Powers, Chapter One

by sirius_face

This is my work of fiction for the leslita crowd. I've been writing erotic fiction as a hobby for years, and hope that my writing here will be welcomed and enjoyed. All characters and situations in this story are fictional, completely products of my perverted mind. If you like this story or have anything to say about it, please leave a comment. You can also find me on the forums. This first chapter is dedicated to Mindy, who I will never met, and who most likely will never know of this. You are so bad for Kacy - in a good way. Special thanks goes to Yiru for feedback on this story, and for Jetboy, who took the time to proofread and edit this chapter.

Casey Celes stood naked at the foot of her bed, arms folded over small, perky breasts as she stared down at the three most adult-looking panties she owned. At least, in her mind, they passed for adult-looking.

She was a lively girl of fifteen, but her selection of clothes was mostly geared towards tomboyish behavior rather than showing off her body. She preferred pants with pockets to skirts that flattered her legs. Her clothing was suited for practicality, not looking pretty – but on this tonight, she wanted to at least be attractive.

She took a glance at the iPad on its docking station and grimaced – it was twenty minutes before her ride would be here, and she was still naked. She needed to make a decision soon, but the three choices in front of her were holding her back. The pink panties were the most girly of the three – hot pink, sporting three layers of ruffles topped with a little blue bow. It was the pair she only wore when all her other panties were in the hamper. They were just too precious for her, though her mom insisted that all girls needed at least a couple of cute pairs of panties to wear. Anyway, none of her clothes went with hot pink.

Frowning, she considered the next pair. Typical ash-gray boy shorts, very comfortable and seamless since she often wore shorts or tight jeans, but so utterly unsexy. Another problem was that this pair matched her usual style of dress, and for the person she had in mind, the teen wanted to have something a little more special beneath her clothes.

That thought made Casey blush and her heart begin to pick up speed. Today was all planned out, and the little secret explorations she'd had with her childhood friend over the course of nearly two years were all leading up to this one romantic moment. It was too good to be true, all the more so considering how busy Malory usually was.

Physically, the differences between the two girls were like night and day. They were the same age, but while Casey had a boyish figure with a few scars on her legs and under her chin and hair cut short, Malory was already a professional model. She'd been winning beauty pageants since she was a toddler, had her face and body put on display in several magazines, and had more money than she cared to admit as a result of her career. Good-mannered and sporting all A's on her report cards, Malory was simply perfect.

Casey blushed a little more, looking at the panties laid out before her once again. Yes, Malory was perfect, and soon to be hers.

Trying to concentrate, she swallowed her excitement as she came to the last pair of panties, the ones that had her most concerned. All black, sporting a small triangular patch that would conceal her hairless sex with blooming roses in lace and mesh. Thin straps were connected to the mesh covering that would fit nice and snug over her toned butt, which Casey swore she could still see through when she modeled the pair in the mirror.

She had bought these panties with money saved, two weeks after she'd worked out this planned meeting with Malory – bought them to wear for her. Now she wondered if she had the guts to slip them on.

"Aren't you suppose to be going already?"

Casey was so focused on the need to make a decision that her little sister's voice made her jump and squeak.

"How long have you been standing there?" Casey asked, making no move to cover her nakedness, giving her blind little sister a small glare of annoyance for having scared her.

"Long enough to be bored with you humming and murmuring to yourself." Bethany Celes was eleven years old, with a body that suggested she was younger. Casey at least had a chest big enough for a training bra, but her sister was flat as a board and slim as a reed. While Casey sported autumn brown hair that was often spiked and had light sky-blue eyes, Beth's hair was shiny and black as wet ink, longer than her sister's so that half her face was completely covered, and eyes gray as fog. She had been born blind, yet Casey didn't know anyone who loved to read as much as her little sister. "What's so important, anyhow?" Beth asked, inviting herself into her big sister's room.

"I don't know what underwear to wear tonight." She hadn't told her sister, or anyone else, how she really felt about her best friend. She'd never lied to her family, and told herself she wasn't lying now; she simply wasn't giving her mother and sister all the details about the time she spent in Malory's company.

"Seriously? Are you dumb?" Beth was blunt as ever. She walked to where she knew Casey's bed was, not needing her cane when she was at home. Her dainty hand felt its way over the bed, gliding onto the hot pink garment, picking it up and feeling it with both hands. "It's just underwear, what does it matter which you wear – wait, you have a date, don't you?"

The grin that grew on Bethany's heart-shaped face made Casey blush even harder and look away. "M-maybe."

Beth had the boy shorts in hand next, and pressed her teasing further. "And you want to look all sexy for this guy, huh? Does Mom know? You at least have condoms, right?" she asked jokingly.

Casey had to laugh, though she couldn't hold back the nervousness in her voice. "It's nothing like that," she said honestly, "Just what is Mom letting you read now, that you'd get an idea like that?" she asked in hope of changing the topic.

"Twilight," Beth answered in a very matter-of-fact tone as she felt over the last pair of panties. "All the cool kids are reading it. I don't get what's so great about it though. Mr. Spinelli's Stargirl was a lot better written, and shorter." Beth turned her head toward Casey, giving her a small smirk and holding out the black panties. "Wear these. They feel the best."

Casey hesitated before taking the panties from her little sister. "Yeah, I figured," she sighed. It wasn't the best feeling in the world to have your blind little sister see the obvious answer that you ignored.

"You'd be so lost without me," Beth snickered. "Now put some clothes on... you have like no time left for your date, right?"

For a second Casey wasn't sure how her sister even knew she was naked, but then she remembered that Bethany could hear the rustle of clothing. She might not have been able to see, but her other senses were better than most – almost like super powers.

Another glace at her iPad confirmed that Beth was right once again, "Oh crap, you're right!"

*****

"Just where are we going, Casey? I can't even tell which way is back to the picnic area."

Malory Hale held on tightly to Casey's hand as she was led deeper into the park, while her other hand balanced a purple lace parasol to shade her fair skin. It was a requirement from her parents that she not risk over-tanning, or worse yet, getting sunburned. The travel bag that swung on her shoulder carried all the things Casey had said they would need for tonight.

The park stretched out for miles, nestled deep in the hills, miles from the busy city. The girls had been brought there in a limo, which was nothing new if not a little embarrassing for the tomboy. The Hales were a rich and well-to-do family, while Casey came from a single parent home where her mom made a living as a moderately successful romance author. It was yet another difference between the two friends, though it did nothing to impede their friendship.

"Someplace great, I promise." Casey smiled back at her best friend. She didn't need to lead Malory by the hand as if the girl was in danger of getting lost, but the physical contact felt reassuring, easing her excited jitters about the whole purpose of this visit to the park. Happy as she was to have Malory all to herself, it only added to Casey's nervous excitement.

The fact that they were able to steal this much time to be alone together seemed like nothing short of a miracle. Malory was a model, and dressed the part even when she wasn't in front of the camera. She'd been waiting for Casey in the limo wearing a strapless black summer dress with little white hearts printed on it that reached to just above her knees. When Casey had stepped into the vehicle, she had found Malory applying lotion to her bare legs.

The girls suddenly grew shy when they tried to discuss their plan, even though they'd worked it out together weeks ago. The idea that they were going to be alone for hours was one thing, but it was something else again for Casey and Malory to admit the obvious truth – they were going to have sex.

It had to happen away from their homes. Malory lived in a 'modest mansion', as she liked to call it. She wasn't one for boasting, but even she had to blush at the name, fearing she sounded more stuck up by calling it that. There was an ever-present army of servants on the premises, and Malory's parents kept her busy enough with photo shoots, meetings with clothing designers, extra curricular school activities, and anything else they could think of to refine the public profile of their daughter. Sometimes it seemed to Malory that the only real refuge she had in the entire house was the toilet.

To take the next step at Casey's home was also out of the question. Though her mom was often busy enough to be safely out of the way, she worked by her own schedule, so it was impossible to tell when the girls could get enough time alone to be intimate, or for how long. Then there was Bethany to consider...

It had been two years ago during a sleepover that Casey and Malory had crossed the line of friendship to realize something much more intimate between them. Casey had been reading an explicit scene from her mother's latest manuscript to Malory, and it had so excited them both that later, after falling asleep, both girls had their first wet dreams almost simultaneously.

Malory's dream had been so intense that she had awakened with her panties wet at the crotch, her sex throbbing like she'd never experienced before. Frightened, she attempted to slip out of bed and change when Casey herself suddenly jerked awake, feeling a powerful urge to touch herself between the thighs. Sitting upright, Casey had caught Malory in the act of pulling down her pajama pants.

What followed between the girls, after Malory was coaxed back into bed without changing her panties, was a whispered exchange of secrets. They discussed the sexy dreams they'd both just experienced, then confessed to often having similar feelings of arousal that wouldn't go away, not until they took matters into their own hands.

Casey revealed that while showering, she'd discovered how amazing it felt when she pointed the removable shower head between her legs, and how rubbing herself with her fingers led her to 'hit her peak', just as the characters in her mom's stories did. Malory shyly admitted to the awesome but scary feelings that often came over her while she bathed. Her bathtub had jets designed for relaxing muscles, but if she sat a certain way, the rushing water would make her feel things she never had before. Such pleasures had always seemed weird and wrong to her, and Casey had been quick to dissuade her friend of those notions.

They talked at length about the things they did in secret, how good it felt when they reached that moment that neither could describe fittingly, though Casey swore it was 'awesome times ten'.

Looking back to that night, neither girl could say exactly when they first slipped their hands inside their pajama pants, exploring the warm dampness of their mounds. There and then, Casey and Malory brought themselves to intense orgasms, foreheads pressed together while they panted and held hands. At the end, the girls shared their first kiss.

That had been the most special moment in Casey's life, ruined a couple seconds later when she realized how wet she had gotten at the end; Casey had discovered that she squirted when she came, something she'd never noticed in the shower.

Awkward apologies came afterwards; then when Casey changed the sheets the next morning her sister Bethany, then only nine, came into the room and told Casey that she should use fewer blankets on the bed, because the room 'smells all sweaty'.

There were plenty of reasons why the girls couldn't go all the way in their homes. But now Casey had found something even better...

The girls followed a bubbling creek deep into the park. The trees grew thicker, creating thin green ceilings above. Monarch butterflies flickered in the air, and glittering dragonflies zipped past. They were still fairly close to civilization, but Casey was patiently leading the way to a place that would give them all the privacy they needed and more.

"We're almost there now." Casey's excitement was mounting, and gave Malory's hand a squeeze. Their hearts raced as Casey helped Malory down a depression carved into the ground where a stream flowed by. Rocks slid beneath Malory's shoes, causing her to lose balance and fall forward with a shriek. To her surprise, Casey managed to catch her just in time.

Now in each other's arms, the girls stared blankly at one another. The only sounds of life came from the gentle gurgling of the stream just a few feet away, then the sudden scream of a hawk on the hunt. Malory's dropped parasol lay just a few feet away. For the first time in a long while, they felt alone, left to themselves in their own little world.

The kiss that followed came naturally to them both. Lips pressed together, lips parted, tongues met and two fifteen-year-old girls moaned unashamed into each other's mouths.

They had both practiced the art of kissing in secret since that special night. Casey had determined to learn all she could about her body, and the art of giving pleasure. She had her mother's steamy romance novels, which she read whenever she could, and the internet, though some of things she discovered there quickly turned her off. Malory had been more shy about educating herself, so used to others having control of her body and what she did with it. Other people told her what to wear, how to walk and pose, how to give the right look with her eyes and pout her lips just so. It felt completely natural to let Casey take the lead in a situation like this.

It was thanks to the tomboy's help and encouragement that Malory had learned the secrets of her own body. That was how Malory discovered that she was, as Casey's mom would describe it in her books, a screamer. Casey knew that if things went as they should tonight, she'd be screaming right along with Malory, secure in the knowledge that no one would hear or intrude on them.

Their kiss broke when Malory drew away, needing to breathe. For half a second, the girls were connected by a string of saliva, thin as a thread of spider silk.

"That felt good... right?" Casey asked, panting for air as well, cheeks flushed, eyes shaded by the baseball cap she wore.

Malory was blushing harder, smiling hugely. She nodded, taking Casey's hand again. "It always does."

Those words made Casey's stomach tighten with excitement, butterflies storming inside. She tasted her friend's cherry lip balm on her lips as she said, "I want to kiss you some more. But not here – in there."

She grinned when Malory stared at her, confusion in the girl's warm honey eyes. "In where? There's nothing around us but trees."

Feeling a little smug, Casey tsk-tsked and wagged a finger. "Is that really true? Look again," she replied, peering behind her.

Malory followed her friend's gaze, seeing only the stream peppered with smooth stones, grass all around that was taller than she was, thick and plentiful. Then a stray breeze gave her a quick glimpse of what Casey had been looking at, then the greenery around them hid it from view.

"You... found a cave?" murmured a wide-eyed Malory.

"No," Casey grinned. "I found a magic cave."

*****

It took five minutes to reach the heart of the cave. Casey led the way with a flashlight app on her cellphone, Malory nervously doing the same as she stuck close to her friend. The path they followed twisted and turned past walls jagged with shards of rock, sprouting crooked roots. It was silent in the cave, save for the nervous breathing from Malory as they walked on until, incredibly, Casey told her to put her cell away.

"You're nuts! We won't be able to see. We shouldn't even be here! What if we can't find our way out?"

Casey had already pocketed her own phone, not bothering to mention that they'd been following a linear path all along. She turned to give the strawberry blonde a reassuring smile, just visible in the light of Malory's cell.

"Don't worry. This'll be worth it, I promise."

Malory hesitated, but faith in her best friend won out in the end. Holding on tightly to Casey's hand, she turned off the spotlight feature of her phone and stashed it in the little traveling bag she carried. Darkness swallowed them at once.

For a couple of seconds, the girls were deaf and blind. Then Casey said, "Just hold on to my hand, it's not far from here."

Whatever 'it' was, Casey didn't say, and Malory meekly followed as she was led along. The soft crunch of their footsteps was the only reassuring sound around them. In the dark, it was apparent how much cooler it was inside the cave than out of it, making Malory wonder just how deep the cavity went – and how much deeper her friend was planning to go.

Just then, Casey began to pick up the pace. "There. See, up ahead?"

Malory squinted, unsure of what she was looking for in the total darkness, but then she noticed it too – a faint light ahead, growing steadily brighter as they kept walking.

The enormous room the girls then entered was more than just a light; it seemed to contain a universe.

Casey's promise of a magic cave had been spot on. The look on Malory's face would be something Casey would never forget.

The massive ceiling of the cavern seemed to be sprinkled with stars. Hundreds, maybe thousands of soft glowing lights illuminated the interior, allowing the girls to see each other and their surroundings. The truly spectacular sight, though, was the area ahead of them. A pool of water took up most of the cavern floor, with a thin path of earth leading to a larger patch of island in the pool's center.

The stars were above and below them; their light reflected on the still waters of pool, which looked to be only a foot or so deep.

It was far more than simply beautiful... this was breathtaking.

"How did you ever find this place?" Malory asked in a hushed voice, wide-eyed as she drank it all in. "What are those lights? How are they glowing like that? Are they bugs?"

Malory was full of questions, but Casey remained silent as she led her friend along the thin path towards the small island. No grass grew inside the cave, but the ground was much softer underfoot than it had been.

"Wait a minute... what are these, really?" Malory muttered, detecting patterns in the lights above. They didn't twinkle like stars, their light was soft and constant, but the patterns were undeniable. The Big Dipper, Orion the Hunter, Leo...

She had to be wrong. Malory didn't know much about constellations, but she knew how to make out the obvious ones that sometimes appeared at night. When Casey didn't answer, she turned to her friend and froze, heart suddenly pounding at what she saw.

Casey had removed her tee, leaving the girl in a black training bra – utterly unsexy, but it matched her panties at least. Those too had become visible as Casey tugged her denim shorts down to ring her ankles.

In the glow of all those tiny lights above and below them, Casey looked less like a tomboy and more like something... mythical. It was in her eyes, her posture, even the way she smiled, and in the way she boldly walked up to Malory, took her hand, drew her close and kissed her like she'd never dared to before, even when they could steal a small window of privacy in their homes.

The kiss was full of love and promise, and Malory's questions vanished like smoke as she pressed her mouth into Casey's. There was more emotion, more love in this kiss then her friend had ever shown before, and the promise in it reminded Mallory that there was no small window of time to distract them now, no desperate need to be quiet, no risk of being discovered. The moment was theirs.

A sense of complete freedom overcame Malory at that point, and she let her traveling bag drop to the ground, wrapping both arms around Casey's neck. She thrust her tongue awkwardly into the other girl's mouth, having forgotten everything she'd learned about kissing like an adult in the heat of the moment. Malory was overwhelmed with need and desire, as if suddenly freed from a prison she'd always been in without knowing it.

Casey kissed back, moaning with pent up desire of her own. Her hands held Malory's hips, slid around to briefly cup her covered rear, then crept downward to touch the silky smoothness of her legs. The tips of their noses brushed, and Malory whimpered as she felt Casey's hands travel up her bare thighs, disappearing beneath the skirt she wore.

Malory's butt tensed when Casey suddenly reached up to squeeze it. She broke the kiss, moaning louder than she meant to, feeling a moment of fear before she remembered that no one but Casey could hear.

"Don't be quiet... I really like hearing you moan, you know?" Casey confessed in a husky tone, nuzzling Malory's cheek, then kissing her throat – pausing to breathe deeply of Malory's perfume. "I mean... it just sounds so awesome to hear... you moan really sexy."

Malory was at a loss for words. They never talked about themselves or their feelings when they did things like this. Whenever they could seize a private moment together in a room, or even in a closet, their actions were limited to masturbating in front of each other, trying more than anything to keep quiet.

Now the girls were on their own, free to do as they pleased without fear of getting spied upon or caught. It was such an unusual state of affairs for Malory that she didn't know if it was for real. It seemed too good to be true. Finally she seized upon Casey's last remark, and asked her friend, "No one else is going to hear me moan, right?"

Casey responded by squeezing Malory's ass again, harder this time, earning a gasp from her beautiful friend. "No, there's no chance of anyone hearing us." She lightly kissed Malory's neck again and again, her breath cool on the wet patches left behind by her kisses. "When I found this place, I screamed and yelled, and no one came. No people – no animals or bugs, even! Just you and me, and our imaginations."

With that, the girls came together once more in a loving embrace, Casey's fingers finding the clasp on the back of Malory's dress.

*****

When the time came, it hadn't mattered what panties Casey wore; the important thing was how quickly they could be removed.

Two thick towels were spread out, cushioning Casey as she lay on her back. Malory, stripped of her dress, hair pushed back to one side as she tilted her head, had climbed on top of her equally nude friend. It surprised Casey at first to see the reserved Malory take charge like this, but the kiss that followed instantly drove such thoughts from her mind.

Casey lifted her knee, allowing Malory's sex to press against her thigh. Placing a hand on the back of the strawberry blonde's head, she drew Malory down to her to share a kiss, tongues swirling together as each girl moaned into the other's mouth. Malory's bigger, more developed breasts pressed firmly against Casey's slighter chest, pale pink puffy nipples brushing small erect ones.

The tomboy could feel the wetness of her friend oozing down her thigh, while her own fluids coated Malory's busy hand. Gentle fingers were emboldened to seek out, find and gently manipulate the swollen bump of Casey's clitoris.

Malory was eager to explore Casey's pussy. Feeling her friend's warm, thick essence as it coated her fingers was making the young model hotter than she'd ever been before. The buzzing ache between her thighs urged Malory to masturbate Casey faster, harder. She teenager was normally very reserved and cautious when she touched herself, always careful to keep quiet. Now that she was fingering a lover for the first time, Malory wanted to be wild and aggressive, a sex partner who took what she wanted.

The very idea sent Malory's heart racing – even faster than before, if that was possible. Her orgasm was surprisingly close, quickening with the rhythm that thudded in her chest.

As it turned out, the control she held over Casey was brief. With a burst of strength, Casey had pulled Malory's hand away from her honey pot, breaking their kiss as well. Without a word she lowered her raised leg, then spread both thighs wide so that Malory was in between them. This accomplished, Casey thrust her hips forward, pressing her dripping pussy into Malory's equally moist sex.

"Oh, god..." Malory gasped, once contact was made and held. It was as if they were still kissing, only now with their lower lips.

Grinning ferociously, Casey reached around Malory's body to clutch her tight ass, pressing their mounds snugly together. Both girls were wide-eyed and trembling as their clits met for an incredible instant, then Casey started to rock her hips.

We're doing it...we're really making love! Casey told herself as she humped against her friend, the juiciness of their pussies making noticeably wet sounds. Malory was loud now, louder than Casey had ever heard before as she followed suit, grinding back into her. They were both clumsy in their movements, but every contact of clit-on-clit caused a jolt of pleasure that ended all too soon, their bodies aching to feel that shock again and again.

Malory hooked her arms through Casey's, squashing their breasts tightly together as she steadily worked her cunt against that of her friend. She'd tried this before, when she slept with a body pillow and happened to drape a leg over it, but soft cotton had nothing on the softer heat of her best friend's dripping sex. She continued to move forward and back, seeing stars every time their clits touched.

The cavern filled with their grunts, the fake stars shining brightly enough to let the girls see one another's faces. Casey knew she was in love; Malory knew Casey was close to coming.

"Do it," Malory panted, her hips churning. "C-come all over me, Casey."

Casey stared at her friend, awed by the lustful creature she had transformed into. Gazing at Malory, the stars watching from above, she couldn't mistake the look that shone in her eyes.

Her body went rigid at that moment, tensing her muscles and stealing her breath. For an instant there was something indescribable happening to her body, scary and wonderful all at once – like the moment you reach the top of a roller-coaster, just as you glimpse how far down you're about to fall.

Casey cried out loud as she came, her cunt gushing into Malory's. Her orgasm seemed to heighten every sense – the stars were brighter, her sense of smell and touch were magnified by ten, and shy, reserved Malory had made it happen.

Once the pleasure began to fade, Casey went motionless. Malory stopped moving too. They were gasping for air, their bodies glazed with sweat.

There was no strength left in Casey's legs, her back ached, and she realized with a small twinge of embarrassment that she'd been drooling.

Sucking in deep, cool lungfuls of air, she opened her eyes to look up at her friend – no, her girlfriend now. Her lover. Hers.

Malory wasn't looking down at Casey, though.

Up above, the stars had definitely gone brighter. Two in particular, one of them shining a thin line of white light directly into the back of Malory's head.

Casey had just enough time to say half of her lover's name before the second star shot a beam of light that pierced her own forehead. The world went white, then completely silent.