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Invisible Girlfriend
by DevoSpudC (devospudc@geocities.com)
***
The Lakota had a legend about what they called 'storm
spirits;' unseen beings that would appear during
thunderstorms and play tricks on the unwary. A guy
staying at his grandfather's farm for a while,
experiences one of these supernatural beings. (MF, sci-
fi)
***
Chaz Michaels lay on the cool sheets of his bed, staring
blankly up into the darkness as he found himself wishing
that something, ANYTHING would happen to relieve the
monotony of his so-called vacation. In California there
had been things to do and interesting people to watch,
but here in South Dakota it seemed that the state
pastime was to sit on the porch and watch paint dry.
Sure, it had sounded good when his uncle had invited him
to stay for the summer, even offering to pay for his
airline ticket. He knew his uncle needed help fixing up
his old farm anyway, so Chaz had agreed, figuring a
little travel would do him good before he went back for
his fall semester at college. What he had overlooked was
the fact that his uncle's farm was more that thirty
miles from anywhere, and the nearest town was really
nothing more than a gas station and a Dairy Queen.
Even though he had never been an extremely social
person, nearly a month of seeing hardly anyone besides
his crotchety old uncle had left Chaz feeling isolated,
and sometimes downright lonely. His uncle was nice
enough, but he was secretive and more than a little
weird.
It had been really strange when he'd first arrived at
the large farmhouse after his uncle had picked him up at
the airport. His uncle had led him up the creaky old
steps the second floor and past two perfectly fine empty
bedrooms down to a boarded-up door at the end of the
hall.
"This will be your room, Chaz," his uncle had said
prying off the faded boards with a crowbar. Chaz had
stared at him in confusion. It didn't look like this
room had been opened in fifty years.
"One of the others would be fine," he ventured, looking
down the hall.
His uncle shook his head. "No, this was your
grandfather's room when he was a boy. It needs to be
lived in again." He finished pulling the boards off,
then opened the door. The room inside was filthy, choked
with cobwebs and dust. It had taken them the better part
of a day just to make it livable.
Now, lying in the darkness, Chaz wondered for the
hundredth time why his uncle had really wanted him to
stay in this old room. Sentimental reasons? Maybe, but
then why had he left it boarded up all these years?
Anyway, it was nice enough now, even cozy.
He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind.
This always happened when he was bored, his thoughts
would just ramble on by themselves until he had no idea
where his current train of thought had come from. He had
just started to doze off when there was a sudden loud
booming noise from outside. Chaz started and sat up,
blinking as he saw a brilliant flash of light through
the curtains, quickly followed by another crackling
explosion.
Great, a thunderstorm. The lightning flashed more
rapidly, and soon the air was almost constantly filled
with the booming of thunder. He got out of bed and went
to the window, feeling the tiny hairs on his arms
tingling from the charged atmosphere.
He watched with a slight feeling of apprehension as the
sky was split by dozens of arcing streaks of blue-white
energy. The thunder was nearly deafening. This was one
hell of a storm. He jumped back in surprise as a heavy
sheet of rain seemed to appear out of nowhere and
pattering loudly at the windowpane. It was a deluge. He
continued to watch the freakish storm for a few minutes,
then feeling a little chilly, he returned to bed.
Well, they sure didn't have many storms like this in LA,
he thought as he pulled the comforter over himself. He
listened to the constant rolling thunder and the
insistent pelting of rain on the window. After a few
minutes until the thick comforter, he began to get too
warm, and he peeled it off, then lay back and tried to
concentrate on going to sleep.
He felt himself slowly drifting off again when suddenly,
from out of nowhere, something thudded heavily onto his
stomach. Chaz instantly snapped back to awareness,
unable to see anything in the pitch black room. He felt
the weight of something on his lap, then he felt it
move, and something flat pressed against his chest.
"Aaaaaah!" He screamed in terror as he lashed out
blindly, his hands pressing against soft flesh. The
thing let out an ear-splitting shriek that froze his
blood as he Chaz grappled blindly with it in a state of
near panic.
He thought for a moment that somehow a large animal had
gotten in the room and leaped on him, then his right
hand closed around something that was unmistakably a
wrist. The thing, the person, whatever it was began
pounding at his chest and frantically trying to yank its
arm free, shrieking and gasping in a somehow feminine
way with its efforts.
Chaz managed to grab the other wrist -- supposing that
this thing didn't have more than two, anything seemed
possible after the way it had dropped on him out of thin
air -- and managed to hold it there as it struggled on
top of him. The lightning seemed to have stopped, and it
was so dark in the room that he still couldn't see a
thing. He could feel its weight on his lower stomach and
its legs alongside his hips, the position that it seemed
to have landed in.
After a few moments the thing's attempts to break free
from his grip became weaker, then more and more feeble
as it seemed to tire itself out. Finally, it, stopped,
and sat shuddering on his stomach, making a noise that
sounded very much like a woman sobbing.
Still quite freaked out and unsure what to do, Chaz held
it/her for a moment longer, then, hoping to God that
it/she was really exhausted, he brought its/her wrists
together and pinned them against his chest with one
forearm. With his free hand, he reached for the lamp on
the night stand, and after fumbling with it for a long
moment, he managed to switch it on. He looked up, and
felt the blood drain out of his face.
There was nothing there.
He still held the pair of trembling wrists against his
chest; still felt the weight of something sitting on his
stomach; he could even still hear the faint shuddering
sobs. But he saw nothing.
Its fucking invisible, he thought almost calmly, though
he was very near panicking. He had a sudden urge to
throw it off, jump up, and run as fast and as far away
as he could.
Instead, he slowly and deliberately began following the
contours of its arms with his hand, resolving to at
least find out what it was before he took a chance on
letting it loose in the world. The skin of Its arms was
soft and smooth. It had elbows. Human, at least so far.
It struggled weakly for a moment as his fingers moved
over the curve of a naked shoulder.
"Volat," it moaned in a low, frightened-sounding female
voice. "Volat aun!"
Chaz froze. He was pretty sure that it, no, *she* had
just told him to stop, but he sure as hell wasn't going
to do anything else until he had more of an idea of what
the fuck *she* really was.
He reached higher, finding the curve of a neck where it
should've been, then moving up along it until his finger
brushed though strands of silky hair and found an ear.
She jerked her head away, but he found it again.
"Take it easy," he said softly, trying to sound
reassuring. "I'm not going to hurt you."
He doubted that she understood him, but she seemed to
get the gist of it. She held still as he traced the line
of her jaw. Chaz could not get over just how fucking
weird it was to be touching someone in a lit room and
not being able to see them.
Well, she feels nice anyway, he thought distractedly as
he walked his fingers as gently as he could over blank
air. He pressed his fingers against her lips. Soft,
trembling slightly, nothing unusual. He ran through a
checklist. Nose, right where it should be; tightly-
closed eyes complete with lashes; eyebrows; smooth
forehead; two ears; long bangs framing her face and hair
falling to just above her shoulders. So far, so good.
"An la." She said pleadingly, tugging gently at the hand
that held her wrists. He briefly debated what to do.
Though she seemed to be calm now, there was no way of
telling what she'd do once he let her go. He took hold
of her left wrist in his hand, then let go of her right.
He held onto her arm gently but firmly, using that as a
sort of leash, at least for the time being.
"Jaloka iye?" She asked in a quavering voice. "Jaloka
mok nayun?"
Chaz wished he knew what the fuck she was saying, but at
least one thing was clear. She was as scared as he was.
Under different circumstances, the fact that there was a
woman sitting on top on him in his bed would be like a
dream come true. But with the shock and terror of her
bizarre arrival still fresh in his mind, he could think
of little else besides the fact that she had somehow
appeared above him, unannounced, invisible, speaking a
weird language, and maybe or maybe not being really
human.
Despite this, he began feeling somewhat warm as she
touched his chest with her free hand. Her fingers roved
along his shoulder, then moved up his neck. It took him
a moment to realized that she was feeling along blindly
in the same way that he had. She couldn't see me either!
It was no wonder she had panicked and started freaking
out.
Curious as to what she could and couldn't see, he
reached up and switched off the light. She seemed to
pause for a second, then continued gently feeling her
way over his chin to his mouth. He frowned. She appeared
to be equally blind in both light and darkness, though
maybe she could tell the difference somehow. He pondered
this as if it was an academic problem for a moment,
until the light touch of her fingertips on his lips
brought him back to reality.
Maybe she's from another dimension, he pondered, like
that two-dimensional thing on that old Outer Limits
episode. To him, though, she seemed very much three
dimensional, and in the dark with the lights off, he
could almost forget she was invisible.
Her fingers brushed his eyebrows, giving him very much
the same examination as he'd given her. Slowly, he
reached out his hand until he touched her cheek, and she
flinched at the unexpected contact. He wondered if she
could see anything at all. Probably not, if she couldn't
see him. She was the outsider, and however light or
whatever passed for light in her dimension reflected, it
apparently didn't work the same way here.
Chaz placed his hand on her shoulder, suddenly wishing
he could see what she looked like; to be able to tell if
she was really human and didn't have a tentacle growing
out of her bellybutton or someplace worse. Tentatively,
he slid his hand down her side, his thumb brushing
against something round and warm that might have been --
at least, he hoped -- a bare breast.
He felt the outline of her ribcage, then the soft but
firm side of her belly. Good thing she's not fat, he
thought with a slight smile, or she might've killed me
falling on my gut like that. When he reached the sloping
curve of her naked hip, she caught his hand in hers and
gently removed it. He blushed slightly. No reaching
under the rug, I guess.
"Nak ha lon," she said, her voice steadier now. He
wondered if she was smiling, or glaring at him with
outright hostility. He didn't like not being able to see
her expressions, though he was glad that she was sitting
on his stomach and not his lap. If she had been, she'd
have felt his own tentacle beginning to stretch.
He felt embarrassed, but there was something so sensual
about having to blindly explore each other with their
hands. She could have green skin and yellow snake-eyes
for all he knew, but he only could 'see' what he
touched. And so far he thought she looked pretty damn
good.
A sudden thought struck him. Playing Touch was fun, but
what should he do now? This isn't some wet dream, he
reminded himself, this is real. Real, maybe, though he
felt like he was suddenly in an episode of The X-Files.
He let go of her other hand, and tried to use his other
senses to tell what she was doing. She flinched and
caught his hand again, almost as if she was steadying
herself.
She really is blind, he thought. It must be like sitting
in some kind of void. He suddenly felt sorry for her. It
was doubtful that she was here by choice. He caught her
other hand and meshed his fingers with hers. She
squeezed his hands tightly and murmured something in a
fearful voice.
Chaz didn't have a clue as to what to do next, though
holding her hands seemed to be somewhat comforting, both
to her and him. He supposed he should tell his uncle,
though he couldn't quite believe this himself, and he
wasn't totally convinced that he wasn't imagining it
all.
Her fingers were trembling, and he wondered if she was
cold. It *was* chilly in the room. He decided to try and
find her some clothes, after all, she did seem to be his
guest, and she might be staying for a while. He forced
that last thought out of his head.
"Okay, I'm going to get up," he said, feeling a little
dumb talking when he knew she didn't understand him.
But, he hoped that his voice was reassuring, and she did
seem to be able to hear him. He sat up slowly, having to
push her back in order to swing his legs off the bed.
Her hands shook, locked onto his almost painfully tight.
He stood, and pulled gently until she crawled to the
edge and stood hesitantly in front of him.
"Jaloka et nan?" She asked uncertainly.
"I'm going to get you some clothes, okay?" He managed to
wrench one hand free and flip on the light. He half
expected to see her as the room lit up, but there was
still nothing. The blanket was ruffled but unmarked,
thankfully free of ectoplasm or any other
unpleasantness.
He guided her slowly to the closet, marveling at how
much she was trusting him. Then again, what choice did
she have? He was her lifeline, her eyes. He suddenly
felt cold himself. What if she was really trapped here?
How would his uncle react?
What the hell would they do with an invisible girl who
was stuck in a world that was just as invisible to her?
He didn't want to think about that right now. Clothes,
he told himself, focusing his mind, just get clothes.
Worry about the rest later. Besides, he thought, this is
probably just a dream anyway.
He placed her hands on his shoulders, and she rested
them there as he opened the closet and peered inside. He
wasn't the type of guy that kept a supply of women's
clothes handy, so he figured she'd have to settle with
whatever would fit. He found a mercifully clean white
sweater that he used to go jogging in, and set it on the
floor, thinking that she'd probably like something to
wear under it. He almost laughed at himself. Look at me,
twenty two years old and playing dress-up.
He got out the cleanest T-shirt he could find and also a
pair of gray sweats. That would have to do for now.
"Here," he said handing her the shirt. She fumbled with
it for a moment, the garment seeming to move around in
the air by itself. She quickly got the idea, and pulled
it over her head and down around her waist. Chaz watched
this in fascination. It gave her a visible shape for the
first time, and he found his eyes stuck on two shapes in
particular, both round, full, and well, perky.
He tore his gaze away and mentally kicked himself as he
handed her the sweats. She held on to him for balance,
and he tried not to look as she stepped into them and
pulled them up. It wasn't like he could see anything,
but he still felt that it was impolite. He handed her
the sweater next, and soon she looked like a ghost ready
to go for a midnight jog.
Okay, she's dressed. What next? His thoughts were
interrupted by an unexpected hug from the jogging
outfit. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and
rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Ilatu nai," She said emotionally in his ear, and he was
pretty sure that meant 'Thank you.' He hugged her back
awkwardly. She was tall, probably as tall as him, and he
wondered how old she was. He had the impression that she
was fairly young, but there was really no way of
knowing. She hadn't been wrinkly, though, that much he
knew.
She gave him a little squeeze, then let go and took his
hand again. Okay, what's next on the Invisible girl's
agenda? he pondered. He realized that he had to take a
leak, then decided that was a good place to start.
He started to lead her down the hall to the bathroom,
but then stopped as a better idea hit him. He lead her
back to the bed, then put his hand over hers and guided
it to the sheets, tracing the outside of the mattress
and showing her where it joined with the wall. She
seemed to catch on, feeling around on it until she had
scoped out the bed's dimensions.
Watching the jogging suit crawling around on the covers,
Chaz got a pretty good idea of her dimensions as well.
He slapped himself as he realized that he was staring,
and he took her hand again and placed it on the wall
that would lead her down the hall to the bathroom. She
felt along the wall tentatively as he guided her hand to
show her where the obstacles were.
Once in the bathroom, he showed her where the faucet
was, and she turned it on and off, appearing to be
somewhat familiar with the concept of 'sink'. Then it
was time for the real test. He guided her hand to the
toilet tank, and she did a thorough examination of it,
touching the seat; the little handle; the roll of toilet
paper on the wall next to it; doing her homework before
she reached her conclusion.
"Foyatan," she declared, and flushed it with a laugh.
Thank God, Chaz thought, there's that problem solved. He
led her back along the wall to the bed, unsure of were
to proceed next. Maybe she's hungry, or thirsty, or...
She suddenly climbed onto the bed -- her inbound
terminal to this universe -- and Chaz watched as
impressions formed on the pillow and blanket where her
head and feet would be. The jogging suit curled up with
a sigh.
Okay, maybe she's just plain old tired. With a yawn, he
realized that he was as well. He returned to the
bathroom to take a leak, then stood by the bed for a
moment, watching the sweater rise and fall slightly with
her breathing.
All right, Chaz, he thought to himself as he turned off
the light and climbed in next to her, when you wake up,
you'll see that all of this was a dream. Just a wacked
out, trippy figment of your imagination. She moved
closer, her knees brushing his thigh and her hand coming
to rest on his chest, like she was afraid of him
disappearing and leaving her alone. Chaz covered her
hand with his, finding himself hoping as he drowsed off
that this might not be a dream after all.
Chaz woke up in the dim bedroom with a pale square of
morning sunlight streaming down on him through the
curtains. He blinked groggily as he rose up to his
elbows and looked around. He was alone.
Man, what a crazy dream, he thought, sleepily running
his fingers through his tousled brown hair. I gotta stop
eating Cheetos before I go to bed.
A sudden flushing sound came from down the hall. He
froze. Maybe that was just his uncle, he rationalized,
but why would he use the bathroom upstairs when his own
was downstairs?
He slowly got up and approached the bathroom door,
hoping to God he wasn't going crazy. Just before he
reached it, it opened. An empty white sweater and gray
pair of sweats stood uncertainly in the doorway.
"Nan ai lok?" She asked, a hollow white sleeve reaching
out and searching the air, seeming to sense that he was
somewhere nearby.
"Here," he said feeling for the hand at the end of the
sleeve. It was cool and damp. Well, at least she washes
her hands.
"Lok ai nan," she commented, squeezing his hand gently.
"Yep," he agreed. He went into the bathroom and reached
into the medicine cabinet for his toothbrush. She stuck
to him like glue, holding onto his waist from behind and
resting her chin on his shoulder almost affectionately.
He didn't mind it at all, but she distracted him
somewhat from his thoughts.
Thoughts like: Where did she come from? What is she
doing here? What the fuck am I supposed to do with her?
A few ideas concerning that popped into his head, but
they weren't very helpful at the moment. He brushed his
teeth slowly, trying to think.
Okay, he would take her to his uncle. If his uncle
freaked out and maybe had a heart attack, Chaz would
know that she was real. If he just stood there calmly
and gave him a strange look, Chaz would know that he had
gone completely bonkers.
He led her down the creaky steps carefully, letting her
feel her way down. They made it without incident, but
his uncle was not to be found. There was a note on the
refrigerator that said he had gone to Deadwood and would
likely be gone all day. Chaz had the sudden suspicion
that his uncle somehow knew about this, and had set him
up in that room on purpose. But how or why, he had no
idea.
Okay, it looked like he was going to have to deal with
this on his own, at least for now. First, he needed a
way to talk to her. That was likely going to be a
problem, as he doubted that her language was one that
they had a quick-and-easy mail order course for. He
would just have to try to learn it, or teach her
English, or both.
There was also her vision problem, and the secondary
difficulty of her being invisible. He already had a few
ideas worth trying, but he admitted they were pretty
hit-and-miss. If all else failed, he supposed he would
have to take her to a doctor or something.
Deciding to try and kill two birds with one stone, he
took her on a tour of the house. He pointed out
furniture and objects, had her examine them, then told
her its name.
"Chair," he told her.
"Jalka," she told him. It was a start, anyway.
"Jal-ka," he repeated back to her.
"Chi-ar," she responded. Close enough. He repeated his
word and hers a few times, and she did the same. He
repeated this process for all the major items and
features of the house, and she seemed to be picking it
up quickly.
Breakfast time. He sat her down in a jalka at the
kitchen table and browsed the cupboards. It looked like
the only option available was Fruity Sugar Puffs, a very
queer-sounding but tasty cereal. He got out the box, two
bowls, two cups, and a carton of milk and one of orange
juice from the fridge. He set them all on the table and
sat down next to her.
"Bowl," he said, letting her explore it with her
fingers.
"Bowl," she repeated.
"Cup." He pressed one into her hands. She stiffened for
a moment.
"Ekah?"
"Cup," he said again, a bit puzzled. After a moment she
giggled, seeming to feel the inside of the short blue
glass. "What's so funny?" he asked, feeling left out.
She giggled again and set the cup down on the table,
then turned her chair out a little so that she was
facing him. She reached down, her white cotton sleeve
aiming between her thighs.
"Cup," she said, the front of her sweats flattening a
bit as she briefly patted her crotch.
He felt his face go red. Apparently, he'd just stumbled
on his first extra-dimensional naughty word. He supposed
that it did make some sense, after all, you could hold a
cup, rub a cup, you could even sorta drink from one...
he quickly shook his head clear from those thoughts.
"Glass," he offered.
"Glass," she repeated, seeming to be more comfortable
with that.
He poured her a bowl of cereal, and she stuck her finger
in the bowl and tasted it, the milky outline of her
fingertip seeming to dissolve in her mouth.
"You like?" he asked. Then an idea formed in his head.
He got up and grabbed a few things from the kitchen;
spoons, salt, and two aspirins.
He took her hand in his and guided her to pick up a
spoon. After getting a spoonful of cereal, he brought it
to his mouth, managing not to spill too much of it.
"Mmm," he said, crunching on the cereal and rubbing her
hand over his stomach. She giggled. She was giggling too
much to be very old, but he found it endearing. "Like."
Then he let her feel one of the aspirins before he
popped it in his mouth and chewed it, nearly choking on
the bitter taste.
"Ugh," he said. "Not like." He almost laughed at
himself. He sounded like a caveman, but this was
important.
Now it was her turn. He pressed a spoon into her hand,
and watched as she took a mouthful of cereal and chewed
it thoughtfully, then swallowed. Watching her eat was
both disgusting and fascinating at the same time. The
milky fruit colored bits of cereal were ground up into a
soupy mush and gathered at the back of her mouth before
dropping quickly down her throat.
"Like, or not like?" He asked, hoping that she'd get the
idea.
She smacked her lips for a moment. "Like," she said.
Good, but she could just have been imitating him.
He tapped out some salt into her palm and guided it up
to her mouth. She seemed to hesitate, then the crystals
lifted off as she licked them.
"Ack," she said, not sounding too thrilled.
"Like or not like?"
"Not like." Cool.
He brushed the salt out of her hand and poured some
orange juice into her c.. no, glass. She lifted it
hesitantly and took a sip, the orange liquid swishing
around in her mouth for a moment before being swallowed.
"Like," she said. He patted her on the hand. Her spoon
hovered over her bowl, and he realized that she was
probably hungry. Enough lessons for now, he thought. Let
the poor girl eat.
"Go ahead," he told her then took a bite of his own
cereal. She dug in right away and ate quickly, the
cereal disappearing down the neck of her sweater at
surprisingly fast pace. She wasn't just hungry, she was
starving. He poured more orange juice for her, and when
her bowl was empty, he decided to teach her something
else.
"More?" he asked, rattling the cereal box.
"More?" she repeated uncertainly. He took her hand and
dumped a little cereal into his bowl to demonstrate. He
held it close to her bowl.
"More," she said, then giggled and squeezed his hand as
he refilled her bowl. She continued eating quickly, and
Chaz began to wonder if she was Dimension X's version of
a teenager.
He was somewhat glad that the sweater was hiding her
stomach, as he knew enough about the digestive process
already. He did wonder if food she ate would disappear
after a while. He supposed that he could check, but she
might get the wrong impression if he started lifting up
her shirt, invisible or not.
After her third bowl of cereal and second glass of juice
she seemed satisfied. Chaz cleaned up the dishes as she
clung to his arm in the kitchen. He was going to have to
leave her for a little while in order to get some stuff
that might help their situation, but he didn't know how
she'd react to his absence.
He took her back upstairs and sat her down on the bed,
as that was probably the place most familiar to her. He
suddenly realized that she was the first female to share
a meal with him in more than three months; the first to
sit on his bed on almost five, and the first to occupy
it in more than a year.
So much for my non-existent social life, he thought. And
I somehow have a feeling that the rest of this
vacation's not going to be quite as boring. A thought
suddenly struck him. He had wanted something exciting to
happen. What did they say? Be careful what you wish for,
you might get it?
"I'll be back in a little while," he said, hopefully
reassuring her. He patted her head. "Don't worry, okay?"
She squeezed his hand tightly before he pulled it away
and headed for the bedroom door.
"Maho et," she said softly. He turned to see that she
had laid down on her side and was hugging a pillow to
her chest. If that meant "hurry", he would.
Taking the old beat-up VW, he headed to the nearest
city. He was gone for almost two hours, much longer than
he wanted to be. The stores had been so spread out, and
he had trouble deciding if there were any essentials
that she needed. Clothes weren't too much of a problem.
She needed shoes, but he had no idea what her size was.
Hell, he didn't even know her name.
He settled on getting a few pairs of underwear, guessing
liberally at her waist size, which hadn't been very big,
maybe a 24. He felt self-conscious as he brought the
three pairs of white cotton panties up to the register.
But the middle-aged woman behind the counter only smiled
cordially as she rang them up.
He returned home with panties, groceries, and two items
from a novelty store. One was a black-light lamp, and
the other was a small assortment of flavored body-
paints. He didn't really expect the black light to work,
but for thirty bucks it didn't hurt to try. And the body
paint, well, he was just going to have to play that by
ear.
Chaz walked up the stairs and entered the hall. There
was a thump as the bedroom door swung open, seemingly by
itself.
"Ilak ayte?" He voice was quiet and uncertain, like she
was asking who it was.
"I'm back," he called, heading for the bedroom. "It's
okay." In the doorway, she hastily stumbled into him and
hugged him tightly, burying her head in his chest.
"Not like," she murmured tearfully.
Chaz felt awful. She must have been wondering all this
time whether or not he'd abandoned her. He hugged her
back, stroking her unseen hair soothingly. He was
starting to feel like her big brother.
After a moment, he disengaged himself and took her back
down to the kitchen to put the groceries away. She was
getting better at navigating the stairs, and once in the
kitchen she began exploring the cupboards. After a
moment he heard a crunch as she got into the bag of
cookies he'd just put away.
One floated toward him at the end of the sweater's
sleeve. "More?" she offered.
"Sure," he smiled, taking it and munching on it as she
leaned against the counter and began devouring them. By
the time he had the groceries put away, half the bag was
gone. He took it from her gently, wondering if she ate
this much all the time, and if so, how she wasn't fat.
If she wasn't so tall he'd think she was an adolescent,
but then again, maybe they grew faster wherever she was
from. That reminded him. Introductions were long
overdue.
Taking both her hands in his, he put them on his chest.
"Chaz," he said.
"Chas?" She asked, sounding confused.
He brought her hands to the sides of his head, then
moved them down over the outside of his shoulders and
down his chest toward his legs, encompassing all of him.
"Chaz," he said again.
"Ch-az," she repeated, then squeezed his shoulder,
seeming to understand. "Chaz." She brought his hands to
her chest, just above the swell of her breasts.
"Ky-lee."
"Kylee," he repeated. Kylee. He liked that. Just then
her stomach rumbled, and she giggled and hugged his arm.
Jesus, he thought, she's an eating machine. He was a
little hungry himself, so he made them both a peanut
butter and jelly sandwich, then made another, just in
case.
Kylee wolfed down her sandwich before he'd finished half
of his, then sucked the jelly of her fingers. Even
though he couldn't see her mouth, it was still sexy,
though he'd avoided watching her as she ate.
"More?" He asked.
She seemed to consider for a moment, then decided.
"More."
Maybe she was booted out of her own universe because she
eats so much, he thought with a grin. He gave her the
extra sandwich, which she ate a bit slower than the
first. Now he could imagine how his parent's had felt
when he was a teenager.
He marveled at the way she'd learned to feel around
carefully without knocking over anything. Maybe she
could see the general shape of things, but not the
details. He decided to take her outside and see how she
reacted.
When they were done eating, he led her to the door. She
paused just outside, seeming to look around. She was
still holding his hand tightly, so he guessed that she
probably couldn't see much better, but looking down on
the ground, he himself saw something very interesting.
She had a shadow. It wasn't exactly normal; where the
dark shadows of her clothes ended, the lighter reddish
shadows of her head, feet and hands appeared; looking
like the sunlight was being filtered through thick panes
of stained glass.
Weird. He was going to have to take her to a doctor, or
maybe a scientist at a university.
Letting go of his hand, she pulled off her sweatshirt
and wrapped it around her waist. She took a deep breath,
then bent to feel the grass at her feet.
"Tualak!" She exclaimed, laughing.
"Grass," he told her.
"Grass," she echoed. "Tualak."
"Tualak," he repeated, then squeezed her hand. He was
starting to like this.
She seemed to like being outside, so he sat with her on
the edge of the porch for a while before getting up and
leading her back inside. He still had the black light to
try out.
He plugged it in to the outlet in the bathroom, which
didn't have any windows and was practically pitch dark
with the door shut and the light off. He brought her in
and closed the door, then switched it on. He squinted at
her in the eerie blue-black radiance, seeming to be able
to see something, a shadow maybe.
She let go of him and raised her hand up to her face,
and it took Chaz a moment to realize that he could
actually see it. Well, he couldn't exactly see where it
was, so much as where it wasn't. Her skin seemed to be
absorbing all of the light, so that there was an inky
black nothing where her body was.
He looked at the outline of her head and neck, unable to
see her features, but happy enough to be able to see
something. She reached out and touched his face, with
none of the tentative hesitation of before. She could
see him too, then, at least a little.
She laughed happily, and Chaz couldn't keep from
grinning himself. This might not be much, but it was a
start. She put her arms around his neck, and stood in
front of him, her face perfectly level with his. Attack
of the Six Foot Tall Teenager From Dimension X, he
thought.
"Ilatu nai," she whispered. "Selev oh nai."
Suddenly feeling warm, he put his arms around her waist
and kissed her gently, feeling her body stiffen with
surprise. He was almost as surprised as she was. He
pulled away after a moment, their lips making a soft
smacking sound as they came apart. She was standing very
still, almost like she was frozen. He could hear her
breathing a little faster than before.
"Like, or not like?" he asked quietly, feeling like he
had to sat something. He'd given in to the impulse to
kiss her before he even knew it had been there. She
barely hesitated before answering.
"Like," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "More?"
He felt his face grow hot. "Uh, sure." He touched his
mouth to hers again, feeling her lips press back against
his as he kissed her tenderly. She seemed even more
tentative than he was, and he wondered if she'd ever
done this before. Make that Attack of the Six Foot tall
Virgin From Dimension X? Maybe. He'd like to find out,
but he was going to leave that up to her, and also up to
evolution. There was no guarantee that their plumbing
was even compatible.
He gently slipped his tongue into her mouth, hoping that
she was still full from lunch. To his relief, she made
no attempt to eat it. Instead, she began darting her own
tongue around it, playing a spirited game of tag between
each other's mouths. Her tongue was long and quick, but
not supernaturally so, and wasn't even forked. He was
surprised to find that he was a little disappointed.
Her hands slid over his back, tracing his spine and
shoulder blades through his shirt. This was fast
becoming one of the hottest kisses he'd ever had. The
Universal Language seemed to be coming through with
flying colors. Talk about a blind date, he thought.
Chaz stopped for a moment and came up for air. She
didn't seem to need a rest. She began kissing all over
his face; his cheeks; his nose; his chin; his ears;
everything within reach. I'd better be careful, he
thought. If she showed the same passion for sex as she
does for eating, he was a dead man.
The black light was starting to hurt his eyes, and he
thought it was probably time to relocate anyway. She
didn't protest as he switched it off, then led her back
out into the bedroom. He kissed her again for a moment,
then sat on the bed and waited to see what she would do.
He didn't have to wait long, as she giggled and pounced
on him playfully, pushing him back on the bed and
straddling him in much the same position she had landed
in the previous night.
She stroked his face lovingly and nuzzled his neck, her
soft breasts rubbing against his chest. His hands roved
over her backside, cupping and squeezing the firm cheeks
of her ass. She moaned and started grinding her pelvis
against his, his very sensitive and very erect penis
sliding between her thighs as she dry-humped him.
The sheer horniness of her behavior was almost scary,
but it was also getting him hotter and harder than he'd
ever been before. He stripped her shirt off over her
head and discarded it, then felt down her invisible
shoulders until he reached her firm, perky tits. They
almost jumped into his hands as she suddenly arched her
back with a shudder, letting out a long whimpering
groan.
Chaz realized with a shock that she'd just cum on his
lap! Jesus, and they talked about guys having a hair-
trigger! She panted against his cheek and moaned softly
as he began gently kneading her tits, the nipples
already stiff and pressing against his palms. So far,
she was every bit a human female, albeit an
exceptionally horny one.
"Neolka," she whispered, sounding apologetic. He
suddenly wondered if her universe was exactly the same
as his, except that the women suffered from premature
ejaculation instead of the men. It was a strange
possibility, but as she began tugging at his shirt, he
realized that he needn't have worried. He helped her
pull it off, then sighed as she ran her hands over his
bare chest. He locked his arms around her waist and sat
up, feeling a nipple brush his cheek. He found it with
his lips and sucked it into his mouth, making her groan
softly. She kissed the top of his head and ran her
fingers through his hair, gasping as he suckled at her
breasts, first one, then the other.
The air were her nipples were glistened faintly with his
saliva. The fact that she was invisible seemed to add a
whole new level of arousal instead of detracting from
it. Everything was a mystery, everything was a
sensation; the feel of her soft, smooth skin; the sound
of her breathing; the natural, fragrant smell of her
body; the cool, sweet taste of her flesh.
He slid his hands beneath her sweats and kneaded her
bare butt, relishing the texture of her velvety skin. He
felt her hands at his waist, fumbling with his belt. He
helped her with it, and she began unbuttoning his jeans.
He rubbed his hands over her curvy hips, passing beyond
where she had stopped him last night and sliding them
down her supple thighs. Her sweats were pulled down to
about mid-hip, and he imagined that he'd be getting an
eyeful if he could've seen her.
She had his fly open and was tracing the bulge in his
underwear with her gentle fingers. He slid his hands
back up to her stomach, then placed one against her flat
belly and slid it slowly downward. He felt the slight,
almost chubby rise of her mound, and his thumb brushed
over her thin patch of short-and-curlies. Her pubic hair
was soft, becoming slightly damp as he explored further.
Finally, his thumb touched the top of her slit, rubbing
against the small exposed bud of what could only be a
clitoris.
Chaz breathed a sigh of relief. So far, so great. Her
firm, swollen labia were hot and slick, and she gasped
as he slid his fingers along them, marveling at how wet
and steamy she was. Now, for the final test. He placed
his index finger against her opening and began slowly
pushing it in, feeling her vagina quiver around it. She
was tight, and more importantly, had no teeth or any
other nasty strangeness inside her. She was humping
softly against his finger, and he slowly pulled it out,
bringing it to his mouth to taste her.
Fresh; musky; delicious. He was about to go back for
more when she pushed her sweats down around her thighs
and then yanked them off. Now she was completely naked,
and completely invisible. Chaz closed his eyes as she
gently pushed him down and kissed him, her hands pulling
his jeans and underwear down to his thighs. She sat up
and hovered over his lap, and he felt her hand lift his
penis up and guide it as she lowered herself onto it.
The sensation of slipping into her warm body was
incredible. She stopped when he was about halfway into
her, and he felt a stretchy resistance that was blocking
further progress. Her hymen. He began to reach out to
support her when she suddenly dropped her weight down,
impaling herself completely on his penis with a cry of
pain.
He held her by the waist, rubbing her sides comfortingly
as she sat still on his lap, her hot tunnel quivering
around his shaft. He looked down, seeing his penis
standing up, seeming to be surrounded by nothing but air
as it twitched with pleasure at being buried inside her.
She began moving slightly, and he closed his eyes and
meshed his fingers with hers as she began to gently ride
him.
She whimpered softly, but he couldn't tell whether from
pain or pleasure. His own gasps were of unmistakable
ecstasy. She steadily increased her tempo, seeming to
Chaz to be releasing all her pent-up energy from eating
all day. Her bouncing reached an almost frantic pace,
and Chaz was surprised that he was holding out this
long. He had expected to come almost immediately in her
snug and overheated 'cup'.
Suddenly, she cried out again, this time in obvious and
intense pleasure as he felt her vagina begin to flutter
around his penis. She climaxed violently on top of him,
her whole body shaking and shivering to the point where
he thought she might be having a seizure. It was her
first full-on sex orgasm, and it was a big one.
As she fell limply on top of him, her tits pressing
firmly against his chest and her moaning breaths warming
his ear, his testicles drew up and he felt his own
orgasm begin. His hips twitched involuntarily as he
climaxed heavily into her motionless body, his vision
blurring and senses fading until he was only aware of
her weight on top of him and the explosive sensations of
his penis expelling his semen deep inside her. It was
one of the best orgasms of his life, and he could only
shudder and hug her tightly against him until it was
over.
"Like," she whispered breathily in his ear. "Like, or no
like?"
"Oh God," he moaned. "Like. Like much."
She giggled softly. "More?"
"Sure, in a little while," he said squeezing her
affectionately and kissing her sweaty forehead.
"Sure," she echoed, tensing her vaginal muscles around
his penis, which was hyper-sensitive after his mind-
blowing orgasm. He gasped. She *was* dangerous after
all, he thought, but not because she was alien or
violent. She was going to kill him with sex.
They lay there for a few minutes, his dick never quite
softening, as she would clench her talented pussy around
it every so often. He saw a large gob of pearly-white
fluid hanging over his penis, some trickling down around
it but most staying up in her body.
Uh-oh, he thought. Would our kids be invisible, visible,
or just transparent? That was assuming they could have
kids, she might have different genes or something. He
stopped worrying. With the way he felt right now, he'd
be happy to raise a litter with this incredible girl,
whether he could see them or not.
He was surprised to find that his penis was reviving,
and as she started bouncing up and down on top of him
again, he got up and eased her off him, then lowered
himself down on her, his dick sliding unguided back into
her like a heat-seeking missile.
She groaned, wrapping her long legs around him and
humping up at him as he thrust into her with long
strokes, quickly bringing her to another shuddering
orgasm, then a few minutes later, two right after one
another. She collapsed beneath him and panted weakly, as
he slowed, then stopped. He could wait a little longer,
and he had a feeling he was going to need his strength.
Sure enough, after she recovered and they had dinner,
Kylee was tugging at his pants again. He made love to
her then, and once more later that night. As he fell
exhausted into bed, she crawled over him and began
nibbling at his ear. As much as he wanted to, he just
couldn't rise to the occasion. It had been too much, and
too good. She seemed to understand, and curled up in his
arms, the warmth of her body and the softness of her
hair quickly lulling him into a deep and satisfying
sleep.
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
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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