4 comments/ 10660 views/ 0 favorites Going Green By: molly_hunter28 Callie Williams sat in her office looking at the list of people that were going to be invited to the annual fundraiser. She recognized a few but several were unknown. She wanted to somehow familiarize herself with them. She popped up her computer and began "googling" each one. Most were older men and woman that had begun starting new traditions to make sure their companies did their part to help the Earth. Several offered incentives for those that rode to work on a bike, carpooled, and even those that owned a hybrid. Then she came across a Colton Mathews. His website showed him as the head of Mathews Industrial, a company that was making paper and other paper products all out of recycled materials. It was fairly new but doing extremely well and seemed to be heading in the right direction. She rolled over his name and clicked on it bringing up an image. She expected someone like the others, an older man. Yet Callie was greeted to the sight of a dark haired man somewhere in his mid thirty's to early forties. He had the bluest eyes that seemed to pierce through her even though they were only on the screen. He was handsome, even though he wore a suit she had a feeling he was not the type to act like one. There simply put was something about him. She kept her eyes on the screen till there was a knock on her door and her assistant said she was leaving for the day and would see her tonight. She waved her on and began turning things off and with a final glance shut down her computer. It would make for an interesting night she thought to herself. *** Colton Mathews took his invitation to Earth Day fundraiser and reread it. He was all about doing his part. His parents had instilled that into him very early on in life. He needed to respect what he was given and if possible give back. Finally his company was in a position to do that and he would. This was only the start. Obviously the fact that he made various products from recycled trash was good but he wanted to do more. He would be donating a large sum to the funding of research on alternative fuels. It was through the company hosting the party it would all be done. He had found Going Green by accident looking at the governments own website. He had found the starter of the company, a younger woman almost thirty, with ideas like his own. The fact that her green eyes and chestnut hair hit him like a punch in the gut helped too. Hell he was a man and the woman was attractive but it was more her ideas, her ideals that set him off. He liked that she knew what needed to be done to try and educate and save the planet. The fact that she created a business to help with that was remarkable. He decided it was time to get around and it was a black tie night. So he undressed, he looked himself over in the mirror. He was in great shape for a man at forty-five. He looked a little younger and that came from him working out and not simply staying behind a desk. He stepped into the hot water and washed his hair, then his body. He was excited to see the young Miss Williams tonight and it showed, well at least below his waist. He laughed and thought, typical male, see's a beautiful woman and look out. He finished and toweled off. He then dressed in his suit. Colton thought he looked like a secret agent in the thing. He took the invitation and the keys to his hybrid and off he went. *** Letting the water run over her Callie sighed. She always loved the annual party. It brought out a side in people that was caring and helpful. She knew most of the attendees were doing there best to help and the new ones, well they were too. That of course led her to think of the new man, Mathews. The man was very good looking, the dark hair, and baby blues. From what she could tell he had a great body. He obviously kept in shape she thought as she turned off the water. Her hands reaching the oversized vanilla colored towel. She dried her body and then added some warm vanilla and brown sugar lotion. It wasn't too strong and smelled delicious. Naked she walked into her room and began dressing. She had always felt comfortable with her body. Callie was lucky enough to have natural perky breasts and slim hips. Men seemed to always notice her legs that seemed to continue on and on. She slipped into a very small lace thong and garter set. She then rolled on the black stockings, which with her fair skin worked nicely. She slipped her arms in a lace demi cup bra that made her look downright seductive. Then she went back to dry her hair and put curlers into it. She put on very little makeup as she believed in natural beauty. Then she slipped into a deep emerald green dress. It was after all for Earth day. Her feet slipped into beautiful strappy black heels and she turned looking in the mirror. Running her fingers through her hair she grabbed her bag and keys and went off to make sure the party was beginning smoothly. *** The party had begun by the time they both arrived. Both mingled through the room, moving steadily closer to saying hello. Before they knew it they were in the same group of people and the conversation seemed to lull. "Miss Williams, I take it," he said handing her his hand. She took it and smiled seeing who it was, "Yes Mr. Mathews but call me Callie." There was something electric that jumped between them at the contact. He knew he didn't want to let her hand go right away so he did something old and romantic he thought and brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly. "A pleasure Callie and call me Colton." The heat of his breath on her skin did wonders for her heartbeat. She felt her skin beginning to burn a little just being near him. He really was good looking and that tux fit perfectly. His hand still held hers and she didn't, for whatever reason, feel like taking it away just yet. As though he read her mind and realized he still held it, his fingers slipped from hers. "Colton then it is. Thank you for joining us tonight. I did some research on your company and I must say I'm impressed." "Thank you. I believe it is only right to give back since I'm given so much," he told her looking into her green eyes. He thought she was beautiful, even more so in person. Her picture didn't do her justice. "I wish more people would take a stance like that. I think, though that more people are coming around," she said with a smile as she took a sip of her champagne. "Yes, I agree. I think though with the more we put the information out there and we keep making advances like we have it will really be so easy for the public to make the switch to helping the planet rather then hurting it." Callie seemed to get lost for a moment listening to him speak. She felt she could let his voice linger in her mind for a long time. Seeing he was as passionate about helping others learn that there are other ways to protect the Earth was a turn on for her. The man simply had many things going for him. Just as they were talking Callie was tapped on her shoulder and asked to make her presentation to everyone attending. She again thanked Colton and moved to the stage that had been set up. After getting everyone's attention she began. She smiled at Colton and began talking about all the research and wonderful advancements the donations had done; from finding better fuel, new ways to make paper from recyclables, and how plastics were handled. She thanked those that had contributed in the past and the few new companies that had joined in the fight to help. Then she closed as she always did, "we only have one home, let's keep it green!" There was a round of applause and she moved down the stage and back into the crowd. She was trying to make her way to the doors to take in some fresh air as people stopped her. She was polite and always stopped but eventually she stepped outside. There was a nice breeze blowing and she felt it rustle through her hair. She let out a deep sigh and smiled. *** Colton watched her talk about what had been with various funding and saw the devotion in her eyes. She really enjoyed what she did and that made her all the more desirable. In his mind she was close to his ideal. He wondered if in fact she was the perfect woman for him. He saw her move through the crowd and then head outside. He followed her. It would be nice to talk with her privately. Just as he stepped into the cool night air he heard her sigh. It wasn't one of those thank gosh its over ones either he noted. This was a happy one, one he very much would like to hear more of, perhaps in his own bed. There was no doubt he wanted her, wanted to touch her. Colton just wasn't sure how to make his move or even if he interested her. There was only one way to find out though he thought as he walked out through the doors and next to her. "You know I can tell you love your work," he said as she turned wondering who had joined her. "Yes I do. I feel like I'm actually doing something. It's a wonderful feeling. I'm sure you understand." "I do, completely," he said as he looked at her, leaning on the railing. She only smiled up at him and he saw a sparkle in her eyes. There was just something and he couldn't help but lean closer or maybe she moved towards him. He didn't know, didn't care at the moment. Their lips were brushing against one another. It was light, soft, delicate he thought, just like Callie. Her tongue slipped into his mouth first as his hands moved to her waist. She felt perfect there in his arms. Her hands moved up over his shoulders, into his hair. He could kiss she thought to herself. Normally she wasn't like this, kissing someone she'd just met but there was a draw to this man. It was almost like a yin and yang, her other half. She always believed in that and let out a muffled sigh as she was pulled closer to him and the kiss became more heated. They wanted more but the current location didn't allow them that freedom. Slowly the kiss ended but their hands remained where they were. Their foreheads rested together and their eyes met, heat was in both of them. It was burning bright and both knew they wanted more, that they felt that pull and need. "I know it's forward Callie but I feel something. Not just lust either, there is more to it. It's a little frightening because it's a new feeling. I just know I've never felt it with a woman before. I want you to spend the night with me. Will you?" Wow, she thought, this man said everything right. She herself had been about to offer up the same thing, to tell him just that. She took in a few breaths and then looked at him with a smile so bright and near bursting. "Yes, I want to spend the night with you. I feel something to with you Colton. I have to admit when I first saw your photo I felt it. I'm drawn to you; something about you calls out to me." "Then let's go. I have given my donation, you've given your speech, and nothing is left. Let's go learn more about each other," he said and kissed her nose. She nodded and they walked back inside. She stopped to tell her assistant she was leaving and to handle anything that might come up. Not that there would be anything but just in case she wanted to sure. Then they were gone. She left in his car with him. The two talked about their lives, learning about their families. She was surprised to find out exactly how old Colton was and never married. He said he was just waiting for that one woman and smiled at her. She talked about how she got involved in trying to help the planet. Her parents were Earth Day fanatics. They took her with them and taught her the values she now had when it came to protecting what they had been given. Before long they were at his place and inside. There was nothing to drink, nothing but quiet surrounding them. He turned on some music, she believed it was John Mayer and they began dancing. His hands just held her, her hands held him close. They swayed together, her leg brushing his, his hip touching hers. He trailed his fingers slowly over her body still marveling in how good it felt to just hold her there. She let out a sigh and he bent his head and kissed her. The kissed seemed to take up where they left off at the party. Their tongues probed, tasting each other. The desire was evident between them, the passion so close to the surface. Colton's hands moved up her back, he felt the zipper and slowly pulled it down. The dress opened and bared her back to his touch. He ran his fingers over her skin, delighted in the way she shivered when he did. His hands moved the straps down her shoulders and then let it fall to the floor. Callie stood in a puddle of green as Colton pulled away to look at her. She stood there covered in the sexiest, most seductive lingerie he'd ever seen and was taken back by the sight. The garter she was wearing framed the tiniest lace panties on earth. He had to stifle a groan as he looked at her. "Like what you see," she said with a smile. "Yeah, a little too much," he told her as he took off his coat and tie. She then walked over to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. He watched her as she seemed to enjoy her task. She went button by button and then removed it and his undershirt. He was left in his slacks and she immediately let her hands move to his belt. Slowly she undid it, absorbed in her work it seemed. She stopped only a moment to look up at him and smile wickedly. He was a beautiful man. His body not overly muscled but toned with just enough hair on his chest she could toy with. Undoing his pants they fell to the floor and his erection sprang free, he wore no underwear. Callie gasped as she looked at him. He was a big man, bigger then anyone she'd ever been with. She knew they would fit together but it would be tight. Her hand reached out to touch him and Colton grabbed it. She looked up at him asking why with her eyes. "If you touch me, this will be over way too quick. Besides I want to see you." He kissed her again, his hands moving up over her arms, then down them as the walked back over to the couch. She felt her calves hit it and sat. It put her eye level with his glorious cock but not for long. He knelt down in front of her, his hands parting her thighs as he moved between them. Bending he kissed her collar bone, his tongue following a path to her breasts. The lace they were encased in still couldn't help hide the hardness of her nipples. Colton bent his head and began teasing them through the fabric. He nipped and bit lightly before sucking them through the lace. The sensation was incredible. She let out a moan and held onto his shoulders. He seemed relentless as he moved from one breast to the other. He never stopped and her moans grew loaded. Her hips even lift, grinding into him. He was grateful she still had on her panties otherwise he'd have been inside her already. "Lean forward Callie," he whispered. She did and he removed her bra swiftly. Her bare breasts exposed to the cool air hardened more. His lips sealed over hers as his fingers rolled and toyed yet again with her hardened nubs. Callie always knew her breasts were sensitive but she never felt she would orgasm from a man touching them. He moved lower kissing downward, his tongue left a slick trail as he moved between the mounds of her breasts and over her taunt tummy. Those tiny panties seemed already be glistening with her moisture. He couldn't wait to find out. He wanted to go slow though, tease this beautiful woman that was slowly going crazy in his arms. He decided to stand and pick her up in his arms. She looked lost for a moment and then asked, "Where are we going?" "My bed," was all he said as they entered his room. Carefully he laid her in the middle and took off her heels. The woman had the longest legs he'd ever seen and he couldn't wait to feel them wrapped around his thighs. Unhooking her stockings he rolled them down her legs, kissing the exposed skin as he went. She then lifted her hips and he took off the garter. When he returned she lifted her hips again and he shook his head no and whispered, "Not yet." He could smell her sweet arousal. He knew she was wet and ready for him but he wanted to taste her, to feel her come apart in his mouth. Colton knelt and placed little kisses along the line her panties and then over her mound, he could tell she shaved and that thought nearly drove him wild. He would be able soon to feel her smooth softness as he drove her to the brink. He could feel her clit already hard and needy poking out of its hood and he nibbled on it to make her gasp. Then he closed his lips over the lace and sucked. The sensation made her cry out and clutch his head in her hands. She tasted divine, he savored her. Soon though he couldn't handle the barrier between them and he pulled that sparse piece of lace off her. He then attacked her cunt as though he'd never tasted anything better. His tongue circled her little nub, then down and speared deep into her. He could taste her and it was something he swore he'd become addicted to. He moved back up and took her clit in his mouth and sucked as his fingers moved to her slit. Slowly he put one inside her then another. Colton felt Callie stretched around him and his cock jumped in anticipation of feeling that tightness. He moved his fingers inside her, each time hitting that sweet little spot. Over and over, thrusting into her as his mouth and tongue toyed with her little button. Callie's hips lifted her back arched and she was gasping, begging. She was so close, and then it hit and she began to cry out. His finger were removed and replaced with his tongue as he dived in and continued the torment. He pushed her through her first orgasm straight into another. He lapped up her sweet nectar as though it were a treasured gift. Then slowly he made his back up her body. "You are incredible," he whispered as he lined up his cock to enter her. Then he pushed inside. True he was big but she was so wet that he slipped inside easily. Finally when he was fully inside her she let her legs wrap around him to take him in even deeper. He groaned when she did that and then slowly began moving. His thrusts were deep. Each time he pushed in he she cried out. Colton knew it wouldn't be long before she would have another orgasm. He was close too. This woman had him burning alive as her hands moved over his shoulder, gripping him. "Yes Colton, more, please," she begged. He didn't hold back, he moved harder, faster then before and felt her tightening. His cock moved deeper, her voice echoing through the room. Then it hit like a tidal wave. It crashed over her and then into him. He could feel the walls of her pussy holding him tight and that did him in. He let go and flew apart, he filled her. Her body writhed beneath him and she gasped for air. Once he could move he rolled off to the side of her and pulled her to him. "Amazing," she whispered. "You are. This was just... You were ...," he was lost for words. "I know. I feel the same," she said and they laid there. Before falling asleep they both knew life would never be the same and they were thankful. It was simply something else that had to thank Earth Day for; it's when they found each other. Going Green "It's the most fascinating find from my trip to date," Mary proclaimed proudly. "I suspect the bud will open in the next couple of days, and I want to be here when it blooms." The board of directors of the arboretum gave their approval without hesitation, giving her permission to extend her stay in the Amazon. Mary was thrilled and promised a full report, showing them photos of her amazing new find. She couldn't wait to return to the site. Mary's second visit was uneventful, but the next day she did notice that the bud had lost all traces of green color and seemed less pointy at the tip. She carefully measured the bud, which was indeed slightly fatter than it was on the previous day, and she continued writing her report into the afternoon. After dinner she returned and settled down in front of the strange plant and continued to take notes. The huge flower opened at last, the large white petals unfurling to reveal the sexual organs of the plant. It began to release a sweet, yet musky fragrance, and this was what attracted her attention at last. She looked up, nearly dropping her notebook when she saw the size and beauty of the plant's display. "It's a rapid-bloomer, just as I thought!" she exclaimed to no one in particular. The botanist strode quickly over to her discovery, fumbling with her notes. She noted the size of the open flower, measured its four silky petals, noted the absence of any stamens, and examined the pistol, the flowers most interesting and unusual structure. It was the shape of the handle end of a baseball bat, but with a few differences. The flat knob at the tip was ruffled and fluted, appearing delicate, but the structure was actually quite firm to the touch. Another interesting feature, she noted, was the series of raised ribs encircling the shaft. She got out her measuring tape. "Pistol 7-1/8" in length, superior position. Ruffled, head-like stigma, 1-1/2" in width." she scribbled eagerly. "Style and ovary ribbed, style 3/4" in width at narrowest point, ovary 2-1/8" at base. Entire flower is highly fragrant." Turning her attention now to the intoxicating scent, she bent down and breathed deeply. The effect was immediate; she became slightly dizzy, and felt a tingling throughout her body, something she suddenly realized she had missed in the last couple of months. She immediately got down onto her knees, ignoring the twigs that poked her from out of the soft, moist earth, and inhaled the wonderful perfume again. The effect was stronger this time, and the tingle began creeping towards real stimulation. "Fragrance of flower seems unusual and should..." she began to write, breathing deeply of the heavy scent. The scent's effect was cumulative, and the shy tingle had now turned into an insistent pulsation, accompanied by moisture and desire. Mary set her notes down hastily and breathed in again, closing her eyes. She only half heard a rustling sound around her as she continued to inhale the aroma of the unique plant, becoming more and more stimulated with each breath. Her hand moved underneath her skirt and past her underwear, which were now quite wet. As if in a dream, she took her soaked panties off with one hand as she sought out her pussy with the other, and her head lolled from side to side as her eyes closed. Off in the distance, Mary thought she could hear the faint moaning of a woman, but she remained completely entranced by the mysterious plant. The potent aphrodisiac of the flower had her fully aroused, and she began to delicately lick the sweet beads of sticky nectar from the sides of the pistol's ribbed shaft. Vines began to rustle and move around her, but she merely found stimulation in the leafy caresses of the strange plant. The vines moved around Mary's legs, gently yet strongly encircling her firm tanned thighs and arms as she groaned softly with pleasure. She surrendered to it, throwing her arms back to let the plant do with her as it would. The pale, ghostly white flower began to move as well. It moved steadily towards Mary's dripping cunt, and then slowly, gently, touched the ruffled head of its sex to her now swollen pussy lips. Mary gasped with pleasure, as the flower pressed against her insistently. She reached down with both hands and spread herself apart eagerly to accept it. The rough head of the flowers organ slipped past her lips and entered her wet pussy, its irregular texture stimulating her to incredible heights. She groaned and writhed impaled, and the more her cunt twitched, the more stimulated she became by the plants organ. It slipped deeper, and just as the ruffled head passed by her sensitive cervix, her pussy lips began to encounter the ribbed shaft. Ring after ring popped inside deliciously as the head pushed ever deeper. She felt herself being stretched wide open as the progressively thicker shaft forced her farther open, her pleasure intensifying when the rough head reached her deepest regions. Still it pushed deeper, stretching and straining at the very back of her canal, the last few ribs popping their way suddenly past her entrance. Finally the cool, silky petals caressed her thighs, clit, and ass, and she exploded into orgasm as she foggily realized the entire thing was deep inside her. She bucked and thrashed, screaming in pleasure, as the flower's organ twisted inside her, stimulating her beyond anything she had known before. Her orgasm began to wane, but the flower added slow thrusts in and out to the twisting motion, causing the ribbed shaft to work her lips and clit. She approached orgasm a second time, and felt a change in the plants pistol inside her. It began to enlarge slightly, and then gave a great spasm as the thinnest part of the shaft suddenly swelled deep inside her as she climaxed yet again. She felt a cool, wet pressure against the back of her already stretched tunnel. She shuddered as the shaft, which had returned to its original dimensions, slid out of her engorged and pulsating cunt. The vines loosened their hold on her arms and legs and returned to their former positions, eventually releasing them altogether. As she glanced into the forest, she thought she saw a beautiful nude woman in the distance, but when she looked back, the woman was gone. She lay on the ground for hours. As the aphrodisiac began to wear off, she sat up and looked at herself. Thick, sticky liquid seeped out from her pussy, so she took some on her finger and examined it carefully. She noted the texture, which was the consistency of honey, and even tasted it. It was sweet, just as she had expected. The color was yellowish, and upon closer examination, she determined that it was from the tiny yellow specks that were suspended in the thick, clear liquid. Taking out a large plastic collection bag from her field kit, she stood up and let as much of the liquid as she could run from her vagina into the collecting bag. She then collected her notes, discarding her soaked panties and headed back to her cabin. Under the microscope on her dining room table, Mary confirmed her suspicions that the yellow specks were pollen grains. "So it only appears to be a female flower, with no visible stamens, but it's really the male flower. The pollen must be stored inside what looks like the ovary. How odd." She got a sudden chill as another thought occurred to her. "If that's the case, then how does the plant reproduce? What do the female flowers look like?" In the subsequent weeks that Mary studied the plant and its blooms, the only type of flower she saw develop were like the one that she had...encountered. Perhaps it was a male plant and needed a whole separate female plant to propagate, like many fruit trees, she speculated. It took Mary two months to notice that her period had stopped. Of course, she didn't know about the tiny green bulb that was growing inside her at the time, the union of her egg and the plant's pollen, but she had her suspicions. By the middle of December, three months after her experience with the flower, she began to notice that her pants were getting harder to fasten as an increasingly pronounced bulge formed in her belly. As her belly continued to grow, Mary knew there was only one, seemingly impossible explanation for what was happening to her. Upon reflection, she also wryly concluded that there was probably no need for female flowers at all, and wondered how many Amazonian girls had found themselves in the same situation. She wondered what would happen to her in the months to come, her scientific mind still reeling at the thought of being pregnant with a plant. A small part of her was secretly excited, and she reveled carrying out this unusual pregnancy to the end, whatever it was. By the end of January, Mary looked seven months pregnant. She had abandoned her explorations of the rainforest, spending most of her time near the cabin, completely focused on her pregnancy. As her belly grew, so did her breasts, becoming engorged with a liquid that seemed far more like nectar than milk. Mary couldn't resist tasting some from time to time, savoring its sweetness. By far the strangest factor of Mary's pregnancy, other than the manner in which it occurred, was when her skin began to change color. Her fair, smooth skin took on a faint, green tint as chlorophyll flowed through her veins. She embraced it with scientific intrigue and continued to take notes over the next few weeks. By the sixth month, she looked about ten months pregnant with twins, her breasts at least two cup sizes larger and fully engorged with nectar, and her skin, nails, eyes, and even hair were tinted green. On the first day of March, Mary felt a strange twinge in her womb. Knowing somehow that the time had finally come, she waddled her way into the jungle, looking for the perfect spot to bring her remarkable experience to a close. Sinking to the ground, she closed her eyes and panted as sensations inside her womb increased. Mary shuddered with another wave of pleasure rocked her body, mixed with the strong desire to push. She felt no pain as she gently, but firmly bore down with her pelvic muscles, feeling something slowly emerging from between her pussy lips. Mary opened her eyes and saw a, pale green shoot emerging from between her legs, its large leaves slowly unfurling as it moved to collect the sunshine. Transfixed, Mary simply sat on the ground and watched what was happening to her, her analytical mind absorbing every detail. She continued to obey the urge to push, enjoying the surge of pleasure that accompanied it. The shoot grew larger as it continued to slowly push its way out, and she could feel the moving stalk begin to stretch her slit open as two more large leaves unfurled themselves toward the sun. The stalk continued to issue from Mary's cunt, spreading across the soft earth. She kept her legs spread apart, looking down at the green, heart-shaped leaves that quivered as she continued to push. Mary tentatively touched the substantial leaves, and they were velvety on the underside with thick veins. Exploring further, she used her fingers to follow the stem downward, feeling the smooth surface and the union where the leaves emerged from it. She continued, feeling her way down the shaft. She eventually found the point at which the vine emerged from her vagina, and shuddered again with the feeling of it, her inner muscles twitching against the thick stalk. She grew restless, the slow movement and increasing pressure causing her pussy juices to begin flowing and her inner thighs to tingle. Then, catching her by surprise, a wave of pleasure so intense it almost knocked her over. Still, the plant continued to grow. From within, Mary could feel that the true bulk of the plant remained firmly anchored in her uterus. In her vagina, the stalk kept enlarging, pushing the stretchy walls ever outward behind the ring of muscle at the entrance. Her slit continued to open, growing wider still as the stalk of the plant enlarged and grew thicker. She sat in the sun, encouraging it, fondling the large, heavy leaves, loving what was happening. She felt a new pressure now, and grunted a bit as a second shoot issued from her pussy lips, two more leaves slowly unfurling to catch the sunlight. The first stalk was just putting up two more large leaves, and she continued to push as she rode another intense orgasm. The sun was glowing strongly, bathing her body and the plant with warmth. A third shoot pushed it way out of her already stretched cunt, and the sensation made her begin to masturbate once again. Pushing the leaves out of the way, Mary rhythmically fingered her clit, the enlarging green bush shaking back and forth with her movements. She looked down at her belly, which was still heavily distended, and at her cunt, the triple pale green rods sticking out of her slit, forcing the reddened lips wide apart. Two more leaves unfurled near her face as she came, her entire body writhing with the force of it. Her straining cunt muscles attempted to tighten around the huge shape stuffed inside her. She squeezed her legs together and felt the cool stalks of the plant against her soft thighs. Mary looked down at her body and saw that her belly was still huge, as if she were seven months pregnant. Feeling the urge to push again, she bore down as another wave of pleasure hit her again. Looking down, she smiled broadly as another shoot found its way out of her stretching pussy lips. This new shoot was white and started burrowing downward, right into the soft earth. Mary didn't realize what had happened, however, until she tried to shift her position in order to take advantage of the moving shaft of sunlight. She was stuck firmly to the ground, the root having penetrated the deep into the earth. She pulled as best she could, but it was no use. The pulling, however, brought back more feelings of pleasure and desire, her hand working her clitoris up to another rampaging orgasm, her pussy muscles clamping down on the four thick vines, her thighs lovingly caressing the leaves of the strange plant growing from within her. Two more roots emerged and pierced the earth below her as more leaves sprouted from the spreading vines. Mary had never heard of a plant growing this quickly, but of course she had never heard of a plant growing inside a person before either. She found her way through the leaves to her clitoris again, and fingered her way to another amazing orgasm. Mary was growing thirsty, the hot sun continuing to shine on her transformed body, the plant drawing moisture from her flesh. Suddenly she felt cool liquid inside her abdomen, somehow knowing that the roots had made it deep enough to begin drawing water from the earth. She felt renewed and nourished as the plant drank, and felt peaceful as the rustling leaves spread further out, having lost all sense of time. At first she wondered why she didn't grow hungry, but then she understood that the sunlight was feeding her now, too. Satisfied, she fell into a dreamless sleep. Awakening several hours later, Mary that the plant's growth had started to slow. She no longer felt the insistent urge to push, though her belly still remained swollen, as though she were about five months pregnant. She still felt a vague sense of perpetual arousal, as though she were just on the edge of cumming. Glancing down between her legs, she noticed that the various vines and roots and merged together into a single, thick stalk, her cunt stretched to the fullest to accommodate it. The stalk was strong, but flexible, and Mary realized that it was long enough to give her some freedom of movement. She stood up, dragging the long thick vine between her legs as she walked around and took stock of her surroundings. As she tested the limits of her new tether, she noticed several very familiar flowers. Without thinking about it, she squeezed her own cunt muscles tight. The flowers slowly bloomed, their pale petals glinting in the sunlight. As she relaxed, the flowers began to close. Wondering at this, she squeezed again. The flowers opened once again. She could feel the cool water slowly moving through her body, the water being taken from the ground and upward to the leaves. She realized that she thought of them as her leaves now. As drops of sweet nectar leaked from her swollen breasts, Mary smiled at sheer wonder of her transformation. She glanced lovingly at her flowers, understanding at last the new life she had been given. Several months later, Naomi, a member of Mary's research team was surveying the abandoned research site. Armed with week's worth of Mary's notes, Naomi marched off the beaten path, determined to learn the fate of her missing coworker. As she wandered deeper into the forest, she noticed a series of strange, heart-shaped leaves. Remembering them from the notes, she followed the vines deeper into the forest. She caught wind of a sweet, musky fragrance. Following both the intoxicating scent and the series of vines, Naomi caught sight of a beautiful pale flower. Just past it was a nude, pregnant, green Mary plant, resting peacefully on a bed of large heart-shaped leaves. Naomi froze in shock, glancing back and forth at her friend's radically changed appearance and the large stalk issuing from her cunt. As Naomi stepped closer, trying to get a better look, Mary's eyes opened. Gazing into Naomi's astonished face, Mary smiled warmly, saying, "Hi." Naomi finally snapped to. "That is the understatement of the century," she replied with amazement. Mary giggled. "So," she asked coyly. "What do you think of my research?" "I think you took the whole green thumb thing to a whole new level," Naomi quipped. "Care to learn about my discovery first hand?" Mary asked coyly, contracting her cunt muscles and releasing more pheromones into the air. "Why not?" Naomi panted in reply, walking towards her old friend as juices flowed freely from her pussy. Mary smiled, and a great pale flower opened its petals wide. And as the two women kissed passionately, Mary's flower pushing deeper and deeper into Naomi as it filled her with womb sweet sticky pollen, both of them couldn't help but marvel at the thought of the new life Naomi would soon carry inside her back to the States. Going Green The things that happen in my stories are at best unlikely, but isn't that what fantasy is all about? I reject your reality, and substitute my own. If you require complete plausibility in your stroke fiction, then you're probably on the wrong page. The third page is only a couple of lines, so don't let that scare you away. This is an entry in the Literotica Earth Day Contest for '09 **** Sam Green finished setting up his new auction account, wondering if he had the balls to go all the way. The idea had come to him when he'd received yet another new toy that he'd ordered on the internet. The flashlight was hardly a technical marvel, but the novelty of only having to shake it for light, never having to worry about batteries, was enough to make Sam click the buy button. As soon as he shook the flashlight and turned it on for the first time, the idea lit up in his head along with the LED. The motion of shaking it to power it up was similar to something that he was all too familiar with, while the shape spoke of something else entirely. Only someone as socially awkward and sexually frustrated as Sam could have possibly considered the idea that popped into his head. Sam's geeky, creative streak kicked in immediately. Though he knew the principle of how the flashlight worked, his brand new purchase was in pieces only minutes after he pulled it out of the box. A couple of weeks later, the weirdest thing he'd ever purchased arrived, and also ended up in pieces — a vibrator. The process took a couple of months, but he finally managed to come up with a design that actually worked. He had to put in a larger capacitor and magnet to get enough power, but his clear plastic prototype vibrating powerfully in his hand was worth all the work. With phase one complete, Sam moved on to the more important part of his fantasy. A lot of internet research and several brown paper wrapped boxes later, he finished the molds and went to work on the real thing. Now, sitting in front of the computer, Sam spun the vibe in his fingers, and knew that he had to do it. The vibrators were molded from his cock, and the fantasy of a dozen women getting off with his dick was too much to resist. Advertising them as green-powered and guaranteed to ship by Earth Day should attract a lot of interest, and might even make him enough money to break even on all that he'd spent to make the twelve vibrators. He had to laugh at the irony, because he lumped in Earth Day with Arbor Day, Flag Day, and numerous other holidays that he considered pointless wastes of time designed to line somebody's pockets. Sam took the pictures, set up the auctions, and went to bed to fantasize about what would happen when he shipped them out in a few days. **** Sam cautiously looked around, though it was unlikely that anyone would be anywhere near his lair of servers and wires. He blinked through his auction pages and couldn't help a quiet yes of excitement. A few blogs and forums had picked up his listings for weird and funny auction posts, pushing his hits through the roof. If the current bids held up, he would actually make a profit off of this whole adventure — besides the abundant masturbatory fantasy fuel. "Dammit," he cursed when the phone rang. "I.S., Sam Green speaking." "Just leave it alone and I'll be there in a minute," he said once the woman had described the problem she was having with her computer. He grabbed his bag, left the lair, and went to work. Teri let out an exasperated, derisive sigh when he appeared at her cubicle a minute or so later. "God, I thought you said that you fixed this thing last time." Sam's desire to slap her silly for crashing her computer again warred with the arousal that her bared cleavage caused. "I did." "Well, obviously not," she replied, her voice as much a sneer as the expression on her face. "Just fix the thing," she demanded, and then swept out of her cubicle. "Bitch," he muttered as he sat down. As expected, the crash was her fault. Sam got the system back online in a couple of minutes, just in time for Teri to return with a cup of coffee. "About time," she spat, and made an impatient gesture for him to get out of her chair. "You're welcome," he said as he walked past her. "Whatever." Sam rolled his eyes and decided that he was going to go through and block all her favorite non work-related websites again as soon as he got back to his desk. "Hey, Sam." Sam's heart jumped in his chest and his stomach tightened upon hearing the voice. "Hey, Denise," he answered, and inwardly winced when he could hear every ounce of his nervousness in his voice. "Uhm — I've got a little problem," she said while pointing to her computer and shrugging apologetically. She nervously twisted a lock of her shoulder-length auburn hair between her fingers. Sam found it hard to avoid staring at her. She wasn't a slutty blonde like Teri, but she was still hot — and she didn't treat him like an insect. He glanced in and didn't see anything obviously wrong with the computer. "What is it?" "I sort of accidentally closed something before I saved it." "I can bring up the last automatic backup for you, but that won't help with anything between then and now." "I've been working on it for an hour." "I should be able to get a lot of it back, then." Denise folded her hands as if in prayer as she stood up. "Oh, please, please," she said as she moved out of the way. Sam sat down and reached for the mouse. Denise walked in right next to him, and he felt his cock hardening from the sight of her skirt-clad bottom in his peripheral vision. "New background, I see," he nervously bantered, trying to cover up the blush that he knew was rising in his cheeks. "I changed it for Earth Day. If you can't get that file back for me, I'm going to get recycled." Sam brought up the screen and Denise leaned in to point at one of the files, bringing her full breasts within a few tantalizing inches of his face. "That's it." "The last backup was ten minutes ago," he said, and brought the document up. "Scroll down," Denise asked, and took up her prayer pose again. As soon as Sam reached the bottom of the document, she let out a sigh of relief and said, "Thank god. You're a lifesaver." "Hey, no problem," he said, and then got up out of the chair. "Just remember to save a little more often." "I will. I don't think my heart could take another shock like that any time soon. Thank you." "Just doing my job," Sam responded, holding his bag of tools and discs in front of him to hide his erection as he left the cubicle. Thankfully, nobody else bothered him as he returned to his lair. He brought up the auction pages again to find that several had new bids. "Two days to go," he said, and leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile. **** The last of the auctions closed, and Sam let out a whoop. The bidding had more than exceeded any of his expectations, and he would actually be well in the black after shipping all twelve toys out. Two of the top bidders had already paid and mailed their information before the rest of the auctions even closed. A third came in as Sam took a victory drink from his bottle of beer. He clicked on the email, and his jaw dropped open. Denise Rogers. Sam could barely believe it at first, but everything matched up. His hot coworker had won one of the auctions. He was as stiff as a board in a few seconds, the fantasies in his head even more vivid now. Naturally, he went to bed immediately — and not to sleep. **** Sam packed up all of the toys and shipped them out. He decided to take a slight risk, and put a little note in with each one that had what he was positive was a female name. It offered to refund the cost of shipping for a picture of the buyer with the toy. He didn't specify the details of the picture, but hoped that what he'd implied might just entice a couple of wild women to take him up on it. The days passed as the mail went on its way, and then the first picture arrived. Unfortunately, it was what he expected, rather than what he hoped for. The woman was fully clothed, a little on the large side, and simply holding the vibrator. Sam kept his promise, and sent the refund. The second picture was much the same, except that the woman was pretty hot. He saw a third and fourth email with attachments when he checked his mail at work. One of them was from Denise. Though he struggled with the decision all day long, Sam avoided the temptation to open either of the messages. He couldn't help walking by her cubicle and looking in a couple of times, though. The minutes felt like hours as Sam waited for quitting time. When it finally arrived, he hurried home and went straight to his computer. No more emails had come in during the day, so Sam's pointer hovered over Denise's. At the last second, he decided to open the other one first. It proved to be a bra and panty picture of a woman who looked to be in her forties. She wasn't bad looking, and the pic brought a smile to his face — as well as a rise in his pants. Sam sent the refund, and then returned to his mailbox. He offered a little prayer to anyone who would listen, and clicked on the message. An excited groan escaped him when he saw the pic. He'd dreamed about what Denise would look like in her underwear more times than he could imagine. The material was thin enough to give him teasing glimpses of her nipples beneath the bra. The toy, molded from his cock, lay on her flat stomach. Her face was hidden, just like the other pictures he'd received, but knowing her allowed him to fill in the blank. That one picture was worth every ounce of effort he'd put forth. The one below it nearly gave him a heart attack. Sam scrolled down, his heart pounding as the picture rose into view. His toy was half buried in her moist canal, her nether lips clinging to it. The photo was taken up close, from a point of view angle. His eyes drank in every crease and crinkle of her folds while his cock throbbed. He could almost feel the real thing replacing the replica on the screen. Below it, she'd typed, Going green has never felt so good. His pants dropped to the floor in short order. Once he recovered, Sam sent the refund, along with a message thanking her for the picture, and telling her how much he enjoyed it. He then loaded up photo paper into the printer, and printed off copies to put in the dresser next to the bed. Sam was more than a little chafed and drained when he drifted off to sleep. **** The next day at work, the building was a little gloomy, because the boss had decided to turn out half of the lights as a PR stunt for Earth Day. It might have been irritating, except that he'd also decided that everyone would only work half a day. His favorite toady had wandered throughout the building, passing out witty little memos reminding everyone to turn out their lights for Earth Hour that evening, apparently oblivious to the ream of paper he'd wasted in doing it. Virtually nothing went haywire with the computers all day, leaving Sam plenty of time to sit with the image of Denise's big tits covered by a thin bra, and her perfect, pink pussy fixed in his head. When someone finally had an issue at almost the early quitting time, Sam couldn't help walking by her cubicle. She glanced over at him and smiled, but snapped her eyes back to her computer a second later. Sam took a deep breath and continued on, planning to have everything ready so that he could jet out right at one o'clock. "Hey, Sam." Sam's eyes widened when he heard her call. He turned around to see her peeking out of her cubicle and beckoning him back. With no bag to hide it this time, he prayed that she wouldn't notice his cock rapidly going from half mast to full sail as he walked back to her. Denise bit her lip when he walked into her cubicle, and then whispered, "Can I ask you a favor?" "Yeah, sure," he responded, wondering why she was whispering. "I've got a problem, but it's not here, it's at home." Sam's mind whirled. She's asking me to come to her place. "Pretty please?" Sam realized that he was standing there lost in his own chaotic thoughts, and his lips were moving before his brain caught up. "Yeah, sure." "It's almost quitting time. You can follow me when we leave. See you in the parking lot?" "Yeah, I'll be there," Sam answered, wondering how in the world he was going to keep it together alone with her, in the same house where he knew that she was using the vibrator he'd made in his own image. "Great. Thanks." She hesitated for a second before turning back to her computer, and Sam only found the presence of mind to walk away once her big, brown eyes left his. Sam was in a fog for the final few minutes of the day. He moved on auto-pilot back to his lair, gathered up his things, and then left as soon as the second hand crossed over to quitting time. When he walked out into the parking lot, Denise was standing by her car, and broke out into a smile when she saw him. She gave a little wave, and then climbed into her car. Denise glanced into her rearview mirror often during the drive, making sure that he was still behind her. It was only when he pulled up and parked next to her that it dawned on him that he hadn't brought any of his tools or anything with him. He silently cursed himself, and prayed that whatever was wrong with her computer was something that he could take care of without his bag of tricks. Denise walked over to her door, unlocked it, and turned to say, "Come on in." Never in his life would he have dreamed that he might ever follow Denise into her apartment, even to work on her computer. She gestured to the machine, and Sam let his brain switch into geek mode, which helped calm some of the turbulence in his head. He walked over, sat down, and reached for the mouse. Sam's eyes shot wide open when the screen saver shut down and he saw one of his auction pictures on the screen. "If you're trying to hide who you are, it helps if you don't leave your Star Trek keychain sitting in the picture," Denise said from behind him. Dumbfounded, Sam turned back to her and muttered, "I..." "Why didn't you ever ask me out?" "Uhm... Uh... Me?" "Yes, you," she responded, and then laughed. When she saw that he was still at a loss for words, she leaned down and opened a drawer in the computer desk. She pulled out the vibrator that she'd won in the auction and shook it, the magnet clacking back in forth in its track as it charged the toy. "I love this. All I've done is go through batteries lately. I got so sick and tired of dating jerks that I just gave up." Denise gave the toy a few more, much quicker shakes. "So, you never answered my question. Aren't I your type?" "No — I mean yes — I mean..." Denise put a finger to his lips and smiled at him. "You're cute. You just need to stop letting people walk all over you." She brought the vibe up next to her face and stroked her cheek with it. "This is you, isn't it?" Her eyes darted down to his crotch for a second. "Yeah," he answered, the sensual tone of her voice and the sight of his clone cock against her cheek giving him enough encouragement to find his voice. "Want to skip the whole having coffee and going to dinner thing and get to the good part?" She didn't wait for an answer, but instead leaned over the chair and kissed him. Sam could almost imagine cartoon fireworks going off around them as her soft lips pressed against his. She tasted of mint and strawberries, and her tongue slipping out to caress his lips nearly made him swoon. She licked her lips when she broke away from the kiss, and popped open the top button of her blouse. She tilted her head toward the bedroom door, twitched her eyebrows, and walked that way. Sam followed; swearing that he would kill anyone who woke him up if this was a dream, his eyes roving from her bottom swaying beneath her skirt up to her blouse coming open as she continued to undo buttons. By the time he stepped into her bedroom, the blouse was billowing freely as she walked. Denise turned around at the side of her bed, tossed her vibe onto the mattress, and shrugged her blouse to the floor. She reached behind her to pop open the clasp of her bra, and slipped the straps off of her shoulders as he reached her. Her fingers curled around his wrists, and she brought his hands up to her breasts. Sam lifted the cloth and cupped her tits in his hands. Denise let out a moan and her head lolled backward, her auburn hair billowing in the breeze of a ceiling fan above. He caressed the heavy globes with his fingers, and let his thumbs brush over the stiff, pink points. Denise sucked in a gasp as he teased her nipples, and reached for his cock. Sam let out a sharp groan as her fingers traced the erection beneath his jeans. He reluctantly removed his hands when she finished taking off her bra, though he was more than happy with the unobstructed view, and even more pleased when she reached for the button of his jeans. His breaths coming in long, deep pants, Sam's eyes roved over her body as she unzipped his fly, pulled down his jeans, and slipped her hand beneath his boxers to wrap her fingers around his cock. "Oh my. You're so hard," she said while looking into his eyes. Her tongue wetted her lips once more, and then she sank to her knees. Denise pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees with a quick tug, and then wrapped her right hand around the base of his shaft. She leaned in, her lips parting, and lapped the swollen head of his cock. Sam lurched from her touch and groaned. She sensually chuckled and looked up at him, her tongue still gliding over his glans. Then, she took him in her mouth. He could have died on the spot — and thought for a moment that he just might — with absolutely no regrets, as she took him in her hot mouth. She didn't play around or tease, she took him deep, and fast. Sam rested his hands on her bare shoulders as he watched her hair bounce from her efforts. Denise released him with a slurp, and then looked up at him again. "Feel good?" She asked, and then bit down on her tongue with a smile. "Fucking incredible," Sam breathed. "Mmm — good." Then she wrapped her lips around him again. After only a few sucks, Sam knew that he was in trouble. He could already feel the itch in the tip of his cock and the tightness beneath his balls that let him know he was going to come soon. He bent his will to holding it off, but his will was nothing compared to the feeling of her sucking his cock. He pushed her away just before he reached the point of no return, gasping for breath. "About to... Sorry." "It's okay," she responded. "I like that I can get you that hot so fast. Will it take you long to get hard again if you come?" If the marathon of masturbating to her pictures was any indication, Sam doubted that it would take long. "I don't think so." "Then come for me." Sam grunted as she took him in again, regaining all the ground that she'd lost when he pushed her away in only a couple of sucks. He panted, still trying to hold it off, but he knew it was too late. The grip of his fingers on her shoulders tightened, he groaned, and erupted in her mouth. Denise moaned around him, pumping her hand over his shaft while she softly sucked for the copious amounts of cream spurting from his tip. Sam trembled and twitched, only able to keep his balance because of his hands on her shoulders. She seemed to know exactly when he was growing too sensitive to handle any more, and let him slip free of her lips with a final moan. She kissed the tip, making it jump, and then guided him to sit on the bed. Going Green Sam sat down — or rather collapsed because his weak knees refused to support him any longer — and fought to keep his eyes open while she untied his shoes, removed them, and then dispensed with his pants as well. He felt as if he was burning up, and removed his shirt with trembling hands. Denise stood back up, and let her skirt fall to the floor. Her panties followed immediately after, and she climbed into the bed next to him. She kissed his neck, and then whispered into his ear. "I want to play with my toy for you. Would you like that?" Sam nodded and managed to breathe, "Uh huh." She moved to the foot of the bed, picking up the vibrator along the way, and lay back to spread her legs wide. She shook the toy vigorously, making sure it had a nice strong charge, while Sam lay down on his side facing her. He drank in the sight of her, still somewhat in disbelief that it was really happening. Either satisfied with her efforts, or unwilling to wait any longer, Denise stopped shaking the toy and turned it on. She brought the tip to her moist nether lips, and sucked in a sharp gasp. Sam watched the copy of his cock slide up and down the parting of her lips, getting the tip wet, and then she slid it inside her. Denise rotated the humming cock, making sure it was good and wet, from tip to base, and then started stroking it. She built up speed quickly, the clackity-clack of the magnet sliding mingled with her moans, the hum of the toy, and the wet crackle that sounded with every thrust. The vibe pumped faster, and Denise writhed on the bed from the pleasure it was giving her. "Oh, it feels so good. I can't wait to have the real thing." Sam felt the first twitches of life between his legs upon hearing those sexy words. It would still be a little while before he could get hard again, but he was perfectly content to watch her fuck herself with his creation. Denise added a finger rubbing her clit as her passion mounted. "Mmm — Oh. I'm going to come so hard. Do you want to see me come?" "Oh yeah." "I'm getting so close. It feels so good. Tell me to." "Come for me," Sam blurted out. "Oh yes," Denise squealed, and then the fingers on her bud moved faster. Soon enough, they were almost a blur, and her head began to lash on the pillow, whipping her auburn tresses. Her breasts jiggled from her efforts, and milky white cream dribbled out around the vibrator as she moved toward a crescendo. "Oh! Oh! I'm gonna come!" Denise stiffened as she reached the cusp of ecstasy. Her writhing ceased. Her face tightened and grew flushed. Her mouth dropped open, her jaw trembling, and then she rammed the vibrator home with all of her strength. Sam started from the volume of her scream as she gave voice to her pleasure. Her head popped up off the pillow, and then immediately thumped back down. Her body convulsed as if from an inner quake, and she held the vibrator buried inside her with both hands. Finally, she screamed again, and collapsed limp to the bed. Though he'd watched thousands of hours of porn in his time, nothing could compare to the sight of a real woman having a real orgasm only inches away from him. To see his beautiful co-worker in the throes of ecstasy was like pure heaven. He'd certainly never experienced anything like it in his few, awkward sexual encounters, already many years past. Denise pulled the vibrator from her depths with trembling hands, and let it fall to the bed. It continued to hum up against her butt as she slowly came down from her peak, panting for breath. Without taking his eyes from her, Sam picked up the toy and turned it off. Denise's eyelids fluttered open, and she smiled at him before a full body shiver shook her and drew out a moan. "Did you... Did you like that?" "I loved it." Denise giggled. "Me too." Her hand crept between her legs and she gasped from the touch at first. After a couple of deep breaths, she caressed her nether lips, parting them, and said, "You know what I want? I want your mouth on me. I want you to eat my pussy." Sam's stomach knotted up with nervousness, but the sound of her voice and the sight of her caused him to rise. He moved between her parted legs, his heart pounding in his ears, and then the scent of her arousal tickled his nose. Drawn in by her womanly perfume, he tasted her. Denise let out a moan with his touch and rocked her hips up to his lips. Intoxicated by the scent and taste of her, Sam lapped up her bittersweet juices. He wanted nothing more than to see her come again, but had no idea if he could accomplish it. Desperate to make her come, Sam latched on to flashes of memory. Though porn might not be the greatest teacher for pleasuring a woman, it did at least give him some ideas of things to try. His first experiment was to suck her folds between his lips. Tingles shot up and down his spine when she gasped, and then breathed, "Oh yes." Sam was on the top of the world when her reaction told him that she liked what he was doing. Encouraged by that, he latched on to the next thing that crossed his mind. It took him a moment to figure out that he needed to tilt his head to the side, but he managed to find the angle to stab his tongue deep inside her. "Oh!" Denise cried out, and then shivered as she chuckled, the sound both sensual and surprised at the same time. Sam swirled his tongue over her walls, fascinated by the texture and the even tangier flow of juices from her depths. Her hands moved to the side of his head and her fingers twined into his hair. "That feels so good. Don't stop." He continued to try every little trick he could remember, and quickly discovered that the things he'd seen in lesbian porn were having a much stronger effect on her. Denise began to writhe, rubbing her pussy into his face. Sam felt almost drunk — lightheaded and silly. She was getting off on his tongue, her moans and squeals a siren's song that hypnotized him, making him want more. Subtle guidance from her hands and her words helped him find her every sensitive spot. His neck and jaw both began to ache, but he had little trouble ignoring the pain as the sounds she made grew louder by the moment. Denise tugged him toward the apex of her lips and gasped out, "My clit." Sam probed with his tongue, having a general idea of where the sensitive little bud was. The moment his tongue touched it, Denise yelped and pulled him tighter against him. "Right there. Faster. Don't stop." Sam flicked his tongue as fast as he could manage, and she began to tremble. He homed in on her clit, able to feel the difference between it and the rest of her fragrant folds. In a flash of inspiration, he sucked it between his lips, and continued to caress it with his tongue. "Yes! I'm... I'm..." Denise screamed in orgasm, her legs clamping down on the side of his head as her fingers tugged at the roots of his hair. Sam rode her bucking hips, having little choice in the matter. She held him in a vice-like grip, the sound of her cries muffled by her smooth thighs pressed against his ears. Though he found it difficult to even draw breath, he just kept licking — and she kept coming. Finally, her legs collapsed to the bed, and her hands followed. Sam pulled back to suck air into his starved lungs, and marveled at the sight of her. She twitched from the jolts of pleasure still shooting through her. Her pussy was smeared with his saliva and her juices, glistening in the light. When she opened her eyes and smiled at him, Sam asked, "Was it good?" "Wonderful," Denise moaned, and then shivered as an aftershock claimed her. Sam sat up, the discomfort of lying in the same position for so long finally catching up to him. When he did, he revealed something that made Denise's grin grow even wider. "Mmm — you're hard again." Her back arched a final time and she gasped before she sat up. "Lie down." Denise scooted over to the side of the bed, her eyes locked on his cock. Sam throbbed in anticipation as he turned around and lay back. She straddled his legs before he'd even fully settled, and stroked her hands over his chest. The tip of his cock just bumped against her gorgeous ass. "You should be able to last longer this way, and I love being on top." She leaned forward to support her weight on her hands, her nipples brushing against his chest, and kissed him. "Just tell me if you're getting too close." Sam nodded, and couldn't help smiling when she grinned at him. "Oh god, I need you," Denise breathed, and then reached between their bodies with one hand. Sam groaned in an explosive breath as she pressed the tip of his cock against her wet folds. She shifted her hips a little, guided him into her canal, and sat down on his cock with a loud gasp. Denise's hot pussy wrapped around him, squeezing him like nothing he'd ever felt before. She straightened over his erection, wiggled her hips from side to side for a second, and looked down at him to say, "Your cock feels so good." "Your... You too," Sam responded, finding it difficult to think with his cock buried inside her. Denise's hips lifted, revealing just a little over an inch of his cock, which was already coated in her wetness. She bounced on his hard shaft, causing her breasts to jiggle in the most eye-catching way, and sucked on two fingers in a sexy display. A second later, the wet digits slipped down to her clit. Once again, Sam knew he was in trouble. The tight grip of her slippery walls was bringing him toward the edge at warp speed. As before, his efforts to fight it were proving useless. With his cum bubbling up for release, he put his hands on her legs and said, "W-wait." Denise froze in place, though she continued to trace small circles over her clit. "Already close?" "Sorry." Sam's cheeks burned, and he closed his eyes with a defeated sigh. "It's okay. I told you that I like being able to get you there so fast." She let out a long moan and added, "Besides, I've already two wonderful orgasms, and you feel so good inside me like this." "Yeah, but..." "Shh. Just relax. Look at me. It makes me tingle all over to see how much you want me." Sam opened his eyes, and it was hard for him to continue feeling ashamed, in light of the aroused look on Denise's face. She was still masturbating, and used her other hand to lift her breast so that she could lick the nipple, as soon as he opened his eyes. Denise let her breast drop back down and reached out to trace the lines of his abdomen. "You've been hiding some muscles." "Not really." "Uh huh. You may not have a six-pack, but you look delicious." She swiveled her hips a little and continued, "You were certainly doing a good job of hiding this big cock. I'm glad you did, because now I get you all to myself." "You are so hot." "Mmm — thank you. You okay now?" "I don't know for how long." "Just stop me if I lose control and start hurting you, okay?" "Okay," Sam responded, though he doubted that he would last long enough for her to lose control. Denise changed tactics, rocking and circling her hips, stirring her depths with his cock. It felt wonderful to him, but didn't seem to be causing the same urgency that had overtaken him earlier. Her fingers began to move faster on her clit, and she let out a long moan. Sam's spirit soared as her sounds of pleasure grew louder, and more frequent. Her hips began to move faster, and he still didn't feel as if he was going to erupt inside her any time soon. He understood her warning when he felt a twinge of discomfort each time her hips moved away from him, pulling his cock into a slightly unnatural angle. As soon as he realized that it was what was keeping him from going off, he was able to ignore it with a smile on his face. Denise's moans mingled with sensual growls as her hips bucked harder. Sam could feel a trickle of her juices dripping down his balls toward the bed below. "Oh god. Oh yes," she cried out between rapid, heavy breaths. "Are you gonna come?" Denise's breath blasted from between her clenched teeth as she rose toward a crescendo. "Uh huh — uh huh." "Oh yeah — do it." Denise suddenly shifted position, and started to bounce on his cock again. This time, the heat of her passion caused her to raise high above him, and slam down on his cock. Her ass smacked against his legs. Her juices spattered out around him. She rode him hard, driving his ass deep into the mattress. Sam knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. The hot friction of her pussy stroking him so fast was taking its toll. He fought with all his strength, willing her to come before he did. He got his wish. Denise slammed her hips down a final time and threw her head back. She screamed to the ceiling above, her hands snapping up to her breasts to squeeze them. Her walls clenched tight around him, and Sam felt the itch in the tip of his cock grow white hot. A sudden chill passed through him, and his muscles contracted, pumping cum into her hot canal. He was still fighting to hold on, and didn't erupt as he had in her mouth. A second contraction dribbled more hot cream from his tip, but it felt more akin to the tail end of an orgasm than the beginning of one. After several heavy, almost pained sounding breaths, Denise fell forward on her hands. A second later, she collapsed completely atop him, her body damp with sweat, and her chest heaving. She trembled, and a few whimpers fought their way free as she continued to come. Sam wrapped his arms around her, and she let out a broken moan of satisfaction. The quake inside her settled as a lingering groan that had hints of a chuckle to it escaped her. He held her and stroked her hair, basking in the feeling of her climaxing with his cock still buried deep inside her. When she finally caught her breath, Denise asked, "Did you come?" "I think. A little," he answered, not exactly sure what had happened. Her walls clamped down again, driven by an aftershock of her orgasm. Her eyebrows twitched up, and she looked into his eyes. "You're still hard." "Yeah, I think so." Denise took three fast, deep breaths, and then lurched off of his cock as she sucked air into her lungs a fourth time. She yelped from the heat of him sliding free of her, and then rolled over onto her back. After a swallow and another deep breath, she said, "Fuck me. Come for me." She parted her legs wide, pulling her knees up toward her chest as Sam sat up. He got up onto his knees and moved into position, amazed that he was not only hard, but throbbing. Denise guided him with her hand as he pressed his cock against her folds, and he sank inside her again. "Do it. Fuck me." Her voice somehow sounded as though she was demanding and pleading at the same time. Sam thrust hard, his fingers digging into her thighs. He kept his eyes closed, and concentrated on the motion of his hips, trying to stave off the inevitable. To his amazement, he found it took little effort. He opened his eyes, and gasped at the sight of her breasts bouncing. He could feel the tingling of a climax building in his loins, but it was dull — almost numb. It was as if the strange half-orgasm that he'd had earlier had satisfied his need to come without stealing his erection in the process. Since he was caught in the magical little limbo, he decided to take advantage of it. "Oh!" Denise yelped when he slammed his cock inside her with all the power he could muster. This she followed with a sexy moan as he kept up the pace, fucking her hard and fast. She let go of one of her legs so that she could frig her clit again. Sam grunted with effort, his eyes roving over her. Her fingers flashed over her clit as his pussy-slick cock drove relentlessly into her depths. Her breasts now bounced and jiggled erratically, and her face was growing flushed. "Oh yes! Fuck me! I'm getting there again." Sam smiled in surprise, and swelled with pride as he considered the possibility that he might make her come again before he reached the point of no return. He pulled his knees a little closer together, trying to relieve a twinge of pain coming from them, and found that the position let him thrust even faster. Denise reacted with a loud squeal, and then exclaimed, in a rush, "Oh! Right there! Don't stop! Faster!" Nothing so perfect could last forever, and Sam felt the numbness begin to fade. Seconds away from an explosion, he let out a long growl that stuttered in time with his thrusts, and then suddenly spiked in volume as he buried his cock inside her. Denise screamed loud and long, her back arching high up from the mattress as Sam blasted cum into her pussy. No other word could possibly describe the sensation, because he felt like a cannon going off inside her. He growled with every burst, and then his breath seeped from him in a tapering groan as he leaked the last of his seed into her. Sam's chin dropped to his chest, because he didn't have enough strength left to hold his head up. If it weren't for his weight leaning against her bent legs, he couldn't even have remained upright. Denise whimpered and laughed, still caught in the throes of her unexpected orgasm, and loving every second of it. After a minute or so, the effort he'd expended and the sharp jolts from her pussy squeezing his over-sensitive cock caught up with him. "Got... Got to move." Denise moaned in disapproval, but relented by saying, "Go on." Sam didn't have much choice. An odd, bubbly moan passed his lips as he pulled his softening cock free, and then he collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Denise rolled over onto her side and pulled a pillow beneath her head. She stroked his cheek with her fingertips until he forced his eyes open, and then she asked. "W-where did that come from? Not that I'm complaining. Oh god, I'm defiantly not complaining." "Dunno. Wow." "Very wow." The pair lounged on the bed and looked into each other's eyes for several minutes. Both wore languid, satisfied grins, and reveled in the warm afterglow of their near simultaneous orgasms. Denise's eyes shot open and she let out an oh of surprise when the pool of Sam's cream inside her started trying to dribble out. "I need to go tinkle, and I need some water. Do you want some?" "Please," Sam answered, and then chuckled for no particular reason. Denise kissed his forehead. "Be back soon." She then cupped her hand over her pussy and wiggled to the edge of the bed. Sam rolled over to watch her quickly waddle to the bathroom, trying to avoid dripping cum on the carpet. His eyes drifted closed. "Been saving that for a while?" Denise flippantly asked when she emerged from the bathroom a short while later, startling Sam out of a doze. "Oh my, you really filled me up." She gave her bottom a smack as she turned to leave for the kitchen, and looked back over her shoulder at him while swaying her naked ass with exaggerated sensuality. She was still strutting for his enjoyment when she returned with two bottles of water a minute later. She hopped into the bed with all the exuberance of a schoolgirl, and held out one of the bottles to him. Once the both of them soothed their parched throats, Denise kissed him with a tender passion that finally made him understand every kiss he'd ever seen. When their lips parted, she remained close to him. "Sam Green, do you remember in that email where I said that going green had never felt so good?" "Yeah." "Well, you just topped it, by a lot." The two shared a laugh and leaned in close to hold each other. After a few minutes of cuddling, Denise turned toward him with a mischievous smile. "I was wondering what I was going to do when I turned out the lights tonight for Earth Hour." She leaned in close, her lips parting and her voice dropping into almost a moan. "I know what I want to do now." Going Green Sam kissed her back, and knew that he would never see Earth Day the same way again. **** Please take a second to vote, and feel free to drop me a line in a public comment or an email to let me know how you liked the story. Don't hesitate to point out anywhere that I messed up, either. I don't use an editor, so things can (and do) slip through. Going Green This is my entry in the Earth Day 2011 Story Contest. Thank you so much to durablue and petitmort for editing and for their insightful suggestions and to steelersfan for proofreading this story. Note to readers: there is sex at the end of this story, but there's a fair amount of relationship development before you get there. If you're looking for a 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' type of story, you might want to move on now. Thank you, dear readers, for your time reading my first contest entry. Votes, comments, and feedback are most appreciated. ~ sleeplessgurl *** March 3, 2011 Rika was talking about important stuff. Matt knew it was important, but he was distracted by her beautiful face. He had been staring at her lips again, the way they moved when she spoke. They were so pretty with that full pouty grin and that pink lipstick that shined against her flawlessly smooth brown skin. Those lips begged to be kissed. Or at least he thought so. He noticed the way her dark eyes sparkled whenever she got animated or passionate about something, the way she wrinkled her nose when she laughed or talked about things that annoyed her. He tried to pull his focus back to her words. It was important. He had learned so much from her in a few short months, that is, when he wasn't fantasizing about her. Pay attention, he admonished himself for probably the hundredth time. "...and finally corporate Real Estate reports that solid waste collection in the building is down eleven percent over last year and electricity consumption is down eight percent over the same quarter last year, even though we have more employees. This is great news, everyone. This makes a great impact on our overall carbon reduction goals. It seems our campaigns to encourage employees to use less disposables and turn off their equipment are showing real results," Rika concluded, smiling briefly at the people seated around the meeting table. He nodded thoughtfully to acknowledge what she'd said. He was sure no one would be aware that he was staring. After all, she was talking and it was only polite to look at her while she was leading the Green Team meeting. Rika was stunningly beautiful. Matt couldn't help staring at her whenever she was around. He'd only joined the Green Team to get an excuse to talk to her. When he hadn't been distracted with thinking about her lips or about her ... other parts, Matt found he had actually learned a lot about environmental sustainability and eagerly enjoyed participating. But he couldn't help that he sometimes got distracted. After her report, she mentioned that it was time to start planning for Earth Week events. "Remember, it's a short week. Earth Day is on Good Friday this year, so we'll have to do the big event on the Thursday, since all our Canadian offices will be closed on the Friday." She asked the assembled team of twelve people for ideas. A few people made some suggestions. Rika jotted them down, cheerfully acknowledging each person's idea and thanking them for it. Then after they decided on a direction, she started listing things that needed to be done, and Matt kept volunteering to take on tasks. He loved the way she smiled at him every time he volunteered to do something, so he kept taking on more to see that special smile again. *** September 2010 Matt had joined the company in early September as a software coder and tester. The job was okay and paid reasonably well. The location was convenient. He liked his coworkers and the company—so far. It was a large successful growing firm, unlike the last place he'd worked where impending layoffs had sent him on a job search. He'd seen Rika in the elevator on his third day and was instantly drawn to her. She was stunning. Small and delicate and beautiful. But the elevator was full and she was with her friend—a good-looking tall skinny Asian guy. About a week later, he'd seen her in the food court, again with that same guy. They way they leaned their heads together conspiratorially, they looked so intimate. Matt figured he must be her boyfriend. The next time he saw her in the elevator, it was not so crowded. He was alone, when she got in, talking animatedly with two other women. She didn't seem to acknowledge him at all. But he'd finally gotten a chance to see her name on her photo ID tag: Tharika Jayasuriya. Matt tried not to stare. But he couldn't help stealing glances at Tharika. Her chocolate brown skin was absolutely flawless, and she always wore a little makeup that went with her clothes. On that day, she had a hint of purple eyeshadow to go with her blouse and a deep pink lipstick that made her lips look so deliciously kissable. She had deep dark eyes with a bright laughing expression. Her long silky black hair draped down her back and seemed to flow like water as she moved. Since it was a hot September day, she was wearing a short skirt and strappy sandals, showing off perfectly pedicured toes and her long thin shapely legs, with that same smooth flawless chocolate brown skin that just called out to be touched. He imagined sliding his hands up those perfect legs... Her petite frame was perfectly proportional, with round high breasts that were displayed nicely in her light purple blouse with a few buttons undone to provide a hint at her cleavage. He had no idea how old she was, but he would guess early twenties. She had not a hint of accent; she just sounded Canadian. He was curious about her and frustrated by the fact that he didn't know anything about her. What kind of name is Tharika Jayasuriya? What does she do here at the company? What does she like to do when she's not at work? Nearly every time he saw her—whether in the elevator or the cafeteria or the food-court beneath their building—she was with that tall guy. Matt had read his ID badge too: Jason Cheung. She called him Jay. He called her Rika. Matt was sure they must be dating. Just looking at the way they were together, they had to have an intimate relationship. She touched him frequently when she spoke to him. They shared jokes. He made her laugh. Her face was so beautiful when she laughed. Matt felt a pang of jealousy. He knew it was completely irrational. He had no claim on her whatsoever. Yet, he wanted her to be touching him that way, to be laughing at his jokes, looking up at him with that beautiful smile and the twinkle in her deep dark eyes. *** October 11, 2010 The company's Pride group was holding an event for National Coming Out Day. Matt and a few of his teammates decided to go to the event. One of his closest friends on the team, David, was already "out" but he explained to Matt that National Coming Out Day was about showing solidarity and support, making it okay for others to come out—if they wanted to. Matt knew he was clearly straight, but it didn't really matter to him what anyone else was. He knew how difficult it had been for some of his friends to come out in high school and university, so he was happy to go and support the cause with David. The event was well attended with over a hundred and fifty people milling about the cafeteria, eating hors d'oeuvres, waiting for speeches to start. Matt noticed that Jason Cheung seemed to be one of the organizers. He asked David about it. "Jay? Oh... he's so hot, isn't he?" David swooned. Matt just laughed. "Oh right, you wouldn't think so," David chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, Jay's one of the leaders of the Pride group." "You mean he's gay?" Matt asked incredulously. "That's usually why you'd be leading a Pride group, isn't it?" David quipped with a good natured sarcasm. "But he's always hanging out with that girl..." As if on cue, Rika showed up at Jay's side. "Rika," David supplied, nodding toward her. Matt knew her name, but didn't want to be too obvious. David laughed and added, "Yeah, they're practically joined at the hip aren't they?" Matt grunted his agreement. David looked at Matt suspiciously for a moment then continued nodding towards them, "We were all in New Employee Orientation at the same time. They're on the same team. I think they just became fast friends." "Is she..." "Gay?" David supplied, looking at Matt who was still staring at Rika. "No. At least I don't think so." "Oh," Matt said softly, as it dawned on him that if Jay was gay, then he wasn't Rika's boyfriend. Maybe Rika doesn't have a boyfriend? David watched Matt, his eyes narrowing for a moment, as Matt's eyes followed Rika around the room. "Oh. You LIKE her, don't you?" "No," Matt said a little too vehemently. "C'mon, let's go talk to them," David said, starting to walk toward them with a mischievous grin. Matt grabbed David's arm and pulled him back. "David, NO," he said a little too loudly. A few people around them looked over. David regarded Matt. "Have you even spoken to her yet?" "Ummmm," Matt hesitated and looked at the floor. "Why the fuck not?" "I just haven't had a reason to." "Don't be such an idiot, Matt," David sighed, exasperation clear in his body language. "If you want her, just talk to her." Matt just shrugged his shoulders. David sighed. "You're hopeless. When exactly was the last time you got laid?" "Nevermind," Matt sulked. "Exactly. Hopeless." Matt rolled his eyes at David. "Well... you want a reason to talk to her?" David asked. Matt raised his eyebrows hopefully and nodded. "Go green," David said simply. Matt furrowed his brows quizzically. "What?" "She's an environmental activist. She leads the company Green Team. You know: the people who send out the Green Tip emails, and run all those campaigns to encourage us Neanderthals to be more environmentally friendly." A huge smile spread across Matt's face. "You're welcome," David said. "Oh," Matt smiled. "I owe you one, David." Matt grinned even more broadly as he watched Rika flit around the room. When they got back to their desks, Matt emailed the Green Team mailbox, saying he was new to the company, had heard about the Green Team, and wanted to get involved. Rika replied from the mailbox a few hours later, with an enthusiastic, "welcome to the team" message, and she sent him an invite to the next Green Team meeting—in two weeks. Matt wasn't really an environmental activist, but he did try to do his part. He thought about his daily choices. He always recycled and commuted to work on the subway. Although, it helped that he worked over a subway station and lived two blocks from one. But now he knew something about her—something she really cared about—and he finally had a reason to talk to her. He could barely wait for 2 weeks to pass. He opened a browser window, and typed:"What does a Green Team do?" And he started to read:"Green Teams are informal groups of staff members from an office, department or organizational unit that meet regularly to educate themselves and their colleagues about sustainability... " He read and read, and as one link lead to another, he started to learn so much. *** October 26, 2010 Matt walked into the Green Team meeting armed with notes and ideas jotted on the backs of discarded printouts. He'd tried to look his best today. He wore black pants and a black button down shirt that was un-tucked. His dark curly hair looked deliberately mussed. He'd caught more than one woman checking him out that day, so he felt good about how he looked. Rika looked at him as soon as he walked into the meeting room. As he walked toward her, he felt as if she were watching him, but he couldn't be sure. He thought he saw her eyes travel over him and return to his face. He tried really hard not to let his eyes do the same, but he couldn't help noticing that she was wearing a thin dark green v-neck sweater that hugged her curves and showed a bit of cleavage. He deliberately pulled his eyes away from her chest and back to her face. When he walked up close to her, he was engulfed in the most tantalizing scent. At this close range, he realized how much taller he was than her. Matt's lithe muscular frame towered over her tiny body. He approached her smiling an extra friendly smile, and he couldn't help the twinkle that was in his eyes. "Hi, I'm Matt Riley," he said, extending his hand. She looked into his grey eyes, recognition leaping into her face as he mentioned his name. She slid her hand into his. His big hand engulfed her tiny one. Her hand was warm and soft, her skin so smooth. He could have sworn she shivered as they shook hands, but perhaps he imagined it. She looked at him for a second and her eyes widened slightly until she averted her gaze and looked away. He watched as her gaze moved about his face, avoiding his eyes. He wondered why she did that. "Oh, right!" she exclaimed, perhaps recognizing his name from their email exchange, he thought. "From the twentieth floor, right?" she added. Her gaze darted back to his eyes and quickly away again. "That's right," he said, smiling broadly. She looked back into his eyes again and smiled warmly. "Welcome," she said. "We're always glad to have new members." Matt took a seat at the conference table, as people gathered in the room. Many greeted each other or Rika as they assembled. He watched Rika as she dialed into the conference call. He watched the way her delicate hand moved on the keys of the polycom phone. He watched her face, as the automated voice asked for her name. Her melodious voice made him feel warm inside as her name rolled off her tongue, "Tharika Jayasuriya." He couldn't help staring at her as she talked. But as she led the meeting, he developed a new level of admiration for her. He was immediately impressed with how she took control of the meeting, how she encouraged everyone to participate, and mostly by her level of expertise and professionalism. After the meeting, Matt went back to his desk and started researching everything Rika had talked about with which he was not familiar. His search led him to increasingly interesting sites, and he started learning more about environmental sustainability. *** March 7, 2011 In the past few months, Matt found he had made many changes in his life because of the things he was learning from Rika. He had started carrying a travel mug with him in his knapsack, so he wouldn't have to get disposable cups when he bought coffee. He had started buying almost entirely eco-friendly products, like Seventh Generation. He had started gently reminding his friends when they were making poor environmental choices. He even found himself becoming judgmental of those who behaved the way he had, just a few short months ago. Matt had also become much more active in researching ways to help Rika with sustainability initiatives at work, and then he always came to the Green Team Meetings prepared with suggestions. He loved seeing that light in her eyes and that beautiful smile come to her face every time he made a suggestion or took on a task that needed doing. Matt tried to make the most of every conversation he had with Rika. In one-on-one conversations, he would ask her personal questions. He started by just throwing in easy seemingly innocuous questions like commuting and purchasing habits, but managed to get more personal as time wore on. Whenever possible, Matt would go to Rika's desk to give her an update on things he'd been working on. He knew he could send an email or instant message, but he always wanted to see her in person whenever he could. It gave him an opportunity to see her beautiful face and to ask more questions of her. This day, Matt could smell Rika's intoxicating perfume as he walked up to her cubicle. It always caused his pulse to quicken and thoughts... so many thoughts... to swirl through his head in a matter of moments. He pulled himself together and walked into her cubicle, greeting her cheerily. After he had given his update on earth day planning tasks, he told her a bit about what he had been researching and asked if she could suggest any reading material. "Ishmael." She said simply. "You have to read it." "Ishmael?" "Yeah. It's a great book. The full title is Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit, by Daniel Quinn. Ray Anderson says he has read the book seven times. But it wasn't the first book he read on sustainability. He got his epiphany from reading Paul Hawken's The Ecology of Commerce. That's a good one too. Then someone recommended Ishmael and he said he's read it seven times." Matt watched as her face got animated and her eyes showed that happy glow as she began to talk about it. It made her look so beautiful. Between the scent of her perfume washing over him, and the glow in her face, Matt had restrain himself from moving in closer to her. "Ummm. Sorry. Who is Ray Anderson?" Matt asked. "Oh. Sorry. He's the CEO of Interface Flor." She got even more excited as she began to speak about someone she obviously had a great deal of respect and admiration for. "I've heard him speak four times and actually got to meet him once. Interface is the biggest carpet manufacturer in the world." "What does a carpet manufacturer have to do with environmental sustainability?" "Exactly! See that's what's so cool about it! Interface is a carpet and flooring manufacturer that is doing amazing things in environmental sustainability. I mean Incredible. You know what the number one input to carpet manufacturing is?" "Ummm." "Petroleum! But see, they've done amazing things. Like they invented carpet tiles, so you only have to replace small sections of warn or soiled tiles, instead of the whole carpet. They were the first to recycle carpet. They have all these innovative programs to capture emissions and reuse them to fuel their plants. Like in one of their plants in the States, they actually capture methane from a local dump and pump it like nine miles to their plant and use it as fuel. Did you know methane is twenty times worse than carbon dioxide as a greenhouse gas?" "Hmmm," Matt knew that once Rika got on a roll like this, he only had to nod, smile and listen, and she would keep going. "Well, actually, people debate about how much worse methane is, but that's another story." She smiled like she'd just told an inside joke, and continued, "But the point is, it's a win win win situation. The company works with the city to have access to the dump. The city is happy because the dump reduces faster and doesn't pollute the surrounding residential areas with a bad smell. The company gets cheap fuel, and of course, there's the environmental benefit of keeping methane out of the atmosphere." "Cool," Matt said, nodding. He loved the way she got so animated when she talked about this. "Yeah," she acknowledged his response. "Anyway, Ray Anderson is such an incredibly inspirational speaker. Now that he's completely transformed his company, he goes around the world speaking to others promoting sustainability. In one of his speeches, he was asked what inspired him and he mentioned Hawken's book and then he said he's read Ishmael seven times. I wrote down the name of it and thought, 'wow, I want to read the book that Ray Anderson has read seven times'". "I'll bet," Matt watched her eyes sparkle as she talked. He loved how her lips moved and curved into that beautiful smile as she looked up at him, briefly, to punctuate certain points. "I can see why he's read it seven times," Rika continued. "It's the kind of book that presents a completely different paradigm—a different way of looking at... well... life. But yet, as impactful as it is on your consciousness, it's easy to fall back into your old ways of thinking. I can see why he would read it over and over again. In fact, I'll bring it to you tomorrow and you can see for yourself." Going Green "Really you'd do that for me?" "Of course," she said, looking into his eyes for an extended couple of seconds before she quickly darted her gaze away again. "Thanks," he said sincerely. When Matt went back to his desk, he Googled Interface and Ray Anderson, and he started to learn so much more. "Wow," he said quietly to himself. * The next day, at his desk, Matt could have sworn he smelled her incredible perfume. It always made his pulse race. He'd just been thinking about her, so he figured he must be imagining that intoxicating scent, but he turned and there she was behind him, looking so cute and sweet. He smiled brightly upon seeing her and her beautiful smile spread across her face. Looking slightly awkward, like she didn't know what to do with herself, she extended her arm, proffering a beaten up, dog eared paperback. Matt accepted it with eyebrows raised and turned it to look at the cover. Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit by Daniel Quinn. "Oh hey! Thanks, Rika," he said sincerely. "I wanted to make sure I got it to you right away," she said. Was there something a little eager about the way she said that? "Thank you," Matt said again, smiling, "but you didn't have to do that." "I wanted to," she said softly. She looked at him for a couple of seconds and his pulse sped up a little. He liked that she wanted to do something for him, to share something that was so important to her. "What's it about?" Matt asked. "Well... it's a conversation... it's... well... umm... it's really hard to explain. I mean, if I try and explain it to you, it will sound ridiculous. Just start reading it, and you'll see. It's great. You'll be hooked." "Hmmm. Ok," Matt replied. Rika lingered awkwardly for a moment, like she wanted to say something else. When she started talking her words came out in a rush. "I hope you enjoy it. I have to get back to work now. But let me know when you finish it. I'd love to talk to you about it." "This is great, Rika. I'll start it tonight," Matt said, smiling at her until she brought her gorgeous dark eyes to meet his for a moment. She smiled sheepishly, and looked away again. Her body language, her demeanor, everything about this interaction seemed awkward, not like the confident woman he'd become used to seeing. "Well, I should get back to my desk," Rika said, haltingly, backing away from Matt's desk. "Ok, thanks, Rika," he said, waving the book, watching her go. * Matt read the book in two days, staying up late the second night to get through it. First thing the next morning, he checked to see if Rika was online, and sent her an instant message. "Hi Rika, I finished reading Ishmael." He typed. Matt always typed in complete sentences when sending instant messages to Rika. With some of his friends and coworkers he was perfectly comfortable using IM shorthand, but he noticed Rika always typed full grammatically correct sentences, so he made a point of doing the same whenever conversing with her. "Already?" She responded. "Yeah, it's amazing. You're so right about it. It's completely changed the way I look at human beings and our place on the earth." Matt typed. "I know. Isn't it incredible?" She asked. "Yeah." Matt typed, quickly followed by. "Do you still want to talk about it? Are you free for lunch today?" He pressed send before he had a chance to hesitate. They had spoken in the office on many occasions. They had walked together to the Starbucks a couple of times when they found themselves in the elevator at the same time, but they'd never had lunch together. Matt seemed to stop breathing for an extended moment, and just stared at the screen waiting for her to respond. "Sure." The response came about 15 seconds later... but it seemed like far more. "Great." Matt typed. Then added, "Where would you like to eat?" "Do you like sushi?" "Love it." Matt responded. "Great, there's a little place around the corner I like to go to." "Sounds good. Noon?" "Can you get away a bit before noon? It gets busy and it's sometimes hard to get a table." Matt smiled to himself. He had no objections whatsoever to moving up the time he'd get to see Rika. "OK. 11:45. I'll ping you when I'm ready to go." "Perfect." She responded, then Matt's messenger program indicated that she had closed the chat window. Matt's anticipation of having Rika all to himself for an hour---even in a crowded restaurant---made it difficult to concentrate on his work for the rest of the morning. Promptly at 11:45 a.m., Matt sent another instant message to Rika, and they agreed to meet on the ground level to head out to the restaurant. Once they were seated and had ordered their food, Rika said excitedly, "so, I can't believe you finished the book in two days." "Yeah, once I started I just couldn't put it down," Matt assured her. This wasn't entirely true. It was a good read, and he probably would have read it relatively quickly, but the fact that he was trying to impress her was what really made him read it in two evenings. "I know, it's just amazing, isn't it?" Rika met his gaze and her eyes were sparkling. "Yeah, and I see now what you mean about it being hard to explain. It is. A conversation with a gorilla?" Matt chuckled. Rika laughed too. He loved seeing her laugh. "So what did you like about the book?" Rika asked. "Wow. I mean... well, it's just so powerful," Matt said. "It's like I'm still reeling from the revelations." "I know," Rika said, "you'll feel that way for a while." "Yeah, it's like my whole world, no... my whole view of reality has been shaken up." Rika nodded, delight and understanding shining in her eyes as she watched him speak. "I think the biggest thing for me is the way he presented the history of humanity and the self-serving nature of our creation of this myth of superiority over all the other creatures on the earth... the way he presented it as this 'story' that we're living out. We are 'the Takers'. We do act like the world is a foe to be conquered." Rika nodded slowly. "This premise that the world belongs to man is so... I don't know... evil, you know?" Rika nodded, and Matt continued. "Because of the way we view the world, as ours, to be used, to be conquered, we are conquering it and... destroying it." Matt finished solemnly. Rika looked into his eyes for an extended moment, her eyes full of understanding, sympathy and he thought he saw pride, like one would see in a teacher who feels pride when their student finally understands something really important. But he thought he saw something else in her eyes. Could it be affection? He couldn't quite place it, but he certainly knew it was the longest she'd ever made eye contact with him, and it filled him with such happiness and excitement. Throughout the lunch they continued to discuss the book, and then Matt asked her more about her environmental activities inside and outside of work. She talked at great length and he listened with rapt interest. When lunch was over, he felt a deep disappointment at having to part from her. He would have liked to have stayed and talked all day. *** March 17, 2011 Matt was in a good mood. He had talked to Rika many times in the past few weeks. Their friendship seemed to be developing... he hoped to something deeper. He could have sworn he was seeing signs from her that she was developing feelings for him. He had seen a look in her eye. At least he thought he'd seen something there on those rare occasions when she'd made eye contact with him. He checked the instant message program to see if she was online, and got up from his desk. With a spring in his step, Matt bounded down the stairs to Rika's floor, and walked purposefully toward her desk to give her an update on some things he'd been working on for the Green Team. Of course, he knew he could just send her a text or an email, but he always took the opportunity to go to her desk to see her beautiful face in person if he could. On this day, he planned to ask her out for lunch again. They'd had such a great time and good conversation at the last one, he couldn't wait to get her alone again. As he walked up to her desk, he heard her having a conversation with someone in her cubicle -- another woman. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn't quite place it. "So, where is he taking you on Saturday?" the woman asked. "I'm not sure but he told me to dress up. It's supposed to be a surprise," Rika replied excitedly. "Ohhh, knowing him it will be some place really nice," the other woman said. "I hope so," Rika replied. Matt staggered back, feeling like he had been punched in the stomach. She's dating someone? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I should have asked her out sooner. Fuck. He sulked away without talking to her. He didn't send her a text or an email or contact her at all. Despair descended upon him. He couldn't believe he'd been so stupid and squandered his opportunity. *** April 7, 2011 Matt arrived at the meeting room as Rika was talking to Shereen, another South Asian woman, whose voice he then recognized as the one Rika was talking to on that awful day three weeks ago. He hadn't had any contact with Rika since then. None whatsoever. To be honest, he'd been avoiding her. He quietly slipped into a seat at the far end of the conference table. Rika's back was to him. Perhaps she didn't realize anyone else was in the room yet. She continued her conversation with Shereen. "So what happened to what's-his-face?" Shereen was asking. "Nalin?" Rika supplied his name with a disparaging tone, "Ugh. What a dud." Matt's ears perked up. He started listening intently, but tried to pretend he was reading a page in his recycled notebook. Rika continued, "I did the obligatory three dates with him to satisfy my mother. God why does she always have to do this to me? Anyway, that fiasco a few weeks ago was the last straw with that loser!" Someone else entered the room, and Shereen and Rika turned to see who had entered. Rika noticed Matt sitting there, and for a moment he thought she looked hurt, but she pasted a falsely professional smile on her face. "Matt," she called out, walking toward him. "Where have you been? I haven't talked to you in... well it seems like weeks." "Yeah things have been a little crazy," he said, brightening. "But I think they're getting better now." *** Thursday, April 21, 2011 -- The Earth Day Event First thing that morning, Matt completed some more tasks in preparation for the event. He bounded down the stairs to Rika's floor to stop by her desk, give her an update, and ask her what else he could do to help. Of course, he knew he could email her or text her, but as usual, he wanted to see her. She always seemed so delighted to see him, although he still wasn't sure if that was because she wanted to see him or if she was simply pleased that he had completed a task. As he walked up to her cubicle, that intoxicating scent assaulted his senses, causing his heart rate to accelerate. But then he heard her voice. She was on the phone and she sounded upset. He didn't want to be rude and hover, so he started walking away but when he heard the pain in her voice, he was stopped in his tracks. He felt anger rise in instantly him at whoever was causing her pain. He knew he shouldn't listen but he couldn't help himself. He could only hear what she was saying so he tried to piece together who she was talking to and what the other person was saying. "...and fix me up with another dud who looks good on paper? No way," she cried angrily. "No," she spat. "...I'm not..." "...that is so unfair... " she said like a wounded child, her voice full of pain. "I'm not going to be there!" "No. I don't care who his parents are. I'm not doing this again." Rika's voice sounded angry, resolute. "Absolutely not!" She paused, took a deep breath. When she resumed, he voice was lower and steely with determination. "Mother. Hear me. I'm not going to come to your little dinner party so you can try to fix me up with another one of ...Daddy's. Friends'. Sons." She punctuated each word with finality. "Mother, I'm at work. I have to go now. Goodbye." "Mother, I'm hanging up now." She slammed down her phone and drew in a gasp that sounded closer to a cry. Matt didn't know what to do. He'd heard something he shouldn't have heard. This should have been a private moment for her. But she was hurt. He'd heard the pain and anger in her voice. He thought it was probably really hard for her to stand up to her mother that way. Maybe she wanted comfort. He paused for a second in indecision and then turned toward her desk, plastering on a friendly smile as he walked up to the opening of her cube wall. "Hey, Rika," he called with mock cheeriness. She turned and looked up at him with red puffy eyes. She gasped and her eyes widened in horror at seeing him, and she turned quickly back to her desk. Matt was so concerned for her, he could think of nothing but comforting her. He rushed forward and knelt beside her chair, placing a hand on her shoulder, looking at her beautiful face. He wished there was something he could do to take her pain away. "Rika, are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern. She wouldn't meet his gaze. She looked at her desk and wiped at her eyes with her index fingers. "It's just my mother," she said, a little too flippantly though there was a tinge of pain under her forced sarcasm. "She likes to interfere in my life." "Do you want to talk about it?" She started to shake her head, but then sighed deeply. Matt just waited, looking at her with concern. "She and my dad keep fixing me up with these awful men who have resumes." The flippant tone was gone from her voice, replaced instead by pain and resentment. "I should be able to choose... " she paused, moving her gaze upward toward his eyes, "... who I want to date." She looked into his eyes pointedly as she finished the sentence and held his gaze. Her deep dark eyes bored into his grey ones, searchingly. He saw something in her eyes. Vulnerability, at first. But as he gazed into her eyes, it transformed into affection and... then... desire. He was absolutely sure of it. She wants me! Cue hallelujah chorus! His heart rate sped up and excitement rushed through him. He tried not to jump for joy. He was supposed to be here to comfort her, after all. He returned her gaze, steadily. He let a little bit of what he felt for her show through his eyes—his admiration, his affection, his lust for her. Her eyes widened in surprise and realization. The look in her eyes turned lustful, hungry. The moment stretched for several heartbeats. She seemed to move imperceptibly closer to him "Rika," he breathed. His face was so close to hers. Her lips were right there, so tantalizingly close. He knew she wanted him to kiss her. He could see it in her face, feel it in the atmosphere between them, sense it in the way she kept moving closer. But they were at work. He couldn't. Damnit. This moment was slipping away and he couldn't stop it. Abruptly, Rika seemed to realize where she was and she pulled away from him and turned back to her desk. He stood quickly, startled by her sudden movement and change in demeanor. She put on a falsely cheerful business-like tone. "So what did you want to talk to me about, Matt" "Rika," he said quietly. Her eyes darted up to his. He saw that affection and longing in her eyes for an electrifying flash, but she quickly averted her gaze again. "Tharika, look at me," he urged. When she did, her eyes were so deep, so expressive. He could see emotions playing over her face. Her eyes betrayed her longing for him. And more: excitement, affection, attraction and fear. He held her gaze and smiled trying to reassure her, trying to show her how much he cared for her. Her mouth curved in a slight smile and a bit of the fear left her expression. Matt quickly knelt down beside her, so his face was level with hers again. She gasped seeing him so close again. He spoke quickly in a hushed tone. "Meet me for a drink after work," he urged. "Ok," she breathed. "Blake's. Five o'clock. Can you get away at five?" Matt asked "I can today," she replied, smiling. Her eyes were full of excitement, longing, promise. He smiled broadly, his eyes twinkling. They looked at each other for several more long seconds, so much passing between their eyes, words were unnecessary. After a moment, Matt seemed to remember he had come to her desk for a reason. "Oh, this is what I came to talk to you about," Matt said, handing her a piece of paper. She looked at it, scanned it quickly, and looked up at him with an astonished smile, "All done?" "Yeah." "Thank you," she smiled that delighted smile he loved to see. He knew he would do anything to please her, as long as she kept rewarding him with that breathtaking smile. * Throughout the Earth Day event they danced around each other. They both did things that needed to be done. They talked professionally in front of everyone else on the team and all the employees who came to the event. But every time their eyes met, there was that smoldering, burning, hunger that caused a rush of excitement to go through him. It seemed to get more intense as the day wore on. By the end of the event, he was fighting to keep his erection down and she wouldn't even look at him anymore. Her beautiful face seemed to be glowing and she seemed winded. Reluctantly he went back to his desk. Five o'clock couldn't come soon enough. The afternoon dragged. He couldn't concentrate on work. He kept thinking of the look in her eyes, and what he hoped it meant. He couldn't control his mind all afternoon. Fantasies kept swirling in his head. He imagined finally seeing her beautiful body naked; he imagined kissing her lips and inhaling her intoxicating fragrance; he imagined all the things he wanted to do to her, making her moan and sigh and scream, losing himself in her. He thought of how many times they'd talked and how few times she'd made eye contact. Was that why? She hadn't wanted him to see how she felt? Finally, 4:50 p.m. arrived. He knew it would take a few minutes to get down the elevator and to the bar in the building next door. He checked the company instant message program directory. She was still online. He typed a quick message to her, "Hey. Logging off now. See you at Blake's." The window indicated she was typing before he'd even finished. Her response appeared almost instantly. "See you soon. I can't wait." He grinned broadly, typed a smiley, and shut down his computer. Matt practically skipped to the elevator bay. He had a spring in his step. His heart was beating fast. His body was humming with excitement, anticipation, and a stirring in his pants he was trying desperately to control. When he got to Blake's, he glanced around quickly and noted she wasn't there. It wasn't very busy yet. He sat in a booth that was slightly back in the corner but had a clear view to the front door. He ordered two glasses of pinot grigio and waited, staring at the door. The waitress brought the wine. He hardly noticed her. His attention was trained on the door. He sipped the wine absently. The door opened. A man entered and headed for the bar. Matt let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and took another sip of his wine. He glanced at his watch. 5:05 p.m. He wondered if she might have changed her mind. The door opened again, bright sunlight outside a contrast to the dimly lit bar. The figure of a young woman was silhouetted in the glare. Even as a silhouette, he recognized her immediately. How could he not? He'd studied her form enough in the past seven months. His pulse raced. Going Green Rika stepped in tentatively and let the door close behind her. She squinted and looked around as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting inside. Scanning the room, she met his gaze within a few seconds. Her eyes locked on his. She smiled shyly. His eyes roamed freely over her body as she walked toward him, tentatively at first then her stride lengthening, her lithe body moving with purpose. The smile on his face grew as he watched her approach. He watched her intently as she slid into the booth across from him, watched her face as she deliberately did not meet his gaze. "Hi," she breathed, and as she lifted her eyes to meet his, it was there—undeniably—that passion and longing he'd seen every time their eyes had met all day. Butterflies took off in his stomach and he felt a stirring in his loins. "Hiiii," he whispered as he gazed back at her with a delighted smile. He filled his eyes with all the love and longing he felt for her. She returned the look, but there was a twinge of something else; nervousness and fear. "I took the liberty of ordering some white wine for us," he said, gesturing toward her glass, "I hope you like it." "Oh yes," she said nervously, relieved to be able to look at something else, "Great. Thanks." She glanced at his glass and noticed it was half as full as hers. She looked at her own glass, and picked it up with a shaky hand. He suppressed a smile as she grasped it with two hands and brought it tentatively to her lips. He watched her mouth intently as she tasted it. She took a tiny sip and raised her eyebrows. "Nice," she said, glancing her eyes up toward his chin, but still not making eye contact with him. She took a much larger drink and placed the wine glass carefully back on the table. He watched her face intently as she swallowed and stared at her eyes as her gaze slowly moved up his face to meet his again. Her eyelids sparkled and her eyelashes looked so long. As her eyes finally met his, he smiled broadly, delighting in seeing that look in her eyes again. "So..." he started. She took a deep breath. "Matt, we need to talk," she said sternly, averting her gaze from his, again. Uh oh, he didn't like the sound of that. "Rika?" he said, his eyebrows furrowing, a look of concern crossing his face. "Matt, we're... we're co-workers," she said haltingly, and took another large gulp of her wine. She looked at him again, with a sense of finality, as if that word "co-workers" erased everything they felt. Matt started laughing. Rika looked confused and annoyed. "Oh is that all?" he chuckled. "Do you know how many people in our building are hooking up?" She shook her head and looked down at her wine glass again. She took another drink and tentatively looked up wide eyed, to meet his gaze. "I know at least four couples who met at work, just within my small circle of acquaintance." He looked at her with concern and understanding. She was nervous, fearful. She was looking for reasons why this couldn't be. "There are married couples working in our building. Hell, there's a gay married couple co-leading the Pride group. Nobody seems to care." He added a laugh to his tone and smiled at her. She smiled awkwardly and looked away again. He quieted his voice and injected as much sincerity into his tone as he could, "Hell, Rika, I'd get another job in a second if that's what it takes to be with you." Startled, she looked up at him again. "Really?" she said it so quietly, it was almost a whisper. "Of course," he started to say when she looked away again. He was getting really impatient with her deliberately not looking at him. Whenever their eyes met, there was no question; they were meant to be together. When she looked away, she seemed to try to find reasons why they couldn't. Quick as a flash, he darted out of his side of the booth and slid into the bench next to her. She turned toward him, startled, as he placed his hand gently on her chin to tilt her face up to look at his. "Rika, look at me," he implored. Touching the incredibly soft, smooth skin on her face sent a jolt of electricity through him. As her gaze came to meet his, that affection and passion sizzled between them again, yet she still had a tinge of nervousness in her expression. "I know you feel it too, Rika," he whispered, as his fingers slid slowly, gently along her jaw. She shivered and drew in a small gasp. "I can see it in your eyes... when you actually look at me," he added with a wry smile. She gazed longingly into the grey pools of eyes. He waited, his pulse pounding through his veins, just staring into the dark depths of hers. Emotions played across her face. It was almost as though he could see thoughts swirling behind her eyes; almost as though he could see that instant when she made up her mind. The nervousness in her expression melted away, to be replaced with acquiescence, then determination. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated as she leaned closer to him, tilting her face up toward his. He held his breath as he waited for her to move closer. It took every ounce of his self control not to just grab her and kiss her. Her beautiful luscious lips were so close. But he didn't want to scare her. He knew she wanted this too, and he wanted her to initiate their first kiss, so they would both always know she had chosen it. "Yes," she whispered, tilting her face up toward his, as she closed those final centimeters until her lips touched his. It was so light at first, like a feather's touch. He didn't push forward. He willed himself to wait for her to move, to do more. His patience was rewarded. She slanted her mouth against his, and pressed her body closer to him. He felt her tongue against his lips and opened his mouth, inviting her in. She tasted so delicious, of wine and sweetness. Her intoxicating scent washed over him, as it often did when she was near, but this time it completely filled his senses. He was finally tasting her, touching her, breathing her in. Elation, excitement, longing, hunger swirled within him. As their tongues touched, she moaned into his mouth. My god! It was perhaps the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. That sound did things to him. It rushed through him and made his body react immediately, his excitement mounting even further. He decided right then that he intended to, no he needed to, hear that sound over and over again. She deepened the kiss, her tongue swirling lightly around his. He could hold back no longer. He cupped her cheek with one hand and slid the other up her back to tangle in her hair at the nape of her neck, clutching her to him. She glided her hand up over his shoulder to his neck, while her other hand fisted his shirt, pulling him even closer. Her body became sinuous. She pressed closer and writhed against him. The way she moved was so sexy, she was like liquid sexuality pouring into him. She pressed her breasts against his chest, and it was his turn to moan. He became acutely aware the erection he'd been trying to suppress all day had suddenly sprung to life in full force. Their mouths played each other like exquisite instruments, opening and closing, exploring, tongues dancing, pulling back and diving in. They established a perfect rhythm, immediately sensing what each other needed. Finally after several long minutes, they both seemed to pull away at the same time, panting, smiling into each other's eyes. "Oh God! I've wanted to do that for so long," Rika breathed between gasps. "Me too," Matt said, as he too fought to calm his breathing. Rika smiled and leaned forward, tilting her head up for another kiss. Matt smiled mischievously and grasped her around the waist, lifting her tiny body easily onto his lap to get closer. She squeaked in surprise at the movement, but settled into the new position immediately. Again, he marveled at how she melted into him, how her body writhed against his with such sultry, sinuous movements. His hands began to travel over her torso, one hand slid up her back and then back down over the swell of her perfect ass cheek, while the other hand glided up her front to slide over her breast. She gasped as his palm slid over her taut nipple. She was making the most incredible little moaning sounds of pleasure into his mouth. It was driving him crazy. He could hardly wait to get her alone to discover what other delightful sounds he could elicit from her. Within moments, as he knew would happen from all her writhing around on his lap, she discovered his arousal. She tensed. Oh no, Matt thought, panicked, have I ruined it? She pulled back from the kiss, and gazed into his eyes with an incredibly wanton smile, as she deliberately writhed against his hardness. He gasped. The look in her eyes took his breath away. Her eyes were darker than he'd ever seen them. The look in them was lustful, confident, possessive, almost predatory. Who knew Rika could look like that? Matt eyes went wide, surprised and delighted at the look on her face. He gave her is own sultry smile right back. "I live two blocks from here," she whispered, panting, as she arched her eyebrow, "let's go." The grin that spread across Matt's face was priceless, as his heart rate seemed to speed up even more, and heat spread throughout his body. He kissed her hungrily once more before placing her back on the bench so he could stand. Her gaze immediately went to the large bulge in his pants and she looked up at his face smiling. He shrugged and smiled, unashamed. "I can't help what you do to me, Rika," he said simply in explanation. She smiled that wanton smile once more, which only served to exacerbate the situation. He fished thirty dollars out of his pocket and threw it on the table. It was far more than the bill, but he didn't care. He held out his hand to her, and she put her tiny hand in his, looking up into his eyes with such longing, such promise, as she scrambled out of the booth. As they strode, hand in hand, quickly through the bar, and out into the bright sunshine, Matt was painfully aware that he had no hope of concealing his raging hard on. Thinking of the only thing he could, he turned to her and asked breathlessly, "should we get a taxi?" Rika chuckled at his breathless and impatient tone, and said, "look at the traffic. It will be way faster if we walk." Speed was not his concern; walking through crowds of people just getting out of work for the long weekend, sporting an unmistakable bulge in his pants, was. So walk they did. She led the way away from the bar, and they walked quickly hand in hand, down the busy street, barely able to peel their eyes away from each other. He found within moments that he didn't really care who noticed. He was looking at her lips, her eyes, the way her hair flowed, the way her breasts moved as she walked, imagining all the things he wanted to do to her. There was no way it was going down now. They walked close to each other in silence for a few moments, moving quickly, dodging the crowds, gazing at each other, sporting silly grins full of passion and promise. "How long?" Matt asked. "Just a couple of minutes," Rika said smiling, expectantly. "It's just around the next corner." "No. I mean, you said you'd wanted to kiss me for so long. How long?" "Oh," Rika exclaimed, understanding. She looked away from him, clearly embarrassed, and then looked back up at him, as she steered them off the busy main street and onto a smaller street. "Um... since the first day you walked into the Green Team meeting last October." "Really?" Matt smiled, remembering the recognition that had leapt into her eyes at the mention of his name. He'd thought it was based on their earlier email conversation. But he had to admit, he'd wondered at the time if he'd seen something in her eyes then. There had been so many times in the past months that he'd thought he'd seen something there, but he'd always chalked it up to wishful thinking. "Yeah," she said wistfully, "Well I just looked into your eyes and... " "And what?" Matt prodded, smiling. "And well... your eyes. They're this amazing grey, like a stormy sea. And I... I felt this rush, this attraction. It was hard for me to ever look at you after that, because I was afraid I'd reveal too much." "So that's why you never make eye contact with me! I thought it was... maybe... a cultural thing?" he finished awkwardly. "No, it was purely a lust thing," she smiled at him, that confident wanton sultry look he'd only just seen for the first time a few minutes ago, returning to her face. Damn! He loved that look. "Wow," Matt said wistfully. "Well, I really wish you had revealed it sooner." Rika giggled. "Why? How long have you wanted to?" she asked. Matt looked embarrassed. He actually blushed. Rika noticed. "You're blushing!" she declared excitedly. "How long?" "It's not fair. I can't tell when you're blushing," he complained playfully. Rika laughed heartily. "You're evading the question. How long?" "Since September," he said, smiling sheepishly. "September?" she looked quizzically up at him, "I didn't even know you in September." "I knew you," Matt said softly. "I hope this doesn't sound creepy. But... well.... I first saw you on my third day. You were with Jay, and you didn't really notice me. But, you're so stunning, so beautiful, you took my breath away." Rika looked at him with surprise and incredulity. "Me?" "Do you honestly have no idea how incredibly gorgeous you are?" "I'm okay, I guess," she said self consciously. Matt stopped dead in his tracks and turned her to face him. He caressed her cheek as she tilted her face up to look at him. He dropped his guard and let all he felt for her shine through his expression. "Rika, you are so much more than okay. You are incredible. You're so intelligent. You're so passionate. You've taught me so much. You've literally changed the way I think about life. And you are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Matt could see tears forming in Rika's eyes as he spoke. He thought he might be going too far but he wanted her to know how he felt. He wanted her to know this wasn't just about sex. When he finished speaking, Rika's response was swift and intense. She launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling his face down to meet hers, capturing his mouth in an intense deep kiss. She pressed her body against his, almost urgently as she nearly devoured him. He felt her grind against his erection and he moaned into her mouth. After a few moments, Rika pulled away panting. "Matt," she said, touching his face tenderly. "No one has ever said anything like that to me before." "Then every person you've ever known has either been stupid or blind," he replied vehemently. She kissed him again, and he felt her mouth curve into smile. Then she suppressed a little giggle. He pulled back and raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked. "For some reason the line 'Flattery will get you everywhere' just popped into my head," she giggled. "I sure hope so," he said seductively, planting another kiss on her lips. "Count on it," she said, that wanton hungry look back on her face. "Here's my building." She gestured at the nearest high-rise, grabbed his hand, and led him quickly up to the front door, fishing her keys out of her purse with her free hand. The luxurious lobby of her condo building was busy. There were lots of people coming and going, and several waiting for the elevator. When the elevator arrived, they piled in with six other people. She pressed the button for the 19th floor. Another person pressed 21, and he silently cursed, knowing he'd have to wait until they reached her apartment to be alone. They held hands for the entire ride, staring at each other, passion sizzling in the space between them. Finally after an eternity, they arrived at her floor, and rushed to her door. Her hand shook and she giggled nervously as she tried unsuccessfully to put the key in the lock. He pressed his body up behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso, causing her to gasp and lean back against him. She got the key in on her second attempt. Once inside the door, she dropped her purse where they stood. He leaned down as she tilted her face up to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into a passionate kiss. She moaned again, that beautiful sound, and he replied with his own moan. Again her body responded in that incredibly sexy way, becoming sinuous, undulating against him. As she pressed her body against his, she groaned—a deep rumbling sound low in her throat. God she was so sexy it was driving him beyond the limits of his control. His lust took over. His control nearly gone, he released months of pent up desire. He pressed her up against the wall roughly, and ground against her. She gasped and moaned again, responding with the same intensity. Her hands traveled over his back, his shoulders, his ass, seemingly trying to pull him closer to her. Devouring her mouth, capturing her moans of pleasure, he slid his hand up between them and cupped her breast. He squeezed her hard nipple, eliciting another gasp from her. She attempted to pull away from the kiss to catch her breath but it was difficult as she was pinned to the wall. He realized she was trying to move, and gently released her mouth, looking into her eyes searchingly. They were both panting with excitement. "I'm so sorry, Matt," her words came out in a rush, "I just really have to go to the bathroom. Real quick. It was a crazy afternoon and I couldn't get away from my desk and I didn't want to leave you waiting at Blake's. I'll be so fast you won't even know I'm gone." She looked at him apologetically, but with a promise that this would continue. He tried to inject a look of understanding into his eyes, and he watched as she literally sprinted down the hallway. "Help yourself to anything," she called over her shoulder. Frustrated, he felt the loss of her immediately, but it gave him a moment to calm his breathing and regain some self control. He chastised himself for losing control and being so rough with her. He realized he needed to control himself and go more slowly. He worked on slowing his breathing and his heart rate. He looked around her apartment—really for the first time. He hadn't even had time to notice the décor, he'd been so consumed with Rika. It was a beautiful space. Not exactly what he would have expected from a woman her age living alone. It was decidedly un-feminine. It was very warm and tasteful, minimalist, with creams and browns and accents of red. Beside where he stood in the front entry-way was a small open-concept kitchen surrounded by a black granite counter and breakfast bar with funky mis-matched barstools. His gaze was drawn to the living room. All the walls in the space were a deep taupe, and covered with art from around the world. There were several rustic antique looking wood pieces and what looked like a custom wall unit along one wall with a rather large flat screen in the middle of it. A large brown L-shaped sectional couch sat on a fluffy cream-coloured area rug forming a seating space in front of the tv, with two large ottomans in the middle. His eye was drawn to the wall unit, to examine a plethora of neatly arranged books, framed photos and knick knacks from all over the world. He admired pictures of her with her family at various ages, in various exotic locales. My God, she has been stunning all her life, Matt thought. There was a family picture of Rika, maybe thirteen or fourteen years old, with her brother, sister and parents in some tropical location surrounded by red bougainvillea. There was a picture of Rika, probably late teens, riding an elephant with the most exuberant grin. As his eyes scanned the photos and books, his gaze was drawn to the floor to ceiling wall of windows in the dining area. It was then that he noticed the view. He walked slowly toward it. She had an incredible unobstructed view of the downtown, the CN tower, the lake. Going Green "Beautiful, isn't it?" Her voice startled him. He turned around quickly and smiled brightly, drinking in her beauty as she leaned against the corner of the living room, the dim hall to the bathroom extending away behind her. "Yes, stunning," he said as he allowed his gaze to travel over her. How is it possible she can look even more sexy than she did merely four minutes ago? She smiled. "I meant the view." "So did I," he replied, raising his eyebrows with a lustful glint in his eyes. She giggled and extended her hand toward him. "Come on, I'll show you the rest of the place," she said. She looked a little nervous again, not as confident as she had been a few minutes earlier. He closed the distance quickly and placed his hand in hers. She turned and led him a few short steps down the hallway and showed him the spare room which doubled as an office. "Den," she said simply. An antique looking wooden desk beside the window afforded another great view of the city. The desk was covered in equipment and strewn with papers. The room also contained another full bookshelf, with books piled on top, and a double bed with lots of pillows. Art from different parts of the world adorned the walls here too. She pulled him away from the room and he followed obediently, smiling expectantly. "Closet" she said absently, gesturing toward a door, then "bathroom," she said as she pointed toward the open door. She was clearly guiding him in one direction, as she kept looking back at him with that wanton look he now found he couldn't get enough of. His smile widened as she led him into her bedroom. He noticed fleetingly that it was decorated with the same colour scheme as the rest of the condo, but he couldn't hold back any longer. Instead of taking the time to look around the room, he turned to her, and pulled her hand, drawing her quickly toward him. As her body pressed against his, she tilted her head up towards his. Slowly, he reminded himself, go slow. "Matt," she sighed breathily, just as his lips captured hers. Again her body responded with that sinuous way she writhed against him. He was hard as a rock in seconds. His pulse raced and he could hear his own heart beat thrumming in his ears. Going slow and maintaining control was going to be difficult. They kissed hungrily as they both started pulling at each other's clothes. He started undoing the buttons on her green blouse one by one. Impatient, she lifted the bottom of her blouse and pulled it off over her head, tossing it aside. Matt's eyes widened and he groaned, drinking in her breasts encased in a dark green lace bra, which looked so good against her brown skin. His hands came forward to caress the perfect round orbs, and she moaned as his thumb grazed over her taut nipples, poking out prominently through the lace. He smiled at her responsiveness and did it again, eliciting that same delightfully sexy moan. Meanwhile Rika was pulling at his shirt. He reluctantly let go of her breasts to allow her to pull his shirt up, and as he was so much taller than her, took over pulling it over his head. He tossed it aside, too. Delighted, he watched her eyes widen appreciatively as his abs and chest were revealed. Now he knew why he had worked out obsessively over the past winter. "Mmmmmm," she rumbled low in her throat as she moved forward to caress his shoulders, chest and stomach with both hands. "So sexy," she said, her voice an octave lower than he'd ever heard it. It felt incredible to feel her tiny hands on him. Her hands slid sensuously down his stomach to the waistband of his pants, as his hands slid around behind her to release her bra. "Ohhh," he breathed, as her bra fell away. He paused to admire her perfect round, pert breasts. His hands came up to caress them, cupping them, again running his thumbs over her rock hard deep brown nipples. She groaned deeply, and her body writhed again, her back arching, presenting her chest to him. With her breasts heaving from her heavy breathing, she started tugging at his pants again. He watched her brows furrow in frustration as she anxiously pulled at the button. He chuckled as he realized this would go faster if he did it himself. He quickly released the button, pulled down the zipper, grasped the waistband, and allowed them to drop to the floor along with his boxers. Meanwhile, he watched intently as she reached behind her and unclasped her skirt at the back, allowing it to drop as well. Rika gasped as his cock sprung free, staring at it wide eyed, with an incredibly sultry hungry look in her eyes. Matt's eyes widened too, seeing her standing there in nothing but a dark green lace thong and that look in her eyes. Time seemed to stand still for an extended second as they both drank in each other's bodies for the first time. Then, the unmistakable aroma of her arousal assaulted his senses, kicking him back into action. He stepped forward, pressing his body against hers, forcing her to take a step backward to avoid falling. His hands reached around to her back, pulling her closer as they began moving over her back and ass. He felt her hard nipples press into his chest as her soft breasts crushed against him. His hands traveled constantly over her soft skin as she writhed against him again, with his hard on pressed in between them. He captured her lips in another passionate kiss and she opened her mouth, swirling her tongue around his, through panting breaths. He began moving them both toward the bed. Matt gripped Rika by the waist and lifted her suddenly, enjoying the look of surprise on her face. He placed her gently on her back on the middle of the bed, and crawled up over her with a predatory look in his eyes. He knew he had to work hard to keep his control. Just seeing her lying on her back, her beautiful silky black hair splayed out around her head, her eyes dark with desire, her breasts heaving with excitement, her flawless soft brown skin begging to be touched and kissed, it was the most sexy sight he'd ever seen. He kissed her reverently, slowly, passionately, keeping himself propped over her with his strong arms. Her eyes widened in disappointment as he left her mouth. She gasped and breathed a little "Oh," as he started kissing down across her jaw and neck. "God, Rika, you are so sexy," he whispered through his own panting breaths as he kissed her neck and she gasped. "Stunning," he whispered as he traced her collarbone with his tongue. "Matt," she moaned, and he smiled, reveling in having this effect on her. "Breathtaking," he mouthed as he kissed over the swell of her left breast and brought his hand up to cup her right breast, making her gasp, taking her breath away. "Beautiful," he breathed and then licked around her nipple, making her moan and arch her back. His tongue swirled around and around her left nipple, while his thumb swirled around and around her right. She was breathing heavily, and making the most incredible moaning sounds. "Oh, god, Matt," she panted through heaving breaths. "Delicious," he breathed just before he drew her left nipple into his mouth as he simultaneously pinched the right between his thumb and forefinger. "Ohhhh," she cried out loudly and arched off the bed. Matt smiled proudly. He sucked at her nipple, continuing to pinch the other, making her writhe and pant. He was enjoying the control he had over her, giving her such pleasure, her sounds and movements driving him crazy with desire. He released her left nipple and moved his mouth over to the right, moving his arms to support himself so that he could caress the now wet left nipple with his fingers. Rika continued to writhe and wriggle under his ministrations. Her sexy moans increasing in intensity, till he felt her shudder. He smiled to himself, loving how responsive she was. He released her right nipple and dragged his tongue along the underside of her breast, making her gasp. He moved his body smoothly downward as he kissed and licked over the beautifully soft skin of her stomach to the top of her green thong. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply, then breathed out onto the damp material, making her gasp again. He kneeled up, and gazed at her appreciatively for a second. Still panting, she propped herself up on her elbows and watched him with dark heavy-lidded eyes and a sultry smile, as he gently traced the thong, and began to pull it down, smiling as her neatly trimmed black hair was revealed and the scent of her arousal engulfed him again. She lifted her hips to assist and he pulled the thong down over her thighs, knees, calves, and off her feet discarding it onto the floor. Matt positioned himself between her legs, and gazed in wonder at the site of Rika splayed out naked before him. He could see the moisture pooling between her swollen lips. He inhaled deeply. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming now. In his head a war was raging between the urge to plunge his nearly painfully hard cock into her ready pussy and the desire to taste her. Decision made, he bent his head forward, while spreading her legs wider and licked along her dripping slit. He groaned at the incredible taste of her, and she cried out loudly, arching her back again. He dove in, devouring her, flattening his tongue and licking her like an ice-cream cone from her dripping hole up over her clit. She seemed to enjoy this as she moaned and shuddered beneath him with each lick. He pointed his tongue and stuck it inside, pistoning in and out, then licked all over again from her hole to her clit. The smell and taste was driving him insane, her moans and sighs and sinuous writhing movements heightening his excitement. He stuck a finger into her hot dripping hole, while he licked up over her clit. "Oh, Matt," she cried out loudly, arching into him, the movement causing her to thrust her pelvis into his face. He smiled and lifted his face momentarily. "You like that?" "Oh, god, yesssss," she moaned as he stuck another finger into her and began pistoning them into her relentlessly as he alternately sucked her clit and flicked it back and forth firmly with his tongue. Rika was going crazy, moaning loudly, squirming and shuddering. Her pelvis thrust upwards, her hands grasped the bedcovers in tight fists as she was panting for breath. It was incredible to be able to see and hear her reactions. Matt's own pulse sped up as he felt her climax coming, when the muscles of her thighs and pelvis suddenly stiffened. "Oh god," Rika screamed and her body heaved as she shattered, cum streaming out of her onto his hand. He continued his movements within her and across her clit as she continued to shudder and spasm. As her shuddering abated, he slowed and stopped his movements, and looked up to find Rika collapsed on the bed, spread eagle, panting, a light sheen glowing on her body and face. She looked more gorgeous than he'd ever seen her. He watched her as she opened her eyes and smiled at him through heavy-lidded eyes. He watched her gaze travel from his face to his rock hard cock standing at attention, and her eyes widened. She smiled the most wanton sultry smile he'd ever seen on her face, and whispered, "Fuck me, Matt." Fuck me? Astounded, a tingly rush went through him at the sound and sight. He'd never heard her swear before, ever. Not even 'shit' or 'damn'. The word coming out of her beautiful little mouth was so surprising, so hot. Of course, he took no time in obliging her. He knelt between her legs and grabbed her thighs, positioning the head of his cock at her swollen slippery opening, and pressed forward, stretching her around him. She gasped at the intrusion, and he looked up to see that she was okay. The look of pure pleasure on her face urged him to continue. It looked so incredible, his pale skin sinking into her brown folds. The feeling was unbelievable. She was so tight. He watched as he stretched her. He sank into her inch by inch to make sure it was okay for her, as he was slightly concerned he would hurt her. Her body looked so tiny beneath him. But he was delighted when he bottomed out with no protest from her. The feeling was unbelievable. They both groaned as he paused there, buried deep within her. He could feel her tight, hot wetness sheathing every inch of him. He leaned over her and looked into her eyes, seeing so much emotion there. Delight and pleasure and something more—something he didn't want to name. He smiled into her eyes, mirroring the emotions he saw there. Surprising him, she wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his ass and pulled him in even deeper. Staring into her eyes, he held himself there. "Oh, you feel so amazing," he breathed. Astonishing him again, she pulled his face down and kissed him deeply, her tongue plunging into his mouth. His Rika was full of delightful surprises. He moaned and responded, kissing her passionately as he pulled slowly out of her and thrust slowly back in. The muscles of her tight pussy rippled around him, gripping him tightly, like nothing he'd ever felt before. He was glad he'd already gotten her off, because he knew he was not going to last long. Still kissing passionately, he pulled out and slid back into her again, her muscles gripping him on the way out, and squeezing on the way back in. The feeling was overwhelming. He began to speed up, pulling back, plunging back in. Soon they were both panting into each other's mouths, kissing became impossible. He held himself up over her with strong arms, and stared into her eyes as he started moving his hips back and forward faster, pressing deeper, harder. He could feel himself bottoming out inside and was momentarily concerned he might be hurting her, but the look on her face was pure pleasure, a slight smile, glowing eyes. Her muscles gripped him tightly. He felt hot all over. His pulse sped up even more and his eyes widened as Rika started moaning deeply on every down stroke. "Oh, god, yes," she panted, as he thrust harder and faster. Spurred on by her encouragement, he continued pounding into her, all his self control gone, pistoning like a wild animal fast and hard. Rika's moans became a continuous cry of pleasure. Matt's pulse raced, he felt heat gather low in his belly and a familiar feeling contracting in his balls. His muscles were burning from the exertion and he was panting for breath. "Oh my god, Matt, I'm coming again," she cried. And then she let out a long lusty moan, as she clenched at his shoulders and her muscles contracted around him, gripping tighter than ever. That sent Matt over the edge. Feeling her muscles clenching around him, seeing her body heave, and watching her as she made the most incredibly hot and sexy sounds he'd ever heard in his life, he just couldn't hold back any longer. "Rika," he groaned just before he exploded within her. As her muscles spasmed and squeezed him, he groaned loudly over and over as each spurt pulsed into her. He just seemed to keep coming and coming. Finally he was spent, but he stayed inside her as she continued trembling. Careful not to collapse on top of her tiny body, he held himself over her as they both breathed heavily, coming down from their mutual bliss. Both were coated in a sheen of sweat. He leaned his face toward her and kissed her. A long, slow, languorous kiss ensued until he slid out of her and rolled onto his back on the bed beside her, still breathing heavily, still touching her in as many places as possible. His hand on her stomach, his leg leaning against hers. They both laid in silence for a moment, as their panting slowed to deep breathing. He looked toward the window and saw a deep red glow outside, realizing the sun was almost set. She turned and draped her arm and leg across him, looking into his eyes. "Oh, Matt, that was amazing," she breathed. He raised his hand and caressed her cheek, looking into her face with awe and love. "You're incredible, Rika," he whispered and kissed her again, turning and pulling her back into his embrace. They lay there, tangled together, staring at each other for some time, kissing and caressing. The room became dark as the sun set outside the window. Rika crawled over and flicked on a lamp on the bedside table, then crawled back to him. He enfolded her in his embrace and pulled her close, never wanting to let her go. "Matt," she whispered. "Mmm?" "Why didn't we do this sooner," she asked wistfully. He laughed out loud, the rumbling causing their chests and arms to shake. "So that we would have a great story to tell, about how we finally got together on Earth Day," he said smiling. She giggled and kissed him again. Going Green Thanks to my editor, SexyGeek, for advice and suggestions. Berulia Berulia wandered onto the balcony, and looked at the town below. At eighteen, she was flowering into womanhood. Her long brunette hair, braided into a long plait, matched her eyes, dark, and brown. She was dressed in black leggings, and a pink top; not the usual attire of a lady, but comfortable for the journey ahead. They showed off her slim figure and long legs if anyone happened to be looking that way. Not that anyone would be. Dusk was approaching, and the many businesses in the town below were starting to close up. Even from here she could hear the call of the fishmongers shouting out their last offers to sell old stock before closing. It seemed delightfully quaint, until the wind changed direction, and the stink of twenty thousand people, to say nothing of the fish, suddenly assailed her. The palace was on a small rise to the west of the town, and the prevailing wind usually carried the smell the other way, but occasionally, like today, the wind would blow towards them. To Berulia's annoyance, it always seemed to do it when the weather was hottest, and she most wanted to have the balcony doors open and when the town's foetor was particular high. Petulantly, Berulia slammed the doors shut. "Mumu! Mumu!" Her greenie quickly appeared at a trot. "Fan me, Mumu, I'm feeling hot." Mumu was a female, like all the house greenies. She was a little taller than Berulia, big-busted and completely hairless. Her skin, of course, was green, sea green, and she required no clothes. She looked at the desk, but none of the fans were there. She glanced nervously at Berulia, who was in no mood for any silliness from a greenie. "Quickly, Mumu. Do you know what happened to my last greenie?" Mumu was Berulia's third greenie. Lanu had been the first, and had been fine. Her lease had expired a year or so ago, and she had been replaced by Firo. Firo had not worked out. She had been slow, clumsy and always getting under foot. Berulia had had her whipped several times, before eventually sending her back for correction. She had had Mumu for ten months now, and mostly it was working out, but occasionally the greenie needed a little prodding. Mumu looked through drawers with increasing desperation, before finally finding the blue fan with sea shells painted on it, slipped down the back of the dresser. She quickly opened it up, knelt before Berulia, and started to waft it at the speed Berulia preferred. After a few minutes, Berulia decided it was too hot even for that. "Go turn on the air con., then fan me some more." In truth, the breeze from the air conditioning was far more cooling than Mumu's efforts, but the greenie needed something to occupy her time. A chime sounded. "Yes, daddy?" Berulia knew it would be him on the intercom. "The shuttle will be here in ten minutes, dear. Make sure you have everything ready." Berulia turned to Mumu. "Is everything ready?" Mumu shook her head. "Well go and sort it then. Honestly..." Mumu gave Berulia a rather insolent glance, but just for the briefest of moments, as she stood up, and carefully put the fan away. Then she quickly left the room, returning to packing for the journey. Berulia decided she would have to deal with Mumu later. Insolence in a greenie reflected badly on its master. That would have to wait until they returned. Berulia would have to hope that Mumu would not embarrass her in the royal court. She felt quite excited just thinking of the phrase. "Royal Court". Of course, Prince Hedelikir was only minor royalty on an obscure planet, but he was royalty, and it had been Berulia's dream since childhood to marry into royalty. That was not guaranteed, of course. There would be many people at the banquet, and probably many girls just as keen to marry a prince. Though he was very much lesser royalty, he was very handsome, just as a prince should be. According to the database, he was twenty four and single, which was ideal. She could hardly wait to meet him. From outside, she could hear the roar of the shuttle making its final descent. The palace had its own landing area; at one time they had owned their own shuttle, but it got used so rarely, her mother had made her father get rid of it. "Are you ready yet, Mumu?" Mumu appeared briefly to give a vigorous nod. "Well, get it all to the shuttle then." Mumu disappeared again, and Berulia walked to the door, and onto the landing that stretched around three sides of the main hall, heading down the grand staircase. Her father, Ariltus, was waiting at the door. "Oh, you're here already. Well done. Just waiting for your mother." Helicia was not long, gliding down the stairs in a long red dress. "Are you travelling like that?" asked Berulia. "Are you travelling like that, my dear?" "It's comfortable. I'll change on the shuttle, when we get close." The prince was in a starship, the Herald of Light, somewhere in this star system, so she had to look perfect when she stepped out of the shuttle, but not when she got on it. They left the house, climbing onto a buggy driven by a male greenie. Most of the external staff were male greenies. As she started her journey to meet her possible husband-to-be, Berulia mused that though she saw the greenies every day, she had never seen a naked man. She kind of knew that they had willies like the male greenies. Did men's willies look all shrivelled up most of the time, and sometimes long and smooth and rigid for no reason at all? She was quite looking forward to finding out - but she had to remind herself not to get her hopes too high. The shuttle was a disappointment, just a standard M-512, and not in particularly good condition, under contract to the prince's household. Mumu was there with a suspensor sled piled high with luggage. Her parents were also bringing four other female greenies, as well as two of the palace guards (they were not greenies, as guards had to wear impressive uniforms). The pilot welcomed them on board, and Ariltus and his family took seats in the forward compartment. After about ten minutes, the luggage, greenies and two guards were aboard and settled. They were ready for take-off. "We're just waiting for clearance from the central control tower, ladies and gentlemen. Once we take off, the internal gravity should protect us from the G-forces, but we do advise passengers to remain seated for the first twenty minutes of the journey. We should be arriving in about seventeen hours." The journey was boring. The ship had no windows, no entertainment systems. Berulia managed to sleep for about half of it, but woke up feeling stiff, so called Mumu for a massage, then decided she might as well get changed. She and her mother had spent some considerable time choosing a dress. This season, plunging cleavages were the fashion, but Berulia really did not have the bust to do it well. Her bosom was adequate, but she had to stand out. In the end, they had chosen a long white dress, slit up both sides, almost to her waist, showing off her legs, which she had in abundance. It was not the fashion, but her mother had assured her that men often like girls that were prepared to be different. When Mumu had finished dressing her, she looked at herself in a full length mirror. She really was not used to showing that much bare leg, and she felt a little self-conscious, but just a bit sexy too. Now it was time for some subtle make-up. The shuttle docked, and Berulia started to feel nervous. Would he be there to greet them? She could hardly wait - but she had to appear cool and detached. She heard shouts from the rear cabin. Something was wrong! Ariltus went to look, followed by his wife and daughter. They found the rear cabin full of ruffians waving blasters around. The two guards, who were armed only with ceremonial swords, stood in angry impotence, their arms raised. The five greenies were huddled in a corner. Berulia saw Mumu, who smiled a rather nasty smile at her. "What the deuce is the meaning of this?" demanded Ariltus. "When Prince Hedelikir hears of this, he'll have you whipped like greenies." One of the men, who was standing behind the rest, and apparently unarmed, laughed. "No, he won't. You see, Prince Hedelikir is not here. He is in the Reskar system. You look confused, your lordship. Let me explain. My name is Stragian, and I've tricked you. The whole meeting with the prince was a simple ruse to get you up here." "What are you talking about, man? What possible reason..." "You brother, Ledrakin, stands to make a fortune from your demise. And when that happens, I make a rather smaller fortune." "But I'm not dead!" "You will be. In good time." Another evil chuckle. "I'm what you might call a sadistic bastard. Just for my own fun I'm going to turn your wife and daughter into greenies. Obedient and pliable. A degrading and painful process. Or so I hope. And to add to my enjoyment, I'm going to let you watch." "No!" shrieked Berulia. In a moment her dreams of marrying a prince have become a nightmare of being a greenie. "Please, no!" Helicia put her arm round her to try to comfort her, but Berulia could not help but notice that Mumu was grinning broadly. Berulia decided that when she got out of this, she would make Mumu suffer. Then she realised soon it could be someone else wanting her to suffer. Stragian, with two of his men, took Berulia and her parents off the shuttle into his own ship. After walking for a few minutes, he stopped outside a door. "This will be your home for the next few months," he said to Ariltus. "Each wall is a view screen on which you will be able to see your wife and daughter every moment of the day. Now strip, and go inside." "I most certainly will not!" One of the men pulled out a painstick, and hit Helicia in the ribs with it, making her gasp in agony. After a few moments he did it again. "Stop that. I will do as you say." Slowly Ariltus took off his clothes, looking embarrassed and pathetic once he was naked. The door was opened, and he was shoved inside. Berulia's first sight of a naked man, and about the last one she wanted. The two women were then taken to another part of the ship, a large chamber with various devices, many involving chains and manacles, attached to the walls. "Here, you will become greenies. Who shall we do first?" "Me," volunteered Helicia, to protect her daughter. "Very good." Stragian took a knife from his calf sheath, and used it to strip Helicia's clothes from her. Her long dress was soon ripped to shreds. "Please, no," she gasped as his knife bit though the straps of her halter, and he pulled it off her. Desperately she tried to cover her bare chest, even as he grabbed her briefs, and soon they too were rags at Helicia's feet, and she was stood with one hand on her crotch, one on her chest having to suffer the leering men. In her youth, Helicia had had a striking figure, but now she was more than a little fat, and saggy. "Hmm, you have let yourself go," noted Stragian. "We can fix that. Just lie in this box." The box in question looked disturbingly like a coffin. Helicia reluctantly lay in it, and the lid was closed on her. "Tech from the ancients," Stragian said, by way of explanation. "Instant greenie." He pressed a button. The coffin was an ancient teleportation device, salvaged from a long lost technology. It reduced Helicia's body to data, ready to send to some other destination. But data can be edited, and a series of macros kicked in, modifying the virtual image. All body hair and follicles were removed, the skin was dyed green, she was sterilised, her skin was made youthful, and her fat removed, except for her bust, which was enhanced. This new data was then used to assemble a body at the receiver, a similar coffin across the room. Helicia climbed out feeling confused. Berulia ran to her; "Oh, mummy, what have they done to you?" Helica was now slim, busty and youthful, but she was green and hairless. She tried to talk, but no words came out. Greenies had no vocal cords. "Now the girl." "No," shrieked Berulia. "I'll do anything." "Of course you will." Stragian grabbed her arm, and started to slash at her dress, the dress she was supposed to meet a prince wearing. Soon it was in tatters on the floor. Berulia backed away from Stragian, but he caught her arm, and pulled her back. "I've been looking forward to this." He pulled the strap of her halter down, to expose her left breast, then lifted her arms above her head, and twisted her round to show her to the men. "Like the look of that, boys?" "Get her naked," one shouted. "No problem." Stragian slipped his knife through the halter strap, then the same on the other side. "Don't worry, girl, you'll not be needing that. You'll not need anything to wear every again." He laughed at his own joke, then put his hand down her briefs. "Oh, God," she whimpered, as he touched her pussy. Then he gave a big yank, and ripped her briefs right off her. Quickly she tried to cover herself with her hands, but Stragian caught hold of them, and again lifted them above her head. Her cheeks burned in shame as the men stared lustily at her naked body. "Please, no..." she begged. "Bit flat-chested, but we can fix that. You two, put her in the coffin." Stragian released her arms, and she quickly covered her chest and crotch. The two men Stragian had indicated now grabbed her, one taking her right arm, and taking the opportunity to grab her ass too. The other took her left arm, and with his other hand cupped her left tit. Sobbing with shame and terror, Berulia was half dragged to the coffin-device. She shrieked as the man on her right started to probe her slit. "Get used to it," said Stragian. "When you're a greenie you'll get your pussy grabbed several times a day. These guys are going to be raping you pretty much all day in the next few months as part of your training. Except, it won't be rape, because you'll be a greenie." "We never did anything like that to our greenies!" "Wanna bet? We'll ask them later what daddy did to them. Now... get her in that transmitter." Berulia was feeling too shocked to put up much of a struggle. It was not like she stood a chance, and at least it meant for a moment they were not molesting her. The lid closed on her, and a moment later it opened. She looked down in shock. She was green! Bebu "Now, as a bonus to our client, we're going to give you an education. We'll do a few days of fucking, then, when I think you're ready to progress, you can do a day of jerking off and a couple of days of oral." Berulia had only the vaguest idea what any of that meant, but it sounded disgusting. "You'll start each day on the rack; a ten minute session to make sure you're awake, and so you know what's in store if you're not cooperative. So let's do that now, shall we. You," he pointed at Berulia, "lie on there, your neck on the rest." It was a stone block, polished, and dark grey, big enough to lie on. At one end [was] a metal semi-circle. Fearfully, Berulia climbed on, and lay back, using the semi-circle to rest her neck. Stragian took a second semi-circle, putting it over the first, to make a complete circle around her neck. Then he turned the device on. Berulia gasped, since she had no voice to scream with. Her shoulder blades, the backs of her arms and legs, her buttocks, wherever she was touching the block were suddenly burning agony. "Feels like you're on fire, doesn't it?" said Stragian. "You're not. It's a pain amplifier turned up to max, so even the lightest touch feels like your flesh is burning." He ran his finger down her bare torso, a finger of fiery pain. Desperately she lifted her arms and legs off the slab, but the pain in her torso got worse. She writhed this way and that, trying to alleviate the pain, as the man watched, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Now Stragian was circling her right nipple with his finger, and it felt as though her whole breast was on aflame. "Let's do both," said Stragian. She shook her head fearfully as he slowly reached to her left breast, gasping as he started to rub that one at the same time, and now the pain was doubled. "Where else shall I touch you? Somewhere especially sensitive." One hand left her right breast, making its way slowly down her torso. She knew exactly where it was going, could already imagine the pain and the shame. It passed her navel, and still crept lower. Now he was at her pubic mound, so close to her sex. She closed her legs tight... then gasped in pain, the touch of one leg on another was agony! Did she suffer that pain or open her legs and let him get to her most intimate place? For perhaps half a minute she suffered the pain of Stragian rubbing her mound, while she kept her legs together, but it was too much. She had to open her legs; she had to let him get to her sex. She voicelessly screamed as he played with her clitoris, writhing and contorting at his touch, and then he was pushing his fingers into her sex. At last Stragian turned off the device, and the ordeal was over. The collar was removed, and she could get off the fearful slab. She almost slumped to the ground as she stood, she felt so drained, but she stayed upright, if unsteady, shamed and humiliated. "From now on," said Stragian, "your name is Bebu. If anyone calls you any other name, and you respond, you will be hurt. Do you understand Berulia?" She did not want to be Bebu, but the thought of going back on the slab terrified her. She kept still as he looked expectantly at her. "Very good. Do you understand, Bebu?" Now she nodded. The men put her mother on the slab, and Berulia, no, Bebu, watched as she squirmed and squealed in agony. Afterwards Stragian named her Hala. "Chain them up boys, and we'll have some fun." Bebu and Hala were grabbed by two men apiece. Bebu was pushed down so she was bending over the slab, with Hala likewise from the other side. Her wrists were manacled to the floor, and then the men went to the other side of the slab. One of them ran his finger between her buttocks, then lower, to find her sex. "Open your legs wide, greenie," he said. The thought of having to endure more torture made her quick to obey, and now he had even better access to her pussy. The other man manacled her ankles. She looked to her left, to see Hala, lying the opposite way around. Bebu's head was next to her ass. One of the pirates now dropped his pants, and Bebu could see his cock. She remembered her father's willy, small and shriveled. This was not like that at all. It was red and angry, long and smooth, and pointed at her mother's crotch. As Bebu watched, the man grabbed Hala's hips, and pushed his cock into her. Bebu had a brief moment to wonder what that was like, before she found out. She felt hands on her ass, then something being pushed into her sex. She so desperately want to get away, or just to scream at the horror of it, but all she could do was lie there and let him use her. The men took it in turns to stick their horrid cocks into the restrained women. Hour after hour, until the girls were sore, and stunk of cum and sweat, their buttocks bruised from being smacked and pinched. At last the two women were released. A bucket of food scraps that looked like it had been scrapped from the men's plates was put on the floor, and they were left for the night. They fell into each other's arms, sobbing. The fact that they could not speak, could not console each other made it so much worse. Neither wanted to eat the disgusting food, and after a while exhaustion led to sleep. In the morning, they were wakened with a bucket of cold water, which the men found hilarious. Berulia, or Bebu now, lay on the stone table to endure her ten minutes of pain, then Hala took her turn. Going Green "Today," said Stragian, "more fucking, but without the chains. Turn around both of you, legs apart." Beru glanced at her mother. She wondered what horrors lay ahead as she turned her back on the man. "Now bend over and hold your ankles." Bebu did as she was told, her ass now proffered to Stragian. Upside down through her open legs, she watched as Stragian reached out with both hands, one to her own sex, one to her mother's. She could feel his hand between her buttocks, sliding down, as she knew it would, to touch her pussy. "There's something deliciously good about fingering a real actual lady and her daughter at the same time," he said as he slid three fingers into her. After a short time, he told one of the other men, "You do this one," referring to Hala, and now Bebu watched him drop his pants to reveal his hard cock. Immediately she felt him push it into her sex, thrusting brutally. Somehow not being manacled made it worse. It seemed as if now Bebu was complicit in their acts. Over the course of the day they made her adopt any number of positions for the men's fancy, on her back, on her knees, touching her toes, sitting, standing; positions she had never heard of in her sheltered life. The first day had really only been half a day. This was all day, with the men smacking her, and pinching her and pulling her around. At last, perhaps ten hours later, they were left alone with their bucket of scraps. They were so hungry they ate most of it. The next two days were much the same, but on the fifth day, after their ten minutes on the torture slab, Stragian said, "I think you've got the hang of being fucked, so today you're going to learn how to jerk a guy off." He dropped his pants, to reveal his erect cock. "Hala, kneel in front of me. Now take my cock in your hands. Tighter, but not too tight. Now squeeze as you move your hands down it ... Ah, yes, that's far enough. Relax, and back up. Keep going ... not so tight." A few drops appeared at the tip of his cock. "Hold it, slow down now. A good wank lasts as long as pos ... Ah, oh God." Suddenly his cock was spitting his muck onto the floor behind Hala. After a few moments he continued. "Too quick. When you do it too quickly, you get pain. Put her on for five minutes." While her mother whimpered and writhed, Bebu was directed to another of the men. She had to force herself to touch his disgusting willy, then gasped in surprise at how hot it felt. "Make it last at least five minutes," said Stragian. As she pushed and pulled on the horrid thing, Bebu wondered how they worked. Was there a bone inside it to make it so hard? Yet, sometimes they went so small. Did the bone retract? She realised the guy was starting to breathe heavily, so she slowed down. The trick seemed to be to start squeezing hard to get him going, then just ease back to keep him steady as long as possible. When at last he did cum, it was all over her arm, but it was well over five minutes. Now she and Hala had to work their way around all the other guys. Bebu had learned to spot when a guy was about to come, and knew to keep out the way. After an hour or so, Stragian announced that they had to last at least ten minutes. Bebu was fearful at first that that was not even possible, but it seemed that it took the men a while to recover. Doing a guy for the first time it was a struggle to get him to last five minutes, but the next time, ten minutes was easy. Some of the men started to disappear for lunch, and when Stragian came back he added a new twist. "Now, my greenies, when a guy comes you have to make sure he comes over your face!" Bebu gasped. It was just too disgusting to contemplate their muck over her face. Stragian grinned at her horror. "I think Bebu can do me first." Two of the men grumbled that he was queue-jumping, but not too loudly. Bebu reluctantly knelt before him, and took his cock in her now expert hands. She had even more incentive to prolong the act now. But at last she could tell it was about to happen. The first few drops had appeared, and his breathing was fast. She swallowed nervously, then pointed his cock directly at her face. Moments later it exploded, spitting his hot cum over her face. It was, without a doubt, the most disgusting thing ever. Stragian laughed at her expression. "Now do him," he grinned. The next day, after the usual ten minutes each of torture, they were ordered to kneel. "Today," said Stragian, "you're going to learn to do oral." Bebu looked blank; she had no voice. How could she possibly talk about something? Stragian grinned at her innocence. "Pretty much the same as yesterday, but with your mouths, not your hands. Bebu, you can do me, Hala, you're on him." Surely he could not want to put his filthy cock in her mouth? Bebu felt nauseous at the mere thought. But his pants were already around his ankles, his cock pointing at her face. "Kiss it," he ordered. She leaned forward and gave it the slightest of kisses with her mouth. "Now lick it from the base to the tip." Bebu shuddered in disgust, but she knew the alternative was a return to the torture table she had left just minutes before. She forced herself to put her tongue to his cock, and to lick. "Good." He stroked her head, the nearest thing to affection she had got from any of the men. "Now take my cock whole in your mouth." After a glance at the stone slab, Bebu put her lips around the end if his cock. Stragian thrust her head into his groin, so his cock was right at the back of her throat, her face at his crotch. She could take a bite, she mused. It would surely hurt him, and not just physically. But the pain of the torture table was too recent. She would be surely have another session on there, and probably for several days. It was still almost tempting. If it was just him, she would do it, but there were all the others too, and they deserved it just as much. So instead, she sucked and she licked, using the techniques she had learnt the day before, but now with her tongue. She guessed the same rules applied, so she made sure he lasted at least five minutes, and then suddenly his disgusting filth was squirting into her throat, almost making her gag. The ordeal was over, at least for the moment, and she spat the foul muck on to the floor. "Two things wrong," said Stragian. "Too fast, and you must swallow the cum. I think five minutes on the slab will help you remember those simple rules." Reluctantly, Bebu climbed back onto the torture table, to suffer in agony, while her mother ensured that her blow job lasted a good fifteen minutes, and that she swallowed at the end. For the next fourteen hours, Bebu and Hala were sucking cock. The men were quick to give advice, usually punctuated with a slap, and occasionally contradictory. The following day, their seventh as greenies, started as usual with the bucket of water and the ten minutes of torture, then Stragian said, "You're on your own for most of the day; we've business to attend to." Then he left them. Unable to talk, all Bebu and Hala could do was hug each other for comfort. After a while they could hear a change in the engine sound, and occasional shudders, the whine of turbo-lasers, and once an explosion, somewhere behind them. After perhaps fifteen minutes it was quiet again, but still no sign of the men. It was many hours later that Stragian returned, followed by his men. "Some celebratory fucking," he grinned. "I'll take Bebu, you get the other. She's ready for two at a time." He beckoned to Bebu, and she meekly followed him out of the room she had lived in for nearly a week. He took her to his private quarters, and there made her do all the things she had learnt in the last few days. It was actually not so bad. He was not as rough as the other men, and she got some respite in between times as it took him at least some minutes to recover. It was probably the best time she had since boarding the ship, not that that was saying much. What worried her most was his parting comment about her mother being ready for two at a time. In the morning, she awoke to find she had fallen asleep in Stragian's bed, from which he was currently pushing her out. He took her back to the usual room, where her mother was awake and looking worried. She was clearly relieved to see Bebu back. After the ten minutes each of torture, the two of them were once more sucking cock all day. The ninth, like the seventh, was a rest day for the girls. The men were busying pirating, Bebu assumed. Later Hala was taken by Stragian, and Bebu had to keep the rest happy. One of the men got out a pack of cards, and they all opened bottles of beer. After the first round of cards, one man lay down, and told Bebu to suck his cock. What had been stomach-churning days ago was now mundane. She got on her hands and knees, and started to lick. Then another man knelt behind her, and pushed his cock between her legs - she was doing two at a time. Meanwhile, the other men continued to drink, and to play for the privilege of using her next. It was many hours later before they left her. A few days later, Stragian said he had a special treat. The girls had spent much of the day chained up in various positions, many of them designed to allow the girl to perform a blow job, while being fucked at the same time. They were released and the back wall suddenly lit up as a screen. On it, Bebu could see her father, about twice life size. It was strange, but she had hardly thought of him these last two weeks. He was still naked, sat looking at a screen. On the screen Bebu could see herself, chained with one leg raised up high, the other on the ground, just as she had been just minutes ago. On the screen her father was watching, a man put his cock into Bebu's mouth, as another rammed his into her sex. Bebu realised her father had his own cock in his hand. As he watched the two men fuck his own daughter, he was jerking himself off! She watched in morbid fascination as he worked himself to orgasm, spitting his seed onto the wall beside the screen. He continued to watch as the two men came inside Bebu, and then she was released. And suddenly her father was watching her watching him jerk himself off. "Oh, God!" he cried, then sobbed uncontrollably, as he realised the full horror of what he had done. Stragian laughed at Bebu and Hala's blank expressions. "Don't worry, Hala, he did the same watching you getting done. Why not? It's what greenies are for. And now," said Stragian, brandishing a peculiar gun, "you know your father, your husband has been getting his jollies while you two are so thoroughly degraded. His betrayal of you is complete, and you two can be disposed of." He pointed the gun at Hala. Bebu desperately want to shout, "No!" but of course could say nothing as he pulled the trigger. Hala dropped to the ground, blood gushing from her chest. He pointed the gun at Bebu. She felt a sudden pain in her chest, and then blackness. Bebu awoke in a coffin, panicking for just a moment, before the lid was lifted off. As she climbed out she realised she had been in the device that had turned her into a greenie. Her mother, still green and hairless, but alive, was nearby, watching her, as were Stragian and four other of the crew. "A little charade," explained Stragian, with an evil smile. "Ariltus now believes, quite rightly, that he has betrayed you, so he will never mention that you were transformed into greenies. And he believes, entirely wrongly, that you are both dead, so will report that fact. We don't want anyone looking for two greenies that look like his wife and daughter, do we?" It was a couple of days later that the charade developed further. The rough and constant attention of the first week had relented somewhat, perhaps because the novelty had worn off, and they got hours at a time to themselves. It was then that their inability to talk to each other really hit home. "I have some good news and some bad news," said Stragian. From his grin, Bebu suspected it was mostly bad. "The good news is that Ariltus has escaped! Even now he is piloting a shuttle back to the surface of your world. As luck would have it, I have an agent on the planet. We can listen in to his conversation." He tapped a few keys in a console, and her father appeared on the wall screen, now dressed in tee-shirt and shorts. "Yes, he failed to save his family, but he did rescue some clothes." "Shuttle to control, shuttle to control, this is Lord Ariltus. It is imperative that you put me through to General Duzook immediately." "Unidentified shuttle, I'm going to have to check your IdentBox and confirm you really are Lord Ariltus before I wake any generals. Please place both hands on the IdentBox." "Okay, okay, just get on with it." "Here it is... Oh. My Lord, please excuse my earlier behaviour. We've had at least five men claiming to be you since you disappeared. It's good to see you're alive, sir. I'll contact General Duzook straightaway." Minutes passed. "General Duzook here, sir." "General, thank goodness. My family and I were tricked and captured by pirates. You must track back the course of this ship, to find their ship, and blast them to hell. Act quickly, General, as yet they do not know I have escaped." "What of your wife, and Berulia?" "They ... They kept me separate, but I saw the bastards shoot down my beloved wife and little Berulia in cold blood." He started to cry. "Make sure you get them, General." "I'll see to it directly. Do you need assistance yourself?" "The airlock was damaged when I escaped. I'll have to land this myself. Just concentrate on the pirate ship." Stragian turned off the screen. "The bad news is that the General's fighters are heading for a decoy, a wreck we picked up a few days ago. Still, they'll be happy enough. The other bad news is that the stolen shuttle has a faulty suspensor unit. When your father tries to land it, it will suddenly cut out, and he will get to the surface rather more quickly than he might want to. "He has verified your deaths, he positively identified himself, and soon he'll be dead, and the estate will be inherited by his brother. And we get paid, and we get you two fuck-pieces into the bargain. Now, this deserves a celebration. Get on your hands and knees, Hala." A week or so later, Hala and Bebu heard an explosion in part of the ship, and a few minutes later seven of the men came into their room. Bebu could see at once that two of them were badly hurt; one had blood pouring from his head, and shoulder; the other had part of his right leg missing. There was a sense of suppressed panic as they lay the head-injured man into the coffin that had turned Berulia into Bebu. Stragian appeared moments later, holding a piece of paper. Using the paper for guidance, he tapped on some controls inside the coffin, slowly and methodically despite the urgency of the situation. A moment later, the injured ruffian was climbing out of the other coffin, the injury gone. Even his clothes looked clean for once. They placed the other man in the first coffin, and again Stragian tapped on the controls, and he too was cured, his leg restored. "Right, what happened?" Stragian barked at his men. "The plasma conduit burst open," one of them volunteered. "We got the plasma turned off, but Jet and Devlot were already hurt. Reckon Jet got hit by the shrapnel." "Well find out what caused it, and don't let it happen again. And get that plasma conduit fixed up within the hour." With that he left. "If he gave us long enough to repair shit properly, this pile of crap wouldn't be falling apart," muttered one of the men. They left, presumably to fix the problem. Bebu and Hala were left on their own once more. But this time, Bebu had hope. The machine for turning people into greenies was, it seemed, rather more than that. She now realized that it must have cured them of their gunshot wounds, and even cured the man with the missing foot. If it were properly programmed, would it be able to make her human again? She walked over to it, and looked at the control panel Stragian had been using. It was a touch screen, with options in another language. With a smile, she realised it was all in Ancient English. As the daughter of the Lord, Berulia had naturally been taught Ancient English by her tutor. She had hated it; so many irregular verbs, so many different words that meant almost, but not quite, the same thing. And it was never, ever going to be useful to her. And now it was. There were pages and pages of options, she found. Clearly Stragian had no clue what he was doing, just following instructions. It seemed to have a preset to create a greenie, but healing someone was more involved. Bebu found options that would give her back her original skin colour, put her hair back, reduce her bust size, and give her a voice again. The last was the most important. She lay in the box, and pressed "commit", and then climbed out the other end, to her mother's surprise. "Can I... Yes, I can talk. Mother, get in the box." Hala quickly did so, and moments later she too could talk. "But we're still green, dear." "Yes, but I know I can fix that, and we don't want the men to discover we can use the device, or they'll keep us away from it. We need to think carefully about escaping; we'll only have one chance." For over a week they planned and waited. While their first week had been misery, this was latter week was really not so bad. Bebu found a setting in the teleportation device that would reduce pain, apparently for "sado-masochists", whoever they were. Indeed, when she next had her turn on the torture slab, although it still hurt a lot, it was strangely pleasant, in a sexy way. All the acts that had seemed so stomach-churningly disgusting at first were now routine, even enjoyable, she realised, if she approached them with the right frame of mind. And just the fact that they had a plan, that this was a temporary state of affairs, made it so much easier to endure. Bebu the Black The day came they had waited for. There was an announcement over the public address system. "Look alive, men, we've got cop fighters on our tails. Let's show them our teeth!" Hala looked at her daughter. "Let's do this!" Bebu got in the first coffin, and quickly went through the menus, looking for the setting she wanted, then pressed send. Her mother got in behind her, and chose the repeat option, even as a black figure emerged from the other coffin. Bebu was now encased in a black exoskelton that was bonded directly to her body. She was about a quarter of a meter taller, much, much stronger, and bristling with weapons. In a moment, there were two such figures. "Let's practice," said Hala, and she pointed an arm at the wall. A beam of light lit it up. "Hmm, I guess that is the flash light." She tried another. A great glob of white gunk spat out, and hit the wall, where it set like concrete "Have you just come, mother?" asked Bebu giggling. She had discovered she could shoot nets, but an indicator on her arm told her she now only had two left. A click, and a twist, and she was firing bullets, somewhat wildly at first. "I think these must be for law enforcement," said Hala. "The glue and the net are to capture people alive." "Cool, let's capture them alive, then we can torture them." "Berulia!" "Call me Bebu the Black, the monster they created." "We'll torture Stragian, he's the ringleader. The rest can go to the authorities." At that moment the door opened, and two of the men entered, perhaps investigating the noise. "Behold your nemesis," called out Bebu the Black, as she sprayed bullets across their legs. If they were going to the police, the men were going to suffer first. The two collapsed to the ground. The armour had a good supply of cuffs, and as Bebu the Black secured the two men to a pipe in the corridor, she said, "You need to learn to respect women." She realised she had no idea how to release them, but did not particularly care. Going Green Together, mother and daughter, encased in black armour, patrolled the ship. At first they had to search for the men, but after they had secured four of them, the men came to them. The mess-hall was soon awash with blood, with seven handcuffed. After some prompting, mostly involving Bebu striking the nearest man in the balls with the muzzle of her gun, one of them pointed the women to the bridge. Stragian and three others were waiting, and had had time to get armed. "Who are you?" he demanded, having no idea how anyone could have got on board. "We are your nemesis, Stragian, we are your doom!" Bebu was enjoying this! The women started to shoot, and the men were quick to return fire. In their exoskeletons, the women marched forward. The armour gave good protection, but the impact of the incessant rain of bullets was still painful. However, life on the ship, and especially the the slab, had toughened them to pain, and they kept on walking, reaching the four men. Hala bashed Stragian aside, grabbing his gun, and threw it away. The other three men quickly dropped their weapons, and put their hands up, only to be shot in the legs by Bebu. "Bebu! They surrendered!" "Bebu?" asked Stragian in wonder. Hala cuffed the crewmen, while Bebu picked up Stragian and swung him over her shoulders. "You're ours now, little boy," she taunted. She carried him through to the bridge. "Where's the radio, little boy?" He said nothing, so she put her hand between his legs and grabbed his balls. "Where's the radio, little boy?" she asked again, as she squeezed. He quickly pointed to a console. Hala sat at it, barely fitting in. The computer system was easy to understand, and she was able to contact the captain of the ship that the pirates had been attacking. "Attention Captain. This is Law Enforcement Agent 5432. The crew of this vessel have been restrained and are no longer a threat to you. We surrender to your authority. We have released Lady Helicia and her daughter Berulia; they look forward to welcoming you aboard." "Thank you, er, Law Enforcement Agent 5432. What Law Enforcement Agency do you belong to exactly?" "Oh, the, er, Yetmin Law Enforcement Agency. We are a covert group, and we will be gone before you board." "Stand by. We are approaching now." Berulia Again They took Stragian to the coffins, and placed him in one, setting it to store him as data. Then Bebu programmed it to make them both human again. On a whim, she decided to keep her bigger bust, and to keep her mother youthful. She emerged, human once more, in a long golden dress, also courtesy of the box. Moments later, Helicia was beside her, in a white dress. They were just in time, as the other ship was docking. They walked briskly to the airlock, to allow the crew of the rescue ship to enter. "Captain Margram, ma'am, pleased to have finally found you. And looking so well." Margram's uniform indicated he was from their own world's police, while his eyes indicated he appreciated their new bust size. "You were looking for us?" "Yes. It's the strangest thing. Your old greenie communicated with her new masters, eventually convincing them you were held prisoner on this ship. Never occurred to me that they could behave so intelligently." He turned to his men, ordering them to round up the pirates. "What happened to the other fellows, the men that rescued you?" "Oh, they had to go. So what happens to this ship now?" "It'll be broken up and destroyed." "I'd prefer to ... do that myself. Closure and all that. Can you help us get it back?" Once in their own system, Helicia arranged for the coffins and the torture table, and a couple of other interesting items, to be taken to the palace, before crashing the ship into the second planet. By the end of a very long day, the two coffins were set up in the mansion, in what had been Ariltus' study, while the torture table found a home in the second lounge. "As a conversation piece," Helicia said, "though, to be honest, sometimes I'm tempted to go on it. Since you gave us that sado-masochist thing, it was, well, sexy." "Oh, yes! I know what you mean." "Perhaps I should put you on it when you disobey me," mused Helicia, with a smile. "Then you must make me strip first, and make sure they are men around to watch. ... And touch." "You used to be such an innocent girl..." "Being a sex slave is an enlightening experience." "Yes. I only wish I had known at your age what I do now." "Mother, you have the body of a twenty year old; you are my age effectively. You're free to do as many disgusting acts as me. And with the coffins we can stay like this forever." The following day, Helicia found it was her own greenie, Dasha, who had been instrumental in sending the rescue ships, and so she bought Dasha's lease back from her new master, and added a significant reward to the price tag. Then they put Dasha in the coffins "You can talk now, Dasha," said Berulia. "Wha... I... can... talk. I forgotten... how." Helicia smiled. "We understand that not talking is the worst of being a greenie. We wanted to say thank you. " The next day they dealt with Stragian. "Let's do it naked," said Helicia. "I want him to see what he's not getting." Berulia agreed. At least when no one was around, she found it so much more comfortable without clothes. She extracted Stragian from the coffin system, now as a greenie. She also had him wearing manacles and chains, and reduced his cock so it was only half as long. For good measure she made his balls extra sensitive. Helicia grabbed the chain attached to a manacle around his scrotum, making him wince. "Do as you're told, or I'll pull really hard. In fact, I'm going to do that now, just as a taster." She gave a sharp tug, making him gasp in pain. "Oh, look at his little willy," grinned Berulia, flicking it. "So small and pathetic." Stragian looked at his member in confusion. "Yes, it's a bit smaller now. I think it looks better like that. Anyway, you're a greenie; greenies don't get to stick their willies into girls, so it doesn't matter." They took him to the basement, where a cell was prepared. He was secured by chains, but the chains could be let out for feeding and toileting and wound in again for torture. "We going to torture you for one hour for every time you came," said Helicia. "When we're done you can choose if you want to fuck us some more, so we can torture you more." Bebu Again A week or so later, over dinner, Bebu mused; "Do you ever ... think about when we were on that pirate ship, mother?" Helicia shuddered. "I wish I could stop thinking about it." "It was so awful, but, maybe those last few days; were they all bad?" "I suppose the last few days were not so bad. I think we'd gotten used to the depravity by then. Where's this going, Berulia?" "I don't know, sometimes I think about it, and, instead of horror and disgust, I feel kind of sexy." "Hmm, I know what you mean. I was never particularly interested in sex with your father. Obviously we did it sometimes, you're evidence of that, but since being on that ship, I have been thinking about it more and more." "What sort of sex are you thinking about?" "I'm not telling you!" "Think of me as your sister, not you daughter; we look like sisters. I promise not to tell." "Well... Okay, then. Bad sex. Dirty, depraved sex." "Oh good, it's not just me then." "So now you know." Helicia thought for a moment. "When you made us human, you didn't just make us back to how we were. Did you leave in the sado-masochist thing?" "I thought it would be good. If you fall over and break a leg, you won't feel so much pain. You think it's turned us into... you know..." "Sluts? I think so." "Do you want me to delete it?" "Er... Maybe later. How about you?" "Perhaps when you do..."