By Trynia Merin and Jade

Disclaimer: KISS, Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons are real persons, and this story is not meant to harm or demean them in any manner. It is a work of fiction. Terri Mason and other characters are property of the author, © Trynia's Journies. Veronica is property of Paulswomyn, Shannon is property of Lady Demon, and Melissa is property of Jade. Rated R for sexual content and language, so no readers under 18 please.

Chapter 7

Shannon pulled the candy apple red '65 Mustang convertible into the parking lot of the convention center. She had gotten the brochure from Terri, who was supposed to meet her here at noon for the plan to work right. All the suited patrons bustling through the spinning glass doors were dressed to the nines in business suits. Shannon squared her shoulders and marched right into the front lobby, holding her temporary pass.

"Hi," she said to the information desk, a blue booth with a large placard overtop. "I'm a friend of Terri Mason's. Is she here today?"

"You can have us page her, if you would like," said the receptionist. "She wasn't slated to do any lectures…"

"That's okay. She was supposed to meet me here. I'm her friend Shannon…"

"Well let me see what I can do. A lot of people have been talking about her lecture lately. They had quite a good turnout…"

"Well that's Terri for you," Shannon laughed. "Always loves to be the center of attention…"

Shannon pulled out her cell phone, realizing it would be easier to call Terri. Glancing at her watch, she realized it was ten minutes past twelve. She tapped her boot impatiently, and pulled out her cell. Anxiously she stabbed buttons on it.

"Hello, Terri? Look, I'm right here waiting for you, gal. We've not got a lot of time…"

"Look, something's come up… I don't know if I can get home to meet you guys for lunch and shopping…"

"Terri, you'll seriously regret it if you don't come now," Shannon said firmly. "And if you don’t' come out now, I'm coming into the convention and I'm gonna drag your butt out here myself!"

"But I'm with a friend…"

"I'm your friend too, you know. You don't wanna let me and Melissa down do you? Us KISS gals have gotta stick together!"

As she spoke, she leaned on the edge of the information booth with one bent arm; her phone poised at her ear with her other hand.

"I'm sorry… I lost track of time…"

"C'mon… I promised Gene I'd bring you back…"

"Well Gene can wait…"

"No he can't… he wanted to meet us there…"

"Really but…"

"C'mon Terri… pleeease? If I don't bring you with me in thirty minutes, Melissa's gonna kick my ass!"

"All right. I'll be there…" Terri's resigned sigh came.

"Great," Shannon chirped. "I'm at the information booth. Tell your chemistry buddies you've got urgent business!"

Despite her promise secured from Terri, Shannon strode past the information booth to the front doors of the large expo. She saw line after line of booths through the huge glass fronted doors, professionals milling about. She looked quite a contrast in her leather jacket and lace-up leather pants, all in black with her black leather purse hung over her shoulder. Pushing glasses further up her face, she noticed Terri in a deep maroon business suit, cut above the knee with a double-breasted jacket walking next to a tall gentleman with light brown curly hair. He seemed very professional looking in his navy blue, two-piece suit and long tan raincoat draped over his arm. Who the heck was he, and why was he leaning over to press a kiss to Terri's cheek?

Shannon shook her head, and moved a little closer to the door. Terri and this mystery man were moving out to the lobby, and didn't see her there yet behind the pillar. She could hear their conversation for a minute.

"I can't Leo, I have friends visiting…"

"But you could invite them for dinner… right… and your boyfriend…"

"Leo, I don't think it's a good time right now…"

"Well, can you at least give me your address? I could stop by sometime…"

"Leo, it's great to see you again, but I'm not exactly ready for that yet. I'll have to ask my boyfriend…"

"Why? Does he control your comings and goings?"

"No of course not… but he might get… jealous… I mean you are my ex and all…"

"Well, he can live with it. I'm a friend, remember?"

"I know… but please, bear with me. I need to think about this…"

"I'm still here for the rest of the week, and the week after that. Merck's trying to do a deal with Algroup Lonza here in LA… and I volunteered to help develop a new assay…"

"Leo… I have to go, okay? I'll call you…"

"See you…" he called after her. She rushed away, and walked past the pillar where Shannon was standing.

"There you are!" Shannon scolded her. "I was worried sick!"

"I'm sorry…"

"C'mon, we still have enough time…" she smiled, then glanced back to notice that Leo was following them. "Who's your friend?"

"Terri, you didn't introduce me to your friend…" he called, catching up with them.

"Uh Leo… this is Shannon, one of my best friends who's visiting. Shannon this is my ex boyfriend… Leo."

"Ex has such a negative connotation," he added hastily. "But it's nice to see Terri has such attractive friends…"

"Thanks, I think," Shannon answered, giving his hand a tentative shake. His eyes were walking up and down her tight leather outfit, but she saw the glint of something else there. Intensity, and a certain judgement she didn't care for.

"Leo, Melissa and Shannon are out of town. I haven't seen them in months, and I already made plans. So I'll see what I can do…"

"You haven't seen me for five years," he joked. "So what's another week. Don't wait too long…"

"Dr. Malcolm, there you are!" called Dr. Price as she rushed out. "Someone from the National Gallery wanted to talk to you… and they ran into me… hi Terri!"

"Hi Beth… see you later…" Terri called out as she rushed out with Shannon who practically maneuvered her out the door playfully.

Leaving Leo and Beth glancing at each other awkwardly. "What was that about? She looked in a hurry…"

"Some female friend of hers," Leo muttered. "Can't say I care much of her. She looked like some biker chick…"

"You can't judge a book by its cover," Beth shrugged. "Terri's friends are her business…"

"She didn't even give me her address," he muttered.

"Well, maybe she had a reason," Beth said. "Her boyfriend being a producer and all, sometimes those Hollywood types are secretive about their private life…"

"Hmm," he muttered. "Excuse me…"

He rushed off after Shannon and Terri, and saw Beth rushing after him. "What are you doing?" she asked as he held up a hand and rushed out across the lot. Carefully he copied down the license plate of the red mustang convertible. "KIZZLVE!" was scribed on the license plate from New York State. Complete with a KISS bumper sticker with four familiar makeup faces that Leo recalled from years ago.

"Sheesh, a KISS fan," he shook his head. "I never recall Terri being into KISS…"

"Well apparently she is.  I haven't heard of them for a long time. Didn't they do a reunion tour?" Beth wondered. "Anyway, Dr. Cox wanted you to talk to him about a new assay for 4-bromo-benzine…"

"All right," he nodded. He made a careful mental note of this Shannon woman, and the KISS license plate. Something tugged on his mind lightly, and it nagged him all the way back into the Expo trade fair as Beth led him back to speak to Dr. Cox from Algroup Lonza. He endured a two-hour conversation with a man who rattled on in a thick Scottish brogue, before excusing himself for a quick cup of coffee.

Both men sat at the small table, their briefcases at their feet. Dr. Cox had a People magazine under his hand, and was stirring sugar into his hot tea when Leo noticed the picture.

"Hey, can I look at that?" he asked.

"Certainly, Dr. Malcolm…"

"Excuse me a minute…" he said, taking the magazine and leafing through it. The KISS logo was on the front, and he leafed through it to StarTracks. There was a large article about the KISS kasket, with a large spread of Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley underneath the title.

"LEGENDS NEVER DIE… KISS KASKET KASHES IN… the Continued merchandise still racking the big bucks, although KISS has said goodbye after thirty years, Gene Simmons is still banking on its moneymaking power. KISS fans apparently say Legends Never Die, and this fact is making the former members very happy. Who needs retirement when you have such a loyal following?"

"This is utterly ridiculous," he laughed. Just then his eye tracked down the page to the photo spread of the members and related other images. He blinked and almost dropped the magazine when he more carefully looked at the woman standing next to Gene Simmons. Under the caption it said, "Gene Simmons and Girlfriend Terri Mason seen at the Oscars… for their new movie Forever Sterling…"

"Damn… it's not possible," he muttered. Yet it was her, larger then life in a long velvet dress, her hair tousled in a hundred buck style, Gene's arm tucked around her waist, and her hand reaching around behind him suspiciously.

No wonder Terri had been secretive about her latest boyfriend. He was an ex rock star, and one of the most infamous womanizers, having slept with over 3000 women over the last thirty years. Anger burned inside Leo, and he crumpled the magazine in his hand. What was Terri thinking? Gene Simmons of KISS? He had to be imagining this!

But it would explain the girl in the leather with the KISS fan car. Immediately he knew what he had to do. He had to get her away from that man, and fast. Get her to see reason, and rescue her from a life of depravity before Gene threw her away. First that meant finding out where she lived, and second he would have to find a way of getting her away from this womanizer. Before she threw her life away and her heart. He had never stopped thinking about Terri all these years, about how she had been a missed chance. She seemed the most compatible woman he had met, and he regretted losing contact with her. He knew that eventually he could run into her again because she was so determined to be a scientist. Now he knew why she'd been so elusive. He could only guess what circumstances led her to be the latest flavor of the month for Gene Simmons. A plan began to unfold in his scientific brain.

"Reason will prevail over hormones…" He nodded. "Somehow or another you will see reason, and come to your senses. And I will be there to help you… every step of the way."

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Paul knocked on Gene's door, holding the present under his arm. He handed it to the attractive red head standing at his shoulder. Veronica looked up to him with a look of amusement as she took the gift for him to hold.

"Well why don’t' you ring the doorbell?" she nudged him.

"Hey, I like pounding on Gene's door… it rattles his cage!" Paul laughed back as he pounded again, more heartily this time.

"I swear you guys are like brothers!" Veronica groaned. "All the testosterone flying!"

Just then, the door swung open, and Gene was behind it, taking in the looks of Veronica's comfortable sundress, which was spring green and low cut, conforming to the dimensions of her attractive figure. "Hey Paul! Hi Veronica! I see you managed to get Romeo to behave and come here on time! Good going…"

"I have him well trained," Veronica winked at Gene, as she led Paul into the house. "So where's Terri? Where's the womyn of the hour?"

"Shannon's fetching her," Gene laughed. "We have quite a surprise planned for her…"

"Has it really been one year?" Paul wondered, as Gene closed the door behind them both. Already Bruce Kulick, Eric Singer, and Melissa sat around, talking casually.  Veronica noticed Eric's hand clasped around Melissa's.

"Hi, this is Veronica," he said introducing her as he walked her in. Eric and Bruce stood up, each shaking Veronica's hand. She smiled and greeted them in turn.

"Hi, I'm Melissa," the honey blond answered, and Veronica was pleased to meet the plus sized model Terri had told her about.

"I liked your novel, Melissa. A very interesting yet strongly liberated womyn. I enjoyed how she shed the vestiges of her imposed lifestyle and adopted a much more idyllic setting…" Veronica said.

"Thank you," Melissa answered. "Terri's mentioned you're quite the writer yourself…"

"Indeed…"

"She's well on her way to becoming an English professor," Gene answered. "Aren't you?"

"Glad someone remembers," she joked, poking Paul in the ribs. Turning to Gene she asked, "So what's the plan? Someone forgot to fill me in…"

"Well we were filling something else in," Paul teased, and Veronica nudged him.

"As I was saying, someone neglected to mention what the big plan was. I assume since she's not here it's a surprise party?"

"Nothing but," Gene nodded. "And they're already late…"

"You know that freeway traffic," Melissa put in. Eric walked over to her and slipped arms around her waist from behind.

"Let's watch for her," Paul nudged Veronica.

"We're gonna be waiting out back. You guys can get her to come out into the pool area, and leave the rest to us…" Gene said with excitement.

"Looks like we're drafted," Paul said to Veronica.

"The only remotely military connection I'll ever have," she laughed as they went to the window to wait.

"Look for a '65 mustang convertible, bright candy apple red," Melissa said as Eric walked with her to the pool area, followed by Gene and Bruce.

"How about a quick game of Pool?" Veronica asked, wandering over to Gene's pool table from teh window.  Paul grinned, taking two sticks down from the wall with the rack of pool balls.  Veronica nabbed one cue from him, and the triangle that she tossed down on the table. Together they assembled the balls in the right sequence.

"Now.." Paul said, lifting the triangle up.  "Let's see what youv'e got..."

"Correction, Minnisota Fats, let's see what you've got!" she grinned, chalking up her stick.  As she walked past him she tagged him with the end, leaving a little blue circle on his bare arms. He wore a sleevless vest, white linen that revealed his marvelous hairy chest.

Chapter 8

"Terri, what is the deal with that guy back there?  He was following you like a lost puppy," Shannon asked her as they drove toward Gene and Terri's home.

"He's just an ex I ran into at the convention, no big deal. I told Gene about him… he's harmless…"

"But did you see the way he was looking at you? Like he was practically hot for you? Don't you think he might have some hidden agenda in mind?"

"I told him I'm in a relationship with someone else. He knows better then to be stupid. I mean he's a scientist."

"Even smart people can be stupid," Shannon rolled her eyes. "Especially Scientists… who can be book smart but people stupid!"

"Well, I'm sorry I kept you waiting… but we had agreed to lunch…"

"Well, I promised Gene I'd take you home for a moment before we go out. There's something you forgot about back at the house…"

"I wonder what,' Terri sighed. Shannon bit her lip as she glanced at her friend. Terri seemed so preoccupied, Shannon hoped she would appreciate Gene's surprise.

They pulled up into the street instead of Gene's driveway, and Shannon parked by the guesthouse entrance round the back. "What are you parking here for?" Terri asked.

"I'm gonna wait here while you run in and see what Gene wants…" she said. "Go on… he's waiting…"

"What the hell…" Terri grumbled, and picked up her briefcase. She walked into the house by the front entrance, and noticed all the unfamiliar cars, and some familiar parked there. Just then Veronica opened the front door and came out to meet her, arms extended.

"Hi womyn! Long time no see!" Veronica smiled. She folded Terri in a big hug of greeting.

"Veronica, what are you doing here! This is a surprise!" Terri got out.

"Well we were in the neighborhood, and there was somethign that Paul forgot about till today. So we came over..."

"Veronica, you and Paul happen to live in this neighborhood," Terri pointed out.

"C'mon in… I have something to show you," Veronica urged, taking Terri's arm and leading her through the front door, past the sitting room. She noticed the pool table still had a few balls strategically scattered, with the two cues resting against it.

"What's going on here… is Paul here…"

"He's in the pool in back… why don’t' you come on and look…" Veronica urged, taking her firmly by the arm and walking her along.

"This is crazy," Terri stammered out, till they arrived at the pool. Clusters of red and silver balloons festooned the chairs and tables, shimmering foil ribbons tied around some of the poles. In the water floated brightly colored beachballs and flowers, while absolute quiet reigned.

"Uh… Veronica… what is this about?"

"Surprise!" a chorus of voices called out. They leapt out from every direction, and Terri was definitely surprised, he eyes widening as Gene moved over and put a party hat on her head. Razzers and rattles flickered in a cacophony of sound, she stood there stunned as Paul, Bruce, Eric, and Melissa clustered around her. Veronica took her briefcase, as Paul slipped off her jacket.

"Happy Anniversary, sweetheart," Gene rumbled into her ear, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She was boosted up into his arms, and for nearly a minute his tongue slipped past her lips to dance with hers in the merged space of their mouths. Lights flickered into her eyes, and she noticed Shannon with a 35-mm camera snapping pictures. Over his shoulder, Bruce held a camcorder, and Gene set Terri down. She wiped a tear of surprise from her eyes, feeling her face flush.

"Awww… shit, this is too much," she got out as Gene held her hand, and pulled her close to his hips.  His hands grasped her rear firmly, rubbing it with firm caresses.

"You deserve it," Shannon laughed.

"For putting up with Gene for a full year!" Paul laughed, kissing Terri on the cheek. "Congrats…"

Shannon grinned and moved over to Gene's other side, handing a foil wrapped present to Terri. "You see why it was so important I dragged your butt outta there?"

"Happy anniversary, Terri," Bruce whispered, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. He passed the camcorder to Paul, and stood near Terri, hand on her shoulder.

"Even you're here? But I thought you were on tour…"

"Union's on break," Bruce smiled. "Gene invited me…"

"Way to go, Terri," Eric grinned, his arm around Melissa's waist. Gene took Terri's hand and led her over to where a large sheet cake and refreshments were gathered. The others pushed other presents into her hands, and Gene helped her to set them down to the side.

"Gene, you stinker…" she laughed as he held her close. "Of all the people you remembered!"

"Of course… which leads me to the main event. My gift to you…"

"Your gift?"

"Come with me," Gene said, and led her away from the main party. "Have fun and start eating, people! Terri and I can't finish it alone!" he shouted back to them.

Everyone filed over to the refreshments, eager to sate their appetites. Off to one side, Gene led Terri to one of the umbrella tables, and pulled out a chair for her. She sat down, and Gene took the seat opposite her. Gently he took her hand between two of his, stroking it sensually.

"What is this big surprise?"

"There's something here you really want to try. And I'm giving it to you…"

"What?"

"If you want Bruce, go for it," he laughed.

"Gene, are you serious? That's nuts!" she laughed.

"Well, I love you baby, and I want you to know that what makes you happy makes me happy. And having Bruce for the day is something I figured you'd like…"

"I was thinking about that too, Gene. And I wanted you to know, if you want Shannon… I won't mind…"

"Thanks sweetheart," Gene whispered. "And then if we're still in the mood, we can meet later and compare notes…"

"You are awful!" Terri groaned as Gene kissed her softly.

"Now… have fun…" he grinned. She opened a present he pushed into her hand, and blushed when she opened it.

"Gene, you're terrible!" she groaned.

"They're Italian, the best in the world…" Gene teased her.

"Aww I do love you," she laughed, throwing the box back at him.

"That's not all," Gene held up a hand. "That was just the gag gift sweetie. There's something else…"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wrapped box. She tore off the gold ribbon with excitement, and slowly opened the velvet lined with red silk. Her mouth dropped at the lovely ruby pendant, framed by diamonds in gleaming gold. It matched the bracelet she sometimes wore.

"Ohhh this is beautiful," she got out. She leaned forward as he latched it around her neck, fingering it for a moment in his grasp. Classy, and a nice size, she reflected. That ruby must be at least two and a half carats with quarter carat diamonds framing it in a square pattern.

"You like it?" he asked her, with a smile.

"Yes, it's wonderful… and I have something for you…"

She reached into her skirt pocket and withdrew the flat box. He unwrapped a lovely chain-link man's bracelet, of a good size and weight. Gene's eyes glistened as she latched it around his left wrist just under his watch.  On the metal disc were their intials intertwined into an intricate design.

"So you remember who's the main woman in your life... you're mine, remember?" she winked.

"Is there a radio tracker in here?"

"Well I ran out of money for that... but you get the idea..."

"Most definately."

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Soon the sounds of splashing could be heard in the distance as Terri sipped a bit of white wine. Paul had brought a bottle to toast the couple, and Gene took one sip from Terri's glass as he walked past. Bruce moved up to Terri, and lightly took her hand in his.

She saw Gene move over to Shannon, who was wearing a tight red two piece suit that showed off her bellybutton and fine stomach and thighs. They were toned and strong, and she was chatting lightly to him. Slowly Gene's hand stole down her bare back to her butt, lightly rubbing.

"I missed you," Bruce whispered into her ear softly. She felt his arm slip around her waist, and she did the same, pulling him close. For a moment, the green monster surged in her gut, but when she felt Bruce's hand slipping up and down her back with light feather touches she soon buried the feelings.

She glanced over at Gene, who had taken a piece of cake in hand, and was holding up a bit of frosting to Shannon, who licked it off. Bruce tugged her over to the refreshment table with a gentle nudge, directing her toward the cake.

"Mm," Shannon whispered as Gene's tongue lapped her fingers.

"Why don't we go somewhere else… a little more private?" he asked her.

"Since when did you worry about that?" she joked.

"Hmm, since now…"

"Well, I was wanting to get you to show me the guesthouse… where you painted on the makeup… did you remodel that too?"

"Well, step this way and we'll find out…." Gene grinned, beckoning with one finger. Shannon met his challenge, licking her lips. Taking his extended hand, he led her to the guesthouse across the terrace.

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"Hey, I was writing a new song the other day, and I thought I might like to share it with the others... before I knock off some of the rough edges," Paul said as he came over with Veronica.

"Want to play it for us?" Veronica asked him.

"Yeah…" he nodded.

"We'll come join you," Terri nodded, nudging Bruce.

"It would be great to jam with you, Paul," Bruce nodded. "Did you bring your guitar?"

"Are you kidding?" Paul laughed. "C'mon… let's use Gene's studio…"

The two couples strode into the main room, and then found the studio where Gene had his equipment. Bruce grabbed his guitar, and Paul took a moment to get his. The womyn were already waiting, looking at the various guitars Gene had resting on racks at intervals in the room. Gold records festooned the walls, near posters of performances past.

"Gene sure has his own collection. Almost like Paul's… but more practical," Veronica commented, looking at the distinctive Punisher series, and Gene's own custom bases.

"Yes, he's got a few…"

"You ever learn to play?" Bruce asked, coming in to join them, his guitar case in hand. Paul followed, carrying his own. They both pulled their instruments out, and glanced at the available amplifiers. First, to plug in was Bruce, then Paul.

Terri noticed the piano, and moved over to it. Veronica watched amused as she played a few chords on it, a little rustily, but rather well. "I took lessons again," she explained to them. As Paul and Bruce were strumming, Terri keyboarded a progression after them. Veronica moved over and sat near Paul, watching his hands move over the strings.

"Are we supposed to just ooh and ah here?" she nudged him. "This passive thing is starting to wear thin…"

"Well, I could show you," Paul winked. Bruce strode over to where Terri was matching their doodling on the large piano, and nodded appreciatively.

They began to play Christine Sixteen, and Veronica rolled her eyes. "That is such a sexist song!" she commented.

"Yeah, it is, shame on us!" Bruce scolded Paul. He sat down on the corner of the piano bench, and nudged Terri over.

By now, Veronica sat on Paul's lap on a chair, and he pulled the guitar to rest on her lap. Reaching around her, he positioned her hands into the right frets. Every once in a while her hand stole down to rub his thigh, as his hand strayed over her breast. She turned her head to cast him a wink.

Bruce and Terri continued to play together, him on guitar, and her on piano. "Play a chord progression of G, then C, then E," he instructed.

"Okay…" Terri nodded. Bruce began to hum something into her ear, and she realized he was whispering words to her, and playing the start of a tune against her chords.

"Play a little… with it…" Bruce urged her. She couldn’t believe she was playing with one of the best guitarists she had heard. Gene was quite good, but Bruce blew them all out of the water, his hands and nimble fingers moving over the strings like magic.

They heard giggling coming from across the room in Veronica and Paul's zone. Slowly Paul was reaching around Veronica to rub her breasts through her dress top. She was reaching down between her legs and his, her hand snaking to parts unknown. Even Paul's other hand was stealing around to rest on hers, lightly stroking. Leaning over her shoulder, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

"This straps digging into my neck," Veronica whispered.

"Why don't I loosen it for you then?" he whispered into her ear.

"Why don't I just put it down…."

"Yeah, put it down, now," Paul urged. She slipped the guitar off, and Paul set it down on the rack to the side.

"Now, let me play with you a little," she laughed, and moved to straddle him. She ran her fingers over his shirt, unbuttoning it as she ran her hand underneath. She caught his lips in a soft but firm kiss, her hands walking all over his muscular body.

"Right in front of us," Bruce muttered into Terri's ear. "Never did have any self control…"

"I'm losing mine now," Terri whispered, her hand stroking up Bruce's thigh. He blushed for a moment, and then realized Terri wasn't phased at all by her friend's hanky panky. Slowly he reached over and caressed her cheek with the back of one hand.

"I missed you Terri…"

"How much?" she asked him, eyes darkening with desire.

"This much," Bruce whispered leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. He took a moment to break the kiss, moving his guitar to his back and wrapping his arms around her. Terri tossed one leg over his lap, and pulled him into her arms. Glancing past his dark hair she saw Paul bared to the waist, his lips locked in a heated kiss with Veronica on the chair. Her dress was ridden up to her waist, her underwear visible now. Both were totally oblivious to the world in general, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Bruce, his lips fused into Terri's peered past her dark hair to see Paul tug Veronica's dress up and throw it down. Only in her bra and panties, she ground against Paul's hips, working her fingers into his hair as she kissed him yet again.

"Oh… baby," Bruce whispered against Terri's lips. Her kisses seared his mouth with sweet fire, and her warm body rubbed into his arms with sweet softness as he strong hands kneaded up and down his back. They felt the intensity twanging into their own beings, excited by Veronica and Paul's open display of their love.

"Mm," Terri whispered into his ear, and shifted onto the bench. She lowered her leg, and pulled Bruce into her lap so he straddled her. It was a new sensation for Bruce to be on a woman's lap for a change, and he kissed her on the top of the head, his hands running over her chest to caress her breasts. They were large and soft in his fingers, and he couldn't resist fingering her to hardness there. Against her belly she felt him grow stiff and hard, and rubbed her belly against him.

"Damn, this is driving me nuts," Bruce groaned. He heard loud groans coming from across the room, as Paul suckled on Veronica's now exposed breast. She unbuckled Paul's belt, reaching inside his pants now to finger him. He gasped, and moaned as she moved down, and knelt between his legs. Red hair fell as ringlets of fire over Paul's lap, as her face descended. She held his hands at his sides, imprisoning his wrists in her hands. Bruce watched closely as Paul's eyes rolled into the back of his head in sheer bliss at what Veronica must be doing. His head tossed back, spine arching as he almost came out of the chair. His loud moan split Bruce's ear with its raw sexual energy. Every muscle of Bruce seemed to resonate with the sexual tension spewing into the studio from one couple to another.

"Terri, I can't stand it…" Bruce whispered urgently. "I need you…"

"I know," she winked, and reached for his shirt. She pulled it out of his waist, and he practically tore the buttons in his effort to strip it off. He got off her lap, and took her hand, leading her over to the couch in one end of the studio. Laying her down, he lowered his body onto hers, his fingers clenching at her clothes desperately. Lips fused to hers in a hard deep kiss as he captured her elusive tongue with his mouth. He groaned with relief at the feel of her hands reaching between them to unbuckle his belt and unzip his tight jeans that seemed so confining. Once he was released, he felt the cold air on his hottest parts, letting his sigh hiss through his teeth with relief. They stripped off the jeans, and he tugged Terri's skirt up, stroking and kneading her sturdy thighs. He stripped her stockings off, and all but ripped at her blouse with his fingers. She let him spread the halves aside, his fingers searching for her breasts housed in the silky fabric of her bra.

Underwear peeled off next, followed by her bra, and his own remaining clothes. She took a moment to caress him in her hands, and he closed his eyes at the feel of her gentle yet eager touch. "God Terri don't torture me…" he gritted.

"Too bad, because you're my anniversary present, and I call the shots…"

"Oh?" Bruce winked.

"Yes," Terri laughed, and flipped them off the couch, till he landed on the floor under her thighs. She rubbed herself against him teasingly, and he stifled a cry of passion. Her hands caressed his chest up and down, working like a sculptor with clay.

"Paul, oh GODDESS!" Veronica screamed as Paul buried his head in her lap this time. She sat on the chair, her position reversed with his. His dark hair hid her own mysteries from Terri and Bruce's direct view, but Paul's face must be examining her very closely indeed.

For a moment, Bruce's gaze locked with Terri's, who was astride of him. He couldn’t enter her just yet, for she held his hands pinned under hers, her thighs straddling his waist. He liked the feel of her weight pinning him. He leaned up to kiss her, but she only brushed his lips with her tongue teasingly.

"You want it?" she laughed.

"Yes…" Bruce asked.

"Yes what?"

"Yes… please…" he gasped. "I need you Terri…"

"Just a moment," she winked, and reached among her clothes. She pulled out a small wrapped package, and tore the paper. Surprised, he watched as she unfurled the protection and teasingly slipped it over his awaiting excitement. It drove him closer to the brink because she moved so slowly. For a moment, she hesitated, positioning her hips above him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I don't know… you want to do what we did last time?" she asked.

"I want to be inside of you… I want to feel you inside and out…" Bruce begged. "Let me, please!"

Seizing her hips, he flipped her over, till she was beneath him, and he parted her knees with his hands. Grabbing her rear, he thrust inside of her in one movement that made her gasp. Heat gripped him strongly as she contracted her muscles around his length. He could no longer control the passion that he held back, and rocked his hips in a frenzied pace, egged on by Veronica and Paul's impassioned screams.

With each thrust Bruce shoved further inside, his eyes squeezing shut with the intensity. Terri lay back, embracing him from below.

"Ooh," he moaned, arching his back with ecstasy. "Terri… don't stop… don't stop…"

"Mmm, that feels good Bruce… I should ask you to keep that up…" Terri sighed, raising her hips to meet him luxuriously.