Golden Ecstasy

ECSTASY 3


 

Golden Ecstasy 3

 

"Mmmhh, Tommy..." Kat murmured, as she slowly swam upwards from the
depths of slumber, rubbing her cheek sleepily against the smooth hard chest
she was resting on. She could feel the chuckle rumbling deep within, and
shifted slightly, twining her legs around the strong thighs, as a smile
played around her lips. She pressed a soft kiss against the warm skin,
and a hand gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, tapping her
playfully on her nose. Wrinkling her brow, she protested with a delicate
yawn.
"Tommy ...!"
The chuckle got more pronounced.
"Sorry, kitten -- wrong guy."
The deep voice was familiar, but it didn’t belong to her boyfriend.
And what did he mean, wrong guy? Suddenly, the blue eyes snapped open,
and a fiery blush stained the fair skin.
"Oh my God ...! Jason?!" Kat tried to extricate herself from the close
embrace, as memories of the night crashed in on her.
He released her willingly enough, his dark eyes sparkling with humour.
As she tried to get her runaway emotions back under control, he propped
his head up on an elbow and watched her, smiling slightly. Kat tried to
cover herself with the rumpled sheet, but only managed to pull it off Jason,
who yelped as the cool morning air hit his backside.
"Hey!"
The blonde felt as if she could die of mortification. Curling in on
herself, she sneaked a peek at the former Gold Ranger from under her bangs
while he distributed the covers more evenly, covering himself in back lea leaving enough sheet so that it fell at least partially over her naked
breasts, which still ached pleasurably from all the attention Jason had
lavished on them during the night. The thought deepened the colour in the
girl’s cheeks as she simultaneously recalled that she had addressed him
by the wrong name. Jason noticed, and guessing at the reason, he leaned
over and brushed a quick kiss against her lips.
"Kat, it’s okay," he reassured her. "Really."
"How can you say that?", she almost wailed. "We’ve just spent the night
making mad, passionate love, and I can’t even remember your name? What
does that say about me?"
"Just that you love Tommy very much," he consoled her, getting serious
as he saw how distressed she was.
"Actually, considering the circumstances, I couldn’t be more glad that
you thought you were with Tommy rather than me."
"Huh?"
"Kat, my greatest worry was that you and Tanya helping me out would
damage your relationships with Tommy and Adam. If the first person you
think of in this situation" -- his gesture encompassed them both, the bed
and the whole cabin -- "is Tommy, then that tells me at least that
you’re in love with him ... and not just out for some thrill, or something."
He frowned slightly. "Does that make any sense?"
Katherine thought his words over for a moment. Hesitantly, she nodded.
"I ... I think so. It’s just ... it seems so ... I don’t know ... impolite?"
That got her a friendly shout of laughter and a somewhat exuberant
hug.
Shaking his head in fond exasperation, Jason looked at her, grinning.
"What, in heaven’s name, has this whole situation to do with politeness?"
Kat had to laugh as well.
"I don’t know! I still feel like I have to apologize, though!"
"Don’t. Believe me, it’s totally unnecessary."
The two shared another grin, then Kat slowly relaxed. Jason raised a
questioning eyebrow as he pulled her back to him, and she smiled, settling
back into his embrace -- not quite as close as when she’d first woken,
but as
very good friends. They lay like that for a few minutes,
savouring their closeness and the lassitude still lingering in their bodies.
Outside, the sun was slowly rising, dispelling the last mists of dawn and
filling the room with golden light. Kat drowsed a little bit; she was not
really a morning person, and it was nice to cuddle like this, warm under
the covers, with Jason’s hand wandering absently up and down her back.
In contrast to the night, there was no intent to excite in the gentle stroking,
rather it soothed and relaxed her. She almost began to circle her fingertips
over his chest, but held back; she was feeling a bit sore and exhausted,
and didn’t want to start the cycle of lust again -- at least, not right
now. Suddenly, a low growl filled the room. Alert, Kat sat up, looking
about. The sound came a second time, from right beside her ... she looked
at Jason, who was grinning again - albeit somewhat sheepishly.
"What was that?" she asked suspiciously, thinking he was trying tase ase
her.
He cast a friendly leer in her direction as he took in her creamy breasts
with obvious appreciation. Kat blushed, but made no move this time to cover
herself; after what they had shared during the night, such modesty would
have been hypocritical.
"Nothing."
She frowned at him; he didn’t do the innocent 'who, me?' look any better
than Tommy. Something, or someone growled again. Kat knew that sound;
just where had she heard it before? Just then, a similar noise, only slightly
less audible, answered. It came from ... the second light growl spread
through Kat’s stomach and up. She began to laugh. Looking at Jason with
mild reproof, she swung her legs out from under the covers.
"Couldn’t you just tell me you’re hungry?"
He rolled over and sat up as she got up and stretchedmirdmiring her
willowy body and fine, smooth skin, which seemed to glow with an inner
flush. His cock twitched again, but at the moment it was surprisingly easy
to control. It seemed the more ordinary hunger he was feeling took precedence
-- small wonder after the night he’d spent making love to Kat!
"I would have ... eventually."
"Yeah, right."
Kat picked up her robe and slipped into it, scowling playfully at his
exaggerated pout.
"I’m going to start the coffee, then take a shower. Are you going to
join me for breakfast?"
"Definitely. Go ahead -- I’ll see to the bed." They’d managed to ruin
another set of sheets. Smiling slightly, Kat nodded her acceptance and
vanished towards the small kitchen. While she set the coffee to percolating,
she took stock of herself. If Tanya could relieve her, she’d be fine later
in the day for her next ‘shift’. The Pink Ranger grinned mentally at the
image. A small giggle escaped her as she envisioned herself and Tanya punching
a clock while they met at the bedroom door.
"What’s so funny?"
Kat shrieked; she hadn’t heard Jason come in. Trying very hard to banish
the wayward thoughts, she turned, her mouth still twitching slightly.
"Nothing."
At his skeptical look, her grin grew a bit broader. However, she wasn’t
going to enlighten him.
"It’s a girl thing. You wouldn’t understand."
"You might try me?", he suggested hopefully, but Kat just shook her
head and went past Jason, patting him patronizingly on the sleeve of his
black-and-red bathrobe, knowing full well that it would drive him absolutely
crazy.
"I don’t think so."
She disappeared into the bathroom with a sassy swish of her hips, closing
the door firmly behind her.

***

The smell of coffee and an insistent ray of morninn onn on her face
woke Tanya from a deep sleep. For a few moments, she just cuddled into
the soft blanket, when a twinge in her right thigh muscle brought her to
full awareness. Massaging the small hurt away, she sat up, slowly looking
around her, remembering where she was and what she was doing here. Tanya
fought down her blush and a sob at her memories of the night before; serving
Jason’s need had been far worse than she’d thought. It wasn’t that he’d
hurt her -- once she’d tied his arms to the bed, he couldn’t have, but
the feeling of being used -- of being nothing more than an ... orifice.
A part of her tried to tell her that that was exactly what this
was all about, but she hadn’t expected to feel so humiliated. *And it’s
not over yet -- if Kat feels like I do ... oh my God, Kat!*
Tanya swung her legs off the couch and grabbed for her robe. Kat had
gone to Jason before midnight -- it was mng nng now. *She must have
been there for hours! If I’m so sore after two hours, how must she be feeling?
Why didn’t she wake me?* A moment’s thought brought the answer, and
made her feel even worse. *Because I wigged out so badly last night;
she must have wanted to spare me!*
She stood on wobbly legs. Actually, her strained muscles were feeling
a lot better; if she could exercise somewhat, or massage them, she’d probably
be allright. A little of the weight eased off her. Inhaling deeply, she
ventured into the hallway, where she was greeted by a fresh breeze coming
through a wide-open window....in the bedroom? Carefully, she approached
the door. The bed was empty and had obviously been redone with fresh sheets;
the bathroom door was open, as well, and nobody was inside. Tanya held
on to the door. Where were Kat and Jason? Just before she could conjure
up worst-case scenarios, an unmistakeable giggle reached her ears, followed
by a deeper chuckle. She followed the sound to the small kitchen. Hesitantly,
she pushed against the swinging door. There, at the small table, sat Jason,
nursing a cup of coffee, while Kat was at the fridge, pouring some orange
juice. Both were wearing bathrobes, and seemed almost indecently cheerful.
*What’s
going on here? Why was I in tears, and Kat looks like she’s eaten a canary?*
Tanya took a tentative step forward. The door creaked slightly in its
hinges, and both her friends’ heads swivelled towards her.
"Tanya!" Soprano and baritone called out her name in unison. With a
few quick steps, Kat was at her side, drawing her into the kitchen and
a warm hug. Jason looked as if he wanted to do the same, but kept his distance
for the moment, just gifting her with a warm smile. He was the first to
address her, though.
"How are you? Are you okay?"
Tanya looked from him to Kat and back. She couldn’t understand their
relaxed attitude; weren’t they supposed to be locked in the bedroom, struggling
with Jason’s overwhelming need? Instead, they were sharing breakfast as
the best of friends, having consumed quite a large quantity of the foodstuffs
they had brought to the cabin judging from the remains on the table. Shaking
her head in confusion, Tanya let Kat guide her to a chair opposite the
former Ranger. She sank down weakly, feeling inexplicably hurt by their
apparent good cheer.
"W-what’s going on here? Why aren’t you ... uh ..." She blushed, but
refused to look away.
Kat exchanged a smile with Jason, then sat down next to Tanya and draped
a comforting arm around her waist.
"Oh Tanya ... I’m so sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"We just didn’t know ... Tanya, we -- all of us -- went about this totally
wrong. Wait, let me explain," the Pink Ranger told her friend, just as
Tanya was about to interrupt her again. She searched a few moments to find
the right words, then looked at the young man across the table, unaccountably
embarrassed. Blushing slightly, she silently asked for, and got, cooperation.
Jason pushed his chair back and refilled his coffee cup.
"Tell you what, why don’t I go outside a bit and you fill Tanya in.
I could probably use some air." With that, he went past the Yellow Ranger,
laying a large, warm hand briefly on her shoulder. She stiffened instinctively,
but the touch was a friend’s, gentle and reassuring. Tanya dared look into
the dark eyes, and found warmth and understanding there. Then, the hand
was removed and Jason left the two girls alone. He wanted -- needed --
to talk to Tanya himself, before the potion reestablished its hold over
his hormones, but he knew it would be easier for both his friends if Kat
could explain to Tanya in private what they had found out during the night.
Sighing, he made his way outside to the porch, where he slowly sipped his
coffee and watched the first waterfowl venture out on the lake.
Inside, Tanya turned questioning eyes to her friend. She was more confused
than ever -- what had produced this remarkable change in Jason?
Kat smiled, and it sent a small shiver down Tanya’s spine. That smile
spoke of victory, of satisfaction, of ... pleasure? It was a smile
Kat usually only wore after Tommy had done something especially romantic
-- and it made Kat look more like her namesake animal than ever. *What
in Heaven’s name is going on here?*
"Kat?" the Yellow Ranger prompted, when no answer was forthcoming.
"Hmm? Oh. Tell me," -- here Kat became very serious, and took Tanya’s
hand in hers -- "how did you manage that first time with Jason? I’m not
trying to pry; there’s a reason I’m asking," she hastily reassured her
teammate.
Tanya swallowed hard and lowered her head in embarrassment. Looking
down at the tabletop, she blushed and it took her some time to answer.
"I ... I straddled him, and ... and ... I basically just held myself
above him, while he ..." She couldn’t go on. Absently, she massaged the
muscle that had cramped earlier.
"That’s what I did, too, the first time." Kat’s matter-of-fact tone
was oddly reassuring, and enabled Tanya to meet her friend’s eyes.
"I ... it hurt so much after a while ... not what Jason was doing, really;
I think Zordon’s pills helped with that, but holding myself in position
so long, letting him use me ... I mean, I knew that’s what was going
to happen, but I didn’t think it through, not really ... it was so different
from when Adam and I make love ... Jason wasn’t even looking at me, it
was as if I was just some kind of inflatable doll, or something ..."
"... and that’s the worst, right?" Kat’s blue eyes were warm and understanding,
and Tanya felt some part of the burden lift from her shoulders. A hesitant
smile touched her lips, and she nodded. Kat got up and without having asked
began to prepare a light breakfast for her friend. She sliced a banana
and a peach into a bowl of cereal, added some milk and poured hot water
over a herbal tea bag. She put mug and bowl in front of Tanya who began
automatically to eat as Kat resumed her seat, this time across the table.
"Tanya .... we -- all of us, really, not just you and I, thought that
it would be enough for Jason to rid himself of that ‘Ecstasy’ stuff as
fast as possible. Well, we found out last night it wasn’t; after he and
I were finished with the first round, he admitted that it wasn’t really
helping, although he was coming so often." Both fair and dark faces blushed,
but Kat went on determinedly. "When we were finished with the bathroom,
he ..." here Tanya interrupted her, gasping.
"Oh my -- I-- I never thought of that when I tied him up!"
Kat grinned, and swallowed a mouthful of coffee.
"Neither had we. Anyway, he asked me if I wanted him tied up again,
and at the time, it made me feel better, so I started to, only my towel
slipped, and  ..." Blushing and giggling, Kat related the events of
the night, which had led to the relaxed scene at the breakfast table Tanya
had walked in on. "So, even though he didn’t come quite as often, he was
getting real relief, and that made all the difference."
"Just because you responded?" Tanya shook her head in amazement. Listening
to Kat had intrigued her, and almost unconsciously she began to lose most
of her tension. "I can hardly believe it!"
"Oh, it’s true, allright," Kat confirmed. "I mean, why call that stuff
‘Ecstasy’, if all you get out of it is pain and stress?"
"Kat!" The slightly shocked exclamation echoed the tone Kat had used
the previous afternoon when Tanya had playfully called Jason a hunk. The
memory hit both girls at the same time, and they broke into embarrassed
giggles. Once they calmed down, Katherine couldn’t help a slightly naughty
smirk.
"I wonder what Mondo would say if he knew just how well this
potion is working!"
Tanya stared at her friend in amazement. Kat, who had so far been so
shy about sexual matters, suddenly sported an expression that was clearly
sensual and more than a little provocative. Her whole demeanour had changed;
there were no traces of her former reticence and insecurity, and that puzzled
and disturbed Tanya more than a little bit. For the life of her, she couldn’t
hold back the question.
"Just what has Jason been doing to you?"
Kat laughed a little, reddening. She thought for a few moments, then
met her best friend’s dark eyes.
"Nothing thath ouh out of the ordinary. It’s just that, deep
down, I knew I had to do this -- it wasn’t just me giving in to
my own urges, but I was actually doing it for some purpose -- to help a
good friend. I guess that took care of some of my inhibitions. The rest
... well, we’ve done it during most of the night, rather than only in stolen
moments, like Tommy and I had so far. After a few times, you sort of get
used to it, and it’d be pointless to worry about appearances." She stopped,
but Tanya sensed there was more. Giving Kat one of her patented Looks over
the rim of her teacup, she waited for her to continue. The azure eyes actually
took on a deeper hue, beginning to sparkle, just as a fresh wave of colour
stained the fair skin. The soft voice grew slightly husky as she glanced
at the Yellow Ranger from under her bangs.
"Don’t ever tell him I said so, but Jason really knows
what to do to make a girl happy!"
Tanya almost choked on her mouthful of tea. She stared at Kat in a mixture
of shock and amazement, fighting her own fiery blush. Kat returned the
stare until it became impossible, then suddenly both girls collapsed into
laughter. Kat reached out a hand over the table and grasped her friend’s,
while they tried to catch their breaths.
"I can’t believe you said that," Tanya gasped as she calmed down, still
holding on to the slim fingers. Kat squeezed back, fighting her giggles.
"Oh heck, I can’t believe I said that!" Both grinned broadly
at each other.
Finally, Tanya sat back, drank some of her cooling tea and considered
what Kat had told her. It removed a goodly portion of the anxiety about
her next ‘session’ with Jason; Kat might have ended up enjoying herself,
but through the laughter she could see the signs of a restless night, evident
in the faint blue shadows under her eyes, and the drooping eyelids weren’t
so much due to ‘bedroom eyes’ as lack of sleep. No, Tanya knew that it
was her turn again; she was only grateful that Kat had been there for her.
The way she’d lost it last night, she seriously doubted she would’ve had
the courage to face Jason unbound and trying to take her like he’d done
with Kat. Although the Pink Ranger had tried to gloss over it to some extent,
Tanya knew it couldn’t have been that easy; she admired her friend’s courage
in getting through this and not letting her fear get the better of her.
Lucky for all of them, Kat’s gamble on her instincts, Jason’s formidable
willpower and a lucky discovery had paid off, and hopefully would see them
all through till the end.
The two girls sat for a while in companionable silence, finishing their
breakfast and pondering the things they’d told each other. They had just
started on putting the dishes in the sink when Jason re-entered the small
kitchen, carrying his empty mug. He shivered slightly as he deposited it
with the rest. The three looked at each other for a few moments, taking
in their appearances -- all of them wearing bathrobes, hair mussed and
sleepy-eyed -- when the ridiculousness of it all made the corner of Kat’s
mouth twitch slightly. Tanya and Jason caught it almost simultaneously,
and another shared glance was finally too much. They broke into laughter.
When they’d calmed down again, Jason leaned weakly against a cupboard.
Still slightly gasping for air, he grinned at the girls.
"Man, I needed that!" He accepted the confirming nods, then grew more
serious and blushed. Running a hand through his short hair, he swallowed,
then confessed to the reason why he’d come back inside.
"Um ... sorry to bring this up, but ..."
Kat and Tanya instinctively let their eyes drop below his waist, intensifying
the rush of colour on the handsome face.
"I’m not that far gone yet!", he protested, interpreting their
reaction correctly. "It’s just that by now I can tell that it’s going to
start again soon, and ..." The deep voice trailed off as the girls exchanged
glances. He knew that Kat must be exhausted by now; he too could read the
signs in the lovely features. But would Tanya have recovered enough to
take her place? A look at her showed that, although she’d paled slightly,
she was willing to try again -- if only to relieve her friend. It didn’t
matter. Jason was reasonably sure that he wouldn’t frighten Tanya with
his superior strength again; if at all possible, he had every intention
of making the experience more pleasurable for her than it had been before.
For that, however, he’d need the use of his arms and hands; if she decided
she wanted him tied down again....the former Gold Ranger shrugged mentally.
*It’s her show. If that’s what she wants -- needs -- we’ll live through
that, too.* Jason looked from one girl to the other, awaiting their
decision. He was the supplicant, after all. *I just wish it won’t be
necessary!*
The Yellow Ranger inhaled deeply, steeling herself. Reminding herself
of all the reasons why she was here, she got up and smiled, if somewhat
shakily. Addressing both Kat and Jason, she forced some bravado into her
voice.
"Well, if that’s so, I guess it’s my turn, right?"
"Tanya, are you sure?" -- Kat’s concerned soprano.
"Tanya, if you’d rather wait a bit longer ..." -- Jason’s equally concerned
baritone. Both warmed her. Squaring her slim shoulders, she addressed first
one, then the other.
"Yes. No. I’m okay, really."
Summoning another smile, she took a few steps towards the young man
in the black bathrobe; the dark red yoke and sleeves made his shoulders
look even broader. Reaching out with a hand that trembled only slightly,
she touched the muscular arm.
"I’m as ready as I’ll ever be."
Jason covered the slender dark fingers with his own large hand, warming
the not-quite-icy skin with his grasp. Searching Tanya’s eyes for traces
of fear or revulsion, he found apprehension, but also determination and
renewed trust. It gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, they’d all come
out of this and be still friends. His own voice was husky and a bit unsteady
as he interlaced his fingers with Tanya’s.
"Shall we go, then?"
The girl only nodded and closed the distance between them. Before both
could leave the suddenly too-small room, Kat stopped them. The blue eyes
were serious as she reminded them of their mutual pledge from hours ago.
"Remember, both of you, I’m right in the living room."
"We know. Thanks, kitten."
Kat watched her two friends walk into the bedroom and close the door.
Sighing, she took a last look around, but there was nothing left to do
but wait her turn. The Pink Ranger settled on the comfortable couch, listening
for sounds of distress. When none came, she relaxed slowly into the cushions.
Praying that everything would turn out as well for Tanya as it had for
her, she closed her eyes and soon fell into a deleepleep.

***

Tanya was overcome by a strong sense of déjà vu as the
door fell into the lock with a soft ‘click’. She stood rooted to the spot
as she watched Jason close the window and pull the drapes, leaving the
room in a pleasant half-light. Her heart began to pound in her chest as
he approached her -- this was when he’d grabbed her last night, frightening
her. Tanya lifted anxious eyes to him as his hands came to rest on her
shoulders. He could feel her trembling.
"Are you cold?"
She could only shake her head no; speech was quite impossible now, despite
her brave words earlier. All she could do was stare at Jason and wait for
his next move. All of Kat’s reassurances seemed to have vanished as soon
as they reentered the bedroom. Jason seemed to sense this; he smiled warmly
at her and drew her very carefully into his arms, giving her every
opportunity to step away from him. However, Tanya was incapable of even
that. Everything within her seemed frozen in place, while a small part
of her mind was babbling frantically at her that she was being silly, that
her best friend wouldn’t lie to her. It was no use -- the memory of her
discomfort, both physical and emotional, overshadowed everything else.
Tanya closed her eyes to keep back the tears she could feel forming
behind her eyelids. It didn’t help. Silent sobs began to shake hert
tt
this time, there were strong arms wrapped around her in a gentle hug, holding
her while she cried into dark, soft fabric. A deep voice crooned nonsense
words to her as she felt herself guided to an armchair and lowered onto
a warm lap. She burrowed deeper into the comforting hold. Only gradually,
her singer’s ear distinguished two things: Jason couldn’t carry a tune
in a bucket, and he was calling her ...
"Shh, baby, it’s okay ..." She hiccuped, sniffling. In a watery, yet
indignant voice, she sco him him.
"D-don’t call m-me B-baby!"
She heard a light chuckle, and felt it rumble in the wide chest under
her cheek.
"No? What about honey?" She made an inarticulate protest as her tears
slowly stopped.
"Hmm. Not baby, not honey ... Sweetheart? Toots? Cupcake? Or ..." Tanya
could almost see the devilish grin as Jason dredged up even more outrageous
epithets. "I’ve got it! Snugglebunny! Owtch!"
Tanya punched him on the shoulder, laughing through her sniffles. Finallshe she could look at him. True enough, the dark eyes sparkled with mischief.
Accepting the tissue he plucked from the small vanity, she wiped her eyes
and blew her nose. Finished, she cuddled back into his arms; it felt just
too good, and she was slightly chilled ....
Sighing as she could feel her heartbeat resume its steady pace, she
mumbled into the soft robe.
"You can call me Tanya."
"That’s it? No cute nickname?"
"No, af I f I had one, I wouldn’t tell you!"
Jason laughe her her indignant tone and minutely tightened his hold
on her. The potion in his system was slowly but surely making its effect
known, but they still had some time.
He was glad that they’d been able to share this private moment of laughter;
it had gotten them past the initial awkwardness of being alone together,
and brought Tanya into his arms, even if it still was quite innocent for
now. Rocking her comfortingly, he rubbed his cheek against the top of her
head and let his hands wander gently, undemandingly up and down her back.
Tanya sighed again. Part of her wanted to stay like this, it felt so
good, but she knew they couldn’t; out of the corner of her eye, she could
see the bed, ready to climb into as it had been last night, but the thought
for once didn’t make her tense up. Instead, she felt herself give in to
a certain amount of resignation -- Jason still needed her and Kat’s help,
and if all her discomfort and anguish shoudn’t be in vain, she’d have to
get through this, somehow. She didn’t know it, but she was echoing Jason’s
thoughts from last night, as she’d left him in tears. With her inner acceptance
came more relaxation; how often had she and Adam sat like this when they
first started dating? Tanya pushed thoughts of her boyfriend from her mind.
If she dwelled on him and the hurt in his eyes, she’d only start crying
again. That would have to wait for later. Lost in thought, she almost
didn’t hear Jason as he softly called her name.
"Tanya?"
"Hmm?"
"Tanya ... can I ask you something?"
She lifted her head at the hesitancy in the deep voice. Looking into
her friend’s face, she was astonished to find an expression of ... anxiety?
Intrigued, she sat up a bit.
"Sure."
Jason hesitated a few moments, then met her eyes earnestly.
"Why were you crying last night? D-did I really hurt you? Because I’d
never forgive myself if ..." he trailed off as she shook her head. Her
own voice was certain as she answered, and settled his greatest fear.
"No, Jason, you didn’t hurt me. Not even really in the beginning, when
... when you grabbed me."
Both blushed as they remembered the incident which had led to Tanya
tying Jason’s arms to the bedposts.
"Then ... then why?"
Tanya thought about the reasons. It wasn’t terribly clear in her own
mind, but she knew this was important, if they wanted to avoid the same
kind of near-disaster. Slowly, she began to speak, formulating her thoughts
as she went along.
"It was just --as sas so uncomfortable; I’d never done it in this position
before, and I hadn’t known my muscles would get so stiff." She fought down
her blush. "Then -- I was getting a bit sore, despite Zordon’s pills ...
oh!" The Yellow Ranger jumped up and hurried over to the nightstand. Downing
one of the contraceptives with a sip ofer, er, she then sank down on the
foot of the bed, opposite the armchair. Somehow, it seemed easier to talk
about last night while not snuggled up to Jason.
Trying to pick up her train of thought again, she met his eyes. Swallowing,
she asked the question which had plagued her into tears.
"Jase ... why wouldn’t you even look at me? I felt so ... used,
I guess, more like an ... an object than a person -- I think it wouldn’t
have been so bad if you’d just looked at me!" She was astonished to see
a mix of emotions cross Jason’s face. Anguish, guilt, chagrin -- but also
a trace of rueful humour.
"That’s funny -- well, almost. I couldn’t look at you because you seemed
to be hurting; once you started to cry -- and I know you tried not
to! -- it was impossible."
The Yellow Ranger shook her head in wonder.
"So we were caught in a sort of vicious circle? I cried because you
wouldn’t acknowledge me, and you wouldn’t because I was crying?"
"Yeah, I guess." Jason shifted in his chair. His hormones were beginning
to catch on fire again; their time was almost urawirawing a deep breath,
he decided to come totally clean. Tanya deserved that much.
"There was another reason, though."
"Oh?" She watched with interest as his cheeks slowly reddened.
"You looked so damned beautiful ... to see you like that, feeling you
... if I had looked at you as much as I wanted to, I’m not sure I could
have stopped myself from tearing the ropes, I needed to touch you so badly!"
It was Tanya’s turn to blush; she recalled all too clearly the admiration
in the dark eyes as she’d dropped her robe last night. A quick peek showed
her that it was still -- again? -- present. As it had last night, it bolstered
her self-confidence. She raised her head to look at the young man sitting
across from her. Tanya frowned as the dark robe seemed to shift; Jason’s
hands were loosely clasped around the armrests, so what .... her cheeks
began to flame as the significance of that minute movement became clear
to her. Hoping against hope Jason wouldn’t notice, she ventured another
look into his eyes. She found him smiling sheepishly.
"Sorry."
Tanya sighed, but smiled as well.
"It’s not your fault; it’s the potion." Amazed, she noticed the colour
rise in her companion’s face. "What?"
Jason cleared his throat.
"It’s not the potion, at least not just." At her uncomprehending look,
he grinned, despite his obvious embarrassment.
"Tanya, it’s you. Has Adam never told you how gorgeous you are?
If he hasn’t, he’s even more shy than I thought!"
"Oh." A strange little smile, half bashful and half triumphant, briefly
played arond Tanya’s mouth, and Jason could well imagine what she was thinking
about. He smiled back.
"That’s what I thought."
She shot him a playful glare which he returned with an exaggeratedly
innocent look. Both laughed silently at, and most importantly with, each
other. Then, Jason shifted in his seat again as a fresh surge of arousal
spread through him. He hissed and had to swallow hard. Tanya noticed, and
suddenly the atmosphere in the room became charged with sexual energy.
Closing her eyes briefly against the butterflies in her stomach which
had appeared out of nowhere, Tanya sought out Jason’s eyes. She saw the
flame lighting them -- stillked,ked, true, but it wouldn’t take long now
until his need would consume him once more. Try as she might, she couldn’t
keep her voice from trembling as she softly spoke his name.
"J-jason?"
He inhaled deeply before meeting her eyes.
"Yes."
It was an ackowledgement of her and of the situation. Both teens slowly
rose from their seats, facing each other across a few feet of carpeting.
Jason crossed the small distance with care, trying not to frighten the
young woman. Once he was standing close to her, he rested his hands once
more on the slim shoulders and drew her to him. Tanya followed until her
cheek rested against the soft terry cloth. Closing her eyes and threading
her arms tentatively around his waist, she tried to control the jackhammer
rhythm of her heart. She could feel his erection pushing against her belly,
but it didn’t frighten her quite as much; instead, she listened to his
shuddering breaths and thundering heartbeat that seemed almost synchronised
with her own.
Jason breathed in the warm scent of Tanya’s hair; it filled his senses
and made his head swim. But it was nice to hold her just like this for
a few moments, aligning their bodies to each other. His hands wandered
from her shoulders down her back to the tiny waist and back up again, and
he could feel some of the tension flow out as he repeated the motion. He
continued to stroke her gently, resting his cheek on the top of her head,
until she moved in his arms, looking at him. Jason very slowly brought
his hands up to her shoulders and around, caressing the slender throat
until he could cup her face and tilt it towards him. His eyes never left
hers as his mouth hovered only a couple of inches over hers. Stroking her
quivering lips with his thumb, he summoned another smile. Leaning forward
a bit more, he could feel their breaths mingling.
"May I?"
The soft question barely registered on Tanya’s mind as she continued
looking into the midnight eyes. What she read there was need and the purely
physical hunger she remembered from the night before, but now, with the
morning light filtered through the closed drapes, she could also see the
affection and friendship they all shared and which had led her to offering
her help in the first place. Strangely reassured, she just nodded, and
let her eyes flutter shut only when the firm lips closed over hers.
Jason kissed her gently, exploring her mouth with feather-light brushes
and tiny little licks until he could feel her lips softening under his
own, opening just a bit but enough so he could slip his tongue tip inside.
He played with her mouth in a tender caress, until she relaxed further
and he slid inside, seeking out her own tongue. When they made contact,
both moaned softly, and moved deeper into each other’s arms, sharing the
experience with slowly rising passion.
They had to breathe eventually, and Jason retreated the way he had come,
with soft little licks at the moist lips until even the last contact was
broken and he didn’t touch her mouth any more. His cock throbbed against
her and he knew she must feel it, pressed against him as she was, but Tanya
didn’t flinch; instead, she buried her heated face in the crook of his
neck, trying to regain her composure after that long, all-too-short kiss.
When she wouldn’t look up again, Jason called her name as he tried to shift
so he could see into her eyes.
"Tanya?"
It took a few tries, but he finally succeeded in lifting her head off
his shoulder. Horrified, he saw a tear glide down the smooth dark cheek.
"Tanya, what is it? I didn’t hurt you, did I?"
Tanya smiled and brushed away the single teardrop.
"No. No, you didn’t."
"Then ... then why ....? Jason asked, bewildered, as he closed his arms
more firmly around her.
"It’s a bit silly," Tanya admitted. "It’s just .... I couldn’t help
thinking that if you had kissed mee the this last night, I wouldn’t have
lost it so badly."
"Oh Tanya," he sighed, "we don’t know that. Besides, last night I might
have wanted to kiss you like this, but I couldn’t. I was
too far gone already."
"I know. That’s why I said it’s silly. But speaking of want ..." she
couldn’t quite bring herself to shift her hips against his, where his manhood
rested hot and hard against her, but a tightening of her abdominal muscles
got the message across just as well. Jason instinctively gave a tiny thrust,
but was still in control. He smiled ruefully as he trailed the fingers
of one hand from her cheek down the smooth column of her neck to the hollow
at the base of her throat.
"Y-you don’t mind, then?"
Arching slightly into the caress, Tanya smiled back. She was still nervous,
but it was manageable; if Jason could restrain himself just a bit longer,
until the medication began its work .... She nodded, giving him permission
to explore her further. Instead, he bent his head once more, seeking out
her mouth with his own. His kiss was a bit more demanding, but it didn’t
overwhelm her. Instead, she began to kiss him back, and soon they were
just two teenagers lost in increasingly heated oral exploration. When they
came up for air at last, both were breathless, and the glitter in Jason’s
eyes sent tiny shivers down Tanya’s spine. He asked a silent question as
he slid his fingertips into the lapels of her bathrobe, caressing the smooth
skin from her collarbone to her shoulders and down to where her breasts
began to swell. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Tanya nodded her consent
and was rewarded with another brief but heated kiss. Jason dropped his
hands to her belt, deftly untied it and wandered back up again. Slowly,
he slid the yellow cloth off her shoulders, baring her to his avid gaze.
The rouddluddled around Tanya’s feet as Jason took a step back to drink
in the sight of her. Long, slender legs, a flat tummy curving just right
into smooth hips and a waistline he could almost span with his hands, and
above that ...
He couldn’t help the appreciative moan and the noticeable twitch of
his erect cock.
"Oh man, Tanya ...!"
His eyes fastened on the generous swell of her breasts, full and round,
their soft centers just begging to be touched. Jason reached out a hand
that shook slightly to brush a finger along the outer swell of one chocolate-coloured
mound, raising tiny goosebumps in his wake. His other hand came up to cup
the second globe, hefting the sweet weight in his palm as his finger circled
around the dark areola, making it contract and tighten.
Jason watched, fascinated, as her nipple hardened and rose, shaping
itself from a small round button into a throbbing hard little peak that
seemed to call out to him, drawing his mouth as if by an invisible line.
He gently pressed his face into her breast, breathing across the silky
skin and causing a small shudder to race through Tanya. He smiled; even
though his eyes didn’t leave the tempting bud so close before him, he knew
it was not revulsion or fear which made her tremble. Brushing his lips
butterfly-soft against the quivering mound, he ventured ever closer to
the turgid nub, until he took it in moutmouth, nibbling without pressure
and shaping it with his lips. Finally, he couldn’t wait any longer and
reached out with his tongue.
Tanya drew in a shuddering breath as Jason bent towards her breast.
Her hands came up to steady herself on the broad shoulders as he explored
her with the gentlest of touches. She sighed as a warm hand caressed one
mound, squeezing and stroking while the other skimmed around her nipple.
Sighs became a throaty moan as Jason closed his mouth over the throbbing
tip, and she was lost as the first moist swipe circled over her suddenly
aching flesh. Arching her back instinctively, she offered herself to the
skillful exploration as the former Ranger suckled on her with tender insistency.
Tanya’s new position pressed her hips deeper into Jason’s, and she gasped
slightly as his arousal sent an arrow of answering desire deep into her
belly. When Jason carefully pinched her other nipple, she could feel her
womanhood moistening.
Jason tried to read Tanya’s reactions through his increasing need to
have her. Laving her generous breast with his tongue, he could feel her
gradual yielding as his hands and mouth continued to excite her. He knew
she was with him as her slim fingers began to part his own bathrobe, pushing
the dark material off his shoulders.
Tanya made a small sound of disappointment as hand and mouth left her
breast, but she needed to feel his warm skin against hers; just the tiniest
bit impatient, she fumbled with the cloth belt until she succeeded in untying
the knot. Jason shrugged out of the soft garment and gathered her close,
claiming her mouth once more. The skin-on-skin contact was exhilarating,
and both moaned their delight into each other, the sound almost swallowed
by their dancing tongues. Hands began to roam across a broad back and sculpted
muscles, over gently rounded hips and slender thighs. Her senses beginning
to reel, Tanya angled her head as the hot mouth wandered from her lips
down her throat, to circle lazily in the hollow at the base. Without quite
realizing how it happened, she found herself on the cool, crisp sheets,
stretched out and Jason lying beside her, one arm under her neck, the other
free to wander over her body, seeking her her most vulnerable spots.
The dark skin made an exciting contrast to his own tanned but much lighter
flesh as Jason looked his fill of the young woman next to him. Tanya’s
skin was so soft, and she smelled so nice .... where Kat used a light,
citrussy scent, Tanya’s was muskier, darker, but it inflamed his senses
just as much. He was drawn once more to the full globes with their hard
tips; they filled his palm as he hovered over them, reaching out with his
tongue once more to lick the tiny protrusions into quivering readiness.
His cock was throbbing with need already, but if at all possible, he wanted
to give Tanya something special, to relax her further and prepare her for
his possession. To that end, Jason reined in his own desires once more
and concentrated on the soft mounds, capturing a nipple gently between
his teeth and applying minute bites, soothing them immediately with soft
licks of his tongue. He was rewarded with a deep sigh as he felt her melt
into his embrace. Only then did he allow his free hand to wander down the
lithe body, coming to rest on the curly triangle between her thighs.
Despite her growing excitement and the incredible sensations Jason’s
mouth was producing in her aching breasts, Tanya stiffened as an unfamiliar
hand covered her womanhood. She consciously relaxed her muscles again as
a voice in her mind reminded her she should have expected this, but it
was enough to raise Jason’s head and seek out her eyes. His own were hot
and glittering, but the deep voice was still gentle (if raspy and breathless)
as he asked for permission to touch her sex.
"Will you let me, Tanya?"
He traced a gentle finger across the hairline, outlining the triangular
shape and making her feel as if her netherlips were swelling. Breathless,
she nodded, and had to smile as he kissed her once more, murmuring a soft
'thank you' as he dipped a digit carefully into the moist folds. Tanya’s
breath caught as tingles began to shoot through her; Jason’s tongue and
his finger delved deeper into her simultaneously, and she moaned into his
warm mouth.
Jason explored the warm wetness carefully, seeking out the hidden kernel
of flesh he knew to be there. His lips nibbled at Tanya’s when he made
contact, and she tensed again, but this time not with trepidation. Jason
ached to bury himself in the tight channel his fingertips were skirting,
but there was something else he wanted to give this special friend, who
had already offered so much to him. He parted reluctantly from the soft
lips, licking gently across the seam, then wandered lower, down her neck
towards her collarbone. Retrieving his arm from around her shoulders, he
sought out her heaving breasts once more while he continued to gently stroke
her sex. Teasing her nipples into aching hardness with lips and hand, he
moved on the comfortable bed, until he got his knees slightly under him.
His mouth trailed lower, down the quivering belly, until he could swirl
his tongue into the soft indentation. Nip-kissing across the smooth, soft
flesh, he added his second hand to the trembling thighs, parting them unthe che could kneel between them.
The Yellow Ranger gave herself up to the skilled caresses, concentrating
on the waves of pleasure swirling through her. As Jason shifted and opened
her, her breath was coming in short gasps, and she dragged heavy eyelids
open to look at him.
He was poised between her thighs, his erection purplish-red and straining
upwards from his own nest of dark curls towards his washboard stomach,
but the smile he directed at her sent new shivers down her spine. Before
she could find her voice, however, Jason bent at the waist, lowering his
mouth towards her sex. His hot breath teased her for a moment, then she
closed her eyes again blissfully as he gave her the most intimate of kisses.
Tanya couldn’t help the moan that seemed to rise up from her toes as her
legs fell fully open and she almost arched off the bed. The wet tongue
licked between her folds, coming closer and closer to her aching, pulsing
clit, until she thought she would die if he did and die if he didn’t make
contact with that throbbing little button.
When it finally happened, she emitted a tiny scream; she felt more than
heard his pleasedckleckle as he continued to pleasure her, sending her
ever higher until the sensations crested and peaked, sending her into the
most intense orgasm she had experienced so far. Trembling and moaning,
she lay sprawled over the sheets, wallowing in the diminishing shockwaves,
as he moved gently upwards, licking softly towards her breasts once more.
Jason was trembling himself by now; pleasuring Tanya to orgasm had taxed
his control to the limit, and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He just
hoped she was relaxed enough to accept him without pain or discomfort.
Her taste still on his lips, he took her in his arms once more as he slid
his aching cock into position. Poised at the entrance to her body, he looked
into her blissful face. Holding back with the last bit of restraint he
possessed, Jason briefly took another taste of the full breasts, then called
her name.
The raspy sound penetrated Tanya’s pleasure-filled mind, and she opened
heavy eyelids to meet his entreating look. Midnight eyes ablaze with hunger,
but also tenderness, Jason forced himself to ask rather than take.
"Tanya ... please, Tanya, I need you ...."
She reached out with an unsteady hand to touch his short hair; running
her fingers through the dark strands, she smiled a bit tremulously, but
with no trace of fear. Tanya could feel the broad shoulders tense as her
hands came to rest upon them, drawing him upwards. He was shaking as she
kissed him softly, but still held back. When the silky lips released his,
Jason groaned, a needy, desperate sound that filled Tanya with an inexplicable
but heady sense of power. Jason was at her mercy now just as much as he’d
been the night before, and perversely she felt more in control than when
she’d tied him to the bed. All his formidable strength meant nothing before
the needs of his body, and right now it was she who could give him succour.
He moaned again.
It would be more than cruel to deny himief ief any longer. Whisng
ng
her answer, she embraced the muscular torso and lifted her legs to wrap
them around the narrow waist.
"Yes, Jason."
His groan was long and drawn out, expressing equal amounts of need,
relief and delight as Jason eased himself forward, penetrating the moist
folds and slipping into the tight channel. He pumped forward in a steady,
barely controlled motion until he was buried to the hilt, filling her completely.
Before he gave in to ancient instincts, he brushed her lips with his own
one last time before burying his face in her neck. Then, he was lost to
his insistent need as he began to thrust.