Gamma pt. 45

Dean flew into her house and slammed the door. This action of anger did not go unnoticed by her already inebriated father, John.

John: What the fuck is your problem?

Dean: Like you actually give a shit.

John: The fuck did you say to me?

Dean: I said…Like…you…actually…give…a…shit

John: Listen here you little bitch. As long as you live under this house you will goddamn respect me.

Dean: I can’t anymore daddy.

John: What?!

Outside Jess was pulling into the driveway with her lights off so as not to alert Dean of her arrival. She silently walked up the driveway peeking into a window with drawn blinds where she could, as well as the rest of the neighborhood, hear the argument unfolding between father and daughter.

Dean: I said I can’t do this shit anymore. You blame me for Mom’s death.

John: She would have been alive today if it weren’t for you.

Dean: That’s not true daddy and you know it. She had cancer. They didn’t notice it until I was delivered which was way too late.

John: Shut up you little Cunt…You’re trying to fool me.

Dean: It doesn’t matter daddy. You believe what you want to believe. The fact of the matter is, is that she’s fucking better off than living like this.

“YOU BITCH!” John blurted out as he charged toward Dean, and slapped her full handed across the face. Jess had seen enough. She knew how aggressive Dean’s dad got when he drank, but he had never taken it this far, which was already much farther than it should have gotten. Jess ran up the front steps, crashing through the front door as if it were paper. The door splintered in every direction, actually warping the door frame. “Get the fuck away from my girlfriend!!” Jess screamed

John turned toward Jess in a fit of rage. “You’re going to fucking pay for that door! I don’t know how the fuck you busted in here, but I’m going to throw you the fuck right back out into the cold.” By now, Jess was in the kitchen area, tip-toeing around John and keeping a safe distance between the two of them. “No Jess, don’t hurt him!” Dean cried out. John towered over Jess by a solid foot and a half.

Crossing the sink, Jess picked up a dirty frying pan and brought it up to look like she was using it as a defense. “Hahaha, what the fuck is this? Fuck it. I’m going out. Dean get your shit and leave and take your dyke with you.” The table separated Jess and John as he uttered a cowardly insult. Jess stepped from behind the table so that a clear path joined the two. “What’s the matter?” Jess said calmly. “Afraid of a fair fight, you pussy.” John turned around in a fit of rage and attempted to tackle Jess and beat her on the floor. Jess had other plans, however and when he got in proximity, Jess slammed the frying pan into John’s knee, breaking the kneecap that sent howls of excruciating pain throughout the house. John fell over but before he could slam his face on the floor, Jess hammered the pan into it, breaking his nose and sending him backwards into the living room.

Jess slammed the pan onto the kitchen table and reached for Dean’s hand. Dean reluctantly took it and followed Jess out to her car. As Jess walked swiftly, nearly pulling Dean off the ground, She pulled out her cell phone and dialed up Frank.

Frank: Yeah.

Jess: Frank. I need Mr. Clean at 118 Honeysuckle Dr. a.s.a.p

Frank: How the hell do you know about Mr. Clean?

Jess: Isn’t that what you say when things go bad?

Frank: You need a clean up crew? One’s on the way. How bad?

Jess: Nothing extreme. I just kicked in a door and beat up Dean’s dad.

Frank: That’s the way to get her back.

Jess: Actually she’s with me. He was drunk so no one will believe him anyway.

Frank: Ah. The easy ones. It’s taken care of. Once it’s done I’ll give you a sit rep and you can give me all the Intel you have on Sharise Harmon.

Jess: Oh that’s going to take a while.

Frank: Anything juicy?

Jess: Tons. Later.

Jess hung up the phone as Dean and Jess pulled away. A black van pulled up seconds afterwards and began to assess the damage.

Back at Jess’ house, Dean and Jess sat on the sofa after Jess had fixed them each a cup of coffee from a recipe Jess had learned from the Irish side of her family. Dean had not spoken a word since she left the house. They both sat silently sipping their respective spiked beverages. Finally Dean cracked.

Dean: Why did you have to use a frying pan?

Jess: It was softer than my hands.

Dean: Point. Who did you call.

Jess: Frank. He kind of looks out for me when I get into a situation.

Dean: Nice Guy.

Jess: Not really. It’s his job. He works for the N.S.A.

Dean: You have government connections too? How the hell did that happen?

Jess: That one is a long one. It started the week we had our fight. When you found out I was lying to you.

Dean: Where the hell did you go that weekend? I mean I was thankful because I didn’t want to see you when I moved out but…

Jess: I went to Vegas. Frank called me to get the low down on a
German bodybuilder named Eva Brawn.

Dean: Heh. Funny name.

Jess: What wasn’t so funny is when she tried to kill me.

Dean: Like she could.

Jess: She came damn close.

Dean: Really? She was like you?

Jess: Sort of. Except she couldn’t change like I can. And she was in WWII.

Dean: How did the N.S.A. find out about you.

Jess: They came up with some bullshit about a serum being stolen and put into the one can of Gamma that only I drank, except I had to fight a big Russian mother fucker. Plus they got a satellite picture of me growing to 135 feet tall.

Dean: Damn…did that shit turn you into a super hero or something?

Jess: My life has definitely gotten a hell of a lot more complicated since I got these powers.

Dean: I can believe it. You can tell me tomorrow. I need to go to bed.

Jess and Dean stood up as Dean headed toward the kitchen to put her mug, as well as Jess’, into the sink. She grabbed Jess’ hand and looked her in the eyes. “Aren’t you coming?”

Jess followed Dean into Jess room and they both sat on Jess’ bed, still made from her previous chores. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Jess said a little nervously, hoping that her statement wouldn’t ruin the moment. Dean leaned over and kissed Jess on the lips. At first softly and then a bit more passionately. “I’m sure.” The two resumed their passionate embrace as they lay back on the bed and Dean wrapped her hand around Jess’ waist pulling her closer. As she did, she felt Jess’ body getting thicker all over as her breasts began to press against Deans. Dean broke off the kiss suddenly. “No”

Jess: Oh fuck. I ruined it didn’t I?

Dean: Not at all. But I want to make love to you, Jess. Not Jade.

Jess’ lips began to curl a bit as a few tears began to stream down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Dean.” Dean cupped her cheek and wiped the tears away as Jess concentrated a bit and shrank back down to normal. “It’s okay. Really.” She replied before kissing her lips again ever so softly. While still holding Jess in their passionate embrace, Dean rose to her knees and placed her hand under Jess’ shirt. Massaging her flat tummy tenderly, Dean lowered her kisses to Jess’ chin and neck. Jess brought her lower lip in and slightly nibbled on it as Dean took a bit of Jess neck flesh into her mouth and began sucking hard. Dean motioned for Jess to take her shirt off and she did as she was told. Revealing her small ‘A’ cup breasts Dean smiled. “No bra?” Jess chuckled, “What the hell do I have to support.” Dean laughed as her tongue met Jess nipples and caressed them, softly at first and then began to pound them.

Moving down her tight belly, Dean kissed and licked her belly button before reaching her jeans. Slowly unbuckling her belt and pulling her button and zipper open, Dean slid her pants as well as her panties down to her knees. Dean gave a casual glance to Jess, who’s grin could power a small city, and then leaned down and kissed her inner thighs before kissing her outer pussy lips. Sticking her tongue out as long and as wide as it would go, Dean licked Jess pussy as Jess’ eyes half closed and rolled back a bit. Finding Jess’ clit pretty quickly, Dean flicked it softly at first and gradually increased her pounding faster and harder. Jess groaned out in pleasure, “Oh my GOD!” She cried out. Dean took this as a sign of Jess enjoyment and attacked Jess clit with extreme prejudice. Jess, wanting to return some of Deans pleasure, raised her hand and undid Dean’s jeans and slowly inserted her fingers inside of Dean’s already wet pussy. The shock of Jess hand showed little as she pressed her tongue to Jess clit that much harder. Jess moved her fingers in and out of Jess at a fast pace. Jess thought she should return the favor with a bit of interest and casually moved Dean’s pussy over her face and began to lick her clit while finger fucking her. Both girls were approaching climax at an accelerated rate. Dean and Jess came simultaneously as Dean collapsed on top of Jess. She got up to Jess’ face and gave each other a lovers kiss and held each other in a silent embrace.

After a few minutes, Jess looked into Dean’s eyes with a bit of shock.

Jess: Where the hell did you learn to do that?

Dean: I’m studying to be a doctor…duh.

Jess: Heh. You mean I could have had that this whole time.

Dean: Yep. Ever since we were teenagers.

Jess: Damn. I missed out on a lot.

Dean kissed Jess, “Not anymore, babe.” The new couple hugged each other and talked until the sun came up, each content and happy for the first time in a long time in each other’s arms.

2 b continued.

Brian