Chapter 1

We had been besties for as long as I can remember, Linda and me.

I remember us as little girls, playing with dolls together, Legos, play ovens or even just our imaginations. Our best times, our most fun, came when we let our imaginations take over.

As young teen girls, we were inseparable. We like the same shows, the same music, the same clothes, the same types of boys. And I am proud to say, we never got petty nor jealous of each other.

It was around then, she started acting a little weird. I am not talking “heads on a stake” or “going up north to find the Old Ones” type weird. No ... she was just a little stand-offish. Sort of. She was a friendly, sometimes happy stand-offish with this little smile on her face that told me that she knew about something big that I did not, but that she could not tell. I asked her one night if she had lost her virginity, but she told me that she had not. When I tried to press her on what was different about her, she just smiled and shook her head.

She was there when I lost my virginity. Or, at least, in the other room. The guy was forgettable, so the hell with details there, but when I got out of the bedroom, she gave me a smile and a little clap. We left the party shortly after that. Yeah, the guy was that forgettable.

A few months later, she got hers, but with a different guy. This guy, I found out, was a hell of a lot better. Again, I was not in the room, but I could hear them. No, I did not have my ears pressed against the wall. Well, OK, I did, but I would have been able to hear them even if I did not. They were really enjoying themselves, getting loud and into it. He went all quiet for a while and she was groaning – I knew he was giving her head. Then she builds up to this loud grunting, I hear him shout out “What the...”

And it was quiet.

For a long time.

I got nervous.

I peeked into the room.

It was empty.

I went into the room. It was still as empty as empty could be. Nothing under the bed, in the closet, they weren’t getting out of THOSE windows ... they were simply gone. Her purse was still there, her panties were on the bed, his pants, underwear, shoes, and socks were on the floor. They were gone. Somehow.

My mind got all jumbled and I stumbled out of the room. I had my back turned to the door when there was a swirling flash and a swirling pop behind me. I turned, and there they were, sitting on the bed. He was naked from the waist down, but he was not hard a bit. She was pulling down her dress, looking very rumpled.

“What the hell?” he asked quietly.

She looked at him, opened her mouth, closed it, shook her head, grabbed her purse, got up from the bed and walked to the door. She stopped briefly when she got next to me, opened her mouth again but no sound came out, closed it again, let out a little grunt and walked out the door.

I did not see her for another three years.

By then, I was deep into college studying astrophysics, of all things. I remember getting interested in it when I was young, about the time Sappers announced his big news about the moon. I mean, who would not want to go to the moon and dig up a big diamond, right? I was studying out of state, heading for my masters. Boys did not have time for them. Rarely did I go out for anything at all, no parties, nothing like that. I was aiming for a career.

Then, one day, unexpected, she shows up. It was mid-summer, but I was still at university, doing some telescope work. I had had the night off, but I was still looking at the moon. Sappers and his crew had been up there for a while, and I just stared at that rock, wondering what they were finding up there. Exactly how big were those diamonds, I wondered.

Then, she just showed up unexpectedly.

I mean, as far as I knew, literally unexpected. One moment, I was alone on my balcony, the next, there she was. Smiling at me. But it was a nervous smile. She did not have to tell me it was I knew. Even of those years of not seeing her, I knew her enough to know something was up. Not a “hey, long time, no see” kind of nervousness. It was like a “hey, I know your head is stuck in an alligator’s mouth, but I can get you out of this” kind of smile.

But she looked fucking incredible. I mean like super model incredible. After my mind caught up with seeing her again, I could still feel my heart doing that weird thing when it is in lust.

Ok ... let me get something straight here. She was a friend. A great friend. A spectacular friend. But I never felt like I had a crush on her or anything. I loved her like a friend. I liked boys for sex. Ok, yeah, there were a couple of times when I saw a girl and wondered what it would be like to swap spit, but that was about it. I never thought anything like that about her. She was too much like a sister.

Not that she was not pretty. But she was my friend, damn it. You don’t fantasize about jumping your friend’s bones, right?

That night, I sort of did. Like I said, she looked incredible. I swear her body had gotten tighter – she was built perfectly and that little dress she hardly had on was helping that look. The hem was short enough that I could catch a glimpse of butt crack whenever she turned around. The neckline, fuck, it just fell between her breasts. They still were not huge or anything, but good grief they looked good enough to eat in that getup. It was one of those light purple kind of foldy things that hugged her body like I wanted to when I first saw her.

I did give her a hug the moment I saw her before I even said anything to her. How could I not? She was my best friend. Before even saying a word, we were hugging, I think we might have been crying just a little bit. It felt so good to see her again!

Before I even had a chance to ask her where she had been, she knitted her brow.

“What time is it?

Fine way to start a conversation after not seeing each other for years!

“Fine way to start a conversation after not seeing each other for years!” I told her.

She gave me that fake-happy patronizing smile she always gave me when she was pissed at me but didn’t want to get into an argument. “Hey? How are you? What have you been up to? How have you been? What time is it, please?”

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone. “! 0:23.”

She nodded and sat down. “Good,” she said. “I had hoped I had planned it right. We have about an hour...”

“Why is the moon flickering?”

“What?” she barely squeaked the word out.

“The moon,” I said, staring at it, my hands in my pocket. “It looks like it is flickering.” I rubbed my eyes. “I need sleep.”

“No!” she said breathlessly. “No no no no no no no!” She grunted in frustration. “This wasn’t supposed to happen yet! We were supposed to have an hour!”

“What are you talking about?”

She grabbed her purse and pulled a dildo out.

“Really not what I was expecting,” I said.

She looked around, then stuck the dildo onto a clear spot on the wall near the balcony, where it somehow fastened to the wall about waist high.

About that time, the moon began flickering so violently, the landscape flickered along with it.

“Is it breaking apart? I asked. “It looks like it is breaking apart.”

She put her hand softly on my shoulder. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “It’s breaking apart.”

We watched in silence as large chunks of the moon began moving apart, thousands of little chunks spilling in the space.

“How?”

“Sappers. They did something on the moon ... I don’t know what. But we have time before the pieces hit the Earth.”

“WHAT?”

She nodded. “Yep. The end of the world, babe. But we have time, now ... listen...”

“It looks like the pieces are flickering.”

She turned and looked outside again; her brow knitted. “What?”

We watched as several of the pieces flickered, growing larger and smaller with each distortion.

“We have no time. Fuck me.”

She stood up without another word, walked to where the dildo stuck in the wall, pressed a button on the base upon which it began twirling and vibrating, turned from it, bend over slightly, yanked down her panties and thrust her butt back towards the wall until the dildo disappeared as she let out a little grunt.

She began thrusting herself up and down on it. She motioned me over.

“What the hell is going on here, Linda?”

Between grunts, she spoke: “The end of the world, babe. Those pieces are gonna hit Earth. I don’t know how soon. Please, come over here.” She opened her eyes. They were pleading with me. “Please, I need you,” she whispered.

I walked over and stood next to her, trying my hardest not to watch her or hear her as she let out little grunts. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see one of the straps of her dress falling away. Her nipple was noticeably clear in my view. My head swam as I turned my head towards the balcony, just in time to see another chunk of the moon flicker even closer. Outside and through the apartment, I could hear yells and screams. A siren rang in the distance. I saw a flash in the sky as a piece of the moon broke the atmosphere and sped towards the ground. It was not a large piece, but large enough to incinerate a few houses.

“Um...” I said.

“Play with my clit,” she whispered, still thrusting on the dildo, also watching out the balcony out of the corner of her eyes.

“WHAT!!??!!!”

“Don’t be a prude!” She grabbed my left hand and placed it between her legs. “Please. Trust me ... it will save your life. Play with my clit like you play with your ow ... oh! Ok. Yeah. That’s it.”

Something took over. It was a combination of fear, confusion, fear, being scared shitless, invigoration, and a little bit of lust, but I started playing with her clit. When she put my hand there, I found it almost immediately. She was soaked, so I didn’t worry about lubrication. I just spread her with my forefinger and ring finger, letting my middle finger dance over that wet bud like it was my own.

“Yep. Yep. Ok ... here we go,” she said, breathing heavily. She let out a grunt.

And the world flashed.

To my surprise, it was not because a moon rock hit the Earth. Well, it did. I could see a huge piece pop into existence and hit our planet. I could feel the heat and the shaking.

Then, I felt nothing.

Well, that is not true, either. I could feel her next to me, her body leaning against mine. I could feel my fingers still dancing on and around her clit and I could feel it trembling, hard, to my touch. I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she let out little gasps of pleasure as the orgasm hit her body.

Meanwhile, a white mist surrounded us. I don’t know how else to explain it. It was like we were in a deep fog, and I could barely see anything in my apartment.

I turned my gaze and looked straight into her eyes, which were staring at me in what looked like some thankful wonderment. Good grief, I swear I fell in love with that girl at that moment. She squeezed my hand tight in hers, pressing my fingers onto her convulsing pussy as she let out one large, final grunt as her body shook violently, then became limp and leaned against my own. I put my arm around her shoulder for support, holding her close to me as we both kept looking into each other’s eyes.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Wow.”

I looked out of the balcony. There was sunlight streaming through it. At first, I thought that it was just the flashes of the apocalypse, but it was actual sunshine. I could hear birds chirping outside. A few clouds drifted along the morning sun.

“Is this still your apartment?” she asked.

I nodded, looked around and shook my head in confusion. “Uh ... no. What happened to my stuff?”

With a small sigh, she pulled herself from the dildo, turned it off and put it in her purse. She looked around. “You know, ages ago, people used to just leave newspapers sitting around their place. At least then you could tell what fucking day it was,” she said in frustration.

“Where is my stuff?” I repeated. It was very obviously the same apartment I had been in before, but all the furniture and stuff had changed. It sure as hell was not my stuff.

“Maybe the TV?” she said, walking over to a set hanging on the wall.

“Where is my fucking stuff?” I repeated.

She moved her hand over the sides of the TV. “How do you fucking turn this on?”

I put my hand firmly on her shoulder and spun her towards me. “Where is my fucking stuff?” I repeated.

“In the future.”

“Huh what?”

“Your stuff is in the future. We are in the past. The problem is, I don’t know how far in the past. I figure you played with me for, what, about seven seconds? That would put us at three years, two months ago, but I cannot tell for sure.”

“Three years, two months ago?” I repeated.

She nodded, turning her attention back to the TV. “Yes. After seven seconds. Math is tricky, weird. You might understand it better than me, but I must find out when we are ... ah! There it is!”

The TV flashed on.

She walked over to a table and grabbed a remote. She pushed the menu button and nodded. “OK, two years and 11 months ago.” She looked and smiled at me. “That was a great cum, babe. Fucking impressive. But we need a longer cum than that to get to where we need to get.”

“Huh?”

“Again, I don’t know how it works, but the longer I play with myself, the longer the trip.” She puffed her cheeks and sighed. “It is not easy to time that kind of stuff, but I guess after a lot of practice, I have gotten good at that stuff.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Orgasms. And time travel.” She sighed and motioned towards a chair. “Sit.” We sat. “So, remember when we both got old enough to know that kind of stuff, I got a little weird and stuff? Like ... like...”

“Like you had a secret,” I said.

She nodded vehemently. “Yeah. That’s it. A secret. I had a secret. It was a good one. So, the first time I played with myself, I went through time.”

“What?”

“I was playing with myself in my parents’ place. After I came, I was in my parents’ house, but it was like 50 years earlier. Freaked the people living there at the time out! I got stuck there a few days, then just sort of ... figured it out, I guess. I played with myself again, and I was back at my parents’ place, but it was about the same time. But a week later.”

“The week you went missing!”

She nodded. “Yeah. At the time, I didn’t have the time stuff figured out. But I practiced.” She giggled. “Oh, fuck did I practice! Eventually, I started figuring out the time stuff. How to figure out the years, months, weeks, days, even hours and minutes. Minutes are a bit difficult, but I can if I really put my heart into it and concentrate. Not easy, though. Ever try to make yourself cum at the right split second?” I shook my head. “Yeah. Not easy. But I got rather good at it.”

“Why’d you leave me?” The question seemed almost wanting, I thought, the moment it left my mouth.

She let out a sad sigh. “Jimmy. Remember him?” I nodded. “I was a virgin then. We started fooling around, kissing heavy. I gave him a spectacular blowjob, like top notch! He came, I swallowed, and he started going down on me. I didn’t think anything of it ... I thought that I would only travel when I made myself cum.” She shrugged and smiled. “Oops! I was wrong! We went back, he freaked and ran away. At first, I thought that if I came, he would automatically come back too. Nope. I came back to our time, no Jimmy. So, I went back again...”

“When you say you were going back and forth again ... you masturbated each time and made yourself cum, right?”

She nodded.

“Right. Just wanted to get that straight.”

“Anyway, I went back again and found him. It took some convincing to get him to hold my hand while I made myself cum, but we did it, like troupers!” she said, pumping her fist in that fake rah rah way. “Of course, he was a bit pissed at me, and I was freaked. So ... I just left.”

“But...” sighed and looked down at my folded hands. “You left me.”

She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a little kiss on my forehead. “I am so sorry, babe. I was confused. I needed to find myself. I did a lot. Then I found out other things.”

“Sappers,” I said as a matter of factly.

She nodded. “Sappers.” She let out a long sigh. “I still don’t know what he did, but he did something up there. Something that tore the moon apart, something that killed everybody on Earth. All for that fucking diamond. Greedy son of a bitch.”

She turned to me and looked me in the eyes. “I need you, Tanya. Like, big time. Like I never needed anyone in the world. I need someone to be with me and I need it to be someone...” she let out a quiet gulp as she looked at her twisting hands. “Someone I love more than my family.” She looked me deep in the eyes. “I need you.”

“‘K,” I said quietly.

She nodded. “We need to find Sappers. Find him and make sure he never finds out about that diamond. And I need somebody to do it with me, and I want it to be you.” She looked me in the eyes. “You in?”

I gulped. “Everyone we know is dead.”

“Technically, no. They are still alive. They will die in the future.”

“But we saw pieces of the moon about to hit us.”

“Yes, and we can stop that, if we stop Sappers.”

She looked around. “Listen, this isn’t your place, right?”

I nodded. I could feel my body getting numb, my mind losing grip. “Not my place.”

“We need to get out of here before whoever owns this place comes home. Meanwhile, this timeline is going to do jack squat for us in stopping Sappers. We need to go back in time a little bit further. I know this is a lot for you to process right now, I...” She looked me in the eyes. I was starting to slump a little on the couch. “I know you are getting ready to go into shock. But we need to get out of this place and out of this time.” She pulled a little device which looked like a calculator but didn’t out of her purse, looked at it for a moment and nodded. Then she leaned back, spread her legs, hiked her skirt up a bit and looked at me with arched eyebrows. “About 46 seconds. That should put us into the right time.”

“Buy a girl a drink first?” I blurted out.

She chuckled. “Even going into shock, there is my girl.” She grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy.

Somehow, in my state, my state did not matter. Once I felt her pussy, once I looked in her eyes, I felt like I was in a trance. I began softly massaging her clit, running my fingers over it lightly. It was still wet from her previous orgasm. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes. I turned slightly, reaching my other hand to gently slide a finger inside of her. She let out another satisfied sigh as my finger slowly slide in and out of her pussy, my other fingers gently pinching, squeezing and twirling around her clit.

“Babe, this is why I choose you...”

Then the door swung open.

So, picture this: you’re a middle-aged couple with a pretty dreary life. You walk into your own fucking apartment and find a couple of half-dressed girls whom you have never seen before going at it on your couch. The wife did not seem pleased at all. The guy kinda seemed happy about it, but he changed his temperament when he saw how mad his wife was.

“Do you still run, Babe?” Linda asked me. “Because now is the time...”

She bolted from the sofa, past the shocked couple and into the hallway. I bolted right behind her. I don’t know how the hell she ran like that in heels, but it took a lot for me to stay with her. Down the stairs, out of the apartment, down the street, down a couple of other streets and into an alley.

She stopped and hiked up her skirt.

“You have to be kidding me,” I said, out of breath.

She shook her head. “I figure we have about five minutes, top. They are already on the phone with the cops. You know that we ain’t exactly non-descript right now – my tits keep falling out and those panties aren’t exactly running gear.”

I had forgotten I was only in my underwear. I was not exactly dressed for the public. Yeah, we needed to get out of there.

Without a word, I walked up to her, shoved a finger into her pussy and began fucking that sweat, juicy creature. I kept my eyes locked on hers. She kept her eyes locked on me. She let out little grunts with each thrust of my finger, I swear her pussy was getting wetter and wetter with each pump.

We could hear sirens in the distance.

She leaned back on the wall, eyes still locked on mine as I kept fucking her.

“OK, yeah,” she said after what seemed like forever, but was just a few seconds. Forty-six seconds, to be exact. She let out a satisfied grunt as her body trembled and I noticed the world going white out of the corner of my eyes. Still, I kept my eyes locked on hers and hers on mine. She leaned back and let out a satisfied grunt as I felt her convulse. I could feel my finger getting covered in her orgasmic juices.

She let out a very satisfied sigh, stood up straight and pulled her dress down. She smiled at me and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Yeah, I wanna keep you, Babe,” she said as she grabbed my head and led me down the alleyway.

I looked around. It was dark. An almost new moon showed its slight sliver in the sky. At least that was still there.

“Where are we?”

“Same place, but 1996.”

“Shit. I haven’t even been born yet!”

“Yeah, but Sappers is still around. But, before we worry about him, we need to get to my safehouse. It’s nearby.”

In the cover of darkness, we snuck around town. Being a small town, not much was going on at that time of night. We passed a bank clock, which flashed 3:18.

“Even the drunks should be asleep by now,” she whispered as we crossed a street.

Finally, we came to a non-descript house. She led me to the back of the house, into the basement. She flicked on the lights and a comfortable, neat cozy room greeted us. A nice big fluffy bed with big fluffy blankets and big fluffy pillows sat in one corner.

“The shower is over there, if you want,” she said, motioning to a door on the other side of the room.

Without a word, I nodded, walking towards the door as I robotically took my clothes off. The warm shower was perfect, but I could feel my brain shutting down as I tried to process the recent events. By the time I was out, I was nothing but a zombie.

I barely heard Linda ask “Feel better” as I automatically nodded in response and fell onto the bed. That was all I remember for quite some time.

I would have expected to wake up with a start, but instead it was a slow, satisfying awakening. I was still naked and could feel Linda’s naked body pressed gently against mine, spooning me, protecting me from all of the bad dreams and ugly thoughts. Her arms were wrapped around me softly.

I moved a little bit, trying to adjust without waking her, but was unsuccessful. She let out a soft coo in my ear as she moved a little bit behind me. She pressed her body firmly into mine, holding me tight from behind, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other covering my breasts. I could feel her nipples pressed against my back.

She moved her top arm, softly cupping one of my breasts. I could feel my nipple getting harder in her palm. I let out a sigh.

I felt her lips gently press against my neck, giving it soft, gentle kisses as they worked their way up to my ear, where she whispered softly “You did great back there, Babe” before planting more soft kisses on the side of my face.

“Oh ... Linda...” I groaned softly as I felt myself pushing my behind back into her. She moved her arm around my waist, fingers gently dancing over my tummy. She moved her other hand, fingers tickling around my breasts, circling around my nipples, gently squeezing my nipples. My breath grew harder. “Oh ... Linda...” I said again.

She crawled from behind me. It almost hurt; her body not pressed into mine anymore. She crawled over me as I remained on my side until she was on her own side, facing towards me, her beautiful smiling face only inches from mine. She placed a hand softly on the side of my face as she stared into my eyes, her mouth smiling, beaming. She hooked a finger under my chin and bought her lips to mine.

It was like the moon had exploded, but this time in a wonderful way. For years, I had admired Linda, loved her as a friend, treated her like a sister. But there was more, deep down inside of me. I had always found her so beautiful and wondered why she had taken a plain girl like me as a friend. In school, she was the popular girl, the girl every boy wanted to fuck, and every girl wanted to be.

But deep down inside I wanted to fuck her, too. Those were words I never said to anyone, barely said to myself. Sometimes at night, I would let those fantasies play out, but even then, those thoughts were forbidden as I saw her as not just a friend, but a sister, but as someone on a pedestal.

But now, our lips had met in more than a friendly kiss, our naked bodies so close together as to feel the heat from each other and it all became better than I could have imagined.

At first our kisses were light, exploring, but as we continued, we could feel the passion and electricity grow. We pulled each other closer, our bodies pressing onto the other, arms wrapped around each other, legs intertwined. My tongue slid into her mouth first, her tongue immediately and joyfully joining in the play. Around and around our tongues played with each other and our breaths went deeply into each other’s mouths. I felt her hand on the back of my head, playing with my hair but pulling my face closer to hers. Her other hand was on the small of my back, fingers playing my spine like a piano, hand firmly pulling my body close to hers.

My own hand went to the back of her head, pulling her face closer to mine as I kissed her deeply, lovingly. I found my other hand softly running down her body, feeling her muscles, her curves, the softness of her skin, the sharp sexy angles of her body. I found it on a nice, firm butt cheek, which I squeezed and slapped softly and playfully. She let out a giggle in our deep kiss and did the same with my butt.

She gently rolled us over until I was on my back, our lips never parting, our tongues still doing their dance. She wiggled herself so that her body was between my parted legs. I let out a soft groan in her mouth. I swear, I could feel her pussy dripping onto mine!

With a reluctant, almost violent, grunt, she broke our kiss and sat up. Her eyes stayed locked on mine. She wore a smile on her face as she softly ran her hands and fingers along my body, caressing me with her knowing touch. She bit her lower lip as a curl of her blonde hair swung over her eyes, which refused to leave mine.

Fingers ran over my breasts like soft raindrops, tickling and touching at random. Fingers pressed into my nipples, softly, fingers moving around and taking the nipple with them, fingers pressing together with nipple between them, gently spinning and pulling them.

Then, with a giggle, she flipped herself like an acrobat between my legs, her body pressed against one of my legs. Yes, this time I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy. As I looked at her face over my tummy, she still had that grin on her face, that knowing grin as she kept her eyes glued on my face and as she leaned forward and planted a big, wet kiss on my labia.

She brought her face back up, grin still on, eyes still locked. I kept my eyes locked on hers, biting my lower lip, slowly nodding my head.

With a giggle, she dove between my legs again, orally attacking my sex with gusto. Her first wave consisted of kisses, planted on and around my lower lips, occasional soft licks on the shaven skin in the outside area surrounding those lips.

Those licks became more numerous as she pulled her face closer to my labia until her tongue met my slit, softly running up between the slit, then back down. Up and down she ran her tongue as I watched, eyes wide, her tongue stiffening with each traverse, sliding in a little bit more each time. Her eyes remained locked on mine.

She moved her hands from my thighs to between my legs, her fingers on each side of my pussy as she spread my labia wide. She leaned in, flickering her tongue between my walls, her tongue dancing between a stiff tip and a soft lapper, her motions coaxing more juices from my sex.

Linda shoved her face into my pussy, wrapping her lips around the inner walls, sucking gently and firmly as she stiffened her tongue and slid it into me as far as she could reach, greedily chasing my juices. I never knew a tongue could go in so far!

I felt a finger join her tongue, then a second. Her tongue and lips continued to explore the walls of my labia as her fingers slid into me deeper, urged on by my wetness. I watched as he slowly moved her head and tongue up, the fingers from her other finger spreading my upper lips to expose the treasure she did seek.

And she did find that treasure, her tongue softly gliding over my clit as I let out a soft surprised moan, even though I had long awaited this action. She softly and lovingly lapped at my clit, her fingers still thrusting in and out of me.