"The Light is a love you carry on, even after your lover is gone. So, if I don't ever see you again... it's your job to carry The Light until the end."
Bym beamed as bright as the moon in the starry sky above. The lanky young man strolled down the neighborhood sidewalk, holding hands with his date. Although he took on the appearance of a conventional dweeb—suspenders, pocket protector, and thick glasses just above the tip of his nose—he strutted with a gangster's limp. "I thought that movie was just swell!"
The girl, with short wavy brunette hair, shared Bym's smile. In contrast with her nerdy date, she dressed like an 80's break dancer: white parachute pants, blue baseball jacket over a bright-orange tank-top, and matching Adidas shoes. "It was ahhh-ight."
"Camren, are you kidding me? The Light?" Bym's voice heightened in pitch. "They just explained everything I ever thou—"
"Like I said..." Camren rocked her hand slightly in the 'so-so' gesture. "...ah-ight."
Bym stopped and poked out his lower lip.
"Come on!" Camren hooked Bym's arm with her elbow and playfully tugged him along. "No, I like the idea of it, that when 'special' things are united it can create The Light which is strong enough to bring order to the world, heal the biggest universal cataclysms. That's righteous. But..."
"But..."
"Well, I just didn't like the fact that sex between two strangers created The Light which saved the universe. Like, get real."
Bym and Camren came to a fenced-in duplex. He pushed the white gate open and stuck out his arm, inviting her up to the patio. "After you, mah-dam."
Camren winked. "Thank you, daddy-o."
As they ascended the concrete steps to her second story abode, Bym directed the topic back to The Light. "Yeah, I know, but the sex is metaphorical—"
"Yeah, people coming together as one, got that." Camren stopped at her door on the balcony. "But it should be deeper than just two strangers having sex to save the world."
"What do ya mean?"
"I mean—don't get me wrong—random sex is ahh-ight, but I like to believe The Light is created by two souls uniting, emitting a healing energy only true love can create." Camren's eyes drifted up as she relished the idea. She smiled at the thought briefly before her face sunk back to reality. "Or, maybe I'm just a big sap."
"No, no. I can dig it," Bym said. "Love would definitely heal a lot with everything that's going on—"
"...a beginning of a new age." Camren dabbed the tip of Bym's nose.
Bym scrunched his brows.
"Internet age, silly. The world wide web is the wild wild west; frontier justice on the plains of Twitter. Not since monkeys discovered the club has a tool been used to advance—well, don't quote me on that, but you get the idea." Camren rambled on as if she'd just written a thesis on the topic. "News and information are being fed to everyone on a constant basis, ideas are being shared like never before, groups are being aligned, trolls are being pricks, and although it might not seem like it... lessons are being learned. Change is chaotic. Transition can be a storm. But! If they live through it, the oceans will be calmer than ever before."
"They?' Like you're above all of us." Bym puffed his chest, teasing her with a billionaire pose.
Camren rolled her eyes at Bym's impression. "I is."
"I is also, guh." Bym grabbed his suspenders as though lapels on a refined gentleman's blazer. "These peasants are so quick to fight."
"When all most have is rhetoric from their favorite propaganda channel, it's easier to fight," Camren said. "You have to be educated for well thought out discussions, which takes precious time, and it doesn't get as many 'likes."
"Mm-yes, mm-yes..." Bym continued his act with an upturned nose. "...silly summa-ma-bitches."
"Are you being snooty or Bernie Mac?" Camren giggled, accidentally snorted, which caused her to laugh even harder, Bym chuckled along with her.
As the laughter settled, however, the night became awkwardly quiet. Crickets chirped. Wind chimes jingled in the gentle night breeze.
"So, um..." Bym cleared his throat. "I was just—it's such a beautiful night and all, how 'bout we end it with—"
"—you banging my brains out?" Camren eyed him with a seductive smirk.
Bym's head shot up. "I was gonna start with a kiss..." A smile developed on his smooth face. He closed his eyes, leaned forward. "...but if you insist..."
"You know what else I didn't like about that movie? Well, two things actually..."
With his kiss still puckered, Bym opened his eyes to Camren, who was looking out onto the front lawn of her duplex. He pinched lips in embarrassment and squared his shoulders. "Umm... the what—the movie?"
"First off, it just ends." Camren shook her head in disbelief. "One minute, our two 'heroes' are fucking in space and then the screen goes black and says 'The Light ignited' or some shit. That's not a proper ending. What happened?"
"They um—I assume after correcting the universe, they were sent back to their day to day lives before the disaster."
"And that's the other thing..." Camren put her hands on her hip and tapped her foot. "No real tension. No sacrifice either."
"They were separated forever," Bym said, challenging her critique. "The Light saved the universe but in turn sent our heroes in separate directions, never to see one another again."
"Yeah. But our 'heroes' hardly knew each other..." Camren said. "...so it doesn't have an impact on the audience. It doesn't seem like that big of a sacrifice."
"That's because most people think love is just an attraction, a fondness, for someone you spend a lot of time with, which is rational. You date someone long enough you're bound to feel a little sick without them, but is that love?" Bym shrugged with consideration. "Or, in the case of our heroes, is love special? Can even a single event, a simple act, combine two souls where they know instantly... that's the one for me? Something that transcends rationality."
With a skeptical gaze, Camren looked him up and down for authenticity. "And I thought I was the sap."
"I'm just sayin—"
Camren flung her arms around his neck and pulled him into a heated kiss. They coiled together like vines while stumbling through the front door and into the dark foyer. With their eyes locked on one another, they stripped off their jackets and tossed them near the coat rack but completely missed the hooks. They rushed together once again, caressing, kissing in a frenzy of lust. They tripped over a couch, twirled, with Bym ending on top.
Camren smirked. She shifted her weight and hung on to Bym as they rolled to the carpet. His back thudded against the floor. On top, she straddled him and ripped open his dress shirt. Buttons popped in several directions, some pinged against the coffee table and couch.
Bym frowned. "Glad I decided to wear my nice-Polo-shirt-that-ran-me-about—Oh, I don't know—50-fuckin-bones-and-is—"
Camren interrupted his rant with a kiss. She scratched her nails across his abs and snapped the suspenders against his shredded chest. She then postured up and yanked her tank-top over her head. Her perky teardrop breasts flopped out with tiny pink nipples.
Bym switched positions with her again and leered down with an insatiable thirst for her body. He helped her out of her Adidas, ankle socks. With his fingers dug underneath the band of her parachute pants, he jerked them down and cast them aside.
Completely naked on the carpet, Camren worked the clips of Bym's suspenders with her small feet. She pinched the silver clip between her purple pedicure toes and unfastened it from his waistband, one after another. His bulge protruded from his slacks, so she stroked it with her arch.
Upon removing his slacks, Bym took a superhero's pose with his hands on his hips. His hard cock shot out at attention, ready for action.
Camren giggled at his goofy nature, but as her eyes sailed down his slim yet ripped physique, the elation drained from her face. On his left forearm, she spotted a tiny pyramid branded just below his hand. She flipped away into a sprinter's position, ready to attack all the sudden. The ball of her lead foot dug into the carpet, preparing to lunge. "Who are you?"
"Easy, easy." Bym submitted his palms while following Camren's eyes to the brand. A bead of sweat trickled along his jaw-line. "Oh that... I uh, well, I burnt myself cook—"
"Bullshit." Camren darted toward him. She threw a straight right hand, but Bym ricocheted with a swipe of his forearm. She followed up with a left hook, which he blocked again, but a front kick to the chest knocked him back into the wall. Picture frames shook. One crashed to the floor, fracturing the glass. Before he could move, she pinned him to the wall with a side-kick inches from his throat. Almost doing the splits in the air, she stood on her right foot with the arch of her left foot along his neck. "You got some explaining to do."
"You do too... dancer?" Bym shoved her foot from his neck and then hurled a big right hand. Camren easily ducked under and sprung up with an uppercut. Bym swatted the attack aside and bear-hugged her in his strong arms. She kicked her legs, toes brushing the carpet. His erection slid between her thighs and grazed the outerlips of her pussy.
A sharp ding sounded, and a faint light radiated from underneath their chins.
They looked into each other's eyes with bewilderment. Bym relaxed his tight hug. As Camren dropped to her feet, both glanced down. His long thick cock and her shaved tight pussy produced a dull gold glow.
Camren glared into Bym's brown eyes with a mixture of anger and arousal. She thrust her hips forward over his steely cock, her little bubble butt dimpled. "What the hell are you doing to me?"
