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Archive name: echo.txt (M/F, fant)
Authors name: Stephanie Kay Buffman (address withheld)
Story title : Modern Day Echo
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Five-fifteen. Still time to make the bus if she
hurried. Laura quickened her pace as she made her way
through the park towards the Cayman Street bus stop.
She really wished she wasn't in such a rush, but alas,
such is life. She sighed as she adjusted her packages
in her arms. The sun shined brilliantly overhead. The
pigeons had all gathered about the statue of Narcissus
staring into the fountain that decorated the city park.
Laura stopped and stared. She had never really
taken time out of her day to look at the statue. In
spite of its weathered outer texture, he was truly
beautiful. She set her bags down on the steps of the
fountain and climbed up two more for a closer look.
The pigeons scattered as she crossed into their ter-
ritory. He was indeed spectacular, this Narcissus.
No wonder he fell in love with himself. The grayish
green marble was fading, but you could imagine that it
once gave the illusion of alabaster skin. His eyes
were deepset, and Laura imagined them to be dark green,
perhaps with flecks of gold. His lips were rosebuds,
and his hair, a thatch of golden curls. Laura was
baffled that she had never noticed it before. His
face bore a boyish smirk as he gazed into the water
to feast upon himself. She felt the need to touch it.
She reached her hand out, stretching her fingers
tentatively toward the statue. Her fingers grazed his
cheek and a hand clamped over hers. She looked up,
expecting to see a policeman hovering over her, but
there was no one there. She looked to her own hand
and realized it was covered by a young man's. He was
about 19, and bore an uncanny resemblance to the statue.
"hey!" she said. "What's the problem?"
"Nothing," he answered, face down. "I just saw you
looking at ...looking that way."
He looked into her eyes and she gasped.
"You...you...uhh...." she stammered. "Did..uhh...
you pose for that?"
She gestured toward the statue, and as she set her
gaze upon it, she realized there was nothing there.
"I guess you could say so..." he smirked.
"You mean...you..."
He nodded.
"But...but...can't anyone see you, like I am seeing
you now, I mean? Aren't the scientists and TV crews
going to bombard us at any moment?"
"No," he answered. "You are the only one who can
see me."
"Wow. How did this happen?"
"Well, I have loved myself for so long, and only
myself, and yet, when someone worships me as I worship
myself, I am allowed a bitter taste of true mutual
love."
"But..."
"Please..." he said. "Let's not talk anymore."
He kissed Laura's hand and moved to be next to her.
He slowly lifted her arm. He frowned as he examined
the clothing she wore. He was clad only in something
that could only be described as a mixture of a toga
and loincloth, cinched at the waist with gold braid.
He examined the clothing for a moment, then began tug-
ging at it.
Laura made no move to stop him. She didn't know
exactly how to react, so she just let him. He finally
tugged so hard that the flimsy cotton blouse tore. A
tear formed at the corner of his right eye.
"Laura," he said sorrowfully. "I broke it!"
"No, no, honey...you just ripped it. Look..."
She showed him how the buttons fastened and unfas-
tened. He was intrigued. He unfastened them all and
removed her shirt. She was not wearing a bra, and her
hard nipples stuck out from her small, firm breasts.
She felt the slight chill of the April breeze and
brought her arms up to shield her breasts.
Narcissus moved to her skirt next. Finding no
buttons, he tugged at it, and found it yielded wil-
lingly. Laura was scantily dressed in only her small
cotton panties. But not for long, he removed those too.
He then walked around to face her, standing her up.
He walked around her entire form, stopping to kiss the
sensitive areas on the back of her neck. Shivers ran
up and down her spine. With his hands. He began ex-
ploring her body. He let his palms caress her swollen
nipples as she moaned with delight. She turned herself
so she was facing him. She wanted him to be as naked
as she was. She felt so free.
She remembered where she was for a moment and looked
around. Mothers strolled by with carriages, men walked
dogs, children played, but no one seemed to notice any-
thing out of the ordinary. She put them out of her mind
and focused on her Narcissus.
He looked deep into her eyes as he lifted her arm
once again. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed
it gently, then moved on to kiss the entire length of
her arm... She let her head roll back and her eyes
close. There was something so passionate, and yet so
innocent about this man.
Narcissus took her hand and led her to the fountain.
He stepped in. She wondered for a moment if she could
get in trouble for that, but only for a moment did she
wonder before following him. The water was warm in
comparison to the wind. She trailed her fingers in it
as they walked to the rocks that adorned the center. He
sat Laura down and stroked her hair. He was still wear-
ing his makeshift robe. Sensing her arousal, he removed
it, and for the first time she gazed upon his erect
penis. It was beautiful, quite perfect in her eyes...
Narcissus soaked his robe in the water and wrung it
out. He let it trail across Laura's breasts, and then
began washing her with it. She had never been washed
by a man, and certainly not by a Greek hero of myth-
ology!
All at once he dropped the robe into the water and
kneeled in front of her. She closed her eyes as his
lips met hers. They were the sweetest candy she'd ever
tasted. It seemed like an eternity they just held on
like that. His hands began caressing her breasts, stop-
ping to circle her nipples gently. She hooked her right
hand in his hair and with her left she stroked his back.
The more aroused she got, the lighter his touch would be
making her want him even more. She began raking her
fingernails up and down his back, his kiss became more
fierce and he forced her back against the rocks. The
water from the fountain cascaded down on their naked-
ness. She felt his hardness against her, and wanted
him more and more. He let his hands move down to her
thighs. He lightly glided his nails over them. Laura
let out a little sigh.
His fingers kept teasing her, each time getting a
little closer to her pussy. Finally she could take no
more. She turned him over and began kissing him all the
way down his body. She licked and sucked on his ear-
lobes, breathed her way down his neck, teased his nip-
ples with her tongue, nibbled at his inner thigh...
Narcissus moaned in ecstasy.
With her right hand, she began massaging his hard
penis. She started by running her fingertips the length
of it, and then began breathing on it. She licked his
balls as she massaged the head. She had never felt so
free in her life. She then kissed it, running her
tongue along its underside. She opened her mouth and
took it in, rolling her tongue around it as she sucked.
With her left hand, she massaged the area right above
his scrotum, and she glided the fingernails of her right
along his inner thigh.
His body tensed and flexed as she sucked him, final-
ly he could take no more, and pulled her face away. He
pulled her to him and held her there for a moment. She
felt his heart beating in his chest. He began stroking
her buttocks and this turned her on again. The water
came in stronger waves now, only adding to the excite-
ment.
Boldly, she climbed on top of him and let her warm
pussy covered his shaft. She looked into his eyes, and
he stroked her cheek. She leaned forward to let him
suck on her nipples. Laura began moving her hips in a
circular motion...she felt him against her and loved it.
He grabbed her by the waist and positioned her. She
knew what was about to happen... It would seem absurd
to analyze it, so she just let it happen. She felt a
wave of dizziness wash over her as his penis entered her
vagina. Neither of them moved for a moment, and then
Laura began with slow, rhythmic movements. In the dis-
tance she could hear car horns, children laughing, dogs
barking, sirens blaring, but in her mind she could only
hear the pounding reverberations of passionate times and
distant places. The world shook, the water poured over
them, and Narcissus began thrusting his pelvis up to
meet hers.
Laura knew it wouldn't be long. She knew she was
about to come. She could feel the familiar sensations
invading her body. It was unlike any sexual experience
she had ever had. All her sexual knowledge began with
masturbating in dorm showers, and ended here...right
here.
As she neared the peak, her rhythms became erratic
and faster. He matched her with every move. She was
getting closer, closer... she reached that last moment
that everyone reaches before climax. That feeling of
strong elation and unreality. She threw her head back
and gasped as she felt herself clench and release...her
body racked with orgasm. Elation passed over her in
dizzy waves of relief. She fell backward into the pool
as she passed out.
"Been staring a long time...shame they don't keep
better care of it, eh?"
"What?" she asked.
She turned to meet with a kind faced old policeman.
She shook her head.
"Yeah...Narcissus has been with us for quite a-
while..." he said. "I wonder what he thinks about all
day, staring in that pool. You have a nice day now."
She stared after him as he strolled away.
She turned her gaze back to the statue. She under-
stood the boyish smirk now. She smiled as she gathered
her packages. Lifting her wrist, she checked the time
on her watch.
Five twenty-seven. She could still make the bus.
She turned and walked down the fountain steps, hurrying
toward the bus stop.
T H E E N D
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