Theo Pt. 02

So, yeah, I jacked off, okay? Sue me. I was committed to not waking her up, but I would have had to have been the most asexual man on earth to walk away from this sight without cumming. It was just absolutely breathtaking, knowing that this being, this pale, sensuous form was pleasuring itself because I'd offered to it the feeling that I was there. Her moans barely escaping her lips, the sweat still across her brow, she seemed to suck in the heat from the room, to take in all of the light. I couldn't look away.

A better man would have by now long since remembered the implications of being in a stranger's house, jacking off over someone's sleeping half naked body, but it wasn't until a minute of me stroking myself and thoroughly enjoying the sight of her rubbing her sex more and more urgently that I remembered I was actually in the real world.

This would probably have meant more to me, but the instant after I'd realized this what also came to mind was the moment, last night, when I'd promised Stella in that deep, layered, terrifying voice that nobody would hear or see us. I idly reflected, as I jerked off, that it was entirely possible, if not downright likely, that nobody had walked past and noticed our huddled forms and that that same barrier was probably still in place.

Probably.

It was a risk, but either I was too horny or too confident in my amateurish pseudo-explanation of the effects of my power to care, probably both, and I increased the speed of my strokes. As I did, she also began bucking her hips on her hand faster, and I thought I saw her change the position of her hand so a wider surface area was covering her pussy. I realized, in that moment of mutual masturbation, that so focused was I on her slumbering sexual enjoyment that, completely fixated, I'd again forged some sort of link between us.

It was from a different angle than before. Whereas before my consciousness had been descending into different degrees of awareness of her own consciousness, here, it was as if the sexual desire that was overtaking me was emanating from me subconsciously and affecting her. This made my cock grow even harder, knowing that to some extent, what I did, she felt. I later realized that, in a very loose sense of the word, we had been essentially fucking each other.

I was losing myself to the pleasure, not just of jacking off but of seeing her writhing on the bed slightly, and of hearing her moans increase in volume and frequency until they formed a continuous mumbled "Ohhhhhhhh, Theooooooooooo, Yesss...Yesss...Yessss, Fuuuuck" and I knew she was going to cum.

Suddenly, several things occurred to me in an incredibly fast period of time: I was going to cum too, she would most likely wake up from her orgasm, and, most importantly, I wanted to fuck her.

I wanted to fuck her more than anything - the feeling was so overwhelming, so pervasive within every one of my thoughts and in every cell of my body to the point that I could have sworn I'd just stumbled across the singular purpose for my existence.

I don't know if it was the sexual connection we'd forged by our simultaneous masturbation, or if I was becoming more familiar with her, or maybe I just really fucking wanted this to happen, but as we both approached our synchronized climax, the urge to fuck her completely overcame almost all my inhibitions.

No, I didn't walk up and shove my dick into her. I'm not that horrible of a person, I think.

Instead, I launched myself full-speed into her dream, but, and this was deliberate (give me some credit here - these are fast decisions I had to make) I left enough of my being behind, one or two percent maybe, to prevent me from falling down and hitting my head on something. It was a split second decision that happened more reflexively than anything because, in that moment, I was entirely focused on the imminence of feeling her orgasm around my cock.

I know I'd just said how sick I was of jumping between modes of consciousness. I know. So goes the life of any man who feels sexual desire - his most prized values and goals may crumble before his eyes in the name of a quick ejaculation.

I was different though. I had motherfucking powers, and I was just beginning to learn how to use them. I wouldn't fuck a sleeping beauty but my god would I get in her head.

Ch. 13: The Eagle, Inhaled

I flew through the layers of her dream, past the muffled, hard to decipher noises and approximations until the world became more and more clear and sharp. As it all came into focus I realized that I was literally flying toward the ground from the sky, I passed through a cloud and saw that she was on a bed, in a clearing in the forest.

Lying on her back, one hand clenching her breast tightly, pinching a nipple, she was gasping for air as her other hand rapidly slipped in and out of her pussy. Her moans lit up the entire glade, and, her high pitched cries piercing the air that rushed past me, I realized I wasn't going to make it in time. The entire world seemed to be on the brink of explosion, the trees, like something out of a Dr. Seuss book, were fluffing up and down, the ground beneath the mattress she laid upon rippled as if it were water, the air was hot and smelled strongly of her.

Planetary mimicry of dream sex? No fucking way was I going to miss being a part of this.

I sped myself up, folding my arms in to become as aerodynamic as possible - which, oddly enough, worked. The sheer logic of it was in stark contrast to the absolute insanity of the situation I was in as I dropped like a bullet. It may have been my powers or maybe it was the dream, but I felt so like a bird of prey, so like an eagle that my eyesight showed me her face far below, a face verging on the brink of release, her lips spread wide in an "O" I recognized and needed to kiss. I knew I only had one shot at this as I split the air (shit, I had clothes - with half a thought they flew off me) and fell.

With a thunderous impact I crashed into the glade, mounted directly on top of her, my hands to either side of her head and my legs on the mattress spreading open her thighs. In a single, beautiful, magical instant: our eyes met - hers, shocked, adoring, mine probably on fire - the ground beneath us gave a tremendous heave, and I brought my rock hard cock to her pussy and pushed it all the way until her labia kissed my pubic bone.

We came instantaneously.

It was the most epic orgasm I had ever had. The sheer sensation of it, amplified by the dream, by the entire world encouraging our gyrating bodies in the throes of such passionate release, the ground beneath us shaking as we shook in each other., as her hips bucked and pressed into me and I thrusted spastically right back. Stella's eyes rolled in their sockets and my own eyes clenched as my entire body tensed, and as we were carried forth by our simultaneous orgasms it was as if two furious tsunamis had collided, and we lived that cathartic climax for a period of time that could have been an eternity for all I knew.

Hot spurts of my cum jettisoned into her over, and over, and over again without ever seeming to decrease in intensity. Some of the tension in my body released and I managed to open my eyes to see her pinching and twisting her nipple with one hand while sucking and biting down on a finger from her other hand, I was still cumming so deep inside of her, and I was able to bring a hand around her head and pull it close to me, we locked eyes and with an expression of unadulterated euphoria she, between shakes, stuttered:

"Oh-hhh-hhh Th-Thee-oooooohhh, Fuu-uuckkkkk, I-I'm St-Still C-Cummmingggg". I brought her head to mine while continuing to thrust hard into her pussy, her back angled in such a way that she would have needed to support herself, or to be a ballerina of some sort to achieve the position. But we were dreaming and these things were beneath us: I brought her lips to mine in a single, passionate kiss as I continued to come over and over inside of her, when she suddenly brought her legs around me and clutched me tightly in that familiar way that felt so good.

I was thus robbed of my ability to thrust - she had taken it from me, and now made micro-thrusts of her own. Holy shit, this was amazing: I felt the tip of my dick caressed by her soft, wet walls in rapid, short circles caused by her undulating hips, the most surreal feeling, that neither of us could be said to have enough sanity or presence of mind to exist, that our bodies were joined maddeningly and existed only for each other.

And then, as we kept our lips together, as my spurts of cum gradually decreased in velocity, she gradually sucked in, taking away my breath, refusing to let me go. At the same time that this happened my dick was absorbed further into her pussy, I'd thought I was balls deep, no, I'd known I was, but in this dream that didn't matter because she was taking me for everything I had. Her dream. Her rules.

I was running out of oxygen. She was absorbing everything I had inside of me, breathing in all my air and I was powerless to stop her. My cock taken still deeper into her in smooth, wet pulses. I was beginning to see spots as I made eye contact with her and, then, all of a sudden, I saw the rage, the fury, the lust, the deep-set desire, the resentment. The ice. The fire. I understood.

This was her final retribution. She was showing me what it was like to be turned into nothing, to be treated like nothing. She was sucking out the last molecules of air I had in my lungs, breathing me in so deeply, my vision was beginning to darken, and still her pussy milked my cock, encouraging it deeper, pushing against it, and she had a hand on my neck and leaned back, bringing me into her and suddenly, as I fell to her body, to those perfect tits, I realized I had almost completely disappeared. What she'd brought to lay on top of her was essentially weightless. I had almost entirely vanished.

And then, an instant before my complete dissolution, our lips still locked, she breathed back into me. My lungs inflated with my being and sent it through its capillaries into the rest of my body which too swelled with life. My heart started beating faster than it ever has, my life force returned to me in a rush of vibrant tingling energy. My vision, previously almost reduced to empty darkness, returned in a Cambrian explosion of color, and the first, most beautiful color of all the brilliant ones I could see was the blue of Stella's eyes.

It was as that galactic blue seemed to travel from the pools from which it shone and enveloped my entire vision that suddenly the spell was broken by her wild, untamed smile.

"Now," she said between breaths, "we're even."

The world had stopped shaking. It became progressively more ethereal, the bed we were on fading, the forest, the clearing, the sky from which I'd shot out, they all began to lose their distinct color and were reverting to a pure, exalting white which demanded observation. Stella and I both looked up, rising together, and, as wordlessly as before while walking back into the party from the alley, our hands met halfway. In this way, as my first night with powers finally came to an end around mid-morning, I walked into the rest of my life holding the hand of one who had shown me forgiveness in a way I had never before imagined possible, and the light was all-encompassing, and it touched her skin, and mine, and I felt myself slipping away but still she held tight.

I don't know if she ever realized the extent to which she saved me. It kills me that I will never be able to tell her.

Ch. 14: Awake

I returned to consciousness feeling much like a horse who had gone to sleep standing up, except I don't know if horses are as proficient as I apparently was in masturbating while asleep.

As Stella began to stir, I realized there was cum all over her body. Her shirt, her hair, her ass. The sofa too had received a generous portion of my seed and, while part of me wanted to immediately apologize, a bigger more humorous part got the better of the rest of me and I burst out laughing uncontrollably.

Stella groaned in a way similar to me when I am greeted by a return to consciousness, and stretched her arms and legs in a strikingly sultry, languid fashion, rolling onto her stomach, giving me a perfect view of the size of her big, toned butt. She raised her head and looked at me laughing between squinted eyes.

"Mmm...what are you laughing at...Shhh..."

It was all just too much. Everything. The entire night. The good, the bad. It had started with me waking up to Mia giving me coffee and ended with Stella waking up covered in my cum. In between I'd had enough dream sex to last me a few years. And, my god, how ridiculous had it become? I plummeted out of the sky and landed on her? That's beyond stupid, some real Michael Bay dream sex right there.

Stella still had no idea how much cum was on her as she propped herself up on her elbows and I saw her beautiful breasts decompress from being squished against the sofa, partly hanging, partly resting, hidden behind her bra and thin shirt.

My god. She was just, she was just fucking filthy in the best sense of the word. She looked used, her hair a complete mess, her gray shirt stained. And, have I mentioned how much I came on her?

A brief aside on hair: you are no doubt familiar with "sex hair", a phenomenon well deserving of its own title. It's an interesting one to me, however, because of its distinction from the similar chaotic arrangements produced by various other forms of exercise. The distinction is justified: there is something so unquestionably sexual in the placement - a curl extending too far outward, bangs strewn across the forehead, volume in places where there wasn't before. These are all a part of the bigger picture, but what is not so much a singular physical characteristic but a unifying quality is the deep intimacy revealed in such a slightly off presentation, as if hair could blush, or cast itself in shadow. Stella captured this perfectly, so sleepy in her demeanor, so unaware of the mess on her head: an open secret, and one I enjoyed immensely.

"What's so funny, Theo?"

"I just, you're...I'm sorry," I managed between laughs, doubled over with my hands on my knees, "you're just absolutely covered in cum. It's fucking everywhere."

At this, she looked around at the couch, at her body, and then at me, and I saw her awareness of the sensation of it all over her revealed in her eyes. It was a beautiful look, a mixture of horror, sheepishness, and sheer amazement.

"Was this..was this all you? Just now? Wait," she began to look more mortified and indignant than amused, "did you cum on me while I slept? What the fuck?" Uh oh. I had no idea how to play this.

"Uh, well, I mean, technically..."

"Technically you came all over me? What do you mean technically? Either you did or you didn't. What - are you some kind of pervert or something?"

"Wait, Stella, I'm sorry about that, really, but, do you not remember, you know..." I made vague hand gestures in the air. "The night? With the, the, I fell from above? Or, earlier, you were the sky?" This had the potential to be incredibly awkward. "The picnic?" I tossed out, smiling weakly.

Thankfully, she laughed and gave me a wolfish grin. "I'm just teasing you. I do. I remember." After uttering those words, her laugh faded, and she looked at me pensively. My own smile and stutters stopped as well. There wasn't much for me to do - she remembered, I remembered.

I'd been a horrible person. I'd hurt her. I'd tried to make it up to her. We'd sort of met halfway in our dreams and worked things out. Really though, the ball was in her court.

"Theo. You, I mean, did you..."

"Yeah." I could guess what she was saying. And even if I was wrong about her particular guess, odds are, I'd probably done what she was asking me anyway.

"Okay. Okay. Well. Hrm." She looked around at herself, then at her surroundings.

"Wait, shit, Theo, we're still at Declan's house. Oh fuck, everybody saw I'm sure, what were we thinking-" then with a start her eyebrows shot up and a faraway look appeared on her face. I stood there, pantsless and ashamed. She was going through the list of everything that had happened. She turned to look at me thoughtfully.

"You told me nobody would see or hear us," she said, her voice hoarse. It was not a question. I nodded.

"Were you telling the truth?"

"Stella...As far as I know, I wasn't really me in that moment." She raised an eyebrow but before she could speak I continued: "And that's not to, you know, not take responsibility for, well, you know. But, I'm pretty sure that nobody saw us. Pretty sure."

She tossed her head back and laughed a sardonic laugh reminiscent of Mia. An intrusive thought idly wondered what Mia would think of Stella, but I didn't pursue that line of thought right now.

"You're pretty sure. That's it."

Wait a second, I could check! I could totally check to see if I'd effected something about the area we'd slept in. I made a mental survey of the alcove, delineated by the curtain and the wall next to the sofa, and discovered a definite presence of some sort of repellent energy. Investigating its nature, it was pretty clearly designed to subtly stop anyone from even considering approaching the alcove, and made all sound emanating from it not register to anyone who heard it but those who were already inside.

"Actually, no. I'm positive. Nobody knows we're here. Or heard anything. So, yeah. Don't ask me how I know that."

"Theo, the amount of shit that has happened...I'm very clearly not asking you a lot of things right now."

"Yeah. Thanks, I think. I don't know how many answers I'd have anyways."

She brought her hand to her face but right before doing so she stopped and checked to ensure there was no cum on it. Shaking her head, she sighed and rolled her neck, looking up at me.

"Theo, I need to think. I need time. Probably a lot of it."

"Me too."

She sighed, standing up, and walked over to me. Most of the cum was on her back, out of sight, but just knowing that it was there added another degree of sexuality to what was already the most sultry, sexy approach I'd seen. She took off her shirt as she went and tossed it on the floor, shaking out her hair, then looked at me with an air of total confidence. However, I saw in her eyes, that underneath the steel was a fragile psyche projecting solidity for the sake of its own existence. I desperately wanted to make her feel safe but I wasn't sure what to do, or if that was even my place.

An inch in front of me. Her head at my chest level, looking up into my eyes. Her hands by her side. She was searching me for something, and I stood there, still, examined, the perpetrator, the aggressor, the freak. The man who deserved none of the redemption he'd been offered.

"But, I mean, I remember it all, I think." She sounded as if she was trying on the words she said, like shoes in a shoe store. Finding which pair fit right.

"And, well, you're an absolute asshole-"

"Yeah."

"Let me finish. You're a jerk, there is a part of you that is unquestionably terrible and filled with nothing but hate. But fuck, Theo, you fucking tried, didn't you?" She looked up at me with tears brimming in her eyes. I didn't have to scan her thoughts to know she wanted to hold me, to be held, to kiss the man who'd joined with her in the stars.

I knew what she was asking. She wasn't asking if I'd tried to redeem myself - she knew for a fact that I had: she'd felt me die over and over to put her back together when I'd transported myself into her eyes.

She was asking if I thought I was worth it.

If I thought my light was greater than the shadow it cast. She was asking about my future. I'm not trying to sound angsty and dramatic here - there was literally a power in me that had overtaken my will and then hurt her. I had no knowledge of how to control it. I wanted to protect her, to leave so I could never harm her again. And yet, she could be the only person I would be able to talk to about what happened to me, not to mention the fact that she was stunning and I felt oddly connected to her for having only known her since last night.