by Nolan Fury
She looked up at me with naughty eyes, wiped her lips, then stood up. She spun around and headed down the hall toward her bedroom. With each step she pulled her shorts farther down over her hips. They fell down her luscious thighs, across her toned calves, and pooled on the floor as she stepped out of them.
I watched, mesmerized as that irresistible ass swayed from side to side.
I kicked off my shoes, pulled down my pants, and left them in the living room. I eagerly made my way down the hallway with my soldier pointed at the ceiling.
Amanda was on all fours on the bed with her ass arched high. Her glistening pinkness stared me in the face. She reached her hand between her legs and rubbed her slickness while her cute starfish winked at me.
Her room was pink and white and frilly, and a plethora of stuffed animals covered the bed. She had an antique white vanity, mirror, and a dresser to match. Pictures of her sorority sisters were plastered all over the walls. And she had a pennant of the University’s football team tacked to the wall as well. The afternoon sun beamed in through the windows, and students with backpacks crisscrossed the street below on their way to and from classes.
“Hurry, before my roommate gets home.”
I didn’t waste any time taking her up on her invitation. Her delicate fingers parted her slick lips and I slid myself inside her tight opening. She gripped me tight and gasped as I pushed myself inside. She took me down to the hilt, and my balls slapped against her bean.
She moaned with ecstasy.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me as we collided with passion. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust.
I reached up and grabbed a handful of her pigtails, pulling her against me as I hammered her sweet cheeks. I throbbed with desire.
It didn’t take long for her body to quiver. Her muscles clenched tight as an orgasmic wave flowed through her. Her warm juices drip down my shaft, covering my balls. The volume of her screams increased, and I kept pounding her tender peach.
My thumb prodded her tight starfish, and she moaned even louder. Another orgasmic wave rushed through her. Her core clamped down like a vice.
I hammered a few more thrusts, then pulled out, spurting globs of white nectar on her back. Her backside looked like abstract art, and the creamy liquid pooled in the small of her arch.
I had forgotten that I wasn’t in the Ultraverse anymore. But I figured as a super, I couldn’t get any diseases.
“You could have shot in me,” Amanda said. “I’m on the pill.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. Supers have control of their reproductive function. Earth girls don’t.
She grabbed the sheet and wiped my man-goo from her back. She curled up in a state of bliss and motioned for me to cuddle with her.
I obliged.
“I can see why you have two girlfriends. You’re not bad at this.”
“I have three girlfriends.”
Amanda looked impressed. “Really?”
“Want a fourth?”
I stammered. She was cute, but I barely knew her.
“Relax. I’m kidding. I’m not that clingy. I’m not Kayla.”
“You never told me your theory.” I wasn’t intentionally changing the subject, but having satiated my needs, my mind drifted back to the case.
“Maybe Kayla and Owen kidnapped and killed Madison,” Amanda said in dramatic fashion. “Maybe Owen started to get worried that Kayla would crack under pressure, and he killed her to keep her from talking.”
“That’s a bit far-fetched, don’t you think?”
“It’s totally reasonable.”
If that was her idea of reasonable, I’d hate to see her idea of unreasonable. “Wouldn’t it just be easier for Owen to break up with Madison?”
She shrugged. “Maybe Madison was a Stage 5 Clinger. Some people get crazy when they are in love.”
“I’ve known Madison since we were kids. She never struck me as that type.”
“Did you ever bang her?”
My face twisted up. “No. She’s my best friend sister.”
“So she was never into you?” she said, dryly.
“Even if she was… It’s the unwritten rule. You don’t bang your best friend’s sister.”
Amanda rolled her eyes. “Please. I fucked plenty of my brother’s friends.”
“I thought you weren’t easy.”
She scowled at me. “You didn’t seem to mind a few minutes ago. Besides. A girl’s got needs.” She thought about it for a moment. “I’m not going to let society dictate my values. If I want to fuck a guy, that’s my business. That said, my sorority sisters don’t need to know everything I do. So, keep your mouth shut if you ever want to hit this again.”
She smacked her ass playfully.
It was good to know the offer was on the table.
“No offense, but they’d probably give me a lot of grief if they knew we slept together. It’s not that you’re not cute. You’re just not the typical guy that I go for. But you do have your own unique charm.”
“Thanks. I guess.” I suddenly felt small. “You’re not exactly seeing me at my best.”
“If that wasn’t your best, then I’m certainly intrigued.” She flashed a lecherous smile. She was ready to go again. She reached down and grabbed my limp noodle and started stroking it. It became a python in her hand within moments.
Between Chrome, Surge, and this little nympho, I wasn’t going to have any jizz left in my sack. I needed to get online and order supplements or something. In the Ultraverse, I seemed to have a ton of stamina and an endless supply of honey. Back on Earth, there were physical limits. I didn’t like limits.
I rolled on top of Amanda, and my shaft glided against her wet peach. She moaned with pleasure and her eyes smoldered with desire.
Then somebody kicked in the front door. The wood splintered around the lock. The door swung wide, and the knob smashed into the sheet rock, making a hole. A thug in a ski-mask crossed the threshold, a pistol in the firing position.
19
I sprang out of bed, buck naked, my dork pointed at the sky.
The goon rounded the corner and opened fire as soon as he saw me. Muzzle flash flickered from the barrel and copper rounds rocketed down the hallway. The deafening bang rang my ears. The bullets slammed against my chest. They stung like hornets. The blasts staggered me back, but the bullets bounced off my skin.
The thug’s eyes widened behind the ski mask.
I charged forward as he continued to pull the trigger, emptying the entire magazine into my chest.
The slide of his pistol locked forward—the magazine empty. He didn’t have time to reload. He started to run for the door, but I tackled him to the ground.
His weapons skidded across the carpet.
I ripped his mask off and reared my fist back, ready to pummel him in the face. “Who are you?”
“I’m nobody,” he stammered.
I hammered my fist into his face. His nose shattered, and blood spewed across the carpet. His nose was bent sideways, and his cheeks swelled, turning multiple shades of purple. “I’m gonna ask you one more time.”
“All right, all right,” the man said. “I was hired to kill you.”
“Me?”
“Do you see me shooting at anyone else?”
“Why?”
“Look, buddy. I don’t ask questions. I take the money, I do the job.”
“Looks like you’re in a lot of trouble now. You didn’t finish the job. I would imagine your employer is going to be disappointed.”
“You’re telling me.”
“Who hired you?”
“It’s not like he gave me a business card. Like I said, I don’t ask questions.”
“Well you better come up with some answers.”
“The whole transaction was handed online. I don’t ever see my clients. I work off the dark web. My fee is paid in crypto-currency.”
I grimaced. I wasn’t going to get anything useful out of this thug.
> “Who the hell are you? I’ve never seen anybody take an entire magazine and not go down.”
“I’m someone you should be very afraid of.”
“Trust me, buddy. I am.”
Amanda called the cops.
“Did you kill Kayla?”
The man didn’t say anything.
I threatened to pummel him with my fist again. With my superpower it was like smashing a cinderblock against his face, and he didn’t want any part of it.
“I want to speak with an attorney,” he mumbled, blood splattered across his lips and face.
I slammed my fist into his cheek again. I heard the bones in his nose crackle and pop. He screamed in agony. More blood spurted from his nostrils.
“Okay. Okay!” He slurred, his mouth filling with blood. “They wanted it to look like a suicide.”
“Who is they?”
“I told you. I don’t know.”
Officer Frank arrived 15 minutes after Amanda called. I had managed to grab my clothes and get dressed by then. The assassin didn’t dare make a move.
Officer Frank entered the apartment and assessed the situation. I filled him in on what happened. He listened with a skeptical ear. “You mean to tell me he broke in and emptied a 17 round magazine and didn’t hit anything?”
I shrugged. “He’s not a very good assassin. He admitted to me that he’s responsible for Kayla’s murder.”
“Why would he admit that to you?”
“I can be very persuasive.”
Officer Frank looked at the man’s mangled face. “Did you do this?”
“He fell.”
“Why don’t you leave the detective work to the police?”
The smart-ass in me wanted to take a cheap shot at the lack of progress law enforcement had made on the case. But I bit my tongue.
Officer Frank took a cursory glance around the apartment once the suspect was in handcuffs.
The slugs from the assassin’s pistol had bounced off my chest and ricocheted into the walls. Some flattened slugs had dropped to the carpet.
I got the impression that Officer Frank didn’t get called out on a lot of shootings or attempted murders. Most of what he dealt with were underage drinking, vandalism, and petty theft. But the scenario seemed odd. Most gunfights occur between three and 10 feet, and 75% of shots miss. It’s not unusual. Panic mixed with adrenaline degrades fine motor skills, even among the well-trained. But 17 shots at close range in a narrow hallway?
“I’ve never seen flattened slugs like this at a crime scene,” Frank said. “Bullets are usually embedded in walls, or in the victim.”
I shrugged. “I guess it’s just a miracle.”
Frank shook his head. It didn’t make sense to him. He dragged the assassin away in cuffs.
Amanda stared at me with a mix of awe and confusion. She didn’t have a clear view of the action from the bedroom. But she knew something wasn’t right. Most unarmed people don’t survive a battle with a semiautomatic pistol in the hands of a trained professional.
“What exactly happened?”
I shrugged. “Just lucky, I guess.”
“You kicked that guy’s ass.”
“I’ve been going to the gym.”
A smitten grin curled on her lips. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you?”
She sauntered close and wrapped her arms around me, squeezing tight. She was like a little kitten, purring with affection. “I do feel safe with you around.”
For a moment, I thought she wasn’t going to let go. “I really should be getting back to the dorm.”
“Aw, so soon?” she pouted. “All this excitement has gotten me… stimulated.” She lifted on her tiptoes and nibbled on my ear. Her hot breath whispered, “I’m so wet for you.”
It was tempting, but I needed to make sure Surge and Chrome were safe. If I had been targeted, they probably were as well. And there may be more than one assassin roaming around campus.
I called my dorm room and warned the girls that we were marked targets. I said my goodbyes to Amanda and headed back to Kingston Hall.
“You’ve got my number,” Amanda said as I left. “Call me.”
I marched across campus, keeping an eye over my shoulder. The next assassin might come with something more deadly than bullets. I was near the student union when I ran into the most lethal of assassins.
20
The afternoon sun bathed the campus in an amber glow.
Blackbirds darted between the trees. The royal blue sky had a few clouds in it, but they were sparse.
“Ben,” Emma shouted.
She was a killer. An assassin of my heart.
I tried to pretend I didn’t hear her, but she chased after me. One look would cause me to go weak. Her creamy skin, her emerald eyes, her lustrous red hair. It was my kryptonite. She wore a tight tube top, exposing her toned abs. Her short skirt, drew my attention to her magnificent thighs.
“I was really worried about you when you disappeared,” Emma said. “I thought that, maybe…”
She didn’t finish the sentence, but I knew where she was going. This was the woman that embarrassed me in front of everyone. Trashed my reputation. It would be enough to send anyone into a suicidal depression.
“I was… out of town. An emergency came up.”
A look of concern washed over her face. “I hope everything is all right?”
“It is. It was. It’s… Complicated.”
Emma frowned and smiled at the same time. There was a moment of awkward silence. Then, “I wanted to apologize to you. It was really… not cool… what I did to you.”
“It’s no big deal.” It was a huge deal to me at the time.
“You were always so nice to me in high school. You didn’t deserve that. I didn’t like who I was at that moment.” She looked at me with apologetic eyes. “I left the sorority. They wanted me to be somebody I wasn’t.”
I had promised myself I was never going to talk to her again. I was so mad at the time. But that face of hers, and her soft sweet voice, broke through my defenses. My heartbeat elevated. I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach.
There was a part of me that wanted to forgive her. There was also a part of me that thought, “Are you setting me up for another humiliation?”
The color drained from her face. “Oh, no! I would never do that… again.” She deflated and hung her head. “I’m sure you must hate me.”
“You weren’t my favorite person for a while.”
“I’m really sorry. Is there any way that you can forgive me?” she said, looking up at me with hopeful eyes.
“I don’t know. I mean, I forgive you. But it’s gonna take a lot for me to trust you again.”
A spark of hope glimmered in her eyes. “I’ll do anything. You name it. To earn your trust, that is.”
I thought about it for a moment. “Trust is something that’s earned in small increments over time. I don’t know if there’s any one thing that you can do.”
“Let me make it up to you. How about I take you out for dinner and drinks? That is, of course, if you don’t already have a girlfriend.”
“I’ve, kind of, got a few girlfriends.”
She slumped, disappointed.
“But they’re totally cool with me seeing other people,” I said in a slightly cocky voice.
“Really?” She looked confused. “The girls you were with at the Kappa party… were they your…?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, they’re really pretty.”
“What? Did you think I couldn’t get pretty girlfriends?”
“Oh, no! Not at all. I’m just saying—”
“They’re totally out of my league. I’ll admit it. But they love me for me. I’m lucky.”
“That’s great,” she said, her voice green with envy. Her face crinkled with a quizzical look. “So how does that work? Don’t they get jealous?”
I shrugged. “They’re both very competitive. Of course, they want as much of my time as possi
ble.” My cocky grin crept back in. “But I give them plenty of attention.”
“And do they see other people?”
“No. I mean, why would they want to?”
“Wow, cocky much?”
I smiled. “Confident.”
“You were never this confident back in high school.”
I could tell she was intrigued.
“So, they’re not going to beat me up if I try to make things up to you?”
“I think you’re safe.”
“Well, you’ve got my number. Call me when you want to hook up.” Emma smiled and strolled away.
I watched her as she strutted with a little extra bounce in her step. Her skirt fluttered with each step. She looked back over her shoulder to see if I was watching. A flirtatious glint flickered in her eyes.
I had been fantasizing about that girl for as long as I could remember. I’d be a fool not to take her up on her offer.
I was greeted with a barrage of questions when I stepped in my dorm room.
“How was she?” Chrome asked in reference to Amanda.
“Not bad.”
She arched a curious eyebrow.
“She doesn’t compare to either of you,” I said, trying to ease their emerging jealousy.
I caught them up to speed on my altercation with the assassin. “Who knows we’re here that would want us dead?”
“Maybe somebody doesn’t like us snooping around?” Surge said. “Why send an assassin with a gun to kill a super?”
“Maybe they didn’t know we were supers?” I said. “We haven’t done anything to give ourselves away here. Until now.”
“Unless Nitro-X saw us,” Chrome added.
My phone rang. I slipped it from my pocket. Curtis’s face appeared on the screen. I swiped to accept the call. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Do you think you can swing by my folks house?”
“Sure. What’s going on?”
21
Curtis’s dad lived 35 minutes away from campus. They had a palatial estate with a wrought-iron gate out front and the security call box. The pebble drive led up to the main house and circled around the fountain in front of the stately manner. His dad was loaded. He never talked much about his work. Most of it was classified. He owned a high-tech firm that often fulfilled government contracts for the defense industry.