Driving in Snow Ch. 19

Robin asked me if I thought she should shave. She had soft looking curls in a light brown stripe. Her pubic bone was somewhat prominent. I thought her pubis was beautiful as is. I suggested that if she were to do anything it would be to shave just her outer lips and the few loose hairs on her inner thighs.

The slide got even more use. Robin asked me to photograph her on the slide and entering the water. I did. The others followed. I got some incredible shots. Especially some of beautiful nude girls emerging from a cloud of bubbles. I got some spectacular shots at the waterfall as well. I also took several group shots of the whole crew. Linda took some pictures of the rest of the group with me. Some were in the water, some on the deck.

The party ended with me hugging each of the girls. They each ground themselves into me. I was fully erect two girls in. Joan wanted a second hug. Her body felt so incredibly right against mine. They all ended up with a second round.

Hugging Joan was sort of weird. We fit together beautifully. It was like her hips were telling my hips: "You belong here."

A conversation with Joan.

I asked Joan what she thought of "Interconnections" as we walked back from the pool..

She said: "It is amazingly well written. Ann has a tremendous imagination to interweave all those characters together."

I asked: "So are you saying that you see it as fiction?"

She replied: "What else could it be?"

I responded: "A past life history."

She replied: "You don't think past lives are real, do you?"

I answered: "Yes I do, and so does Ann and her entire family. We believe that souls travel in groups and that we have been together in many lifetimes. That book was in the publisher's hands when I first met Ann and her family yet I knew about several of the stories in it."

She said: "Oh."

I invited Joan to come upstairs so we could continue our conversation. Ann took the rest back to campus in the SUV. Ann said she had to hurry because she was meeting Fil to go to the movies.

Joan asked: "Who is Fil?"

I answered: "Fil is my wife, she was Lucy in Ann's book."

Joan said: "What?"

I said: "Yes, and I was Jacob. I knew about three of those lives before I met Ann."

She said: "Do you think that I'm in that book too?"

We had reached the living room. We sat down side by side on the sofa.

I answered: "That is part of what I am trying to figure out. You spook me. You look just like Jean, my first love, wear your hair the same ways, sound like her, act like her, have the same wonderful warped sense of humor, the same astronomical intelligence. I even think your nipples are the same color. Jean was Samuel in Ann's book."

I reached over and put my arm around her. She leaned into me, and snuggled up.

She asked: "Do you think I'm Jean?"

I replied: "No, probably not. I find I love each of you separately, rather than the two of you blending together. She is still alive so you may be some form of concurrent lifetime or something totally different. I do believe that there is some sort of spiritual connection. I just don't know what it is. You certainly have my attention. You seen familiar when I touch you. I must say however that I am drawn to touch your body."

She answered: "I love it when you do."

Then we kissed. We were soon dancing tongues. What seemed like just a few minutes was half an hour by the clock when I glanced at one. We were both very hot and bothered. I began caressing her breast through her clothing. She became even more hot and bothered. Her top and bra came off and I was kissing two beautiful nipples. I deliberately stayed at light petting. Then I found that I was getting hungry, food hungry. I looked up at the clock and another hour had gone by.

I asked Joan: "Would you like some supper?"

She said: "Yes."

I said: "Let's go see what we can find."

She reached for her bra. I looked at her questioningly. She smiled and set it down.

We found some left over roast beef, mashed potatoes and peas in the refrigerator.

Joan said: "Looks good to me."

I microwaved each while Joan set the table.

We sat down to dinner. I said my usual grace, thanking the souls of the items we were about to consume.

Joan said: "That is a very unusual grace."

I said: "Yes but a good one, I think. It is based in Native American spirituality."

She agreed.

She said: "I've never eaten a meal topless before."

I asked: "How does it feel?"

She answered: "Kind of weird but in a nice way. I like how you look at my breasts. It makes me tingle inside."

I replied: "They are very beautiful. You are very beautiful. I would like to photograph you sometime."

She asked: "Nude?"

I answered; "Some yes but not just nude."

She responded: "OK."

I continued: "You are very beautiful when you are nude. Your physical body is magnificent but more than that, you radiate a certain shyness, a certain innocence which is incredibly charming."

She replied: "Thank you."

I nodded.

We were eating as we talked.

I asked her if she was on the pill.

She replied: "Do I need to be?"

I answered: "Eventually. Either with me or someone else."

She asked: "Do you want me?"

I replied: "Passionately."

She then asked: "Then why did you say 'eventually?' "

I responded: "When we make love I want to be sure that I am making love to Joan Donaldson and not some ghost of Jean as she was in this lifetime or one a thousand years ago."

She asked: "What happened a thousand years ago?"

I told the story of the knight rescuing the fair maiden who was betrothed to another that they both respected. The knight and the maiden loved each other but did not consummate that love.

She asked: "Jean was the maiden?"

I nodded.

Joan said: "That sounds so sad. You've waited all this time."

I said: "In between I killed him."

She said: "What? Why?"

I answered: "War. We were both soldiers. I killed him in the line of duty. Maybe that is why Jean dumped me. Maybe not. Maybe it was because on that last day I was being a jerk. Maybe on that last day I was being a jerk because I needed for her to dump me. Regardless it brought home to me the total futility of war. "

Continuing: "There is another side to relationships, besides karma. Souls come into human form with specific tasks or goals in mind, missions if you will. This is called dharma, meaning duty or saddharma, duty individualized. Souls sometimes agree to work together on projects. Most often it seems to be two but sometimes the group may get quite large. This agreement happens in the late stages of the bardo, the period between death and rebirth. These agreements are generally not known to the personalities involved but the soul or souls will provide a steady stream of hints to those personalities. I believe my main mission in this life was to support Jean in her mission, a mission she chose not to pursue, a mission whose time has run out. We were at a meeting together five years ago. I looked at her across the room and I knew. There was a time constraint and it had closed. Jean is still a beautiful woman and I still care about her but that gnawing love for her just went away."

I then said: "I did consummate another past life unconsummated love affair."

She said: "Oh."

I proceeded to tell the story of Suzanne and Pierre. I explained about sending love with Barbara's dance and when Barbara and I make love and my mystery girl, and how we met. I described our sacred flame.

We had finished eating. We got up , put our dishes in the dishwasher and went back to the sofa.

Then I said: "An interesting aspect of this is that I feel totally innocent when I make love with Connie. I don't know if this is a carryover from Pierre or something else but whatever it is I really like it."

Joan asked: "I assume Connie was a virgin. How did you feel not being one?"

I replied: "At that moment all my past sexual history was totally gone from my mind. Effectively we were both virgins sharing the sacred fire both literally and figuratively. I should note that we did not discover our past life tie until the next morning. I suspect things would have been very different if we had known. I'm glad we didn't know."

She asked: "How would it have been different?"

I answered: "I don't think I could have been as totally innocent. Perhaps in some way I was Pierre at that moment. I think if I had known the story I would have been aware of him separately. I just don't know."

She asked: "Where does that leave us?"

I said: "If we are both sure that you were the maiden then we might make love with you as both Joan Donaldson and the maiden and with me as both Matt McCartney and as the knight. But if you were not the maiden then I would like to make love with you as just Matt McCartney. It is also possible that we make love totally ignoring any past life ties."

I paused and then said: "It also may be that we do not find out about our connections until later."

She asked: "How will you know? How will we know?"

I said: "That's the problem. I find getting psychic answers spotty at best. So far neither Ann nor I have been able to answer the question as to who you were."

She said: "I've never gotten any psychic information. To be honest I don't believe in it."

I replied: "That lack of belief will pretty much guarantee that it doesn't come or if it does it will not be recognized. Most people get a lot of information from their soul but do not recognize the source. I would like to point out that Ann wrote about the knight and the maiden before we met while I have known about that lifetime for almost fifty years. How did we come up with the same story?"

She answered: "Chance I guess. That isn't a very good answer but it is the only one I've got."

I took time to explain some things: Souls travel in groups, most karma stays within the group, we find each other even when we are born far apart, we choose our parents not to have an easy life but to get the spiritual work done, and we change races and sexes according to what best serves that work.

She asked: "How do people in a group find each other?"

I answered: "Synchronicity. The causation when there could not possibly be any causation. The meaningful coincidence when that coincidence is absurdly improbable. The physical world is gently steered by non physical intelligence. Keep in mind that both karma and dharma are strong attractive forces."

She asked: "Do you think our meeting was somehow meant to happen?"

I replied: "Very likely. I wonder if my taking you to bed is meant to happen."

She smiled and said: "I hope so."

I leaned over and kissed her. Then I caressed a breast. She sighed happily.

I said: " 'Meant to be' may be a little strong. The universe give us opportunities but does not force. Nonetheless our heart's desire is usually what is going with the cosmic flow."

I asked her: "What is it about me that you find so attractive?"

She replied: "It started as love at first sight. That was weird since I had never felt any pull for an older man before. Somehow you were different: You were color in a black-and-white world. When we had the first pool party you just fit in with the group somehow. An old man with a bunch of college coeds. I asked myself: 'What is this about?' I didn't have an answer then, just a strong attraction. Those questions got a lot louder when tops started coming off. I feel very happy when I am around you, happy and loved. I feel happy and loved whenever I think about you. Is that weird or what. I tingle inside when you look at me. I tingle when you look at me dressed. I tingle even more when you look at me naked. You are the only man to see me naked. You are the only man I want to see me naked."

I said: "Thank you."

She continued: "Then I started watching you with Ann. It is obvious how much you two love each other. I was intrigued since you did not seem to really be a couple in the conventional sense. I know that you are in business together and I wondered if that was it. She had said something about being spiritual compatriots. I wondered if that was what it was. What is that?"

I answered: "In a deep sense we are all spiritual compatriots. What makes Ann and I different is the extent to which we are aware of it. First and foremost Ann and I are spiritual compatriots, everything else just follows. You and I are spiritual compatriots too. I have yet to come into full awareness of the ramifications of that and you have even further to travel on your road to that awareness. Ann and I are both aware of a strong dharmic tie. 3i is a consequence of that even though we do not yet understand what our joint dharma is."

I kissed her. Then I caressed a breast. We snuggled together. Several minutes went by.

She said: "Do you know what I would like right now?"

I asked: "What, my beauty?"

She said: "A nude hug."

I undressed, she finished undressing.

I was fully hard. I could smell her arousal.

I held my penis up so it would be between our bellies as we came together for a hug.

The hug was delicious. She ground her hips into mine. Her pubic bone rode up and down on my phallus.

I again felt as if her hips were telling mine: "You belong here." I told her so.

She replied: "My hips think so too. I guess I had better start taking birth control pills."

I agreed.

We French kissed while we hugged. Staying together for what seemed like several minutes. In actuality it was fifteen minutes. All the while she was grinding her hips and breasts into me while I was caressing her back and kneading her ass.

Finally I pulled away from her saying: "If we don't stop now I will put it in protection or no."

She replied: "I will want you to."

We got dressed and I drove her back to campus. I gave her a set of my spiritual writings including "Is Sacred Sex Possible."

That night I had a long phone call with Barbara. She said that there was definitely a tie somewhere and but she was unsure about what it was. She suggested several additional possibilities leaving me more confused than ever.

[ Joan had gone to bed. She found herself thinking about Matt. She found one hand playing with a nipple while the other hand migrated to between her legs. She worked herself to a point where she was near orgasm.]

As we were about to end the call I suddenly found that I wanted a melding. I asked Barbara to sing our song. She did. Our melding was strong and I was sending love to the usual list. Joan was especially prominent.

[Joan found herself feeling very loved. It seemed to be somehow coming from Matt. She brought herself to a tremendous orgasm and found that the feeling of being loved was only getting stronger. She felt overwhelmed. Eventually the feeling faded but she still felt very loved and very happy. Joan wondered if Matt was sending love again. She decided probably not - It would be too much of a coincidence. Besides Barbara wasn't here.]

Barbara and I held our meld for about fifteen minutes. I felt very loved too.

To be continued.