A New Life Series - Starter Kit

by Samantha Jacobey

  She could feel the ooze of her own juices between her legs and her warm interior throbbed and ached, yearning to have him inside her. Slowly, she slithered up his body and allowed her belly to sink against his chest, her breast hanging over his mouth so that he could lick her nipple and twirl around it with his tongue in torment. She then slid her body back down into position above him.

  Eli could not tell if she were teasing him or herself, but her movements were driving him out of his mind. Releasing the blankets, he put his hands on her, trying if not succeeding to be gentle as he moved his fingers over her smooth skin.

  He slid his right hand around her back and caressed the part of her directly above where her rear split, sliding it up and down so he could feel the swell of her butt cheek and massage it playfully. He wasn't inside her yet, and his hardened organ pulsed with anticipation of the moment.

  With his left hand, Eli gripped her right breast, careful not to grasp it too firmly. He wanted the action to convey how much he treasured her, and he slid his thumb lightly across the tightened peak to flick it back and forth, listening to her pant in return.

  Using his newfound handholds, he pushed her down within his reach and lifted his hips to make his way inside her. The wetness of her slippery hollow made the path easy to maneuver, and he pulled her hard on top of himself.

  Tori gasped at his actions and their bodies quickly found a synchronized movement that sent waves of pleasure through them both. She kissed him; her hands unable to find a resting place as they moved between toying with the almost bare skin on his chest and rummaging through his thick shocks of coal black hair that topped his head. He was thrusting against her, and she had never known such pleasure.

  Eventually, her knees grew tired. Sensing this, Eli pushed her off of himself and over onto her back. Moving on top of her, he reentered her with ease, grasping her silky legs and holding them spread wide as he drove his way between.

  Tori wrapped her long limbs around him, hugging him to her tightly, swells of joy and longing spewing inside her. Nothing is forever, she thought, but this moment is ours. She had never been happier listening to the fwap-fwap sound that it made when their bodies were in motion. Finally, she raised her feet, lifting them towards the ceiling as the intensity mounted, followed by a loud crescendo of yelps and moans when they reached the climax of their journey.

  Panting heavily, Eli remained on top of her, the undulating waves of her soft interior tickling him as his pulsing ceased inside her, and he began to deflate. Reaching up, he stroked her hair, his sweat dripping onto her face as he moved to nuzzle her jawline and brush her bruised lips with his own. Tori breathed deeply, holding him close to her and panting in desperate satisfaction.

  She did not want the moment to end and held him in place when he tried to free her, whispering for him to wait a minute longer. Propping himself up on his left elbow, he slipped a bit to her side. He blew puffs of air on her cheek to cool her, and she smiled weakly as her palms tingled and she felt too weak to move. My God, if only we could lie like this forever, he thought.

  Their breathing returning to normal, the pair lay with legs stretched, and Eli ran his fingers lightly up and down the full length of her torso, hugging the curves and causing her to pant loudly at his touch. He loved her smile and felt as if he had waited a lifetime to behold it. She reached with her left hand to catch his fingers again, lightly interlocking them with her own.

  “Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely.

  Eli pulled her hand up to kiss it and said with a chuckle, “No, thank you.”

  The air had grown cooler around them, and they shifted to face the right direction on the bed, sliding beneath the covers to snuggle as they slept. Eli spooned himself up behind her so he could toy with her chest as he drifted off to sleep.

  Soon, Tori could hear the deep inhalations as they overtook him, and she sighed in contentment, cupping his hand as it held her left breast. Looking down, she could see the scar between his fingers and found herself remembering what it meant— I will always know my place.

  Tori had a new place, in Eli's arms, but deep down she feared it would not always be so, and the thought returned to her, nothing is forever. She hoped that she was wrong, and they would have many more nights like this to share, but in case not, at least they had this one, and the thought pleased her as she too drifted off to sleep.

  The pair arose early the next morning, each getting a shower and dressing for Tori's big day. Eli planned to take her in, a full day before his deadline, and she intended to tell the committee everything she knew about The Organization and the Dragons.

  She dressed in the new clothes she had chosen the day before, but they were exactly what she would have worn when she was part of that terrible procession; except for the long sleeves. She had chosen them to cover the scars on her arms, as the makeup covered the one on her face.

  Debra had been right; Tori could be whoever she chose to be, and knowing that gave her strength to hope her new life was truly coming to be.

  It took Tori's novice hands much longer to put the make-up in place, but Eli watched her patiently. “We have all the time you need,” he reassured her, “A whole day, in fact, if you want it.”

  Tempted to take him up on that, Tori briefly allowed herself to picture the two of them on his bed making love for hours. Shaking herself back, she continued to draw the lines around her eyes and darken her scarred brow until it could not be discerned from the uninjured one.

  Turning to ask if she had done well, Tori felt the lump in the pit of her stomach beginning to grow. Her time had come; she would speak out for justice and reveal what she knew, and in turn that would help bring peace for the families of everyone who had been hurt by her tormentors. Making love will have to wait.

  Her primping completed, the two of them left his cozy apartment, making their way down to the parking garage, where Eli's car awaited. While they stood side by side in the descending elevator, Tori unexpectedly swung around to face him, looking at his lips briefly before she kissed him forcefully, and then slipped back to her place beside him.

  A sly smile formed on her lips as he looked over at her, and he hoped she would not do that in public. “Everyone still thinks you’re under-aged,” he reminded her, “So let's keep the displays of affection private. Besides the fact that I’m a Federal Agent, and you are more or less my prisoner.”

  Giving him a sideways look as they exited the elevator, she tossed lightly, “I told you, I’m not under-aged, but I will keep my hands, feet and lips to myself if that is what you wish.”

  Eli laughed at her mock bow and the wafting motion she made with her hand. The girl was truly coming to life before his very eyes, and he only hoped he would be there to see how it all worked out.

  Coming Clean

  Eli had Tori sit on a bench next to a door on the 6th floor labeled 'conference room' and went inside. After several minutes, the door opened and a man about Eli's height came out. When Tori stood and faced him, the man extended his arm and announced in a friendly voice, “Hi, I’m Doug Seeming.” She looked down at his hand for several seconds, but did not reach out to shake it, before meeting the man's gaze.

  Tori had grown familiar with Eli and rather enjoyed the feel of his hands and skin. However, this man was a stranger, and she wanted no part of coming in contact with him, even in such a socially accepted fashion.

  Realizing the awkwardness of the moment, Doug stepped aside and bade her, “Please come in,” so Tori stepped through the door, pausing on the other side to take in the layout of the enormous room.

  The meeting room was quite large, with a dozen or so six foot tables in various locations. On the far side, stood a group of three tables arranged to form a U with a single leather covered chair sitting in the opening. The members of her committee were sitting around the tables facing the chair, two on each side and one empty chair at the bottom for Doug.

  Tori noticed Debra Paisley seated on the far side, facing them a
s they entered, but she chose to ignore the woman in case their prior meeting had been a secret. Next to her sat Eli, who gave her a warm half smile of approval while she stood before the committee.

  Doug moved into the room behind her and indicated the empty chair, “Its ok, go on and have a seat.” Tori thought his smile appeared too large, exposing too many teeth to be friendly, but moved to comply without argument.

  As she sank into her spot, Doug, could not resist the question, “How tall are you?” Genuinely surprised, he had expected a much smaller girl.

  Tori considered the query while she adjusted to the cushion, then with an upturned palm replied she didn't really know. Warren La Buff made a rather noisy 'ugh' of disbelief at her response, and she glared at him as she recalled their previous interactions.

  Coming to her rescue, Dr. Bennet spoke up on her behalf, “She is 6 feet tall.” He went on to explain how he had used her bones to help estimate her age, clarifying, “We may never really know how old she is if we are unable to find her true identity and birth records. However, what we can say for fairly certain is, when she stops growing, she will be about fifteen years of age.” He gave Tori a warm smile of encouragement as he finished shoring up their agenda.

  So this is the proponent of the erroneous age theory. I’ll have to have a word with him about that, she thought to herself in disgust.

  “I'm not sure you remember me,” Jim Godfry took over the conversation smoothly, “But I am Special Agent James Godfry. I was able to be at the hospital when you first awoke. I’m sorry I haven’t made it by for another visit, but I assure you, Dr. Carlisle and Agent Founder have been keeping us apprised of your progress.”

  Her heart pounding in her ears, Tori looked around the group, her hands gripping one another tightly as she waited without a reply.

  Shifting in his seat, Godfry continued, “I understand Agent Founder has informed you of our offer, but just to be clear I would like to take this opportunity to go over it with you again.”

  Godfry held up a piece of paper, waving it slightly towards her, so Tori stood and leaned forward to take it from him. They were giving her a copy of the terms in writing, as Eli had promised. Looking down at it, her head swam at the reality of the moment. Her lips felt dry, and she licked them nervously as he spoke.

  “As you can see, our terms are quite generous. We are willing to grant you full immunity for all actions on your part, including the assault on the orderly at the hospital, in exchange for your information and testimony against any and all parties connected to the group known as The Organization, as well as knowledge of the activities and crimes of the group previously known as the Dragons.”

  Tori shuddered nervously in her chair, not able to fully control the trepidation she could feel rising within her. Lifting and waving a hand slightly, she interjected, “If you please sir, could I ask a question before we go any further?”

  Godfry simply nodded his approval, so she began in a quiet voice. “Is it my understanding then, that you are wanting to clear up old cases that the Dragons may have had a part in? And, in addition to that, to lead an assault against The Organization in an attempt to destroy and or prosecute the members thereof in its entirety?”

  Again Godfry nodded, “You would be correct in that understanding.”

  Tori could feel her conviction gaining strength, and she spoke more clearly, “Well then, I would be more than happy to give you information about the conduct and actions of the Dragons. There are numerous people and families out there that have been touched by their acts of violence, and I’m willing to do whatever I can to bring peace to those people and right those wrongs, as it were.”

  She swallowed noticeably before she tackled the second issue, “As for information about The Organization; I can share with all of you the same information I gave to Agent Founder before, but beyond that I do not have any real information about the group itself and can only legitimately offer you a warning about them specifically.”

  “What kind of warning?” La Buff scoffed, his tone condescending. “Are you trying to say you don't know anything about the group after all?”

  “No, sir; that is not what I’m saying at all.” Tori tried desperately to keep her cool. “What I’m saying is, what I know is enough to get all of your men killed. The Organization is a living entity, aware of the movement of others and prepared to defend itself. I would be deeply remiss if I did not warn you about the gravity of mounting an attack against it.”

  “I will tell you everything I know and I’m very happy that you are willing to afford me my life and chance at a future, but quite frankly, after I have told you those things, I will be a dead woman. I and anyone close to me will be a target of The Organization, and there is nothing you can do to protect me from what they will do to me when they find me.”

  Tori paused, her chest rising and falling heavily, and she could feel her heart rate increasing further as she pushed on, “I’m not concerned about myself. I have suffered a long time, and am content to be free of those who oppressed me. Who I am concerned about is this 'family' of mine that you have been searching for. I want you to stop. They are safer and happier not being found. I don't want them to know about the things that happened to me or the terrible things that I have done, and I certainly do not want them to pay the price for what I am going to share with you.”

  “I’m also concerned about the men you will sacrifice trying to stop what cannot be stopped. Anyone you send after The Organization will be taking on a suicide mission.” Wiping at a wisp of hair, Tori fell quiet, and the room remained still as everyone considered her words carefully.

  After several minutes, Agent Godfry broke the silence and stated matter-of-factly, “We appreciate your concern for the safety and wellbeing of others. However, it is the purpose of this committee to obtain the information you hold, and we are authorized to give you the terms as they are outlined in the formal agreement you hold in your hand in exchange for it. What is to become of that information as far as how and when it is or will ever be used, is not for us or you to decide. If you are willing to provide that information, then please sign at the bottom of the page, and a copy of it will be made for your records.”

  Tori stared down at the sheet for several minutes, and her eyes quickly read over the words. When she had finished, she stood and used a pen that lay in front of Warren La Buff to sign the document and handed it back to Agent Godfry.

  Her face made of stone as she moved, her heart grew heavy knowing that no matter which path she chose, pain and suffering awaited someone.

  After passing the document to Debra, who left the room to make a copy, Godfry rubbed his hands together eagerly, “Well now, I guess you may get started anytime,” he indicated her chair, as if to ask her to sit and begin.

  Tori's voice monotone, eyes staring almost trance like, she made a request, “I need a map. Preferably North and South America.”

  Doug left the room to locate one, and while he was gone, Debra came back with the girl’s copy of their agreement. She looked it over briefly, then folded it and placed it inside her jacket's inner pocket. She locked eyes with Eli and a terrible sadness overtook her.

  As surely as she knew she wanted to be with him, she also knew what she had to say probably meant she never would be. She had much to confess, so to speak, and when her story had been completed, she felt certain he would never see her in the same way again.

  X Marks the Spot

  Doug was gone for several minutes, but eventually returned with a very large wall map of North and South America. Seeing the size of it, Tori reached to move the tables so that two of them stood side by side for a larger work space.

  Doug had also picked up a package of colored expos, which he handed to her with a half-smile. “Thought you might like these, as well. And I grabbed the tape recorder from my desk. Thought it would be easier than trying to take notes.”

  Tori nodded her agreement and began to survey the map and collect her thoughts. The
group took their seats around the table, but quickly realized they had a better view if they stood, so the chairs were pushed back. Looking around the group, she realized that it might not be easy, but she would give it her best. Her eyes met Eli's, and he smiled, but she gave her head a single shake and began.

  She started with the bush camp, marking it on the map. Then she stopped to ask if anyone had a legal pad she could write on, as it helped her when she ran tactical to make a list as she went. One was produced for her shortly, and Tori started at the top of the first bright yellow page with 'Bush Camp.' She made a list of events and main features and ended at the bottom with the words 'body count—0.'

  One of the guys she had not formally met asked if there were really going to be enough bodies to count and Tori met him with a stone cold stare. Getting into her 'Special Forces' aura, she did not tolerate stupid questions in that mode of thought.

  After staring at her for a few seconds while blinking confusedly, he retracted the question with a wave of his hand as if erasing it from the air and a half-hearted “never mind.”

  Tori tore off the page and recorded the next stop on their journey on the next page, along with a brief description, body count—1. This time she placed an X on the map inside the circle. She continued to work up through Central America, circling, X-ing, and making notes on a legal pad until she hit El Paso, then she stopped to recap for the group.

  She explained that as soon as they left the bush camp, her real training began, and Eddie used people they encountered for that purpose. Several children and women and a few men made for live targets as he began to allow her to put what she had been taught to use. Total body count for South and Central America—26.

  After they entered El Paso, the trend continued as they moved across Texas, but the group became choosier about whom they used for target practice, primarily taking homeless people and prostitutes, which would be less likely to be missed or draw attention.