Heather Smith From: Nick Brancher [sidious169@hotmail.com] Sent: 29 June 1999 09:40 To: sadwank@onelist.com Subject: [sadwank] The Object of Desire (It's so big!) From: Nick Brancher Note, I wasn't able to retain any of the word in itaclics, which helped add inflection to the dialog. And many of my "..." were turned into weird boxes. Also, some of the indents didn't carry through (I cut and pasted the story from Microsft word and into Hotmail) I hope it doesn't ruin the overall effect. Enjoy Doctor Who: The Object of Desire PROLOGUE: Time's Meet He suddenly saw nothing. He had not seen anything for a long time...how long he doesn't know. All he knows is that he didn't see anything before, and now he sees nothing. There is a certain appreciative quality about nothing, something that he learned, before he was trapped once again. Trapped. Again. He didn't remember anything before those words thought. That instant an exponential amount of memories flooded over him. He knew he was trapped once, and is trapped once again. After choosing a vessel to hold his essence, but it decayed...whittled away and pulled into...Here. He remembered all his attempts of escape, but this one stuck out. There was something important here. The significance was trying to claw its way out of nothing and reappear in his head. He tried to escape often, but this last one came back to... THE DOCTOR! He remembered vividly the meddler, the rouge, the one set on denying all logic, fighting for a futile cause, one that is insignificant in importance to Him. Dotting across time, Time. He was a time lord. The Doctor was, and so was he. But he is more. He looked out into nothing, and saw his memories laid out like a still life or a landscape, coalescing, reforming as new memories came in to fit in the puzzle. The concept of time was entered, and the landscape of his memories rippled and quaked and sprouted to five dimensions. Throughout the patchwork field, sparks of blue and Grey began to dot along it. It took the form of a blue rectangle, THE TARDIS. One of the great creations of their civilization. But this TARDIS belongs to the Doctor. Fury raised within him. He reached out and swung at the TARDIS. While he did this he knew that it was futile, he can’t manipulate anything within this unreal prison. Until he touched it. The touch was ever so slight, his hand nearly passed through it, but he felt the molecules. He felt the relative dimensions; he felt the life inside. He knows he shouldn't have. Unless... Unless he wasn't in the same prison he originally thought! He felt the TARDIS, after a surge of rage. Rage is a powerful emotion. Emotion fuels the living creature. He is alive, now he's sure of it. Though this emotion, he touched reality. He remembered other emotions. Hope, Determination (What the Doctor favors); then Hatred and Malevolence (remembered his victories); Pride and Triumph. He lashed out his hand and felt a planet destroy at his release. The Patchwork memory landscape rippled and burned red with power. With this power, he thought he can destroy the Doctor for what he did to me! The tempest of Emotions fell silent. This was possible but not wise. He would still be trapped. He needed to escape. Strong Emotions allowed him to touch reality, but his powerful outburst wasn't enough to set his entire body free. He needed more. It took him a whole pico-second to think of a plan. He would catch them. He looked across his empire, his realm, his landscape of his past memories. He found a tiny object that shone brightly of a powerful emotion, something he barely remembered. He plucked it from the field; it pulsed in his hand. It gave out emotions and pulled emotions back in and locked it there. What emotions it was generating, he could not tell, nor did he care. The important thing is that it also stored them. He took the object with him and went to the TARDIS, weaving through the cosmos. He trailed the TARDIS'ES path through time, a hazy blue line spiraling, figure eighting, hopping, weaving and crossing almost every point in the Galaxy at least once. This is perfect. He mustered up every atom of willpower and concentrated on his desires. His Desire to destroy those who oppose him, his desire to be free. The energy in the Anti-matter world surged within the object, which he pushed against the border of his prison. It slowly pushed through, turning into matter, and landing right where he wanted it to. The blue line of the TARDIS's trail turned purple. Now it was all a matter of time. He turned to his landscape of memories, and began to shape his temporary home. The TARDIS groaned to a halt. It felt like a car accident, but in five dimensions. Sam Jones was thrown out of bed landed on her door and rolled into he hallway. Thankfully, she was hugging a pillow, which cushioned her impact. She got up and rushed to the Console room. She was only dressed in a pair of silk pink Panties and a matching bra, but the Doctor wouldn't care. One time he interrupted her shower just to tell her that they were out of her favorite brand of Vegan Milk, and asked if she could stand replicator milk in her tea. Not one "Oh my! Excuse me Sam" or "I say Sam, nice rack". She put it out of her mind, by this time she's goten used to the fact that the Doctor doens't even know the meaning of sexuality. Besides, this seemed like an emergencey, and emergencies don't wait for you to get dressed. She barreled into the Console room, ran to the Console. "Doctor! Doctor!" she screamed. To which she heard a faint response, from across the room, "Give me the news, I've got a bad case of loving you" she looked over her shoulder and saw the Doctor, listening to an early 80's walkman, while polishing valuable items from his bookshelf. His head was nodding to the beat of the song, curls bobbing up and down, singing along to an old classic Rock song Sam maybe heard once or twice as a child. 'This impact threw me out of my slumber and my room, and he didn't even register it. If this is one of his experiments” She narrowed her eyes and marched over to him and poked the Doctor on the shoulder. He stumbled a bit in suprise, put the object down with his left hand and turned off the Walkman with his right and turned around. "Sam! You're not dressed!" Her authoritative air vanished and soon she blushed all over. He's seen her naked, and now he's suprised that she's in her undies! She stammered for a second, then regained as much composure as she could, still blushing deep. "Didn’t you feel that?" "I turned around didn't I? Shouldn't you get something on?" She said lightly. She flushed deeper, closed her eyes and rubbed her temples and tried to fight the urges that her subconscious was screaming to do. "Something hit the TARDIS..." "Did it?" "And threw me out of my bed and into the hallway." "Oh Sam! Are you alright?" His tone immediately became concerned. The Doctor reached out and held her shoulders, looking for any cut or bruises. Sam, her eyes still closed, for a moment, swooned at his touch... 'If only, if only' The cool air of the TARDIS'es cavernous Console room contrasted the warmth of the Doctor's touch. She felt her nipples form into thick rubbery points underneath her bra. She felt her muscles relax. 'If only he...’ She thought during this half second, before opening her eyes. The Doctor looks with nothing but worry. 'If only he looked at me in a different way.' He cared about her, she always knew that, but She always hoped that he would look at her as something more than just a pupil, more than a traveling companion, more than a friend. She pulled away from his grip and composed herself. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little shaken. But you didn't even feel it? It was like something crashed into us!" The Doctor shrugged his shoulders "No. No, I've just been waiting for the TARDIS to finish compiling data of the surrounding area...I was just doing some spring-cleaning. But now...” He cracked his knuckles, a harmony of snaps in succession, and walks briskly to the Console. "Now there is a puzzle to solve!" He starts to look at the Ship's status controls. Things are back to normal. The Doctor is occupied with something; she received a firm reminder that she doens't stir up a single bit of desire in him. She goes over to the console and leans over it. "So what kind of stuff is the TARDIS compiling?" "Oh, weather patterns, local news, football scores" "You could have just gotten a paper you know." He tapped the console. "Not for what I need. I found some holes in the Database, not dangerous really, just incomplete. I wanted to re-record these readings, in case there was anything important had happened. I don't want to miss anything." Sam snorted at the remark. "What do you have to do?" "Nothing. It's rather boring, just let the TARDIS do her stuff." He pats the console softly. "I was going to wake you to see if you wanted to go for a walk" She perked up. "I'd love to!" "Great! Oh, wait a moment..." The TARDIS started to chirp. He punched a couple of buttons and his eyes widened "My word...The TARDIS WAS hit by something...traces of Antimatter energy... an impact of... gracious...” His attention was fixated on the screen. "Sam, I'm truly sorry, but I need to get to the bottom of this. Why don't you go for a walk without me? It's a lovely day." Sam walks back to her room, and picks up the clutter that spilled out of her room. Her pillow, some of her T-shirts, and some old activist fanzines she got at a benefit concert somewhere in 90's America. She hefted the stuff up and dumped it on her bed. She looked over at her dresser, which she had only half filled with her things, it was smashed open and her stuff and someone else’s stuff was strewn about. There was something in the center of the whole mess that caught her eye. It was a smooth indigo gem, with a diameter equal to that of a large pocketwatch. She picked it up and it sent soft sensations through her. She gazed in its sparkle, which seemed to twinkle into infinity. ‘Probably from some alien world’ Sam thought, and put it down carefully on her bed and dug up some clothes. "Lovely Day" The doctor said. She pulled off her Bra and panties. She realized she forgot to ask what time of year it was. She whipped out some random boxers and slipped them on. She couldn't find her sports bra, so she just pulled on a Navy blue tank top with a Chinese Dragon design on it. She rummaged through her things and pulled out a large pair of Khakis and a weird belt that used to be a seatbelt from the Doctor's VW Bug. She unrolled a pair of socks and laced up her Vans. She looked in the mirror and smiled. She loved the Baggy, baggy pants with the tiny tight shirt combo...Upon reflection, this fashion trend was the best thing to come out of the 90's. She'd hate to see the near future, when this would be considered tacky, and something terrible would replace it. She was about to stroll out, when she turned around. The Stone seemed to beckon her back. She picked it up and Put it in her pocket. "You might want a jacket” Sam’s heart skipped a beat. The Doctor came into the room, with some equipment. "You said it was a lovely day right?" "A lovely autumn day, sorry... Don't worry about the mess, I'll have the TARDIS fix it up good as new, once I've finished taking some readings." She grabbed a blue sweatshirt with Grey sleeves and hood put it on and zipped it up. "Buy the way, where and when are we?" "Corner of 5th and Birch, 2:30 PM" She slapped her forehead, and said sarcastically, "City, country, Month and Year please" "Right, silly of me. London, England, September 1963" At the Coal Hill High School, Susan Foreman was packing up after class. It never took long; she only had to pack up her textbooks and her notebook. She never brought anything to school anymore. The last time she brought something, it wound up not liking the atmosphere of the Science room and evaporated and ran away. She didn’t know how to explain the phenomenon of sentient gas life forms of Tektas 6 to Mr. Chesterton, and she was made fun of by almost everyone in her class. She acted irresponsibly, bringing an alien life form (albeit a harmless and cuddly one) to a public place. She left the school building and sniffed at the cool air. The Leaves were beginning to turn and it was one of the most beautiful sights she’d ever seen. She loved Earth, but frequently felt out of place. No one her age at the school could possibly understand what she was really feeling. Not even Mr. Chesterton, who was very nice and very understanding, but not open minded at all. She wanted someone who could talk with her about anything. She wanted camaraderie, someone to listen to; a friend. She had her Grandfather, of course, but most of the time he was too busy gathering important supplies and finding new ways to keep people away from the Junkyard. There was one other person, she smiled and ran to the Apartment building on Birch Street. Henry was an elderly gentleman who tended a quaint newspaper stand She frequently went there after school to discuss world events, world event she knew about. Everyone else paid him no mind, too busy in their routine to take notice of a kind old man. One day she looked through a paper and saw a headline about President Kennedy. It was an article about a charity event, but Susan shook her head sadly. Henry chimed in and said “Sad day, wasn’t it?” It was an August day, but she knew he meant that fateful day in November that was yet to happen. Ever since, she would talk to him when she felt out of place. Today, things were a little different. Henry was having an animated discussion with a strangely dressed young girl. As she approached, Henry stood up and waved to her. “Susan! Come over here! You’ve got to meet someone!” The Girl turned around and wore a mischievous smile, and was dressed strangely indeed. “This is, oh, what was your name young lady?” The girl held out her hand “Barbara Strisand, you can call me Babs.” Susan shook her hand and cocked an eyebrow and a smile, “The Barbara Strisand, huh?” Henry laughed out loud and straightened his bright blue tie. “She saw through you old girl, just like I guessed! Susan, “Barbara” here is also a (ahem) traveler.” Susan was taken aback! “You’re a ti-, you travel too?” she held her hand to her chest, “Oh, where are you from?” The girl put her hands in her pockets. She looked at Susan with a grin. “Here, from the late 90’s, I actually went to that school, until” Susan nearly leapt with joy. “You went to Coal Hill too? What is it like?” “Pretty bad, there were a lot of pushers and punk kids who made life miserable. There was a lot to do though.” “Like what?” “Oh, rallies, protests, kind of boring mostly” She shifted her weight and looked away. Susan looked at her with earnest eyes. “I’d love to hear more.” Sam spent the afternoon telling stories about her life in the 90’s, benefit shows and recycling, and Susan was fascinated by everything! Sam even told her boring stories about her boring parents, and Susan wanted to hear more. She spiced up some of the stories with lies, before she realized that Susan was interested in the boring old truth. Susan was a beautiful young woman. She had deep blue eyes that seemed to go on forever, like the Doctor’s. She had petite elfin features, and once she got comfortable around her, a zesty, impish attitude to match them. She giggled a lot, sometimes at things that weren’t meant to be jokes. She wore a nice white silk blouse with a navy blue blazer with brass buttons. Her skirt, pleated; The Tartan, blue and red. Sam wondered if people in the 60’s drooled over this outfit as much as they do in the 90’s. They neared a dingy part of a neighborhood, near an old Junkyard. It read ‘I.M. Foreman’ on the old paint peeled wall. Sam tapped Susan on the shoulder and said in baritone “I’m Foreman. Susan Foreman” Susan looked confused, and Sam pointed up at the sign. She started to giggle and laugh uncontrollably and said “You do a good Brosnan” Sam looked surprised “That was my best Connery! Anyway, what’s up with this place? Your Grandfather own it or something?” Susan shrugged her shoulders. “Sort of, This is where I live.” She opened the door and walked inside. Sam followed her through all the trash and junk, with a low feeling. She saw a lot of this in her own time, good people who live in shit places. “You don’t have a place to live?” Susan kept walking “Oh no! You’ll see, you might be familiar with these, being a time travelerMy Grandfather keeps it here to avoid attention.” She turned a corner among the junk and Sam couldn’t believe her eyes. “The TARDIS!” She blurted out. Susan smiled gently. “Yes, well A TARDIS, this is,” “Just like the one I travel in!” “Oh, well, it may look like this one, probably just took the same form. There are a lot of Police Boxes around” Sam snuffed. “Mine is lucky to assume any other form” Susan hadn’t heard her, she already opened the door and walked inside. Sam looked around. “Definitely not the same type. Mine a lot older.” “Really? What type?” She smiled at Sam with interest. “Uh, it’s uh, a 386doesn’t even have a Pentium chip” before she finished her sentence she was mentally kicking herself for making such a dumb lie. Susan just laughed and patted her on the arm. “Oh Sam, you are so funny. Come on, I’ll show you around.” Sam walked with Susan, and listened to her stories. Her grandfather was a fugitive, hiding from her own people. He must be more covert than the Doctor was, he said from time to time that he went back to his home planet, and that he was even President for a time. Sam wondered about her GrandfatherShe lost herself in Susan’s ramblings, and realized that she hadn’t removed her pockets since she met Susan. She was rotating the Jewel in her hand subconsciously, and she started to feel very nervous and self-conscious. Susan opened up a door and put her bag on the floor. It was a small room, but very furnished. It has a four-post bed, a loveseat, a white wooden chair in front of an old Victorian dresser with a cherry finish. Very cozy looking. “Lots of old stuff here” Sam noted. “Actually, it’s brand new, We got it a year ago, in the late 1890’s. I’ve always enjoyed the beauty of the antiques here of this planet.” Sam fingered the jewel more, and her heart fluttered. Without another thought, she whipped out the jewel and held it to the light. “What do you make of this?” Sam said, holding it up to the lamplight. Susan looked at Sam holding the Jewel prismatic glints played across its surface like stars in the sky, or like fleeting moments and seconds in the vortex. She held Sam’s wrist gently with her right hand, got a better look at it. She was awe struck “It’s beautiful.” She touched it with her right finger. At that moment a light tinge of energy coursed from the Jewel and flowed through the two girls. It felt like a calm sweeping over them, and a light-headedness that comes when one stays up all night. Susan and Sam looked at each other; their stares dove deep into the other’s eyes. Blue eyes into blue eyes, going farther and farther delving into subconsiousness, and twisting and intertwining deep into each other’s desire. The visual connection held and was as strong as the tunnels of time were long. Out side the girls connected subconscious, Susan closed her left hand over Sam’s. Meanwhile, The Doctor sat down at an outdoor café. He was the only person sitting outside on this brisk day, and a woman grudgingly came out and took his order. He ordered a glass of water with a slice of Lemon, and a plain Bagel with cream cheese. She informed him that they didn’t have bagels, and if they did, they would have stopped serving them hours ago. He settled for the fruit dish, and thanked the woman graciously with a warm smile. She stalled, made eye contact with the smiling man, and smiled back. As she walked back inside, the Doctor set his pocketwatch. It was almost four. “Wonderful!” said the Doctor. Today must be his lucky day. He finished recording and analyzing the impact data, cleaned up Sam’s room and gave it a good dusting, enjoyed a brisk walk, and now, he gets to hear one of his favorite sounds in the universe. His pocketwatch and Big Ben, chiming along in harmony. He designed the watch himself, making sure that the notes of the alarm harmonized the huge timepiece. The clocks began to chime, and the Doctor closed his eyes. Something was wrong! There was an echo in his watch! “Oh no no no no” he said and began to pry open the back. “No, no young man, you wouldn’t want to do that now, hm?” The Doctor turned around a looked into a mirror. “Yours is on time. I need to recalibrate mine a few microseconds.” He said with a giddy smile. “Mind if I sit down?” The old man did so without waiting for an answer. He had a head of wild twisty white hair (closely cut on the sides and back) and big bushy salt and pepper eyebrows. He wore large baggy electric blue zoot suit trousers and suspenders that held them up higher than necessary. The sleeves of his pressed white shirt were rolled up at his elbows, and wore a wide Electric blue necktie around his neck. He had rolled up newspaper under his arm. The Doctor put his watch away. “I hadn’t expected to see you here, at least not” “Yes, not the other one. We shouldn’t really run into him this early in the game you realize. Do us a favor, lay low, or change your clothes. I actually thought YOU were him for a moment!” The Doctor looked down and smiled. “Yes, rather similar, now that you mention itSo what are you,” “You know I can’t tell you.” The Doctor put on a playful look “Oh come on, not even a little” The old man smiled “Nope. Sorry. Too intricate, Too big, too involved. Besides. It’ll go way over your head.” He chuckled lightly “By the way. I saw Sam.” “Yes. she’s out for a walk” “I know. We started to talk about ‘things’” “Like what?” “Susan stopped by too” He looked at the Doctor, whose face washed over with realization. “You’d better go, wouldn’t want any thing to happen, now would we?” The waitress came out with the Doctor’s order. He got up and pushed a ten-pound note in her hand and ran off. She ran inside with her great tip incase the Doctor changed his mind. The man watched him clear the corner, and then reached for the glass of lemon water and the fruit dish. He popped a grape in his mouth and smiled. ‘Well, everything should be fine now. No harm done in the end,’ the Doctor thought, ‘and I got a free meal out of it too!’ He laughed and took a sip of the water. Sam and Susan noses lightly meet and they nuzzle. Susan closed her eyes and moans as Sam kisses behind her ear and down her cheek, continuing down her neck. Their hands separate and they embrace. Jewel falls and bounces on the plush carpet. Sam explores Susan’s back, running them down the curvature, and caressing her buttocks through the skirt. She reached down under the skirt and squeezes a cheek in each hand. “Oh, oh my, oh yes, Sam ” She slid off her blazer and looked at her. Sam was kneading Susan’s rear delicately, which Susan as hot as a firecracker. She had to do something or she would have cum right then and there. She had a tremendous lack of experience with this sort of things and didn’t want to ruin it. Sam’s oversized sweatshirt was unzipped, off her shoulders and hanging from her elbows. Her nipples were pressing against her Dragon tank top and begging to be released. Susan removed Sam’s hands from her bottom, her arms falling to the side causing her hoodie to fall to the floor. Susan pulled the tank top off of Sam, freeing her generous breasts (generous for a teenager at least) and exposing them to the cool air of the room. Susan takes a step back to remove her blouse and bra and looks at Sam. Her big eyes were still closed and she was breathing heavily from her plump pouting lips. Groups of blonde strands framed her face and their slightly tousled nature added to her sexual appeal. Her long neck led her down to her quivering, naked chest. Her plump breasts were glazed with a light sweat, and her nipples were hardening. She had delicious athletically toned midriff (she must excersize often); which contrasted the excessive bagginess of her pants, which hung low on her waist, exposing the top of her Daffy Duck silk boxers. Sam stood there, eyes closed and shivering. Susan removed her shirt then stopped touching her. She tried to hold her feelings back, but a tear ran down her cheek. She wasn’t attractive, she thought, she was repulsive. Her self-loathing started to grow, and she started to cry. “Sam! What’s wrong?” Sam couldn’t stop her tears. “I’m so ugly,” she sobbed “I couldn’t even getYou, you don’t even find me…” “Sam” she said softly, touched by her sensitivity “I’ve never been with anyone before, and I knew nothing about love. Until you touched me that is. Now I know all I need to know, that you are more beautiful than all Seven Thousand Wonders of the Universe.” Sam opened her eyes, and Saw Susan. She sat in the wooden chair, pulling her translucent undershirt up over her young breasts. She was completely nude, and has one foot propped up on the seat of the chair, exposing her Virgin Gallifreyan Glory to her. ‘She actually wants me’ Sam’s tears were flowing so abundantly that her eyes hurt. She lunged forward and embraced Susan, and cried “Susan, you don’t know how much what you said means to me.” Her sobs were so heavy she barely managed to get those words out. Susan held the back of Sam’s head and kissed her full on the lips. They pressed lips passionately for so long, that Susan almost lost her breath. Susan kissed behind Sam’s ears and continued down to her breasts. She pressed the plump mounds together and licked the left nipple. She kneaded the right one between her forefinger and thumb as she sucked as much of the left breast into her wet mouth as possible. She took turns salivating over Sam’s breasts, smearing her spit over them and massaging her into a hot frenzy. Susan stood up pressed her chest against Sam’s. Their rock hard nipples met. Sam held up her tits, and circled Susan’s hard nipples with her own. She looked at Susan’s face as the sensation registered. Her head was back and neck was limp at each circular pass on her breasts. Sam held Susan by the rear and held her close. She proceeded to run her body up and down against hers, breasts coming up from underneath, pushing Susan’s up. Susan matched Sam’s motion and a new dynamic was reached. When Sam came up, Susan went down, causing both pairs of breasts to jiggle after they crossed paths. Susan was curiously aware of the building amount of moisture between her legs. She wasn’t sure of what to do next, until she looked at Sam’s legs, still hidden under all that baggy fabric. She slid up for one more tit pass, then shot Sam a smile as she went back down. She knelt down and worked at Sam’s Belt. She pressed in the silver button and the heavy metal pieces came apart, loosening the only thing holding the plus size trousers on Sam’s small waist. The pants fell down with a rush, and Susan continued with her exploration. She grabbed at the Boxers, when the flap came undone. Susan peeked inside. Sam’s pussy was neatly shaven on the side, leaving a narrow stripe of soft blonde hair running up from her crotch. Susan pulled down the boxers and took it all in. Her pussy was glistening, some of her juices running down the side of her leg. She put a finger at the end of the dripping, and brought it to her mouth and licked it. She drew closer to the wet spot in-between her legs and kissed it lightly. Sam’s personal smell wafted in her nostrils and something took over. Susan grabbed Sam’s ass and held her pelvis to her face and she tongued as much as she could. Sam was caught by surprise. Susan’ delicate worshiping of her body was so abruptly cut of by this voracious lust. Not that she was complaining. Susan’s tongue darted lightning quick all over her inner thighs. But she was hugging her legs and ass tightly, prohibiting Sam from spreading her legs, allowing her access to the sweet spots. Sam wriggled free and leapt over onto the bed, bouncing. Susan looked back, with a lustful twinkle in her eye. Sam positioned herself on her back, with her head over the edge of the bed. She looked at Susan, upside down, and she moved like a cat to her. Susan held out her tongue and liked the tip o Sam’s nose. Sam responded, opened her mouth, and let Susan in. She tasted herself second hand, from the mouth of another woman, and she liked it. Susan looked up and saw what she wanted, and crawled up to it. Sam looked straight up at Susan’s young body, until her pussy was directly within range. She darted her neck up, and licked her pink slit before she could start on hers again. Susan yelped with sudden passion, Sam smiled. She continued her tonguing, and Susan lowered her head in between Sam’s legs. They completed a sexual circuit. Sam did one motion, and Susan mimicked it a moment later. Sam held her hands to Susan’s lips, and spread her open. She closed her eyes and ran a tongue into her snatch, and was very surprised at how it felt. She opened her eyes and looked and her pussy seemed different than hers. The walls seemed to be wider on the inside than on the outside! She was about to question weather Susan was really a virgin or not, but before that thought could enter her mind, it vanished when Susan changed her technique. She varied her tempo and lapping speed, it was a WHOLE NEW WORLD. Sam dove back to Susan’s cavernous interior, stretching her tongue to new lengths. Susan panted and sighed while lapping at Sam, the sound lost in Sam’s crotch, adding a new vibration sensation to the list. They worked on each other, and both were sweating immensely. While Susan lustfully devoured her, Sam got creative, and held her pussy open with two fingers. She fluttered her long eyelashes on the upper part of the sensitive skin, while limbering up her free hand. ‘lets see how much bigger she is in there’ Sam thought with a grin, and pushed a finger through. Susan screamed at the sudden penetration. She felt Sam’s finger swish up and down, and completely out, then back, WITH ANOTHER ONE. Her squeals raised and octave. Sam continued with same motion with the pair of digits and then slid back out. Susan was a quick learner, and tried to beat her to the punch. She inserted three of her fingers into her mouth, coating them with ample amounts of Sam’s natural lubricant. She pressed them into Sam the instance that Sam did the same. They both howled in unison. For Susan it was too getting to be too much. Her voice quivered. “S-Sam, keep going, you’re working me up so… keep going up!” Her pussy was really lubed up now, so Sam took a chance and entered her last finger. “Aiugh, Ai, Ah, ah, oh” piped Susan as Sam stroked her inside walls. Sam pulled slightly out, and then tucked her thumb in, “Sam! Don’t sto-ahah-ahhhp there! Keep going further!” Swam braced herself and pushed all the way in, beyond her wrist. Susan sat up and screamed in pure ecstasy, and she let go. A ripple was sent through her, her very first orgasm. Sam was surprised and delighted as an almost endless amount of Gallifreyan girl-cum spilled out and rained down on her face. She savored in the cascade, and then went back to work. After Susan’s release, she started to breath sharply again, but Sam wasn’t stroking her. She wiped her eyes and looked up, something toward the top of her pussy was pushing through. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, Ah Sam, what are you doing?” Sam reached up with her free hand and touched the bulge, and out popped a huge rock hard clitoris! “AH! AH! WHAT IS THAT?” Sam was silent felt her own clitoris throb under it’s hood. She reached her tongue out touched just the tip of it. Susan dove back to Sam’s cunt with a vengeance. She found Sam’s little clit, and stoked it with her finger. Sam responded with a suck on hers. It became a stimuli tennis match, Sam sucking on Susan’s’ huge alien clitoris and burying her hand deep into Susan’s box, Ands Susan working at her clit with her thumb and tongue. Even though Sam has Susan out numbered, She eventually succumbed to little death, she seized and bucked her hips, secretly wanting s a cock inside of her. When the dust settled, she had a thought and started to squirm out from underneath Susan. Susan rolled to the side, allowing Sam to straighten herself. Susan closed her eyes and cooed in bliss, with Sam’s arm still inside of her Sam rotates around and so did her hand. Susan gasped and looked down at her. Sam’s big crystal blue eyes were peeking out over Susan’s left thigh. She started to pull out. The opening was pulled very tight, but the inside seemed to flow around her Sam’s hand like jelly. Susan’s head was swimming. The width of her wrist started to expand Susan’s hole, the sensations started to overcome her, but she kept her eyes locked on Sam’s. She pulled out further, smoothing the walls like and expert clay potter as she went. She pulled out all the way, and started to climb up to Susan’s face. They remained in eye contact as Sam raised her dripping hand to Susan’s mouth. She sucked on her fingers, tasting herself. Sam joined in and they were both feeding off of Sam’s viscous hand. Their foreheads met. They were both panting and out of breath. Susan reached down to her pussy and fingered her new body part. Sam looked down. “It looks like I literally popped your cherry! Popped it out at least.” And what a cherry! Susan’s clitoris was large indeed, almost as big as Sam’s thumb. She got an idea. Susan lay at the head of her bed, legs spread with her arms behind her, propping her up. Sam was siting the same way opposite her. Sam inched closer, an inverted crawl, until her left leg was under Susan’s right, and her right was over Susan’s left. They held each other’s gaze as they inched closer and closer, until both Vaginas met. They squirmed and writhed against each other, swirling their quivering sweat and cum coated love entrances together for a totally new sensation. They grinded into each other aimlessly for a moment, until Susan gained a little stability, and aimed her brand new bulging clitoris and planted it right on Sam’s. Jolts of sensual pleasure surged through the two teens. Susan felt time pulse around her. She pushed her pelvis to Sam, whose breasts bounced up in slow motion, and then bounced back down, the usually quick jiggly motion was now a slow ballet of breasts. She felt Sam push back at her. Susan was flushed all over, and looked at Sam with lust. No, Sam realized, not lust. Love. That whimpering face, hint of a smile and elfish look in her eyes was that of love. She didn’t know exactly how, but she knew. She pulled back for Susan’s thrust. Susan angled her clit to poke into Sam’s pussy, and she was able to wiggle it like a finger inside her. Sam face lit up in surprise and looked at Susan with an elated astonishment, suddenly short of breath and trying to catch it. It was through Sam’s kindness and love that Susan now had this, and she decided to pay her back in full. Sam grinded further onto Susan’s impossible clitoris, which wiggled like a worm inside her. Susan’s loving look caught her attention. She said she was more beautiful than all the wonders of the Universe and now she is appreciating her the best she can. Sam was in rapture to find someone that loved her this way, and felt a surge building up in her. Blonde pubic hair intertwined with Black pubic hair The girls grinded and pumped against each other, never losing speed, for almost an eternity. They laid flat on their back, pushed together with such force their pelvises were in elevated off the mattress a few inches. They gyrated at a faster speed and it happened. They both arched their back as they came in unison. Two white water rivers of cum poured out of the two teenaged lover’s vaginas and crashed in the center. A veritable geyser of human and Gallifreyan juices erupted high above the lovers. It cam splashing down on two rising and falling chests, which were busy both catching breath and laughing in pure unadulterated joy. The girls mustered up enough strength to crawl together and knot themselves in a lover’s embrace. They fell asleep in each other’s arms. They were woken by a light chime about an hour and a half later. Susan bolted upright, breasts jiggling by the sudden movement. “Sam! It’s nine bells! Grandfather will be home soon!” Sam jumped out of bed and scrambled to get her clothes. She still had he running shoes on, in all the excitement she forgot to take them off! She gathered her pants and sweatshirt, no time for her boxers, and she couldn’t find her Tank top. Susan hunched over, her naked rear right in front Sam’s face. ‘Sam not now…’ she spotted her shirt, but underneath lay the Jewel. It was still hypnotic as ever. She picked it up, tingling like the end of a battery. She looked up and Susan had gone. Susan had to get the door open for Sam while she dressed. She felt her tits bouncing like mad as she ran up to the controls. She never walked around au natural, she really enjoyed it. She started flipping switches, and noted the TARDIS monitor was on! It records every movement in the TARDIS and deposits it right into the bank! She quickly selected the previous 24 hours and deleted it. She switched the door open. “Sam! Hurry!” Sam ran in to the console room, her plump breasts swaying up and down and to and fro. She stops and pulls on her pants, doesn’t bother with the zipper and button, just buckles her belt. She pulls her sweatshirt on and zips it up halfway, only barely enough to cover her bare chest. She stood near the open doors and paused. Susan walked over slowly, arms hugging herself. They looked at each other for a moment, and then embraced. There was no need for words anymore. Susan found the perfect companion, someone who shared so much and gave her so much more than anyone in this time ever could. Sam found a deep love for Susan, the only person to see the beauty inside her she thought she never had. They were lovers, a human and a Gallifreyan, who met the most perfect moment of any history. Susan held Sam tight and started to cry. Sam held the back of Susan’s head, pursed her perfect pouty lips and kissed her gently and lovingly on the lips. Susan took Sam’s hands in hers, and placed them on her breasts. One hand on each heart. “You gave me so much” She sobbed softly, almost a whisper. “Now I’ll never see you again.” “What kind of talk is that? I promise you we will see each other again. I may just be a human, but I will break the laws of time to be with you again. I love you.” Susan cried even more and hugged her. Sam started to get all choked up herself. She Susan’s hand in hers. They held hands and gazed into each other’s eyes. This was good by for now. Sam turned to leave, and their hands slipped apart, leaving the Jewel in Susan’s hand. Sam walked out of the junkyard, only looking back when she reached the doorway to the street. She waved and mouthed “bye”, to her naked Timelord lover at the TARDIS door. Susan waved back, and watched her Human lover slip out of the scrap yard, and out of her life. Epilogue one: The Doctor returned to find Susan standing still at the console, fingering a jewel in her hand. She had a sad look on her face, which she sometimes had. Living in a strange world did that to him at times. Longing for a different place, somewhere more familiar. She took out a small package from his coat and walked over to her. “Susan, child, why the tears, hmm?.” He hugged her. She smiled a sad smile. She wiped the nose on the sleeve of her striped shirt. “I made… a dear friend today. And I fear that I’ll never see her again.” The Doctor held his granddaughter gently. “It can be very hard, Susan. Believe me, I know.” He produced the package and gave it to her. “It may not be much my dear, but I thought of you today, when I saw this scene. They put in a new Police Box, near the newsstand on Birch. It looked so beautiful with the trees changing, yes.” She tore off the brown wrapper and saw it. “I took a temporal capture of it my dear. So you can see the leaves rustling.” She looked at it closely, and saw the memory that she would never forget in a hundred centuries. The first time she met Sam Jones, at Henry’s Newsstand. “Thank you grandfather.” Epilogue two: Sam returned to find the Doctor standing still at the console, holding his watch in his hand. He looked up with a surprised look and quickly hit a switch on the console, switching the monitor off before she could see what was on there. “Hey.” She said, standing at the door. The Doctor looked down and sighed. “I’m sorry Sam.” He said. Sam never saw him like this before. He seemed almost embarrassed, like he almost… She brought her hand to her mouth and gasped. “Doctor, your recordings…” He looked at her with a sad smile. “Yes. I know.” He sighed. “You are a woman Sam. I regret that I hurt you by not noticing.” He walked over to her. He handed a small frame to her, and held her shoulders gently, like her Grandfather did when she was little. “And when you are ready, just ask and I’ll help you break that law of time.” She looked at the picture closely, and saw the memory that she would never forget in a hundred centuries. The first time she met Susan Foreman, in 1963. “Thank you Doctor.” Epilogue three: “Thank you Susan, thank you Sam. And thank you Doctors, all three of you. A sweet little weave of a tale… a weave in a quilt that will cover you all in darkness. My time will come.” --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- Special offer from The Science Fiction Book Club®! Take 5 Star Wars® books for just $1, with membership. Many choices! Go to http://www.onelist.com/ad/doubleday6 ------------------------------------------------------------------------