4 comments/ 24770 views/ 31 favorites Out of Range By: TE999 Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, PC's and e-mails on my previous stories. This story contains the use of firearms and violence. If this is unpleasant for you read no further and thanks for stopping by. For the rest of you love and adventure await. Enjoy. ----------------------------- "Close this shooting range! Close this shooting range!" Marissa Lyons was hot, thirsty and tired. Where is everyone else? They should have been here by now. She continued to wave her 'Close the Shooting Range' sign and called to the passing cars. The City Council was in talks to cease funding the Public Shooting Range as a cost-cutting measure, which explained her presence there. Dr. Perkins, her political science professor, was always urging his students to become active in public decision-making. He didn't like guns or the people who owned them, so he had urged his students to protest further funding by the Council at the range entrance that Saturday morning. He felt it was an immoral enterprise and a waste of the city's money. He could not join them, however, due to a last minute faculty meeting. Several of Marissa's classmates had agreed to meet and protest at the Range entrance. They all shared the professor's views on political matters and were eager to follow his example. Marissa had arrived two hours ago, but no one else had appeared. Marissa's roommate had dropped her off on her way to the mall; her cell phone battery went dead, and she had no ride back to the dorm. If her classmates didn't show up soon, she was in trouble. The people entering the facility ignored her, and she felt she was wasting her time. "Where is everyone? They said they would be here," Marissa muttered in frustration. "What I wouldn't give for a drink of water." A pick up truck pulled over and stopped. Two men got out. The taller man was dressed in jeans, a striped short-sleeved shirt, and a ball cap. His companion was short and stocky, wearing dark blue overalls, a sweat stained blue t-shirt, and a ball cap. The tall one said, "Hey little girl, why don't you run along home to your mommy and quit trying to cause trouble?" Marissa scowled and stood rigidly, clutching her sign. Little girl? I'm twenty-one years old. Who does this redneck think he is talking to me like that? The men continued to taunt Marissa. "Hey," said the stocky one, "She looks a little hot out in this sun, let's dunk her in the creek and cool her off." The men laughed and walked menacingly towards her, approaching from each side. Frightened, Marissa dropped her sign, backing away slowly, eyes darting from one to the other. The men approached her grinning, and then stopped suddenly. Marissa continued edging away until she bumped into a hard body and screamed as strong hands gripped her shoulders. "Hiya Dave…Hiya Bob," said a contralto voice from behind her, "You boys weren't thinkin' about botherin' this little lady, were you?" The men stepped back, looking scared and respectful. "Naw, Andy," Bob replied. "We were just kiddin'." "Yeah, Andy," Dave said. "We were just foolin' around. Honest." "Competition's gonna start soon," said Andy. "You boys better get a move on or you'll miss the sign-up." The chastened men shuffled back to their truck and drove away. Marissa turned slowly and looked at her rescuer. She was awestruck. Andy was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. She was tall, over six feet, appearing to be in her early thirties. Her white blonde hair, closely cropped on the sides of her head and spiked on top, contrasted sharply with her tanned skin. Her large breasts were barely contained in a camouflage tank top. A fitted pair of knee-length shorts in an identical pattern rode low on her narrow hips. Ankle boots and brown socks completed her outfit. "Now, Lil' Bit," Andy said, "what are you doin' out here all alone, botherin' folks who just want to have a good time?" Marissa was fascinated. The woman's face was slightly angular; her lips red and full, beautiful white teeth, an aquiline nose, high cheek bones and compelling azure eyes that seemed to be gazing into Marissa's very soul. She felt like a six-year-old caught running through her neighbor's flower garden. "I, I wasn't bothering anyone," she said, drawing herself up to her full height of 5' 10. "I am conducting a legitimate demonstration against an immoral enterprise. It's my constitutional right to protest," she concluded haughtily. Andy grinned. She's feisty. I like that in a woman. "What's your name, Lil' Bit? I like to know who I'm talkin' to." "Marissa. Marissa Lyons," she replied. "Is that really your name - Andy?" Andy's hearty laugh startled Marissa, "Actually it's Andrea Vaughn, but everybody calls me Andy. Only my momma called me Andrea, and that's when she was mad." She laughed again, noticing that Marissa had relaxed and was giving her a tentative smile. "You want a drink? You look a mite thirsty." "Oh yes, please," Marissa replied. "My friends were bringing stuff to drink, but they never showed up." She frowned, "It appears I'm the only one who cared enough be out here." "Stood you up, did they?" Andy snorted. "Some friends you have. C'mon, I have soda, juice, water. What's your pleasure?" Marissa had not heard Andy drive up, being focused on her antagonists, nor had she noticed what she had arrived in. "Wow, is this yours?" Marissa asked excitedly. This was becoming an amazing day for the young girl. "Yep," said Andy, patting an olive drab fender. "This is 'Ol' Blood 'n' Guts', 'OBG' for short; named it after General George Patton." "It's a jeep, a real Army jeep," Marissa marveled. "I've seen them on The History Channel. Where did you get it?" "Won it in a shooting contest in Oklahoma, a couple years back," Andy replied. "Those ol' boys figured they could outshoot a woman easy. Well, they figured wrong." "One cool drink for the lady," she said, reaching into a cooler and handing Marissa a bottle. As Marissa gulped the water, she watched Andy with increasing fascination. The woman moved with a cat-like grace, muscles rippling under her tanned skin. Her beautiful smile and hearty laugh sent shivers up Marissa's spine. She was having the same feelings she'd had for her print media study partner last semester… Marissa and Barbara had become friendly and started hanging out together at the campus Student Union. They had kissed and hugged several times after drinking at Beta Delta and Omicron Phi frat parties. Marissa felt she wanted more, but Barbara began dating a boy and nothing came of it. Now this fascinating woman was bringing those feelings to the surface. Marissa shivered again, despite the heat of the day. She no longer felt like protesting anything as she gazed at her blonde-haired rescuer. Her hand-lettered sign lay on the roadside, forgotten. "Hop in, Lil' Bit," said Andy, "Looks like your buddies ain't showin' up. I'll give you a ride up to the range complex. I'm gettin' hungry; wanna hot dog?" "Oh yes, please," Marissa replied, "It's been a long time since breakfast. I have money, I can pay." "Naw, this one's on me," Andy grinned at her. Marissa's heart skipped a beat, there was that smile again. "Not every day I can rescue a damsel in distress, and buy her lunch too." Andy had been looking at Marissa with increasing interest. Ooooeee, she's so young an' so darn cute. I could just eat her up. That sexy outfit, that sweet body. Calm down, girl, calm down. Marissa had dressed for comfort in a yellow tank top and hip hugging denim shorts. The scanty clothing displayed her petite breasts and her firm, round ass. Brown sandals completed her outfit. Her long chestnut hair tied back in a ponytail gave Andy an excellent view of her cute little nose, round cheeks, full lips and large, sparkling hazel eyes. Andy was staring at Marissa and ran into a wheel stop in the parking lot, jerking them forward. "We're here," Andy laughed. "Now how about that hot dog?" They found a table under a tree near the food concession and sat down to eat. Andy wolfed down three hot dogs in quick succession and started on the baskets of onion rings and French fries. Marissa usually ate salads and muffins for lunch, but she ate two hot dogs, and playfully battled Andy for the last of the rings and fries. She was enjoying being with Andy and in no time they were chatting like old friends. Andy learned that Marissa was in her senior year at City College, majoring in Political Science. Andy told Marissa she had served in the Army's Military Police and now was the founder and editor of a gun magazine for women. As they talked, Andy and Marissa moved together until their arms and hips touched. The contact was thrilling to both of them. Marissa trembled, wishing Andy would take her in those strong arms and never let go. Andy crushed her drink cup in long fingers, resisting the growing desire to grab Marissa and cover that sweet face with kisses. Neither woman moved for a few minutes, wrestling with their newfound feelings for one another. Then Andy's wristwatch beeped. "Oh crap," Andy cried. "C'mon Lil' Bit, we're gonna be late for the competition." Andy jumped up from the bench, threw their trash in a nearby barrel and walked rapidly towards the firing range, Marissa running to keep up with her long strides. "Andy, where are we going?" she asked breathlessly. "What are we doing?" "Shootin', Lil Bit, shootin'. I'm firin' my fifty caliber today. My Big Boomer; goin' for thousand-yard targets, you'll love it." *** Marissa had never been on a gun range before. Andy asked her to sit in the spectators' gallery, giving her ear protectors. "I'm up in a few minutes", she said. "Gotta check my rifle out. See ya' back here after I'm done." Marissa looked around at the people in the bleachers and at the gun stands. They're ordinary people. Like you'd see at the mall or the supermarket. There were men and women of all ages, even little children. Everyone was smiling and happy, laughing and joking, having fun. Marissa's political science professor had given her the impression that gun owners were a pack of inbred, demented hillbillies who wanted to kill anything they saw. No one here looks like that. Now why would he tell us…? The roar of a rifle jerked her attention to the firing range. These guns were loud, even with her ears covered. She could feel the concussions from the shots on her body. One contestant after another fired, then Andy was at her shooting stand, holding the biggest gun Marissa had ever seen. It was almost as long as Andy was tall, the stock and grip in camouflage colors like her outfit. Andy stepped to the stand and began firing, gouts of flame spitting from the rifle's barrel. Suddenly, Marissa wasn't scared anymore. She was enjoying this and it was exciting. Andy ceased firing. She must have done well, because the other contestants were patting her on the back and shaking her hand. Marissa watched the competition for a while, no longer flinching when the big rifles roared. Then Andy was sitting down beside her, putting her arm around her waist, "Enjoyin' yourself, sugar?" Marissa thrilled to Andy's touch, leaning against her, brushing her breast with her arm. "Oh yes, Andy. Did you hit the target? Everyone seemed excited when you finished shooting." "Got em' all in the black, tight grouping; not bad for a thousand yards," said Andy, exhilaration in her voice. "Wow, I love firin' those big ones. What a rush." Marissa was unsure what she was referring to, but she was happy that Andy was happy. *** They walked around the range for a while, watching various shooting competitions, including one for bows and arrows. As the range was closing, they walked to the jeep. Andy said, "I'm goin home, Lil' Bit, can I drop you someplace?" Marissa's mind was racing. She did not want to leave Andy just yet. She was happy being with her. She wanted to stay together longer. "I had a wonderful time today, Andy. Thank you for saving me from those men. Can I buy you some dinner, or a cup of coffee, or…?" "Thanks, Lil' Bit," Andy replied, "But I'm kinda pooped. All I want to do is eat and soak in my hot tub for a while." "Hot tub? I love hot tubs," Marissa blurted. "Can I join you? I'll buy some sub sandwiches so you don't have to cook." Andy was silent for a moment. Finally, she said, "Mariss, I'm a lesbian, does that bother you?" "I know you are, at least I pretty much knew," Marissa replied. "That doesn't bother me at all. I like being with you. You're, uh, you're the most fascinating person I've ever met." She blushed and hung her head, "I, I want to go home with you. May I, please?" Andy smiled at her, "You're somethin' else Lil' Bit. You know what might, oh hell, what will happen if you go home with me? Be honest, are you ready for it?" Marissa blushed again and looked Andy in the eye. "Yes, yes I am. I have been with a woman before, well, sort of. I want you to teach me what it's like, what to do, everything." She paused and sighed, "I want to be your lover tonight." Andy's heart was in her throat, she felt tears in her eyes and she hated crying. Damn. Seemingly, out of nowhere, this beautiful young girl was offering herself to her. "Okay Mariss,'' she said, starting the engine and putting OBG in gear, "Let's get some subs and head for the barn. Hey, I don't think I have a suit that'll fit you." Marissa laughed happily, "Who needs a suit?" "Oh my Lord," Andy murmured. "This is gonna be sooo good." *** "Well, Mariss," said Andy, as OBG rolled up the long gravel driveway, "There's the old homestead." Flushed and excited from her wild ride, Marissa barely heard what Andy was saying. She had never gone that fast before in an open car, much less an Army jeep. The wind had blown the elastic out of her hair, so it flowed behind her like a waterfall. Men blew their horns, waving and hollering at the two beautiful women. They waved back, grinning and laughing at the attention. 'The old homestead', as Andy referred to it, was a 19th Century farmhouse, two stories tall, painted white with a wide wraparound porch and a metal roof. "Oh Andy," Marissa exclaimed, "It's beautiful." "Thanks, Lil' Bit," Andy replied. "It's been in the family quite a while. When my Daddy died, he passed it along to me. Now I live here by myself," she laughed, "just me and my shadow." Marissa felt sad for Andy, living in this big house, alone. "But," Andy continued, "I have my work and my guns and my friends to keep me occupied." When they walked into the house, it was dark and cool as a breeze drifted through the large open windows. "Put those subs on the table, sugar," Andy said, "I'll give you a quick tour and then we'll eat." Marissa loved Andy's rustic decorating style. 19th Century wood furniture in every room, gingham slipcovers on the chairs and couches, large pots of flowering plants on all the windowsills. Two-tiered lace curtains hung at the windows, rippling in the breeze. Large oil paintings of farm scenes hung on the walls. Andy took Marissa by the arm as she showed her the house. The touch of Andy's hand made her skin tingle, exciting Marissa; she was having trouble concentrating on what Andy was saying. "…and finally my office and study," Andy smiled, "this is where it all happens." The room was immense, lined with bookshelves. A large table crammed with computer equipment stood in the center of the room, surrounded by stacks of papers, books and magazines. A huge, high backed leather chair that Andy referred to as her 'throne' stood behind the table. "Are you a writer, too?" asked Marissa, "I've never seen this many books outside of a library." "That's right on the money, Lil' Bit," Andy replied. "I do more editorial work now; mostly for 'The Armed Woman' magazine, as well as some others. It keeps me busy, that's for sure." Marissa gripped Andy's hand, imagining what it would be like to work in this comfortable house with this amazing woman. "C'mon," said Andy, "Let's eat and get in that hot tub." Andy ate with her usual gusto. Marissa kept pace as best she could, but Andy finished before her. "The hot tubs' on the back porch, darlin'," Andy said with a wink, "When you're done, c'mon out and join me, we'll clean up later." Walking towards the back door of the kitchen, she pulled off her tank top, and then opened the door. Marissa's breath caught in her throat as she saw Andy's figure silhouetted in the rays of the setting sun. "Don't be too long now." She winked and grinned. "Water might get cold." Marissa caught a glimpse of Andy's breasts swaying as the door closed, she felt warm all over and was not hungry anymore; at least not for the sandwich. She jumped up from the table, tossed the remains of her meal in the fridge, and ran out the back door. *** Marissa found herself standing on a redwood deck running the length of the house. At the far end was a large circular hot tub, set into the planking. Andy was already in it, her clothes, socks and boots lying in a pile. Wait, we're outside. I'm going naked outside? Andy sensed Marissa's concern, "Don't worry, Lil' Bit, there isn't anybody within a half mile of this place. C'mon and join me." Marissa's hands were shaking as she pulled off her tank top then her bra, freeing her firm breasts. A cool breeze hardened her brown nipples. She felt Andy's eyes on her like burning coals. She kicked off her sandals, unfastened her shorts and wriggled out of them, pulling down her wet panties. Marissa bent over to pick up her clothing, showing Andy her ass and pussy. Hearing Andy's soft moan was terribly exciting for Marissa and she wiggled her ass suggestively. She strolled naked to the hot tub's edge across from Andy, and stepped into the bubbling water. Marissa gasped as the hot water touched her skin. Sliding into the tub, she looked at Andy sitting across from her, grinning. The blood pounded in Marissa's temples as she saw the desire in Andy's eyes. She suddenly felt vulnerable and shy. She held her legs together and crossed her arms over her breasts. Marissa's breath quickened at the tantalizing glimpses of Andy through the roiling water. Andy's breasts bobbed on the surface, her stomach was flat and muscled, and her long legs spread wide. "How's the water?" Andy said. "Warm enough for ya?" "It…it's just right. Just warm enough," Marissa said in a low voice. The hungry look on Andy's face was making her alternately scared and excited. "We can warm it up a tad if you like," Andy purred, emphasizing the 'we'. The warmth was relaxing Marissa. She rested her elbows on the rim, leaned back and spread her legs. "I suppose we could warm it up a bit," she replied seductively. "Mind if I join you?" Andy said. She stood up, water sheeting from her body. Marissa's mouth was dry as she gazed at the woman before her. Andy's puckered nipples, pink labial lips, and muscular arms and legs ignited the fires of lust that swept through her body. "I would like that," Marissa said throatily. She stood up and sat on the edge of the hot tub. Andy sat beside her, the evening breeze cool on their wet bodies. Andy's left arm slid around Marissa's waist, her right hand cupping a breast, her thumb rubbing the erect nipple. "You're so beautiful; you're my little treasure," she whispered, "I'm going to make you so very happy tonight." She nuzzled Marissa's neck, breathing in the scent of floral shampoo in her long hair. Marissa sighed and stroked Andy's thigh, "Make me happy Andy, please, I want you so much." They began to kiss, first softly, then more open-mouthed, tongues sliding, sucking on each other's lips. Andy stepped into the tub facing Marissa, and spread her legs with her right knee. Stroking the young girl's pubic mound, she slid a finger into the sweet little pussy. Marissa gasped when Andy's finger entered her. Marissa's hand found Andy's breast, rubbing the nipple between her finger and thumb. They ground their mouths against each other, tongues writhing. Out of Range Andy wiggled her finger back and forth in Marissa's increasing wetness, slowly stimulating the warm folds. Marissa's inexperienced hand on her stiff nipple was exciting Andy beyond measure. Kissing hungrily, Marissa kneaded Andy's breast as Andy's finger twisted about in her, brushing the G-spot tantalizingly until Marissa was wild with lust. Andy slipped a second finger into Marissa's juicy pussy, pumping slowly her thumb stroking the engorged clit. Marissa's back arched, her hips rising from the seat, riding Andy's long fingers. Thrusting harder into Marissa's pussy, she pumped her fingers rapidly against the pink flesh. Marissa's hand slid between Andy's legs, pushing a finger deep into her lovers' sopping hole. Both women moaned loudly as their mutual finger fuck escalated in intensity. Andy sucked as much of Marissa's breast as she could into her mouth, hearing her scream. Marissa slid two more fingers into Andy's gushing pussy, rubbing her lover's throbbing clit with her upraised thumb. Marissa felt her entire body begin to pulse as her orgasm rolled through her. Impaled on Andy's thrusting fingers, her breast sucked in Andy's mouth, Melissa began to thrash and buck frantically, her moans increasing in volume. Andy was cumming with Marissa, right with her, gasping as she rode the small hand in her pussy. With a final heave, both women collapsed into the water, panting from their exertions. Marissa floated in the bubbles, body shaking from the intense orgasm. Andy turned and sat down, feeling giddy from cumming so hard. Gods that was wonderful. She's a natural. I don't want this night to end. Marissa's desire for her new lover arose once more. She stood up and stretched, her body glistening in the tub's lights. She straddled Andy, kissing the blonde-haired woman repeatedly. "Oh Andy, that was so good, so good. I love you, love you, love you." Andy hugged Marissa. "Are you sure that's the first time you've made love with a woman? You're a natural." "I just did what I thought you would enjoy," said Marissa happily. "I guess it was okay, huh?" "More than okay, sugar," Andy replied. "I haven't cum that hard for a long time." Marissa's heart soared; she had made the beautiful woman whom she loved cum. She wrapped her legs around Andy's waist, continuing to kiss her as their breasts rubbed together, nipples stiffening. "Now, Lil' Bit," Andy growled deep in her throat, "If you keep that up, I'm gonna have to do something about it." "What are you going to do, blondie?" Marissa asked teasingly, rubbing harder. "This." said Andy, picking Marissa up by the waist, lifting her out of the tub and onto the deck. Marissa squealed as she felt the cool evening air on her wet skin. Her squeals turned to moans as Andy spread her lovers' legs, gripped her buttocks in strong hands and buried her face in her crotch. Her lust at full throttle, Andy gobbled the sweet flesh of Marissa's pussy, driving her tongue deep into the wet folds. Marissa's back arched as Andy licked her pink inner walls and nibbled on the fleshy outer lips, making little purring noises as she ate. Marissa moaned and writhed on the deck. Her body was on fire. She felt as if she was shattered into a thousand pieces. Andy was taking her places she had only dreamed about; filling her with sensations she had never known. Andy's white teeth found Marissa's aching clit, biting it gently, shaking it back and forth. Marissa spread her legs wide and braced her feet on the deck, her hips rising to meet Andy's devouring mouth, humping her pussy on her lover's face. Marissa's fingers clutched Andy's hair, pulling her face harder against her pussy. Andy's tongue wriggled in Marissa's pussy, her busy mouth sucking and biting on the tender flesh. Marissa screamed and exploded, cumming repeatedly and flooding Andy's mouth with her juices. Andy swallowed every delicious drop, gulping the nectar as it filled her mouth. Marissa's hips stopped jerking and she lay on the deck, whimpering softly. Andy lifted Marissa into the tub with her. They luxuriated in the warm water; Marissa wrapped in the warm glow of her release, Andy cuddling her, feeling the thudding of her lover's heart. Marissa looked at Andy and smiled. Andy kissed her forehead, "How was that, Lil' Bit?" Tears rolled down Marissa's cheeks. Barbara had never made her feel like this. No one had. The strength of her orgasms was overwhelming. "Oh Andy that was incredible," she said, voice quavering. "Thank you, thank you. You're the most wonderful lover, I'm so happy." Andy caressed Marissa tenderly, "I love you, Lil' Bit. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. Will you stay with me tonight?" "Oh yes," replied Marissa, "I don't have any classes 'till Tuesday. May I stay 'till then?" "Welcome to my home, Mariss. Mind sleepin' in my bed?" "Only if we can fool around," Marissa giggled. "You're gonna be the death of me, little lady," Andy replied. "But what a way to go." *** Tuesday arrived all too soon for Marissa. They drove to the campus in OBG, both feeling sad at their parting. She'd had a wonderful time with Andy and did not want to leave her side. Andy had taken her to the shooting range the next day, where she fired her first gun, a 9mm Glock belonging to Andy. She was scared at first, flinching as the gun fired. "Hold 'er steady, Lil 'Bit," Andy had said. "Squeeze the trigger, don't pull it. 'Atta girl." Soon she was hitting the bull's eye. When she fired Andy's Remington .30-.30 rifle, she didn't like it. The recoil pushed the stock into her shoulder and that hurt. But she persisted, and soon she was hitting the bull's eye with that as well. "Another thing you're a natural at, Lil' Bit," Andy said, poking her in the ribs. Marissa blushed. They had made love at every opportunity in their short time together. With Andy gently guiding her, she quickly became skilled in pleasing her new lover, receiving equal pleasure in return. After stopping briefly at Marissa's dorm, Andy drove her to the Humanities Building, where Marissa had her first class. OBG and Andy in her 'cammies' attracted the attention of a few students, who began asking about the jeep. Andy responded patiently to their questions as Marissa sat smiling, holding her lover's hand. Yes, it was an authentic jeep, made in 1945, completely restored; yes, Andy had been a soldier, no, she had not seen combat and, no, she had not killed anyone. Marissa had to leave for class. She hesitated for a second, and then kissed Andy full on the lips. The students watched and murmured. Andy said, "You free this weekend? Want to go to a gun show with me on Saturday?" "Sure," said Marissa, "I'd love to go with you." "Okay, then. I'll pick you up at your dorm at eight AM, sharp." Andy replied, "Stay safe, now." "Bye, love," said Marissa, kissing her again and getting out of the jeep. The students did not know what to look at first, the lovely blonde woman roaring off in an Army jeep, or the beautiful brown-haired girl who had kissed her. Oblivious to the stares, Marissa strode towards the building, humming to herself. *** It was a difficult week for both women; the love between them was growing and they missed each other terribly. Andy could not focus on the 'Shots from the Editor' column she was writing, even though she was behind schedule. Her mind kept drifting back to the numerous times that they had made love, and what an eager and inventive pupil Marissa had become. Her pussy moistened as she remembered the first time Marissa's finger found Andy's G-spot. Andy had cum and cum until she almost fainted. Marissa had nibbled her clit, her fingers rubbing the seat of pleasure. She could feel Marissa's lips sucking on her nipples, licking her pussy, eating her as she came in her mouth. Marissa was suffering as well. She had given up taking notes in class, as she could not concentrate, borrowing her roommate's voice recorder instead. Her thoughts always returned to Andy. She wanted Andy's mouth on her breasts, her tongue on her nipples, Andy's fingers in her pussy, Andy's arms wrapped around her in bed. Her body ached with desire as she remembered their first 69. Andy lowering her dripping pussy to her Marissa's waiting mouth, Andy's hands gripping Marissa's ass, licking and sucking her pussy until Marissa came with an intensity that made her dizzy. "I can't stand it," they each said to an empty room, "I'm gonna call her, tonight." Marissa's cell phone rang first. It was Andy. "Oh Andy, I miss you terribly! I want to be in your arms. I want to make love. I want you so badly!" "I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you Lil' bit, it's drivin' me nuts! I want your body against mine, your lips on mine. I want us to cum until we can't cum any more!" "Oh my darling, I'm miserable," Marissa sniffled, beginning to weep. "I hate being apart from you." "C'mon", said Andy. "Turn off the waterworks. Only two more days, and we'll be together." "I know, but it still hurts," replied Marissa. "I'm just happy to hear your voice." The women talked for an hour, neither wanting to hang up, until Andy reluctantly said goodbye. They were both miserable for the next two days. *** Saturday finally arrived, and Marissa was waiting anxiously outside her dorm, looking for her lover's jeep. She hid behind a hedge, hoping Andy would like the surprise she had prepared. Andy stopped at the curb, "Where are ya' darlin'?" she wondered, aloud. "It's eight on the dot." Marissa jumped from behind the hedge hollering, "Surprise!" Andy laughed happily. Her Lil' Bit was wearing cammies. Marissa ran to the jeep and jumped in, hugging Andy, kissing her repeatedly. Andy kissed her right back, not caring who saw them. "Where'd you get the outfit?" asked Andy, when they had stopped to breathe. "I'm so glad you like it," Marissa said excitedly, "One of my friends is an intern at the campus theater and let me look in the wardrobe room. They did a musical about World War Two last semester. This is a costume for a dancer in a production number about pin-up girls." Marissa wore a short skirt, a halter-top and calf length socks, all in camouflage material; dainty black boots completed the outfit. "I even have matching panties," Marissa giggled. "But no matching bra. Here, feel." She pulled Andy's hand to her breast. Andy cupped the firm globe, feeling the delicious warmth, her thumb flicking the stiff nipple through the thin fabric. Marissa moaned as she caressed Andy's thigh, their desires quickly rising. "Now, Lil' Bit," Andy said, her voice dropping in pitch, "Let's go to the show before we start to mess around. There's gonna be a lot to see today." "All right, then." said Marissa, pouting. "I guess I can wait a while before you eat my pussy," then she laughed. "You're somethin' else, Mariss," Andy chuckled as they drove away. *** The Guard Armory was crowded with people. Merchants and vendors displayed their wares on long tables. Banners and posters hung from the walls advertising gun manufacturers, shooting clubs, the National Rifle Association and other gun owner organizations. Again, Marissa was amazed that the people here looked like anyone else, not given to dumb violence as her professor had led her to believe. Andy seemed to know everyone, stopping to talk repeatedly as she and Marissa walked along the rows of tables. Marissa was fascinated by the number of guns displayed. There were guns of all shapes and sizes; Smith & Wesson, Colt, Remington, Winchester, Beretta. The manufacturer's names rolled off Andy's tongue like a recitation of old friends. There were guns small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, huge pistols, rifles and shotguns, muzzleloaders, breechloaders, bolt action, lever action, revolvers and automatics. Marissa's head was spinning, too much information; still, she was with Andy, and if Andy liked it, she would like it too. Everyone was talkative and friendly. Many of the women said they liked Marissa's outfit and a group of children wanted their picture taken with her. When they sat down for lunch, eating Andy's favorite hot dogs, Marissa said, "Andy, I think I would like to have my own gun." Andy stopped chewing and swallowed. "Are you sure about this, Lil' Bit? It's a big responsibility; it's not like you're buyin' an mp3 player or somethin' like that." "I know. But you'll teach me how to handle it properly. I can keep it at your house. Please?" "Quit lookin' at me like that," said Andy. "I'm a sucker for those big brown eyes." Marissa stuck out her lower lip and did her best to look sorrowful. Andy caved instantly and grinned. "Oh, okay, okay, let's go shoppin." By the time they left, the show was closing down, and Marissa was holding her pistol in a box on her lap. The dealer knew Andy, they all did, and he had given Marissa a good price. I'll buy a few less new books next semester. "Let's go to the range tomorrow, Andy! I want to fire this puppy!" "Okay Annie Oakley. We'll go tomorrow. Hey, it's time for dinner. Barbecue sound good?" *** When they returned to Andy's house, Melissa said, "I shouldn't have finished that order of baked beans. I won't eat anything for a week, I'm so full." "Well, there goes my evening," Andy said, slapping Marissa on the butt. "Some fun you are." Melissa squealed, slapping Andy playfully on the arm, "You are so bad! Got that hot tub warmed up?" The women luxuriated, nude, in the warm waters. They had agreed not to touch each other until they were in bed, just to see how long they could hold out. Andy was first to disregard the rule. Marissa's breasts floating on the water were more than she could bear. Just one little nibble. She leaned over and took Marissa's hard nipple in her mouth. Marissa's eyes closed as she enjoyed the warm water. When she felt Andy's lips on her nipple, she squealed, "Ooh, you cheated, you naughty girl!" She slid away from Andy and sat across from her, an exaggerated pout on her face. "No one likes a cheater. Just for that, you get no pussy tonight." Andy lunged for Marissa as she playfully tried to escape. Enfolding Marissa in her strong arms, Andy kissed her and began rubbing her clit. "What was that about no pussy, little lady?" Marissa spread her legs and sighed, "Well, okay, but just this once." "Deal", said Andy. "That cute little puss is mine." Marissa squirmed out of Andy's arms, grabbing a towel and sprinting towards the back door. "Gotta catch me first!" she cried. *** Andy was after her in an instant. Marissa ran laughing through the kitchen and up the stairs, Andy right on her heels. She jumped on the bed as Andy grabbed her around the waist and began to tickle her. She loved to be tickled. Marissa wriggled and fought as Andy tickled her, her struggling arousing them to a fever pitch. Andy tickled her ribs, her armpits and behind her knees. Marissa was gasping for breath and laughing hysterically, begging Andy to stop, but not wanting her to. Then Andy stopped tickling and Marissa stopped struggling. They looked into each other's eyes, seeing the lust blazing within. "Now," Andy said, pivoting on the bed. She spread her legs and straddled Marissa's head. Marissa spread her legs apart as Andy's head dove between them. Moving as one, they began to devour the creamy pussies placed before them. Marissa sucked on Andy's fleshy outer lips, gently biting on them as they engorged with blood, drooping further into her eager mouth. Andy nibbled Marissa's firm outer lips, up and down, nuzzling the stiffening clit with her nose. Marissa gripped Andy's ass, pulling her juicy pussy deeper into her mouth. She began to caress Andy's full ass cheeks, pulling them apart and teasing the wrinkled hole with her fingers. Andy jerked and moaned, she adored having her ass played with, and Marissa knew it. Andy hooked her arms around Marissa's thighs, slipping two fingers in her sopping hole, sucking on her stiff clit. Marissa responded by driving her stiff tongue deep in Andy's sopping pussy and pushing a juice coated finger into Andy's tight asshole. Andy redoubled her efforts, driving three of her fingers into Marissa's throbbing cunt. She twisted them around in the wet walls and sucked the rigid clit between her teeth, nibbling it eagerly. Marissa's scream was muffled, her mouth full of Andy's pussy. She sucked as much of the engorged lips into her mouth as she could, stabbing with her tongue and slipping a second finger in Andy's asshole, pumping hard. Marissa felt Andy's body stiffen, she knew her lover was cumming and gobbled the sweet pussy flesh for all she was worth, punishing Andy's asshole with her thrusting fingers. Andy threw her head back, cumming, screaming, gasping, coating her lovers face with cum. Marissa gulped and swallowed, trying to capture the sweet juices in her mouth. Andy's body jerked as if being electrocuted, squeezing Marissa's head between her thighs. Marissa was being crushed and drowned and she was in heaven. Andy gave one final jerk and was still. Marissa tried to get her breath as she swallowed the last of Andy's juices. Then Andy pumped three fingers deep in Marissa's pussy and seized her clit between sharp teeth, shaking it back and forth, growling deep in her throat. Marissa tried to scream, but couldn't; tried to breathe, but couldn't. It was as though her entire nervous system was concentrated in her throbbing clit. Her orgasm hit her like sledgehammer. Back arching, she found her voice in one continuous wail. She came in one rolling wave after another, spraying Andy's face and hair with her juices, cumming and cumming until she collapsed. Andy relaxed her grip and rolled off Marissa, lying head to foot beside her as they gasped for breath. Andy recovered first. Moving around, she found Marissa snoring softly, her head resting on her arms. Andy kissed the sleeping lips, marveling in the series of events that had brought this beautiful young girl into her life. There were times when she had been lonely, hell, most of the time, but she could lose herself in her work or go to the range and vent her frustration on targets. Now Marissa was here and she hoped they could have a life together. If she wants this old broad, she thought cynically. Marissa stirred, groaning and stretching. She opened her eyes to see Andy sitting on the edge of the bed, looking lovingly at her. "It's about time you woke up Lil' Bit," she said, smiling. "Don't want to waste a perfectly good evening sleepin'.'' Marissa sat up and hugged Andy, "Oh that was so good, so wonderful. I wish we could make love all the time. I don't think I can live without you, I really don't." Andy's face was somber as she looked into Marissa's beautiful brown eyes, "Now Lil' Bit, think about this. You don't wanna get tied up with an old dyke like me. You're young, you're smart, and you've got your whole life ahead of you." Marissa's eyes filled with tears, "You're not old, you're beautiful, and you're tough and strong and independent and…" She stopped and looked at Andy, "Was I just a weekend fling? Do you want me to go?" She began to cry, hugging Andy. "Oh please, I don't want to leave. I love you so much. Please tell me you love me too, please." Andy's resolve melted. She hugged the sobbing girl tightly, rubbing her face in the soft brown hair; it smelled like pussy and a thrill went down her spine. She felt her own eyes begin to water. Damn, she hated to cry. Lifting Marissa's head from her breast, she cupped her under the chin and kissed her softly. Marissa's body shook, she was crying so hard. "Mariss," said Andy, her voice breaking, "I love you too, with all my heart. I can't imagine my life without you, and I want us to be together, forever." She paused as her words sunk in and Marissa stopped crying. "We've got a lot of things to work through, Lil' Bit, but we'll do it as a couple." Out of Range *** The lovers took a long shower, wrestling and laughing, teasing each other until the hot water ran out. The teasing continued as they wrapped each other in warm towels, rubbing breasts and pussies and drying each others hair. Andy suggested they watch a movie. They changed the sheets quickly and lay back on the bed to watch an old western. Andy kept up a running commentary on the guns in the film, while Marissa enjoyed the action. As the closing credits rolled, Andy said, "You wanna watch another one? I have a ton of 'em. War movies too." Marissa circled Andy's belly button with her finger, "Know what I'd like to do?" She continued tracing patterns on her lover's hard stomach, Andy shivering deliciously at Marissa's delicate touch. "Let's make love, not war." Andy looked at her and smiled, "Wanna take it to the next level, Lil' Bit?" Marissa nodded her head, not understanding, but was ready to do whatever Andy wanted. Andy arose, walked to a bureau, opened a drawer and took something from it. She turned and faced Marissa, whose eyes were widening in surprise. Andy was holding a massive dildo, dark red, with a flexible joint in the center, two inches around, each end shaped like the head of a circumcised penis. "Oh Andy," Marissa gasped, "I, I don't think I can take all of…" "Don't worry Mariss," said Andy, "We both get eight inches of this beauty." Andy slowly rubbed lube on the phallus, carefully coating the shaft until it glistened in the subdued light. Marissa's gaze shifted between Andy's half-lidded eyes and the huge toy. Andy sat on the bed and handed it to Marissa, who stroked it in wonderment. "You're gonna enjoy this." Andy purred. Marissa felt growing warmth in her body at the sound of Andy's seductive voice. "We can fuck each other 'till the sun comes up. This bad boy never gets soft." Andy teasingly rubbed one end of the slippery dildo against her lover's pussy lips. Marissa moaned softly when Andy traced a shiny trail of lube down Marissa's thighs, and then returned to rub the young girl's pussy. Andy leaned forward, their mouths meeting in a burning kiss. Marissa gripped the phallus and slid it carefully between her labial lips. Andy waited until Marissa became accustomed to the fullness, and then eased it in further. Marissa trembled as Andy penetrated her. She was already creaming and it slid in, inch by inch, until half of the false cock sat within her. She had never felt so full down there. The sensations coursed through her body taking her breath away. "Andy, it feels so good," she said throatily. "Please fuck me! Please!" Andy spread her legs, taking the dildo's other end into her. She never tired of feeling the thick shaft spreading her pink walls, opening her to exquisite pleasures. Andy slid closer to Marissa, moving the phallus further inside her. Marissa's eyes met hers, glowing with love. She could feel Andy's slippery cunt lips rubbing her own as the huge dildo fully penetrated them. The sensation was intensely thrilling to the young girl. Andy reached for Marissa and they grasped each other's hands. "Now, try to move with me, sweetie," said Andy. "Tighten the muscles in your puss if you can; it increases the sensations and we can push into each other." "I'll try," Marissa sighed. "It may take a few minutes to get used to this, but it feels wonderful." It was wonderful. She had never felt so satisfied, or so complete. The fact that the woman she loved was giving her those sensations and that she was giving them back to her filled Marissa's heart with joy. Andy's eyes met hers, radiating love and desire as they thrust together. "Fuck me harder, Andy," Marissa cried. "Make me cum for you." "We've got all night, Lil' Bit," Andy replied, their hips churning. "Let it build up a bit more. No need to rush things." Marissa's hips moved in rhythm with Andy's, the dildo sliding easily in and out. She began to flex her inner muscles, holding the plastic cock and sliding it into her lover, who, in turn, slid it into her. They gripped each other's hands tightly, gaining leverage to deliver longer strokes to their partner. Their thrusts became more intense as passion consumed them. The room filled with the aroma of feminine arousal, the slurping sounds of the dildo plunging into their pussies and their grunts and moans as they neared release. Andy felt as if she was floating, watching the raw fucking from a distance. She was cumming and she wanted her lover to cum with her. She grabbed Marissa by the forearms bending the dildo almost double. They rubbed the shaft eagerly it along their clits, probing their G-spots with the bulbous tips. Marissa felt as if her entire body was a giant spring, winding tightly, beginning to snap. She pushed with all her might. "Aaahh…fuck me…fuck me! Ohhh, I love you fucking me!" Andy had lost all control; she thrust into her lover as hard as she could, "Unnnhh…unnnhh! Fuck…fuck me my baby girl…" With one final thrust, the women began cumming in wave after wave, Marissa's pussy exploding cum past the deeply embedded dildo, soaking Andy's already sopping crotch. Locked in an embrace, they came twice more, then sat dazed for a few minutes, the phallus still penetrating them. Finally, Andy and Marissa slid away from each other, pulling the shaft from their sopping pussies, Marissa giggling at the sucking sound it made. Once they had licked it clean of their juices, Marissa sighed contentedly and lay back on the bed. Andy put the phallus on the bedside table and lay next to Marissa. After a time, Marissa spoke, "That was the most incredible experience I've ever had." "I've never cum like that before in my life", said Andy, shaking her head. "I know that you being on the other end had a lot to do with it." "What a sweet thing to say," replied Marissa. "We make a good fucking team, don't we?" "We make a good team period," said Andy. "Let's change these sheets, and get some shut eye. We've got a big day tomorrow. You're gonna fire your new pistol." "Oh goody, I can't wait!" Marissa said excitedly. Andy took a fresh set of sheets from the bureau as Marissa stripped the bed. They remade the bed and snuggled under the duvet. "I know I keep saying it, but I love you Andy," Marissa mumbled as her eyes began to droop. Exhausted, the women fell asleep. *** Stopping briefly for breakfast, the women arrived at the range when it opened. Marissa listened carefully as Andy instructed her in the principles of gun safety, then how to load and fire her pistol. "Always point your weapon down range, Lil' Bit," Andy said. "Always consider it loaded. Give it the respect it deserves." Marissa inserted the clip, disengaged the safety and, at the range officer's signal, began firing. Andy had selected a Beretta Tomcat automatic for Marissa. "It's compact, easy to carry and perfect for close up defense," said Andy. "Plus those seven .38 caliber rounds will ruin anybody's day." Marissa was enjoying herself tremendously. Andy praised her as her accuracy with the weapon improved. "All four in the black, Lil' Bit; like I said, you're a natural." Marissa would have stayed at the shooting stand all day, but Andy called a halt for lunch. "Don't wanna warp the barrel," she said. "Let your weapon cool down a little." As they ate their hot dogs, Andy asked, "Why were you protesting at the gate that day, Lil' Bit? You're too smart to let some anti-gun political science professor influence you." Marissa was silent for a moment. "All my life I've let people tell me what to do, what to think. I love my parents, but they're both strong personalities. It was easier to go along to get along. That's why I wanted to go to college, to be out from under their thumb. Be my own person, make my own decisions, and find my own way." She sighed, "Professor Brady is so dynamic, so articulate. I liked him immediately. I suppose he reminded me of my parents. His ideas became mine." She smiled and kissed Andy. "You are the first person to treat me as an adult, not a child; as an equal, a partner, a lover. For that reason alone, I love you. You have given me a new strength, an independent mind, a chance to become who I am. Yet I never want to be apart from you. I…I…" Marissa stopped talking. Andy caressed Marissa's cheek and gazed at her lovingly. "You'll always be my partner as long as we're alive. I guarantee that. We will always be equals in everything we do. But you'll always be my Lil' Bit." Marissa's eyes glistened, and she turned her face to Andy's touch. "I suppose you're wondering why I was so anti-gun." Andy nodded, a serious look on her face. "One of my best friends in grade school was killed with a gun," Marissa said sadly. "Her father forgot to put it away one afternoon after cleaning it. There was one bullet in the chamber. She was playing with it and it went off." A tear ran down Marissa's cheek, "Anne died on the way to the hospital. She was only eleven years old." Andy put her arm around Marissa as she began to cry. "I'm sorry you lost your friend, Lil' Bit. Some folks own guns and get too casual with 'em. They should never forget it's a deadly weapon they're dealin' with. That's why I taught you gun safety before you fired a shot." "Oh Andy," Marissa sobbed, "It was so sad. Her father never forgave himself. They moved away soon after that. I've been scared of guns ever since. In fact I hated them." She paused, "Until I met you." "Why didn't you tell me this before, Mariss?" Andy asked. "You let me drag you on the range, watch me shoot, stick a gun in your hand, take you to a gun show…you didn't say a word." "I, I don't know," said Marissa, drying her eyes with a napkin. "Everything seems so different with you. You're strong and brave; you're not scared of anything, even guns. I feel confident when we're together, not like a frightened little girl." Andy hugged her tightly. "You've always had that confidence in you, Lil' Bit, you just needed a little nudge to wake it up. I'm just glad that I was around to help out." Marissa smiled at Andy and kissed her hard on the lips. "Speaking of nudging, I want you to nudge me awake every morning. When can I move in?" Andy chuckled, "Anytime you want, Lil' Bit. You can warm my sheets as long as I'm breathing. Now, what will your friends say? How about your parents, what are they gonna think?" "I really don't care what my so-called friends think," Marissa said, frowning. "As for my parents, they're pretty understanding when it comes to the decisions I make in my life. Besides, once they meet you, they'll love you as much as I do." "Okay, then," Andy asked, "What about finishing college and your degree? You have to keep your grades up or you'll lose your scholarship." "I can study and still be your lover," laughed Marissa. "Not precisely in that order, I hope," said Andy. "C'mon, let's go get some boxes. We'll move you this next weekend." *** Marissa was settling in at Andy's house, putting her things in a spare bedroom and setting up her desk and computer. "You won't need the bed," Andy said, grinning. The move had gone smoothly thanks to several of Andy's friends and their truck. Marissa was agreeable to sharing the cooking and cleaning. Andy hated to do both, so she was glad for the help. "But your studies come first, Mariss," she said solemnly, "right after sex." To say that the women were sexually compatible was like saying that water was wet and fire was hot. Andy was more experienced, but Marissa was a fast learner. Soon they were pleasuring each other in every way possible. Andy had a large collection of toys and they used them all. Andy wasn't into the rough stuff and Marissa was glad about that. She had seen it in a porn video once and it was a little creepy. In no time, it seemed that they had been together all their lives; anticipating wants and needs, even finishing each other's sentences. *** When they went to the range to practice, Marissa found she was getting a little bored with shooting at targets, and said so to Andy. "Okay, Lil' Bit," Andy said, "Let's try somethin' different." Andy began training Marissa in the combat shooting techniques she had learned in the Military Police. Marissa, as usual, learned quickly. Soon she was hitting human shaped targets from various firing positions. She basked in Andy's praise as her skills improved. Marissa wanted to be Andy's partner in every way possible, including being able to protect her if necessary. *** A few months after Andy and Marissa had become a couple, they stopped at an ice cream shop for milkshakes. Taking a booth in the back of the shop, they talked over the results of that day at the range. "You were gettin' some good moves out there, Lil' Bit," Andy chuckled. "You're puttin' this old woman to shame." Marissa put her arm around Andy and hugged her, "Stop with the old woman talk, you goof, you're the only woman I'll ever want or need. Drink your milkshake, I wanna hit the hot tub, my knee is sore." That's what you get for tryin' that dodgin' and shootin,'' Andy replied, "More time on the home gym for you, build up those skinny lil' legs." *** Jack Holland gasped and muttered, "Son of a bitch, son of a bitch. Why'd that bank guard try to stop me?" He had run from the bank empty handed, cut across the park and strode rapidly down the sidewalk, trying not to attract attention. His pistol was warm against his skin where he had shoved it into his waistband. 'Dutch', as he was known to his friends was a now a three-time loser. He was going to prison for life at the minimum. Death Row if he'd killed the guard. Every cop in town was going to be after him. He heard sirens. He had to hide. But where? He saw an open door and stepped inside. The teenage girl behind the counter smiled and asked, "May I help you sir?" "Cone of chocolate mint," Dutch said evenly. I need insurance. They won't dare shoot while I'm holding her. I'll need a car next. When the girl turned to get a cone, he vaulted the low counter and grabbed her, clapping a hand over her mouth. Panicked, she bit his hand. He released his grip and she screamed, "Oh don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me…no, no don't…!" Andy and Marissa were about to leave when they heard the girls terrified cries. They looked at each other in surprise. "Let's check this out, Lil' Bit," Andy said in a quiet voice, reverting to her training. "Follow me and stay low." Both women held their weapons at the ready, having obtained concealed carry permits. Andy carried her Glock, Marissa moving behind her with her Beretta. They crept quietly from booth to booth toward the serving counter where the screaming was coming from. They saw a man waving a gun and twisting the arm of the teenaged girl who had been working the counter. The terrified girl was sobbing and begging him not to hurt her. Communicating with eye and hand gestures, Andy told Marissa to try to get behind the man, while she approached from the front. They had to stop him before he hurt the girl even more, or anyone else for that matter. Dutch was concentrating on his struggling captive when he heard a woman's voice cry out, "Freeze, dirt bag, drop the gun and let the girl go." He looked up to see a shorthaired, blonde woman in a shooting stance, pointing a blue steel automatic at him. "I said freeze, motherfucker!" the woman hollered. "Drop the gun…NOW!" Dutch reacted in an instant. He was not going back to prison, no way. He shoved his captive across the counter at Andy, who jumped back as the girl sprawled on the floor in front of her. In the second Andy was distracted, Dutch snapped off a shot. She fell back and tumbled to the floor, her weapon skittering across the tile. Dutch jumped the counter, he wanted the woman's gun, and the revolver he carried only had three more bullets. He'd need that gun to get away, carjack someone if he could. The woman lay crumpled on the carpet, dark red fluid spreading across her breasts and tank top. She was barely breathing, her eyes shut and her face pale. Dutch went to his knees and reached for the automatic, when he heard a woman's voice. "Touch that gun and you're dead! Stand and face me you son of a bitch!" He looked up and saw a brown haired girl standing not four feet from him pointing a small automatic at his head. Her face was a mask of hate, twisting her beautiful features. "I said stand and face me, you prick! NOW!" "Aw, now, little girl, you don't wanna…," Dutch said as he lunged for the automatic. The Beretta barked in Marissa's steady hands. Dutch's head flew to pieces. His body jerked spasmodically, crumpling to the floor. Marissa holstered her gun and rushed to her lover's side before the echo of the Beretta's four shots stopped bouncing off the walls. She knew not to move her, so she crouched over Andy's body, getting as close as she could, the blood staining her tank top. The terrified counter worker was frantically dialing 911, as Marissa sobbed. "Oh please, my love, don't die, please don't die, I can't live without you, please, please." She heard sirens, and then the building was swarming with police and EMS personnel. Marissa felt someone gently take her by the shoulders, pulling her away from her Andy. "Let us work on her, Miss," said the female EMS Technician. "She'll be okay, we'll get her stable for transport." Marissa was still sobbing, calling Andy's name. The Techs worked quickly, slowing the flow of blood, inserting an IV and placing Andy's limp body on a rolling stretcher. "Don't worry, miss," the female Tech said again. "Your mother's going to be okay." Marissa turned to the woman, "She's not my mother," she stammered between sobs. "We're lovers. We're companions. She can't die! She can't!" She took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. "I'm riding with her!" "Fair enough, little sister," said the Tech, winking at Marissa. "Let's get movin', guys." *** Andy winced as she shifted on her throne; her wound was still a little sore if she moved wrong. She had finished typing the last commands to the printer, completing another issue of 'The Armed Woman' magazine. She had included a synopsis of hers and Marissa's experience to her editor's column. Their medals for bravery hung framed on the wall, along with the citations from the mayor. They appeared on local TV and in the city newspaper. They were big news, two beautiful women taking down an escaping murderer. They did the local talk shows, gave interviews, and made no secret of their relationship. The public could accept it or be damned. They'd had their fifteen minutes of fame, and now it was the two of them again. Marissa had been her rock while she convalesced, taking on Andy's duties at the magazine, keeping up the house, and maintaining a 3.8 GPA. Andy was so proud of her. The girl, correction, woman, was amazing. One thing was missing though, and Andy felt it deeply. After Andy's wounding, Marissa had been affectionate, but they had not made love. Marissa was afraid to hurt her so she restrained herself, although she missed her lover's touch so much it made her cry. Andy kept telling her she was all right, the bullet had nicked her lung and cracked a rib, but overall she was fine. Admittedly, she hurt on occasion, but the doctor told them she was healing faster than expected. "That's it," she muttered to herself, "I'm gonna do something about this no sex problem. Tonight." *** Marissa was in the kitchen when she heard Andy calling to her from their office. "I'll be right up," she answered back, putting down the dishtowel. When Marissa walked in the door, Andy had turned her high-backed chair away from the long table, so Marissa could not see her. "What can I do for ya, blondie?" she joked. "You wanna chase me around the room?" Out of Range "Something like that, Mariss," Andy replied, not turning around, "Come around here for a minute." Marissa was puzzled as she walked around the table; then her foot kicked clothing on the floor, her heart soared. Andy swiveled in her chair, facing Marissa. She was gloriously naked, nipples erect, her spread legs revealing her sweet blonde pussy, glistening in the light of the desk lamp. "What I need," she purred, her voice lowering in pitch, "is for you to take those clothes off and make love to me." Andy held out her arms, "Let's fuck, Mariss." Marissa undressed quickly. Her heart was pounding and she was shaking. Her lover was hers again. Marissa threw her last garment across the room. Before Andy could rise from her chair Marissa was between her lover's legs, tongue deep in the pussy she had been craving for weeks. Andy moaned, tangling her fingers in Marissa's long hair. She slid forward in the chair as Marissa tongue-fucked her pussy and slid a finger in Andy's asshole. Andy clutched the arms of the chair, bucking her pussy at Marissa's mouth. Andy released her weeks of longing with a keening wail as a spine-shattering orgasm rocked her. Marissa purred with pleasure as her lover filled her mouth with warm juices, which she eagerly swallowed. Andy pulled herself back into her chair, head spinning from the power of her orgasm. Marissa arose and sat in Andy's lap, putting her arms around her neck. She kissed Andy softly on the lips. "I've missed you so, my love. My body ached for you. Now you are mine again." "I missed you too Lil' Bit," Andy replied, hugging Marissa and returning the kiss. "It feels wonderful having you in my arms. It's been so long." After a few minutes of kissing and hugging, they slowly undulated against each other, reveling in the contact of their bodies once again, exchanging deep, tongue-thrusting, saliva-filled kisses. Their hearts beat in time as they caressed each other, savoring the intimacies of their bodies anew. Marissa stood up, offering Andy her hand. "Let's get comfortable, blondie. I want some more of your sweet pussy." They walked to the sofa under a large open window. Andy lay down on the soft cushions, pulling Marissa on top of her. They continued to kiss and caress each other, their legs entwined, pubic bones slowly rubbing, pussy lips sliding, heightening their desire. Marissa lifted her body and straddled Andy's hips. Andy's finger slid in Marissa's pussy, her thumb on her lover's aching clit. "Fuck me, my Andy," she sighed. Marissa reached behind her, found Andy's wet pussy and wiggled her finger inside. "Fuck me, my Mariss," Andy moaned. They slowly finger fucked each other, first one, then two, then three fingers pumping faster and faster. Marissa impaled herself joyously on her lover's fingers. She felt she was soaring through the air, her Andy joined with her, drifting over the earth. Andy lifted her hips from the cushion, thrusting upwards, wanting Marissa's fingers deep within her. The room was filled with their grunts and moans and the squishing of their sopping pussies being rammed again and again. Marissa and Andy stared in each other's eyes and knew it was time. "Now," Andy growled deep in her throat. Marissa swung over Andy into the 69 position. They thrust four fingers into each other's pussies up to their wrists, moaning with desire. They had never done this at the same time before and it was wonderful. Andy loved her pussy filled and stretched by her lover's hand. She thrust harder into Marissa, spreading her fingers inside her and searching for the G-spot. Marissa squealed as Andy's fingers unfolded within her, so she opened her fingers, rubbing the soft inner walls with her knuckles, hearing Andy's long gasping sigh. Twisting and thrusting, the women plunged their hands deep into each other until they felt as if they would explode. Their mutual intimacy and pleasure was almost too much to bear. Andy felt her orgasm rising within her, sending liquid fire rolling through her veins. She came in shivers of pleasure, crying out as her pussy gripped Marissa's hand. Marissa's body was shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm racked her. Andy and Marissa's bodies were aflame as they rode their glorious orgasmic waves, cumming repeatedly until they collapsed, gasping from exhaustion. After a few minutes, Marissa giggled and said, "Andy, my love, I can't take my hand out of your puss." "Sorry, Lil' Bit," Andy sighed. She relaxed her inner muscles and Marissa withdrew her hand. "Now you do it," she coaxed. "Push out, that's it." Andy slid her hand free of Marissa's sopping pussy, and they licked the tangy juices from their hands. Blissfully satisfied, they curled up together on the couch, the cool night breeze drying the sweat on their bodies. "Andy," said Marissa, "Why did you call me Lil' Bit, when we met? I loved the way you said it to me and I still do." Andy had a far-away look in her eye. "Funny thing about that, Mariss; when I saw you, you reminded me of someone I knew when I was growin' up in Missouri." "Who was it?" said Marissa, snuggling between Andy's breasts. "Was it a friend, a relative?" "The neighbor girl who lived down the road," Andy replied. "Betsy and I played together every day, hung out in the summer time, best buddies for five years," her voice sounded strange. Marissa looked up at her, seeing a tear rolling down her cheek. Andy never cried, not even after her wounding. Marissa felt her own eyes becoming moist, "What happened, Andy?" she asked, "What happened to her?" Andy hugged Marissa, seeking comfort. "She had just turned thirteen, and our birthdays were close together, so we celebrated at the same time. I was a younger by a month, but I was taller. She called me Stretch; I called her Lil Bit." Another tear rolled down Andy's cheek. "We were goin' to the movies downtown, celebratin' with ice cream and candy. We never made it to the movies." Andy began to cry softly. "We were laughin' and jokin', when we stepped off the curb. I didn't see the car, but she did, pushed me out of the way. She died the next day in the hospital. Know what her last words were to me? 'We never got to celebrate your birthday, Stretch'." Marissa was crying too, "Oh Andy, that is so sad, please don't cry. You have me now, I'm yours forever." "You look a lot like her, Mariss,'' said Andy, "All grown up though. When I saw you, I saw her, I guess. The 'Lil' Bit' just popped out." Marissa brushed at Andy's tears with her hand. "There just may be something in this reincarnation business. The first time I saw you I forgot about everything else. When you held me in your arms, I felt as if I was home, as if I knew you all my life. I just wanted to be with you." Andy hugged Marissa tightly, lifting her from the couch. "You're the only woman I'll ever want, my sweet Lil' Bit. C'mon, we need to get some sleep, lots to do tomorrow". As they climbed into bed, Marissa said, "I'll bet you've forgotten tomorrows date. It's May 22nd. Your birthday, lover." She took Andy's hand and placed it on her pussy. "Want to open your present now, Stretch?" "What, no gift wrapping?" laughed Andy. "Here's some gift wrap for you," Marissa purred. "Ohhh…mmmm…best present I ever got Lil' Bit." 'Ahhhhh…it's the gift that keeps on giving, my love." End.