther away from Jane's, she would still manage to stay at Jane's place as late as possible. Part of the reason was that Jane was insecure. Much of her life, about 10 years of it, Kate had completely dominated her world. She had protected the little angel from the cruelties of the outside world. Jane also liked Kate's company very much and felt safe and secure when she was with her. "Look, I've bought Titanic. They say it's the most romantic movie ever made. It's absolutely fantastic ... whoa!" Kate was left completely speechless. Jane was looking so beautiful that Kate was mesmerized. Pure, innocent beauty is always fascinating. She looked like an angel from heaven. For the first time Kate saw those great blue eyes. Those beautiful eyes, which had a lot to say, but no means to convey it's emotions. She wanted to capture this moment in her eyes forever. She wanted time to stop where it was for all eternity. She had Jane's friend for more than 10 years but she was never prepared for a sight as beautiful as this. She was completely bowled over... Then reality overtook her and brought her back from her fantasy world. She quickly remembered something and with some effort, recovered herself. "Why are you dressed like this?" "Did you forget that I have a date tonight?" "I already told you that you couldn't go." Jean had already prepared herself for an argument such as this. "But why shouldn't I? It's my first chance. I've waited for this day my whole life. Why are you ruining this for me?" "Why do you want to go out with that guy? Why is this date so much important to you? You have me. We have a lot of fun together. Why do you insist upon going out with him?" "Because..." "Why? Because why? Tell me Jane! Why?" "Because I want to be like the other girls. I want to have a boyfriend like they do. It's true that I have you for my friend. And you are my best friend. But there is much more to life than friendship. I want romance in my life. I want a love life." Jane hesitated a little, pondered whether she had said more than enough, and then added "I want to have sex." Kate was thunderstruck. It was for the first time that the subject of sex had been raised between them. "I understand your needs, and I respect them. But you must not go out tonight. We will find a suitable guy who is worthy of you. Just do as you are told and drop the idea of this date." "Why don't you want me to go out tonight? What's wrong with this guy?" "He's a playboy, that's what he is. He takes advantage of his good looks and fools girls into having sex with him. Then he throws them away like used toilet paper. Typical of him, like most other guys." "So that's it." Jane was angry for the first time in her life, " You don't want me to have sex with guys. You want me to become a lesbian too, just like you." Kate was taken aback by these words. She couldn't believe that Jane could say such things. "I'm tired of you making all the decisions in my life, Kate. Now I want to be in charge of my own life." Jane continued her outburst, "You have sex every other day, and now I'm about to do it for the first time in my life, and you have the audacity to stop me? Why are you being so selfish? Why?" Kate's eyes were brimming with tears by now. She was heartbroken. "Why, you ask? How can I let an angel like you fall into the hands of a devil like him? He is a real devil. After he's through with you, you'll be a broken wreck of a human being. He's an animal of lust. Why do you want to go undergo all this?" Jane's anger was growing, "The question here is, why do you care about me so much?" Kate had had enough. She wiped the tears from her eyes, and confronted Jane. "You want to know why I care about you so much? Its because I'm in love with you. And for your kind information, I have never had sex in my entire life. I couldn't do it with anyone else besides you, but I was always afraid to ask you lest I should lose your friendship. I was contented to limit our relationship to our being good friends because that way at least I got to stay close to you. Even now, you may hate me, but in my heart, there is only place for one person. And that person is you." With these words and her eyes full of tears, Kate left. It was Jane's turn to be surprised by what had just happened. Before she could think of something, the doorbell rang. "It's me, Paul." Jane opened the door. "Let's go." said Paul. "Yes, let's go." replied Jane. During the whole journey in the car, from the house to the place where they were going for their date, Jane kept thinking about Kate. It was evident that she had hurt her feelings. Kate loved her, and never said anything. She remembered how when she had the flu, Kate would come by four times in a day to make sure that she took her medicine. Whenever she got the fever, Kate used to sit up all night long applying wet towels on her forehead so that she would get well soon. These and so many little things came back to her, and her mind began to swarm with memories, until... The car came to a stop. It was a wild place; something like a clean patch in the woods. In her train of thoughts Jane didn't observe where they were going. There were two other guys waiting for them. "Let me introduce you to the basketball team." Paul said and got out of the car. "See guys", he yelled to the others, "I've still got it! This is going to be a fun evening after all!" One of the guys, which she identified to be Mark, one of her college mates, came up and stuck a revolver at Jane, "Get out of the car." She was now terrified. Only if she had listened to Kate. Only if... Two of them held her by her arms, while one of them produced a knife and tried to cut off the dress off her. In the process he caused a deep cut in her left arm, from which blood immediately started to ooze out like water from a fountain. The guys started to laugh. "This is not the only place of your body which would be bleeding today", one of them said between giggles. Due to the sudden loss of blood Jane fainted. When she recovered, Jane found that she was naked and was now lying on her back. The two guys were holding her by each arm. But such restraint was not required as she was very weak from the loss of blood. The free one opened his trousers and took out his cock. Jane was now crying, but it wasn't having any effect on them. The man first entered her slowly till he reached a blockade - her hymen. "She's a virgin!", he said. Everyone started laughing again. He then entered her again with a strong push up to all the way in. Jane cried in pain, but the cry fell on deaf ears. The man started pushing in and out, and by now her pussy was sore and bleeding. She was suffering from acute pain and screaming all the time, but the man kept thrusting until he suddenly stopped, gave one last deep push and unloaded himself deep inside her. The other guys cheered him on. When he withdrew himself, her pussy was a bloody mess. "It's my turn now. But I'll fill her up on the other end." Paul said with a snigger. He opened his pants, took out his cock and stroked it a few times. Then he inserted it into her mouth and began to fuck her mouth. He came almost immediately, as the situation seemed to arouse him. She almost choked to her death. After he was done, they all went under the shade of a nearby tree and opened up beer bottles. Then Paul began to describe how he had fucked his previous victim and then later had shot her with a gun up her cunt. Jane couldn't bear to look at herself. She only hoped that they would kill her too. She couldn't live any longer now. She felt extreme pain in her stomach and below it. She suddenly saw that all three of them were sitting with their backs turned towards her. She tried to get up but couldn't. She looked around her and saw her purse lying near her. She thought about how happily she had set it up for this day which was supposed to be the most beautiful one of her life. Then she remembered something. She took her purse and took her cell phone out of it. She had Kate on speed dial. She could only think of her at the moment. There wasn't anybody else. She pressed the "call" button. Bang! "Ordering Ham? I have a piece of meat for you right here." Mark had shot the phone right out of her hand. It now lay 3 yards from her in a million pieces." The first guy, who had had her pussy said to him, "Hey Mark, where're you gonna take her? It's your turn now!" Mark unzipped his pants and turned her over, "I've got a special place reserved for myself." The others, as they realized his intentions, began to cheer him. He opened her wide, and entered her ass with a strong push. Jane screamed out in pain. She continued to scream in vain until finally she passed out. She was unconscious for a long time. When she woke up, all the guys were fully dressed up. She was covered in cum and was bleeding from her pussy, her ass and the earlier cut on the arm. Her stomach and lower area was aching painfully. Paul came up to her and kicked her hard in the face, "Thanks for the fuck, bitch." He then stooped down and grabbed her by her hair, "You see this gun, bitch?", he said pointing a gun at her temple, "This is your death, bitch. Look at it closely. You have fulfilled your destiny. This is exactly the reason of the existence of women. They are nothing but objects of desire, which are to be thrown away after they have been used." He uncocked the gun. Jane closed her eyes. Just then something happened which caused her to open her eyes again. A car had just came screeching down the road and came to a halt right in front of them. A girl, aged somewhat similar to Jane stepped out with an angry expression. Bang! Before Paul had time to do anything, Kate drew a revolver from behind her back and shot him right in the eye. The third guy drew his revolver too but he was too late. Kate drove a bullet right through his head. Mark was petrified. At an instant he was down on his knees begging for mercy. "GET UP!" shouted Kate. He obliged and got up. Kate lowered the gun from his face and shot him in his family jewels. He gave a dreadful cry and went down forever. Kate threw the gun at his dead body. She looked across and saw Jane lying in a pool of her own blood. She went to her and helped her to sit up. Jane started crying again. Seeing this, Kate started to cry too. Both hugged each other and cried in each others' arms. It was evident that Kate was crying more than Jane. Three weeks pass by. Jane was recovering very rapidly, but the mental damage had been much more than the physical one. Kate took leave from college and spent every waking moment with Jane. She took good care of her. One more week passes by. It was another Saturday evening. Kate and Jane were planning to watch TV as usual, when there was a sudden knock on the door. "I'll see who that is. You want something?" Kate asked Jane. "No thanks". "I'll be right back." Kate kissed Jane on the forehead. As she went to the door and opened it, a tall young man walked in. "Officer Jack of the NYPD Victims Unit Department, ma'am. I've come to ask you a few questions." "About what?" "About a shootout incident which happened about 4 weeks ago in which 3 young men lost their lives." Kate didn't even twitch, "But why have you come to me?" The officer smiled, "My buddies call me New York's answer to Sherlock Holmes. And they've got a pretty good reason for doing so. Till now I've never been unsuccessful in a case." "There's always a first time" Kate answered. "Ah, using sarcasm, are we? Well, coming to the point, I know that it was you who shot one man in the eye, one in the head and the last one in his family jewels." A New Ray of Light Kate's heart skipped a beat. "I also know", he continued, "about what happened with your friend, and how she used her mobile to contact you. I have a complete case against you, Ms.Kate. What have you got to say for yourself?" Kate's face became rigid and determined. "I had to do what I had to do. It was my duty. I'm not ashamed of it, and if I have the chance I'll surely do it again." The cop was surprised at the answer. He held up a bundle of papers," Do you know what this is? This is the directive of your death." "I know that I have done something good in life. Even if I get the gallows for this, I'll still be proud of what I did." The officer considered for a moment, and then held out his hand. Kate hesitated for a considerable time and then shook it. There was a small tear in his left eye, which he brushed off quickly. "My wife was killed three years ago during a bank robbery. One of the robbers cut off two of her fingers and kept them as his reward. I hunted him down for six months, and by the time I found him, he was already dead. I guess you're luckier than I am." He tore the bundle of papers into half and threw it into the nearby dustbin. "This is the first case in which I would be defeated." he said with a chuckle, "Remember Ms.Kate, all men are not animals. Some of us are human too." Suddenly his eyes were fixed just over Kate's shoulder. Kate turned around and found Jane trying to stand without falling by clutching the door of the hallway. She had tears in her eyes. Kate immediately ran to support her. "There's no need to cry, sweetheart" she said. She hugged her warmly. "If I were you", the officer said to Jane, "I'd stick with her." With this final word he left. The case was closed forever. Six months passed. Jane had fully recovered but the emotional trauma was still haunting her. She had started going to college again. Saturday "I'm going to the library. Wanna come?" Jane asked Kate as she walked into the hall. Kate looked at her watch, "No, you go ahead. I've got to clean up the attic, and if I am to finish it today, I have to get started right now. It's already six." She happened to look out the window, "You better take along an umbrella or something. It's very cloudy out there. It's sure to rain tonight." "No thanks, I'll be fine." Jane answered and went off. At about 9 pm, the doorbell rang. When Kate opened it, she found Jane sitting on the stairs. She was all covered in mud. "Oh my god! What happened to you?" Kate cried. "Nothing dear, nothing to worry about! I slipped in the mud when I was returning from the library." "I can pretty much see that. Are you hurt?" "No no, not at all!" "Well then, shall we go in?" asked Kate. "Um, I kind of have a cramp or something in my back. You'll have to carry me in." Kate held her by the shoulder and took her into the house. She helped her to sit up on the couch gave her a cup of coffee. "Should I call a doctor?" "Oh no! There's no need! I'll be fine. I just need to wash up a little." She tried to get up but had fallen face first if Kate had not supported her. She looked at Kate. "Will you be a sweetheart and help me get washed?" Kate was surprised at this but couldn't refuse. "Ok" she answered. Kate helped Jane get up and took her into the bath room. There she unbuttoned Jane's skirt and took it off. Jane took off her shirt herself. She now stepped into the tub and laid down on her back. Kate looked at her body and got Goosebumps. "You'll have to take those off too, you know." Kate said, pointing towards Jane's bra and panties. "I can't move now. Please take them off yourself." Jane said. Kate knelt down and unclasped the hook of Jane's bra. Then she lightly removed it. Jane's small but firm breasts were revealed now. Kate gazed at them. Jane's nipples were erect; she was evidently turned on by all this. Jane blushed and her cheeks went pink. Kate then proceeded to remove Jane's panties. Jane had to lift her legs for this. Kate now looked at the uncovered mound. There wasn't any hair there at all! "I shaved there today", Jane explained. Jane was now lying fully naked in the bath tub right in front of her best friend. Kate looked at her beautiful companion with both love and affection. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen", she said to Jane, "and now I'm going to kiss you." She lowered herself towards Jane, but hesitated for a second, as if waiting for an approval. Jane moved forward and pressed her lips to Kate's. They finaly shared their love's first kiss. Kate then put her hand on Jane's thigh, and moved it slightly upwards. Jane closed her eyes. Seeing the approval, Kate moved her hand up and reached Jane's yet unexplored love tunnel. She could feel Jane's wetness. She proceeded to insert a finger into her. Jane moaned into her mouth. They broke their kiss, and looked directly into each other's eyes. Kate started to move her finger in and out of Jane's pussy, slowly but firmly. Jane took Kate's other hand and held it in both her hands. "Kate, I want to tell you something." Kate nodded her head, giving her approval, while still slowly finger fucking Jane. Jane began, "At first when I found out that you're a lesbian, I was scared. You were my best friend and I didn't want to lose you. But still, I thought that you were different. I always asked myself whether I would be ever able to accept you." Jane had now started to slowly move her hips in rhythm with Kate's finger and was holding her hand very tightly. Her juices had also started to flow and their scent had filled the room. It was the smell of fresh, innocent sex mingled with love. Jane looked directly into Kate's eyes and said, "But now, after all you've done for me, I'm madly in love with you. And I would never even think of spending even a single second on this earth without you." At this point, Jane moved a little closer to Kate, and whispered, " Kate, I love you. I really really love you." Then she moved still closer to Kate, closed her eyes, and kissed Kate ever so lightly on her lips. Kate was in tears. Jane opened her eyes once more, and looked at Kate. Her gaze told Kate that the time had come for Jane to experience one of the greatest feelings of her life - her first orgasm. Jane closed her eyes again, laid back in the tub, and threw back her head. Kate took her finger out of Jane and grabbed the movable shower head. She set it to maximum flow and pushed it against Jane's pussy. Jane's body shuddered due to the sudden stimulation, and she clasped Kate's hand more tightly. Kate could see Jane's belly rising and falling rapidly - her own heart was pounding faster and faster knowing that her friend is going through the most wonderful experience of her young adult life. Kate looked at Jane's face. Jane's eyes were closed. Her face was tensed up, and she looked like she would explode any second. Then suddenly Jane let out a small moan, arched her back and curved her toes. She began to move her hips uncontrollably. Her very first orgasm had begun. Kate noticed this, and pressed the shower head to her pussy with even more strength, as if forcing the orgasm to be as powerful as possible, to be powerful to the maximum extent. There was an intriguing silence in the bathroom, which was only broken by the sound of water whizzing through the shower head and by the moans of pleasure which escaped now and then from Jane's mouth. Suddenly Jane stopped moving her hips, and arched her back so hard that her lower body was pulled above the base of the tub. She let out a sweet, passionate moan, "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" and then fell back into the tub. She wrapped her legs around Kate's hand, which was still holding the shower head, and then stopped moving. Kate saw that Jane's orgasm had subsided. She turned off the shower head. Jane was now lying limply in the tub, with her legs closed and supported by the side of the tub. Kate again put her hand between Jane's legs from the front and inserted a finger into her. She then started lightly rubbing Jane. Due to the sudden touch, Jane awakened from her immense reverie, looked up, and remembered where she was. She had just had an incredible orgasm, her first, in front of her best friend, by her help, and now her best friend had a finger in her pussy and was finger fucking her again. Jane's face turned red and she started to blush. Kate saw that she was getting uncomfortable, so she took her hand from Jane's pussy and put both her hands around Jane. "It's alright sweetheart! There's no need to feel embarressed. I love you very much! " Jane had started to cry. Kate sat up so that they were face to face, and said, "Jane, why are you crying? Don't cry, sweetheart! If you cry, then I'll have to cry too." Jane anwered between sobs, "I've been so mean to you all these years. And now I love you so much. I actually love you more than my life. What will happen if you were to leave me? What if I were to lose you? I can't live without you Kate, I'll do anything for you. Please don't leave me. Promise me that you'll never leave me." Kate smiled. She said, "Jane, you're my sweet little princess. I can never leave you. I love you, and I'll always love you. You're my life, and I'll do anything I can to make you happy. We'll always be together, so," she wiped away Jane's tears and lightly kissed both her eyes, "only use these beautiful eyes to see the beautiful world which I'll create for you, and," she kissed Jane passionately on the lips, "use these lips only for smiling your beautiful smile". Jane smiled, and so did Kate. They looked into each other's eyes and all the troubles of their lives were suddenly over. They now had each other's support, to move along the ups and downs of life, together, hand in hand. The next morning brought a new ray of light into their lives, a light which is so often true in fairy tales, but so hard to come by in the many passages of life.