Chapter 4 - Sunday Lake Day
It is a morning like all the others that came before. Dawn is breaking the shadow of night, highlighting shapes in the bedroom of a secluded cabin. Birds can be heard chirping from the treetops, voicing their songs of joy over the healing forest. Even with the lack of traffic of city life back home, there was nothing to give the impression that Annabelle's life has changed. As far as she was concerned, having an alien piggyback her soul and body is normal in her circumstance. After all, she has accepted the existence of aliens easily and she has understood perfectly well what the Gomklou meant. Here, waiting for her silently inside her, was an alien. It didn't bother her, just like wearing clothes did not bother her. It felt like an upgrade, not some unwelcome invader of the mind. He was a part of her now.
She managed a good morning between smiling lips and was greeted with what felt like a bigger smile. She knew she did not need to mention, nor thank the events of yesterday, because she knew he felt the same.
"I think we need to find a name for you," she said softly. She sat up in bed, thinking of names that she knew, but none seemed appropriate. "But first, I think we need some breakfast!" She threw her duvet covers to the side, saw she was still sticky from all her juices, and changed plans by heading straight to the shower. With given access to her thoughts, the water remained just the right temperature for a long, relaxing shower.
Twenty minutes later, she was on the patio and started preparing a fire for bacon, eggs, and beans. With the help of her alien, she had toast and cold orange juice waiting for her when the food was cooked.
"Hmm..." she mumbled through a mouthful of egg and toast, "I like this deal we've got. I'm thinking of going to the lake today and have a tan. I don't want people back home thinking I never left my cabin."
She took another bite.
The lake sounds good.
She chews her last strip of bacon while she stares out into the woods. Looking upwards, she doesn't see a single cloud in the sky and the sun wasn't too strong this time of year. "Yeah... we can visit the lake." She gave access to her thoughts and he confirmed that he understood her. Shortly after she did not remember having had an idea for the lake, nor that she had provided him with the details.
"How about MJ? It stands for Mary Jane, which stands for marijuana, which in return is out of this world." She changed her mind with, "No, that is too cheesy. What about Pow, short for Power? No, that is horrible. Al could work. Or Dave. If you want a good, strong Earth name, then Dave will work." She fell silent as her mind wondered and pondered.
She went back inside after breakfast. In her bedroom, she picked out a skimpy swimsuit, a beach towel, and sunscreen lotion to take with her to the lake. Placing it in a big, colourful and cheap bag, she hangs it over her shoulder and walks back to the patio. The small trodden path leading to the lake was just opposite her back door. She started humming a tune she did not know and walked down the little lane.
The exercise felt great. She felt great - the sleep last night was some of the most relaxing she's had. Walking on, she asked, "I'm thinking of things we could do with your power. Obviously we will have many great sexual experiences, but what about the big picture?" There are many bends in the path and it keeps her body occupied while her mind considers the 'big picture'. There was no reply from him, for he is but a passenger to experience her life choices. "I know we can do anything we want, but does that include undoing anything we have done?"
Most things can be undone, yes. There are a few limitations, things that can't be undone, but they are most definitely outside of your character, knowledge, and understanding. You could destroy the world completely and you'll be left floating in space where it used to be - just for everyone to wake up in their own beds the next morning with a mild headache.
Annabelle is about halfway to the lake with just under fifteen minutes of walking left. Having reached this point, she put her bag down and took out her swimming costume. Feeling an unasked question from him, she said, "There are sometimes people in this area on a Sunday. I sometimes risk being naked here, but I feel a little embarrassed by last night's events up in the air." A reply from him and, "Yes, yes. I know. But being shy is still being shy. Maybe I'll work into public things over time. For now, though, I just want a simple tan at the lake - finishing my holiday here with a cool breeze by the water and the sun giving me darker shades of tan."
There is a coolness in the shade of overhanging trees, the sun only showing itself in patches here and there. She kept humming the tune she did not know until she reached the lake. The forest surrounds the lake, leaving about a ten meter stretch of bare earth around the perimeter of the lake. There is enough coverage all around to feel secluded, but there is also enough coverage around for hiding eyes. It was this dilemma which intrigued her. Often, not every time, she dared to skinny dip in the lake. Today, however, she doesn't think taking the risk is worth it. "Is there anyone within walking distance?" The answer, she knew, would determine her choice of going nude or not.
There is a young couple camping about a kilometer away. It seems like they are preparing a picnic basket as we speak, although it doesn't seem like a decent one. There are towels in their tent, but there is no other indication they will have their picnic here.
That settled it.
It is a shame
, she thought,
because I really wanted to get rid of these tan lines.
She did not forget her new powers - she just enjoyed being nude, but did not want to be caught. She did not just want to wish the tan lines away. Compromising, she said, "I will keep my bikini on, in that case. Besides, if they do come here, the bikini itself might be sexier for their imaginations. But I don't want tan lines, so how about I keep my bikini on, but that does not block the skin underneath from getting tanned?" The access door to her thoughts was opened without effort.
Cool! You will tan as if you aren't wearing anything.
Annabelle laid out her towel close to the lake, but decided to change a few things up. Barely a minute later there was a basket with two compartments, replacing the bag. She put her towel back into one compartment. The second compartment in the basket contained some snacks for later, enough to offer the other two as well, in case they do show up.
Kindness,
she reckoned,
wherever possible, is worth the effort.
Waiting for her at the bank of the river was a floating bed of high quality. It seemed to be coated by some material that would prevent her skin clinging to the plastic inflatable. She climbed on wearing her new bikini. "I want a sexier bikini," she asked just over a minute ago, "now that it won't make tan lines. Make it whatever looks best on me." Now, instead of some skimpy bikini she bought at the mall a week before payday, she wore a thin bikini top which pushed up her bust and made her cleavage look like the grand canyon. It was a strapless top and had little laces around the edges. The top is almost completely see-through, though there is a small water drop shape covering each of her nipples - they actually felt so soft and hugged her nipples comfortably. When the bikini bottoms were inspected, they were coloured a deep blue, just like the top, that suited her complexion perfectly. There were also little laces of darker blue around the edges of the bottoms, but there was no thicker material that covered her pussy like her nipples. At least it was not completely see-through.
Annabelle was drifting to her destination, the midpoint of the lake, when she was warned,
The couple is coming this way. They'll be here in seventy-two seconds.
They were gliding closer to the edge that the couple would come from, hoping to greet them and make them comfortable.
There they are.
She spotted them easily through the front rows of trees and shrubs. He was handsome, yes, but not really her type. He had dark hair, a few speckles on his cheek and nose, and of average height. She couldn't quite tell his build, but he seemed average there as well. The girl clinging to his arm, neither noticed Annabelle yet, was looking up to his face while speaking with a grin. She had light brown hair, was about a head shorter than him, and just a little too skinny for Annabelle's taste. But they were both still beautiful to her - she always found beauty in people during the first look.
They exited the forest and saw Annabelle almost immediately; he seemed disappointed, but then awed at her body; she seemed to not care that they aren't alone and, Annabelle thought, she looked like she wanted to come and join her.
"Good morning, guys," she greeted the couple. They seemed polite and after a few more pleasantries, she told them to go get some snacks if they wanted, because she had brought too much and hoped someone might come along to help her out.
