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From: "Kenny Gamura" <turtlemeat69@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Death and Life on my Futon <*> {Gamera} (MF magic)
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Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2006 02:10:02 -0500
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                         Disclaimer

This is just a story, okay.  It is meant for grown ups,
however the area of the world you live in defines it.
Nothing like this ever happened and nothing like it ever
should, get it.  It is completely something from my
imagination.  This means it belongs to me, its creator, not
to you, even if you live in China.  So don't republish or
repost or anything like that without me saying it's all
right.  Formating was done in Courier New, so that is what
it looks best in.  I spell like crap.  suzee did her best
to fix it, but their is only so much she can do.

Yotna, review it if you dare!

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera

turtlemeat69@hotmail.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera/www
http://storiesonline.net

                 Death and Life on my Futon
                             by
                       Kenny N Gamera

It is Friday night.  The doorman waves me through as he
studies some boy's fake ID.  Just inside the crowded room,
I pause for a moment.  The boy and his companions move
around me and sink into the mass of standing people.  Soon,
they are lost among the bodies, young and beautiful, male
and female.  Loud voices bounce from the wood paneled walls
and the drop tile ceiling.  All the echoes merge into a
faint rumbling that almost bury the sound seeping from the
jukebox.

I lift my arm to reach out but stop so that my joined
fingers point some few meters in front of me.  My arm falls
limp to my side.  With a long breath, I inhale slowly, and
the lids settle over my eyes.  Slowly, the air floats out
from my body.  I open my eyes.

The room is empty.  The only reminder of the crowd is a
dull, distant hint of the crowd's noisy voice.  It reminds
me of the waves on the big lake, heard inside the stand of
oaks just behind the sand dunes. The half-light from the
track fixtures filtered and flickering as if sunlight
through trembling leaves.

She stands across the room at the bar.  She watches me with
a strong unblinking gaze of her deep black eyes, as I stand
motionless at the entrance. Inside my imagination, my
fingers can feel the softness of her brown skin as they
slide along the full cheeks of her round face.  In my mind,
my head bends down to bring her ruby lips to mine in a
gentle kiss.

The image collapses and dissolves into the nothing that is
its substance.  I find my eyes again open, not knowing that
they had closed.  She still watches me from her spot, but
her lips have turned into a mirthful smile, her dark eyes
shining with the internal laughter of delight.

My fingers curl into my palms.  My arms tense to my
shoulders.  The blood rushing through my body burns my face
and drowns the faraway sound with roar of its flood through
my veins.  I will myself to turn and leave.

I do not.

I find myself weaving my way through obstacles unseen, like
the outlawed prince of men making way through a thicket of
magic vines to go to the fairy king's one, precious
daughter.  She stands still and waiting.  She stays when I
reach her, though I think she would dance away.  Her skin
is as soft and warms as it was in my imaginings.

She stands to my chest, forcing her head to tilt to see
into my face.  I look down at her, studying.  She hides her
body behind baggy exercise pants and a too big sweatshirt.
Her long black hair, tied in a tail by a rubber band level
with the nape of her neck, falls to her waist.

I swell in desire.

She holds a glass to her lips as if to drink.  The water
inside touches her lip.  Her eyes still look up at me.

"I want you." I tell her

"No."

The sound of people crowding in celebration crashes around
me.  I stand next to the bar, alone in a swell of bodies
that I could touch if I would only reach out.  I turn to
the bar and give my order.  I stare down into the offered
beer and watch individual bubbles burst within the white of
the foam.  I summon the strength to will away the sob
building inside, to spare myself the stares of the mob.  I
close my eyes against the wetness I feel forming.

"Come with me."

The mob is gone.  Again the sound is muted, faraway.  The
other stands next to me.  She reaches out to take my hand.
Her pale skin is warm to the touch, and I can now feel how
cold I have become.  She lifts my hand level to her face.
Her lips touch my fingers.

"I am yours if you will take me."

I stare into her face, framed by copper curls.  Her green
eyes study me with patience.  I tremble like a small,
frightened animal.

"Please.  No."  My voice trembles like my body.  "I don't
know."

"When you are ready."

The sound returns like a crash of thunder.  I look into the
faces around me.  I find nothing for me.  I turn to leave
and pass through the crowd and the entrance.  In the neon
light to the night, I walk home.

After turning the lock, I walk through my door.  They lay
on the futon, embracing in passion.  Brown skin against
white.  Red hair draped over the skin of a soft thigh.  I
turn to the kitchen, in one corner of the apartment's
single room.

I take the nearly full can of catfood and divide it in two.
I set each share on the floor and turned to my bed.  I sit
next to them.

She looks up at me, the cheeks of her pale face red as if
coming in from a blizzard.  I reach to touch her; she does
not flinch away.  Her skin is warm.  She smiles for me.  I
smile back.

"No, sister.  He is mine and you cannot have him."

I turn to look behind me.  The dark one stands next to the
bed now.  She does not look at her sister, but at me.  Her
smile leaves a shiver down my spine.  I rise to take her in
my embrace.  My arms wrap around nothing.

"See."  She sits again on the bed.  "He wants me.  I own
him."

"Not forever."  The pale one frowns at her sister, before
glancing into my eyes.  "And maybe not for long."

I stand above them.  One is pale, with small breasts on a
tall thin frame.  The other is dark, with heavy breasts on
a petite and full body.  I long to feel her brown skin
against my body.  To kiss her soft, red lips with mine.  To
touch her with the fullness of my being.

"No."

I look at her through the tears that fill my eyes.

"Not yet."

The wetness overflows and runs down my cheeks.

"I'm not ready."

"Please."  My voice cracks with a sob.  My hands clench
into fists.  "I can't..."

"I said no."

"...wait."

I turn to her sister. With my eyes closed, I still see her
green eyes.  I sink to my knees next to her.   She pulls me
tight against herself.  A tear drops onto her shoulder.

"Take me."

I slide between her legs as my clothes evaporate into the
ether.  I enter her with a single thrust.  Her sister is
gone.  It is just us.  Our bodies join, moving together in
a loving violence until we shudder together.

I give her a kiss she eagerly returns.  Her tongue licks a
tear from my cheek.  I hold her body tight to mine.  She
strokes my hair as I slowly drift into peace and leave the
world behind forever.

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