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Greetings from the edge dear reader! Again... if you are not 18 or
live in a community that does not allow adult material, do not read
this.
Post freely so long as 1) you do not make a profit off of my work
and 2)all credit is given to the author... me. Archive if you wish.
This story is sad. it came to me during a moment of clarity. I hope
you enjoy it. The sex is somewhat slack, but... who knows.
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Guardians of the Golden Chamber By: H.D. Meister
(dez187lm@hotmail.com)
It all began with Debra’s first lover. Both were sixteen and full of
wonder of the mysteries of the world of sex. His name was Joey, and
she thought the world of him. His naturally muscular frame felt great
in her hands, and she would frequently find herself lost in his deep
blue eyes.
It was a night to remember... and forget... for her. It was her
sixteenth birthday, and the date they had agreed upon. Together they
would shed themselves of the albatross of virginity. They spent the
night wrapped in each others frantic... and sometimes clumsy...
embrace. Debra lost herself in the glorious sensation of his manhood
sliding into her, filling her with pleasure untold. Her dreams could
not even hope to achieve the rawness of the reality. She was giving
herself totally to Joey...
and he to her. Nothing could have spoiled the moment. Nothing...
save Fate and Death.
When he didn’t show up for class three days after their union, she
became frightened. She could not say why the terror of the unknown
clasped its talons tight against her chest, but she knew that
something had happened to Joey. When the last bell rang, she rushed
to her locker, threw her book into it, slammed it closed and ran
towards the waiting car her mother drove every day. What awaited her
was that car... and a single police car.
Death hung in the air like smog. Debra looked to her mother,
desperate for some comfort. Even then she knew: Joey was dead. She
never bothered to ask what had happened; she simply fell into a fit
of anguish. She loved Joey... and was sure that he loved her. Now he
was gone... forever. There would not be another to take his place
within her life. All that remained was the glow of knowing his naked
body next to hers... the feel of his lips as he suckled on her
breasts... the loving warmth of his manhood in her hands. And these
were but one grain of sand in the love she knew they both shared.
At the age of eighteen another rose to prominence within her life.
His name was George, and she knew that she was finally ready to move
on. Joey still held sway in her life, but he had, in one gentle
moment of dreaming, told her to let him go. She stepped gingerly, not
wanting George to have the dubious task of fighting a memory. That
George understood the power Joey still possessed over the woman who
had stolen his heart was a blessing. He longed to hold her... comfort
her... through whatever troubles dared approach her. She was a light
within his life he would fight to the death to keep lit.
The night they consummated their love was truly an event all gods of
man witnessed. It had taken her a little more than two years to
release Joey, and now she had another who loved her in her grasp.
She would remember the strength in his arms as he pulled her into his
soul, declaring to all...
living and dead... that he truly loved her. She would remember seeing
Joey’s ghost wavering in one dark corner of her dorm room... a smile
on his lips. Kissing him was not something which was simply done and
forgotten; it would linger forever as a proclamation to the universe
that true love did exist. Spent with their efforts, they slept. For
Debra it was the first peaceful sleep since the day Joey passed on.
Three days later, while she was sailing from one problem to the next
on a math exam, a familiar tingle passed through her. Finishing the
last problem, she lifted her head. Her eyes fell upon the form of a
plain clothes policeman; his stance gave him away... in many ways.
She shook her head..
slowly at first. When his eyes met hers... and the sorrow within
them choked off the though laden air within the classroom... the world
ceased to exist. Another had died. One more soul was now removed
from this world, and she was once more without someone to love.
Despair drove her into the arms of her roommate, a beautiful young
woman named Diedre. Within her arms Debra found a sister and friend.
She laid open her soul in one downpour, flooding the room with her
pain. Diedre rode the storm, and help her to do the same. She found
the strength to smile once more, even though it took several months.
And through it all, Diedre was there at her side.
It was the last night before summer separated them that Debra found
comfort not only within her roommate’s caring heart, but within her
arms. It was a time for celebration; they had made it through their
first semester of classes. Diedre had managed to secure a bottle of
wine and together they toasted to the strength within them both. Over
the semester, Debra had gotten to know that she was not the only one
seemingly denied the touch of another. It was then that she was told
that her suspicions about her roommate were indeed correct: she was a
lesbian. But that did not matter; Diedre was more human than many of
those who tried desperately to lay claim to being men.
That she found herself kissing female lips rather than male lips was
of little concern. That those lips belonged to someone who truly
cared about her was all that mattered. Debra quickly grew accustomed
to the softer feel of feminine flesh beneath her fingers. She nursed
at Diedre’s center, filling her belly with the nectar of love. It
was Diedre who alerted her to the two shadowy figures which stood in
the corners of the room. George and Joey smiled at her, freeing her
from the chains she herself forged. She was truly free... free once
more to love another.
She slept fitfully... for three days. Then the terrors returned. No
tears flowed down her face this time; she knew that Diedre had met
the same fate George and Joey had greeted. She sat in her room and
waited for either her mother or father to bring her the news. When it
came, she did nothing.
Slowly, she saw the pattern of chaos take form before her eyes. She
did not try to deny it; whoever loved her and shared her body would
know the company of Death three days later.
At the age of eighty-eight, Debra finally slept her last. Those who
knew her would whisper that she died of heart pain... a rather
clinical way to say that lack of love finally stopped her heart’s
eternal thunder. She lived, but those close to her knew that what
others considered living was the basest form of survival. When they
placed her body in the ground, those who attended the funeral would
wonder who the three forms standing under the large oak tree by her
grave were. They remained silent, but were dressed casually. One was
a young boy, barely in his teens by their judgement.
Another was just within the gates of manhood. Another was a beautiful
woman with dark locks and a smile bright as sunlight on a summer’s
day.
Three days later, a small child whose ball happened to bounce into the
cemetery would run back to his parents and tell of a beautiful woman
with golden hair who helped him find his ball. He would tell of the
wrinkles in her face... and how they just didn’t match the golden
hair on her head. He would insist she was real, and be told that he
was dreaming... or that he should be more careful who he talked to.
Yet... if you ever attend a certain high school in Denver... or a
particular college in Southern Virginia... you will hear the tale
spoken again and again. And in each breath, the teller will tell of
true love. Every syllable will sound clearly of the truth. True love
had a face... and two guardians determined to keep its treasure secret
and sacred.
(dez187lm@hotmail.com)
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