The Visitor

by Christian Alan

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Part Two


Chaz returned to wakefulness slowly. He detected the soft glow of
daylight through his eyelids, but he kept his eyes closed as he
pondered the strange events of the past two days. The whole
experience was bizarre, yet wonderful at the same time. It was
like being lost in a dream.

With a smile he rolled onto his side, opening his eyes and
reaching out to caress his unusual lover's cheek. It wasn't where
he expected it to be. Neither was she, in fact, either by sight
or by touch. He felt a moment of panic, but his fears quieted as
his sleep-muddled brain began to work.

"She's probably just in the bathroom again," he muttered, briefly
wondering when he'd decided to start talking to himself.

He stood and padded off toward the bathroom, pausing only to pull
on a pair of briefs. The door was open; the bathroom empty. Not
that he could see her anyway if she was still naked, he thought,
but she usually made *some* noise to give her away.

"Kehanee?" He called, beginning to worry. He walked quickly to
the top of the stairs. What if she'd decided to go exploring and
fallen down the steps? She knew they were there, but she could
have slipped...

As Chaz descended, he heard the sound of quiet laughter coming
from the kitchen. With a wash of relief, he recognized Kehanee's
voice, but was puzzled when he heard his uncle's.

"Would you like more cereal, my dear?"

Chaz rounded the corner to see his uncle Rob and the empty
jogging suit sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a breakfast
of Fruity Puffs and toast.

"More zereal," Kehanee answered brightly. "Sure."

"Uncle Rob?" Chaz asked, totally at a loss to explain why his
uncle was acting like having breakfast with an invisible girl was
the most normal thing in the world to do.

"It's about time you woke up," his uncle said. "I thought you
were going to sleep all day." Chaz saw that a place was already
set for him, and he sat down in confusion.

"Chas?" An arm of the sweater moved tentatively in his direction.
He caught her hand and squeezed it warmly, then let go as he
remembered his uncle.

"Can you please tell me what's going on?" He asked, trying to
keep calm. "Did you know she was coming?"

"I suppose so," uncle Rob answered with a shrug. "But I didn't
expect her so soon."

"You knew about her then?" Chaz glanced over at where a mouthful
of Fruity Puffs was being busily compacted in midair. "Who is
she?" He asked, his mind packed with unanswered questions. "Where
is she from? How the hell did she get here?"

His uncle leaned back in his chair, unfolded a newspaper and
began to read the front page. Just when Chaz was certain that he
was being ignored, his uncle spoke.

"Your great grandfather was a very spiritual man, Chaz. The spot
where this house stands was once Lakota holy ground, did you know
that?" Chaz shook his head slowly, his imagination sparked. Was
she some kind of ghost?

"Lakota?" Kehanee asked, her voice muffled by a hovering slice of
toast.

"Yes, my dear, the Lakota." Uncle Rob confirmed.

Chaz stared at her, or rather *through* her, wondering if she
knew that name or had just been repeating it.

His uncle continued, still reading his paper as if he were
talking about nothing more exciting than what he'd had for lunch
yesterday.

"The Lakota had a legend about what they called 'storm spirits;'
unseen beings that would appear during thunderstorms and play
tricks on the unwary. Your great-grandfather was convinced that
this legend was true, and he became obsessed with trying to
capture one of these beings."

Chaz listened attentively, hanging on every word. He was
spellbound by his uncle's story, especially since one of the main
characters was probably sitting next to him at that very moment.

"So did he?" Chaz asked, unable to contain his suspense.

His uncle nodded slowly and took a sip from his coffee mug. "It
took him twenty years, but he finally caught one."

"Was it... was he like Kehanee?"

"Yes, I believe so. It was also a 'she,' in fact, and 'she'
eventually became your great grandmother."

Chaz stared at his uncle in disbelief. He didn't doubt his story;
how could he when the evidence was sitting right next to him
drinking orange juice? But he just couldn't believe how his uncle
could be so calm telling him that his great grandmother had been
an alien or some being from another dimension.

"Did she eventually turn visible?"

His uncle shrugged. "I don't know. I never saw a picture of her,
and both of them passed away when I was still very young."

Chaz frowned. That wasn't much help. "What should I do now? She's
blind and invisible and probably trapped here forever." The fact
that she might be stuck there for good didn't really bother him,
but she couldn't be very happy being in the dark all the time.

"Well, I know someone that might be able to help," Rob said,
putting his newspaper down and draining the last of his coffee.
"He not very easy to get a hold of, though. Why don't you two get
ready after you're done eating, and in the meantime I'll see if I
can get in touch with him."

The hissing spray of the shower arched down towards Chaz's
stomach, but he only felt an indirect spattering of droplets as
the stream was interrupted in midair by an invisible set of
shoulders. The cascading water slid down in tiny rivulets,
revealing the glistening outline of a tall and slender form.
Watching this, he found that he didn't mind in the slightest that
his guest was soaking up all the hot water.

"Sho-wer," Kehanee told him, tugging happily at his arm. She
seemed to have been somewhat puzzled when he had led her naked
into the bathroom, but once he guided her beneath the warm spray,
she had giggled excitedly and started flicking water at him.
Though he still felt somewhat shy, he had opted to strip and join
her before he got soaked anyway. He probably needed a shower more
than she did, and he was also afraid that she might slip and
fall, being unable to see the limits of the tub.

"Soap." He pressed the slippery bar to her hand, and she felt it
for a moment before rubbing the suds along his arm. An idea
quickly took shape in his head, and he began to lather the soap
between his hands.

"Zoap," she repeated. "Zoap zoap zoap."

He grinned. She seemed to be in particularly good spirits this
morning. She'd even had a fourth bowl of Fruity Puffs, which, if
last night had been any indication, meant that he was probably
going to get quite a bit of exercise that day.

Taking the soap, he began to lather up her shoulders. Kehanee
went limp and leaned against his hands as he rubbed along the
juncture of her neck and collarbone. She was facing toward him,
and he felt his hands shake a little as he moved slowly downward,
sliding his soapy hands along the curve of her smooth breasts.

"Mmm," she sighed, shivering slightly as his thumb brushed
against her nipple. Chaz gently kneaded her tits, marveling at
the way they filled his hands completely. There was a ghostly
touch on his waist, and he felt her fingertips trace up his ribs
and over the front of his chest. Her thumbs found his nipples,
which were stiff with the chill of being out of the warm spray
for so long. A wave of exciting tingles spread out through his
chest at the contact, and he wondered if that was how it felt to
her.

He began to soap up her stomach and hips, unable to take his eyes
off her as her body took on a somewhat more distinct shape
beneath the suds. She giggled as his hands slid down her legs,
and after she was well coated, Chaz stood back for a moment and
stared. The baggy sweats hadn't done her justice. She had a very
impressive figure; long-legged and slender with wide curvy hips.
Or `breeding hips,' as his dad might say.

Chaz finished washing her front with a long, gentle lathering of
the soft curls between her thighs. She held onto his shoulders
tightly as if having difficulty standing, even through he never
touched any of her more sensitive areas.

When he was done, he took her arms and slowly turned her around
to rinse off the soap. As Kehanee moved, her thigh brushed
against his penis, and he felt her fingers close around it for a
moment before she let it go again. He slid his hands down over
her stomach, not so much to help the soap wash off, but just
because he couldn't seem to keep his hands away from her.

Her body pressed back against his, and as his penis pressed into
the silky flesh of her buttock Chaz found himself thinking again
about how bizarre this all was. Here he was in the shower with a
girl's naked ass rubbing against his crotch and her firm tits
cupped in his hands, but to anyone else it would just look like a
young man with a boner fondling empty air.

Despite all the antics of the previous night, he was finding that
his first co-gender shower experience was turning him on beyond
words. He slowly slid his right hand down her stomach and between
her thighs, smiling as he felt her shift her legs further apart
to give him easier access. After only a few tender strokes of her
shower-wet labia, he began to feel a extra slickness on his
fingers that was neither soap nor water.

Kehanee's body began to shudder in his arms, and he held her
around the stomach with his free hand to steady her as he
continued to carefully wash the swelling lips of her invisible
pussy. A better way of bathing that particular area suddenly
occurred to him, and he let go and gently turned her around again
before dropping down to his knees. It wasn't quite as chilly in
this position as more of the shower spray hit him as it fell
between her legs, but he hardly noticed it as he brought his
mouth into contact with the wet folds of flesh between her
thighs.

She gasped at the initial touch, then moaned as he began to flick
his tongue over her soft labia. He heard the wet squeak of her
hand slipping against the wall as she tried to steady herself,
and Chaz reached around her hips to support her as he lovingly
kissed her. She tasted good but slightly tangy. He decided that a
thorough tongue bath was in order.

He felt the nub of her clit against his lips and flicked his
tongue over it lightly. She responded by groaning and thrusting
her hips forward against his face. He felt her fingers slide
through his damp hair, then her hands tightened into fists as he
began fluttering his tongue over her clitoris.

Her whole body began to shake, and Chaz had to hold onto her
tightly to keep her from slipping in the tub. After a few minutes
she whimpered loudly, her hands clenching his hair as her whole
body went rigid, then slowly relaxed like a deflating balloon. He
felt her slide down through his arms to a sitting position, her
breath coming in shuddering gasps.

"You like?" He asked, though he was fairly sure that he could
guess the answer. She didn't reply, however, at least not with
words. Her fingers framed his face, and seeming to use that for
aim, she pressed her wet lips against his in a more soulful kiss
than Chaz could ever have imagined. He was dimly aware of her
fingers grasping his cock, squeezing and tugging very delicately
at it as he moved his arms around her neck.

Her wet fingers seemed to dance lightly along the shaft of his
penis, the sensation teasing him almost out of his mind. After a
moment he felt the welcome pressure of both her hands gripping
him as she began to stroke more forcefully. It didn't take much
of this treatment before he felt the surge of an orgasm rising up
in his groin. Chaz was so enthralled by her kissing that he
surrendered to it completely, groaning into her mouth as his cock
tensed in her hands and began spurting. After the second jet she
pulled away, breaking the kiss with a wet smacking sound. She
mumbled something that sounded regretful, but began to tug a
little harder on his erupting shaft, squeezing and milking out
the last of his sperm.

Chaz had closed his eyes the instant he'd started to come, but a
quiet giggle caused him to open them again. Two gobby strings of
his semen hung suspended in midair a short distance from the
bottom of the tub, and he reached over to find that he had scored
a direct hit on her pubes. Damn, he thought with a smile, and
he'd worked so hard to clean them.

Her hand left his softening penis, and he watched as the pearly
lines smeared and spread as she rubbed his spooge into her pubic
hair like some kind of conditioner. He shivered, then realized
that the hot water was quickly running out. He stood and managed
to finish washing her back before the water got too cold. After a
brisk soaping, he rinsed himself and turned the shower off.

Kehanee seemed to have no trouble drying herself, and again Chaz
found himself wishing that he could see her. He had already
formed a mental picture of her face; youthful, fair-skinned, and
pretty. Deep down, though, he didn't really care what she looked
like.

He forgot all about appearances as she found him with her hands,
then looped her towel around his neck and pulled him toward her
with a soft giggle. The feel of her soft, moist lips on his cured
him of any anxiousness, and he kissed her for a long moment
before breaking away to get dressed. He wondered who his uncle's
mysterious friend was. Chaz had a sudden mental image of a weird
old Indian dressed in deerskins dancing around a fire.

Smiling, he led Kehanee back to his room to see if he could find
some clean clothes for her to wear. He might not have any
deerskins, but he did have a pair of loose-fitting green slacks
and a Metallica T-shirt...




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