Couture Capture Ch. 04

His arms were released, and his body turned vertical. He could see his cock shifting in and out of the invisible pussy, hard and compressed by tight unseen walls.

"Hold me, Derek. Hold me close to you." She moved faster as he held his arms out in front of him and curled them up. His forearms and palms found soft invisible skin, smooth as glass, with soft curves he couldn't see. He pulled the invisible body closer, wrapping his arms around it. A shudder came out, a beautiful little sound of surrender that perked Derek's dick when he heard it.

Jackie did the same thing when she was close to orgasm. Derek didn't say a word about the similarity; nothing needed to be said. He held the warm unseen form, tightening his grip around invisible shoulders.

"Fuck me, Derek—make me come." The words were soft and sweet in contrast to the wind rushing around his face. He could feel lips at his cheek, mouthing the words before they became audible. "make me come...make me come, make me come. Make-me-come-make-me-come!"

Derek threw his hips faster, closing his eyes and feeling the rush as the lips navigated their way to his. A wild tongue invaded his mouth, and the two bodies spun round so that Derek topped the invisible force now, bucking against the soft transparent form. He opened his eyes to see the water far below, rushing under him at an incredible rate. He heard a giggle despite the fact that his lips were still locked in play with hers.

"Didn't I tell you it would be amazing?" The voice asked, laughing and panting through the words. "Ride me hard..." He felt his arms pulled away from the form. Something grabbed his wrists and placed his hands in front of him, slowly lowering his palms over firm, invisible breasts.

When his fingers contracted in response, the hands on his wrists let go, allowing him to grope and squeeze at will. Derek bellowed another laugh and closed his eyes again, rocking and caressing the invisible body under him as he shot higher and higher into the sky.

"Fasterrrr..." The voice moaned. Derek felt a quickening building within him, the rush of sex in free-flight finally catching up with his body. The sounds of pleasure from his unseen partner came louder and more frequently, and Derek could feel her hips—hungry, grinding against his own, begging for release. "Faster...faster...faster!" Still shooting skyward, the pair approached a ceiling of low-laying clouds. The moisture in the air thickened around them as they passed through the red twilight diffusing through it, but there was only one thing on Derek's mind now.

She sang. Louder than the wind rushing around him, louder than his own grunts and moans. It seemed to liquefy him...to make everything around him slow and fluid and...

As the magic body against him reached crescendo, Derek followed in kind. His arms were shoved aside, and he felt warm flesh against his torso again as she latched onto him with invisible arms. The nails in his back pulling him greedily into her body made him erupt in a way he'd never felt. The two went into a spin. As they sailed in directions Derek's equilibrium couldn't comprehend, the dimming red glow in the cloud became brighter.

Faster. Brighter. Surrender.

The first stars were visible from the bow of the drifting Yacht now, but there was no one on the ship to see them. Derek and his unseen captor were no longer there—on the vessel, in the sky, or even in the clouds...

Time is unbounded

Warmth. Comfort. Not the words—just ideas, feelings. Was he dreaming?

He didn't have a sense of self. He couldn't see his own body, but from the darkness came forms he recognized. House. Bedroom. Dresser. Bed. Sheets.

Jackie. He could see Jackie, sleeping alone in their bed.

She looked like an angel. Hair framing her beautiful face, lips curled just slightly into a contented smile, eyes dodging beneath closed eyelids. She was dreaming.

Dreaming. The thought occurred again. Was he dreaming? He went back through the forms again, trying to recall. Sheets. Bedroom. House. Comfort. Warmth. Surrender.

Surrender. Just before this, Derek was making love, but in what--

Clouds.

Wind. Water. Soft, dancing hips and tracing fingers and...

Jackie again, dreaming away in bed. Derek didn't understand why or how he came to be here, but he wanted to touch her. He needed to feel her body again, to tell her that he was there with her—home and safe with her. How could he do any of those things without a body?

Try, said a voice. His lens shifted, darting around the room, searching the corners—then back to Jackie. Old habits, the voice giggled. Don't look, Derek. Touch.

He could see every detail of her perfect face, the outline of her gorgeous body beneath the satin sheet and the blanket half-covering her. He was drawn to her collarbones, just where the hem of the sheet met, and--

It moved! The sheet pulled back just slightly before coming to rest again. Did he...

You've got it, the voice said. Stop trying to rationalize it and touch her, With focus on the sheet again, the hem began curling back over Jackie's body. It lifted itself up and over her breasts, the sight of which triggered more impulses. The beautiful teardrop shapes, peaking with rose-colored nipples that he just wanted to--

Jackie stirred, letting out a moan as she shifted her body. Her back arched just slightly, almost as if she was holding herself out to him.

"You don't know how much I've missed you." He said it, and he heard it—just like he'd heard Jackie stirring. He could speak. "How much I've wanted to touch you." Just then, Jackie's breasts began moving on their own, squeezed and compressed with the force of invisible hands gently curling around them. Jackie cooed while he massaged her, sucking air through her pursed lips when her nipples danced and shrugged by the direction of Derek's invisible fingers.

Jackie's eyes blinked. Was she—waking up? Derek panicked for a second, unsure of what to do.

Relax, the voice said. There's nothing for you to worry about. Jackie's eyes slowly fluttered open, and a smile went wide across her face. Despite Derek's unexplained incorporeal form, it almost seemed like she was looking directly at him.

"You're here now," Jackie said. "You don't need to worry about anything ever again." A tear rolled down her face. She was looking at him.

More warmth. Overwhelming happiness. Contentment. He could feel it radiating off of her. Despite his confusion, her levity was contagious. He couldn't help but feel happy.

"But what am I, Jackie?" his own laugh, echoing in the dim room with her. "Why can't I see myself?"

"Your body is dispersed, Derek. You're in the fabric of reality itself." He should've been nervous. Scared. But he wasn't. He could only feel her. Warm. Happy. His body was dispersed? Somehow, that made sense. He could feel everything in the room, and he could see it all, but he could also focus his attention on something specific. Right now, that was Jackie.

"I'm—I'm like them?"

"Derek, take my hand." She reached out her hand. He wasn't there, but her shining eyes saw him. He clasped an invisible hand around her fingers. "You're like me." He could feel it in her. Overwhelming happiness, comfort, trust—love. This is what love feels like when there's no body to contain it.

"You mean the whole time, that was just you? All those clothes..."

"Not...exactly," Jackie said.

She comes from something greater, Derek. It was the voice all around him again.

"You mean...?" Derek asked aloud. Jackie put her finger up to her lips.

Jackie started as one of us, Derek. Just as we allowed you to join us, she was allowed to join your world.

The woman he loved wasn't even human, and now—neither was he.

Don't be so melodramatic. You're both human; you're simply more now. You're lucky, boy. Many of us choose to play in the human world, but rarely do we ever trust a human to pass the other way. But you were so willing to remove your walls...with our help, you became. Just as she believed you would.

The clothes, the directions, the capture—from keeping silence to flying out over the Pacific—it was all a prerequisite. It was Jackie's test.

No, boy. It was ours. And you passed.

Derek looked down at Jackie, her eyes closed, her fingers still held in his invisible hand. More invisible fingers brushed hair away from her face, and warm lips pressed against her own.

"I love you, Jackie." After a long kiss, she smiled wide, and another tear dropped.

"I love you too."

Just before dawn, on the pacific

"And he's still not back?" Jackie's pink panties said. "I thought he would've popped back in well before midnight."

"You've never been chained to a body," Jackie said, standing on the deck of the Yacht. The panties bobbed over to her and slid up onto the railing of the boat. They were moving slowly toward the coast as the dawn forward to breach the skyline.

"Present case excluded?" The panties asked. Jackie laughed.

"You're not chained to that pair of underwear," Jackie said. "You're occupying it. There's a difference."

"You're occupying that body," The panties wiggled back and forth.

"Well—you know it's not the same for someone like me," Jackie responded. "I've been living like them for long enough to really appreciate that not everyone can just—poof—'HEY! I'm insubstantial now, guess I'll go sail around the globe at light-speed for a while until I get bored and want my body back'." She shook her head. "Nearly three decades, trapped in the same form. Even I can't imagine what it must be like. Let him enjoy it as long as he wants."

"Is it worth the limits? It is worth being able to feel the kind of pain they feel?" The panties asked.

"Well, most of them are so frightened and tense and lonely...but they're also capable of so much. And trust me--until you're in one of these bodies, you'd never believe the ways they feel love. It's absolutely maddening." Jackie zoned out, looking out at the sunrise and smiling. "Totally worth it."

"Yeah, well—that's easy for you to say now. You brought back a partner in crime from the other side." The panties chuckled, but Jackie kept her dreamy eyes on the horizon. "Hey, I just thought of something. Is he gonna know how to—"

"Wait a second," Jackie held her hand up. "You hear that?"

She could hear him in her mind, grasping, searching for form, looking for—

"Stop the boat!" Jackie said. "Any second now, he should..." Some distance away, a barely noticeable sound grew more audible...

"YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The calm surface water carried Derek's voice well, even a couple hundred yards away. Jackie saw him splashdown and cringed, looking over at her panties.

"I suppose I could've been a little clearer about the re-association bit," She said, "but I'm gonna say that this was bound to happen the first time, no matter how I tried to explain it." The boat trolled to a stop.

"Hard to port, captain Jackie?" A sweater and skirt on the bridge shouted to her. Jackie laughed, shaking her head.

"No—that's fine. Actually, start on course again. I'll catch up." And like that, Jackie vanished, leaving a gown and shawl hovering in place where her body used to be. The gown turned to the panties.

"Belly flop?" the outfit asked. The panties swayed back and forth.

"More like a cannonball, I think," the panties replied, "but it was ass-first, so..."

"Well, at least now he has the option to leave the stinging behind." The clothes laughed.

Out in the water, Derek was wide-eyed and gasping, keeping himself up with a dog-paddle. He could see the boat in the distance, and just before he mustered a shout, he felt warm lips against his own. They weren't just any invisible lips though. This time...

"Jackie," he said as he felt his body plucked from the water. His ass and back stung, no doubt from hitting the salt water at height. "It's..."

"Of course it's me, silly. Did you have fun?" Arms wrapped around his stomach, and a body pressed against his wet, salty back as he flew toward the Yacht.

"I, uh—" he laughed. "Fuck yeah. More fun than I could've ever thought possible." A kiss on his cheek.

"That's my fly-boy. Was the landing okay?" She asked.

"The landing was very...solid." Derek reached down and rubbed the sides of his hips. Jackie laughed.

"It gets easier," Jackie laughed. Once over the rails of the yacht, Derek felt his body float down and meet the boat. "Next time, we won't have to take you to the middle of nowhere and fly you into the clouds to do it."

"Well—amazing as that was," Derek said, "why did we have to..."

"Part of the program," the panties said. "Dispersing a big fleshy body isn't exactly easy the first time it happens, even if we're helping you do it. You have to let go too—completely. If intangible force fly-fucking you naked into the clouds over an expanse of nothingness couldn't do it...well, let's just say you're lucky there wasn't an open volcano nearby."

He didn't bother standing—he let himself be set down in a sitting position despite his little jump when his reddened ass touched the hard surface. He looked around to see about a dozen other clothing items standing (or hovering) around the deck.

Fingers gripped him after he was put down, and when he looked up at his shoulder, he realized he could see them. His sight followed the arm back to a mostly dry and naked Jackie, smiling at him the same way she did the night before.

"Do you know how ecstatically happy you make me, Derek? And how absolutely in love with you I am?" He didn't have the words. He pulled his legs under him, stood up, turned around and wrapped his arms around her naked body. "Oooh, cold, cold, cold!" She squealed, hugging him back and laughing.

"Haaa, you know you like it--" Derek grinned. "You wouldn't have make the choice to have a body if you didn't." She nuzzled between his shoulder and neck, breathing in his scent with the salty air.

"That's true," she cooed, patting him on the back. "And if I hadn't, I'd have never found someone so extraordinary." The choice to have a body. The choice. Derek thought about something.

"Jackie—there's something I still don't understand," he said. "Something I didn't think to ask when I was getting a hang of my—um...my intangible legs last night."

"What is it, Derek?"

"Well, first off—you can't read my thoughts?" Jackie let go of him and put her fingers on her temples, narrowing her eyes.

"Not like this," she said, chuckling. "But intangible—it's not exactly thoughts, it's just—a sense of the environment. Same way you can move stuff in an intangible state, you can just feel emotions and reactions in the room too. Better than you can with eyes and ears that only exist in one place. But I'm sure it something you get the hang of with practice." Derek nodded.

"Like last night," Derek realized, "I felt how content you were, even before you woke up."

"It's because you trusted me," Jackie said. "Even when I wasn't there."

"Okay, so what I want to know is—that mesh-shirt outfit...I mean, what if I had ordered all the magic stuff out of the house?"

"Well," Jackie said, looking worried, "I guess from there, I would've had my own decision to make—about whether I could handle being with someone who could never really know me. Being human is a unique experience, but not being able to share myself—my true self—with the one I love?" A tear streamed down her face just thinking about it, and she pulled him into a hug. "We don't have to worry about that anymore, Derek."

"I see what you mean about the way those bodies make you feel love," The panties chuckled.

"Oh, shut up," Jackie said, looking over her shoulder and smiling.

"So what would've happened if I'd gone with the mesh-shirt outfit?" The other clothes around them snickered. Jackie patted Derek on the back.

"Then you were hers," Jackie said.

"You mean you'd have just let me go?"

"Not really 'let you go'—more like lend you to her. That was our deal. I would've visited, and I'd still most likely be in love with you—but our positions wouldn't have been the same. It would've been a moment where you chose her over me, in a way."

"And...what would she have done with me?" Derek asked. More chuckles from the clothes, and this time Jackie joined in.

"No telling, really. She has all sorts of hobbies, toys to play with, projects she's working on. Sometimes she helps simplify lives, sometimes she complicates others. Usually, for people who deserve it." Jackie sneered. "Usually."

"The sun's coming up..." The outfit on the bridge shouted to the deck.

Jackie's secret, Jackie's intangible friends in her clothes, the mesh-shirt outfit, the ultimatum—simplifying lives. Derek finally got it. "You had to make a decision about me. That's why she was there, and that's why she brought—them to the party," Derek said, gesturing at Jackie's clothes. "It was all a preparation for that decision, and then from there..."

"He's pretty smart for a guy," the panties said.

"I know," Jackie kissed Derek again, whispering, "that's why I'm keeping him forever." She faded into nothingness, and Derek hovered up off the deck and toward the cabin. "Come on, fly-boy. Lets take it inside one more time before we get close to port."

Derek laughed as he hovered over the bed in the main cabin. Invisible fingers and lips started on him, making his flesh ripple from his neck to his feet.

"Jackie—one more question?" A chorus of laughter this time—not just Jackie's.

"Sure, lover. Anything."

"Where'd you get a yacht?"