She!

'Yes, Minni. I can,' I said in that familiar voice. Vasili had taken over his tribe at 19 by sword right. Then he and his men had taken over seven evilly governed neighboring tribes, combining them into a powerful force for good that, he knew from history, outlasted him.

'Oh, God!' she sighed. 'You're magnificent.'

'Yes, I am,' I said, my voice rumbling from deep within my breast. I had never had need for modesty. The hand that had held a five foot scimitar covered her breast, almost squeezing it too hard. The hard full lips on the square jawed face lowered to hers gently and spread them to allow my tongue deep into her opened mouth.

My long thick finger found the opening between her legs, spreading her open around it. It found her maidenhead before it could be stopped at the knuckle. It brought her an orgasm almost as my palm covered her mound from hip to hip. I pushed the covers to the floor.

'Oh God!' she sighed. 'Oh God!'

'You have an obstruction we must deal with first,' I said. I'd known she was a virgin since I had been a dog. One of those things a dog senses. Neither the boys' stumbling probes of her or Einstein's had broken it.

'Yes,' she hissed. 'I want you to. I want you to make me a woman.'

'Then touch me, woman,' I almost growled. Her hand tentatively came to my cock as it stood out from my powerful thighs. I'd almost forgotten what a wonderful body this was. The uncircumcised head was so sensitive I shuddered with her slight touch. 'I'll fill you full of me,' I promised.

'Oh, yes,' she sighed.

I turned to my back, removing my finger from her and almost spanned her ribcage with my hands before I picked her up from the bed, rigid with a kind of fear and anticipation. I lifted her above me, only her hands staying on my rippling biceps and spread her legs before lowering her over me.

My cock slid gently into her body until we touched only at my hands around her still and at her maidenhead. In a motion, I pressed her irresistibly down onto it, eliciting a squeal of pain. I poised her there on me until the pain had passed and her knees finally contacted the bed at the sides of my thighs.

I edged one then the other hand up until her breasts were in the palms of my hands as her upper body hung above me supported on them. I moved my hands, crushing her breasts again and again until she began responding again. I could feel her cunt pulsing around me.

Moving slowly, I began moving her up and down my length from my tip to my mound, pressing her hard onto it to stimulate her clit. As her legs began moving incoherently, I plunged her onto me over and over and over again at that same slow pace until she was gurgling with her need to cross over. Then, in a dozen swift, hard strokes, I brought her to her climax.

I lowered her body to my chest then, wrapping my arms all the way around her until my hands were almost at her breasts again. I knew I could easily crush her chest because this body had done that to more than one man in mortal combat. One hand trailed down to her waist, rubbing her almost roughly, and to her prominent buttocks. I kneaded each one repeatedly until her middle was moving up and down on my length again, her breathing heavy on my neck.

I pressed a finger into her asshole and felt her orgasm again and again before I had moved it or allowed her to begin pumping up and down my length again. She was grunting like a pig as she spasmed around me.

Then I started the long slow strokes again, aided this time by my finger's friction in her rectum as it pulled out and pressed back in.

I speeded my movements until she was panting for breath and both our climaxes neared. Then I speeded again and we both tumbled over the edge, my cock filling her body with its pulsing hot contents. Her entire body convulsed around me from calves to cock to finger to her hands and arms at my biceps. Her teeth cut into my shoulder as she screamed. It was magnificent.

As she came back to herself, she tasted my blood and licked me clean of it before moving back. I lifted her bodily free of me and laid her down beside me again. I don't know whether she slept or lost consciousness but I know she didn't feel Sue's body back beside her.

My soft shoulder was unharmed as I fell asleep. I smiled to myself. I'd forgotten how I enjoyed the barbarian's body.

Chapter 15

By the end of the first month of school, I had a cadre of girlfriends, had figured out my courses and how to study for them, and was known as the quarterback's girl. I'd planned on all but the last one and enjoyed each. But I really wasn't the quarterback's girl. He hadn't even asked me out yet.

The reason we were identified with each other was our lunches every day and the walks together between classes. I'd also gone to all the football games and a couple of practices to watch him.

I thought he was a magnificent creature. Poised. Intelligent. Fluid in his easy movements. Strong in a gentle way. All around, he was a great catch. I just hadn't caught him yet. He was certainly the topic of a lot of female conversation.

I got together with one or more of my girlfriends a couple of days during the week and some weekend days and nights. The girls, Becky foremost and Ann and Veronica later, were all intelligent, good-looking, and chatterboxes. I loved them all in different ways.

Becky was the quiet one, very reserved unless you were alone with her. Then she turned her personality loose, not fearing rejection, and became a real wonder. It seemed she knew something about almost everything with only a few erroneous ideas or bad information. I worked hard around all the girls not to be overbearing and know-it-all but I sometimes had to fight myself to keep from correcting ridiculous statements. Of course I had that problem with adults as well.

Becky was a little taller than me with almost white hair she kept in a ponytail most of the time. She was the reason we experimented with makeup one night at a slumber party. Without makeup, she was mousy and uninspiring looking even with a tiny waist and wonderful legs. With some eyebrow pencil, mascara, and blush, she was gorgeous.

Ann was tall – we told her she was statuesque but she was really just tall and skinny. We made her stop stooping to hide her height and even got her to wear high heels that emphasized it. She got a lot of looks now, particularly at her very long and well shaped legs, and they were all positive. She was starting to date one of the basketball players whom she had to stretch on tiptoes to kiss.

Veronica was our wildcard. Dark haired and dark complected, she was exotic in a way I had been familiar with in Eastern Europe. If she'd had a Slavic or Germanic accent, I would have known the name of the town she came from. As it was, that heritage was probably two or three generations removed. She has full lips that, if I had been a guy, I would have died for. That and very large breasts for her 110 pound body.

What truly made her our wildcard was that she was as sexually oriented as anyone I've ever known. She thought it, talked it, and did it whenever possible. She was mentally very sharp but seemed to be able to turn any conversation to sex with ease. Not wanting to be held down to any one guy, she dated a mix of guys, one after another, and her reputation was terrible and probably deserved.

We all had one thing in common: we were not part of the social structure. Becky wasn't particularly interested in other girls at school, Ann had been an outcast since grade school because of her height, Veronica was a 'slut,' and I was new and unusual.

I was quickly identified as a 'brain' by the truly stupid in the school because I got my homework in on time, did well on the tests (though purposely not perfect), and always had the answer to questions when no one else did. I explained my knowledge of French by saying I had a French friend in New York once. Actually I'd been French a very long time ago (really a Briton). I worked hard not to overpower history (an easy course for me). I did well in Biology because I was very very interested in it and was kind of continuing a search for the reason for my being. Psychology was just fun, which made it easy. English was no problem with the writing assignments challenging while the high school dissection of literature fairly grating. The Calculus, not invented when I'd last taken mathematics formally, was my hardest course and the most time consuming. Luckily, both Becky, in the evenings occasionally, and Will, during lunch periods, could help me with it.

Because my group of friends was open to anyone, Minni was frequently with us when we went out and always