Chapter 3

Quake Girl started to get more media attention. She was stronger and faster now than she ever had been. There were a couple high profile saves: rescuing the firefighters from an exploded building, for one. And there was the reality TV star whose parachute didn’t open. Tire Iron Thom mentioned her as a rising star in an interview. Julie even told me she had been approached by the government to help out with a project she couldn’t tell me about yet. I guess they knew everyone’s secret identities. I wondered what else they knew about her.

As great as things were going for Julie and me personally, it was a time of great social turbulence. Most of the world’s economies were shaky, and there were riots in cities everywhere. It seemed like our leaders stoked the fires of civil unrest whenever they spoke, instead of quelling them. TV news was a non-stop scare-a-thon, between the Canadian cult claiming to possess WMDs, the impending world-ending asteroid strike, Ebola, and the newly discovered breed of mutant lobster.

Julie never let it get her down. She managed to help the people when she could, come home in one piece, and then not dwell on it the rest of the time. We were sharing an apartment by then. I sometimes told myself that by fucking her, I was in some small way contributing to the fight against evil. But really it was just that I loved being intimate with Julie, my friend whom I loved, and who excited me the way no woman ever had.

I had never had a chance to try anal sex before - none of my past girlfriends were interested. I certainly never expected I’d get Julie to try. The topic came up from time to time, of course. Sometimes we’d read erotic stories or watch porn together. Or sometimes someone would tell a dirty joke at a party. She was a good sport about the jokes and fantasies, but when it came to reality, she just couldn’t get past the gross factor.

So I figured I’d try another approach.

“So, about anal...” I said one day, out of the blue.

She put her book down, folded her hands in her lap, and patronizingly said, “Yes?”

“What if you were to do it to me?”

“Is that our next big thrill?” She teased. She thought I was joking. “You want me to bend you over the back of the couch and slam your butt-hole with a 14 inch strap-on?”

“I was thinking we’d start with a finger.”

She became sincere when she realized that I wasn’t joking. “Is that really something you want?”

“I’d like to try it.” I said. She looked unsure. “I’ll tell you what - let’s both just do a little research on the subject, and talk more another time. ‘Prostate massage.’” Setting aside the superhuman bad-ass part of her, Julie was kind of a big nerd. Daring her to research something on the Internet was like dangling yarn in front of a cat.

She did read up on the matter - in an incognito browser window, on a virtual machine, on a virtual network, routed through a foreign anonymous relay. Like I said, nerd.

The next day she brought home a box of 250 small latex gloves from the lab. We didn’t really know what we were doing that first time. I lay face down on a towel on the floor and she started rubbing my sphincter with a lubed finger. When she first pushed into me it just felt weird - alien. After I relaxed she started working a finger - or maybe two - in and out at a steady pace. My body and mind were confused at the sensation, unsure whether it was erotic or excretory. I quickly came to just accept it for whatever it was. It felt good. I wondered how much this experience was like what a woman feels during sex, having another person pushing part of their body into them. I also thought that maybe Julie’s strap-on idea wasn’t so crazy. My dick stiffened at the thought.

I guess she sensed that I had gotten used to the basics. “I’m going to explore now, okay?” She said, merrily. She tried lots of things: long strokes and short ones, pulling all the way out and reentering repeatedly, various finger configurations. She asked lots of questions and I did my best to answer, but it was all so new. Most of it felt good, but in different ways that I couldn’t describe.

When she found my prostate I understood what the big deal was. As she stroked it, it felt like I was going to come even though my dick was only half-hard and hadn’t been touched. It was like she was going to push the come out of me. Eventually I couldn’t take it any more. I was desperately close to an orgasm, but not getting any closer. I asked her to stop and suck me off. As she pulled out and I flipped over I was acutely aware of the slippery lube between my cheeks. She wrapped her hands around my dick as she leaned in, but I shot my load before her mouth touched me. It was a hell of an ejaculation. It caught her in the hair, and generally got all over both of us.