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Oh well. On to the story...


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)


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