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There is something more to Brooke — something more than her intensely beautiful brown eyes. (MF, 1st, oral, voy) *** Author Note: This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. You must be over the age of 18 to read this. *** Chapter 1 I suppose that it's always the unexpected that takes you by surprise. And it isn't always the over the top "wow!" big sort of things either. No, sometimes it's the ordinary sort of unexpected that sneaks up, says "wow!" and then changes everything. Brooke was the second type. She was a relatively new cashier at a local drug store--the type that sells everything from medicines to food, drinks and cheap patio furniture. I say relatively new, but I really don't know when she started. It was just one day that I noticed her. Cute face, maybe five five, blonde hair, cropped short and stylishly, but her eye! Goodness. I almost couldn't keep my own eyes off of hers. They were brown--intense brown--brown like the sparkling glass of root beer, brown like the milk chocolate of an Easter bunny, brown like the rich grained beauty of an antique mahogany desk. I know that she knew I was staring at her. I regained some composure, paid for my stuff then felt a little awkward when she smiled, handed me my change and let her hand rest in the palm of mine a little longer than necessary. "Have a good day. Y'all come back." "Thank you," I said and left. I didn't mean to flirt and I was uneasy that she seemed to be flirting right back. On the drive home, I convinced myself that it was my head playing tricks with me. She was just a nice girl-- probably just 20 at most. She'd hardly be drawn to me, a genuinely incompetent jerk in the dating department. I was twenty-four and had a small collection of dates and steady girlfriends from late high school through college, but nothing ever progressed. I was just like that old Stones song, "I can't get no girlie action." The fire went out of my life when the one girl I really cared about intensely, died in an drunk driving accident while I was away at college. Looking back in things, I would have to say that even though some four years had gone by since that night, I was still emotionally scarred: I couldn't, or wouldn't let someone get that close to me again. So I put the checkout girl out of my mind and went about my normal week. Friday rolled around and I stopped off at that store after work to pick up a nice bottle of port to use in a relaxing evening. There were few others in the store at the moment, probably because most mothers were already home fixing dinner for their kids. I suddenly remembered the previous interaction that I had and felt a little nervous as I saw the same girl at the register. This time, I noted her name tag: "Brooke." She looked up at me and smiled. "Any particular event calling for such a nice bottle tonight?" she asked as she rang it up. "Naw, just a quiet evening." "All by yourself?" Her eyes sparkled and I had to tear mine away or I was in danger of falling in. I nodded. "That's a shame. You should be sharing this with someone." "Got any suggestions?" I decided to play along. "ID, please?" "Huh? Oh, yes." I fished my wallet out and showed her my driver's license. "Thank you. That'll be $24.86." I handed her thirty bucks and she smiled again at me. Her eyes! Mesmerizing! She returned my change and placed it firmly in my palm then her other hand reached underneath my hand so it was held in between hers. "I do have a suggestion. Would it wreck your evening for you to wait before you open your bottle of port?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, you wait till seven thirty, open the bottle and I'll show up at your place." "You're going to show up at my place? Are you going to follow me home?" "No, silly. You're going to open the bottle, pour two glasses, take a sip and then wish for me. I'll be there." "Really!?" "Truly. Give it a try. It's hardly anything for you to do but if I'm correct, you'll have a very nice evening. Okay?" "Well, that's true. I'll wait till seven thirty. Anything else that I should have?" "No, that'll be all. I'll take care of the rest." She squeezed my hands between hers then released. I stared into her eyes then mumbled, "Good-bye," and left the store with my port. Well, that got things escalating quickly. The prospects were completely out of my league. Last time I was serious with a girl it took me weeks to do more than a little kiss on her cheek and many weeks more till I got to second base. I looked around my small abode. I had work to do so I called out for pizza and decided to do a manly attempt at cleaning the place. Not that it was filthy, but as a single man there were a fair number of things draped over chairs and the like, plus I hadn't dusted in I don't know how long. Pizza came in less than thirty minutes for which I tipped the driver extra. And I snarffed on slices while I ran around making my house respectable. It was after seven now and I scurried to freshen up and change. I hurried back to the front room, put on some light jazz, found two candles and lit them then placed my bottle of port on the coffee table with two glasses and waited till seven thirty. Finally! It was time. I unwrapped the seal then opened the top. My hands were sweaty and my heart pounded in anticipation. I breathed two or three deep breaths then poured two glasses and set the bottle back down. "Okay, she said make a wish," I spoke quietly to the room. I took a sip and after I swallowed I spoke, "I wished that Brooke was here." Just then the door bell rang. I jumped then stared at the door. The bell rang once again and I quickly hurried to the door and peered out through the peep hole. I could not believe my eyes! It was Brooke from the store. I opened the door and stared. "It really is you! How the hey?" "I promised, didn't I?" I continued to stare. "I think at this point you should invite me in?" she said with a smile and a twinkle in her beautiful eyes. "Oh, yes. Come on in!" I finally remembered my manners. I showed her in and pointed to a seat in the front room. "This is very sweet, Darrin." "Thank you. I'm impressed that you remembered my name. And I'm blown away that you really came to visit at all." "I said I'd come, right? And there's the port." She sat on the couch and patted the space next to her so I felt emboldened to sit close by. "Which glass is mine?" I handed her one then lifted mine and said, "To a beautiful evening." Our glasses clinked and we drank. "This really is good. So why were you planning on keeping this to yourself?" I shrugged. "No other plans." "You're outta college, right?" "Um-hum." I nodded. "What about you?" "Still going to school. Work part time, school part time, a little of this and that the rest of the time." I took another sip and was pleased how much different the 24 dollar bottle tasted than the typical 9 dollar rot-gut stuff I had tried before. It tasted very good and the evening already was far better than anything I could have imagined. "You know, before we go on, I just hafta apologize for staring at you the other day." "Staring at me?" she repeated with a little smile. "Specifically at your eyes. You have the most fascinating pair of eyes I have ever seen." She looked away and blushed slightly. "Thank you, Darrin." She took another sip. "I sure hope I'm not being too forward or anything." "No, I'm the one in danger of that. Remember?" We both laughed at that. "No, I saw you looking into my eyes and I felt pleased. Finally someone was looking at *me* and not my boobs or something else." She looked behind me to the wall. "And I see that you appreciate eyes. You have a Renoir?" "Yes, Mom gave it to me as a house warming gift. She knows that I love piano music, even if I can't play at all." "Beautiful eyes, don't you think?" I nodded then turned to look at the replica of the painting. Two girls--obviously young teens--seated at a piano: one intent on playing and the other intently watching. And like Brooke said, Renoir had a way with eyes. "I love his attention to details that matter," I finally said. "Everything pulls you into the action and their intensity." "Which is focused in their eyes, no?" "Exactly." I turned around to face her again. "I understand. And Darrin?" She paused and looked down. "I've never acted on an impulse like this before, but I connected with you and felt you. I want to help." "Help?" This was sounding really strange. "I know it's coming out wrong, but listen to me first. Then decide. Okay?" She caught my hands with hers and looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes. I nodded. "Darrin, I could tell immediately that you are a great guy and you are a hard worker. But I sensed a level of discontent and, well, I wasn't sure, but it feels like you had love and then it was taken away." I was shocked to hear her candid assessment of me after only seeing her twice in the checkout line. Creepy. Was she following me and looking up my info using my credit card number or driver's license? "How did you come to those conclusions?" I slowly asked. "You think I'm a super scary stalker?" She shook her head. "I understand. I haven't stalked once. Unless you call coming to your place stalking." "Then how?" "It's in here!" She exclaimed and dropped my head to point to her heart and her head. "I just feel it. That and the fact you have a nice credit card shows that you are a hard worker with good credit." "Are you like one of those science fiction people that are empaths?" She nodded her head. "And I've never acted on these empathetic proddings like this before, but this is so strong. I just had to. You need a girl friend." "You are offering to be my girl friend?" I asked incredulously. I was beginning to think I was in a movie and the surprise ending was about to come in from the other room. "No, I would like to be your friend who is a girl," she smiled and took my hands again. "But I want to help you find the perfect girl friend." "How can you do that?" "Remember? I'm an empath. I'll discover more about you and put that together with what I know of girls and women that I've met." I slouched into the couch and sighed. "You don't believe me and you're having second opinions about inviting me over here." "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out," I replied. "I know, but I really.... Oh Darrin, I'm so sorry!" She began normally but ended with a shriek. "I didn't know. That is so awful!" "What?" "Your girl friend was still in high school when she died in a horrible car wreck." My world imploded in around me as I recalled the horror and terror of that night. I was a sophomore in college and my girl friend, Michelle, was a senior in high school. I had gone home for prom and been her date at that important high school rite of passage. But the very next Friday I got a phone call from my mom almost frantic and crying. "I'm so sorry, Darrin. Michelle was in a car wreck." My world crashed and I didn't know what to do. I staggered home for the funeral and the emotional meeting with family on all sides. Then I returned to classes at the university and nearly tanked. I almost withdrew, the emotional wreckage was so severe. Brooke leaned into me and put her arms around my shoulders and neck. Her head lay next to mine. She said nothing, but I could feel the moisture from her tears wetting her cheeks and my neck. I tried to back off from the memories and the emotions, but the long repressed images and pain refused to lie down quietly. I felt my heart move sideways again and my stomach clenched hard--just like it did when I first heard my mom on the phone, "Darrin, oh I'm so sorry, Darrin. Michelle's been in a bad accident." Mom's voice was choked with emotions and my mind went numb at that point. And now, several years later, images of my sweet girlfriend came upon me like a raging torrent, threatening to sweep me away. Her sweet smile, the way her eyes danced when she was happy, her long brown hair which would shine in the morning light when I walked her to school. We had become good friends at the end of my junior year. That she was a freshman was a little unusual, but I was never comfortable with the whole high school dating scene and many of the girls in my class, frankly, scared me. I was just a nerd and a bit of a wall-flower. But Michelle was a nerd and a bookworm and we started talking and hanging out at the library after school. Things simmered over the Summer then ignited that Fall. It was real love for me--I was certain of it. But it was hard going off to college even though it was only an hour away. But we made it work. Occasionally she would even come over to my school and hang out with me, even sitting in classes with me. Thus my freshman year ended and that next Summer was so sweet. Fall came and Michelle was starting the admission applications to attend school with me. We were so hopeful and.... well.... I received the phone call and my life ended. I was nineteen, not quite twenty and to keep the hurt at bay I shut the door on new close relations. That thought struck me hard--I had never understood that I was still grieving and hadn't finished the process correctly yet. "That was only four and a half years ago," Brooke whispered. I had forgotten that she was there. In my mind and with my eyes closed, I was imagining holding Michelle once again. I opened my eyes and looked around. My eyes were blurred from tears, but I saw that I was holding Brooke and she was holding me. The bottle of port and two partially empty glasses were on the table near the candles that still flickered. Light jazz music still played softly through the speakers. "I don't know what happened," I finally said. "I think you had a bunch of repressed emotions," Brooke whispered then gently kissed my cheek. "I can sense that you were close. Almost like a soul mate. How intimate were you two?" "We were close--very close. I felt that she was the first person in the world that accepted me for me. We were both inexperienced virgins and nervous as anything so we started the exploring each other very slowly. But by the time she was a senior we were active and petted heavily doing most things short of me sticking my dick into her tight twat. I was scared of her dad, but we promised each other that we would give each other ourselves as her graduation present. But that never..." I wasn't able to finish my sentence. She hugged me again and whispered, "How sweet and special. I'm so sorry." Suddenly I was reliving hugging Michelle. Her long hair cascaded down over her shoulders--her bare shoulders-- over her back and her. Oh my goodness! Her bare ass was in view! Her lovely, svelte, small and compact ass! And my hands were cupping each perfect cheek. I know that night. It was a night that played in my wet dreams and daytime fantasies often. I was home from college for the weekend and her parents were out till late so we had free reign of the house. It was all we could do to keep from going all the way right then. It was only her little reminders and my innate fear of what her dad would do that kept me from spreading her legs and driving my friend home for the night. Instead we undressed each other then stood completely naked holding each other tightly with my stiff and twitching dick excitedly rubbing her belly. She pulled my face down and began French-kissing while her hands stroked my hair and neck. "And then you creamed your load all over her belly." Brooke's voice brought me back to reality. Only this was weird. I was imagining and reflecting on and old memory yet she commented on my memories as if they were out in the open, playing on a TV screen for all to watch. "What?! Are you reading my mind?" "Almost. It's called kything." "It's called what?" Brooke sighed then said, "I guess this is the main reason that I don't try this very often. There's a lot to explain and I'm not doing a good job." "You're doing a good job at two things," I answered. "Oh?" "Making me believe that you have something going on." "That's one." "And weirding me out." I smiled. "She kissed my cheek then said, "You are such a good sport." "So what is this kyth thing you're doing?" "Kything was a term reintroduced into English by Madeleine L'Engle for her books like the sequels to a Wrinkle in Time. It's based on an old English word that meant to announce, or tell, to make known in words, or to make visible. She used it in her books to be a fictional telepathy and sort of mind-melding if you're a Star Trek fan." "You said fictional? Yet you're doing it?" "I borrowed the term since it's the closest thing to explain what I have." "But you were reading my mind?" "Almost. Primarily, I was experiencing your emotions. I did nudge you in a direction, but your feelings on that subject were so powerful and raw and intense, it was all I could do to keep from being blown away." She leaned away and picked up our glasses. "I would like to propose another toast." I accepted the glass from her hand and waited. "To Darrin. I am overwhelmed with what a beautiful person he is!" Our glass clinked lightly together. "Thank you, Brooke." We drank the rest of our port then Brooke held her glass out. "That is really good stuff. Mind sharing a little more?" "Careful. It's a lot stronger than wine. Are you driving home?" "No, I'm flying." I laughed. "More dangerous to drink and fly than to drink and drive." "Trust me, I'm not driving." "Then let's have a little more," I replied. I poured each glass a little more than half full then said, "I don't understand half of what went on tonight. You must know that. But I also don't understand why I feel so comfortable with you in spite of be nearly freaked out of my mind." "Our emotions have melded. You're feeling some of my peace just as I understand some of who you are. And lemme just say this about that. You are a real gentleman. I'm very impressed. I'm thinking of a few women to send by you sometime tomorrow. I'm sure one of them will be perfect for you." "So, I'm to stay at home and interview these women as they come by?" Brooke laughed then took another sip of her drink. "No. Not at all. You'll go through your day. You have Saturday off, right?" I nodded. "Good. That's easier. I'll just nudge them to interact with you throughout the day. You'll sense who might be your soul mate." "What if no one is?" "There are millions of women out there in the world. You're telling me that you can't imagine that at least one of them is perfect for you?" "I'm just saying I can't imagine how long it'll take to find the right one." She took a good size swig then set her glass down. "Here, lemma take yours too." "Whatchya doing?" She answer me by pushing me gently back so I was half lying on the couch and my legs hanging off to the floor. "Darrin, one thing I've learned is that defeatism and down-in-the-dumps feelings keep feeding on each other. You need a little confidence." Her fingers traced the outline of my crotch through my jeans. "I want to give you a little confidence tonight so that you can think straight when you meet these women." I couldn't believe it. She was coming on so strong and horny! "Give me a little confidence?" Might as well play along and get her to say exactly what she meant. "Uh-huh." Her fingers pressed a little harder into my groin and my dick began responding. "I think that someone is getting the idea." A bizarre I was suddenly concerned. "Is this a mind trick?" "No, it's real. Studies have shown that if a man receives love and a good, positive sexual experience, he will go out with a much more positive outlook. That's what I want for you." "Sex tonight?" In retrospect I can't believe how dumb that must have sounded, but Brooke didn't flinch or laugh. In stead, she undid my belt then the fly of my jeans. As the zipper came down, my dick grew larger and more excited. She ran her fingers over the cloth that was stretched above the length of my growing rod then leaned over to kiss it through my underwear. "That smells so good," she whispered in a deep, sultry voice. She then proceeded to untie my shoes and pull my pants down and off. "Darrin, I hope that you aren't offended that we're not going to go all the way tonight, but this is our first date. Only tramps, sluts and whores fuck at the first meeting. You're more romantic than that. So am I." She undid a couple of buttons on her blouse then added, "And I really want your first time sex to be with your new woman. You'll find her. Trust me." "Do you need some help with that, ma'am?" She smiled. "Why, yes, I do." I sat up then finished unbuttoning her blouse and carefully slipped it from her shoulders and arms. She wore a black, lacy bra that pushed her breast upward-- each breast looked to be the size of an orange. I could see no tan line yet. "The hook is right here in front," she said and faced me. She wanted me to release her assets and I would be right in front of them as they sprang free. My hands actually trembled a little as I fumbled with the bra hook. But finally it was undone and I slowly and carefully opened her bra up to reveal a perfect pair of almost C-cup tits that were firm, semi-spherical and capped by small areola and a smaller nipple that barely raised itself above the cone. There were no tan lines at all. The thought of her going at least topless stoked my fires even more. "They're beautiful," I whispered. "You're too kind." "May I kiss them?" She smiled and leaned closer to me. I planted a big kiss on first one then the other. She grabbed the back of my head and I took that as a sign that she wanted me to suck and nibble and lick those precious orbs. I tongued one then sucked on the other. Back and forth and sometimes kissing each and leaving a trail of kissed between the two. While my mouth played with her tits, my hands spent some time rubbing her back and feeling her great little ass through her pants. My cock was becoming harder and harder and leaking pre-cum profusely. Finally she shuddered and leaned hard against me as she gasped and panted. I was very surprised. I never knew that a woman could cum very from mere breast stimulation. I stopped sucking and just held her tightly with my face pressed up against the soft skin of her tits. "Darrin, that was so good!" she finally said. "I haven't had a quickie like that in quite a while." "I didn't know breasts alone could do that." "Not always, but sometimes. I think I was worked up by kything with you and feeling the energies that you've had." She slowly slid down to her knees making sure to scrape her tits over my dick on the way down. "Now it's your turn. Enjoy!" Then she exhaled softly on my dick and cupped my balls with her hand as she wrapped her other hand around my shaft. The effect was immediate. I moaned and my dick jumped and felt like it grew another size and a half. With the one hand holding my shaft, she began a slow, methodical stroke up and down. With the hand that held my nuts, she gently rubbed them and massaged them in her hand. Then she lowered her mouth over my highly sensitized dick and enveloped the head. Her tongue snaked downward a ways to tantalize more of the shaft. I knew that there was no way on planet earth that I could hold out long against such exquisite sensations. I reached out to touch her, to somehow communicate that what she was doing was so incredible. My hand found her back and the ribs along her side. I traced them down to feel her tit hanging below her chest and squeezed. It was such an incredible sensation to feel her perfect orange-size tit resting in the palm of my hand. That and the continued oral ministrations on my dick pushed me over the edge. I gasped and said unintelligible syllables. I know that I squeezed her tit and thrust my hips and dick upward into her mouth. She pulled back a little but kept her mouth firmly in place over my now erupting dick head. Three, four, five volleys fired off, then a couple of lesser spasms and finally one brief shudder. I was spent. That was the best blow job that I had ever had. Period. I opened my eyes finally and saw her licking her lips. I glanced down but there was no jism to be seen anywhere. There was no cleanup necessary! "Brooke, that was incredible. Would you be my girlfriend?" "I'm your friend, Darrin," she said then kissed my partially erect dick. "But I'm an empath. That wouldn't be fair to you. I would know everything you're thinking or at least feeling, and you would barely know what's on my mind unless I told you. No," she shook her head. "I am waiting to find a fellow empath. We will certainly make beautiful music together." "But, couldn't you just try?" She kissed my dick again. "I think you're post-orgasmic drunk. Wake up tomorrow morning and think about it correctly." She sat up and swallowed the rest of her port. "It's almost eleven o'clock. I need to get home." I struggled to sit up. "I can't believe it's that late." "Time flies when you're kything, doesn't it?" She found her bra and quickly slipped it back on. I felt a pang of disappointment as her tits disappeared from view. "Don't worry, silly. I'll still be around, but I think that you'll get a real girlfriend soon enough. Okay?" I nodded. "You're tired and had a long week. Just lay back and close your eyes. I'll let myself out. I'll be by to see you in a couple of days or perhaps I'll see you at the store." She pulled her shirt on then began buttoning. I was unnaturally tired. Neither port nor wine had never swung me for a loop like that before. I was going to protest but ended up being mesmerized by watching her bra ensconced tits disappear from view as she finished buttoning her shirt. "Good night, Darrin. This has been an incredible evening. I hope that you enjoyed it too." "I did. But will you really send women by me tomorrow?" "I will. You watch and you think about each of them. You'll know who's best." She bent over me and kissed my lips. "You really are a very sweet man. We'll get you a proper girlfriend. Okay?" I smiled and nodded. That really was a pleasant proposition. "Good night," she said and draped a nearby afghan over me. "Night," I whispered. She kissed me once again and touched my eyes. I heard the door open and close but fell asleep and couldn't care less about whether it was properly locked or not. I had vague, strange dream about sex and girlfriends and sex and Brooke and sex. In the middle of the night I suddenly woke up and was no longer stupefied. "The door! I have to make sure the door is locked!" I got up quickly and went to the front door and was very confused to see that it was locked already. There was no way that someone could lock it from the outside without a key. I went back to the front room and found my jeans. No, my keys were still in my jeans' pocket. I explored the rest of the house and saw that all was locked and in its proper place. There was no way that anyone without a key could have left the place and left it locked. I sat down on the couch again and stared at the two glasses--one empty and one nearly so--as well as the bottle of port. The candles had been extinguished and my jazz music had long since been turned off. "Was this all a dream I asked myself." That's when I noticed a small slip of paper near the port. I picked it up and read, "Believe. It really happened." "She was here!" I whispered to the room. "But how did she get out?" I shook my head the downed the rest of the contents of the almost empty glass. "What the hey!" I muttered then took the bottle and downed a sizable gulp before setting it back down. I looked at the clock--almost two in the morning. "And I don't even know her last name!" I whispered aloud in amazement. I slowly aimed myself for bed and ascended the stairs. I did not finish undressing, but that hardly mattered since I was still naked from the waist down. Sleep came quickly but troubled as I dreamt many things involving Brooke and some new girlfriend. All of it sexy, but most of it weird and vaguely troubling. I slept long and hard. To be continued... NOTE: This story was written by a Kristen's Board Author. If you want to contact this author you will need to go to www.kristensboard.com and create an account. You can access the board without an account, you just can't post anything without one. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 82