North East Fae Ch. 03 Pt. 01

My apologies for the delay in producing this effort. Chapter 3 will be split into three parts, two are written and the third will be shortly. As a non-writer but a builder of large buildings, my writing expertise tends towards contracts and business letters. As a sculptor my work is with my hands, mind and imagination. As a C-grade student in HS and later University, I squeaked by in English. So, I would like to thank the efforts of my beautiful anonymous editor for her patience, imagery and inspiration. This effort is to entertain and sharpen an ability I did not know I had.

Chapter 3

Drew woke later in the morning, tired beyond belief. "What the fuck? Seriously, what the fuck!" he rolled over and literally fell out of bed. "Ow! Fuck." He screamed as he lay on the carpet next to his bed. He rolled over and slowly made it to his knees. He knee-walked to the bathroom door and used the handle to pull himself up and keep steady. After doing his business and deciding that taking a shower was way too dangerous, he made his way back to the bed and sat.

"What the fuck did I drink last night?" he thought. He played back all the things he did after getting off work. His walk to Steak and Main, his useless flirting with Ginny, nothing. There was nothing unusual. The walk home was a bit of aggravation, but he seemed to be too drunk to remember most of it. Something was nagging at the back of his mind. Just an itch, but an itch none-the-less.

He looked around trying to find his pants. "I must have kicked them under the bed," he thought. He slowly got on his hands and knees and swept his hand under the bed finding his belt. He pulled the pants out from underneath the bed and there sitting on top, was a wisp of lace with strands of black pearls. Drew landed on his ass as he held the sexy panties and raised them to his nose.

Cloudy visions and incomplete memories, triggered by her essence, swept through his mind. He passed out across his floor as the memories flooded back.

***

"It's been three months, three fucking months," he thought as he nursed the second glass of wine from his bottle. His favorite busty bartender, Ginny, had let him know it's cheaper to buy the damn bottle. So that became his habit as he obsessed over the apparition. He had confided in his friend, and he got a friendly pat on the back.

After friends finally got tired of the wild stories, and family became worried enough that his 84-year-old Mom called him every day, Drew went to see a psychologist. She was patient, inquired about his workload, lack of a love life, and then gave him a script for Ambien.

So, it went on day by day. He threw away the script and used wine as his self-medication.

***

He trudged through an early spring squall towards the Steak @ Main. He just pulled the Stetson down tighter to keep the errant spray out of his eyes.

"Three fucking months and twenty-four fucking days," Drew muttered. "I know it was real, I know it."

"This has got to stop," he thought to himself. He entered through the door and the old-school bell rang, reminding him of the other ghost in his past. "School bells! Fucking sweet sounding bells," he thought. He took his normal seat at the busy bar and was glad there was an open stool.

He glanced down the long bar and took in an enjoyable sight, Ginny, his favorite bartender, bent over in her normal yoga pants that were supposed to look like slacks. He enjoyed the visual with not a visible panty line and based on past discussions, he assumed she was commando. Her ass wiggled as she tried to pull more stock from the under-counter refrigerator.

Ginny was a woman with many curves, sugar-daddy bought DD tits, rounded hips of a woman entering her mid-30's and sweet tight clothes. She sure knew how to play the male ego and smaller head of every male in the bar though, plus twang a clit or two along the way. For some reason, she seemed to have a sweet spot for Drew. He may leer, and after a few drinks make a comment, but never exceptionally rude or condescending, never an overt pass.

"Drew, how are you doing?' Ginny asked. She had seriously started to worry about Drew and how withdrawn he had become. Plus, he used to be in once or twice a week but now it was almost every night.

When he did not respond right away, she asked him something that was bothering her, "I know you have been going through a lot since that 'incident' you had, but I must say that even through all of the stress, you seem to look younger. Is that possible?"

One of the local male barflies spouted out in a loud sarcastic voice, "He is just coloring his hair nowadays, trying to impress you Ginny!"

"Fuck you, you fat fuck!" Drew said trying to stand and almost falling over.

The Barfly just growled and started to rise.

"Stop! Both of you! Stop this now or I'll throw you both out of here!" The barfly settled back down and stared at his drink.

Ginny came over to the slumped over Drew and asked, "Are you going to be ok?"

"Drunk and going home," he slurred sadly. He knew he had to pass by the church, where it all began, but he had no choice.

***

Six months after what Drew thought was his psychotic episode, he sat back at his usual place at the bar, enjoying his usual glass of his usual wine. It had taken him a whole six months to know that whatever happened, while lifelike and seemingly real, was his imagination. The episode must have been something erupting from his past, or so the shrinks had convinced him. And yes, he had been back taking his Prozac...just quit since he was now "cured".

He had stopped taking the Ambien and only came to Steak @Main once a week. Here he was sitting alone, enjoying the different social feeds on his phone, just enjoying the night. He noticed a quieting of the crowd and then he felt a presence. He felt her breath by his ear.

"Hello me Boyo. It's good to see you," she whispered in his ear.

He knew it was the Apparition, deep in his soul. But, the logical part of his brain, said it's only a delusion, his delusion.

"You're not real, not real," he mumbled. "Go the fuck away." He put his forehead at the edge of the bar.

"Oye, don't be that way, me Boyo," she bent and whispered again.

He was going to tell her to go away again, when he raised his head and saw the whole bar frozen in place staring behind him. He turned the stool and was looking directly at the most beautiful woman he had seen, again.

He staggered off the stool and turned fully to face her. She reached out her hand and stroked his cheek. He staggered as an invisible energy flowed between them. Memories came flooding back with a vengeance. He staggered again and had to hold the barstool with both hands. The bar seat spun, and he landed on the floor, hard on his ass. No one in the bar moved to help him.

"Well, if I am going insane, at least the whole bar is in it with me," he thought. Drew looked around from his very firm seat on the floor, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Everyone was looking at the striking woman standing over Drew with her hands on her hips, smirk on her face and her beautiful long flowing hair seeming to move under its own volition, again. At least this time she was wearing clothes.

She cut an impressive figure standing in her thigh high boots, stockings, pencil skirt, just a tad shorter than would be office acceptable, a button up blouse, stylish scarf, and a longish blazer that seems to accent both her bust and ass.

She held out her hand to help Drew, but he waved it off mumbling something about "had enough of that before."

Someone from deep in the bar yelled out, "If that's what his insanity looks like, I gotta get me some of that."

He leveraged himself off the floor and stood just staring. "You ARE real?" he stated somewhat questioningly.

"Of course, I am, me boyo. Just had some business to take care of the last couple of weeks," she stopped and smiled. "Did you miss me?"

"Miss you? Miss you?!" he stated exasperated.

About this time, Ginny came around the bar to stand next to a hyperventilating Drew. She grabbed his wine from the bar and handed it to Drew, he gulped it down trying to calm himself.

Ginny stood measuring up the new female competition at the bar. She stuck out a hand and said, "Ginny, and you are?"

The apparition, smiled at the new development, looked at Drew and said, "A friend," with a nod towards Drew, and no hand offered.

"Just here to gather him up and take him out- on- the- town," she said with the lilt of edgy Irish brogue.

Ginny smiled the biggest fake smile she had, and replied, "This is out-on-the-town, around here," with an air of finality. The whole bar was silent with everyone watching the conversation like a tennis match.

"Oh lassie, we just got off on the wrong foot here," the Apparition said softly, and then she held out her hand.

Before Drew could shout out a warning, Ginny stepped forward and took the offered hand. Immediately all the tenseness in Ginny's shoulders was released. Drew could see the energy flowing between the two, just a soft purple glow. He shifted his eyes and no one else was focused on the purple glow, just the two beautiful women staring at each other. It seems that only he could see the controlling life force that flowed from the apparition...only he could see it.

Smiles grew on both women's faces, "So, are we best of friends now, my beautiful lassie?"

"Oh, I am sure we will get along just fine," Ginny seemed to lose her train of thought, as she continued to hold the Apparition's hand, "I do want to get to know you better, you are just so...intriguing."

The Apparition leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "Well, why not join Drew and I for a late night-cap at his place when you get off work?" she smiled at Ginny, "You know where he lives don't you?"

Ginny seemed to hesitate, but then as more energy flowed between them, Ginny's smile returned and she nodded her head and whispered back, "Oh yes, across from the old cemetery and a nightcap with you sounds like fun."

"Oh, it will be my beauty. It will be," she said with a smile.

"Come along Drew, we have places to go before we have a nightcap." She smiled as she grabbed Drew's collar and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

***

They trudged along Main Street, her with her blazer whipping in the evening breeze and the edges of her short skirt edging up enough to show the tops of her thigh highs. "Shit," Drew thought, he could see the stocking tops, just another inch or so and he would see the edges of her lovely butt cheeks.

"So, me Drew, what do you remember about our time together?" she asked with honest curiosity.

"Mostly shadows and dreams," he said and then paused, "When I first woke up, I couldn't remember anything. Then I found your black pearl panties and smelled you on them. Things went a bit crazy and my mind seemed to flood with erotic images of you and us. There were some amazing images of great sex and then it all went black. When I re-awoke on the floor, the panties were gone, and all I remember are vague dream-like images."

"Oye, yes, I am slipping in my old age. Forgot my favorite panties in my hurry to leave. Found you twitching on the floor. I tried to take it all away again, but your Fae blood seems to be stronger than I first thought," she said softly. "You should not have remembered or remember now...anything."

Drew stopped in his tracks and got a bit indignant, "Fae blood, wiping my mind, I spent the last six fucking months thinking I was insane. And now you traipse back in my life, light up the bar with your presence and invite Ginny over for a 'Nightcap'?" he said with growing octaves, "I don't even know your fucking name!" he turned to leave, "I am going back to the bar, now that everyone knows you are real."

"Stop, me poor boyo, no one in the bar remembers me from tonight, not as soon as we walked out," she said putting her hand on his shoulder.

"What about Ginny? Has she forgotten about the nightcap?" he asked looking over his shoulder, reluctant to give up the thought of going back to the bar.

"No, she remembers you asking her to come by and visit. She knows she wants to, doesn't know why, but she will be there and enjoy us sharing her. But first, I want first dibs on that tongue of yours all over me like last time, and I want you to cum deep in me and feed me, me Boyo."

"At least give me your name, I hate calling you the 'Apparition'," Drew requested.

"Ah, an Apparition, hmmm, I have been called worse," she smiled. "I told you that names carry power for the Fae, but I'll tell you a name from my past. I used this name when living purely in the human world, 'Priscilla'. You can call me Priss, for now.

We will have a long talk about that name by the end of the night, it's why I vanished from your life for a bit."

"Fine, Priss, whatever." Drew responded with head down, as they finished the final leg to Drew's apartment.

***

They entered Drews apartment and made themselves comfortable. Drew removed his coat and threw it on the parsons' bench by the door. Without looking back, he trudged to the first-floor bathroom.

He spent longer than usual staring at his reflection in the mirror. He needed to look into his own eyes to know if this was just another psychotic episode, or if this was somehow real. He could still feel her kiss on his lips from the bar. He could smell her on his hands. But all of this could just be his mind fucking with him after six months of drugs and doctors telling him it's some long-lost mommy issue.

He exited the bathroom and walked back to his living room, only to freeze in place. The scene before him was some erotic set placement or his mind was really fucking with him.

Drew found Priss wrapped in a huge white robe, stockinged feet sticking out the bottom, reclined back on the couch. All he could think to say was, "You're naked?"

"Of course, well except for this very warm robe, thank the gods," Priss stated, "How I hate to wear all those clothes, just because of a bunch of prudes."

Drew's brain finally engaged, and he started gaping at the scene around him. The living room was transformed into a sensual, romantic playground. The lights were out, and a log burned in the fireplace. Candles were lit in various portions of the room and a bottle of wine was opened with two glasses already poured. The light from the burning log reflected through the wine in the glasses and made it look like the glasses were dancing to some unknown tune. Soft music played in the background from a collection and artist he did not recognize.

Priss was laid back on the corner of the couch still curled in her large white robe, her stockinged feet curled under her. "Come sit with me, me Drew," she said softly while patting the sofa next to her.

Even if he had not wanted her, he was drawn. She slowly untied her sash, and as he approached, she opened the robe to show her sexy naked body.

As the robe opened, Drew stared hopelessly at her unflawed body. She was the epitome of a man's fantasy, all feminine curves with sculpted muscle underneath. Her long hair was intertwined with the couch pillows she had piled behind her. The hair seemed to move and caress the pillows, stroking them like it would caress a lover. He became trapped in her eyes, so beautiful and with such lust and fire behind them.

His eyes traveled down her sculpted neck to the valley between her large breasts. She was holding a wine glass between them and it seemed to be just the perfect place for it to rest. Her large nipples, pierced with golden circles, topped by red gems, seemed to call out to him to suckle and tease. He traveled down to her stomach, all soft curves, something he would love to sculpt one day.

Her long legs stretched out and slowly spread. The only clothing, she wore were black thigh high sheer stockings and her favorite black pearl panties. Her sexy show of spreading her legs showed the engorged lips of her very moist and lovely smooth pussy kissing the strands of pearls attached to her panties. Her stocking tops, strands of pearls and her swollen wet pussy, pulled Drew's eyes and soul.

"God, you are beautiful," he said in almost a whisper.

"Aww, thank you, me boyo. Come sit now and kiss me."

Drew was drawn to her. He could not stop if he wanted to. He leaned over as she tilted her head back and gave her a soft kiss. It was electrifying.

"How do you do that?" Drew questioned. She looked back at him with the most 'how stupid are you look.'

"Magic," he said, and he knew it was real.

End of Chapter 3, part 1