by Xavier Neal
He slowly nods his understanding. “Promise me, you’ll stay the night at my place tomorrow.”
“But you’re working tomorrow night.”
“And?” Chance pushes my hair behind my ear. “My home is your home. And your home is mine.”
A small giggle escapes. “Even when there’s no power?”
His light laugh is accompanied with a shrug. “Tsukuyomi’s love will pour through the window, and the candles will do the rest.”
I smile brightly in relief before returning to the task at hand. After each candle is lit and placed on a paper plate, Chance relocates it to an area around my apartment. As soon as there is a significant amount of light, he turns music on his phone, and leads us to an area near the foot of my bed.
The beat to the song comes in at the same time our arms wind around one another.
Another good natured grin grows on my face. “Did you pick this song?”
He proudly smirks. “I did.”
“Surprised you know it.”
“How could I not?” He quickly questions. “It’s The Isley Brothers. As a man in the panty dropping profession, it is my obligation to know past and present panty dropping music. And The Isleys? Basically Godfathers.”
I giggle at the comparison and shake my head. “Kekkōda.”
Chance’s growl is sexual. “That was Japanese.”
“It was.”
“What’d you say?”
“Basically, just fair enough.”
“Fuck, that was sexy, babe.”
I blush and get lost in the way our bodies sway to “For the Love of You” by candlelight. We effortlessly rock together through “Summer Breeze” and into “Between the Sheets”. We’re barely past the first three lines when the closeness of our bodies collides with the powerful rhythm of the beats creating a voracious hunger in both of us. Chance smoothly mounts my mouth and begins leading me to where he wants me. The back of my legs briefly hit the chair before I’m falling into it.
His lips drag themselves away from mine down the side of my neck. They lightly press against my skin, his teeth scraping a path along my collar bone. When they reach my chest, he wastes no time tugging at my nipple like a toy still in its unopened package. The whimper that springs loose merely persuades him to repeat the action on the other side. Chance doesn’t bother insisting I shed my dress as he lowers himself to his knees. He simply flips the end of it upward and starts pulling off my soaking thong. I watch the tiny material journey down my legs and become ostracized to an empty patch on the floor. Chance’s mouth returns to my skin this time scorching a trail towards the apex between my thighs. He yanks me to the edge of the chair, his tongue eager and waiting to devour me. One lick is all it takes to make my entire body melt. The tip of his tongue takes its time tracing the outlines of my pussy, lapping up every drop dripping from me. I screw my eyes shut. Clutch onto the chair. He promptly begins to increase his speed and my chest begins to heave at the same time my toes tightly curl. Just as my spirit succumbs to the salacious ravishing, he slips a finger between my cheeks, and has it run rapid circles around the tiny hole. A scream threatens to leap from my chest, and I have to dig my nails into his shoulders to keep it from immerging. Chance’s mouth latches onto my clit, showers it with sucks, savage swirls, and sharp nips. Any chance of moaning or shouting or calling out his name is purloined. I uncontrollably pant as my orgasm splits me into a trillion molecules, each one cloaked with my boyfriend’s spirit. He buries his face deeper, determined to remain submerged in my soul shattering satisfaction. Airy cries continue to echo around the small space as I’m bathed in the lustrous light of the moon and unyielding tenderness of his love.
This is exactly why I consider myself the richest woman on the planet. The love of an amazing man is worth more to me than any extra zeroes you could put on a paycheck. But maybe that’s just me….And if it is? I’m totally okay with it.
11
Chance
“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” I question as we exit the highway.
“Yes.”
“Absolutely sure?”
“Positive.”
“You’re going to be completely naked all weekend.”
“I know.”
“In front of my parents, friends, and total strangers.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And you’re cool with this?”
Syd’s head rolls my direction. “Are you cool with this?”
I thought I was. Being nude is a beautiful way of life. A freeing act meant to pay homage to our ancestors and spitting on societal norms that aren’t necessary so much as stifling. But the idea of other men seeing my girl naked…appreciating her body in the same light I do…has me a bit on edge. Which is not how you’re supposed to feel on your fucking birthday.
My lack of a response causes her hand to slide onto my thigh. “You can relax, Chance. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not looking anywhere like that.”
I place my hand on top of hers. “I know, babe. I know. This is just the first time I’ve ever brought a chick with me…not to mention the first time I’ve ever brought one to meet my family.”
They’re fucking stoked. Thought my dad was going to have a heart attack on the phone.
She gives me a comforting squeeze. “This festival happens every year around your birthday?”
“Yeah. It’s like being thrown the world’s most kick ass party by Mother Nature.”
The Fall in Love with Fall Festival is by far my favorite thing to do every year. I love this shit more than Christmas. It’s hosted towards the middle of the fall season while the days are still typically warm and the evenings are cool enough to enjoy. There are carnival games, lots of food, and music along with storytelling, dancing, and camping. For two days, people come from all across the country to rejoice in the cycling of seasons and praise nature for all it gives. It’s a total spiritual thing that also happens to be filled with plenty of sex and booze. Definitely an old Roman vibe there. And Queen allowed me to add to my contract that I could come every year. She hardly lets us take days off, but this one is guaranteed to me.
“How long have you been going?”
“The festival itself is only for participants who are over eighteen, so just a few years. However, when I was younger, my parents would alternate between taking us to nudist resorts and camping grounds for my birthday.”
A surprised look crosses her face. “There are nudist resorts?”
I nod and break at the stoplight. “Quite a few. Every county has different laws in regards to them. While public nudity is pretty much a crime…everywhere there are some counties that have been adjusted for those who choose to embark in that way of life.”
She eagerly leans forward, anxious for more information.
“Like I grew up in Morz county, which is a pro nudity area. Public businesses obviously require you to have clothing, but there are neighborhoods were people can walk outside naked to get the mail, walk their dog naked, and water their lawn freely without the restraints of clothes. There are also parks where children can play wearing nothing more than their underwear and their parents don’t have to wear anything at all. Morz county also stretches out towards the lake and has more rural territory where colonies have formed, where people can homeschool their children or their children and neighboring children, teaching them to appreciate the land and connection to the earth. To many it’s controversial and unconventional, but I say, to each their own. I had a couple of friends who grow up in the colonies. The only thing I didn’t care for was the smell. Their whole non-running water to shower with shit was gross.”
Syd snickers at the last comment.
The light flicks to green, and I turn left, heading for the nature preserve. During the remainder of our drive, I cover a few more basics about the festival, including the no photographs rule, explain where we’ll be staying, how there’s a fee, what the fee covers, and the unusual spiritual moments she may encounter.
; Once we’ve parked, I kill the engine and announce, “We have to walk in naked.”
She steals a glimpse of her fanny pack. “Can I wear my purse?”
“Technically, yes.” My smile grows impish. “But you could give me a great birthday gift by not wearing it.”
Syd flashes me a mocking smirk. The two of us lightly laugh prior to her stating, “Actually, before we go, I wanna give you your birthday gift.”
Her words dart my eyebrows high. “What?”
“Your gift.”
“You weren’t supposed to get me a gift.”
“I know-”
“You coming with me is the gift.”
“I know-”
“You should’ve saved that money for-”
Syd’s hand slaps itself over my mouth to stop any more words. “I know, Chance. But you’re my boyfriend, and I wanted to get you something. It’s not much, but…I hope you like it.”
Her hand slides away to unzip the pouch. She removes a small object wrapped in neon yellow paper. The color alone receives a smile.
Loves all bright colors profusely. You see what she’s wearing now. The mix of colors looks like a melted Skittles pack.
I take the offered package and remove the paper with one good rip. Out falls something that has my eyebrows furrowing.
She doesn’t wait for questions. “You don’t have to wear it, but I thought maybe you’d appreciate just having it.” My fingers toy with the wooden beads of the bracelet. “The brown ones are blessed vitality beads and the white one in the middle has a blooming cherry blossom on it. They’re kind of a big deal on my dad’s side. In my family, we were taught they have a way of representing life and destiny.” Our eyes connect at which point she continues. “I like to believe me meeting you was part of your destiny and having the cherry blossom paired with the other beads is my way of wishing you a blessed remainder of your life. Wherever it takes you. Whether I am there or not.”
The words have barely finished leaving her mouth before my lips are covering hers. My tongue slowly and steadily expresses the gratitude I’m not certain my own words are capable of.
This chick gets me in ways I never thought possible. I’ll be damned if I ever let her go. Come falling heavens or rising hell, I gotta keep her. I wanna keep her.
I end the kiss and provide her with a wide grin. “It’s perfect, babe.”
A hint of redness splashes her cheeks.
We exit my car, shed our clothing except her fanny pack and my new bracelet, grab the camping gear, and head towards the grounds.
Try not to stare too hard. You don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable or give them the wrong impression, alright? You’re gonna see some shit….I mean some shit. Swinging dicks and ones that truck jokes are made of along with tiny titties and bushes that haven’t been trimmed since we had one in office. Hey…that’s part of being here. Learning to appreciate the human body in numerous forms. Not everyone has the same clean mouth and clean shaven pussy area appreciation that I do.
I locate the camping area my parents have claimed and gently drop our stuff down beside theirs. While I busy myself with setting up our dome tent, Syd sits down on the cooler and begins to observe our surroundings. I occasionally steal glances of her beguiled expression, thankful she isn’t staring at any one person or action too long. It takes longer than I remember to complete the assembly and also causes more frustration than I care to have on this special occasion.
Manuel labor on my birthday is shitty. I should be drinking the nectar of the Gods and fucking under the warmth of the sun, not sweating because I can’t get the tent to stay in place.
As soon as I’m finally finished with our weekend home, we tuck our stuff away inside and prepare to search for my parents.
We make it just on the other side of the camping section before I spot them. Another warm grin slides onto my face at the same time I tip my finger their direction. “See, the woman shaking the tambourine?”
“Yeah….”
“That’s my mom.”
Syd’s sweetly smirks. “I take it the man playing the guitar, singing Al Green at the top of his lungs is your dad.”
“Yup.” I tug her closer to me and serenade her with the chorus line to “Love and Happiness”.
She shakes her head while she giggles.
“Where do you think my panty dropping knowledge came from?”
The question pulls a chuckle from both of us as we cross over to the area where they are playing to a crowd. Upon one look at me, my mother abandons her playing and rushes over. Dad quickly follows suit. The audience, which mainly consists of familiar faces, gives a welcoming wave before picking up the dropped instruments to start another song.
“Well, there’s the birthday boy!” Dad loudly announces.
“Hey, Dad!” My grip on Syd’s hand vanishes to exchange hugs with both of my parents. “Hey, Mom!”
When I step back, their eyes fall right onto Syd.
Her cheeks begin to redden under the attention, and I warmly introduce, “Mom, Dad, meet my girlfriend, Syd. Syd, these are my parents, Juniper and Lucky.”
Yeah, my hippie parents have hippie names. It’s fucking awesome.
“Nice to meet you both.”
She extends her hand to shake, but is denied the action by a swift and tight unified hug. Syd giggles from the awkward angles of trying to hug two people at once.
Can I just say I love how she’s not bothered in the slightest touching them while naked?
Their embrace breaks, and my dad is the first to speak. “Can we just say you have a beautiful aurora?”
“It is stunning,” my mom praises. “And it meshes so well with our Little Star….”
The nickname has barely left her tongue before Syd is squeaking, “They call you Little Star?”
I reluctantly nod.
Mom starts, “And we call his older brother, Apollo-”
“Golden Star, because I am amazing at everything,” my brother cockily states, appearing as if from nowhere. He wraps an arm snuggly around my neck for an unnecessary headlock. Apollo delivers a rough head rub with his knuckles at the same time he says, “We’re talking everything, brown skin.”
A growl soars up my throat as I push myself out of his grip.
Jealousy attempts to seep itself into my pores, poking at my inner wolf to come out and fight, yet the simple, sweet look Syd shoots me manages to calm it back down.
That emotion is awful. Out of all of them, why, oh why, did the heavens create it?
“Apollo, meet your brother’s girlfriend, Syd,” Dad not so casually informs.
His bright blue eyes that match mine widen in shock. “No, shit? Little Star has an actual girlfriend?”
To my surprise, Syd stands up a bit taller, pushes her shoulders back and rapidly nods.
The pride in belonging to me in such a way shoots straight to my cock.
Apollo gives his scruff covered chin a stroke.
Yeah, I’m more than familiar with the two of us winning the genetics lottery. However, unlike me, Apollo isn’t exactly all about the balanced life style when it comes to what he consumes. He drinks in excess most of the time. Has never been against putting chemicals or poisons in his body if it’ll lead him to a good time. Plus, the fact he’s got sandy blonde hair and looks like something that was made for the runway, has a way of keeping his arrogant side of the scale overflowing.
“You mean to tell me this Lotus Flower Bomb is all yours? You’re not sharing this time?”
“This time?” Syd softly questions.
I side step hers with my own. “Lotus Flower Bomb?”
She beats him to answering. “Like the song.”
Apollo winks. “Exactly.”
Another grumble grows in my chest, and Dad lifts his hands to stop the rising tension. “There is too much animosity building. This is a spirit cleansing weekend. Let’s keep ourselves in line with the elders and Mother Nature.”
The two of us quickly
nod at his command, and I swallow the sour taste in my mouth. My eyes lock onto my brothers. “Apollo, Syd is not someone to be shared now or ever. Same length?”
He promptly nods again. “Same length, Little Star.”
We exchange a kind grin.
My big brother turns his attention to Syd. “Little Star and I have shared chicks in the past at these things.” He casually shrugs. “Not a huge deal. As Mother Nature pulls down the sun to replace it with the stars, energies flow, and so do bodies. All around and out in the open. That’s one reason you’ll see random buckets of condoms in places you don’t expect.”
Her eyes enlarge at the information.
“No need to be shy around us,” Mom quickly states. “If you two are touched by the stars to have one another, by all means do.”
“We certainly don’t mind,” Dad notifies and gives my mom’s ass a pinch. “The boys know when the urges of the flesh fly, we take advantage as well.”
Syd directs her quiet question to me, “You’ve…you’ve…you’ve seen your parents have sex?”
“Nah,” I brush off. “Heard ‘em? Yeah. They’re not exactly quiet.”
Apollo laughs during his agreement. “Noisy as shit.”
“That’s how you know you’re doing it right,” Dad juvenilely adds.
True. Oh, so true….Hey, what’s with the look of appalment? Sex is a natural thing, just like being naked. I was fortunate enough to be blessed to belong to a household that was open and honest and loving. There’s no need to cringe because they didn’t teach us to sneer or shy away from innate parts of life.
Mom takes Dad by the hand. “How about we go explore the heart of the festival?”
For the next few hours, we engage in exploration with and without my family. We wander around participating in songs and dances, stuff our faces with pastries and popcorn, and enjoy a midafternoon skinny dip. There’s never a moment where Syd looks bored or horrified. She happily joins me in every activity without trepidation. Asks a few questions about the towels for hygiene and comfort. In the early part of the evening, my parents get a familiar gleam in their eyes and disappear from our sight, which is when we veer off to join Apollo who made his way to the carnival games.