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Chapter List
- 1-Steamin' Hot
- 2-Picture Perfect
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: Saban, no
permission, no money. Okay? Good. �
Note: This is the first written in a series of probably twelve
stories set within the "Personality Conflicts" series by Ellen Brand, and
I'm doing this with her knowledge and consent. So, I'm not stealing when
I'm going to take her characters � specifically all those couples found
among the Zeo Rangers and Morphin' Warriors, plus a few others � put them
into situations I have dreamed up with the able help of Chris L. Funaro
... and let nature take its course, so to speak. *grin* In other words,
hold onto your hats (and everything else), boys and girls, they're in for
a wild ride! Don't look for PC continuity, though; these are a little outside
of time, but everybody doing anything is legally adult. J
Let's call this ... "Personality Conflicts X", if
you will ... Rating is DEFINITELY NC-17, so anyone younger, GET OUT! Have
fun with this ... and hopefully, enjoy! Feedback, please?J
DB, Summer 2000

Steamin' Hot
By

Dagmar Buse

"Mom? Dad?"
There was no answer, so Jamie closed the front door behind
herself and wearily trudged up the stairs to her room. Belatedly she remembered
that her parents had gone out of town to a lecture with follow-up Q&A
session and wouldn't be back until late the next day. *Maybe it's just
as well. I'm too beat for lengthy explanations right now.* Reaching
the top of the staircase, she noticed with a grimace that she'd left a
trail of wet and muddy footprints in her wake, both across the hall and
on the wooden steps.
"Great. I'll have to clean that, or Mom'll kill me," the
Purple Ranger grumbled to herself. "AFTER I've warmed up, though."
It was one of the rare days when the weather in Angel Grove was not
bright and sunny; instead, it'd been raining cats and dogs all morning
and afternoon, and of course Rita had to send a monster and a horde
of tengas out.
"She did that probably just to piss us off," Jamie groused
as she stripped off her sodden clothes. "It can't have been anything else."
Indeed, the monster had been really lame; yet another
giant lawnmower sent on a rampage in Angel Grove Park, and the resident
Zeos and Morphin' Warriors had been able to defeat it and and the ugly
birds accompanying it just by using the Zeo Cannon before it tore up the
grassy areas completely. Nevertheless, the battle had been a lengthy one,
and all of the Rangers had gotten thoroughly soaked and muddy all over.
Jason had lent her his jacket against the rain to walk home in, but it
hadn't done much good except keeping the chill at bay a little longer.
By now all Jamie wanted was a nice, long soak in her tub. She shivered
as she bundled her wet clothing in a large towel and let it drop right
next to her bed; her fair skin was covered all over with goosebumps, and
she eagerly opened the door to the small bathroom off her room.
"Oh shiiiiit!"
*Did Mom have to pick today, of all days, to
soak the guest room curtains?* she thought exasperatedly.
*I need the tub!*
However, her needs would have to wait; the pale green
tub was filled to the brim with soapy water and sopping wet beige draperies.
Cursing under her breath, the Purple Ranger hesitated
for just a minute, then determinedly marched across the hallway into the
master bathroom, not even bothering to put on a robe. Normally, this was
her parents' domain, but she was desperate, and if she was prevented from
soaking the chill out of her aching muscles by Mrs. Zedden's attack of
spring cleaning, she might as well use the large, recently-redone shower.
There was an extra door onto the landing, so she at least didn't need to
enter the bedroom, which Larry kept rather cool all year round. Not
what she wanted right now.
Jamie quickly adjusted the water temperature to as high
as she could stand it, placed a large, fluffy white towel within easy reach,
and stepped under the hot spray.
"Aaaaahhhhh ....." the petite redhead sighed blissfully
as the warm water began to envelope her in its soothing wetness. *That's
more like it!*
Leisurely, Jamie twisted and turned under the trickling
jets. She'd taken her mother's shampoo and shower gel along, and relished
the subtle scent as she washed the mud and coldness away. It wasn't her
usual perfume, but the slight muskiness was a nice change from her own,
and it brought to mind the spicy scents that had surrounded her seemingly
everywhere on her visit to her father's home planet.
Jamie smiled to herself as she recalled those heady days
a little over a year ago when the Ranger teams had gone into space to search
for allies to help defend Zordon at his trial. Despite the dangers, and
all the worry, it had been a grand old time for her, giving her a chance
to explore a hitherto unknown part of her heritage ... and to get even
closer to Jason. Visiting Danata had been FUN!
Her smile turned into a mischievous, more than slightly
naughty grin when she thought of her boyfriend's shock at her revelation
that they were expected to share a tent and a bedroll during their stay
at the Sea of Grass.
Steam was billowing around her lithe body as the girl
lifted her face into the warm water, filling the milky-glass shower stall
and the rest of the bathroom. Jason had been so cute � embarrassed,
but also very much a gentleman. Jamie pouted a bit as she remembered. She
wouldn't have minded if he'd taken a few more liberties with her person
than he'd actually had; after all, it wasn't as if they weren't committed
to each other, or hadn't had enough privacy, or anything ... she loved
Jason deeply, but sometimes his unshakeable sense of honor was an
absolute pain in the ass! Just because they'd sort of promised their parents
not to do anything 'stupid' ...
But, there had been that night just before they'd left
the camp; their trial had been won, the Ranger team's victory party over,
and they'd slipped into their shared bedroll a little giddy with success
... and just a tad tipsy from the celebratory toasts they hadn't been able
to refuse, even though they both usually didn't drink. A last cuddle and
kiss goodnight had turned into something ... more. Although they'd stayed
dressed in their sleepwear all the time, Jamie sighed fondly as she remembered
how it had felt to lie in Jason's arms, pressed closely against his muscular
frame, as he gently explored her curves through the oversized tee she'd
worn, and kissed her senseless. Fatigue and shyness, ultimately, had made
sure that nothing more happened then, but after talking it over
afterwards they both agreed that it wasn't a matter of if, but of
when they'd take that next step in their relationship. It was just
a matter of finding the right time, place and opportunity.
*Knowing Jase, he'll want everything to be just �SO-,*
Jamie mused as she lathered her hair for the second time. She was slowly
getting warmed up, and not all of that was due to standing under the hot
water. The romantic, girlish part of her, the one she deliberately showed
only to less than a handful of people (her boyfriend sometimes being one
of them), thrilled to that, but the part of her that usually took charge
and made her such a good match for the first leader of Earth's Rangers,
just wanted to GET ON WITH IT, ALREADY! She giggled slightly, rinsing the
shampoo out of her titian locks. For now, she'd let Jason set the pace.
The poor boy would probably have a heart attack if she decided to take
matters into her own hands, as it were.
*Speaking of hands ...* Jamie's glided over her
wet skin as she sluiced the bubbles from her hair, and she sighed longingly.
It had felt incredibly good to surrender herself to what little Jason had
done on Danata, and even if he was still hesitant about getting
intimate, she knew she was ready for it. *Mmmmm ...* The
redhead moaned softly as she turned herself more fully into the water.
As her body mellowed in the warm wetness, her thoughts turned more and
more erotic. In Jamie's mind, gradually her own hands were replaced by
Jason's much larger ones, touching her waist, her back ... they would slide
lower, to cup her bottom, kneading the cheeks just a little, then move
to the front and up, to lift the firm mounds of her breasts ... his dark
eyes would start to smolder, he'd pull her close against his large, hard
body and ... Jamie swallowed another moan. Her fingers brushed over her
stiffening nipples as she lost herself to her fantasy.

~*~
"Oh, dammit!"
Halfway to his house, Jason noticed that he didn't have
his keys. Now, when the soggy afternoon was turning into dusk, he
was almost home and could get out of his sodden clothes, he remembered
that he'd stuck them in his jacket pocket � a jacket that he'd placed around
his girlfriend's slim shoulders himself, in a chivalrous but rather stupid
gesture. Jamie had been as wet as he, she lived much closer to the park,
and constantly told him she didn't want to be coddled, by him or
anyone else. Still, the grateful smile she'd sent his way had been worth
the soaking; so had the glow in her hazel eyes and the kiss she'd given
him.
Despite being chilled to the bone, Jason felt a silly
grin spread over his face. Glad the weather was so miserable that no one
was out to see it, he turned around and started to retrace his steps. He
had no choice if he ever wanted to get into his house; his father was out
of town, his mother was meeting with some friends ... and the prospect
of maybe getting another kiss or five from Jamie wasn't all that unattractive,
either.
Hurrying along the deserted streets, the Red Morphin'
Warrior made his way to the Zeddens' house. On his arrival, he rang the
doorbell, but nobody answered. Shivering in the rain, Jason stepped back
and surveyed the building. There was a light visible in the upper-hallway
window, so somebody had to be home. He pushed the brass button again,
and waited another minute. Still nothing. Muttering under his breath, feeling
increasingly cold and miserable, he tried the door knob. To his surprise,
it opened, and the heavy wood panel swung inwards silently.
"Jamie?"
Silence.
"Mrs. Zedden? Hello?"
Still no answer.
Refusing to get alarmed just yet, Jason stepped inside
the house. The door fell into the lock behind him, and as his eyes adjusted
to the dim light coming from the second-floor landing, he saw the muddy
footprints leading up the stairs.
"If you were a dog, Jamie-baby, you'd be back out in the
yard before you could say 'Zeo Crystal'," Jason grinned, glad his quick-tempered
girlfriend couldn't hear him. "Getting your mom's nice, clean floor all
dirty!" He tsk-tsked cheekily, then followed the trail Jamie had inadvertently
left behind. He'd ask her for a towel and a pair of sweats from Larry,
help her clean up the mess they'd made � his own progress was no less visible
than hers � maybe have some nice hot cocoa while he put his clothes in
the dryer, and then he'd go home to work on his accounting assignment.
Jason kicked off his squelching sneakers on the last step
next to Jamie's, then padded on damp socks to her room. He knocked on the
doorframe, but once again there was no answer. Cautiously, he turned the
knob and poked his head around the corner.
"Jamie?"
She wasn't in her room, but the bathroom door was open
and a large towel-wrapped bundle was lying right in the middle of the floor,
the cuff of one mud-splattered pants leg peeking out. There was no light
in the bathroom, however, and puzzled, the young man straightened. *Where
the heck is she?!?*
The answer came to him as he listened into the silence.
There was a sound that seemed a lot like running water coming from the
other side of the house. Moving a few feet down the hallway, Jason heard
noises coming from behind what he now remembered as the master bathroom
door.
*Oh God, she's taking a shower!*
Jason swallowed hard at the realization. Unbidden, memories
of their stay on Danata came to mind; although he'd tried not to be obvious
about it, he had caught glimpses of Jamie's nude form when they'd
changed for bed, and the images were as vivid and stimulating now as they'd
been then. Too, they were augmented by the view Terry had given him that
time in the pocket dimension; his girlfriend's one-time dark clone had
actually provoked him into ogling her generous cleavage, and bespelled
as he'd been, he'd greedily availed himself of the opportunity. Jason blushed
hotly all over. He had worked through the guilt and embarrassment that
had caused him with Lita's help and Jamie's understanding acceptance, but
he was still disturbed at how much he'd wanted to pull the compact form
into his arms and never let go. It was one of the reasons he held back
with Jamie so much.
*What the hell am I going to do now?* he asked
himself, leaning against the doorjamb. *I didn't see my jacket in her
room, it wouldn't be right to go rummaging through her things, but I also
can't just walk in on her when she's in the shower ... all nude and wet
and ...* He bit back a moan, too aware that the chill he'd been feeling
beat a hasty retreat before the heat firing his blood. Breathing deeply
to regain some control, Jason tried to think. It was not easy.
*I have to get out of here, go home,* he mused.
*To do that, I'm gonna need my keys. Jamie knows where they are. I have
to call her out. Right now, before I lose my mind.*
Thinking that Billy would be proud of him for that piece
of deductive reasoning, Jason drew a deep breath into his starved lungs,
attempted to calm his wildly-beating heart, and knocked on the wooden panel.
Once again, there was no answer, only the sound of splashing water.
"Jamie?"
Third time wasn't always the charm, it seemed;
the Purple Ranger obviously couldn't hear him above the water.
*If it's this loud out here, it must be more so inside;
I'll have to go in there and get her attention otherwise,* Jason realized
with a sinking heart ... and a rising erection. Doing his best to ignore
his sudden excitement, he tried the knob and felt his mouth go dry as the
door opened. The room was laden with moisture from the steamy hot water,
and toasty warm. Gingerly, the young man crossed the threshold, averting
his eyes against temptation as he noticed the blurred nude form moving
behind the glass shower doors. On silent hinges, the door swung shut behind
Jason.

~*~
Jamie reveled under the hot jets, letting the water pelt
her skin in a wet caress as she fantasized about leaning back against her
boyfriend's hard-muscled body ... the way she'd done a time or two when
they'd gone swimming. Only, it was not the playful touches he offered her
in public; instead, Jason would be cupping her breasts in his large hands
from behind, lifting and squeezing them while his thumbs flicked rapidly
over the hardened tips. She moaned as she let her own hands do what she
imagined Jason's caresses would feel like. She angled her head as she wished
for his warm mouth to nibble down her throat, and sighed deeply, licking
her lips as she dreamed of the gentle pressure of firm lips against her
own.
Swaying under the shower spray, lost in her pleasurable
daydream, Jamie vaguely heard the doorbell ring, but right now she couldn't
care less; let whoever was out in this miserable weather come back if it
was so urgent! She had other things on her mind ... like how it would feel
to have her boyfriend kiss his way down her spine, stroking and teasing
her heated skin, kneading her sensitive bottom until she could stand it
no longer and she began to hump her hips in silent entreaty. One of those
wonderful hands would then release her aching breast and wander down, down
... until it reached the nest of dark auburn curls between her thighs,
slipping a questing finger between the tingling folds.
"Ooooh yesssss, Jaaaaasoonnn," Jamie sighed blissfully,
unaware that it was her own hand exciting her to a fever pitch. The water
and her mounting arousal drowned out every sound, and she never heard the
bathroom door open and swing shut again. Nor was she aware of the broad-shouldered
presence hovering on the other side of the steamed-up glass doors.
Dark eyes closed in mingled desire and shock as Jason
heard Jamie moan his name. He'd never imagined his petite, feisty
girlfriend would be capable of making such a needy, wanton sound, and it
sent a surge of arousal into his already-straining anatomy. Totally oblivious
of the fact that he was soaked to the skin, that his clothes were clammy
and cold, Jason felt sweat break out all over his body. His breath started
to come in short, fast gasps, he felt light-headed with excitement, and
he reached out a hand to steady himself against something. Unfamiliar
with his surroundings, Jason placed his palm inadvertently against the
closest flat surface, which just happened to be the shower door. Following
the laws of physics, the pressure of his weight against the near-opaque
pane caused it to fold inwards. Jason's eyes snapped open when he nearly
lost his balance, and all of a sudden he found himself staring at Jamie
� naked, wet, and apparently masturbating in the shower while calling out
for him!
For the life of him, Jason couldn't keep back a needy
groan.
"Oohh, yes, Jase ... do that some more," Jamie purred,
eyes still closed, reacting to her fantasy and the low sound reaching her
ears. In her mind, Jason was parting her legs, moaning when she offered
no resistance to 'his' seeking fingers. She swivelled her hips slightly,
pressing her palm against her throbbing mound, but something wasn't quite
right, it didn't have the same quality as before. A faint brush of cold
air wafted across her skin, making her nipples tingle.
"Jason," Jamie sighed, oblivious to anything else, "touch
me...!" She drew a finger down the slit of her sex. "I want you!"
The young man thought he'd died and gone to heaven. This
was far better than anything even his most erotic daydream had featured;
not only was he able to feast his eyes on the sexy, compact form, with
her slender legs, firm butt and smooth abdomen, but the silky skin glistened
with moisture running down the valleys and slopes of Jamie's torso most
intriguingly. And her breasts ...
*Ohh maaaaaann,* Jason thought, swaying and trying
to regain his balance. *I always knew Jamie was stacked, but this ...!
She's better than Pam Anderson on Baywatch!* Avidly, his eyes devoured
every inch of the generous mounds, wishing he'd dare reach out and touch,
or better yet, draw a rosy pebbled bud into his mouth. His body reacted
strongly to the thought, and instinctively, Jason adjusted himself in his
rain-soaked jeans. The wet fabric chafed his throbbing erection, and when
he tried to compensate, he accidentally rubbed along his own hardness.
The strangled gasp the object of her explicit fantasy
couldn't suppress finally penetrated the sensual haze enveloping the Purple
Ranger. Hazel eyes snapped open, but Jamie was too lost in her world of
steamy wetness to react immediately, or even defensively. Only her hands
fell away from her body, displaying herself in all her naked glory to the
glittering dark eyes.
For a second or ten, the two Rangers stared at each other,
both desperately aroused and breathing hard. Then, Jamie focussed enough
to recognize her boyfriend. Unconsciously, her tensed muscles relaxed.
"Jason?" she breathed.
"J-Jamie," Jason stammered, aghast. Snatching his hand
hastily away from his aching crotch, he blushed as red as his sweatshirt.
However, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the delicious sight right
in front of him. They remained glued to the creamy skin, devouring every
inch as if imprinting the view in his very synapses. "I ... I'm sorry,
I ..." He swallowed hard, past the lump in his throat. The effort that
simple action cost him brought back a small measure of sanity, and he stumbled
backward a step or two � only to be brought up short by the closed bathroom
door. "I ... I've gotta go," he mumbled, embarrassed beyond anything.
Jamie quickly regained her equilibrium, and seeing the
normally composed Red Morphin' Warrior so flustered helped her get over
the attack of shyness she couldn't prevent. After all, she'd never been
in a man's presence completely without clothes since she'd become an adult
... excepting a doctor's visit here or there. She knew she ought to cover
herself, grab a towel or whatever, be ashamed ... *No. There's no shame
in nudity. Not when it's with someone you trust.* Deep down, something
stirred within her that found this situation anything but shameful.
Rather, if she was honest with herself, she was ... delighted. They'd been
waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time now. And that
thought, instead of dampening her arousal, fanned the slightly diminished
embers into a softly glowing fire.
"Why?" she asked, in a voice she hardly recognized as
her own.
"Wh-what?" Jason gulped, face flaming. *Why have I
never noticed how sexy Jamie's voice is? So low, and husky ... almost rough
...*
"Why do you have to go?" Jamie elaborated, reaching casually
behind herself to turn off the water. The sudden silence seeped through
the bathroom, engulfing the couple, the only sounds breaking the stillness
Jamie's slightly accelerated breathing and Jason's harsh intakes of air.
"You ... you're ..." he said at a loss, gesturing helplessly
towards her. Jamie thought it was too cute. Hiding her smile, she took
a small step forward. Jason flinched as if she'd hit him, and a fresh rush
of color flooded his face.
"I'm naked," the young woman confirmed matter-of-factly,
but in a voice that sent chills down Jason's spine that had nothing whatsoever
to do with the still-pouring rain splattering on the rooftop, or his soaked
clothes. "Don't you like what you see?" Jamie put a hand on her hip and
straightened, thrusting her shoulders slightly back and thereby emphasizing
her generous swells. It was a very sexy pose, more so because it was entirely
unconscious. Jason shuddered.
"Well?"
"W-well wh-what?" he croaked, hardly able to form the
words. He knew he ought to turn and run, get away from here � from her!
� as fast as he could if he valued his sanity, but his stocking feet seemed
to be plastered to the bathroom tiles ... just as his eyes seemed to be
permanently fastened on the rosy nipples pouting at him so invitingly.
Jason licked his suddenly-dry lips, wanting desperately to taste them just
once, to feel them harden against his tongue, to bury his face in the valley
between her breasts ... his own steamy fantasy was interrupted by his girlfriend's
somewhat exasperated voice.
"I asked, don't you like what you see!?"
"I, er .. Oh! Sure! I mean, I, uh ..." Jason felt the
blood rise in his cheeks ... and descend further down, to pool in his already-straining
anatomy, making him ache all over as Jamie's question forced him to really
see her instead of doubting his vision.
"I like it very much," he managed to whisper hoarsely
at last, tearing his eyes away from Jamie's chest to sweep lower, visually
devouring the reddish-brown triangle at the apex of her thighs, her softly-rounded
hips, legs that were long and smooth despite her lack of overall height
and back up again, to the wet strands of hair curling around her neck,
her so invitingly-damp rosy mouth ... until he met her hazel orbs at last.
The expression in them was a mixture of fond amusement and curiosity over
a layer of barely-dampened desire, and it made him feel strangely bold
and shy at the same time. He managed to find his voice at last. "You're
gorgeous, Jamie."
The compliment was sincere; even though it was nothing
new, nothing he hadn't told her before when she'd dressed up for a date,
Jamie knew Jason meant every word. Inwardly, she relaxed; although she
would rather die than admit it out loud, she'd been a little apprehensive
about his reaction to seeing her nude for the first time. The young woman
smiled warmly at her boyfriend.
"Thank you." The seductive timbre of her voice surprised
both Rangers.
Jason shuddered once more, from his dripping hair to his
unshod feet, and Jamie let her own eyes roam, noting appreciatively how
the wet sweatshirt clung to his broad chest, the soaked jeans hugged his
narrow hips and how ... her eyes widened as she inadvertently saw something
shift right behind the zipper. Something that could only be Jason's erection.
"Ooohhh," she sighed, feeling her throat constrict and
heat curl in her belly, similar to and yet totally different from what
she'd felt only minutes before, while she was fantasizing under the shower.
It dispelled any doubts or hesitation she might have had. Jamie knew she
wanted Jason, wanted to make love with him ... had done so for a good long
while, and somehow, without making any big plans, the opportunity was there.
The Purple Ranger was not the woman to let chance slip through her hands,
so she took a graceful step out of the shower stall, towards the mesmerized
Jason. Big as the master bathroom was, it was still pretty close confines,
and she now stood only a foot or so away from her boyfriend � close enough
for him to touch, if he wanted to. If he dared.
Jason could hardly breathe. All of his dreams, his fantasies
about Jamie seemed to be coming true here and now, when he wasn't prepared,
when he'd had no thought but to get his housekeys back ... but going home
to a boring accounting assignment was the farthest thing from his mind
as he drank in the sight and scent of her. His eyes began to glow from
deep within as his senses were filled with the warmth radiating from Jamie's
creamy skin, reaching out to him, begging him to draw it close to his own
body until the flames he could feel stirring in his blood burst into a
conflagration that would consume them both. Jason knew that Jamie
wouldn't object, would most likely match him fire for fire, and yet he
held back, not wanting to presume anything, his sense of honor and some
last vestige of insecurity, of apprehension about this step into intimacy,
the unknown, making him hesitate to accept what was so generously, so excitingly,
silently offered.
"Jamie," he moaned, not knowing if he was asking her to
go or to close the last bit of distance between them. The needy sound,
accompanied by a smoldering look he couldn't have averted if he'd tried,
decided Jamie. *This is it. What I � we � have been waiting
for. This ... now ... is right!* Hazel eyes deepened to golden-green
when she leaned forward, raised her hands to bury them in his short-cropped,
near-black hair and drew his head down to hers.
Their lips met, rested gently against each other for a
timeless moment, then opened almost simultaneously to allow tongues to
touch ... dancing around each other with mounting passion until they tasted
deeply of the other, asking and agreeing without words where they would
go from here.
*Yes ...*
The thought beat in both their minds, filling them, making
them open up, giving and taking, letting their long-suppressed passions
flow freely from her mouth to his, through his warm breath to hers.
The Red Morphin' Warrior felt his control slip as they
kissed, but he made no attempt to hold on to it; this was more than he
could resist. Not that he really wanted to. Holding Jamie in his arms,
naked like this, had been his secret wish for so long that he was deeply
disappointed when the need to breathe made it necessary for them to release
each other, even if only for a moment. Jamie's large eyes were luminous
as she smiled at him, a petite, powerful seductress who held him in thrall
willingly. With an expression that made his gut clench with desire, she
closed that final bit of distance between them and stepped directly into
his arms, which automatically closed around her nude, wet form.
"AAARRRGGGGHHH!"
Jamie's indignant shriek and recoil broke the sensual
haze enveloping Jason's mind more effectively than a monster attack. He
jerked back, staring at her in bewilderment.
"J-Jamie? What's w-wrong?" Jason stammered, torn between
desire and shock. Her face was scrunched up in a ferocious scowl, she'd
crossed her arms around herself, hiding her breasts from his view (much
to his disappointment!) and was glaring at him.
"You're wet! And COLD!" she accused him, unable to control
a shiver.
"I ... what?" Belatedly, Jason became aware that he was
still in his soaked and muddied clothes, and that he was damn near freezing;
spring rains in California, while rare, were no less uncomfortable than
in other parts of the country. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. It's raining," he mumbled,
still befuddled by the sudden change in atmosphere.
"I know that, Jason," Jamie huffed, still trying
to get over the shock her shower-warmed skin had suffered at the full contact
with her boyfriend's chilly wardrobe. "Why do you think I'm taking a shower
in the first place?!?" *Really � sometimes he's just too dumb!*
Reality came knocking loudly; and while his simmering
hormones told him it could take a flying leap to the far side of the moon,
Jason fought down his raging need. Summoning what he hoped was a suitably
regretful smile, he moved as far away from temptation's reach as he could
� which was less than a yard in the close confines between shower and bathroom
door.
"I just came to get my keys; I left them in my jacket,"
the young man explained awkwardly, willing the hardness in his pants to
dissolve. He had not an awful lot of success, not with Jamie standing before
him looking so deliciously dishevelled. "If you'll just tell me where they
are, I'll be outta here in a second."
Even though it was the very last thing he wanted to do,
Jason fumbled behind him for the door handle. Just as his shaky fingers
closed around it, Jamie stopped him with a suddenly-furious look that covered
something else, something he couldn't define.
"Jason Lee Scott, if you walk out of here now, I'm going
to hurt you! Bad!"
Despite himself, his heart began to beat faster, and his
traitorous genitals seemed to leap with joy inside his damp clothes.
"Jamie, I ... I just don't want to take advantage of the
situation ... of you," he murmured, hoping with all his might she'd see
through his evasion. Jamie being Jamie, she did. At once.
"You're not taking advantage, and you know it," she declared,
calmer now. Her skin had begun to warm up again in the steam-laden air,
and she relaxed, discovering the embers of need and desire hadn't been
completely doused. Quite the contrary, in fact; the kiss they'd shared
was still very fresh on her mind. And her lips still tingled with ghost
pressure from his. Purple Zeo lowered her arms again, displaying her lightly-tanned
skin once more to his appreciative eyes. The fire dancing in them flared
briefly, giving her confidence to ask the next question. Not that she thought
she really needed to, but one never knew ...

~*~
"Jason ... do you want to make love to me, or not?"
Jason had never lied to Jamie. He wouldn't do so now.
"Yes. You know I do."
"Then get out of these wet clothes and come take a shower
with me," she ordered, letting her voice drop into a sexy drawl. "I want
you to hold me under the water ... getting warm with me ... before we get
really hot."
There was no denying the blatant invitation. Swallowing
hard, dark-as-night eyes taking on a deep glow, Jason wordlessly grasped
the hem of his sweatshirt and pulled it over his head.
Even though she'd seen Jason strip off his shirt on numerous
occasions before, Jamie couldn't help the thrill chasing down her spine
when he bared his truly magnificent chest to her smoldering eyes. The garment
fell to the floor beside him, and he put his hands on the waistband of
his jeans, strong fingers toying with the metal snap. A pink tongue tip
moistened suddenly dry lips in an unconsciously seductive move, and she
heard the soft moan and intake of breath Jason was unable to suppress.
Jamie's hazel eyes darted from his narrow hips to his face, and she answered
the mute question without hesitation.
"Go on ..."
The tanned skin rippled over his impressive muscles as
Jason inhaled deeply once more, then he opened the top closure. Fingers
made clumsy by excitement and a bit of nervousness fumbled for the zipper
tab, and the metallic rasp as it slid down seemed extraordinarily loud
to both young people. The stiff denim gaped immediately, but there was
no turning back now; sliding his palms inside his pants, Jason shimmied
them down his legs, kicking them carelessly aside when they puddled around
his ankles.
Jamie had to bite back an involuntary grin as she looked
at her near-naked boyfriend; she couldn't help it, but he did look
sort of funny standing there so expectantly (and at the same time, a little
bit shyly), clad in nothing but white athletic socks and a pair of snug
dark-red briefs ... which were extremely tented in front. A wet spot the
size of a Power Coin had already started to form in one place near the
elastic. Her heartbeat accelerated at what that signified, and suddenly
she couldn't wait any longer. She wanted � no, needed � to see all
of Jason, to touch him, feel him ...
"Take it off, Jase." Her voice was husky, low, sensual,
and totally irresistible.
Shivering with arousal, Jason slid his hands inside his
underwear, bent and removed briefs and socks in one move. He let the garments
drop next to his pants and slowly straightened. Blood as red as his uniform
flooded his face and gathered in his groin, making him ache, but he did
nothing to hide himself from Jamie, standing before her as naked as she,
his erection jutting straight at her, proudly, throbbingly alive, as he
allowed the girl he loved to look at him to her heart's content. Which
Jamie did, her eyes shimmering like antique gold as she drank in the sight
of him.
Jason was ... breathtaking. From his dark hair, near-black
eyes and impossibly broad shoulders down to his narrow hips and powerful
thighs, the young man standing before her, hiding not a single part of
his sculpted physique, inflamed her senses and made her ... want.
His touch. To touch him. Everything.
Jamie licked her lips again, her own chest starting to
heave. The thought of pressing herself against Jason's body, of feeling
his smooth skin, hairless except for that near-black patch at the apex
of his thighs, made her blush and moan, and dizzy with a rush of desire.
To cover her excitement, she took a step backwards; steadying herself,
she retreated into the shower stall once more. Hoping Jason couldn't see
how much her hands were shaking, Jamie turned on the water again, then
reached out to him.
"Join me?" she whispered with a come-hither look.
Without a word, Jason grasped the small hand and climbed
into the shallow shower bowl with her, moving under the soothingly warm
spray of water. Absently, he closed the glass door behind himself, and
then Jamie was in his arms, her gorgeously nude form pressed full-length
against his own nakedness. He gasped slightly; whether from the water suddenly
pelting his still-chilled flesh, or from the sensation of moist, soft-smelling
skin gliding against his own, he didn't know. For a timeless moment, their
eyes met and held, then a groan rose from the depths of Jason's chest and
he kissed her, deeply, hungrily, devouring the soft mouth as if he were
starving and suddenly presented with a laden banquet.
"Oh God, Jamie ...!"
"Yes ...."
They swallowed each other's moans as their hands began
to roam, from shoulders to hips to firm buttocks, her fulsome mounds mashed
against his chest and his hardness boring into the softness of her belly.
Water continued to rain down on their bodies, warming them from the outside
just as their kisses and caresses heated their blood from the inside. Too
soon for Jamie's liking, though, Jason tore his lips from hers. He cupped
her wet face with both hands, placing nip-kisses on her cheeks, jaw, forehead
... holding on tightly to his waist as she was, Jamie could feel him tremble.
"Are you absolutely sure about this?" Jason asked her
between kisses, tracing his tongue along the outline of her mouth. "Because
if you aren't, I can still stop ..." *I hope. Even if it's gonna kill
me ...*
The pulsing shaft shifting against her told a different
story, but Jamie never was one to shy away from her own desires and needs.
"Don't be stupid," she murmured, thrusting her hips against
his in open invitation and threading her arms around his neck. She kissed
Jason hard. "If you stop now, I will have to seriously hurt you."
Relieved, the young man chuckled and bent down to take
the lush mouth once more in an intoxicating kiss. His large hands skimmed
the sides and underswells of her breasts, making her nipples tingle and
ache, then wandered lower to cup her tush. His fingertips briefly teased
the cleft separating the smooth halves.
"Mmm. I'd like to see you try."
"Don't tempt me," she warned, laughter in her voice. Her
own hands weren't idle, rubbing the steaming water all over his pecs, flicking
his tiny nipples with an insolent finger just to make him gasp.
"Who's tempting whom here?" Jason wondered, cautiously
giving in to the excitement bubbling in his veins. Maneuvering a hand between
them, he hefted a full breast, rubbing his thumb over the hardened tip.
"I know you're already irresistible."
Unable to hide her pleased smile, Jamie melted against
him, tucking her head in the crook between his throat and shoulder. "Good."
She licked up a trail of water trickling down just past her mouth and felt
him shudder pleasurably. Intrigued, she repeated the action, tasting his
skin under the clear liquid.
"Uuunnh ... oh man, Jamie, stop!"
Suddenly, she found herself crushed against Jason's strong
body.
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"I like it a bit too much," Jason confessed with a rueful
grin. Although it was the last thing he wanted to do, he eased his hips
away from the yielding softness cradling him. "If you don't, this'll be
over before we really started."
Jamie shook the still-running water out of her eyes. "What
do you ... oh." She giggled, sending him a naughty look from under her
spiky lashes that had the blood boiling in his veins. "Wouldn't that
be a shame!" Twining her arms around his neck again, she kissed him once
more. "So ... what do you suggest we do instead?"
"How about taking this someplace more comfortable?" Jason
suggested, reaching behind the young woman and turning off the shower.
"Like, say, your bed?"
"Mmm. I like the way you think," she agreed, and reluctantly
stepped out of her soon-to-be lover's arms. Snagging her towel, she wrapped
it around herself, shivering at the look of disappointment visible in his
eyes. "Go get dry."
"Yes, milady," the Red Morphin' Warrior grinned, helping
his short companion onto the cool tiles. While Jamie quickly dried her
auburn locks and ran a brush through the tangles, Jason did likewise, then
wrapped another towel around his hips. She snickered as his undiminished
erection poked out, as if reluctant to be covered up. He followed her gaze
down his body, flushed and scowled briefly, but after a breathless moment
both broke into laughter, surging together once more.
"You're impossible," Jason murmured, nuzzling against
her temple. "Sometimes I really don't know why I like you so much."
"Because the impossible has always been a challenge you
couldn't pass up?" she suggested, grinning impudently into his glittering
eyes.
"Must be. It can't have been your sweet personality,"
he jibed gently. Before Jamie could come up with a fitting rejoinder, Jason
simply scooped her up into his arms. Uttering a surprised squeak, the short
redhead clamped her arms around him and held on for dear life as he cradled
her against his chest. Her towel gaped open and color flooded her creamy
skin at the unabashed lusty stare he swept over her exposed body. Shouldering
the bathroom door open, Jason maneuvered into the hallway with his sexy
burden. "On the other hand, you do have some ... er, assets that
make a lot of things worth putting up with ..." Jason's already low voice
seemed to have dropped another octave as he easily lifted her to place
a too-brief kiss right between her breasts, sending a delicious shiver
down Jamie's spine. Expecting a tart protest, he was pleasantly surprised
when she just tightened her hold around his neck, laughed softly and kissed
his chin.
"Take me to bed, Jason."
"Right."
With a few short strides, he crossed the landing and entered
Jamie's bedroom. The door swung silently into the lock as he lowered her
to the floor again right in front of her bed. Their towels got dislodged
in the process and both held on to each other, pressed close from head
to foot as they kissed once more. Then, Jamie carefully disentangled herself
from Jason's embrace. They didn't need words to communicate as they pulled
off the cover from her wide bed, draped a fresh plush towel over sheet
and pillow and turned on the nightlight. While darkness hadn't completely
fallen outside yet, it was too dark to see clearly, and both knew they
preferred being able to read each other's expressions. Jamie opened her
desk drawer, rummaged around briefly and matter-of-factly placed a few
foil packages within easy reach on her nightstand, which earned her a relieved
smile from Jason. He wasn't prepared, and he'd have hated to have to run
out to the next drugstore now. At last, when their preparations
were complete, she lay down on the pale-lavender towel, her hair a dark
auburn halo around her face.
Mutely, Jamie held out a hand to her boyfriend, and with
a sigh Jason sank down next to her, taking her in his arms once more.

~*~
Zeo Ranger and Morphin' Warrior stayed like this for long
minutes, assimilating the fact that they were indeed in Jamie's bed, together,
naked ... about to make love for the first time. Somehow, in a very indefinable
fashion, this felt different than before, in the shower. That had been
a flare of barely-disguised lust; this ... this was still the same desire,
but muted, more subdued, tempered by a tenderness that Jamie very seldom
allowed. Maybe that was why she wanted to draw the moment out, to stay
like this for a small eternity, just letting the anticipation build between
them. And Jason granted her this period, sensing at a subliminal level
that Jamie wasn't quite as nonchalant as she tried to appear, despite
her earlier boldness. He just held her, head tucked into the crook of his
shoulder, running a gentle, undemanding hand slowly up and down her back.
His own need was clamoring for attention, but he told his simmering hormones
to back off, to wait for just the right time.
It came when Jamie released a shuddering breath, drew
back slightly and sent a smile his way that was pure temptation. She trailed
a finger from his temple down his cheek, to circle his lips until she replaced
it with her tongue. Jason met her wet oral organ with his own, engaging
her in a sensual dance as old as time. Then, she pressed insistently against
his shoulders.
"Lie back ..."
"Mmm," he rumbled, settling against the pillow. Midnight-dark
eyes shone as she sat up, alighting on her swaying breasts. Reaching out
with a hand that shook slightly, he placed his palm over one generous swell.
"Oh man ... awesome!"
"You sound almost like Tommy," Jamie giggled, liking the
sensation as she felt her nipple contract against the calloused warmth.
Before Jason could object, she leaned forward and kissed him into silence.
"Shush, love." A sultry smile softened her words. "I'd like to get to really
know this yummy body of yours. Do you mind?"
Jason felt his blush creep from his cheeks down his shoulders
until it seemed to pool in his groin as the implied compliment sank in.
On the other hand, it might also have been the featherlight touch of her
fingers dancing over his chest that made his aching manhood twitch and
stretch to its fullest size.
"N-not at aaaaaall," he moaned, closing his eyes in bliss
when Jamie continued to explore him ... arms, chest, abs, thighs ... and
always, always skirting around the one place he wanted her to touch him
most. As her fingers brushed the edge of the patch of dark curls once again,
he instinctively snapped his hips up and forward, as if he were seeking
her hand. However, Jamie had already withdrawn once again, dipping a teasing
finger in his navel instead.
"Jamie ...!" he groaned. As an answer, the Purple Ranger
kissed a small brown nipple, flicking her tongue over the hardened nub.
"Uuunnhh!"
"Look at me, Jason," she commanded gently.
Shuddering once, he complied. The heat in his gaze threatened
to burn her, but Jamie wasn't afraid of the fire � not anymore. Sometimes,
she'd thought that her near-rape years ago would make her freeze up somehow,
despite Lita's help and Jason's understanding when she'd finally confessed
the sordid episode to him a while ago, but instead of turning her to ice,
the flames in the dark eyes burned the shadows away. The love and trust
she shared with the man lying next to her cleansed her of all lingering
fear and doubts, and Jamie gave herself over willingly, purging mind and
soul as her body melted under the sensations she was producing in him.
For his part, Jason was determined not to frighten Jamie
by appearing too rough or too demanding, but it was getting increasingly
harder to hold back, not to reach out and crush her under him, to
wait for what he was being given instead of taking what his most
primal instincts told him was his already. He couldn't help the moans and
sighs rumbling up from his starving lungs, though, as Jamie grew bolder
in her explorations, seeking out his most sensitive spots with near-telepathic
certainty. Jason knew he was trembling and didn't care when the small but
strong fingers finally found their way to his groin, to dance in a butterfly
caress along his aching, close-to-bursting shaft.
"Oh God ..."
The needy exclamation brought the green-gold eyes to his,
and the expression of wonder and delight in them underneath the desire
and yes, the lust, made him summon whatever patience and restraint he had
left in the near-exhausted well of control; he could and would not deprive
Jamie of this time, when she almost visibly shed the last of her inhibitions
and transformed into pure temptation before his very eyes. Jason couldn't
hold her sultry look when she first cupped his balls in her palm, rolling
them slightly in their crinkly, hairy pouch before releasing the twin globes
to skitter her fingertips up the satin-skinned length of his erection,
stopping just at the ridge under the purplish-brown head.
Jason could feel himself breaking out all over in a light
sheen of sweat. Jamie held him lightly � *far too lightly! Damn, why
doesn't she continue?* � but would not move. Gasping for air, he dragged
his eyes open and looked at his girlfriend imploringly, clenching his fists
into the bedclothes. "D-don't stop, Jamie � please! You're driving me nuts!"
he moaned, twisting his hips instinctively, trying to pump his throbbing
erection into her small but capable hand.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked huskily, tightening
her hold on the smooth shaft a little.
A fresh rush of color flooded Jason's cheeks, but he was
too far gone to care. "Jack me off ... oh man!" Her fingers left his coronal
ridge and danced back towards his balls. A small drop of moisture seeped
out and cooled on his heated skin, making the muscles in his abdomen ripple.
"Jase, I'm new at this; you need to tell me what you want,"
Jamie murmured, blushing herself. Sure, she had some theoretical knowledge
of the mechanics, of what would most likely make Jason feel good, but this
was her first time of actually touching a man intimately, and she
didn't want to make any mistakes. What if she inadvertently hurt him? If
Jason's genitals were anywhere near as sensitive as her own ... the shudder
coursing through his powerful frame as she trailed a finger over the oh-so-soft
cap of his penis, spreading the fluid leaking from the tip around, seemed
to confirm that. "Help me, Jase," she whispered, pressing an openmouthed
kiss on the nearest nipple.
He had to swallow several times to make his voice cooperate.
Then, Jason loosened his deathgrip on the fabric bunched in his hands.
He was not at all surprised to find his fingers were shaking as he closed
them around her much smaller ones.
"Like this," he rasped, guiding her in how fast to hold
him and showing her how to move at the perfect tempo up and down his pulsating
cock. "God, Jamie, that feels so awesome ....!"
Smiling relievedly, Jamie leaned on one elbow, snuggled
against Jason's side and watched him as she continued to masturbate him,
first in the gentle rhythm he'd established, but soon getting bolder and
more adventurous. The young woman altered the strength of her grip, sometimes
holding him very loosely, then squeezing harder, changed the tempo of her
strokes from torturously slow to hard and fast (and any variation in between),
straying occasionally downwards to fondle his balls or up towards the slick
head. At the back of her mind, a voice told her to scoot down and kiss
and lick the silk-steel shaft, but Jamie shushed it; she was too busy learning
what pleased her lover most, gauging the effect her caresses had on Jason
from the way he moaned and writhed on the bed next to her.
*There'll be time for other things later; right now
I just want to make him feel good ... and to make him make me feel
good, too!*
From the ecstatic expression playing across Jason's flushed
face, she was doing okay ... more than that, actually, if his increasingly
louder moans were any indication. His tanned skin was slick with perspiration,
making his sculpted muscles stand out in sharp relief, and the slightly
musky scent of his skin teased her own senses, making her pulse beat just
a little faster. Jason's eyes were closed again as he abandoned himself
to her inexperienced touch, and the obvious enjoyment he derived from what
her hand was doing transmitted itself to Jamie. She'd never dreamed that
his responses would be so open, so ... unguarded. *I wonder ... can
I be this uninhibited? Terry is,* she mused, continuing to pleasure
her lover. *She's my clone; if she can, so can I. I just wish he'll
touch me ... or do I make him come first like this?* The thought was
strangely exciting, but what Jamie really wanted was to have Jason hold
her, to surrender herself to him at least just this once. Her grip tightened
again, and he drew in a hissing breath, giving another instinctive thrust
with his hips that Jamie imagined would have driven him deep inside her
if they'd already progressed to the next step. *Which we will soon ...
VERY soon!*
The thought was intoxicating; to her surprised delight,
Jamie felt heat coil once more deep in her belly, her breasts started to
tingle with the need to be caressed, her nipples hardened and she knew
the wetness between her thighs had nothing at all to do with her earlier
shower. Just as she was debating within herself what to do next, the dark
eyes snapped open and Jason's hand shot out, trapping hers around his hot,
hard pole.
"Stop, Jamie," he growled/groaned, breathing in hard,
fast gasps. She wanted to ask if she'd done something wrong, if he didn't
like her experimenting, but the fire burning in his gaze robbed her of
speech. Before Jamie could find her voice again, Jason surged forward,
pulled her into his arms and in a lightning-quick maneuver rolled them
both over so that she was on her back, wedged one knee between her thighs
and loomed above her, light skin and dark hair, filling her vision until
nothing else existed. His erection lay against her soft skin, a heated
fleshy sword all set to pierce her, and for just a second, Jamie froze,
old, nearly-forgotten terrors rearing their heads again. With his next
move, Jason banished them forever. Because instead of claiming her as ferociously
as his eyes blazed their message into hers, he gathered her firmly against
him, taking care not to crush her with his greater weight and strength,
then lowered his head to take her mouth in a kiss that was anything but
what Jamie expected.
They had devoured each other's mouths with passion and
lust in the shower, and on other occasions; she'd seen how Terry had subjugated
Jason with a single hot liplock, and since then they'd skirted the edge
of decency and control more than once when they'd explored the taste of
passion before with thrusting tongues and demanding lips. They'd also shared
warm, gentle, undemanding kisses, both in public and private. This, however
...
Jason laid his lips against Jamie's as tenderly as he
knew how, nibbling softly at the petal-like skin until her lips parted,
returning the gentle pressure. It wasn't easy to hold back, to control
his raging need, but somehow he sensed this was what he needed to do to
win the redhead's complete trust. Her involuntary reaction just moments
ago hadn't escaped him, and he didn't want Jamie frightened in any way,
neither of him nor of what they were about to do. Besides, it would give
him some time to calm himself, or their first time would be over before
it really started. *Damn ... if she's this good now, what's she
gonna be like with experience?!?* The thought sent a small shiver of
anticipation down Jason's spine, and he concentrated once more on the here
and now � the joining of their mouths.
Their breaths mingled, and they drank of each other thirstily
but without greed. Just when the need for more made itself known, Jason
slipped his tongue between the white teeth which parted without resistance,
seeking out Jamie's own tongue to twine and dance with the supple organ
until they were fused as closely together as possible. And yet there was
no pressure, no compulsion ... just a loving give and take, an opening
of selves to each other that was sweeter than anything they'd ever shared,
even their very first kiss. And the fact that they were nude together made
it only more right, somehow.
Jamie's eyes were glowing pure gold when Jason ended the
kiss as tenderly as he'd begun it, and every last bit of tension had drained
from her body. She smiled at him, touched his cheek and responded eagerly
when he claimed her mouth again, a little more forcefully this time.
"Mmmm," she sighed erotically when he finally started
to lick and nibble his way from her swollen, tingling lips down her throat
to the hollow at the base. He swirled his tongue there leisurely, making
the Purple Ranger shiver with pleasure. The dark eyes then looked up into
hers, laughter in their depths and the fire banked for the moment.
"You're terrific," Jason murmured, rubbing his hips gently,
suggestively against her. "But I think it's my turn now."
"You don't mind?" Jamie whispered, becoming aware that
even this tender interlude hadn't diminished her own arousal; on the contrary,
she wanted Jason's touch now more than ever.
"Mind? I've waited so long for this ... wanted to see
you, touch you, taste you ... and I'm going to," he promised, shifting
so that he lay next to her, an arm cradled around her shoulder so that
her head was nestled against his chest, but that he was free to look and
explore with his free hand to his heart's content. "Any objections?" A
little imp danced in his eyes, and Jamie responded with a small, delighted
giggle.
"Only one ..."
"Oh?" He kissed the tip of her nose, then brushed her
lips briefly once more with his own.
"Uh huh. What's taking you so long?"
Her laughter was smothered in a deep kiss.

~*~
Jamie looked up into her lover's face with shining eyes
as Jason propped himself up on one elbow, rested his head in his hand and
surveyed the luscious body next to his with an openly admiring gaze. He
smoothed his free hand down her far arm gently, leaving tiny goosebumps
in its wake.
"Y'know, I thought Terry looked pretty hot, that time
in the pocket dimension," he murmured, smiling as she started to bristle
despite herself at the memory. "And that was when I only got to look down
her blouse." His hand trailed from her fingers further down to her leg,
causing Jamie to catch her breath. "Deep in my mind I wished all the time
it was you instead of her, but ..." Jason shrugged. He'd been under a spell,
after all, Terry was her mirror reflection, and Jamie had forgiven
him his involuntary lapse long ago. "Sneaking peeks at you on Danata was
something else again," he continued, walking his fingers across her knee
to the sensitive skin at the inside of her thigh. She purred delightedly.
"So you did look?"
He grinned. "Of course. I'm only Human, after all. I didn't
know if I would ever get another chance like that soon, now did I?"
"I dunno." Jamie squirmed slightly as he skimmed over
her gently-rounded hip. "You let a perfect opportunity pass," she pouted.
"Not because I really wanted to," Jason whispered, telling
her with a kiss and a slight bump of his groin against her body just how
much he regretted his reticence then. "But you know we'd sort of promised
our folks ... I wanted you so much, I hurt."
"Mmmm. Me, too," Jamie replied just as softly, telling
him with a smile that she forgave him � provided he didn't back out on
her now. Which he had no intention of doing. To prove it, the warm hand
moved lower, brushing delicately over the bush of auburn hair at the juncture
of her legs. "Oooohhh...."
She stiffened momentarily as a fingertip found the slit
between her netherlips, dipping inside a fraction of an inch � enough for
Jason to feel her wetness and to send electric tingles deep into her womb
and up into her breasts. Her nipples hardened even more, and she drew in
a shuddering breath.
His chuckle was a warm gust of air against her cheek.
"You like that?"
"... yes ..."
"Good."
Covering the rosy lips once more with his own, seeking
a trifle impatiently for her tongue, Jason moved over to her other leg,
duplicating his caress in the other direction. He could taste her
excited moan as he kissed her leisurely but thoroughly, stopping only when
he'd reached the smooth shoulder tucked against his chest. Tracing an imaginary
line across her collarbone, he tickled the hollow at the base of her throat,
simultaneously nibbling from Jamie's mouth along her jaw and down her throat
until he could lick sensually at that pulse point, feeling her rapid heartbeat
against the tip of his tongue. He repeated the languid caress ... not just
once, but several times, until Jamie's peaches-and-cream skin was damp
with a light sheen of perspiration, taking on a golden glow in the semi-darkness.
Shifting slightly on the firm mattress, he decided he'd held back long
enough � the generous swells heaving so enticingly (and so close!) were
more than he could resist any longer.
"You're so gorgeous, Jamie," he murmured thickly, drawing
his hand down the valley between her breasts and to one side, finally
letting it curve around one so-soft mound. "And I want you � you,
not Terry, or anyone else." His own pulse skyrocketed as he felt the round
weight settle perfectly into his palm. His thumb came to rest just below
the hardened peak, and Jamie moaned again. Swallowing hard, he brushed
against the sensitive tissue and was rewarded with a further tightening
of the rosy-brown crinkled skin. Curious and more boldly, he touched the
erect little kernel again, listening to the sounds of her pleasure.
Jamie shivered under Jason's tender ministrations, torn
between wanting to experience more of the exquisite gentleness but needing
a stronger touch. Her craving was winning, but she didn't want to rush
things; this was what she'd wanted for so long ... surely she could wait
a little longer? However, she could not suppress a tiny whimper
of longing. It brought the midnight-dark eyes back to her own. No longer
caring that she was giving herself completely into Jason's care, she lifted
a trembling hand to touch his tousled hair.
"Please," she entreated, incapable of more.
Only too happy to oblige the unspoken plea, the muscular
young man smiled, an expression halfway between love and lust, before he
bent his head towards the throbbing mound. His breath was hot against her
skin as he touched the tip of his tongue to the very peak, then circled
excruciatingly slowly around her areola. The slender body in his arms arched
up and the fingers tightened convulsively in his hair as he licked and
tasted of her, relishing the tremors racking the young woman when he at
last closed his lips around her nipple, suckling gently. Jason could feel
his own arousal, which had abated some during the time he'd explored her,
surge higher once more, his shaft pulsing hard and ready against a silky
hip.
The petite redhead shivered voluptuously when he switched
sides, paying just as much attention to her other breast. She was aching
with need, her sex oozing with moisture, but this was too exciting, made
her feel wanton and free as Jason devoured her with increasing vigour.
His hands weren't idle while his lips and tongue caressed her breasts;
they skimmed over her quivering belly, skirting closer and closer to her
womanly core. When he once more carefully explored the puffy slit, she
let her legs fall open in invitation while she pressed his face deeper
into her bosom. A small, delighted cry escaped Jamie's throat as Jason
touched her clit for the first time.
"YES!!!"
Arrows of desire darted outwards and inwards from that
most sensitive place, and Jamie writhed instinctively against Jason's large
hand, driving the questing digits deeper into her womanhood. They became
slippery as her natural juices coated them, and the sensations were driving
her wild. A tentative foray into her vagina had her nearly sobbing, and
with sudden clarity she knew that the moment had arrived. Panting
hard, she lifted the dark head from its feasting.
Jamie's eyes were glittering like emeralds shot with gold
as she met Jason's dark orbs with a hot look that sent his senses reeling.
"Come into me, Jason," she breathed throatily, spreading
her legs even wider. "I need you � now!"
"Yeah," he murmured, rearing up to kiss her one more time.
He moved between the slim thighs, fitting his aching length against her
moisture. Both moaned at the delicious sensation, relishing the contact
of satiny smoothness with wet heat. "God, you feel good ..."
However, the realization of why it felt so good
brought back a measure of sanity. Even though it was the hardest thing
he'd ever done, Jason lifted up again and raised himself into a kneeling
position. His broad chest was heaving, and his tanned skin gleamed in the
lamplight. To Jamie, right now he was the most gorgeous male creature she'd
ever seen � and that was saying much, given the fact that all of her male
friends were extremely handsome, fit and well-built. She wanted Jason with
an intensity that was almost painful, but to her surprise, he wasn't looking
at her, at what she was offering him, but towards her nightstand. He reached
over, hissing sharply as his erection brushed against her skin, and picked
up something from the foot of her nightlight.
"Jason? What's wrong?" she gasped, not comprehending the
delay.
"Nothing," he rasped, grinning a bit ruefully. The look
in his eyes was full of heat and promise as he showed her the condom he'd
taken. "We almost forgot this, is all."
"Oh," she laughed, relaxing again. A look into his eyes
showed her he shared her momentary disappointment, but it'd be foolish
to take any unnecessary chances. "You're right ... but hurry, please?"
"Mmm. Help me?" he requested, giving her a sexy grin as
he tore open the square cellophane packet with strong white teeth.
"Sure ..." Jamie smiled back wickedly, fondling him intimately
as she steadied his jutting shaft. Soon, the thin latex sheath was fitted
snugly around Jason's sex, and he took her into his arms again, cradled
once more at her feminine core. Kissing her deeply and sensually, he moved
suggestively against her, making her gasp.
"Now where were we?"
"Right about here, I think," she murmured huskily, guiding
him to the entrance of her body without hesitation. When he was perfectly
positioned, Jamie rested her palms against the broad shoulders and lifted
her legs slightly around the narrow hips. "Don't make me wait any longer
..."
"Wouldn't dream of it ..."
Carefully, Jason pressed forward, his senses reeling as
the crown of his penis slid effortlessly into the wet heat. His heartrate
soared and there was a faint buzzing in his ears as he inched deeper with
shallow thrusts, penetrating the spasming channel a little further each
time. He wanted to make it last, to take his time, but not even the slight
resistance he encountered at one point could make him stop now. A somewhat
harder thrust got him past the ephemeral barrier, and before he had time
to realize he'd just breached Jamie's maidenhead, he slid all the way into
her until he was buried to the hilt.
"Oh God," he moaned, trembling with the need to hold still,
to savor this most perfect spot he found himself at. "You feel so damn
gooooood ...!"
"So do you," Jamie sighed, the slight pain she'd experienced
moments ago already receding and half-forgotten. She hadn't known what
to expect, exactly, but she hadn't thought the sensation of being stretched
and filled to capacity by the throbbing hardness of Jason's sex would be
so overwhelming. Some part of her was glad for the moment of stillness,
giving her time to become accustomed to holding her lover deeply within
her body, but ancient instincts soon took over, and she melted in the heat
of his embrace as he withdrew slightly, only to surge back into her almost
immediately.
Both Rangers moaned.
The sound seemed to dispel the last of their inhibitions,
and soon Jamie found herself holding on to the muscular back with all her
strength as Jason gradually picked up speed. His thrusts, so gentle and
careful at first, soon became forceful and hard, stimulating her almost
unbearably. The young woman matched his rhythm almost perfectly, her legs
wrapped around his waist, and when a minute shift in position brought her
clitoris in contact with his pubic bone, the bubbling lava in her veins
reached the boiling point. Arching against his slick body, Jamie abandoned
herself to her arousal, writhing under Jason's pistoning hips until the
waves swapped over, tumbling her headlong into orgasm.
Jason felt Jamie's tight channel clamp around his organ,
and it sent him over the edge as well. Matching her ecstatic cry with a
primal shout of his own, he frantically sought out her mouth as he poured
himself into her. Only when the last spasm faded from his twitching organ
and the clinging love muscles relaxed once more did he release the ravenous
lips and slumped exhaustedly on top of his lover, spent and drained.
The Purple Ranger didn't mind the heavy body pressing
her into the mattress; the tremors chasing down Jason's spine under her
fingertips and his hot breath bathing her neck in shuddering gasps told
her that he was as deliciously shaken by their shared climax as she was.
Besides, she knew that, as soon as he recovered, Jason would be more solicitous
of her needs. She wasn't disappointed � almost too soon for her liking,
Jason lifted his head and moved away, withdrawing gently from her tender
depths.
"Umm."
The slight moue of reluctance she couldn't hide brought
a delighted if still somewhat breathless chuckle to his firm mouth.
"Oh Jamie," Jason sighed, turning her flushed face towards
his own, laughing dark eyes sparkling into her hazel ones. "That was ...
wow."
"You think so?" she asked, feeling pleased and unaccountably
shy all of a sudden.
"Yeah," he confirmed, bending low to kiss her lovingly
� such a contrast to the frenzied liplock they'd shared as they came together.
She moaned quietly into the warm mouth. "I love you," he whispered against
her swollen lips once he released her, gathering her close.
Jamie snuggled contentedly against him. "Love you, too,"
she replied, smiling up at him as she relaxed, drifting into afterglow.
He raised a questioning eyebrow; puzzled for a second, Jamie couldn't place
his expression, then a lightbulb went off in her head. She grinned sexily,
letting him sweat for a minute.
*Men!* she thought fondly; *they're all the
same ... superhero or not!*
"I kinda liked what we did," she murmured, biting her
lower lip to hold back her laughter as he gaped incredulously.
"Kinda? Kinda??" Jason sputtered, unsure if Jamie
was serious or not. *I never know with her ...* Truth to tell, her
very unpredictability was one of the things that attracted him most to
her, but right now, his male ego craved a little more reassurance. The
Red Morphin' Warrior was reasonably sure he'd satisfied his fiery girlfriend
� Jamie was too honest and straightforward to fake anything � but
still ... it would be nice if she ... the impish sparkle in her eyes tipped
him off that Jamie was merely successfully teasing him. Again.
"You ..!" he mock-growled, using his greater strength
to roll over and pin her under him. The vibrations shaking the compact
body from her delighted laughter sent a fresh surge of arousal into his
spent anatomy. "You're ... you're ...." words failed him.
"Completely satisfied," Jamie admitted, taking pity on
her new lover. Still smiling, but with a serious undertone, she threaded
her arms around his neck. "I loved everything you did to me ...
especially ..." the rosy lips whispered intimate details into Jason's ear,
bringing a rush of color to his face at the explicit words. "What? Don't
tell me you're embarrassed," she giggled a bit naughtily; "after all, you
did it first ... and now I can't say it?"
"That's different," Jason mumbled, vexed but enormously
pleased at her praise.
"How?" she demanded. Naturally, he had no answer, just
a sheepish smile and shrug. "Does that mean you're not going to do it to
me again?" the redheaded spitfire asked next, the challenge evident in
her voice and impudent smile.
The first leader of Earth's Power Rangers had never backed
down from any challenge. Never.
"Actually," he drawled, lips curving in a wolfish grin
that sent an anticipatory shiver skittering over Jamie's skin, "what I
had in mind was more along these lines ..." and he boldly murmured
a favorite fantasy of his into a pink earshell. She listened attentively,
a delicious heat gathering slowly in her belly.
"Mmmm. I think I'd like that." Her soft contralto was
sensual and low.
"Thought you might," he replied, a trifle smug. Jamie
decided to let it pass � for now. Time enough to pay him back later; tonight,
there were more pleasant things they could do. She sighed as a large hand
closed over her breast, but just as she was about to melt into the caress,
another bodily need reasserted itself. Murmuring an indistinct protest,
she reluctantly stopped Jason before he could draw an already-aching nipple
into his mouth.
"What?" the young man asked, only inches from his goal.
"You change your mind?"
"Don't be silly," Jamie scolded lightly, disentangling
herself from his embrace. In passing, she ran a covetous hand over his
firming shaft. "I just need to go to the bathroom first."
"Oh. Good idea, actually."
Together, the two got out of bed, only to step right back
into each other's arms. They kissed leisurely, revelling in the full-body
contact. Jason's hands wandered teasingly along Jamie's spine, coming to
rest at last on her well-rounded butt. He kneaded the firm flesh lightly,
making his girlfriend squirm against him as her tongue danced with its
counterpart. When they were in danger of running out of breath, they separated,
identical expressions of rekindling desire visible in their eyes and the
smile they shared.
The young woman drew the towel off her sheets, but not
before her lover caught a glimpse of a reddish stain about the size of
a silver dollar that hadn't been there before. He put a restraining hand
on her arm and raised suddenly-stricken eyes to her face.
"Jamie, I ..."
She interrupted him with a shake of her head and an understanding
smile.
"Don't. You didn't hurt me, and I knew this might happen.
Why do you think I used the towel in the first place?"
"But ... but the blood ..."
"Is a perfectly natural thing in this situation," she
stated firmly, taking his concerned face between both hands. "Jason, until
half an hour ago, I was a virgin. Now I'm not. I'm a little sore, yes,
but I'm fine. Don't worry so." She softened her voice and kissed
him. "Okay?"
He searched her eyes for a long minute; seeing only sincerity
in the hazel depths, he gradually relaxed and hugged her. "Okay," he conceded
reluctantly. "If you're sure ..."
"I am. Now kiss me and forget it, mister!" Jamie ordered
peremptorily, with a twinkle in her large eyes. Jason couldn't help a grin
as he complied.
*How typically Jamie!*
Jamie trailed a finger down Jason's throat, drawing tiny
circles on his chest.
"Why don't you use my bathroom, and I'll slip across the
hall, then get your clothes and put them in the dryer?" she suggested with
a sultry look that made his pulse pound anew.
"Okay."
Another hungry kiss, and Jason watched regretfully as
his girlfriend slipped into a silver-grey short robe with purple piping.
Her auburn curls were flame-dark against the shimmering thin velour that
lovingly hugged every curve. Flashing him a smile full of promise, the
Purple Ranger sashayed out of the room, moving in a way he'd never seen
her move before.

~*~
*Guess I could get to like it, though,*
he thought as he ambled over to the small bathroom to take care of business.
He discarded the condom and cleaned up; finding an old pair of Jamie's
gym shorts draped over the towel rack, he put them on; it was a tight fit,
but they'd do for a short foray into the kitchen for something to drink.
Jason knew they were alone in the house, he usually was casual about
his body, but nevertheless he felt distinctly uncomfortable about the thought
of walking naked through Larry Zedden's house -� he was, after all, Jamie's
father and the former Lord Zedd, his one-time mortal enemy.
*And returned to our side or not, I don't want
to face Larry when I'm in the buff! Especially not right after making love
to his only daughter. Now, if I had a suit of armor instead ...*
Jason grinned to himself. In the roomy fridge, he found
some orange juice which he poured into a nice glass carafe on a whim. Placing
the container on a tray along with matching glasses and a miniature pot
of African violets he discovered on the windowsill � it was maybe not the
champagne and rosebud he'd wished for, but it'd do � he was all set to
return to Jamie's cosily-lit room, when he caught sight of their still-wet
and muddy footprints leading from the front door up the wooden staircase.
It was only a matter of moments to exchange the laden tray for a pail and
mop.
Jason was erasing the last traces of their progress when
Jamie returned from the utility room in the basement, having brushed the
worst dirt from his clothes and turned on the dryer. She noted appreciatively
how the satiny material of her too-tight shorts moved across her lover's
flexing buttcheeks as he straightened from wiping the floor. She trailed
back into the kitchen after him, watching with a tiny little grin as he
stowed the cleaning utensils away again. Then, she moved to kiss him.
"You're very domesticated," she breathed huskily, nipping
at his earlobe. "Handsome, reasonably bright, pretty good in bed ... I
think I may just keep you."
"Oh yeah?" Jason replied, gathering her close to let her
feel his growing excitement at the underhanded compliment. "Who says I
want to be kept?"
Jamie pressed her lower body against his, liking the feel
of his thick hard rod against her soft belly.
"This?" she murmured, twisting slightly so that one of
his hands came to rest against the outside of her breast. He fondled the
heaving swell through the soft material of her robe. "Or this?" Finally,
drawing his head down to her mouth, she kissed him, slipping the only the
very tip of her tongue teasingly between his lips. "And maybe ... this
..." everything else was swallowed by their mutual moan as they lost themselves
in increasingly heated exploration.
"Let's get back upstairs," Jamie suggested when they parted
at last. She could feel her mouth was swollen, her sex was tingling and
there was a pleasant heaviness and ache in her breasts that demanded her
lover's hands and mouth to be soothed.
"Mmm-hmm," the young man agreed enthusiastically, collected
his tray once more and led the way back upstairs, all too aware of the
hungry eyes caressing every inch of his muscular back. It made his shaft
twitch eagerly in the too-tight shorts ... which were growing noticeably
tighter by the second, all the way back to Jamie's room.

~*~
Once there, Jason poured juice for both of them and they
sipped their glasses quietly, enjoying the sweet-tart taste and the coolness
as the bright orange liquid trickled down their parched throats. Neither
wanted a refill, though; they had other appetites to satisfy as Jamie stroked
the nearest strong arm with longing, and Jason ran teasing fingers through
still partially-damp auburn curls. Soon, they couldn't stay away from the
other any longer. In silent agreement, they stripped off robe and shorts
and moved into each other's arms, to feel their heating skin touch chest
to knee as they once more explored muscles and sinews with gentle, curious
hands.
It didn't take long for the young man to decide that,
while holding Jamie like this was nice, it afforded him little opportunity
to kiss her anywhere but on her hair or face. And there were any number
of more interesting places on the curvaceous body that were just begging
to be explored with lips and tongue ....
*Starting with those great tits!*
Jason literally felt his mouth water at the thought of
suckling on the succulent mounds once more. A step towards the bed, and
he could draw Jamie down to sit beside him, half-tucked under his arm as
he took her lips once more. Jamie's moan drowned in his own throat as he
reached for one heaving swell, kneading the soft-firm flesh gently. The
rosy nipple was already erect when he pinched the small peak carefully,
and the slim young woman shuddered in his arms. Soon, Jamie's hands began
their own exploration, brushing across the hard muscles of his chest, down
his rippling abdomen, until they reached his hardening manhood. He groaned,
and tore his mouth away from her clinging lips.
"God, Jamie," he gasped, "I want you again ...!"
"Then what are you waiting for?" she replied, equally
out of breath from the drugging kiss. "My written permission in triplicate?"
Jason didn't answer the jibe, being too used to his girlfriend's
acerbic tongue. Besides, he could tell from the small, impatient sounds
she made as he continued to caress her breasts that she wanted him
to proceed ... and soon. Claiming her mouth once more, thrusting his tongue
deep, Jason then lithely slid off the edge of the bed, parted the slender
legs and knelt between the silky-skinned thighs. He eased Jamie back until
she rested, half-reclining, on her elbows, her breasts presented perfectly
for his pleasure. Steadying her with both hands, Jason leant forward until
he could fasten his lips around one straining nipple.
"Nnnnnggghhhhhh!"
The strangled cry escaped before she could hold it back,
and Jamie suddenly found it was all she could do to hold her position as
Jason fondled, kissed and licked her quivering mounds. When he suckled
her, she moaned. When he nibbled across to the other side, she shivered.
And when he carefully bit into her hardened peaks, she nearly sobbed with
pleasure, rapidly forgetting everything but the feel of that hot, wet mouth
against her smooth skin. Unconsciously, she started to squirm, humping
her hips up and down as far as her half-sitting, half-reclining position
allowed. The redhead shuddered as her aching sex brushed Jason's hard stomach,
the friction of her foxy curls against his coiled muscles arousing her
further. She squirmed a little, wanting more of that delicious sensation.
Jason obliged her by pressing forward, apparently oblivious
that she was rubbing her juices all over his front. He was still busy devouring
the tender globes, ignoring his own mounting arousal for the delights Jamie
had to offer him. Only when he was out of breath did he lift his head to
look at the ecstatic face, her enjoyment clearly visible in her flushed
cheeks, parted lips and closed eyes. He gently eased her onto the mattress
as he started to nip-kiss his way from the turgid nubs down towards her
navel, pausing briefly to tease the small indentation with a few flickers
of his tongue.
She giggled throatily, feeling her belly quiver with the
slightly ticklish sensation. But before she could ask him to stop, Jason
was already moving on, running his open mouth erotically downwards, to
the glistening curls guarding her sex. Jamie moaned as his warm, moist
breath wafted over her sensitized flesh, her head thrashing to and fro
on the rumpled sheet as she was caught in an agony of anticipation. Would
Jason give her that most intimate kiss of all?
"Yeeeeeessssssssss..........!"
The young woman arched off the bed as her lover's agile
tongue parted the swollen folds and sought out her hidden folds, licking
carefully as he explored her womanhood. She felt her legs being lifted
onto broad shoulders, exposing her pussy more fully. She was a little
sore, yes, but it didn't matter, not when the oral digit tasting her juices
sent dart after dart of pure ecstasy into every corner of her being. Jamie
writhed wantonly as she placed her own hands on her breasts, stimulating
herself in time with the rhythm Jason had established. She sobbed with
need and pinched her nipples hard as he fastened on her clitoris and started
to suck on the hidden pearl, lashing her deeper and deeper into a sexual
frenzy. It was too much; Jamie wanted to feel Jason's hardness buried inside
of her, but her orgasm caught her by surprise � one moment, she was still
climbing the pinnacle, the next she fell over the edge, crying out her
lover's name as she convulsed around his flickering tongue. He didn't stop
his caresses, but rather continued his stimulation, drinking her juices
as he rode out the ebbing waves of her climax until Jamie shuddered one
last time and slumped in a boneless heap back onto her bed, moaning softly.
The Red Morphin' Warrior sat back on his haunches, catching
his breath and drying his face on his upper arm as he waited for his girlfriend
to regain her senses. Only when the hazel eyes fluttered open, revealing
a thoroughly sated expression, did he allow himself a smug grin and got
up, quickly repositioned the trembling legs on the mattress and climbed
up himself, kneeling again between the invitingly-spread thighs. He knew
the tight channel hidden at the center was ready for him � Jamie couldn't
get any wetter or more relaxed than she was now � and his own need was
nigh overwhelming. His penis was rock-hard, pulsing and engorged with blood,
and he wanted nothing more than to sink to the hilt into the welcoming
heat, but there was one minor detail he needed to take care of before.
Drawing a ragged breath, Jason forced the remnants of his control on his
raging hormones and leaned forward, to reach for another condom.

~*~
Jamie watched her lover out of half-closed, languid eyes.
A few last tremors were chasing themselves deep inside her, but they were
fading fast; however, instead of making her drowsy, she felt strangely
energized � almost as if she were newly-morphed. But, her Ranger duties
were the farthest thing from her mind right now; instead, all of her attention
was concentrated on the man looming above her, broad, massive, so much
stronger than herself ... and yet there was no sense of menace. Rather,
she sensed the restraint Jason was exerting, the care he had been taking
with her all night ... and she clearly saw how much he needed her right
now.
When Jason bent forwards, to take protection from her
nightstand, his erect manhood grazed her abdomen, leaving a slippery trail
from the oozing tip as it slid upwards, coming to rest just below her breasts.
The shiny head was engorged to a purplish-red hue, a color combination
that seemed strangely fitting for the two of them, and Jamie couldn't help
but reach out and touch the satin-covered steel, feeling it throb and pulse
against her palm. He groaned softly, using a few shallow thrusts to enjoy
her just-right grip, and the last of her inhibitions left Jamie. She didn't
think, she just reacted to the sights, the sounds, the smell and the sensations
of sex, of Jason, scooted downwards a little bit, raised her head
and pressed her lips against the moist crown, tasting her lover for the
first time.
"Oh God," Jason moaned, taken completely by surprise.
He froze in mid-motion, all sensation centered in that one spot, where
the rosy lips dusted butterfly kisses over his aching cock. Incredulous
dark eyes moved down his body to verify what his other senses were telling
him, and he nearly lost it when he got to watch how a glistening pink tongue-tip
snaked out to scoop up the pearly trail of preseminal fluid.
"Ja-meeeeeee......" he groaned and shivered, bracing himself
on one arm as the other instinctively cradled the flame-haired head, easing
her into a better position. The large eyes meeting his were luminous and
full of heat as the soft mouth opened, then closed around his burning shaft.
The first swirl of Jamie's tongue around him was almost his undoing, and
Jason threw his head back in ecstatic delight as she slowly swallowed more
and more of his rod, until he was buried more than halfway in wet heat
and could feel the back of her throat against his crown.
It was almost more than Jason could bear and he cautiously,
reluctantly eased back, hissing as the air hit his now moistened, oversensitized
flesh, but Jamie wouldn't release him completely; her small but strong
hands clamped on his hips, holding him right where she wanted him � within
easy reach of her busy tongue.
"Uuunnngh!"
Ancient instincts and primal needs took over, and the
dark-haired young man surged forward again, back into the delightful orifice
that caressed every inch of his manhood that would fit. Within a few seconds,
Jason pumped his hips in time with Jamie's sucking, and was fighting to
hold on to the last shreds of his sanity. His arm was starting to tremble
with the strain of holding himself above her, but there was no way he'd
lose even a fraction of an instant of the exciting oral massage. Try as
he might, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the way his reddened flesh
slid in and out between the hungrily clinging lips.
*Oh man, I'm ... I'm fucking Jamie's mouth!*
The thought was enough to send another flash of arousal
down his spine, to gather in his contracting balls. Jason swallowed hard,
then gasped as Jamie grabbed his clenching buttcheeks, fingertips grazing
his sweat-slick cleft. It was almost too much to bear, and he fought down
the urge to just let loose, to thrust into the devouring mouth until the
seed churning in his testicles boiled over and spilled into her. It took
every ounce of control, but somehow, he made it � biting back an agonized
groan, Jason withdrew from the hot depths and pulled Jamie up into his
arms.
They kissed almost desperately, each tasting themselves
on the other's lips, but that was all right; all that mattered was that
they were together, ready and eager to be joined again.
"I want you," Jason growled, fumbling hastily for the
almost-forgotten condom.
"Mmm," Jamie agreed, sending him a smoldering look as
she helped tear open the small cellophane square. "Hurry!"
"Yeah." With shaky hands, Jason donned the thin latex
sheath, then positioned himself between the eagerly-spread legs. Slender
fingers guided him towards the hidden tunnel, and with a muted bellow,
he snapped his hips once and slid home in one perfect, smooth thrust, burying
himself as deeply as possible in Jamie's sex. As before, they took a moment
to savor their union, then the young woman kissed him, lay back and beckoned
him onwards with eyes and hands.
"Take me, Jase. Make love to me until I forget where you
stop and where I begin," she invited, her contralto voice made even huskier
by her arousal. Her inner muscles tightened once around his throbbing shaft,
she arched her torso so her fulsome breasts grazed his chest, and Jason
was lost. With a low growl, he bent forward to take her mouth in a near-bruising
kiss, braced himself and started to thrust.
Her tight channel clung to every inch of his manhood as
he pistoned back and forth, his balls slapped against the underside of
her upturned bottom, and she met every single thrust of his hips with one
of her own, matching his cadence perfectly. Soon ... too soon ...
the sensations got to be too much and Jamie could feel her insides roiling,
bearing down on the hard invader filling her in preparation for yet another
climax. The tightening of her inner muscles didn't go unnoticed by her
lover, and Jason increased his tempo, rushing headlong towards his own
completion. They hit the precipice within seconds of each other, and vocalized
their pleasure uninhibitedly, their cries of release echoing around the
dimly-lit room.

~*~
They took a long time to bask in the afterglow, lying
sated and slightly sleepy on the rumpled bed in each other's arms as they
waited for the final spasms to subside. Jamie was cradled safely against
Jason's side, her head resting on his broad shoulder as she stretched and
purred drowsily while his hand stroked soothingly up and down her back.
"Mmmm. I could definitely get used to this," she
murmured, kissing his collarbone.
A pleased smile was audible in Jason's deep voice.
"Me, too. Unfortunately, I have to go home soon."
"Um. Do you have to?" Jamie pouted, looking up
into the dark eyes. Jason laughed, kissing her nose.
"Yes. Or do you want to explain my presence at
the breakfast table to your folks?"
"Mom probably wouldn't bat an eye," Jamie mused, grinning
at the mental picture. "I'm not so sure about Dad, though."
"My point exactly," he said drily. "I kinda like your
Dad, and I think he at least tolerates me most of the time, but I'd rather
not get on his wrong side."
"Finster might try to poison you, if the thinks you took
advantage of me," the Purple Ranger said slyly, disengaging herself reluctantly
from Jason's � her lover's! � arms. She laughed at the expression
of mock horror crossing the handsome face. "Chicken!"
"Hey!"
"Maybe you should change uniforms with Trini � yellow
Ranger!" Jamie jibed, only to be pounced on by her boyfriend.
"Take that back!"
"Make me!"
The challenge had been automatic, but Jamie hadn't counted
on the fact that their newfound intimacy might have changed the dynamics
of their relationship somewhat. She was still as independent, as irreverent
as ever, but after making love to Jason she couldn't quite find it in her
to be as automatically aggressive as she'd been only this morning when
they'd sparred. Somehow, she didn't mind. Not now, when her body still
hummed slightly deep within from the thorough loving she'd experienced
at the hands � *and other parts!* she giggled to herself � of the
man holding her so firmly. A not unpleasant shiver skittered down her spine
as she saw the unholy light gleaming in Jason's eyes.
"On second thought, maybe not," she muttered, trying to
scramble out of his reach, but with a low laugh, Jason snagged her round
her waist and drew her inexorably back towards him.
"Too late, Foxy Lady," he murmured, chuckling as her eyes
widened at the endearment. "You're mine now, and I'm not going to let you
go. Ever."
The husky proclamation was enough to make Jamie sink back
onto her pillow with a sigh. However, she was not about to give in that
easily, new lovers or not.
"Who says I'm going to let you go?" she
threw out, but didn't protest when Jason kissed her thoroughly.
"What if I don't want you to?" he asked, when they were
both breathless. "I kinda like being caught by you ..."
"Oh?"
"Uh huh."
She pretended to think, then adopted a long-suffering
tone.
"Guess I'll have to keep you, then," Jamie sighed, not
at all displeased with the notion. "Geez, the things I have to do for some
peace and quiet ...."
"If you wanted peace and quiet, you never should've moved
to Angel Grove," Jason laughed, knowing his girlfriend's ways well enough
not to take offense at her mock-complaint. "You should've stayed in idyllic
East L.A.!"
"No lie. However, if I had, I'd never have found my Dad
again. Or met you," Jamie said, suddenly serious. "That's worth everything."
This statement could only be answered with a kiss, and
the two melted into each other's arms once more.
"I love you," Jason whispered when they parted.
"Love you, too."
The tender moment played itself out, then Jason heaved
himself reluctantly out of the comfortable bed and his girlfriend's embrace.
"I really gotta go."
" I know," Jamie sighed. She, too, swung her legs to the
floor. "Why don't you grab a quick shower, and I'll get your clothes from
the dryer?"
"Okay." One last kiss, and the two young people disappeared
in different directions, Jason across the hall into the master bathroom,
and Jamie downstairs towards the utility room, to collect his shirt and
jeans. She watched with open admiration as Jason dried off and mock-scowled
as he got dressed, but then, he'd pouted just as disappointedly when she'd
slipped into her silver-and-purple velour robe again. The young woman followed
her lover back downstairs, snickered when he put on his wet sneakers with
a grimace of distaste, and sighed when he took her into his arms one last
time.
"I don't want you to go."
"I don't want to leave, either," he admitted huskily,
liking the way the soft material molded to her generous curves. "We'll
find a time and place to spend a full night together," he promised then.
"Mmm. Soon," Jamie agreed, her agile mind already planning
and plotting the whens, hows and wherefores.
"Yeah."
Jason opened the front door. Night had fallen, but it
had at least stopped raining. A cool wind was chasing the clouds away towards
the mountains, and here and there a few stars were peeking out. Before
he stepped out onto the driveway, he turned back one last time to look
at Jamie standing in the door. To his eyes, she'd rarely seemed more beautiful,
framed as she was in the light of the hallway. Giving in to temptation
one last time, he reached out and slipped a hand inside the lapels of her
robe. The sensitive tip of the full mound resting in his palm hardened
under his fingers, and Jamie hitched a tiny, excited breath. Jason permitted
himself a small, smug grin that was pure male and made Jamie determined
to wipe it off his face with her own feminine weapons first chance she
got. However, she sighed in pleasure at the tender caress, wishing once
again he didn't have to leave.
"Thank you, love," Jason murmured, brushing his lips one
last time against hers before he withdrew his hand. "Tonight was ... you
were incredible."
"You weren't half-bad yourself," she retorted with a half-saucy,
half-regretful smile. "Thank you, too � for making my first time so special."
"It was purely my pleasure, believe me," he grinned, fighting
the urge to adjust himself in his suddenly-tight pants.
Jamie shot him an exasperated look.
"Get out of here, before my parents do come back
and catch you," she huffed, but smiled as she gave him a gentle push away
from her. She giggled at the expression on his face. "I'll see you at the
Surf Spot tomorrow?"
He nodded, not bothering to hide his rueful smile. "After
class, as usual. Good night, Jamie."
"Good night."
With a soft but firm 'click', the door to the Zeddens'
house shut behind Jamie, and Jason never knew that his feisty girlfriend
leaned against the cool wood for a long time before she practically floated
back upstairs to her room, her expression no different from Kimberly or
Kat's in their most romantic moods. Since there was no-one around to see,
Jamie indulged herself by not bothering to hide the dreamy smile on her
face as she slid under the sheets, clutching her pillow to herself and
breathing in Jason's scent that still clung to the fabric as she drifted
off to sleep, remembering.
The Red Morphin' Warrior was lost in his own memories,
vacillating between embarrassingly romantic and excruciatingly erotic as
he walked through the wetly-glistening streets towards his home. There
was no way he'd be able to concentrate on his homework assignment tonight,
not when he could still almost feel Jamie's silky skin sliding against
his, her lips opening under his questing tongue or how it had felt to be
snugly ensconced within her sex.
*Man, this was better than I've ever imagined it would
be. WAY better! And Jamie was so tight ... so soft ... so hot ...!*
Jason groaned, recalling himself to his surroundings with
difficulty when he almost bumped into a lamppost, he was so lost in his
fantasy world. He was only glad nobody was out and about this late in the
evening and in the inclement weather to see the silly grin he knew was
plastered over his face � or the renewed bulge in his pants. Jason quickened
his stride; it looked as if the rainclouds would be returning, after all,
and he could already see his house at the end of the street. All the windows
were dark; seemed like his mother was still at her friends' place.
The first few fat drops of rain were beginning to splatter
on the pavement just as Jason reached his front door. Glad he'd made it
without getting soaked, he reached for his keys ... and started to curse
in a way that would have shocked his mother, astounded his friends and
amused Jamie to no end.
Here he was, just ahead of the rain, dry, warm,
thoroughly sated and all ready to fall into bed, to dream about his sexy,
hot lover ... whom he had lent his jacket this afternoon ... in which right-hand
pocket were his keys ... and which still lay in a corner of a cosy room
halfway across town.
"Shit."

The End.
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