Title: BoT:  Invasion

Author: Alan  (A.K.A:  Qurinas)

Disclaimer: The Star Wars Universe and characters belong to George
Lucas and Lucasfilms.  However, I am writing for my entertainment and
the entertainment of others. I am making no money from this.

Setting:  A couple of Tatooine teenagers try head to Tosche Station…

Rating:  NC-17. 

POV:  1st Person Narrative/Anywhere But Here/Humor

Spoilers: None.

Author's note:  Each time there is a line of asterisks, it means that
it is a change of Point Of View.  It starts out with the 1st POV,
then goes to the ABH format. 


****

"Finally!"  I thought to myself as I jumped out of my landspeeder. 
The drive from the farm to Tosche Station had not been very
enjoyable.  The heat was blistering today and the wind noise had made
conversation with my cousin impossible.

It had been a long couple of months of waiting.  Both of us had been
simply dying for the new book, Brink of Triumph: Invasion and today
was the day we were going to get it.  We had scrimped and saved,
doing extra chores and even helping out on neighboring farms.  But
now, it would all be worth it.

I walked with a spring in my step to the door of the local
bookstore.  I opened the door and held it so my cousin could enter,
following closely behind her.  It felt so nice to be out of the sun,
in the relatively cool surroundings of the shop.  I quickly looked at
the shelf by the door that normally held the new arrivals, trying to
find the new book, on datacard.  First looking by title, then under
the author's name: Gary Locks.  "Stang," I swore under my breath.  I
couldn't find it anywhere.

I knew that my cousin had walked off to look at another display it
could have been on.  Even though it should have been where I was
looking.  "Hey!" I shouted over my shoulder to her.  "Did you find
it?"  I asked, still facing the shelf, making one last ditch effort
to find it on the new arrivals display.  I heard only silence in
response to my question.  "Cus?"  I called again as I turned around. 
She was over by the shelf as I had expected, but she wasn't looking
at the rows of datacards, but out towards the back of the room.

I turned my head expecting to see Mrs. Dunerider, standing behind the
desk or hoping it might be her very cute daughter Lelia, who happened
to be only a year younger than I was.  However, the person standing
behind the desk was someone I did not recognize.

I looked at the tanned, blonde haired, slim farm boy standing behind
the counter to see that he was looking down at a datapad paying
almost no attention to us.  Glancing back over to look at my cousin,
I saw that her eyes were locked on him and her mouth hung slightly
open as she stared.  I shook my head and chuckled softly to myself.


*      *      *


You inhale sharply, looking over at the very cute, young, guy behind
the counter.  He had sandy-blonde hair that hung straight to a little
past his ears.  He was quite tanned from working out in the sun, just
like you get from being on your father's farm.

You try to remember what you were looking for, before you noticed
him.  However, you can't seem to recall.  Your thoughts seem to be
centered on one thing and your eyes refuse to tear themselves away
from it.

`Sithspit,' you think to yourself.  `Stop staring before he sees
you!' you scold yourself as your cheeks flush with mild
embarrassment.  You look back towards the shelf and begin glancing at
the datacards.  You can almost feel his presence behind you and you
turn slowly just as he brings his eyes up from the datapad. Eyes
bright and blue as the sky lock together with yours.  You feel a
tingling on the nape of your neck as the hairs stand on end.

You are lost in the moment as you gaze into the most beautiful eyes
you have ever stared longingly into.



*      *      *


I looked on in amusement as my cousin and the book jockey stared at
each other.  "Doesn't that just figure." I muttered to myself.  I
knew my cousin very well after countless talks in the moisture fields
as we worked on my uncle's farm.  We talked about any number of
subjects, including her taste in men.

Even though she often strayed from what her "dream man" would be, I
knew exactly what she wanted in a man; cute and innocent, with boyish
good looks.  She often talked about "her innocent little farmboy" and
her somewhat nefarious plans for him when she found one.

I shook my head laughing to myself as I walked over to her.  I
reached out to get her attention…



*      *      *


The eye contact breaks as you feel a mildly sharp poke in the arm. 
The young man across the room suddenly blushs and casts his eyes back
towards the datapad.  You feel the color increasing in your own
cheeks and your heart flutters at the sight.

You turn to see your cousin Naal, standing next to you softly jabbing
his extended index finger insistently into your shoulder.  "See
something you like?" he asks smugly, motioning his head to the young
man behind the counter.

Your flushed cheeks, which initially were signs of desire, now turn a
deeper red with newly rising embarrassment.  You grimace and slug him
in the shoulder.  "Knock it off!" you snarl under your breath.

He chuckles and rubs his shoulder mockingly.  "Ok, ok," he says
holding his hands up in surrender.  "You win."  You begin to feel
your embarrassment waning as you can tell he does not plan to make a
fool out of himself, nor you in the process. 

"Have you forgotten already?" he asks.  You think back to your reason
fro driving into town, the new Locks book!

"Of course not!" you exclaim, causing the head of young man behind
the counter to peer up at you.  You quickly lower your voice, "Of
course not.  I was looking for it."

"Yeah, right," he chuckles as he looks down at the shelf.  "Stang!"
he swears a little too loud for your taste, considering the
circumstances.

"Would you watch your mouth," you growl.  You hope the nice young man
didn't hear your cousin's flash of gutter mouth.

He looks at you with a furrowed brow and only shakes his head.  "I'll
tell you what.  I'll go over here and look again.  Why don't you go
ask lover-boy where the book is?" he asks with a wink.

You shoot him a dirty look before whirling away from him and donning
your sweetest smile as you walk to the counter.  You arrive to find
him leaning on his elbows, his nose almost buried in the datapad as
blonde locks hang in front of his eyes.

You softly tap the counter, he moves with a small start and looks
up.  He smiles brightly and you feel your heart begin to melt as you
look into those eyes again.  "Hi," he says warmly.  "Welcome to
Dunerider's Books.  May I help you?"

`Oh, could you ever,' You think to yourself.  You shake your head
clearing away the mischievous thoughts.  "Yes, please.  I am looking
for the new book by Greg Locks, Brink of Triumph:  Invasion."

"Oooh," he replies.  "I am looking forward to that one myself. 
However, it is not due out until tomorrow."

"Oh no," You mutter.  "Tomorrow?"  You see a small frown crease his
lips.

He seems to think for a moment.  "Actually, we have some out back in
the store room to make sure we can meet the official release date."

"You do?" You reply, a plan already beginning to hatch in your head. 
He nods slowly.

"I've never seen you here before," You say as you extend your hand
and introduce yourself.

"I am Luke Skywalker," he replies taking your hand in his and giving
it a gentle yet firm squeeze.  You feel your heart begin to race as
he holds your hand, but all too quickly he lets go.  You see his
cheeks begin to get a hint of color again.  A good sign he enjoyed
the contact as much as you did.

You smile.  "Nice to meet you.  When did you start working here?"

"About a week ago or so," he answers.  "I work out at my Uncle Owen's
farm.  However, I recently had a small…..ummm….accident with my T-16
Skyhopper," he says, glancing down seeming a bit embarrassed.  "Biggs
cut me off around Widow Maker's turn in Beggars Canyon.  I was lucky
my ship was the only thing damaged…"

You feel a bit more relaxed as he speaks to you.  You lean forward
slightly, listening intently to his tale of his latest flight down
Beggar's Canyon.




*      *      *



I couldn't keep from chuckling as I watched the conversation between
the two.  She was so into him, it was ridiculous and he was so
enthralled by her it was equally pathetic.  I listened with half-
interest to his tale about the perils of flying. 

"Wow, why don't you just add a fleet of pirates to your story?" I
muttered.  "You sound more like you are saving the galaxy then
fooling around with the guys."  I shook my head in amusement, knowing
that I wouldn't tell the story any differently if I was trying to
make headway with a girl either.

I watched as the conversation moved forward and casual touching began
to occur between the two participants.  `We might be able to get that
book after all,' I thought to myself.  `If she plays her cards right,
that is.'



*      *      *


You are enjoying the feel of Luke's hand on your forearm as he
finishes his tale.  Not for the first time, you feel a gentle
stirring in your loins as his sweet smile and bright eyes warms your
heart.  "So, what is it that you do?" he asks, with what seems to be
genuine interest.

You begin your tale of your mundane life on your father's farm.  You
feel a growing warmth as he hangs on your every word and your casual
touches become longer and seem to carry a hidden meaning.  You finish
your tale and lean forward invading well into his personal space. 
You sit there enjoying the closeness before he backs away slightly.

"You know," he says.  "I do have a couple of books out back.  I can't
sell you one.  If I did, Mrs. Dunerider would lose her license from
the Hutts to sell Yar-Led books.  I really can't do that.  But I can
show you one, as long as you promise not to tell anyone.  I'm not
even suppose to let someone see one, let alone allow them in the
storeroom."

You follow as he leads you to the storeroom.  He looks at Naal
standing at the front of the store.  "Do you know him?" he asks.  You
inform him that he is your cousin.  He quickly asks Naal to watch the
store while you are in the back, telling him you won't be too long.

`Not if I have anything to say about it…' you think to yourself, a
devilish grin coming to your lips.  You follow him to the storeroom. 
He walks to a nearby shelf as you ease the door shut behind you,
making sure not to alert Luke that you have.

He turns and smiles presenting you the softbound book.  You glance
down at the cover.  You see the depiction of the great Imperial Ace
Soontir Fel.  You read the back to discover the story is about him
vanquishing the alien enemies of the Empire.  "Wow…" you manage.

"Yeah," he nods smiling.  "I can't wait to read it.  Oh well, only
one more day."

You frown.  "Sadly, I won't be able to come in until we make another
supply run next week.  We are going to be very busy at the farm." 
You see Luke look down sullenly and can tell that he felt bad.  But,
you knew he wouldn't sell you the book.

You place it down on the shelf nearest the door and you walk up to
Luke.  "Hey, don't worry about it."  Your heart thunders in your
chest, hoping you are not making a mistake as your rest your hand on
his chest.  Luke's eyes widen like a frightened felinoid.

You slowly shut your eyes and lean in towards him.  The world goes
black around you as your lids shut out the light.  You begin to think
you've made a mistake when Luke's lips do not touch yours.  But,
after what seems like an eternity you feel a soft, tentative kiss on
your lips.

You feel a surge of nervous energy as he draws back before planting a
series of soft, short kisses on your lips.  You pull back and open
your eyes and see that his face a few inches from yours.  A blush
highlights his cheeks, but his blue eyes seem to burn with a nervous
excitement.

Wordlessly you take a tan poncho that is hanging from the door and
bring it over to the corner of the room, which is barren.  You lay it
down like a blanket on the dusty floor before sitting down.  You look
up and see a shocked Luke Skywalker, who seems not to know what to
say or do.  You smile as warmly and reassuringly as possible and hope
your next move isn't too forward.

You raise your hand and extend your index finger with the back of
your hand facing Luke.  You curl your finger in towards you beckoning
him closer.  He hesitates for a minute, but quickly moves over to sit
beside you.  He leans in again with the excitement of a teenage boy,
that only a teenage girl could provoke.

Any shyness Luke had previously seems to disappear, as your kisses
grow more passionate and needy.  You break the kiss and lean in to
plant strong, yearning kisses at the base of Luke's neck.  Your
attentions drive him to take a sharp intake of breath.  You let your
breath escape in a pleasurable groan enjoying the response you are
getting from the farmboy.

Luke begins to feel more comfortable as his hands roam around your
back.  His lips find your earlobe, where he gently begins to nibble
and caress with his lips and tongue.  You sigh as your desire builds
and a low groan escapes your lips.

You let your hand drop to the area of his belt and run your fingers
from his covered navel down his thigh.  He jumps as if you
electrocuted him.  He chuckles nervously.  "Sorry…" he murmurs.  You
smile softly before returning your lips to his neck and your hand
returns to his thigh.

Luke seems less jumpy this time as you guide him to lie on his side,
facing you.  You are both lying in your sides, kissing and
caressing.  You guide your hand to the obvious signs of his arousal. 
Luke gasps as your run your fingers gently over it.

You smile inwardly at how easy it is to get a response out of a boy. 
Seems it is so easy with them…




*      *      *



I waited by the front shelves for a few minutes before making my way
in the direction of the storeroom.  I got to the door and pressed my
ear to it.  For a moment, I heard nothing.  However, I soon hear some
muffled moans and heavy breathing.  `Excellent,' I thought to
myself.  `Let's just see if I can score too.'

I eased the door open as gently and quietly as possible.  Once the
door was opened a crack, I leaned close to the space to look into the
room.  My eyes immediately went to movement in the corner of the
room.  I saw, lying on a poncho, the tangled limbs of the counter boy
and my cousin.  I quickly looked away having no interest in seeing my
cousin engrossed in such an activity.

I cast my eyes around the room.  They came upon a large stack of
books across the room.  It was Brink of Triumph:  Invasion!  But
there was no way I could get into the room without the counter boy
seeing or hearing me.  As I shook my head in frustration, I glanced
at a shelf near the door.

Then I saw it.  A picture as clear as day, of Soontir Fel.  I smile
the size of Coruscant spread across my face as my hand shot into the
room.




*      *      *


You can feel Luke's fingers pulling at the waistband of your pants.
Nervous doubt blossoms in the pit of your stomach, feeling like a
block of ice.  However, it quickly melts away under the onslaught of
the passion in your ear and the fire in your loins.

Luke eases his hand past the waist bands of first your pants, then
your panties to brush against the soft curls of hair beneath.  You
moan loudly as an electrifying sensation runs through your abdomen as
his fingers begin to softly caress your womanhood.  Passion grabs you
as you thrust your hands into Luke's trousers to take firm hold of
his engorged shaft.

Your lips meet in a fiery kiss as you both caress each other,
breathing heavily into each other's mouths from the attention.  You
break the kiss as you hear something coming from the door.  Fear
grips your heart when you think that maybe Mrs. Dunerider has
discovered you.  You break the kiss as Luke buries his face in the
crook of your neck.

You shudder as his breath raises goosebumps all over your body.  Your
fears subside when you see it is not the storeowner, but your
cousin.  His hand quickly swipes the book from the shelf.  You see
the door being eased closed when you feel Luke start to pull
away.  `Maybe he heard the door!' your thoughts scream.  You place
your hands firmly on his cheeks and pull him into a passionate,
probing kiss.  Your tongues dance in each other's mouths, before he
breaks the kiss after several long minutes.  You are both gasping 
for air.

He leans in so his face is not much more than an inch from yours.  "I
hope this is ok…" he begins.  "I really can't have sex with you….you
see….I've never done….you know…it, before."

Your heart melts at the sincerity, innocence and respect in his
voice.  You are wary to tell him this, but you say it before you can
stop yourself.  "I never have either," you admit.

You both continue to look at each other happily.  "I really like
you," he says smiling brightly.  "I just don't want to rush anything."

You feel a bit nervous and mildly embarrassed, but you need to tell
him how you feel.  "Me too," You say, blushing.

Luke looks at you longingly.  "I would still like to continue,
this….if you want," he breathes.   You only manage a nod as his lips
fasten themselves to your neck with what seems to be the power of a
black hole.  You groan as pleasure fills your entire body and his
fingers begin to softly caress you again.

You gasp as Luke moves his hands, easing a finger towards the core of
your womanhood.  Waves seem to be crashing over you as your pleasure
builds and moans come to your lips louder and with more frequency. 
Luke's manhood begins to twitch in your hand as you stroke him.

His breath runs heavy in your ear as he is too distracted to do
anything but move his hand and enjoy your movements.  You feel as if
every fiber of your being is tingling, as you feel your stomach begin
to flutter.  You cry out as you feel your climax crashing over you. 
You feel Luke's body tighten as his joins you in ecstasy.

You lie there with Luke, your limbs intertwined, your breath burning
in your lungs as your heart attempts to beat it's way out of your
chest.  You look at Luke and lean in to kiss him.  He guides the kiss
in a more loving and caring manner accentuated by the experience you
are both still swimming in.




*      *      *


I carefully took the datapad, tucking it into the waistband of my
pants at the small of my back and covering it with my tunic.  Then I
ran over to the counter to grab a blank datapad.  I quickly entered a
note on the pad and laid it on the counter.  I reached into my pocket
and took the hard-earned money and slid it under the pad.

Just as I had everything in place the storeroom door opened.  A very
disheveled looking pair entered the store.  I smirked and called to
my cousin, "I'll be waiting outside."

I quickly ran out of the store and hopped in the speeder.  I was
hoping she would get out of there quick and we could escape with our
new book.



*      *      *


You stand in a loose embrace with Luke Skywalker and he leans in
close to you.  "I would really like to see you again."

You smile as your heart soars.  You really like this young
man.  `Luke Skywalker,' you think, the name dancing in your head.  "I
would like that," you say softly.

"Well, how about tomorrow night.  I have to meet the Jawa's
sandcrawler with my Uncle Owen to pick out a couple new droids in the
afternoon.  However, after that I was planning to come back to Tosche
Station for some power converters.  Wanna meet me here?"

"I would love to," you say with a giant grin.

Luke leads you out of the store.  "Until tomorrow then," he says
blowing you a kiss as you walk to your cousin's waiting landspeeder.