Hazel fidgeted as she sat on the sofa. Trudy seemed to notice her discomfort, and reached out to hold her hand to reassure her. Thankfully, Trudy had been even less skeptical than she had expected. When she had told her about the incidents on the beach and her concurrent dreams, Trudy had laughed at first, but then she seemed to suddenly switch tack and become more believing of the tale Hazel was telling. Thankfully, she had not had any further dream to talk about -- her sleep the previous night was remarkable for how deep and restful it was. If she had had any dream, she was grateful that it was not as frightening as the previous nights'.
Trudy had immediately made arrangements with some guy she said she always consulted with on such spiritual matters. That was how she came to be here, sitting in the stranger's sitting room waiting while he prepared the room for her. Am I doing the right thing? she thought to herself. Maybe I'm just going mad. Trudy seemed to read her mind and squeezed her hand again.
"Hey, look," she said suddenly, rousing Hazel from her semi-reverie. "I want to stay but I've just received an SMS from a potential client and I've got to go."
"I... umm..." Hazel hesitated. It would not be right to keep Trudy from doing her job, after all. This was purely her own problem, and she should seek to resolve it herself. As it was, she was thankful to Trudy for arranging for the visit to the medium and accompanying her to his place as well. "Oh, alright. You should go, then."
"Alright," smiled Trudy, and Hazel thought for a moment that there was something strange about her smile. "I'm really sorry about leaving you like this. But you can trust him. I've come to see him for years."
"OK, if you say so," she replied, sipping the drink the medium had left for her.
"Drink up," said Trudy, as she downed the rest of her drink. The medium was really taking quite a long time to prepare the room. "You've got to do everything he says. He knows what he's doing and he'll make sure you resolve this one way or another. Remember that."
"OK," she replied as she followed her friend's actions. She had initially been surprised by Trudy's reactions to her call -- she had expected her to cut off the line. After all, she was the ex-wife of the man Trudy was seeing. But Trudy had been warm and friendly... it had almost seemed like they were back to being the best friends that they once were.
"I'll be going now," said Trudy. "Got to get there in 20 minutes, and you know what traffic's like at this hour."
Hazel nodded, thanked her once again, and settled back into the comfortable sofa as her friend closed the door behind her. How long was the medium going to take? She was beginning to feel a little drowsy.
"I'm sorry," he said, coming of the room and startling her with his sudden appearance. He was really not bad looking, a young guy who looked like he visited the gym a fair bit. The first time she had seen him, she had wondered if Trudy had been pulling her leg about Kevin being a medium. He just did not seem to fit her own impressions of what a medium should be like.
She nodded in reply and stood up, brushing her skirt down. "I... Trudy had to..." she began, and he continued: "... go off because she got a sudden call about a prospective client. I know. I knew this would happen the moment you ladies came here."
"Oh. OK. I suppose I should go in..?"
"Yes, please do."
"Oh, but I couldn't find..."
"The item? That's alright," he smiled at her and she suddenly felt weak. "It disappeared after you put it in your bag, right?"
"Yes, I... how did you..?"
"How did I know? That's what I do for a living, remember?"
"Oh. Yes, of course."
She stepped into the room, immediately noticing the strong smells of incense. There were joss sticks and a smelter at the far end of the room, on what looked like an altar. She felt her head spin for a moment and had to put out her hand to steady herself. Her hand found the bare body of the medium. She was right, he had been working out -- his body was rippling with muscles and felt firm to the touch. She must have blushed because she felt the heat burning throughout her body. When did he take off his..? she wondered as she smiled gratefully at him.
Then she heard him say: "Take off your clothes. Take off everything."
Remembering Trudy's words to her before she left, Hazel nodded, put down her bag on the floor next to the large bed, then began to slowly take off her clothes. She hesitated for a moment as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties -- no one had seen her naked since... since what's-his-name -- then Kevin smiled at her again and she relaxed, pushing her undies down the length of her legs. Straightening up, she realised that Kevin was naked too. A small part of her mind wondered why it was that he was similarly unclothed, but Trudy's words kept echoing in her mind: "Trust him." So she suppressed the tiny urge to cover up her breasts and pussy and stood before him, bare and naked.
His eyes were moving all over her body, and his tongue kept slipping out to lick his lips. "Why don't you go lie down, Hazel?" he said in a voice that sounded the way a lover's would, and she did as she was told, slipping onto the bed next to her. Again, her instinct to cover up her private parts was overpowered by what Trudy had said. Instead, she simply lay there and let him continue looking at her nude body, at the glowing hot area in her groin that was exposed by her slightly splayed legs.
"That's a nice cunt you have there, Hazel," he said and she would have blushed if she could, but all she could do was nod and keep looking at him. He had moved to the area in front of the bed, just between her legs, and his unwavering attention on her pubic mound was making her quiver. She felt little shocks of electricity shooting out from her vagina as he lowered himself down onto the bed, his eyes not straying from her trembling slit.
"I like the way your pussy looks," he smiled at her and she smiled in return, even though the words resonated in a part of her brain that was screaming at her to stop this relentless examination of her privates. "It's neat -- not too much hair, and your lips are nice and plump. That's a nice little mole you have right there too."
His finger descended on a spot that was just above her weeping gash and she gasped as the electric shocks suddenly intensified. Ted had been the first to see it, she thought, as her breathing quickened. He thought it was cute too. The finger suddenly slipped downwards, into the moistened valley of her vulva and she groaned out loud. The sensations down there were intensifying, becoming unbearable. Should I stop this? she wondered as his finger strayed lower, seeking, then finding the entrance to her vagina. I think I sh... oooooh! Kevin had wasted no time slipping his finger inside her. He appeared to be testing the suppleness of her vaginal walls, pressing his fingertip up against different spots up inside.
"I heard you don't like sex," he said to her. His voice now sounded like it was coming from far away, and as he spoke he seemed to be receding even further. "So I guess you can't have used this much."
She nodded again, unable to open her mouth to speak. Her throat was dry, her vocal cords seemed numb and unable to produce any sounds other than groans and moans. I... yes, I... she thought, and she thought she would cry. That was the reason why Ted had strayed. Because she hadn't been able to satisfy him. I couldn't. Not like this. Never like this.
He withdrew his finger, bringing it up to her face. "See how wet you are?" he teased. She nodded again, the smell of her own musk combining with the incense to make her head spin. In some small part of her, she was screaming in embarrassment. "I can tell you can't wait for me to get in there." She nodded again, unsure of what he meant. Of course she did. She wanted him to get in there so he could help solve the mystery of what was happening to her.
"Spread your legs wider so I can look at you. Good... good!" he said as she complied with his order. Her thighs were spread in a wide V in front of his head. His gaze on her privates was unwavering, and she swore she could feel her lower lips blush. "Here we go," he said, and she felt his fingers at her fleshy entrance to her sex, spreading and opening her up so he could look right up into the most secret parts of her. they The sound of her nether lips squelching as they were peeled apart resounded in her ears, along with her own gasping breath. "Nice! Very nice!"
She shivered again at his enthusiastic praising of her vulva. It was wrong, somehow, she knew that from somewhere inside the deepest recesses of her brain. "Trust him" came the echo of Trudy's voice in her mind and she relaxed, spreading her legs wider and giving him more access to her sex. Of course he had to look at it. He had to look for the doll's head that had been in there. She had felt a sudden shock when she reached into her bag to bring out the wads of toilet tissue for Trudy's inspection. It wasn't there. She had frozen at the thought that it might have found its way back inside, last night, while she was sleeping in her bed. The one without the bedposts or bedknobs.
