Sex in the Sky

“Hey everyone. Back with the 5th episode as promised. My exam is over and I kinda screwed it up, but life must go on I guess.

Anyway, the story progresses onwards now. There have been many typing errors and missing words in my stories before and I am completely at fault for that. That’s what having no editor does to you I guess. Will try to lessen the frequency of those, hope they don’t completely hinder the reading experience.

And yeah, some of you have not read that tiny prologue of ‘Black and White’ and are a bit confused. I feel it is imperative you do so. You can find it along with the remaining part of the series. It will just take a couple of minutes to read it anyway.

Anyways, onwards with the story now.”

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Episode 5

Aiden sat facing Steve in the uncomfortable wooden chairs. Just the two of them sat across table. Aiden had been looking forward to the junction when the two new people in his life would meet each other. Looked like that moment was temporarily delayed.

Scott had stopped short when he came towards the table and had a livid expression on his face. He fetched out a glowing cellphone from his pocket as he signaled to the group that there was a call waiting to be answered; he walked away holding the phone to his ear. Aiden looked back at Will and noticed a raging expression which was slowly suffusing into a deadpan face. Aiden opened his mouth to say something but Will abruptly got up, pushing the chair out form under him; he stated he needed to visit the washroom.

And that left only Aiden and Steve sitting on the table for four. Aiden wondered if Scott and Will knew each other from before or something, but then let the thought slip form his mind. It was just his imagination. So it was just Steve and him at the table now.

“You know, I think Jason found out about me,” Aiden stated suddenly.

“Uh?” Steve looked at his roommate with a confused expression on his face.

“I think,” Aiden reiterated clearing his throat, “Jason found out I’m gay.”

“What? How?”

“I don’t know how but he’s been acting weird since the last few days. He’s been avoiding me everywhere.”

Steve stared at Aiden with a credulous expression on his face. “Do you know for sure that he knows?”

“Yes I’m sure.”

Steve waited for Aiden to continue.

“Today he went all red when I was in my underwear in the room. He bolted when I tried to talk to him, but it’s not only that; he’s shunning me everywhere else too. I’m spending every night at Will’s place so I’m not in the room with you two at night, which is a good thing or he might have been sleeping in somebody else’s room as well.” Aiden was babbling for his mind got all jumbled up when he thought about Jason.

Aiden heaved out a deep breath and bit his lips nervously. Steve had a sorrowful expression on his face. The two sat in silence absorbing the implications of the words said.

“Well yeah, he’s extremely warm and friendly,” Steve finally broke the silence between them, “but when it comes to matters like this, he’s totally insular.”

“So what should I do?” Aiden was exasperated. He could not bear the thought of losing one of his greatest buddies.

“Look Aiden, Jason’s like a spider in a web. He knows of nothing other than the universe he’s in. He will be forever merry in his own happy-go-lucky world, but if something from outside his realm disturbs him, he will shut down and avoid it. I think you know this as well as I do.”

Aiden nodded acknowledging the fact. He had always known that Jason was one person who would have severe trouble accepting his sexuality.

“I don’t think there will be much point in approaching him, but you can give it a try.”

Aiden was terrified at the thought of approaching Jason with such a matter. What in the world would he say to him?

“Actually, it’s a good thing he got to know of it now.” Steve continued, “With Will around so much he would have gotten to know sooner or later anyway.”

“I’d prefer later than sooner.” Aiden muttered under his breath. Here was a close friend of his who would balk and flee at the mention of his sexuality and there was a new friend he had made that had so casually accepted him.

“You know, Scott also knows that I’m gay.”

“What?” Steve was dumbfounded again at the same matter. “Shit! Really?”

“Yeah, in fact he himself broached the subject and sorta outed me, and he’s perfectly cool with it, in fact even supportive of it.”

“Wow!” was all Steve could say after opening and closing his mouth a few times. “When I play tennis with him in the mornings he’s always asking about you and somehow involving you in the topic. I thought he had it for you or something.”

“No he doesn’t!” Aiden exclaimed before his mind could let him think otherwise. The possibility that Scott was interested in him was titillating, but he had Will now, didn’t he? “In fact he knows that I’m involved with Will.”

“He knows Will?”

“No, he was going to meet him for the first time today, but Scott knows that I am involved with some other guy.”

Steve paused before he put forward his next thought; “Shit Aiden! How the hell do you suddenly have such mind-blowing guys after you?”

Aiden coughed mockingly as Steve used ‘mind-blowing’ to describe guys. Aiden wondered how his life over the last few days had been absolutely dreamy, mixed with a few bumps. He had changed the way he looked, with the new hairdo and lenses which were a bitch sometimes, but he liked it. It was exactly one week ago that he had met Will, and was already so completely involved with him. How far would they go? He knew that he would try to always keep Will happy and go as far as possible with Will. Maybe they would even…

And then there was Scott. He had really hit it off with him as well. These two men that had added brilliant multicolored strokes to his black and white life. Two men that always tried to make him smile. Two men he was going to try and keep happy in return.

Aiden wondered where were those two men were now?

~~~

White stood on the deserted path at the entrance of the wide black building. A sign that would be lit in flashing red and yellow neon lights during the functioning hours of the amusement park announced that this structure was the ‘Hall of Mirrors’. And the strong oppugning spiritual force oozing from inside indicated that his adversary was inside.

‘So we fight here’, he thought to himself as he climbed the two steps to enter the building and noticed that the chain that was supposed to be tied to two iron bars at the entrance was lying in two pieces on the floor. He pushed the sliding door and slipped inside.

White walked towards the increasing gradient of his arch opponents spirit force. He was finally going to fight Black. He could not remember if he had fought him at all before, but he had, hadn’t he? He must have. It was strange then that he could not remember. He walked across the zigzag paths between the multitudes of mirrors which formed innumerable kaleidoscopical images of his form, reflecting images and after-images, some deformed and some perfectly upright.

He turned around a corner and was confronted by his titan opponent. Black stood in a centre clearing with a grim expression on his face. The passage was lined on all sides with an arcade of mirrors at various angles between which were reflected hundreds of images of the mighty dark seraph, channeling all the way to the extremely last glass mirrors.

“So we meet.” White stated icily as he stepped closer to his rival. The mirrors all around were rapidly changing colors and shape to accommodate and reflect the new entry into the passage.

“So we do.” Black replied as his hands swiftly fell to his sides and black mist enveloped his palms and slowly dissipated till the evanescent forms left behind two rigidly straight long sharp edged black swords that reached all the way to the ground, one in each hand. White immediately took note of the fact that Black had wasted no time in summoning his most powerful fighting companions; the ‘Twin blades of Alacrity’. The thin savage black pair of swords were rumored to be capable of cutting through anything.

Instantly White concentrated his energies as a brilliant white light dazzled in front of his hand and he called upon his own battle comrade; the ‘Helos Sabre’, the almighty sword that had defeated Pi. But this battle White knew would be no where as ‘easy’ as the previous one.

Unknown to White, the telepathic voice of a little girl was booming inside his opponent’s head, ordering him to come back. Black paid no heed to the voice, ignoring the commands of his Empress.

Eliciting a battle roar Black lunged towards his opponent as hundreds of mirror images everywhere changed locations rapidly. Wasting no time White swung out his sword which clashed resoundingly with the twin blades and black and white sparks scintillated from the impact. Black moved around rapidly and swung both his blades in wide circular arcs; one after the other as White countered each blow and counterattacked in return.

A mighty sword melee had begun as the two sworn enemies danced about in a hall of glasses, swords were clashing in hundreds of locations in the vicinity, as images copied out the scene in front of them. Shining white and misty black sparks flew in all directions.

White was astonished at the speed, skill and savagery of his opponent, he could barely keep up with the tempo with which the fight was progressing. He realized that if things continued like this he would have no time to cast any spells; but then neither would his adversary.

White was steadily losing ground as his redoubtable foe pushed him backward with a series of double strikes and precise cuts. He had been nicked with the stinging blade twice already and was nowhere near even touching his opponent. He swung the sword of the sun around defensively and helplessly as Black pushed him into a narrower passage filled with mirrors of all types.

Out of the blue white noticed an opening to strike as Black pulled back and seemingly rested his sword low. White lurched forwards to attack as Black chanted, “Ability of the Shadows 95; Image Replication.”

White stopped his attack at the last moment. What was this? Standing ahead of him were four, no five maybe seven images of a dark angel with thin long blades in both hands. The innumerable images on the mirrored walls of Black and his illusive image forms made it almost impossible to tell the real one apart from the juxtapositions.

‘Impossible but not quite’, White thought to himself as he focused on a particular image and lunged forward with his sword. A lunging silver arc and sharp pain across his torso informed him that his chest had been slashed at. White screamed in pain as he skidded across the floor and crashed into a mirrored wall. The glass shattered and slivers of it sprinkled all around him. He had made a mistake. The real enemy had not been correctly recognized.

“What’s the matter Witenhoem?” Black asked with a contemptuous smile on his face. “Can’t you tell which one of me is real?”

White gritted his teeth as the pain as blood oozed out of a deep cut in his chest. He pressed his hand against his torso to stop the flow of blood which continued its incessant flow. He would have to go on fighting, and he would have to be more careful.

White got up and steadied himself scowling at his adversary. With a howl he lunged forward and brandished his sword in long strokes as Black counterattacked and dodged. A few swings later he finally got his first touché on his opponent as he left a streak of blood across his shoulder. A myriad of images and reflections on the hundreds of mirrors could be seen dancing around in a frenzied manner as the two warriors clashed their swords to prove their sleight of hand. Black reprised with powerful blows matched by his opponent till suddenly White was confused by a dazzling set of ‘Blacks’ that somehow joined the ruckus. Had Black not send away the images of his spells yet? White continued concentrating on his first opponent knowing that the images were just illusions and he had to somehow beat up only this one dark angel. A couple of strokes later he lost his opponent in the myriad of reflections, after reflections and doppelgangers that Black had created. He slashed around frantically dispelling a couple of the illusory forms of Black that vanished in fumes as soon as his sword touched them. But his real opponent had managed to evade him. Where was the real Black?

This time the blow of blades came as two punishing cruel streaks across his back as the cloth tore apart and ugly ragged lacerations were left behind by the blades of Alacrity. White grimaced and whirled around only to find Black’s right foot connecting with his jaw as his body was flung across the air and plummeted against mirrors that shattered and fell clinking around him. Slivers of glass were embedded within him in several places now.

“You are really bad at this you know.” Black simpered evilly as he examined his shoulder where White had left a mark. “You should possess much more skill if you want to fight for the Alchemist.”

White looked disgustingly as his opponent as the dark Seraph stated, “The boy is mine,” The dark angel voice was heavy with conviction. Conviction interlaced with determination that went unnoticed by White.

White got up once more unsteadily as shards of glass fell around him. The right side of his jaw where Black’s foot had connected was throbbing with pain as blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth. He was having no luck with the mirrors and images; all were illusory deceptions for him. And all were contributing to give him a sound thrashing. The ruler of the kingdom of Light would not lose in such a derogatory manner!

White balanced himself on his feet as he raised himself up and to face the several images of Black that were standing menacingly around him. He held out his left palm and opened his mouth to chant, “Ability of the Light 3; Fusillading Shards.”

Dozens of small crystal shaped glowing embers materialized in his palm which he flung in the space ahead of him before Black could react. The numerous crystals scattered in all directions, hitting Black and his replication images. The shards were insignificant in doing damage but easily dissipated the images leaving only the lone dark angel standing with his two dark sleek swords by his sides. White immediately lunged forward towards Black, his sword had burst into golden flames. He would put his entire being into defeating his enemy.

~~~

Aiden glanced around the restaurant expecting either Scott or Will to turn up any instant. It had been over 10 minutes since they both abruptly left him. Where were they now?

Aiden smiled apologetically at Steve before he fished out his phone to try and call Will reckoning that to be better than going into the washroom and checking up on him. A taped message informed him that the phone was switched off. Aiden ‘humphed’ as he excused himself from Steve and headed towards the washrooms.

~~~

The Empress of Woe was furious. It was night time; a time that prevented her from crossing over to the material plane; owing to the midnight curse that had once been placed upon her. And this was the second time during the 6 days that she needed to desperately cross over to the other side, this time to prevent her Guardian from fighting her greatest foe; at least for now. She had been commanding her dark warrior incessantly to give up the battle and return to her but to no avail. Arangyunus simply ignored her.

It looked like the dark angel was giving her sworn enemy a sound thrashing but the outcome to the battle could change any instant. And she was not prepared under any circumstances to lose her Guardian to White now. She had lost Arangyunus to White long ago, though in a very different manner and would not condone something like that happening again. She cursed the air around her as she etched a hexagon of blood on the floor of her chamber and knelt down at its centre to begin her chanting.

She would have to forcibly bring back her warrior.

~~~

Black was taken aback at the swiftness and sudden outburst of his enemy. White had cleverly destroyed all his after images with the fusillading shards and had destroyed several of the mirrors in the hall as well. They would serve to lessen his state of confusion as the two fought.

White was on a power surge, his entire body was iridescent in a golden sheen as the swords was flaming in bright golden yellow; a sign that the Keeper of the light was in a state of heightened power. The three swords swung around and clashed as the Blades of Alacrity met with the Helos Saber but Black was losing ground this time. The sheer heat his opponent was emanating form his form was scalding him. He could counter his White’s heat aura with a spell but White’s tempo and savagery rendered him devoid of any time to do so.

In his mad rage, White charged at his opponent as a juggernaut and several massive swings of the Helos Saber later, he had managed to severely injure Black across the abdomen. Black flinched at the slash across his abdomen as he staggered backwards into a thinner passage filled with mirrors. ‘This was it!’ White thought to himself. A perfect opening!

White pulled back his left hand as he hurtled forwards towards Black; one powerful punch to the face and his opponent would reel under the blow. Black whirled sideways and a horrified expression came across his face as White’s extended fist came like lightning towards him.

Crash! White cursed himself as colossal pain recoiled through his arm and body. His fist had connected with a mirrored wall which now stood cracked open. He had mistakenly attacked a mirror thinking it to be his adversary. He swirled around to find his opponent but reacted too late as Black’s leg swung out at his stomach and send him flying through the air for a second time.

White crashed heavily against a wall as he slumped down to the ground, still wielding his sword in hand. He had been fooled again. Was he that inefficient? His knuckles had been split open where he had pounded the wall with them and his stomach hurt to the point where his entire body was queasy with pain. He would not be able to fight for more than a few swings anymore.

“Confused again?” Black asked, standing upright with his two swords. “Won’t you ever learn?”

Black’s skin was searing everywhere due to the heat radiating from his rival. His abdomen had been cruelly slashed across as the cloth gave away and blood spilled out in a gruesome manner. But he was going to win this battle now. He brought forward both his swords till they formed a plus sign in front of his chest and chanted. “Ability of the Shadows 80; BlackMist Aura.”

Instantly a wispy grey fog surrounded his body enveloping it and making it seem hazy and translucent. This mist would protect him from the heat of his opponent and at the same time increase the acuity of his dual swords.

He looked at his opponent who was once again groggily lifting his self up. “Do you think you can defeat me now White?”

White stood grimly with his gaze lowered toward the ground. His opponent was very powerful, with the correct combination of speed, power and precision. This was the Dark Angel after all, his own counterpart. On top of it all, his opponent could tell his real self from the since he carried a sword only in his right hand. Black carried two swords and the mirrors would not give that away by laws of linear inversion. But he could not lose now. Losing to him would mean losing the Alchemist, and he had sworn that he would protect such nobility. It did not matter if he had to part with his life, he would protect the Alchemist with his last bit of energy.

“Ability of the light 19; Raging Inferno.”

“Surprised?” I whispered.

“And delighted,” he murmured in my ear. “Lisa asleep?”

“I hope so. It took me an age to slip out of bed.”

“What time is it?”

“Around one. Which gives us nearly three hours before it starts getting light.” I paused, but I”d been thinking about it, so I pressed on. “Matt?”

“Yes?”

“Has any girl ever given you a blow job?”

“Why do you ask?” He was stalling, I was sure.

Because I want to know what it”s like to suck your cock, dummy, but I didn”t say that out loud. I shrugged and kissed his cheek. “I wondered what it was like, I mean, I”d like to give you one. I”ve never done it before, but I was lying in bed, wondering, so if you”d like me to?” God, did I just say that?

Matt kissed my lips gently, making me want more. “I would love it, Kathy, very much.” He laughed softly. “I only have one more rubber with me, we can save it for later.”

“Oh, yes!” I whispered fervently. “I do so want to be fucked again.” Oh, yes!

“You enjoyed it?”

I could hear some anxiety in his tone and I hastened to reassure him. “I loved it! I”m gonna get Mom to put me on the pill, soon as I get the nerve to tell her that her baby has lost her cherry.”

“Will you tell her it was me?”

“I don”t know,” I murmured softly, “would you mind?”

“Not so long as she doesn”t take after me with a shotgun!”

I giggled. “She won”t. I tell Mom everything, we”re like sisters. She said I should tell her when it happened, in case I needed to see the doctor.”

“Do you think you do?”

“Probably not. I hurt for a little while earlier, but not any more.”

“I”m sorry, love, I didn”t want to hurt you.”

I hugged him fiercely. “You”re forgiven.” I reached out gently and took hold of his prick, hard and hot it was now. I squeezed it gently, then kissed him on the lips.

“Time for me to head for new territory!” I whispered, giggling yet again, then sliding down in the bed until my mouth was level with his groin. “God, he looks big from here!”

“Think he”ll get in your little mouth?”

“Just watch me try, big boy,” I murmured, then paused. “Have you ever been blown before, Matt?”

“Yeah, a couple of times.” Oh, yeah. Who? I wondered, then returned my attention to the matter at hand.

“I”ve never done this before. Do I just suck?” I asked.

“No, that doesn”t work, at least not by itself, it doesn”t. Sort of fuck me with your mouth, like, and run your tongue around the head.”

Like this? I wondered, trying to do just as he suggested. Mmm, warm and velvety feel, I decided.

“Yes! Just like that!” said Matt on an outgoing sigh of pleasure.

This was very definitely a first for me. I”d been on a few dates where the boy wanted more than just a goodnight kiss, but I had always refused before. I might never have given head before, but I was enjoying myself. Boy, was I! It seemed like no time at all, as my head bobbed up and down, and I licked and sucked at Matt”s prick, before Matt whispered urgently in my ear as he stroked my head.

“Kathy, I”m going to come soon, baby. You don”t have to swallow me, catch me in a tissue if you like.”

No, Matt, I have to taste you! Somehow I managed to shake my head “no” while still administering vigorously to his prick.

“I”m going to come, Kathy. Soon, baby, soon. Oh Kathy, I”m nearly there, sweetheart, I”m close, very close, baby. Oh Jesus, Kathy, oh baby, I”m coming!”

The next thing I knew was a jet of hot, viscous cum hitting the back of my throat. I almost gagged and swallowed frantically to clear my throat, coughing, then eased back on Matt”s prick, licking and swallowing as he came. Hard.

Gradually the flow slowed to a trickle, then stopped. I could feel Matt”s prick softening rapidly and I gave the head a good lick all round, then kissed it and scooted back up the bed to snuggle against him. I kissed him.

“Was I good?” I asked anxiously, wondering, who am I going to be compared with?

“You were great, Kathy, a natural. It was marvellous.”

I kissed him again. “I thought I would choke when you came. Goodness, it was like a jet!”

“I always come hard when I”m really excited.”

“Well, that”s flattering, I guess I got you excited, then?” I certainly excited myself.

“You certainly did, sweetheart.” Matt kissed me gently, lingeringly, caressing my tits, lowering his head to suck gently at my nipples. I clutched at his head and pressed it against me. He moved his head back slightly, then kissed the undersides of my breasts, then my belly, gradually moving down.

He tugged gently with his teeth at my wisps of pubic hair and I giggled.

“Are you planning to do what I hope you”re planning to do?” I whispered. Oh, Matt, eat me! I want to feel what it”s like!

“Eat you?”

“Yes.” Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

“I most certainly am.” Matt pushed gently at me until I was lying on my back, my legs wide apart. He breathed lightly on my belly, then moved down and kissed my knee. I giggled, I couldn”t help it, then moaned as Matt licked the inside of my thigh, moving steadily towards my pussy. He lifted his head then kissed lightly at my clitoris, making me jump, then licked down the other thigh. I stroked his head, running my fingers through his hair. His tongue started to move back towards my pussy and he breathed deeply, then extended his tongue to lick at my pussy, running his tongue all the way from my ass to my clitoris. A thrill of sexual pleasure ran through me and my grip on his hair tightened spasmodically.

“Oh, Matt, that is s-o-o-o good!”

Matt nipped at my pussy with pursed lips, sucking and licking my juices, occasionally sucking at my clit, or running his tongue the length of my slit. My stomach muscles were rippling and my orgasm suddenly took me and I bit tightly down on a scream and clamped my legs around Matt”s head. I was just starting to come down from my high when he nipped lightly at my clit again. I don”t know how these things happen, but I came again, a gut-wrenching climax, then another, until eventually I had to push him gently away.

“No more, Matt, I can”t take it! Oh, God, lover, that was incredible.” My voice was shaking.

Matt kissed my pussy gently, then wriggled up to take me in his arms again, kissing my lips lightly. I kissed him back fiercely, shoving my tongue down his throat, probing, then pulled my head back as I realised what I was tasting.

“I can taste myself!”

“Do you like it?”

“I like tasting me on you, but I like tasting you better.”

“Well, that”s both of us pleased with the flavour of the day.”

I giggled, then pressed myself against him. His erect cock was pressed against me. “I think something”s come up!” I murmured.

“He”s a pathfinder, looking for somewhere to go.”

“I have just the place in mind, but it”s wet, so he”ll need a raincoat.”

Matt reached out to his jeans and retrieved the small foil packet. “I have one for him, right here.”

I had a sudden inspiration. “Let me help him on with it,” I said, sitting up and squirming round onto my knees. I reached out and took the little packet from Matt, opening it and then rolling the condom onto the hot length of him. He felt great, hot and hard.

“Matt?” I said, a sudden notion in my mind.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can I be on top?” Please Matt, I want to feel you going into my pussy at my speed.

“I”d really like that. I”m lazy, so it”s nice to have the woman working for a change,” he joked.

How many women have you had, I wondered. I aimed a mock punch at him, then swung my leg astride him, lifting myself until I was poised above his erection. I grinned at him, then put his stiffness at the entrance to my pussy, lowering myself slowly, carefully, purposefully the long length of him until he was buried in me as far as he could go. I stopped, then squeezed him experimentally with my pussy muscles, then groaned.

“Oh, Matt, you feel so fucking good!” Oh, Matt! So very, very, good.

Matt raised his hands to my breasts, rubbing his thumbs lightly over my rigid nipples. I closed my eyes, abandoning myself to the sensations.

“So do you, lover,” he said. “Now do some work, woman!”

I raised myself, so that Matt”s prick almost left me, then lowered myself again, enjoying the sensation of feeling a rock-hard prick sliding in and out of my pussy. I wriggled slightly, getting the positioning just right, then began a rhythmic movement, raising and lowering myself, getting the maximum sensation.

Matt lowered his hands to my hips, holding me lightly, then eased his hand between us so that his thumb could lightly flick over my clit. I couldn”t help it, I moaned deep in my throat as he did that, squeezing him. My breathing became quicker, hoarse. Matt added a finger to his thumb, caressing my clit as I moved above him.

“Oh, Matt! That feels good, lover, really good! You”re going to make me come!”

“Come for me, sweetheart, let me feel your pussy clamp my cock.”

“Oh, Matt! I”m coming!” I began to shake as my climax hit me, trembling, setting up a vibration which transmitted itself to Matt, so that suddenly he was coming, too.

“Jesus, Kathy, you”ve made me come, too!” Matt whispered hoarsely, driving his cock up into my pussy, so that the two of us trembled into eventual stillness together, Matt”s cock twitching as the last trickles of his semen filled the condom.

I collapsed forward, my head on Matt”s chest, breathing heavily. He put his arms around me and hugged me gently. I took a deep breath, sighing.

“Something wrong, Kathy?” asked Matt, concerned.

“No,” I said, “absolutely not. I”m just wondering why I waited so long to start fucking. It”s great!”

He laughed softly. “It certainly is, Kathy, especially with someone as giving as you. Or Lisa.”

“I”m glad you added me,” said Lisa”s voice from the darkness near the door. She came forward and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to kiss Matt lightly on the lips and hugging me. “I”ve been watching you, well listening, really, and I think I came twice just with that.” She laughed softly. “I like fucking, too, Matt. Have you any go left in you?”

“Probably not, Lisa, not at the moment, but more to the point, my last rubber is still buried in Kathy”s pussy!”

Lisa sighed. “Just my luck.”

“I could suck your tits and Matt could eat your pussy, Lisa,” I said, excited at the thought, easing myself off Matt”s shrinking prick. “Would you like that?”

“I certainly would, Kathy, but not at the moment. Don”t get me wrong, I”d love to, but I”m tired. Hell, it”s almost three in the morning.”

“I have some more rubbers at home,” said Matt, “and I need to go home and get some ordinary clothes. All I have with me are my hiking clothes.”

“Mom said you could stay for a few days while Todd”s laid up. You have a driver”s licence, don”t you, Matt?” asked Lisa.

“Yeah, I do. Why do you ask?”

“I might be able to get Mom to let you use the VW. She”s travelling back and forth with Dad at the moment.”

I wriggled out of bed in the faint light of the false dawn of summer. “Do you have enough rubbers to let Todd have some, if he doesn”t have any?” I said.

“I think so. It depends on what chance we have. Why, are you thinking of fucking him?” asked Matt, his tone carefully neutral. I wondered, didn”t he want me to?

“I guess I am. I mean, he”s Lisa”s brother, and if he finds out we”ve been fucking, he might feel left out.” I shrugged. “I’m the obvious one for him to fuck and I like him enough to do it, now that you”ve shown me how good it can be, and Lisa wants you to fuck her again.” I wasn”t sure, but I thought Matt looked a little uncomfortable with the thought. My heart leaped. Does that mean he prefers me? Oh, I hope so, but I”ll have to let him fuck Lisa. Without her, I”d never have known the pleasure of fucking Matt.

“Yeah, I certainly do, but Kathy, you know who I”ve been dating, don”t you?” asked Lisa.

“Jeff Talman?”

“Jeff. Who has been trying to get into my panties for weeks. And you know who Todd has been lusting after, don”t you.”

“Cindy Talman?” I said.

“Cindy,” confirmed Lisa. “Now don”t get me wrong, folks, but I know for a fact that Cindy”s cherry is gone and I’m pretty sure that it was Todd. I was thinking, if we invited Jeff and Cindy over for a swim later, then Todd and I might just get lucky.

Matt laughed. “Go for it, Lisa!”

“It might need a little subterfuge,” said Lisa thoughtfully. “If we start horsing around, and we girls get “accidentally” topless, then if you and Kathy sort of hide, but not too well, and start making out?”

“Then Jeff and Cindy - and Todd - might cotton on to the idea that a bit of sex won”t be frowned on?” asked Matt.

“Yeah.”

“It might work, but what about you, Kathy, how do you feel about possibly being watched by not only Lisa, but Todd, Jeff and Cindy as well?” Matt raised his eyebrows in query.

I bent and kissed him. “Nervous, but excited, too,” I said. I grinned. “I guess I”m just a kinky show-off!”

“Come on, Kathy,” said Lisa. “Let”s you and me get back to bed. We have plans to make.”

“Make sure they include me,” said Matt. “Goodnight, my loves, sleep well.”

“Goodnight, Matt,” I said, “thanks for everything.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” said Matt.

“That, I very much doubt,” said Lisa.

“Amen to that!” I said. I followed Lisa back into her bedroom, thinking happily that it had been a wonderful day. Tomorrow? Today! It could be even better.

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The story is a spin-off from “Change of Plan”, but told from Kathy”s viewpoint. I”ve changed the dialogue a little from “CoP” so think of it as taking place in a parallel universe, where things aren”t exactly the same. Enjoy!”

The laughter and enjoyment of the neighborhood children was rubbing off on me, sending a low voltage tingle over my skin as I watched them embrace the holiday with an innocence they will someday shed. Their giddy rapture was so infectious that it made me lightheaded, injecting me with a natural high that alcohol and drugs could never simulate.

My neighborhood was soon left in my wake, and as I neared the town’s outskirts I couldn’t shake the notion that I was being guided by an unseen hand.

I’m an agnostic, therefore I don’t believe or disbelieve in a divine creator, but I could’ve sworn that I was being directed by someone or something – and I’m not talking about Steven Spielberg. Each step taken tightened the stranglehold of whatever had me in its clutches; yet in spite of this I was surprisingly calm and collected.

I knew where I was headed. There was nothing else out here but vacant acres of farmland that were either filled with cows or flooded with irrigated water, leaving only one place for me to go.

Out here, on the borders of our town, streetlamps were few and far between and I had to rely on the three-quarter moon as my only source of light. Every exposed surface took on a milky luminescence, giving the road an icy appearance that directly contradicted the warm wind blowing in from the north.

The motor supplying energy to my feet conked out and I coasted to a gentle stop, kicking up a small puff of dirt when I came to a total standstill.

The entrance to the town’s cemetery loomed a couple of yards in front of me, its rusty cast-iron gates creaking eerily in the breeze. Both were spread apart to reveal a bitumen road leading inside – a one lane highway for hearses, visitors and maintenance crews to travel upon.

“What the fuck am I doing here?” I muttered. I half expected someone to answer. No one did.

Four years ago, on this very night, a drunken posse of teenagers stole into the cemetery under the cover darkness, unearthed a decade-old coffin and then proceeded to carry it through the center of town. Although trick or treating had ended hours beforehand, there were still many partygoers to witness the five pallbearers as they carted the casket down the middle of the road. Everyone figured that it was simply an elaborate Halloween prank, only to be proven wrong when one of the young chaps tripped and the coffin fell from their tenuous grasps, splintering apart on the tarmac and revealing its genuine payload for all to see.

It was entirely plausible that, considering the ghoulish nature of Halloween, people may give in to temptation and journey out here, so I would also have to keep a keen lookout for law enforcement officers who wish to police such activity.

I leaned forward and strained my ears, but not a single decibel of sound came from within the cemetery. I was aware that on some level the stony silence should unsettle me, that my nerves should be as frayed as a piece of rope from the nineteenth century.

It was disturbing that I wasn’t in the least bit disturbed.

Over the next half an hour I toured the cemetery via the service roads, feeling every bit like a rent-a-cop who must walk the empty corridors of the building he’s paid to guard. It was peaceful in a way that can’t be described, only felt.

Some of the gravestones dated back to the late 1800s, many of which were deteriorating at an exponential rate and were missing large chunks that looked as if they’d been bitten out. Other headstones from more contemporary times merely had hairline fissures and chips, but in another fifty years they would more than likely succumb to the similar fate that befell their neighbors.

And then I stopped for the longest of moments, hypnotized by the heart-wrenching beauty towering over me. More of a statue than a headstone, a large angel carved from marble sat on a pedestal with its wings spread in mid-flight, its downcast gaze frozen on the grassy plot below.

“It’s very beautiful, isn’t it?” came a soft, feminine voice.

Goosebumps annihilated my arms, legs and torso while my heart simultaneously lurched in my chest. I swiveled around on the balls of my feet, my body shifting into auto-pilot as my brain’s involuntary fight/flight response prepared itself for either eventuality.

Illuminated in the pale moonlight was a girl no older than I, standing approximately five feet away from me in a pose that was about as threatening as a newborn kitten. Cute wasn’t an apt enough word to describe this girl. Her face was the embodiment of innocence, yet her sparkling eyes and relaxed body language projected a sexy playfulness that suggested her sweet appearance was but an illusion grander than any the masterful magician David Copperfield could conduct.

She was dressed in the same ordinary, everyday manner as me: white sneakers, dark blue jeans that hugged her trim legs and a tight canary-yellow t-shirt that appeared a size too small, accentuating her curvaceous chest with mouth-watering results.

“Hi,” she said, offering me a radiant smile. Nothing but air escaped my mouth, too stunned and lost for words by the presence of such a ravishing creature. “This is the part where you say ‘hi’ back,” she added, taking a step in my direction.

I flinched away from her, countering her step forward by taking one of my own in the opposite direction.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she said quickly, holding out her empty hands for me to inspect. “See, no weapons. I’m as harmless as a little puppy dog.”

Talking to girls, particularly as pretty as this one, had always been an impossible task. My psychological development usually regresses to an infant’s and my tongue ties itself up into knots, which could explain why I haven’t even kissed a girl before.

“What’re you doing here?” I blurted, attempting to overcome my inadequacies regarding my interaction – or lack thereof – with the opposite sex.

“Just going for a walk. It’s so peaceful here at night, and the atmosphere is not at all the same as during the day. I tend to find it bleak during daylight hours, although at night, underneath the stars and the moon, this place takes on a strange beauty. Do you think I’m crazy?”

“No, I absolutely agree with you.”

“I was just about to take a seat,” she said, indicating a bench that could be fuzzily made out in the distance. “Care to join me?”

“Uh…”

“C’mon, I promise that I won’t bite. Much.”

Her remark carried with it a sexual frequency that even my inexperienced ears could tune in to. My suspicious nature prepared me for the possibility that she was mocking me, but that same guiding force that had lead me to the cemetery clouded my mind, purging any cynicism that I might act foolishly upon.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Okay,” I conceded.

We trekked a few hundred feet in a stony, uncomfortable silence. I was well aware that, in order to break the ice, I was supposed to chat to her about something inane, small talk or the like, unfortunately my consciousness was doing a perfect imitation of a black hole – sucking everything in but spitting nothing out.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” she said, parking her shapely butt on the bench.

I followed her cue and sat down, leaving a sizable gap between us.

“No, not really. I guess it depends on the person I’m speaking to.”

Our bodies were facing the rising moon but our faces were turned towards one another, throwing one side into complete darkness. I had trouble keeping my eyes locked on hers, not only because I itched to tear my gaze away and focus it on her lush body, but also due to my many insecurities when confronted by such a pretty girl.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Mary. Mary Watts. And you are…?”

“Peter Parker.”

Despite my growing suspicion that my namesake has cursed me since birth, I must admit that I love saying it out loud. It rolls off the tongue with a degree of panache, quite often inducing a double-take from people who hear it for the first time.

Mary didn’t so much as bat an eyelid with surprise. “I guess that explains your lack of costume; you are your costume.”

“I never really thought of it like that,” I laughed. “What about you, where’s your costume?”

“I’ve always thought that Halloween is terribly overrated. Dressing up as someone else is fine for some people, but I like who I am and prefer not to hide behind some silly mask.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. We already walk around with too many masks as it is, adding another one just makes things worse.”

“We all hide things,” she said. “Sometimes it’s essential to keep things from people in order to save yourself and others from experiencing pain. Other times…we keep things from people for misguided reasons.”

“We’re certainly a complex machine, alright.”

“That’s why I try to keep things as simple as possible. Complications only arise when you let them.”

“If only it were that easy,” I sighed.

It amazed me how easy a person Mary was to talk to. Making a connection, particularly a rapid one, with other people is not one of my specialties. This girl was able to coax me out of my shell with the finesse of a veterinarian doing likewise with an injured tortoise, and I was immensely pleased to discover that she possessed a personality as beautiful as her face and body.

“Okay, if you could simplify just one thing about yourself that you make complicated, what would it be?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I lied.

“Go on, you can tell me.” She scooted closer until our knees touched, and then, incredibly, she laid her left hand on my thigh and rubbed back and forth soothingly. “I’m not going to tell a soul.”

Sweat formed at my brow and under my armpits, and I felt dizzy, on the verge of fainting. My eyes fell away from hers and dropped to her caressing hand. The moonlight lit up my tan trousers like a spotlight, making the massive bulge protruding from my crotch embarrassingly visible.

“What would you change?” she persisted.

“Um…”

My mind was as blank as a formatted hard drive, unable to compute any data at all.

“It would be your shyness around girls, wouldn’t it?”

“Pr-probably,” I managed to spit out.

“Would you like me to help you out in that department?”

“I…I don’t know what you mean.”

Mary leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “Sure you do, tiger. You should try to stick with the truth, because you sure do make a terrible liar.”

What the hell was happening? Guys like me barely show up on a girl’s radar, especially one in Mary’s league. Perhaps I’d entered through a vortex that lead into some kind of alternate Earth, where geeks like me are held in the highest regard.

I courageously raised my eyes to meet hers and I found her face so close to mine that I almost kissed her on the lips. Her glossy black hair fell around her shoulders in shimmering cascades, taking on a slight grey tinge courtesy of the moon’s albino rays. Up this close and personal, I could also make out a tiny scar above her left eyebrow, which only added to her beauty instead of detracting from it.

“I have to be dreaming,” I said.

“Nope. I’m one hundred percent real.”

“Then I’m being set up for an elaborate prank,” I stated, realizing that Tommy Montague or one of the other assholes at school had probably orchestrated this entire ‘chance encounter.’

“Wrong again.”

For some reason I believed her. Faith in God, others and myself had long since departed on a one way train, yet I saw something in Mary’s eyes that threatened to disrupt my cynical equilibrium; it was pure, old fashioned honesty.

“Then…why?”

She frowned and gave me a cute little pout. “Why what?”

“What could a girl like you possibly see in a geek like me?”

“You know, you should really change your approach to giving a girl a compliment,” she said, her mouth curling into a playful smirk. “You’re just lucky that I don’t get insulted very easily.”

“Girls like you don’t like guys like me,” I insisted.

“Are you saying that I shouldn’t like cute, shy guys? Did you ever think that you’re the perfect kinda guy? You’re smart, humble, funny – not a whiff on all those arrogant bastards who think that all women should drop to their knees and kiss the ground they walk on.”

“But–”

“Shut up,” she interjected, her voice as soft as silk and filled with a truckload of affection.

Mary tilted her face and our foreheads touched. Long tendrils of dark hair brushed against my cheeks, the warm wind blowing the soft strands against my face, tickling my skin as if she were using a feather. I could feel her warm breath on my lips, and I ached to bridge the gulf between our mouths.

Still stroking my thigh with her left hand, she cupped the back of my neck with her right and worked the tension out of my muscles by kneading my flesh with her dexterous fingers. All traces of my anxiety disappeared as if Mary had temporarily harnessed the awesome vanishing powers of Sue Storm – also known as The Invisible Girl – who was the lone female superhero in the Marvel comic book entitled The Fantastic Four.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” she asked. “Be honest, I promise I won’t laugh.”

“…No.”

“Close your eyes.”

I obediently eased them shut, immediately heightening my sense of hearing as I stared at the backs of my eyelids. The gentle wind was rustling the leaves on a nearby tree, Mary’s breathing quickened in pace, an owl hooted somewhere in the night and soft music could be heard playing from the town’s direction.

My hands searched blindly for her waist, and upon finding it they honed in on her hips. The cotton fabric of her t-shirt drifted past the waist of her jeans, but unlike my fingers, which were stroking stiff denim, my thumbs could feel warm flesh underneath the soft, yellow material.

You wouldn’t believe how hard I was. Mere seconds away from being kissed by a gorgeous girl, touching her and being touched in return, smelling the sweet aroma of her apricot scented shampoo – it was all making my cock stand up like a puppy begging for table scraps. Not that I was equating Mary to table scraps; she was more like a fine cuisine that I yearned to taste.

And then she kissed me. At first she started out with light pecks, caressing her soft, velvety lips against mine with an uncanny amount of tenderness. But then her lips started attacking mine with an air of urgency, and her hands rubbed and squeezed at my body with a similar display of desperation. I tried to contain my excitement as best I could, but when her tongue shot between my lips and sucked hungrily on mine, it was more than I could handle.

A long, satisfied moan clawed its way up from my voice box and vibrated between our lips. Mary’s tongue jerked around inside my mouth when she let fly a few giggles, forcing me to play the aggressor for the first time by holding her head steady with my hands. I combed my fingers through her soft, silky hair while my tongue flicked against hers, our kiss becoming wetter with each passing second.

I knew that this moment would be forever embossed into my memory, easily surpassing the one in which I finally acquired a mint copy of Amazing Fantasy #15, which was the first comic book to ever feature Spider-Man.

Our lips, slick with saliva, finally broke apart and we stared deeply into one another’s eyes. Mary’s were murky brown pools, shimmering with a peculiar light that could be a combination of mischief and lust.

“Wow,” I whispered, filled with disbelief and child-like wonder. I felt the way Clark Kent must have after stealing Lois Lane’s heart from his alter ego, he of the blue tights and red cape.

Although I’ve been an ardent comic book collector since I can remember, it never truly sank in that the girl inevitably falls in love with the superhero’s real-life identity regardless of how mild-mannered or geeky they are. Maybe being baptized Peter Benjamin Parker wasn’t such a curse after all.

“You can say that again.”

“Wow.”

Mary let loose a killer smile that, had I not been sitting down, would’ve reduced my legs to a jelly-like substance and in turn caused me to plummet to the ground like a falling anvil.

“Do you hear that?” she asked, cocking her head.

“Hear what?”

“I hear a voice chanting ‘encore’ over and over again.”

Deciding not to let Mary’s imaginary fan down, our parted mouths came together again and we shared another steamy kiss. In fact, our make out session sizzled with such a burning heat that, if fallen into the wrong hands, our kissing could be used to melt the polar icecaps and flood the world.

Our tongues, lips and saliva became unified, creating a conduit which enabled our souls to temporary intertwine as one. There was something otherworldly about the girl in my arms. It was as if her origins were celestial in nature, having once been an angel in God’s kingdom but for reasons unknown had been banished to Earth.

I had no prior experience for which to draw an accurate comparison, but making out in a cemetery seemed sexier than it could ever feel anywhere else. It felt extra naughty, as if we were breaking some kind of sacred unwritten law.

Reared by parents who etched the word ‘ethics’ into my brain, I’d never even so much as committed the crime of stealing a candy bar from the local convenience store, always finding those who did rather childish and immature, but perhaps the rush of kissing Mary in such a taboo place emulated the petty thievery which many teenagers often submit to.

“Mary, who are you?” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “Why do I feel so…just, unlike me?”

“What feels different?”

“Everything. I used to be so afraid of…of this, you know, being with a girl. But I don’t feel threatened by you at all.”

“Good, then you won’t mind if I do this,” she stated, leapfrogging her hand from my thigh and landing it squarely on the obscene bulge between my legs. Not stopping to take a whiff of the roses, Mary immediately started fondling me through my tan slacks, apparently undeterred by the fact that we were essentially complete strangers.

“Mary, wh-what the hell are you doing?” I blustered.

A devilish grin erased over the top of her sweet smile, shattering any illusion that she was as innocent as her angelic appearance suggested. “You mean you don’t know? Jeez, Peter, you had me fooled into believing you were a pretty perceptive guy. If you really must know, I’m squeezing your cock.”

“Jesus.”

“Nope, my name is Mary.”

My hands busied themselves by roaming her warm back, savoring the sensation of running my palms over every glorious curve that her tight t-shirt was molded to. I wanted to touch her everywhere, leave no stone unturned.

“Do you think we should be doing this?” I groaned.

“You don’t like what I’m doing with my hand?”

“I love what you’re doing with your hand. It’s just, well, we hardly know each other.”

Mary melted against my body and delivered a series of light kisses to my lips and cheeks, which spurred her on to grope me with a newfound enthusiasm. She planted a pathway of kisses down the side of my face, throwing on the handbrake when she traveled past my jaw and arrived at my neck. Once there, her slick lips nuzzled the tender part of my throat, alternating between kissing, licking and sucking on my tingling skin.

“The way we kissed each other just now was as intimate, if not slightly more, than touching each other’s bodies,” she whispered, sliding her mouth up my neck until it made contact with my ear. “Anyone can fuck like a champ, but great kissing requires chemistry, passion and a good measure of animal attraction; all three of which exist between us in droves.”

Was she implying that…?

“What’re you saying?”

“I’m saying that you have something I want.”

I started to tremble uncontrollably, my wild imagination running rampant with hundreds of images of Mary and me in the throes of humping each other’s brains out. “What do you want?”