by Kot, Eleyne
“Gals, have you heard of Belmondo?”
“Belmondo, Belmondo...” Melisa muses, “I think I heard his name... I just don’t remember where...”
Well, she’s American, so I’m not really too surprised she’s not too savvy about European culture. But Yasmin also seems to be raking her mind, and she finally says.
“I think I once saw a movie with him. Isn’t he an actor?”
“Yes, he’s a French actor,” I confirm and Melisa sighs.
“Now I know why this name has been nagging me, I’ve read about him... I didn’t see any movies with him though, ” she adds as an afterthought.
“So, what about him?”
“Well, I read some gossip columns about him and it seems that even though he’s 78 now he still has a very young girlfriend. The girl is 35, mind you... So she’s more than twice younger than him...”
The gals whistle and Yasmin laughs. “Well, I wonder. Is he still …?” Here she hesitates, apparently not being able to phrase it delicately. I help her formulate her thought in a much cruder way.
“You wanted to ask if he can still get it up...? Well, if she’s not with him for the money and prestige then I suppose he has to. Women of this age start to have some needs that have to be taken care of. And they only start to grow then...”
They burst out laughing and I join them. When Yasmin manages to stop her giggles she utters. “Well, even if he can’t get it up I suppose that being French he has to know how to use his fingers and tongue... And has some experience to back him up...”
This bring more peals of laughter from us, when our wicked giggles subside I add. “You know, I used to laugh at all these jokes about ‘old lechers’ and young women, but now I just can’t... Not with Tony...”
“I can understand what you mean.” Yasmin sighs, “You want Tony too much to laugh at such silly jokes…”
“Exactly.” I nod my head, “I get completely wet just thinking what he could do with me… Damned, if he suddenly showed up here I’d do him even on these stones.”
“I imagine this could be a bit uncomfortable. The stones are cold and hard, but I understand it too well. If miracles happened and Jim turned up here as well, I wouldn’t hesitate a moment…” Melisa sighs.
We keep silent for a moment thinking about our respective crushes, then Yasmin suggests. “I can ask Babette about Belmondo, she’s French, so she must know about French actors. Let me text her.”
And she takes out her mobile phone to type a message to Babette. After a few minutes she receives a reply. “Babette confirms your gossip. She says her mum loves the actor and knows everything about him. She also says she has stuffed herself with painkillers and other medicines and she may join us when she feels better... and if she doesn’t feel so groggy…”
“Sure, the wine is certainly waiting for her,” I smile, “though I think we have already eaten most of the food.”
“She said she has ordered a pizza. And I’m not really sure if she should drink wine after all the medicines she took,” Yasmin answers then thinks for a moment. “Gals, but even putting thoughts about their ages aside, I still can only dream about putting my hands on Colin. He’s really inaccessible to me and to any other woman as well...”
She turns sad. And it’s true what she said... It looks like no matter how many women pine after him, none of them will ever get him.
We finish our meal in pensive silence; if I can guess well, Yasmin is thinking about Colin, and Melisa must be fantasizing about Jim, judging from her absent-minded expression. My mind keeps on spinning around hot scenarios centering on Tony, too.
With the food all finished, we continue with one more bottle of wine, and I decide to turn on some music – bring out the Ipod and start playing Julian Twist. We decide we want Protectors of the Belief… The music’s playing, our bodies are starting to sway, we are sipping our wine, and my thoughts are getting hotter and hotter. I can hear the music pulsing and throbbing through my body, and this burning feeling stirs in my lower abdomen; I can't and don’t want to sit any more. I get up and start dancing. I can feel some strange power in me, growing, wanting more. As I dance I start to strip and the gals are staring at me. I ask them.
“Don’t you feel it? This place makes me feel so feminine and powerful; it’s filling me up with energy.”
They look at me in a strange way, but I can see they can feel the same strange emotion, too. Melisa joins me in the dance and she strips while dancing, too. Now each of us celebrates one anothers’ femininity, all swaying to the beat of seductive, sensual Julian Twist music that we all love so much. It almost feels as if we were calling them with our minds and bodies to join us in this crazy dance…
Yasmin’s Story:
It looks like the time to start the research has begun. I definitely feel something strange here, something that needs to be investigated. So even though my body is stirring, making me want to join my girlfriends in their sensual strutting around the fire, I try to overcome it and rule my body. A short meditation, a few long breaths and I succeed in keeping my mind clear. Then I just leave them possessed by whatever is coming over us here. I walk to the car and search for the instruments. I pick a Geiger counter, some multi-field meters and my laptop, which are all connected to the multi-field detectors. I try to turn them on, but to my surprise the laptop battery is dead as well as the multi-field meters.. I sigh in disgust, and try to turn an mp3 and camcorder that I have brought along. The result is the same… all are dead. Though I still hear the music playing, coming from the circle, so Melisa’s Ipod must be still working. We are in the right place at the right time, I think, getting out of the car to walk to place where I was before with the gals; but there is nobody there and sudden silence surrounds me. I remember I have a multi-radiation finder to detect microwaves, which will indicate any strange presence. I turn it on and it works!
But my friends have vanished, along with the remains of dinner, the fire, the litter. At the same momenta thick fog is creeping near, coming from the stones. My blood feels like it is freezing in my veins, and the multi-radiation finder is beeping aloud. The fog gets me inside its grasp and the instrument almost screams as it beeps. Then I become dizzy and blinded; I try to hold onto something but there is nothing but weeds. My knees fail and I fall on the cold ground, completely confused. I close my eyes for a moment. At least I think it’s for a moment, it could have been much longer. When I open them again I see a road under the setting sun, and a car that is coming near. The car is an old-style car. I don´t know much about cars, but definitely this one doesn’t look new. I only have an impression that it may have been manufactured in the ‘80s. I don´t know what to think, I feel too insecure to make any conjectures.
The car approaches me, slows down and stops. The window opens and I see Colin Crawford, just the way he was looking in the middle ‘80s. He has short blond hair and a few loop earrings in his left ear. His oval face has a softer expression under the sun of this clueless time than I thought, but his features are strong and neat. His brown eyes are filled with amazement with the sight of me standing there confused. He is taller than I thought, slender and elegant. His look fits the rocker fashion in those years: a mixture of glam and leather that features his sex appeal. I’m just staring at him, looking at his face and body, sliding my eyes over his chest covered with a soft, pale shirt and then down to his legs in jeans, as if he were a wonderful apparition. My jaw must be dropping down at the moment. I feel as if somebody has just hit me on my head. Him? Here? How? Why? Before I can say anything, staring at him as if hypnotized, he looks concerned and asks me:
“Is everything alright? You look lost…”
I nod and answer. “I was camping with my girlfriends at Hekate’s Passage, you know this circle of stones?”
He says he does.
“We wanted to do some research for my Institute, but they started dancing naked around the fire to your music, saying they felt some strange energy in the place. I could feel it,
too, but I wanted to investigate it and bring my instruments to do it. They were not working, though, and when I came back to the circle there was a strange fog there and everything, my friends, the fire were gone…”
I try to explain but apparently what I’m saying is vague and imprecise, or perhaps incredible as Colin face shows a stunned look, though he’s still trying to be nice and polite with me. Does he believe me? What he has heard may be incredible, indeed.
The back windows of the car open and I see Jim, looking… smoking hot. And also with middle ‘80s look - with a long mane of blond curly hair. He exclaims. “My ears don’t deceive me? Did I really hear that that your girlfriends were dancing naked to our music and now you can’t find them? Sure we’ll help you look for them,” he starts joking. “We’re always ready to help naked women...”
The expression of his eyes suddenly makes me aware of my own looks. I’m wearing just denim shorts and a t-shirt, nothing really fancy or glamorous, but now I’m starting to regret it. I’d like one of these clinging sexy tops that hug your body that Eleyne says she always wears. I’d like to see admiration in his and Colin’s eyes (or knowing Colin’s preferences, I wish it were admiration, not curiosity).
Jim opens the door and gets out. “Hop in.” he says. He helps me get up, my knees turn weak when I look into his blue eyes. He ushers me into the car, and surprise, a mid-‘80s looking, dark-haired Tony is sitting on the backseat of the car, too.
“Hello, babe. We’ll sure help you look for your naked girlfriends,” Tony says and smiles seductively.
“Naked damsels in distress can always count on our assistance,” Jim says, petting my thigh.
All that is happening doesn’t have any relation with real life, this could be only possible in a B-rated fantasy movie or in my imagination. Or perhaps it is my imagination. But, the heck... I haven’t drunk so much to be so delirious. What has happened during these last minutes? All kinds of doubts invade my mind, but the sweet smiles and good mood of the guys stop my speculations. I realize my body is stirring at their side and they are simply as irresistible and seductive as I have thought and even much more so. My skin experiences the minimum rub of their bodies as part of an unknown glory. After Jim pets my thigh, I feel fire in my pussy; this man is simply exuding sex. Now I sit between the two hot axe men… and their sheer presence is enough to cloud my head, to make me forget that I have a job to do, to carry on with my research and also to find out what has happened to my girlfriends. Jim urges.
“Come on, Colin. Let’s go there before they get dressed.”
Tony chuckles at his mate’s joke, but at the same time I feel his eyes on me. I turn to look shyly at him and almost tremble. Now I know what Eleyne must be feeling. There’s some roguish seductiveness in his eyes that simply makes my knees weak. Then I hear a question from the other side. Jim asks. “Why are you dressed? You said your girlfriends were there naked dancing to our music. Why didn’t you join them?”
I turn sharply at him and find his eyes fix on me. I stutter trying to answer truthfully but Colin reacts first. “Come on, guys. Don’t scare the lady. You’ve just met her, haven’t you? Some propriety should be observed first, you know...”
I see his eyes in the rear mirror, he looks amused by the attention I receive from his band mates. He adds. “You seem to know our names but what is yours?”
I tremble a little under his and his mates’ scrutiny while I answer. “I’m Yasmin.”
“A very nice name. Yasmin... Really pretty.” I hear on my left.
Tony agrees. “You are right, really pretty...” Then apparently he tries to observe the propriety and compliments me. “You also have very beautiful...” he pauses with his eyes on my chest, than swallows, “eyes.”
“Indeed, they are very... inviting...” I hear from my left side.
I almost squeal. Do they have an X-rays in their eyes? This t-shirt is really not clinging at all, how can they see my boobs through it?
Colin chuckles. “You’re insupportable. Guys, she’s not your…” He pauses here then finishes, “you said you were doing research there... So you’re a scientist...”
“Yes, I am.” This time there’s no doubt, my voice resembles a mouse’s squeal. I try to fight it and get it to normal, but it’s hard when I feel them so close to me; I'm starting to lose control at this closeness. I really would like them to touch me but that wouldn't be a very professional behavior, no. I have to keep my mind clear and cold, although my body burns. They keep on adding their sassy jokes, making the atmosphere in the car really steamy. Fortunately, for me, the place is really near. I see through the window that the hill with the circle of stones is getting closer and closer. There is a fire between them and some figures moving up there who are also visible. As the guys can see the same view, too, they start to grin widely.
“Holy shit, mates! They are really naked up there!” Tony exclaims, stunned.
“What hotties they are...” Jim adds dreamily.
“Yeah, I think the taller one with long honey hair has really something interesting,” Tony observes. “Great boobs, man...! And what a nice round arse!”
We are really close now and they can see all the details.
“The small brunette also has some assets worth appreciation,” Jim remarks, his hands in the air drawing a curvy silhouette. “Colin, can you drive faster? I’d really like to meet them before they notice us and get dressed...”
“I second that,” Tony supports, “accelerate, mate.”
I see Colin’s eyes full of mirth in the mirror. He probably doesn’t share his mates’ enthusiasm about my naked girlfriends, but he does speed up and we cover the remaining distance in a very short time. After stopping the car, Jim and Tony croon to me. “Excuse us, my sweet. We have to introduce ourselves to your girlfriends, but be sure, we haven’t forgotten you.”
They get out and I, with Colin, follow them more slowly. Colin grumbles something quietly and indistinctly enough for me not to recognize what he says. I follow the axe men without a hurry. Colin is in front of me, but in a moment I’m walking next to him. I observe his person surreptitiously, with my eyes at his neck level. I’m not really a tall person at 5 feet, 5 inches; he’s nearly a head taller than me. Suddenly he turns to me and says. “Sorry, Yasmin. I hope you don’t feel upset by my mates’ behavior.”
“No problem,” I answer lightly, certainly I’m not upset, what I feel can be only called by a different name.
We enter the circle where Eleyne and Melisa continue dancing naked, as if possessed…
First they don’t notice any of us as they’re still in a kind of trance; they don’t even notice that the music is not playing anymore. However, Tony and Jim whistle when they see the gals in their unclad state from a short distance. This loud noise seems to snap them out of the reverie they’ve been caught in. Now it looks as if they couldn’t believe their eyes....
Eleyne’s Story:
I’m not really aware of what’s going on around me, it’s just the sounds of the music I love that surround me and my fantasies that are filling me from within. These fantasies make me wet, they make me burn when I keep on imagining all the naughty things that I could do with Tony and Jim. My pussy almost hurts from unfulfilled desire. I’m completely lost in my daydreams, dancing naked around the fire, touching myself sensually, imagining these are Tony’s hands on me. Only a sharp whistle wakes me up from the trance like state. I can’t believe my eyes – is it really Tony, Jim and Colin that Yasmin has brought us or is it just a dream? Tony, Jim and Colin are looking exactly as they did in the Protectors of the Belief time. Tony with his messy, still dark hair, that only have a few highlights at the front, Jim with an unruly mass of long blond permed locks, and Colin, almost their opposite, sporting a short blond hairstyle.
Well, even if it’s a dream I decide to take as much advantage of it as I can. After all, wasn’t I saying that I would do Tony even on these stones here? I’d love to do the same with Jim, but one gla
nce at Melisa tells me I’d better not make any steps towards annexing him for me as well as Tony. Otherwise, this might turn into a mud fight, this time not a virtual one. I’m already undressed which should make things easier, though a short moment of consideration tells me to proceed slowly. Tony might escape if I just pounced on him the way I’d like to. And I wouldn’t really want it, oh no... What I want is to have my dirty paws on him, to investigate his body, to check what he has in his pants for me. I greet them trying to be as seductive as possible.
“Hello. Welcome to our little party, guys. So great to see you here,” I smile winsomely, “Do you want some wine? We have very good Italian wine... Tony? Jim? Colin?”
The guys stare at us in contentment, smiling naughtily, exchanging mischievous glances among one another.
“Hello, babies,” Jim answers. “We certainly appreciate your invitation.”
His eyes keep on devouring our naked bodies.
I take the bottle and remark. “Ooops, seems like we have to open another bottle, Melisa, can you?” I smile impishly again at the guys. “Don’t worry, we are well stocked.”
I take the bottle and the cups and approach Tony, smiling and swaying my hips. I like the expression I see on his face… I just want him to want me and to my great relief I notice it won’t be that hard to get what I desire from him. He keeps on staring at my boobs, almost licking his lips. Before I give him the cup I ask looking him in the eyes.
“Do you like them?”
“They are beautiful,” he whispers. The way he does it makes me throw caution to the winds and I just ‘accidentally spill some wine onto his t-shirt while pouring it into the cup... Tony starts and exclaims. “Oh, shit!!!” And he tries to save the t-shirt.
“Ooops, so clumsy of me... I’m so sorry; now you will have to take it off,” I say, a bit insincerely.
I give the bottle and the other cups to Jim, who pours some for himself and Colin. Then I start removing Tony’s t-shirt. When I begin lifting it up he looks at me stunned, then glances with equally wide open eyes at his mates who just smile and wink. He looks back at me with a provocative grin and raises his arms, as if to facilitate the undressing and also to challenge me. His eyes are saying, “Will you dare to do it?” I smile and return the naughty look, removing the t-shirt and throwing it on the grass. Now his face is full of incredulous contentment. His naked chest presents so tantalizing a view, I’d like to enjoy more of his naked skin. As he seems quite willing to go on with whatever I may have in mind, I decide to strike while the iron is hot and remark impishly: