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Invisible Girlfriend
by DevoSpudC (devospudc@geocities.com)

***

The Lakota had a legend about what they called 'storm 
spirits;' unseen beings that would appear during 
thunderstorms and play tricks on the unwary. A guy 
staying at his grandfather's farm for a while, 
experiences one of these supernatural beings. (MF, sci-
fi)

***

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 heart attack, Chaz would 
know that she was real. If he just stood there calmly 
and gave him a strange look, Chaz would know that 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.

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

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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