**************************************************************************** Sailor Moon and all related characters are copyright of Bandai, and anyone else who owns her (really). This is a work of fanfiction and is copyright of Andrea Hui. You may not copy, distribute, etc, without my explicit permission. WARNING!!!! This is a full-blown lemon. Reading this may cause some discomfort in certain parts of your body. J/K. Well, I had fun writing this, and I hope you have fun reading it. E-mail me with your wonderful praise/comments/suggestions/flames at : AHui@gnn.com Thanks to vbaa85a@prodigy.com for letting me put this into their archive. **************************************************************************** Lost and Found by Andrea Hui He slammed her against the wall and brutally slapped her teary face. "Stop crying, bitch," he yelled at her. All she could do was cry as he slapped her again and again. He called to one of his three buddies to hold down her hands while he tried to secure her to the wall. Two of them pinned her arms to the scratchy bricks and the other held one of her bruised legs down. He ripped off her pretty party dress, making a deep red welt down the middle of her heaving chest. Her bra was clasped in front, so he was able to tear it away from her easily. His hot mouth went to her breast, sucking it fiercely and biting it so hard it hurt. "stop..." she cried softly. One of his friends punched her mouth. Another one pulled her dress all the way down, taking her panties along with it and discarded it in the nearby bushes. She sobbed as her main attacker kicked his knee up into her pelvis, the rough material of his jeans painful to the delicate skin of her thighs. She screamed, but he slapped his hand to her mouth and pounded her head against the wall. "Look at me," he said harshly. He unzipped the fly of his jeans, exposing his penis to her. "Nice, ain't it, huh? I bet your cunt can't wait," he said menacingly. "nooo..." she moaned. He pushed his knee up into her even harder. His other leg parted hers farther. He managed to get inside her despite her strong kicking. Then, he plunged into her and slammed their bodies up against the wall. The other guys held her as their leader forced himself inside, taking away all she had. Her inno- cence, her youth, her life. All she could do was to turn her head away. 'Why?' she thought. 'why me...?' He grabbed her long brown ponytail as he ejaculated inside her. His evil smile would remain in her mind for the rest of her life. He withdrew and smeared his seed over her stomach and thighs. He smiled again as he said to his friends, "I've greased the skids for you." Each took a turn in her, releasing themselves over and over. She wanted to die from all of this. Then, the leader came to her again, punching her face and breaking her nose. "I'm gonna do you again...and again," he said. 'Please let me die,' she thought... ******************* "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Lita screamed. She shot up from the bed, her body sticky from sweat and her heart hammering in her chest. "No, not again," she said softer, tears filling her dark green eyes. "Mom?!? Are you ok?" a boy asked, frantically knocking on her door. "Yeah. Come in, Danny," she sighed. The door opened and a slit of light shimmered through the opening. Her son walked in, closing the door behind him. He was a teenager, fourteen years old. Fourteen years ago... Lita's eyes filled up again. "Mom, I'm here," he said, giving her a hug. "I know, Danny." Lita shivered with the fright that still claimed her mind. Danny looked at her with concern. "Is it those dreams again? About my father being killed?" Lita looked away. She answered slowly. "Yes..." "Oh, Mom." Danny hugged her tighter and gave her a little kiss on her cheek. She cringed a little and backed away. "What is it?" he asked, confused because his mother never hesitated to his affection. Lita shook her head. "NO! I can't lie anymore. Danny, I've been meaning to tell you this...I don't even know who your father is." Danny froze. His own green eyes shone as he reddened. "What?" he asked incrediously. "Your father...you never had one. I was...raped," Lita said with difficulty. All was silent in Lita's bedroom. "Mom...please tell me why someone would want to...rape you," Danny said, sobbing for her. Lita sighed. "It's time to tell you the story." Danny hugged her tighter. "Go on, Mom." "Fourteen years ago..." ********** "Ken! Ohmigosh, this is so fun!" Lita screamed, spinning in his arms. It was the day of their eighth grade dance, and the spirits were running high. The music rang in their ears as other couples and friends moved on the dance floor. This couple, Ken and Lita, were the spotlight of the night. They were the most dynamic of all, sharp dancers and good-looking. Being tall was their trait, but they weren't klutzy tall. They were elegant tall. Both of them looked the same, with dark brown hair. Lita had pretty green eyes, while Ken had blue ones. Their looks could probably get them into the modeling business, but they were too young and too carefree to care about anything at all. They danced with expertise on the floor, moving to the beat of the rock music and swinging their bodies around. People crowded around them in a circle and watched them dance the night away. Their skill was excellent, like they've been dancing together for quite some time... Suddenly, the groovy beat of the rock music changed. A slow song came on, the old one, "I Only Have Eyes for You," with syrupy lyrics and soothing melodies. Couples got on the floor, holding their partners close. "Lita," Ken began, stroking her chin. "Would you like to have this dance?" She looked up into his stare and answered, "I'd love it." Ken's arms went around her curving hips and met in the back. Lita wrapped her arms around his neck, and nestled her head against his shoulder as they moved together to the music, shifting feet and hugging closer. Lita could see her friend, Serena, across the room, dancing with her boyfriend, the oldest date here, Darien. They seemed so into each other, it was like they were in their own world. Then, they kissed. Lita almost gasped at the passion the young couple shared, even at this age. She suddenly wanted some of that too. Lita's breath hit Ken's neck as she turned herself slowly. Her lips didn't touch Ken, but it looked like it from far away. Her head curved as she came face-to-face with Ken, looking at his blue eyes. He returned the intense gaze, and both of them knew that it was going to happen. Their lips met in a kiss that would've melted the North Pole. It was full of passion and the excitement of a first-time experience. Lita's hands ran through Ken's hair as she kissed him with a fervor. Throughout the rest of the song, they kissed and danced at the same time, not stopping to notice the people who were staring at them, whispering gossip. Then, the magic was broken. The deejay changed the songs again, into another rock. Lita broke away from Ken and smiled at him. "That was wonderful," she whispered. Ken grinned back and told her, "Why don't we go outside and get some fresh air? This room is awfully stuffy." They linked hands and walked out of the door into the cool night air of the Tokyo summer. School ended yesterday, and they were finally able to go to high school. Eighth grade was just a passing time for everyone, and they anticipated the years they would spend as high-schoolers. Lita was especially happy because she didn't look like her age at all, with her height and her "growth." She was a mature girl for her age, and when she was in sixth, she even taped her breasts down so she could look like everyone else. That went on until she met Ken. He made her feel like she was someone very special, and the day she met him, she stopped taping herself down. Ken had always been there for her. He helped her through the tough times, like when Lita had fallen for someone really badly, a boy named Philip. She was in love with him for a few months, but when she confronted him with her feelings, he shrugged her off like she was a nothing. Her heart became so broken, and all she had was Ken. And he delivered. He gave her all the support that she needed, and even more. He gave her his love. They walked hand in hand through the courtyard, not saying a word. The water fountain was so nice and peaceful, and they listened to the water gently splashing down. They sat at the edge of the fountain and looked at each other. "Ken, I-" Lita began. "Lita, I-" "Love you," they said in perfect unison. They kissed again, gently, but full of longing. But they didn't get far, when a gang of high schoolers shouted and hooted at them. Ken got up and covered Lita protectively with his arms. "What do you guys want?" he demanded. "Oooh, Kennie and his little Barbie doll are kissy-kissy," the leader said in his sing-song voice. He carried a weapon in his hand, but it was hard to tell what it was in the moonlight. "Who are you?" Ken asked. The leader stepped closer. "Philip," Lita whispered from behind Ken's back. Ken couldn't believe that this was Philip, but it was. He still had that thick mop of brown hair, but his gentle face had given way to a harsh, unloving one. "Get away from Lita," Philip said to Ken, pounding the weapon against his palm. "NO!" Ken said sharply. "Then I guess you'll have to pay," Philip started. "Get him, boys." The gang advanced toward the frightened couple. Ken grabbed Lita, making her stand up, and they started running back towards the school. But they didn't get far. Ken was struck in the back, and he brought Lita down with him. Lita screamed as Ken's blood could be felt on her back. "Ken! NO!" she wailed, touching his immobile body. Philip kicked away Ken's lifeless body and grabbed Lita. She spit at him, summing up her courage. "Jupiter...POWE-" But before she could transform, Philip smacked her face with his fist. Blood poured down her nose, dripping onto her green velvet dress. "Lita...I think that I should make it up to you. You say you love me, don't you?" She was still too stunned by the punch to her face. She shook her head to his question, spilling more blood. "You don't," he said, tsking. "Well, then, I'll just have to show you HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE YOU." Then, he raped her. ********** "And then, I ran away from home and I never saw any of my friends or Ken again," Lita said to her son, sobbing. Danny cried. "D-do...you know...uh...who my father is?" "No," Lita said. "I didn't even know how many people raped me." And for the rest of the night, they just held each other, trying to sort out their mixed feelings. ********** Lita awoke with a yawn. Danny was gone now. He must have gone back to his room in the middle of the night, after she went to sleep in his arms. She smiled as she thought of how much Danny loved her. And now, she felt an even stronger bond, after what he learned last night. Sunlight poured through her Chicago window. She lived on the Gold Coast, homes that lined Michigan Avenue and looked out across Lake Michigan. After she was raped, she managed to escape from Tokyo and go to Chicago to live her life. She was quite a successful woman, with her real estate company that she started herself, called "Makato Incorporated." She'd sold so many homes and earned herself honors as one of the best real estate companies in the Chicago area. She could afford the life of a queen. But all she was lacking was a king. Ever since that fateful summer night fourteen years ago, Lita had always shied away from men and even women. A single touch could get her into a mental breakdown. People at work liked to call her "The Untouchable," because of this condition. They thought that she had a disease, which was what she told them. But in her heart, she knew the real reason why she couldn't stand being touched. It was because of the fact that she was raped. Lita turned around in bed and sat up, sliding her feet into her slippers. She threw off the comforters and walked to her window. Chicago was so pretty during the winter, when decorations and lights were strewn across the span of the city. Even in the morning when the lights were turned off, the decorations were still clearly visible. With a realization, Lita remembered that tomorrow was going to be Christmas day! She hugged herself and waltzed to her bathroom. She closed the door and stared at herself in her huge mirror. Age hadn't taken anything away from her, and she still retained the beauty that she had when she was younger, and now she thought she looked even more beautiful. But all that beauty would go to waste because she would never be to her fullest potential and find the man of her dreams. Her hair was long now, and reached down to the small of her back. She no longer kept it in a high ponytail, but mostly in a very neat braid when she went out to VIP dinners and parties. When she went out, she would let her hair free and wild. Her green eyes lost their sparkle since she was stripped of her innocence, and they looked well beyond her years. She was no longer a little girl on the outside, but on the inside, she knew that she would never become the woman that everyone wanted her to be. She brushed her teeth lazily and took her time. Today was supposed to be the first day of her winter vacation, a much sought- after break from all the tension at work. But she still had to go to work and try to sell one more house, *today* of all days. Today was Christmas Eve, and she planned to spend it with her son, but her job got in the way. Again. Lita rinsed out her mouth and then washed her face, scrubbing the sleep from her eyes. She could still see a little puffiness from last night's crying, and furiously wiped her eyes until the redness disappeared a little. "God," she said to herself, "I guess it's a good thing. Danny knows now..." She took her pajamas off and tossed them on the tiled floor. In the morning light coming through her bathroom window, she could clearly see all of her body parts. Yes, her breasts, stomach, hips, legs, and others. This self examination brought a blush to her face as she stepped out of her panties. Her pubic hair was a cluster of glossy brown curls, but untouched. She didn't have the nerve to touch herself. Even crossing her arms under her bosom was hard for her. Her hands went to her back and unclasped the large lace bra that suspended her breasts. This fell to the floor and then Lita stared at her fully-naked body in the mirror. She didn't like looking at herself, but every day she forced her eyes to obey. She wanted to overcome her fear of touch, but how? How? She could never get over what Philip and his friends had done to her, and that event was more scarring than any physical injury. She decided to get up the nerve to touch her breasts. Maybe that could win her over. Slowly but surely, her hands made their way up to the receivers, her breasts. Tentatively, she used her pinky to touch the tip of her brownish nipple, but suddenly pulled back. That slight touch brought electricity to all points of her body, especially her breasts. She shivered. "Why, dammit?!? Why does it have to be so hard," she cried, weeping. She fell to her knees, sobbing until she was a dry well. After a few minutes, she picked herself up. 'I can get over this. One day,' she promised herself. She filled the bathtub with cold water, so ice cold, there was a "cold steam" rising from the tub. She jumped in and withstood the freezing temperatures. 'Cold water to go with my cold blood,' she thought grimly. She used her sponge to cleanse herself, cautiously going over her private parts, trying to avoid contact. But she still had to wash them, and she felt funny as she shifted in the tub. She could feel the frigidity of the water go inside her from between her legs, and that made her feel queasy. She tried lying on her chest in the tub, but that only made it a whole lot worse, because her breasts were now brushing against the bottom of the tub. "God!" Lita cried. She stood up from her sexual frustration and shook herself. She was dismayed to see that she had goose bumps all over her body, and her nipples were erect beyond belief. She stepped out of the ice- cold water and grabbed her robe, wrapping herself in the comforting softness of it. She closed her eyes and sank into the chair by the window, taking in the warmness of the sun. "I will never..." she said to herself, "get over my fear." ********** "Hey Mom, don't forget your Nutri-Grain," Danny said to Lita, laughing. Lita smiled and took the cherry Nutri-Grain bar from Danny's hand. "Be a good boy until I come back!" Lita said, giving him a noogie. "MOM!" he cried, "I'm not a boy!" Lita giggled. "Of course not. You're my man," she said, giving him a light kiss on the forehead. "I'm just gonna invite Lexie over today," Danny said, not looking into his mother's eyes. Lita stopped in her tracks. "Lexie? Who's this *Lexie*," she asked. "Uh, just a girl I met in school," Danny replied, kicking his feet on the floor. Lita decided that Danny knew what would be in store for him if he was going to...'ick,' she thought to herself. 'I'm waaaaay overreacting! He's only fourteen, for gosh sakes! But then again, I was fourteen when...STOP! Let the boy do what he wants.' "Danny, it's ok. You can have any girl you'd like to come over to our house," she told him, giving him a hug. "Really?!? So, I can invite Jennifer, Abby, Carrie..." Her jaw dropped. "NO! Just Lexie for now, 'kay?" "'Kay, Mom!" Danny ran back to his bedroom, and Lita could imagine him chatting to this girl already. 'Kids these days,' she thought with a sigh. She walked to the door, examining herself one last time in the mirror. She was wearing her favorite two piece green suit, modest, but stylishly sexy. 'Why do I even bother looking pretty when the clothes I wear will never come to use?' she thought. Her makeup was expertly applied, but not overdone. She knew that she was beautiful, but that wouldn't change anything. Lita grabbed her down coat and stepped out of her apartment. She lived on the tenth floor of the Gold Coast apartment complex, and her home was very luxurious. She was so glad that she had a lot of money to support Danny and herself. The life she built for Danny had gotten him straight A's and a good reputation in school, and she was happy about her job too. As the elevator went down, she hummed a familiar tune...the Star Locket tune. 'Serena's song,' she thought sadly. 'I wonder what all my friends are doing now. I haven't seen them in such a long while.' Before she could contemplate on the subject, the elevator reached the lobby and Lita stepped off, going to the parking lot. Her nice BMW was waiting for her, and she greeted the car with a cheery, "Hi, Shirley!" Lita thought it was funny that she named her car, but she had a habit of giving everything a name these days. She drove to her workplace, which was about a ten minute drive. The building of Makato Incorporated was twenty floors high, filled with many employees, and even today, on Christmas Eve. She went up to her office and talked to her close friend, Catherine. "Hi! What do we have today?" Lita asked, not that interested because she wanted to get home. "Well, the person looking into this new home is right here! Wait'll you meet him. He's really hot!" Catherine said with great enthusiasm, her blue eyes shining dreamily. "Like I care," Lita retorted. "Geez, what's your problem?" Lita gave a forced smile. "I think I have PMS," she lied. "Ok," Catherine said. She went back to shuffling around with the papers on her desk. "He'll be coming up in a few moments, so I guess you can look over the house papers." Lita took off her coat and draped it over her chair. Her huge desk bore the sign, "Lita Makato, President." She was proud of this accomplishment, almost more than anything else (except Danny). On her desk, there was a folder marked "Miyake." Lita looked at it strangely. 'Where have I heard that name before?' she ques- tioned herself. She sat down and opened up the file. The house that was being sold was a medium-sized ranch house, cozy but spacious. Lita liked this house immensely and thought about buying one to live away from the hectic pace of Chicago. The house was quite expensive, but she thought it was well worth it. She heard Catherine talking to some- one, and realized that it was Mr. Miyake. The voice was strong, deep, and excitingly sensual. Lita couldn't believe that she was feeling something for this person already. "Hey, Lita?" Cathy called. "Yeah?" she answered, putting the house papers back in the folder. "Mr. Miyake's here to talk about the house." 'I know,' Lita thought to herself. The man walked to Lita's desk slowly. She didn't look up. Strangely, she felt very afraid... "L-lita? Is it really you?" Her head snapped up. There stood Ken. Ken...his name swished around in her cluttered mind, as he was standing there before her very eyes. She couldn't believe it. After all those years, after all that pain...he was here. "Ken," she croaked out. "Oh my God," he said, shaking his head. He looked the same, almost, except that he was much more handsome and mature. He had muscles that showed even through his thick suit. His hair was tousled from the winter wind, and his blue eyes were darker than ever, giving him a dangerous, yet warm look. He came closer to her desk, staring into her face. "Lita..." She looked away. "Ken, I'm really not ready to talk to you.." "I still love you." That sentence almost gave Lita a heart attack. She dropped the folder from her hands, and the papers flew all over the floor. She bent down to pick them up, but Ken was faster. His hand brushed hers lightly, but Lita's hand flew back in surprise. "No.." she said. She could practically feel her hair rising. He put the folder back onto her desk, and took a seat across from Lita. Neither spoke a single word. They stared at each other for a long time, trying to make sure each was a real, living human being. Lita fingered her pen, annoyingly clicking it. She crossed her legs self-consciously under her table, and wiped a sweaty palm on her lap. "Lita..." Ken began. "I don't know what to say." Lita's eyes suddenly filled up with tears. "Oh, Ken! I've missed you so much these years! It's awful..." she cried, sobbing. "I know what happened that night, fourteen years ago." Lita looked at him and sniffed. "You do?" "I still love you despite the fact that you ran away and left loose strings in Tokyo," he said, reaching for her hand. This time she let him have his way. He clutched her dainty hand in his, gripping her firmly but with tenderness. Lita broke down and cried, unable to stop the ebbing flow of tears. Ken kept her hand in his, but walked around to her side of the desk. He made her stand up, and he gave her an embrace, letting her cry on his shoulder. She didn't want to back away this time, and she felt better when he held her close. "Ken...it was so awful! I have nightmares every night, ever since..." He stroked her hair, and held her closer. Her delicate frame was wracked with gut-wrenching sobs. "Ken..." Ken's own eyes filled up with tears. He also cried, and both of them just stood together for a few moments. "I'm so sorry it happened. I could've-" "No. It wasn't your fault," Lita said firmly. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and motioned for Ken to take a seat. "Well, sit down. We can talk about this later after we talk about the house." "Lita, please-" "Later, Ken," she said, inwardly trying to deny what had just happened. She didn't want to get involved with a man, now or ever. No matter how much she loved him. She opened up the folder, and took out the selling papers. "So," she started shakily, "You want to buy this ranch house in Winnetka at the starting price of $300,000?" Ken answered nonchalantly, "Yes." Their discussion went on without a hitch. The house was sold to Ken. End of discussion. "Lita, I would like to take you out tonight," Ken said, after signing the papers. "No, Ken." "Why, Lita?" he demanded, looking disappointed. "I know you love me, so why?" "Because..." she said, not being able to come out with the truth. 'Because I love you so much, but I'm afraid to ever come close to a man,' she thought bitterly. Ken tossed her a paper after scribbling down his number. He had a knowing look in his eyes. "Call me." Lita nodded and stood up, shaking his hand. 'Such formality,' she thought, 'for people who have loved each other.' "It was nice meeting you again, Ken." "Yeah." Ken walked out of the office and possibly out of Lita's life. All she could do was to sit down and cry. ********** Lita drove home unconsciously. She went back up to her apartment, and tossed her coat messily in the hallway closet. "Hey, Mom!" Danny cried, giving her a big bear hug. She hugged him back, but her thoughts were ravaged by the decision to call Ken. "Hello, Earth to Mom!" Danny said, waving his hand in front of her expressionless eyes. "Oh. Where's Lexie?" "She's still here. Want to meet her?" he asked hopefully. "Sure, why not." Danny looked perplexed. "Ok..." Lexie came out of the living room, giving Lita a nice hand- shake. "Hi!" she said cheerfully. "I'm Lexie." She was a stunning girl, with long black hair reaching toward her legs. She was also oriental. Her eyes... Lita shivered at how much she resembled Raye. Lexie's eyes registered fear. "What is it? It's not me, is it?" "Oh, you're just beautiful. I'm happy you like Danny here," Lita said, ruffling his hair playfully. Danny and Lexie held hands and scampered into the living room together, where they were studying some rocks on the table. Lita smiled when she saw Danny sharing his favorite hobby with someone who really liked the subject. Lita was into nature stuff like trees, not boring rocks. She went into her bedroom and closed the door. The Christmas tree in her room had a few presents, but most of them were from Danny. She certainly didn't feel like she was in the holiday spirit. She perched at the edge of her bed, concentrating on what she wanted to do. If she didn't call, she would be safe. If she did... "I'm calling Ken," she said to herself firmly. ************ Ken slammed the door to his Chicago apartment. The snow had started falling outside, which made him even angrier. Christmas wasn't starting the way he wanted it to start. He decorated his apart- ment, in hopes of livening up his spirit, but it hadn't worked so far. His apartment was in the good parts of Chicago, near the lake, like Lita's home. Lita. He'd finally found her again. After all those years he'd suffered living without her, he'd found her at a time when she needed him most. Hell, he needed her too. His life was just a flash of light, time speeding past. There was nothing meaningful after Lita went away. He'd even thought about suicide, but decided that he could just live his miserable life and go on without her. But he'd found her now. That sure shed some light on the subject of his lonely life. He wanted to make things right, tell Lita how much he had always loved her. He wanted to love her with all of his heart and soul. He knew that Lita loved him too, but why had she turned him down? Ken's mind rummaged through different answers, but he finally real- ized that Lita was afraid...not only of men, but of herself. Ken knew that Lita must have been so scared that hot summer night. She was alone, and he couldn't do anything to save her because he had been immobilized. He could remember her frightened screams and the loud shouts of her attackers. He could remember all the terror that he still felt even though he was on the ground. Her mind reached out to him, but he failed to save her. After that night, he never heard from her again. The only things that he had were the pitiful few memories of the girl he loved. He threw his coat down on his living room floor and stomped to the bathroom. He could feel himself getting harder as he thought about Lita. How much she'd grown over the years, blossom- ing from a tomboy into a ravishing beauty. The Queen of his night. His thoughts were filling up with dreams of spending Christmas with Lita, making love to her. That couldn't be possible, though. Lita was afraid to talk to him, let alone kiss him or touch him. Ken stared at his reflection in his mirror. His brown hair had grown longer, and his eyes became harder, not warm and loving any more. Years living without love had made him into a cold man. He had lots of women, but he couldn't find one that he loved as much as he had loved Lita. He was frustrated in the search of the perfect woman. Subconsciously, he was always looking for a woman who matched Lita in every way, but nobody could be Lita. He knew that she was Sailor Jupiter, and everything else intimate about her life. Nobody could be Sailor Jupiter like Lita. Nobody could he love as much as Lita. Ken hastily tore off his clothing and was disappointed at the sight of his hard-on. He couldn't believe that he couldn't control himself at a time like this. He stepped into his shower, and turned on the water to scalding hot. Unfortunately, that made his erection even more painful. He could imagine Lita naked right now. Her full breasts, her curvy yet slim figure, her long, long legs, her... "GOD!" Ken cried, holding on to his penis. His hands started to stoke his member, and he moaned into the steaming water. "Lita..." he said faintly. The fingers of his right hand held on to the tip of himself while the his left hand grabbed the entire organ, squeezing and rubbing. The motions of his hands were very hurried and harsh, mostly because he wanted to torture himself. He came in the shower, splattering his ejaculation into the drain. He leaned his head against the wall of the stall as he watched his penis empty his body of his desire. Ken shook his head. "Am I going to be like this forever? I have met Lita again, but I'm afraid she doesn't love me!" He punched his fist into the wall, but hurt his knuckles in the process. He sighed and faced the thundering water again. After a few minutes of cooling down his aroused body, the phone rang unexpectantly. "I'll get it," he said to no one. He turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing his robe and wrapping it around his wet body. He picked up the phone in his bedroom and asked, "Hello?" There was no answer. "Hey, if you're a prank caller, I'm gonna-" "It's me," a small, shaky voice said. "Lita." Ken said. "Uh huh." "So?" "I...uh...I want to consider tonight. I can go out with you." Ken smiled into the receiver. "Good. I can pick you up at seven tonight. Where do you live?" he added. She told him. "Where are we going?" "Somewhere special," he said, thinking of the most romantic boat ride restaurant in Chicago. "Um...thanks, for making me feel better today," she said, sounding a little more confident. "I'll see you tonight," she added. Ken said a good-bye and hung up the phone. A warm feeling spread throughout his chest and into his heart. "She loves me," he said to himself. ********** Lita sighed as she put the reciever back into its cradle. "I went through with the call, but it was really hard," she said to herself. She glanced at the clock, and it read 6:00. "Well, I guess I should start pampering myself," she said as she took off her pumps. Her hands were clammy as she fumbled around with her clothing. "I'm so nervous!" she cried softly. The last date she had with Ken was just before the day of the dance. She was so much in love with him, but they didn't reveal each other's feelings yet...until the night she was raped. Sad feelings burst into her heart as she thought about what could have been if she had went for help after the rape. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took all her clothes off. Lita stared at her nearly naked body again, and she lay on her bed. Suddenly, she wanted Ken there, to hold her and comfort her and...kiss her. She wanted all the things that she was supposed to have, but then again, she could never have them. She was lost in the memories of Ken and desperately trying to commit herself to the fact that she wanted him. To love her. To...make love to her. Lita hugged herself and cried a little. She tried to imagine Ken next to her. His body close. His heart devoted to making her forget...all the horrible things that happened. His... "ARGH," she hissed. Her body was feeling tingly inside as she thought about Ken, and she had the urge to touch herself. Her hands wandered to the straps of her lacy bra and her thumbs snapped them from her shoulders painfully, spinning her thoughts back into the real world. She sat up and walked to her huge closet, picking out her most sexy dress...the silk knee-length one. 'Oh well,' she thought sadly. She dressed up slowly, and made sure she was beautiful before she left her room. "Mom?" Danny asked her as he approached her. "Where are you going?" Lexie was gone already, and he would be alone. 'I know it's going to be Christmas, but..' she thought. "Danny, I want you to behave yourself while I'm gone. Wait up for me, ok?" she asked, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Yeah, Mom. I love you," he said, hugging her. "I love you too," Lita said. She let go of him and walked out of her apartment. *********** Lita waited inside the lobby for Ken. In a few minutes, his Ferrari showed up in the circle drive. She waved from the door and stepped outside. The night was dark and cold, and white snow was falling gently on the ground. She smiled as her feet left small marks in the thin layer of snow. 'It's going to be a white Christmas,' she thought happily. Ken walked out of his car and went around, opening the passenger side. "Ladies first," he said to Lita. He looked so handsome in his black suit and pants. His hair was neat and tidy, but even hair spray couldn't prevent it from getting a little messy. "You look very handsome," she said to him, edging closer. "You're beautiful," Ken said to her. Ken held her hand as she stepped into the interior of his car. He closed the door gently and went to his own side of the car, sitting quickly in his seat. "Where are we going?" she asked him, looking straight into his eyes. "We're going to have the most wonderful night." Lita blushed and settled down into the leather seat. Ken took off with a squeal of the tires and drove toward Navy Pier. Lita grinned when she saw the huge boats lining the pier and the new Children's Museum. Ken parked in the valet parking and helped Lita out. She breathed in the crisp air as they walked to the piers. There were many people here tonight, celebrating the coming holiday. Ken led her to the smallest boat and they stepped aboard. She could see waiters standing and other passengers seated in some of the many tables. "What a beautiful boat, Ken," Lita said, leaning against his arm. A waiter showed them to a table, a small, secluded one next to the window looking over the lake. They sat down and just looked at each other for a long time. "Ken..." Lita began. "Lita, I-" "Love you," they said together. Memories of the past reigned upon both of them as they realized this familiar scene. "I remember," Lita said. "I'll always remember," Ken replied. The waiter brought them menus just as the boat started to dispatch from the dock. The gentle rocking soothed Lita and she grasped Ken's hand unknowingly. He squeezed her fingers, but Lita let him hold on to her. She smiled and they ordered their food. "Lita, tonight, there's a surprise I want to give you to make up for all the years we were apart." "Of course," she said. She hesitated for a moment, and told Ken, "I have to let you know something about me when we were still in junior high. It's rather...complicated." "The fact that you were Jupiter? I'd known it ever since I met you." Lita gasped. "You...knew?" "Yes...and I love you just the same." "I can't be the person I was before..." "Lita," he said, holding her hand tighter, "I know you can. And more," he added. She remained silent and they ate their food slowly. Music came on, and couples started getting on the dance floor. The music was seemed familiar... "I Only Have Eyes for You," Ken told Lita. Small tears gathered in the corner of her eyes as she felt the strong deja vú. He left his side of the table and helped her up. "Would you like this dance?" he asked her. She answered in a second. "I'd love it." They walked hand in hand to the dance floor. Lita wrapped her arms around Ken in the familiar embrace that she experienced such a long time ago. Their bodies became closer and closer together as their feet moved to the slow beat of the music. Lita began to feel a little claustrophobic as they embraced tighter. 'No,' she thought, 'I can't let the memories spoil this beautiful night.' She held him closer and she could sense the beating of Ken's heart against her bosom. Ken held her even nearer and she could fully feel his chest against hers, and the beating of his heart made her hug him tighter. "Don't let go," Ken whispered in her ear. Lita didn't. Instead, her head started creeping up along his neck. "I want to kiss you," Lita said quietly. Ken tipped her head up to his, and gently placed his lips on Lita's. "Mmmm..." Lita moaned. She wanted more. She responded to his kiss and wrapped her fingers around his head. Ken's tongue parted her moist lips and touched her tongue. Lita jumped a little in surprise. "Sorry," Lita told him. "It's just..." she said, wiping her mouth. "It's ok, Lita. We can take it slowly." He touched her arm and they resumed the embrace, and they danced closely for the rest of the song. After the music stopped, Ken gave Lita another kiss, to seal the pact of their love. She didn't back away this time, and she kissed him deeply, more than ever before. After a while, they were the only couple on the dance floor, their figures moving slowly to the beat of their own love. Lita felt like she was in heaven. Never before had she kissed Ken like this, or feel so much love for anybody. She explored his mouth, and took in the masculinity of his breath and taste. Her tongue probed and glided along his inner cheeks and teeth as she hugged him closer. They broke apart, but the kiss had left them breathless. Lita held her palm to her heart and tears started escaping her eyes. "shh...don't cry. You're getting over your fear, that's all," Ken told her gently. He hugged her and patted her back. "K-ken...I love you so much," she cried. "Thank you..." "I should be the one thanking you. I've never felt so much love for you than I feel right now, right this second." "Oh, Ken." They left the dance floor and wandered to the deck of the boat. It was very cold outside, but the air was breezing lazily. They stood at the edge, and looked out at the city, with its Christmas lights blazing across. Lita turned to Ken. "Kiss me again," she demanded. This time their kiss was more passionate and erotic. Ken's tongue thrusted in and out of her mouth, sliding around provocatively. Lita kissed him with all the sensuality she could come up with, and suddenly her fears started to dwindle away. Ken's fingers traced around her chin as their tongues met. His other hand wandered up to her breast, but he didn't touch it. He let go of Lita, and pointing at her breast, asked her, "Can I touch you there?" Lita nodded and brought his hand to the center of her breast. She closed her eyes and braced herself. Slowly, his hand touched her, his fingers kneading the soft, yet firm flesh. "Beautiful," Ken told Lita, smiling. Lita sucked in a huge gulp and nodded again. Her body moved with the motion of Ken's massaging. His thumb then brushed against the very responsive center, and she gasped. "Lita? Do you want me to stop?" She said a silent no, and guided his hand back to her breast. "Please..." she moaned. His index finger pressed the center of the raised fabric, going over it many times. Ken kissed her again, sexily squeezing her nipple between his thumb and middle finger. Then, he stopped. "W-whu?" Lita asked, still very aroused by her love. "I want to show you to your surprise." He took a hold of her hand and led her back into the boat. The couples were gone already, but the boat was still sailing. "Where are the others?" Lita asked, beginning to sound worried. Ken didn't answer, but wrapped his arms around her waist. He picked her up and walked to the spiraling stairs. Lita squealed with pleasure and she put her arms around Ken's neck. He walked up the stairs, and then Lita was greeted with the most wondrous place she'd ever seen. There were multiple rooms, and flowers filling up the hallway with their strong scents. "Close your eyes," Ken said. Lita did as he said and closed her eyes. She smiled as she heard a door open and close, and Ken saying a "thank you" to someone. He let Lita stand up, and he pressed his cheek to hers. "Open," he said. Lita's eyes bugged out when she saw the huge room. There was wine on the table, music playing softly, and flowers showered everywhere. And...there was a king-sized bed. "Like it?" Ken asked. "Love it." The light in the room was dim, but the couple could still see each other clearly. Lita faced Ken and took his arms around her waist. She played with the buttons on his suit and asked, "Ken... can you make love to me?" "Yes...if you're not afraid." "I want this more than anything, but you must take it slowly. I'm a little afraid." "Lita, maybe something can make you braver..." "What?" "Jupiter." "I...can't. I don't remember how." "You can do it, Lita. Just believe in yourself." "I can't!" "Please, Lita. Do it for me, and do it for yourself." She fumbled around with Ken's suit. "All right," she said. "I guess I can try." "No, you don't try. You do." She let go of Ken. "Jupiter...Power!" she cried, her long-lost wand appearing out of thin air. The magic wrapped around her body and electrical sparks flew about. Her clothes melted into her uniform, but surprisingly, the suit fitted her grown body. "Oh!" she cried in shock. Ken hugged her and kissed her long hair. "Your ponytail," he said to her. "No. We must start fresh and forget about the past." "Except for our love." "Yes." They kissed again and again, and their bodies seemed as one as their arms and legs intertwined. Ken's fingers touched her breasts again, and she moaned. He slid his hands inside through the front of her suit and bra and he cupped her breasts with both hands. He pushed down the front of her suit and lifted them out. "Lita, can I put my mouth to there?" he asked, fingering her erect nipple. "Uh huh.." His tongue flicked out over the nipple, wetting it slightly. Then, he clamped his mouth around the entire area surrounding it. In her mind, Lita's thoughts wandered back to the night Philip bit her very hard. 'No! I can't stop now,' she thought. Lita seemed to back away, and Ken stopped. "Is it...?" he asked. "No, please continue. I'll be ok." He led her to the petal-covered bed and lay her down gently, tipping her back onto the down comforter. Her hair spread out and fanned gloriously over the rose petals. Ken's mouth went to her again and kissed all over her breast. Lita's fingers touched his back and sent small bolts of electricity into the air. She used one hand to grab a hold of Ken's head and she kissed the top while he suckled on her. Lita could feel Ken's hardening member against her thigh as she stroked his back. Her leg rubbed the lump gracefully and Ken's breath blew across her nipple. Her back arched to his body, almost off the bed. Lita's fingers started unbuttoning his shirt, one by one, quickly. His chest was bared in the orange glow of the candles, and the muscles were finally free for Lita to glorify over. "Wow..." she breathed as she circled his chest with her palms. Ken sat up and straddled Lita. His chest was an uncharted territory of rippling muscles, and she wanted to explore to her heart's content. "Go right ahead, Lita." She sat up and faced Ken. Her tongue poked out of her small mouth and delicately went over one of his brown nipples. She could taste the saltiness of his skin and the delicious taste of a man. Her heart quickened its pace as she frantically licked almost his entire chest area. "Whoa, girl!" Ken joked. She smiled into the valley between his pecs and pushed Ken all the way down. She lay heavily on top of him and kissed him with an extraordinary eagerness. Lita rocked against him as she embraced him, and spread Ken's arms out like a cross. "Mln...mmmmmmmm...Lita! I thought I was the one showing you how to do things!" he cried. "I guess I'll have to face my own fears and battle the monster inside," she said seriously. She resumed the kissing and instinctively ground her pelvis against his erection. "Ohhh..." Ken moaned through the kiss. His hands ran up and down the back of her thighs, going over the extremely smooth skin. She hiked herself up a little until her hands touched the footboard of the bed. The vee in between her long legs were right at Ken's mouth, and she could feel the hot breath passing though the moist satin into her most private, sensitive spots. "Christ, you're wet," Ken mumbled. "Silky wet." His hands tossed Lita's skirt up to her back, and his fingers went into the waistband of her panties. "Lita, I want to see you," he said upwardly. She moaned something incoherent and gripped the footboard more tightly. His fingers pulled down her panties so painfully slowly, Lita rocked against his head. Each inch of the way down, Ken stroked the silky inner thighs of her legs, the beat of his fingers no more than the weight of a butterfly's fluttering. Lita cried out in pure pleasure from this sole stroking. He managed to pull her panties all the way down despite the fact that she practically balanced herself on his head. He could smell the wonderful scent of the womanly juices flowing out of Lita, and he wanted to touch the soft petals of her womanhood so badly. Lita could feel her lower body emit sparks in her mind. Her folds were filling up with hot blood, pulsating around that one fleshy, absolutely forbidden place. Her mouth went dry and her tongue licked her lips unconsciously. "Lita, can I touch you there?" Ken asked, pressing her virtually vibrating clitoris. He didn't need an answer from her. His fingers grabbed the tiny distended kernel of flesh and rolled it around in his fingertips. Lita gasped and pressed herself farther down on Ken. He could see the springy, dark curls of her pubis, and he kissed them while he put an unbelievable amount of pressure on her pearl. "Ahhh......" Lita cried, experiencing the very first orgasm of her life. It was incredible. She shook, and a blinding light invaded her eyes. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of ecstasy, and the experience of being pleasured so filled her entire spirit. Lightning danced from her fingers and scattered amongst the room in a laser display. The wood at the footboard began to crack from the weight she put on it from her strong fingers. She slid down the length of his body and touched her face to his. "Ken. I want you to make love to me. All of me," she whispered. Ken's hands grabbed both sides of Lita's suit collars, and in one swift motion, tore the whole thing down. "NO!" she cried. "What?!!? What is it?" Ken cried. "Oh...that reminded me of-" "Don't remind yourself of anything. Just concentrate on the now." He tossed the ruined suit beyond the foot of the bed and rolled Lita over on her back. He got up and grabbed a glass of champagne, handing it to Lita. She sipped it happily as Ken sat on the small of her back. He then started to massage her shoulders, the strong fingers kneading her blades. His hands wandered all over her back, and sometimes one would wander to her buttock, stroking the firm flesh. Lita gulped the entire glass down in one fell swoop, and threw it over the bed. She giggled as she heard the glass shatter. "I hope we don't have to pay?" "Of course not." She turned around underneath Ken's legs and grabbed his shoulders. She kissed him so much, it was impossible to tell when one kiss ended and another began. Their kisses became the kindle to their fire already burning bright in their world. They melded into one another as they continued their passionate embracing. Suddenly, Lita's hands protruded the waistband of Ken's trousers, going over his extremely hard ass. She loved the way Ken felt, and she knew that nobody else could feel like Ken. She didn't want to find out either. Ken was the one for her, forever more. He unzipped his pants and kicked them down with his feet. He also pulled down his underpants, exposing his erect shaft to Lita. "I don't want to do anything with this until you're ready. Don't get the idea that I want to invade you or anything. I just want to make love to the woman I love." "That's what I want too." "You're sure?" "Why am I here?" Ken grinned and parted the petals of her lips with his left hand while his other ran through Lita's long, luxurious hair. He dipped his finger into her channel, slowly spreading her juices along the inside of her pulsating lips. Then, he inserted the entire index finger into her vagina, making Lita undulate against his hand. "I didn't know..." she moaned, "that it would feel..this...gu--good." Her body flew into another orgasm as Ken squeezed her clit again. He continuously pumped his solitary finger in and out, making her go into another orgasm. "No!" she cried softly. "God, what is it now?" "I want you inside me." Her hand wrapped around his very erect penis and guided it to the opening of her womanhood. The smooth head penetrated her gently and slowly, but Lita fully impaled herself over the organ. "I need you..." she cried out. Ken grabbed on to the footboard and forcefully bolted his body against Lita's. He could feel the pain from the multiple scratches she inflicted on his back, but he liked it a lot. His hair brushed against her face as he moved faster and faster. Unexpectantly, she rolled him over and sat across his hips. She moved herself up and down on his dick, milking him like a cow. Her muscles tightened around his shaft with every motion upwards. Lita cried out in pleasure as she sank herself upon him deeper and deeper. "Now!" she screamed. Both their bodies crashed together in a simultaneous orgasm of mind blowing proportions. They screamed and yelled out, their sweat dripping from their bodies. Their minds shattered from the immense intensity of their pleasure moment. Even the boat seemed to rock with the orgasm they shared, but the climax just rocked their world. Ken released himself graciously inside Lita, his milk fully coating the fleshy insides of her body. They lay there for a few moments, catching their racing breaths. Lita smiled and said, "Thank you, Ken." "You're most welcome." "Ken...?" "Yeah?" "Can you teach me how to make love with my mouth?" Ken looked at Lita's eyes. She was so innocent in the way she asked, he almost cried. He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek. "Lita, there's no right or wrong way. You can't be taught how to do this. All you do is follow your heart, and everything will be all right." "But..." "No buts. Just do what you have to do." "All righty.." She grasped his soft penis and lowered her mouth over it. It tasted like the salty juices from her own body mixed with something else she couldn't recognize. Her tongue went over the head of the flaccid penis, stroking the smooth flesh with the tip of her tongue. "You taste good," she joked. Ken didn't respond. He was shaking slightly, and Lita jumped in surprise as she could feel the shaft enlarge right in her mouth. In a few moments, it was fully erect. Lita's teeth tickled Ken, and he gripped the footboard behind his head. His head was tossed back, and she could see him gulping very hard. Her licking became more consistent, and she ran her tongue over the entire length of his long manhood. She could lick the tiny drops escaping from the tip of his penis, and even more little drops followed. "Uh....." Ken moaned. He squeezed his eyes as Lita took his full length into her teasing mouth. She pumped the penis in and out of her mouth while holding the base with her hand. "Oh..shi-" Ken shouted. He climaxed in her mouth, spilling his ejaculation until some of it dribbled out of her mouth. She jumped back and disengaged from him, spitting the thick liquid over his chest. He continued to come, his seed shooting all over her belly. This turned her on so much, she wanted Ken to make love to her again. "Ken..." she said. "Uhhh....See? You know...what to...do." "Make love to me again." He sat up a little and grabbed her by the arms. Ravenously, he took her in his mouth, his tongue going over her pebble smooth nipples over and over, teasing, tantalizing, torturing. "OH!" Lita cried out. His hands slithered up and down her arms, applying pressure to just the right points. His mouth wandered down her stomach, his teeth brushing her softly defined muscles. His tongue dipped into her belly button stimulatingly, leaving saliva around the entire area. He lay Lita down and used his arms to part her legs. They separated quite easily to his hands. "You're perfect," Ken said, gazing at Lita's womanhood in the light from the candles. He wanted to touch the most sensual petals he'd ever seen, indulge in the most delicious and delicate of dewdrops escaping from her deep love channel, play with the unique little ball of fleshy ecstasy. He leaned forward and lightly touched her clitoris with his fingertip. Lita cried out wantonly and writhed under his finger. He used another finger to part her lips. She was extremely wet now, and he inhaled her musky womanly juices. His tongue escaped from his mouth and licked inside of her labia, drinking her essence up. Lita moved to the rhythm of his licking, and gasped when his tongue inserted itself in her vagina. She could feel the strong lips of her lover kiss her own pulsing lips as he continued to make love with his mouth. His hand ran its fingers through her glossy curls, and eventually made its way down to meet his mouth. With both his hand and mouth, they performed a symphony of coalesced pleasure. Her legs melted into jelly and went completely numb as he went on provoking her to come again. She almost flew off the bed as she reached another climax. She screamed in satisfaction, her juices flowing freely from her channel. Ken left her pussy and knelt up. "I'm hard again, Lita." She grinned wickedly and motioned for Ken to join her. He prodded her soaked lips with the head of his penis, swishing her juices slightly. He inched his way in, and pinched her clitoris with his fingers many times. He then cupped her buttocks in both of his hands and lifted her off the bed a little as he pushed his entire length into her tightened channel. He savored the way Lita contracted his organ in a viselike grip, urging him to go even deeper into the depths of her body. He could swear he reached the end of her tunnel as he leaned full force against her. Lita's head swaggered back and forth, and she mumbled gutter trash as she held on to Ken's hips. Her legs went around his body amazingly and her feet balanced against his pecs. Her toes traced his shoulders seductively as he plunged into her body again and again. Her legs wrapped around his arms and met in the back of Ken's neck while he used his wet fingers to stroll up and down her silky thighs. He kissed her knees and the inside of her thighs lightly, making Lita moan loudly. Lita shook against his kisses and silently mouthed a prayer. Ken's balls became wettened from the gushing juices of Lita. The slapping sound that they made turned both of them on even more as Ken slammed faster and harder against Lita's tight ass. Lightning sparks came from Lita's fingers again and almost shocked their hot bodies into complete electrocution. Bolts flew everywhere and practically made a lightning storm in the room while their own bodies crashed against each other. They came violently, a masterpiece in the art of lovemaking. Time seemed to stand still as Ken fulfilled the lost promise of love to Lita that he made a long time ago. Their minds became one as their interwoven emotions took over the night. The alliance of love defeated all the monsters in Lita's mind, filling her up with only good and peaceful memories. Memories of this night, and the space for the many more to come in their life together. ********** Sunshine poured through the window of their boat, shining on the tired faces of the sleeping lovers. Lita sat up and yawned, stretching her delicate arm muscles. When she opened her eyes, she suddenly remembered all the events of the previous night. She couldn't believe it, but she had gotten over her fear. Ken sneaked up and kissed Lita behind her ears. "Merry Christmas," he whispered. "You've given me the best Christmas present ever." He smiled and reached into the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a small black box, and opened it up for Lita to see. It was a ring, with a single three carat white diamond, pure in its essence, exquisite in its delicacy. Lita cried out when she realized what this beautiful piece of jewelry stood for. "Lita..." "Yes?" she asked with a quaver. "Will you marry me?" She kissed him with all her being and said, "Yes. This is what was supposed to happen. We were meant for each other, ever since..." "Ever since we met, Lita." The lost promise of love had finally carried through. They knew that nothing could ever stand in their way again, and if anything did, their strong bond of love would get them through it. ~Finis~ Note: I hoped you liked this! I wrote it from one of my friend's own experiences. She was a rape victim, like many other women out there. If you were a rape victim, I hope that you have the strength to heal yourself and find a way to make up for anything you had lost. There is hope, but you must believe in yourself, like Lita had.