TFAM - The Magic Touch Ch. 06

I kept my torment of her breasts up while I enjoyed the show of the two women engaged in a tongue wrestling match that made me wonder how they could be breathing. The music had changed to a more synthetic heavy industrial kind of electronica at this point, and it was of such a high volume that anything lower than a scream would be drowned out. I was not really interested in the music so much at this point... I had much better entertainment literally at my fingertips!

I could feel that Candy was just loving all the attention being paid to her and she was barreling towards a massive climax. I began to really amp up the intensity of her pleasure by touching the fireflies that I could now see within her. At first, I had just thought that it was the weird laser lights playing tricks on my eyes, but I soon realized that Candy's fireflies were now visible to me. Just as Sheila's had been right before she had cum. That was a slightly sobering thought and so, I made sure to just barely brush along one of the outermost fireflies within her.

The moment that I made contact with Candy's fireflies, I saw a brilliant light show within her that seemed to leave afterimages in my vision. It was like when you over-expose film in a camera by leaving the shutter open in a dark room and waving a sparkler around in an intricate pattern. The image of a trail of light blurring through the air was rather reminiscent of this effect under her skin. The effect was amazingly detailed, and it seemed to last for quite a while afterwards. As soon as my fingers broke contact with Candy's firefly, the image began to fade away.

Candy shuddered through a rather intense orgasm and the girl that was with us seemed to also respond in a smaller way. Maybe it was just the sight of seeing a beauty that you were currently fingering cum hard from your efforts and that of her boyfriend. Maybe she was also slightly affected by my powers. Perhaps it was something else altogether. Either way, both girls seemed to momentarily have trouble standing steadily, so I reached around both of them in a sort of bear hug and steadied them both until they recovered.

The girl looked up at me slightly relieved and rather more keyed up and ready to take this somewhere private. Candy leveled a predatory glare at me as though she was just barely holding herself back from eating me alive with the girl being something of an hors d'oeurve. I was beginning to contemplate how best to bring the subject up when another girl came up to us. She was apparently the friend of our new companion, and she had been watching the whole proceeding.

While normally, I might have been overjoyed at the potential of having an additional member to this wonderful group, it was clear that this 'friend' did not like what she was seeing at all. I could see from her stormy expression that this 'friend' fully intended to make some kind of scene. So, I did the only thing that I could think of at the time, I began to steer the girls off of the dance floor and to a table. I was hoping that this would allow us some privacy to settle whatever this 'friend's' problem might be.

It turned out that Megan (the 'friend') was absolutely infuriated that her bestie Natalie was seemingly getting attention when she was supposed to be the hot one. It seemed that Megan had struck out with some of the other male patrons whilst Natalie was dancing with us. And as any good abusive 'friend' would, Megan just had to make sure that everyone else had just as bad of a night as she did.

So, when I started to steer the girls towards a table, Megan interpreted my actions as an attempted retreat. And why would someone that had nothing to hide want to retreat when a concerned 'friend' was coming to retrieve their wing maid? It was obvious to Megan that we must have done something to Natalie, and that was why we looked like we wanted to hide. I mean, come on! Who would want to rub up on Natalie except some weirdo creep? Probably already had the hispanic woman drugged as well!

Megan was oh so diplomatic in her opening line of questioning as well. She began with a drunken, "Where do ya thing yur goin' with ma gurl? Nat! NAT! COME 'EER! Whachu do ta her creep?" As Megan batted her hand at me I instinctively raised my forearm to deflect her incoming hand. As soon as our hands touched, two things happened at once. A momentary spark of my frustration jumped through the contact into Megan, and the shriek that she had intended to fake in order to claim violence, turned into a very real shriek of fear.

It was clear that she had 'felt' something in that brief exchange. I had not intended for anything to happen, but I was definitely buzzed by that point and my concentration was pretty much shot. It was probably bound to happen that I would let something slip in my inebriated state. I had figured that it would just ensure that Candy and I had more wonderful sex. Instead, this event was like throwing cold water on the entire evening. And it seemed that Natalie was now caught in the very awkward silence that followed.

It was obvious to all three of us that I had not done anything to hurt or even threaten Megan. But now Natalie was kind of forced to pick a side in the ensuing altercation. Should she back her 'friend' that had obviously faked some kind of injury and was now blowing things way out of proportion? Or should she try to defend us? Two strangers that she had a very enjoyably sexual dance with tonight?

So, when Megan really began to start screaming at the top of her lungs that I had somehow drugged Natalie and was trying to abduct her as well, it was easy to see that Natalie was torn between loyalty to a 'friend' and reason. It was almost a relief when the bar tender came up to us and politely asked us to leave. Thankfully, Natalie disputed Megan's claims that she had been drugged or that anyone had hit Megan. But it was clear that the fun was over for tonight.

With the enjoyable mood of the evening crushed, Candy and I decided to just go to the job site and pick up our stuff. We didn't really have any problems with getting our tools. Like I said before, the foreman was a good-ole boy. He knew that things happened and he was cordial as we explained our new marital situation as well as the need for me to settle affairs with my family. He even went so far as to give us his best wishes on our future.

With our final obligations finished, we both went back to the house. Neither of us really felt in the mood for anything adventurous or sexual at that point. Plus, I have always been the sleepy kind when it came to drinking. So, we showered and then snuggled into the bed together. It was a sweet kind of intimacy that we had not shared previously. All of the times that we had passed out from energetic sex were just that, passing out. This was much more domestic and meaningful. To fall asleep holding each other.

We woke early the next morning to the sound of my alarm. I had planned for us to spend most of the day driving back to my home. So, naturally, I had wanted to get an early start to avoid the morning rush hour in Savannah. Trust me, if you are ever in Savannah, make plans to leave early or you will regret it!

And luckily we made pretty good time on the drive. We had planned to have Mags meet us at the rental agency when we returned the SUV, so we didn't want to dilly-dally. It was actually a pleasant experience while we were driving to just talk and share weird stories and facts about each other. Funnily enough, Candy hates shellfish. Lobsters just creep her out and there is apparently absolutely nothing anyone can say to convince her that any part of it should touch her mouth!

Either way, we were in high spirits while we drove. I had the radio playing low in the SUV to help keep me alert when the conversation lulled. But that was how we started to hear all of the news about airports closing and all of the panic that was mounting in the country. The first thing I did was try to call Cecilia to make sure that she knew and that we had sufficient supplies. That failed as the line was busy at the time. So I tried Mags next. She picked up immediately and assured me that Cecilia had already had her run into town and stock up on supplies.

She told me that apparently Auntie C must have seen this coming, because she had been on and off the phone in the house all day yesterday and into today. Making calls to all sorts of people that she apparently knew to warn them. She had told Maggie all of the things that she should stock up on to help us prepare for the coming lock-down. Little did we know that this was just a sign of much worse things to come.

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay everyone. I have a couple of announcements. Firstly, I now have a new editor! Work has begun on revising the first chapters. I am hoping to be able to post those as soon as possible. So please keep an eye out!

Secondly, I just recently got a MAJOR promotion at work and as such, I have a lot of new responsibilities! So, for now, my writing will continue, but at a much slower pace. Please check back frequently to see new chapters as they emerge! You guys have been very supportive and helpful and I truly appreciate that! Your comments and votes have shown me how much you enjoy what I have done and spur me on to continue! So, thank you!