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Cupid's Kiss - Chapter Two
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Cupid's Kiss - Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Psyche reached across the passageway and touched the terrified doctor�s white knuckles and said in a reassuring tone �This won�t take long. Adam is one of our best pilots. He has flown us through the worst storms and as you can see the skies are clear today.�
Taking a deep breath the doctor closed her eyes and tried not to think of the loud engine noise or the rush of wheels below her feet that eagerly rushed up the run way to take flight. Biting her lip she tried not to think of a clear blue sky when her father�s crop duster came crashing down on the fields he loved so much.
Beads of sweat trickled down her temples and she tried to block out the image of the plane twirling down the skies, an out of control ballerina dancing to her death.
A cry left her lips as the plane took to air effortlessly and she felt soft fingers in twine with her clammy fingers. Startled she opened her eyes and saw a pair of sympathetic eyes look into hers. �It never is easy to face one�s demons head long. Losing your father in a crash was bad enough but to witness it must have been the worst kind of shit a twelve year old could have gone through.�
Anger clouded her eyes and before she could say anything Psyche stared into the doctor�s eyes and said softly �Did you really think my father would have let me go in your care without knowing your entire history, Melissa? May I call you Melissa? The formality has been getting on my nerves, anyways you don�t seem to be more than a year or two older than me -maybe we can be even become friends by the end of this trip.� Smiling impishly, she continued �Look at you now, all that anger has taken away the fear.�
Melissa tried to look composed and smoothing her skirt over her knees she said �Since when have you known about my father?�
A shrewd smile spread across Psyche�s face making Melissa wonder how the hell she ever thought that this woman could be a vulnerable lamb in need of her protection. She seemed quite capable of taking up any angry goddess.
Settling back against the plush seat Psyche answered coolly �I�ve known since yesterday. To tell you the truth I wouldn�t have known if dad hadn�t thrown the file on my face to prove to me how unstable you might be because of your past.�
Melissa opened her mouth in surprise and before she could say anything Psyche held a hand up and said �Hear me out. We need to have an honest relationship because of what we will be facing soon and by god! It�s not going to be easy for either one of us and the last thing we would need is the gnawing presence of distrust. So here is the unvarnished truth. Yesterday while I was packing for our trip dad came over and told me to try out some other psychiatrist, a stooge of his, and when I disagreed he tried to tell me that you might be a wee bit warped as you lost your dad in a crash and then your mom abandoned you in the care of your grandmother.�
Sighing Psyche stared out of the window and continued �Suffice to say I threw him and the file out. For once he couldn�t do anything since I had been officially released from the hospital and I know he loves me to bits but sometimes another word for love is suffocation. Anyhow, I hope you can forgive my father, he is a control freak, and that�s what made him rich and miserable at the same time.�
Staring at the pensive profile of Psyche, Melissa wondered what she had let herself into. She was used to a sedate life unlike Psyche�s life which seemed to be full of high drama.
Shaking her head she rebuked herself for being a chicken and she asked Psyche a question �We never really got around to discussing how Cupid came into your life.�
A whimsical smile spread across Psyche�s face and she stretched her long jean clad legs and answered �Oh it�s a long story and that too a bitter sweet one and I have all the time to tell it to you provided you are willing to listen.�
Melissa gave a little laugh and said �I wouldn�t be a psychiatrist if I didn�t like stories would I?�
A warm fire lit in the emerald eyes and Psyche smiled back igniting the dormant beauty in her features, making Melissa draw a breath in.
Softly Psyche began to narrate her story. Eyes closed she began to re- trace the scenes in her mind�s eye as words left her mouth and pain began to seep through her bruised heart again.
�It was supposed to be a time for my heart to heal. My father had sent me to the cabin to get over a cad who had made me fall in love with him and then taken pictures of me in the shower then sold them to the tabloids.�
She laughed and shook her head at the thought of herself then �I had thought my world had come to an end, the love of my life had betrayed me. What a laugh�..that was just an infatuation but then I still have to respect the tears I shed over him. I don�t think you need to know his name as it�s of no relevance.�
Staring at her snowy tennis shoes she continued talking �The cabin had always been my sanctuary. It has all the modern conveniences and yet retains a rustic feel. It�s there that I feel one with nature.� A whimsical smile touched her lips and she sighed and said �Well I used to feel in tune with nature there but then things changed pretty soon. The first night itself I knew things were different. My dreams became more erotic and even when I woke up they felt so real. Don�t you get that feeling sometimes in the mornings when you wake up? The tentacles still clinging to the conscious mind and you can still feel the passions as if they were of the day before and not of the unconscious mind?�
Melissa nodded but did not interfere in the story.
�Well my dreams still felt too real to be shrugged off as dreams for I woke up with a gigantic climax on the first night itself with a loud gasp. I shrugged off that dream but by the third day of my stay I was creeped out, I was no sexually starved babe and don�t get me wrong I loved the orgasms but you do agree it was unusual right?�
Smiling in affirmation Melissa asked �So were they really graphic dreams?�
Laughing Psyche answered �That�s the whole point. They weren�t dreams but real. How do I explain it to you? I was always seduced in my sleep. It was something like that movie called Entity.�
Melissa raised an eyebrow at the statement and Psyche leaned forward and said �Please don�t underestimate my intellect by thinking that I made it up from that tacky movie. I was just making an analogy.�
Leaning back she continued �It was always so real. I felt his hot kisses all over my body. The tug of his lips on my nipples , pulling them to hard peeks, the rasp of his tongue waking up my pussy or those delightful hands weaving their magic on my body bringing it to a point of delicious peek making me cry out for more and yet wanting it to stop.�
Spraying her clammy hands on her supple thighs she bit down on her lips remembering the hot nights �The first two nights he did not penetrate me � he just seduced me with his tongue and I just lay there mired in the cauldron of pleasure. Mornings came with me feeling all contented and happy like the Cheshire cat and its bowl of cream instead of moping over the bastard who conned me. So it was a weird situation and I had also begun to think that my mind was playing games with me as I was beginning to look forward to the nights, wishing the days to pass faster.�
Melissa tried to keep a neutral face and wished she had a recorder to tape the narration but knew that would bring the defenses up higher than the iron curtain so she tried to act as if it was a normal conversation between two people.
�When did you realize he was for real?� she asked, just as the plane bumped over an air pocket. She gulped a breath in suddenly reminded of her fear.
Shaking her head at the doctor�s pale expression she continued talking �I think I realized that he was real when he penetrated me on the third night. You see whenever I dreamt of sex I never ever felt the real penetration and always woke up unsatisfied but his cock felt so hard and real in me. The pounding of the cock made the sensations spread fires up my womb and I felt as if my whole body would erupt in flames of pleasure. It was as if I was having multi- orgasms in a single orgasm. And what�s more I felt his body under my hands.�
Caught up in the story Melissa found herself visualizing Psyche in bed with her ardent lover. She imagined Psyche�s naked beauty, lying on pelts of fur, being tormented by a golden god and the image made her clit swell up in sweet desire. Her mind conjured up the fingers caressing the muscled back and hips as the copulation reached its zenith. Feeling like a voyeur she couldn�t look at Psyche in the eye and yet she knew it was normal to feel so as Psyche was a good narrator.
Pulling a little pillow behind her back she asked �You mean to tell me you woke up and felt him in you?�
Shaking her head Psyche answered �No, I didn�t wake up but then the dreams had become as real as my waking moments. His body was as tangible as this glass of water.�
Holding up the glass she stared at the liquid �But I realized I wasn�t going crazy when I woke up to feel the semen between my legs. That�s when I got really scared, it was happening for real, it wasn�t some sort of mind fuck but the real deal. I went totally hysterical and felt reality fracture right before my very eyes.�
Anguish filled her eyes as she remembered her crazed moments �You don�t know how violated I felt. The agony of knowing that I had been raped by some entity, which did not exist in this world, was pure torture. I just lay in bed feeling the sticky white semen in my vagina and the horror of its existence had me frozen in horror. And when the tears came I curled into a ball and cried. Never had I felt so alone, so beaten and hollow. The sheets smelt of him and I wanted to burn them and yet hold them close. The paradox of emotions sent me over the edge and I grabbed the sheets and threw them out of the window.�
Unable to act as a detached doctor, Melissa reached out and took one of Psyche�s hands in hers and squeezed it. Letting her hand remain in Melissa�s grasp she continued talking �I ran out of the cabin to the shed where we kept gas for the generator and made a bonfire of the sheets. There I stood buck naked, watching them burn and just then the wind blew taking one of the burning sheets to the heavens and I screamed, screamed out the shame, the violation , the pain , the inconsolable grief that drove me crazy.�
Letting her hand remain in Melissa�s grasp she continued talking �I ran out of the cabin to the shed where we kept gas for the generator and made a bonfire of the sheets. There I stood buck naked, watching them burn and just then the wind blew taking one of the burning sheets to the heavens and I screamed, screamed out the shame, the violation , the pain , the inconsolable grief that drove me crazy.�
�Ladies, we will be arriving in a short while. Hope you two are buckled up?� the pilot�s voice disrupted the conversation and abruptly pulled the women out of their deep discussion.
The pilot�s voice jarred Melissa�s senses and adrenaline began to course through her veins as she stared out of the window. They were descending at a fast pace, the coniferous trees seemed to be reaching up to greet them and the plane seemed to flying straight towards a mountain wall.
Closing her eyes, she gripped the hand rests, knuckles white, temples beaded with moisture; she tried to hold back irrational screams that choked her throat. Fear paralyzed her brain, she saw them flying straight into the unforgiving wall, debris flying all around, she saw fire engulfing them in its hot embrace and death forward them its dreaded invitation.
�Face your fear headlong Melissa� Psyche�s voice pulled her out of the drowning emotions. Shaking her hard Psyche said �This is nothing compared to what you will be facing ahead. Open your eyes, goddamn it, face it headlong and enjoy the fucking ride.�
Somehow Melissa realized that Psyche wasn�t really talking about the plane. Opening her eyes she glared at Psyche and stared out of the window. The plane was rushing down the strip and Melissa braced herself for the brakes and waited for what seemed like eternity.
When the plane finally braked on the strip and began to gradually slow down Melissa began to breathe easier. She turned, looked at her companion with a weak smile and said �You weren�t talking about the plane when you said �enjoy the fucking ride.� Were you?�
Psyche smiled back and replied �No, I was talking about life. Anyhow, now that we are here you have a bigger monster to face- my lover�s mother.�
