***************************************************************** Title: The Visitor, Part 1 Story Codes: MF, rom, magic Author: Christian Alan Summary: A young man's summer vacation is unexpectedly transformed into a weird and wonderful encounter with the supernatural. ***************************************************************** One: A Sudden Arrival Lying on the cool sheets of his bed, Chaz Michaels stared blankly up into the darkness and wished that something, ANYTHING would happen to relieve the boredom of this so-called 'vacation.' Back home there had at least been things to do and people he could talk to, but here on his uncle's old farm there wasn't a whole lot to do besides sit on the porch and watch the paint flake off. It had sounded way more exciting when he'd first been invited. His uncle needed a hand fixing up the place, so Chaz agreed to stay on for the summer and help out. He'd figured that a little honest work and country air would do him good. Unfortunately Chaz forgot the fact that his uncle's farm was more than thirty miles from anywhere. The nearest town was really nothing more than a gas station and a Dairy Queen. He'd never been a very social person, but nearly a month of hardly seeing anyone besides his crotchety old uncle had left Chaz feeling downright lonely. His uncle was friendly enough, but he was quiet and often acted a little, well, *strange*. When Chaz had first arrived at the farmhouse, his uncle led him inside and up the creaky old steps to the second floor. They'd walked to the end of the upstairs hallway and stopped in front of a boarded-up door. "This will be your room," his uncle told him as he began to pry off the old boards with a crowbar. Chaz just stared at him in confusion. It looked like the door hadn't been opened in decades. "One of the others would be fine," he ventured, looking down the hall. There were at least two other spare rooms that seemed perfectly useable. His uncle shook his head. "This used to be your grandfather's room when he was your age. Its about time that it was lived in again." He pulled the last board off then opened the door. The room inside was choked with cobwebs and dust. It had taken both of them the better part of a day just to make it livable. Now, lying in the darkness that still smelled like dust and furniture polish, Chaz wondered for the hundredth time why his kooky uncle had really wanted him to stay in this old room. Sentimental reasons? Maybe, but then why had he kept it boarded up for years? He couldn't think of a reason. Anyway, it was nice enough now, even cozy. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. This always happened when he was bored. His thoughts would just run on by themselves until he had no idea where his current train of thought had come from. He'd just started to nod off when there came a sudden crashing noise from outside. Chaz started and sat up, blinking as he saw a brilliant flash of light through the curtains, quickly followed by another crackling explosion. Great, a thunderstorm, he thought. The lightning flashed more rapidly and soon the air was literally filled with the crashing of thunder. He got out of bed and went to the window, feeling the tiny hairs on his arms tingling from the electrified atmosphere. He watched with a feeling of awe and apprehension as the sky was split by dozens of arcing streaks of blue-white energy. The thunder was nearly deafening. He jumped back in surprise as a heavy sheet of rain suddenly pelted the windowpane, the big drops smacking heavily into the glass. He watched the storm rage until the chill air made him retreat back to the warmth of his bed. Well, at least there was *something* happening, he thought. They sure didn't have storms like this back home. He pulled the comforter over himself and closed his eyes, listening to the constant rolling thunder and the insistent pattering of rain on the window. It almost sounded like fingers tapping on the glass, trying to get inside. After a few minutes under the comforter he began to get too warm and peeled it off, then settled back on the bed and did his best to fall asleep. He was slowly drifting off when a loud peal of thunder rattled the ceiling above him almost as if it had struck the house. At the same moment something heavy fell squarely on his midsection, almost knocking the wind out of him. Chaz snapped back to awareness, too startled to even move. Had the roof fallen in? The flashes had stopped and he couldn't see a thing. He was filled with a sudden sense of dread. There was something rounded and resilient laying across his stomach, and it didn't feel like part of the roof. Then to his shock, it moved. Something damp and quivering touched his chest. He screamed like a little girl and lashed out blindly, his hands encountering moist flesh. At his touch the thing let out an shriek of its own that froze his blood, and for a few moments Chaz grappled blindly with it in a state of complete panic. His only thought was that some kind of animal had gotten in the room and leaped on him, then his right hand closed around something that was unmistakably a wrist. The thing, the person, whatever it was began pounding at his chest and frantically trying to yank its arm free, shrieking and gasping in an unmistakably *feminine* way with its efforts. Chaz managed to grab its other wrist (supposing that this thing didn't have more than two, anything seemed possible after the way it had seemingly dropped on him out of thin air) and held it there as the creature struggled on top of him. The storm outside seemed to have stopped completely. The room was pitch black, the only sound was the rasp of his and the thing's harsh breathing. After a few moments its attempts to break free became weaker and increasingly feeble as it seemed to tire itself out. Finally it stopped and sat shuddering on his stomach, making a quiet noise that sounded very much like a girl sobbing. Still quite shocked and unsure what to do, Chaz held it/her for a moment longer, then, hoping to God that it/she was really exhausted, he brought its/her wrists together and pinned them against his chest with one forearm. With his free hand he reached for the lamp on the nightstand, and after fumbling with it for a long moment he managed to switch it on. Then he looked up and felt the blood drain out of his face. There was nothing there. He still held the pair of trembling wrists against his chest; still felt the weight of something sitting on his stomach; he could even still hear the faint shuddering sobs. But he saw nothing. Its fucking invisible, he thought calmly to himself, though he felt that he was on the edge of losing his mind completely. He had a sudden urge to throw the thing off, jump up, and run as fast and as far away as he could. Instead he collected his thoughts and slowly and deliberately began following the contours of its arms with his hand, resolving to at least find out what it was before he took a chance on letting it loose in the world. The skin of its arms was soft and smooth and hairless. It had elbows. Human enough, at least so far. It struggled weakly for a moment as his fingers moved over the curve of a bare shoulder. Its skin felt moist and cool, like it'd been out in the rain. "Voyat," it moaned in a low, frightened-sounding female voice. "Voyat aun!" Chaz froze. He was pretty sure that it, no, she had just told him to stop, but he sure as hell wasn't going to do anything else until he had more of an idea of what the fuck 'she' really was. He reached higher, finding the curve of a neck where it should be, then moving up along it until his finger brushed though strands of wet hair and found an ear. She jerked her head away, but he found it again. "Take it easy," he said softly, trying to sound reassuring. "I'm not going to hurt you." He doubted that she understood him, but she seemed to calm down a little. She held still as he traced the line of her jaw. Chaz could not get over just how fucking weird it was to be touching someone in a lit room and not being able to see them. Well, she feels nice enough, he thought distractedly as he walked his fingers as gently as he could over blank air. He pressed his fingers against her lips. Soft, trembling slightly, nothing too unusual. He ran through a checklist. Nose, right where it should be; tightly-closed eyes with lashes; eyebrows; smooth forehead; two ears; soft, damp hair framing her face and falling around her shoulders. So far, so good, he thought. Nothing too monstrous yet. "An la." She said in a pleading tone, tugging gently at the hand that held her wrists. He briefly debated what to do. Though she seemed to be calm now, there was no way of telling what she'd do once he let her go. He took hold of her left wrist in his hand, then let go of her right. He held onto her arm gently but firmly, using that as a sort of leash, at least for the time being. "Jaho aeh?" She asked in a quavering voice. "Jatah ma no?" Chaz really wished he knew what she was saying, but at least one thing was clear. She was just as scared as he was. Under different circumstances, the fact that there was a moist and naked female sitting on him in his bed would be like a dream come true. But with the shock of her bizarre and sudden arrival still fresh in his mind, he could think of little else besides the fact that she had somehow fallen on him out of nowhere; invisible, speaking a weird language and possibly being not quite human. Despite this, he began feeling somewhat warm as she touched his chest with her free hand. Her fingers roved along his shoulder, then moved up his neck. It took him a moment to realize that she was feeling along blindly in the same way he had. She couldn't see him either. It was no wonder she had panicked and started freaking out. Curious as to what she could and couldn't see, he reached up and switched off the light. She seemed to pause for a second, then continued gently feeling her way over his chin to his mouth. He frowned. She appeared to be equally blind in both light and darkness, though maybe she could tell the difference somehow. He pondered this as if it was an academic problem for a moment until the light touch of her fingertips on his lips brought him back to reality. Maybe she's from another dimension, he pondered, like that two-dimensional monster from that old Outer Limits episode. To him she seemed very much three dimensional, though, and in the dark with the lights off he could almost forget she was invisible. Her fingers brushed his eyebrows, giving him very much the same examination as he'd given her. Slowly, he reached out his hand until he touched her cheek and she flinched at the unexpected contact. He wondered if she could see anything at all. Probably not, if she couldn't see him. She was the outsider, and however light or whatever passed for light in her dimension reflected, it apparently didn't work the same way here. Chaz placed his hand on her shoulder, suddenly wishing he could see what she looked like; to be able to tell if she was really human and didn't have a tentacle growing out of her bellybutton or someplace worse. Tentatively, he slid his hand down her side, his thumb brushing against something round and warm that might have been--at least, he hoped--a bare breast. He felt the gentle outline of her ribcage then the smooth, firm side of her belly. When he reached the sloping curve of her naked hip, she caught his hand in hers and gently removed it. He blushed slightly. Some things were apparently still off limits. "Nak ha lo," she said firmly, her voice steadier now. He wondered if she was smiling or glaring at him with outright hostility. He didn't like not being able to see her face, though he was glad that she was sitting more on his stomach now and not his lap. If she'd been sitting lower, she might have felt a certain part of his own anatomy poking her in a sensitive area. He was embarrassed, but there was something so sensual about having to blindly explore each other with their hands. She could have green skin and snake eyes for all he knew, but he only could 'see' what he touched. And so far he thought she looked pretty damn good. A sudden thought struck him. Playing a blind game of doctor was fun, but what should he do next? This wasn't a dream, it was real. That is, unless he'd gone totally nuts. He felt like he'd been thrust into the middle of an X-Files episode. He let go of her other hand, and tried to use his senses to tell what she was doing. She flinched and caught his hand again almost as if she were steadying herself. She really is blind, he thought. It must be like sitting in some kind of void. He suddenly felt sorry for her. It seemed doubtful that she was here by choice. He caught her other hand and meshed his fingers with hers. She squeezed his hands tightly and murmured something in a fearful voice. Chaz didn't have the first clue about what to do next, but holding her hands seemed to be somewhat comforting, both to her and him. He supposed he should alert his uncle at some point, even though he wasn't completely sure that any of this was real. Real or not, her fingers began to tremble as if she was cold. He decided to try and find her some clothes. After all she did seem to be his guest, and she might be staying for a while. He forced that last thought out of his head. "Okay, I'm going to get up," he said, feeling a little dumb talking when he knew she didn't understand him. He could only hope that his voice was reassuring. Chaz sat up slowly and swung his legs off the bed. Her hands remained locked on his, squeezing him almost painfully tight. He stood and pulled gently until he felt her crawl to the edge and stand up hesitantly in front of him. "Jatah eh la?" She asked, her voice sounding uncertain. "I'm going to get you some clothes, okay?" He managed to wrench one hand free and flip on the light. He half expected to see her as the room lit up, but there was still nothing. The blanket was ruffled but unmarked, thankfully free of ectoplasm or any other unpleasantness. Chaz guided her slowly to the closet, marveling at how much she was trusting him. But then again, he realized, what choice did she have? He was her lifeline, her eyes. He suddenly felt cold himself. What if she was really trapped here? How would his uncle react? What the hell would they do with an invisible girl who was stuck in a world that was just as invisible to her? He didn't want to think about that right now. Clothes, he told himself, focusing his mind, just get clothes. Worry about the rest later. Besides, he thought, maybe this was just a dream after all. He brought her hands to his shoulders and she rested them there as he opened the closet and peered inside. He wasn't the type of guy that kept a supply of women's clothes handy, so he figured she'd have to settle with whatever would fit. He found a clean white sweater that he normally used to go jogging in and set it on the floor, thinking that she'd probably like something to wear under it. He almost laughed at himself. Twenty two years old and playing dress-up. He got out the cleanest tshirt he could find and rounded up a pair of blue sweats. That would have to do for now. "Here," he said handing her the shirt. She fumbled with it for a moment, the garment seeming to move around in the air by itself. She quickly got the idea and pulled it over her head and down around her waist. Chaz watched this in fascination. It gave her a visible shape for the first time, and he found his eyes stuck on two shapes in particular, both round and rather perky. He tore his gaze away and mentally kicked himself as he handed her the sweats. She held on to him for balance and he tried not to look as she stepped into the sweatpants and pulled them up. It wasn't like he could actually see anything, but he still felt it was impolite. He handed her the sweater and soon she looked like a ghost ready to go for a midnight run. Okay, she was dressed. What next? His thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected hug from the jogging outfit. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, and he felt her chin come to rest on his shoulder. "Enuho ah," she said emotionally in his ear, and he was pretty sure that meant 'thank you.' He awkwardly returned the hug. She seemed tall, probably as tall as him. He wondered how old she was. He had the impression that she was somewhere close to his age, but there was really no way of knowing. She hadn't felt old and wrinkly, though, that much he knew. She gave him a little squeeze then let go and took his hand again. Okay, what was next on the invisible girl's agenda? He suddenly realized that he had to take a leak. That was as good a place as any to start. He began to take her down the hall, then stopped as a better idea hit him. He led her back to the bed and put his hand over hers and guided it to the sheets, tracing the outside of the mattress and showing her where it joined with the wall. She seemed to catch on, feeling around on it until she had scoped out the bed's dimensions. Watching the jogging suit crawling around on the covers, Chaz got a pretty good idea of her dimensions as well. He realized he was staring and blushed. It wasn't like she was going to notice him staring at her butt, but he was still embarrassed. He took her hand again and placed it on the wall that led down the hall to the bathroom. She followed it, feeling along tentatively as he escorted her through the door and around the various obstacles in her way. Once in the bathroom he showed her where the faucet was, and she turned it on and off, appearing to be somewhat familiar with the concept of 'sink'. Then it was time for the real test. He guided her hand to the toilet tank, and she did a thorough examination of it, touching the seat; the little handle; the roll of toilet paper on the wall next to it; doing her homework before she reached her conclusion. "Foyatan," she declared, and flushed it with a laugh. Thank God, Chaz thought, there's that problem solved. He led her back along the wall to the bed, unsure of were to proceed next. Maybe she's hungry, or thirsty, or... She suddenly climbed onto the bed, her inbound terminal to this universe. Chaz watched as impressions formed on the pillow and blanket where her head and feet would be. The jogging suit curled up with a sigh. Or maybe she's just plain tired. The excitement of her arrival had mostly worn off, and with a sudden yawn he realized that he was rather exhausted himself. He returned to the bathroom to take a leak then stood by the bed for a moment, watching the front of the sweater rise and fall slowly with her breathing. All right, Chaz, he thought to himself as he turned off the light and climbed in next to her. When you wake up, you'll see that all of this was a dream. Just a wacked out, trippy figment of your imagination. The girl scooted in closer, her knees brushing his thigh. She found his arm and took hold of it like she was afraid that he might disappear and leave her alone. Chaz covered her hand with his and found himself hoping that it wasn't just a dream after all. * * * Chaz woke up in the dim bedroom with a pale square of morning sunlight streaming down on him through the curtains. He blinked groggily as he rose up to his elbows and looked around. He was alone. Man, what a crazy dream, he thought, sleepily running his fingers through his tousled hair. I gotta stop eating Cheetos right before I go to bed. A sudden flushing sound came from down the hall and he froze. Maybe it was just his uncle, he rationalized, but why would he use the upstairs bathroom when his own was downstairs? He got up and slowly approached the bathroom door, hoping to God he wasn't going crazy. Just before he reached it, it opened. An empty white sweater and blue pair of sweats stood uncertainly in the doorway. "Nan ai lo?" She asked, a hollow white sleeve reaching out and searching the air, seeming to sense that he was somewhere nearby. "Here," he said feeling for the hand at the end of the sleeve. It was cool and damp. Well, he thought, at least she washes her hands. "Ai nan," she commented, squeezing his hand gently. "Yep," he agreed. He went into the bathroom and reached into the medicine cabinet for his toothbrush. She stuck to him like glue, holding onto his waist from behind and resting her chin on his shoulder almost affectionately. He didn't mind it at all, but she was distracting him somewhat from his thoughts. Thoughts like: where did she come from? What was she doing here? What was he supposed to do with her?" A few rather naughty possibilities concerning that popped into his head, but they weren't very helpful at the moment. He brushed his teeth slowly, trying to think. Okay, he would take her to his uncle. If his uncle freaked out and maybe had a heart attack, Chaz would know that she was real. If he just stood there calmly and gave him a strange look, Chaz would know that it was time to check himself into the loony bin. He led her down the creaky steps carefully, letting her feel her way down. They made it without incident but his uncle was nowhere to be found. There was a note on the refrigerator that said he had gone to Deadwood and would likely be there all day. Chaz had a growing suspicion that his uncle had somehow known about this and set him up in that room on purpose, but how or why, he had no idea. It looked like he was going to have to deal with this situation on his own, at least for now. First he needed a way to talk to her. That was likely going to be a problem, as he doubted that her language was one that they had a quick-and-easy audio course for. He would just have to try to learn it, or teach her English. Or both. There was also her vision problem and the secondary difficulty of her being invisible. He already had a few ideas worth trying, but they were pretty hit-and-miss. If all else failed he supposed he would have to take her to a doctor or something. Deciding to try and kill two birds with one stone, he took her on a tour of the house. He pointed out furniture and objects, had her examine them, then told her its name. "Chair," he told her. "Kanha," she told him. It was a start, anyway. "Kan-ha," he repeated back to her. "Chi-ar," she responded. Close enough. He repeated both his word and hers a few times, and she did the same. He repeated this process for all the major items and features of the house, and she seemed to get the hang of it quickly. Breakfast time. He sat her down at the kitchen table and browsed the cupboards. It looked like the only option available was Fruity Sugar Puffs, a name that had always struck him as being rather fruity itself. He got out the box, two bowls, two glasses, a carton of milk and one of orange juice from the fridge. He set them all on the table and sat down next to her. "Bowl," he said, letting her explore it with her fingers. "Bowl," she repeated. "Glass." He pressed one into her hands. She stiffened for a moment. "Eha?" "Glass," he said again, a bit puzzled. After a moment she giggled, seeming to feel the inside of the short blue glass. "What's so funny?" he asked, feeling left out. She giggled again and set the glass down on the table, then found his hand and guided it under the table and between her thighs. "Glas," she said, touching his hand lightly to the crotch of her sweats before guiding it back up on the table. He felt his face go red. Apparently he'd just stumbled on his first Dimension X naughty word. "Cup," he offered. "Cup," she repeated, seeming to find the word more agreeable. He poured her a bowl of cereal, and she stuck her finger in the bowl and tasted it, the milky outline of her fingertip seeming to dissolve in her mouth. "You like?" he asked. Then an idea formed in his head. He got up and grabbed a few things from the kitchen; spoons, napkins, and two aspirins. He took her hand in his and guided her to pick up a spoon. After getting a spoonful of cereal, he brought it to his mouth, managing not to spill too much of it. "Mmm," he said, crunching on the cereal and rubbing her hand over his stomach. She giggled. She seemed to be giggling too much to be very old, but he found it endearing. "Like." Then he let her feel one of the aspirins before he popped it in his mouth and chewed it, nearly choking on the bitter taste. "Ugh," he said. "Not like." He almost laughed at himself. He sounded like a caveman, but this was important. Now it was her turn. He pressed a spoon into her hand, and watched as she took a mouthful of cereal and chewed it thoughtfully, then swallowed. Watching her eat was both disgusting and fascinating at the same time. The milky fruit colored bits of cereal were ground up into a soupy mush and gathered at the back of her mouth before dropping quickly down her throat. "Like, or not like?" He asked, hoping that she'd get the idea. She smacked her lips for a moment. "Like," she said. Good, but she could just have been imitating him. He crushed the other aspirin on his spoon and guided it up to her mouth. She seemed to hesitate, then some of the powder lifted off as she tasted it. "Ack," she said, not sounding too thrilled. "Like or not like?" "Not like." Cool. He poured some orange juice into her glas... no, her cup. She lifted it hesitantly and took a sip, the orange liquid swishing around in her mouth for a moment before being swallowed. "Like," she said. He patted her on the hand. Her spoon hovered over her bowl, and he realized that she was probably hungry. Enough lessons for now, he thought. Let the poor girl eat. "Go ahead," he told her then took a bite of his own cereal. She dug in and ate quickly, the cereal disappearing down the neck of her sweater at a surprisingly fast pace. She wasn't just hungry, she was starving. He poured more juice for her, and when her bowl was empty he decided to teach her something else. "More?" he asked, rattling the cereal box. "More?" she repeated uncertainly. He took her hand and dumped a little cereal into his bowl to demonstrate. He held it close to her bowl. "More," she said, then giggled and squeezed his hand as he refilled her bowl. She continued eating quickly and Chaz began to wonder if she was her dimension's version of a hyperactive teenager. He was somewhat glad that the sweater was hiding her stomach, as he knew enough about the digestive process already. He did wonder if food she ate would disappear after a while. He supposed that he could check, but she might get the wrong impression if he started lifting up her shirt, invisible or not. After her third bowl of cereal and second cup of juice she seemed satisfied. Chaz cleaned up the dishes as she clung to his arm in the kitchen. He was going to have to leave her for a little while in order to get some stuff that might help their situation, but he didn't know how she'd react to his absence. He took her back upstairs and sat her down on the bed, as that was probably the place most familiar to her. He suddenly realized that she was the first female to share a meal with him in several months, and the first one to share a bed with him in more than a year. So much for my non-existent social life, he thought. He had a feeling that the boring part of his vacation was pretty much over. A thought suddenly struck him. He had wished for something exciting to happen, and what was the saying? Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it? "I'll be back in a little while," he said, trying to reassure her. He patted her head. "Don't worry, okay?" She squeezed his hand tightly before he pulled away and headed for the bedroom door. "Merah," she said softly. He turned to see that she had laid down on her side and was hugging a pillow to her chest. If that meant hurry, he would definitely do his best. Chaz took his uncles old beat-up VW and headed to the nearest city. He was gone for almost three hours, much longer than he wanted to be. The stores had been spread out and he'd had trouble deciding what exactly she might need. Clothes weren't too much of a problem. She needed shoes, but he had no idea what her size was. Hell, he didn't even know her name. He settled on getting a few pairs of underwear, guessing liberally at her waist size. He felt rather self-conscious as he brought the three pairs of white cotton panties up to the register. But the middle-aged woman behind the counter only smiled cordially as she rang them up. He returned home with panties, groceries, and two items from a novelty store. One was a black-light lamp, and the other was a small assortment of flavored body-paints. He didn't really expect the black light to work, but for twenty bucks it didn't hurt to try. And the body paint? Well, he was just going to have to play that by ear. Chaz walked up the stairs and entered the hall. There was a thump as the bedroom door swung open, seemingly by itself. "Lak ah te?" He voice was quiet and uncertain like she was asking who it was. "I'm back," he called, heading for the bedroom. "It's okay." She met him in the doorway and hugged him tightly, burying her head in his chest. "Not like," she murmured tearfully. Chaz felt awful. She must have been wondering all this time whether or not he'd abandoned her. He hugged her, stroking her unseen hair soothingly. He was starting to feel like her big brother or something. After a moment he disengaged himself and took her back down to the kitchen to put the groceries away. She was getting better at navigating the stairs, and once in the kitchen she began exploring the cupboards. After a moment he heard a crunch as she got into the bag of cookies he'd just put away. One floated toward him at the end of the sweater's sleeve. "More?" she offered. "Sure," he smiled, taking it as she leaned against the counter and began devouring the rest. Half the bag was gone by the time he had the groceries put away. He took it away from her gently, wondering if she ate this much all the time, and if so, how she wasn't fat. If she wasn't so tall he'd think she was an adolescent. But then again, maybe they grew faster wherever she was from. That reminded him. Introductions were long overdue. Taking both her hands in his, he put them on his chest. "Chaz," he said. "Shas?" She asked, sounding confused. He brought her hands to the sides of his head, then moved them down over the outside of his shoulders and down his chest toward his legs, encompassing all of him. "Chaz," he said again. "Ch-ahz," she repeated, then squeezed his shoulder, seeming to understand. "Chaz." She pulled his hands to her chest and placed them right above the swell of her breasts. "Kehanee." "Key-hah-nee," he repeated. Kehanee. He liked that. Just then her stomach gave a loud rumble and she giggled and hugged his arm. Jesus, he thought, she's an eating machine. He was a little hungry himself so he made them each a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, then made an extra one just in case. Kehanee wolfed down her sandwich before he'd finished half of his own, then sucked the jelly off her fingers. Even though he couldn't see her mouth, it was still sexy. "More?" He asked. She seemed to consider for a moment. "More." Maybe she was booted out of her own universe because she eats so much, he thought with a grin. He gave her the extra sandwich, which she ate a bit slower than the first. Now he could imagine how his parents had felt when he'd been a teenager. He marveled at the way she'd learned to feel around carefully without knocking over anything. Maybe she could see the general shape of things, but not the details. He decided to take her outside and see how she reacted. When they were done eating he led her to the front door and down the aging wooden steps of the porch. He paused once they were in the sunlight, watching her as she seemed to look around. She was still holding his hand tightly so he guessed that she probably couldn't see much, but as he looked down on the ground he noticed something very interesting. She had a shadow. It wasn't exactly normal; where the dark shadows of her clothes ended, the lighter reddish shadows of her head, feet and hands appeared; looking like the sunlight was being filtered through stained glass. Weird. He was going to have to take her to a doctor, or maybe a scientist at a university. Letting go of his hand, Kehanee pulled off her sweatshirt and wrapped it around her waist. She took a deep breath then bent to feel the grass at her feet. "Tualak! She exclaimed. "Grass," he told her. "Grass," she echoed. "Tualak." "Tualak," he repeated, then squeezed her hand. He was starting to enjoy this. She seemed to like being outside so he sat with her on the porch steps for a while before getting up and leading her back into the house. He still had the blacklight to try out. He plugged it into the outlet in the bathroom, which didn't have any windows and was practically pitch dark with the door shut and the light off. He brought her in and closed the door, then switched it on. He squinted at her in the eerie blue-black radiance, seeming to be able to see something, a shadow maybe. She let go of him and raised her hand up to her face, and it took Chaz a moment to realize that he could actually see it. Well, he couldn't exactly see where it was, so much as where it wasn't. Her skin seemed to be absorbing all of the light, leaving an inky black nothingness where her body was. He looked at the outline of her head and neck, unable to see her features but happy to be able to see something. She reached out and touched his face, with none of the tentative hesitation of before. She could see him too, then, at least a little. Kehanee laughed happily and Chaz couldn't keep from grinning himself. This might not be much, but it was a start. She put her arms around his neck and stood in front of him, her face perfectly level with his. Attack of the Six-Foot Tall Teenager from Dimension X, he thought. "Na hatu ah," she whispered. "Enuho." He didn't know what it meant, but something about the way she said it sent a warm shiver down his spine. Suddenly Chaz put his arms around her waist and kissed her, feeling her body stiffen with surprise. He was almost as surprised as she was. He immediately pulled away, their lips coming apart with a soft smacking sound. Kehanee was standing very still, almost like she was frozen. He could feel that her breathing was a little faster than before. "Like, or not like?" he asked, feeling like he had to say something. He'd given in to the impulse to kiss her before he'd even known it was there. She barely hesitated before answering. "Like," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "More?" He felt his face grow hot. "Uh, sure." He touched his mouth to hers again and felt her lips pressing back against his as he kissed her tenderly. She seemed even more tentative than he was, and he wondered if she'd ever done this before. Make that Attack of the Six-Foot tall Virgin from Dimension X? Maybe. He'd definitely like to find out, but he was going to leave that up to her, and also up to evolution. There was no real guarantee that their plumbing was even compatible. He gently slipped his tongue between her lips, hoping that she wouldn't try to eat it. To his relief she began darting her own tongue around it, playing a spirited game of tag. Her tongue was long and quick, but not supernaturally so, and wasn't even forked. He almost felt disappointed. Her hands slid over his back, tracing his spine and shoulders through his shirt. This was quickly becoming one of the hottest kisses he'd ever had. The universal language seemed to be coming through with flying colors. Chaz stopped for a moment to catch his breath. She didn't seem to need a rest. She began kissing all over his face; his cheeks; his nose; his chin; his ears; everything within reach. I'd better be careful, he thought. If she had the same passion for sex as she did for eating, he was a dead man. The black light was starting to hurt his eyes and he thought it was probably about time to relocate anyway. She didn't protest as he switched it off and led her into the bedroom. He kissed her again for a moment, then sat on the bed and waited to see what she would do. He didn't have to wait long. She giggled and pounced on him playfully, pushing him back on the bed and straddling him in much the same position she'd landed in the previous night. Kehanee stroked his face affectionately and nuzzled his neck, her soft breasts rubbing against his chest. His hands roved over her backside, cupping and squeezing her firm ass. She moaned softly and pushed her butt against his hands. His erection felt like a hot bar of iron in his pants, and he groaned as she began slowly rubbing herself against him. Her body felt incredibly good. He caught the hem of her shirt and slid it up, and she raised her arms so that he could take it completely off. Once her shirt was safely on the floor he ran his fingers over her invisible shoulders and moved down until he found her breasts. They were soft and warm and fit perfectly in his hands. He hefted and squeezed them firmly as she arched her back and sighed. Chaz found it very strange to be fondling someone he couldn't see, but it seemed to add a whole new level of excitement instead of detracting from it. Everything was a mystery. Everything was a sensation. The touch of her skin; the sound of her breathing; the smell of her body. He took her by the shoulders and pulled her down towards his face, feeling a nipple brush softly against his cheek. He found it with his lips and sucked it into his mouth, hearing her gasp sharply as he did. She kissed the top of his head and ran her fingers through his hair as he sucked on her tits, first one, then the other. The air where her nipples were glistened faintly with his saliva. He slid his hands beneath her sweats and kneaded her bare butt, relishing the feel of her smooth skin. He felt her hands slip down to his waist and fumble with his belt. He helped her with it and she began unbuttoning his jeans with trembling fingers. He rubbed his hands over her curvy hips, passing down beyond where she had stopped him the night before. Chaz squeezed her supple thighs and silently thanked whatever force in the universe that had given her to him. She had pulled his fly open and he could feel her tracing the bulge in his underwear with her fingertips. He slid a hand back up to her stomach, then slid it slowly down toward her 'glas'. He felt the gentle rise of her mound as his fingers slid into her thin patch of short-and-curlies. Her pubic hair was soft and fine, and he could feel a humid warmth radiating up from between her legs. Exploring further, he felt his middle finger touch the upper part of her vulva, rubbing gently over the moist folds of delicate skin. "An mah," she gasped. "Like?" he asked, his voice sounding heavy. "Like." She pushed herself against his fingers, her body seeming to tremble slightly. Her labia were swollen and smooth, and she moaned as he stroked them with his fingers. Now for the final test. He slid his index finger up along her opening and began slowly pushing it in, feeling her vagina contract around it. She felt very tight and very wet. More importantly he felt no teeth or any other nasty strangeness inside her. He gently pulled his finger out and on an impulse brought it to his mouth. She tasted salty-sweet and musky. Delicious. He was about to go back for more when she pushed her sweats down around her thighs and then yanked them off. Now she was completely naked and completely invisible. Chaz closed his eyes as she pushed him down and kissed him, her hands pulling his jeans and underwear down to his thighs. She sat up and hovered over his lap, and he felt her hand lifting his very erect penis and guiding it as she lowered herself down. The sensation of sliding into her warm body was incredible. She stopped when he was only a little way into her and he felt a stretchy resistance that seemed to be blocking further progress. Her hymen. He began to reach out to support her when she suddenly dropped her weight down, impaling herself completely on his cock with a pained yelp. He held her by the waist, rubbing her sides comfortingly as she sat still on his lap, her warm body quivering on top of him. He looked down to see his penis standing up, seeming to be surrounded by nothing but air as it twitched with pleasure at being buried within the fleshy confines of her snug pussy. She began moving slightly and he closed his eyes and meshed his fingers with hers as she began to undulate above him. Kehanee whimpered softly, but he couldn't tell whether from pain or pleasure. His own gasps were of pure ecstasy. She slowly increased her tempo, rocking her hips and taking him completely inside her with every movement. Chaz could feel her delicate insides gripping his shaft and he was surprised that he was holding on so long. He'd expected to come almost immediately, but the strangeness of his invisible lover seemed to distract him somewhat. He soon lost track of time completely, only aware of her body moving against his. Then with a sudden, violent shudder she fell forward against him, her tits pressing firmly against his chest as her moaning breaths warmed his ear. He held her as she came, feeling his own orgasm building quickly as her vagina fluttered and squeezed around his cock. In a a few moments his hips twitched upward as he came powerfully into her shivering body, his vision blurring and senses fading until he was only aware of her weight on top of him and the explosive sensations coursing through his body. It was one of the best orgasms of his life, and he could only shudder and hug her tightly against him until it was over. "Like," she panted breathily in his ear. "Like, or no like?" "Oh God," he moaned. "Like. Like *much*." She giggled softly. "More?" "Sure, just give me a minute," he said squeezing her affectionately and kissing her invisible yet sweaty forehead. "Sure," she echoed. She contracted her muscles around his penis, giggling as he responded with a gasp. She was dangerous after all, he thought, but not because she was alien or violent. She was going to kill him with sex. They lay there for a few minutes, his dick staying quite firm inside her as she kept squeezing it every so often with her talented pussy. He looked down to see a large gob of pearly-white fluid hanging over his penis, some trickling down around it but most staying up in her body. Uh-oh, he thought. Would our kids be invisible, visible, or just transparent? That was assuming they could have kids, she might have different genes or something. He stopped worrying. With the way he felt right now, he'd be happy to raise a litter with this incredible girl whether he could see them or not. He was surprised to find that his penis was again rock hard, and he sat up and rolled her over until he was on top of her. His dick slipped unguided back into her like a heat-seeking missile. She groaned and he felt her wrap her long legs around his hips and begin humping up at him as he thrust into her with long strokes. Before long he brought her to another shuddering orgasm, then a few minutes later he came again himself, seeming to trigger yet another climax in her trembling body as he filled her with sperm for the second time. When he finished he fell limp on top of her, feeling completely drained. She was panting weakly beneath him with her legs still entangled around his. Chaz kept his arms tightly around her, loving the feeling of her naked body as she nestled up against him. After they'd both recovered he took her downstairs and made dinner. Kehanee clung to him playfully as he moved about the kitchen, her hands often resting around his waist or slipping provocatively into his front pockets. It was something he could easily get used to. Shortly after they'd eaten and gone back to his room, she was kissing him and tugging at his pants again. He made love to her once more before falling exhausted into bed. She curled up in his arms, the warmth of her body and the softness of her hair quickly lulling him to sleep. ***************************************************************** Comments Welcome. christian562@gmail.com More at /files/Authors/Christian_Alan/www/ *****************************************************************