I used her 
She used me 
But neither one cared 
We were gettin' our share 
Workin on our Night Moves 

- Night Moves, by Bob Seger 

A house full of wonderful sisters and brothers...why the hell am I wandering around the grounds, alone - at night? Maybe I am needing to soak in the beauty and tranquility of this mystical place. Even from this distance, I can hear voices - laughter, squeals - emanating from the Temple. Dominic was thick in my soul. I forced myself to concentrate - to sort out where he fits into my life.

So much has happened. My soul feels like it has aged a hundred years. Would that make me older than Cort? He did tease me about his age not too long ago. Maybe we should compare notes.

I can still sense Hando's presence, even though he is away with the A-Team. A-Team. Which one is George Peppard? Heh. I've asked the goddess to please help that man at least try to get along with the others. So much testosterone in a small area. I hope Bud doesn't kill him, if he shows up.

What of myself? I'm so randy - I admit that I have blown the dust off the toys in the footlocker and have expired 2 packs of batteries. Call me the Temple Bike, if you will. Am I making up for lost time? Am I trying to prove something to myself? Who knows! I do know that I am having a wonderful time. The Temple brothers a veritable buffet of cuisines...that must be sampled, one and all.

I knew I was a great distance from the Temple when night sounds fully permeated the air, drowning out the wildlife at my home away from home. Subconsciously, I was following a path that Uma had told me of - one that led to the deepest and most lush part of the creek that flowed through the property. The moon, in its grandeur, was bright enough to light my way.

Oh! Here it is! How beautiful and serene. The moon reflected on the smooth-as-glass water was inspiring. I did my best to memorize all the details - for later use in my writing.

Walking to the edge, I removed my shoes and sunk my toes in the mud. Heaven. Of course, I had to wade in a bit. The water was cool enough to refresh, yet warm enough to be comfortable. I scoped the area carefully for any signs of human life, confident that no one else could possibly be out and about this late.

Satisfied, I waded back to shore and removed my clothes, giggling to myself. 

I entered the creek, allowing the velvety soft water to wash over me. When was the last time I skinny-dipped? Diving under, I swam to the center of the stream, where it was the deepest.

What was that? Sounded like a horse. That couldn't be - I heard East polishing some sister's saddle...before I began the journey here. Maybe the pasture backs up to the creek and the horses are out grazing.

I returned to my languid breaststrokes, listening intently to the evening sounds...the gurgling creek, the crickets, the...footsteps?

I began to panic and lowered myself in the water, only visible from the nose up, making my way to a log protruding from the side of the creek from which I entered. Great...probably a sister. If it's Uma, she will find my clothes, and steal them. I'll haveta walk back to the Temple in my birthday suit. Wait. The footfalls are too far away and coming from a different direction, who?

I could see him in the moonlight - a rough looking cowboy emerged from the trees on the other side of the creek, leading his mount to the water to drink. He looked up and around, suddenly - as if he heard, or maybe sensed something he should be aware of. Shaking it off, he led the mare to a tree and tied her reins off.

Walking back to the water's edge, hands on hips, he scanned all his area. Gasp! He was taking his clothes off! Oh no! This is a fine mess I've gotten myself into! Now what do I do?

Oh my...what a nice chest...and look at...damn, I wish he would turnaround...ohhh...I know who that is...The Man. What was his name? Egan, that's right. Where has this leatherneck been hiding all my life?

When he turned to enter the water, I hid behind the log again. Oh you silly girl. Just make yourself known. You and he can talk about - what ever comes up first...hee...

I snuck a peek. Where did he go? The horse was still tied to the tree, but his owner was nowhere to be found. I lifted out of the water to get a better view. Nothing. It was like the creek swallowed him up.

Good time to make myself gone, before I embarrass myself. I had begun to paddle back to my side of the creek when I felt something grab my legs and pull me under.

Drowning was not how I intended to go. I fought with whatever had me, but it only tightened its grip. I gasped out my last breath of air and felt the edges go dim.

With a flourish I was yanked back to the surface, face to face with Egan. I coughed and spit out creek water all the while attempting to cuss him silly. 

He laughed and spoke softly, "You're orright. Spying on a bloke is not nice." 

"Spying? I was here first! Now let me go. I'll leave you be and..."

"No, I don't think so. You've gotten a good look at me. My turn." 

"Cheeky bastard, aren't you?" I decided to play high and mighty. "I don't even know who you are." I stuck my chin up in defiance. 

Chuckling, "It's Egan. I get the feeling that you know that already. You're Teener. Let's drop this game, what say ya?" 

Before I could protest, he placed his lips on mine - a bit too firmly for my taste, but becoming more gentle as I relented to his advance. 

When he pulled away, I spoke - breathlessly, "How do you know me? We haven't met!" 

"I can read. Go to the board everyday. Watched you leave the Temple. Followed you here." 

"What!? A simple, 'Hi, howya doin' would have been more gentleman-like. Now who's the spy?' 

"I don't think you want me to be gentleman-like right now." He punctuated his comment by pulling my hips to his, allowing me to feel his less-than-gentle man.

He had a good point. Who was I to argue? 

"And what makes you think that I am interested in you?" 

"This." As if the world down-shifted to a slow frame by frame advance, his hands moved up to my face, fingers outlining my cheeks. His eyes dropped to my lips, thumbs moving long my bottom lip. With parted lips, he eased into my own. Hypnotizing me. Egan's pace was frustratingly slow. As I tried to speed things along, he maintained his course. Patient. Bending me to his will. I realized I was his prisoner.

Rocking his mouth against mine in the most exquisite rhythm, I sought purchase on this body, wanting to touch and memorize him all over. Satisfied that I was completely under his power, his lips moved down my neck while his hands turned my body so that he was behind me. Still aware of his throbbing want, I leaned my head to rest on his shoulder. Egan's well kept beard and mustache tickled my ear as he spoke little hushed nothings, telling me things about myself that I did not know - things only a lover would say. His voice, deep, reverberating. He could have been citing the Sesame Street theme, and it would have had the same erotic effect on me.

I was incredibly ramped up and found it hard to keep my body still, wanting to shove his hand between my legs - or turn around and impale my body on his own. Not allowing his capture to find release, he continued on - speaking - teasing, until I began crying in my luscious pain and misery. Cooing to me, he dropped his hand to my upper thigh.

Oh so close. 

I felt his lips smile on my shoulder, and he ever so lightly brushed my clit with his thumb. 

The stars were not out yet, but I saw them. I sobbed his name over and over, thanking him. For what, I'm not sure, but I did know that the experience he just gave me was extraordinary. Such self-control and will power this man possessed!

Little did I know...

During my recovery, Egan had pulled us both to the edge of the creek, close to where my clothes lay. I opened my eyes and realized that we were laying half in / half out of the water on a shallow sandbar. He was laying over me on his elbows, smiling, twirling my hair in his fingers. The moon framed his head and shoulders in the background.

Tilting his hips up, he positioned his needy length at my opening. I drew his face to mine, wrapped my legs around his lower back and welcomed him inside. 

Long strokes, became shorter, faster - breathless. Guttural sounds escaped from his mouth as he edged us closer to the peak. The motion of our bodies caused the water to lap in waves, baptizing us over and over.

Egan pulled my legs up to my chest, removed himself and then thrust back in, watching his honey-slicked member disappear. I exploded once more - without warning. I raked his back with my nails and urged him on. Harder and faster.

As I tumbled down into my coital abyss, I heard a primal scream echo in my head...

Egan's quiet snoring woke me - how long we had been asleep, I wasn't sure. I admired his perfect moonbeam-kissed form - even his cock in its now flaccid state was magnificent. Why hadn't I ever asked him for a visit before? Perhaps I was viewing our world through my Hando-tinted glasses, not noticing what was right in front of me - Dom, East, - and now this man. He stirred and we engaged in a bit of lover play as we swam and washed the mud and sand from our skin. Egan insisted that I wait and allow him to ride me back to the Temple. How could I argue with a man who holds such great power over my body - who can make me come with his voice and a light touch? Not this girl...