Unintended Intruder - 08
From
across the sea there were mountains, and high above all things where nests. Among
these high places, above cities and clouds, lived majestic monsters. So grand
were they, that the whole of the world feared them. So awesome to behold, that
they were hunted to the last. But once upon a time, a single clutch survived. Some
were smashed, others were hidden, and after a time they faded off into the land
of dreams. Atop
mountainous heights, at hallowed hew, Lurked
majestic monsters from eggs which grew.Once
earthen bound, then ranging the sky,Once
mythic tale, now fabled lie.From
timeless places, of ever sleep,Rise
up from dreaming, your children keep. Abigale
burst from her slumber and rushed to the bathroom where she began puking
harshly. The fire in her belly wretched out of her, clenching muscles and
projecting bile until at last she settled back on her knees and tried to catch
her breath."Fucking
morning sickness," she muttered, knowing it was only a matter of time before
this whole thing got the better of her. "Holy baby-bump!" She shouted as she
leaned back and looked down at the small bulge in her stomach. There was a bump
about the size of a child's head pressing against the inside of her skin."Good
thing I decided to keep you," she chuckled as she rubbed her belly. A cooing
sound was almost audible in her mind. An odd sensation tickled inside of her
like a kitten turning a half-dozen times before curling up and then settling.The
clock said 2pm, and she realized there was not sure how she had gotten into her
bed. A quick walk-through her apartment confirmed the lack of Terry, but she
discovered a sticky-note attached to a recently rinsed out milk carton: Sorry got hungry.See you at the store! Terry P.S.
You're out of milk. A
smug smirk stayed on her face as she donned her favorite robe and moved to her
window to peer out at the gray of a storm. She wondered what near and uncertain
future awaited her and this new life. Would he be normal? Would she birth a
monster into the world?The
questions dragged her away from the window onto the smooth leather cushions of
her couch, but this did not squelch the movement of her inner muscles. A light
gasp emitted from her lips like a gentle snowflake, causing her hand to
settling upon a hardened nipple. A multitude of gentle twists drew blood to the
surface and soon her other hand was breaching the lower folds of her robe. The
easy rubbing increased her breathing, tightened her muscles, then released a
trickle of honey which soaked the back of her robe with a strong smelling
sweetness.The
condition of her body made her bouts of ecstasy worse, but she was so sore that
she did not want to engage in any more of this type of activity. I need to lay off the sex for the rest of
the day. No sooner had she thought this then her passenger seemed to dig
into her with a hard bout of desire which made her curse."Un-hand
me child!" she gasped as she curled her legs to her chest. "You've gotten all
you want! Can't you just be a good boy for a little while? Just a little
while?"The
sensation settled but the sound of her cellphone forced her to stand. A few
paces later she gripped the chirping device and clicked the green button."Yeah?""So
how'd it go?" Marcy's voice asked with eager enthusiasm."Oh
... great!""Well,
Terry can barely walk," Marcy said with a chuckle, "so I'm guessing it's better
than great!""Marcy,"
Abigale sighed as she lay back onto her bed, "I'm really sore and extra
pregnant.""Extra
pregnant?" Marcy paused to laugh and Abigale braced for whatever joke her
friend was preparing for her. "There aren't that many stages here. I kinda
figured it was one of those black or white things. You either are or you aren't!"
Marcy began laughing but Abigale could manage only a weak chuckle. "Dang, girl
... you really are tired.""Ya,"
Abigale sighed. "It's really working fast. I've got a baby-bump.""Already?""Yeah,"
Abigale chuckled as she looked down and began to absently stroke her
mid-section, "looks like I'm a few months into it.""Damn,"
Marcy giggled. "Well, do you mind if I borrow Terry? Or do you want to be
there?""Uhm
..." Abigale paused and thought of whether she wanted to be there or not. A
slight pain of jealousy seemed to sizzle through her but she could not tell
which one she was more jealous toward. Part of her sizzled at the idea of
another woman touching Terry, but she also wanted to kick Terry's ass when she
thought of him impregnating her old friend and new lover. "Maybe I should be
there, Marcy. I might never get another chance like this one.""Too
true," Marcy told her. "Threesomes are a very rare event, in real life." A
dramatic sigh released from her lips which concerned Abigale."What's
wrong?""I
hate to say it, Abbs, but I'm not really looking forward to this.""But,"
she blinked in confusion, "I thought you liked the idea!""Of
being a mom," Marcy told her, "and being with you ... but ...""It's
alright," Abigale told her in a soothing tone. "Everything will be alright.""I
know ... it's not that," Marcy told her and then she took a deep breath. "I'm
just not too keen on the idea of letting a man into me like this. I mean,
Terry's so pretty even I think he's cute ... but I mean ... you know I'm a lesbian,
right?""Oh,"
Abigale started, biting her lip at how she had somehow forgotten that detail. "Yeah,
I know.""I
don't mean Bi, Abbs," Marcy added emphatically. "I mean gay! True gay! I don't
like men at all!""So
... you really need me to be there," Abigale realized out loud."You're
damn right I need you there!" her lover spat. "This isn't just a passing phase
for me. I want to feel you pressed against me when I'm getting all spermed up. Otherwise
...""Alright,
Love, alright!" Abigale giggled and then realized the word which had just
slipped from her mouth. A small smile returned to her face as she listened to
the silence on the other end of the line. With that said, she decided to test
out another line. "I love you, Marcy." It felt right ... it felt very right."I
love you too, Abbs," Marcy finally managed to say, the sound of a sniff
strained her voice as she obviously tried not to cry. "Oh ... I love you so much
... I ... I'll see ya tonight!"Then
the line went dead. **** *DING
"Hey, Rachel.""Hey, Terry.""How you been?""Great! I ... oh ... my God!""I know," Terry said after he took a dramatic sigh, "I look like I've
been mauled by a grizzly.""What happened?""A wild woman and a passionate night," he told her with a grin. Rachel's
look of excitable horror turned into a lustful grin which she took with her
into the video isle. The fish mirror in the corner told him she was touching
herself quietly, causing his ego to swell.He never understood what it was about a man becoming sexier, to
women, when he was freshly laid. He guessed it had something to do with the
release of pheromones, but he had also been told that women only thought a man
was worthy if he had the approval of another woman. As soon as the man was cast
aside, he was only a man once more ... and within a matter of days he lost that
special something was lost.DING
"Hey, Boss.""Hey, Terry.""How's your night?""Great ..." Marcy began to answer him but then she stopped and a
wild grin began to form."I know ... I know ..." he told her dramatically, "I look like I've
been mauled by a grizzly.""Damn, boy," Marcy commented with a laugh, "she cougared you
good.""Yeah ... she did." Terry's grin was multi-level. He knew Marcy
wanted Abigale in the worst way. It was something she had lamented on when it
was only the two of them. Now, a twinge of guilt rippled through him until
Marcy stepped into his personal space and began to examine his wounds. "Uhm ...""Dang, even her teeth marks are sexy," she muttered almost to
herself."Yeah ...""I want some," she whined and then let her lips form into a pout."Should I call you next time?" Terry chuckled. "Maybe you could join
us.""Awe ... would you?" Marcy asked in a dramatic tone. "I promise to
keep my cheering to a dull roar. I can't promise not to critique, though.""That would be awesome," Terry managed to say as he laughed. "I
don't think Abby's into voyeurism, though.""You should ask her," Marcy told him with a sly look in her eyes
that knew things he did not. "She's been liberating herself a lot lately and
might be into more than you think." ***** A few days later, Terry took Abigale on a date. A real
date. Dinner at a restaurant, a movie at the theater, and a goodnight kiss
which left him with a set of blue-balls which he furiously expelled with the
help of a video he'd bought at work. As he lay exhausted in bed, he began to
think about Abigale. Something had changed. She was always attractive, but she
had never dressed for it before. Then one day she suddenly began to look
younger, healthier, and then she came onto him like a whirling tornado. Part of
him figured it had something to do with a mid-life crisis of sorts ... but she
was so amazing.Terry had heard stories of younger men and older women. He'd
scoffed at such tales, knowing it was only right when the man was older, but
his tune had changed. This older woman was smart, sexy, and she knew things. Abigale
was not some inexperienced ditz who was slightly afraid of his penis. This was
a woman ... who knew what she wanted and was able to rock his world.Now I know why
they're called cougars.
His body felt like Rome after being sacked by the Vandals. Every
ache and bruise was a badge of honor. Something to show off and brag about ... but
he had not done so. He stood proudly in public, feeling the eyes of the women
on his skin, each one wondering what kind of wrathful goddess had ravaged his
soul. It was intoxicating.The Final Fantasy
victory tune played from his nightstand and he snatched it up before the second
part of the tune began.Beep"Hello?""Hi, handsome.""H-hi, Abby.""Are you free tomorrow?""I ... yeah," he stammered then he added, "I'm always free for you!""Do you think you'll be healed up by then?" Abigale asked him in a
tone that let Rome know that the Vandals had been spotted once more. "I've been
thinking about the other night ... and I'd like to phone a friend.""Uhm ... kay," Oh shit ... the
Vandals are inviting Attila along for this round of plundering!
"Do you like toys?" she continued. "I've got a few and I was
thinking we could use-""Abby," Terry interrupted, "why are we going out?""What?""Why are you into me?" he repeated. There was silence on the other
side of the line, so he took a deep breath and continued. "You're almost twice
my age ... I can't be that interesting. Am I just a piece of meat to you?" It had
all come out a lot harsher than he'd meant it too, but it was out there and now
he had to live with whatever the consequences might be. The sound of his own
breathing unnerved him as he anticipated the sudden termination of the call ... and
the relationship. But it did not come. As the moments dragged on, he dared
break the silence. "Abby?""I'm here," she said quietly."I'm sorry," he spoke softly but did not falter. "Can I please
have an answer?""Terry," she began but then stopped."I like you, Abby," he said when she hesitated. "I like you a lot.
That first night we were together was ... wow ... and I really liked our date ... but
I ... well ... I guess I just can't believe we're going out.""I know," her voice admitted without the courage he had been
hearing from her over the past week. "I'm scared too." It was the voice of the
old Abby. The one which was intimidated by the world and had not been laid in a
decade. "Terry ... you're sexy ... really sexy ... and I like you a lot. I don't know
if this is a long term thing ... but I like it. I like you. Please ... can we keep going
out? I love the feeling of you inside of me ... I ...""It's alright," Terry said as he felt the blood rush to both
heads. "I really like ... I'm really having a great time with you. Both in and
out of ... you."Abigale's laughter burst through the phone and he could not help
but join her."I never thought I'd be doing this with you," she admitted once
the noise had died down."I know," he agreed, "it's scary.""Yeah," her voice said but then a familiar silence hung on the
line."What are you thinking about?" he suddenly asked."Uhm ..." her voice quivered in a way he thought was adorable."Is it dirty?""Y-yeah," she admitted."Care to share?""Uhm ... well ... Marcy kinda ... uhm ...""Oh, God ... did she ask you about the voyeurism thing?" Her giggle
answered his question. "Oh, God.""I know. Right?""We should be used to that sort of thing from her," Terry lamented
with a smile."I know," Abigale agreed, "but I wasn't expecting it to sound so ...
hot.""Hot?""Yeah," her voice gained a dreamy quality which reignited his
wood. "I kinda like the idea of her watching ... from some closet or window ledge
... desperately fingering herself as she watches what she wants but can't really
have." A silence hung on the line as Terry slowly let out his breath. "Kinda
hot, huh?""It wasn't until you said it," he admitted with a nervous laugh."Well?""Well what?""Should I say yes?""Uh ..." Terry searched for words, but they failed as his brain,
stomach, and balls all seemed to scream different answers at once. There were
words in all of that noise but he felt like a sword-master who had just suddenly
drawn his blade and then accidentally dropped it onto the ground."Please?" Abigale asked and he felt his will crumble."If it's what you want," Terry heard himself saying. "If you're
comfortable with it.""Yeah ... I think so," she giggled again. "Wow ... this is so much
fun! Alright, I'll let her know!""Better call her on the phone," Terry warned as his brain began to
wrestle words back into his throat. "Her libido might accidentally maul you if
you say it in person.""Yeah," she laughed, "it might be messy."