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Subject: Invisible Girlfriend (m/f, supernatural)
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This is a story that has been gathering dust on my hard drive for
some time. It contains sexual situations (eventually) and several 
naughty words. If you are under 18 or don't like reading about sex,
go away. Otherwise, feel free to read onward.
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INVISIBLE GIRLFRIEND


	Chaz Michaels lay on the cool sheets of his bed, staring
blankly up into the darkness as he found himself wishing that
something, ANYTHING would happen to relieve the monotony of his
so-called vacation. In California there had been things to do and
interesting people to watch, but here in South Dakota it seemed
that the state pastime was to sit on the porch and watch paint dry.
	Sure, it had sounded good when his uncle had invited him to
stay for the summer, even offering to pay for his airline ticket.
He knew his uncle needed help fixing up his old farm anyway, so
Chaz had agreed, figuring a little travel would do him good
before he went back for his fall semester at college. What he had
overlooked was the fact that his uncle’s farm was more that thirty
miles from anywhere, and the nearest town was really nothing
more than a gas station and a Dairy Queen.
	Even though he had never been an extremely social person,
nearly a month of seeing hardly anyone besides his crotchety old
uncle had left Chaz feeling isolated, and sometimes downright
lonely. His uncle was nice enough, but he was secretive and more
than a little weird. It had been really strange when he’d first
arrived at the large farmhouse after his uncle had picked him up
at the airport. His uncle had led him up the creaky old steps the
second floor and past two perfectly fine empty bedrooms down
to a boarded-up door at the end of the hall.
	"This will be your room, Chaz," his uncle had said prying
off the faded boards with a crowbar. Chaz had stared at him in
confusion. It didn’t look like this room had been opened in fifty
years. 
	"One of the others would be fine," he ventured, looking
down the hall.
	His uncle shook his head. "No, this was your grandfather’s
room when he was a boy. It needs to be lived in again." He
finished pulling the boards off, then opened the door. The room
inside was filthy, choked with cobwebs and dust. It had taken
them the better part of a day just to make it livable.
	Now, lying in the darkness, Chaz wondered for the
hundredth time why his uncle had really wanted him to stay in
this old room. Sentimental reasons? Maybe, but then why had he
left it boarded up all these years? 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
ramble on by themselves until he had no idea where his current
train of thought had come from. He had just started to doze off
when there was a sudden loud booming 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. The lightning flashed more rapidly,
and soon the air was almost constantly filled with the booming of
thunder. He got out of bed and went to the window, feeling the
tiny hairs on his arms tingling from the charged atmosphere. 
	He watched with a slight feeling of apprehension as the sky
was split by dozens of arcing streaks of blue-white energy. The
thunder was nearly deafening. This was one hell of a storm. He
jumped back in surprise as a heavy sheet of rain seemed to
appear out of nowhere and pattering loudly at the windowpane. It
was a deluge. He continued to watch the freakish storm for a few
minutes, then feeling a little chilly, he returned to bed.
	Well, they sure didn’t have many storms like this in LA, he
thought as he pulled the comforter over himself. He listened to
the constant rolling thunder and the insistent pelting of rain on the
window. After a few minutes until the thick comforter, he began
to get too warm, and he peeled it off, then lay back and tried to
concentrate on going to sleep. 
	He felt himself slowly drifting off again when suddenly,
from out of nowhere, something thudded heavily onto his
stomach. Chaz instantly snapped back to awareness, unable to see
anything in the pitch black room. He felt the weight of something
on his lap, then he felt it move, and something flat pressed
against his chest. 
	"Aaaaaah!" He screamed in terror as he lashed out blindly, 
his hands pressing against soft flesh. The thing let out an ear-
splitting shriek that froze his blood as he Chaz grappled blindly
with it in a state of near panic. He thought for a moment that 
somehow a large 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 a somehow feminine way with its efforts.
	Chaz managed to grab the other wrist--supposing that this
thing didn’t have more than two, anything seemed possible after
the way it had dropped on him out of thin air--and managed to
hold it there as it struggled on top of him.  The lightning seemed
to have stopped, and it was so dark in the room that he still
couldn’t see a thing. He could feel its weight on his lower
stomach and its legs alongside his hips, the position that it
seemed to have landed in.  
	After a few moments the thing’s attempts to break free from
his grip became weaker, then more and more feeble as it seemed
to tire itself out.  Finally, it, stopped, and sat shuddering on his
stomach, making a noise that sounded very much like a woman
sobbing.
	Still quite freaked out 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 night stand, and after fumbling with
it for a long moment, he managed to switch it on.  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 almost calmly, though he
was very near panicking. He had a sudden urge to throw it off,
jump up, and run as fast and as far away as he could.
	Instead, he 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.  It had elbows.
Human, at least so far.
	It struggled weakly for a moment as his fingers moved over
the curve of a naked shoulder. 
	"Volat," it moaned in a low, frightened-sounding female
voice.  "Volat 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’ve been, then moving up along it until his finger brushed
though strands of silky 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 get
the gist of it.  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 anyway, 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 unusual.  He ran through a checklist.  Nose, right where it

should be; tightly-closed eyes complete with lashes; eyebrows;
smooth forehead; two ears; long bangs framing her face and hair
falling to just above her shoulders.  So far, so good.
	"An la."  She said pleadingly, 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.
	"Jaloka iye?"  She asked in a quavering voice.  "Jaloka mok
nayun?"
	Chaz wished he knew what the fuck she was saying, but at
least one thing was clear.  She was as scared as he was.
	Under different circumstances, the fact that there was a
woman sitting on top on him in his bed would be like a dream
come true.  But with the shock and terror of her bizarre arrival
still fresh in his mind, he could think of little else besides the fact
that she had somehow appeared above him, unannounced,
invisible, speaking a weird language, and maybe or maybe not
being really 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
realized that she was feeling along blindly in the same way that
he had.  She couldn’t see me 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 thing on that old Outer Limits episode.  To him,
though, she seemed very much three dimensional, 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 outline
of her ribcage, then the soft but firm side of her belly.  Good
thing she’s not fat, he thought with a slight smile, or she might’ve
killed me falling on my gut like that.  When he reached the
sloping curve of her naked hip, she caught his hand in hers and
gently removed it.  He blushed slightly.  No reaching under the
rug, I guess.
	"Nak ha lon," she said, 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 expressions,
though he was glad that she was sitting on his stomach and not
his lap.  If she had been, she’d have felt his own tentacle
beginning to stretch.  
	He felt embarrassed, but there was something so sensual
about having to blindly explore each other with their hands.  She
could have green skin and yellow 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 Touch was fun, but
what should he do now?  This isn’t some wet dream, he reminded
himself, this is real.  Real, maybe, though he felt like he was
suddenly in an episode of The X-Files.  
	He let go of her other hand, and tried to use his other 
senses to tell what she was doing.  She flinched and caught his hand
again, almost as if she was 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 was
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 a clue as to what to do next, though
holding her hands seemed to be somewhat comforting, both to
her and him. He supposed he should tell his uncle, though he
couldn’t quite believe this himself, and he wasn’t totally
convinced that he wasn’t imagining it all. 
	Her fingers were trembling, and he wondered if she was
cold. It *was* chilly in the room.  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.   But, he hoped
that his voice was reassuring, and she did seem to be able to hear
him.  He sat up slowly, having to push her back in order to swing
his legs off the bed.  Her hands shook, locked onto his almost
painfully tight.  He stood, and pulled gently until she crawled to
the edge and stood hesitantly in front of him.
	"Jaloka et nan?"  She asked uncertainly.
	"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.
	He guided her slowly to the closet, marveling at how much
she was trusting him.  Then again, 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,
this is probably just a dream anyway.
	He placed her hands on 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
mercifully clean white sweater that he 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.  Look at me,
twenty two years old and playing dress-up.
	He got out the cleanest T-shirt he could find and also a pair
of gray 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, full, and well, 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 them and pulled them up.  It wasn’t like
he could see anything, but he still felt that it was impolite.  He
handed her the sweater next, and soon she looked like a ghost
ready to go for a midnight jog.
	Okay, she’s dressed.  What next?  His thoughts were
interrupted by an unexpected hug from the jogging outfit.  She
wrapped her arms around him tightly and rested her chin on his
shoulder.
	"Ilatu nai,"  She said emotionally in his ear, and he was
pretty sure that meant 'Thank you.'  He hugged her back
awkwardly.  She was tall, probably as tall as him, and he
wondered how old she was.  He had the impression that she was
fairly young, but there was really no way of knowing.  She hadn’t
been wrinkly, though, that much he knew.
	She gave him a little squeeze, then let go and took his hand
again.  Okay, what’s next on the Invisible girl’s agenda?  he
pondered.  He realized that he had to take a leak, then decided
that was a good place to start.
	He started to lead her down the hall to the bathroom, but
then stopped as a better idea hit him.  He lead her back to the
bed, then 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
slapped himself as he realized that he was staring, and he took
her hand again and placed it on the wall that would lead her down
the hall to the bathroom.  She felt along the wall tentatively as he
guided her hand to show her where the obstacles were.
	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--and 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.  
	Okay, maybe she’s just plain old tired.  With a yawn, he
realized that he was as well.  He returned to the bathroom to take
a leak, then stood by the bed for a moment, watching the sweater
rise and fall slightly 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.  She moved closer, her knees brushing his
thigh and her hand coming to rest on his chest, like she was afraid
of him disappearing and leaving her alone.  Chaz covered her
hand with his, finding himself hoping as he drowsed off that this
might not be 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 brown hair.  I gotta stop eating
Cheetos before I go to bed.
	A sudden flushing sound came from down the hall.  He
froze.  Maybe that was just his uncle, he rationalized, but why
would he use the bathroom upstairs when his own was
downstairs?
	He slowly got up and approached the bathroom door,
hoping to God he wasn’t going crazy.  Just before he reached it,
it opened.  An empty white sweater and gray pair of sweats stood
uncertainly in the doorway.
	"Nan ai lok?"  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, at least she washes her hands. 
	"Lok 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 distracted him somewhat from his thoughts.  Thoughts
like: Where did she come from?  What is she doing here?  What
the fuck am I supposed to do with her?  A few ideas 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 heard attack, Chaz would know that she was
real. If he just stood there calmly and gave him a strange look,
Chaz would know that he had gone completely bonkers.
	He led her down the creaky steps carefully, letting her feel
her way down. They made it without incident, but his uncle was
not to be found. There was a note on the refrigerator that said he
had gone to Deadwood and would likely be gone all day. Chaz
had the sudden suspicion that his uncle somehow knew about
this, and had set him up in that room on purpose. But how or
why, he had no idea.
	Okay, it looked like he was going to have to deal with this
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 mail order
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 he admitted 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. 
	"Jalka," she told him.  It was a start, anyway.
	"Jal-ka," he repeated back to her.
	"Chi-ar," she responded.  Close enough.  He repeated 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 be picking it up quickly.
	Breakfast time.  He sat her down in a jalka at the kitchen
table and browsed the cupboards.  It looked like the only option
available was Fruity Sugar Puffs, a very queer-sounding but tasty
cereal.  He got out the box, two bowls, two cups, and 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.
	"Cup."  He pressed one into her hands.  She stiffened for a
moment.
	"Ekah?"
	"Cup," 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 cup down on the table, then turned her chair out a
little so that she was facing him.  She reached down, her white
cotton sleeve aiming between her thighs.
	"Cup," she said, the front of her sweats flattening a bit as
she briefly patted her crotch. 
	He felt his face go red.  Apparently, he’d just stumbled on
his first extra-dimensional naughty word.  He supposed that it did
make some sense, after all, you could hold a cup, rub a cup, you
could even sorta drink from one... he quickly shook his head
clear from those thoughts.
	"Glass," he offered.
	"Glass," she repeated, seeming to be more comfortable with
that.
	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, salt,
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 was 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 tapped out some salt into her palm and guided it up to
her mouth.  She seemed to hesitate, then the crystals lifted off as
she licked them.
	"Ack," she said, not sounding too thrilled.
	"Like or not like?"
	"Not like."  Cool.
	He brushed the salt out of her hand and poured some orange
juice into her c.. no, glass.  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 right away and ate quickly, the cereal disappearing
down the neck of her sweater at surprisingly fast pace.  She
wasn’t just hungry, she was starving.  He poured more orange
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 Dimension X’s version of a 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 glass 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
more than three months; the first to sit on his bed on almost five,
and the first to occupy it in more than a year.  So much for my
non-existent social life, he thought.  And I somehow have a
feeling that the rest of this vacation’s not going to be quite as
boring.  A thought suddenly struck him. He had wanted
something exciting to happen. What did they say? Be careful
what you wish for, you might get it?
	"I’ll be back in a little while," he said, hopefully reassuring
her.  He patted her head. "Don’t worry, okay?"  She squeezed his
hand tightly before he pulled it away and headed for the bedroom
door.  
	"Maho et," 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.
	Taking the old beat-up VW, he headed to the nearest city.
He was gone for almost two hours, much longer than he wanted
to be. The stores had been so spread out, and he had trouble
deciding if there were any essentials that she needed.  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, which hadn’t been very big, maybe a
24.  He felt 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 thirty 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.
	"Ilak ayte?" 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." 
In the doorway, she hastily stumbled into him 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 back,
stroking her unseen hair soothingly.  He was starting to feel like
her big brother.
	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 and munching on it as she leaned
against the counter and began devouring them.  By the time he
had the groceries put away, half the bag was gone.  He took it
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.
	"Chas?"  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-az," she repeated, then squeezed his shoulder, seeming
to understand.  "Chaz."  She brought his hands to her chest, just 
above the swell of her breasts.
	"Ky-lee."
	"Kylee," he repeated.  Kylee.  He liked that.  Just then her
stomach rumbled, 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 both a peanut butter and jelly
sandwich, then made another, just in case.
	Kylee wolfed down her sandwich before he’d finished half
of his, then sucked the jelly of her fingers.  Even though he
couldn’t see her mouth, it was still sexy, though he’d avoided
watching her as she ate.
	"More?"  He asked.
	She seemed to consider for a moment, then decided. 
"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 parent’s had felt when he was 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 door.  She
paused just outside, seeming to look around.  She was still
holding his hand tightly, so he guessed that she probably couldn’t
see much better, but looking down on the ground, he himself saw
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 thick panes of 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, she 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, laughing.
	"Grass," he told her.
	"Grass," she echoed.  "Tualak."
	"Tualak," he repeated, then squeezed her hand.  He was
starting to like this.
	She seemed to like being outside, so he sat with her on the
edge of the porch for a while before getting up and leading her
back inside.  He still had the black light to try out.
	He plugged it in to 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, so that there was
an inky black nothing where her body was.
	He looked at the outline of her head and neck, unable to see
her features, but happy enough 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.
	She 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.
	"Ilatu nai," she whispered. "Selev oh nai."
	Suddenly feeling warm, he put his arms around her waist
and kissed her gently, feeling her body stiffen with surprise.  He
was almost as surprised as she was.  He pulled away after a
moment, their lips making a soft smacking sound as they came
apart.  She was standing very still, almost like she was frozen.
He could hear her breathing a little faster than before.
	"Like, or not like?" he asked quietly, feeling like he had to
sat something.  He’d given in to the impulse to kiss her before he
even knew it had been there.  She barely hesitated before
answering.  
	"Like," she said, her voice barely a whisper.  "More?"
	He felt his face grow hot.  "Uh, sure."  He touched his
mouth to hers again, feeling her lips press 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 like to find out, but he was going to leave that up to her,
and also up to evolution.  There was no guarantee that their
plumbing was even compatible.
	He gently slipped his tongue into her mouth, hoping that she
was still full from lunch.  To his relief, she made no attempt to
eat it.  Instead, she began darting her own tongue around it,
playing a spirited game of tag between each other’s mouths.  Her
tongue was long and quick, but not supernaturally so, and wasn’t
even forked. He was surprised to find that he was a little
disappointed.
	Her hands slid over his back, tracing his spine and shoulder
blades through his shirt.  This was fast becoming one of the
hottest kisses he’d ever had.  The Universal Language seemed to
be coming through with flying colors.  Talk about a blind date,
he thought.
	Chaz stopped for a moment and came up for air.  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 showed the same passion for
sex as she does for eating, he was a dead man.
	The black light was starting to hurt his eyes, and he thought
it was probably time to relocate anyway.  She didn’t protest as he
switched it off, then led her back out 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, as she
giggled and pounced on him playfully, pushing him back on the
bed and straddling him in much the same position she had landed
in the previous night.
	She stroked his face lovingly and nuzzled his neck, her soft
breasts rubbing against his chest.  His hands roved over her
backside, cupping and squeezing the firm cheeks of her ass.  She
moaned and started grinding her pelvis against his, his very
sensitive and very erect penis sliding between her thighs as she
dry-humped him.  The sheer horniness of her behavior was
almost scary, but it was also getting him hotter and harder than
he’d ever been before.  He stripped her shirt off over her head
and discarded it, then felt down her invisible shoulders until he
reached her firm, perky tits.  They almost jumped into his hands
as she suddenly arched her back with a shudder, letting out a long
whimpering groan.
	Chaz realized with a shock that she’d just cum on his lap!
Jesus, and they talked about guys having a hair-trigger!  She
panted against his cheek and moaned softly as he began gently
kneading her tits, the nipples already stiff and pressing against his
palms.  So far, she was every bit a human female, albeit an
exceptionally horny one.
	"Neolka,"  she whispered, sounding apologetic.  He
suddenly wondered if her universe was exactly the same as his,
except that the women suffered from premature ejaculation
instead of the men.  It was a strange possibility, but as she began
tugging at his shirt, he realized that he needn’t have worried.  He
helped her pull it off, then sighed as she ran her hands over his
bare chest. He locked his arms around her waist and sat up,
feeling a nipple brush his cheek.  He found it with his lips and
sucked it into his mouth, making her groan softly.  She kissed the
top of his head and ran her fingers through his hair, gasping as he
suckled at her breasts, first one, then the other.
	The air were her nipples were glistened faintly with his
saliva.  The fact that she was invisible seemed to add a whole
new level of arousal instead of detracting from it.  Everything
was a mystery, everything was a sensation; the feel of her soft,
smooth skin; the sound of her breathing; the natural, fragrant
smell of her body; the cool, sweet taste of her flesh.
	He slid his hands beneath her sweats and kneaded her bare
butt, relishing the texture of her velvety skin.  He felt her hands at
his waist, fumbling with his belt.  He helped her with it, and she
began unbuttoning his jeans.  He rubbed his hands over her curvy
hips, passing beyond where she had stopped him last night and
sliding them down her supple thighs.  Her sweats were pulled
down to about mid-hip, and he imagined that he’d be getting an
eyeful if he could’ve seen her.
	She had his fly open and was tracing the bulge in his
underwear with her gentle fingers.  He slid his hands back up to
her stomach, then placed one against her flat belly and slid it
slowly downward.  He felt the slight, almost chubby rise of her
mound, and his thumb brushed over her thin patch of short-and-
curlies.  Her pubic hair was soft, becoming slightly damp as he
explored further.  Finally, his thumb touched the top of her slit,
rubbing against the small exposed bud of what could only be a
clitoris.  
	Chaz breathed a sigh of relief.  So far, so great.  Her firm,
swollen labia were hot and slick, and she gasped as he slid his
fingers along them, marveling at how wet and steamy she was. 
Now, for the final test.  He placed his index finger against her
opening and began slowly pushing it in, feeling her vagina quiver
around it.  She was tight, and more importantly, had no teeth or
any other nasty strangeness inside her.  She was humping softly
against his finger, and he slowly pulled it out, bringing it to his
mouth to taste her.
	Fresh; 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 gently 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 lift his penis up and guide it as she
lowered herself onto it.
	The sensation of slipping into her warm body was
incredible.  She stopped when he was about halfway into her, and
he felt a stretchy resistance that was 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 penis with a cry of pain.
	He held her by the waist, rubbing her sides comfortingly as
she sat still on his lap, her hot tunnel quivering around his shaft. 
He looked down, seeing his penis standing up, seeming to be
surrounded by nothing but air as it twitched with pleasure at
being buried inside her.  She began moving slightly, and he
closed his eyes and meshed his fingers with hers as she began to
gently ride him.
	She whimpered softly, but he couldn’t tell whether from
pain or pleasure.  His own gasps were of unmistakable ecstasy. 
She steadily increased her tempo, seeming to Chaz to be
releasing all her pent-up energy from eating all day.  Her
bouncing reached an almost frantic pace, and Chaz was surprised
that he was holding out this long.  He had expected to come
almost immediately in her snug and overheated ‘cup’.
	Suddenly, she cried out again, this time in obvious and
intense pleasure as he felt her vagina begin to flutter around his
penis.  She climaxed violently on top of him, her whole body
shaking and shivering to the point where he thought she might be
having a seizure.  It was her first full-on sex orgasm, and it was a
big one.
	As she fell limply on top of him, her tits pressing firmly
against his chest and her moaning breaths warming his ear, his
testicles drew up and he felt his own orgasm begin.  His hips
twitched involuntarily as he climaxed heavily into her motionless
body, his vision blurring and senses fading until he was only
aware of her weight on top of him and the explosive sensations
of his penis expelling his semen deep inside her.  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 whispered breathily in his ear.  "Like, or no
like?"
	"Oh God," he moaned.  "Like. Like much."
	She giggled softly.  "More?"
  	"Sure, in a little while," he said squeezing her affectionately
and kissing her sweaty forehead.
	"Sure," she echoed, tensing her vaginal muscles around his
penis, which was hyper-sensitive after his mind-blowing orgasm. 
He gasped.  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 never quite
softening, as she would clench her talented pussy around it every
so often.  He saw 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 reviving, and as
she started bouncing up and down on top of him again, he got up
and eased her off him, then lowered himself down on her, his
dick sliding unguided back into her like a heat-seeking missile.
	She groaned, wrapping her long legs around him and
humping up at him as he thrust into her with long strokes, quickly
bringing her to another shuddering orgasm, then a few minutes
later, two right after one another.  She collapsed beneath him and
panted weakly, as he slowed, then stopped.   He could wait a
little longer, and he had a feeling he was going to need his
strength.
	Sure enough, after she recovered and they had dinner, Kylee
was tugging at his pants again. He made love to her then, and
once more later that night.  As he fell exhausted into bed, she
crawled over him and began nibbling at his ear.  As much as he
wanted to, he just couldn’t rise to the occasion.  It had been too
much, and too good.  She seemed to understand, and curled up in
his arms, the warmth of her body and the softness of her hair
quickly lulling him into a deep and satisfying sleep.


Subject: "Invisible Girlfriend, Part 2" (m/f, supernatural)
From: DevoSpudC <devospudc@geocities.com>
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Invisible Girlfriend Part 2



     Chaz returned to wakefulness slowly. He detected the soft
glow of daylight through his eyelids, but he kept his eyes
closed as he pondered the strange events of the past two days.
The whole experience was bizarre, yet wonderful at the same 
time. It was like being lost in a dream.
     With a smile he rolled onto his side, opening his eyes 
and reaching out to caress his unusual lover's cheek.  It 
wasn't there.  Neither was she, in fact, either by sight or by
touch.  He felt a moment of panic, but his fears quieted as 
his sleep-muddled brain began to work.
     "She's probably just in the bathroom again," he muttered,
briefly wondering when he'd decided to start talking to 
himself.	 
     He stood and padded off toward the bathroom, pausing only
to pull on a pair of briefs.  The door was open; the bathroom
empty. Not that he could see her anyway if she was still 
naked, he thought, but she usually made *some* noise to give 
her away.
     "Kylee?"  He called, beginning to worry.  He walked 
quickly to the top of the stairs. What if she'd decided to go
exploring and fallen down the steps?  She knew they were 
there, but she could have slipped...
     As Chaz descended, he heard the sound of quiet laughter
coming from the kitchen.  With a wash of relief, he recognized
Kylee's voice, but was puzzled when he heard his uncle's.  
     "Would you like more cereal, my dear?"  
     Chaz rounded the corner to see his uncle Rob and the empty
jogging suit sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a breakfast
of Fruity Puffs and toast.
     "More zereal," Kylee answered brightly. "Sure."
     "Uncle Rob?"  Chaz asked, totally at a loss to explain why
his uncle was acting like having breakfast with an invisible 
girl was the most normal thing in the world to do.
     "It's about time you woke up," his uncle said. "I thought 
you were going to sleep all day."  Chaz saw that a place was
already set for him, and he sat down in confusion.
     "Chas?" An arm of the sweater moved tentatively in his 
direction. He caught her hand and squeezed it warmly, then let
go as he remembered his uncle.
     "Can you please tell me what's going on?" He asked, 
looking his gray-haired uncle in the eyes.  "Did you know she 
was coming?"
     "I suppose so," uncle Rob answered with a shrug. "But I
didn't expect her so soon."
     "You knew about her then?"  Chaz glanced over at where a
mouthful of Fruity Puffs was being busily compacted in midair.
     "Who is she?" He asked, his mind packed with unanswered
questions.  "Where is she from? How the hell did she get here?"
     His uncle leaned back in his chair, unfolding a newspaper
and beginning to read the front page. Just when Chaz was 
certain that he was being ignored, his uncle spoke. 
     "Your great grandfather was a very spiritual man, Chaz.  
The spot where this house stands was once Lakota holy ground,
did you know that?"  Chaz shook his head slowly, his 
imagination sparked.  Was she some kind of ghost?
     "Lakota?" Kylee asked, her voice muffled by a hovering
slice of toast.
     "Yes, my dear, the Lakota." Uncle Rob confirmed.  
     Chaz stared at her, or rather *through* her, wondering 
if she knew that name or had just been repeating it.
     His uncle continued, still reading his paper as if he
were talking about nothing more exciting than what he'd had
for lunch yesterday.  
     "The Lakota had a legend about what they called 'storm
spirits;' unseen beings that would appear during 
thunderstorms and  play tricks on the unwary. Your great-
grandfather was convinced that this legend was true, and he
became obsessed with trying to capture one of these beings."
     Chaz listened attentively, hanging on every word.  He 
was spellbound by his uncle's story, especially since one 
of the main characters was probably sitting next to him at
that very moment.
     "So did he?" Chaz asked, unable to contain his suspense.
     His uncle nodded slowly and took a sip from his coffee 
mug. "It took him twenty years, but he finally caught one."
     "Was it... was he like Kylee?"		
     "Yes, I believe so.  It was also a 'she,' in fact, and
'she' eventually became your great grandmother."
     Chaz stared at his uncle in disbelief. He didn't doubt
his story; how could he when the evidence was sitting right
next to him drinking orange juice?  But he just couldn't 
believe how his uncle could be so calm telling him that his
great grandmother had been an alien or some being from 
another dimension.  
     "Did she eventually turn visible?"
     His uncle shrugged. "I don't know.  I never saw a 
picture of her, and both of them passed away before I was 
born."
     Chaz frowned. That wasn't much help. "What should 
I do now?  She's blind and invisible and probably trapped
here forever."  The fact that she might be stuck there for
good didn't really bother him, but she couldn't be very
happy being in the dark all the time.
     "Well, I know someone that might be able to help," Rob
said, putting his newspaper down and draining the last of 
his coffee.  "He not very easy to get a hold of, though. Why
don't you two get cleaned up after you're done eating, and 
in the meantime I'll see if I can get in touch with him."
   
     The hissing spray of the shower arched down towards 
Chaz's stomach, but he only felt an indirect spattering of 
droplets as the stream was interrupted in midair by an 
invisible set of shoulders.  The cascading water slid down
in tiny rivulets, revealing the glistening outline of a tall
and slender form.  Watching this, he found that he didn’t 
mind in the slightest that his guest was soaking up all the 
hot water.
     "Sho-wer," Kylee told him, tugging happily at his arm.
She’d seemed to have been somewhat puzzled when he had led 
her naked into the bathroom, but once he guided her beneath 
the warm spray, she had giggled excitedly and started 
flicking water at him.  Though he still felt somewhat shy, 
he had opted to strip and join her before he got soaked 
anyway.  He probably needed a shower more than she did, and 
he was also afraid that she might slip and fall, being 
unable to see the limits of the tub.
     "Soap." He pressed the slippery bar to her hand, and 
she felt it for a moment before rubbing the suds along his 
arm.  An idea quickly took shape in his head, and he began 
to lather the soap between his hands.
     "Zoap," she repeated. "Zoap zoap zoap."
     He grinned.  She seemed to be in particularly good 
spirits this morning. She’d even had a fourth bowl of Fruity 
Puffs, which, if last night had been any indication, meant 
that he was probably going to get quite a bit of exercise 
that day.
     Taking the soap, he began to lather up her shoulders.
Kylee went limp and leaned against his hands as he rubbed 
along the juncture of her neck and collarbone.  She was 
facing toward him, and he felt his hands shake a little as 
he moved slowly downward, sliding his soapy hands along the 
curve of her smooth breasts.  
     "Mmm," she sighed, shivering slightly as his thumb 
brushed against her nipple.  Chaz gently kneaded her tits, 
marveling at the way they filled his hands completely.  
There was a ghostly touch on his waist, and he felt her 
fingertips trace up his ribs and over the front of his 
chest. Her thumbs found his nipples, which were stiff with 
the chill of being out of the warm spray for so long.  A 
wave of exciting tingles spread out through his chest at the 
contact, and he wondered if that was how it felt to her.
     He began to soap up her stomach and hips, unable to 
take his eyes off her as her body took on a more distinct 
shape beneath the suds.  She giggled as his hands slid down 
her legs, and after she was well-coated, Chaz stood back for 
a moment and stared.  The baggy sweats hadn’t done her 
justice.  She had a very impressive figure; long-legged and
slender with widely flaring hips.  Or ‘breeding hips,’ as 
his dad might say.
     Chaz finished washing her front with a long, gentle 
lathering of the soft curls between her thighs.  She held 
onto his shoulders tightly as if having difficulty standing, 
even through he never touched any of her more sensitive 
areas.
     When he was done, he took her arms and slowly turned 
her around to rinse off the soap.  As she moved, her thigh 
brushed against his hard-on, and he felt her fingers close 
around it for a moment before she let it go with a contented 
sigh.  He slid his hands down over her stomach, not so much 
to help the soap wash off, but just because he couldn’t seem 
to keep his hands away from her.
     Her body pressed back against his, and as his cock 
pressed into the silky flesh of her buttock Chaz found 
himself thinking again about how bizarre this all was.  Here 
he was in the shower with a girl’s naked ass rubbing against 
his crotch and her firm tits cupped in his hands, but to 
anyone else it would just look like a young man with a boner 
fondling empty air. 
     Despite the antics of the previous night, he was 
finding that his first co-gender shower experience was 
turning him on beyond words.  He slowly slid his right hand 
down her stomach and between her thighs, smiling as he felt 
her shift her legs further apart to give him easier access. 
After only a few tender strokes of her shower-wet labia, he 
began to feel a extra slickness on his fingers that was
neither soap nor water.
     Kylee’s body began to shudder in his arms, and he held 
her around the stomach with his free hand to steady her as 
he continued to carefully wash the swelling lips of her 
invisible pussy.  A better way of bathing that particular 
area suddenly occurred to him, and he let go and gently 
turned her around again before dropping down to his knees. 
It wasn’t quite as chilly in this position as more of the 
shower spray hit him as it fell between her legs, but he 
hardly noticed it as he brought his mouth into contact with 
the wet folds of flesh between her thighs.
     She gasped at the initial touch, then moaned loudly 
as he began to flick his tongue over her warm and slippery 
labia.  He heard the wet squeak of her hand slipping against
the wall as she tried to steady herself, and Chaz reached 
around her hips to support her as he lovingly kissed her 
pussy. She tasted good but slightly tangy, probably from 
the deposits that he'd made the previous night.  He decided
that a thorough tongue bath was in order.	
     He felt the stiff nub of her clit against his lips, and
after a few moments of licking and sucking at her lips, he 
flicked his tongue over it lightly.  She responded by 
groaning urgently and thrusting her hips forward against his
face.  He felt her fingers slide through his damp hair, then
her hands tightened into fists as he began fluttering his 
tongue over the nub of her clitoris.
     Her whole body began to shake, and Chaz had to hold 
onto her tightly to keep her from slipping in the tub. She 
whimpered loudly, her hands clenching painfully in his hair 
as her whole body went rigid for a moment, then relaxed like 
a deflating balloon.  He felt her slide down through his 
arms to a sitting position, her breath coming in shuddering 
gasps.
     "You like?" He asked, though he was fairly sure that 
he could guess the answer.  She didn’t reply, however, at 
least not with words.  Her fingers framed his face, and 
seeming to use that for aim, she pressed her damp lips 
against his in a more soulful kiss than Chaz could ever have
imagined.  He was dimly aware of her fingers grasping his 
cock, squeezing and tugging very slowly at it as he moved 
his arms around her neck.
     Very suddenly he felt the surge of an orgasm rising up 
in his groin.  Chaz felt so enthralled by her kissing that 
he surrendered to it, groaning into her mouth as his cock 
tensed in her hand and began spurting.  After the second jet 
she pulled away, breaking the kiss with a wet smacking 
sound.  She mumbled something that sounded regretful, but 
began to tug a little harder on his erupting shaft, 
squeezing and milking out the last of his sperm.
     Chaz had closed his eyes the instant he'd started to 
come, but a quiet giggle caused him to open them again. Two 
gobby strings of his semen hung suspended in midair a short 
distance from the bottom of the tub, and he reached over to 
find that he had scored a direct hit on her pubes. Damn, he 
thought with a smile, and he’d worked so hard to clean them.
     Her hand left his softening penis, and he watched as 
the pearly lines smeared and spread as she rubbed his 
spooge into her pubic hair like some kind of conditioner.  
     He shivered, then realized that the hot water was 
quickly running out.  He stood and managed to finish washing
her back before the water got too cold.  After a brisk 
soaping, he rinsed himself and turned the shower off.
     Kylee seemed to have no trouble drying herself, and 
again Chaz found himself wishing that he could see her.  He
had already formed a mental picture of her face; youthful, 
fair skinned, and pretty.  Deep down, though, he didn't 
really care if she was good looking or not.
     He forgot all about appearances as she found his neck
with her hands, then looped her towel around his neck and
pulled him toward her with a soft giggle.  The feel of her
soft, moist lips on his cured him of any anxiousness, and
he kissed her for a long moment before breaking away to 
get dressed.  He wondered who his uncle's mysterious friend
was. Chaz had a sudden mental image of a weird old Indian 
dressed in deerskins dancing around a fire.  
     Smiling, he led Kylee back to his room to see if he 
could find some clean clothes for her to wear.  He might not
have any deerskins, but he did have a pair of loose-fitting
green slacks and a Metallica T-shirt...


                	*** The End ***
		       (for now, anyway)


Author: DevoSpudC <devospudc@geocities.com>
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.

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