The Last Incubus Ch 20

The Last Incubus: Chapter 20

Note to readers: this chapter contains some light bondage--sort of.

Chapter 20: A busy night of dream-walking.

"You will not fear the terror of the night." ~ Psalm 91 v. 5.

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"Ross? Come in," Kayla said as she answered the door at the Beta Iota sorority house.

"Zucchini Boy!" / "It's Zucchini Boy!" The other two girls in the living room shouted as I stepped in.

Kayla turned her head towards the two girls behind her. "Pipe down, you two. This isn't that kind of visit. He's here to see Mistress Frankie."

Then she turned back to me, "She told me you were coming. I'll escort you upstairs, so you don't get kidnapped. You wouldn't believe what some of the girls want to do with you," she said quietly.

I followed her upstairs and she stood beside the now familiar door outside the master bedroom.

"Go on in, she's alone. No one will bother you."

"Thanks, Kayla," I said as I turned the handle.

Inside, Frankie was sitting in a chair reading. She was dressed in a printed black tee shirt and a pair of old jeans, and had on a pair of reading glasses, the conservative-looking kind with traditional black rims. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She looked up at me as I walked through the door. Once the door was shut behind me, she closed the textbook she was reading and removed the glasses.

"You sounded down on the phone. Do you need a good fuck, or do you just want to sit and talk?"

"I'd just need to talk for a while, if you don't mind," I replied.

"It's fine with me, I don't mind. But take off your clothes, first," she said, flatly.

"No, Frankie, I just want to talk."

"I heard you, and I want to listen. But I find it's a lot easier to listen when I'm lying down naked in bed. I think you'll find it easier to talk that way, too," she explained.

"That doesn't make sense. If anything, it sounds like a prelude to foreplay."

"Sometimes it is. But you should try it before you knock it. If you prefer, I can have a couple of cunts come in to undress you," she offered.

"No, thank you. I can do that myself."

I removed my shirt and was in the process of taking off my pants when my phone rang. This time, I checked the caller ID. It was Tina.

"Hello? Tina?"

"Yeah, it's me. Sorry about before, I was in the middle of--well, you can probably guess. What did you want to talk about?" she asked.

"Is Lezzie still there?" I asked.

"Yeah, she's right here. Did you want to talk with her?" Tina asked.

"No, nothing like that, I was going to tell you I was on my way but--hold on a second," I said, muting the phone. I turned to Frankie who was removing her panties. "Is it okay if I spend the night here?"

She broke out into a big smile and nodded her head.

"Tina? I'll talk to you in the morning. You and Lezzie have a good night," I said as I hung up.

"Tina? You mean that smoking hot bitch in the Admissions Office?" Frankie asked, climbing into bed. She sat upright against the headboard with the blanket pulled just beneath her breasts.

"Yeah. She's my cousin. I've been staying with her," I said as I took off my pants. Frankie eyed my flaccid member.

"No shit! And you want to spend the night with me instead of with her?"

"She's with a friend right now, so I thought I would give them some time together," I replied.

"Was that 'Lezzie'? Isn't she that stuck-up lesbian cunt who works at the library? Kayla tried to hook up with her once, but she was more into the girly girls. So, your cousin's a lesbian? That's not what I heard," Frankie remarked.

"No, she's bi. Kind of like--well around here," I said, crawling into bed. I sat against the headboard next to her.

"Don't be a smart ass, or I'll put your mouth to better use, like licking my pussy," she smirked.

"Francine, we both know that behind all the tough talk and gruff exterior, you're really a softy at heart," I taunted, smirking back.

"You're really asking for it, aren't you? Here I'm trying to be nice to you and you seem to be doing everything you can to get under my skin. I've got enough ink with skulls and snakes there now as it is," she replied.

"I'm sorry. I've been saying and doing everything wrong all day. I try to be nice and help people, but the more I try, the more everything seems to blow up in my face," I said.

"I think we all have days like that," she said as she started to stroke me.

"I thought we were just going to talk, and you were going to listen," I said.

"I am listening. It's just that I like to fidget sometimes. I didn't think this was bothering you," she grinned.

"No. It feels nice."

"Relaxing, right?"

"Yeah, I guess it is."

"So go on. You were saying that everything you tried to do to help people went wrong. Can you give me any examples?" she prompted.

"Well, there's this friend of mine who's been acting like a jerk to his girlfriend until she had enough and stopped seeing him. Well, now he's upset and wants to get back together with her, but she's so mad at him that she won't have anything to do with him. So, I volunteered to help by talking with her," I said.

"There's your first mistake right there. They need to work things out for themselves," Frankie said.

"You're probably right. But when I first met them, they seemed so right for each other. It was really heart-wrenching to see them so miserable without each other," I commented. My cock was quite firm at this point, responding to all the attention she was giving it.

"So, what happened?"

"Well, it took some doing, but when I finally caught up with her, she started acting weird."

"What do you mean?"

"When I told her how miserable Tripp was--that's my friend--she suddenly took me up to her room and put on this sexy cosplay outfit and started modeling it for me, like she was trying to seduce me or something," I explained.

Frankie started to pump me a little harder. Her aura glowed brighter.

"That sounds really hot. What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. I got her to agree to meet Tripp and talk things out. She agreed, but only if I was there as a mediator," I replied, as I twitched in her hand.

She gave me an extra firm squeeze.

"You know, for a sex demon, you sure seem pretty oblivious to opportunities for sex, especially to girls who are practically begging for it."

"You mean like you?" I asked as I reached over and began to gently massage her breast, avoiding her nipple ring.

"I meant like Tripp's girlfriend, who sounds pretty hot. And for your information, I'm not begging for sex. In fact, I never beg for sex. I'm just listening, remember? But I do like what you're doing to my boob."

"I wasn't oblivious to the meaning of her behavior; I just wasn't going to bird-dog my friend. Besides, maybe she was testing me or setting me up," I noted.

"Or she might have just been emotional and wanting you on the rebound after a broken relationship," Frankie suggested.

"You know, I never thought of that," I said, idly fingering her nipple ring and tugging on it slightly. Her aura flashed a bright white, like a camera flash.

"Mmm!" she moaned. "Now who's asking for sex?"

"What do you mean?"

"My boobs. Pulling on my nipple ring makes me crazy. It means you're horny and want to fuck me," she explained.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know," I said, removing my hand.

"What the fuck? You got me wet and horny and now you're stopping?"

"Sorry. Is this better?" I asked, as I gently stroked her labia.

"Mmm. Keep going," she purred, closing her eyes. She spread her legs a little wider, giving me better access.

I started to think about Bailie again and then had an idea.

"Say, Frankie. You wouldn't happen to have an extra room here in the sorority house for someone, would you?"

She was soaked. My fingers made a squishing sound between her inner lips. She let out a soft moan in response.

But I was in the same condition. Drops of pre-cum had formed at my tip, which Franking rubbed around the head with her thumb while she stroked me. I let out a soft moan of my own.

"If you're asking me if you can move in here, it's not allowed. We'd lose our standing in the campus Greek Society," she replied, panting slightly.

"No, it's not for me. It's for another girl I'm worried about. She needs a place to stay," I explained.

I reached in a little deeper, teasing her love hole entrance, occasionally brushing up against her clit ring.

"Ohhh, your fingers are magic! Technically, I'm not allowed to do that, either. But if she's halfway decent in bed, maybe I can hook her up with someone for a little while," she suggested, panting deeper.

"I don't think she's bisexual and I suspect she may have been abused," I replied. My breathing was also getting heavy.

"You're nice to traumatized girls, too? What kind of incubus are you? I thought sex demons were supposed to take advantage of girls like that," she moaned, pumping me a little harder.

"Give me a break. I'm new at this. It's not like being an incubus came in an assembly kit with a set of instructions. Besides, I like this girl. She's cute, and even though her life sucks, she's still kind and caring to others. I couldn't possibly take advantage of her," I panted.

"

You're so fucking...

Fuck,"

she moaned as she turned and kissed me hard, driving her tongue as deep into my mouth as it would reach.

When she broke the kiss, she looked me in the eye. "I've never met a guy who was great in bed and so fucking nice at the same time. Shit. I think I'm starting to get feelings for you, Zucchini Boy. But if you repeat that to anyone, I'll fucking kill you," she panted heavily. Her took on an affectionate yellow glow as it expanded.

I smiled. "Your secret's safe with me. And I know you don't like to hear me say this, but I think you've got a kind and caring heart, too," I panted.

"I want you," she said with a look of urgency in her eyes. She pumped me harder.

"I thought you said you never begged for sex?" I teased, fingering her clit ring.

"Oh, shut up and fuck me already, will you?" she smirked, spreading her legs.

I rolled on top of her, and she guided me inside. We quickly found a comfortable pace, and our arousals slowly inched higher and higher. Even our moans seemed to work together in an erotic duet interlaced between gasps for air. It was a strange feeling of conflicted pleasure. We both wanted to cum, but at the same time, neither of us wanted what we were feeling to end.

Frankie tried to hold off as long as she could, but her aura had reached its peak--and I was quickly reaching my own edge at the same time. Then, as if we were on some unspoken cue, she arched her back and squeezed me tight just as I buried myself in a defining thrust and we simultaneously surrendered quietly to each other's blissful release. For the first time since I met her, Frankie's aura blossomed from a lusty white into an affectionate golden yellow.

As her climax ended, she held my face with both hands and pulled me in for a kiss, driving her tongue into my mouth with a passionate sense of longing. She squeezed my cock inside her as she moaned into my mouth, and I felt there was something more than just desire in her intent. When she broke the kiss at last, her head fell back onto the pillow and a small tear drifted down the side of her face.

"Fuuuck,"

she moaned softly.

I kissed her tear as I moved off to the side, hugging and spooning her. She clasped my hand and pressed it against her breast and sighed contentedly. I felt her chest rise and fall as the sound of her breathing became a soothing monotonous rhythm that lulled me into a...

***

The smell of stale beer and cigarettes hit my senses before anything else. I was back in the living room of Bailie's dingy apartment. There seemed to be even more cigarette butts and empty beer cans on the end table and around the ripped stuffed chair than last night. Then, I heard sobbing coming from the bedroom.

I hurried down the short hallway and noticed the door to the bedroom opposite Bailie's was open. Her stepfather was passed out, sprawled awkwardly across his bed, snoring quietly.

In her own bedroom across the hallway, Bailie was in the same position I found her in last night, curled up in a ball, hugging her knees with her back against the back wall. Her face was buried in her knees, and she was clearly crying.

"Bailie?" I called softly.

She lifted her head and looked at me. Her cheeks were wet, and her eyes were red from crying. Judging from the look on her face, she didn't expect to see me, but she wasn't surprised either.

"You're here?" she sniffed.

"I was worried about you. You were so upset when you left, I had to see if you were alright."

"What do you care? I saw you follow that pretty Puerto Rican girl into the dorm after you stood me up. You're just playing me. What am I? A future conquest that you can brag and laugh to your friends about?" she sniffed, wiping her tear-stained face with her sleeve.

"I'm sorry, but you've got me all wrong. I didn't mean to stand you up, but I was in the middle of helping a friend and I lost track of time. I know it looks bad, but if you'll only just give me a chance to explain."

"I want to believe you, but after I saw you go into the dorm with that girl, what else was I supposed to think?"

I sat down on the edge of her bed, keeping a healthy two-foot distance from her.

I told her the story about how I met Tripp and his belief about being a wizard, and how it became such an obsession with him that it got in the way of his relationship with his girlfriend, Gabriela, the girl I followed into the dorm. I explained how I was trying to help bring them back together, which eventually led to Gabriela's sudden urge to show me her cosplay outfit.

"But nothing happened after that, honest. I'm not interested in Gabriela. She's Tripp's girlfriend, I would never do that to him," I said, sincerely.

She managed a faint smile and her aura grew exponentially. She started to lean forward as if to kiss me, and then backed off, thinking better of it.

"Bailie, I've missed you. I've missed everything about you, your brilliance, the way you care about other people, the sound of your voice, and especially the way your nose wrinkles when you smile. I thought you were someone special from the moment I first saw you at the diner."

She smiled shyly, and her nose wrinkled.

"To be honest, I've missed you, too. But why me? You're smart and good-looking, while I'm just ugly and plain. I've got skinny legs, and my boobs are nowhere near as big as Gabriela's or your cousin's."

"I'm sorry you have such a poor opinion of yourself. I happen to think you're cute as hell."

The corners of her mouth turned up a bit more. "You're just saying that because you know that's what I want to hear," she replied.

"I'm saying it because it's true. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Uncover your legs and stand up and show them to me and I'll prove it to you."

"I can't show you my legs, it's too embarrassing. Besides, I can't take my pants off in front of you," she replied.

"Bailie, you can show me anything you want because this is your dream. Who am I going to tell? How could I?" I replied.

"All right, but promise me you won't laugh, okay?"

Her low self-esteem was reflected in the absurdity of her modesty inside her own dream. Maybe through dream-walking, I could help her see her beauty, both inside and out.

"I promise," I replied solemnly.

She stood up and suddenly her pants disappeared, revealing her legs right up to her white panties.

"Wow! They look great! How could you not like the way your legs look? All that time you spend on your feet waitressing has made your legs lithe and muscular, that's very attractive."

"Do you really think so?" she asked skeptically, looking down at her legs and turning in different directions to see them at different angles.

"I wouldn't lie to you in your own dream. But more importantly, what about you? What do you think?"

"Well, now that you mention it, they do look kind of nice, but I think they're due for a shave. But what about my boobs? Don't you think they're too small?"

"Well, to be honest, I've never really thought of breasts that way. I don't mean to imply that I don't find them attractive, I'm a guy, of course I love looking at them. But every girl is different. It's their overall appearance that matters. Not just the way their breasts fit their bodies, but their posture and how they feel about themselves."

"I noticed that when you're working at the diner and carrying plates of food back and forth from the kitchen to the tables, you keep your back nice and straight and it makes your, um, boobs look very appealing. But when you're in class or when we have lunch together, you tend to hunch your shoulders as if you're self-conscious and trying to make your chest look smaller," I replied.

She looked at me with surprise, but she also couldn't help smiling.

"That's exactly why I do it. I only straighten my back when I'm working because it hurts when I don't. You mean I look more attractive that way?"

"Haven't you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?" I asked.

"Of course, but I usually avoid looking at my boobs," she replied.

"Well, I think you should take a good look and tell me what you think," I said, pointing to the mirror across the room.

She walked over and stood in front of the mirror. Suddenly, her top disappeared, and she was standing in front of the mirror dressed only in her panties. She arched her back and turned her body back and forth, looking at herself from different angles.

"So?" I asked.

"They're not as small as I thought they were," she remarked, still turning, and looking. She seemed to be talking more to the image in the mirror than to me, which made sense.

"You know, in a dream, you can make them as big or small as you'd like," I suggested.

In an instant, her breasts grew larger, and on her thin frame they reminded me a bit like Penny's although they weren't nearly as large. Those large mounds on her smallish frame looked grotesque.

"Ugh! That looks awful!" she remarked.

"They look fake and uncomfortable," I commented.

"I agree with you. I guess I liked them better the way they were," she said, as her breasts shrunk back to her normal size. She looked at me and smiled. Her aura glowed warmly.

"What?"

"I missed this. Talking, I mean. I'm usually nervous around guys, but I feel so comfortable around you," she said as she walked over and sat next to me on the bed. I noticed she hadn't bothered to redress herself.

"I'm the same way--or at least I was before I moved in with my cousin. It's hard to stay self-conscious after living in the same house with her for a week."

"Are the rumors true about her being naked most of the time when she's at home?" Bailie asked.

I felt myself blushing.

"I can't speak for 'most of the time,' but until I moved in with her, I had never seen a naked girl before."

Bailie giggled. "What did you do?"

"Well, I mostly hid in my room at first. I'm less awkward now and lately she's been wearing a bathrobe most of the time."

"Have you and she ever... oh, never mind," She began before suddenly changing her mind.

"Look, Bailie, I've missed you and would like us to be friends again. Will you meet in the library tomorrow around 11:30? I'll be sitting in the two-person study carrel in the back, near the stacks."

"I don't know."

"Please? Promise me you'll meet with me tomorrow."

She looked at me quizzically, maybe because this was happening in a dream.

"Yes, I promise I'll be there," she replied breaking into a smile.

"Oh, that's great!" I said happily, as leaned over and kissed her on the lips; and Bailie and the room disappeared around me.