Awakening

Reaching down, he grabbed the old green army ruck sack beside him. Lifting the cover flap with the words "army" stamped boldly on it, he rummaged through the collection of items within. He did not always understand what each of them did but he knew they were all important, because that was how it always was during his missions. Strangely enough, the items themselves would impress on him what was needed of him for them both to do their jobs at the time the jobs needed doing. This oddity no longer bothered him as it did so long ago when he first began this bizarre and adventurous life. He had his theories, but he had long run them all out as he whiled away his time performing tasks that he didn't always understand, or even necessarily approve.

For instance, this next task that was impressed upon him did not make a lot of sense. Pulling out an old book, he turned it over in his hands and inspected it noncommittally. Innocuous looking, he did not know why it was so important to the world that he make sure it get placed into the hands of a young woman in the valley. That it was that important, the man had no doubt. There had been failures in the past on his part, and the consequences had always been catastrophic and dire for much of humankind and civilization as a whole. Some would call it the butterfly effect. He just thought of it as fate.

Flipping through the pages, the book looked like nothing more than sexually contrived tripe, written by an anonymous author with not a whole lot of talent as far as he could discern. But, he knew without a doubt that the red-headed woman in his mind's eye needed to interact with this book in order for his time here to succeed. Grunting indifferently, he placed the book back in the tall knapsack and cinched the flap tight. Throwing the pack on one broad shoulder, he hooked it with his thumb and looked for a way out of the small canyon he had appeared in out of the dark.

By the light of the stars, he could easily make out a worn trail traveling up the canyon wall. His night vision had always been sharp, and his grey eyes reflected the starlight and seemed to glow as he adeptly made his way along the bank and up the windy trail. Reaching the top he set off through a wooded path and unerringly made his way toward his target. Once he had an impression of his mission, there was no obstacle that could normally stand in his way.

Reflecting though, he recalled having been thwarted by his ancient enemy from performing his given task on several different occasions. He knew of no other way to describe this entity. Like himself, there seemed to be a force in opposition to the desires of whoever seemed to control his own actions. That he was a puppet to greater forces he again had no doubt and he no longer questioned. His only consolation to servitude was that he believed from what he had witnessed that what he was doing was for a better good for all of humankind. He had witnessed too much to think otherwise anymore. So regardless of the strange form his actions sometimes took, he did them willingly with no reserve as he was sure it was for the best.

Breaking from the trail, he came upon a small cabin nestled alongside the woods and a prairie beyond. Though it was summer, a fire was going in the stove to ward off the chill of the night as evidenced by the small tendril of smoke snaking above the chimney in the still mountain air. A porch light was on, and a light pole illuminated a simple but well-kept yard. The lightly bearded, middle aged man could see moths and insects frantically circling the lights and like hungry vampires, bats would occasionally swoop down from the dark to claim their victims.

Setting his back pack down, he grabbed the book and edged closely to the house. He waited cautiously and used his heightened senses to become aware of the sleeping life forces within, picking out his target with ease. He waited for the right time; and how he knew it was the right time was just another mystery amongst the many he had come to accept. Finally the time was here, and like a shadow he entered the room that contained the red headed girl from his vision. How he came to be by her bedside was just another gift that had been bestowed upon him by whatever master he was slave too and he had grown as used to the ability as slipping on an old worn shoe.

Looking around the room, his grey eyes could still easily make out the two bunk beds that comprised most of the furniture within the small space. Briefly, he realized there were only two people amongst the four beds. The upper bunk bed across the room had a young man sprawled out on his covers as he tossed and turned it seemed from a fitful dream. The old man could have delved into his mind and taken a peek had he wanted to, but he didn't bother. He could figure out from the erect state of the boy's penis and the involuntary actions of the boy's hands upon it that he was experiencing part of the sexual energy that the old man himself was putting out. That sometimes happened during his often sexually oriented missions, but he saw no harm in letting the boy dream a sexual fantasy or two.

Turning back to the young lady beside him on the bottom bunk, he took in her charms. Her covers had been pulled down and her light shirt that she wore for a night gown had ridden up and was bunched under her ample bosom. Her bare belly and cute little belly button seemed to wink at him invitingly as she breathed deeply in a restful sleep. Looking to her face, he saw her eyes moving rapidly beneath her lids as she dreamed an erotic dream of his devising. Not until now did he realize that this was a part of his mission and he smiled at the pleasant and sexy thoughts he was going to plant in her nubile mind.

May felt her self flying above a green field covered in daisies. She had always liked dreams that allowed her to fly freely amongst the clouds. With that thought, May realized that she was dreaming. It was not the first time she had lucidly dreamed, but this one somehow felt different. Slowly she glided to earth and gently landed on a soft bed that appeared beneath her. Her clothes were suddenly gone, and she began to feel moistness from her loins as she became aware of her sudden sexual desires building up within her. Odd she thought.

Normally when she had a lucid dream, she could control her surroundings somewhat, but in this case her mind did not seem to be her own. She tried to move from the bed, but it was like a weight was upon her, or that her limbs were too heavy to lift.

The strange man wrinkled his brow in consternation looking down upon the red headed beauty. This was different, he thought. There was nothing in his memory or his impression that told him he would meet this kind of resistance. Thinking back, he searched his memory for any similar occurrences. This was new. In his long existence and experience, new meant one thing for sure, change was coming. His heart rate jumped. He was excited for the first time in a long time. Sure there were little thrills that came and went throughout the ages, but this was a titillation of something bigger. Change meant uncertainty for him. This could be bad, it could be good, and there was no way for him to tell. At times like this, he reveled in the challenge that uncertainty pressed upon him. The world was balanced on a pin point, and how this next mission played out would determine the fate of its current existence as humankind knew it in this time and place. Bending his will back to his task, the broad shouldered man concentrated on the young ladies dream world below him. She was May, that was her name as he had gathered from her very own thoughts. That should help him do what he needed to do.

May felt her desire to resist fade, and she let the lucid dream continue its course. Slowly, her sex began to heat up. Like a smoldering fire, she could feel heat and moistness radiating from her thighs and lower abdomen. Drawing her knees up, she began to display herself in a wanton fashion. Reaching her hands down, she rubbed both of her thighs up and down as if beckoning a lover to her. From between her legs she watched as a long flesh-like rod materialized out of thin air. Slowly it grew and throbbed and it soon became recognizable as a gigantic penis. Its size was to the point of ludicrous. Waving hypnotically in the air it floated toward her swollen and heated womanhood. As it approached, she could only wonder how it could possibly fit into her vagina. That it was far too big to be real did not seem to matter, she only knew her desire and need to be filled by it. Somehow it entered her, impaling itself within her entire being, yet at the same time it lewdly parted her thighs and pushed them farther apart. Completely without possibility, she felt it penetrate her and begin to thrust deep within her bowels. At the same time, she watched it impossibly stroke itself between her thighs and even run up the top of her belly to just under her swaying breasts. It was like her entire body was being taken by a giant disembodied penis. Regardless of the ridiculousness, she found her body responding with sexual need and desire. As the gigantic phallus continued to thrust obscenely in her and on her, she wrapped her hands and arms around the upper shaft lying on her belly and rubbed it up and down as she humped her pelvis forward and began to match its increasing rhythm.

The middle aged man smiled as he saw her begin to respond both in the dream and on the bed sheets. Pulling his fly open, he let out his own mighty member. Grasping it firmly, he began the ritual he knew he was required to perform. He had no choice, but this did not matter as his own desire was driving him onward with a force of its own. Stroking up and down his prodigious shaft, he watched the blossoming woman's dream and her dream driven movements upon the bed superimposed upon his vision. Quickening his pace, he matched the dream phallus's thrusts with his own fisted movements on his steely pole. Sensing with perfect timing May's own climax, he released his own seed upon her. On the bed she had raised her night gown above her alluring breasts as she rubbed up and down her chest and torso in simulation of stroking the dream penis that filled her. As the mysterious man let loose his need, stream after stream of pearly semen splayed across her breasts and stomach and crisscrossed her arms as she continued to rub her upper torso. No less than a dozen ejaculations shot forth from his throbbing member, and the object of his desire lay covered in his seed, still dreaming of the gigantic phallus that was erupting on her in a meadow on a bed in her bizarre dream.

Slowly the man watched as she continued to rub his blessed juice into her skin. For that is what it was, a blessing from his master, via his own being. Tucking his shrinking member back in his pants, he continued to watch the vision below him as he released his control of her dream state. He had no fear of her waking, as he slowly reached over to her bedside table and placed the book from his knapsack beside her dark rimmed glasses and feather book marker. Opening it to the proper story, he placed the feather book marker within its pages and closed it up. As his final act for the night, he implanted the thought within her that she had found the book at the public library. Turning to look once more upon the young man across the room, he saw that he was now sound asleep still with his youthful member poking a tent in the sheets. Ah youth, he thought, with a little bit of sadness.

Glancing one last time at May as she lay sprawled upon the bed, the man sighed and melded into the shadows and appeared back outside the house from where he came. Shouldering his knapsack once again upon his broad shoulders, he trekked back into the woods and towards the river. For now, his first task was done, but he sensed a change in the air, and though cautious, he began to look forward to the challenge of this mission and where it might lead.

CHAPTER THREE

Heading down the dirt road on his three-wheeler, Scott turned off and hit a side trail that went directly to the fort. The fort, as he and his friends called it, was really just a pseudo park that the small town had created for the kids to have something to call their own and be able to congregate and play in as they grew up. Even calling it a park was pushing the description to its utmost. It was really just a couple acres of land in the woods that had been thinned by the local town's folk. In the middle a "fort" was erected out of rough sawn lumber and log slats. Though simple it had been built with a child's heart in mind. There were multi-level platforms and small enclosures that were connected by swinging bridges and covered walk ways throughout the structure. It actually went up nearly three stories and at the top was a large enclosed floor nearly as big as Scott's living room. In the middle was a ladder that actually went to a loft under a sloped roof that was even more secluded. Over the years, he and his friends had gathered old cushions and blankets, and an odd assortment of furniture that was used for playing games or sitting around while drinking stolen beers or smoking cigarettes and pot. Hidden under a false board in the loft they had even stashed some Penthouse and Playboy magazines over the years that were worn with use from many solo masturbation sessions while discovering what they could about sex.

Checking his watch, he could see that he was right on schedule for the meeting planned with Linda at noon here. Looking around as he drove up, he did not see any sign of her or anyone else for that matter. Though the fort was popular when he was younger, it was less used these days as his generation of friends had out grown it, it seemed. Pulling the three-wheeler around the back, he killed the motor, swung out of the seat and bounded up the stairs to the first landing. Looking around at the four other landings, he decided to check out the top main floor as that was where everyone ended up anyway, and was the only landing that was enclosed with vertical slats which made it hard to make out if anyone was in it or not. Excitedly, he raced across the swinging rope bridge and leaped up the next set of stairs till he reached the top. Slowing down a little, he composed himself before entering the enclosure and looked around anxiously. Damn, he thought, she isn't here. God, I hope she didn't change her mind. I am such an idiot, he hounded himself; I should have called this morning to see if she was still coming.

Dejectedly Scott went over to an old bean bag chair that someone had dragged up and plopped himself down. White pellets poofed out the tear in the side of the old green vinyl covering and joined with the dust motes that were stirred up as they played in the sunlight shining through the gaps in the slat walls. The feeling of sadness was nearly overwhelming for him. Not typically a depressed type of person, he was surprised by his own reaction. As he pondered what to do next, he heard a noise above him. Looking up, he barely contained a laugh and a joyous holler as he saw Linda backing slowly down from the loft above. With her back to him, her butt was at a good position to watch as she stepped carefully from rung to rung. She wore flip-flops on her dainty feet and was wearing the same cut-off jeans from yesterday. From this angle her legs seemed longer and more alluring than he ever recalled before. Clambering up, he watched as she jumped from the last rung and turned to him with a shy smile on her face.

"I wasn't sure you would come," she said. "I didn't realize I got here so early, but I just couldn't wait," she explained. "Then I started thinking that maybe you had some regrets, or that you didn't want to see me, or that you wanted to back out, or that maybe that you weren't really attracted to me, or maybe...

Abruptly she stopped as Scott rushed to her and picked her off her feet while kissing her thoroughly on the lips. Nearly smothering her, he carried her against the wall and pinned her there. As he continued to keep his lips locked to hers, he began to run his hands up and down the sides of her body. Slowly he let her slide down the rough slates causing her soft pink sleeveless top to catch on the wood and climb up her belly to just under her unencumbered breasts. Taking advantage of the situation, he slid his hands under her shirt and cupped and grasped her magnificent mounds. Remembering his lessons from the day before, he slowed his movements and began to massage and feel his way toward her protruding nipples. Lifting her shirt over her breast, he broke off his kiss so that he could look down and admire once again the beauty of her womanly charms. Breathing roughly, he slowly circled around her areolas and marveled at her stiff puckered nipples. He looked at her and smiled lustfully.

Linda was still trying to catch her breath. Gasping she shivered at Scott's touch. The way he had grabbed her and snatched her in the air had scared her at first. The ease and sheer power he displayed in taking what he wanted was a little shocking to her. Their years of growing up had bred a certain familiarity with each other, and of all the boys she wrestled around with in the backyards over those years, he was the most common opponent. She had always thought that she was holding her own pretty good with him back then, but now she knew that was not the truth. He had only been toying with her. It dawned on her that if he wanted too, Scott could do anything he wanted to her and she would be hard pressed to stop him. But she didn't want him to stop, and that scared her even more. The thought of him pursuing his desires scared her too. Her emotions were a jumble, and her desire was hard to define. God, this was so intense, she thought. Looking back at him as he smiled down at her though eased her fears. In his eyes she saw desire, but also there was something deeper. A certain kind of awe was there that comes on you when you see a gorgeous sunset or sunrise. It reminded her of the first time she climbed to the top of Desert Mountain and looked down upon the valley below in which she lived. A person couldn't help but appreciate what God had made and the beauty of it all. Staring down at her from his hazel eyes that flashed green and then blue as the sun shone on his face through the gaps in the wall, she realized that he had that same look. She smiled back in the same loving way and moaned softly.

Whispering breathlessly, she asked, "I take it you're ready to explore some more?"

"Oh, most definitely," he replied as he continued to rub and fondle her breasts, occasionally bunching her shirt back up around her shoulder and neck to keep them exposed for his pleasure. Linda now had her arms draped around his neck, holding herself up as little shocks of pleasure coursed through her body every time he brushed her sensitive nipples with his strong hands. Not understanding exactly why, she started grinding her hips against his thighs in a humping motion. Closing her eyes, she couldn't help but let out a wanton moan. "That feels so good, Scott, so wonderful... oh my... oh yes...hmmm..." she purred.

Scott was in heaven as he watched her writhe before him. Am I making her do this, he thought? For the first time in his young life he felt powerful. He felt confident. He felt in total control of himself and everything around him and this thought was very enlightening. Acting on this new found feeling, he decided to explore its boundaries. Slowly, he let his hands drop and backed away from her. Her arms still around his neck, Linda nearly fell face first as she snapped open her eyes and stepped forward to catch her balance. Looking up, she anxiously opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, when he said, "Stand up and turn around."