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Laresa's World Ch. 06: Christine

By: deathlynx



"Now there's something you don't see everyday." Christine squatted down, careful of the scattered junk in the alley. Her hand brushed aside some shredded paper spilling out of the priority mail box, tossed haphazardly into the dumpster. With each scrap moved, the gem showed more clearly. Careful of the grime, she reached out with both hands to cautiously pluck the little thing from the ground. As expected, some unidentifiable sludge clung insistently, forcing her to keep as little contact as she could while bringing it to eye level.

It was a ring! To judge by the design and large stone it was very old, possibly a family heirloom. But what would an heirloom be doing lying by the foot of a dumptser? Nervous, she stood. She couldn't help it, her innate curiosity demanded she look. Cautiously she leaned forward, peering into the dumpster. Nothing there but the usual city trash. She sighed, unaware she'd been holding her breath. There was no body unceremoniously left to rot in there. Unfortunately, that left the lesser mystery of where the ring came from.

Christine decided she could call the police when she got home and report finding the ring. Right now she was late for work. She wrapped the ring in a wad of tissue, that seemed destined to survive the frequent purges of the contents of her bag and dropped the whole thing into an outer pouch. There it would be safe from contaminating anything important should the protective tissue slip. She hurried down the alley, the smell of fried food growing with each step until it finally overcame the combined stench of rotting garbage, vomit and urine.

George stood by the doorway smoking a cigarette. He looked over at Christine and smiled, shaking his head. "Late again kiddo?" Her mouth quirked into an embarrassed smile as she nodded sheepishly. She was twenty three years old, only two years younger than the cook, but every time he called her 'kiddo' she felt like she was back in middle school with a crush on some college boy. "Don't worry. I don't think pops has noticed. Just slip straight into the bathroom to change and he'll just think he missed ya."

Christine nodded again and hurried through the door, hoping to remain unseen. Her heart was racing as she scurried towards the bathroom. It wasn't the fear of being caught coming in late, at worst Vasili would lecture her about 'when he was a kid at his first job', she simply couldn't believe George knew her routine. My Georgie actually noticed I have a routine? All right, she was honest enough to admit to herself, he's not really my Georgie. But I certainly wish he was. She slipped into the employees' bathroom, shutting the door safely behind her.

She looked into the mirror, taking a few deep, steadying, breaths. A boring face stared back at her. Her hair hung unimpressively, a dark blond or light brunette that seemed unable to decide its exact color. No matter what she, or any other stylist, tried no one had ever been able to breath much body into it without the entire thing frizzing like she'd stuck her hand in an electrical outlet. Her blue eyes were too bland, never 'shining like deep blue pools' or anything poetic like that. Her skin was too pale, her cheeks too pronounced and her chin too sharp.

She pulled her apron from the bag and something clattered to the floor. Confused she knelt down to find what could have fallen since she never kept anything but her apron in the outer compartment. Halfway under the counter sat the little bundle of tissue. Thoughts of George had swept aside all concerns of the strange little ring. Confronted once more with the object she picked it up realizing she could clean it off in the sink 

Standing too fast, Christine banged the back of her head on bottom of the counter. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes from the pain. Her hand moved to the back of her head instinctively, checking the level of damage. There didn't seem to be any blood, but there would be one hell of a bump soon. She concentrated on unwrapping the ring as the pain began to fade. Once clear of the tissue, all but a few strands clinging to the unknown stickiness, she upended the paper, letting the ring clatter into the sink. She turned on the hot water and let it run, hopefully sterilizing the object, while she put her apron on. Once dressed for work, she returned her attention to the ring.

Cautiously she prodded it. It didn't feel sticky anymore so she used one of the ubiquitous brown tri-fold paper towels to begin drying it. She worked gently at first, careful in case it turned out to be delicate. As dirt began to fall from the intricate detail-work, she scrubbed harder until the fabulous ornament shown in the flourescent lighting.

The door began to squeak open causing her to spin, her hands shifting behind her back. She didn't know what prompted her to hide the ring but, instinct insisted no one else should view the treasure yet. Vasili opened the door half way before he spotted Christine. "Ah, you are here." She never understood how the dear old man could have such a thick accent. He'd been born and raised only a few blocks away yet he spoke as if he, not his parents, had come over from Greece. "Anna's been having a fit that the dishes wouldn't get done today because she hadn't seen you. I go tell her you're here."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir." Her hands fidgeted behind her back. She couldn't bear to meet his eyes. He wasn't upset, the middle aged man was too gentle for that. It was the simple kindness in his expression that she couldn't meet. She felt guilty for taking advantage of the man by showing up late so often. Most of the time she was pretty sure he intentionally avoided noticing her absence just so this very scene could officially be played out.

The owner's head cocked to one side. "Chrissy! How many times I got to tell you? 'Vasili'!"

She flushed in embarrassment, unable to call her boss by name. Her entire body must have been flush since even her hand felt warm. "Probably many more sir." He rolled his eyes at her but left laughing. Her conscience pounded at her but it never seemed to help. No matter when she set her alarm, or left the house, something seemed to happen to delay her, like the ring had today.

"How may I be of service master?"

Christine's heart stopped as it tried to jump into her throat. She spun while trying to backpedal away from the woman's voice, the combination of maneuvers catching her feet and sending her sprawling to the floor. Her elbow crashed against the corner of the counter forcing a squeal of pain from her. The strangely dressed woman stood there, hands clasped in front of her loosely, with a concerned look on her face. There couldn't have been anyone in the bathroom. Could there? She stared dumbly up at the new woman searching for something to say. Finally her brain came up with something. "You new here?" Okay, maybe not the brightest thing to say but it was all she could come up with.

The woman's expression grew more confident studying everything about her. She looked around the bathroom quickly then returned to looking at Christine, her hand extended to help. "Yes. I've never been here before." Christine took the offered hand, pulling herself from the floor. She looked in the mirror sighing at her hair once more before lifting her arm to make sure she hadn't injured her elbow. It was red so there would be a bruise but at least it didn't look damaged. "How may I be of service?"

Confused, Christine turned to the woman. "I think you have the wrong person. You need to see Vasili if you've just started." She was beautiful to say the least. She was small, petite might be more suitable although there was nothing 'petite' about her hips or breasts, both very prominently emphasized by her strange outfit. She wore a very small vest that showed ample cleavage and seemed barely able to cover her chest. Her balloon pants were made out of a material so sheer it seemed only to color her very fit legs. Fortunately, for modesty's sake, her bikini underwear was a solid color rather than lace or some other sheer material. I wish I could be there to see what everyone thinks of her outfit!

The woman nodded, seemingly in response to something unseen. "No, you're my master, not Vasili, because you wear the ring."

Her hand came up seemingly of its own accord. Christine laughed slightly, human nature, you mention something and instinct tells you to look. She was wearing the ring she'd just finished cleaning. She realized she'd put it on, while her hands fidgeted behind her back, without even realizing it. "I don't understand? What does the ring have to do with anything?"

The woman sighed. Somehow her expression shifted slightly, giving Christine the impression of a schoolteacher explaining a very simple lesson to an obstinate child. "I am a genie. The ring is my home from which you have just summoned me."

"Yeah right." Christine turned back to the mirror. "Look, I gotta get out there. There's dishes to do and the owner's already upset." Well, technically Vasili was the owner but Anna was now his wife so that made her the owner, sort of. "I wish I didn't have to clean dishes for a living but, this place is close to my apartment and besides. . ." She stopped, realizing she had almost admitted her crush on George to a total stranger. Not just that but a potential rival if she was going to be working here. Not that it would be much of a rivalry. She couldn't help but feel inferior compared to the virtually shining form of the woman. She realized she hadn't finished her sentence. "Besides, there are other benefits to working here."

Christine washed her hands while she watched the beautiful woman in the mirror. There was a strange, almost triumphant, look in her eyes as she stared back from the mirror. Christine almost jumped when the woman grinned and winked. "Done!" That enigmatic declaration was more than Christine could stand. She hurriedly dried her hands on some paper towels and rushed from the room.

It was too hard to deal with such strangeness. She slid into the kitchen determined to use work to ignore the turmoil that was forming around her. Anna looked up from tasting the sauce. She never did trust George with that part of the cooking. Her eyes widened briefly on seeing Christine then narrowed. She handed George the spoon, who smiled that roguish lopsided smile at Christine. She blushed and started to turn away before realizing Anna was storming over.

"She didn't show up?" 

Christine just stared dumbly at the woman, unsure who she was talking about or why. 

"The new dish girl! Hasn't she shown up yet?"

"I was just about to start on them."

"What? You think we'd make our manager do dishes? Of course not." She put a friendly hand on Christine's shoulder. "Vasili hired someone when he gave you manager last week." She gave the shoulder a squeeze, turned and left the kitchen. Christine's day was getting weirder and weirder. She finally was forced to believe Anna's assertion when a mousy young woman politely asked her to move so she could get to the dishes.

Confused Christine staggered backwards out of the kitchen. She found a vacant booth near the still swinging door and sat. She took a deep breath, followed by another. They're playing a joke on me. It has to be. This must be Vasili's idea of punishment. The owner was too kind to dock wages for five minutes here and there, or even to confront her, but he'd probably set up this joke as a lesson. Or maybe a guilt trip. He certainly hadn't made her manager.

Someone brushed past her and began to settle into the seat across the booth. It was the strange woman from the bathroom. "Does it please you?"

Christine couldn't decide if the woman's smile was playful, triumphant or simply cocky. She gave up trying to decipher the expression. "Huh?" The woman certainly was no muse to inspire Christine to eloquence.

The woman's breasts bounced underneath her vest as she laughed. Somehow, without any fasteners whatsoever, the cleavage remained perfectly visible without the fabric shifting in the slightest. "How do you do that?" The woman laughed harder. Christine hated the way the woman's already luminescent face seemed to brighten with the simple release of joy. Comedy at my expense, no less.

The woman's eyes found Christine's, suddenly looking very hurt. Almost as quickly as the mirth appeared it vanished solemnly. "I'm sorry Master. I didn't mean to offend you." The worst part was Christine knew she was telling the truth. It was written across her face. "I was asking if your wish pleased you. Unfortunately, I do not quite understand what action you wish me to explain. If you would clarify the question I will try to answer in terms you understand."

Christine squirmed. She hadn't meant for the woman to become despondent, she just got upset with feeling like people were laughing at her, especially when she was already convinced Vasili was playing a joke on her. God! George could be in on it too! In there laughing at me?

"Master?"

The single word brought her back to the immediate problem. "Please stop calling me master. My name's Christine."

"Very well, Christine, I am Laresa. What was your question?" 

Christine had to think, running the conversation back in her mind. Suddenly she realized what the woman was referring to and began to laugh herself. "I asked how you do that with your vest. Your breasts don't fall out of it."

"Oh that! That's easy. Magic."

Christine began to laugh harder. "Yeah, it would have to be." She stopped laughing quickly, seeing Laresa's deadpan expression. She looked down at the woman's chest, back up to her honest eyes and back down to the chest. It rose and fell with her breath but the vest didn't move at all. Even with tape it should be shifting in time with her breathing. "You're serious aren't you?" Laresa smiled as she nodded vigorously. Christine leaned across the table, afraid to be heard by the patrons. "You really are a genie aren't you?" Another vigorous nod responded to the question.

Christine slumped back into the booth. Everyone knew genies were just a myth. This was the twenty first century after all and genies and magic rings just don't appear in an alley in Boston. "So, what, I get three wishes or something? And I'm sure there are rules like 'no wishing for more wishes'. There are always rules." And I just wasted a wish to make me manager.

Laresa smiled and nodded, apparently pleased Christine was finally taking the situation seriously. "You get as many wishes as you like provided you do not break the rules. Yes there are rules but most of my masters have been able to fulfill their needs and desires without breaking them. First..." Christine cut her off and leaned close motioning for her to keep it down. "I don't understand why? Oh, you are afraid someone will try to steal me from you."

"Uh, not exactly. Look, I don't know how long you've been in there," Christine was whispering as an example to the apparent genie, "but in the twenty-first century no one really believes in genies anymore. You're liable to get thrown into an insane asylum."

"Don't you believe in me?"

"Honestly? I'm not sure. You certainly seem to believe it and you're either using magic on that vest or you should be raking in millions as the world's best wardrobe designer."

Laresa smiled at that. Christine was glad, she knew her penchant for honesty sometimes got her into trouble for being too blunt but, it was who she was. "First rule," Christine was glad Laresa was finally whispering, "I cannot bring anyone back from the dead. I can heal people but once they die they are beyond my powers." Christine nodded and smiled as Robin Williams' voice flashed through her mind. "Second, I cannot make anyone fall in love, in fact I cannot forcibly change the emotions of others in general, although I can alter memories to a degree. Third, if you lie to me I shall disappear and the ring with me. Fourth, I cannot alter major historical events."

"One moment. How will I know if something's a 'major historical event'? I mean, ok I could understand a riot or war or something, but how will I know if the man dying on the street won't become the next Hitler if I ask you to heal him? Wouldn't that change history?"

Laresa looked taken aback. "You know? I have never considered that before. I do not know the answer for you as it has never occurred. I don't imagine I would disappear if you requested it but at the very least I assume my power would fail to work. With my previous master we helped a good number of people but my powers directed us to those in need so I suppose it could have been directing us away from major historical figures."

Christine nodded absently. She'd only been half listening after the preliminary answer as she pondered her hearts desire. The answer was easy, George. She wouldn't want Laresa to make him love her even if she could. That wasn't real. Christine wanted him to love her for who she was not because some magic said so. Suddenly an idea began to form. "Laresa, do you have much experience coaching people? I mean, there's this guy I like and want to ask out but I don't have much experience with dating. And he's way out'a my league really."

Laresa thought about it a moment and nodded. "I could help you with that. The simplest thing would be a new wardrobe and money for the date. Of course I could also change your appearance however you like, if you think that would attract him."

Christine shook her head vigorously. "No thank you. It would feel too fake, like I was lying to him. That's almost as bad as if I had you make him fall in love with me. Actually, I was more hoping for you to whisper advice in my ear when I'm saying something stupid or when to make a move. That kinda thing."

Laresa thought about it a moment. I could always talk to you telepathically. That way I could remain hidden in the ring. Christine nearly jumped as the woman's voice seemed to form within her mind. If you wished I could even forge a stronger connection so I could hear through your ears and see through your eyes. That way I could offer you more timely advice.

Christine was a little nervous about the prospect. "Well, how do I know you won't try to take control of me or go through my memories?"

Laresa looked horrified at the question. Master! I could never do that to you. Oh, if you made a wish I could but otherwise it would be an intrusion. That would be unacceptable. Christine could feel the indignation flowing across the mental link. She nodded, figuring Laresa would be able to sense, now, her acceptance.

The door to the kitchen swung open behind Christine. She looked over her shoulder to see the handsome cook heading directly towards her. As he neared and looked over at Laresa she almost panicked, contemplating ordering the woman to stay away. If she's truly a genie then that shouldn't be a major request. She sighed to herself. If he wanted Laresa over her then it was hopeless anyway.

George stepped to the edge of the booth looked briefly at Laresa with a curious expression before turning to Christine. She felt a flash of annoyed confusion across the still active link but put it from her mind as she looked up to meet his eyes. Staring into those brown eyes her heart fluttered and her chest tightened. Her entire body seemed warmed by his gaze. She missed what he said as she simply gazed at him.

"I'm sorry, what'd you say?" She'd never felt this strongly for him before. Suddenly it was difficult to even think.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay." He motioned towards her left arm. "I noticed the mark on your elbow."

Unconsciously she reached for her elbow, rubbing it in memory of the collision with the bathroom counter. "Yeah, I fell in the bathroom and caught it on the counter. It'll be a hell of a bruise but nothing major." George nodded and seemed to hesitate. Ask him! Startled Christine glanced at Laresa. Trust me, ask him. Unsure she looked back to George. "You wanna do something tonight? Watch a movie or sumthin?"


Laresa's World Ch. 06: Christine



Christine was floored as his eyes virtually lit up at the suggestion. "Yeah! I mean, whatever you wanna do."

"We could watch a movie at my place." The two talked about movies from time to time and discovered they both liked the same kinds. She knew some guys pretended to like 'chick-flicks' to impress a girl but they never would have made the type of insightful comments he usually did. "How does eight sound?"

He shrugged and looked a little embarrassed. "We both get off at six thirty. I could walk you home." She suggested eight in order to give him a chance to disqualify it as a date by eating dinner first, just two friends hanging out. Of course it could still just be two friends hanging out.

"Deal! I'll even make dinner." George smiled and nodded enthusiastically before scurrying back into the kitchen. Christine sighed trying to relieve the nervous tension that suddenly appeared. She looked across at Laresa in appreciation when her thought returned. "How come you got annoyed when he got to the table?"

Laresa laughed lightly and blushed. "Actually I can sense the desires of other people when they are strong enough. Usually the first time a man looks at me I can feel his lust. Your young man barely noticed me. I guess I've just gotten so used to being desired that it felt wrong when he brushed me off so easily." She laughed, bringing a smile to Christine. "That was how I knew you needed to ask him out though. I couldn't help but feel his desire and love for you."

"That was why it felt so strong suddenly wasn't it? I was feeling his desires through the link!"

Laresa's eyes widened. "Were you? I didn't realize you would be able to. But I'm glad it brought you greater pleasure! I am surprised you two have never been together. Typically feelings that strong only come from a developed relationship."

Christine smiled. "Well, we've been working together for years, and we often just sit and talk during breaks. But if you could keep me from feeling what he's feeling I'd appreciate it. It kinda feels like an invasion of his privacy." She turned and looked longingly towards the door, barely noticing Laresa's nod of acceptance. The shift was going to be a very long one. Not only would she pine for the evening adventure but she now had to learn the responsibilities of her new job.

Fortunately the training helped to pass the day quickly. She stuck by Vasili's side and learned the various routines from opening to closing the restaraunt, which, he explained, she would eventually be doing by herself. It seemed that he and Anna hoped to take a vacation soon and needed someone they trusted to run the place while they were gone. She wished them a good trip, realizing the moment the words left her mouth how dangerous they could be. A quick look at Laresa sitting in a corner booth, and thoroughly enjoying a pizza, received a wink. Their trip would be glorious indeed!

Suddenly it was six thirty and George found her while he was still removing his food-spattered apron. "You ready?" She nodded and out they went into the cool evening air. She walked with her arms crossed over her chest. "You cold?" It's your arms, he thinks you're cold because of them. You should drop your hands to your sides.

She let her arms relax. "No, I'm fine. I just needed to get used to it after the heat of the kitchen." Liar. For a moment Christine was concerned but she felt Laresa's amusement flowing through their link from the ring. You just have to relax a little. He's just as nervous as you are. It's not every day the person you like asks you out. Tentatively his fingers found hers. See? As their hands met they quickly entwined comfortably. Warmth that had nothing to do with the air flooded through Christine.

By the time they reached her building she was grinning and giddy. They hadn't spoken at all during the trip but it hadn't been an uncomfortable silence. They simply enjoyed each others presence and Christine could feel Laresa's content happiness radiating up from her hand. It had been a little difficult at first to get used to sensing the woman's emotions, for she was indeed as much a woman as a genie. After a little while, however, it became easier as she realized Laresa honestly wanted nothing more than to make her happy in any way possible.

Once in her apartment she left him to select a movie while she changed out of her work clothes. She'd promised him dinner but it was too soon after work, where they both had snacked. Safely in her bedroom she began to panic. "What should I wear?"

Laughter responded as Laresa's voice rose softly from the ring. "I'm sure he's out there panicking over just which movie to put in." There was a pause while Christine could sense the genie concentrating. "You want it to be something sensual." Christine flushed in embarrassment, desperately trying to avoid the depth of truth in that statement. "However, given that this is your first date, and informal at that, perhaps not designed to stimulate the eyes."

Suddenly a complete outfit appeared on the bed. She scooped it up and quickly exchanged her clothes for the new ones, marveling in both the comfort and fit. She was a little surprised Laresa had thought to include a complete, and matching, set of underwear but she refused to question it. Realizing how long she had left George alone she hurried back out.

His eyes widened as he saw her. She wore dark green flannel pants soft enough to be PJs. On top was a very soft velvet, green, tank top. Christine had been nervous about it conforming to her slight gut and undersized breasts but Laresa assured her she was trying to conform to an unrealistic ideal image of women. Not entirely persuaded she donned the shirt anyway. Now, seeing the look in his eyes, she was more convinced. "I, uh, hope you like the movie I chose."

"Silly! Of course I'll like it. You got it from my collection after all." He blushed and hurriedly sat on the couch. Once she'd taken the other side she hit 'play'. The movie turned out to be one of her favorites. Of course he probably knew that and chose it for her but he seemed to be enjoying it too. As the movie played she could feel Laresa enthralled by the story, watching through her eyes. As minutes turned into an hour the two found themselves creeping closer on the couch until, finally, she leaned against him. He lifted an arm allowing her to curl up with her head against his firm chest. His arm rested along hers. She finally understood Laresa's comment about the sensual nature of her outfit when his hand began to absently smooth her shirt, patting with the nap of the fuzzy material.

Too soon the movie ended. The credits faded to black and the old tape continued to plod through the last of its length. Neither were inclined to break the tender mood, content to stay connected. Put you hand on his thigh. Christine was shocked. She'd actually forgotten about her silent partner, but to have her suggest something so bold? It need not be right there, simply on his leg. Perhaps by his knee.

Shifting the remote to her right hand, curled between their bodies, she diligently followed Laresa's instructions. His hand, absently patting her side, froze with the enhanced contact. After a few moments, in which he apparently processed the change, his hand started up again. That's how you will be able to gauge his reaction. If he begins to pull his hand away then move back a step and stay there until he begins again. Christine had to fight to keep from nodding at the sage advice. Now, slide your hand slowly up his leg.

Are you sure? This seems awfully forward! I don't want him to think I'm easy or a slut or anything.

Christine could feel the laughter echoing up their link. It has been so long since I have had a woman for a master I forgot how you worry. Men don't worry about such and frequently, upon hearing I will do anything for them, immediately demand sexual satisfaction. Christine was about to insist that times and gender roles were different now, but Laresa continued anyway. You should not fear your own desires young one. Even I have needs. But fear not, I can sense from him his desire, though I have shielded you from it as you requested. I know such insults would not cross his mind.

Chastised, her hand slid slightly more than halfway along his leg. Once again his hand stopped as he accepted the advance and started once more. The tape reached the end and began to automatically rewind, switching the TV back to cable and surprising them both. She switched over to the on-screen listings with the pretense of finding something to watch, assuming the direction Laresa was headed. Correct you are! She could almost feel the smile coming from the genie and responded with a wide smile of her own. Now move almost all the way up. Just avoid touching it. It's time to see if he's brave enough to make the move he wants to make. No more moves for you until he does something, but if he does, use your own initiative. Never fear, I will warn you if I think you are about to move too fast for the situation.

Noticing the slightly enlarged bulge in his pants, and realizing her proximity to it, Christine vaguely wondered what move he wanted to make. She knew the move she wanted to make, to unzip his jeans, pull it out and taste it, but Laresa would also know that and she trusted the genie's advice. Her hand moved along his leg, stopping less than an inch from his crotch, with her thumb resting comfortably in the crease of his hip.

His hand stopped again, very unsure this time. Pressed against his chest she heard his heart racing, almost in time with hers. She imagined the butterflies in his stomach matching those racing around her own. Something changed in his demeanor, more confident perhaps or at least determined. She knew before he moved that his action would change their relationship. If he pulled her back they would struggle to remain friends with what lay between them, or he could transform their friendship into something deeper.

His hand shifted, sliding against the grain of her shirt, until it rested lightly beneath her breast with his thumb tracing its side. She gasped slightly as he carefully squeezed, his hand sliding forward until he cupped her. A pulse of excitement surged through her as his palm began to circle, playing lightly over the fabric protecting her sensitive nipple.

Her hand moved of its own accord, crossing the last few inches to grasp the bulge so tauntingly close to her. His pants had masked his size some. Although she didn't have much experience to compare with, he seemed good sized, certainly larger than the few guys she'd fooled around with. He wasn't fully hard, certainly not straining against the fabric, but she felt certain he would test her limits. She began to massage him, enticing blood into his half-hard form.

He continued his slow, infuriatingly light, caress, sending slight shivers through her. Her breath began to catch. Still, the only sign she had any effect on him was the rapidly tightening material beneath her hand. She was about to ask Laresa when it occurred to her he was hesitant to move further. She understood his fears. In this day and age the cry of 'date rape' was all too often heard and with the two knowing each other so well and working so closely together it would be an easy mistake.

As she shifted, his hand fell from her tender breast. She shuddered her torment as the removed sensation caused a response almost as strong as the initial contact, and forcing her to stop mid movement. Finally, she managed to straddle him with her legs folded beneath her, sitting on his lap and trusting his strong legs to hold her. She reached for his shirt, peeling it slowly upward to reveal his delightful chest. He wasn't truly fit, certainly not toned, but she would be hard pressed to really call him overweight. He was, in her mind, nothing more than a giant teddy bear.

Once removed, she tossed the shirt negligently aside and crossed her arms reaching for her own. As her arms began to rise she smiled, watching the wonder and amazement in his eyes as they carefully tracked her progress. She blessed Laresa as her shirt revealed her peach bra. The outer edges were solid, providing the most comfortable support she'd ever felt, while the center was a fabric so shear he could clearly see her areola and nipple through it.

There are very few highs as powerful as seeing unadulterated desire in the eyes of someone you care for. She began to speed her progress once her view was marred by the shirt. When it half cleared her head, she felt him shift, his strong hands clutched her crossed wrists and pushed them behind her head. She knew a moment of fear but he was gentle enough not to overwhelm her. All fear evaporated in an inferno as he shifted again, his lips brushing against hers.

Her mouth opened as she pushed into the kiss. Passion passed back and forth as she relaxed into the strange embrace. Her tongue probed forward. In a moment his slid forward and they became desperate for any contact. She felt the corse hairs on his chest tease her nipples through the slight material of her bra. The heat of his body seeped into her stomach and flew directly to the core of her lust.

He broke the kiss, gasping for air a moment before she remembered to breath. His hands were already in motion, freeing first her hands, then head and finally arms of the constrictive shirt. His hands glided down her back trailing the excitement of a thousand feathers. Powerful arms wrapped her in a cocoon of security as he pulled her close once more. Part of her desperately wanted nothing more than to reach for his belt, pull him free and stuff him deep inside herself but she ignored it, reveling in the truest fulfillment of her dreams as mouths sought each other.

The kiss continued and she felt her body begin to clench in anticipation, preparing itself for her need. It became harder and harder to ignore the screaming desire as his passion, passed from lips to mouth, complimented and enervated her own. His hard length strained against his jeans, pressing through her clothes to inflame her lust. Her hands found his chest, sliding through the dark hair, nails trailing across his flesh and spurring him farther.

It was too much to bear. Muscles tensed and strained as her arms pushed against the warmth of his body. Careful still of her wishes his hands held her only loosely. The quick action threw her from his lap to land unceremoniously on the floor. She flinched from the pain and his eyes widened in concern and confusion. She saw him, the body so beautiful to her, the mind so sharp and the soul so tender. His eyes told her she delayed too long as he began to fear she was having second thoughts.

She leapt forward grasping at his belt, releasing herself to the demands of her body in an effort to prove her commitment to the course she charted. His eyes grew wider as the button popped free and the zipper tore open, all as she pulled at the top of the pants. She continued to pull until his pants lay pooled about his ankles.

She pulled herself back onto his lap, his hands moving to her hips. She felt him tug slightly at her pants only to be rebuked by hands gripping his arms and her sudden kiss. She couldn't trust herself with only the specious protection of their underwear holding back inflamed passions. Even with her luxurious pants adding distance she clearly felt him pressing and rubbing against her. She shuddered, her hips grinding against his instinctively trying to bring her to climax.

With an act of extreme will she pulled herself from the desperate kiss. For a moment she reveled in his dazed expression before slipping sideways off of his lap. She needed a distraction to draw out the exciting night and knew just the thing. He began to regain his senses as she curled up on her side on the couch, her head in his lap facing the wonderful organ. Turning her eyes up she saw his comprehension dawn. He wanted something else, something more mutual, but he was too late.

In an instant the elastic band of his underwear was down and his length shot skyward towards her waiting mouth. His hands moved to stop her but, she descended awkwardly, kissing his tip. His body froze as she knew it would. Her kiss grew deeper as she opened her mouth, taking more of him inside. The depths of her mind that wanted him, needed him, accepted her compromise as she reached out and began to stroke his length. All the while her tongue darted around, partaking in the salty taste of his manhood while tormenting the sensitive ridge.

He groaned. His body seemed to relax into the comfortable cushions while his hips and groin began to tense under her ministrations. She tried lowering herself to take more of him in, as she somehow knew men wanted, but found herself unable to go more than halfway. She cursed herself as her body retreated slightly, gagging.

Change position. Christine nearly jumped. In the heat of the moment she had completely forgotten about Laresa and her promise to guide with experience. Now, suddenly, the woman's voice had reappeared, only something seemed different, more breathy perhaps.

Shift to sitting on your knees and tilt your head back. You should be able to swallow much more of him. Without hesitation Christine followed the instructions, barely managing to keep a semblance of rhythm to her hand as she moved. She was forced to remove her mouth from the delicious treat, briefly, but tried to make it up to him by sucking and kissing her way up the underside, from his base to the tip, before she engulfed him once more.

In order to tilt her head back in the strange position she found it necessary to raise her butt and lean forward. Laresa's advice worked well however, allowing Christine to drop herself nearly to the base of his lust. His breath caught and released in an ecstatic moan. Suddenly she knew the part of her mind demanding more was Laresa. The genie's very desire to bring them both pleasure floated across the link to entice her mind. Her eyes looked up briefly to see his shut tight, an expression of pure bliss plastered across his face, and she understood the simple joy Laresa gained from serving her masters well.

Suddenly a new feeling shot through her body. It was a feeling she was intimately familiar with but only knew from masturbation. The link faltered momentarily and Christine tried to discover the source, knowing only that it couldn't be Laresa with the faulty connection. Then she felt his arm pressing against the side of her breast. He had snuck his hand around until it slipped beneath her soft pants to caress her engorged mound through the unnaturally thin fabric of her bikini panties.

She shuddered as every muscle between her legs clenched with unbearable need. Her own tempo faltered as he pressed and circled her lust. Those few who had even bothered to try to bring her to fulfillment had been clumsy and unsuccessful. His masterful fingers played on her tender nerves a veritable concerto, bringing her closer and closer with every pluck and thrum. She fell forward, trying to escape the delightful agony only to find herself choking as he swelled even larger, filling her mouth and throat. His tremendous fingers froze as he shouted a gasp. The moment she pulled back to regain control of her gag reflex he began to play again. The shock of euphoria racing through her sent her forward once more, desperate for any means of slowing his blessed touch. Back and forth they surged, teasing each other briefly in turn.

Stop! Confused Christine instinctively obeyed the nearly breathless internal voice. You feel the skin tightening near his base? She did, she hadn't noticed it through the intense inferno blazing out from her own core, but she knew she had felt it. That's the first sign he is about to release.




Laresa's World Ch. 06: Christine



Her head came up, free of him once more. She tried to sit back only to have his hand slide beneath her feeble protection. As his hands parted her very moist and intensely hot lips he paused, suddenly discovering her truth as his fingers met resistance. His eyes widened in panic. She could see he wasn't ready to take such a treasure from her and knew, as his hand retreated, that he intended to stop. For her it was too late. Laresa had know his signals but he had missed hers. As his hand withdrew he unconsciously retreated across her soft flower.

Euphoria blossomed outward from the stray contact and the world seemed to contract inward even as her body sought instant expansion. Cautious eyes lit up hearing her honest screams. His fingers returned to caress and shift the petals protecting the blooming lust and she quivered, her head crashing onto his hip as her body shook beyond control.

Desperate for more she tore at her own pants, pulling the underwear along as she stripped her legs free. He used the increased freedom to heighten her torment, altering his angle and intensity, bringing her higher than she had thought possible. He never realized her motives. It was not something special he would be taking from her but something she freely, and desperately, wished to give to him.

She pulled herself forward, surprising him with both her control and speed, to straddle him once more. His eyes widened again sensing her intentions and his head shook slightly from side to side to deny her his right. Fearing the pain she quickly drew her hips to his. As his solid length breached her there was pain but the intensity of the very heights he had brought her to took the sensation willingly. Pain and pleasure blended together, arrowing up her spine to pierce the most primal part of her brain.

Her vision fogged as she screamed louder. He filled her, seemingly far more than the size of his organ or the depth of her core. His thrumming pulse beat within her, touching every nerve, every fibre of her being. He quickened and began to stagger, she knew he was merging with her own ecstasy so she leaned forward to enfold him in her arms. Pressing herself to him she felt their very bodies blend together.

They may have passed out. Christine couldn't remember. Her breathing had returned to normal but she could still feel him inside her, hard and blessedly real. Thank you. This time she did jump, having once again forgotten about her invisible guide. George stirred beneath her but only to snuggle closer, leaving their solid connection intact.

Why would you thank me? I should thank you for your guidance!

Christine felt Laresa's joy flowing up their link. So long have I been what I am that I had forgotten the first time. You have allowed me to once again experience, through your body, what was lost to me. Christine smiled lazily thinking of the magical scene now added to her own memories. And maybe some day we could let him know of me and I could truly understand what it feels to be one of them by riding along with his body. Christine fell asleep laughing inwardly and hoping the genie would indeed get her chance.