Author's Note: Somebody suggested I add chap titles. Obviously should have done that and will continue to! The correct order to read is as follows: 1. Late Nights, 2. Stay 3. Plastic Flowers, and now Sharing Hands
I hope any who are reading, are enjoying. Feel free to leave suggestions after this chapter. I can't say that I would follow along, but I am trying to envision where precisely I want this to go so any feedback is helpful. Thank you and enjoy.
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I arrive at the Botanical Sphere. The large shape looms, a half-circle, shining and reflecting. I grab and fiddle with my pass, nervous. The fright from before has not left my mind, and the other thoughts accompanying it are beginning to disturb me.
I think of myself, laying in my bed last night. It seems unreal. I feel ashamed, thinking of it, remembering.
I remember trying to drift off to sleep, and struggling to, as visions of Tia filled my head. The glow I saw, her eyes, her skin, her half-smile, and that communication box. AGAIN, STAY. I ached with desire, I burned. I felt myself get wet, wetter, my breathing became shallow. I needed to touch myself as I thought of it, as I thought of this whirlwind I'd found myself in.
My imagination ran away with me. I dreamt of touching her skin, of knowing what it would feel like to have her pressed against me. Would it feel okay? Normal? I dreamed it would feel amazing, and that her voice would whisper into my ear like a gentle lullaby.
I felt my breasts, their contours, my round nipples, erect and sensitive at their peaks. I ran my hands down my stomach and plunged them down along my thighs. My breath left me in a sigh as I brought my hands to my pussy. I was so, so wet. I had never been that wet before, and I had never felt such a pulsating need to cum. I ached for release, now. I entered myself with a finger but that didn't last long; I was soon circling my clit, harder, faster. It took seconds before I came, my body jolting toward the ceiling, waves of pleasure rushing over me again and again. My pussy pulsated as I came down from the incredible high. If just imagining it brings me this much pleasure, I thought, I wonder what it would be like for real.. To kiss, for real...
I did it again.
And now, here I am, in front of the Sphere. Two guards eye me. One holds out his hand for my pass and I hand it over. He looks at it closely yet quickly; he knows me. He gives the official nod of approval.
The doors open slowly. Every time I come to this place I am simply stunned. Plant life of all kinds, things I'd never imagined before I came to this place, come together to create a gorgeous, symbiotic garden that leans toward a jungle. There is fruit in all colors. There are flowers, large and small. There are plants you know have a real history. Some look healing, some look like you should avoid them, and some look too pretty to be real, and in that way they seem dangerous.
Davis stands there, as does Tia, along with more guards, standing at attention.
"Sara. Good morning." He says.
"Good morning, Sara." Tia smiles at me. Her voice makes my knees weak. I am tired of trying to deny it-- I am in lust. She has no restraints, and stands on her own. She looks so very different. Her body seems complete, fluid in motion. I can almost see through her into the plant-life behind her, but she is still solidly there. She is just so very fascinating. I could stare at her forever, I think. I want to wrap my arms around her. I know it's wrong.
"Hello, Tia." I smile back, briefly gazing at the metal pathway below me. "How are you finding the sphere?"
"I am enjoying it thoroughly." She looks around. Her neck moves so freely- she does not know what it means to have muscle tension or to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. You can see that she is targeting and focusing on individual things, truly and intently taking them in.
"I am glad to hear that." I look to Davis for guidance.
"Okay. Well, shall we begin walking?"
"Yes." Tia smiles again. I think to myself, will I ever see her sad?
We begin walking down the pathway, examining different foliage. We find some tall flowers, some a pale pink and some a true, bright yellow.
"Hmm." Tia muses.
"What are you thinking?" Asks Davis.
"I am thinking of seeds. I am thinking of a field where these seeds could grow, and cover the hills."
"That's a nice thought." Davis says. I can tell that he is trying to decipher any deeper meaning.
"They're pretty, aren't they Tia?" I ask, and look at her with a genuine smile.
