"Breath"
by Tom ( vision-@ihug.co.nz )


The woman known as Elizabeth Braddock, turned the handle inside her shower,
sending water spraying into air until is hit the wall, making it's way down
slowly. Stripped of all clothing she stepped into the shower, closing the
curtain behind herself. It took her few moments to get used to the
temperature of the cold water, but she finally did, leaning against the
wall, relaxing. A cold shower was just what she needed to relax after the
danger room session she had just went through.  Storm and Magneto really
made it hard on them and New Mutants this time, in the wake of the Mutant
Massacre, they were not taking any chances, with half of the team gone or
injured.


While in the danger room, not for the first time, she noticed him looking at
her. He paid for it, getting hit quite a few times, until Magneto grew
irritated and demanded that he either paid attention or he would be put on a
week's detention. That seemed to work for Magnus, but she still knew he
watched her every moment he could. She felt.... strange. She was still
young, but not as young as the New Mutants. Her recent acceptation into
X-Men proved that she wasn't a New Mutant material. Still, she felt excited
when he watched her, even though he was at least 4 years younger than her.
There was no sort of "romance" between them, it never even started, it just
kind of all began out of nowhere. It was the New Mutants who rescued her
from Mojo, and from the first moment Cypher was stunned by her. At first,
she didn't notice, but later it became obvious to both of them that he liked
her. She... she had no idea if she did. She found him cute, and attractive,
and in some ways sexy, but for some reason they did not get close.


It wasn't that he was younger than her, Betsy didn't mind that at all, it
was just, well... she didn't know what it was. Maybe they were afraid of
what the rest of the team would think, and those responses would defiantly
not be supportive. Maybe they were just too shy... At that thought Betsy
laughed to herself. Her shy ? She'd been a model and a reckless teen since
she could remember. All those times her brother wouldn't believe what she
did at those dull parties their father would throw. She always found a nice
looking boy somewhere and went off with him. Shy she wasn't.  ^Doug is,
though.^ she came to a conclusion. A smartass he was, but when it came to
women he was strangely quiet. The boy after all was like what ? 16, 15 ? He
must have not had many experiences with women.


^And should *I* do something about that ?^ Betsy wondered as she began
soaping her wet body with soap. ^I'm not his mother, or father for the
matter, I shouldn't give him the birds and the bees talk.^ She chuckled to
herself at that thought. ^Then again, the boy is clearly in love with me,
and... and I think I'm returning that feeling. Something should be done
about it,^ she thought, running her hand through her hair, purple dye
leaving a stain on her hand. ^Stupid dye, it's all coming out,^ she though
as she began running her hands through her hair, and as purple dye began
running down her hands and her body. Soon enough, her hair returned to her
natural blonde color.


^Ahh Dougie, what am I supposed to do. I've been here such a short time, and
I've already been an object of affection,^ she though sighing. ^Which is
kinda cool actually,^ she thought, a large grin on her face. ^And he's
charming too, maybe I should go for it.^


^Or maybe not.^ her thoughts backfired. With a sigh, she began washing the
purple dye of herself, making her way down her chest over her breasts, and
down her legs. With her skin once again pink and clean she went under the
water flow one last time before turning it off and stepping out.


She stepped out to the mirror, wiping her hand through the glass to  clear
of the steam. Looking back at herself she smiled, seeing her now fully
developed body, her round firm breasts, always erected like, even if she
wasn't feeling any sensations. She looked at her stomach, flat and slightly
athletic,. She looked at her thin waste, which made her such a good model
back in the days. And those hips, that she learned to swirl in such a way no
man could resist them. Then of course her long legs, slightly tanned, but
still with the touch of pink in them. And how could she forget her hair,
which for most time was purple, but now was blonde. It looked strange she
had to admit, she wasn't used to having blonde hair, she dyed it for so
long. Still, it was there, blonde and already slowly starting to curl
slightly. Looking at herself, she put her hands on the hips and moved them
in a circular motion, biting her lip, forcing back a laugh. "Hi there
gorgeous." She spoke to herself, before snapping and laughing.


Looking in the mirror again, she grabbed the hair brush and started brushing
her hair. At various stages and moments she stopped, when the brush stopped
and she pulled on it angrily, clenching her teeth as she felt as if she was
pulling her hair out. Finally, she managed to comb the hair through and she
threw it behind her shoulders so it fell down on the middle of her bare
back. It was already starting to dry and curl.


Taking the last look in the mirror, and feeling like she finally understood
what it was that Doug saw in her, she moved away to find her robe. Picking
it up, she placed it on her frame, tying the belt over her waist. It was
noon by now, and she really felt like lying in bed for few more hours, she
wasn't tired, she just felt like spending the day looking at the ceiling.
She opened the door of the bathroom and walked out to her room, stretching
and looking around. The sun was at it's highest, and it was shining straight
through her window, making the room awfully hot. Leaving the widow open, she
closed the blinds in some effort to keep the heat out.


She spun in a circle, looking around for a thing to do. Just then she heard
a strange noise coming from the door out to the corridor. There was someone
there. Casually, as if nothing had happened, she walked up to her bed, where
she was out of reach of someone who might have been  peeking through the key
hole. Getting up, she began moving along the wall, towards the door as
soundlessly as she could, hoping those few training sessions she had would
help. Making absolutely no sound, she came up to the door, sideways,
reaching out for the handle, careful not to make a noise. She could have
sworn even her breath stopped when she tightened her hand around the handle.
Making a mental countdown, she gripped the handle and turning it she pulled
the door straight open.


"DOUG ?!" She almost screamed as she saw Doug on his knees before the door,
totally confused. "What are you doing ?" She asked in a demanding voice.


"I.. um... you see..." he began trying to explain, his mind not being able
to find some kind of excuse. "You see Betsy...." he began. "YOUR HAIR !" he
suddenly noticed, even more surprised to see Betsy blonde, changing the
subject entirely.


Betsy sighed. "Get in." she said pointing inside. He got up from his knees
and walked through the door, as Betsy shut it behind him. ^At least we won't
make a scene on the corridor,^ she thought to herself.


"What happened to your hair Elizabeth ?" Doug asked in every effort to keep
the conversation away from him. "Shouldn't it be purple ?"


"I dye it, it's originally blonde. I just washed out the dye in the shower.
Now tell me what you were doing under my door." Betsy asked in a demanding
voice. ^Yes pretend you're angry, make him confess first,^ she thought to
herself.


"Well you see.... I...." he began mumbling again.


"You were stalking weren't you ?" Betsy asked, still in a firm voice.


The boy lowered his head down, unable to look her in the eyes. "Yes."


^Aww that's so sweet,^ Betsy though to herself. "And why would you do that
?" she asked, her voice becoming more friendly.


"I...." Doug opened his mouth to speak but no words came. Sweat began to run
down his back, and his mind suddenly clouded and he couldn't concentrate.
"I... I.... I love you Betsy." the words finally came out of his mouth,
those words he'd been practicing so long to say, they were finally out. He
looked at her, awaiting her laughter, but instead she  sat down on her bed,
leaning on her hands, crossing one leg over the other. ^God she's
beautiful,^ he thought.


"Oh do you Doug ?" She said in a voice that seemed to be a mixture of tease
and honesty. "Well it's no surprise to me." she said in the same voice.


"It isn't ?" Doug asked clearly surprised.


Betsy mentioned for him to sit down next to her. He wasn't believing this.
It had to be a dream. As he slowly and shyly made his way towards Betsy he
pinched himself only to find he wasn't dreaming. He sat down next to Betsy,
who was now sitting face to face with him, praying she wouldn't notice how
nervous he was, how his hands were shaking.


^He is even cutter from close up,^ Betsy thought. ^And he's so nervous. That
is just so sweet.^ She leaned close to Doug and whispered into his ear. "No
Doug. In fact, I've been feeling the same." she said gently biting on his
ear. He shot upwards, almost rocketing into the sky. He turned around to
face her, cold sweat running down his face, only to find Betsy laughing.


"What...the...." he asked his brain beginning to think of denial.


Betsy looked up at him, with a smile on her face. "It's true Doug." She said
in her normal voice, her sexy seductive woman impression gone. "I've noticed
you looking at me, at every occasion you see me. I've known you had
something for me for a long time." She said to Cypher's astonishment. This
had to be a dream.


"I.. I didn't know what to do about it at first." Betsy said suddenly
looking down embarrassed, tracing an invisible pattern on the bed. "But..
but I think I love you too Doug." She said suddenly looking up at him,
honesty shining from her eyes.


^She really means this. This has to be heavenm,^ Dough thought to himself.
For all his thought's he couldn't open his mouth and say anything.


"What do you think ?" Betsy said moving closer to him, her face close to his
but only close enough if he made a move.


"I... I..." he started saying. Suddenly, the sight of her face before him,
so beautiful gave him new strength. "I love you." he whispered before moving
his mouth to hers. Their lips met and for a moment both lost breath from the
sensation, but that was only for a few brief seconds. Their tongues began
searching for each other until they found what they were looking for,
swirling around each other.


Betsy moved her body closer and Doug fell on his back onto the bed under the
impact and she moved over the top of him, not breaking the kiss. Finally,
they broke the caress, each grasping a breath of air, as Betsy giggled.
Towering above Doug she looked at him, his eyes misty, from the surprise and
excitement. They kissed again, Doug's hands traveling up and down
Elizabeth's body, but not daring to touch the sensual parts. They broke the
kiss again, and with a wicked grin, Betsy moved off him.


Sitting down, she grabbed the belt of her robe, pulling it open. Doug looked
at her, shocked and speechless. "Betsy...I...I have... never...."


"Oh of course." Betsy said, smiling. "Don't worry I'll teach you
everything." She said grinning. "Take your shirt of."


Doug looked at her, disbelief on his face, he had not come here for this,
this had only happened in his wildest fantasies. Was he sure he wanted to do
this ? ^Hell yes, what are you waiting for ?^  a voice in his head said. He
realized he wanted to do this. He wanted to do it ever since he saw her.
^She'll teach me ? Just what does that mean ?^ he thought as he pulled his
t-shirt of, revealing his naked chest.


She sat down before him, still in her robe, looking at him, on his knees
before her. She liked what she saw. "Okay." she said and to Doug's full
disbelief she began pulling her robe off, first revealing her naked legs
then a patch of blonde pubic hair and finally her breasts. Taking the robe
fully off, she threw it on the floor, starting back at Doug, whose jaw was
somewhere on the ground floor, fully naked.


"I... I... well... I can't say... I expected....." Doug said his hands
trembling. Against his nervousness, he extended his hand to touch one of
Betsy's breasts which hardened at the slightest touch. He quickly pulled his
hand back, unsure what he just did.


"It's okay," Betsy said in a calm voice, looking him straight into the face.
"Take all the time you want, learn all you have to."  ^This is going to be
interesting,^ she thought to herself.


Still astonished, he moved closer to Betsy who was sitting on her folded up
legs and reached out for the breast again. This time it didn't harden at
instant and he began kneading it in his hands, squeezing it, amazed at the
thick texture. A slight moan escaped Betsy's mouth, but was unheard by the
preoccupied Doug.  Still caressing the breast, he felt it go hard in his
hand, and he ran his thumb over little rock hard nipple on the end of her
now aroused breast. Something stroke him, and he lowered his mouth to her
boob and touched the nipple with his tongue. At that, Betsy gasped, clearly
surprised. ^Well, he may not be as inexperienced as he claims.^


Feeling more confident, Doug placed his mouth on her breast, and slowly but
surely began sucking on it, while his other hand began kneading the other
breast. Betsy moaned few times, feeling the beginning of things to come.
Suddenly Doug bit her rock hard nipple and made Betsy stiffen suddenly.
Realizing he might have gone to far, he looked up at Betsy only to find her
smiling with her eyes closed. To him, it was evident proof he was doing it
right.


His mouth left the breast and he cupped them both with his hands, squeezing
them and pressing them together, marveling at how firm but yet soft they
were. They were large and round, with small nipples on the end, which now
must have been rock hard after his caress. Smiling, Betsy pulled him into
another kiss which lasted until both of them were totally out of breath.
Letting go, Betsy bent back, laying down on the bed, stretching out the
length of her  body, impressing Doug even more. Smiling, she gestured for
him to continue. She was enjoying this lesson as much as he was.


Suddenly struck with a thought of something he saw in a move Roberto once
watched, Doug lowered his face to Betsy's breast, and pulling the breasts
apart with his hands, he  began tracing his tongue along the skin. Betsy
gasped in sudden pleasure, her eyes slamming wide open. She looked at Doug
who in turn looked at her unsure what to do next. "Go on," she whispered,
putting her head back on the pillows, allowing him to continue. Returning to
his task, he began licking the skin between Betsy's breasts, while massaging
her nipples with his thumbs. Her breath began to increase in speed slightly
as he began planting small kisses on the sensitive skin. "Hmmmmmmmm." Betsy
sighed smiling. She was definitely liking this.


Deciding it was time to move on, Doug began running his hands down her chest
and belly, exploring every inch of her skin, kissing it, licking it gently
to find out which spots were sensitive. Getting to her belly button, he
gazed at it for a while before placing his lips on it and leaving a wet kiss
on the spot. Moving his face down, he felt Betsy's pubic hair brush against
his chin and heard Betsy moan. ^No not yet,^ he thought to himself. He
looked up at Betsy unsure what to do now.


For a while, she almost impatiently wanted to push his face down into her
entrance and make him suck, but she remembered he never had done this before
and she promised she'd teach him. With a grin, she turned over to her
stomach, so now her back was facing him. Spreading her hands out and putting
her head on the pillows she mentioned for him to continue.


Dumb folded and unsure what to do he moved over to Betsy and sat down on her
back, his erection pressing firmly against her spine. To that, she did not
respond, not yet and Doug began massaging her shoulders, placing kisses on
her neck making her shiver. He moved towards her right ear and began licking
the inside as he had once seen in a movie. Betsy's slight moan reassured him
he wasn't doing bad. Leaving the ear behind, he returned his attention to
her back. His hands let go of her shoulders and traveled under her body,
griping her breasts while he slowly began kissing the flesh down her spine.
To that Betsy let out a full moan. As his tongue came in contact with her
skin he could fell her shiver. She moaned again, once he reached half way
and instructed him to stay in that place for a while, as he did, bringing
out more full moans from her.


Beginning to move along, he raised his hands from her breasts and placed
them on her buttocks, an area he was approaching. Finally when he did, he
sat back and gazed at her ass. It was fairly large and tight, which made it
stick out when she was wearing spandex. For few moments he sat there and
watched her butt, amazed by the roundness of it and suddenly, with no
reason, he lowered his tongue to it and ran it along her crack, making her
gasp for breath suddenly. He wasn't sure where that came from either.
Lifting his head up, he noticed the psychedelic aroma of roses that was in
Betsy's skin.


He planted few kisses on her buttocks, finding the skin very soft before
continuing further down to her inner thighs. At his mere touch, Betsy sighed
and when his lips came down to her area she moaned, finally releasing the
pleasure through her voice. He kissed the skin around her thighs, listening
to her moan and gasp, satisfied that it was him who made Betsy feel like
this. Finally, deciding it was the time to move on, he got up to his knees
and turned her over, so she was now facing him. Looking up at her in
question he smiled.


Spreading her legs wide apart she placed her hand on her pussy. "Watch." she
instructed. He moved back as he began watching, trying to remember each
detail. First, Betsy entered one finger into her clit, and gasped at it,
closing her eyes. She began circling the finger inside, as her breath
increased speed, and soon enough a second finger joined, copying the
movement of the first one. After few more seconds Betsy pulled out her wet
fingers, looking up at Doug, who wasn't quite sure he could do something
like this.


Spreading her legs as wide as she could Betsy mentioned for him to try it.
After a while, he lowered himself there, taking a careful look at her
womanhood. A patch of curly blonde hair covered the top of her, while under
that, the real entrance showed. There was an aroma of roses coming from her
skin, her pussy smelling like flowers. "Pull the lips apart with your
fingers." She instructed him. Without any more hesitation, he placed his
fingers on the lips of her pussy and pulled them apart. Before him, revealed
a sight of wonder. He didn't have time to think as Betsy told what to do
next.


"Place one finger inside, slowly." She said gripping the pillows as he did.
Without waiting for further instructions, he began circling his finger
slowly, making Betsy moan. "Now use two fingers." she said in between her
already fastening breath. Doug did as he was instructed, adding one more
finger and increasing his speed. He could feel a strange wetness inside
where his fingers now were, as Betsy gasped for air and moaned in turn.
Again, with his own will, he placed a third finger into her pussy, and began
circling them faster and faster, and now he could see Betsy pleasuring as
she shut her eyes and gripped the pillows near her.


"FASTER !" She commanded as Doug increased his speed. "Use your tongue. Find
the end of the clitoris.... it's a little nob." She said trying to keep her
talking in tact as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Doug hesitated for
a while, unsure he wanted to place his tongue in there, but the sight of a
groaning and moaning Betsy convinced him. Slowly, at first, he placed his
tongue on her entrance, hearing her urging him. With no further hesitation,
he entered her with his tongue, looking around for her clitoris, while his
fingers kept repeating the circular motion at faster speed. After a moment,
he found it and when he touched it with his tongue he heard Betsy cry out
his name.


"Yeah, that's it," she called. "Keep  doing it faster, faster !" Doug could
hear her voice in the background, but he became occupied with the task at
hand. Sliding his fingers in and out, he teased her clitoris with his
tongue, making her growl, to his surprise. She lifted her hips, to get more
of him, and his face was now in her pussy, his tongue roaming inside as his
fingers roaming in and out. Betsy called out his name again, it between
gasps for breath, and she gripped the sheets under, crying out.


"Of god yes, Doug. Don't stop !"


Doing as he told, Doug increased his speed, to full this time and he licked,
fingered and bit her on the lips, his face drowning into her pussy. She
began bucking, feeling the orgasm coming.


"YES ! GOD YES !" she growled pushing Doug's head down more and lifting her
hips as high as possible. "I'm coming !" she finally shouted, as her hips
bucked and she screamed his name. He glanced up at her, whole body
trembling, head tilted back, mouth open and he felt sudden wetness running
down his fingers. He looked down to see her juices running down his fingers
and he quickly pulled out.


"DON'T !" Betsy shouted, short of breath as wave after wave of climax swept
through her body. Quickly, Doug replaced his tongue, and began licking
anything he could touch inside, feeling her salty juices flow into his
mouth. She started making inhuman noises, growling and moaning with pleasure
as he brought her to another orgasm, his tongue swirling around in her
vagina.


After a while, Betsy lost count of how many orgasms she went through, they
just kept coming and coming, one more powerful than the other, and Doug kept
his tongue, and occasional fingers inside her all the time, sucking every
bit moisture from her. She swirled around, bucked her hips and called out
his name endless times until she finally fell to the bed, tired with the
pleasure.


Doug looked up at her, wiping his face. "Was that good ?" he asked. Betsy
looked at him, regaining her consciousness. ^Oh god I never though he could
do something like that to me,^ she thought, still short of breath. "That....
was amazing," she said. Doug grinned, happy with himself. Betsy sat up and
looked at Doug. It was pay back time. She crawled up to him, and kissed him
on the lips. When they broke, she pushed him down to the bed, pulling his
pants and boxers down.


She sat there for a while, admiring his 7 inch manhood, noticing it was
fairly large  for his age. ^My luck,^ she thought. "You just lay down and
let me take care of you," she instructed. He did as she said, laying back
and letting her take over. She moved closer to his penis, gripping it with
one hand. She heard him gasp and smiled. Slowly, she kissed the top, making
him moan this time. It was rock hard, erect, as it must have been ever since
he sat down on her back. Slowly, she grabbed his balls in one hand, and
placed her mouth over the top of him. Looking up she saw him shut his eyes
and open his mouth, gasping for breath. She closed her lips around his dick
and slowly moved down until she reached the base. A moan from him told her
that she was going good. As she began pulling back, he suddenly screamed and
came straight into her mouth.


At first, surprised she pulled out and his seed shoot out all over her
breasts, but she quickly regained control and began sucking on it,
swallowing it all down. When it was finally gone, Betsy licked her lips and
watched the cum tickle down her breasts slowly. Doug looked up at her
embarrassed.


"It's okay, she said, smiling. "You must have been excited.  I understand."
With those words, she reached over to kiss him again. When they broke the
kiss, she grabbed his hand and placed it over her breasts, covering them all
with his sperm. She then reached to his chest and began placing kisses on
it, with experience, knowing where to spend most of her time, and
accompanied by his moans, she suddenly stopped half way. Looking up at Doug,
she gave him an evil smile.


"Doug I want you to take me," she said in a firm voice.


He looked up at her, unsure just what she was talking about, until the
realization came to him. His eyes went wide. "You... you mean like ?"


She nodded.


"But.. but I never..."


"Don't worry, I'll lead the way." She said.


"But we need to use..."


"Don't worry. I'm on the pill."


"Oh." He said. Should he do this ? He loved this woman, he was sure of this,
but were they ready for this ? The look on her face convinced him. "I love
you." he whispered.


"I love you too." she whispered kissing him. She then moved away to where
his erected manhood stood proudly. Positioning herself over him, she looked
up for any word of protest but there came none, his eyes told her what he
wanted. Betsy grabbed his cock and held it still as she began lowering
herself onto him. He began gasping at the sensation of entering her, and she
to closed her eyes, as she slowly slid down. Inch by inch she lowered
herself until her pelvis met his.


For a moment they just both sat there, he amazed at the strange feeling of
being inside her, she mesmerized at being full again. She looked down at
Doug, who was lying under her, his breath already beginning to sharpen.
Slowly, she began moving up and down his shaft, very slowly at first to gain
a rhythm. He moaned, and she closed her eyes as she began riding him, very
slowly. His hands came up to her breasts, and began caressing them, gripping
and squeezing them. Betsy let out a moan of pleasure as his cock began
hitting the base of her cervix. Both of them were already aroused, and soon
Doug placed his hands on her ass, to increase the speed. Soon, they were
fully one, moving at the same rhythm, she moaning as his cock brushed her
walls, he groaning as his penis moved in and out of a woman.


By now, they were in the first stages of their climax, both of them
increasing the tempo. Doug clenched his teeth and began sliding her up and
down faster and faster and she gasped and called out his name. He bit his
lip and pumped as hard as he could, watching hazily as she rode him, her
breasts moving in the rhythm of their fuck, her beautiful blonde hair going
everywhere, her face in a grimace of pain and pleasure. This was too much.
He groaned.


"I'M COMING !" he shouted out not quite sure what those words meant, his
mind racing on the edge of reality and dream.


"NOT YET ! NOT YET !" Betsy shouted increasing speed.


"Can't.... hold !" Doug shouted fighting to keep himself in. Sweat covered
his face, and Betsy was a blur in the background. "I...."


"ARRRGHRHRHR" He screamed as he came into her. His hips began bucking and
his breath was short and raged.


Betsy felt his seed spray into her womb, and she screamed at the pleasure,
it finally sending her over the edge. She screamed Doug's name and she threw
hear head back, as Doug spilt his seed into her and she fully released her
juices. Waves of pleasure swept over her, making her moan and groan until
she lost any conscious thought. Finally, barely able to see, she reached
down to Doug pressing her chest against his, searching for his mouth.


After a while, she found and she kissed him, for few long moments as each of
them tried to regain consciousness.


"I love you." Betsy whispered lying her head down on his shoulder.


"I love you too." he whispered back, embracing her back, pulling her closer,
his cock still in her, juices flowing down everywhere.


Both of them laid there for minutes, hours they couldn't tell. With a final
breath they fell asleep in each other's arms.


Fin






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