© Copyright 2004 by silli_artie@hotmail.com
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again, if all you’re looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
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I can’t think of a better way to go to sleep, or to wake up, than in someone’s arms. Funny, I know I was in a bed, but still, it felt like I was rocking. Weird dreams -- Chichen Itza, dark-skinned people. I reached for something, and saw a hand, my hand, and my arm -- dark skin, a coiled silver bracelet.
Dark things moving around me, large, powerful. Part of me wanted to hide, but part of me knew them. Something was looking for me -- I was scared. I tried to run, frightened. Someone comforted me, held me. I was safe. Speaker, binding with softness. I knew her name, another name. Snuggling in, holding, safe and warm.
I saw another woman, circling, looking, searching. A hawk, keen eyes, sharp talons, full breasts. As she circled, searching, she moved, danced -- her hips, her breasts, her arms, calling. Dark hair, dark skin, the sign of the serpent in silver. Searching, seeking, calling, the promise of pleasure in her arms, the way her hips undulated, the sway of her full breasts.
Not quite waking to a nipple in my mouth, hands cradling me. Soft touch, soft voice taking me, floating again. Looking for the hawk -- she’s not here. Oh! Hands, voices, touching, squeezing -- my women.
Almost awake to a wet dream, being ridden. Eyes opening, feet tangled in sheets, blue sky out the window -- it’s real. Reaching, holding, taking a real nipple, feeling her weight on top of me, hearing her come, feeling it build, coming, holding.
Soft voice and soft touch again, floating, safe and comforted.
Waking, squeezed to a breast, happy voices, so nice to let go again.
In the shower, waking up to the sharp spray of water. Gloria? God, parts of it weren’t a dream? I was in the shower with a beautiful young woman, kissing and sliding soapy bodies together. It took a while to get the coating of sweat and sunscreen off us, but damn it was fun! I was still confused, some times expecting my skin to be dark brown, feeling larger, stronger.
Drying off in the bathroom, looking at her. “I guess it wasn’t a dream?” I asked.
She smiled, but shook her head. “I’m not sure how much was real.”
We dressed. I needed to get something to eat, or I’d be in trouble. Looking out the window, yes, we’d had a hell of a storm -- trees down, stuff scattered all over. What had been real?
The knock on the door was real. I answered it. I recognized Andrea, but who was the other one?
“Do I know you? Have we met?” Her face looked familiar, but her body...
She grabbed me and pushed me to the bed, all over me. It was Kaye! We rolled on the bed, kissing, feeling. I remembered -- I’d done that, we’d done that, whoever used me. Kaye wanted it, and I’d given it to her.
She pulled up her top -- what beautiful breasts! And tasty, too... Oh so good...
Wide awake with my heart thumping -- Kaye on the phone, Gloria standing near me.
“Your passport and plane ticket!” Kaye yelled at me. I hopped off the bed and dug into my bag, giving it to her. “Pack! Hurry! We’re getting out of here!” she yelled.
I swept through the room, packing my things. Luckily, I hadn’t brought much, and tended to live out of my bags.
Kaye was taking notes, off the phone. Another knock on the door -- I opened it to Andrea and Gloria bringing in a bunch of bags, dropping them by the door. Kaye huddled with them for a moment.
Andrea turned to me. “Give me your room key -- I’ll get us checked out.”
I almost handed it over, but stopped. “No. I need an explanation. What the hell happened yesterday? Last night? What’s going on?”
Andrea sighed and moved to the bed, sitting down. She motioned to a spot next to her. I sat down, Gloria sat next to me, and Kaye sat in my lap! She wrapped her arms around me, and started pulling my head to her breasts.
But Andrea yelled, “Stop that!” and slapped Kaye on the leg.
“We are witches,” Andrea explained. “Yesterday we entered a place of great power. You were used as a conduit, a connection. The storm -- you were a conduit. The changes to Kaye? You did that. Because of the, ah, disruption, and its scale, we need to get out of here, now. Besides another storm front coming, we’re concerned that people may be looking for the center of this disruption -- you.”
“You’re ... witches?” I asked. I didn’t understand
“We are witches,” Gloria said, poking me in the chest. “Andrea, Kaye, me, and you -- you are a witch . Untrained, but with tremendous potential.”
Andrea added, “We can talk about it more when we’re safe, but your yoga training certainly made a difference. For now, I’ll get us checked out, while Kaye and Gloria do what they need to do.” She took my room key, kissed me on the head, and left the room.
I shook my head, Kaye still in my lap. “I don’t know...”
“Don’t worry about it for now. We’ll have time to explain later,” Kaye whispered to me.
I looked deep into her eyes. I felt her hands running up me as I fell, so deep, into those eyes.
I woke on my back. A deep breath and I sat up, Kaye next to me. I grabbed her and kissed her.
She stepped away, helping me stand.
I took Gloria and kissed her, holding on. “I need to be in your arms, for hours,” I whispered. She held me. “Oh, I know...”
Another knock on the door, Kaye answering. Andrea came in.
“We’re out of here! Refunds, free bus ride to the airport. Let’s go!” Andrea told us.
“Before that,” Kaye said, rummaging in a pocket of her tight shorts. God, what a change! She was a knockout!
She handed us leaves, “Put them in your mouth,” she told us, and put hers in her mouth. “Chew it a little, roll it around, good, now park it in your cheek. Let it sit there. It’s okay if you swallow it, but better if you let it sit. Yeah, it’s minty, a little bitter. It will taste sweet in a moment. Let’s go.”
Ah well, an appetizer... I still needed something to eat, though. My stomach wasn’t bothering me, but it was only a matter of time.
We hustled the bags down to the bus and got on.
It wasn’t a good ride. Damn, I screwed up. If I go too long without eating, I get migraines. And of course my medication was sitting on the bathroom counter in Seattle, with another package in my desk drawer in the office at school. Damn.
But it wasn’t a normal migraine coming on.
Gloria was sitting next to me, the armrest between us pulled up, about the only good thing. “How are you feeling?” she asked me.
“Shaky, weird,” I told her. “Please hold me.”
She did. That helped.
I wanted to be floating in her again, oh how I wanted that! But I was caught in a gummy, confused, detached something. I couldn’t think straight. I helped carry bags into the airport, and stuck to Gloria, holding her.
Her touch was still comforting, sitting next to her on a bench. A woman came up to us and asked how I was feeling. When I looked up, I saw her delicious breasts, full, soft, warm, inviting before me. But my head was so gummed up I couldn’t say anything.
Gloria, sitting beside me, told her, “With the storm, we did not sleep. And his stomach -- he is too old for this kind of excitement.”
My heart sank, hearing that. Old? She thought I was old?
The woman in front of me smiled. I took a breath, feeling better. “I wish you a safe trip,” she told us.
I was still shaky, but better -- I didn’t have the impending feeling of doom that precedes a really bad migraine.
The airport was a madhouse, people trying to get out, flights full, canceled, chaos. We made it on ours, seated in First Class, such as it was -- twenty or so seats at the front of the bird.
Gloria and I held hands.
A few minutes in the air, Gloria asked, “How are you doing?”
“Not good,” I told her. “If I go too long without eating, I get migraine headaches... I was feeling better when we boarded; I thought I’d shaken it. It’s coming back,” he told me.
“We could get you something to drink,” Gloria offered.
I shook my head, gently. “No -- refined sugar would make it worse. I need something solid to eat.”
“As soon as we can,” she told me. “What can I do until then?”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “Hold me, please.”
She slid a hand to the back of my head, holding me. It helped.
She gave me another leaf just as we started our descent. I chewed it and put it in my cheek. Guess I’d swallowed the earlier one.
God, that didn’t help at all! My head was pounding by the time we landed. My usual migraine pattern is sideways across my head, ear to ear. This had a front-to-back component to it as well; my teeth hurt.
“How’s your head?” Gloria asked as we taxied.
“On a scale of one to ten, about eleven and a half,” I managed to tell her.
She turned, and turned me, pulling my head to her breasts, holding me. That helped, smelling her, feeling her warmth.
She led us off the plane. I thought Andrea and Kaye should be in front of us, but I couldn’t see them. We were queued up for something. I had my carry-on bags. As we switched from one line that didn’t seem to be moving to another one, a couple got between Gloria and me. I started to drop back to her, but all of a sudden, I was in front of a guy asking questions. I handed him my passport.
Where was I going? Home, to Seattle. Where had I been? In a hell of a storm!
As he spoke, I looked around and saw a woman standing nearby. The raptor from my dreams? She was dressed provocatively, showing off her bosom. What was it today, that all I wanted to do was curl up in a soft, warm, full bosom? Well, what’s wrong with that?
She stepped closer to me, in front of me, looking at me. I glanced down at an expanse of lovely skin.
I was still confused, but my head cleared a little.
Oh, soft hands on my head, lowering me to softness. I held her waist, my head held in her bosom, floating again. The tremendous throbbing pain in my head faded! I took a deep breath through my nose, filling myself with her scent, kissing the tops of her breasts, feeling her softness and warmth, hungry for more.
She raised my head. I looked into her eyes. If Gloria didn’t want me, maybe she would. I gave myself to her as we hugged.
But she wished me well, and sent me on my way.
I felt a lot better, walking towards baggage claim. Exhausted and starving, but better. Still confused, but a whole lot better!
I was putting my bags on a cart when Gloria caught up with me, a big smile on her face, sweeping me into a hug and a kiss. Oh, so good to be in her arms again! We loaded her bags along with mine and found Kaye and Andrea at check in. We were hustled onto a flight -- to Dallas! They even gave us a ride to the gate in a cart, and put us right on the plane, in First Class!
“How are you?” Gloria asked after we took off. “How’s your head?”
“My head is surprisingly good. I’m starving!” I told her, and gave her a kiss, my hands wandering over her.
We lucked out -- they fed us, and didn’t mind serving us more. I was starving, and so was Gloria!
By the time we landed in Dallas, I was exhausted, but good.
I caught up with them after clearing Customs, hugging Gloria, then Kaye as she wiggled into my arms. “What now?” I asked them.
“Andrea is calling in. We wait. How do you feel?” Kaye asked.
“Tired, but better,” I told them.
I turned, looking for Andrea. She smiled as she approached. I held her close.
She told us we were headed for Pittsburgh, there for a couple of days. The important thing was that we were safe. We checked in, again, getting rid of most of our bags, and headed to the First Class lounge to crash for a bit. Gloria took my bag while I got something to drink. Sugar and caffeine would get me through a few more hours, until I crashed.
I walked back to them, and sat between Kaye and Gloria. Gloria gave me such a smile, opening up, looking deep into me.
I turned as Andrea took the Dr. Pepper can from my hand. She gestured in front of my face. Oh, what she does to me! My eyes closed as I sighed, suddenly enveloped in softness again.
Eyes opening, I picked up my can and took a long sip. God, so intense -- like being hit, wrapped up in softness, so sudden. And it was so good...
“Okay, what’s going on now? What was it with all those women?” I asked them.
“One moment,” Gloria said, putting a hand on my leg, reaching a hand under her top, retrieving something.
“Put both in your mouth, chew them lightly, then pass one to him,” Kaye told her.
I looked to Gloria, taking a breath through my nose. When she moved closer, closing her eyes, I did the same. Eventually I took the offered leaf and sat back.
Bitter, and then, whoosh! I opened my eyes -- it was like a surprise load of wasabi, clearing my sinuses! I grabbed the chair as my head wobbled and spun, like I was shooting up in the air. My head cleared, and more -- I could feel them around me. I could feel a connection, and something special about the connection with Gloria.
Another wave of dizziness -- I got rid of the leaf.
“What is it?” Kaye asked. “What can we do?” Gloria asked.
“Hold me,” I said, clamping my eyes closed.
They held me. Something extra in the contact, something grounding.
I opened my eyes and took another sip of soda. “Wow... I got a rush, opening up is the best way I can describe it -- feeling people around me, especially you three.” I thought about the day, the women, the hunters in the airports. “Those women, they were all witches, looking for me?” I thought of the ones I’d seen, the ones I’d seen in my dreams...
“Yup,” Kaye acknowledged.
“And if they’d found me?”
“They were looking for a diamond in the rough,” Andrea started, then looked to Gloria.
“They thought they were looking for a young male, a teen, seventeen or so. How were those women built? Were they attractive?”
I sighed, frowning a bit, remembering looking up to the first one, being held by the one in Mexico City. “My weakness...”
“When she held you, pulled you to her breasts?” Gloria asked.
I sighed, going back to that. If she was after me, she had me. I was hers. “My mind went blank, so peaceful. Damn, she got rid of my migraine, though. My weakness?”
Gloria rubbed my back. “And one of your strengths, your ability to let go. Two or three days with them...”
“Two or three blissful days,” Andrea suggested.
I opened my eyes. “As opposed to what will happen with you? To what’s happened already?”
Kaye gasped in surprise and stepped back from us. I held one of her hands.
“Bob,” Gloria told me, emotion in her voice, “We awakened the power within you, and protected you afterwards. Yes, we have bound you to us, but we are also bound to you. And because we are trained adepts, our bonds to you are oh so much stronger. Feel it -- it’s true. We will not hold you against your will, for the simple selfish reason that to do so would bring us great harm. We will show you the path, but you must decide if it is a path you wish to take.”
Andrea nodded. “If you had gone up those steps without us, unprepared, you would not be alive now.”
Kaye shuddered. “Quite a few would not be alive now,” she whispered.
“If you wish,” Andrea told me, “I can get you a hotel room for the night and book your flight on to Seattle.”
I thought about it. They’d moved to protect me, I think. But why? Why had they involved themselves in he first place? The women in my dreams -- hunters. At the airport, hunters. They’d gotten me through that. I could feel a connection, between us, among us. They’d been afraid of those hunting us, hunting me. Why? Because they wanted me? Gloria, there was a stronger connection there.
I sighed, and looked at them. I pulled Kaye to my lap, wrapping my arms around her. “I’m sorry I made you cry,” I whispered to her, and kissed her neck. “Please forgive me.”
“My God, what a dilemma!” I sighed, hugging the other two to me.
“What?” Andrea asked.
I turned to Andrea. Her touch, what she did to me... “You... You take me to such an incredible place... And when you surprise me, take me there... It’s so incredible; I can’t explain it.”
I turned to Gloria. Oh, the hunger she brought up in me. The look in her eyes when I looked at her. “But I want to be in your arms, at your breast -- I’m at peace when you hold me.”
Kaye still in my lap, I squeezed her and bit her neck. She squealed in delight. “And I want to devour you,” I growled. “I want to be in bed, making love with all of you.”
Gloria touched my shoulder. “Part of that is the binding,” She whispered.
“And part is the way your body is becoming conditioned to us,” Andrea added.
“But that binding goes both ways...” I reminded.
“I need you. Suckling you does something very strong to me,” Gloria told me.
“I want to ride you,” Kaye growled.
“And I love the look of surprise on your face, the way your breath catches when I take you,” Andrea said, touching my shoulder. “And I love the way you fill me, and having you nurse at my breast.”
I sighed. “I guess it’s unanimous, then. I hope wherever we’re going has a big bed!”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure of that,” Andrea added.
“Why Pittsburgh? Weren’t there any flights to Boston? What’s the name of your school, anyway?” I asked.
“The outside name doesn’t matter; inside, it’s Miskatonic.”
“Never heard of it,” I told them.
Andrea shook her head. “We’re going to Pittsburgh, actually to an alum’s place outside Pittsburgh for a few days while the people at school figure out what to do next. They do a lot of delicate things around school, and right now, you’re like a bull in a china shop. I’m not sure what’s going to happen.”
“They could send one or two of you back to Seattle with me while I finish out the semester,” I joked. “Break me in, train me.”
“You wouldn’t mind moving?” Kaye asked.
I shrugged. “The bozos where I’m teaching now don’t know what to do with me. I’ve been looking around anyway.”
Kaye hugged me, wiggling sensuously.
“Does that mean you want to study physics?” I teased.
She looked shocked, then kissed me while the others laughed.
Pittsburgh -- I’d almost taken a job at CMU a number of years ago. The flight was boring, no food. I held Gloria. I wanted to hold her, to be in her arms, to devour her. Oh, Andrea and Kaye turned me on, and I wanted them -- being in Andrea’s arms, sucking on her, letting go to what she did to me -- floating in bliss.
Damn -- just like the huntress at the airport. Andrea, yesterday morning -- her touch, melting me. They’d all done it to me yesterday. Kaye did it this morning. The huntress did it to me at the airport.
Aha -- a difference. The huntress did it to me. Kaye, this morning on the bed -- she was sharing it with me. Gloria in the plane when we landed -- she was helping me. When Andrea did it, she enjoyed it too.
And last night, closing out the storm with them... Kaye threw herself at me. So did Gloria. Andrea played with me. That had been wild. This morning, they’d been concerned.
I held Gloria, snuggling closer. Tired. Worry about it later.
A couple about my age met us, and took us to an apartment. I got the feeling they were connected, somehow. More witches? Useful skills for a stockbroker, a shrink. But they acted strange, dropping us and running.
When I asked what was the matter with him, Kaye hugged me and told me I was radiating energy, and lust, which disturbed sensitives and adepts around us -- the psychic equivalent of a steam calliope, very loud, barely controlled.
With a wiggle and lust in her eyes, she suggested we work on the problem...
My stomach growled. I suggested after dinner, and she went off pouting.
Andrea suggested lasagna, which sounded great. She suggested I shower, which sounded good too.
Showering alone... This morning in the shower with Gloria had been so nice. Carol -- she never showered with me, even though I offered. I wish her well, wherever she is.
I dried off, brushing out my hair. I put on sweat pants and a sweat shirt.
Kaye was setting the table, Andrea in the kitchen putting together a salad.
I saw Gloria, laying on the floor, legs up on the couch... I hadn’t done any yoga since yesterday morning. Well, I’d done a Warrior variation on the top of Kukulkan... I’d felt energy flowing through me in yoga before, but never like that!
I sat at Gloria’s head and after asking permission, helped her. When I first touched her I felt the connection, her acceptance, her openness to me.
Dinner was good. I was hungry, and felt I had an hour or two before I collapsed. Gloria sat across from me; our eyes locked periodically, and it was nice. Hell, it was great!
Kaye filled us in. Some folks from their school were coming out to interview us. They also wanted us to go to a local clinic for some tests. Fine, as long as it doesn’t cost me anything.
I also was flying home Sunday, and not alone. Gloria? Oh, I hoped so... Kaye wasn’t sure, but sounded disappointed.
The big question I had for them -- why me, why now?
They all sighed; Andrea answered. “I think we’ve all asked that question in our lives, and I don’t think any of us has ever gotten a satisfactory answer. Maybe we’ll learn more tomorrow.” She raised her glass, smiling. “But I’m very glad you’re here.”
“So am I,” I answered, raising my glass. Especially considering the alternatives...
Cleaning up in the master bath after dinner, I sighed. I was beat.
Gloria told me, “You need to speak up.”
I had to laugh; I rinsed my mouth. She was standing next to me, naked, fresh from the shower. Parts of me were very aware she was there. “The flesh is oh so willing, but the spirit is flat pooped out,” I told her.
She shook her head. “Gentle, soothing?” she suggested.
I sighed and nodded. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
Andrea was sitting on the bed, naked.
She looked to me, holding out her arms. “Tonight, soft and gentle, drifting on clouds...”
Oh, please... She helped me to the bed, leaning over me, holding me to a delicious breast. So soft, so warm, so filling -- I was floating in her arms. I wanted her so much, but I made love with Gloria, made love on a cloud, drifting to sleep in her arms afterwards.
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Phantasy in Progress
Rev 12/28/2004
Staggering Through the Storm
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