Midsummer-Night's Dreaming Ch. 04

A cock. Insider her. Her first real, flesh-and-blood cock. No batteries in this one, but she did not need any artificial vibrations to get her excited. She trembled with desire, and as the novel invader glided deeper inside her, she had a rush of feeling, and her muscles contracted to give the hard member a squeeze of welcome. She groaned with the pulse of a small orgasm with just the first stroke of her first fuck. How much better could it get?

The answer was quickly apparent. Much better! She lay back on the picnic table feeling nothing of its surface. Only the hands gliding slowly up towards her breasts mattered. That, and the points of contact where their bodies touched—especially his one long, hard point of contact inside her. His fingers reached her nipples already nubby-hard with excitement. First he caressed them softly, but then he squeezed their stiffness making her gasp. The sudden spring of release when his fingers passed on gave her a different thrill. After a few gentle strokes, he took her nipples between his fingers and began to squeeze them one at a time, sometimes tugging gently, sometimes rolling them to the side. He had not moved his cock, but her breasts seemed to be connected directly to her pussy. She gave another groan, a little louder this time, and once again her muscles contracted around his penis as another gentle wave of orgasm passed through her sex.

She could have been on the beach, just lying back and letting the wonderful warm cock bring wave after surging wave of pleasure through her body. The undulations did not have the hard, bright burst of a climax, but they were a rolling flow of sensuous delight that spread out from her loins and suffused her whole body. Fae reveled in the shear, self-indulgent hedonism as ripples of joy flowed through her body. Just as she was beginning to wonder how much more sybaritic joy she could stand, she sensed a change in his tempo. His strokes became more urgent. The intensity of his motion focused her own arousal on her sex. She looked down and the red glow which had covered her entire body was now a pulsating beacon between her legs.

With one last powerful thrust he pushed into her, and his cock spasmed deep inside her as it discharged its load of cum. That triggered her own release, and her body surged up to meet his. Gasping and panting together, they joined together in inarticulate cries of pleasure.

And suddenly it ended. The world drifted back to her as the magical moment receded. Magic. It had been magic! Puck and his magic. The sparkles of light swirled away, and she could see again. The stars were back in their usual places overhead—and so was... Logan? She could not believe what she saw in the dim light. Logan? Where was Edgar? Wasn't he ...? Didn't Puck mean for ...?

Her scattered thoughts were interrupted when Logan gave her a warm embrace and nuzzled his face into her neck. "Oh, god, I'm sorry Fae," he said. "I just couldn't help myself."

As he held her, Fae felt her own arms reach up and return the embrace. Finally she said, "Logan, I don't think this was supposed to happen."

He looked at her, and she could see a boyish grin on his face. "I'm glad it did," he whispered, and for one desperate moment Fae's heart threatened to explode with joy. He eased backwards, and Fae felt his cock slipping out of her. She felt sad their moment together was ending, but it was not right for them to be together. After all, Logan and Priscilla...

At that moment the full reality of their position returned, and she sat up abruptly pushing Logan away. She and Logan were not alone. Priscilla and Edgar were... where? Embarrassed for the first time by the thought of her own nudity, she looked frantically around for her clothes. Logan, too, seemed to feel awkward, and he retrieved his own clothes. As she hurriedly dressed, Fae could not help but steal one more look at Logan's cock before he pulled up his pants. Even though not as rigidly stiff as it had been before, it still swung out an impressive length in front of his body. Had that huge thing really been inside of her? The wetness between her legs told her it had.

They were both almost decent again, when Fae heard a quiet little laugh from behind and turned to see Priscilla and Edgar approaching. They walked holding hands, and their clothing was just as disheveled as Fae and Logan's.

"I don't know what just happened," Priscilla said with a smile, "but it looks like it happened to you guys too."

Fae flushed. "Look, Priscilla, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for this to... I mean, I know you and Logan..." She stopped because Priscilla put her arms around Edgar.

"I'm the one who should be sorry," Priscilla said looking serious. "Logan, can you forgive me? I do like you, but after tonight... I mean, after what just happened between Edgar and me, we just kind of ... remembered how it used to be." She squeezed Edgar closer and looked up at him. "I'm sorry Logan, but Edgar and I are just meant for each other." She gave a little helpless shrug. "I guess."

Logan seemed to be speechless. He looked at the couple then he looked at Fae. "Well, yeah. Okay." He scratched his head. "I guess."

Seeing Logan's awkwardness, and feeling awkward herself. Fae stepped forward and took Logan's arm. "Look, let's just head back. Okay?"

Back at the car, Priscilla climbed in the back seat with Edgar which left Fae to sit up front with Logan. Once the car was back on the road, Fae could hear whispers from the back seat punctuated by occasional giggles. She looked at Logan in sympathy, but he stared straight out the window concentrating on driving. At least, that's the way to looked. Fae knew him well enough to know that his brain must be awhirl with thoughts.

On impulse she turned enough to reach his hand and took it in hers. His hands were cold, and she she gave it a little squeeze. After a pause, he squeezed back. Then he turned to look at her for a moment and smiled. Fae smiled back even though Logan could not see, and she continued to hold his hand until they were back in the city.

#

Fae almost stayed home on Monday. The lab was one place where she felt sure of herself. Graphs, charts, data analyses, and statistical significance were her friends. Logan had always been a part of that world, but a safe part. Now, he did not feel safe at all. After her shower, she fixed her hair, but as she worked, her eyes kept coming back to the curl of her upper lip. The plastic surgeons had fixed the gross deformity she was born with, but her skewed face would never be normal. She thought of all the pretty little pixies she had gone to school with years ago. Before she slipped into self pity, however, she gave herself a mental shake. Screw them, she thought. She had been smarter than anyone in her school then, and she was smarter now. She put down her brush and looked at herself sternly. Come on, she told herself firmly. Be a tough broad. She sighed. Her mother used to lecture her like that, but it had never been easy for Fae.

At 9:00 she had a meeting in the main library with the two graduate students she was consulting with about the analysis of their research project. She did not get to her office in the lab until after lunch. Mylinh, the department secretary, arched a questioning eyebrow at her when Fae stopped to pick up her messages. Mylinh leaned forward and asked, "So, how was Saturday?"

Right to the heart of it. "What?" Fae replied feigning indifference as she scanned the messages, but her heart was in her throat. Logan could be such a doofus about social relationships. What had he said this morning? Mylinh loved office gossip, and Logan's activities were always a hot item.

Mylinh leaned closer and spoke in a stage whisper. "Is it true Logan broke up with Priscilla?"

"Ah, yes," she answered carefully. "I guess, anyway. You'd better ask him."

"Oh, I did." Mylinh rolled her eyes. "He wouldn't say a word, that's why I figure another one bit the dust."

Fae almost laughed with relief. "Well, from what I saw, Priscilla decided to go another way."

"Kind of awkward for you, huh?"

"Oh, yeah," Fae agreed. But not near as awkward as working with Logan today, she thought.

The lab was just a small room set aside for their equipment. Logan had a work bench covering the far wall where assembled and tested their sensors. There were several computers sitting around, but most were outmoded and only useful if they needed to access older files or communicate with dated equipment. Logan was bent over at his bench intent on a new piece of equipment Burbridge had sent them to increase the resolution of infrared spectral lines.

Fae sat down on at her computer and logged in. Just as her email window opened, she heard Logan cheery greeting, "Hey, Fae Fie Fo Fum, how are you today?"

She looked around to see him smiling at her from where he sat. "Hey, yourself," she replied with a smile.

He held up something from the bench in front of him. "The new high-dispersion sensor chip from IR Systems came in this morning, and I've got it mounted into the Q-5 array. We should be ready for a test run tomorrow night. I want to get the calibration done in time for our observing slot in May so we can lock the detection down tight."

From Logan's reply, it was obvious they were not going to have a long, serious discussion about their little "indiscretion" last weekend. What had it meant? How had Logan felt about it? How did she feel about it? Fae wanted to talk about it, but at the same time she was frightened by what the answers might mean. She got up and walked to the back of the lab where she pulled out a stool and sat down beside him.

"Logan, I really think we should talk." He looked puzzled, so she said, "About last weekend."

He looked away and his face colored. "Oh, I... Ah..."

Fae sighed to herself. Getting Logan to talk about... about their... Oh, damn, she thought. Finally she blurted out, "I just want to say I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Logan looked at her confused. "Why should you be sorry? It was me, who... Well..."

They both looked at each other and the silence grew. Fae wanted to tell him how frightened she was of the feelings she had, of her fear of heartbreak, of the calamity of her thinking she could have a romance. But this was Logan, her perfect research partner. They were a team that could tease the secrets of the universe from just a few photons of light, but they could not talk about something so personal as what had happened between them.

Crap. She was at least as big a nerd as he was. At last Fae just said, "Okay, maybe we can't talk about it. Maybe we should try to forget what happened and get on with our work. Can we do that?"

Logan's sighed audibly with relief. "Yeah," he grinned. "I can do that. We don't want to spoil a good thing, do we?" He patted her hand and turned back to the detector he calibrating.

Fae went back to her computer. She pulled up two data files and tried to set up a power series analysis of the spectral changes between the transit and non-transit runs. She tried, but she could not keep her mind on what she was doing. She could still the touch of Logan's hand on hers when he had tried to be reassurring.

#

"Still nothing, huh?" Logan paused to take another bite of his second helping of spaghetti. Thursday night was spaghetti night at Fae's apartment. She cooked from scratch, and it was one recipe she could do well. Logan went into raptures over her spaghetti, but left on his own, he would happily eat the canned variety. Logan, for his part, brought the wine, and this evening he had found a particularly good, full-bodied syrah that was almost peppery in its aftertaste. Spaghetti night was a habit they had fallen into over the years they had worked together, and they used it as a working session to collect what they had done in the past week and plan for the next.

Fae finished her supper, but Logan wentback for his usual second helping. She sat sipping her wine while he finished. "No," she sighed. "I ran another six data sets, but I only saw one little wiggle near the methane line we found in 412b, and that didn't hit our significance criteria."

"Time to change our criteria, huh?" he chuckled. Then he looked serious. "I thought that new high-resolution photometer would give us better results." He had finished his food, so he took his plate to the sink, rinsed it, and stuck it in the dishwasher. If nothing else, Logan was housebroken.

"Maybe the lines just aren't there," she said.

"They should be, darn it," Logan said. "We selected for the mass/density combinations which should have detectable signatures." He came back to the table and casually rested a hand on her shoulder. "Let's go take one more look. The more I think about it, maybe if we make another pass through the data with a lower criterion, it might give us an indication if there is a signal. If that's the case, maybe what we need is even more resolution..."

Unable to help herself, Fae reached up and put her hand on his. She leaned over and rested her head lightly against his arm. Ever since that night two weeks ago, she could not stop thinking about Logan—and making... love.

He sensed her mood and put his other hand on her shoulder and quietly said, "Fae, we've never talked about..." he paused. She knew what he was going to say, and didn't want to think about it. Every time she thought about that night it was a dagger in her heart. It should not have happened. It made everything too difficult. Logan sighed. Evidently he found it difficult to talk about as well. "Look, grab your wine, and let's decide what direction we are going to take this."

Her heart pounded. Was he talking about their date analysis or their data analysis? To her relief, Logan picked up the binder with the data report she had printed out this afternoon along with his wine glass. They moved over to the couch where Logan pulled the coffee table closer and put the binder down in front of them. He found the section with the results from 412b and flipped it open. "Now the way I figure it..."

The lights went out.

Everything was black for a minute until Fae's eyes adjust enough to see a trace of moon light shining faintly through the window. They sat there in silence for a short time until Logan said, "What the heck?"

Fae said, "I know I paid the light bill."

Logan laughed and went to the window to look out. "Looks like more than just your lights. I don't see a speck of light in this whole part of the city." He carefully groped his way back to the couch and sat down beside her.

There were no fairy lights this time, but suddenly she was in his arms. He held her tightly and whispered in her ear, "I've wanted this ever since that night." Fae had wanted exactly the same thing, and now that she was in his embrace, her heart beat heavily in her chest. His hands stroked her back, and she snuggled deeper into his embrace. Her right hand was free and rested on his leg. She shifted it upwards and found the bulge in the front of his pants.

"Oh," he gasped, "that's nice." The bulge got larger and more defined.

Now that her prurient interests were aroused, Fae decided to satisfy her curiosity about Logan's penis. She had caught a glimpse of it the night they made love up in the mountains, but she wanted to know what it looked like. Well, in the dark she would make do with what she could feel. She was clumsy, but with a few snaps, zips, and tugs, her hand found what she was seeking—Logan's large, stiff cock.

For a time she stroked and petted his member. When she used her hand to slide the loose skin up and down the shaft, Logan groaned, and there was an answering quiver in her loins. This cock had been inside of her, and it had made her cum. Now she pulled his cock up and bent down to take it in her mouth. Its warm, turgid length slipped between her lips and she caressed it again, this time with her tongue. There was no flavor, just a warm, musky aroma that reminded her of...sex.

She loved having the center of Logan's carnal life in her mouth, and she explored his cock with her tongue. The soft, smooth helmet at the top fascinated her, and she swirled her tongue around it tracing the ridge at the edge. He gasped when she licked at the V-shaped notch on the underside. Or was it the underside now that his whole organ was standing so rigidly upright in her mouth? Stop it, she chided herself. This was not the time for analytics. With tension building between her own legs, she rubbed the rough upper surface of her tongue across the spot vigorously, and his cock flexed in her mouth.

Satisfied that she had figured out how to make Logan cum at will, she backed off a little and slid more of his cock into her mouth. However, she did not get very far before he pulled her up away from her new toy. "Come on," he said. "Let's go to the bedroom."

The bedroom. That was like more serious sex than just a blow job on the sofa. She hesitated, and Logan swept her up off her feet. Carefully he made he his way through the darkened room towards her bedroom with her in his arms. She had heard of women getting swept off their feet, and now she thrilled at knowing the same thing had just happened to her. She had had thoughts and reservations about what had happened before, but now that she was in Logan's arms, none of that mattered. Not at the moment, anyway. She determinedly put all negative thoughts out of her head and just savored the sensuous anticipation of what was to come.

He laid her gently on the bed and started unbuttoning her blouse, but in the dark he fumbled. "Here," she said, "let me." After the first couple of buttons came free, she realized he was just standing there waiting. "Come on. You too," she said. As she worked her own clothing free, she heard the rustle as Logan shed his clothing as well. The bed sagged beside her, and he gathered her back into his arms.

Now they were both naked, and Fae reveled in the skin to skin contact as they folded themselves together and lay back on the bed. She stroked her hand down Logan's broad back feeling the ripples of muscle and bone beneath the skin. He stroked her in return, and she enjoyed the feelings it gave her. The last time they had been together, she had been so swept away there had been no chance to savor the experience. Now she wanted to experiment, to touch and be touched. Everything was new...and wonderful.

He ran his hands across her chest, and Fae's nipples were stiff as his hand brushed across them. "Mmm," she said. "Do that again." Logan stroked her breasts again, pinching and tugging at her nipples for good measure. She sighed with pleasure and groped down to where his stiffness pushed against her leg. She took him in her hand and squeezed, and he groaned in response.

Fae had heard other women talk about how long it took for their man to get them aroused, but tonight Fae could not understand that observation. She was on fire, and her pussy pulsed with need. She tugged at Logan's cock and spread her legs invitingly. He rolled on top of her and entered her slickness effortlessly. Shutting out all thoughts of what a mistake it was to fuck your research partner, she just responded as a woman.

Logan was evidently as aroused as she was because he immediately started making full strokes burying himself deeply inside her. He propped himself up on his elbows and squeezed her nipples again. It was like a bolt of lightning to her loins, and she bucked up hard against him as her orgasm tore loose inside her. Her spasms matched his spasms.

For a long, breathless moment after they both were spent, Logan lay there without moving. She was dazed by the intensity of the experience, and when Logan rolled off her, she snuggled happily within his arms. She thought of warm, wonderful things she wanted to say, but he thoughts wandered off to other things as she relaxed in the afterglow.