Message-ID: <4368eli$9709251454@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: DevoSpudC Subject: "Invisible Girlfriend, Part 2" (m/f, supernatural) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <342A56B1.6156@ix.netcom.com> ************************************************************** [Begin Standard Disclaimer]: If you're under 18, go away. There are plenty of more constructive things you can do than read naughty stories. Go read a classic novel instead. Clean your room. Vacuum the cat. Do homework. Then, if you're still interested, you can email me when you turn eighteen. Send me your measurements and phone number, and I'll be more than happy to... [Disclaimer Terminated] ************************************************************** Oh well. On to the story... Invisible Girlfriend Part 2 Chaz returned to wakefulness slowly. He detected the soft glow of daylight through his eyelids, but he kept his eyes closed as he pondered the strange events of the past two days. The whole experience was bizarre, yet wonderful at the same time. It was like being lost in a dream. With a smile he rolled onto his side, opening his eyes and reaching out to caress his unusual lover's cheek. It wasn't there. Neither was she, in fact, either by sight or by touch. He felt a moment of panic, but his fears quieted as his sleep-muddled brain began to work. "She's probably just in the bathroom again," he muttered, briefly wondering when he'd decided to start talking to himself. He stood and padded off toward the bathroom, pausing only to pull on a pair of briefs. The door was open; the bathroom empty. Not that he could see her anyway if she was still naked, he thought, but she usually made *some* noise to give her away. "Kylee?" He called, beginning to worry. He walked quickly to the top of the stairs. What if she'd decided to go exploring and fallen down the steps? She knew they were there, but she could have slipped... As Chaz descended, he heard the sound of quiet laughter coming from the kitchen. With a wash of relief, he recognized Kylee's voice, but was puzzled when he heard his uncle's. "Would you like more cereal, my dear?" Chaz rounded the corner to see his uncle Rob and the empty jogging suit sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a breakfast of Fruity Puffs and toast. "More zereal," Kylee answered brightly. "Sure." "Uncle Rob?" Chaz asked, totally at a loss to explain why his uncle was acting like having breakfast with an invisible girl was the most normal thing in the world to do. "It's about time you woke up," his uncle said. "I thought you were going to sleep all day." Chaz saw that a place was already set for him, and he sat down in confusion. "Chas?" An arm of the sweater moved tentatively in his direction. He caught her hand and squeezed it warmly, then let go as he remembered his uncle. "Can you please tell me what's going on?" He asked, looking his gray-haired uncle in the eyes. "Did you know she was coming?" "I suppose so," uncle Rob answered with a shrug. "But I didn't expect her so soon." "You knew about her then?" Chaz glanced over at where a mouthful of Fruity Puffs was being busily compacted in midair. "Who is she?" He asked, his mind packed with unanswered questions. "Where is she from? How the hell did she get here?" His uncle leaned back in his chair, unfolding a newspaper and beginning to read the front page. Just when Chaz was certain that he was being ignored, his uncle spoke. "Your great grandfather was a very spiritual man, Chaz. The spot where this house stands was once Lakota holy ground, did you know that?" Chaz shook his head slowly, his imagination sparked. Was she some kind of ghost? "Lakota?" Kylee asked, her voice muffled by a hovering slice of toast. "Yes, my dear, the Lakota." Uncle Rob confirmed. Chaz stared at her, or rather *through* her, wondering if she knew that name or had just been repeating it. His uncle continued, still reading his paper as if he were talking about nothing more exciting than what he'd had for lunch yesterday. "The Lakota had a legend about what they called 'storm spirits;' unseen beings that would appear during thunderstorms and play tricks on the unwary. Your great- grandfather was convinced that this legend was true, and he became obsessed with trying to capture one of these beings." Chaz listened attentively, hanging on every word. He was spellbound by his uncle's story, especially since one of the main characters was probably sitting next to him at that very moment. "So did he?" Chaz asked, unable to contain his suspense. His uncle nodded slowly and took a sip from his coffee mug. "It took him twenty years, but he finally caught one." "Was it... was he like Kylee?" "Yes, I believe so. It was also a 'she,' in fact, and 'she' eventually became your great grandmother." Chaz stared at his uncle in disbelief. He didn't doubt his story; how could he when the evidence was sitting right next to him drinking orange juice? But he just couldn't believe how his uncle could be so calm telling him that his great grandmother had been an alien or some being from another dimension. "Did she eventually turn visible?" His uncle shrugged. "I don't know. I never saw a picture of her, and both of them passed away before I was born." Chaz frowned. That wasn't much help. "What should I do now? She's blind and invisible and probably trapped here forever." The fact that she might be stuck there for good didn't really bother him, but she couldn't be very happy being in the dark all the time. "Well, I know someone that might be able to help," Rob said, putting his newspaper down and draining the last of his coffee. "He not very easy to get a hold of, though. Why don't you two get cleaned up after you're done eating, and in the meantime I'll see if I can get in touch with him." The hissing spray of the shower arched down towards Chaz's stomach, but he only felt an indirect spattering of droplets as the stream was interrupted in midair by an invisible set of shoulders. The cascading water slid down in tiny rivulets, revealing the glistening outline of a tall and slender form. Watching this, he found that he didn’t mind in the slightest that his guest was soaking up all the hot water. "Sho-wer," Kylee told him, tugging happily at his arm. She’d seemed to have been somewhat puzzled when he had led her naked into the bathroom, but once he guided her beneath the warm spray, she had giggled excitedly and started flicking water at him. Though he still felt somewhat shy, he had opted to strip and join her before he got soaked anyway. He probably needed a shower more than she did, and he was also afraid that she might slip and fall, being unable to see the limits of the tub. "Soap." He pressed the slippery bar to her hand, and she felt it for a moment before rubbing the suds along his arm. An idea quickly took shape in his head, and he began to lather the soap between his hands. "Zoap," she repeated. "Zoap zoap zoap." He grinned. She seemed to be in particularly good spirits this morning. She’d even had a fourth bowl of Fruity Puffs, which, if last night had been any indication, meant that he was probably going to get quite a bit of exercise that day. Taking the soap, he began to lather up her shoulders. Kylee went limp and leaned against his hands as he rubbed along the juncture of her neck and collarbone. She was facing toward him, and he felt his hands shake a little as he moved slowly downward, sliding his soapy hands along the curve of her smooth breasts. "Mmm," she sighed, shivering slightly as his thumb brushed against her nipple. Chaz gently kneaded her tits, marveling at the way they filled his hands completely. There was a ghostly touch on his waist, and he felt her fingertips trace up his ribs and over the front of his chest. Her thumbs found his nipples, which were stiff with the chill of being out of the warm spray for so long. A wave of exciting tingles spread out through his chest at the contact, and he wondered if that was how it felt to her. He began to soap up her stomach and hips, unable to take his eyes off her as her body took on a more distinct shape beneath the suds. She giggled as his hands slid down her legs, and after she was well-coated, Chaz stood back for a moment and stared. The baggy sweats hadn’t done her justice. She had a very impressive figure; long-legged and slender with widely flaring hips. Or ‘breeding hips,’ as his dad might say. Chaz finished washing her front with a long, gentle lathering of the soft curls between her thighs. She held onto his shoulders tightly as if having difficulty standing, even through he never touched any of her more sensitive areas. When he was done, he took her arms and slowly turned her around to rinse off the soap. As she moved, her thigh brushed against his hard-on, and he felt her fingers close around it for a moment before she let it go with a contented sigh. He slid his hands down over her stomach, not so much to help the soap wash off, but just because he couldn’t seem to keep his hands away from her. Her body pressed back against his, and as his cock pressed into the silky flesh of her buttock Chaz found himself thinking again about how bizarre this all was. Here he was in the shower with a girl’s naked ass rubbing against his crotch and her firm tits cupped in his hands, but to anyone else it would just look like a young man with a boner fondling empty air. Despite the antics of the previous night, he was finding that his first co-gender shower experience was turning him on beyond words. He slowly slid his right hand down her stomach and between her thighs, smiling as he felt her shift her legs further apart to give him easier access. After only a few tender strokes of her shower-wet labia, he began to feel a extra slickness on his fingers that was neither soap nor water. Kylee’s body began to shudder in his arms, and he held her around the stomach with his free hand to steady her as he continued to carefully wash the swelling lips of her invisible pussy. A better way of bathing that particular area suddenly occurred to him, and he let go and gently turned her around again before dropping down to his knees. It wasn’t quite as chilly in this position as more of the shower spray hit him as it fell between her legs, but he hardly noticed it as he brought his mouth into contact with the wet folds of flesh between her thighs. She gasped at the initial touch, then moaned loudly as he began to flick his tongue over her warm and slippery labia. He heard the wet squeak of her hand slipping against the wall as she tried to steady herself, and Chaz reached around her hips to support her as he lovingly kissed her pussy. She tasted good but slightly tangy, probably from the deposits that he'd made the previous night. He decided that a thorough tongue bath was in order. He felt the stiff nub of her clit against his lips, and after a few moments of licking and sucking at her lips, he flicked his tongue over it lightly. She responded by groaning urgently and thrusting her hips forward against his face. He felt her fingers slide through his damp hair, then her hands tightened into fists as he began fluttering his tongue over the nub of her clitoris. Her whole body began to shake, and Chaz had to hold onto her tightly to keep her from slipping in the tub. She whimpered loudly, her hands clenching painfully in his hair as her whole body went rigid for a moment, then relaxed like a deflating balloon. He felt her slide down through his arms to a sitting position, her breath coming in shuddering gasps. "You like?" He asked, though he was fairly sure that he could guess the answer. She didn’t reply, however, at least not with words. Her fingers framed his face, and seeming to use that for aim, she pressed her damp lips against his in a more soulful kiss than Chaz could ever have imagined. He was dimly aware of her fingers grasping his cock, squeezing and tugging very slowly at it as he moved his arms around her neck. Very suddenly he felt the surge of an orgasm rising up in his groin. Chaz felt so enthralled by her kissing that he surrendered to it, groaning into her mouth as his cock tensed in her hand and began spurting. After the second jet she pulled away, breaking the kiss with a wet smacking sound. She mumbled something that sounded regretful, but began to tug a little harder on his erupting shaft, squeezing and milking out the last of his sperm. Chaz had closed his eyes the instant he'd started to come, but a quiet giggle caused him to open them again. Two gobby strings of his semen hung suspended in midair a short distance from the bottom of the tub, and he reached over to find that he had scored a direct hit on her pubes. Damn, he thought with a smile, and he’d worked so hard to clean them. Her hand left his softening penis, and he watched as the pearly lines smeared and spread as she rubbed his spooge into her pubic hair like some kind of conditioner. He shivered, then realized that the hot water was quickly running out. He stood and managed to finish washing her back before the water got too cold. After a brisk soaping, he rinsed himself and turned the shower off. Kylee seemed to have no trouble drying herself, and again Chaz found himself wishing that he could see her. He had already formed a mental picture of her face; youthful, fair skinned, and pretty. Deep down, though, he didn't really care if she was good looking or not. He forgot all about appearances as she found his neck with her hands, then looped her towel around his neck and pulled him toward her with a soft giggle. The feel of her soft, moist lips on his cured him of any anxiousness, and he kissed her for a long moment before breaking away to get dressed. He wondered who his uncle's mysterious friend was. Chaz had a sudden mental image of a weird old Indian dressed in deerskins dancing around a fire. Smiling, he led Kylee back to his room to see if he could find some clean clothes for her to wear. He might not have any deerskins, but he did have a pair of loose-fitting green slacks and a Metallica T-shirt... *** The End *** (for now, anyway) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /