New Millennium Sex Tales 01

the

'sexual revolution' of the 70's

was a miss-named glimmer

of the quiet next phase of humane evolution

that is only just beginning...

Hi, I'm Sarah. I'm two years out of high school and I feel alive. Maybe I've been stuck in my room too long, too deep in my head. This virus stuff is a mindf_k. But I've also learned to do some internal research!

But this story will be mostly about tonight. We can go out now! And a moonbeam is streaming into my bedroom. It's lighting a smart alecky shape on my bed — my new minidress! The rectangle is so short! It shimmers, with silvery wool threads on the outer tunic. This is my tale of discovery. Feel free to read, as long as it interests you.

It took lots of time and hilarious failures but I've learned to design a dress. I'm so glad I had something to do. And it fits

me

; that makes

me

attractive. My well-defined walker legs look shapely, and my tightish ass and petite bod make a discernible bends in the carefully placed verticals. I'm feeling warm.

I used to work some time at a gallery shop, shop for deals, and take varied classes at the local college, including art. I've trying to keep my creative juices flowing, and sewing and designs help. My parents work jobs they like so they are not rich, but they are reasonable and not too needy, and I've got a great room. I can walk around, even dance. There's natural light and privacy, and a mirror I've carefully placed.

I was thoroughly on the sidelines in high school, maybe that's why I got out relatively unscathed. And I've been happy. But now a few years out, I wouldn't quite say "rut." I'm still pretty much a virgin. I tried boys, but the boys were either dull and superficial or drunkards. Most girls are even more superficial and there's these power games I never bothered to understand. At least I have an imagination. And when I was stuck in my room for fuckin months I looked more into this thing called "self-actualization." It made me feel sort of lofty. But then there's this last chapter. I'm so glad Dr. Maslow wrote about actualized love, including solo. There were some good energy back in 1970's and I hope its not lost.

So, to be clear, I was absolutely, totally, surprised; flabbergasted, when I first read how long joy can last! I don't know why I didn't ask that question before! But stuck for too many weeks and holy fuck, the experiments just got better and better! Is this what it means to be alive?!

Ok so it would embarrass me to talk more about that. And tonight I can go out! I feel so social, so biological— I want to share! Today was warm and balmy and I had a safe bike ride. I'm showered and wrapped in a fresh towel and my muscles feel pumped. Let me turn up the music! Bye towel, let me put on silvery triangles that will dance in the mirror moonlight.

And now my dress... just tight enough and freedom is leaking out as legs — youw!

Silver flats with a precise little heel finish with a kick. The charcoal hoody is just in case with a zip pocket for my id. My hair is perfectly short and black (I had time to fuss with it). I'm sharp. I wonder if he will notice?

The horn blared; I skipped down the stairs and out! I tried not to be too happy reaching up to lock the door. My guy was standing by his pride and joy sports car. I've seen so many picture lately. He was waiting patiently, smiling and looking good. He is handsome and rather tall and his body looks friendly. I walked to him in a friendly way. He smiled and looked at my dress and politely said "hello." He opened my door. I sat down demurely, wondering where he'd look. At his shinny new tires! Hmmm. Was the outfit too wild? Too homemade? Not a problem, something told me the party will be more interesting.

He started the car and we were underway. He was trustworthy and could talk intelligently if the topic interested him. He had good taste in music and it was a longish drive to the party, so I kept up the superficial banter. I inquired about the event and it sounded interesting. When I asked him if hot babes would be available his profile smiled with delight.

He fiddled a lot with the stereo but his vision stopped there. The high end system beat darkness with resonance. We were leaving the city; the dark country we were entering seemed strangely inviting. I put the seat back some as buildings became few and far between. We were being swallowed slowly by a deep woods, and the foreboding atmosphere was amplified by the gothic beat. He wasn't watching me but it seemed like the moon was.

The journey continued and after a while nonverbals seemed to say "lost." Just as I began to figure out how to bring the possibility up, the engine spit and sputtered. Then it coughed, and the car was coasting to the side of the road. Then he sputtered, a string of obscenities as he got out. Some anger. Hood up, fiddle fiddle fiddle. I turned the music back on and the dark tune seemed so right.

"Nothing we can do with this damn thing and there's no f-n cell service. We've got to find a phone," he said in droning tones through my open window. I laughed — there was nothing outside but dark jungle!

I'd been cooped up too long! I opened the door and hopped out of the car. I needed to move. It was a lovely night for a walk and my legs were free. He wanted to head back, downhill, but I convinced him we had passed nothing for miles. Wasn't he looking at

anything

?! Ahead and up the modest hill was the only hope and he was too sullen to argue.

My shoes sounded nice against the gravely edge of the road. I could move in my dress, and my hoody was just enough security on this dark and balmy night. The air was oxygenated and my lungs drunk it in. But my friend was grumpy and sort of slow. To channel my ready energy, I took silly high steps. I jumped up in a twirl. I looked around.

Just as the pace was getting annoying, I spotted a great sign. "Look," I pointed. It took a minute but he followed my finger and saw the path. And as we stepped toward it, we could see them. Tiny, still a distance good away, but arranged over a large expanse — soft lit high windows, suggesting a large stone almost castle, obscured by woods and jungle. And the path looked like it led to the house. I shouted "let's go!" and assumed he followed.

It was up and down but at least the path was mostly well-placed stones, and the moon provided plenty of light. And thankfully, it was a good path — there was no brush to scratch my bare legs. And wow, they looked great in the light. The shoes worked well, gripping the rocks and earth precisely. I was in a rhythm bounding from rock to rock. Step step, hop hop, my legs knew where to go. What fun!

And then my guy crept into my mind. I looked back and saw darkness. I couldn't abandon him, or at least shouldn't. I bounded back downhill and found him, slowly picking his way, eyes stuck worriedly to the ground.

"I'm fine" he grunted, "don't worry about me."

"I can help you."

"No."

"I'll be just ahead" and turned to bounce forward again, skipping back into the rhythm. I paused at a view and light perspiration tingled my bare skin. I was glad to not be overdressed; I tied the hoody around my waist. And then I folded it over; I liked the air.

The path became grand and I resumed my forward dance, bounding faster and faster across luscious steps. The rocks were spaced perfectly and music was playing in my head.

Suddenly I was at a pinnacle and an amazing sight lay out before me. It was an elegant stone structure with elegant modern lines, set nicely in a landscape of courtyard and trees. In the moonlight! Between me and the castle was a dark ravine. And was that a gurgling brook somewhere in the center? I jumped up both fists up in delight.

It was nice to look around. Before me was a ravine, with a nice path winding down into the brook. And was that a steeper path that went down and up concisely, twisting around with incredible perfect steps. I looked back and the guy was still struggling, with a cranky posture. "You ok?"

"Yeaah."

I thought about diving in, letting gravity take me into the spring.

I stopped to breath. I looked at the moon. It was so bright! And it really lit my dress. I felt so alive! I pulled it up just a bit to let my privates say hello to the moon. OMG! I wiggled. I turned around and let my other side say "hello".

Then I took a deep breath and turned and skipped down into the brook, faster and faster, my feet juggling a faith in momentum. At the brook there was stone seat, and was that a tin cup? I was moving too fast. My feet knew where to go and stayed mostly dry, and then the muscles pushed upward into the twisted staircase, not a bit of momentum lost. The stones guided my feet and twisting me up the spiral. I took in deep breaths as my eye passed above the slate platform. Momentum still with me, at the last step I leapt into a spiral above the platform. The moon kissed me as I whirled. I landed perfectly balanced on my two feet, looking directly into large dark windows reflecting my being. The castle was still about twenty feet away. But wow, I looked so happy and alive, poised at the center of this tremendous scene. I turned sideways and had a nice petite profile. It just felt good to be close to somewhere.

But then I looked again into the reflection and I wondered, should I have waited for him? Did he see my silly little dance? Would I look crazy? Could someone be in the castle watching, laughing, ...filming?! I looked down at my shoes and there were splatters of mud.

I looked at the castle and took a deep breath. It was definitely stone, and probably old and cold. But it had those elegant lines. It qualified as the haunted mansion type, modern style. I tried to appreciate it. But an anxious shiver was still hiding in my spine. There was something in me and I decided to look at it. This estate really did look like a place where vampires would live. Somewhat cold exterior, ageless design. The vampires obviously had good taste, or at least vision. Much better than the stripmall structures pervading my world. I hoped I wouldn't find soap-opera melodrama in there; if I did, I'm running back to nature!

And then the dilemma crystalized. If they were decent vampires, would I accept their invitation — everlasting death — or would I return to "life" in my town?! I laughed at the new perspective and the obvious answer. Now my vulnerability felt good. My pose got saucier."I'm here!" I waved my arms up in the air and leaned my head back — here's my neck. Why do I feel so horny!

But I needed to check on my guy. I was turning back when the castle door opened and a glimpse of an interesting man slipped into the corner of my eye. I kept turning a full circle and found him on the other side. He was a ways away, but he seemed to be watching and smiling. Was that appreciation? He was dark and rather handsome.

His medium voice resonated across the stone. "Excellent moves madame. I hope there is some way we can assist you." He smiled at me.

I said "Yes, you can, I think" with a loud voice. "I am standing here because my friend is coming up the easy path. His car broke down and we were looking for help. And we found this lovely pathway!"

"Thank you. We do like to stroll. I think you saw the spring at the bottom? No, it probably was too dark. But the water is delicious. And inside, we have a comfortable place for you to rest. Would you like to come in?"

I took a deep breath, and started walking over, a gesture of faith. As I continued I asked if we could leave the door ajar for my friend, and the man said "oh most definitely."

When I got closer I stopped to look back for my friend and take a breath. I thought it would be a big step to go inside; I really hoped it wasn't a slasherfest, or worse yet a cheaply written hollywood dramafest.

But the vibes felt good. My host was watching gently, and he looked nice, dressed in dark comfortable clothes. Something told me he would let me be me. I went forward, and as I got close he still seemed pleasant, so I kept walking through the massive door, into a dark elegant entry, and then a largish softly lit room.

————

People were seated around in quiet conversation. They were not in slasher mode, at least not yet. But their eyes did all shift to me. There were two more men, and two sexy but smiling women on the right. Their shinny notice caused some tingling.

I said "Hi, I'm Sarah," and one of the men said "Welcome."

I took a half-step into the light and looked around the artful room, letting them check me out. The paintings and sculptures looked really good, and the first man explained our situation. Their looks felt nice. When I slowly turned back to them, my attention was captured by the handsome man in the center of the five. He was seated with a pleasant smile, nice dark informal outfit, and dark glasses.

"We hope you like our home," said dark glasses.

I moved my eyes past him and pretended to look more around the room while watching him watch me out of the corners of my eyes. The artwork was interesting but I was sizzling under my dress. If he was a vampire, I liked my destiny. I turned around to continue my "examination" and my pose got just a little spunky. Did my cheeks feel cool air rising from the floor? Why did I want to breath so deeply?

The first man said, "Am I correct that you admire our decor?"

"It's just, so, elegant," I replied simply.

"We're glad," said the thinner woman, "You obviously have good taste. Where did you get that

amazing

dress?!"

I turned into her smile. "Design by Sarah," I said with a smile as her compliment went through me. I was feeling warm power from her?

"The lines are perfect. It is stylish and original, and it fits you... and your lovely, healthy body, so well. You have a real talent. You designed that all by yourself?" She was so positive, and seemed so genuine.

"Well, I borrowed from other designs. But the combination is mine." I wanted to show her the inner layer.

"I am so amazed. I want to hire you, any price."

"Thanks. But I can only promise one thing — exclusive."

The thin woman chuckled and said, "That's the way all fashion should be." I liked her. She would look good in my dress. I'm still sizzling, I hope it doesn't show.

"Can we look at your dress more? I mean, could you untie your hoody and turn around for us?

"It's like a fashion show," she added. "You could stand over here, on the pedestal, to catch the moonlight."

So I laughed lightly and tossed off the hoody and walked to the spot. I guess they liked moonlight too. I turned a circle slowly and lifted a foot off the ground. I finished the circle to see them all starring and smiling. God, that made me feel hot. Attack me!!

The fuller woman added her review. "I love that tweedy silver tunic. It's like armor with its glisten. Yet, the cotton stretch lining must be comfy and fits you so well. What a smart design. And the silvery shoes on luscious legs matches sooo well." She ended with a deep voice in some foreign language. It seemed to vibrate through me.

"Thank you."

The thin woman finished the topic. "The contract is sealed. Sarah, please have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I'm so glad you happened by!"

"But first — Blake, could you get a soft wet cloth? I think Sarah's steps splashed mud on those perfect shoes. Sarah, please stay there for a minute." They just looked and smiled. What could I do?

The first dude returned with the cloth and slowly bent down to clean my shoes. He politely looked straight down but his head was so close I wanted to scream! Can I squat down?!

Then my guy knocked, and I explained that it must be him. To beckon him in I turned, still feeling the dudes eye so close by. The crowd welcomed my guy in and asked him to take a seat.

I looked at the sofa and thought he'd sit there. He stepped towards our sofa and hesitated, and then passed it by, to sit in the chair between dark glasses and skinny woman. A wave of embarrassment flowed through me. Ok, both of the women over there were extremely hot, and skinny was the cultural icon.

But they were still looking at me, with a friendly appreciation. My warmth returned, mixed with a wave of freedom. I relaxed and enjoyed their attention. Blake finished his careful cleaning and I was trying not to light up in flames. Then I felt awkward and stumbled to the sofa.

Dark glasses stared at me and spoke. "We have an excellent and reliable mechanic, and we would be glad to call him, although he won't be available until morning. Would that be helpful?"

"Sure," said my guy.

"And if you find us tolerable, we can find you a room or two to sleep in."

"Thanks!" I said, maybe too anxious.

The first guy asked if we'd like snacks and got up to go after my "Sure!"

Then dark glasses inquired about us. My guy spoke first in his self-serving way. They responded pleasantly and asked some obvious questions. Then I broke in to give a brief history and start talking about the trail and the landscape.

Dark glasses said he appreciated my eye for design, and that when there was time he would love to show me the garden. I hoped my shaking was not too visible.

"That would be great."

Then the fuller woman spoke.

"Are you two engaged, or just friends?"

My guy responded quickly; "Just friends. We've known each other for some time." Then he explained that we were looking for this party, and dropped a few names.

"Hmm, have not heard of them," she said to him. Then she looked at me and smiled.

Then the drinks and snack arrived. I was impressed! Wonderful fresh treats, fruit and grain bars just sweet enough for a nature nut, and a choice of teas with hot water. One pitcher looked liked soda, but was that wonderfully cloudy kumbacha! I leaned forward and started eating. I was hungry.

I gave my enthusiastic review — "wonderful mixture of fruit and grain and honey — freshness blended with lightly toasted grain. And this kumbucha is fresh! — and so refreshing!"

They appreciated my comments and told me everything was local. I felt energy increasing. And then I started commenting on the neat art, and they responded nicely, telling me about the two paintings. I was on the front of the seat and I could almost feel their happy pleasant liking. The food was energizing my brain and my body, all of it! I smiled at each one and they smiled back. As I turned my head up to finish the drink I felt a little overwhelmed. It was too much, I sat back.

Then my guy brought up his car, dropping specs. They were tolerant but I wasn't and I let my mind drift.

This really was an elegant place. Set in deep woods, with large rooms and high ceilings, spaciously decorated with stone and wood tables. The floors were thick wood planks with a harmony of simple modern rugs. It smelled pleasant and clean.

And then I looked at the ceramic sculptures. Lovely textured clay with colorful glazes on the edges. What was that about them? Were they moving? Could I feel them?! I went back to the conversation.

Our hosts were pleasant and welcoming, and there was something nice about the dialog. Full woman said something witty, and after a few minutes I realized why the conversation was so nice. They had intelligence and perspective and they were sharing it in this harmonious banter; no one person dominated. They were even polite to my guy's self-promotion; they played with it lightly, while still being (too) respectful.

So I listened and enjoyed. And then I realized, I had been so busy taking everything in I lost their names. I decided that the guy who answered the door, Blake, was "Dude 1." He was tall and roughly handsome, like a good calvary guy. He could march! Dude 2 was also nice, in a skinnier, slightly more nerdy way. Both of them were attentive, and they looked ready to take care of me.