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A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are
not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you’re looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments.
Enjoy.
Men are so easy, early in the morning, especially a man like Bob with such a strong oral need. Well, we’re all easy, early in the morning. As I took him, I remembered a morning before this expedition started, Andrea reaching for me, cradling me to a nipple, cooing, cradling, and stroking me until I was helpless in her arms, then taking me to a crashing orgasm.
As he moved, I eased him to an eager nipple, touching his cheek and cradling his head, not quite waking him. And oh that first contact! He moaned as he sucked, sliding his arms around me. I sighed, taking him deeper, suddenly on the edge of orgasm, not wanting to wake him any more, but yearning for that little bit of stimulation to push me over the edge.
More motion in the bed; I opened my eyes. From where we were, I could see through the thin drapes covering the window to a crystal-clear blue sky; we’d succeeded...
He moaned again in my arms, and as I moved his head gently, I knew why, as Andrea’s magic touch sent me over the edge, holding him to me, my eyes closing, holding him as he suckled hungrily. I tried to raise up, take more initiative, but Andrea’s voice and touch encouraged me deeper into bliss. With a sigh I gave myself to her.
From the sounds he made and the way he struggled in my arms, she was inflaming him as much as she was me. Through her encouragement, I rode him, holding his hands above his head, teasing him with my breasts.
Building to another orgasm, I heard something. Looking over, Andrea was partially covering -- who? I saw a gorgeous body, firm breasts, sexy waist, svelte hips with Andrea’s hand between long, shapely legs.
Another moan as Andrea did what she does so well. Kaye! That was Kaye?
Bob latched on to my left nipple, bringing me to orgasm. I leaned forward, pressing into him, grinding my hips, whispering in incantation, building, strengthening, feeling him stiffen beneath me, making more noise, oh yes, that’s it baby...
I collapsed forward, holding him, cradling him, taking him deeper. Beside me on the bed, Kaye was close, closer, there...
Muffled panting, a squeak, and Kaye saying, “What? Oh my GOD!” The bed moved as she jumped up. I couldn’t believe it either as she stood in front of a full-length mirror on the closet door -- someone put Kaye’s head on a Playmate’s body! She ran her hands over her now luscious body, giggling. Andrea got up, knelt in front of her, and latched on to a nipple. Kaye held Andrea’s head, her own head going back as she moaned.
I felt the tingle in my own breasts and held Bob closer.
Andrea carried Kaye off to the shower.
That sounded good. We’d wait our turn.
Laughter, giggling, moans from the shower.
I dozed for a while, filled with delicious sensations.
I woke to Kaye touching my shoulder. She was grinning ear-to-ear. “We’re going to our room to find clothes that will fit me,” she whispered, almost giggled. She kissed me on the forehead, then ran her hands over Bob, making him moan and writhe in my arms.
Andrea and Kaye left. Bob moved more, stretching, waking.
I kissed him on the forehead. “Good morning! Shower with me?”
He looked a little confused, so I moved him to the other breast and squeezed him.
I dragged him to the shower with me. We were sweaty, sticky, and as he woke, amorous still!
Drying off, he looked at himself in the mirror, and at me. “I guess it wasn’t a dream?”
I sighed and shook my head. “And we’re not sure how much was real.”
Knocking on the door -- Bob answered it. Andrea and Kaye came in, Kaye dressed in a mix of clothes from the three of us.
Bob closed the door and looked at her. “Have we met?” he asked, looking quite confused.
Kaye wasn’t confused -- she tackled him on to the bed!
“I’ll be back -- we’re moving in here; our room is a disaster!” Andrea told me.
I brushed out my hair. On the bed, Kaye had her top off, and was cradling him very nicely. She looked at me, then did something to make him moan. Show off! I shook my head.
Knocking, pounding at the door! I looked through the peep hole -- Andrea.
I opened the door and she rushed in. “Get packing! We need to be on a bus in less than an hour!” she shouted. “Kaye! Answer the phone when it rings!” Whoosh, she rushed out again!
Kaye started untangling herself, and the phone rang. She jumped for it!
“Yeah, yes... WHAT! Okay, I got it. Yes, I understand...” She pointed to me. “Wake him! Quick!”
Oh, he looked so peaceful, so blissed out... I closed my eyes momentarily to center myself, then cast the spell.
He twitched on the bed and sat up, looking around.
“Your passport and plane ticket,” Kaye demanded of him.
He got up and gave her what she’d requested.
“Pack! Hurry!” she told us, then started reading flight details.
I dressed and hurried to our room. It was a mess! Water everywhere! Our bags and clothes were dry, though. I changed and packed my stuff. Andrea got Kaye’s stuff packed.
“Take everything upstairs to his room -- I’ll get all of us checked out,” Andrea told me.
“What’s going on?” I asked, a reasonable request.
She sighed. “Another storm is moving in, and Lady Debra thinks someone may be after our newfound Warlock, given what happened yesterday...”
“Yeah,” I agreed. Any sensitive within a few hundred miles probably felt it.
We carried the bags upstairs. Bob was dressed, and pretty much packed. Andrea wanted his room key.
He started to hand it over, then stopped. “Wait. I need an explanation. What’s going on? What the hell happened yesterday, and last night?”
Andrea sighed and sat on the bed, patting a spot next to her. He sat down. I sat on the other side of him. Kaye sat in his lap! She put an arm around his head and started pulling him to her now bountiful bosom.
Andrea slapped her on the leg. “Stop that!” she scolded.
“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?” he asked.
“We are witches,” I told him, poking him in the chest with a finger. “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 saved you. For now, I’ll get us checked out, while Kaye and Gloria do what they need to do.” She took his room key, stood up, kissed him on the head, and left the room.
He shook his head, holding Kaye. “I don’t know...”
“Don’t worry about it for now. We’ll have time to explain later,” Kaye told him. She sighed, smiled, then looked deep into his eyes and ran her hands up his body, taking him, fast and deep! With a sigh he collapsed back on to the bed. She placed a hand on his chest, closing her eyes, her lips moving as she finished her work.
“He shouldn’t see this,” she told me as she stood up. “Gather the bags.” She pointed to the center of the floor.
I helped her gather them. She stood, centering for a moment, and then stripped Protection off everything!
“We need to go in naked, assuming they’ll be looking for us, for adepts,” she said. She kneeled at her bag, dug in, and pulled out a number of plastic bags of plant materials. She took two and handed the rest to me. “Flush these, now.”
I took them and did as she asked. So much work -- yet they represented a small fraction of what we’d collected. I understood the concern, not to attract any attention. But to an adept he was as inconspicuous as a lit flare! And the rest of us were overflowing with energy! How were we to mask that?
“What’s the plan? What are we up against?” I asked Kaye quietly. It was still hard to believe the change in her shape!
She sighed, running a hand through her short hair. “We’re booked through Mexico City to Dallas right now. They’re working on the rest. From what they can tell, once we take off from Canc n, we’re in the clear. They expect one or more teams looking for a rogue male, a diamond in the rough, Lady Debra called him -- she apologized to me! She’d Seen, but not believed his potential.”
“Did she sound scared?”
“I don’t know. Who can tell, with her? She made it sound like a cakewalk, yet she wants us to move quickly and carefully. She told me to trust my intuition.”
“I need to wake him -- Andrea is coming.” She sat next to him on the bed, moved her hands over him. He took a deep breath, sat up, and pulled her to a kiss.
Kaye made it a brief one, and stood up. She gave me a look as she stood, tongue hanging from her mouth.
I pulled his hands to help him stand.
He grabbed me, squeezing and kissing. “I want to be in your arms -- for hours,” he whispered in my ear. His touch sent shivers through me.
Knocking on the door.
Andrea swept in. “All right! The resort want folks to leave -- I got refunds, and the bus to the airport is free! Let’s go!”
“Before we do,” Kaye said, pulling a plastic bag from the pocket of my shorts...
She handed us each a leaf, and gave Bob a leaf and a half. She put a few into her pocket.
“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.”
We hustled ourselves and our bags down the stairs and to the bus. They were checking off names, and we were on the bus that was leaving real soon; one more person got on after we did, and we were off to the airport.
About halfway to the airport, I felt it, a woody, thick sensation... My powers, my sensitivity! Gone! I looked in panic to Kaye, then to Bob. He looked pale, shaky.
Kaye was at my shoulder. I gave her a concerned look.
“Yes,” she whispered in my ear, “It numbs, poisons our abilities. We look, taste, feel, the same as anyone else, even to sensitives, to fully trained witches.”
I nodded my head to Bob. How would it affect him?
Kaye shook her head. “Calculated risk. I have the antidote, but you need to give it to him.” She looked around, then snaked a hand under her blouse, and pulled out a pair of leaves.
Handing them to me, she said, “Put them in your bra, against your skin.” She kissed me on the head and moved back to her seat. I hid the leaves away, then held him. “How are you doing?” I asked.
He snuggled closer. “Weird, shaky. I need to be in your arms again.”
“I know,” I whispered, kissing him on the head, holding him.
The airport was chaos. Andrea and Kaye ran offense while I took care of Bob. It looked dicey for a bit, but we got checked in. First class, all the way to Dallas!
At times, with the crowds and the chaos, I wished I still had my skills, my powers.
Then I saw her.
I pulled Bob’s head to my shoulder, relying on touch to relax him. I heard and felt him sigh and relax into me as we sat together.
She was a raptor, a huntress, her eyes scanning the crowd. She was medium height, between Andrea and me in height, and stacked, wearing an outfit that accentuated her bosom, focused attention on her bosom. Damn, she looked tasty! But I thought of Andrea -- her hand touches the back of your head, your lips touch her breast, and you’re gone, helpless and loving it.
I watched her from the corner of my eye. She looked over the crowd, found someone? She walked to a family group, a family with a teenage son, sixteen, seventeen? I spotted the two acolytes following her.
The boy’s mouth dropped open as she approached. I saw her fingers move, casting... The family held unaware, the boy enchanted, gazing into her as she touched the sides of his face, pulling him to a cloth covered breast, holding him there for a moment. She smiled, probing, then touched his forehead and moved on, releasing them all with a flick of her hand.
I almost laughed! She was looking for an untrained warlock, and was assuming her prey was young! A natural conclusion to draw -- but wrong! I watched her as best I could -- yes, checking young males.
“Are you all right, Señor?”
I looked up to see another one -- another very busty woman, standing before us. Without my powers, I’d not felt her approaching.
I told her, “With the storm, we did not sleep. And his stomach -- he is too old for this kind of excitement,” I told her, hoping to reinforce flawed thinking.
She nodded, smiling, and cast a mild healing spell at him! “I wish you a safe trip,” she said, and walked off!
His color improved. We got the call to board our flight. Kaye and Andrea had been sitting apart from the two of us; they went through the final security checks before us. Dull and bureaucratic.
Still, I didn’t relax until I felt us lift away from the runway. I reached for the leaves stuffed in my bra, but when I glanced to Kaye, she shook her head: no!
I held Bob’s hand and waited.
When the seatbelt sign flashed off, Kaye came over. “Not yet,” she told me. “Something doesn’t feel right.”
I nodded. Bob looked a little pale. “How are you doing?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Not good. If I go too long without eating, I get migraine headaches...”
My stomach growled -- we hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday morning!
“That woman in the terminal -- one was coming on, but it went away. It’s back,” he told me.
“We could get you something to drink,” I suggested. The flight we were on didn’t have a meal service, just beverages.
He shook his head, gently. “No -- refined sugar would make it worse. I need something solid to eat.”
“As soon as we can,” I told him. “What can I do until then?”
He sighed as he looked at me. “Hold me, please.”
I slid a hand to the back of his head and held him as best I could.
As we started our descent, half an hour from landing, Kaye reached across the aisle, handing me something -- two more leaves. I gave her a questioning look. She nodded.
Okay, I trust you. I have to. I got Bob to chew and park one, I did the other. It didn’t do his color any good, and made me feel a bit queasy.
We could have gotten off first when we landed, being in first class, but I held back with Bob -- he didn’t look good. “How’s your head?” I asked.
He winced. “On a scale of one to ten, about eleven and a half.”
I saw Andrea and Kaye get off. Good, some separation between us. I waved the stewardess on and pulled his head to my breasts, trying to comfort him as best I could.
There was a gap in the crowd getting off, someone wrestling with luggage, so I got off with Bob and our bags.
Ooh, Kaye had been right. All the passengers from Cancún were being questioned. And while there was a uniformed man doing the questioning, there was a woman, a witch, and a buxom one, behind him.
Two queues, one queue wasn’t moving; we went to the one still moving.
I saw why. One of the families I’d seen in Cancún, with a teenage son, was being questioned. Two men talked to the mother, father, a daughter. Away from them, the witch had entranced their son. I saw the way she held his head, the entranced blissful look on his face.
Damn! A couple cut between Bob and me! What the hell was I going to do?
Bob’s turn to be grilled; he was shaky as he handed over his passport. Where was he going? Seattle, he told them. And as far as he knew, he was telling the truth! He didn’t know we were going to Dallas! Why was he in Cancún? A vacation that ended with the storm.
Oh shit. As the guy asked him another question, Bob turned and looked right at the witch. The look on his face was one of confusion, pain, I’m not sure what. He looked at her face, at her prominently displayed bosom, and back to her face.
She stepped closer. He looked at her bosom and sighed.
Oh shit. We are so screwed.
She frowned, a questioning look. The guy doing the questioning stopped talking and stepped back. Her acolyte, a young woman, stepped closer. Oh shit. They’d take him so quick he wouldn’t know what happened, soft and hard both.
The witch raised her hand, holding it about two inches from Bob’s forehead. She closed her eyes for a moment. What could I do? Where were Kaye and Andrea?
The witch opened her eyes and smiled. I saw her lips move a bit; Bob’s color improved.
She pulled his head to the exposed tops of her breasts, her lips moving. I heard him take a deep breath, then sigh, his arms holding her waist. Oh no, they’ve got him! The acolyte stepped closer.
But the witched shook her head, kissed Bob’s head, and raised him up again. She told him, “You will feel better soon,” gave him a hug, and waived him through!
I closed my eyes and sighed. Too damn close!
I needed every moment they spent questioning the next couple to regain my composure. I started by giving the leaves in my cheek another chew, swallowing my saliva, and parking the cud in my cheek again.
Their questioning of me was cursory at best. I wanted to throw up.
I caught up with him at baggage claim, and walked with him to the check in counter; we had to recheck everything. At least First Class had its own queue.
Kaye called me to where Andrea was standing, and handed our tickets to the agent behind the counter.
Andrea turned to us. “Our flight is delayed two hours, but they can get us on one leaving in about half an hour. We have all the bags?”
Yes, we did! And the agent behind the counter took one look at Bob and called for an electric cart to take us to the gate -- bypassing security and another witch!
Taking off from Mexico City, I took a deep breath. Andrea and Kaye were in the row in front of us. I squeezed Bob’s hand; he looked better. I was waiting for a sign from Kaye for the antidote.
“How are you?” I asked. “How’s your head?”
He took a breath, raising his eyebrows. “My head is surprisingly good. I’m starving!”
Luckily, they served us a good meal. We were both starving. First Class wasn’t full, so they didn’t have any problems giving him seconds.
His color was much better by the time we landed in Dallas. I felt better, but my head was still numb -- I couldn’t sense anything.
Customs was a fucking slap in the face. If I’d had my powers, I would have caused someone to crap their pants.
But we made it through. I met up with Kaye outside Customs. “What now?” I asked her as the three of us hugged.
“Andrea is calling in. We wait.” “How do you feel?” she asked Bob.
“Tired, but better,” he replied.
She touched him, then turned to me, frowning. “You didn’t give it to him?”
I shook my head, trying not to get upset. “I was waiting for you to give me the go-ahead.”
She started to speak, but paused. “I’m sorry,” she said, hugging us both. “Do it.”
I thought for a moment. “Wait for Andrea.”
Kaye nodded.
Andrea walked back, smiling. We hugged. Bob got a very good hug.
“Pittsburgh,” Andrea told us. “We’ll be met there, and spend a day or two in the area. They’re still figuring things out.”
“We’re safe?” I asked openly.
Andrea sighed, smiled, and nodded. “Yes, we are.”
We checked in, again. We had over an hour, so we went to the First-Class lounge. We took over a corner. Kaye swung around widdershins, casting, insuring nobody would bother us.
As Bob fixed himself something to drink, I told them of the witches we’d encountered. They saw the one in Cancún, but hadn’t seen her cast the healing spell. I told her of his migraines, the witch in Mexico City, the close call and clearing his headache, how the other witch had the teen boy, my suspicion they were looking for a teen male.
“That makes so much sense!” Kaye agreed noisily. “So dumb!”
“So what did they see in Bob?” I asked. “Neither of us have taken the antidote yet.”
Bob sat between Kaye and I, a can of Dr. Pepper in his hand. He looked better, yet on the verge of exhaustion.
Andrea took the can from his hand. Gesturing with a hand in front of his face, he didn’t notice her reaching behind his head until it was too late. Damn, she’s good! His eyes closed with a sigh as she took him. Both Andrea and Kaye closed their eyes for a moment, studying him. They opened their eyes.
“They saw a teacher, someone who helps, and gives and gives and gives even when he’s hurt, in pain,” Kaye told us.
Andrea nodded and woke him.
He sighed and drank about a third of the can of soda.
“Okay, what’s going on now? What was it with all those women?” he asked
“One moment,” I said, turning and reaching to pull the leaves from my bra.
I started to hand one to him, but Kaye stopped me.
“Put both in your mouth, chew them lightly, then pass one to him,” she said, then smirked.
Bob was feeling better -- he turned to me with a lopsided grin.
I did as instructed. Bob took his time accepting the gift, and I didn’t mind one damn bit!
But these tasted bitter! After about thirty seconds with it in my mouth, I had a feeling of too much horseradish rushing through my sinuses. My head cleared! Wow!
Bob was sitting, eyes wide open. He gripped the armrests of his seat, closed his eyes, and wobbled. We held him -- he spit out the leaf.
“What is it?” Kaye asked. “What can we do?” I asked.
“Hold me,” was his reply.
He opened his eyes after a minute or so. He looked around, and hugged us.
He sat back and took another long draw on his soda. “Wow... I got a rush, opening up is the best way I can describe it -- feeling people around me, especially you three. My guess -- those women, they were all witches, looking for me?”
“Yup,” Kaye acknowledged.
“And if they’d found me?” he asked.
“They were looking for a diamond in the rough,” Andrea started, then looked to me.
“They thought they were looking for a young male, a teen, seventeen or so. How were those women built? Were they attractive?”
Bob smirked and nodded, then looked more pensive. “My weakness...”
“When she held you, pulled you to her breasts?” I asked.
He sighed, his face relaxing. “My mind went blank, so peaceful. Damn, she got rid of my migraine, though. My weakness?”
I rubbed his back lightly. “And one of your strengths, your ability to let go. Two or three days with them...”
“Two or three blissful days,” Andrea suggested.
Bob looked more pensive. “As opposed to what will happen with you? To what you’ve done to me already?”
Kaye looked stunned and hurt; moisture collecting in her eyes. I felt the pain as well.
“Bob,” I told him, emotion in my 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 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. She has more Sight than the rest of us. “Quite a few would not be alive now,” she whispered.
“If you wish,” Andrea told him, “I can get you a hotel room for the night and book your flight on to Seattle.”
We sat.
He looked at us, then pulled Kaye to his lap, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sorry I made you cry,” he whispered to her, and kissed her neck. “Please forgive me.”
He opened his arms and pulled Andrea and me in. “My God, what a dilemma!” he said.
“What?” Andrea asked.
He turned to her. “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.” He turned to me. “But I want to be in your arms, at your breast -- I’m at peace when you hold me.” He squeezed Kaye, still in his lap, and bit her neck. She squealed in delight. “And I want to devour you,” he growled into her neck. “I want to be in bed, making love with all of you.”
I put a hand on his shoulder. “Part of that is the binding,” I told him.
“And part is the way your body is becoming conditioned to us,” Andrea added.
“But that binding goes both ways?” he suggested.
“I need you. Suckling you does something very strong to me,” I told him.
“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, caressing his shoulder. “And I love the way you fill me, and having you nurse at my breast.”
Bob let out a deep sigh. “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?” he asked.
“The outside name doesn’t matter; inside, it’s Miskatonic.”
“Never heard of it,” he muttered.
Andrea sighed. “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,” he suggested. “Break me in, train me.”
Andrea, Kaye and I looked at each other. Why did that sound so good? Did he have those talents too?
“You wouldn’t mind moving?” Kaye asked.
He shrugged. “The bozos where I’m teaching now don’t know what to do with me. I’ve been looking around anyway.”
Kaye hugged him.
“Does that mean you want to study physics?” he challenged.
She looked shocked, then kissed him while we laughed.
A boring flight from Dallas to Pittsburgh. We were met by a couple in their 50’s, both alums. We could sense them, and sense the difficulty we caused them. He was a psychiatrist, she was a stock broker. They had a house in a well-do-do suburb, and an apartment downtown; she’d had a feeling, and had the apartment cleaned the day before. It was ours, as long as we needed it.
It was kind of funny; they drove us to the apartment, and practically ran away!
Standing near the door, the psychiatrist shook Bob’s hand. “Doctor Serrano, it’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you, but we really must go -- I look forward to spending more time with you, but later!”
“What did that mean?” Bob asked after the door closed behind our hosts and the three of us stopped laughing.
Kaye stepped up to him, putting her arms around his neck. “It means you’re still radiating energy, and especially lust. We need to work on that.”
“You’re about as quiet and subtle as a steam calliope right now,” Andrea told him.
“After dinner?” he suggested to Kaye between kisses.
Andrea shook her head. “What would you like?” she asked, opening the refrigerator and freezer.
“Lasagna?” he suggested.
My stomach growled in agreement.
Andrea chuckled and pulled a large frozen lasagna tray out of the freezer.
“I could get used to this,” Bob muttered.
“Why don’t you shower,” Andrea suggested. “This takes half an hour. Shower ALONE!” she called out as Kaye undid his buttons.
Kaye stuck out her lower lip in a pout. Bob walked away chuckling.
Andrea shook her head. “Why don’t you call in and let people know we’re alive.”
Kaye sighed. “Okay.”
I looked to Andrea. “I’m going to take a break.”
She smiled and nodded, putting our dinner in the oven.
The apartment was a large two bedroom. I’d already slipped off my shoes. I sat on the floor near a couch, swung my legs up on the couch, and scooted my bottom up close to it. With a sigh I let my arms go out into a “t” and closed my eyes.
My head still buzzed. What a trip! I thought about my path, how I’d gotten here. In a sense, Andrea and I were the lucky ones; we both had close relatives, aunts, who were alums of the school. I smiled, chuckling to myself -- alums -- a polite term for adepts, witches... In my case, Aunt Karen watched me, helping and guiding from the sidelines as I grew. When puberty hit, she was there to help. My parents still didn’t know, and I don’t think they suspected. All they knew was that early on, I’d decided that Miskatonic was where I wanted to go to college. Andrea was similar, but her parents knew. She’d been guided by her mom’s older sister.
Kaye had taken the other all too common path. She hadn’t shared the details with us, other than she finally met a psychologist who was an alum, who alerted the school. They’d sent a team out to untangle matters. I’d gone on some of those “outreach” trips; some times they’re successful, we find and help a sensitive, other times they’re not, and we deal as best we can with really screwed up kids. Oh, there are other groups around the country we steer sensitives to; there are very good groups along the West Coast, particularly in San Francisco, Seattle, and a spot along the Oregon coast. But Miskatonic is “our” school.
Damn, I hope we can get him. It’s a shame... No, it’s genetics; I helped with yet another study demonstrating why female sensitives are eight times more prevalent than males, and we’re damn rare to begin with.
Oh, he’s in the room again -- I can feel him, and hear him coming closer.
“May I help?” he asked. I felt his warmth as he sat by my head.
“Please,” I answered.
Warm, strong hands holding my head. “Take a slow, deep breath,” he coached. “And when you let it out, let go of everything...”
When I exhaled he pulled gently on my head, extending me. We repeated the cycle a few times. He surprised me by putting a hand on my chest, and as I exhaled, pressing down strongly, releasing a string of popping noises and sensations from my chest and spine! Then he stretched me out again, hands at the base of my skull, moving me gently.
He kissed my forehead, whispered, “Namaste,” and got up.
He got up, leaving me relaxed, yet wet...
The four of us sat at the dining room table for dinner. I was initially upset I didn’t get to sit next to Bob, but sitting across from him was better, looking at him, having him look at me. We had lasagna, a salad, and a nice, cold white wine. We had candles and flower on the table, and a nice view out the windows.
“What’s happening?” Andrea asked Kaye.
“Some people from school will be arriving tomorrow,” she told us. “Mainly to work with you,” she nodded to Bob, “but they want to interview each of us, as you’d expect. They also want us, Bob and me, to go to a clinic near here for tests.”
“What happens after that?” I asked.
She sighed and sipped her wine. “Sunday, Bob flies home. He won’t be alone, but that’s all I know.”
“Where’s Everett?” I asked him.
“About an hour north of Seattle,” Bob answered. “Why?”
I shrugged. “There’s a very good group up there from what I know.”
“Group?” he asked.
“Coven, of witches,” Andrea answered. “Where do you live?”
“Just south of Seattle.” He shook his head. “Why me? Why now?”
We looked at each other.
Andrea answered for us. “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.” We all agreed.
Bob helped us clean up after dinner.
“You look beat,” I told him.
He sighed and nodded. “Yup. Not what I’d expected, that’s for sure.”
“I have a suggestion,” Andrea said in a sultry voice.
“Ah, okay, what?” I asked cautiously.
“Why don’t we all get ready for bed, and meet in the master bedroom,” she suggested. “Kaye and I will use the small bath.”
In the bathroom with Bob, I told him, “You need to speak up.”
He chuckled, rinsing his mouth after brushing his teeth.
He glanced down, then turned a bit. He had a glorious erection, and I was being very good not paying more attention to it! “The flesh is oh so willing, but the spirit is flat pooped out,” he told me.
“Gentle, soothing?” I suggested.
He nodded, his “interest” perking up a little more.
I took his hand and walked to the bedroom. Both of us were naked.
Andrea was sitting on the bed, also naked. I gave her a questioning look.
“Kaye is already in bed,” she said with a smile that made me shiver.
She looked to Bob, holding out her arms. “Tonight, soft and gentle, drifting on clouds...”
Wow -- I think he was halfway there before she even touched him!
She eased him to the bed, leaning over him and suckling him, stroking his face, then his body.
She sat up and beckoned to me. I was still standing there, watching in awe, and practically dripping on the floor. I moved closer.
“For you too -- you don’t know, do you?” she whispered.
Know what? I didn’t have the chance to ask, as she pulled me to a nipple, cradling me, taking me.
She orchestrated us, oh so deliciously. I suckled him, teased him, and rode him. I don’t know how many times I came before he came inside me, filling me while he sucked so hungrily.
We curled up in a cloud, drifting and rocking. I sang him to sleep in my arms, and quickly followed him.
Read the other side - Staggering Through the Eye of the Storm
Phantasy in Progress
Rev 11/21/2004
Calm in the Eye of the Storm
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
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