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 Future's Path By Aimless Ramblings   Copyright 2007 by Aimless Ramblings

   Chapter 3   "You're amazing," Gavin says, lazily tracing the outline of
the bathing suit against her chest with his fingertips.    "Thank you,"
Elena answers, spooned happily underneath his chin.  She is both warm and
content.  The months of waiting are over, and she is in his arms at last.  
"I'm, um, sorry for...  For coming so quickly."   She doesn't want to move,
but turns to face him anyway, and lays a finger against his lips.  "I loved
it."  Moving the finger, she kisses him.  "Now, don't say anything stupid
or you'll have to leave.  Got it?"  His eyes avoid meeting hers, but he
nods.  "Now, wanna help a girl out?"   The brown eyes, so evasive a moment
before, snap attentively to her face.  "Help?"   "Sure."   "How?"   She
starts at the base of his spine, and runs her fingernails all the way up
his naked back.  "You've had your turn; now I want mine."   She realizes
that she's out of control, but cannot force herself to slow down.  Gavin
himself is no threat; events of the past hour have gone so far outside his
frame of experience, that he must be floundering.  Still, if she pushes too
hard, he'll freak out, and she'll have to start all over again.  Better to
have continued cuddling, and encouraging him to play with her breasts, but
that moment is gone.    Pulling the bathing suit straps over her shoulders,
Elena slowly uncovers her breasts.  Gavin's eyes widen, and he reaches
eagerly towards her as she leans into him.  He's been looking at and
thinking about her breasts all day, and their sudden availability has
clearly excited him.  No surprise there, it's why she wore the bathing suit
to begin with.    His ardent groping is a little rough, and she runs her
fingers over the tops of his hands.  "Gently," she whispers.    "Sorry." 
His face flushes with embarrassment, but he doesn't give up, and resumes
caressing her breasts and nipples much more softly.    Reaching forward,
Elena strokes his face, slowly smoothing away the embarrassment.  She runs
her fingers along his eyebrows, around his nose, and finally down to his
lips.  "Suck me," she whispers into his ear, slowly pushing a finger into
his mouth.  "Suck all of me."   He eagerly follows her instruction; first
running his tongue up and down her finger, and then applying gradual
pressure.  His hands are gently pulling and stroking her nipples now, and
her own excitement is growing.    "That's it."  She removes her finger from
his mouth, and begins making wet circles on his stomach.    Gavin leans
further in, and sucks her right breast into his mouth.  Moaning with
pleasure, her wandering hand on his stomach surges downward, and finds him
hard again.  She has never been touched like this before, and the feeling
is amazing.  Seeing two people make love in her dreamscape is one thing,
but to actually do it herself is so much more than she imagined.    Gavin
lifts his head from her breast, and, using both hands, flips her over so
that she's lying on her back.  Looking up, she sees him poised above her,
his eyes bright with some new plan.  She's managed to continue holding him
through her change in position, and slowly begins stroking his cock.   
"What's next?" she asks.    He thrusts gently into her rubbing fingers, and
says quietly, "You said everywhere."   Moving carefully so as not to
displace her hand, he straddles her, and, facing her feet, slides the
bathing suit off of her legs.  His hands begin to massage her feet, and
then his warm swirling tongue is also there.    Shivering with pleasure,
Elena lifts her head, and increasing her hand's speed slightly, licks his
balls.  His cock twitches, and he groans when she licks him again.    Gavin
moves slowly up her legs, licking and occasionally nibbling her skin.  'Too
slow!'  Her excitement is mounting, and while she wishes that this
exquisite torture could go on forever, she also longs to feel his tongue
touching her clit, her labia, inside her pussy, everywhere.  Unable to
resist, she thrusts desperately towards his face, silently urging him to
move faster.  'Soon!  Oh God yes, soon!'   His tongue finally arrives
between her legs, and she whimpers as he begins a slow exploration.  He
delicately licks her folds, as though trying to sample every variance in
texture; kisses her wet opening; dips briefly inside of her, sliding
deliciously back and forth; and then trails agonizingly down one of her
legs.  Her hand squeezes his cock, and the tongue instantly returns.  He
probes inside her again, and then moving upward, finds her clit.    "Oh
yes," she gasps, "Right there!"   At first, he licks in slow circles, and
then, speed increasing with her panting, his tongue moves alternately up
and down, left and right.  Faster and faster, until suddenly he's sucking
on her clit directly.  Crying out, she grabs his hips, and pulls his cock
into her mouth.  Sucking him as hard as she can, she thrusts herself up
into Gavin's mouth.  Both she and Gavin hang for a moment, balancing on the
edge of their mutual pleasure, and then simultaneously fall into orgasm.   
--   Dreamscape   Elena is in a restaurant.  It's not one she recognizes,
although there's no reason she should really.  All of her dreams and
viewings have some sort of personal significance to her own life, but even
with that limitation, she often ends up in some very strange places.   
Leaning against a wall by the entrance, she waits to find out who the focus
of this viewing will be.  There's always a tug on her consciousness which
identifies the principal participant of the viewing, although it's
frequently someone she knows anyway.  She is drowsy after her orgasm, and
begrudges this enforced time away from Gavin's arms.  Still, she cannot
afford to ignore what she observes here; her father's death taught her that
much.    The pull on her consciousness comes, and she surrenders to its
insistent force.  She drifts passed the podium where customers check into
be seated, through a side wall, and out on to a covered patio.  There are
two men sitting at the table she's directed towards.  One of them looks
like a football player, large and muscular, while the other man is tall and
very lean.  The tall one is familiar, but even after studying him for
several seconds, she can't place him.     'Who do you remind me of?'  
"Have you told your son anything yet?" the football player asks, leaning
forward.  "I thought he might've sensed something this morning."   "No,"
the tall one answers shortly, not looking up from his pasta.    His
companion sighs.  "Secrets are never a good idea, Al.  They always come out
in the end, and people have a funny way of getting pissed when they figure
out you've been lying to them."   Looking up, the tall man glares across
the table.  There's something about his eyes...  Gavin's eyes?  Gavin's
father?  She's never seen him in real life, and only once before and at a
distance in her dreamscape.  But, it must be him.    "Well, we can't all be
perfect like Bill Duncan, can we?"   "Shit!" the big man waves the comment
away with disgust.  "There ain't nothing perfect about me.  You'll regret
hiding from him though, I promise you that."   "Have you even considered
what will happen if I do tell him?  The only reason the judge agreed to
sole custody for me was that she didn't like the fact that Janet had been
screwing around.  What am I supposed to do?  Tell Gav I'm gay, and then
swear him to secrecy with the fag club handshake?"    'Oh no!  Poor Gavin.'
  As the world begins to fade, Bill says coldly, "Better to lose him
because you were stand-up, than have him leave because you were a coward."
  --   Gavin stretches lazily, and catches a glimpse of himself in the
large mirror standing in the corner.  The light coming through the playroom
windows is much dimmer than before, so he and Elena must've slept for some
time after their tryst.  He had been so focused on Elena's body earlier
that he hadn't paid much attention to his surroundings.  The whole room is
now softly reflected, including Elena's curled up figure beside him.  'I've
gotta remember to look at that thing the next time we do it.'   Grinning,
he looks down at Elena, and reaches out a hand to lightly touch her hair. 
So much has happened in such a short period of time.  So much, in fact,
that it wouldn't surprise him if he were the one sleeping, not her.  He's
not asleep though, and what's awakened him is a growing need to piss.   
Careful not to disturb Elena, he stands, and begins searching for a
restroom.  There's a short flight of three stairs leading up to a pair of
double doors a little passed the bar.  'Bathroom of the gods?'   He walks
up the stairs, opens the doors, and no, not a bathroom.  There's more of
the leather furniture Elena's mother is so fond of, and a large projection
TV taking up one entire wall.  'If these guys adopt me, would I have to
stop sleeping with Elena?'   Not that he's really SLEPT with her yet,
but...   Turning, he walks down the stairs, pauses for a moment to gaze
admiringly at Elena's sleeping form, and then hurries out of the playroom. 
There's an overlook down to the entrance foyer on his right, and the
descending flight of stairs which would take him back down to the living
room on his left.  He realizes suddenly that he's still naked, and also
very exposed on this open walkway.  'Fuck me.'  Resisting the urge to
crouch, Gavin walks very quickly to the end of the hallway, and steps
through another one of the house's arched openings.  The bathroom is
immediately to his left, and he rushes inside.    This is no bathroom of
the gods either, but it does seem to have everything he needs.  Grinning to
himself, he wonders what Elena's parents must do to have this much money. 
Of course, this is Pflugerville, so perhaps houses like this don't cost as
much as they would in say, California.  He flushes the toilet, turns to
walk out, and then goes back to the sink to wash his hands.  Elena would
probably not be impressed if he returned to her with pee on his hands. 
There are three toothbrushes in a holder above the sink, and he idly
wonders which one she uses.    Back outside the bathroom, he sees that
there are doors to four bedrooms here; two of them with colorful drawings
taped to the wood, the others blank.  Curious, he briefly examines each
room.  The doors with drawings are clearly Kate's and Anna's bedrooms. 
Both rooms are awash with toys, stuffed animals, and stray pieces of
clothing.  The next door reveals a room with a bed, nightstand, dresser,
and very little else.  'Guest bedroom.'   Elena's bedroom appears to be the
largest.  It is much neater than Kate's and Anna's, although there do seem
to be books resting on every flat surface.  The room smells of her, and he
is suddenly frightened that she would be angry at finding him here.  He
turns to go, and she's standing in the doorway.    "Hi," she says, giving
him the same soft smile she had earlier used to lure him inside.  "Taking
the grand tour?"   She's holding her bathing suit and his clothes. 
"Kinda," his eyes drop to the floor.  "I had to use the bathroom."   She
giggles.  "Not in here I hope.  I'd have to introduce you to my Stepdad. 
You two could discuss the mysterious appeal of closets."    'Okay, not
pissed.'  He looks up, and catches her staring at a man's gold-framed
picture on the dresser.    "Is that him?" he asks.    "What?"  She looks
confused.  "Oh, no, this is my...  my biological father."  She tosses their
clothing on the bed, walks to him, and kisses him on the chest.  He slides
his arms around her, and wonders if they will be on that bed soon.    "So,
your parents are divorced?"   She tenses against him, and then seems to
relax.  "No, he's dead," she answers quietly.    "Oh...  I'm sorry," he
says lamely.    She touches his face, and when their eyes meet, she kisses
him slowly.  The kiss is not sexual, and her eyes are...  Frightened?  Of
what?    "I dreamed about his dying," she tells him quietly.  "I saw it
happen, but couldn't stop it."  She is shaking all over, and it never
occurs to him to disbelieve her.  Her words are filled with an undeniable
certainty, but, at the same time, a desperate need for him to believe.   
Lifting her gently, he moves to the edge of the bed, sits, and begins
slowly running his fingers through her hair.  "Do you still have dreams?"
he asks.    The answer is so soft that he can barely hear it.  "Yes."   He
says nothing; continuing to hold her, and slowly caressing her hair. 
Eventually, her shaking subsides, and she looks up at him gratefully.   
"Thank you," she says simply.    "You're welcome," he answers, bending to
kiss her neck.  He feels a sort of rumbling vibration through the floor,
and wonders briefly what it is.    Elena suddenly pulls free, and throwing
him a quick smile, begins putting on her bathing suit.  "I think you'd
better get dressed," she announces, her smile growing wider.    "Uh, okay,"
he agrees, feeling disappointed.    "You don't know what's going on, do
you?"   He pulls on his shirt, discovers that it's inside out, pulls it off
again, and answers her with complete honesty.  "Not since I got up this
morning, no."   "Poor baby," she winks at him.  "You've had an awful day,
huh?"   "Hey," he complains, while finally managing to get his shirt on, "I
almost died twice.  Once in my garage, and once here."   "Well, I don't
know anything about your garage, but, if you don't get your shorts on
pretty quick, you're going to die right now."  She looks around the
bedroom, slaps her forehead, and runs for the door.  "I forgot your shoes,"
she calls over her shoulder.    He is dressed when she returns, and catches
the shoes she throws at him.  "So, you're not going to tell me what's going
on?"   She sighs.  "It's called a garage door, Gavin.  My parents are
home."   "Oh!"  He quickly ties his shoes, and joins her at the window
overlooking the back yard.  There's another two story house in back of
Elena's, and she's looking intently at a lit window on the second floor. 
"Is this how I get out?" he asks.    "One of the ways," she answers,
opening the window.  "Pretend you're in a park going down the slide."  They
both look down the steep roof into her back yard.     'I'm still a
virgin...  I'm too young to die...  But, if I survive, I don't think I'll
be a virgin much longer.'   Turning away from the window, Gavin takes her
face in his hands.  Leaning forward, trying to look cool and not rush, he
runs his hands down her neck and back until she's being held in his arms,
and they kiss.    There's a thump from downstairs, and then two small
voices in unison, "Elena?"   Gavin pulls back, and Elena giggles.  "It's
okay," she says, smiling at him, and then turning to look at the doorway to
her bedroom, as though she already expects to see someone standing there. 
"Everything will be fine."   Gavin clambers out the window with Elena's
help, and sits down for a moment, planning how to proceed.    "I have to
go," she tells him, and then louder, "I'll be right there.  She kisses his
neck.  "Come back and see me tomorrow."    'Definitely not a virgin much
longer.'   Gavin crawls carefully towards the roof's edge.  The shingles
feel slippery underfoot, and he is grateful that his shoes have good
traction.  He finally reaches the roof's edge, and glances up.  The window
across the way is still lit, and...  Someone watching?  He only sees a
vague outline.     'Never let 'em see you sweat.'  Raising a hand, he waves
at the person watching, and jumps.