This is a collaboration story between me and my friend Black Velvet. Sara belongs to Black Velvet while Matt and Simon belong to me. All written text and characters are copyrighted and may not be used without permission. This story will contain boy/girl, girl/girl, boy/boy, and threesome sexual content. Some chapters may not contain any sexual content. In which case, we also hope you enjoy the story. Feel free to stroke our egos, we love getting comments! Stroke them enough and we'll give you more faster. :)
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The next day they showed up at the UW campus at 2:00 on the dot at Simon's office, after getting a bit lost. Matt figured she should wait outside for a while before going in, in order not to scare the hell out of Simon the first time around. She didn't want to put it in his head that they were playing some weird practical joke on him and piss him off to the point where he'd refuse to help. Sara pointed out he might think that anyway since there really was no good way of explaining it without sounding like a lunatic, but eventually agreed that going slower might be the safer route. Sara knocked on the door alone, and heard the rumble of Simon's muffled reply to enter.
The office wasn't that big, and was cluttered with books, papers, and some Chinese knick-knacks. The carpet was deep red and a bit stained, and there was a large oak desk with stacks of papers lined up in piles around the edges, filled paper sorters, and an open laptop. Simon looked up from the laptop when she came in and smiled.
Sara's breath caught in her throat and her mind went temporarily blank.
Simon Webb had always been cute in an awkward sort of way, but now he'd become outright gorgeous. His mother was Chinese and his father was Welsh, so he had the slender pointed face and straight silky blue-black hair of his mother, which he'd grown so long it was wound in a neat and tight braid down to the middle of his back. The rest of his features—including a striking set of round blue eyes—were all Caucasian. His parents had moved to the United States from Wales when he was in his teens, and somehow he'd grown up much taller than either of them. He was at least six foot two, with had broad shoulders and arms. Not so broad that it made Sara think of a body builder, but broad in that she could tell he worked out regularly. His tailored gray pinstripe slacks, black shoes, and a white button down shirt were simple, but flattered his body, and a pair of slim-framed wire rimmed glasses enhanced those incredible blue eyes. He smiled brilliantly at Sara when he saw her, and got up with his arms opening for a hug. His voice was a sexy and smooth baritone with a light Welsh accent, "Sara, it's great to see you again!"
She hugged him and forced her mind to focus. "Likewise, Simon. When did you get back into town?"
He pulled her close to him—and he smelled good, like some very nice, light and spicy aftershave. "I've been teaching here for about a year or so now."
She pulled back and slapped his arm playfully, "A whole year and you never once tried to find us?"
He put his hands up in surrender, "Ok, I give. But I figured you guys would have moved on, and it would have been awkward. Speaking of guys, where's Matt? I thought he was going to come with you."
She sobered, "He's—here. He's in the hallway waiting. He wanted me to talk to you first and explain a few things."
Simon's brow creased in concern, "Is he ok?"
She gestured with her hand, not quite sure how to answer. "In a manner of speaking. He's okay, but you might want to sit down."
He looked perplexed and scratched the back of his head. "Well, all right." He turned and pulled a chair out for her and gestured for her to sit in front of his desk and took his seat around the other side, "We'll get down to business then so he's not stuck in the hall for too much longer. What's going on?"
Sara pulled the box out of her purse and started to tell him the story—how they found it, how the lid wouldn't open, and what happened to Matt when he finally opened it.
Simon took the box and adjusted his glasses, looking it over while she talked. He opened up a bottom drawer of his desk, and pulled out a cloth and rubbed some of the symbols so he could read it better. He said nothing when Sara finished her story, studying the box intently.
She looked at him nervously. "Can I let Matt in now? She...he's not too comfortable in public at the moment."
Simon looked at her, face neutral, but serious. "You're telling me he opened this box and now he's a
girl
?"
She nodded, "Yes."
He lifted one eyebrow and looked warily at her like he was expecting her to pull some bizarre prank on him. "Ohhhkaaaaay."
She got up and opened the door, gesturing to Matt. "Come in now."
Matt came in and Simon stood up. They stared at each other and Matt had the same reaction that Sara did, struck suddenly and hard with how handsome Simon was. It took her a moment to realize she was staring at him, and she felt sheepish. Embarrassed, she finally cleared her throat and said, "Hi, Simon, long time, no see."
Simon was silent. He stared some more at Matt then he looked at Sara like he was wondering what the hell they were both doing in his office.
Matt shifted uncomfortably from one leg to another, her eyes flicking from Simon to Sara and back.
Sara coughed nervously. "Simon?"
Simon shook his head. "I-I don't understand this."
Matt looked at Sara. "You
did
tell him, right?"
Sara looked desperate. "Of course I did! I'm telling you the truth Simon, this is Matt, the same guy we went to college with!"
Simon leaned over his desk, palms down on top of it. "I'm waiting for the punch line here, folks."
Sara pursed her lips, went over to the desk and leaned over it, mimicking him with palms down and looked him in the eye. "There is no punch line Simon. Matt was cleaning the box; it opened and there was a flash of light. When we could see again, he was like this." She gestured back at Matt. "The key is in that box and you're the one who can translate it and or research the history of it." Her look softened. "You're the only one we can trust with this Simon."
Simon's face was almost kissably close. He looked more confused than ever and looked at Matt again, "Ok, fine. Tell me something only Matt would know."
