Message-ID: <28163asstr$978466202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200101020021.TAA16149@asstr-mirror.org> From: solsticehyp@hotmail.com (Solstice) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-transfer-encoding: 8bit Subject: {ASSM} New story: Solstice, "Transition" ( FF hyp rom ) Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2001 15:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Author's note: Only you know if it's legal and proper for you to read erotic literature, so only you bear responsibility for your reading beyond this point. My posting this story to the Internet conveys no license with respect to copyright. Contact me about possible permissions. Transition Copyright (C) 2000 the author writing as Solstice All rights reserved solsticehyp@hotmail.com Molly gave me this diary shortly before her death. Except for deleting references that might hint at the identity of its author, I've left the text intact. A few of the dates don't jibe; perhaps some of the entries were written from memory after the fact. Any linguistic anomalies are in the original. Molly: if you're where I hope you are, please leave God alone. We need Her undivided attention down here. Solstice, December 2000 --- October 12, [year deleted], Sheraton Logan, Boston MA. The flight from [city deleted] was smooth if you don't count a two-hour layover at [city deleted]. On the plane I sat next to the nicest woman. Her name is Molly Wrobel. She's about as old as Mom would have been by now but really pretty. She's a psychologist at some sort of research facility here. She said she might be able to help me find a place to stay. I'll call her tomorrow. Right now I need a good night's sleep. I dozed on the plane, but I'm exhausted anyway. Go figure. October 13, [district deleted], Boston. Molly must be doing all right. She has a great apartment in one of the ritziest parts of Boston. She's letting me stay here till I find a place of my own. Things are lot more expensive than I budgeted for, but Molly says she'll take Friday off and help me look for something. What a neat gal. Thing is, she's only got the one double bed. I feel funny about sharing because we barely know each other, but we'll try it tonight and see how it works out. October 14. Imagine sleeping in a featherbed under a down comforter in a roomful of antiques! Molly couldn't be more gracious. I feel completely at home with her. She actually sang me to sleep last night with that charming British accent, and I never stirred until she woke me this morning. I spent the day with a realtor, but everything is small and expensive unless I settle for an hour's commute by subway (they call it the "T") from the suburbs. I really want to be closer to the city so I don't have to make a long trip home if I work late or go out with a guy. Molly says things will work out. I hope she's right. October 16. Another discouraging day yesterday. Nothing available, and even if I find my own apartment near the school, it'll cost me over half my salary! I traipsed all over Boston and came back to Molly's place pooped. She made supper (yum!). I got really sleepy while we were talking at the table. She's such a dear, she wasn't mad at all. She brushed my hair and helped me into my nightie. (She sleeps in the buff! She's so at ease with her body. I envy her.) I slept until the sun woke me this morning, so I'm writing this at breakfast. Today we'll go looking together. Happy, happy, happy! We looked all day and still couldn't find anything, so Molly has invited me to stay here with her! I asked her how much it would cost and she said I could stay for free if I'd take over the housework and maybe cook now and then. What a perfect solution. It means I'm close to everything, but most of all it means Molly and I will be buddies. I'm so lucky to know her. She's like a mother and a best friend in one. I can talk to her about anything. October 19. I missed a few days writing, but nothing much happened anyway. It turned chilly Friday night, so we stoked up the fireplace Saturday morning and just stayed in all weekend. We brought in the comforter from the bedroom and snuggled under it on the couch in front of the fire. We talked and we daydreamed and we dozed. Sometimes she fussed with my hair or unkinked my shoulders. By the time Sunday evening rolled around (so fast!) I'd told her my whole life story, I guess. Today was my first day at [school name deleted]. I'm the Math Department's secretary. That will be a challenge. Math is a mystery to me. Molly says she knows a way to improve my memory so I'll pick things up faster. Is she a treasure or what? Love that woman. October 20. Tonight Molly will teach me a way to remember things easily. She says it's a technique she's working on in her research. She doesn't discuss her work much. I think maybe it's classified or something, so I'm grateful she trusts me with it. Tough break: she fell at the office this afternoon and hurt her arm. The doctor told her to rest it for a few days. She's asked me if I'll help her shampoo tomorrow morning. I said yes, of course. It's the least I can do. October 21. Boy, did I sleep last night! Molly was telling me about the memory technique and I just corked off and never knew a thing until she woke me at 6. And the shampoo? It turns out she does it in the shower! At first I thought I'd be embarrassed to be in the shower with her, but I wore yesterday's undies and it seemed as natural as anything even though they went transparent when they got wet. Her hair isn't especially long, so it was a quick job. It's a tiny shower stall, though, so it was pretty tight for the two of us. We kept having to squeeze by each other. I'm sure glad we're friends! Haha. October 22. Molly's arm was worse this morning. I think she slept on it wrong or something. She tried to shower on her own, but before long she called to me and asked if I'd help. She let me soap her all over. She has a really nice body for her age. Her breasts don't droop much, and while I was working on them her nips got really hard. And she shaves down there! I thought, gosh if I were a guy that'd be a real turn-on. She was grateful and promised to return the favor if I ever need it. Maybe I'll fake a sore arm. Haha. October 23. Molly's feeling better, so my shower duty is over. I'm glad I could help. She's done so much for me, I'm happy to pitch in, even if it means doing things I wouldn't dream of doing for anyone else. Things are going well at school. Everyone's impressed by how quickly I'm learning the ropes. I don't tell them about Molly's memory trick. It would be hard to explain. There's this teacher, G [name deleted], who keeps coming on to me. He's about my age and pretty good looking. I don't know, I'm not really interested in getting involved just yet. I'm too new here, and besides I've got Molly. October 24. The darnedest thing: I woke up this morning on Molly's side of the bed. She says I came back from the bathroom and got into the wrong side. I don't even remember getting up to go. We were pretty well tangled up. She was a good sport about it. I'm not sure, but I think she talks in her sleep. Sometimes as I'm drifting off, I sort of hear muttering. I was going to ask her about it, but that's silly. How would she know if she's talking in her sleep? It's no big deal anyway. I made breakfast in bed for her, to make up for having been a nuisance. We both work pretty hard during the week, so we loll around on the weekends and just enjoy being together. She wears suits to her office, but at home she dresses very informally. On the weekends she spends mornings in nothing but her robe. Sometimes it falls open and I can see everything she's got, what with the shaving and all. When she catches me looking, she just smiles and goes back to whatever she's doing. I used to be up tight about my body, actually about sex in general. Living with Molly is good for me, very liberating. October 25. I went to bed for a nap this afternoon, and I deliberately chose Molly's side. I was surprised to find it smells different from mine. I spent a lot of time with my face buried in her pillow, and once I even skootched down between the sheets to smell there. I never thought much about how women smell. Men smell different from one another, I know that. Some I like, some I don't. But no one has a smell like Molly's. I think I could get drunk on it. I woke up around suppertime to find her in bed on my usual side, propped up on her elbow and grinning at me. We both started laughing and couldn't stop for the longest time. When we finally settled down, I saw something strange in her eyes. She leaned forward slowly and brought her lips to mine. I started to pull away; but as her hair fell around our faces, her incredible smell was everywhere and we kissed for real. I didn't know what to expect. I was really tense. Maybe she sensed it, because she broke the kiss off and rolled back to the other side of the bed. She stared at the ceiling and said nothing. I don't know what's going on or where it will lead, but I wouldn't miss it for anything. October 27. Yesterday I told G to buzz off. Molly and I went to bed right after supper and lay there just gazing into each other's eyes. She has beautiful eyes. They make me dizzy. After a while she reached up with her fingertips and lowered my lids. I don't know what happened after that, but wow, did I have dreams! Haha. When I showered this morning I thought my hands smelled like Molly. Maybe I was over on her side of the bed again, but she didn't mention it. I suppose she wouldn't want to embarrass me. What a darling. After supper we went to a little shop off Charles Street to pick out Halloween costumes. She says there aren't many kids in the neighborhood, but she likes to dress up as a treat for the ones that do come by. She rented a Vampira outfit. She looks terrific in it. For me she bought a French maid's costume. It's awfully skimpy. She says I can wear a bodysuit with it for Halloween and then use it as-is when I clean the apartment. She's serious. What the heck; I'm staying here for nothing, and a little oo-la-la won't hurt if it gives her pleasure. October 28. [Editor's note: this diary page is X'ed out and scribbled over. I've reconstructed it as fully as possible.] I got home before Molly and picked up the mail. There was this weird magazine, [name of journal deleted]. I leafed through it. It was mostly research reports and conference [unintelligible line] of hypnotized people. And then I saw a letter about an article in a previous issue. The article was called "Hypnosis Unaware" and it was by Molly Wrobel of [institution's name deleted]. My Molly! The letter writer claimed Molly's research was bogus, that hypnosis couldn't possibly work the way she'd described. I didn't understand everything in her rebuttal, but it sure seemed to me she knew [several unintelligible words] it to her at supper and asked if she could hypnotize me. I've always thought it sounded like fun. She said it wasn't for fun, so I dropped the subject. But wow, my Molly is famous! Imagine her staring [several unintelligible words] around like a zombie. Haha. October 29. I fell asleep while Molly was brushing my hair last night. I don't remember going to bed, and I woke up tired this morning. I can't imagine what I was thinking when I scribbled that nonsense yesterday. I can't read a word of it. It's like it's in a foreign language. I can see the letters, but they don't form words. Why did I write gibberish? It's a little scary. Molly seemed edgy today, as if she was mad at herself. I don't know why. It's not like her. I asked her about it while we were getting ready for bed. She held me very close and said she was sorry. She started crying and talking about how she'd done something terrible to me and how sorry she was and could I ever forgive her? I couldn't get her to tell me what she'd done wrong. I'd never seen her so utterly miserable. She went on and on, and pretty soon we were both crying and I didn't have the tiniest idea why. I did the only thing I could think of. I kissed her. Hard. It wasn't a "Mommy Kiss And Make Better" thing. Maybe it started that way, but it turned into more. I bit her lip and forced her mouth open. When I slipped my tongue inside, it triggered something in her. Her nipples nearly popped out my back. She dropped her hands to my buttocks and rubbed our crotches together really fast and hard. She was red hot and it was spreading to me. Dear God, I've never be so ready for someone in all my life. Every feeling I'd ever had toward her burst into flames. When I stopped to catch my breath, she literally threw me onto the bed and came down on me with our faces at each other's pussy. She did things to me no man ever did. I tried to take my cue from her and keep pace, but she got so far ahead of me that all I could do was laugh and scream and cry and gasp until I caught fire and exploded. I waved my arms and arched my back and pounded my head and beat my fists. And when my convulsions and screaming were over, all I could say was, "Again...." October 30. We didn't go to work today. I didn't hear what excuse Molly gave her secretary, but I told the head of the Math Department I wouldn't be in because I was fucking my landlady. Molly laughed and I laughed and we went at each other for the zillionth time. The handset was still dangling, so I expect he believed me. I came to on the bed, tingling in places I didn't know I had places and smelling bacon. I stumbled to the kitchen and saw Molly looking quite fetching in just an apron. We ate naked and broke into fits of schoolgirl giggles each time our eyes met. Afterward we spread a blanket in front of the fireplace and lay on our backs in a kind of open-face 69 for the afternoon, touching and kissing whatever was within range whenever we found the strength. We ate a sandwich at suppertime, fell into bed, and slept in each other's arms. I've never been happier. October 31. Molly walked around all morning with an impish little grin. I ironed our costumes and panicked when I remembered I had no bodysuit to go with my maid outfit. I was about to rush out the door when she spilled the beans. There won't be any neighborhood children this evening. She's invited a couple of women who used to live with her like I do. I'll finish this page tomorrow. Right now I'm learning to look coquettish with a feather duster and a smile and damned little more. --- Transition Copyright 2000 the author writing as Solstice All rights reserved. solsticehyp@hotmail.com Rev 001229 2336 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+