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The Girl Who Wasn't There Ch. 01

By: ScattySue



This is Part 1 of a five part story and follows the adventures of Ginny, a girl with an unusual psychic ability.

This is a much longer and more complex story than anything I've attempted before and a huge thank you must go to ArilynWriter for her feedback, encouragement and editing: she is a star!

The other parts will follow in due course and any and all feedback and comments are very much appreciated.

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PROLOGUE

She is asleep. She lies tangled in the sheet, her arm above her head and her beautiful breasts exposed. The glow of the laptop screen reveals a slight sheen of sweat on her skin; it is a hot, humid night, which is why I am sitting here unable to sleep. In the corner the radio softly plays old hits.

We're still on the move; never feeling safe and moving on every few weeks, taking whatever casual work we can get. Still, my knowledge of British geography has improved immensely; I remember a test in Year 9 where we had to say in what counties various landmarks were located: the Hogs Back, Durdle Door, the Needles, the Devil's Punchbowl. I was rubbish and couldn't answer any of them, but after 18 months travelling I've seen them all.

The laptop is on the dressing table and I look at myself in the mirror. The laptop's glow illuminates me softly. My hair, for so many years a procession of startling and unnatural colours: blue, red, magenta, even green once, is now blonde. Admittedly still from a bottle of dye, but my natural colour (too dark to be blonde, too pale to call brown) is growing through. I stare at my face. Grey eyes that look tired, my nose with its round end, high cheeks with more freckles than I've had in years from the time spent outdoors recently, soft, full lips above my small chin. Sitting topless in the hot room I can see my boobs, nothing exceptional, but I note with a little pride that they're still firm even at nearly 28, aureoles only slightly darker than the surrounding flesh, the nipples that she so likes to suck and nibble are large.

Thinking of her, my eyes are draw to the reflection of the bed behind me. As I watch her sleeping, the radio DJ announces the next track: "The Eurythmics with When Tomorrow Comes". As the song begins, I am taken back to my teenage years and Dad's never ending selection of 80's hits. Now, however, I actually listen to the lyrics Annie Lennox is singing:



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The doctor is about to speak when she hesitates and licks her lips before reaching down and pouring herself a large glass of water. Yes! This is working! She drinks most of it before continuing, "I'm not sure that your explanation is sufficient justification for what you did. It was outrageous, performing a sexual act in such a situation!"

I need time as there is quite a lot of water left in the carafe. I continue projecting thirstiness as I reply; this is going to be hard.

"Doctor, I know what I did was inappropriate and wrong." She is refilling her glass! "Um, but, well I really was desperate to prove myself." I hesitate, trying to think two things at once. "Do you know how hard it is, people always thinking you're nothing but a silly girl when you tell someone?" I blurt out so I can focus again on the feeling of salt in my mouth and the thirst.

"Many of the subjects we've interviewed have had similar experiences, Ms Anderson." She leans forward to place the glass on the table and immediately starts refilling it once more. "And I can understand that Mr. Green's notes about your being delusional might have struck a nerve." She takes another long drink, nearly there! "I shall have to remind him to keep notes hidden when I reprimand him about his conduct today; he is as culpable as you for what happened."

A thought occurs to me. "Doctor, I didn't know about the camera, but surely Jake did? Why did he drop his trousers and let me blow him," the saltiness in my mouth, the thirstiness, "knowing he was being filmed?"

Dr Neal hesitates, thinking while she fiddles with the empty glass in her hand. Half a minute passes; perhaps she is annoyed that the same question didn't occur to her. She picks up the carafe and empties the last of the water into her glass, looking vaguely disappointed that there is only half a glassful. She downs the remaining water in one swallow. Oh YES! I feel like shouting and cannot stop the smile from spreading on my face.

"Doctor Neal, can you read what I wrote on that bit of paper, please, before you decide what to do with me?" She looks at me suspiciously then reads the paper. She looks at the empty carafe and then at me; her eyes narrow, looking for the trick.

"How did you do that?" she asks her voice suspicious, but a slight look of awe on her face.

"Isn't that something your research is supposed to work out?" I smile sweetly. "From my point of view, I just shared how thirsty I felt with something really salty in my mouth."

"I feel like I just eaten a whole pack of salted peanuts," she admits.

"Yeah, could have been peanuts," I reply diplomatically. "So, what are you going to do with me doctor?"

She hesitates. "You've just started your final year?" I nod. "It would be a shame to get you thrown out after your work over the last two years. I believe that you're in line for a 2:1 or a first if you continue?" I nod again, I had been doing well. "Hmm, well, we might write this off as an incident of student stupidity; heaven knows there are enough of those around. Can I assume that you have learned the error of your ways?"

"Most definitely, doctor," I reply earnestly as I stand to leave.

"I look forward to working with you, Ms Anderson, as a subject and perhaps in future as a colleague."

"Will Jake get into trouble?" I ask.

"I think you've proved that he was more victim than perpetrator, so no. However, I think it best if he not be involved in any future interviews with you, don't you think?"

"Probably for the best," I agree as I turn and leave.

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It's now 4am and the sky outside is just starting to get light. I save the file and close the laptop; I'll continue my story another time, but now I want to lie beside her and, while it's a little cooler, try to get some sleep. When tomorrow comes, I'll be there for her.



The Girl Who Wasn't There Ch. 02



This is Part 2 of the five part story of the adventures of Ginny, a girl with an unusual psychic ability. Part 1 can be found at http://www.literotica.com/s/the-girl-who-wasnt-there-ch-01

Once again my thanks to my editor ArilynWriter for her comments, encouragement and editing. Her support has been invaluable.

Thanks also for the feedback and comments on Part 1. I have edited that part slightly to clarify some points that people felt were unclear. Please let me have your thoughts on this, the next chapter...

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It is now three nights ago that I started our story, paying the price for my lack of sleep the following day. But now I cannot sleep again, feeling the restless urge to continue the tale. Perhaps if I can write another chapter I will be able to return to my love in bed to hold her and sleep again.

So, I must turn back to Wessex University, but to an older me; me at 26, Ginny Anderson BSc (Hons), MSc, now PhD student and researcher in Doctor Tanya Neal's Department of Parapsychology, or the Ministry of Mysteries as I would call it, much to the Doc's annoyance. Being a researcher makes me Tanya's colleague, albeit a junior one. We get on get on well enough; however, she thinks that I'm too frivolous and don't take things seriously and that I joke about my ability too much. This isn't entirely fair: I only joke about my ability with my close colleagues.

My ability, my 'witchy power', now has a scientific name. Doc Tanya has described it as a form of Extra-Sensory Manipulation, ESM rather than ESP (Extra-Sensory Perception). Before he left for Edinburgh University, Jake Green coined the term psychoamoebothemia, Greek for 'changing emotions with the spirit or mind' apparently, or PAT for short. So I can 'ez-me' people or 'pat' them!

As a subject my ability, my PAT or ESM, is regularly tested, and with frequent practise I've become better at it. It's still not perfect, but I often use it to calm or relax those I interview. I've never used it to seduce anyone, not since Jake, anyway. I cannot make someone love me as such feelings would be meaningless. That sounded almost profound, so perhaps I'm a little wiser too; maybe.

I have friends, but no one special. I have sex, but no deep loving relationship. So I am happy, but not fulfilled. I want to get on and tell of how she and I met, but there is an event that comes first; a surreal event, when I think of it and one that may have both helped cause our danger and yet saved us as well.

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CHAPTER 2 -- "Going beyond the call of duty"

It's a Friday, just after lunch and time for my fortnightly meeting with Doctor Tanya, the usual mix of reporting back, raising issues, supervision for my PhD ('Tell me Ginny, how is your thesis work progressing?'), checking how my ESM skills are developing, ideas for new tests, and general admin. 

I get on well enough with Doc T; she's a bit of a cold fish, very reserved, and doesn't do much of the touchy-feely management stuff. However, she's always happy to listen to problems I have with work and give practical help. I owe her a lot; she's helped me get my Masters and now my Doctorate, even letting me stay for free in one the guest rooms the department so that I could afford to study. After five years (can it be that already?) this place feels like my home as well as my work. She has been a bit odd lately. Not odd exactly, but different, more talkative and not just about work, even laughing once or twice; more normal really, which for her is... odd. Perhaps I can find out what it is; my colleagues Wanda and Alex want me to as I've known her the longest.

I knock on Doctor T's office door and wait a moment before she calls me to enter. It's an absolute rule of the department: you never enter her office without her permission. I enter, expecting the usual routine where I make the Doc and I a cup of coffee (she always has nice coffee), but surprisingly she is by the machine already and tells me to sit. She walks past, placing the coffee in front of me before going round to her side of the desk. "Thanks, Doctor," I say and she smiles. 

Normality resumes as we begin the meeting, the agenda now a matter of habit as we run through the topics: how my PhD thesis is progressing, reports of tests either by me or on me, how my practising of my ESM is progressing, tasks for next two weeks, and so on. Only two things catch my interest. First, she might be able to secure some additional funding for the department -- "Early days yet, though," she warns. The second thing is the Doctor herself. She seems nervous and excited and happy all at once, very different from her normal measured and controlled self. I am trying to think of a way to ask her what's up when she closes her laptop indicating the end of the meeting. I hesitate, but make to stand up and leave.

"No, Ginny, don't go yet, please. I want to talk to you." 

I sit back again, intrigued. "Okay, Doc."

"Always Doc or Doctor," she says quietly. "Ginny, how long have we known each other? Five years?"

"A bit more; maybe five and a half," I reply. "I was in my final degree year when we met."

"I remember you that day..." she starts and I try not to blush knowing what she was remembering; her first sight of me on my knees sucking off Jake. "Ginny, am I your friend?"

The question catches me off guard. "Erm, well you've always been good to me. You've helped me a lot and have always supported me. I like you and I have huge respect for you and your work. But, well... we're not exactly mates. I mean, we don't go for a drink together to sit and chat. Not that I would have minded doing that," I add hastily, "I mean, if you'd ever said you wanted to."

"No, we're not 'mates' are we? I'm more like a kindly aunt, an old, spinster aunt." Her voice is emotional, but it's not sadness, more -- disappointment? Frustration perhaps? I wish I had some ESP at this point so I could tell more clearly what she was feeling.

"You're not old! Doc... Tanya... what's the matter?"

She smiles slightly at my use of her name. "It's, well, for the first time in years I really need to talk to someone, as a friend, about my life."

"D- Tanya, I owe you so much. That first time we met you said you hoped we'd be colleagues one day, and here we are. We may not be mates -- not at the moment, anyway -- but we like each other and we've always got on well together so I'd say we're more than just colleagues. Will that do?"

"Thank you, Ginny. I do envy you, you know; the way you just dive into love and relationships. I find it so hard to, to... to open up to anyone."

I chuckle. "And I find it hard thinking things through before I do them. You know, I'm not necessarily the best person for relationship advice. I'm good at starting relationships, but pretty crap at maintaining them at anything more than friendship. My life is a catalogue of brief romances, short flings, and one-night stands."

"Have you never been in love?" she asks and I cannot help laughing.

"Sorry, Tanya," I apologise, "but hearing that question from you is just so... unexpected!" I think for a minute. "You know, I don't think I have ever been in love, not properly. I've fancied loads of people, had crushes on guys and girls, simply had sex with them, but never met anyone that I think 'Wow! You're the one!'"

"So you are bisexual then? I overheard Wanda..."

"Yes, I am, and perhaps that's part of the problem. Wanda keeps telling me it is."

"I'm sure if you met the right person you'd know, and their sex wouldn't matter, would it?"

"I guess not. Tanya, you've been behaving differently for the past two weeks and I'm fairly sure that it has something to do with why you need to talk to someone. If I were to hazard a guess at this point, I would say that you met someone and you fancy him, but what, you don't know what to do next?" The look on her face tells me I've hit the bull's-eye, or near enough. "I can't promise to have the answers, but I can listen, and I do promise that I'll keep what you say just between us."

"It's not a 'him'," she manages to say and blushes deeply.

"A woman?" I ask and she nods. "Cool! Well, the first question is: who is she and how did you meet?"

"Her name is Marie Bonar. She's part of some Government review of universities and she's based here at Wessex, but she's covering all the universities in the south-west. I met her when she was introduced at a Heads of Faculties lunch three weeks ago. We got talking and she's intrigued by the paranormal."

"Okay, so apart from her interest in the paranormal, do you think she's attracted to you?"

"I know she is! We've been out a few times now on -- are they still called dates at my age or is that just if you're a teenager?"

"Nah, you can still call them dates. Good God, Doc -- sorry, Tanya, you're barely 40, not some geriatric!"

"Okay, Marie and I have been on dates: drinks, a couple of times for meals, and once to the theatre. At the theatre she was holding my hand and rubbed my leg a couple of times. It was nice, but I didn't really know how to respond. We have kissed, you know, deeply, with..." She is blushing again. In all these years I never noticed how shy the Doc is.

"Tongues?" I offer and she nods.

"I, I didn't know that's what people did when she first tried to, you know, use her tongue."

"And what happened?"

"I, sort of, let her. It was weird, but nice weird. I did better the next time!" She smiles, but it fades quickly. "That's all we've done: go out, hold hands, hug, and the odd caress. I really like her and I do want more, but now she's invited me to go away for the weekend and I'm scared."

"Are we talking a 'let's get a couple of rooms and visit, I don't know, Oxford, for a couple of days' type weekend away or is it more 'one room with a king-sized bed please and an alarm call for Monday morning'?"

Tanya looks at me as if she can't believe what I've just said. "It couldn't be the latter; could it?" she asks nervously.

"Probably not, no," I admit, laughing "I was exaggerating a bit. I mean, you'd need at least one meal!" I mean it as a joke, but I can see I'm upsetting her. "Sorry, I'm teasing you. Tanya, the fact that it's a woman is probably a good thing as she'll be gentler and less pushy than many guys would be. Inviting you on a weekend away, whether it's with one room or two, seems very keen after only a couple of weeks. Marie obviously really likes you so you need to be honest with her and tell her how you feel. If you want separate rooms, say so. If she cares about you, she'll respect that."

"But, Ginny, I don't know if I do want separate rooms! It's just that..." she stops, unable to continue. 

"What?" I prompt.

"I... I've never made love. To anyone," Tanya whispers. I reach across the desk and take her hand. At first she flinches but she gradually relaxes. I squeeze her hand gently. "Look, I knew I found girls attractive and boys not," she continues quietly, "but that didn't matter. Relationships, you know best friends, girlfriends, love, sex, have never been important to me. I enjoyed my study and my work and my hobbies while people were all just too... complicated and messy. And now there's someone that I really like. Damn it, I think I love her, even if that makes me sound like a soppy girlie!"

"Tanya, I think it's wonderful. And no one is ever going to think of you as a soppy girl! You know, you could tell Marie; I'm sure she'd understand. I, um, I have been with a girl when it was her first time and all I wanted was to be gentle and make it wonderful for her." I squeeze her hand again to reassure her and this time there is a small squeeze back.

"But what if I panic or I don't like it?" she asks, her voice tight with emotion. I try to imagine not liking sex but can't seem to fit the idea into my head.

"Perhaps you need to take it slowly; talk to her. As to the sex part, well, start with what you know. Do you masturbate?"

Her blush returns but she manages a small "Sometimes."

"Well, what do you do to yourself? What do you fantasize about when you do it?"

Amazingly, Tanya gets even redder. "I, I don't really think of anything, I just focus on the sensations as I rub myself. Oh, Ginny, help me, please! Can you teach me, show me? I'm 41 and I don't even know how to kiss properly!"

I think I can guess what she's thinking: you sucked off a complete stranger to prove a point; can't you help me? Can I? She's attractive enough, with a slim, sexy body and a nice face. But she's also my boss.

"Tanya, you and Marie could have a lot of fun together finding out what you like and how to give and receive pleasure. That finding out could last a lifetime, if that's what you both wanted. And your first lover is special. I'm your colleague and I'd like to be your friend, but you don't want me as your lover, do you?"

"No, no that would be... inappropriate. I was just hoping that you could show me a bit, just so I know what it's like, where I should touch..." she takes a deep, shuddering breath and I can see tears in her eyes. "God, I feel so stupid, so useless!"

She looks so lost and forlorn that my heart goes out to her. "Okay," I say, capitulating, "I'll show you, teach you."

She looks up, hope and pleading in her face, "You will? Today? Now?"

The penny drops: 'go away for the weekend' means 'go away this weekend.' "I will. But, Tanya," I warn, "this has to be separate, a one off event. I'll be the teacher and you the student and afterwards we close the door on it. Okay?"

"Can we not be friends after?" she asks, beginning to understand why I'm worried about doing this.

"I sincerely hope we will be friends and what we share this afternoon will be part of that friendship: I'm helping you as my friend. But this isn't the start of a sexual relationship between us, regardless of how your relationship with Marie works out, okay?"

She nods. "Okay. Thank you, Ginny."

"What time are you and Marie going away this evening?" I ask. "I assume from your urgency that it is this evening?"

"It is, this evening at 6pm. She's picking me up. I have wanted to speak to you all week, but I just couldn't do it. Sorry."

"It's alright. Shall we go? Have you a bag packed?" I stand and move towards the door.

"I have a case, here," she replies, standing and lifting a small, overnight case, "but go where?"

"Well, I thought my room might be more suitable than your office." She nods and walks to me. As she nears I reach up and place my hands on her shoulders. She flinches slightly, but I rub her shoulders and upper arms gently and she relaxes. She is slightly taller than me, but slimmer and narrower in frame: her breasts are quite small and her hips narrow, though the slimness of her waist gives her enough curves to avoid looking boyish. Her brown hair, with just a few greys starting to appear, is still in that simple short bob cut that she had when we first met. Her eyes are hazel with amber flecks that I'd not noticed before. Her skin is still firm and smooth, so she looks young for her age, especially now she has put aside her stern, no nonsense work persona. 

"You're very attractive, Tanya." I say and kiss her lightly on the lips. She is a little surprised, but I'm pleased when she immediately moves forward for a second, longer kiss. Her lips are very soft. We kiss again, and I open my mouth slightly, catching her bottom lip between mine. I slide my tongue across her lip and she gives a little sigh of pleasure, her mouth opening against mine. I gently slip my tongue into her mouth, teasing her teeth apart till my tongue caresses hers.

As the kiss ends, I whisper, "Your turn now." She leans in, pressing her lips to mine. I let my lips part a little and wait until I feel the tip of her tongue hesitantly touch them. I give a little "Mmm" of encouragement and her tongue probes deeper. I hear her case drop to the floor and she wraps her arms around me, pulling me tight against her. I loose myself in the sensation of the kiss, letting Tanya lead the way.

With a slight gasp she breaks the kiss and she is smiling, her face a little flushed with excitement and I can see the hard, sharp bumps of her nipples through her blouse and bra. "Wow!" she exclaims, "I didn't realise that kissing could be so... amazing!"

"You're a quick learner!" I tell her. "Do you still want to try, er, other stuff?"

"I, I think I do, yes. I don't always want to wait and see what to do when Marie and I are together. I hope she kisses as well as you do!" she giggles. I wonder if this is the most paranormal thing I've ever encountered: Doctor Tanya Neal actually giggled!

"Ginny?" she asks, suddenly serious, "You're not, you know, doing anything to me, like with Jacob; with your ESM ability?"

I wonder whether to be offended at her lack of trust, but I realize that it's a reasonable question given what I can do (and have done!) and the new emotions she's experiencing. I reach out and stroke her cheek "No, Tanya, the emotions and feelings are all yours. Enjoy them! I promise Ezme and PAT are not getting involved today." 

We head to my room, but once inside it becomes awkward; my seductions aren't usually this deliberate and I'm still not sure what Tanya wants to know. I decide to pick up where we left off with kissing, so I kick off my shoes and go and lie on my bed. Tanya takes the hint and, after carefully removing her shoes, she joins me.

We kiss again and this time our bodies are in closer contact. I don't know about Tanya, but this is definitely turning me on! I move from her mouth and kiss her chin and then down along the line of her jaw to her neck. No bites, I remind myself, not before tonight's big date. I wonder if Tanya will have anything to hide by Monday as I trail my tongue up her neck and trace it round her ear. 

"Mmm, yes," she purrs. I glance down and can see she is kneading her own breast. I reach down and slip my hand under hers, cupping her boob as my thumb rubs her nipple. To my delight, she reciprocates, her hand caressing me before once again copying my movements. This time though, she goes further and starts to roll and squeeze my nipple between her thumb and forefinger making me gasp.

Immediately she pulls her hand away, apologising for hurting me. "It didn't hurt, it was lovely!" I reassure her and sit up. "Here, help me take my shirt off." She is still nervous, but I can see the stirrings of arousal in her eyes. I raise my arms, indicating she is going to undress me. "And don't worry about touching anything," I say, "In fact, here's a top tip: you should try and ensure that your hands do caress my skin and brush over my tits!"

She is hesitant, but quickly finds that hooking her thumbs under the bottom of my shirt allows her fingers to caress my sides and back as she raises the shirt and slips it off. "Keep going," I encourage and she reaches out to run her hands over my boobs. I close my eyes and enjoy her touch as her fingers trace along the edge of my bra cup. I glide my hand along the top of her leg, sliding under her skirt, before caressing the inside of her thigh. Her legs open wider, inviting me to reach higher, which I do as her hand slips into my bra cup to squeeze my nipple. I can feel how wet my pussy has become and, as my fingers brush the gusset of her panties, I know that she is in the same state.

It takes every ounce of willpower I have to pause and say to her, "Tanya, I'm not sure we need to do this."

She freezes mid nipple squeeze. "What am I doing wrong?" she asks, worried.

"Nothing, it's just you might want your first time going any further to be with Marie. You're wonderful at this: you are making me very wet and horny!"




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"I was just doing what I thought would feel good," she replies, pleased by her effect on me.

I pull her towards me and kiss her forehead. "And that's all you need to do -- that and listen and feel how she responds. And if she does something that's good for you, let her know."

She hugs me. "Thank you." She hesitates and then adds, "But there is one thing; what if I have to lick her, lick her -- down there."

"Lick her pussy? Eat her cunt? Well there's no 'have to', but it can be fantastic. Just go with what seems right."

"Yes, but the taste; what if I don't like it? What if I can't do it? Oh Ginny, I feel safe with you..."

My never extensive willpower is failing, melting away like an ice cube under a blowtorch. I can try to rationalize what I'm about to do as just me helping her or trying to give something back for all she's done for me but the truth is, at this moment I'm as horny as hell and half dressed with an attractive woman who wants to eat my pussy. Without conscious thought my hand moves up her leg to cup her mound and gently rub it. I can feel her labia, puffy and swollen through the thin, soaked fabric.

"Undress me, Ginny," she pleads, so I do. I unbutton her blouse carefully a slip it off her, kissing her skin as it is exposed: her shoulders, the tops of her breasts, her tummy. She giggles; it seems Tanya is ticklish.

Her bra, a simple plain white one, is next. Her breasts are smaller than mine, but firm and well-shaped with very dark aureoles and paler nipples that are small, hard points. I kiss each in turn then lick and nibble them making her breath catch. As I take one breast into my mouth and start to suck it, I feel her reach across my back and unclasp my bra. Still suckling I wriggle out of it and let it fall to the floor.

Tanya is now getting impatient and I feel her hands fumbling to undo the button of my jeans. I stand and draw her up too, pulling her into an embrace. As we kiss our boobs mash together, I feel her hard nipples pressing next to mine and I unzip her skirt that drops away. Her hands immediately seek to undo my jeans and this time she succeeds. She is like an excited teenager and hurriedly pushes my jeans down taking my panties at the same time. With my jeans around my knees I stumble, but manage to fall sideways onto the bed. I sit up and Tanya is there, pulling the jeans and panties off. 

As I sit naked before her she stares down at me, her eyes taking me in: my boobs with their surprisingly large nipples, my stomach which I've managed to keep trim, the small patch of light brown pubic hair that sits above my otherwise hairless pussy whose lips gape red and wet. It occurs to me that I am naked in front of my boss and that, whatever I said, this will change our relationship; it will be hard to just call her 'Doctor' after this.

"Let me take your panties off," I say.

Her panties, like her bra, are simple white cotton, hugging her slim hips, but the crotch is wet with her arousal. I lean forward and plant a kiss on the wet fabric and cannot resist running my tongue over it. I look up to see her watching me, eyes wide. 

"You taste nice," I say and hook my thumbs into the waist band; pulling them down in one slow movement. To my surprise her pussy is hairless. I look up again, "You shave your pussy!"

"Yes, I have for ages. It seems so much cleaner and tidier." I smile at her typically practical reasoning.

Her labia are pronounced; a thick, wrinkled ridge in the cleft of her pussy, deep pink, and glistening. As I look, a small, clear bead of her juices starts to form and again I cannot help myself as I lean in to catch that droplet on my tongue before running the tip back up the length of her pussy lips. 

"Oh God, that feel nice!" she exclaims and I repeat it, making her tremble. I reach up and pull her head down to kiss her mouth. As soon as our lips touch I push my tongue into her mouth, filling it with the taste of her sex. Her eyes widen as she realizes what she is tastes, but just as soon close as she kisses me back hungrily. My fingers caress her pussy briefly before I slip two fingers inside, moving them gently deeper. Her hot wetness envelops my fingers and I slide them back and forth, her vaginal walls firm and tight around them. I rest my thumb on the hood of her clitoris, the movement of my fingers causing my thumb to gently massage her pleasure button below.

She is so wet that my hand is soaked. I pull my fingers out and raise my hand, offering my dripping digits to Tanya. With a slightly anxious smile she opens her mouth and takes my fingers, savouring the taste as she sucks them clean before licking her lips.

"Still worried about the taste?" I ask and my fingers enter her pussy once more.

"I can't believe how nice I found it!" she exclaims. I feel her hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy lips hesitantly. I press forward to encourage her and I feel her finger penetrate me. Her finger is slim but long as it travels deep inside me along the top of my vagina and finds my g-spot which she begins to rub in small circles, now firmer, now lighter, making me tingle inside.

"Oh fuck, that's good," I sigh, "where did you learn that?"

"On myself, of course!" and with that she withdraws her finger and, with just the slightest hesitation, places it in her mouth. "Mmm, you taste even better!" she exclaims happily, "I want to lick you... lick your pussy!"

"Let's eat each other's," I suggest as I scoot back onto the bed and lay down. I feel Tanya may be happier on top and I've always love the feel of someone's weight on me. With a slight push on her shoulder and some tugging on her leg she gets the idea and we are in the 69 position.

I caress Tanya's small, tight arse as my tongue lightly laps at her lower lips before starting to circle her clit. I feel Tanya's hot breath on my pussy as her mouth closes over it just before her tongue pushes into me, wriggling and probing. I hear her groan in pleasure and I'm sure it's as much from the thrill she's getting eating me as from my tongue.

She presses down, forcing her pussy against my face as my tongue plays with her button. Tanya lets out a long groan as her climax rolls over her. I slip my tongue inside her and feel her muscles spasm. Before her orgasm is over I resume licking and sucking her clitoris as she does the same to mine. I feel her fingers enter me and she is again stimulating my G-spot. I try to hold off; wanting to bring her again to orgasm before me, but the dual assault on clit and G is just too intense. My climax detonates, firing every nerve with pleasure and carrying me away.

Eventually the wave subsides and I can breathe and think again. I open my eyes as I feel Tanya slide off me. "Thank you," I say, "that was fantastic."

She gives me a slightly puzzled smile. "Does that always happen? All that liquid when you orgasmed?"

I look down between my legs: wow, that's a big wet patch! "Not always, at least not for me. Some girls never do and others do it often, I believe. Like I said, that was fantastic!"

She leans forward and hugs me and we just hold each other for a while. Eventually, I give her bum a playful slap. "Doc, you need to get ready; you can't go away with Marie smelling of me. Go on, into the shower with you!"

"Are you coming too?" she asks.

"No, I mustn't. This was my helping you as a friend, remember? If your night with Marie goes well then you can take a shower with her tomorrow morning." She nods and climbs off my bed to retrieve her clothes and bag. "There's shampoo and shower gel in the bathroom," I tell her.

"Thank you, for everything," she says just before she enters the bathroom, "You're a good friend, Ginny."

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It's time to sleep again so I save the second chapter and shut the laptop down. She sighs gently as I slip into the bed, turning in her sleep and laying her arm across me. I close my eyes and let sleep claim me too...



The Girl Who Wasn't There Ch. 03



Welcome to Part 3 of this five part story of the adventures of Ginny, a girl with an unusual psychic ability. To make sense, you really need to read Parts 1 and 2 first -- Part 1 can be found at:

http://www.literotica.com/s/the-girl-who-wasnt-there-ch-01

I am once again indebted to ArilynWriter for her kind, insightful and encouraging editing: thanks Arilyn.

Feedback is always appreciated. Writing is a solitary and often time-consuming activity so it is always delightful to hear the responses of readers. Where I can I will always reply and in any case comments and constructive criticism are always informative.

I hope you enjoy this next chapter...

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Sitting at the laptop once again I realize why I only write this at night: it is not just that our days are busy with running and hiding and what work we can find but also that I know she would worry to have the details of our lives written down and published.

I have to remember where I have got to in the story. Doc's -- Tanya's -- weekend with Marie went well; they became lovers and a couple, though Tanya was very private and discrete about it. She and I did become more than just colleagues -- not exactly best friends but there was a trust and affection between us that hadn't been there before.

The research continued, of course, though subjects with real abilities remained elusive. The next girl we worked with, Emma, was very gifted at ESP; she and I spent many hours together trying to see if we could learn each other's ability. Neither of us seemed terribly successful.

So we come, at last, to the strange, little woman from Scotland...

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CHAPTER 3 -- "Finding a little Mouse"

I walk down the corridor carrying a take-away cup of coffee in one hand and holding the slim folder on the new girl -- the latest subject for Doctor Tanya's paranormal research -- in the other. I tap on the door to Interview Room 2 (good: Room 2, at least has comfortable chairs!) and wait.

After a minute or so the door opens and out steps Wanda King, 6 foot 1 inches of elegant black womanhood, 10 years my senior (though, like me, a post grad student) and with a heart big enough and kind enough to mother roughly half the planet. It doesn't surprise me that she, once again, has persuaded another subject to come and let us learn about them and their abilities. Another fairly common characteristic is that they've often had rough experiences in their lives.

"Hi Wand! Welcome back to the Ministry of Mysteries!" I chirp.

"Hello, Ginny. You know Doctor Tanya would kill you if she heard you call us that, even if most of the campus does? And you calling everyone else 'Muggles' doesn't help either!" I try to look contrite and fail abysmally. If they think we're all "weirdo, hocus-pocus merchants" (in the words of one professor I'd overheard) why shouldn't I label them as boringly mundane? The irony is that we are probably more cynical about much of the supernatural than most of the general population.

"Anyway, how are you? How's the love life?" she asks, genuinely concerned. My failure to form any kind of sustained relationship is a constant concern to her as she and her husband Jackson have been together for years and are still very much in love. The trips that Doc Tanya's research requires her to make are hard on them both.

"Meh! Same old same old," I reply. 

"Well perhaps if you would just settle on fishing just one side of the river, if you follow me?" We are back to my bisexuality, which she sees as either wilful indecision or just plain greediness on my part.

"If I didn't know you only had my happiness and best interests at heart I might be offended by that comment, Wand! Anyway, you know how it is: too many cute guys, too many sexy girls!" I complain.

She gives me a look so withering that any mother of a teenager would be proud of it, so I quickly change the topic "How's our new subject -- Freja?"

"It's pronounced 'Fray-ah'," she corrects my use of a hard J sound in the name. "And she's very nervous so be patient and gentle or we may lose her -- literally!" Her voice is a mixture of her usual motherly concern and, what, awe?

"Literally?"

"You'll see -- or hear when you interview her. Good luck and I'm off home to my man!"

"Is Jackson in luck today?" I ask, winking.

"Maybe, but not until after I've had a bath and a long sleep!" she yawns. "This one was haaaard work! Oh, and as she needs to stay at least tonight, I've put her in Dorm Room 3 next to your room; the other rooms have that plumbing leak. Her bag's in there already."

"Thanks, Wand. Go on, off you go. Sleep well and give my love to Jackson." I reply and enter the Interview Room as she walks away.

Sat on the armchair, no, curled up and squeezed into the corner of the armchair, is a small female. She has long, dark hair that falls forward hiding her face as she hugs her knees. She is wearing a dark blue, slightly ragged hoodie, with the hood thrown back, and worn, once black, jeans. On her feet is an old pair of walking boots, stained with mud and the laces frayed.

"Hello, my name is Ginny Anderson." I say in a friendly tone, "I'm one of Doc T's , sorry, Doctor Tanya Neal's, assistants and I'd like to talk to you, if I may?" I wait for a reply but she doesn't even react. So, using my ESM to project friendliness, calmness and all-round bonhomie, I sit on the armchair opposite her. I place my coffee on the low table between the chairs and flip open the folder to check the information, reading it aloud:

"Name: Freja Mause. Sex: Female. Age: 23." I'm surprised; with her slight build she looks much younger. "Height: 155cm... what's that; five foot?" I glance up as I hear a small reply.

"Five foot, half an inch, actually," she corrects me. Her voice, barely above a whisper, has a soft Scottish lilt that is quite lovely. 

I smile. "The half inch matters then?"

"O aye. When ye have nay many, even a half inch is important."

I laugh. "Good point! Weight: 55 kilos. Hair: Black," I glance up and notice the gleam of her hair: a very dark copper that gleams bronze where it catches the light. "No, that's not right: Dark Auburn. Your hair is a gorgeous colour" I say as I amend the information in the file. "Eyes: Blue." I look and see she has raised her head and is looking at me with two big, wide eyes of the most stunning clear pale blue above a delicate nose in a slim, heart-shaped face. "Sapphire!" I exclaim.

"What?" she asks, nervously.

"Your eyes: sapphire, not just 'blue'. Sorry, Wanda's lovely but she has no poetry when filling these forms in!" That gets a slight smile.

"Aye, she's very kind." 

"OH SHIT!" I yell. I had picked up my coffee cup without thinking, lifting it by the lid. Schoolgirl error; the lid has come off drenching my right leg in extra hot skinny latte. I leap to my feet trying ineffectually to brush the coffee off. I glance across at the empty armchair opposite, wishing I had some napkins to mop up the coffee. Empty chair: why is that odd? I look around to see if there is anything I can use to dry myself and my eyes fall on the folder and few scattered papers on the floor. I bend to retrieve them and read the name 'Freja Mause' and I look frantically around the room recalling Wanda's words "...we may lose her -- literally!"

"Freja? Freja? I'm so sorry that I shouted; I just covered myself in very hot coffee and it hurt. I didn't mean to scare you. Freja?" I look around the room but I cannot see her. I try to use ESM again, projecting feelings of calmness and reassurance, but without her to focus on it is difficult. I gradually become aware that she is standing by the door. How the hell had I not seen her standing there? Tanya's research had never suggested invisibility as a real, paranormal power -- that was strictly Harry Potter and Marvell superhero territory. How had this girl hidden in plain sight? "Please, come and sit down again," I say gently, trying to let my remembered feelings of calmness enfold her while beckoning her to the seat she'd vacated so incredibly.

I thought of my ability and that of other subjects we'd encountered over the years. Years of Zener Cards and remote sensing tests for ESP, ESM and precognition, relaxation and sensory deprivation experiments for various 'sixth senses', even highly sensitive scales and meters to detect telekinesis or fire-raising. In a lot of cases the same answer: nothing. At least, nothing when in any kind of controlled, observed situation. 

There were a few, however, and they all seemed to have three things in common. 

First, the abilities always seemed to relate to people, not things: sensing people, their moods and thoughts, or, like me, influencing people to make them think something or feel an emotion. 

Second, they were always quite subtle; so no true thought reading, telepathic messages, or mind control, but rather the feeling of something, sensing emotions, planting a feeling or urge, a vague thought that seemed right. Subtle but sometimes, as I had proved, surprisingly effective. 

Thirdly, the few subjects that had positive results were all female. Doc T has suggested that this indicates some link to the sex chromosomes as a genetic basis for these unusual abilities but hasn't tried to obtain any funding to research this. I think she is afraid of the reaction: "So why do you want to research the genetic basis of witches?" might be one of the more awkward questions from the funding board and she had enough of those already.

Freja hasn't moved, so I ask her again if she might sit down.

"Why can I nay open the door?" she asks, fearfully, "Why's it locked?"

Incredible! I'd not noticed her even as she'd been pulling on the door -- this is getting truly bizarre. "It isn't," I reply, "Well, it is, sort of, but you just have to press the green button on the right there and it releases the magnet that holds it shut."

She hesitantly turns and finds the door-release button, repeatedly checking over her shoulder to be sure I haven't moved.

"Try it," I encourage her. "Press the button and pull the door open but, please, come and sit down afterwards. I really, really want to talk to you."

She reaches out and presses the button. She flinches at the thunk sound the door makes as the magnet shuts off. I remembered my Grandma's saying, 'as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a rocking chair factory'; that's this girl for sure. She grabs the door handle and yanks hard, expecting the door to resist, and stumbles backwards as it flies open. I laugh a little and she glares at me, so I apologise quickly.

Eventually, satisfied that she is not trapped, Freja returns to the armchair. She makes herself small again, her legs curled under herself, but at least she now looks at me. Part-hidden by her hair all I see is her small nose, her mouth whose lips are pressed into a thin, straight line, and a round chin with a slight dimple. I can't help thinking that this girl is seriously cute!

I gather the dropped papers together and, just to settle her, I continue reading the notes. "Eyes: Sapphire. Age: 23," I marvel again that she is only three years younger than me; she looks 17 or 18 at most. "Is that correct?" I ask and she nods. "And you come from Malcody. Where's that, Scotland?"

"Aye," she replies, "In the Highlands."

"Sounds like a beautiful place to live."

"The countryside is; the people... less so." She exudes a weary sadness and I hesitate. I am dying to ask about her vanishing but the purpose of this first interview is primarily to learn her background and life story. 

I supress my curiosity for the time being and ask, "Freja, I would like you to tell me about your life, the people in it, places and events. It doesn't have to be every little detail, just those that stand out and you think matter. I'll ask some questions to get started but if there's anything you'd rather not answer then let me know and we can move on. Is that okay?"

She nods but is still cat-nervous.

"I'm going to turn on this recorder so I don't spend my time writing rather than listening to you properly. Are you okay with that?"

"Aye, I think so. I've never had anyone worry about listening tae me properly before. Ye an' Wanda are kind people."

"Thank you. So, can you tell me about your parents?" I ask gently.

"Mam died two years ago," she begins cautiously and her voice is close to breaking. "They, the police, said she was drunk when she got knocked down. She may ha' been, she drank a lot, but we'd had problems with the police afore." She is crying and this is not an ideal start to the interview.

"Freja, we can stop if this is too hard for you. I know what it's like to lose your mum." 

"Really?" she manages between sobs.

I nod. "It was a long time ago now; I was twelve and it was horrible."

"I'm sorry," she sniffs, "I'm sad she's gone but also angry with her for leaving me on ma own and I feel... " she stops, unable to continue.

"You feel guilty for being angry with her," I say gently and she nods. "It's understandable, Freja; I felt the same. Let's stop this and we can do it another time." I reach to turn off the recorder.

"Nay, dunna stop it. I can do this; I want tae do this." She is quiet for a minute or two and I use my ESM to help her calm and settle. 

She takes a breath and continues, "I n'er knew my dad. Mam had me when she were only 17. She left home tae see the world and met my father, Jack Mause, and ended up with him in a New Age hippy commune in England somewhere, Devon or Somerset maybe? She told me she changed her name to 'Dawnbreak Sunchild' -- it was better than Leslie she said. Anyway, she was in the commune. All free love and pot smoking, from what she told me, and she ends up pregnant with me. She said she was sure Jack was my father, not that it matters: the useless shite," she stops, afraid at having sworn. "Sorry," she whispers.

"Don't worry," I reassure her, "I'm sure in your situation I'd be using a lot worse than 'shite' to describe him!" I am rewarded with a first proper, though fleeting, smile.

"Aye, well he was a shite, because he just left Mam and she just fell apart. In the end she came home but wasn't very welcome there. People in the village, all staunch Presbyterians, had very strong views on unmarried mothers."

"Did she stay at home, with her parents?"

"Nay, not exactly. Grampa had a farm and there was a wee cottage on the edge of the farm; they made us live there and would nae let her come back in the home."

"What was your mother like?" I ask.

"Well, she dropped the 'Dawnbreak Sunchild' bit and became just 'Dawn' but she was still into the New Age stuff and dressed and talked like a hippy. She was always going tae be the outsider because o' me so she must ha'e thought she might as well live as she pleased." She fumbles at her collar and pulls out a silver pendent: a five pointed star in a circle about two centimetres in diameter; a pentagram. "This was hers. I wear it tae remember her."

"Was she Wiccan?" I ask, intrigued.

"Not really, she, we, were nay part of a coven. She read books and there were people she used to write to and receive letters from; she was what they call solitary. We'd celebrate some of the shabbats, the festivals, sort of, anyway. Watch the dawn at the solstices; at Easter and Halloween she'd say we were celebrating the pagan festivals the Christians had taken over, that sort of thing. It became more important to her over the years."

Freja is relaxing a little as she recalls all this and I strive to find a question to keep her talking. "So, did she follow Wiccan teaching? Or is it a philosophy?"

"I dinnay think Wicca is big on philosophy. Mam always said she believed in the Goddess and the Horned God and the threefold law. And she did try to follow the Wiccan Rede." She sees my look of incomprehension. "Whatever you do, good or bad, comes back to you threefold. The Rede is: 'An it harm none, do as ye will'. We are free to choose what we do but what we choose should cause nay harm tae ourselves, others, or the world. I try tae live by that too."

I think about the words. "That's a wonderful code to live by. Perhaps I should remember it."

"Aye, 'twould be a better world if more people tried to follow it. Mam always thought she was getting the three-fold payback for leaving home and, maybe, for having me, but she tried tae hold tae her beliefs, even though being different did nay make it easy for her."

"I can imagine." I sympathise. "And it must have affected you too; her being different?"

Freja gave a short, bitter laugh, "Ha! Ye have nay idea! 'Bastard child of the hippy bitch' was a name I'd heard a few times; even by the time I started school."

"So school was hard for you?" I ask and she nods. "Were you bullied?"

"Aye, teased and bullied. 'Cause o' my name and bein' small, I got called 'Mouse' all the time. Or more often 'Dirty Mouse', or 'Yuck, a Mouse', ye get the picture?"

"But never 'as cute as a mouse,'" I murmur. Oops! I hadn't meant to say that out loud! Freja looks hard at me to see if I am teasing her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say, I mean you're not..." I'm starting to blush, so I take a deep breath and started again. "I'm sorry, it's just, well, I think you are cute."

She bows her head and I hear a faint "Thank you."

I pause a moment, then ask, "What happened when you were bullied? Did it go on all through school?"

She nods again and looks at me, moving the hair from one side of her face for the first time. Perhaps my little slip has helped. Maybe I can use that in my defence when Doctor T reviews the interview; my antics in that very first interview haven't ever been quite forgotten.

"Aye, in school and out." She stops and I wait. Sometimes saying nothing is the best way to get answers.

"Like, at first it was only teasing and name calling; normal kids' stuff. Though I always seemed tae be the favourite target." She sighs, "But then someone tried to run me over when I was eight, at least that's what Mam and I thought at the time."

"What?" I ask, genuinely shocked that someone should attempt such a thing on an eight-year-old. 

"I was crossing the road on the way to school, I had run ahead of Mam, when this big car pulled out and started heading towards me." I could see from her expression that Freja was almost back reliving the incident. "The car had these big headlights, like eyes, and the front grille like a mouth and teeth. I thought it was a monster looking for me, tae eat me, and I just froze, hoping that it would nay see me, but it kept coming an' coming and I think I fainted. Mam saw me in the road after the car had driven over me but it had nay touched me.

"Mam complained tae the police and they talked tae the driver but he said he had nay seen any little girl in the road. I was nay hurt so the police ended up telling Mam not tae make things up tae cause trouble. Things got worse fae both of us after that."

I have an idea. "Freja, I'd like you to relax and think back clearly. You're eight again. You're crossing the road. Try to recall it, to see it all again. Can you do that?"

Her eyes are closed and she nods, "Aye."

"Okay. The car is coming towards you, getting closer. What can you see?"

"There're the big lights like eyes, the silver teeth in its grinning mouth, but there's a face behind that, a man, looking straight at me."

"It's getting so close now," I say, "where is the man looking?"

"At me! I want him and his monster to stop looking at me!" she cries. Something happens: she seems almost to flicker out of existence as, just for a moment, I cannot recall when the girl left. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, relax and think back. The name 'Freja' come to mind and when I open my eyes I see her curled up in the chair with her arms over her head.




The Girl Who Wasn't There Ch. 03



Calling her name softly I walk over to her as she lowers her arms. Sitting on the table I wait for her breathing to calm and I ESM project feelings of peace and contentment. Eventually she looks up at me and I gently brush the hair away from her face. "You can stop people from seeing you, can't you Freja? That's what happened with that driver; you tried to hide from the car monster and the driver couldn't see you!"

Fear clouds her face but she nods hesitantly. "Aye, 'tis true, though I did nae understand that at the time."

"Freja, that's amazing!" I tell her. "I've never heard of anything like it. When did you realize what you could do?"

"There was nay one thing exactly. At first I thought it was because I was good at hiding from bullies and the like because I was small and sneaky. I did nay always get away, ye ken, and I got my share o' welts and bruises.

"But one day after school, I must ha'e been about 14, I took a shortcut home because it was raining. I cut down an alley, but halfway down I heard voices. It was, well their names are nay matter, but I knew I'd be in for a kicking if they caught me. Trouble was there was naewhere to hide. All I could do was put my back against a wall and hope the rain would discourage them from anything too brutal. I remember closing my eyes thinking 'I'm nay here, I'm nay here!", but I knew I was. But they just walked past me, they were as near as you are now, but they walked past! I could nay believe it!"

"So is that when you knew you had this gift?" I ask.

"Not exactly, but from then I knew I could do something. I still dunna know what it is I do, exactly, but..." And suddenly I am wondering where Freja went and when exactly she left. I look around: I am on my own.

I shriek and almost have a heart attack as someone takes my hand and I see Freya there once again.

"Wow!" was all I could say as I looked into her face which was smiling happily. I found myself staring into her eyes. I realised what I was doing with horror: I was supposed to be interviewing her not falling for her, however cute and no matter how much she made me want to hug and protect her! "That was an incredible demonstration, Freja. Thank you but, please, stop disappearing from me!"

"I don't think I need to be afeared of you, Ginny. You're kind, like Wanda, and I feel safe with you." She is crying.

"What is it?" I ask anxiously.

"I have nay felt so safe for a long time."

I smile, pleased that she trusts me. "Look, I think we've covered enough for a first interview. Do you want to come and get a tea or coffee? Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving!" she replies.

"Good, I am too. We'll go to the canteen and get dinner," I glance down at my coffee stained jeans, "but I'll need to go and change first. I can show you your room at the same time, it's next to mine. We have four rooms where research subjects can stay." I lead the way.

She looks at me, confused. "You're nay a subject; you're a researcher aren't ye?"

I laugh. "I'm both, actually. Doctor Tanya let me stay in one of the rooms when I started my post grad work as long I continue to take part as a subject. I couldn't have afforded to take the Masters, or now to work on my PhD, otherwise." As we walk I tell her about my 'witchy power.'

"So, do ye use that power on people?" she asks, frowning.

"Yes, sometimes, but I've never done it to hurt someone, though if I'd been bullied like you, I might have." I admit.

"Did ye use it on me? Back there?" she gestures back along the corridor and the interview room.

"Yes, but..." she opens her mouth to say something but I talk over her, determined to explain before she can object, "I only used it to try and make you feel calmer: at the start and when I scared you by shouting or when you were afraid that you were locked in the room. I just projected feelings of calm and safety. As I said, it can be hard work and doesn't always work as well as I'd like."

"So, ye're no' making me trust you, making me like you?"

"No, I swear! Even if I could, what would be the point? I want you to trust and like me because, well, I'm a likeable, trustworthy person. At least, I hope I am, anyway." I smile at her. "I like you," I add. Her cheeks redden slightly and she dips her head, hiding behind her hair. I override my protective instinct to try to calm her or cheer her.

"Look, perhaps I can show you later; I still owe you for scaring the life out of me earlier!" She looks up, a small grin on her face. "Anyway, here is your room." She tries the door, which is locked.

"Have ye the key?" she asks.

"Um, no," I confess, "I assumed Wanda gave you one. Never mind, we can still get in. Follow me." I lead her to the next door down, my room, where I unlock the door. "Come in," I tell her as I enter and go to the bathroom door on the right, which I open. I lead the way through the second door in the bathroom into her room where a small, old and worn rucksack lies on the bed; it doesn't look very full. On the desk by the window is the room key, sporting one of those inconveniently large plastic key fobs with the room number engraved on it. She looks surprised that we're in her room.

"It's a shared bathroom," I explain as I hand her the key. "We normally use one of the rooms opposite for our guests but the bathroom there has a problem with the plumbing, so here you are. Don't worry; both doors can be locked from each side, so you can keep me out of your room and out of the bathroom when you're using it. Just don't forget to unlock my door once you've finished."

She nods and walks over to the bed, picking up her rucksack.

"There's hanging space and draws in the wardrobe there if you want to put your clothes away."

She gives a short "Ha!" and upends the rucksack. A couple of tee shirts, some panties, socks and a pair of jeans, even more worn than those she has on, tumble onto the bed. A shake of the rucksack and a toothbrush falls out, leaving it empty. "That should nay take long!" I don't quite know what to say to this but my protectiveness goes into overdrive.

"I, er, better go and change," I tell her.

In my room I kick off my shoes and strip my still damp jeans from my legs. In the wardrobe I pull out a clean pair of jeans and throw them on my bed. I start rummaging, wondering if there's anything Freja can use. The answer, of course, is not much: she is just so much smaller than me. However, I do find a couple of longish tee shirts, one dark green, the other black, which should be at least mini-dresses on her. I also find an Arran sweater, one that I managed to shrink the first time I washed it, and it looks about the right size for her. 

"Freja," I call, pleased with my finds, and she comes through the bathroom. She sees me without my jeans on and turns away immediately. "Oh, sorry!" I apologise, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just wanted to see if these were any good to you as you didn't get to bring many clothes." I hold out the items. I'm pleased that I managed to make the offer without suggesting that her rucksack contained all the clothes she possesses, something that I suspect might be the case.

She is hesitant but decides to accept. I hold up the green tee. "You might be able to wear this as a short dress, if you like," I suggest. "The green would go nicely with your hair." She holds the shirt against her body; it would be a very short dress! She thanks me as I try not to imagine how stunningly sexy she'd look in it, the little glimpse of her arse as the hem lifts when she bends... I swallow hard. "Maybe over some leggings if you're going out of your room wearing that," I advise, hoping my face isn't as red as it feels. "There's a black one too, and this," as I hand her the Arran. She takes it: it is soft and very warm.

"Thank you, Ginny, ye're very kind. Can I try it on?" she asks.

"Of course." She pulls off the hoodie she's wearing, treating me to a glimpse of her flat stomach and belly button as the shirt beneath rides up, which does nothing to dampen my excitement. Just the opposite, in fact, as I become aware of a definite wetness in my panties; I need to get a grip on my thoughts and stop this. I also need to get my jeans on before Freja notices the state I'm in. Before I can move, however, her hoodie is off and the sweater slips over her head in its place. Once it's on I can see it fits her well, just a little long in the arms. She smiles happily.

"Och, Ginny, thank you. This is lovely!" She pauses and then comes and kisses me on the cheek. She laughs, "Ye've gone all red again!"

"I'm glad you like it and the dresses. Just remember about the leggings with the dresses."

She picks up her hoodie and the tee shirt dresses and heads back to her room. I turn to get my jeans but just as she enters the bathroom she calls me and I look over my shoulder at her. "Ye've nice legs. I can see why ye don't mind showing them off," and she skips into her room as I stare after her, open mouthed. As I pull my jeans on I wonder which version of Freja I'm going to find harder to behave properly with: shy, vulnerable Freja, or the mischievous, playful Freja that I've had a few glimpses of. 

Once clothed again, I call, "Anyone ready for dinner?"

"Och aye!" comes her reply and she hurries from her room to me. "What?" she asks as she sees me grinning.

"I didn't know Scots actually said 'och aye'" I tell her and she sticks her tongue out at me.

"Aye, well, we do! Can we get some food now, please?"

We head to the canteen across the campus. This time of year the light is already fading and, despite the cold wind, the end of lectures means there are plenty of students and staff about, which I can see makes Freja nervous. I try to project a feeling of being protected and safe, which seems to help. She certainly looks less like a terrified mouse and looks around more in interest than fear. Once in the canteen we choose our food, which I charge to my staff card, and we find us a table in a secluded corner. Freja tackles a large plate of sausages, mashed potatoes and baked beans whilst I opt for lasagne. After a few minutes of determined eating she reminds me of my promise to tell her more about my ability.

"What do you want to know about my witchy power?" I ask.

She smiles. "Okay, what feelings have ye managed to make people feel?"

"Happiness and also sadness, I started doing those when I was a child. I didn't know I was doing it then; I just wanted to make people happy and they were! Or if I resented them being happy when I was down, they'd get sad. You know how selfish children can be. Mum's death was a bad time to be around me. Feelings of calm and peace you know about. In experiments here I also managed anger and fear. I made a friend at school feel cold on a hot day, just to prove my ability was real."

"What about love?" she asks.

I can't help smiling. "I wish I had a pound for every time I get asked that one!" I reply, not sure how to answer. "Well, I think it might be possible to make someone feel affectionate but not to a specific person. But what is love? What do you actually feel when you say you are 'in love'?" I shift uncomfortably, hoping she'll be satisfied with that answer.

"Well, what about physical attraction? You know fancying them? Wanting... sex?" I can't help the colour rising in my cheeks and Freja smiles. "Come on, what is it?"

I take a deep breath. "Yes, that's possible," I admit.

"Really? And ye did something like that tae someone?"

"I, er, have made two people kiss me," I confess, my cheeks burning. Why am I so embarrassed admitting this to her? "Both times it was to prove my ability. The first time was my best friend at school and she, quite literally, never spoke to me again. The second was the guy who first interviewed me as part of this research project."

An unexpected look of worry crosses her face. "Ye, ye have nay done that to me have you?"

I am offended by the suggestion that I would do such a thing to her. "No, of course not! That would be wrong, inappropriate!" God, I sound like old school Doc Tanya, I think to myself. It's at that point my subconscious taps me on the shoulder and draws my attention to what she just said.

"Freja, should I ask why you thought that I might have made you want to kiss me?" Now it is her turn to blush. "Sorry, forget I asked that: it's probably 'inappropriate' even to think about it, as Doctor Tanya would no doubt tell me. Do you want some pudding?" I ask in a clumsy, but nonetheless effective, attempt to change the subject.

We both have the cheesecake, which is one of the few things the canteen does really well. We fall into chatting informally, finding out about each other. We both suffer from undue parental influence on our musical tastes, with her its 60s folk music, Bob Dylan and the like from her mother, and for me it's 1980s new wave and electro-pop (don't blame me, blame Dad!). She likes tea and loves hot chocolate but hates coffee. She read Harry Potter when she was younger, as I did, and I tease her that her ability would give Harry's invisibility cloak a run for its money. She tries to suggest spells similar to my ability but none really fit.

"You know," I say to her, "your ability and mine might be linked, be similar in some ways."

"How's that?"

"Well, you can make people not notice you, ignore you to the point they cannot see you. You're making them not think something while I can make people feel emotions and even sensations like cold and thirst. So there are similarities. Doctor T will want to consider it, I'm sure. She'll probably want us to try and learn from each other; she's done that before. I spent a month with a woman who could read the emotions in others, ESP we call it, and neither of us managed it. I still try sometimes but nada!"

"I've nay else tae do. I can stay as long as ye'll have me." I smile happily at that.

I'm trying to think of a way to find out more about her wanting to kiss me, without being too blunt or sounding too needy, when she asks "Ginny, have ye a boyfriend?"

"No," I reply. Normally I would add, 'and no girlfriend, either' but I don't want... what? To upset her? No, definitely not. To have her throw herself at me? Well, actually I'd love that but I know that would be wrong, not to mention unlikely. She's vulnerable and a long way from home and, most importantly, one of our study subjects. "No one at the moment but I've had a few over the years. Wanda despairs at my inability to establish a long-term relationship. What about you?" I ask. "Have you anyone special?"

"I've nay had many close friends. There was one, Chris, last year." Shit; a boyfriend. That'll teach me to get my hopes up too soon. "A family from America rented a cottage down the road for two months. The parents were into genealogy, ye know, tracing their Scottish ancestors, and Chris and I became friends and we kissed and... stuff." Her cheeks redden. "Anyway, it ended when the family all went back tae the States," she concludes with a note of sadness. She looks at me with a little smile, "I hope we can be friends."

"So do I," I reply sincerely, burying my disappointment. We've long finished eating and the canteen is closing. I offer to take her on a night tour of the campus but she yawns and I realize that this has been a long, emotional and tiring day for her. "Perhaps a daytime tour tomorrow would be better," I suggest.

"Aye. Can we go back to our room?" she yawns and I slap down hard on the image that 'our room' conjures up as we head back. She doesn't bother going to her door, but just follows me into my room and cuts through the bathroom. I tell her she's welcome to use whatever she needs: toothpaste, mouthwash, soap, shampoo, whatever. She nods and thanks me, closing the bathroom door. I hear her moving around, water running; I am unable to do anything but sit at my desk listening. 

Then there is silence and I am just opening my laptop when the bathroom door opens revealing Freja in the green tee I gave her earlier. It works fine as a nightie but as I thought is too short as a dress, at least in polite company! Her hair is pushed back so she is no longer hiding behind it and it flows onto her shoulders. Her arms and legs are slim, the skin very pale, while the swells of her nicely rounded breasts are larger than I'd expected. The baggy hoodie and sweater had hidden them. Now they are emphasized by the fall of light across them from the nearby lamp. Looking at her like this I up grade her from 'seriously cute' to 'beautiful'.

"G'night, Ginny," she says. "Today was nay always easy but thank ye for looking after me."

"You're very welcome and it's been my pleasure. I'm glad we met. Sleep well, Freja." She turns to go. "Oh, Freja," I can't resist calling and she turns back, "You've nice legs, I can see why you don't mind showing them off!" She ducks her head shyly but there is a happy smile on her face as she heads off to her bed.

I'm tired but too wired and shaken up to sleep, so I try writing a few notes from the interview and emailing them to Tanya; she'll be impressed by my uncharacteristic efficiency in keeping her informed. I include some details of what Freja can do but, as I read them, I know she won't believe it until she sees it. I hit send and then sit there, trying to work out what's happening to me.

After some time, half an hour, an hour?, I open my diary app on the laptop, type my password and start trying to get my non-professional thoughts and emotions in order by writing them down:





The Girl Who Wasn't There Ch. 03



I stand and hold out my arms to her. She stares at me in disbelief, frozen to the spot, tears glistening on her cheeks. I take half a step forward and it is enough: she flies into my arms and we hug each other tightly. I can finally take a long shuddering breath and we stand, just holding on together, helping each other stay afloat on the sea of emotions in which we're adrift. 

I bend forward and kiss the top of her head, smelling the soft scent of her hair. She looks up at me and, instinctively, we kiss, softly. Our lips touch and meld; our mouths are barely open, our tongues do nothing and yet this is the most intimate kiss I can ever remember. Eventually, our lips separate. 

"Thank you, I've wanted tae do that since you touched me to brush the hair from my eyes," she tells me. She is radiantly happy and I am overwhelmed at the thought that her kissing me has made this beautiful, precious girl so ecstatic. "Ginny, can I sleep with you tonight?" she asks and sees the worry in my face. "Nea, not tae make love; I just want tae be with you. I dunna wanna sleep on my own, not knowing you're so near."

I take her hand and lead her to my bed. Turning back the covers I tell her to climb in. "I'll be with you in a minute," I tell her. I go to the bathroom to clean my teeth and undress, leaving my panties on and slipping on the shirt I wear in bed. As soon as I climb into bed she snuggles up to me. She is warm and I pull the covers over us and hold her. I am bewildered: how has this happened? More than that, how has this happened so fast? The idea of love at first sight: ridiculous, I tell myself, and yet... I breathe deeply, trying to still my whirling thoughts.

"Thank you, Ginny. I love you" Freya murmurs sleepily.

"I love you too," I reply softly and realize what love is: it is not the emotions: attraction, arousal, desire, lust, passion. It is that giving yourself to another and accepting them in return, an act of will and commitment to the future you will face together and, somehow, it is a giving and commitment I already want to make to this girl that I've only known a few hours. This realization is both terrifying and wonderful. I close my eyes and, somehow, fall asleep.

I awake in the grey winter light. I have slept well and deeply. We have shifted in the night and Freja is spooned against my back, her arm over my waist and her hand lightly resting on my stomach. It is Saturday, there is nothing to do today and we could just lie here like this all day if we chose. I let my mind drift, aware of Freja behind me. I feel peaceful and calm and safe: almost a floating feeling. A feeling of happiness grows, a bright joy filled with affection. It is a wonderful feeling but gradually an undercurrent of frustration and annoyance builds and the happy glow is clouded. I am just beginning to wonder at my odd emotions when I feel Freja move behind me.

"Damn it, I canna do it!" she complains.

My mind becomes focussed as the emotions vanish. "What's the matter, love?" I ask as I turn to face her.

"I was thinking on what ye said yesterday about our gifts being similar. I was trying to send ye my feelings but I canna do it."

Oh my God, could she? "Really?" I ask innocently. "What were the emotions? Some are easier to project than others." This last bit is true but I also don't want her to give up after one attempt; if she did fail.

"Oh, I was just trying tae make ye feel how safe and happy I felt, waking up here with ye this morning. It was such a lovely feeling I just wanted tae share it with ye!"

"Shit, Freja! I think you did it! I felt those feelings! Then you got all annoyed and frustrated. You really are amazing!" I give her a hug.

"Okay, let me try again," she asks excitedly.

I close my eyes and relax, trying not to think of anything, and wait. I start to become annoyed, angry at being there. Why can't she just do it, it's so frustrating! My eyes shoot open; is this how it feels on the receiving end of what I do?

"Anger and also frustration. Is that it?" I ask.

Freja gasps and sits up, "Bloody hell! I was thinking of the time the bastards at school stole ma clothes after PE. I was so furious but I couldn't stop it happening. I did it, I ESM-ed ye!" she says in awe and I smile happily as I sit up too. 

And with that we are kissing as we did last night but there is more excitement and passion this morning and I feel my arousal stir within me.

Freja breaks the kiss. "Ginny, what would it feel like if we shared our emotions and feelings as we kissed? I mean, both at the same time?" 

This is the sort of mad, impulsive idea which has caused such problems for me over the years, so of course in my turned-on state I immediately respond, "I don't know; let's try it and see!"

She grins and our mouths meet again. It's hard to manage so many things at once: to kiss and hold, to be aware of new feelings and emotions, to project an emotion and, of course, Freja just being here distracts me! Our kiss deepens and I feel my body start to respond. Now I start to use my ESM, as my hand slips behind her head, fingers caressing her, running though her hair. 

Suddenly I feel a tingling shiver in my head and neck that shoots down my spine and I become wet. I realize that it's my caressing of Freja's head and neck that I'm feeling. The warm glowing wetness between my legs increases and this is the sensation I project, making her moan into our kiss. My other hand cups her breast; her nipple is rock hard and my thumb circles it through the thin fabric. 

I feel her hand under my nightshirt, roaming over the skin of my back and sides, tracing arabesques of pleasure that I happily share back to her. "Oh fuck!" she gasps and climbs over to kneel, straddling my leg. As her pussy presses down onto my thigh I feel she is as hot and wet as me, her panties soaked through. I get a flash of sensation: bare skin rubbing bare skin and I know what she wants. In unison we grasp the hems of each other's shirts, pulling them up. As our hands meet above us, our shirts become a tangled mess that we toss aside, laughing.

We stare at each other's naked torsos. She is beautiful, small and slim with her long dark auburn hair almost black against her pale skin. Despite her size her breasts are only slightly smaller than mine, making her look full-busted; the aureoles are a delicate rose and the nipples a pale red.

"Ye're gorgeous," I hear Frja's voice speaking my thoughts and she edges along my leg to close the gap between us. Our arms are around each other again, hands exploring. Our tits mash together, nipples pressing hard into soft flesh. I bury my face into her neck, kissing it and giving little licks as I feel her pleasure. I shiver as she begins to rake my back and sides gently with her short nails. I feel her beginning to grind her pussy against my thigh and the shared sensation makes me gasp. I reach down to cup her tight, round arse cheek and pull her closer; she gets what I want and moves her leg forward so it presses into my crotch and I press back, my sopping panties mashing into my open labia as I squirm against her. 

We are both getting close: our breathing is in time, fast sharp breaths and mewls of pleasure. We each feel our own orgasm approaching but also our lover's, each further exciting the other. I suck on my little mouse's earlobe as I feel her teeth nip my shoulder. I feel my first orgasm, a hard, fast rush that catches my breath. I struggle to keep the sharing with Freja going, wanting her to know the pleasure she's giving me.

"Aiii!" she screams and I feel it too: longer and deeper than mine her climax ignites within her. My body responds with a second orgasm, stronger and more sustained, and my scream joins Freja's. I feel her buck and writhe; she too is cumming again or perhaps this is just the same, mega orgasm with lots of little peaks. I ignite again and reality ceases to exist.

I am lying on my side, breathing hard and drenched in sweat. I can hear someone else also breathing. I realise that I am tangled with another body, equally slippery with perspiration and I open my eyes. Freja, my darling little Mouse. Her eyes are closed and her normally pale cheeks are flushed pink while her hair is even darker, sweat-plastered to her forehead.

I kiss her nose and her eyes flutter open. "Hi, gorgeous," I say groggily.

She gives a slight groan. "What the fuck was that?" she asks. "Am I still in one piece?"

I laugh softly, still in the post-orgasmic cloud. "You're still whole and beautiful, my darling little Mouse," I reassure her.

She snuggles it to me. "Aye, though I'm sure I should nay be; that was... I canna describe it."

"The best orgasm ever?" she nods. "Me too! I think we both just experienced about half a dozen orgasms, our own and each other's. It was amazing, incredible and mind-blowingly awesome! I think that just about covers it."

"Aye, just about. When I touched you I knew what you felt, did you...?"

"Yes. Your witchy-powers are amazing!" This makes her laugh. "What?" I ask.

"Did ye know that many Wiccans holds that all love making is a sacred, magical rite? Was what we just did nay magical and sacred? We're a grand pair of witches!"

"This was the inaugural meeting of our coven then!" I tell her as reach down and pull the covers over us and we fall asleep again.

It's midday when we wake again. Freja takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. She wants us to shower together but I hesitate. "Freja, don't take this the wrong way but can we not make love again just yet?" I feel her upset hit like a slap: the ESM connection we started earlier is still there so I respond by trying to share what I feel. My heart is so full of love for her it almost hurts and I am on the edge of laughter and tears all at once. And I'm scared; scared that this will end too soon, that I will lose her just as I've met her. I don't know how much of this makes it through to her but she smiles even as a tear slips from her eye and runs down her cheek.

I look down, trying to find the words to say. "This morning was wonderful, amazing, perfect. Can we take it more slowly for the rest of today? I want to be your girlfriend, your best friend, not just a lover." I shake my head, wishing I could properly explain what I feel.

I look up as she laughs; there are more tears but her upset is gone and she radiates relief and happiness. "Thank ye, Ginny. I want to be all that tae ye as well and more. As tae making love: let's see if we can make love wi' out sex." She pushes her panties down, letting them fall and standing naked in front of me for the first time. She nods to me and I do likewise.

This is the first time we've seen each other naked and I relish the sight of her pale body and the short fine hair that covers her mound is as dark as that on her head. She is gorgeous and it would be so easy to take her back to bed as I would have done with past lovers. And that's when I know that this time has to be different; I never want to have to think of Freja as a past lover. So I take her hand as we climb into the shower together.

We touch, caress and hug as we soap and wash each other. I sense her thrill as she feels my hairless labia. Our physical intimacy and openness is mirrored in our sharing through our ESM which has become almost instinctive; when I feel a tickle on my back I share it with Freja and automatically she reaches round and gently scratches the itch before returning to rubbing shampoo into my hair. I feel the stiffness she has in one shoulder where she slept on it and I massage it to ease the tension.

Freja is right: there is no sex but we do make love and share a wonderful intimacy soaping and washing each other; okay, maybe it was sex, but of a gentle sort that leaves us both closer and at peace. Cleaner, too!

We dress each other and I feel her hunger alongside mine. "I know Mouse but please be patient. We can go into town and eat and I want you to get some more clothes." She is about to protest but I kiss her nose. "I've not got a huge fortune but what I have I want to share with you, and not just my cast-offs. So, will you let me?"

"Thank you, Ginny," she hugs me before reaching onto the bedside table to retrieve her pentagram pendent, dropping it over her head.

I reach into the cupboard and grab a motorcycle jacket and helmet, "Come on then, we need to see Aidan and borrow some things for you. Ever been on a motorcycle before?" I ask. Her eyes go wide as she grips the pendent round her neck and I feel her nervousness. "Don't worry," I reassure her, "It's not a huge beast of a bike and I'll be careful. We'll be fine."

Aidan is a final year Behavioural Sciences undergraduate that I got to know after he volunteered as a test subject. Nothing paranormal but he has a terrific empathy and intuition that had us wondering for a while. He also rides a motorbike and had a spare helmet and jacket that he'd bought for a now ex-girlfriend. As I knock on Aidan's door in the student halls, I hope he still has them to lend me.

The door opens and there is Aidan, seemingly auditioning for the 'Archetypal Student of the Year Award': Skinny with a straggly beard and slightly bleary expression, loose, not-quite-white tee shirt with some band logo on it and tatty jeans. He blinks at me a couple of times. "Oh, hi Ginny."

"Hello Aidan. Was it a good night?" I ask and he nods. "I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

"Nah, I'm just bumbling around putting off starting an essay that's due in next week." 

I feel Freja move to one side behind me as I say, "This is Freja: she's taking part in our research..."

He looks at her. "Hi," he says, a smile appearing on his face. "Oh, a little witch!" he adds, seeing Freja's pendent

"Hello, Aidan," she responds quietly.

"Are you going to the Halloween party in the Students' Union bar tonight?" he asks Freja and, remembering me, politely adds, "Either of you?"

Freja shakes her head and I tell him I'll be giving it a miss too. "I wanted to ask a favour, Aidan. Do you still have that spare helmet and motorcycle jacket?" 

"Yes," he replies slowly. "Why?"

"I wondered if Freja might borrow them so I can give her a lift into town." I ask, trying my most winning smile and he turns back into his room to look for them. "Perhaps we should ESM him to make him want to let us borrow them!" I whisper to Freja.

"Nay!" she replies, quite shocked, "That would be wrong: do nay harm, remember? Ye canna take away his freedom tae choose what tae do." I am about to tell her to lighten up when I realize she is right and that whether what we do is magic or not, I have to be responsible. She has more wisdom than I do. 

I kiss her forehead. "Thank you; you're a wise little witch!" She smiles. There's a slight cough behind me and Aidan is back with a white helmet and a black jacket with pale blue flashes on the arms. The look in his eyes tells me he saw the kiss.

"Here you go," as he hands the jacket over. Not surprisingly it is a little loose but as he comments, "Juliet was a little bit bigger than you." Fortunately, the helmet fits her well.

"Thanks, Aidan. We'll drop them back later, if that's okay." I tell him and Freja echoes the thanks.

Aidan hesitates then makes a decision. "Freja, you can keep them. Time I let someone else's girlfriend have use of these, eh, Ginny?"

Freja goes and kisses Aidan on the cheek. "Thank you, Aidan, and may your generosity be repaid threefold."

Aidan smiles. "You're welcome. And Ginny," he adds, "Now you've a witch in your department, maybe you'll get to see some magic!"

"You know, you could be right there!" I reply as Freja stifles a giggle.

With goodbyes said we head to the staff car park where in a sheltered corner is my motorbike. I climb on and back it out before telling Freja to get on behind me. She is nervous and hugs me tightly as I start the engine and kick it into first gear. "Are you okay?" I ask and she nods. "Just hold on and lean when I lean; don't try to stay upright as leaning into the turn is part of steering the bike, just like a bicycle. Okay?"

"I've nay ridden a bicycle but okay." I can feel her anxiety as I release the clutch and we move off. There's a long curving road from the car park to the main road and I find that if I project the feeling of leaning, Freja follows perfectly and we're soon humming along. She's still nervous but there's also excitement and the thrill of speed mixed in, even though we're doing less than 30 miles an hour. I share the buzz I get from riding the bike and the pleasure of her snuggled up behind me. It's a bright, cold, clear winter day: the bare trees, ploughed fields and open sky are lovely as we zip along a road so straight I wonder, as I always do, if it might have been Roman in origin.

Once in town we pile into the first coffee shop we find for lunch. We try to be discrete as we sit together; this may not be the wilds of Presbyterian Scotland but it's a provincial city and not as cosmopolitan and tolerant as it might be, despite the University nearby. However, we cannot help little touches, the way we look at each other and, as I hand Freja her hot chocolate, a quick kiss as she wraps her frozen hands around the hot cup. As a result, we do get some disapproving looks: two biker girls fairly obviously in love isn't something they're used to!

Suitably refreshed we hit the shops and Freja reluctantly agrees to let me buy her new jeans (two pairs but both black), a pair of leggings, an emerald green sweatshirt, new underwear and socks and a deep red warm long-sleeved shirt. We stop at a camping shop and buy a rucksack -- "How else are we going to carry all this on the bike?" I point out -- and a pair of gloves that she is very happy for me to buy, given how cold her hands became on the journey here.

Heading back to the bike she suddenly stops and drops the bags she's carrying. "Can ye wait here a minute, Ginny darling," she says, "I'll be right back!" and runs back, disappearing into a small side street. I'm tempted to follow but she did ask me to stay here and anyway the bags are heavy.

A minute eventually becomes 15 minutes and I'm starting to get cold and impatient when Freja trots back, smiling happily. I look at her quizzically but she just picks up the bags and says, "Let's go then."

"You cheeky..." I say as she runs off. Our chase doesn't last long and in the seclusion of the car park she pulls me into a long deep kiss. I can feel her passion and excitement and as we separate she reaches into her pocket to pull out a small black box that she hands to me.

I hold it, looking at her. "Are ye going tae open it then?" she asks impatiently.

The box hinges open and inside is a pendent: a pentagram like she wears but smaller and much simpler: a circle of silver wire through which more wire has been woven to form the five-pointed star. I look at her in amazement. "I did have a wee bit o' money and, well, I explained to the woman in the New Age shop that I had fallen in love wi' the most beautiful wonderful girl in the world and I wanted tae buy her a pentagram pendent as a gift 'cuz she was a witch too... Well, she suddenly realized that there was a special 37% discount on this very thing! I wish I could have afforded to buy ye something bigger, but..."

I am so touched by her gift I can barely speak. "My darling beautiful little Mouse, it's perfect!" And it is: its simplicity and honesty is so appropriate somehow. "Thank you!" I say and I cannot hold back the tears as I hug her.

She helps me put the pendent on and my eyes dry as we get ready to leave. It is already getting dark as we climb back on the bike. "How about we get a pizza delivered and then cuddle up on the bed to watch a film when we get back?" I ask. She doesn't answer in words but her happiness and contentment flow into me.




The Girl Who Wasn't There Ch. 03



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I save the file and close the laptop lid quietly. I finger the pentagram pendent round my neck; I never take it off even, like now, when it is the only thing I'm wearing. I turn to look at Freja, still fast asleep after our lovemaking earlier; her pendent nestled between her breasts. I am grateful to Wicca's Goddess and Horned God and whatever other powers have kept us safe so far and I ask their blessing that it will continue as I gently climb into bed.



The Girl Who Wasn't There Ch. 04



Welcome to Part 4, the penultimate instalment of this five part story of the adventures of Ginny, a girl with an unusual psychic ability and her even more amazing girlfriend, Freja. This part immediately follows on from Part 2 so to make sense, you really need to read Parts 1, 2 and 3 first – Part 1 can be found at:

http://www.literotica.com/s/the-girl-who-wasnt-there-ch-01

I remain indebted to my brilliant editor ArilynWriter for her hard work, encouragement and polishing of these stories: many thanks Arilyn.

Feedback is always appreciated and any comments and constructive criticism are always informative and encouraging.

This chapter is shorter than the previous one as the story moves towards its conclusion. I hope you enjoy it...

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It has been a busy fortnight, so no late night writing. At lunchtime two weeks ago Freja overheard someone in town asking about two girls on a motorbike who might be looking for casual work. That was enough and that evening we were back on the road. We headed south-west, which we knew was somewhat risky as that was heading back towards the University but we gave it, and the nearby towns, a wide birth. 

We did get to visit Stonehenge though, which pleased Freja. She was disappointed that we couldn't walk amongst the stones, something that my Dad told me people were allowed to do when he visited the monument as a boy. We arrived early, so it was quiet with few other visitors. It is an amazing place, primitive and otherworldly at the same time.

And now we're in a small bed and breakfast in a little Wiltshire village that, by chance, is run by two gay men who automatically offered us a double room. Unfortunately, it's quite expensive so unless we can find some work we won't be here for long.

I was too tired last night, but tonight I'm restless to continue our tale once more. There is no break this time, no intervening years or weeks or days, but on to the next day, Sunday, that was also Halloween, or Samhain as Freja calls it. (Actually, she calls it 'Sawin', which is how it's pronounced, apparently – that's Gaelic for you!). 

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CHAPTER 4 – "The Mouse that Roared"

We wake spooned together again, but this morning I'm curled around Freja, her naked skin warm and soft against mine. I can hear her breathing soft and slow as she sleeps. I realize that this bed has changed from 'my bed' to 'our bed' and the thought gives me a warm, happy feeling inside. 

She shifts, taking a deeper breath and my hand brushes her nipple gently. She gives a little "mmmm" sound and wiggles her bum against me. I don't know if this is deliberate or if she's even properly awake but I feel the tingle of arousal. I run my fingertips along the underside of her breast and realize that some of the sexual excitement I'm feeling is hers. I lean my head in and gently run my tongue over her earlobe before softly sucking it.

"Mmmm," she sighs, "'tis a bonny way tae be woken up. Everyone should have a horny girlfriend as an alarm clock!"

I give her ear a little nip as she slides her hand across my thigh. She turns to face me and our lips meet. Our ESM, our Extra-Sensory Manipulation, which allows us to project our feelings and emotions so that another experiences them as we do, now works instinctively meaning that every touch and caress and feeling gets shared, doubling our arousal and excitement. Our mouths meld together, tongues exploring and intertwining but I know where I want to put my tongue, know that I want to taste Freja. I remember the sensation of licking and being licked, a tongue slipping between wet, swollen labia, the taste...

"What do ye want, my love?" Freja asks. "Ye're thinkin' o' summat that's turning me on like crazy – what is it?"

"I want to lick you, taste you, and eat that cute pussy of yours!" I reply.

"Oh, darling!" she gasps and lays back. I sit up and the covers slip off, the cold air of the room giving us goose-bumps. However, we're both too turned on to care and our passion keeps us warm. I straddle her legs and kiss her lips, then move down. I kiss her neck and shoulders then the tops of her beautiful full breasts. My tongue traces her aureoles and flicks across her nipples, making her shudder as I feel the echo of her sensations in my own breasts.

I run my tongue along the soft crease below each breast, savouring the slightly salty taste of her skin and glance up to see her licking her lips as I share the feeling. Downwards; I cannot stop tasting Freja's skin and my tongue leave a snail-trail line down her stomach till I reach her belly button, that cute, sexy dimple I had first glanced on Friday as she took her hoodie off. Two days ago? So much has happened...

I run my tongue around her belly button the poke it in, wriggling it. The weird, but pleasurable sensations she shares with me mean I continue doing this. By the feel of it, her belly button seems to be hotwired to her pussy. Oh wow...

Her moans and gasps increase as her first orgasm sweeps through her and I share her pleasure. As it subsides I finally manage to remember where I'm headed. My lips trail quick little kisses down her abdomen and onto her mound. The short, fine hair is damp with her wetness and I get my first subtle taste: it is all I had hoped it would be.

Cunnilingus has always been a favourite form of lovemaking, but the thought of my tongue entering the most intimate places of this beautiful, wonderful girl turns my insides to jelly. My tongue runs through her short hair till it brushes the top of her inner labia. At the touch Freja spreads her legs wide, opening and offering herself to me.

My head lowers and my tongue slips between her deliciously wet lips and I taste her fully. The taste of her, the way my tongue is engulfed by her womanhood, that I am doing this to the girl I adore, her low moan of pleasure, and the electric thrill of my lick that she shares with me through our gifts all collide and to my amazement I am cumming hard. I drive my tongue deep into her and my top lip presses her stiff little clit and with that the feedback loop of orgasm triggering orgasm starts as it did yesterday. This time, however, I have the delicious added pleasure as I feel her juices flood into my mouth, lifting my ecstasy to new heights.

My world becomes one of pure pleasure, my body singing in orgasmic bliss. And my beautiful one is part of that too, her own melody of sexual release playing alongside mine. Crescendo is reached, our cries echoing off the walls before leaving us entwined and panting in the ringing silence that follows.

I flop onto my back and gasp a 'Thank you' to Freja, the world, and any listening deities, that such wonderful lovemaking, such pleasure exists and that I have shared it with this girl. Freja moves, crawling around till her face appears upside down above mine. She kisses me deeply then runs her tongue over my cheeks and chin, cleaning her cum that has spattered my face.

She smiles at me. "Mmmm, ye seemed to like the taste of me so much I just wanted to try it fae mysel'. It's no bad, but..." She continues to crawl moving down my body. In my post climactic, brain-addled state I do not realize what she's up to until she licks the full length of my slit, button to perineum. It is too much and the sensation is so intense as to be painful.

"Nooo!" I gasp as my hips buck. I cannot help passing this pain onto Freja and she pulls back immediately.

"Och, I'm so sorry my darling! Sorry, sorry, sorry." I raise my arms to her and we cuddle as the feelings pass.

"Sorry, Freja. I know you wanted to eat me, but I'd just cum so hard and the feelings were all just too much. It was amazing though – and fuck do you taste good!"

"Thank ye – I like the taste of ye better, though. Next time ye're first on the menu!"

"Deal!" I say as we snuggle together. The air and our skins are heavy with the scent of our lovemaking and as we start to feel the chill we once again go hand-in-hand to shower together.

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We sit together in the canteen having a very late breakfast. As Freja cuts a piece of black pudding and pops it into her mouth it occurs to me that our sharing by ESM is now almost constant and instinctive. I don't like black pudding (it's made with blood for goodness sake!) but the enjoyment I'm getting from Freja as she chews happily makes me want to take a bite! It's a bit weird, but I wouldn't lose a moment of this link we have, any more than she would. 

As we come to the end of breakfast I can sense there's something she feels awkward about but I don't push it. Eventually the small talk ends and she gets serious.

"Ginny, ye know what today is?"

"Sure – Halloween."

"Aye, but in Wicca its Samhain: the last and most important festival of the Wiccan year. It's the day to remember those who have died. I... I want tae remember Mam. Somewhere outside, with nature around, ye ken?"

I hold her hand. "Of course we can. There's the heathlands south of the city, we can take the bike and go there. When do you want to go my love?"

"Can we go and maybe watch the sunset? That feels right."

"Okay, our little coven of two will celebrate Samhain. I need to get a bit of work done for a couple of hours then we'll go to the heath and perhaps eat in town on the way back?"

She hugs me and we head back to our room, me to marking some essays that I really need to return to students and Freja curled up on the bed reading my dog-eared copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone that she found on the bookshelf.

Later that afternoon we head out on the bike up to the heathland. The weather has stayed clear and cold and the heath is all browns, oranges and dark golds as we ride up to Grey Twins Tor, an Iron Age monolith near the centre of the heath. We park up and I lead her the last half mile on foot from the road to the Tor.

"Och, Ginny, what a perfect location. Thank you," she says as she sees the stones. We sit on the fallen one of the three stones looking westwards between the other two stones, the Twins, that are leaning, but still upright.

"Do we have to do anything?" I ask.

"Enjoy it: the sky, the heath, the setting sun, and being here, and thank the Goddess and the God for it all. And I shall remember Mam and thank the God and Goddess for her life and the life she gave me."

It is beautiful and peaceful and it is easy to feel close to the divine, Freja's Goddess and God. I find myself remembering Mum, and for the first time, more in gratitude for what she'd done than with anger at her leaving me all those years ago. There is sadness still; sadness that I hadn't had the chance to get to know her as I grew up. I wish her well, whatever comes after, wherever she is now.

As the sun became a burning, brilliant line through the rising mist on the horizon our hands meet and clasp. The sun disappears and Freja turns to me, saying quietly, "Blessings of the new year, Ginny love."

I slip my arm around her, "and a happy new year to you too Freja Mouse, my darling girl. Thank you, this has been lovely; I feel... very at peace, and very deeply in love." I can feel her becoming chilled as the air cools quickly. I kiss her. "Come on, we passed a pub on the edge of the heath that does food and we're both staving. Let's go and have our Samhain feast."

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When I wake the next morning it is from that same deep and peaceful sleep that I enjoyed the last two nights. This happiness is short lived as I glance at the clock: 8:26. "Shit!" I gasp.

"Wassup?" mumbles Freja groggily.

"I'm late!" I explain." I've a meeting with Tanya at nine o'clock!"

Freja shimmies out of the bed and grabs my hand. "Come on, love, shower quickly!"

"Pity, I like showers with you," I complain.

"I did nay say shower on your own! Just quickly together!" she laughs.

It was a quick shower and only twice as long as if I'd been on my own. However, we are out of the door at ten to nine, me to head for my meeting and Freja to go and find breakfast. Fortunately, the canteen is en route to Tanya's office though, as agreed, we won't hold hands or hug on the way. I also have to find some way to confess our relationship to Tanya in a way that doesn't trigger a several megaton explosion!

Halfway to the canteen I hear my name called. As we stop and turn, a group of students jostle past and Freja instinctively draws against me. Just then I see Wanda heading towards us and I feel Freja relax. Wanda stops short of us, studying us intently and with a look of intrigue on her face.

"Ginny girl, what you gone and done?" she asks. By the sounds of things she's spent some time with her West Indian relatives as her accent is always more pronounced afterwards.

"Sorry?" I ask while I remember how, even without ESP, she has a ton of empathy backed up by a very sharp mind. My stomach is full of butterfly nervousness.

"Ginny, I may not have any ESP or psychic fireworks in my head, but I got eyes! I left a little terrified girl with you on Friday an' today... I've seen newlyweds less obviously in love! Damn, girl, what were you thinking? Tanya..."

"I know, I know. She's going to go ape shit isn't she?" I say despairingly.

"Wanda, it wasna just Ginny. It was as much me, ye ken? I love her so much." Freya puts her arms around me. "And I can do what she can do too; her witchy ESM thing!" she adds proudly.

Wanda looks at me and I nod. "It's true. She's getting very good at it too; with me, anyway." I feel both my own and Freja's cheeks burning. Wanda shakes her head.

"I really don't want to know!" replies Wanda, an all-too-knowing smile on her face. "Okay, Ginny, DON'T say anything about you and Freja falling in love, whatever you do. Let's tell her what the lovely Freja can do and, well, we'll see what happens. Okay?" Freja and I nod.

"Is... is Doctor Tanya no as perceptive as ye, Wanda? Will she nay notice?" Wanda and I both smile.

"She's a bit better than she used to be," I tell her, "but I'll be careful. Anyway, as Wanda says, when she hears about your vanishing ability and the ESM, she'll be too excited to notice."

The three of us head off together, leaving Freja at the canteen as we pass. We don't kiss, but as I turn away I feel her projected feeling of her lips against mine. I smile and send the same back realizing she's getting very good at ESM.

Wanda knocks on Tanya's door and we enter. I make a beeline for the coffee machine wishing there'd been time for breakfast, though perhaps given how nervous I feel missing breakfast might be just as well. I prepare three cups and pass them around, adding extra sugar to mine as I feel I need the energy boost.

As soon as I sit Tanya begins. "I received your email, Ginny, and your notes, Wanda, about this new subject Ms Freja Mause. If what you both say is true then we've found someone with an amazing psychic ability. Can you both go over your experiences for me?"

Wanda starts, quickly relating how she went to Scotland following information from Jake Green, he of my first and infamous interview, who is now part of Edinburgh University Parapsychology Department. He had, somehow, heard of Freja, but was unable to interview her and so he tipped off Wanda. 

Wanda now outlines the nervous, almost terrified girl she encountered once there and the minor miracle she'd had to perform just to persuade her to talk. On two occasions Freja had 'vanished' and Wanda had found herself walking out of her house wondering what she was supposed to be doing.

Curiously, it was the suggestion that she could come to here to Wessex Uni that had caught Freja's interest. Tanya, correctly I believe, suggests that she saw it as a way to escape. 

"I have to say, though, Ginny has done brilliantly with Freja and has really made a connection with her," Wanda says in conclusion. I bite my lip to supress a giggle but I have to applaud Wanda's brilliant comment; at a stroke she's helped explain to Tanya how Freja and I will appear together.

Tanya now asks me to detail what I have learned and I run through my interview and some highly edited events of the weekend (all the really good bits, the love and the love-making, were definitely out!). I explain that I think her ability to disappear seems to be her making others lose interest in her. I finish with, "Apart from the vanishing, which is both real and amazing, Freja also seems to possess ESM too or, rather, has found she has it." Tanya is surprised and Wanda, bless her, pretends to be.

"How did she find out?" Tanya asks.

"She tried to do it, off her own bat. I had suggested that her ability might be related to my ESM so she... she just went for it! She thought it hadn't worked at first, but I had been feeling, well, strange. We've been practising since and she's got good, fast!"

"And can you also vanish?" asks Tanya with a wry smile on her face.

"Um, I've not actually tried..." I reply nervously, looking down and feeling that I've cocked up.

"Chill, girl," says Wanda, "you've only had two days. Doctor Tanya is winding you up!" 

I look at Tanya and she's smiling, "Of course I'm teasing you, but it's something else to investigate. Now, I'd like to meet Ms Mause. Would it be better if either of you were there, given how nervous she might be?"

Wanda and I glance at each other. "We'll talk to her and see what she wants," says Wanda.

Ten minutes later I'm sat in the canteen with my Mouse, Wanda, and (blessedly and at last!) a bacon roll. We talk and Freja agrees to be interviewed by Tanya on her own, but on condition that I am outside in case it becomes too much. "I think it may be easier tae do my vanishing if I'm a bit nervous and I'll nay be nervous if ye're with me Ginny," she says.

So we meet Tanya at her office and the three of us head to the interview room. As we part I nearly kiss her without thinking but manage to cover it as just a hand on her shoulder and leaning forward to say, "Don't forget about the green button if you need to get out!"

"Aye, I'll remember," she replies as we move apart.

I spend the next hour sat on the unspeakably uncomfortable chairs that seem the standard in institutional corridors everywhere. I think I doze because the thunk of the magnetic door lock startles me and I am slightly disorientated. I leap to my feet and Freja bounces through the door and into my arms and we kiss automatically.

"Is there anything else I should know that you left out of your briefing, Ginny?" Tanya's voice turns me cold.

"Oh shit," I whisper and I feel Freja tremble. 

Tanya holds the door open and gestures back into the interview room. "Shall we?" she asks.

Freja and I share the armchair she first sat in. It's quite large, but she still has to sit half on my lap; I guess at this stage our cuddling won't matter. We wait for Tanya to speak.

"Ginny, what are we going to do with you?" she sighs. "Okay, Ms Mause's abilities are astounding; her disappearing unprecedented and her ESM nearly as good as yours, Ginny. And I agree with you, I think both abilities are linked and that you might also be able to do both... Oh, damn it, Ginny, what is it with you and sex?"

I'm trying to think of a reply when, to my astonishment I hear, "That's nay it!" Mouse almost shouts. "We fell in love, Doctor," she continues, more quietly, "almost the moment we met. I dinna ken if ye can understand or believe that, but 'tis the truth anyway. Ginny did nay take advantage of me, she would ha' done nothing if I had nay told her how I felt."

Tanya looks at me hard and I nod to confirm what Freja has said. "Nevertheless," Tanya says sternly, "I don't see how I can let this go."




The Girl Who Wasn't There Ch. 04



"But... I..." I stammer, unable to explain myself and just knowing that Tanya is building up to dismissing me. I feel Freja's arm tighten around me as she experiences my fear.

"I'm sorry Ginny..." she begins.

"Ye know that if Ginny goes, I'll go too? I'll nay stay here wi' out her!" I can scarcely believe the strength and determination in Freja's voice.

Tanya seems curiously unperturbed, "Ms Mause, who said anything about Ginny going? I was simply going to say that I would have to give her a verbal warning about this. I'm prepared to accept that the attraction was mutual and that Ginny was trying to do the correct thing until you made your feelings clear. Nonetheless, this situation is far from ideal for our research; Ginny is no longer an impartial observer, so Ms King and I will have to conduct all future interviews and tests."

Relief washes over me and Freja slips off my lap and says quietly, "Thank you, Doctor. I'm sorry for misunderstanding ye." I stand and we both head for the door; as I'm about to follow Freja out, Tanya calls to me.

"Ginny, I'm sorry. Forget the warning, it was my frustration speaking; you've been a good friend to me, I know. And I may not be the world's expert on relationships, but there is something special between you two, isn't there?"

"Yes," I reply simply. "She is... perfect. How are you and Marie?"

"Oh, we're very good, thank you. She's always so fascinated by our research and the," her voice drops to a whisper and her cheeks colour slightly, "the sex is fantastic! Thank you for all you did."

"No problem!" I smile. "Thank you for understanding about Freja and me; I'm sorry it screws up the research."

"No, it doesn't really, it just gets me more involved than I otherwise would be, so you might have to cover some of the basic Departmental administration duties and paperwork for me. You'll also probably need to become more of a research subject for a while; I was serious about you trying to learn that disappearing ability of Ms Mause's."

I nod as I leave and find Freja waiting for me outside and we cannot help but hug each other in relief. "Freja, that was amazing, the way you stood up for me and shouted at Tanya."

"Aye, well, ye're very special, Ginny. I could nay have her pushing ye aboot. Ye'd ha' done the same for me."

"I certainly would, my darling Mouse. It looks like we're both going to be research subjects for a while, I've to try and learn your vanishing trick."

"Oh, goody!" she exclaims. I look at her quizzically and she nuzzles into my neck to whisper, "Well, I learned ESM when we were in bed together!" We're both laughing as we head back towards our room.

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I save the file and close the laptop. There is more I need to write, but I cannot do so now: it is too hard and painful. I slip into bed to curl my body around Freja's, my brave, fearsome little Mouse who protected me as I would have to protect her. Hush now, I tell myself, we're safe here, but sleep comes slowly.



The Girl Who Wasn't There Ch. 05



Welcome to Part 5 of 'The Girl Who Wasn't There'. This is the final installment of the story of Ginny, a girl with an unusual psychic ability, and her even more amazing girlfriend, Freja. This part immediately follows on from Part 4 and so, to follow it properly, you really should read Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 first - Part 1 can be found at:

http://www.literotica.com/s/the-girl-who-wasnt-there-ch-01

Feedback is always welcomed and any comments and constructive criticism are helpful, informative and encouraging. Feedback on the series as a whole would also be greatly appreciated.

This chapter is a little different to the previous chapters but I hope you enjoy it and find it a fitting conclusion to the story.

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And now I come to the final and hardest part of our tale. The three weeks since Tanya found out about the relationship between Freja and I had been almost idyllic. We were together and could openly be a couple, able to spend lots of time with each other during the day and, of course, all night! If only it could have lasted...

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CHAPTER 5 - "You've got to get out, quickly!"

I sit across the room from Wanda, willing myself not to be there. The phrase 'I'm not here' echoes repeatedly through my head. I try thinking 'You can't see me', then 'Don't think about me' but Wanda just sits there looking at me as I have failed - yet again - to disappear. In the end the only thought in my head is 'I want to go to the pub... for a drink... with Freja." This doesn't seem to happen either.

"Fuck! I can't do it Wanda!"

"Maybe you need to relax more?" Wanda suggests.

"Wanda, the first time Freja knows that she disappeared, she was an eight year old who thought she was being attacked by a car monster. The next time, she thought she was going to be beaten up by a gang of kids. Somehow, I don't think relaxing comes into it, do you?" Wanda sits in silence at my sarcasm. "I'm sorry, Wanda, it's my frustration speaking."

"Oh, don't worry, girl. I know you feel under pressure from Doctor Tanya to succeed at this. However, if fear is the key, how do I make you scared?"

I laugh. "Sorry Wand but you are simply not scary!" She tries to look stern but gives up and smiles.

"Okay, I'm not. So what do we do? Steal your clothes and leave you in the middle of the campus? That would give you an incentive not to be seen; lots of fear too!"

"Butt naked in the middle of November? I think not: I'd get frostbite!"

She laughs. "Actually it's been very mild for the time of year, so you'd just get a bit chilly; and running would keep you warm! I'm sure Freja would like to see you..."

"I'm sure she would. She'd probably find it bloody hilarious, but no!"

"What about hide and seek?" Wanda suggests.

"Hmm, maybe. At least I'd have a reason to not want to be seen. Not very scary though."

"I've got it: Paintballing!" she exclaims. "You know: that game in the woods where they use those guns that fire little pellets of paint. My husband Jackson went to an event thing a couple of months ago as part of a stag weekend; he said it felt very real at times, like you were in real danger. Can hurt like hell when you get hit, though: he had quite a few bruises afterwards."

I nod, smiling. "I love it: paintballing as part of paranormal research! Will you suggest it to Tanya or shall I?"

We wind up the session, agreeing that Wanda will speak to Tanya, and I head back to my - or rather our - dorm room, hoping that Freja will be there already. I look down the corridor and there ahead is one of the few people on campus that I detest: one Marcus Miller PhD, lecturer in History, born again Christian and self-appointed head of the anti-moral corruption brigade that consists of him and a dozen or so like-minded halfwits. I have encountered him a couple of times when he barracked Gay Soc and LGBT events and he's been known to reduce the targets of his tirades to tears. He's seen Freja and me a couple of times hand in hand and the look on his face the last time suggests that he thinks I am seducing a poor, innocent first year student into lesbian depravity.

He and a couple of his cronies are headed towards me, in animated conversation. I move to the side of the corridor, pressing myself against the wall and desperately hoping they won't notice me. His eyes slide across me but there's no recognition; perhaps the discussion he's having puts me beyond notice. I heave a sigh of relief as he continues past me, wishing that I had cracked Freja ability.

I move off down the corridor and bump into Aidan. "Hi," he says, "have you just had a run-in with Mad Marcus?"

"No, he didn't notice me, thankfully: too busy talking to his cronies."

"Really? I overheard him just now talking about how he'd seen 'that pervert woman in Parapsychology preying on young students' when he walked past me. I sort of assumed he meant you - sorry, no offence."

"None taken: he probably did mean me but he missed me anyway. His omniscient God must have been on a tea break."

"Perhaps it was your Harry Potter cloak of invisibility!" he laughs but the suggestion sends a shiver through me. "How's Freja getting on, riding pillion?" he asks, distracting me.

"She's actually enjoying it, provided I keep the speed reasonable. Thanks again for the helmet and jacket."

"You're welcome. Sorry, I must dash: I'm late for my lecture. See you round." He hurries away with great long strides and I head to our room.

When I enter our room I see Freja sat on the bed and she gives me her usual warm smile before glancing across the room. However, I feel her nervousness and - embarrassment? - projected to me. I follow her gaze and I'm surprised to see Tanya sitting there in the desk chair. "Oh, hi," I say, going to sit next to Freja. "Is... is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything fine," Tanya reassures me. "Freja has been kind enough the share some details of the extent to which your Extra-Sensory Manipulation operates between you."

I feel the spike in Freja's embarrassment and the tingle of her arousal tells me what she's told Tanya. Knowing how awkward Tanya is likely to be when talking about sex, I decide to deal with it directly. "You mean using ESM when we're making love to share each other's feelings, sensations and arousal?"

"Er, yes," says Tanya, a little bashfully, "How did you know? This isn't telepathy is it?" she asks suspiciously.

"No, I worked it out from the feelings Freya was ESMing me. It isn't only during sex, you know?" Freja chips in her agreement with this.

"I know," concedes Tanya, "but it seems very, er... strong at such times."

"Aye, ye have to admit that's true, Ginny!"

"Yeah, I guess it's true but Tanya, where are you going with this? What do you want, a demonstration?" I feel Freja's excitement as a tingle in my pussy. "You do want a demonstration!"

Tanya is bright pink. "I... it's just... well I..." she stammers.

"'Twas my suggestion, Ginny," admits Freja, "not to watch us but I thought she could, you know, look away or be next door and we'd just include her in the ESM, so she could feel what it's like."

I can feel Freja's excitement and I wonder how much of this idea is hers. I have to admit though, there is part of me that that is thinking 'This could be fun!' and Tanya does have a very sexy side, so finding out how much this affects her could be interesting. I find myself smiling. "Okay, let's see if it works!"

We start with some simple experiments. Tanya sits with her back to us rather than next door as I know seeing the person helps with projecting ESM. We take it in turns to touch each other, with the one being touched projecting the sensations and emotions to the other two. The first few caresses of arms and legs don't seem to register on Tanya. My tongue running up Freja's neck and her earlobe being sucked brings an intake of breath from both her and Tanya. Freja's squeezing of my nipples brings a bigger gasp from Tanya than from me!

Freja and I are now both very turned on; the feeling of her wetness mirrors my own as Freja pushes me down onto the bed. She straddles my leg and our thighs press against each other's pussies. All three of us moan or gasp as we all feel the seam of Freja's jeans press exquisitely against the hard nub of her clit.

Freja's hands are busy opening my blouse as I unbutton first my jeans and then hers. Her hands slip into the cups of my bra, squeezing and caressing my tits. I reach up and slide the bra straps from my shoulders. She leans forward as she pulls the cup down and her mouth latches over my nipple, sucking, licking and gently nibbling. Three sets of moans can be heard as I project out the feelings. Freja breaks off for a moment and we are tugging at each other's jeans and panties.

Within a minute we are both naked and fall back together onto the bed, kissing and caressing. Freja is in a dominant mood and rolls me onto my back, kneeling to one side. She resumes kissing and sucking my nipples while my hand reaches round to caress her arse as I squirm in pleasure.

She begins to move down my body, kissing, licking and biting. I feel my excitement building rapidly and with one hand I softly rake my nails across her bum cheek while my other pushes her head downward as I share what I want to feel: her mouth over my pussy, her tongue probing my vagina. She hesitates: she is in control, but then relents. Freja's head moves down and I feel her breath on my swollen, wet and gaping labia moments before her tongue laps my pussy from end to end. My hips buck in response and I hear a long, low moan from Tanya.

My hand slips between Freja's legs, my fingers sliding up her inner thigh until they insinuate themselves effortlessly into her hot wetness. My thumb rubs the tight bud of her anus, feeling the electric thrill this brings her. Tanya's squeal of "Oh, God yes!" tells me she experienced it too. I feel Freja sucking and licking my labia as her fingers plunge into me. Our pumping fingers mirror each other and, as her tongue swirls around my clit, my orgasm hits harder than I expect. I manage to pump my fingers into her twice more before her vaginal walls clamp tightly around them. I feel her pleasure rebounding off my own, kicking off a second orgasmic wave. I hear shouts of ecstasy as Freja and I shudder against each other and her wetness runs over my hand and across my wrist.

I pull my fingers out with a soft squelch and place them in my mouth, savouring the delicious juices coating them. The taste brings the shiver of a mini orgasm, like the aftershock of an earthquake. I am filled with the wonderful, post-orgasmic mellowness and I can feel Freja's deep contentment.

I look across to Tanya. She is sprawled in the chair and I can see her trousers and panties are round her ankles. "Tanya," I call, "are you okay?"

She spins the chair slowly to face me. Her jacket and blouse are open, her legs spread wide. Her bald pussy is puffy, red and wet; the edge of the seat below also glistens, as do her fingers. Her face is heavily flushed and can picture her fingers driving in and out of her pussy as she experienced our lovemaking. "Ginny," she gasps, "how the, the... how the fuck do you two ever get out of bed? That was... unbelievable!"

Freja giggles, as much at the state of the very-proper Doctor Tanya as what she's just said. "Aye, did I nay make that clear?"

I scoot round to cuddle Freja. "Ah yes, but Tanya always needs scientific proof!" I tease.

"If my legs worked, I'd come over and smack you, Ms Anderson!" she retorts, smiling, and this sets Freja off giggling once again. "I'm really looking forward to seeing Marie tonight: I've got some ideas I want to try on her after this!" sighs Tanya.

Freja looks at me, surprised. "Is she..?" she whispers.

"Yes, Mouse, Tanya is a lesbian too. Though she only discovered that a few months ago," I whisper back.

"Better late than never," Freja chuckles quietly as I pull her closer. "I'm glad we met now, though. I want tae spend years and years with ye, Ginny darling."

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The ringing of my mobile phone drags me from a deep sleep. I roll and glance blearily at the glowing figures of the clock - 23:21 - I can't have been asleep for much more than three quarters of an hour. My hand fumbles for the phone and the display reads 'Doc T'; what on earth does Tanya want at this time of night?

Pulling the phone to my ear, I thumb the Answer button. "'Ello Tanya. Wassup?" I mumble sleepily.

"Ginny! Thank God! Listen!" Tanya voice is a tight, urgent whisper that kicks my brain into alertness. "You and Freja have to go, now! Get out of the University!"

"What? Why? Because of what we did this morning? You wanted us to try it..."

"No! It's nothing to do with that... It's, oh God, I've been such an idiot. It's Marie: she's not an inspector of universities. I've been such a blind fool; it was never me she was interested in, it was our research. She just pretended to love me... the bitch!" Tanya gives a sob and takes a deep breath. "Listen, Ginny, I'm in the bathroom so Marie can't hear me: she's some sort of military or secret service agent!"

"Tanya, are you alright? I mean, you haven't been drinking or anything?"

"No! Okay, yes I have, but I'm not drunk! Listen, will you, this is serious!" There is real fear in Tanya's voice and a cold feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. "I overheard Marie on the phone; she was in a corner but there was a peculiar echo and when I stood in one spot I could hear her. I was being nosy: I thought she might be reporting something about the University so I listened. She mentioned 'Project Theta' and that it was 'green on two targets at Wessex University, both female' and gave both your names. She said that 'Mause would be difficult unless taken by surprise.' She also said, 'Anderson should be taken too as she may have similar potentials'. I, I think I told her about how you might learn to disappear. I'm sorry."

"What's all this about?" I gasp, now genuinely afraid. "Who's taking us and where to? And when?"

"I don't know! Marie isn't exactly carrying an ID badge and showing me an itinerary, for God's sake! The only other thing I heard was 'a minimum of three men' and that it will be tonight. Ginny, you need to get out quickly..." Through the phone I hear a banging on a door and someone calling Tanya's name. "I'll be out in a minute, Marie," Tanya calls back "Ginny, just go. Leave your phone - they can be tracked - call me from a phone box tomorrow and..." There is more banging, louder this time, and a female voice saying, "You're not doing anything silly in there are you, Tanya, my dear?" There is a crashing sound just before the connection is cut.

My heart is beating fast. Is this real? Tanya believed it and seemed genuinely scared, terrified even. I reach over and shake Freja, who looks so beautiful asleep but my instinct tells me that we need to do as Tanya advises. She looks at me and reaches for a hug.

"Is it morning already, darling?" she asks, blinking the sleep from her eyes. I shake my head and rapidly explain what has just happened. Her eyes widen in fear as she listens.

"Can you stay and pack?" I ask as I start dressing. "There's your old rucksack and the new one that we bought; pack all your clothes and some stuff for me but leave a little space."

"Where are ye going?" she asks fearfully.

"I need to go to the office and grab my laptop and our files: there's too much information about us in them just to leave them." Reluctantly she nods and begins to dress quickly.

I head to the office, feeling the strangeness of being in this part of the University out of hours. Outside, there are still students milling about, heading back to the Student Halls or off to night clubs now that the bars on campus are closing. I reach the office without incident and begin to wonder if Tanya is just being hysterical. Nevertheless, I rifle through the filing cabinet and grab our two files, mine considerably thicker than Freja's since most of the information on her is still just on my laptop, which I pick up last. I am about to leave when I remember the petty cash in the desk draw. I quickly open the draw and find the cashbox tucked at the back. I grab the bundle of notes inside, stuffing them into my pocket, before replacing the box and closing the drawer.

Now I turn out the light and leave the room. As I pull the door closed, did I just hear voices? I turn the key in the lock and start back, listening intently and trying to keep my footsteps quiet as I hurry. Yes: two voices behind me. I dart into an alcove that holds a vending machine and water fountain before peeping back along the corridor. Two large men have appeared, dressed in dark clothing that is redundant in the well-lit corridor. They are by the office I have just left, trying the door. I cannot make out what they say but one turns and heads towards me while the other stays by the door. I duck back, pressing myself into the corner, desperate not to be seen. I see the man's profile as he hurries past: very short, dark hair, a large nose and a heavy jaw covered in dark stubble. Then he's gone, with not a glance in my direction.

I realize that he must be heading to our room and I desperately want to follow him to protect Freja but what about the other man? I look out again; he is still at the door, poking at the lock with something. I dare not step out with him there: I'd be spotted immediately. I wait, stealing glances every few moments, hoping that he'll open the door. If he's picking the lock, he's not very good at it.

Finally, a glance reveals his dark shape disappearing into the office. In an instant I'm off and jogging quietly to our room carrying the laptop and files, alert for the man I'm following.

Our door is open and my chest constricts in fear. I tiptoe to the door and can see the man's shadow against the wall: he is facing away from me. I peep in and see him outside the slightly open bathroom door but no sign of Freja. She must have run into the bathroom and I think that maybe she can escape through the other bedroom until I notice that room's key laying on the desk; the other room's door is deadlocked so she is trapped and my fear and worry for her threaten to overwhelm me. The man is not attempting to enter, content to keep her trapped in the bathroom for the time being. I stand frozen to the spot: I don't know what to do. I cannot tackle this man; he is too big, too terrifying; I cannot protect the woman I love.

Suddenly I feel anger: how dare he threaten my beautiful, perfect Freja Mouse! Fear! He is going to know the fear he is causing. I take several silent steps into the room as I recall the fear of the last half hour, all the terror and panic I have ever known, focussed, distilled and projected with all the force I can muster. 

"You! Stop!" A man's voice shouts behind me and, startled, I duck instinctively, crouching as the world seems to slow down. My ESM lashes the man in front of me with the primal terror that I am feeling and I see him turn, eyes wild and staring, as his arm swings up and around. I notice for the first time that he has something in his hand, it's black - it's a gun! Unerringly the gun continues on its arc until the room becomes a maelstrom of noise as three rapid shots ring out and, through the corner of my eye, I see the man in the doorway drop.

I am petrified, almost incoherent with fear, but my experience with Freja over the last weeks means that this terror flows straight into the man before me. The gun drops from his nerveless hand; I see a dark patch welling at his crotch and smell the acrid scent of his piss as he turns to flee towards the bathroom.




The Girl Who Wasn't There Ch. 05



"No!" I yell. He looks back at my shout and stumbles: his head crashes heavily into the bathroom doorframe and he slumps to the ground, leaving a long, bloody streak down the white woodwork.

In the sudden silence my rapid breathing is loud. "Freja! It's me, come out!" I call.

The bathroom door opens wider and there is my darling, pale and terrified and crying. She looks in horror at the man crumpled in the doorway and steps over him gingerly. She receives another shock seeing the body in the corridor, blood pooling on the floor under his chest.

I wrap my arms around her, trying to still her trembling, letting her share my feelings of protectiveness and determination as our breathing steadies. "What happened?" she asks.

"Fear. I used ESM to fill him full of fear." I point to the man by the bathroom. "He shot the other guy because he was so afraid, I guess. Then he tried to run into the bathroom - and missed." I find I cannot help giggling in the aftermath of the terror I've been through. I kiss her hair. "Come on," I tell her, "there'll be at least one more, according to Tanya. We need to hurry." I slip the laptop and files into the larger rucksack and we grab jackets, helmets and gloves. At the last minute I notice the pentagram pendent Freja gave me sitting on the bedside table. I grab it and put it on, tucking it into my collar and resolving never to take it off again until we are safe.

We make our way quietly and stealthily to the car park, to the corner where my bike is parked. To our relief, there is no one there so I fasten one rucksack to the back of the bike while Freja wears the other and we climb aboard. We are away, swiftly along the access road and out onto the highway.

We ride hard for half an hour or so; first on dual carriageway that I know has no cameras and allows us to make good speed and distance, then onto back roads. By then the adrenalin that has powered me for the last hour has gone and I'm left with a cold, sick, empty feeling.

I pull the bike over and turn off the engine and pull off my helmet. I sit there, tears streaming and my breath coming in huge, sobbing gasps. Freja climbs off the bike and stands beside me, wrapping her arms around me. "What's the matter my darling?" she asks, her face full of concern and fear at my emotion.

"I killed them, Freja. It's my fault: my ESM killed them both." I sob uncontrollably and Freja holds me tightly.

"Nay, 'twas not your fault my love. Ye did nay make him shoot his mate, nor brain himsel' on the door jamb. 'Twas accidental and," she hugs me tighter, "to protect me!" I am grateful for her words but cannot rid myself of the guilt I feel.

"So much for 'an harm it none'. What would the Goddess say about what I've done?" my sobbing has eased but tears still flow.

"She would understand ye were trying to protect me, us. Ye tried to make the man run, but he responded with violence. Violent men meet violent ends, it's as the threefold law warns: what we do comes back to us threefold." She raises my chin and kisses me; I hesitate and then start to kiss back. I slip my arm around her and my hand cups and squeezes her arse cheek.

Freja takes my hand and leads me from the bike onto the grass beside the road and we duck under the low hanging branches of an evergreen. She pulls me down onto the grass and we kiss fervently. Part of me knows that this, too, is a reaction to what we've just been through but I don't care: better this than the tears and sobbing.

Our hands slip under clothes, seeking the soft, warm flesh beneath, as we grind our pussies against each other through jeans. I am desperate for the release. I feel her mounting excitement but am shocked when, almost without warning, my own orgasm strikes: it is intense and short, a jolt through my body. I feel Freja's own orgasm build as mine is waning. Brief as it was I feel calm and at peace, whole once again as I hold Freja tightly while she climaxes.

We lie, huddled together but the cold starts to get to us and we return to the bike. "Where do we go, Ginny?"

"I don't know - away from the University is the most important at the moment. I guess we keep moving until we find somewhere we can be safe. But wherever, we'll be together my love."

"Aye, anywhere's fine by me, as long as it's where ye are!" She kisses me and we mount the bike again, donning our helmets. I kick the engine back into life and we head into the night and out future together.

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I sit back, looking at the finished writing. The end and yet not: we are still heading into the night but, blessedly, still together. Eighteen months of stopping and moving on, of looking over our shoulders and worrying about tomorrow. 

I've called Tanya a couple of times. The Department of Parapsychology has closed; neither she nor Wanda or Alex had the heart to continue the work after what happened. She now works in a college, teaching Psychology, and has a new girlfriend, Emma. I'm glad she's found someone she can trust after Marie's deception. Wanda has a daughter and is enjoying motherhood. She named the girl 'Freja' which deeply touched both of us.

Maybe, one day, we can all meet again.

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EPILOGUE

It had been a happy fortnight until, during her lunchtime, Freja overheard someone in town asking about two girls on a motorbike who might be looking for casual work. That was enough and that same evening we were back on the road. We headed south-west; somewhat risky as that was heading back towards the University but we gave it, and the nearby towns, a wide birth. 

We did get to visit Stonehenge though, which pleased Freja. However, she was disappointed that we couldn't walk amongst the stones, something that my Dad had told me people were allowed to do when he visited the monument as a boy. We arrived early, so it was quiet with few other visitors. It is an amazing place, primitive and otherworldly at the same time.

I don't know if our troubles have been the triple repayment for what we had to do to escape but, as Freja puts it, 'the Goddess and God have finally blessed us with protection'. Certainly, how we came here has the feel of a guiding power. However it is, I now sit and write more at peace than I have in many, many months.

As far as possible, we stuck to B roads and back roads, never using motorways and only travelling on A roads when there was no alternative. This helped us avoid the police in their cars and through their cameras. The downside was that it could be difficult finding petrol. And breaking down: a flat tyre on a motorbike and you're not going anywhere. 

This flat tyre - courtesy of a twisted, barbed length of metal lying in the road that I didn't see in time - left us stranded on a country lane in the middle of nowhere. Okay, maybe not 'nowhere': in most of England, even rural England, it's difficult to be much more than 5 miles from some town, village or hamlet. The problem is knowing in which direction to go to find it, especially without satnav or a smartphone conveniently providing Google Maps. (Rule one of the fugitive handbook is, of course, 'don't carry a mobile phone unless you want to be found really fast!')

So when, hot and tired from pushing the bike, you find a slightly overgrown driveway that might lead to a farm or house, you choose that rather than the possible village that may or may not be in the direction you've chosen: at least they can give directions, if nothing else.

The drive was annoyingly long and winding, which meant that we were close to the house when we finally saw it. It was large, six or seven bedrooms at least by the look of it, and quite dilapidated. There were a few chickens wandering and scratching in the dirt in front of the house and what looked like a VW campervan rusting to oblivion in a drift of nettles off to one side. A fading sunflower was painted on the wall by the front door. As we approached we heard the faint sound of a guitar being strummed coming from within the building.

I put the bike on the side stand and we went to the door and knocked. There was no reply and I was about to knock again when a woman came round the outside of the house. She called to us in a gentle West Country accent, "Good day, travellers, and bright blessings. Are you lost?"

She was older, mid to late forties perhaps, with a lined, tanned face; she was dressed in a long blue skirt embroidered with flowers and a loose, long-sleeved cream blouse. "Our bike got a puncture," I explained, "and we happened to pass your driveway. I need to find a garage or a bike shop."

"I don't know 'bout that. Nate may know: he drives the car. Come in and you can ask him and have something to drink; you both look hot and tired. I'm Daisy-May, by the way." And with that she led us round the house to the kitchen.

Two hours later we were still there and had been introduced to six of the other residents by Daisy-May. They were all older men and women and just as warm, friendly and welcoming. She made us tea and fed us sandwiches. Now, as the shadows started to lengthen, she was pressing us to stay the night and share their evening meal. We'd been two days on the road and hadn't slept in a proper bed during that time so we didn't need much persuading. Later that evening she led us to a bedroom with a large double bed. I looked at her in surprise but she just replied saying, "I knows a couple when I sees 'em. You two are lovely together, bless you. Now, get some sleep." She kissed us each on the forehead and ushered us into the room.

Over breakfast the next morning we met the whole community, nine in all. All were friendly and accepting but none more so than Rosie-May and we found ourselves telling much of our story as the others left and just the three of us remained around the kitchen table. I think Freja had wondered from the moment we met Rosie-May but it wasn't until now that she started asking some questions. 

They were a community that has chosen to live together. Some followed Wicca or paganism (that made Freja smile) while others had no particular religion. There had been more of them in the past, but people came and went. It had started about 25 years ago. I could feel Freja's mounting excitement and tried to project some calmness, wanting her to be ready for the disappointment that I felt was inevitable. 

Yes, there were some who had lived here the whole time: Rosie-May herself, Nate, Dafydd and Shell. Yes, there had been a number of 17 or 18 year old girls over the years. Dawnbeak Sunchild? That sounded like the sort of names they'd used in the early years. Jack Mause... My chest had two heart beats - mine and the feeling of Freja's that she was projecting along with her excitement. Rosie-May wasn't sure so, when Dafydd happened to walk in, she asked him, making him stop and think. 

"Jack Mause? Yes... short, dark haired chap. Bit of a bastard, I recall. Had a younger girl with him; they arrived together, like. Scottish she was. She started calling herself 'Dawnchild' or some such and then got pregnant, so she did. Do you remember, Rosie? And that Jack bloke buggered off an' left her. Sweet little baby it was too, but she left a few weeks after the birth. I don't know what happened to her, mind. Nor him for that matter."

Rosie-May was nodding and looking intently at Freja. She, meanwhile, was flooding me with such a mix of confusion, excitement and fear that I knew she probably couldn't begin to speak.

I slipped my arm around Freja's waist. "Dafydd, Rosie-May, I think you should meet Freja Mause: Dawnbreak's and Jack's daughter."

Rosie-May's face filled with wonder and happiness. "You were welcome as travellers, now you are doubly welcome as kin," she said as she came and embraced us both. "Welcome home, child, and you too Ginny."

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We have now been living in the community for ten months and are very happy here. We share in their work and life here and the other members have become friends; it feels so peaceful and safe that I cannot see us leaving anytime soon. Last month, Rosie-May conducted a 'handholding' ceremony - a pagan wedding - for Freja and me where we jumped the broom together and pledged ourselves to each other 'for as long as love lasts'. 

We both intend for that to be a very long time indeed.