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THE LOST SOUL JOURNALS
by Patrick Donovan
E-mail: <drwho@world.std.com>
(c) 1993 - Black Angora Press
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THE CABIN
by Patrick Donovan
drwho@world.std.com
for E.
Section A
"Turn right up there," she said.
I turned into the small gravel lane, which had been obscured by
a thick line of trees. It wound its way back through the heavy wood and
into the hills of upstate New York. The sound of the tiny stones
crunched beneath us drowned out the cries of the birds and rush of the
early evening breezes that would later become our musical soundtrack for
the next two days. I was awed by the beauty that surrounded us, as well
as that which sat beside me in the cab of the pick-up. Lee was young,
almost 19. She had wavy dark hair, a beautiful angelic face, warm eyes
that hid her tender loving soul, and lips that must have melted the
heart of many a boy in high school. I was very lucky to be with her.
In fact I couldn't help but look back over the way the whole
extraordinary situation had begun...
I had met Lee on the InterNet through a chat called Piedmont.
She and I used to spend hours talking and making up role-playing
adventures. It wasn't until things fizzled between me and Leslie that
Lee and I began to explore sexual topics more seriously. It was then
that I learned she was still a virgin. She began to tell me how she was
afraid to meet her love, Tim, in real life. She and Tim had also met on
Piedmont, but they had yet to really meet. They were in school almost
500 miles apart and their schedules just hadn't allowed them to get
together. She confided to me that she was afraid that she wouldn't be
able to please him because she was so inexperienced. That is where our
relationship changed. She adopted me as her teacher (I never liked that
word, but she got a kick out of calling me that, so it stuck). For
several months we shared fantasies and made love on the computer for
hours at a time. Her imagination was incredible, as was her instinct
for what was sexually stimulating and exciting. I began to doubt that
she needed me at all! But then I also began to realize something else.
With all her loving concern for me, always calling and checking to see
that I was OK and always following up on my therapy and depression
medication to make sure that I was taking it, I never thought that this
might happen, but it was bound to. I was falling in love with her.
Now, as to how I got to New York to see her. It wasn't really
so hard. I was beginning to write more music at this time and the
copies of my locally-released tape had been circulating among friends
and contacts for about a year. I got a call from a publisher in Albany
in the middle of July. They wanted to negotiate with me to come out and
record some music for a compilation album they were doing. After I had
calmed down and accepted the offer, I also realized that I could stop in
and see Lee, since she was only a few hours away. So I flew out to
Albany, talked with the publisher, rented a truck, and headed up to see
Lee. Simple as that.
OK, so how did this trip into the woods come about? Well, I had
called Lee ahead of time (I mean, I'd LOVE to have surprised her, but
that sure would have been a waste of a trip if she hadn't been home, now
wouldn't it?) and told her of my trip. She, being the wonderfully
supportive woman that she is, was very happy for me, but when I
suggested coming to see her, she was speechless. The thought of what
would (or wouldn't) happen if we actually met was something she had
never really thought about. She stuttered something about planning to
go away to her family's cabin for a weekend to herself, but it seemed
like a feeble excuse to avoid meeting someone she had invested so much
of herself in being a friend to.
"Lee," I said, "why don't we go to the cabin and spend some time
there together. I can pick you up."
There was silence.
"You know nothing would happen between us, hon," I added, to
reassure her.
"I would find it very hard to resist you, Patrick," she said,
nervously. "Nothing would happen if I didn't want it to...but I can't
guarantee that I don't want anything to happen with you."
For the first time I was speechless. Lee Ann had always been
so devoted to Tim. Suddenly I began to think that maybe this whole
thing was really just a plan to seduce her.
"Maybe you're right, Lee Ann." I thought for a moment. "Could
I at least stop in town and see you? Maybe take you to dinner?"
Lee agreed to that and so our plans were made. But when I got
there Friday evening, something had changed. Her car had broken down
and she, after a bit of dodging, asked me if I would take her to the
cabin. She said her friend Alice would pick her up Sunday, but that no
one else would be able to take her up that night. I agreed. Any excuse
to spend just a few extra hours with her.
And that's how we got this far...
The cabin came into view after about 10 minutes on the gravel
road. Not a sign of anyone for miles. I was beginning to worry about
just how safe Lee would be by herself. I pulled up beside the wood and
brick structure. Only when I reach the summit of the driveway did I see
the true splendor of the area we were in. The cabin sat on a 1 acre
lake, which was fed by a stream that rolled down from further up in the
hills. The trees were thick, but there were at least three paths into
the woods that I could see immediately. Sunlight pierced the canopy of
trees in bright golden shafts. As Lee emerged from the truck, she
stepped into one of the pools of sunlight. It greatly enhanced her
already angelic qualities. She was glowing, so radiant, so heavenly...
"What's wrong, Patrick?" she asked. Her eyes sparkled with
golden pinpoints.
I was at a loss for words. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but
I fought them down. I could not mourn over what I never had.
"Nothing, Lee. I was just thinking," was all I could muster and
I grabbed her bags from the bed of the truck. I dragged them to the
porch. She followed close behind with the bags of groceries we had
picked up in the little town in the foothills. She searched her purse
for the keys, undid the locks, and let me in.
The cabin itself could easily have been called a house. It was
a two story ranch-style building, with two bedrooms upstairs and a
living room, kitchen, and bathroom downstairs. The partially-covered
porch extended out to the lake's edge, where there was a dock. On the
dock was a small, overturned rowboat. Evidently it was used for fishing
(Lee had told me on the way up that the lake was well-stocked, including
an elusive bass rumored by her father to be at least 25 pounds - I had
to chuckle at that one - her dad must have a lot of "one that got away"
stories). About 100 feet down the shore was a peninsula that extended
about 30' out into the lake. There was a huge tree there and the ground
was covered with a fine layer of deep green grass.
I took her bags up to the large bedroom and then returned to
help Lee stock her groceries. I wanted to prolong the time we had
together, not so much to spend the most time with her, but to avoid the
teary good-bye that I knew must come eventually. She had plenty for the
weekend, so I didn't have to worry about that, but I did wonder about
her safety. She had said she had never stayed here alone before.
"Lee Ann, honey," I said, taking the last two eggs from her and
putting them into the fridge door. "I'm really worried about you
staying here alone. You--."
Before I could finish, she grabbed me and held me to her, then
stood up on her tippy-toes and kissed me on the forehead.
"I'll be OK," she said, doing her best to reassure me.
"You're sure you won't trust me to stay?"
She nodded, though it seemed to me to be a bit hesitantly. "You
just better head on back to Albany."
That did it, the tears started, I was so hopelessly in love
with this woman that I just couldn't face it anymore. I turned away
from her and walked to the porch door, but she caught my arm and turned
me toward her again. She buried her face against my chest and we held
each other for what seemed like an hour. All I could hear was her soft
breathing and the gentle rustle of the leaves outside by the dock. My
tears dried on her forehead and she looked up at me. She had tear stains
on her cheeks as well.
"OK, go on," she said, sniffling, "You'd better get back to the
road before it gets too dark to drive on the gravel drive."
With that I sighed in resignation and walked to the truck. She
stood on the porch and watched me get in. I took one last look at her
and started the truck, backed it up to turn around, and sped out of the
parking area. In seconds, I was gone.
Not 30 minutes later there came knock on the porch door. Lee
had changed into her plaid bathrobe and was reading her latest steamy
romance novel in front of the small fire. When she heard the knock she
jumped up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing her butcher knife and
flipping on the outside light. She was both relieved and angered to
find me waiting there for her, my luggage in hand.
"What happened?!" she exclaimed.
"You wouldn't believe me. You're going to think I planned this,
but I really, honestly, truly, didn't."
She looked at me and delivered her comment deadpan. "You ran
out of gas, didn't you?"
"Lee, we talked and talked and I got so caught up in being with
you that I didn't even think about getting gas back in the town."
She raised the butcher knife, gesturing with it as though it
were an extension of her hand. "You silly twerp!"
"Lee! The knife!" She looked at it, exasperated, and set it
down on the cutting board with a crack. "I oughta castrate you for
scaring me like that."
"I'm sorry, but I was still on the gravel road when it happened
and it's getting ready to rain. Even if I had tried to make it to the
road, it's still 10 miles to the main highway, let alone 10 more to the
town. I would have been soaked! I had to come back here."
Lee looked pitifully at me, standing there with my bags in hand
and dirt all over my clothes.
"You're such a mess. Come on in and take your stuff up to the
other bedroom. I guess you're meant to stay here after all."
I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek as I passed and headed
for the stairs.
"But Patrick..."
I stopped on the second stair.
"If I find out you contrived this, I *will* cut your balls off.
One at a time." Her face was dead serious for a moment, but then she
cracked a smile. I headed on up and unpacked, laying out some decent
night clothes.
When I came out of the bathroom from my cleansing shower (in my
favorite red and blue bathrobe with boxer shorts underneath), Lee was
lying on the couch, her book folded up against her chest. I took the
book, marked her place, and set it on the coffee table. I spread the
covers out over her and patted her head good night. I turned out all
but the night light. Only then did I realize that it had started
raining while I had been in the shower. I headed to the staircase,
catching occasional flashes of distant lightning as I rose to the next
floor. I opened the window of the guest room a little and left my door
open to form a cross breeze (how Lee could have stood a fire I have no
idea). I crawled under the covers and lay there for a long time,
contemplating my life amid the roll of the thunder and the flash of its
accenting lightning. How I longed for her touch, for her kiss. My hand
wandered lower and I shook with anticipation...
I was so close to my climax that another second and I would have
begun to come, but a sudden gasp and cry startled me out of my trance. I
sat upright and listened intently. I could have sworn I heard my name.
Carefully I got up and crept to the door of my room. I listened in the
hallway, but there was no sound. I trod lightly on the stairs, stopping
once on the way down, and again at the foot of the stairs, to listen. I
heard nothing. I glanced into the living room to see if Lee was all
right. I could see her bathrobe and her arms, then her legs. 'She must
have thrown her covers off.' I thought. But as I moved silently closer,
things became clearer to me.
I can't recall if I looked away or not. I like to think that I
did, but I can't be sure. Lee was lying on the couch with her bathrobe
partly open. Her breasts were pretty much in full view, shimmering in
the dying firelight, lightly moist from her perspiration. Her panties
were pulled down just a little, exposing just a glimpse of the dark
forest between her legs. Her hand lay across the front of her
underwear, her thumb tucked under the elastic and nestled among her
pubic hairs.
"Oh, Lee Ann," I whispered to myself in something of a sensual
gasp. The sight of her like that was so incredibly erotic to me. I
realized, too, that I probably had heard my name. As, perhaps, she had
heard her own from upstairs. It's possible that she heard me creaking
the bed in my own self-induced throes of ecstasy and imagined what I was
doing to myself in her honor. Naturally she had been aroused and had to
relieve her tension as much as I had to relieve mine. I stood there,
not 5 feet away, in awe of her.
I can't say what overtook me next, but it was like a force
driving me. 'She can always say no,' I thought to myself. I knelt in
front of the failing embers and glanced upon her beauty. Her face was
one that I recognized. One of satisfaction and contentment after a
fulfilling orgasm. I felt a pang of remorse at disturbing her peaceful
rest, but it passed quickly as I began to raise the flaps of her
bathrobe out of the way. The light from the nightlight cast a cool glow
over her chest that made it appear as though it were in an old
black-and-white photo. Her bosoms were lovely round globes, just the
right size for clasping with an excited palm and kneading to complete
arousal. Her nipples, surrounded by small dark areola, were no longer
erect as they must have been minutes earlier, but they were still
defined as tiny little buds that begged to be tugged at with gentle,
loving teeth.
I admired her breasts while I worked up the courage. Slowly I
leaned over and began to kiss one of them. Lee stirred, moaning softly.
I opened my mouth more and began to stroke her breast with my tongue. I
brushed to now-hardening nipple with my tongue.
"Oh God," she moaned in the softest, most aroused whisper I have
ever heard. Lee's hand gently clasped the back of my neck, pulling my
mouth tighter against her bosom. That forced almost her entire breast
into my mouth and it was all I could do to keep moving my tongue all
around its surface. As she became fully awake, she suddenly realized
what was happening. She almost let out a cry of protest, but at that
moment she felt my hand on hers, guiding it back to where it had been,
inside her panties. She gasped instead at the sudden pleasure of
feeling her fingers being rubbed over the soft tuft of her genital
mound, brushing her moistening labia and stiffening clitoris. Her
fingers mixing with my fingers, exploring her sex. Sensations old and
new searing the center of her womanhood. With instinctive sexual
responses, her hand clasped mine and forced my fingers up into her
vagina. The tips of three of my digits found themselves gliding into a
slippery, silky passageway that gripped them tightly. My thumb rested
itself over the hood of Lee's clitoris, lifting and dropping the
sensitive fold of skin. The full force of daylight was dawning on her
world very quickly.
I moved my mouth to her other breast. As I did so, she slid her
hand down from my neck to her hips, where she lifted her behind and
pulled off her panties. I kept pumping into her mound with my fingers
and I feasted on her succulent breasts, nipping as hard as I dared on
her nipple with my teeth. She gasped my name out loud and thrust her
hips wildly into the air. At the same time, there was a thunderclap
outside. Somewhere in that moment of ecstasy, she remembered what she
most loved to have me do in our fantasies on Piedmont. Without words,
merely grunts and moans, she nudged my head downward, away from her
breasts. Her mound came into view and I immediately became aware of
what she craved. I watched as I slowly withdrew my fingers from her hot
wetness. I admired the build of her body, the textbook perfection of
the design of her sex. Her outer labia parting to expose her thin inner
lips, which parted to reveal her waiting tunnel. The tunnel which led
to her depths, to the center of her passion, her womb. Her hands spread
her mound completely open and I began brushing my lips over her arousal.
Her scent was so strong...it beckoned...and I plunged downward.
Lee's cry of pleasure was accompanied by another rap of thunder.
The warmth and saltiness of her sex mingled with the warmth and tingling
of my tongue. We each attained the height of pleasure from this act.
Lee bucked and heaved her bottom against my face. As she drove herself
to come, I did everything I could to her. I fondled her buttocks, so
soft and smooth and round in my hands. Then I probed her anus with a
wet finger tip, entering her as far as the first knuckle of my index
finger. Her squirming and my probing generated so much heat within her
sex that she exploded within seconds of my finger entering her. Thunder
once again burst aloud as Lee's 18-year-old body bounced up and down off
the couch, her muscles squeezing and thrusting all around. I could feel
her ecstasy around my fingertip, which I drove further into her as she
came. Wave after wave of her cream spilled out over my chin and down
into the crack of her bottom. Over all this were Lee's cries of
pleasure: deep, passionate cries and high squeals of excruciating
sensual release. Later she told me that her own self-induced ecstasies
were like drips into the ocean of that one orgasm.
I kept my chin pressed against her mound for a time while Lee
rested. Rumbles outside in the distance seemed to draw closer as we
rested. As soon as she caught her breath, though, I felt her tugging on
my shoulders.
"Patrick, Patrick," she said softly. I moved over her, looking
into her eyes and, for the first time, we kissed. Her tongue probed my
mouth passionately. As we kissed, her legs spread apart further and
wrapped partially around my bottom. Her hands wrapped around and
brushed my head, but I held myself up with one hand as I reached down to
my boxers. One of her hands followed quickly and tried to help me pull
my erection out from the flap at the front of my underpants. Both our
hands were on it. We broke the kiss and I lifted myself as much as I
could. We both looked down at our hands, in joint custody of my penis,
brushing the head against Lee's soaking mound.
"Oh, Patrick, please...now."
She removed her hand and re-embraced me around the neck. I was
so hot and excited now, as was she, I just pushed the head downwards
into her. It slipped in between her labia easily and I pushed forward
firmly. All too late, I realized that I shouldn't have done it that
way.
Lee screamed as I penetrated her. I was suddenly surrounded by
the warmth of her heated, virgin sex, which gripped me tightly. I
didn't move at all, but I met her gaze. Small tears had formed at the
corners of her eyes. She looked at me with an expression of pained
pleasure.
"Lee, I'm sorry," I whispered, nearly horrified.
"Don't stop, Patrick. It's gonna have to hurt sometime. Just
make love to me."
I took her at her word. She grimaced a few times as I began to
thrust back and forth, but gradually she lost any sign of discomfort and
slowly began to gasp and grunt as she had when my head was buried
between her legs. Her vagina clasped me more firmly than any other
lover I can remember, but the sheer pleasure from this clasping worked
as if to milk me of my semen.
"Oh, Lee...my God, Lee," I moaned.
Our pace quickened and Lee began to make active thrusts against
me. I wasn't too deep inside her, as I think I held back just to reduce
the chance of hurting her again, but that just increased our speed. I
was already beginning to feel the pleasure starting to build behind my
testicles. Lee was going to reach her crescendo before me, so I let
her. Her vagina clasped me in pulses and she began gasping. I felt
something stirring deep inside now. Suddenly she cried out:
"Tim! Oh God T--."
Thunder exploded outside. She realized, before she even
finished her screams, that she hadn't cried out my name, but that of the
person she really, truly loved. Her reaction was startling. She pushed
my hips back, forcing my penis out of her. My excitement had been
interrupted, but I still felt warmth flowing through me. I looked down
and saw one or two small spurts of semen spew from the tip of my penis
into Lee's dark forest. I looked back into her eyes. Already tears
were forming. I slipped off the couch an knelt beside her.
"Lee Ann..."
"Oh Patrick, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" she sobbed.
"Lee Ann, it's OK."
She stood up and pulled the bathrobe around her. Her sudden
movements caught me off guard, so by the time I was standing, she had
opened the porch door and was gone.
"Lee Ann, come back!"
I ran to the door and drew my robe around me, tying the belt.
Lightning flashed around and I saw her robe trailing behind her along
the lake's edge. She was running toward the peninsula.
"Lee Ann, please come back, you'll get hurt!" My voice
trembled with anxiety and fear. What if something *did* happen to her?
It would be all my fault. I had to stop her and calm her down; get her
to come back in. I followed her to the lake.
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THE CABIN
by Patrick Donovan
Section A
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