Waiting for the Light
Chapter Two
The Request
The day gave way to dusk, and dusk gave way to another sweltering, humid, June night. Slowly, the stars appeared, one after another, until the entire sky was filled with their beauty. Already outside, I heard Rachael's movements inside and smiled, as I lit a cigarette. Not long after she appeared at the door.
"Hey, I'm making a drink, you interested?"
"Sure, whatever you're having is fine."
"Got it. Light me one of those, I'll be right out."
Moments later, the screen door swung open. Rachael approached, wearing just panties and a crop-top, which exposed the lower half of her breasts, handing me my drink. In turn, I handed over a lit cigarette. Before anything else, we kissed, and I lightly rubbed the underside of her right tit with the back of my hand, as we did so.
"Umm, that feels nice," she murmured, looking down at her rising nipple.
"You're right, it does," as I slowly followed the rising curve of her breast with my hand, she let out a soft gasp.
"You know, you keep doing that and we aren't gonna see that star."
Reluctantly, I removed my hand and reached for my cigarette, as she followed suit.
"So, have you seen it yet?"
"No, just got dark enough for the stars to come out. Besides, I think it was about an hour from now when I saw it last night."
Rachael went for the porch loveseat, as I moved to the edge of the deck, looking up.
"Okay, then we have time."
"Time? For what?" I asked, sipping on my drink.
"Come over here and sit with me on the loveseat."
I knew that tone of her voice well, it was seductive. I could say I was surprised when I turned, finding her naked on the loveseat, but it would have been a lie. Smiling, I slowly moved towards her.
"Am I to join you as I am, or...?"
"The choice is yours... what you do is up to you."
I set my drink down. Her nudity brought an urge to my loins, and I began to slowly disrobe for her. Her eyes followed my every move. Biting softly on her lower lip made her look even more sexy and seductive.
With my shirt off, her eyes went to my muscled abs and then lower, taking in the swell I was about to offer as proof of my desire for her. Smiling, she licked her lips, watching my slow striptease.
Slowly pushing my jeans and underwear down, I presented my hard cock to her a little at a time. Up to that point, I was doing well, but my attempt at being a Chippendale's stripper came to an embarrassing end when I tripped, trying to get out of my jeans and underwear.
I hit the patio deck with a thud, bruising my pride more than anything. Without so much as a snicker, Rachael was on her knees helping me complete what I had started.
"Jesus, sorry."
"Hey, don't be. You were sexy," she replied, tossing my clothes to the side.
I laughed at her comment. "Yeah right, sexy... falling on my ass must have been the hilight?"
Rachael grinned. "In a way, yeah. You know if you wanted me down here with you all you had to do was ask."
Her reply came as she slid, snake-like, up my body, pausing briefly to suck on my cockhead. She came to a stop with her face just above mine, before pushing up with her arms. Her hips were perfectly placed to capture my penis in the slit of her vagina.
"Just where it needs to be," she whispered, lifting her hips, letting my penis bounce up.
She amazed me, as she managed to get me inside her without using a hand. She performed a slow ride to perfection, as we waited for the Blue Star. The culmination of our efforts included call outs to God, as well as Jesus, and ragged breathing, as climax quakes took over.
Rach rolled off to my side, gasping, "Damn, now that's how we do it!"
I had to laugh at her exuberance and rolled to kiss her, before adding to what she'd said. "And from now on, that's how we do it!"
Rachael joined in the laughter and then abruptly stopped. "Holy shit, listen!"
"Listen? To what? I don't hear..." I started to respond.
"Exactly, just like you said about last night, there are no sounds."
Truth be known, with our lovemaking sounds neither of us would have realized the sudden silence. As we calmed down, the deafening silence became clear. Half rolling, I looked up and caught sight of the Blue Star, just coming up over the tree line. Larger, brighter, and bluer than the previous night, it moved silently like a balloon, only with purpose.
"Jesus, that's it, Rachael."
"You never said it was that big."
"It wasn't... I mean it's definitely bigger than what I saw last night and brighter too."
"How? How's that possible in just one day?" Sliding partially over me, Rachael strained to get a better look.
"I have no idea. Hey, do you think this thing is being watched by -?"
"The government?" Rachael interjected.
"Not what I was going to say, but you may have a valid question. I was thinking about astronomers, you know?"
Inching up, she rested her head on her uplifted palm. "It's beautiful and eerie at the same time," she commented.
Watching with her, I softly rubbed her bare ass cheeks. Dipping briefly, she kissed my lips before returning her gaze upward.
"So, tell me again about last night."
"Well, not much to tell... the silence overwhelmed me, like said, when I saw the Blue Star. I looked away briefly, the sounds returned and when I looked up again the star was gone."
"Oh my God, look!" she said, pointing up.
The intensity of the star was changing rapidly, going from bright to dim, and then it was gone. The sounds of the night returned in a melodic chorus and Rachael quivered, just before rising.
"Don't know about you but I could use another drink. That's some spooky shit right there, Rick." She was gone before I had a chance to comment.
In her absence, I got partially dressed and lit a cigarette. Half my cigarette was gone before I realized she hadn't returned. Just as I was about to call out her name she appeared at the door.
"Sorry, I cleaned up."
Walking outside with our drinks, wrapped only in a bath towel, she looked refreshed. "Here you go. You didn't say you wanted one, but I figured you might after what we just saw."
"Thanks, you were right. Cigarette?"
"Please. So, what do we do now?"
"Do?"
"Yeah, I mean do we tell someone what we witnessed, or what?"
After letting out a heavy sigh, I sipped my drink before answering her. "No... maybe being a bit more discreet would be better. Like doing another search on the internet, or social media?"
"Okay, makes sense, I guess. People will talk about anything, and we can get a feel if anyone else saw what we saw, right?"
"There you are, my bright little star!"
Rachael, beaming a smile, joined me at the edge of the deck, resting her head against my shoulder. Moments later, her head jerked up.
"Hey, I have a thought... what about MUFON (Mutual UFO Network)? What if we contacted whoever is the rep and tell them about the Blue Star?" she questioned, sounding excited.
Her idea was a good one and I told her so. "Getting late, babe, we can work this all out tomorrow. Come on."
Taking her arm, I guided her inside and to bed.
~
Waking up the next day, expecting to find Rachael at my side, I was again surprised to find she wasn't in bed. Always an early riser, I checked the clock, and was even more surprised by her absence, as it was only five AM. I couldn't recall a day she hadn't slept in until well after nine. It was about then, the smell of coffee hit my nose, and I got out of bed. I found her in the kitchen, hunkered over the laptop.
"Coffee's ready," her reply came without looking up, even though she knew I was there.
"Yeah, well good morning to you, too." Catching the hint of sarcasm in my voice, she looked up.
"Sorry, good morning. Would you like me to pour you a cup?"
"Nope, I got it. Now what are you doing?"
After half-rising from her chair, she eased back down. "Looking up the MUFON information for our state."
"Ah... this whole Blue Star thing has got you jazzed too, huh?"
Rach looked up with an odd expression. "Oh, come on, Rick, don't tell me you aren't just as curious as I am. Figured I'd get a jump on it early and later we can compose an email together. What do you say?"
Her comment came with her rising to join me at the kitchen counter. Wrapping her arms around me, she offered her lips for a good morning kiss.
"Um, that's more like it." After the kiss I patted her bare butt, under the babydoll top she wore. "So, what have you got so far?"
"Well, apparently, there's no MUFON office anywhere except for Greenbrier, and they have limited reporting hours."
"Huh, that won't matter if we're sending an email," I commented, sipping my coffee.
"Guess not. I wanna cigarette, join me?"
I nodded. "So, are you prepared for what might happen?"
Handing me a lit cigarette, she asked what I meant.
"Well, they may want personal interviews. They may want to see where our experience happened."
Rachael's eyes widened. "What? Oh my God, do you think they'll want to know what we were doing?!"
I laughed; I mean I had to.
"Of course! They'll want to know the exact time you sat on my dick, how long you rode me and the intensity of your orgasm." My sarcasm got me a resounding whack on the arm.
"Don't be a shit, Rick! You know what I meant."
Again laughing, I nodded. "Well, if they ask me, I'm not going to lie."
This time, there wasn't a whack, it was a solid punch to my bicep. "Eeow! What the hell?!"
"I warned you." Her finger pointing at me, was a further warning.
"Okay, okay... all kidding aside, they will want information, I'm just saying, and no, divulging our sex life won't be a part of it."
