If the line between where reality ends and fantasy begins seems to have gotten confusing, that's because it has. When Sonya started singing Lips Like Sugar to me, the rules completely changed. I always thought she had ways to get inside my head. Now I realize she may have been there for a long time. She weaves in and out of my dreams, my awake moments, my stories.
She can change into anyone she wants. She is the witch I met in the 1980s that could make me cum by licking my arm. The older woman who took my virginity in the BMW. Now she is the woman on my webcam that has taken my heart.
Wait! I've never owned a BMW. I lost my virginity in my 1970 Chevy Nova. Was she there too? Two female police officers caught us parked and pulled me out of the car naked, forcing me to stand in the cold. They had to make sure the young woman I was with had given consent to be in my back seat. She did. I'm no rapist.
I didn't even know Boulder had two female officers back then. Why did they keep looking at me that way? I couldn't seem to cover myself. My hands were frozen. My arms were frozen. My cock should have been frozen and shriveled, but it was standing at attention. The cold overtook me and I couldn't move at all.
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Stu awoke and nearly screamed.
The dreams were getting more intense. The night of the event had arrived.
"So, what are we going to?" He asked Kelli. She looked more beautiful tonight than he had ever seen her. She had on a short, tight dress that looked different from every angle. In some places it was sheer, in others a pastel blue, in others a deep black. The shortness caught him off guard when he picked her up. She had fantastic legs. Dancer's legs. Why she always wore such long, flowing skirts he didn't understand.
"Because I like the way my fabric feels against my body," she said.
"Is it that easy to read my mind?" He asked.
"Being horny opens you up like a book. It is also Midinvaerne. Thank you for the compliment on my legs, by the way."
"Midenvaerne? What is that?"
"A very old term. A few from the old Slavic countries may have heard of it, mostly authors (but Andrzej Sapkowski's The Witcher was still two decades away). We have the opportunity to observe it tonight." She gave him a light tickle on his neck. Her skirt was hiking up and he was starting to get aroused. It wasn't too far up the canyon to Gold Hill, but he wasn't in a hurry. The Trans Am could have made the run in half the time they were taking, but tonight's mood was mystical and called for a slow pace. The huge engine purred as "Under the Milky Way" by The Church filled the air from his stereo. He hadn't touched the tape since she had dared to change his music. It was playing songs he had never put on it. It was playing songs that hadn't even been released in 1987.
"Isn't tonight the Summer Solstice?" He asked.
"Yes"
"Is it the same thing?"
She looked at him. Her deep blue eyes were usually something he gazed into and got lost. Now she seemed to be gazing into him.
"I must ask you something," she said. "It might sound disturbing. It is very important, however."
He instinctively covered his balls. She noticed, but didn't laugh.
"I am sorry about the nightmares," she said. Was that fear in her eyes? She was trembling. "It has taken nearly all of my power, but I think we will make it."
"You look terrified." He touched her hand and held it softly. Two months ago he would have laughed at such a strange conversation. Not tonight. She blinked and the fear seemed to pass.
"I used to live up here," she said as she looked past him and out into the night. He stole another look at her legs. "That is why they are so fit. The mountains will do that for you. We have to earn the right to be here. I would love to show you the process now, but I cannot. Perhaps someday."
"Turn here and park on the far end of the drive."
His imagination had never been so active as it was when he thought about what to expect this evening. He anticipated a small mansion was awaiting, even though he knew Gold Hill didn't have any. He still wasn't disappointed.
They were in the parking lot for the old inn. He wasn't aware it had been restored. There were a large number of cars there and people inside and out. His loud engine always made people turn their heads. Tonight he wished maybe they could have been a little more stealthy. Something didn't seem right about them.
"Wow, that's a lot of people," He said. "Are they all part of this event?"
"In the beginning. Then we trim down to a small group. 14, counting you."
She grabbed his arm and placed something in his hand. He tried to look down but she had hold of his face and was kissing him deeply. She had a small tear running down her cheek.
He was starting to get scared. What was wrong with her? They had only known each other a short time, but he had never seen her act this way.
She took some slow, deep breaths and let go of his face. "I'm sorry," she said, "but I think - not think - I know. I'm in love with you."
He knew he felt the same way. He had known it since the first time he had seen her. He pulled her close. "I have felt the same way for a long time, but you know that. Who are you, and how have I been so lucky to have you choose me? My life? My love?
"I am so sorry."
"Why?"
"Please trust me. I must ask you to do something. I would never ask it of someone unless I loved them deeply. I have never felt this way about a human, a person, before."
He looked at her for a long time. Was this really happening? Did she actually say "human" and then correct herself? Was she really weaving in and out of his life like this? Was she part of all times at once? He had been with her when he was young. He would be with her in all his days ahead, even though he might not know it. Yet he knew it now. And he knew he loved her so deeply he would do anything she asked of him.
"OK."
"Drink this. Do it right away. It won't affect you until exactly the right time."
"What is it?"
