"I’ll never leave you.”
Cheyenne heard Austin’s soft whisper all around her and stepped forward, arm outstretched, reaching for nothing as she called out. “I’m here, Austin. I’m here. Where are you?”
Cheyenne whirled around as the light in the bedroom dimmed. "Where are you?" she asked again, her voice weak.
Darkness surrounded her as the final stream of brilliant light was suddenly snuffed out. "Austin, please, where are you?"
Cheyenne shot up straight in bed, sweat plastering her satin nightshirt to her back.
"Hmm?" She heard Peter mumble in bed next to her. He turned over to her and sat up too, touching her arm. "What? What happened?"
Cheyenne panted out, "I...uh...nothing. A dream. It was just a bad dream."
Peter leaned over and gently pulled her back down to lie next to him in bed. He brought her trembling body close to his. "You're shaking. What was the dream about? Was it that bad?"
Cheyenne blew out a breath and snuggled deeper into Peter's chest. She shook her head and melted into the warmth emanating from his body.
"No. I'm fine. Just...cold."
That was only half of the truth. In reality, she was haunted by the vivid dream of her first, now deceased, husband calling out to her as she slept. It felt all too real. So real that she didn't even want to mention it to Peter, her current lover of two years.
Peter kissed her forehead. "You sure you're okay, baby?"
"Mmm-hmm," she mumbled, wrapping an arm around him. Moments later, the steady up and down movement of his chest let her know that he was sound asleep. But sleep evaded her as she stared blankly at the moonlight seeping through the blinds in front of her.
Cheyenne mentally forced herself to slow her breathing. It was just a dream, she said, trying to comfort herself. But as much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, she knew that it felt all too real.
Cheyenne patted the heavy arm Peter had placed over her waist and turned her head to look over at him. She smiled at the man sleeping peacefully at her side.
Cheyenne could only imagine how nice and light it must have felt to be free of all burdens the way Peter seemed to be. He didn't have a spouse who'd been his first and only love, leave him suddenly after a fatal car crash. He didn't have to worry about feeling as if a part of his world that he knew would always be there was now gone forever. And he didn't spend his life comparing every person thereafter to the love of his life.
Cheyenne moved toward Peter and kissed his cheek. He was a good man and good to her. And she was grateful that he'd shown up in her life. But sometimes she felt horrible because she knew she couldn't properly return the love he gave her.
Cheyenne rested her head against his warm cheek, finding herself slowly lulled to sleep by his quiet breaths.
Cheyenne opened her eyes with the call from the familiar voice. Her entire body warmed and she smiled knowingly. Austin.
"I'm here, Austin."
Cheyenne moved to climb out of the bed and when her feet touched the floor, she realized that she didn't feel the usual hardness of her bedroom's wood flooring. Instead her toes sunk into the plush, downy feel of carpet.
Cheyenne looked down and ran her foot over the carpet beneath her. It felt just like the carpet of the home she'd shared with Austin. She looked behind her and immediately recognized the king-sized bed shrouded in the burgundy colored sheets that she'd shared with Austin.
Cheyenne reached out a hand to smooth over the familiar satiny texture. There was no way it could've been a dream. Not when everything was so vivid. There was no denying the feel of the Berber carpet between her toes and the sheets under her fingertips. She was even surrounded by the familiar vanilla scent that used to fill their bedroom.
Austin, she whispered into the dark room. Where are you?
Cheyenne took a step over to turn on the lamp at her bedside. She slowly scanned the room, but she was there alone.
Cheyenne walked around, searching every corner of the room--the closet, the attached bathroom. Still, she was the only person occupying the space.
Despair knotted her chest as she spun to glance around the room again in search of Austin. She fought back the flood of tears that threatened to fall. It felt like losing him all over again.
Cheyenne moved over to plop down onto the bed. She collapsed onto the pillows, covered her face with her arms and bawled her eyes out.
But then a light touch against her arm startled her. She quickly removed her arms and opened her eyes to meet Austin's smiling face.
She gasped. Austin stepped forward and with the side of his index finger, he wiped away the moisture staining her cheeks.
"Why are you crying, Chey?"
New tears of joy streamed down her face as she relished in the familiar feel of his touch against her skin. Austin grabbed her hands and lifted her onto her feet.
Cheyenne's heart fluttered in her chest when she met her husband's warm brown eyes. She knew she'd missed his comforting gaze but looking at him again brought back an overwhelming wave of sweet nostalgia.
Cheyenne felt her knees buckle beneath the weight of her emotion but Austin caught her in his arms just in time and pulled her body close to his. Her head fell against his chest and her eyes closed as she melted into his tight, strong embrace.
"I've missed you so much." Cheyenne barely managed to get the words out before the sobs that she'd repressed for months finally came rushing out.
Austin said nothing, and didn't try to stop her tears. He waited patiently as she released, his hands moving up and down her back, smoothing the pain away.
As the flood of tears subsided, Cheyenne looked back up into his face. "I missed you."
"Did you miss me?" she asked.
Austin's face glowed with his soft smile. "How can I miss you? I'm there with you always."
Cheyenne brows crinkled in confusion and Austin continued. "I'm part of you forever, just as you are of me. I'm not leaving you, even if you don't see me there with you. But if you're still and quiet, you'll feel me there."
A hot feeling of realization swept through Cheyenne's body as she recognized the truth of his words. She remembered the times she'd sat quietly, her thoughts drifting toward him. She remembered the feeling of being surrounded by an unexplainable warmth and a knowing that it was Austin.
"Yes, that was me," Austin said, reading her thoughts. "I'm always here with you. He placed a palm on her chest. "When you think of me, when you call out for me, I'm right here, babes."
Cheyenne's shoulders softened when she heard his pet name for her. She'd missed even the little things about him but was comforted knowing that he was always around.
Austin pulled her into his chest and whispered against her ear. "I seem to remember you not being so sentimental when I was around. When I was with you I wasn't this saint you're making me out to be now. Remember? I was the guy who left his shoes in the middle of the bedroom floor. And the one who always left the toilet seat up."
Cheyenne waved her hand dismissively, as if batting the truth of his words away. "Yeah, but I don't care now." She chuckled softly then looked up into his eyes. "You know, sometimes I look over at the floor on the other side of the bed, expecting to see your tennis shoes, muddy after your morning jog…"
Cheyenne's voice trailed off and her smile faded with her now wistful expression. Austin tightened his hold, pulling her in for a deeper hug. "Shh…" he said, kissing her forehead. "I'm here now. Just share in right now with me."
Cheyenne nodded, lifting her face up to look into his eyes. They were still the beautiful deep brown that she remembered when they were together. But the love within them, reflecting back to her now, was much more intense than she'd ever experienced before.
Austin brought his mouth down toward hers until their lips met. Cheyenne sighed and melted into his embrace. It wasn’t enough to merely say that she missed him--missed his hug and his kiss. No, this felt like much more than just simply missing him. But whatever it was, she basked in the warmth of being in his presence again.
And as their tongues intertwined she found herself falling deeper into their merge. Austin's arms pulled her in closer to him until she could feel his chest crushing her nipples through her thin nightshirt. He reached up to finger the hard nubs, eliciting a long moan from her throat.
Austin took her sounds as his cue to quickly whip her shirt up over her head and reveal her round breasts. He cupped the globes lovingly and his shining eyes returned to hers. "I missed you too, Cheyenne. All of you. But especially these beautiful breasts."
Austin leaned down to take her left breast into his mouth and suckled intensely as if further confirming the validity of his words. Cheyenne cupped the back of his head as he sucked and let her own fall back in surrender as she lost herself in the sweet sensation.
The excited nerve endings throughout her body lit up as he persisted, dining on her as if she were the most delectable dish he'd enjoyed in ages.
His hands made their way to her ass, cupping her cheeks as he lifted her off of the floor and laid her back onto the bed.
Cheyenne groaned, missing his touch even for the few moments it took him to pull off his own clothes.
When he returned to the bedside, Cheyenne smiled at the familiarity of her husband's frame. Even the birthmark on his collarbone was still there. When he climbed atop her, she traced the golf ball sized discoloration. Cheyenne placed a tender kiss against the mark and sighed when she felt his fingers begin a languid caress of her sex.
"Mmmm, still as wet as I remember you being, babes." He leaned down to take her lips into his mouth, nearly devouring her as his fingers slid in and out of her slick core. She let out a soft murmur of protest when he momentarily pulled his lips away from hers. But when he stared at her hotly and brought his fingers soaked in her dewy juices to his mouth, she drew in a sharp, surprised breath.
His long-lashed eyes narrowed as he sucked her essence from his fingers. "And you still taste the way I remember, too."
Before she knew it, his hands were all over her body, which was now inflamed by his scandalous words. And his roaming hands were followed by his roaming lips as they reacquainted themselves with every part of her body finally settling on the heated space between her thighs.
Austin lowered his face to her sex and blew out a warm breath onto the sensitive flesh. Cheyene shivered and held onto his head as his warm tongue lapped at her slit.
"Mmm, Austin," she moaned out. "God I missed you," she said, losing herself in the familiar feeling of the skillful licks that she remembered he'd used to treat her to before.
She raked her fingers through his coarse curls as he took her clit between his lips and sucked mercilessly. She squirmed in response to rhythmic sensations he created that sent waves of pleasure shooting through her limbs. Her fingers and toes tingled as he released the swollen bud to lap it again with steady swipes of his tongue.
"Oooohh," she wailed, grasping at the sides of Austin's face before bucking her hips uncontrollably as she came.
He lifted up, running his tongue slowly across his lips, and crawled up to press his warm body against hers.
Still trembling from the effect of his kisses down below, Cheyenne opened her eyes to meet his intense gaze. He smiled back at her before directing his attention to the satiny smooth texture of her skin as he caressed her cheek lovingly. "I did miss you too, babes."
Cheyenne watched him, unwilling to pull her eyes away from her husband's face, afraid that if she did, she'd lose him again. And she couldn't bear the thought of that.
His hand wandered down to her neck and then found its way to her breasts. His fingers created circles around her nipples before pinching softly at the stiffened peaks. Cheyenne gasped when he lowered his face to sample her as if she were the finest of delicacies. And his hand tickling her clit as he tasted her rounded globes created a tingling that traveled through her body and down her limbs until her entire being hummed with sensation.
And without fail, his efforts quickly thrust Cheyenne into another powerful orgasm. But before she could fully recuperate from the pleasure he'd just given her, she felt the smooth glide of his thick rod into her canal. Thanks to his diligent work beforehand, he easily slid in and out of the tight, slippery confines of her sex.
And Cheyenne couldn't remember ever being as aroused by Austin in life as she was in their dream time together. Maybe it was his absence that had made her heart and her pussy grow fonder.
His arms encircled and wrapped around her body as his lips enveloped her mouth with their merge until it felt as if they’d literally become one. And it wasn’t long before she felt his warm body above her tremble and quake with his forceful release. Cheyenne felt her own canal clench as she exploded into a million pieces with another intense orgasm.
Austin leaned down, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “You don’t have to miss me, babes. I’m always there with you. Never forget that.”
Cheyenne closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of his stubble against her cheek. She couldn’t imagine not missing him when she returned to her real life. She missed everything about him and their moment together only reminded her just how much she did. Cheyenne sighed and lifted her arms to envelop his back and pull him in closer to her.
Peter's hand shook her shoulder, stirring her awake.
"You were making strange sounds in your sleep. You okay?"
Cheyenne blinked as she struggled to find her bearings. Austin, the home and the life she'd shared with him, were all gone. They'd vanished with her dream and she was back to her real life.
"Yeah. I'm okay." Cheyenne turned onto her side to look at him and smiled softly. "Are you okay?"
Peter frowned, confused. He brushed a strand of hair aside that had fallen over her eye. "Yes I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?"
Cheyenne shrugged. "I don't know. I guess because I've been kinda weird lately."
"Just a little stress I guess. Anxiety, I'm not sure."
Peter's thumb caressed her lower lip gently. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm here for you, babes."
Cheyenne's breath caught in her throat. With widened eyes and a short strangled cough, she managed to croak out,"What did you just say?"
Again Peter's expression registered his confusion. "I said that you can tell me anything."
Cheyenne waved a hand,"No, not that part. After that."
"I'm here for you?"
"No, no, after that. What did you call me?"
Peter's eyes turned upward as he struggled to recall what he'd said. "Babes?"
"Yeah, that," Cheyenne said quietly. "That."
"Something wrong with 'babes'? Do you not like it?"
Cheyenne shook her head and quickly wiped away a tear. "No, nothing's wrong with it. You've just never said it before. "
Cheyenne swallowed and tried to give Peter a reassuring smile. She was convinced that by now he'd considered her certifiably crazy. But she didn't want to tell him everything. He didn't need to know that her dead husband had visited her in a dream. Nor that he'd made love to her in that dream in a way he never had before.
She wasn't meant to cling to him and his memory as she'd done for so long. She could feel that clearly now. He'd only wanted her to remember his love for her and to know that no matter how it seemed, he'd never left her.
You don't have to miss me babes. I'm always there with you.
Cheyenne fought the urge to cry again and focused on Peter, the loving man at her side who'd joined with her wholeheartedly to share life with her here and now.
She saw him and everything more clearly now. She was exactly where she should have been, loving the man she was intended to love.
Cheyenne reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly. "I love you, Peter."
Concern furrowed his brow.
Cheyenne moved forward and placed a soft kiss against his lips. His arms circled her waist and pulled her into him as he deepened their kiss.
Cheyenne sighed, appreciating the comfort of Peter's embrace. Her dream with Austin had been out of this world wonderful but the love she felt from Peter in that moment was undeniable.
He was gentle and patient even through her freak outs. And it was clear that his desire for her hadn't waned either. Cheyenne surrendered to his touch as his hands cupped her breasts. He massaged them before lifting her nightshirt to hungrily suckle the rounded globes. Cheyenne lost herself in the sensation of his wet kisses on her taut nipples and threw her leg over his hip grinding eagerly against his erection.
She felt him harden and lengthen further against her panties. Anxious to feel him against her hot sex she whipped down the satin material and helped him remove his own briefs before returning quickly to offer him her breast.
Peter bent down to continue his feast as she pressed her hot sex against the velvet flesh of his dick. But her grinding him wasn't nearly satisfying enough and she wrapped a hand around his erection to direct him into the warm entrance of her soaking wet canal.
Peter moaned with his breach of her tight sex and couldn't resist pushing his way deeper into her, eliciting a high pitched yelp of delighted surprise from her with the force.
Spurred on by the erotic sounds she made, he slowly drew back but returned again with a force that propelled him even farther into her. He rolled them over until her back was flat against the bed and he could mount her providing himself with even more control of their joining.
Cheyenne wrapped both legs around his waist, pulling him into her even more and encouraging his spirited thrusts.
Peter leaned down to kiss her mouth, her cheek, and her neck before whispering in her ear, "You feel so damn good." His words made her sex tingle with excitement and her lips found his again as she sought more of his impassioned kisses.
He brought his hands beneath her body to cup her ass as his pelvis thrust forward, pushing him deeper inside her.
Cheyenne let her legs fall open wider urging him to fill her even more. Austin complied, pushing every inch of himself into her as his enthusiasm heightened and his speed increased. Cheyenne cried out from the pleasure of his final powerful thrusts and held him close when he collapsed, his chest meeting hers.
Peter's breath brushed against her ear as he kissed her lobe. "I love you too, babes."
Cheyenne blew out a slow breath and tightened her embrace around him. She closed her eyes, enveloped with a familiar warmth. Austin's warmth.
Goodnight , Austin, she thought, leaning up to kiss Peter's shoulder and snuggle into the crook of his neck.
Umm....it doesn't make Cheyenne a ho to sleep with two men in one night, does it? I think she's exempt if one of them was in her dreams, right? Yeah, we're gonna go with that. *wink*
Carola smiled at the cheerful rendition of Deck the Halls sung by the group of five carolers at her doorstep.
Though bundled in scarves and gloves and wrapped in layers to keep them warm amidst the cold winter air, they treated her to their refreshingly heartwarming version of the song.
When they'd finished she thanked them with her vigorous applause, then her smile grew wider as mischief danced behind her eyes and she leaned forward in a conspiratorial whisper.
"That was wonderful guys. And I know just the man who would love to hear a song from you all."
Carola pointed upstairs indicating the apartment above her. "The guy in Apartment 225, he's a big fan of Christmas carols. And I know he'd love to hear your beautiful voices."
The choir nodded enthusiastically, wished her a Merry Christmas and started toward the staircase.
Carola chuckled to herself, clapping her hands together with mischievous glee. She couldn't miss this.
She quickly threw on a coat, locked her apartment door behind her and crept slowly behind the carolers. Keeping a safe distance away and out of view, she waited until she heard them knock on Felix's door before she moved in closer. The door opened and without a moment's hesitation, the choir began its song.
Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn king…
Giggling quietly, Carol peeked around the corner until she had the perfect view of Felix's face. He wore a look of shock mixed with mild disgust.
Carola couldn't help doubling over as she laughed even harder at the scene. Felix, though one of her best friends for years, was a true Grinch. He avoided all Christmas festivities and cheer like the plague. He thought it was cheesy and contrived and he refused to have anything whatsoever to do with it.
Carola viewed the scene, surprised that he'd allowed them to complete the entire song without slamming the door in their faces.
When they'd finished, he didn't crack a smile to thank them but instead gave a small grunt and closed the door. A slight feeling of guilt tugged at Carola as she watched the carolers exchange confused looks. But they soon shrugged it off and moved on to another home on the other side of the apartment complex.
Carola rushed up to Felix's door and knocked.
"Look, I don't want anymore carols," he said as he yanked the door open.
But Felix's annoyed expression softened when he saw that it was Carola now on his doorstep. He stepped back, allowing her to enter. "You just missed it. I was ambushed by a group of Christmas carolers."
Carola wrinkled her nose up at him. "Ambushed? I think that's pretty dramatic language there, dude."
Felix's frown deepened. "Wait, how would you know?"
Carola couldn't stop the laughing fit she'd been holding in and let it loose. Her eyes watered and she had to use the wall to hold herself up to prevent falling on the floor from laughing so hard.
Felix cocked his head and shot an accusatory glare at her. "You asked them to come here, didn't you?"
Carola forced herself to quiet and tried to straighten her face. "Maybe."
"Did you or didn't you?"
"I did," Carola admitted, a hint of a smile remaining on her face.
Felix narrowed his eyes at her. "And why would you want to do that?"
Carola moved to his pantry to pull out a bag of chips. She popped a couple of the crisps into her mouth and said with a shrug, "Why not?"
He followed her and reached around to take the bag from her to get a few himself. "Because you know how much I hate that stuff," he said, mumbling around a mouthful of chips. "I can't take how the same people who are nasty all year long act like angels when Christmas rolls around."
"Aww, you need to lighten up, Felix. I know you think it's corny but you should learn to get into the spirit of the holidays. Grumbling around and muttering under your breath like Scrooge isn't really doing anything for you is it?"
"Yeah it is," he lied with a smirk. "Maybe I like having something to not like. Let me have that."
Carola shook her head but stopped when he reached out to touch the corner of her lip, wiping a crumb from her face.
Felix was a good friend of hers who she'd known for five years, but it never failed that when he brushed past her, touched her hand, or placed his palm on the small of her back when they walked together, her mind emptied of all previous thoughts and she could only focus on their point of contact.
They'd seen each other at some of their best and worst moments and she knew more about him than she did any other man she'd ever dated before. But he was like a brother to her, she always told herself. So why was she feeling tingly inside when he innocently brushed the crumbs from her face?
"You know," she said, pushing the bag of chips away and hopping up onto the counter. "Carols aren't all that awful. Some can be pretty nice."
Felix shook his head and leaned back against the counter beside her. "Nah, I don't think so. Like which one?"
Carola was silent a moment as she grinned knowingly. Felix, curious about her long pause, turned so that his eyes could meet hers. Finally she answered, "Like this one."
"Huh?" Felix frowned but his expression quickly changed as he realized what she meant. He slowly pivoted and moved over until he stood in front of her. "You mean "Carolas" like you?"
Suddenly bashful, Carola could feel her cheeks growing hot. "Yeah, like me."
"Hmph. Maybe you're right." He eased her legs apart and stepped forward until he was standing between her thighs. His deep hazel eyes were fixed on her chestnut brown ones. It wasn't just her cheeks that were blazing hot anymore. The heat from her sex alone could have scorched them both.
Where had this come from? Carola had been certain her crush was only a one-way thing. But now she wondered if the innocent brush of her cheek wasn't quite so innocent after all.
"You want to let me hear what your particular carol sounds like?" he asked.
But he didn't let her finish, and she only managed a nod before he placed a finger under her chin to pull her mouth to his. The possessive urgency with which he enveloped her lips took her by surprise, eliminating any doubt about her being the only one with a crush.
He sucked at her lip hungrily and she returned his kiss with equal fervor. His hands roamed from her waist down to her ass and she let out a squeak when he gave it a squeeze and moved her body closer in to him so that she could feel his erection bulging and pressing into her.
He pulled away from her mouth only long enough to rip her shirt off and speedily unclasp and remove her bra. Felix's mouth found her breast and latched on, alternately sucking and flicking her nipples with his tongue until her pussy was throbbing with need.
Carola reached down between their bodies to find that the throbbing of his dick matched the pulsing of her own sex. She could hardly wait until they could finally join. She'd dreamt of it, fantasized about it, never believed it would happen. But there she was in his kitchen, with him between her thighs, fingering her wet pussy through her lace panties and sucking on her breasts.
Felix stepped back to yank off his pants and briefs. Carola wiggled out of her panties as he disappeared into his bedroom and returned, ready to go, a condom sheathing his erect penis.
He pulled her body to the edge of the counter and slid into her slippery wet entrance. He moved inside her slowly as if he wanted to draw the moment out. Had he fantasized about them too, Carola wondered, and now that it was real did he want to make it last as long as he possibly could?
The feeling was mutual and Carola wrapped her legs and arms around him, drawing him into her even more. She felt him deep within her as he slowly dipped into and withdrew from her canal.
Felix moaned against her ear, licking the outer rim and dragging his tongue down to her neck. She shivered at the feel of his lips suckling her, sending shocks of pleasure down her back. Carola cried out when he gripped her ass and began to pump her more forcefully.
Her legs tightened around his waist and she pulled his head over to her breast to allow him to feast on her as he fucked her.
"Oh God, Felix," she screamed as he directed their rhythm, picking up the pace until he drove her crazy with lusty passion. "Please don't stop, Felix."
Carola bit into the flesh of his shoulder as her fingers dug into his back. "Oh yes Felix, yes," she encouraged as he quickened his speed, his pelvis pistoning and driving his hard dick in and out of her.
The hot wet lick of his tongue on her neck sent chills down her back and made every hair of her body stand on end. She whimpered, delighting in the tantalizing sensation.
Felix grunted, emboldened by her enthusiastic appreciation of the pleasure he gave and held on tight to her hips to send her on the ride of her life. He lifted her ass from the counter, flung her legs securely around his waist and held her up as he pumped into her, driving them both to ecstacy. Their passion-soaked cries blended together as they shared in mutual orgasm.
Felix gave one final suck and then kiss of Carola's neck before he lowered her back onto the kitchen counter.
"I have to say, that carol wasn't bad at all."
Carola giggled into his shoulder and kissed the red hickey she'd left there in the heat of their passion. "Did I change Scrooge, after all?"
"I think you did," he said, punctuating his words with a playful squeeze of Carola's ass.
Ohaza jumped, startled by the crash from the adjacent room.
She sighed, wondering what Dafra, her roommate, was up to now. She had to have the noisiest roommate in all of Gryzna, and possibly even all of the Ulastron galaxy.
But Ohaza, who hadn't quite mastered the art of being alone, wouldn't really have it any other way. She couldn't imagine life without her roomie, even if it would have been a quiet one.
She shook her head and smiled thinking about how much extra life Dafra brought to their two-story unit.
Ohaza peeked her head into the main living area to discover that Dafra wasn't alone.
Dafra was crouched on the ground, picking up the sculpture they kept near the front entrance of their apartment. But standing in front of her was a strange man.
She didn't have a good view of him as his back was facing her, but she was curious who Dafra had brought home this time.
When she'd returned the sculpture to its original position, she stood to continue chatting with the stranger but glanced over his shoulder to spot Ohaza.
"Ohaza. I didn't know you were here already." She flashed a smile at the young man who turned to look back at Ohaza as well.
Ohaza studied the stranger. A human. And judging by his style of dress and even his demeanor, she'd guess that he was from ancient Earth. Year 2030 would be her estimate.
"You brought another one?" Ohaza asked, her eyes still on the grinning visitor.
Dafra nodded excitedly. "I did. He's only here for two days."
"You've come a long way for such a short visit, don't you think?"
"It looks like it was worth it," he said in his midwestern American accent. He wagged his brows suggestively. "Especially if it means I get a threesome with two alien chicks."
Ohaza met Dafra's eyes and their joint laughter filled the room. Offense colored the man's face and Dafra placed a comforting hand on his arm.
"Oh, don't be angry, Kevin. We didn't mean to offend."
Ohaza moved toward him, eyeing him more closely. "We don't do that here," Ohaza explained. "But you're quite cute though."
Kevin screwed his face, but Ohaza ignored his disdain and held a hand out for him. "May I have tonight with him?" she asked Dafra, never taking her eyes away from his.
Dafra waved her hand in an encouraging gesture. "You may, if he's okay with it."
"Are you?" Ohaza asked.
The frown on his face disappeared and was immediately replaced by intrigued delight. "Hell yeah."
He took Ohaza's hand, allowing her to lead him back into her bedroom. The automatic door slid closed behind them with a whooshing sound.
Kevin watched it close and then whipped his head back toward Ohaza. His boyish grin was infectious, causing her to smile as well. "Alright, so no threesome. Does that mean it's just gonna be you and me then?"
"It can be. If that's what you'd like."
A giddy, goofy smile lit his face. "So what do you want me to do?"
"You don't have to do anything. Just sit there," Ohaza said, pointing to her bed.
Kevin eagerly complied and took a seat at the foot of the bed.
Ohaza's turquoise eyes shone as she sauntered toward him. "Do you mind if I undress you?"
Kevin's eyes shot open wide and he stuttered out, "N...no...not at all."
Ohaza's mouth lifted into a half-grin, her gray skin giving off a shimmery silver glow with her excitement.
Ohaza effortlessly slipped his pants down and whisked his shirt up over his head. Her eyes changed and were now a bright violet color as she ran her soft palms along the hair of his chest.
"I've always been fascinated by this downy covering you human males have." She leaned forward but stopped just before her mouth met his chest. "May I?"
Kevin nodded vigorously and Ohaza continued forward, leaving a wet trail of kisses along his flesh. But a sudden jolt of pain caused him to flinch and cry out.
His head shot down to find a devilish grin on Ohaza's face as her hand smoothed over the spot she'd lightly nipped with her teeth. "Sorry. Was that too much?"
Kevin's shocked expression softened and transformed into an amused smirk. He shook his head no. "Uh-uh. I'm no wuss. I can take it."
But he soon wondered if he should have considered what he was inviting by consenting to Ohaza's rough play. She was from an entirely different world, after all, he realized a bit too late.
Ohaza's nipping grew more intense, quickly turning into sharp bites and pulls of his flesh. Kevin pushed her away when the last sting was more than be could tolerate. "Hey, hey," he said, his voice high and eyes large, "Okay, yeah, that's enough."
Ohaza giggled and placed a hand over the reddened area. "I forget how sensitive you all are sometimes." And within seconds, a warmth emitting from her palm instantly alleviated the pain.
He looked down in amazement. "How'd you do that?"
She smiled. "That's not so important right now, Kevin. Now we should only concern ourselves with gaining a little more intimate knowledge about one another."
Kevin reached out to brush the light robe she wore down her shoulders. The soft material slipped down and fell easily onto the floor in a puddle at her feet. But his eyes were focused on the shimmer of her nude gray-silver skin.
He reached out but stopped short of touching her. He looked up, meeting her eyes. "Can I?"
She grinned and nodded. His fingers slid down from the middle of her chest to her abdomen and his eyes lit in fascination as a shimmery trail of light followed each place he touched, brightening her flesh.
Kevin's hands explored her body lazily for a few moments, enjoying the novelty of being up close and personal with this woman of another species.
Finally he cupped her waist between his hands and pulled her soft naked body toward his own.
Emboldened by an unexplained sudden urge to have her, he leaned down to take her lips between his own. As they kissed, Kevin inhaled and tasted her all at once. Her taste was sweet and sugary, and wholly intoxicating. And he didn't want it to ever end.
But Ohaza too was driven by a lustful urge to have more of him. Her hand reached between them to find his stiff penis.
She made contact with his hard member, sheathing it with her palm before beginning a slow massage up and down the shaft.
Kevin lost focus, pulling away from the pleasure of her mouth to close his eyes and focus on the way her hands expertly kneaded him.
Then a feeling of warmth prompted him to look down to discover that her hands were now also emitting a yellow glow. And heat accompanied the soft light. His eyes widened at the sight before closing again when she tightened her squeeze.
How was anything else with a regular human woman ever going to be enough again? he wondered. This woman had tricks that were clearly unmatched by anyone he'd ever encountered.
And as if she wanted to further prove his assumption true, Ohaza knelt down before him to take his penis into her mouth. Again he felt a warmth that was now accompanied by the tight wet squeeze of her mouth. Curious, he looked down again to see if even her mouth glowed as she sucked him. And indeed it did.
Kevin leaned back on his elbows and fisted the sheets beneath him as she tightened her grip on him until she delivered a feeling he'd never experienced before.
Just before he felt himself on the precipice of explosion, Ohaza stopped and stood upright. She gently pushed him back until he laid on the bed. Ohaza climbed on the bed and lowered herself down onto his erection.
Kevin blew out a long gush of air as they joined and he relished in the warm wetness inside of her.
She began a steady ride, lifting and lowering herself onto him until he became dizzy with the mind-blowing sensation.
Through the slits of half-closed eyes he saw Ohaza smirking down at him. He was convinced that she knew exactly the effect she had on him.
"What was that about a threesome again, Kevin?"
"Whooo," he breathed out as she began to slowly wind her hips in a circular motion on him. "Fuck a threesome."
She laughed, a soft whimsical sound that surrounded them like wind chimes. "That's more like it."
And then Kevin noticed that the glow was back and between them, where their bodies connected. His hands reached up to grip her rounded, shapely hips and his fingers dug into her soft flesh as her warmth encased them both.
"Good God...how…?" He didn't finish his sentence. How could he when he was overtaken by the sensory onslaught?
And when she sped up her ride, Kevin nearly lost consciousness as the warm feeling of her surrounding him engulfed and overwhelmed him.
Then she began to rotate her hips, squeezing him from the inside until he could take it no more. He released into her, grunting and squeezing at her silvery flesh as she smiled, but never stopped her movements.
The aftereffects of his climax combined with her continuing gyrations only served to keep him stiff and hard inside her. His member was still sensitive from the nerve endings that had been excited from his last climax, but the pleasurable feeling of being encased by her was so much that pulling out of her wasn't an option. He refused to part with the sweet sensations she delivered.
And she delivered more and more until finally Ohaza shook with tremors that rocked her body like waves. Her entire body emitted a light so radiant that Kevin was forced to close his eyes against the nearly unbearable brightness.
She let out a low purring sound as she climaxed, and the clench of her canal hugged his rod so tightly that even he was catapulted into another fierce orgasm that shook his body and hers too as she collapsed onto his chest.
She fingered the hairs on his chest again, clearly fascinated by the feel of it against her long fingers. “You know, Kevin, I think I kind of like you. You’re going to have to return soon.”
Kevin's brows lifted excitedly. "You got it. Do that Christmas light, warmer thing again and you won't be able to get rid of me."
I’m not exactly sure when or where “fairy tales” got such a bad rap. Because it’s usually a pretty bitter, cynical person who even refers to the lovely stories of my people as fairy tales. You can practically feel the disdain plastering your skin when they spew the phrase out as if it’s laced with poison.
Well, everyone has a right to feel however they do about them. But there's really no surprise that the ones who don't believe in fairy tales never get to experience them.
And it's their loss, really, because we’re in the fairy realm, just waiting. But only for those who believe. And what you also may not realize, is that the human idea of a fairy tale is nothing like a true fairy tale. We aren't the ones creating your unrealistic human fantasy stories, so how these became linked to fairies, I'll never know.
For instance, there’s a couple I have my eye on now.
Paula and Oliver.
And their story is the farthest from the human idea of how a fairy tale should look as possible. There are no princes, no knights, no shining armor, and no glass slippers here.
Just two people who are afraid to give their all to one another for fear of being hurt, abused, betrayed, and abandoned. But those fears are just the norm in the human world, though. Fear in general, actually, is what keeps most of them away from their absolute best. And not just in love. But that, well that’s another story entirely.
Right now, my attention is on the potential romance that I'm overseeing between Oliver and Paula.
He’s at her doorstep now after they had a pretty nasty spat last night about his intentions for their relationship. A year and a half they’ve been together, and he’s yet to give her a straight answer about where he sees them going in the future, or if they even have one together.
Paula, of course, has the typical human hang-up of obsessing over the future and needing to define and label things instead of just living in the moment. And we’re used to cases like this one. In fact, we get a lot of these kinds of cases these days, so this should be easy to resolve. So simple that I think I won’t have to call in my own partner, Gerundis, for assistance this time. I'm pretty sure I can handle it myself.
The light turns on. I see the relief on Oliver’s face when the door opens and Paula steps back to let him inside. Even I’m surprised, really. I was sure she wouldn’t let him in so soon. I expected at least another day or so until she’d warmed up to the idea of even seeing him. But hey, I’m fine with whatever is going to make this thing easier for me.
Oliver stood awkwardly next to the front door, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he stared down at the floor and shuffled his feet.
Paula crossed her arms and glared at him as if they were in a standoff.
I sighed. I thought it would be easier than this.
“You need help out there?” I heard Gerundis’ voice echo around me. He hadn’t bothered to show himself but I knew he was undoubtedly watching me and the scene from dimensions away. So I knew he could see me shaking my head in annoyance.
“No,” I said defiantly. “I’m taking care of it.”
His laughter echoed around me in the protective field I occupied as I observed Oliver and Paula. I was getting irritated, a clear indicator that the couples’ negative energy was starting to penetrate my space. Even a shield wasn’t quite enough protection from the deep, corrosive energy that couples emitted in situations like this. So my short temper was no surprise.
“If I need you, I’ll call you.”
Gerundis chuckled once more before I could feel the vacancy from his departure.
Alone now, I turned back to the stubborn couple.
Paula tapped a foot on the tile floor and Oliver looked up at her, exhaling a breath before he finally spoke up.
“Look, Paula. I really didn’t mean to say that I couldn’t ever see us being together. It's just…" Oliver let his sentence drift off.
Paula watched him with her arms folded across her chest. I'd clearly underestimated how difficult this job would be.
My eyes went back to Oliver. He was closing down even more now as the slump of his shoulders became pronounced and his feet turned toward the door. He was ready to leave.
But he couldn't yet. He wouldn't have decided to come to her place like this if he hadn't intended to fix this, or at least to tell her how he felt.
I reached into my satchel. Yes, I did pull out a bag of fairy dust. That's at least one of the things humans got right about us.
I scooped out a handful of the iridescent granules and moved closer to Oliver, breaching the protective shield to blow the particles in his direction. When it crossed the barrier and into their human realm, the dust was invisible, but its effects were potent.
I waited, but not long, because seconds later Oliver's nose crinkled and his face contorted. Next came what I was waiting for. He let out a huge sneeze.
It worked. Fairy dust is a kind of truth agent. It heals and cures illness, but most importantly it can dig way down deep until a person's truth is revealed.
Hopefully, now we could get Oliver to break down his defenses and just speak honestly.
Oliver stretched his eyes wide and blinked rapidly, as unbeknownst to him, my dust was working its magic and spreading throughout his system.
They couldn't detect it but I could see the colorful path that the dust traveled, from his head down to his feet, gradually brightening the field around him.
He stood taller, his back straight and shoulders squared as I knew he was preparing to speak frankly.
"I didn't come here to continue fighting, Paula. I only thought you deserved for me to come tell you how I felt, and not for me to send it with just a text."
Paula swallowed and uncrossed her arms, as her demeanor softened.
"I do care for you. I always have. But the fact that I'm not ready to move to a more serious step in the relationship isn't about me stringing you along. I'm just not sure I have what you'll need in a long-term partner, in a husband."
I watched Paula's face stiffen again as her barrier shot back up to separate them. She was on the defense again, and the reddening of her cheeks suggested that she was ready to let him have it.
"So, you're giving me the” it's not you, it's me” excuse?"
"That's not what I meant," he said with a shake of his head.
They continued their bickering as I reached for the bag of dust again. "Your turn now, " I said, splashing Paula with more of the brightly colored granules.
Her nose wrinkled and she held her hand in mid-air awaiting the sneeze. When it finally came, she gave a shake of her head and looked up at Oliver, her expression softer than before. They laughed together before Paula said what they were both thinking, "Something in the air, I guess."
"Yeah, I guess so," Oliver agreed, his tone lighter now too as he shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against the wall beside him.
It was Paula’s turn to relinquish her defensive barrier. “I don’t want to fight anymore either.” She averted her eyes to a blank spot on the wall behind him and her voice was barely above a whisper when she said, “Actually, I kinda wonder if I feel the same way.”
Oliver’s brows lifted and he pushed off of the wall to take a step closer to her. “Yeah?”
“Um-hmm. It’s just...I didn’t want to feel like I was being led on. You know, you hear friends and the ‘experts’,” she said, raising her fingers in an air quote gesture around the word experts, “always saying that if a guy isn’t ready to get serious within this timeframe, or if he hasn’t proposed by a certain time, then he’s probably just not serious about you.”
Oliver opened his mouth to speak, but she raised a hand to continue.
“But really, I don’t even know if I care. I mean, when you said what you said and after you’d left and I’d cooled down, I started to think about it. And I asked myself, ‘Do you even want something more serious? And is Oliver the man you want it with?”
Oliver’s face dropped, as if he now suspected that her answer to the last question would be no. I smiled. The realization of what he’d had was starting to hit him hard. Somehow I was willing to bet that his own answers to the same questions wouldn’t be a simple no anymore. Not with the way his eyes shone with new respect and appreciation as he watched the woman in front of him.
“I was letting every voice and opinion outside of me scare me and rush me, when even I wasn’t ready to take that step in our relationship. And now, I think I’d rather not do it.”
Oliver spoke up, unable to mask the slight tremor in his voice. “So, you want to completely end it?”
Paula gave a wistful smile. “I enjoy us, and what we have. I don’t question your love for me. And I know I love you. But I love you enough to want to see you wherever you can be happy. And if ending this is what will do that, then it’s what we’ll do.”
Oliver sighed, falling back to rest against the wall again. Paula’s even, measured voice replaced the silence between them. “I don’t want you to think that I’ll be bitter. I won’t. I’ll be upset, but I don’t want to keep you in something you don’t want to be in. Life goes on, Oliver, and so will I."
Even I held my breath as I waited, watching them.
Both had revealed their truths. And now it was only a matter of choice. What would they choose?
You sure you’re okay there? I jumped when I heard Gerundis’ voice echoing around me again.
“God...stop doing that, Gerundis.”
His laughing, usually infectious enough to have me laughing with him, was now just making my skin crawl in aggravation.
It looks like you need a little help, is all I'm saying, he teased with a snort.
"I'm fine," I lied. I had no idea if this would work, and I may have needed to combine efforts with my partner. But I couldn't give up so easily yet. "If I need you, I'll call you Gerundis." I put on my best, most confident voice as I felt his energetic presence dissipate again.
Free of Gerundis' distractions, I turned my attention back to my couple and immediately smiled. They'd moved closer to one another and Oliver's hands were on her arms. He caressed her skin as he spoke to her softly.
"I don't want to lose you. I think I’m just afraid."
I watched Paula's eyebrow lift in surprise. It was clear she’d never heard such honesty from him before. I smiled, pleased to know that my dust was still working.
Paula lifted a hand to his face and stroked his cheek tenderly. “I’m here,” she said, her voice soft and assuring.
"I just don't want to disappoint you, either."
A moment of quiet passed as they looked into each other's eyes. Paula spoke first. "How about this...we keep everything how it is. We won't make empty promises to be together forever and we won't pressure one another. For now it’s you and me. But if at any time there is someone who better fits into our lives, we'll tell each other first. "
Oliver swallowed as he seemed to weigh out the implications of her suggestion. Finally, he nodded slowly. "Yeah. That's good."
Paula took his hand in hers and squeezed. "When its time to move on, we move on," she said kissing his fingers and looking up at him with a wistful smile.
Oliver answered with another silent nod as emotion clouded his eyes. He stepped forward to place his finger under her chin, lifting her face to his. He circled an arm around her waist and pulled her into him. “I’m not ready to move on yet,” he said, whispering the words as his lips brushed against hers.
Oliver scooped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him until their bodies pressed together tightly. His hand moved down to cup her ass cheeks as he took her mouth into his. “God, I missed this,” he said before returning to kiss her mouth.
Usually this was where I would make my exit and leave the newly reconciled lovebirds to their own devices. But honestly, these two made me work pretty damned hard for this. So I figured I deserved to share in their beautiful, renewed sexual energy.
I watched as Oliver moved them forward until Paula's back was against the wall behind her. His hand traveled up beneath her skirt until it stopped between her legs.
Paula released a long, low moan as her hips moved forward against his fingers. Oliver's other hand cradled her ass in his grip as he leaned in to meet her mouth. Even from where I observed them I could feel the scorching heat that rose from their bodies and collided with the barrier covering me.
I reached a hand out to absorb the warm waves of their joint energy into my own. This was nothing like the caustic sting of their warring energies before. This time it was revitalizing, much greater and much more powerful. I couldn't fight the smile that lit my face as I felt their essence within me. I deserved to share in that beautiful feeling after how much it took to help unite them.
Oliver pulled Paula's body against his own and began to grind against her.
Then, Gerundis' voice echoed around me once more. "You did it, Salma. Even without my help. Nice."
Before I could respond, Gerundis materialized beside me. As always, his presence warmed me instantly. I turned my face up to look into his greenish-gray eyes. The smile on his face spread to those same eyes until brilliant sparkling flashes lit his irises. Gerundis, my partner in love and in mission since the beginning of time, knew me well. And he knew that the brilliant shine of his eyes were always my weakness.
His arm enclosed my waist and pulled my body into his before I could say a word. He leaned down to merge his mouth with mine and when his lips met mine, my attention was no longer on the love between the couple outside of our barrier. Now my full focus was only on making love to my own life partner.
I opened up instantly to him. Not just my mouth, but my heart and my soul. Gerundis knew me inside and out. After ages together, he instinctively knew what I liked and needed. And I, too, knew him inside and out. But even after all of this time, we never tired of one another.
I sighed when he traced his lips slowly down my neck and flicked his tongue along my collarbone. I shuddered with the light whipping teasing against one of my most sensitive parts. Through my lashes I saw him lift his head enough to smile at me with those bright eyes and noted the knowing smirk on his handsome face.
His tongue continued its trail down my chest until he found my hard nipples peeking through the thin silky fabric of my dress. He enclosed his mouth over my breast and a moan escaped my mouth as he suckled me. His tongue circled my areola and then flicked my nipple making me squirm in his arms. Then he proceeded to suckle me again, followed by more ardent licks. My squeals of pleasure filled the enclosed space around us.
Gerundis lifted his head to let out a quick self-satisfied laugh. And I knew that he was pleased with his work. He lifted the thin fabric of my dress and found me bare, warm and wet underneath. He grunted and his rod stood at attention in response to his arousal.
We'd done this dance of desire for ages but it never grew old for either of us. We were designed and made for each other and our bodies knew exactly what to do when they were together.
He moved his hand between my thighs and cupped my mound. I gasped when his fingers slipped inside me. Gerundis leaned forward to recapture my lips within his own mouth as his fingers stroked me inside. I moaned against his soft lips and moved my hips in time with his stroking digits. As if rewarding my eagerness, he inserted another finger, stretching me further. But he knew me well. And he knew that it would only increase my desire to have his hard rod pulsing inside me.
My hand groped at his pants, desperate to feel him. When I found it, I gripped and stroked him until he grew harder in my hand. And I could no longer take the barrier of his pants blocking me from feeling the skin of his velvet shaft against my palm. I whipped his trousers down and watched his thick rod spill out toward me.
I knew that my own eyes were shining iridescent, the way they always did when he revealed himself to me. I ran my tongue slowly over my lips and watched his face light up. We both knew the treat that he was in for.
He lifted himself from the ground until I was face to face with his magnificent package. I reached out eagerly to accept it between my hands and lowered my lips to meet him. The tangy-sweet taste of his flesh flooded my taste buds and I tightened my mouth around his shaft. Gerundis' breath whooshed out past his lips as I massaged him with my mouth. His fingers slid through my hair and he gripped my head in his palm pulling me in farther to take more of him in.
The aroused energy from Gerundis created a heat that emanated from his shaft and body. It warmed my mouth and hands as they stroked and sucked him.
It wasn't just our flesh that merged but our minds too as his thoughts entered my head.
Ohhhh that's nice. I should let you handle these by yourself more often if this is what I'll get.
My lips curved up into a naughty grin as I met his eyes. And I knew that he could hear the thoughts in my mind as I responded back.
I have so much more than just that for you, I thought, lifting my own body until I now levitated and was at eye level with him. I slid my dress off and brought my naked body closer so that my skin was now flush against his. Our bodies began their age-old synchronized dance, now aglow as we merged and his shaft entered me.
I reveled in the effortless dance of our bodies and the feel of Gerundis' hands running along my entire body.
He flipped my body around, spread my thighs, and re-entered me from behind. Beneath my lowered lids, I could see Paula and Oliver's naked bodies intertwined on the floor as they too participated in their own dance of love.
Oliver's moans and Paula's shrieks reverberated against the walls of our protective enclosure. And soon our sounds filled the space around us as we became lost in our own pleasure.
Oliver pulled away to lower himself down until his face was between my thighs. He lifted one thigh up and onto his shoulder, delighting me with the warm stream of his breath against my sex. I writhed in anticipation beneath his strong grip on my thigh and let my head fall back in ecstasy with the first long, slow lick against my clitoris.
And when he enclosed my clit between his lips and began his rhythmic suckling, my body bucked with the pure sensation of pleasure. "Gerundis," I wailed, my fingers getting lost in the soft curls of his hair as I pulled his head in deeper, craving more of his tongue against my pulsing bud. Gerundis obliged, satisfying my craving with the persistent lapping of his tongue on me.
A heavy sigh outside of our enclosure took my attention away from Gerundis' kisses on my clit. But only for a moment, as I opened my eyes to see Paula’s sweaty, naked form atop Oliver's body as he held her close. The afterglow of their lovemaking filled the space around them and spread, inching toward us. But the light that Gerundis and I created from our joining was many times that generated by the now satiated couple.
A light nibble of my inner thigh snapped my attention back to my lover between my legs. I glanced down at the grin on Gerundis' face. But it didn't last long because he returned to bury himself in my sex, latching onto my clit and suckling mercilessly. I wriggled beneath him and gyrated my hips to match his rhythm until I exploded, releasing into his mouth.
Gerundis ran his tongue along his lips, sending my arousal back into overdrive as J watched him savor the last remnants of my taste on his tongue.
A look of near-crazed desire took over his face as he gripped my hips and pulled me toward him. He slid into my cum-slickened core again, subjecting me to his delicious fast-paced movements. His fingers dug into my skin as his body stiffened. He was ready to cum. And so was I…again. Gerundis bent forward to capture my lips between his own, and kissed me passionately as he released inside me. I rode the wave of climax with him, my body trembling with my own release.
Gerundis' arms encircled me as we too basked in our intimate afterglow. Though my eyes were closed as I recuperated, I could hear the quiet laughter of the newly reconciled lovers just outside the barrier.
I felt the wet kiss of Gerundis' lips on my forehead. "Not bad for a solo project," he said, pulling my body in closer to his.
So, that’s that. A tiny glimpse into a real fairy tale. And if you’re wondering why I’d let you peek into the realm, the answer's quite simple really. It’s about time we make clear what a fairy tale is, and what it is not.
Sadly, everyone doesn’t get a fairytale. At least, not until they can learn to believe in fairy tales. And the only reason they don’t believe is because of misguided views of what fairy tales actually are.
Even our tales aren't always perfect all of the time. The only requirement in a true fairy tale is that a human must be willing to work with us to create their own fairy tales their own way, every step of the way. Then, and only then , will you truly experience one of our tales.
Brenda stepped up to the front counter and held out her wristband. The clerk scanned it and Brenda walked past her to wait as her two friends’ bands were scanned next.
Both Lynn and Penelope had thought it a brilliant idea to take a trip to the Make-Your-Match creation studio to commemorate Brenda’s breakup with her boyfriend of three years.
At the Make-Your-Match creation studio, women could create the man of their dreams using the latest cloning and humanoid replication technologies.
Another employee led them through a hallway to the Selection Center and explained the process for creating their ideal match.
When the employee left them, Penelope, who visited the Make-Your-Match studio quite frequently, stepped up first to make her selections on a monitor.
Brenda and Lynn watched as she quickly flipped through the touch screen, choosing from the available options.
Brenda tried to keep up with the options Penelope chose as she placed green check marks beside them, but they disappeared nearly as quickly as they appeared as Penelope raced through her selections.
Height: Five foot ten
Hair: Dark Brown
Personality: Funny, Caring, Talkative
Lynn stopped Penelope. “Hey wait, you don’t want to choose talkative, believe me,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I picked that with my last MYM, and he wouldn’t shut the hell up. You know I’m a talker, but this guy talked more than me and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.”
Lynn and Penelope laughed as Penelope swiped her hand over her last selection, deleting it.
Lynn gently pushed Brenda toward another screen. “Go. Pick yours,” Lynn urged as she proceeded to move to make her own selections on another monitor.
Brenda hesitated, eyeing the touch screen, as a shadowy, generic silhouette of a man’s form rotated in a circle before her.
She slowly extended a finger to press the screen, making her selections.
Height: Six feet
Brenda paused and brought her finger to her chin as she thought about the last selection. What did she want for her MYM’s personality? She’d never thought about what she’d choose for a humanoid companion, because she hadn't ever imagined she'd create one in the first place.
But her mind wandered back to her ex, and she sighed. Maybe she should just go with the opposite of what Don had been for her. Don was an absolutely gorgeous man, seemingly the man of most women's dreams - wealthy, fit, tall, dark, and handsome. But all of his supposedly great "on-paper" credentials had left her where she was now. Single and looking for a humanoid companion to spend the night with.
She lifted her finger again and deleted all of the previous selections, picking instead "Random" for each physical selection.
But next to the personality option, she selected: Loving, Affectionate, Understanding, Respectful, Free-spirited, Passionate.
She smiled as the silhouette figure began to populate with her selections. The face filled in with a tan skinned, brown haired man with gray eyes. His height and physical build were average, but the sparkling toothy smile of the MYM companion hooked her the most.
Then the screen darkened and gold letters flashed on the screen.
Your Make-Your-Match selection is complete. Please proceed to the Creation Room to unite with your new companion.
Brenda's eyes searched the room until she found the golden-lettered Creation Room sign above a hallway directly behind them.
She could hardly contain herself as she waited for Lynn to finish her selection.
"God, Lynn, I thought you said you'd been here before. What's taking so long?"
"I'm almost done. I just wanna be sure I really get a good one this time, though."
Penelope popped up beside Brenda and nudged her arm. "For someone who was so nervous about doing this just a few minutes ago, you seem pretty eager now."
Brenda tried to wipe the smile from her face, but failed. She was excited. This was new and fun. A night with a humanoid companion? Why the hell not?
"I'm warming up to it," Brenda lied, minimizing the true extent of her excitement.
"Okay," Lynn said, stepping away from the screen. "Ready."
The ladies rushed over to the Creation Room doorway where another attendant with a friendly smile waited for them. "Follow me, ladies," the woman said, leading them down the hallway.
The attendant made a left turn at the end of the hallway and pushed open the clear glass double doors of the Creation Room studio.
But Brenda's heart fluttered in her chest and Lynn squealed next to her as they could already see their MYMs through the glass doors.
The three companions stood side by side, hands folded in front of them as they welcomed the women with warm smiles.
"Ladies, your companions. Enjoy," the attendant said before turning to leave the women alone with their creations.
Brenda watched Penelope and Lynn rush over to their companions. They were both greeted with hugs and began chatting away. But Brenda hesitated, anxiety rearing its ugly head again. She swallowed as her companion made his way toward her. His stride was smooth and confident and his eyes warm, she noticed, when he reached her.
He held out a hand for hers, shocking Brenda that he hadn't tried to hug her. She shook his hand.
"You seemed nervous," he said, answering the question in her mind. "I didn't want to be presumptuous by going in for a hug, you know. "
Brenda felt her heart flip again. She remembered her personality selections and grinned knowingly.
This was really legit, she marveled, as he lifted her hand and brought it to his lips. She didn't know if she'd be able to walk out of there on her own two feet if he kept this up.
He lowered her hand gently caressing the top of it, sending a chill throughout her body. "You're safe with me," he assured her.
He kept her hand cradled in his own as they followed the other two couples out of the studio and back to the parking lot. Brenda wasn't quite sure of how she'd arrived there. It seemed she'd floated there, carried away by…wait, what was his name? she wondered, realizing that in her daze she'd hardly spoken a word to him, much less asked his name.
But before she could ask, Penelope and Lynn, came over to them. "We're gonna leave now, Brenda. Are you good?" Penelope asked her friend. But Penelope’s appreciative gaze was trained on Brenda’s MYM as she spoke.
Brenda, still dazed and blown away by the realistic look and feel of her MYM, only nodded. She watched as her friends happily returned to their respective vehicles with their companions and drove off and away.
Brenda pulled her keys out of her purse and unlocked the passenger door for him. "What do I call you...I mean, what's your name?"
"You can call me Rodney."
Brenda stood nervously in her bedroom across from Rodney. She'd given him the tour of her home and stood awkwardly in the last room of the home tour, unsure exactly what she was supposed to do now.
He hadn't tried anything up until that point and had even listened patiently and respectfully as she rambled on and on about her breakup and ex-boyfriend.
She was surprised and relieved that he’d seemed eager to serve as a listening ear for her. Was this what all MYMs were like? she wondered. Or was she just a wiz with making her selections?
Staring into her eyes, Rodney took a step forward and reached out for her hand. He gently pulled her close and pulled her into a warm hug. "You don't have to be nervous. We don't have to do anything. In fact, we shouldn't," he said his lips brushing lightly against her ear as he spoke. And even as he insisted they keep things chaste, the thoughts that his lips against her flesh induced were nowhere near innocent.
"You just had a big breakup and I can see you're tired. You're just resting tonight. I'm making sure of it." He pulled her by her hand and led her to the bed. Rodney pulled the sheets back, waited for her to crawl in and then covered her body. "Get some rest. I'll go lie down on the sofa."
Brenda shot upright. "Wait," she said, stopping him on his way out of the bedroom door.
He looked back with questioning eyes.
"I'd like to have you sleep with me, I mean...beside me...if it's okay." Brenda realized what she was asking. But though he was technically a stranger, MYM companions were known for being completely safe and trustworthy. There'd never been any reports of foul play or criminal incidences with an MYM, so she figured this wasn't the same as asking some random human stranger to sleep in her bed.
It's like sleeping with a teddy bear, Brenda, she assured herself.
He gave her a soft smile and returned, climbing in bed next to her. But when he moved close pulling her into his arms to spoon her, a teddy bear he was not. He was all man, with a warm, tight embrace.
She sank back into his chest and fell safely, contentedly, fast asleep.
Brenda stirred awake, opening her eyes to darkness. When did he get up to turn off the lights? she wondered, realizing that she'd slept through any movements he'd made. Rodney was right. She hadn't realized how tired she was.
She inched over just enough to glance at the digital clock at her bedside. 3:47.
She moved back to her warm spot next to him and felt his arm enclose around her waist again.
Brenda shuddered when she felt his kiss against her neck. "You okay?"
Rodney found her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers. "Good," he said, kissing her ear. "Good night."
Brenda turned around to face him. She reached out to touch his face, amazed at how real the stubble growing there felt against her palm. He didn't feel humanoid. He felt completely human to her.
"I'm not tired anymore," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his lips. He immediately pulled her into him, returning her kiss with a surprisingly deep passion. His erection grew and pressed against her mound. She rolled her hips into him, never daring to break their kiss. He was too good at it. She couldn't get enough of the sweet taste of his mouth and his tongue whirling and colliding with hers.
His hands roamed her body, then found her bottom. Rodney's hands seemed to swallow her ass cheeks as he gripped them and pulled her up and on top of him.
Their kiss still unbroken, he ran his hands under her shirt and along her bare flesh, causing goosebumps to prickle her skin.
Rodney pulled the shirt over her head, unsnapped her bra and sucked on one of her ample-sized breasts. His tongue circled and flicked her nipple in his mouth. Brenda shuddered and gasped when his hands made their way down her hips and positioned her on top of his hard erection poking out of the opening of his boxers.
Still sucking on her, he moved her hips at a slow, steady pace on his cock. Brenda felt her own juices, now coating his boxers, against her inner thigh as she moved her own pelvis along with the rhythm he directed.
He unlatched from her breast and began to fondle and grip both breasts as she sat up straight, losing herself in the fill of him inside her.
"God…" Brenda breathed out,"Where have you been all of my life?"
"With you all along," Rodney said, dragging the soft skin of his open palms along her waist, then thighs, and back to her ass.
Brenda's body tingled from the sensation of his caressing her skin and filling her from within. Her hands squeezed his chest as she increased the undulating movements of her hips, riding him faster and faster until she exploded. She felt Rodney’s body trembling beneath her, as he came with a force that shocked her.
When he opened his eyes to look at her, she fell over onto the bed beside him and propping an elbow on her pillow, rested her cheek in her hand. “Do you…?” She hesitated, uncertain of how she should word her question.
“Do I…?” he repeated, encouraging her to continue.
“Are...are you able to…?”
“Orgasm?” he asked, completing her question.
“Yeah. And feel it…”
“Yeah. And everything else.”
He nodded. “Oh yeah, I do. All of it.”
She raised her eyebrows. The surprises just kept coming.
Brenda reached out to finger the thick hairs of his chest. She couldn’t get over how real he felt. She sighed and moved over to curl underneath his arm. It was going to be hard as hell to have him return to the Make-Your-Match studio after the weekend was over.
Brenda smiled, remembering how apprehensive she was about doing this when her friends had first suggested it. But now, she didn’t want to let him go. Nevertheless, she let the movement of his chest rising against her ear lull her to sleep, resisting the urge to count down the time she had left with him. And instead, she enjoyed their contented moments of blissful peace together.
Dominic dropped his bag next to the front door and fell into his usual after-work routine. He thumbed through the mail on the bar in the kitchen before going to grab a glass of water from the fridge.
But something was different, he realized, as he lowered his glass onto the counter-top in the kitchen next to a piece of paper.
The paper was yellowed, as if aged with time and printed on it was the floor plan to their home.
“What in the…?” He picked it up to get a better look at the details. The drawing resembled a map, and in the center of their bedroom was a bold letter X. Dominic frowned at the crude rendition of a pirate-style map in his hands.
What was Rielle up to now?
He picked up the map and called out on his way to their bedroom.
“Rielle. Rielle, what’s this?”
He found her sitting on the bed, a sly grin spread across her face. She reclined casually across their pillows and motioned for him to come closer. He sat down on the bed at her feet and held out the map, repeating, “What’s this?”
With a quick glance down and then back up at Dominic, she stated calmly, “It looks like a map.”
“Yeah, but a map to what?”
“Hmmm...well, it looks like a pirate’s treasure map to me, don’t you think?”
Dominic laughed. “Rielle, what kinda scheme have you concocted now?”
She gave an innocent shrug. “No schemes here. I’m just stating the obvious. I’d guess that you’re holding a map to some kind of major fortune in your hands.” She tilted her head to the side and grinned. “Think you should start looking for it?”
Dominic smiled and stood, following her suggestion. He looked at the map, then back up at the closet. After a quick search, he made his way to the dresser drawers, opening one after the other, but came up with nothing.
With an exasperated sigh, he said, “ What exactly am I looking for?”
“What kind of treasure? Gold? Silver?”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
Dominic looked down at the map again then back at Rielle. “At least give me clues to let me know whether I’m hot or cold.”
“Okay,” she said. “I can do that.”
Dominic took a few steps forward.
“Warm,” she said.
He continued forward, stepping into the bathroom when Rielle yelled, “Cold.”
He stepped back and moved toward the room’s sitting area.
She shook her head. “Oh no, baby. You’re still cold. Freezing cold.”
He moved toward the nightstand next to their bed.
He turned to face her.
“Hot,” she said, excitement lighting her brown eyes.
He grinned. “Hot, huh?” When he reached out to touch her, she giggled and said, “Boiling. You’re boiling hot.”
“Ah,” he said, in his best pirate’s voice. “Me thinks I’ve found my pirate’s booty.”
Rielle erupted in laughter and nodded. “Yeah, you’ve found the booty.”
He pulled her toward his body, covering her lips with his own. “Not a bad prize.”
“I didn’t say you were done, “ she said, pulling away. “You should keep looking.”
Dominic’s lip curved upward into a half grin and he lowered one strap of her pink satin gown.
She shook her head. “Uh-uh. You’re getting cold again. Wrong way.”
Dominic narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin, eyeing her as if her body were a puzzle he was trying desperately to figure out. He reached out and lifted her dress a couple of inches and Rielle nodded, encouraging him to continue.
When he lifted the gown above her panties, he found a dark tattoo of an X, matching the X printed on the map.
His head shot up to meet her smiling eyes. “I think I’ve found it.”
Rielle nodded again. “X marks the spot.”
He ran his hand softly over the dark letter on her deep brown skin. “This temporary?”
“Um-hmm. But not the treasure. That’s not temporary. You find it, you keep it.”
“Yeah?” he asked, lowering the pink and gold satin panties she wore. But he stopped when he saw the matching pink and gold rhinestones that decorated her mound. The shiny embellishments followed the V shape of her freshly trimmed pubic hair and continued along the sides of her labium.
Dominic fingered the gems. “Finders keepers,” he said, allowing his index finger to continue to the center of her sex, gently separating the bejeweled lips until he found her clitoris.
Rielle’s head dropped back against the pillows. And her lips parted as she released a heavy sigh of pleasure.
“This, my love, is one treasure I’m keeping,” he said, lowering his mouth to her protruding bud and lapping her mercilessly with his tongue. She squirmed, but he didn’t care, continuing his oral pleasuring until her body shook with her powerful orgasm.
Dominic remained there, lazily lapping up every drop of her, before placing kisses along the sensitive skin of one labia and then the next. But it wasn’t long before he felt Rielle reach down to grasp the sides of his face, pulling him up until his body was atop hers.
She eagerly helped him out of his clothes, and moaned when his warm naked flesh melted against her own. He moved within her, caressing and kissing her face as they relished in the slow, sweet rhythm they created together. Maybe time sped up, maybe it slowed down, or maybe it stood still. Neither could tell as they became lost in the rapture of the moment.
But soon Rielle’s moans intensified, Dominic’s pace increased, and his body tightened as they both rode the waves toward their shared climactic experience.
Last week Anthony told me I was a prude. Now, granted, he didn’t just come out and say it that way. I’ll admit, I asked him what he thought my freak number was if he were to rate me on a scale from one to ten.
He was hesitant at first, eyeing me like he knew whatever he said would get him in trouble. But when I told him that I wouldn’t get upset because I just wanted the truth, he told me he’d give me a four, maybe a five.
I stared at him for a minute, unsure of how to respond. In his eyes, I was barely even halfway up the damn scale.
And that was enough to get my competitive blood boiling. I played it cool, smiled, and thanked him for his honesty. But that was the beginning of the end of Ms. Freak Number Four, maybe a Five. I was gonna give him the ride of his life.
After a search of the mall lingerie shops and online I finally found the perfect black lace teddy to help me facilitate my grand scheme.
Anthony had no idea what I was capable of. See, just because I hadn't ever really shown him that side of myself didn't mean it didn't exist. But we’d only been together for almost eight months and he seemed to be okay with what we were doing up until then.
He'd never vocalized that he wanted anything different, which was why I figured just more of the same was the way he liked it. And I guess that's why the “Communication is important in a relationship” concept, though pretty annoying to hear by now because everyone loves parroting it, is kinda spot on.
No, he hadn't taken the time to tell me what he wanted, but I hadn't asked either. And working off of assumptions never gets anyone anywhere. Yeah, I'm keeping the cliche lines coming, but why stop when I'm on a roll? And hell, when they're true.
Anyway, the next weekend, I planned to be ready for him. He had a late flight arrival after a week-long business trip and as usual was being brought home in an Uber.
The only difference was that after this trip, I was waiting up for him in a chair I'd placed in the middle of my bedroom, the light from the candles I’d lit casting shadows along the walls.
I was playing it cool but my heart fluttered in my chest when I heard the door open downstairs and the sound of his shoes on the hardwood floors.
After a few brief moments of moving around downstairs, I heard him climb the stairs.
I'd left the door open, and when he appeared at the doorway and reached for the light, I said, "Don't. "
His hand was still on the switch and he called out, "Danielle?"
"Leave the light off," I said.
Light from the hallway streamed in on his face as he squinted into the dim room. "Why are you sitting in the dark?"
"Just come here," I ordered.
When he stopped in front of me, I stood, grabbed hold of his arms and turned us around to push him into the chair in my place.
I watched his eyes travel down my body as he took in the sight of me in the fitted, cleavage-bearing, crotchless black teddy I’d chosen. A huge grin stretched across his face. He was excited. And so was I. I was eager to see just how he’d rank me after that night.
“What’s this about?”
I stepped forward, placing my legs outside of his seated body and then lowered down to sit on his lap so that we were face to face. I touched his cheek, caressing the stubbly 5-o’clock shadow. “You remember when you gave me a four, maybe five on the freak scale the other day?”
His face crinkled in confusion before his eyes lit up as if he’d recalled the memory. “Ohhhh...yeah, I remember,” he said.
“Well, I just don’t think it’s fair that you rank me when you haven’t even seen the half of what I can do,” I said with a saucy grin. I winked at him, amused at his stunned expression. I had a feeling I was up to a six already.
“Hmmm…” I said, tapping a finger to my chin after I stood to walk around his chair. “I’m not sure you’re gonna be able to keep your hands to yourself, though. Rules are, there’s no touching the dancers in this club.”
He burst into laughter. “This club?”
I placed a hand on my hip and tapped my foot, waiting for his laughing to cease. “Finished?”
He nodded, “Yeah, yeah,” he said, suppressing his snickering. “Don’t worry, I know how to keep my hands to myself.”
I shook my head, “No. Not buying it,” I said, moving over to retrieve the rope that I’d stashed in my drawer. I stretched it out, and playfully rotated the rope in a circle like a lasso before I said, “Hands behind your back.”
I waited for him to comply. Despite the apprehensive look on his face, he slowly moved his hands back until they were behind the chair. I knelt down, tied the rope around his wrists and tugged at it, testing for security. Happy with my handiwork, I rose to my feet and lit the candles that I’d placed around the room.
I then returned to stand in front of him, pivoted on my feet and turned so that my back faced him and began my erotic dance.
In the dark, quiet room, I moved without music or any other sound that could distract him from his own personal, private show. Only the shadows of my frame danced along the wall in sync with my movements while the aromatic scents from the candles filled the air around us.
I shot a tantalizing look over my shoulder and smiled as his brown eyes lit up watching the slow, hypnotic roll of my hips. I bent forward at the waist, flashing him a view of my bare pussy lips between the crotchless lace outline of the teddy. He licked his lips hungrily and his mouth fell open as he observed my seductive dance.
I glanced down at the tent his erection made in his slacks before moving closer to sit on his lap. I could hear him grunt behind me as I circled my hips into him, feeling his hard bulge between my ass cheeks. After a few more slow, tortuous gyrations, I stood again and began my striptease. First, I let one strap of the teddy fall off my left shoulder. Then with a finger I slid the other strap down my right shoulder. I smirked at him over my shoulder and inched the material down until my breasts were exposed. I turned around to face him and moved toward him again to straddle his lap and face him this time. I cupped the sides of his face and took his lips into mine, hungrily tasting his mouth before I pulled back and lowered his head down to my breast.
He circled the areola of the breast I'd presented him and then licked and sucked on my stiff nipple. His erection pressed against my slit, and my rhythmic movements against him only made him grow harder. It turned me on. So much so, that I knew he could feel the proof of my arousal dampening his slacks.
I reached down between us, grasping the straining bulge before reaching up to unbutton his pants. “It’s time for these to come off. Allow me,” I said, since he was clearly not in a position to do it himself. I slid his pants and briefs down, removing them along with his shoes and returned to sit atop him. Skin against skin now, his hard rod pressed firmly against my slick cunt, I worked my hips, forming a figure 8 as I ground into him. As I moved, I leaned forward to kiss him, tasting him as he moaned into my mouth and I continued with my provocative lap dance.
I bit and pulled at his bottom lip before leaning over to whisper in his ear, “Tell me. What’s my freak number now, Anthony?”
Awaiting his answer I watched him wince as my slick sex ground harder against his dick.
“A seven...no, no, an eight,” he stuttered.
He shrugged, but closed his eyes, as I gyrated my hips in a circular motion. He blew out a breath, and panted out. “Okay, nine. A nine.”
I shook my head. “No, no, dear. That won’t do. A nine’s not enough.” I lifted up, took his penis in my hand and slowly slid down onto him. But I stopped short, only taking in the head of his member as I watched his chest heave with his rapid breathing.
“I really, really want to be a ten, babe. I need to be a ten,” I playfully begged, grabbing onto the back of his head as I slid up and down his shaft, using the most shallow and most tortuous strokes that I could.
With a frustrated gasp, finally he said, "Fuck...ten…you're a ten." He squirmed in the chair, shifting his bound wrists inside the rope.
"Right. That's what I like to hear," I said, leaning forward to kiss his mouth before offering him my other breast. I dropped my head back and moaned, cupping his head as he suckled me. "Since you gave the right answer, I think you deserve a treat."
I lowered myself down until I'd completely engulfed him inside me, no longer interested in taunting him.
I gripped his shoulders and rode him slowly, feeling the vibration of his groans of pleasure inside me.
But it wasn't long before his body shook with the force of his climax, and I felt him grow limp beneath me.
I pouted and wiped away the sweat on his brow. "Oh, I wasn't ready yet," I whined.
"Shit," he breathed out, " What did you expect? You're a ten, baby. You can't expect me to hold back for long. "
I giggled and he smiled up at me, still panting from exhaustion. He winked at me. "But I’ll tell you what. If you untie me, we can do this again. And I won't stop until you're ready."
I gave him a kiss before hopping up, a victorious grin brightening my face as I basked in my newfound Freak Number Ten status.
Lola took an aggressive step toward Nathan and waved her hands emphatically. “ I don't know how much longer I can do this,” she exclaimed.
Distress covered Nathan's face and he ran his hands over his head. "You're not the only one frustrated here, Wanda,” he said, his voice rising in volume.
Lola smiled, then stepped back to retrieve the script from the kitchen bar beside her. “That was really good, Nathan. Much better,” she said as she slid her index finger down the page to find her next line.
Nathan and Lola were classmates in the mid-level acting course they'd both signed up for at a local acting studio.
This was the third course they'd taken together and they’d become regular partners since their second. Both had grown in their craft at remarkable rates and attributed that to their practice. They were devoted to going over class exercises together regularly as well as running through lines with each other for their respective auditions.
Lola continued, moving closer to Nathan, her eyes level with his. She lowered her voice to a threatening tone. "I'm serious, Jax, I've taken all that I can in this. I think it's best we end it now.”
Crestfallen, Nathan's shoulders drooped in response to her words. But suddenly his entire demeanor changed, his facial expression intense as he took a step even closer until her body heat mixed with his and he was practically inhaling the breath she exhaled. Lola was frozen in place as she stared into his striking hazel eyes. She'd noticed before how gorgeous his eyes were, but she'd never seen them this close. She was spellbound.
"What if I don't want to end it?" he asked, an odd half smile curving his lips upward.
Lola's brow furrowed and she reached out for her script on the counter. She didn't remember that being in there. Lola ran her finger down the page. No, it wasn't in there.
Nathan moved closer, as close as he could get without their lips touching. She could smell the sweet odor of his breath when he whispered,"I'd rather begin it."
Before Lola could get her question about where he was getting his lines from, he cupped her chin, pulled her mouth toward his and kissed her lips.
Lola's eyes drifted closed as she felt her body melting against his, the warmth of his chest pressing against her breasts. He pulled more of her mouth into his, intoxicating her with his taste and his scent. She'd thought about this, about kissing his lips, for months. But she'd never planned to admit that to him. He was too good as a partner and a friend, and she didn't want to risk ruining that because she had a crush on him.
But as he reached his hands up to massage her breasts and finger her nipples, she wasn't entirely sure if she was in the middle of one of her fantasies about him or if this was really real.
But when he pulled away, separating the lock of their lips, she was forced into reality when he asked, "You okay?"
He didn’t need to ask. Of course she was okay with this.
Lola bit her lip and grabbed onto his hands, returning them to her breasts as her answer. He understood her silent urging and moved his warm hands underneath her shirt to caress and flick her nipples until she moaned out her delight.
Between brief kisses and playful pulls of her lips between his own, he asked, "Do you...know...how long…I've waited to do this?"
Lola shook her head.
"Way too long."
Nathan impatiently pulled her shirt up and over her head before tossing it off to the side. He unsnapped her bra at record speed and sent it flying in the same direction as her shirt. He bent down to circle her breast with his mouth and suckled, while his hand searched below.
He found what he sought beneath her panties and strummed her clit with his finger. It wasn't long before the dual sensation sent her reeling again and bucking against his hand with her climax.
Nathan grabbed Lola's waist and hoisted her up to sit onto the edge of the kitchen counter top. She lifted her bottom as he slid by her panties off and then proceeded to quickly climb out of his own clothing.
She lifted an impressed brow as she studied his firm ass when he bent over to fish a condom out of the wallet in his pocket. They'd spent so much time together, mostly remaining serious about their work, that she hadn't focused much on his physique. But now with him naked and completely bared to her, she liked what she saw.
Her admiration of him was interrupted, however, when he returned to her, fully wrapped and ready to go.
He clutched her waist in his hands and brought her to the edge of the counter until his erect penis pressed against her sex.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing him toward her. When he pushed his hardness inside her she gasped as she took him in, bit by bit.
Nathan paused, his eyes peering into hers as they both savored their first moment of joining. He let his hands run lazily along the top of her thighs and Lola felt her skin heat beneath the trail of his touch.
He leaned forward to pull her mouth into his again as he began moving inside her in a steady rhythm. He languidly sampled her lips and slowly moved in and out of her, as if he wanted to draw as much of the moment out as he could.
Lola wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her as she pushed her hips forward to take in more of him.
Behind her, his hands squeezed her ass as he picked up their pace, grunting as his passion-laced stare burned through her.
"You're so fucking hot," he said, his breaths coming out in heavy pants. His words combined with the intensity of his gaze and his deep strokes, sent her body into a convulsive climax.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he stroked wildly toward his own orgasm.
"Mmm…"Lola purred as she struggled to catch her breath. Finally she said, "So, Nathan, about this last scene of ours...that...that wasn't in my script."
Nathan laughed and treated her to another slow kiss. "I just took the liberty of adding some much needed changes. Did you like it?"
She nodded before giving an enthusiastic "Mmm-hmm," and adding one more kiss to their script changes.
Shannon enters the bedroom, wearing only a pink silk scarf around her neck to complement her nude body. She saunters over to where I’m laying naked on our bed. I’d hurried out of my clothes when she’d disappeared into the bathroom minutes ago.
But I’m frowning as I watch her crawl onto the bed on her hands and knees, the scarf dragging along the bed between her breasts and legs. “What’s the scarf for?” I ask.
“You’ll see. I just wanted to try something new.”
She reaches me and touches my face with her long, slender fingers as her lips envelop mine and I taste the cool, sweet taste of the mints she’d had earlier. Her kiss is deep. Passionate. Sexy. Enough to make my dick rock hard and to stir every desire I have reserved just for her, inside of me.
The soft scarf tickles my crotch before she moves it aside to replace the sensation of silk cloth with the feel of her wet pussy as she presses it against my shaft.
I blow out my breath in a shudder as she rocks and gyrates her hips against me, wetting me with her juices.
And now her full lips wrap around my mouth as she showers me with her equally wet kisses.
But she pulls away, sitting back on her knees and taking the scarf into her hands. When she traces the silk lightly along my shaft, I shiver from the tickling of the material on my skin.
Then she drags it along my abdomen up my chest and then up to my neck.
“Like it?” she asks.
“Mmm-hmm,” I answer.
Shannon then straddles me again, one hand lightly wandering along my body, the other hand holding her pink scarf to trail it lightly along my face.
I close my eyes, getting lost in the sensory overload she's subjecting my skin to. And she only adds to the sensual sensory assault when she kisses my lips softly before again pressing her slick cunt against my cock.
“Shiiiii…,” I start, but am stopped by her lips enveloping mine as she devours my mouth and gyrates her hips, forward then back on me. And just as I find myself getting hypnotized by her movements she leans back on her knees, and slowly slides the silk scarf over my mouth.
Shannon moves down my body, trailing the silk scarf along my skin and following the scarf trail with soft, wet kisses from her lips. She slides the smooth material along my pelvis down to my penis, softly wrapping the cloth around my erect shaft. She then finishes her kiss trail, down one leg and returns up to treat the other leg to the same.
And now, she’s back to my silk-encased dick, and sandwiches it between both of her hands, lightly rubbing the soft material up and down along my shaft, delighting me with the odd, but pleasurable new sensation. I moan out my appreciation, reach down to grab the side of her head. I try to coax her back up to kiss her mouth again, but she eases my hand away and returns to what she’s doing.
Shannon finishes the gentle sliding of her silk cloth against my hard as steel cock a few seconds more, and then unravels it and lets it fall away onto the bed beside me. I look down in time to see her sly smile as her lips slowly wrap around the head of my shaft. My eyes close as I sink my head into the pillow and enjoy the attentive stroking of her hands and mouth.
And my head nearly explodes when without skipping a beat, she lifts up and mounts me, pulling me inside her. The long moan she lets out as she begins her slow, rhythmic ride, only makes me stiffen more inside her hot, wet canal.
Shannon slides her hands along my arms before she entwines our fingers, locking our hands as she rides us both into mind- blowing orgasm. And it isn’t long before we’re both fast asleep, Shannon lying on my chest as her body rises and falls with my breaths, her silk prop nestled between us.
Wallace plunged underneath the cool lagoon water and swam off and away from the group of tourists who’d arrived with him.
As soon as the tour guide had given them all permission to go off and explore other areas on their own, he hadn't wasted a single second.
Wallace swam farther and deeper into the lagoon, separating himself from the crowd until he came to an isolated caved-in area. Though slight fear and anxiety fluttered away in his chest, his overwhelming curiosity propelled him further.
He couldn't quite explain it but he felt pulled in, as if by some invisible force. And he continued without pausing to figure out why.
When he finally made it to the center of the cave structure, he stopped, treading water as he looked around, admiring the iridescent blues and greens on the cave walls.
He'd waited years to travel here to witness the naturally formed South American marble caves.
Admittedly, he'd experienced a moment of apprehension when the tour guide had mentioned the local folklore of mysterious disappearances surrounding some of the cave structures.
But she'd assured the tour group that there hadn't been a reported disappearance for over fifteen years. That was enough to soothe his fears and allow him to go exploring without much of a second thought.
But now, as his feet kicked back and forth beneath the water’s surface, keeping him in place, he felt the initial apprehension creeping back in. The cave was beautiful, so that wasn't the problem. He loved being surrounded by such a beautiful natural feature, but a strange sensation of feeling watched made his skin crawl.
Then, he heard it. Whispering. It was faint, but he was sure it was real. Real enough to make him slow down his treading of the water to listen more carefully.
Silence, save for the gentle water sounds surrounding him.
He whipped his head around, water from his hair splashing him in the eye. He knew he hadn't imagined it that time, he thought, as his eyes darted around the mystical enclosure.
Where had the sound come from? And who'd called his name? Even more, who knew who he was out here in the middle of these South American waters so far away from home?
Wallace, the voice called again, more insistent and closer now. There was no doubt in his mind this time. An unmistakably feminine voice was calling for him.
Come to me, Wallace.
He spun around quickly again, then squinted down to peer into the crystal clear water.
There was nothing and no one around. In the distance he could see the tourists he'd come with swimming inside another cave. But they were so far away that none of them could have been responsible for the whispering he'd heard.
Come to me, Wallace.
What the hell? Wallace thought, just before he felt a slight tugging at his right leg. He flailed his arms, splashing wildly against the water's surface as he tried to swim back and away. But it was useless, as he felt something continue to pull on him. He looked down again in a panic, but there was nothing beneath the water and nothing grasping onto him. But that still didn't explain what he clearly felt.
Then, the inexplicable was compounded when the calm water began to rage around him.
Waves formed around him, almost as if participating in some strange synchronized dance of nature. Wallace watched in amazement as the wall of water assembled around him and began a steady, counterclockwise spin.
A whirlpool. Was he caught in the middle of a fucking whirlpool? Suddenly his dream vacation had become a nightmare.
And he soon found that his flailing and kicking did nothing to keep him from moving around the steady aquatic stream, closer and closer toward the center.
Wallace's fatigue from his fighting the inevitable soon won out and he was forced to surrender to whatever frightening place the whirlpool was taking him.
He let his body go limp and floated along with the current, closing his eyes so that he at least didn't have to watch the impending pull toward his watery death.
Death by drowning. He'd never imagined that would have been the way he'd go out. His mind flashed back to the childhood game he'd played with friends.
“What do you think would be the worst way you could die?” they'd asked.
Some picked death by fire. Others picked being buried alive, or a plane crash. For Wallace, it had always been death by drowning. That fear was what had propelled him to learn not only how to swim as a kid, but to even join his high school's swim team. He was sure that death by drowning would never be his fate. But ironically now, there he was, awaiting such a death.
Maybe if he closed his eyes it would at least expedite things, he thought. Hopefully the filling of his lungs with water would happen quickly and he wouldn't have to suffer too much and for too long.
He felt the rushing water encircling his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, sending up prayers and calls for help to anyone or anything that could help him now.
The beautifully clear water he’d just admired now splashed against his cheeks and into his eyes as it continued to rise. But there was nothing more he could do. He gave up, letting his body finish its last revolution along the whirlpool's path until it finally sucked him down underneath the water's surface.
He kept his eyes and mouth closed tightly, clinging to the last breath he'd managed to take in before going under.
The voice again? He was hallucinating for sure, he thought.
But his hallucinations and that voice were the last thing on his mind as he was kind of preoccupied at the moment with dying.
Wallace, breathe, and open your eyes.
Breathe? Confused, Wallace opened his eyes to find the shock of his life. In the distance, miles away, but within view, was an underwater city. The gorgeous structures appeared to be made of crystal and shone brilliantly in the same vibrant blue and green colors of the cove above the water's surface.
And...he could breathe...underwater! As his chest lifted, inhaling water happened as naturally as if he were breathing in air. What magical underwater world had he accidentally slipped into? And how would he get back?
Do you really want to leave so soon?
The voice came again and echoed around him in a kind of underwater surround sound.
Since this mystery woman could read his thoughts, Wallace figured answering her back in his mind would suffice.
What is this place? Who are you?
Wallace waited, his eyes scanning the city before him for signs of life. There was no one. Nothing. It was as if every living creature had abandoned the area. Wallace looked above him, straining to see if he could estimate the distance to the surface. From this position, he couldn’t tell how far down he was.
Wallace looked back over at the bright city behind him one last time before he began swimming upward. Surely he couldn’t be too far from the surface, he thought, hoping his assumption was correct. He may have been able to breathe underwater now, but who knows how long that would last, he thought. And if he could avoid making his death by drowning fear come true, he would.
You won't drown Wallace. You can't drown. You belong here.
The words were accompanied by a quick flash out of the corner of his eyes. He turned his head in the direction of the flash, only to see nothing in the clear water at his side.
Is that you? he thought, his head darting back and forth around him.
Another quick flash, but this time he saw what appeared to be a scaled fish tail swim by, then disappear from sight.
Where are you?
Silence. He waited a few minutes more for an answer, and when he received none, gave up and began his ascent toward the surface again.
This time he ignored the voice calling him as he focused on getting back above water.
The voice was louder and more insistent as he continued swimming, his eyes focused above him as he swam. He wasn’t going to be stopped any longer by hallucination, he thought, steeling himself as he sought to make it to the top. But when something swam directly above him, then past him and below him, he stopped dead in his tracks.
He was really losing it now because that something had the figure of a woman and...a fish. It couldn’t be. He looked around underneath the area where he swam searching to see if he was really imagining it or if he’d in fact encountered a mermaid.
Wallace felt ridiculous even thinking it. A mermaid? Really? There was no way in hell it could really be a mermaid. He turned his eyes back upward and swam even faster toward the surface. Maybe being underwater so long was causing delirium. He had to get back up to breathe air again. That would clear his mind, he reasoned. And he’d swim right toward the group, pretend like none of this happened, and never wander so far away from any tourist group again.
Wallace, please stay with me.
The figure was back and swimming toward him at an unbelievably break neck speed. Fearing collision, he swam to his side, in an attempt to move out of the way. But the figure just as quickly changed directions and continued on a path straight toward him.
Fear arrested him, and unable to move, he waited for the figure to reach him. As it grew closer he could see that the creature possessed the face of a beautiful woman and the distinct bare upper body of a woman as well. His eyes lowered to see the blue-green scales of the tail below her torso. There was no way it was his imagination, he realized,as she came to an abrupt halt centimeters in front of him.
His eyes widened in panic as the woman reached out to touch his face.
Please, don’t be afraid.
When her hand made contact with his face, a feeling of calm emanated from the point of contact and traveled down in a cascade until his entire body was placed into a state of ease. When her other hand cupped his other cheek an overwhelming feeling flooded over him. It could be described as nothing less than deep affection. The kind he’d felt only with one other woman he’d cared for. It felt almost like...like love.
He blinked several times, hoping that if this was an illusion, a few blinks would be enough to cause it to de-materialize and then he could continue on his way back up to the water’s surface.
I’m real, Wallace. And you have no need to fear. You know me, and I know you. I’ve been waiting many years for you.
Before he could ask her what she meant, her lips were on his. The kiss they shared was deep, all-consuming and better than any he’d ever experienced before. It almost felt as if not only were their mouths merging, but their entire beings as well.
As they kissed, he could feel her taking him up, up, and away. But their kiss was unbreakable as they moved upward through the water. Wallace lost himself in the hypnotizing pull of her lips locked on his and the enchanting feel of her tail encircling his legs. He'd never felt so safe before and never would've imagined it would be underwater with a mysterious mer-woman.
Finally they surfaced and Wallace was caught off guard by how easily he switched from breathing below water to inhaling air again.
“It's because you're one of us,” the mer-woman answered, reading his thoughts again, but answering his question aloud this time.
Wallace was startled again, but this time it was her voice that did it. It was pure melody, as if her voice became an effortless song floating in the air around them and moving with the wind.
His ears practically tickled from the delight of hearing such an entrancing sound. And she multiplied the effect by leaning forward, her bare nipples against his chest as she breathed her warm, humid breath against his ear.
“Would you like to stay with me a little longer?”
Mesmerized by eyes as azure blue as the water surrounding them he nodded. Her smile grew wide and she circled her arms around his neck, pressing her chest more firmly against his.
Her lips captured his again, and as he lost himself once more in the pleasurable feel of her soft mouth on his, he realized he didn't even know her name.
She pulled away and answered, “Milagros.”
“Milagros,” he said, rolling the name across his tongue as if testing it out.
She nodded and smiled at him kissing his lower lip, then his chin. She continued traveling down, slipping beneath the water as she created a line of kisses that started at his neck and only stopped when she reached his torso. He continued to tread water but worried if he'd be able to stay afloat as he was quite distracted by the ring of kisses she placed from the right side of his waist all the way to the opposite side.
Then, the feel of an unbelievably tight suction on his penis nearly sent him plunging underwater. It was practically impossible to stay above water when he could feel the alternation of her hands and mouth kneading and sucking him. He slowly sank down, water once again covering his head as he switched back to his newfound underwater breathing ability. He opened his eyes to watch Milagros’ enchanting form as she treated him to her oral offering.
And just as he felt himself teetering over the edge of climax, she ceased her oral treatment and grabbed his arm, leading the way as she swam them back toward the surface.
This time she'd brought them to the shore of a small island. Wallace noted the golden sand that covered the land and continued behind Milagros as she held onto his hand and led them both closer to the beach.
He wrinkled his brows in confusion as they drew closer to land. Did she plan to go ashore with him? And if so, how? he wondered, as he felt the occasional brushing of her tail against him as they waded toward the island.
But suddenly, the brushing against his body ceased and he watched as she, still holding his hand, emerged from the water to walk onto the beach. Her blue-green tail was now replaced with two long, graceful newly formed legs. Amazed, he watched as she walked with ease, leading the way as if she'd done this many times before.
She stopped abruptly and turned to face him, a look of pained offense in her eyes. Wallace heard her question, and her hurt, in his head, loud and clear. How could you think that?
Milagros then said defensively, “No, I haven't done this many times before. Only with you.”
She took hold of his arms and pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. He stepped forward until he was flush against her naked body. “When I'm with you, we can be the same,” she explained. “I can be human, like you.”
Wallace grinned, amused by the question that popped into his mind. “So why doesn't that work the other way around?” he asked. “What would you call it? A merman? Why can't I be one of those?”
She gave a sly smile that lifted a corner of her mouth. “Who says you can't?”
But before he could say any more, Milagros seized his mouth again with her own. Their kiss was deeper and more passionate this time as Wallace eased them both down onto the warm sand.
As she lay atop him, he caressed her back, reveling in the feel of her satiny soft skin. Wallace removed his lips from hers and bent down to suckle on her breast, alternately flicking and sucking on her taut, rosy colored nipples.
His penis hardened against her sex and only stiffened more when she groaned and ground her hips into him in response. He'd never wanted any woman as badly as he wanted Milagros now. Of course, she'd heard his thoughts, he realized, when she giggled and met his eyes momentarily before tossing her head back again and pushing her breast further into his mouth. But he didn't care if she’d heard him. He wanted her to know just how much he desired her. Just how much he wanted to feel himself throbbing inside her as their bodies joined, uniting them completely.
Wallace leaned forward and hooked his arms around her thighs, bringing Milagros up until she knelt in the sand, straddling his chest.
Lying on his back in the sand, his blazing, fiery eyes locked on hers, he said, “Come up here, Milagros. Let me taste you.”
He watched her body shiver from his heated request and was shocked by the fact that his own body shook too as he felt the electrifying delight she experienced simultaneously shoot through him. And he instinctively knew why ----they were connected. He was one of them, whatever they were, as Milagros had informed him earlier.
Milagros complied, scooting up on her knees until she now straddled his chin. He gripped her ass bringing her up so that the top of her mound brushed against his nose and her sex was planted squarely on his lips.
Milagros cried out with the first licks he gave, and even Wallace could feel the shock-wave she was feeling make its way down his own spine. Her hands naturally found his head, and she braced herself as she began to rock her hips, grinding her clit against his probing tongue and sucking lips.
She panted out, helplessly succumbing to the determined way he feasted on her, until she was a bucking, writhing mess exploding her orgasmic release into his mouth.
He slowly ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the sweet tangy taste of her before he lowered her down again until her pussy was pressed against his hard as steel cock.
She released a long moaning sigh as he entered her, his lengthy cock filling her to the brim.
She gripped his arms as she rode him enthusiastically, their pleasure entangling until neither knew whether the source of what they felt arose from him or from her. It was all one intertwined mesh of pure bliss.
Neither could last much longer and both surrendered to the most intense orgasm Wallace had ever known in his life.
Exhausted, they collapsed, sand granules decorating their naked flesh. Sleep overtook them as they drifted off into a rejuvenating slumber, where even their dreams of their life together in the watery depths of the ocean were shared.
Wallace had no idea how much time had passed when he felt Milagros gently shake him awake.
“It's late,” she whispered. “You must return now.”
Wallace lifted onto his elbows and shook his head. “Go back? Now? I want to stay a little longer.”
She gave him a sad smile and he could feel the true heartbreak beneath it weigh heavily on his own chest.
“If you don't go now, you can never go back,” she said. Now he understood the reason for her sadness. She didn't want to let him go but knew that she had to.
He paused a moment, looking out at the blue waves in the distance. Wallace turned back slowly to Milagros. “If I stay, will I go…”
A slight look of hope brightened her azure eyes as she finished his sentence, “...home with me?” She nodded. “Yes. You will join my sisters and the others in our city below.”
“Their human mates.” Her smile widened. “You were the last, Wallace.”
Speechless, he found himself entranced by the joy and hope in her eyes. It was infectious, and he could no longer fathom returning to his old life. To what? An empty apartment full of the same old routine? And worse, without Milagros?
He watched her chest lift as she drew in an anxious breath, hearing every word in his head as he contemplated his decision, and hoping against hope that he'd decide to stay.
He held out a hand and waited for her to place her small delicate one in his. “Let's go.”
She hopped up excitedly, pulling Wallace behind her as they ran back into the sea. When submerged, Wallace felt an odd tingling sensation prickle the skin of his legs. He looked down to find them merging and fusing until he too now possessed a turquoise colored tail identical to Milagros’. She glanced back at him and opened her mouth in a silent laugh.
Believe me yet? she asked him in her head.
He nodded. He'd believed long ago. But he definitely got it now. He was one of them.
“Welcome home, Wallace,” Milagros said, leading him to the city below.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.