Colour Me Happy Ch. 23

Ch 23

This is the story of Stephen who can see peoples emotional state as a colour. Slight deviation from the intended plot line in this chapter. Stephen meets Tilly and has his first therapy session with Freida and Michael. Back home, workers arrive to fix an electrical fault and ask too many questions.

Would really welcome feedback. It's the feedback that keeps me motivated to keep writing, so tell what you like/don't like.

All character are over 18 years of age.

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A couple more days went by after my last therapy session with Peter and Monica. I was still living at the hotel and trying to keep a low profile. A week earlier Tess and I had that unsettling experience while we were "In-Unison". This is the term I created to describe the flux induced mind meld Tess and I experienced. I resisted calling Mom, Dad or Jen not knowing whether the mysterious force we encountered had the capability of bugging phones and the like.

I decided to go for a walk and get some air. I greeted Booker who was working reception.

"Stephen", he called out, "I have something for you."

"Oh, OK", I said, I wasn't expecting anything.

He handed me an envelope and returned to dealing with the line of guests that were arriving and departing.

Leaving the hotel, I noticed a mobile coffee cart. A hot coffee and a walk to the park where I could sit and take some air felt like a good idea. The coffee vendor was a cute college aged girl. She had a girl next door look about her. The stand was quiet at this time of day and I was the only customer.

"Hi', I said, "could I please have a strong caffe latte?"

"Of course", she beamed a smile that drew you into her eyes.

"Things look pretty slow", I said making small talk as she turned to prepare my coffee.

"Yeah, it's been slow all day, I was about to close up."

"Well, I'm glad you didn't", I responded.

We shared a little more small talk and within a minute or two I received my coffee.

I swiped my phone to pay for the coffee and asked for her name.

"Tilly", she smiled.

"I'm Stephen, it was a pleasure meeting you."

I said thank you and good bye, and with my coffee in hand I headed to the park which only 200 meters up the road. There was a park bench and picnic table surrounded by a cluster of trees. It had secluded feel even though we were in the middle of the city. The sun was shining although the wind was quite fresh. Turning my collar up against the cold, I took a long draft of coffee and steam filled the air as I exhaled.

I retrieved the letter Booker passed to me and tore open the envelope. The note read...

"Stephen, I've left this note with the concierge so that I could avoid calling you directly, each day at 5:00pm, I'll call the phone in the hotel lobby. Love Jen xxx."

It gladdened me to hear from Jen and I was equally happy she was being careful. Glancing at my phone, I noted it was 3 o'clock, I had time to kill. My thoughts turned to the entity that seemed to try and engage Tess and I. Since Tess went home and I immediately returned to the hotel there wouldn't be anyone to identify as a flux manipulator. That should work in our favour. We were not able to identify the location of the other "In-Unison" pair. Granted we only discovered this aspect of our capability. I would not make an assumption that my capability has any equivalency to this other pair. They might be more experienced or more powerful. They may have been able to get a better location assessment. However, if they didn't pin point us immediately, there would be little evidence linking the family to flux manipulation. Lastly, I thought, if these people happened to somehow meet anyone in the family and ask some leading questions, any lie or even nervousness could be identified. I would need to provide Jen with a story that would not require a lie while not giving the game away either.

I remained in the park for an hour and a half and the remains of my coffee was cold. Disposing of the paper cup I headed back to toward the hotel to wait for the phone to ring. I passed the coffee stand to find Tilly had left for the day.

I scanned the lobby as I entered the hotel. There where the usual staff milling about as well as a few guests. Two caught my eye as they were seated in the lobby. The smallish lobby of the boutique hotel was not a natural spot to camp. I was becoming more and more paranoid. I wonder what that colour would look like? I can't see my own colours.

Checking their colours I noticed the man had a blue aura which morphed pink then blue again. I don't know what the pink meant and that made me more suspicious. The second, a woman in her mid 30s was issuing white and green. Truth and happiness. She was a brunette, about 5'7, c-cup breasts, slim, a pretty face, good looking. Under normal circumstances I might have approached her.

It was approaching 5:00pm and I hovered around the phone waiting for it to ring. The man looked up at me making eye contact, it was unnerving. My attention was drawn to the elevator when it's bell sounded indicating it had reached the ground floor. Moments later the doors opened and a women and young girl, maybe 4 or 5 years old, exited making a beeline for the man. His attention was drawn in their direction, the child squealed, and ran toward him.

He lifted her into the air with a big hug. White, green and a massive pink blast encapsulated them. The women then caught up, gave him a kiss and they all left the hotel together.

I drew a deep breath, maybe I was overreacting.

The phone rang and I immediately picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" I said, not giving my name.

"Stephen! It's me", came the response.

"It's so good to finally talk to you, I didn't want to call the house or your cell", I replied.

"Me too", said Jen, "there has been some odd shit happing here, it could be a coincidence, but I don't think so. There was a power outage affecting 4 blocks, something about some rogue equipment somewhere causing a random spike and flipping off the block. Workers interviewed all the residents, they wanted to come in check our devices. They asked about the people living here and where they were and the like. It was unusual. Definitely suspect."

"Did they enter the house?"

"No, Dad started asking his own questions and they must have thought better of it, they made an excuse and left."

"Anything about me?" I continued.

"Not specifically about you, they wanted to know if anyone else lived here and where they were. We told them the truth, that you were working and staying at the hotel, for the next couple of weeks. Nothing about Tess."

"It was good thing not to lie, they would know. Answering truthfully won't draw suspicion, and with only one person missing and no other flux manipulator present they probably bought it."

"I'd like to talk to Tess", I said cutting myself off as the women in the lobby got up and moved to a magazine stand nearby. Still her colours showed true. I should not be concerned, but I felt something was off.

I said to Tess, "Look I have to go, but lets catch up soon", then I added, "see you Chris, good to talk to you", and hung up.

Jen would know I hadn't followed the arranged protocol which was agreed before I left home. We would meet in Vegas on Saturday, in the meantime I would have to wait. Hopefully she would arrange for Tess to go as well.

I left the lobby and the woman at the magazine stand and went back upstairs to my room/office.

I had my second set of clients arriving for their first meeting the following day and wanted to refresh my memory by rereading the file. Frieda and Michael are a couple in their 50s. Frieda had an affair and their marriage was suffering as a consequence. The couple have two adult children aged 18 and 20. The son Nathan and daughter Anne begged them to try and save the marriage. All 4 would be in attendance tomorrow.

My alarm sounded at 8:00am, I didn't sleep well. I needed coffee.

I had a thought, why not get a coffee from Tilly. I showered, dressed and headed down stairs. Rather than turn right to restaurant, I turned left to the lobby and out into the street. It was only a minutes walk to get to the coffee stand. Rounding the corner she came into view. My heart pounded a little faster as I approached. She looked up as I neared and we made eye contact. She beamed a bright smile, and green fog massed around her. She was happy to see me. I joined the end of the line to get my coffee.

Slowly but surly I made my way to the front of the line as each person ahead of me received their caffeine fix. Finally, I made it to the front of the queue. Tilly was cute, so understated, but amazingly beautiful. She definitely ticked my boxes. A french expression came to mind "je ne sais quoi". She had that certain something, hard to describe, but you knew it when you saw it.

"Hi there!" I said as I reached the front of the queue, "Can I get a black coffee, please?"

"Sure thing! One black coffee coming right up. Anything else for you?"

"Actually, yeah. I was wondering if you'd be interested in getting dinner with me tonight? There's this great place I know nearby."

Tilly smiled, "Oh, that sounds nice. I'd love to, but I've got some plans tonight. How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow works for me. What time suits you?"

"How about 7:00 PM? That will give me a chance to close up here and freshen up."

"Perfect! 7:00pm it is. There's a new little Italian place I've been meaning to try."

"OK, I'll meet you there. What's the name of the place?"

"It's called 'La Dolce Vita.' See you tomorrow!"

"Looking forward to it! I'll see you at 7:00."

I took my coffee and turned to head back to the office. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. Looking up, I made eye contact with a women in her 40s who was immediately behind me in the line. She smiled knowingly.

"Ahh to be young and in love", she said to anyone listening.

A couple of chuckles rang out as I beated a hasty retreat.

Getting back to office I called the restaurant and made a reservation.

It wasn't long before my new clients were due to arrive and right on time there was a knock at the door.

I opened the door, "Please come in", I said.

Frieda and Michael entered, followed by their young adult children. Frieda introduced herself and her son and daughter, Nathan and Anne.

Michael shook my hand, "I'm Michael, it's nice to meet you."

I introduced myself and asked all to take a seat in the lounge area and offered them coffee.

After some pleasantries I moved to make a start.

"Let me begin by explaining the process", I said.

I explained how I would meet with each of them to get their perspective on the issues, and if I thought I could help them and if they were comfortable we could begin sessions.

"The sessions", I said, "are challenging and can be quite uncomfortable. They are designed to lead you through a change. If you decide to proceed, I will need you to commit fully to the process. Otherwise we will remain where we are just wasting time. I'm sure you would all agree that would be unacceptable."

They all nodded agreement.

"OK then. Frieda, why don't you and I start."

I invited her into my office and we each took a seat.

"Firstly", I said, "This is a safe place, I don't judge, people do things for reasons. If we are to understand the reasons, we need to first acknowledge the behaviour. Honesty is critical. Can you be honest and open?"

Her colours were white and blue, "Yes I can", she said, "Our marriage is probably over, there is no way back from this, but I want to try."

"Well you are not the only person to have ever had an affair, many marriages survive", I replied, "why don't you tell me how it started."

Freida began recounting her first unfaithful act.

"It was raining heavily", she started, "I was at home beginning to prepare dinner when he walked in."

As if in a trance she continued recounting the dialogue which undoubtedly was permanently scorched into her brain.

"I was surprised to see him, 'Oh, look at you! Caught in the rain, huh?'" said Frieda.

Then continuing, "He grinned that sheepish grin the way he does. It melts my heart. Water droplets trailing down his face as he closed the door behind him. He laughed 'Yeah got caught up in it on the way back. It's pouring out there.'"

"I left him there to get a towel, then I said, 'Come here, let's get you dried off before you catch a cold.'"

"He approached me, and I handed him the towel. He started to shuck off his wet clothes, a soaked shirt clinging to his frame. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. He took off his shirt, and his soaking jeans. When he stood up it was like looking at the statue of Adonis."

"I teased him, 'Looks like you had a real adventure out there", she continued.

"My eyes couldn't leave his package, he obviously shaved down there, his briefs were wet and clung to his skin, there was not a lot left to the imagination. He looked at me, looking at him, and he started hardening."

"As he finished drying himself his briefs tented and I could see his shaft, I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth", Frieda explained.

She continued, "He looked at me staring and said, 'Should I take these off as well', he said. I knew it was crossing a line but I just nodded. He didn't need any encouragement; he dropped his briefs and his boner sprung up. I turned away."

"'It's OK', he said. He drew a chair, and guided me to it."

"'You wanted to look, so have a good look', I sat down and looked up."

"His beautiful cock was inches from my face. I told him no but he wanted more and wasn't keen to accept no for an answer."

"'Look what you've done, you can't leave me like this', he said."

"My will power collapsed and I took him into my mouth. I sucked him dry and let him cum in my mouth. When he was done he left, it seemed my orgasm was my own affair", Frieda plumed yellow fog as she continued to describe her first encounter.

"Frieda, that was very intense I'm sure, sex always is but on a scale of one to ten this is a four. With honesty, work and good will, you can get through this", I said.

"There's more", she hastened, "after that, there were many more times, we did everything you could think of. Nothing was off limits. I gave him what ever he wanted. My god the passion, we fucked in every room in the house. He'd let himself in and take me wherever he found me, it was so good, I can't believe it. Then I got careless, and Anne caught us. I can still hear her scream, 'Nathan, Mom, MOM!' And she ran out the door."

I hadn't expected that, "So Anne caught you and Nathan fucking?"

"She saw him emptying himself into me. I'm so embarrassed, his seed was spilling out of me, and I was trying not to make a mess of the couch. I had a hand on my pussy and was struggling to stand, we were laughing like teenage lovers, I was mock scolding him, telling him he makes too much cum. He was laughing. We didn't notice she was there until she screamed."

"Thanks for your candour Frieda, in terms of difficulty, you moved from a four to a nine, but again not impossible."

Then concluding, "Later she insisted I tell Michael or she would. I had no choice so I told him I had an affair."

"But not about Nathan?" I asked.

"No", she answered.

"Well, if you truly want this marriage to survive it can't be built on half-truths and lies", I advised.

"I understand that", Frieda acknowledged.

We ended the session there; I showed Frieda back to the lounge area and asked Anne to join me.

Preferring to get to the heart of the matter I started, "I understand you walked in on a moment of passion? Tell me what happened."

"I was supposed to be at the movies but my friend cancelled and I came home early. I let myself in the back door and expected to find mom in kitchen. She wasn't there, I heard some mumbling and moved towards the noise. I entered the hallway and could hear slap, slap, slap of skin on skin. I knew what it was and thought to myself, mom and dad are having a matinee. The thought got me excited and I wanted to sneak a peek."

A soft yellow plume began to issue forth. Remembering the images was making her excited.

She continued, "I looked into the doorway, but it wasn't Mom and Dad. All I could see was Nathan. He was naked. The girl was laying on the couch with had her ass on the armrest. Legs spread and pointing straight up. Her position gave him the perfect angle and he was using it to full advantage."

"I couldn't believe that he brought a girl home and was fucking in the open like this. Wherever Mom was she could not be far away and if she walked in on this she would freak."

"I've never seen him like that before. Fully erect. Pistoning, in and out, in and out. Watching them was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. Every now and then he would plunge deeply and she would groan. All I could think was I wish I could get some of that. I couldn't help myself, I just watched, I put a hand inside my panties and rubbed myself."

Yellow fog was becoming intense.

"You seem to be getting excited, are you horny right now?"

"What? No!" she lied.

"It's OK, I don't judge. It's the denial of truth that hurts us in the end, you should feel free to express yourself any way you want to while you are here. Please continue."

It was important that she accept her feelings, I pushed the fog, intensifying it.

She continued, "He was pumping her, I could see he was close to orgasm", almost absent mindedly a hand went up her skirt and started moving in a familiar motion. "His balls were slapping into her ass, then it happened, I could see his cock pulsing his cum deep into her pussy. I came so hard. I had to bite my hand to stop myself from screaming out."

I gave her a jolt of fog to get her over the line. An intense look came over her, she lifted her skirt further and I could see her panties pushed to one side as she strummed her clit. She groaned out completion.

"I'm Sorry, I don't know what came over me", she said.

"Don't be sorry", I said, it's natural and this is a safe place. Please finish the story."

"Well, he filled her with cum, and they were laughing. She tried to get up off the couch but fell back down. She was at an odd angle and had only one hand, the other was trying to hold the cum in her pussy as it was dripping out of her. It was quite funny really, I was about to make my presence known, when she stood up and for the first time, I realised this was not some girl Nathan had brought home, it was Mom. I screamed and ran out the door. It was later that I told Mom she had to come clean to Dad", she completed.

"You screamed, but orgasmed watching them fuck, and then again just now as you recounted the story. Have these events this really upset you, or is it something else?"

"At first, I thought it was just some girl, and the thought of watching Nathan fuck was a turn on. When I realised it was Mom I was shocked as the sight, and I sure couldn't let them know that I was masturbating. Truthfully, it did turn me on. I liked watching. But Dad concerns me. Mom told him about the affair, but not specifically about Nathan. I know it would crush him to know that."

At that point I ended the interview with Anne, then met with Nathan and lastly with Michael. Apart from some minor details, Nathan's recounting of the story matched those of Anne and Frieda. Michael was aware of an affair but not about Nathan's involvement. He wanted to try and save his marriage. My sense was that he may be able to get beyond the current predicament.

To complete the days work I had the family reconvene as a group, I explained that I thought I could help, but it would require all of the family to commit to the process. As three hours had already passed by and given the intensity of the revelations, I decided to end the session there. They agreed to commit to the process and continue. Finally, we made an appointment for the following day.