In This Country Act 01 Ch. 04

"Oh no," Crystal gasped.

"What's wrong?" he asked. If she was starting to feel the cold, he'd sacrifice his jacket to keep the date going.

"I thought we'd get in for free and pay for the rides," she whispered as she realized why there was a line. "But they're making people pay upfront."

"Is that a problem?" Grey shrugged.

"And they have cameras," Crystal replied in a hushed tone. "I can't let people see my face."

"Oh right, you're a heroine," Grey began to understand. "Well . . . uh . . . we can still get in, I think. We'll just have to . . . hmm . . . you know what, cover up your face."

She covered her face with her hands as Grey held her close so that her face wouldn't be recognized by anybody. As they got closer to the entrance, Grey just hoped they wouldn't mind if she didn't show her face.

"Hello, welcome to Weydon's Amusement Park," the clerk greeted them at the entrance. "Are you a family? We have a special going on for families that give them a discount."

"No, it's just me and my shy girlfriend," Grey said.

"Date night?" the clerk guessed.

"You bet," Grey grinned.

"You two enjoy yourselves," the clerk winked, handing them a handful of tickets and letting them pass through.

Looking around, Grey spotted a mask booth and steered Crystal that way. Using the tickets, he bought her a cat half mask to wear and she slipped it on, sighing happily.

"Meow," she imitated a cat.

Grey laughed.

"This place is bustling with a lot of people," he said, watching a group of kids run around.

"From what I know, they had just finished this a few months ago," Crystal informed.

And she was right. All around him, Grey could tell everything just looked better. The rides were cleaner and freshly painted; the electronic system was fully functioning so everything moved a lot smoother; even the air, which used to smell like rotten fish, had the good old saltwater smell everyone adored.

"I'm glad it's been fixed up," Grey agreed.

"Come on," Crystal insisted, tugging on his arm. "You can't enjoy it doing nothing."

And what enjoyment they had. They first checked out some of the smaller rides, the bumper cars and the carousel first, then the looping starship, which totally messed up Crystal's hair, much to Grey's amusement. But the real ride they wanted to get on, after waiting in line for twenty minutes, was the DNA roller coaster. Looping in a figure eight and twisting at every chance, it was the ride of rides, the tester of courage, and the number one way someone could lose their lunch getting on.

Fortunately, neither Crystal nor Grey ate anything before getting on, so it was an exhilarating experience for them. For others though, their enjoyment was less than ideal. The couple was dizzy though, crisscrossing their footsteps to keep their balance as they made their way to a bench.

"Okay, that was crazy," Grey laughed.

"I know right!" she agreed. "It's a good thing we sat near the front. I think someone got plastered with another person's lunch."

"They should make a sign that keeps people from getting on if they've eaten," Grey surmised.

"The people are only eating because they have to wait in line, though," Crystal pointed out.

"Yeah, there's that," Grey nodded. "Come on, let's get something to eat."

They found the food court and ordered their favorites. Grey got a triple cheese pizza while Crystal ordered an all meat one for herself. After they ate, they went around to the other game booths. There was the famous Whack-A-Villain, sack-hole games, basketball games, bowling games, and shooting games, gaining more prizes as they went along. Despite giving up on the gangster lifestyle, Grey was surprised he was still good at shooting when he played at the gun booths, winning and giving all of his prizes to Crystal.

"Now there's a game I want to play," Crystal said, pointing to the strength tester.

"Okay, you go get a spot in line," he said as he moved through the crowd slowly, holding all of their accumulated prizes. "I'll catch up to watch."

Standing near the front, Grey watched as each participant took their turn to try and hit the bell. Though there were many, few actually hit the bell. Most of the participants were average like Grey, so it wasn't that hard to see that they weren't going to make the bell ding.

"Let me show you how it's done," another contestant, a strong looking man, announced as he stepped up to the machine. He grabbed the mallet and, with all his might, slammed it down. The metal ball rose quickly but, although it reached to the top, it stopped short of the bell and fell back to the bottom. "What the fuck? That should've ringed!"

"If the bell doesn't ring, the bell doesn't ring," the game master shrugged. "Would the next contestant like to have a go?"

"No, fuck that, I'm going again," the strong guy declared.

He stepped up to the machine again and swung the mallet with everything that he had. The metal ball rose quickly again, but the bell didn't ring. Agitated, he swung at it again and again, each time making it to the top, but never getting a sound.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but the other contestants would like to have a go at it," the game master insisted. Then he smirked, saying, "But for your valiant efforts, I'll give you a consolidation prize."

"Listen here, you little shit," the man growled, "I know you rigged the machine! I read about how --"

"Excuse me, may I have a turn?" Crystal asked. "I'd like to try it out as well."

"Get lost, bitch," the man spat.

Before Grey could think of a response, Crystal snatched the mallet out of the man's hand. He attempted to grab it back but when she raised the mallet threateningly, he backed off.

"Step away from the machine," she told the game master.

"Excuse me?" the guy asked.

"Step away from the machine," she repeated. "I don't want you changing the pressure to make it easy for me."

"I didn't change anything," the game master said.

"Then move," she ordered, to which he complied.

With all eyes on her and only one pair that she cared about, Crystal stepped up to the machine. She cracked her knuckles, grabbed the mallet, and smashed it against the lever. As fast as a rocket, the metal ball shot up and hit the bell, causing it to ring and, as a result, making Crystal stumble a bit.

"Congratulations, you've won a prize," the game master said, handing her a stuffed toy.

"What the fuck?!" the strong man yelled.

Ignoring both of them, Crystal tore a hole in the stuffed toy and pulled out some of the fluff. Making two balls, she jammed them in her ears and then tossed the toy to Grey, who caught it and put it with their things.

"You lied," Crystal said, a little loud since she had the stuffing in her ears. "Crank it up as high as it can go."

"Ma'am, I can't --" the game master began.

"Crank it up or I'll break the damn thing!" she yelled.

"Okay, okay," he relented, stepping beside the machine and fiddling with it. "There, it's done."

"Now move," she glared.

Once he stepped back, Crystal eyed it suspiciously and then smiled mischievously. First, she moved like a pitcher and reared the mallet back, then slammed it against the lever. It wasn't as fast as her first attempt, but the metal ball still hit the bell. The game master moved to give her the prize, but she shook her head and pointed in Grey's direction. As he gave Grey the prize, Crystal did a little spin and brought the mallet down on the lever again, making the bell ring and earning a second prize.

Grey smiled, knowing where this was headed.

Third time: she jumped and brought the mallet down. Ring.

Fourth time: she side jumped, one-handedly slamming the mallet down. Ring.

Fifth time: she threw it. Ring.

Sixth through thirteenth times: she held the thick rubber itself and beat the lever. Every attempt earned her a ring.

Fourteenth attempt: she used her weaker, left arm. It was a lot slower than when she used her right arm but it still rang.

Fifteenth attempt: she broke the mallet on impact. Ring.

"I think that's enough from me," Crystal smiled, tossing the broken mallet at the game master.

"You have to pay for this!" the game master yelled.

"No, I'm sure you have another one behind the booth in case stuff like this happens," Crystal replied, staring the man down. He held her gaze for a moment but, knowing he had a game to run, gave in and went behind the booth. As for Crystal, she went over to Grey and asked, "Who wants free prizes?"

The crowd rushed over to the couple where Crystal gave out the prizes she won. They mostly went to the individuals who fell for the game master's scheme, but even then, a few others got prizes as well. The only prize she didn't give away was the first prize she won, a torn, plush toy that looked exactly like her.

"Even when you're wearing a mask, you're saving the day," Grey kissed her sweetly.

"Well, he was cheating," Crystal said. "But it was fun to show off."

When they made sure they weren't being followed, Crystal made the platform by the river again and Grey stepped on it. The ice chair was waiting for him and he sat on it gratefully. As for their prizes and bags, Crystal made a large ice box for them to go in and then pushed the platform out into the river.

Unlike earlier, Crystal took her time getting them across the river as they talked about their favorite parts of the amusement park. The platform bumped against the shore eventually though and they stepped off and walked to Grey's apartment, leaving the gifts and toys he won for her on the platform.

"Boy, I had fun," she stretched.

"Good because I had a workout," Grey smiled, looking up to the dark sky.

"I'm glad," Crystal giggled. "It's going to make you big and strong in the future."

"Does it bother you?" Grey suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?" she said, not understanding him.

"Well normally, our roles would be reversed," he shrugged, not meeting her eye. "And when we were at the strength testing game, I could tell a few people expected me to have a go at the game."

"First of all, if I was bothered by our 'reversed roles'," she replied. "I would've made it known. I'm not, so I don't. Secondly, I'm a heroine because of what I can do. If anybody wants to fight Asphalt in my place, then I'll let them have a go at him. Since no one is offering themselves up, I'll keep doing what I'm doing. Finally, stop comparing you to me. It's stupid."

"Sorry, the idea just came in my head," Grey apologized. "I just wanted to know you're thoughts on it."

"Does it bother you?" she asked him.

"Of course not," he answered immediately. "I'm completely fine with it."

"Alright," Crystal said, kissing him on the cheek, "night."

"Night," Grey replied, watching her walk away.

As he unlocked his patio door, Grey couldn't but feel stupid. The mood was all set and nicely going, but he had to ruin it. He just had to open his big mouth and ask a stupid question. She even reprimanded him. He dropped his head into his hands and sighed. I wouldn't be surprised if she stopped dating me because of that, he thought.

What did surprise him was a pair of arms wrapping around his neck. Twisting in the embrace, he looked Crystal in the eyes as she kissed him lovingly. How did . . . I thought . . . it doesn't matter, he thought as he closed the patio door. They followed each other around the room, blindly feeling for the couch as they were too busy kissing to use their eyes. When they did find it, Crystal pushed Grey down to sit and crawled on top of him.

"I think someone needs to be reminded who wears the pants in the relationship," Crystal purred in his ear and started to kiss him again.

Ever so subtly, she slipped her hand down his stomach and rubbed his crotch with her fingers. Grey moaned contently as her hands worked to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. Still massaging him, Crystal snuck her hand beneath his boxers where she felt the girth of his cock skin to skin. For Grey, his whole body was on edge as he let Crystal stroke his sensitive flesh.

Still kissing, she pulled his boxers down completely and moved down to where his cock lay. It was pretty good size, seven inches was nothing to scoff at. What worried her was if her skills were as good as they were a year ago, which, while not high quality, wasn't that bad. Only one way to find out, she thought.

Starting from the tip, she licked the underside of his cock and back to the top. A sigh of ease came out of Grey for a bit, encouraging her to keep going. Continuing, Crystal licked the sides as well, trying to find the place that got the most noise out of her boyfriend. She knew the tip would've worked, but that was the quick and easy release and she didn't want that. She wanted to draw this out and make it last so he had something to remember in case they wouldn't be able to meet up for a while.

At the moment though, Grey was only thinking about right now. Knees jerking, hips bucking, him gasping and all because of her tongue. She'd lick the underside and then the sides, seducing his erection endlessly. What made it even better was her cold grasp, touching the skin on his pelvis and sending shivers up his spine.

And then she put him in her mouth. He lurched forward in surprise as if she did the unthinkable. It wasn't that it was unexpected, it was just . . . an entirely new feeling. Now, it wasn't just her tongue, but also her cheeks, the back of her throat, and the suction that was making him fight a losing battle. He didn't know why he was fighting it anyway, but his body wasn't handing over what she wanted that fast.

"C-C-Crystal, I-I-I'm . . . I-I'm close," he stammered as he held onto the couch.

To counter the resistance, Crystal increased her speed just a little bit. His nerves were being bombarded as his body struggled to hold it in. Tensing, he was like a spring as his muscles tightened. One by one, the last of his defenses were falling, each stronger, but smaller, than the last. His body would never let it go unwillingly.

"Ooh, here it comes, oh shit, shit, I'm -- CAH!" he shouted as his pelvis sprang off the couch, lodging his cock in her mouth.

Thick syrup-like semen spurted in her mouth. Not deterred, Crystal had to gulp quickly, treating his cock like it was a thick, meaty straw. He quivered as she continued to suck him, cum flowing from his balls, out of his cock, passing through her mouth, sliding down her throat, and traveling to her stomach.

"Yummy," she said as she released him.

"Shit where did that come from?" Grey asked.

"Practice," Crystal smiled, kissing him. Grey had no qualms about tasting himself on her tongue, though. It was kind of erotic. "What do you think?"

"That was perfect," he panted. "But if you think you need to get better, let me know."

"So can I try it again . . . now?" she inquired.

"Go right ahead," he said, leaning back against the couch.

*****

It was the last Thursday in the month of June and Crystal was agitated. Ever since the villains' plan had been thwarted, crime mostly consisted of meager thugs and crooks trying to make an extra dollar, nothing too challenging or satisfying for her. Commander Shinobay had told them because of this 'grace period', the heroes needed to be training at least three times a week. Crystal didn't mind the order, it was just it interfered with her evening plans.

And regarding her evening plans, she had been shocked to find out even those had to put on hold. Most of the time she went out to meet with Grey, it had been Tuesday. However, this past Tuesday, Grey had to go in for work to cover for one of his workmates. No problem, she said. However, Wednesday passed and Crystal didn't want to wait for Friday. Anything could happen between now and then.

That was why she standing on Grey's patio at six in the morning.

6:03 AM Crystal: are you off work

6:10 AM Grey: sorry yeah I'm heading home

6:11 AM Crystal: I have a surprise for you when you get home

6:13 AM Grey: you're at the apartment?!

6:14 AM Crystal: yep

Fifteen minutes later, Crystal heard tires screeching in the parking lot as a car came to a stop. She heard a few incomprehensible words before the vehicle began to drive off. Keys jingled at the door as Grey unlocked it, racing inside to see what surprise had for him. He opened the patio door and gave Crystal a hug, while she stood rigidly on the spot. Looking up, he saw that his coworker, Reggie, was staring at them both.

"I'll see you Saturday, Reggie!" Grey yelled, to which the car drove off. "Come inside, Crystal."

"Did he recognize me?" Crystal asked as she stepped inside his apartment.

"I doubt it," he shook his head. "I mean, he was probably staring at you because you're looking good."

Of course Crystal wasn't dressed in her heroine bodysuit; she didn't want to be recognized by a random bystander. Instead, she wore a sexy blue sweater dress that showed off the top of her shoulders, plus her bra strings, and teased her cleavage, with cuffs at the end of her wrists.

It hugged her with a passion, showing off every curve her body had. Along with the sweater, she also wore a dark pair of boots that reflected the morning light. That isn't to say she didn't have her body suit with her. It was in the picnic basket she held, flattened beneath the food she packed for their breakfast.

And she didn't pack a picnic either. Eggs, bacon, sausage, bagels, hash browns, waffles, and even a bowl full of syrup were stacked neatly in the basket. Grey inadvertently licked his lips, unable to recall the last time he ate a breakfast meal.

"Did you make this?" he asked.

"Not all of it," Crystal said.

"I normally eat around noon," he told her, "but for a meal this good, I can make an exception."

"Then let's dig in," she grinned, licking her lips as she placed the food on the table.

It didn't matter what food she did or didn't make to Grey. Breakfast was breakfast and Grey wasn't one to waste food. However, when he loaded his plate, Crystal pointed out the dishes she made and he got a good portion of it. He knew it put a satisfying feeling in his heroine girlfriend so he made sure to enjoy all of it.

And the good thing was that it was pretty good too.

Once they were finished eating, Grey put the leftovers in his fridge. Turning around, he almost ran into Crystal. She had a coy smile on her face, as if there was another reason why she stopped by. And then she licked her lips, nice and slow.

Those were the same lips that kissed his mouth, with a tongue that loved to visit. Those were the same lips that beckoned him forward, his cock growing with every step he took. Hell, those were the same lips that sucked his cock. He hadn't even been able to masturbate properly because of those lips. There was no way he would be able to recreate the suction that emptied his nuts . . . twice.

He had to have those lips.

They grabbed each other and sealed their lips together. Tongues dancing in sync with their movements, Grey soon felt the fridge against his back as Crystal maneuvered him around the small kitchen. He froze momentarily as her leg brushed against his thickening member.

Crystal, on the other hand, didn't freeze, deciding to rather embrace him tightly and rub herself against him. She then began to slide down, making sure her body stayed in contact with a specific body part. When she made it to her knees, Grey had a rather sizable tent in his pants.

"So what's in here?" she asked.

"Maybe a sausage," Grey suggested.

"Ooh, those are delicious," she winked.

By then, Crystal already had Grey's pants around his ankles. She reached up and, with one yank, had his boxers joining his pants. His cock did a slight wobble for a bit, but quickly stood proud and rigid.