1 comments/ 15449 views/ 2 favorites Making the Most By: Supah_Bi Stephani, Steph for short, strolled down the street reminiscing about her wonderful high school years and how sad it would be to graduate in a few days. The goodbye would probably be very teary and near unbearable as she cut ties with friends she had come to know and love over that four—year period. So many memories would be left on that football field, on that campus, and in those hearts, and it was dreadfully sad that most of that would probably fade away in a year or two as friends move away and lives change and college starts. Soon all that would be left of those days would be contained in that memory—inducing relic, the yearbook. Well, that was not completely true... in fact that bears no semblance whatsoever to the truth. The real truth was that her high school experience sucked and over the space of four years her life had altered, and never in her favor it seemed. She had had four or five crushes and despite her looks she was turned down for others and ended up with a couple loser boyfriends that probably could have won Academic Decathlon competitions in their sleep. Again it could be mentioned that beauty was not a factor for why she ended up with two geeks that she dumped within a week of hooking up. Steph had plenty of pretty, "more than her fair share" some girls would whine, yet she did not know how to use those looks to her advantage and that's where she got stuck. She slowed down to look into a window at a mannequin that had a mini skirt and crop top on, wondering how it would look on her. Her reflection shone back at her in the mirror: a shorter (5'4"), slim figure with beautiful straight black hair that framed her naturally tan complexion and which she liked to keep in a pony tail but fell halfway down her back when she let it out. Her small, rather petite physique compromised her chest but let her retain a cute B cup that was enough for most guys. She had slightly crooked front teeth but they were not so horrible she had to keep her mouth closed in pictures; in fact, even with the minor problems with her teeth she had a dazzling smile that could be contagious when she was really happy. Sadly enough those smiles were becoming less frequent. It used to be a common occurrence to see Stephani smile with such enthusiasm that you could not help but smile back at her and be happy. All that was before boys were a factor in her life and way before she decided she was extremely inadequate in the field of romance, in fact the decline had started when she hit puberty and carried on through to the end of her high school career. Things in her life and her own decisions had effected a buffer between her and all the boys she had ever wanted to date. Silently she studied the outfit and decided that it would never look good on her, much less great, and though her mind filed away the shop for future reference, she still moved on and now just a touch more depressed that she had been before she stopped. This lack of self—confidence and unwillingness to take a risk is what landed Stephani with two loser boyfriends and what had eventually driven away all of her friends. She was now forced to face that fact that no one wants to live with someone who will not take the chance and jump into the fire when life presents its opportunities. The main problem was that she did not realize this primary edict and no one had shown her that she was disobeying it each and every time she sold herself short or worried so much that she stood off to the side while everyone else jumped into things. Guys and gals alike shied away from the person she was growing into and none yet had had the courage or compassion to help her. She was in desperate need of a male (or female) companion that could show her what life was about and all the bits and pieces she was passing up that led her bit by bit away from a happy life to a boring and dreary one. Now it was senior year, one week before she had to go out and face the world she needed to be prepared for, one week before childhood officially kicked her out on the street to fend for herself, one week left to cram for the biggest test of all: adulthood. Later that day when she finally got home after passing up a few more of those vital prospects, her mother asked her again for what seemed the millionth time, "When are you going to get a job?" "I don't know, Mom," she whined, "I've been trying so hard to get one. Today I went out after school for probably two hours speaking with managers," she paused, wincing inward at the lie and trying hard not to show it on her face, and went on, "Can we please not talk about this today? I am so tired and I have a horrible headache." "Fine, whatever, Steph, but you know that you are going to be out of this house before the summer is gone and I'll be right there telling you, 'I told you so.'" Stephani let out a squeal of frustration at her mother and stormed off to her room and sulked for a while, while she glared at the wall. After a while she pulled off her clothes and slipped into bed. *** The next week went by uneventfully, as did graduation ceremonies and the following dance (she played the perfect wallflower). One of the greatest nights of any high school student's life was just another day for Stephani. She was racing her life downhill and there was no way anyone could hope to stop her. That's when the phone rang. "Hello, Stephani? My name is Todd Parker I was wondering if I could talk to you for a little." Todd had seen her picture in the yearbook and was blown away that he had never heard of such a dazzling girl. "You see, I saw your picture in the yearbook and I was wondering how I could have gone a whole four years without noticing you. I guess maybe I never really looked for anyone out of my own little clique but there it is. Now I know this is kind of weird, but who are you exactly?" "Well you're pretty damn right, this is weird. I don't know of anyone who would call to ask 'who' someone is. Huh, well..." Steph was trying to actually make something of this conversation at the moment. Such a strange phone call surely needed to be worked out———this could be interesting! But then that other part of her that seemed to surface the most told her, "Just hang up and forget about this loser." "You're right, this is really weird. Umm let me start over," he paused, took a big breath trying to overcome the sudden shyness that had sprung up within him, and with a shaky voice due to the intimidation her beauty had on him he continued, staring at the picture in the yearbook as he did, "Hi my name's Todd, and I sow you in the yearbook. I was wondering if maybe you would like to go to lunch sometime..." Stephani was blown away at the simple question that carried so much weight. She knew this was not a question of whether she would like to be his boyfriend, but for some reason her mind was making it exactly that. The biggest thought that blew threw her mind about a thousand times in the space of the next few seconds was, "I can't have a boyfriend right now," and though she knew she was being irrational with that thought, she could not get it out of her head for the life of her. She tried to do some quick mental math with her time allowances made by her schedule, and reminded herself she was probably the most uneventful person in the US. Her hesitation and silence was starting to become a deterrent for Todd now. He did not know what to think of the silence, because if she was not talking how could he know what she was feeling at the moment. The wait was starting to make him want to hang up and forget he called. He had already gone against his tentative nature in calling her and now he was so scared she would hang up or reject him in some other way that he could not take it anymore. "Maybe this was a bad idea," he said with a tone of regret, "I probably shouldn't have called you. Umm I'll just go now," he let his words trail off and hesitated a moment hoping that maybe she would stop him from putting the phone down and tell him that 'yes' she wanted to go on a date with him. He was met with silence as he willed himself to wait just a second or two more and he just let the phone fall to the bed as he clicked it off. Regret at even calling washed over him, relief from the release of the agony of waiting for her answer, and reprimanding thoughts all washed over him in an intertwined conglomeration of the three. He sat motionless for a minute or two and then called up Brad, his best friend, to tell him how it went. Back on the other side of the phone call, Steph was still holding the receiver to her ear wondering whether she should be happy at being free of the choice or sad that she missed the opportunity to start something with a boy who had taken an interest in her and not the other way around. Her reasoning had also urged her to look at the fact that he was going off of a yearbook picture and probably only knew what she looked like and nothing else about her. Yet he did ask her to lunch probably in order to do just that and now she had pushed him away just like she had pushed everyone else away. Her indecisiveness, which had resulted from her fear of getting burned, had led her away from this relationship that had the potential to be something really great. She had messed up again and this time she realized it and she laid back down and beat herself up mentally. The clock ticked by on the wall with unnaturally loud clicks as seconds of her life passed her by and she sat there on the bed doing nothing about it. If anything, the short conversation with Todd had been enlightening, showing her not only that she never took chances but also that she would live a boring life without taking those chances. Now the moment was upon her and she realized she could still take one of those chances. She picked up the phone and hit a couple of buttons and her phone dialed back the number that had called her only two minutes ago. She heard the line pick up and opened her mouth to speak and she got an earful of a busy signal. Steph just had to sit down now. It seemed that everything was going against her in life and that she might not be able to stop it anymore. A feeling of hopelessness started to overcome her feelings. The phone rang again. She answered in sad tones originating from that wash of hopelessness, "Hello." "Hey did you just call?" Todd's voice coming through the line sparked her attitude and sent a smile spreading across her face that permeated her whole being. "Oh yeah, I was just wondering if tomorrow at around one 'o clock would be good for you?" Her face heated up in an instant blush as she made this bold move that was so uncharacteristic of her. "Yeah!" he exclaimed with almost too much enthusiasm, "I'll pick you up around one tomorrow then. Okay then, bye!" "Alright," responded Steph with a giddy smile, "I guess I'll see you later then." She hung up. The phone rang again almost instantly and Todd came on the line sounding a little embarrassed, "Umm yeah, forgot to ask where you live..." Both of them dissolved in laughter and the tension seemed to lift just a little more and Stephani was already starting to like him as she gave him her information. ** One o'clock the next day, Todd knocked on her front door. Todd believed that one of the ways to impress a girl was to be punctual along with gentlemanly, and in this case it was. Stephani was by no means a person who believes so strongly in female rights that she would not let the door be opened for her, in fact she found it rather appealing and mildly sexy that the guy would be so polite. It would not have mad her mad if he did not act so politely, but it was definitely a nice surprise and very pleasant. They exchanged greetings at the door, taking one another in a moment before they went off on their—for the most part—blind date. Steph had dressed casually for the occasion wearing only a pink Abercrombie shirt and a black skirt that stopped just above her knees but still revealed enough of her leg to be eye—catching for someone who was looking. Todd was looking. Todd noticed, and he realized and appreciated how she made the simple outfit look wonderful by just being happy and outgoing. And yes, she was very happy and outgoing. This was already one of Stephani's happiest days of the month and they had not even gotten out of the driveway yet. As he led her to his car she studied him, reveling in the fact that he was actually somewhat handsome with bouncy brown hair and green eyes that sparkled with his personality. She could tell that he was probably an athlete or at least that he worked out moderately by the way he moved and the veins that were accented on his somewhat bigger arms. He was not perfect by any means, in fact one of her first impressions was that he needed to pay more attention to his nails and that his eyebrows were a little thick, but these minor imperfections made him seem all the more real to her and dispel the feeling that it was something of a dream that she had not waken up from yet. They got into his beat up old BMW that looked about six or seven years old and they started down the road. His car was cleaner inside than it looked on the outside and actually drove very well and made for a rather smooth ride. "Did you have any place in mind?" he asked. Stephani thought for a moment before responding, "No, I'm drawing blanks, and to tell the truth I was just going to go along for the ride today and get to know you some. I was rather hoping you'd planned things out so I wouldn't have to make any decisions." "I see, thanks for the notice," he replied jokingly before going on, "It's alright, I've got a plan anyhow. I thought we'd go to Giovanni's, the Italian place over on Sixteenth Street by the new Applebee's." "That place is pretty old isn't it?" "Yeah it's been there maybe twenty years and it looks a little beat up but you can't let looks deceive you, you know. My family has been eating there for years and I can tell you that if you have any taste for Italian food at all, then you'll love the place." "Well, I suppose that sounds pretty nice. That is, it sounds nice as long as they've got a great chicken parmesan, because I've had some great chicken parmesan and I'll be disappointed if it doesn't measure up, you know." She said this with a quirk of a smile on her face. "Do you like chicken parmesan then?" "I love it, it has to be my favorite Italian dish." "Well you're in for a treat then because these people cook it to perfection, I would know—it's my favorite dish too." "Well I'll have to take your word for it then." "I remember the first time I had chicken parmesan you know. It was eight years ago when I was only ten. My parents had taken me out to dinner at Giovanni's for my birthday and I picked that thinking it was going to be something like chicken strips. Even though I was disappointed that it wasn't what I thought it was going to be, I loved the dish, and now it's usually the one I get when I go there. Ah, and here it is." He pulled into the small parking lot out in front of a small brown building in an L—shape that had a neon "Open" sign and a menu in the window and a big sign over the door that read, "Giovanni's Italian Diner". It looked to be a nice family-run place that probably served hundred—year—old recipes that had been passed down and perfected through five generations. The parking lot was fairly empty for a Saturday at lunchtime and for no apparent reason, but it allowed the two of them to pick their own table, a booth near the back and adjacent to a window that showed a cute garden that was being grown behind the restaurant. Besides an older couple sitting near the front of the restaurant, there were no other patrons and Steph and Todd were relatively alone to talk as they wished. As they took their seats a waitress came over to take their orders for what they would like to drink and Todd informed her that she could also take their entrée requests also. He ordered for the two of them, chicken parmesan of course, and then they got to talking about each other. "So, my name's Todd," he started with a smile on his face, "I suppose you might want to know a little more about the guy who brought you to lunch huh?" "Oh you definitely read my mind, not that it could have been hard. I mean seriously, you called me last night with no more than a name and a picture to go on." "Well you are beautiful," Stephani felt her face heat up as he went on, "but you're right, I don't usually just call up girls that look as dazzling as you do." He winked. "Okay, okay you're making me blush with all the compliments, I thought we were talking about you," she laughed. "Right, right, as I was going to say then, my name is Todd." He stopped and looked at her appearing to have finished. "Uh, I knew that, silly, you've only told me about four or five times." "I used to go to the same high school you went to and I work for my uncle at his furniture store here in town. Let's see, I wan to be a musical engineer after college, and speaking of———" "Wait, wait, you're going too fast. What's a musical engineer? It sounds kind of cool." "Well basically I work with music to make sure it sounds just like the artist wants it to sound. A lot of music engineers are the guys who work soundboards at concerts. It's a lot of technical stuff but I like doing it. I've been doing it for my cousin's band for about four years now." "Wow that's awesome. It sounds pretty fun too." She put on a coy smile, "So you're in a band? That's pretty hot ya know." They both laughed at the obvious pick up line. "What about you then? Got a job, want to go to college, want to be something special?" "Well, actually I want to go to college to learn how to cook. I love cooking and I really want to get into a good culinary school like one of The Art Institutes." "What's that?" "It's a culinary school that offers training in a lot of the big cities." "That's pretty cool. You wanna be the next Emeril or what?" She laughed at the thought of her being on television shouting out some dumb catch phrase every twenty seconds. "No, I'd like to own my own restaurant sometime. Don't you think that would be kinda cool? It's my dream." "Yeah I do like that it's pretty cool." Their food came and they talked and ate for about an hour and then sat there and talked some more for probably an hour after that. Even though neither of them thought they had anything left to talk about, both kept coming up with more and more. They had developed a strong rapport in a short time and both liked each other and suspected the other of the same. They would have gone on for another hour or two had not Todd suggested they go talk somewhere else and get some fresh air. Stephani agreed, though she was somewhat skeptical of what he might have in mind. He drove them out into the country a ways before turning down an old dirt road that led to a shallow stream that was about four feet deep and twice as wide. They sat on the grass and kicked off their shoes, sandals in Stephani's case, so that they could put their feet in the water. As they spoke, the wind died down and the sun fell to an angle that left them in its rays. The water remained cool, but the air grew hot and the two of them were starting to heat up and get a little perspiration. Stephani made a comment about how it had gotten so hot all of a sudden. "Well, there's a stream right here, let's go for a quick dip. What do you say?" He said it like it was a question but his shirt was already off before he could get the last word out of his mouth. Stephani was left dumbfounded at the remark and quick decision on his part and also at the fact that she was right: he must work out at least a little. He had a nice, toned body, not extremely buff or too muscular, but he did have a six-pack and looked rather attractive standing there with a big grin on his face with only his pants on. Making The Most of a Bad Situation "River?" Simon walked along the short corridor leading from the mess hall to the engine room, looking for his sister, "Kaylee, you in there?" "Yeah." The engineer called back, "What the matter?" "River's gone missing, again." Simon slouched in the hatch; "I have no idea how she finds so many places to hide in such a small ship..." "Oh, Serenity'll fool you. Mal chose this ship for a reason: these older model Firefly's have 1,001 hiding places." "Just what you need when you have a mentally unbalanced teenager with a predisposition for mischief..." Simon sighed, resting his head against the wall, "I took an oath as a doctor that I would do no harm, and I can live with it. But the Alliance scientist who did what ever it was they did to River must have taken the same oath, and yet they did unspeakable things..." Serenity lurched violently, sending Simon and Kaylee into a heap on the engine room floor. The sound of rushing wind filled the confined space, creeping nervously into the corridor, gaining confidence, experimenting briefly with rushing, and finally storming in with guns blazing. The room shook again as the hatch slammed shut and locked itself, the emergency light flashing an angry read. "ALL HANDS, REPORT IN!" Mal's worried voice came over the intercom. " Jayne; I'm in the cargo bay with the Shepard." A gruff voice answered, "No apparent damage here." "Zoë: I'm in the mess hall with Wash." The first officer reported, "No damage, but the hatches have all slammed shut." "The is Kaylee." The young engineer had managed to pull herself to her feet, "I'm in the engine room with Simon. We're a little shaken up, but otherwise ok." "Inara here: I'm in my shuttle with River." The companion reported, "She seems completely unaware that anything happened." "Oh thank god." Simon knelt on the deck, "What happened?" "Yeah captain, what in the tyen shiao duh just happened?" Jayne asked over the open link. "Let me check..." There was the sound of commands being typed into the ships computer, "Lao tyen, boo: looks like we got hit by something, meteorite maybe. Punched clean through; breaching the corridor from the mess to the engine room. Kaylee, Doc, I don't think we're going to be able to fix this in the black: nearest landfall is still Greendale, 18-hours away at best speed. Are you two going to be ok till then?" "Just peachy, captain; I've got some water and protein-bars stashed back here for when I have to work through mealtimes." Kaylee sounded more cheerful than she felt, " Don't y'go worryin' 'bout us none, we'll be fine." "Ok, just try and stay cool." Mal sounded agitated, "Wash, Zoë, get up here and let's see if we can shave a little off our ETA." "So..." Kaylee sat down on the deck, "Look's like it's just you and me then." "Yeah." Simon nodded, trying to hide his discomfort, with little success, "Don't suppose you've got a deck of cards?" ********************************** "Um, Simon, do you mind turning round?" Kaylee asked two hours later, "I've got something I need to do..." "What?" The doctor asked, then realization hit him like a fright train, "Oh! Yeah; no problem." He quickly turned his back as Kaylee moved to the far end of the room, undoing her jumpsuit. "You know, we're kind of lucky." Kaylee laughed slightly, "The engineers who designed the Firefly class must have spent some time in space, because there's actually a small toilet built into the bulkhead here. There's a trick to using it, but it works and doesn't smell at all." "Very considerate of them." Simon nodded, doing his best to think of anything other than what was going on behind him. But his subconscious refused to play ball, and hit him with a thousand erotic images cantering around the young woman he was trapped in such a confined space with. He gulped down some water, feeling suddenly very hot and bothered. Kaylee chirped as she hit the flush button on the wall, "You can look now." Simon slowly turned, and his heart almost stopped with what he saw: Kaylee had tied off her jumpsuit around her waist; leaving just the T-shirt she wore underneath. You didn't need a doctor's knowledge of anatomy to know that she had nothing on under that: her nipples stood out prominently, even in the relatively warm environment of the engine room. "Simon?" Kaylee snapped her fingers to bring him back to reality, "You in there?" "What?" Simon shook his head, "What did you say?" "I asked if you were hungry. Don't go spacing out on me now: you're the only person in here with me for the next sixteen or so hours. The last thing I want is to go Fong luh from boredom." "Sorry: I'm just worried about River, that's all..." "You need to give that sister of yours a break: she's more capable of looking after herself than you think." "I just get worried about her sometimes." "Well there's nothing you can do until we hit atmosphere: no power in this 'verse would that door open while there's a vacuum on one side. So, you want something to eat?" "Yeah, that would be nice." "Afraid there isn't much to choose from." Kaylee reached into a storage locker and pulled out a bag of protein bars and a large bottle of water, "I had to go for stuff that'd keep rather than tasted good." "No, its fine..." Simon sat on the cold deck and reached for what claimed to be an apple-flavoured bar, "So, do you spend a lot of time here?" "Yeah; I like it here; Serenity and I get on real well." "Why do you always refer to the ship like it was a person?" "All ships have personalities, once you get to know them." Kaylee took a gulp of the water. Some of it spilled out from the sides of her mouth and landed on her t-shirt. The thin material clung to her like a second skin, turning almost translucent. Simon froze; the protein bar halfway to his mouth, all rational thought suspended by the image before him. "You like what you see?" Kaylee asked, noticing the way the doctor was looking at her. She smiled coyly, realising that for once there was no way that they could be interrupted, or Simon could back out of what they both wanted. Kaylee crawled forward on her hands and knees until the two of them were almost touching. She moved her head as far forward as she dared, and was relived when Simon moved in to kiss her deeply on the lips. The forgotten protein bar fell from Simon's hand as he raised it to Kaylee's neck. Pulling her closer, he deepened the kiss. Unconsciously, his other hand moved round to her back, and started to slowly rub the soft skin under her shirt. Kaylee pushed Simon back down onto the deck, lying on top of him as she started to undo his shirt. The small buttons proved too time consuming, and she ended up ripping it open, sending the buttons flying across the room. Simon responded by gripping the bottom of Kaylee's t-shirt and pulling it up over her head, letting her breasts hang free. This sight seemed to snap him back to reality with a jolt. "Um, maybe we should slow down a little?" He asked hesitantly. "Simon, the way our luck goes, the Captain will find a way to patch the hole and come knocking on that hatch in a few minuets." Kaylee looked down at him, "Do you want to talk, or do you want to have sex?" "I think I'll go with the 'have sex' option." Simon said after a slight pause, and then pulled Kaylee's head down so he could kiss her again. His hands moved down her arms, feeling every inch of her soft skin. They then made they way down her back until they came to rest on her pert rear. He gripped the tight flesh through the bottom half of her overalls. "You know something?" Kaylee broke away from the kiss and looked down at Simon, "We both have too much on for this to work..." They rolled away from each other and started to hurriedly shed what clothes they still had on, each stealing glances at the other from time to time. Simon kicked off his shoes as he started to undo his belt and almost tripped, ending up knocking Kaylee, sending the two of them into the wall. Kaylee responded by pulling his head down to her chest as she moved her hands down and freed herself of her overalls, leaving her standing there in just her plain white cotton panties and socks. Simon readily moved his hands up to cup his newfound lovers breasts as he started to kiss the silky soft skin around her nipples while being careful to never actually touch her areolas. Kaylee moaned in protest, trying to move herself so Simon would take one of her aching nipples into his mouth, but he resisted. Kaylee reached down and undid Simon's belt and trousers as he lifted her up so she was balanced on a pipe running along the bulkhead. Her hands dipped into his boxer shorts and fondled his erect manhood, making him gasp. Simon retaliated by finally closing his mouth on one of Kaylee's nipples, running his tough all over it. The engineer sighed, resting her head back against the curved bulkhead. Her hands quickly pushed Simons boxers down as far as she could, and the doctor kicked the last of his clothes free. His own hands moved to Kaylee's waist and pulled down her panties, letting them fall down her legs and onto the floor. Simon positioned him self to enter his willing partner, then stopped. "What about protection?" He asked hesitantly. "Don't worry: I'm on the pill" Kaylee pulled him towards her, feeling his manhood rub against her crotch. She reached down and carefully guided him to her entrance. Simon pushed forward slowly, feeling Kaylee's hot core envelop him inch by inch. He moved as far forward as he could while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Kaylee groaned in pleasure as their bodies met, Simon buried as far into her as was possible. She crossed her ankles behind his back, scared that, now they had finally acted on their feelings for each other, he would ran away again. She ran her hands up and down his back as he planted kisses on her neck and collarbone, even going as far as to give her a love bite. Simon started to gently move his hips, sliding in and out of Kaylee as he slowly built up a steady rhythm. Kaylee grunted slightly every time their bodies met, Simons groin rubbing against her clit exciting her more and more. She gritted her teeth, wanting to hold out as long as she could, but the months of tension had taken their toll. "SIMON!" Kaylee gasped as her orgasm broke over her like a wave, making her entire body shake. Her muscles went into spasm, gripping her lover's manhood tightly, holding him in her. It was all too much for Simon, and he moaned deeply as he emptied himself into the still shaking engineer. They stood there for what felt like hours, basking in the glow of their shared experience. Simon planted a soft kiss on Kaylee's forehead, as they finally broke apart, slowly sinking to the floor. Kaylee pulled out an old blanket she used the nights she bunked down in the engine room and spread it out on the floor. They silently arranged their clothing into a pillow before they lay down together, a second blanket covering them. ********************************** "You think the two of them are finally...?" Wash asked over the dinner table. "Number one; it's none of our business if they do." Mal sipped his coffee, "Number two; if they don't take this opportunity, then there's no hope for them at all." "Men, you'll all the same." Inara shook her head. "I hear that: one track mind, each and every one of them." Zoë smiled, then glanced at Book, "Present company excluded, of course." "Thank you my dear." The old Shepard nodded, "But what happens between the two of them, is as the captain said, between them and them alone." He smiled coyly, "Anyway; I wasn't born a Shepard..." ********************************** Simon woke from a contented sleep, happy to see Kaylee dozing with her head resting on his shoulder. He carefully reached round until he found his watch, and was happy to see that they still had four hours until they were due to make planet fall. Kaylee stirred, yawning as she woke. "Morning." Simon smiled. "Morning." Kaylee grinned, "What time is it?" "A little after 6: we've got a while before we're due to land, and I'm sure the Captain would have told us if there was any change to the plans..." Kaylee silenced Simon by pulling him down for a kiss. He leaned over, supporting himself with one arm while the other moved round to cup one of her breasts, his thumb and forefinger tweaking her nipple, making her gasp in surprise. She responded by reaching down and taking his manhood in her hand, stroking it softly. Simon let his hand drift lower as he continued to kiss his responsive new lover, moving down over her flat stomach to her crotch. He brushed across her clit, sending shivers up and down Kaylee's spine. Simon placed the palm of his hand against Kaylee's clit while he slowly pushed his index finger into her damp core. Kaylee gasped as Simon's finger entered her, but any sound was lost in the sweet embrace of their kiss. She responded by subconsciously moving her legs further apart, making things easier for Simon. The young doctor started to move his finger in and out, building up his pace until Kaylee broke away from their kiss, groaning as she reached orgasm. "You are so beautiful..." Simon smiled as Kaylee struggled to get her breath back. "Worth being stuck on a luh-suh ship with?" She asked coyly. "More than worth it." "Good." Kaylee grabbed hold of Simon by the shoulders and pulled him down so he was lying on top of her, "I need you, now." Simon withdrew his finger and entered her with one long, slow thrust. Kaylee arched her back as she felt him fill her, her body still on edge from the powerful orgasm he had already given her. Simon rested his elbows on either side of Kaylee so her could reach down and kiss her. Kaylee wrapped her arms around her lover's back, pulling him down so their bodies met, the soft hair of his flat chest brushing against her tender nipples. Simon started to move his hips, building up a rhythm without braking contact with Kaylee's lips. The engineer met him thrust for thrust as he started to plant kisses across every inch of her upper torso, from her lips, down her jaw and neck, across her collarbone and all over her breasts. Simon returned his lips to Kaylee's as she crossed her legs behind his back, trying to pull him in even further. He thought for a moment of his past lovers: they had been few and far between. The only real romance of his life had been in his last year of medical school, but she'd been offered a job in a hospital on Cassiopeia, and had broken off the relationship. After that he had drifted in and out of brief liaisons with the other doctors and nurses he worked with, but they'd always left, claiming he was cold and distant. Keylee's reputation with members of the opposite (and if Jayne was to be believed, at times the same) sex was common knowledge on Serenity. Simon had been a little worried at first about how close his sister had grown to the engineer, but it was soon apparent that they were close friends, nothing more. His own attraction to Kaylee had been instantaneous: there'd been an unmistakable spark between them the moment they first met; something the young doctor had never felt before. Threatening to let her die if the Captain hadn't turned away from an alliance cruiser looking for River had been he hardest thing he'd ever done. He still agonised over the fact that he'd been willing to forgo his most closely held belief, even if it was to save his sister. "Oh. My. God." Kaylee moaned as she climaxed for the second time since waking. He pulled Simon as close to her as she could, wanting to feel every square inch of his body pressed up against her own. Simon felt her contract around him again, and emptied himself into her, all but collapsing onto her sweat-covered body. He pulled her body to his own as tightly as he could, never wanting to let her go. "I've never felt anything like that before!" Kaylee gasped, "never, in all my years." "Neither have I." Simon rolled over onto his side, pulling Kaylee's back up against his chest. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I love you." "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that..." Kaylee took his hand and kissed it, "I love you too..." "Ten minuets till we hit atmo'!" Mal's voice came over the com, "Managed to shave a few hours off our ETA, so we'll have the two of you out of there soon as." "Think he'd do a few more orbits if we asked him to?" Simon laughed. "No, the Captains too mean for that." Kaylee laughed, reaching for her cloths, "But come to my bunk tonight and we can pretend he did. Say, ten?" "I'll be there." Simon kissed her as he started to get dressed. ********************************** "Reckon they'll guess?" Zoë turned back to Mal as Wash brought Serenity in for a textbook landing. "What? That we faked the explosion?" The Captain gave her a lopsided grin, "You really think they're going to give it that much thought?" "Probably not." The First Mate wrapped an arm around her husband's shoulder, "But if they do, I want to be there when you tell them it was all little River's idea." "That girl is nothing if not full of surprises." Mal nodded, an unmistakable glint of mischief in his eyes, "Now come on; there's crime to be done..." The End Making the Most of a Situation The train was an overnighter, from Milan to Naples, and on a Wednesday night in the middle of winter there was no shortage of empty cabins to choose from, even on the usually crowded second-class cars. I had flown in on a puddle jumper that went almost arbitrarily from Los Angeles to Chicago, Chicago to La Guardia, La Guardia to Gatwick and Gatwick to Milan. It was a cheap flight that cost me nearly 24 hours, and I wasn’t even at my destination of Naples, where my cousins were waiting for me for an extended visit. The nearly 12 hours of train travel that awaited me had only the appeal of being a pleasant change from the cramped plane seats I had been on. I navigated the corridor until I found a cabin in the middle of a car that was farther from the front of the train, a strategy I thought would guarantee me some privacy and a quiet journey. I flagged a vendor from the platform and got a sandwich and half-liter of wine. The train began to move around 9pm and I was asleep before we reached our first stop. At around midnight we stopped in Bologna. I dozed as people walked by the cabin, but fell asleep even before the train left again. I began to dream of vaguely sexual encounters, my imagination fueled by the beautiful women in Italy. The dreams stopped and started as I drifted in and out of sleep. During a longer stretch of smooth traveling, the pain of my throbbing erection straining at my jeans woke me just enough so that I reached down and adjusted it, pulling the head up and across my upper thigh and laying on my back to ease the pressure. I yawned once and blinked, clearing my eyes, and as I opened them I found myself looking into the eyes of a very attractive Italian woman, barely older than a girl in fact, probably in her early 20s. She had the exaggerated features that characterize the Mediterranean look, large dark eyes, high cheekbones on a round face, the extra padding on her curvaceous body concentrated in what appeared to be truly enormous breasts. Half-asleep as I was, I didn’t remember my erection and simply said, “ciao.” She said “ciao” in a quiet voice and looked away immediately. I wondered why she had been so brusque and only then did I remember that my erection was probably quite visible through my jeans. I glanced down and confirmed my suspicion. My penis was in perfect relief, outlined as it was by the light that angled through the window and the tight sheen of my pants. It sloped gently up and to the left, thickening slightly and then continuing up in obvious arousal to well past the base of my left pocket. The head was swollen and the ridge created a noticeable line. A spot of moisture shone at the tip. Not wanting to draw any more attention to myself, I slid my overcoat over my body, making sure I covered my waist. I ventured another look at the woman and noticed that she was fidgeting a little. Her skirt did not reach beyond her knees, and the white skin between her legs appeared and disappeared as she changed position. She appeared cold, and I commented that the heat didn’t work as well in second class cars. She laughed a little and we talked for a few minutes. She was going only as far as Rome, where her family was. She studied at the university in Milan, and was going home for a few days of rest between exams. I offered her some of my wine and we continued talking for a while. She did not stop fidgeting and finally I asked her if she was ok. She complained that it was cold and that her sweater was packed at the bottom of her suitcase. I thought for a second, and then offered her my overcoat. She paused for a second, flashing a quick and slightly quizzical glance down to my crotch, then agreed and thanked me. I handed her my overcoat and she put it on. It was huge on her, but I noticed with some pleasure how tight the fabric was around her chest. She looked up again and said, “molto meglio.” Much better. I smiled and let my eyes linger on her chest. Even in the shadowy darkness I could see her blush, which I liked. She asked what I did and I told her I was a photographer, spending some time in Naples for an assignment I’d gotten from a travel magazine. It was true, but I didn’t mention that this was my first paid assignment. Her own gaze returned to my crotch before looking away. This surprised me a little, so I decided to make small adjustments in my position to see if she really had sized me up. I lifted a leg up on to the bench and rested on an elbow, a position that looks a lot more comfortable than it is but served the purpose of thrusting my cock between my thigh and pant leg to reveal its size and shape. I did a quick check and was happy enough with the effect: the shaft showed long and thick almost half way down my leg, the head a noticeable bulge and even my balls were somewhat defined by the seam of my jeans. As we talked I noticed her looking out the window while she spoke, but each time she looked at me her eyes stopped for a nearly imperceptible glance at my cock. I was enjoying the tension that was rising between us, but the position I was in was becoming painful so I sat up. In a flash of creativity, I asked if she wanted to see some of my photography. She said she did, so I took a small album from my backpack, a collection of family and travel pictures I had taken over the past couple of years. They weren’t exceptional, but some were interesting and I had ulterior motives for wanting to show them to her. I sat down to her right and we turned on a reading light to see the pictures by. With the album in my lap, I flipped slowly through the pictures, explaining who the subjects were and humbly apologizing for their poor quality. The light was weak so I adjusted my body and the album so she could see better. Each shift brought my crotch closer to the light and album. I realized that with one subtle shift it would be in plain view, but not too obvious. I lifted the album, adjusted slightly and let the album down again only two inches from where it had been. My cock twitched slightly as I realized how visible it was. I flipped the page and we looked at some pictures of my last trip to Italy, the summer before. There were the usual pictures of fantastic scenery around Naples, some more artistically inspired ones of rock formations on Capri, and then some shots of myself and a few friends at the beach. We laughed at some of these, and she pointed at my “ridiculous” American swimsuit, the usual massive boxers that Italians despise, preferring to wear the Speedos that Americans find repulsive. As she pointed she pressed the album down onto my thigh and penis, evincing a slight gasp from me. She pulled her hand away quickly, then seemed almost to laugh. I asked what was funny, and she hummed and said, “oh… nothing.” I didn’t let her off so easy, though, and said, “No, what, you can’t laugh at me without saying why.” “Well,” she said, “I was thinking, maybe they don’t make your size.” I looked at her and she looked back, then looked down at my cock. I smiled a little. Her hand was touching mine, resting along my thigh. I felt it move, pushing my hand slowly away. In a slow, drawn out motion she let each of her fingers come into contact with my shaft, slowly wrapping them over and around it until her hand held me firmly. Her hands were not small but there were still a few inches above her fingers toward the head. She began to stroke, softly and tentatively, coaxing my cock to erection. As I swelled she let out a quiet moan and squeezed. I reached my arm around her and pulled the zipper of my overcoat down over her chest. She pressed my hand under her shirt and against her breast, and it was my turn to moan as I felt the incredible size of the soft warm globe. She unbuttoned my fly and attempted to fish my cock out from my pants. Her fingers reached the base of the shaft through the hole of my boxers and tugged on it. Gradually, my cock appeared as a loop disappearing into my pants. Finally, the head popped out and it flexed up in a huge erection. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened slightly. “It is so beautiful,” she said. I loved watching her stroke me, pulling the skin up and down the length and massaging the head with the palm of her other hand. I felt her breasts and squeezed her nipples in response. Her stroking became more aggressive as precum began to flow from my cock. I swelled and throbbed and moaned, loving how eager she was to make me cum but not wanting it to end. I reached down and grabbed her hand, stopping her briefly while I pulled her shirt and bra over her head. Her breasts were huge and round, and her nipples pointed out in visible arousal. She pulled my cock up to them and touched the wet tip of my cock head to her nipples. My huge member was engulfed by her breasts as she wrapped them around me. I began to thrust into the hot crevice between her breasts. She held them close together, enjoying the sensation and obviously proud of her endowment. Her hand disappeared between her legs as I pumped more vigorously into her breasts, and I heard the unmistakable sound of her fingers plunging into a very wet vagina. With a muffled cry she looked down at my shaft between her breasts and shuddered. The scent of feminine arousal was strong in the cabin. She pushed me back almost violently and held my cock straight up. She slid her skirt up her legs, pushed her panties to one side and straddled me. The image of her incredible body framed by the train window behind her, and my cock standing proudly between the shadows between her legs was so intense that for a second I wished I had my camera. That second passed when I felt her rubbing my cock head along her pussy lips, preparing both of us for what was coming. I felt her gyrating, mashing herself down over my cock, and I felt myself sinking inside her, spreading her lips apart and opening her up inside. Half way down she began to shake and moan in stutters, and I leaned back to give her a better angle. The final few inches were a slow process of thrusts and twists, and when I felt her mound touch mine my cock head was just touching her cervix. Our fit was perfect and I began to thrust and stroke in harmony with her own passionate attempts to take yet more of me inside her. Her breasts swayed heavy and I sucked on her nipples at the apex of each thrust. The pace was quickening and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I told her so, and she only increased the intensity, telling me “vieni, vieni.” Come, come. And I did. I released an enormous jet deep inside her, feeling the cum escaping around my thrashing cock and spilling over my balls. I moaned deeply and grasped her breasts tightly as my orgasm intensified. I felt her squeeze her pussy tightly and sink down hard onto my cock, stimulating the head with wide gyrations. The cum flowed from me in long throbbing spurts. I moaned and my hips thrust of their own accord. Her own clenching began to flutter, and as I looked up at her I realized she was about to cum as well. My cock thickened in renewed arousal and I felt her orgasm at the moment it hit: a sharp spasm that traveled the length of her pussy. I was still cumming when she began to cry out in pleasure, a new sensation adding to the intensity as the moisture traveled down my cock and made a tighter friction. We came together now, thrusting and bucking until finally we both collapsed and lay in a sweaty pile. I held her to me, keeping my cock embedded deep within her body. When I awoke, the train was leaving the station in Rome. My overcoat covered my naked body. In spite of that, I wondered for a moment if I had dreamt the whole thing. I kicked myself for falling asleep, but as I remembered the events of the evening my cock sprang to life. As the train sped past the suburbs of Rome, an attractive older woman entered the cabin, put her luggage on the overhead rack and sat down across from me. She looked at me, glanced down to the tent that my erection made and, with a shy smile, said, “ciao.”