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Coalition Independence Day
P.A. 103 Somewhere in Lone Star city.
"Happy Coalition Independence Day to you handsome. Want
to help me celebrate?" she said running a hand along his
cheek, looking deep and fearlessly into his dark troubled
No one, no stranger anyway, ever looked him in the eye for
more than a second. They always looked away, an
expression of fear in their own eyes. But here this
woman was, tall, lithe, long honey coloured hair, doing it.
When she touched him he felt a ripple of electricity
move through him. It almost frightened him until he
realized what it was. It wasn't something he'd ever
really had a chance to experience. Not for lacking of
trying was this the way it was. He frightened people,
and could not for the life of him find a way to soften his
image, to take away the burning passion, the immense hatred
for his old masters, and for others like them.
But again he thought, here was this woman. Maybe she
knew something about him, like she was psychic and knew him
for what he was. The Coalition was strict about the
behaviour of psychics within its borders. But if someone
as magically inclined as himself could join in the day's
festivities he'd supposed that the psychics might too.
The only catch was if she was offering what he thought
she was offering then this was a potentially dangerous
situation. Psychics were not allowed to be doing such
things with other, 'normal' humans. But that was only
an excuse was it not? For he was not a human, nor normal
according to their rules. So it was no more dangerous
than his being there. Dogboys and Psi-stalkers were not
to be seen, at least not in uniform. They all greeted
him the same way that they greeted everyone else. But
he was sure were he to do something, or someone else of that
'sort' they would come crashing down on him. He could
tell by the clothes they wore that they were in 'plainclothes'
armor. No doubt neural maces and vibroes were present,
just out of plain sight waiting for someone of his sort to
come and cause trouble.
She continued to look at him, her eyes slowly sliding from
his to get a better look at him. He smiled. She
saw this and her own widened a bit. Speaking before he
could check himself he said, "Why that sounds like a good
plan if I've ever heard one. Where do you want to
"I know this little spot, it's called The Grill, we could
have a couple drinks, a little something to eat, get to know
each other. <He nodded.> I also know another
little place we could go after, get to know each other a bit
more, watch the fireworks too." she answered.
He extended his arm to her. She slipped her arm around
his and she led the way down the street. They passed
C.P. and Rad, who stopped them only long enough to say
hello. As they passed C.P. gave him a wink. The
honey haird woman introduced herself as Mary Reagan.
She was a hospital worker, ER. Brynn told her he
was a scout on his way north through Lone Star and gave his
real name, seeing no reason to hide it having no ID on him to
prove anything one way or another. It was slowly
starting to sink into him that this was by far the bravest
thing he had ever done. His escape, the pitched battle
with Gawd, the run-ins with the Metzla were nothing in
comparison to the fear, and the excitement he was feeling.
That electric feeling was staying with him too, he felt
charged in a way he had never known before. This was
really all so new to him. He hoped that it wouldn't
show. He realized that for the first time he was on the
razor sharp edge of panic. He struggled to bring his
emotions into their normal dull contrast, but the vibrance
would not be vanquished.
They pulled up short in front of a small business place, a
fresh sparkling clean window showed the inside filled with
tables and chairs and happy patrons. There were several
small and large tables scattered here and there which were
empty. She pulled him through the door. Inside a
man stood awaiting them. She slipped him a cred coin
and pointed to a small table near the back along the side.
The man nodded and lead them to the table. The
food was excellent and the service good. He wondered
only brielfy if these people were slaves, but reminded
himself that the only thing which enslaved the humans was
money, and only in such 'civilized' places as the Coalition.
He and Mary talked about this and that, that and
this. They had three or four drinks, real alcohol, a
specail Independance day treat.
When the bill came Brynn insisted on paying it. She
would have nothing of it. Finally he gave in, feeling
guilty that he didn't try hard enough. Afterall he
knew that he had almost three million cred and nothing really
to do with it all. But he kept his peace not wanting
to alert anyone's suspicions, least of all that of the
Out on the street again, the sun was startng it's long
descent towards sunset. It would be a long time until
that occured but the day was slowly passing on. She
looked at him expectantly, smiling. He looked back,
then clueing in he gave her his arm again. They
walked down the street past other store fronts and
restaurants. There were a lot of people about.
All of them were dressed in their bests, bright
colours, blinding whites, wild mixes of weird hues.
Everyone was happy, smiling, laughing, joking.
Despite his usual self Brynn smiled and nodded to
people that they passed. As they walked she slipped
her arm out of his and put it instead around his waist.
Feeling it the natural thing to do with his greater
height he put his arm around her shoulder. She turned
and smiled at him and then laid her head on his shoulder.
She was tall, at least six foot. He smiled, this
was turning out to be a wonderful day.
They came to a very unremarkable corner and she said to turn
left and follow it west. So they did and a few minutes
later they came to a tall buildng, at least six stories.
Beside the front door a keypad was built into the wall.
She pressed a few buttons and spoke to the pad, "Mary
Reagan, Apartment 314." The door opened on its own and they
stepped through. It immediately closed behind them.
Inside stood a cool, air conditioned lobby with large
puffy chairs and small short tables. A pair of older
men were sitting at a game of some kind sitting on a table
between them. Mary led him to the elevator and they
went up to the third floor. Brynn was absolutely
gawking. This place, a domocile, even for many, was
a miracle almost beyond his belief. He looked at
everything for the first time and it was almost too much for
She looked at him and he looked back and said, "This is some
place." Then he continued, "I'm not used to this is
at all. I know about robots, and computers, and a lot
of other technology but common things like this, well I've
never seen or been near half of them. I move around a
lot, but never before through a city like this."
She said to him, "Well I'm glad to be the first to bring you
to these things then. Glad to make this the most
memorable that I can for you."
Coming to a door she broke free and turned to him. His
eyes asked her what now? Then she kissed him, long and deep.
At the insistance of her tongue he opened his mouth for
her. When their tongues met Brynn was sure he'd been
electrocuted. It was so electric. And it was so
unbelievably good too. She broke off and turned to
unlock the door.
She swung open the door standing aside to let Brynn in.
He stood looking in at the black and white decor, at
the large entertainment system, at the other modern
conveniences. She gave him a gentle shove into the
livingroom. She flopped down into a soft, fluffly
looking, couch and motioned for him to sit next to her.
He did. "You've never been in a place like this
have you? <He shook his head in agreement, his smile
fading a little.> Have you ever done anything like this
before? <Again the same decline.> You've no
experience with women do you? <Seeing the look on his
face she told him.> But that's a good thing, at
least I think it is, for me anyways. This way I can
keep you from picking up certain bad habits. This way
it's more special... special because I get to give you an
amazing experience for your first time, and special because
you decided to let me be the first..."
He smiled and kissed her the way she had him at the door.
By pure instinct his hand slid down from her shoulder
and grasped one of her firm, perky breasts. It was so
yeilding, and soft to the touch, utterly unlike anything he
had ever touched before. He felt his body respond to
the sensations from his hand. Her hand slid up his
thigh until it was in between both thighs cupping him,
stroking him gently through his pants. He twisted and
leaned into her, pressing her back into the folds of the
couch. He could feel his heart start to beat faster and
faster, his breath came short and heavy in between kisses.
He felt as if he were going to explode, maybe he would,
but it would be from pleasure, it would be from ecstacy.
Her hands fumbled with the first button of his pants,
then the second, the third and the last.
She stopped and pulled away from him, pulling her shirt over
her head, along her hair and then tossing it to the floor.
Next went her brassiere. She stood and pulled him
up off the couch. He slipped out of his pants before
she lead him into the adjoining bedroom. There she lay
him down. She took him in her hand and he felt himself
leak, she ran her finger through it, spreading it in circles
around his tip. She kissed him as he began to shudder.
Swallowing hard and trying to regain a modicum of
composure he took a more active roll. He rolled over to
his side and she lay facing him. He took a breast in
each hand, thumb to nipple, he marvelled at how stiff and
erect they were, and how wonderful they felt. He
wondered what it would be like to lick them. Her lips
parted from his and she moved up the bed until she was
pressng a breast in his face. He eagerly took it,
running his tongue over the nipple, making her moan. He
shifted his head and did the same with the other.
She reached down and took his hand bringing it to the springy
trianlge patch of her pubic hair. She guided his hand
between her thighs into the moistness there. It was wet
and slick, he ran his hand along the cleft of her womanhood.
When he reached a spot nearing the top she moaned
loudly. He ran a finger back and forth over this spot
gently making her gasp and breath even harder.
She pushed him over onto his back and got to her knees.
She straddled him. Taking his member in her hand
she ran its head between the lips of her vulva, back and
forth, back and forth. Brynn had that feeling of being
near explosion again. Then with a deft movement she
slipped down onto him. He moaned as she engulfed him
within herself. It was so warm, and wet. Then
when she began to rise and fall on him he felt the room grow
dark. He moved in counter point to her and looked at
the expression of joy on her face. He reached up and
took her breasts, squeezing her nipples in sync with every
She dropped down on him and whispered in his ear, "Roll over
with me." Not doing to bad a job their positions were
reversed and his legs were outside of hers. He thrust
slowly and smoothly in and out of her, kissing her as he did
so. She began to squeal, biting back screams. Her
hands were all over his face and his shoulders, then finally
his back where she ran her fingers like claws across him.
She didn't dig, which was good because it felt nice.
She bit carefully at his lip. He turned his face
as she kissed across his cheek. She nibbled on his ear
then finally stuck her tongue into it. The electricity
returned and he moved in and out of her more forcefully as
he began to feel a fire spread down there. The fire
grew and increased in intsensity and he didn't feel he could
contain it. He felt himself release, in waves, shooting
out of him. The fire reached its penultimate and then
crashed down and away. He was dimly aware as this
happened that she had screamed several times, louder each
time, and her hands raced along his back hard and harder.
He slowed and stopped, letting his weight down on
her. She whispered to him, "Hold me."
He did. Her held her close kissing her tendly then
resting his head on her shoulder as he tried to catch his
breath. He could feel his trip-hammering heart slow
down a little at a time as his breathing did. She was
the same. "Okay Brynn, you're getting soft, pull out
and roll over."