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Under the Radar
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Michaela and her father start a new life in suburban
Vancouver after a recent family tragedy. Their new home
is everything they hope for and more. Awoken from her
sleep one night, the girl finds there may be another
resident at "Linton Mews" one she could never have
imagined. (M/F-teen, 1st, mast)
***
"The house is so beautiful Dad."
Michaela stood there on the upper balcony, looking
across at the avenue of maple trees, stretching as they
did towards the distant roadway. Not far short of
twilight now, the cool breeze made her shiver. She
turned and glanced up at her father, whose hands rested
gently on her shoulders.
"Do you really think we will be able to get it?"
The man inclined his head. Her words interrupted his
thought-processes. In terms of "being beautiful," was
not the vision of youthful innocence cuddled now in his
arms, the alpha and omega of achievable feminine
beauty? That he loved her to distraction was merely how
it was. She alone had provided the solace and will to
go on, after his wife had lost her protracted encounter
with cervical cancer not sixteen months earlier.
Eighteen now and in her final year of High School, she
was everything a parent might hope for - academically
proficient, domestically accomplished and socially
desirable. One might even add genetically flawless.
Occasionally, Daniel Peterson was lost for words in his
daughter's presence.
"Well if the Bank comes through for us sweetheart, I
think we can pull this off." he replied. "My contract
with the studio has been renewed for two years and so
long as we don't overspend, yeah I figure we'll
manage... struggling like everyone else I guess."
The girl looked up at her father. How many daughters
the world over, could ever have been so fortunate, she
pondered momentarily. Pulling his arms tightly around
her shoulders, she stared at the tranquil vista. Just
across from Tulsy Crescent that fronted Bear Creek
Park, some small children were playing in the recent
snowfall, seemingly reluctant to follow their mother to
the park's exit gate. Michaela's instincts left her in
no doubt that this is where she and her father were
supposed to be.
Not a week later, Daniel's loan was approved.
Decentralizing from the apartment in Vancouver to White
Rock in Surrey County seemed akin to moving into the
White House after a lifetime's residency in a cramped
trailer-park. The triple-story nineteenth century
white-gabled home, complete with five bedrooms, three
bathrooms and a triple garage, sat on a two-acre tract
well back from the road. Fully restored and undeniably
spacious beyond their needs, something about "Linton
Mews" transcended practicality and if the truth be
known, the owners had been very keen to sell, being
happy enough with Daniel's initial offer which in other
circumstances would have met with a likely rejection.
The gardens had been professionally established,
although it would be spring before their aromatic
charms and symmetry could be fully appreciated. For now
though, Michaela was content to wander the intricate
pathways, always pausing by the water fountain to
admire the features of the great dragon that straddled
its vanquished prey. Frozen-up for the duration
currently, she knew exactly how the tableau must appear
with water gushing from the beast's mouth. If heaven
existed, it had a hard act to follow!
Given her exemplary academic history, there was no
problem with Michaela's re-location to the local High
School - Earl Marriott on 16th Avenue - for her
graduating year. She engendered acceptance by her peers
from day one, especially from members of the opposite
sex. More than likely the grades of several besotted
young males nose-dived that first semester.
Inevitably winter found itself in recess, the nights
became a little warmer and Michaela's garden wanderings
soon developed into a night-time routine. She would
take her time crossing the walkways and garden trails,
allowing the various scents to waft in and out of her
consciousness.
It was a Friday evening late April that first she
became aware of a subtle shift in reality. Having eaten
out at "Tangiers on Eighteenth," with her father and
subsequently outlasting a re-run of Little Miss
Sunshine - a favorite of theirs, she found herself
unable to further repel sleep. Kissing her father
goodnight, she adjourned to the bedroom and having
earlier changed into those rather becoming floral-print
pyjamas, she slid under the covers.
The small bedside clock was showing but a minute or so
after one o-clock when she opened her eyes. Neither
frightened nor even vaguely alarmed, she simply knew
that something had tripped her waking mechanism. For a
few moments she sat there listening to complete
silence! As her eyes gradually adjusted, she noticed
that the bay window to the right of her pillow was open
slightly. She was sure she had closed it before getting
into bed. Alighting from her comfort-zone she crossed
the carpet and looked out upon an almost surrealistic
moonlit vista. The lightest of evening mists hung about
the trees and it seemed to her as if the syllables of
her name were being whispered in the farthest reaches
of the garden. Drawing her robe around herself she
craned her head forward trying to pick up the least
sound but was forced to confront the fact there was
really nothing there, and yet...
Closing the window she clambered back into bed,
becoming aware for the first time that her pulse rate
was now slightly higher than normal.
One might nominate few things in life more conducive to
blissful relaxation than being ensconced beneath the
covers of a comfortable bed on a chilly night. Michaela
was but moments from reaching her second REM stage of
the evening when she felt the gentlest of pressure upon
her right breast. Opening her eyes on the instant she
lay there unmoving, the sensation no longer in
evidence. But for the beating of her heart, the room
was as silent as the night itself. Slowly she brought
her own hand up to her chest. She had felt the intimate
touch and knew this was no instance of unfettered
imagination at work.
For maybe twenty minutes the girl lay still, awaiting
further evidence of the phenomenon, but none was
forthcoming. Disappointed, rather than concerned, her
consciousness ebbed away finally. It was however with
bemused interest that upon waking the next morning, she
noticed the top two buttons of her pyjama top were now
undone. Had she subconsciously done this herself mid-
sleep or was there another explanation? A flush though
came to her cheeks as she gazed downwards at her now
partially exposed breasts. Distractedly she re-buttoned
her top.
Concentration at school was a problem for the entire
day. Several times she found herself staring out at the
distant playing fields, looking for what exactly she
had no idea.
Daniel noticed his daughter's apparent preoccupation
during dinner.
"Anything wrong sweetheart?" he asked. "You seem miles
away tonight."
"Oh sorry dad," she replied, smiling at him. "No,
really, I'm fine... just a little tired I guess. Mind
if I go to bed a bit earlier tonight? got some
homework I have to finish up too."
"Sure honey," he said, "See you at breakfast then."
Kissing him lightly on the cheek she picked up her
back-pack and made her way upstairs.
Try as she might, she simply could not concentrate on
the essay. For some reason she was feeling expectant.
Someone or something was waiting for her. Where she
knew not, why she had even less inkling. All she was
cognizant of is that she needed to be ready somehow.
Having changed, she once more crossed to the bay window
and opening it, looked out upon the tranquil setting. A
very gentle breeze was inducing movement in the upper
branches of the maples and again she was sure she could
hear her name but imperceptibly whispered on the wind,
though just the one time.
She closed the window and walking to her bed, climbed
in beneath the covers. Snuggling up in a fetal
position, she hugged the small teddy bear that had
comforted her whilst at the same time sharing her every
life-experience since childhood. Try as she might to
stay awake, the shutters were lowered involuntarily and
within ten minutes she was fast asleep.
She felt neither her buttons being parted nor the first
gentle squeeze - of both her breasts this time. It was
following the third such caress that she woke, fully
alert to the intimacies being perpetrated upon her
privacy. For a few moments she simply lay there
unaccountably still, feeling the unseen hand so softly
massaging the contents of her bra. Unable to repress a
slight gasp, the fingers were suddenly withdrawn,
prompting her quite without thought, to whisper aloud,
"It's alright, I don't mind."
Seconds passed but no further contact was forthcoming.
Twice she repeated her simple message but was answered
only by a hushed silence. It was then she noticed the
window just slightly open. Had not she closed it
shortly before getting into bed? She was no longer sure
of anything. At that moment, a sudden gust of wind blew
the drapes to one side and she gave a small cry of
surprise.
Sliding out from under the covers she walked across to
the window and closed it firmly, checking this time
that the opening mechanism was fully immobile.
Having climbed back into bed, Michaela felt a twinge of
disappointment at the protracted inactivity. Quite
subconsciously, her right hand moved upwards and began
idly caressing her own breasts. With the realization of
what she was doing, came a small gasp of embarrassment
and she quickly returned her arm to her side. The
silhouettes of the wind-blown trees reflecting on the
ceiling above her bed were vaguely hypnotic and were
the last images she retained before sleep once again
overtook her.
**
"Do you believe in ghosts Dad?" Michaela enquired,
while stirring her cereal abstractedly.
"Haven't given a great deal of thought to the subject
sweetheart," Daniel replied "Why? Do you have some
particular reason to ask?"
"Not really, I just wondered if you had any experience
of such things," she added.
Daniel studied his daughter for a moment. "Well to be
honest Michaela, I have felt your mom's presence once
or twice." He paused for a moment, "I think she's happy
that we're here don't you?"
The girl looked across at her father and smiled
lovingly. "I'm sure she is dad."
It was too much for Daniel who put down his knife and
lowered his head, his grief evident.
Michaela walked quickly around the table and hugged her
father. She had no idea what to say. She knew just how
much he missed her and wished she could do more to fill
the void in his life. For now, her experiences of the
previous evening were relegated to the "miscellaneous
file."
**
Two days passed without incident. It was now Tuesday
evening and Michaela had been working late, finishing
up a major project on "The abolition of slavery."
Clearing away her books and papers she couldn't bear
waking up to a messy room she changed into her
nightdress, completed her bathroom preparations and
wasted no time in getting in to bed. It was so warm and
enervating, had she been a cat she would have purred.
Awaking suddenly, she glanced at the small digital
clock on her bedside table. It was twelve after one.
One hand cupped her right breast, the other she could
feel moving very slowly down her side and towards her
hips. Instinctively she looked towards the drapes. The
window was unlatched and open. The hand silently
groping her, relinquished its hold and began
insinuating itself beneath the underside of her bra. So
pleasurable was its progress that Michaela closed her
eyes and sighed aloud, fully in the knowledge that
whatever it was in the room with her, it intended
absolutely no harm.
The second unseen hand had now reached her waist and as
it continued to travel inland, across her abdomen and
on toward an area that might best be termed "socially
off limits," she could not prevent the tiniest of gasps
escaping from her lips. Immediately all pressure
ceased, even the hand that had been gently squeezing
her breasts withdrew.
"Oh, don't leave me," she whispered. "Please come
back, I like you doing that."
For almost thirty seconds no further contact was
detected although the girl pleaded continuously for her
unseen lover to return. Just as she was resigned to the
night's unfulfilled passing, again she felt the
slightest of caresses across her upper chest.
"Stay with me," she pleaded.
The hand resumed its former location beneath her bra
and beginning now to gently fondle her nipples
dexterously. Pleasurable at this proved to be, it was
the progress of the second hand that was demanding her
total attention. Coming to rest atop her lower abdomen,
the hand began to slide across her nightdress, at the
spot directly beneath which, her panties were resident.
Without any coercion, she parted her legs slightly,
which allowed the hand to caress her entire vaginal
area without hindrance. She could feel her pulse
accelerating and her respiration-rate substantially on
the increase.
"Mmmm," she found herself murmuring.
Partly embarrassed, wholly pleasured, she could only
lie there, as what felt like a middle finger began to
depress the material the extent of her sexy little
crevice along her southern climes. She knew she was wet
but had no immediate plans to address the situation.
Even as the hand dropped to the hemline of her
nightdress, beginning now to tug the flimsy nylon
higher, she raised her arms above her head, signifying
her total acquiescence to whatever was planned.
She knew her panties were now exposed but offered no
resistance even as the fingers began to retrace their
steps the length and breadth of her vaginal gateway. At
the point however she felt (presumably) his fingers
slipping beneath the leg of her panties as they
navigated a path through her generous crop of curly
pubic hair, she could not prevent a further gasp. This
time however, no cessation of activity occurred. An
index finger slid in-between her very moist labia,
separating the girlish lips and quite obviously intent
on fingering her hitherto un-approached innocence.
Unable to maintain a fully calm faηade as the finger
entered her again and again Michaela began to thrust
upwards with her hips. Unlike anything she had ever
experienced courtesy of her own digits, this was
definitely the real deal. Her eyes still closed, she
simply allowed the combination of both breasts being
kneaded and her youthful fissure being rhythmically
penetrated, to build to an emotional peak that was
never going to have other than the one outcome.
One might have termed it an instant light show she
certainly saw stars for a while. Unable to think
straight for several moments she just lay there,
allowing the outbound wave to course its way through
her body. By the time she had regained a degree of
emotional control, she realized that her unidentified
accomplice had withdrawn to such distant realms as
might defy explanation. Try as she might to engage some
further interaction that night, she soon recognized
that whatever presence had been there was clearly no
longer on-site.
It would be a truism to state that Michaela slept well
that night.
Over the next fortnight the visitations became
commonplace. Not every night admittedly but rarely more
than an evening apart. She did notice that it made
little difference what time she actually went to bed,
her unseen lover seemed to prefer the early hours of
the morning when it came to indulging his lustful
perpetrations. Not that she was any less desirous of
his attentions. As much to explore her own sexual
boundaries as to tease her spectral partner, Michaela
took to wearing tight little push-up bras with matching
panties to bed, occasionally flaunting her provocative
intent with a hot little g-string something the
teenager would never have been found dead in, a few
weeks earlier.
If proof be needed that just about any girl has a trace
of the "slutty nymph" in her when she wants to act
thus, Michaela had of late taken to retiring in just
her panties and bra and on one recent occasion just
her panties. She would undoubtedly have taken to
sleeping naked fulltime but for the fact she found the
sensation of being stripped beneath the covers highly
arousing. For the same reason, she would turn over on
to her tummy so that her 'demon-lover' as she liked to
think of him, had to slide his hands beneath her arms
in order to improperly fondle her breasts. He was also
free to smooth a hand across her bottom, exploring the
curvaceous landscape their-upon, before she would part
her legs sufficiently that he might gain access to the
moist cavern between her legs.
**
The girl's upbeat demeanor was not lost on her father.
"You really seem to have settled in here pretty well
honey," he smiled at her over breakfast a few days
later. "Never seen you so, well... healthy looking.
Something must really be agreeing with you?"
She covered her escalating embarrassment well.
"Really?" she answered. "I hadn't noticed I was
behaving any differently." She paused for a minute. "I
so totally love this place and the new school is really
cool. Suppose I'm just happy!" She felt the flush that
had been gaining prominence in her cheeks, subsiding
rapidly.
"Anyway, I have to go to school now Dad, I'm running
late."
So saying, she scooped up her stuff and flitting around
the breakfast table, gave Daniel a hug before kissing
him on the cheek. The sweet fresh smell of young
womanhood delighted him as always.
"What say we go to 'Tangiers' tonight?' he called out
as she headed for the front door. "It's our third
month's anniversary here."
"Sure dad, let's do just that" she replied from the
recesses of the hallway.
**
That evening, Michaela decide to dress-up for the
coming repast. Selecting a very pretty light blue dress
that however displayed considerably more than was
concealed, no way could it have been termed
distasteful. One had only to take stock of the waiters'
expressions when she walked in with her father.
Her beautifully brushed auburn hair tied up with a
matching blue ribbon hung about her shoulders and she
had chosen to wear a pair of tiny diamond-studded
earrings set in the likeness of a dove, that her
mother had bought for her when she was fifteen. The
lightest of make-up completed the vision for such she
most certainly appeared.
As always, the food at 'Tangiers' was impeccable. For
the first time though, Daniel allowed his daughter to
have some champagne. After all, it was a Friday night
and she had no school the following day. Also, the pair
was well known there sufficiently, that no-one bothered
to ask the girl for ID. The fact she could have been
anywhere from seventeen to twenty-two really counted
for little. In any event, White Rock could hardly be
regarded as hard-line so far as such legalities were
concerned.
By her third glass, Michaela found herself entering
unchartered waters. Giggling profusely, she had to
excuse herself more than once to go visit the restroom.
Daniel, realizing his daughter was borderline
inebriated, exerted a degree of seeming parental
responsibility on her return to the table, by calling
for the bill and making ready to depart.
Just one more sip daddy?" she pleaded, raising the
glass to her lips with quite some difficulty.
He could not deny her. "Just the one honey, then we
have to go."
She all but drained the glass.
Long before they reached Tulsy Crescent, Michaela
discovered she was totally unable to focus properly.
Twice her father had to prop her up as they negotiated
the long driveway. Pulling into the garage, he could
see she had as much chance of navigating the staircase
as she had of piloting a small aircraft.
Picking her up therefore, he carried her to her bedroom
and laid her gently on the bed.
"Goodnight sweetheart," he whispered, "Can you get
ready for bed on your own OK?"
Still with her eyes closed, she mumbled "Yep... think
so... g'night daddy." The last words were slurred
badly. Looking down at her, he smiled lovingly and then
left the room, heading off to the master bedroom in the
east wing.
As it eventuated, she was able only to unzip her dress
before a combination of inexplicable dizziness and
alcohol-enriched blood saw to it that her overall
perception closed-down for the duration. Sprawled
somewhat inelegantly face-down on her coverlet in just
her underwear, it wasn't so much sleep that overtook
her as a mild coma.
Now, normally when a girl discovers something fondling
her breasts while she's half-asleep, some major
repercussion is to be expected. Michaela however just
smiled, murmuring audibly as she did so, "I hoped you
would come..."
Once again the hands took the initiative, feeling their
way across her taut little bottom, smoothing their way
along her rear cheeks and across the back of her
thighs. She retained enough presence of mind to giggle
softly even though she was barely aware of proceedings.
Completely removed from the real-time, she simply
giggled once more as the clasp of her bra was unhooked
just below her shoulders and the skimpy item pulled
from under her.
A hand slipped beneath her tummy and sliding under the
waistband of her panties, felt its illicit way to her
vaginal lips whereupon it began rubbing her genital
area with professional zeal. She probably was quite
unaware that her hips were responding provocatively to
the indecent attention being paid now to both her upper
and lower body.
Vaguely, she felt the hands propelling her over on to
her back but was not sufficiently involved to be able
to argue. The sensation of having both her breasts now
squeezed softly as well as having her nipples
manipulated, aroused her yet further. She tried opening
her eyes but the cirrus clouds swirling in her head
seemed to dull the optic nerves and she was only able
to make out in the darkness, the vaguest of outlines
above her.
Even as she tried unsuccessfully to focus, something
came closer and she felt lips a man's lips come
into contact with her own. The kiss was prolonged...
enough that she could barely draw breath. Completely at
the mercy of this ghostly apparition, all she sensed is
that she wanted to be kissed more.
This however took on a new meaning when the lips moved
to her right breast and began to suckle her steadily.
"Making me so... so hot," she murmured almost
inaudibly.
Fully transported as the lips applied their wondrous
pleasures to her other nipple, she could but wriggle
her hips in recognition of their silent talent.
Unwilling as well as fully unable to halt progress, she
was almost disappointed when the lips momentarily
withdrew from their applied duties only to be replaced
by a new sensation her panties being steadily pulled
down off her hips.
Out to it she still was for all intents and purposes
but something of a self-preservation instinct survived
as she attempted quite futilely to prevent their total
removal. Naturally that first kiss on her fully exposed
cleft put paid to any further resistance.
"Oh Ohh," pretty much covers her vocal assessment of
the situation. Again she tried to open her eyes but was
unable to make out anything more than a transient shape
on the bed near her. She felt her legs being parted yet
had neither the awareness nor inclination to address
her stark vulnerability. If she even sensed that rape
was a possibility she had no defense on which to fall
back on as it were!
Any thoughts of resistance had they even been present,
were dissipated on the spot when she felt the tongue
intrude between her spread labia. In a fully wakened
condition she may have taken offense at such un-
ladylike treatment but in the hazy condition she found
herself, the sensation was without pleasured
precedence. Her arms high up on the pillow now, she
simply moaned aloud and parted her legs further. Her
young and inexperienced body ached for greater
fulfillment.
Such was not to keep her waiting.
Barely aware of any game plan, all she sensed is that
something or someone was hunched up over her. Even
trying to concentrate, the outline of her companion
seemed to waver around the edges as if the moonlight
was being thwarted in its effort to illuminate the
room, by the passing clouds.
She thought she heard someone say "Michaela" but was
denied further reflection on the matter at the moment
something distinctly hard and extended penetrated her
vaginal cavern. Unable to prevent a cry from escaping
her lips, her mouth opened in shock as the newly come
by assailant re-entered her formerly virginal opening.
Despite the extreme discomfort, though this was
obviously tempered by her partially anaesthetized
condition, the repetitious nature of the assault very
soon won her over even though she remained half
unconscious.
The harder the thrusting the more her inert form seemed
to respond to the call. Tossing her head from side to
side now she was quite unaware of her own involvement,
particularly the upward contribution made by her own
hips. She could hardly have detected her left earring
detaching itself as a result of its owner's exertions.
Strong hands held her tight around her waist now as the
flames of pro-creational desire built-up in her own
womb.
Her hairline and cleavage damp with exertion, she
sensed at the periphery of her awareness, her ghostly
partner's finality. She felt a warmth flood her
internally just seconds ahead of her own violent shock-
wave.
The pressure at her waist disappeared and she sensed
she was alone. Had she been blessed with her full
faculties at that moment, she would probably have
cried. As it was, she lay there fully expended
physically. She tried to form some coherent thoughts
for a while but was unable to find a way through those
Cirrus formations. Whatever came next would have to
wait until her head cleared or the morning... whichever
came first.
A little later, further along in the east wing, Daniel
couldn't get to sleep. Turning his head once more to
try to find a comfier position, something glinted in
the moonlight beneath the corner of his pillow.
It was in the likeness of a tiny dove.
© Peter_Pan 2008
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