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Serendipity Pass
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Chapter 6: Freshly Paved Streets
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I woke up to a deep, gentle, rolling growl. It thrummed in my ears, filling my head with a pleasant reverberation, pulling me from my slumber.
My eyes slowly opened, attempting to pinpoint the source, as I rose into consciousness. My brain started to put together the clues. First, a reverberation in my throat… and… in my chest.
And I realized, without the tiniest of doubts… that, that noise…
Was coming from me.
She, on the other hand, was quiet. Studiously quiet. With her head on my thigh, gazing intently at a very sensitive muscle. Gently running a finger up a vein.
She felt me rise and smiled. But she never let her attention waiver.
“Hey Old Man.”
*“Hey Little Miss.”
The vision, through the windows, revealed a fresh morning light. Time slipped by at a more normal pace, rather than the staggered ebb and flow it had the night before.
I was watching her trace the wanderings of her fingertip, up and down my flesh. And I could see the focus of her examination rising to meet her touch. She kept away, just far enough to barely brush against the skin.
I got lost in her play. *“Tease.”
“Mmmhmmmm.”
Her smile grew, just snarky enough to let me know that she was playing with a purpose. "I think it's teasing me more than I'm teasing it though." She toyed a little more, in silence, then she cast her gaze to my face and broke the hush with an earnest question, “Where do you think we go from here?”
*”I don’t know. Do we have to go anywhere?”
“No. I suppose not.”
*”I mean, this is a pretty nice place I’m in. At the very least, I wouldn’t mind visiting again.”
She sat up, crossed her legs, and hunched down looking at me. Her elbows on her knees, her chin on her fists. I propped myself up to see her a little more comfortably.
She was intently deciphering the expression on my face. Then she just smiled, “Me too… It’s seven in the morning. Hungry? We could have some breakfast.”
Her head tilted down towards me a bit. I leaned up and kissed her.
*”Yeah we could do that, or you could come over here, slide me inside, and we could talk. Not move. Just talk. Then, we could have some breakfast.”
She leaned forward and pulled my arms out from my sides. I fell back to the bed with a very solid thump. She climbed over my stomach, took me in her hand and slid me right inside her.
She was slowly inching her way down.
“Oww.”
*”Still sensitive?”
“Yeah, a little. It’s, WOW, woooo, forgot about that. Okay. It's okay now.” She sat back.
I put my arms on her waist and sat up. Then I held her steady, with my fingers on her shoulders and my palms on her shoulder blades.
She laughed when my nose brushed hers. “Hi.”
I took in her face, *“Good morning.”
“You know, this is a pretty nice way to wake up.”
*”I’ve had worse.”
“Me too.”
*”Life can be a tore up, bumfuck, backwater road sometimes. Can't it?"
"Potholes as deep as your knees."
"True that. But, you know? Some of the rest stops, on those hard packed trails, have the best, fucking, views around. If only you stop, take a breath and look.”
She just, lazily, twiddled a finger around my chest.
Her words came out, off the top of her head, “You know I meant what I said before?”
*”About?”
“Loving you.”
*”I know you did and I meant every word myself.”
Her eyes went quizzical, once again, “Hmmmm… Did I, miss something?”
*”?My other first, has that heart-string?”
I looked at her eyes and then, pointedly, looked at her hand with mine. Then I returned my gaze back up, to see if she had tracked my vision.
She had.
*“And she’s playing it, right now.”
She watched her fingers circling the flesh right over my heart.
It only took a couple of more twirls.
“Oh!”
Her eyes shot up to mine and the corners of her mouth rose even higher. Deep, purple irises imprisoned my thoughts and dragged me in to mingle with hers. My blood pumped and I swelled inside her.
“Oohhh.”
She brought her face closer, our noses brushed and teased. Our lips played no touch. Dancing into and away from each other, with that electric, ethereal feeling of somehow being connected.
Other than the obvious connection that is.
She rocked back and forth as I rolled side to side. She leaned back and shook.
I looked down at our meeting.
She was soft.
It was the first time I had seen her like that, mostly it had been half hard or more but now it gracefully curved, arcing gently between us. It peeked out like a luscious, full, clit, hooded under a oddly angled foreskin. It was the first cock I ever saw that kind of turned me on and I realized she wasn’t circumcised to boot. If I hadn't seen it hard I'd swear it could never get as big as it did. But then again, she could probably say the same about me.
The slow grinding movements and gentle whispers of scent stirred up the pleasures, increasing the level of desire. Her hands clamped strenuously into my back as she sucked my tongue and held it fast with her teeth. She trembled and rose up, kissing my forehead.
“Oh fuck, I’m…”
I was pushed over the line when she arched her back offering me her breast. I sucked in her nipple and started to cum within her tenuous trembling. She was stirring me on with rippling muscles and sighs.
The orgasm was slow and steady and strong and long.
We shook and rumbled then settled into each other, overheated and well fucked.
*”Fuck that was…”
“Different…. Wow. Dizzy.”
*”That’s putting it… yeah, different, that works, and definitely a little dizzy.”
Once again the laughter took hold. I rolled her over and stayed inside.
“I love, shit, those heart… beats.”
*”They’re like an exclamation point to it all, aren’t they?” I slyed, stroking her skin with angel breath touches. Adding fuel to the spasms and the giggles she already displayed.
“Mmmhmm!”
*”Ready to eat?”
“In a minute.”
*”Take as long as you like, Little One. I’m in no rush to move.”
She sniffed and sighed and hugged me tight. She breathed in deep and exhaled a melancholy contentment.
“My mom used to call me that.”
*”Do you want me to stop?”
“No, it’s nice to hear again.” She watched her finger twirl my hair and kissed my neck tenderly. Her stomach grumbled. “Guess, it’s time to make some food.”
*”What do we have?”
“We have bacon, eggs, I’m pretty sure there’s some fruit and cheese left, and I think there’s some pancake mix.”
*”Well we could throw together an omelette and mix some fruit in with the pancakes. You have chocolate syrup?”
“Mmmhmm.”
A spark of idea took flight in my brain. *”Hey, do you have a bathtub here?”
“Yeah, downstairs.”
*Big enough for two?”
“Big enough for you, me, and a Wookie.”
*”Good, how about you fix us a nice hot bath and I’ll go and get breakfast made.”
“Okay?” She looked puzzled but intrigued.
I got up, slid out of bed, and offered her a hand. She took it and stomped to the floor. She stretched her arms to the sky and swayed, slowly side to side. I grabbed her elbows, held them up, over her head, and kissed into the bush under her left arm.
"If I had known I was gonna get so much attention there I'd have shaved."
*"Don't, I like it. It has a celestial aura when the light shines through it. And it's definitely sexy on you."
"Goofball. Come on."
We walked down the hall, she stopped by the bathroom to grab a few things.
A few minutes later, from the kitchen, I watched her walk by and make her way to the steps. I walked out to the hallway to watch. Her butt looked cute even going down stairs. Not many people can pull that off.
Since I was there, I put some wood in the stove and fanned it back to life. Though the day was fully arrived, the chill of the night had reclaimed the air. And by the look of the sky, it wasn’t much better outside. The fire returned, with a little bit of prompting, and so did it’s purpose. I went back to the kitchen and finished preparing our meal.
I was putting the last of the pancakes on the plate when she snuck up behind me and kissed my neck. Her cock pressed into my cheek and nuzzled back to my thigh. I felt her hand slide down my stomach and stroke the hairs above mine.
“Ooh strawberry pancakes. With… maple?” she dipped her finger in the mix, and gave it a sniff, “Maple… and chocolate syrup?”
I forked a piece off, *”Mhmm. Here have a taste.”
“Oh, mmm, that’s nice.”
*’It’s better with a dark chocolate drizzle or chips, but this’ll do.”
“This, is… mmm, yeah it will.”
I took the plate, and walked to the stairs, she gave me that look again. I was used to it. Had been for a long time. Still funny to see though.
*”There’s a nice hot bath waiting for us, you don’t want it to get cold do you.”
“I was wondering where this was heading.”
*”What? You never sat in a tub with a glass of wine and some snacks and just relaxed?”
“No. But okay, one sec I'll grab the wine. Do you ummm want some weed?”
*”Just the wine will be fine.”
She led me down the stairs, through a door to another bedroom. Which was now a workspace, with all kinds of neat gadgets strewn across a table. There was a mannequin with bits and pieces of an unfinished design. She saw me eyeing it up and flicked a switch on the helmet.
Soft blue lights pulsed beneath an almost black glass visor.
*"That's fucking awesome.
She smiled, "It's missing, something, but I like it so far." She flipped off the light, caught my eye and lead me on to the bathroom.
It was small, but eclectic. The tub had feet, like eagle talons, holding a globe. And it really could fit two and a Wookie. A smaller than average, maybe teenage Wookie, but yeah, we could fit.
I went back upstairs, got the tobacco and the candle, then I appropriated the top from the coffee table and went back down.
She was already in and under the bubbles.
The scent of Lavender and Hibiscus hinted off the water.
I laid the table top across the sides of the tub, lit the candle and put it on the sink. I closed the window curtains, to the grey of the day, picked up the plate and the glasses, put them on the table top and stepped into the tub. Sliding in behind her.
We ate, not saying much. Just relaxing, refueling and reinforcing that comfortable bond. When the food was finished, and our energy returned, I took the settings and the table top and laid them on the sink. I took her hand, stood her up, pulled the plug, and turned the hot water on to reheat the tub. I stepped into it and sat back down pulling her with me.
“We’re gonna get old peopley.”
*”Probably, but it goes away. And, I’m already old people.”
She laughed.
She leaned forwards and ran her fingers between her toes. I traced a line, of a scar, from her left shoulder down to her ribs.
She tensed away a touch.
*“Surgery?”
”That one? No. The one above my hip and the one on my side yes. I had an extra kidney, that failed, and some stuff that needed untwisting.”
*”That sucks?”
“I don’t remember them. I was a newborn for the untwisting and three I think, for the kidney.”
I kissed the one by her shoulders. She pulled away again then settled back in.
“That one still hurts.”
*”Sorry.”
“Oh, you didn’t hurt me. it’s not a physical pain just a bad memory.”
I pulled her back and hugged her tight.
*”I’m guessing something got ugly.”
“Yeah. Friends… Well, not friends.”
*”Enough said.” I kissed it again and she breathed in deep and settled.
“Thanks.” She turned as much as she could and hugged me hard. A somberness returned but this time there were no tears. I just let her find what she needed to. “Will I see you again? After today?”
*“I’d like that very much.”
She pulled away to look at my face. “Me too.”
The last bit of sadness chased from her eyes, but even the little bit I saw bore a hole in my mind. I'd like to say I was a better man but at that moment I felt like punching something. Hard. Then she smiled. And everything, kinda made sense. Like an odd reunion, of two very, physically, different worlds. That, somehow, shared the same circumstance and misfortunes. The feeling faded with a kiss.
We got up, dried off and went back up the stairs, wrapped in a single oversized beach towel. She laid on the bed and I pulled her to the edge, by her feet, and knelt between her thighs. I kissed and nibbled from her knee to her abdomen. Her musk filled me with want once more. I tasted at the tender skin and worked my way to her rising. I got her hard and stiff and wanting.
“Mmmm, your mouth feels so good on my…” she shied.
*“You can say it, I’m sucking your dick..”
“Yes you are, unn, sucking my dick, my dick, oh shit, good.”
I reached across and grabbed the oil and teased myself with it. Then I rose up and straddled myself over her, kissed her, grabbed her and slicked my hands up and down her velvety cock. Slowly I ground myself onto her.
“Oh, you really did like it.”
I closed my eyes and remembered and relaxed. She popped through the taut ring and I felt the release, and with one slow, steady push I felt her fullness in me. The pain was vivid, like the dull ache of a tourniquet constantly being tightened.
She stayed still and held me, letting me set the pace.
“I really really do love you.”
*”I know and you know too.”
She rolled herself up and kissed my neck while I slowly started to move. She licked my chest with little fluttering flits of her tongue. I ground against her with a very circular intent. My eyes closed again and I drifted back, grinding deeper with longer motions. I felt a warmth around the head of my cock, and looked down to see her mouth moving just passed the head. I could sense the look on her face, it glowed with a devious delight.
There aren’t too many words to describe what I was feeling, okay there are, but we use them all too much and too often, so I’ll just let your imagination fill the gaps.
I watched as her head smoothed on my shaft as my ass rode on hers. Her hands scraped my ribs and back as she rose, taking my mouth and my breath, for her own.
“Fuck I’m, shit, oh Joe.”
I felt it, a pulse and a speed, and a slickness grew inside me.
“Shit… Joe… Cumming”
I pulled her in and pushed onto her stomach, I felt the pause and the break and the warmth on my abdomen. *”Oh, fuuuck, mee,” I moaned as my own orgasm rose out of me, pulsing with finality onto both our stomachs.
She giggled and I cracked up.
*”I do too you know.”
“What?”
*”Love you.”
“I know.”
*”Good.”
“Yeah! It is.”
*”So what do you say to once a week?”
“Elaborate, please.”
*”We get together, once a week, just for this, all night long, awake or asleep, just this, all this.”
“I can do Thursday nights after four,” She said, without even a pause.
*“I can make that work.”
“Schools out in a couple of months. Maybe we can get together more then?”
*”Oh no, we can get together more than once a week now. I mean we can work on some of your projects, go see a movie, dinner, just be, whatever. My schedule is pretty steady for the most part, I do get swamped now and then but I can find time. I’m just saying, once a week, we dedicate to this… serendipity thing.”
“Serendipity Thursdays, it is then, definitely. Hey, do you cosplay?”
*”I haven’t. I did some D&D, when it first came out, and a couple times over the years, but nothing in costume, unless you consider combat paintball or beer league hockey as cosplaying.”
“It’s fun, I don’t go out and do it anymore though. Mostly I just dress up to take pictures to sell my gear. But it would be so much fun to dress up and con. I haven’t been to one since my parents died.”
*”Well I have no problem with it, which is funny considering I hate work uniforms. If you need another coat rack for pics, I’m in. And if you needed a con date. I’ve been to a couple NYCCs, they’re good fun. Interesting toys, awesome costume work, fantastic replicas. That honestly fun group of geeks you’re happy to meet. And some hot chicks dressed as slave Leah, of course there’s the one or two that could pull off Jabba the Hutt easier, but what’s not to love?”
“Perv.”
*”That’s Dirty Old Perv to you.”
“My, Dirty, Old, Perv,” she chided, while kissing up my neck. “You know, with a little work you could pull off Sirius. At least enough to be recognizable.”
*”And would you be escorting me as Luna Lovegood? You could pull off her essence, beautifully, without a stitch of cloth or creme.”
She grabbed my face and kissed me, more to hide her blush than thank me, but who the hell am I to judge.
“Mmmhmm, I could do that. You ever see Farscape?"
*"Yeah great show, weird, I liked it."
"You’d make a great Peacekeeper. I had...”
Nothing. Just a quirky smile and a touch more rouge.
*"You had?"
There was that shade again, brighter, followed by a sly little grin.
"One of those dreams, about Aeryn Sun, too."
*”I do not have the chest to pull Aeryn off. And that would mean shaving things. Except the pits and the bush, Aeryn wouldn’t shave them in my universe. You know," I looked at her and imagined different colors, *" you’d make a fantastic Nibari, a sexier Chiana. And that's saying something in my book. Wait a minute, I thought you liked boys.”
“I do. But there are a few handsome looking women too. And I did say I had some sex dreams that ended in a, mess. She was one of the others. Okay maybe Aeryn’s small chested, older sister. Those peacekeeper outfits were hot, you’d look good in one.”
*”So is that what I am to you, a handsome looking woman? A mannequin to be used for your own personal perversions?”
“Yes.” She laughed. "A very scruffy, rugged, handsome looking woman."
*”Fair enough. I could live with that. Ahh, The sacrifices we make.”
I grabbed at her waist with both hands.
She jumped and wriggled, "Ahh that tickles."
I stood up, slowly, and stepped out of bed. She started to rise.
I pulled the blanket over her legs. *“I’ll be right back, relax.”
She laid back down and I went downstairs to the bath, grabbed all the stuff from breakfast and brought it back up. I put the table top back, rolled a smoke, just tobacco, and got to washing the plates and glasses. I heard her footsteps as a rhythmic skipping down the hall. Her arms where soon around me, and her lips tickled my neck. “I’ll dry.”
When the dishes were done and stored away, she dragged me to the living room, threw the cushions, from the couch, onto the rug by the cast iron stove. Then she skipped back down the hall and returned with a comforter and a pillow. She took my hand, sat down on the cushions, pulling me to her. I scooted up behind her and pulled the comforter around us.
She wrapped my arms tighter around her.
“I was twelve-ish.”
I kissed her neck, right where it curves.
“Mmmm… I was at a party, I had just changed schools the semester before, but someone from my old school was there. He was birthday boy’s cousin or something. He was one of the reasons we moved. I guess it wasn’t far enough.” She pushed back into me a little more. “We moved because, one day at school, I was peeing in the girl’s room, some girls busted in and knocked into the door. I was pulling my panties up, but they saw ME. Then the word spread. The cousin was a friend of the boy that kissed me, on a dare.” Her neck stretched, her shoulders squared, and she looked to the ceiling.
*”You don’t have to tell me anymore.”
“It’s okay, I want to. I think I need to… Anyway, he started telling everyone at the party I was a homo, that I had a penis. That’s not a girl. Stupid shit. He and some of the other boys chased me, trying to undress me to see proof. I slipped under a fence and ran, they were too big to fit. Then, I was crashing to the floor and I felt a pain in my back. I found out later, he had ripped off a metal sign from a fence and threw it at me.”
*”So that’s how you ended up with that scar.”
“Yeah.”
*”What happened after that?”
“I guess I screamed loud enough for someone to hear. I don’t recall, it was hazey. The person whose house it was ran out. There were cops, paramedics, the hospital, things are really blurry. I spent three nights in the hospital. He got sent to Kids Kamp. And my new friends acted differently from then on. We ended up moving again.”
*”Because it was your fault, for being different.”
“Yeah, you know.”
*”Not to that extent, but I had my share as a kid. No more than most, roughly about the average amount of bullying most kids, who go through that, get.”
“Well if anyone here finds out and knows we’re together... I’m sorry, if that happens, and people, that you know, change.”
*”First off there's not many people I associate with anymore. And It wouldn’t be anything new, if that’s the case. I’ve seen that shit come and go, I’ve seen people come and go, Some stay, some do not. Look. I’m fifty-three years old. I don’t give a fuck what people think about me. Haven't in a long while. Some people like me or don’t for no reason. Others hate me for real ones, but that’s because, they’re, complete shit piles. And that’s on them. The people that love me, love me for what I love them for, they’re good people no matter our differences. And if I lose one or two, or all of them, because I’m with you, well then thanks for the memories and have a nice life. I know I will, with you, with or without them.”
“You were wrong, you know?”
*”About what? I’m wrong about tons of stuff.”
“It’s not a stranger’s ears, it’s a friend’s.”
*”Yeah, now, but then, they were a strangers. I was right for then.”
“No! You were a friend, right from the start.” -->
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