ECHO IN THE HALL
An Ellora’s Cave Publication, June 2004
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ECHO IN THE HALL © 2004 CRICKET STARR
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Edited by Raelene Gorlinsky.
Cover art by Syneca.
Echo In the Hall
Cricket Starr
Chapter One
She came alive at midnight.
Alex crept down the darkened museum hallway and ducked behind one of the tall Grecian urns that flanked the opening to the adjacent gallery. From his hiding place he peered at the statue standing in the middle of the gallery. It was a beautiful thing, a slender stone figure of a woman just visible behind the marble representation of a tree. At the foot of the tree was a plaque: Echo, A Greek Nymph.
The face of the statue was frozen into a visage of longing and unrequited desire so poignant that when he’d first seen it, he’d thought her face the most beautiful in the world.
At least that’s what he’d thought until several weeks ago when he worked late on a Thursday night and inadvertently discovered her true beauty.
The change in the statue started just as he heard the great clock in the museum lobby begin to chime twelve. At first it was subtle, just a hint of color to the white marble of the nymph’s body, but then the color darkened and spread across the stone as if a film had been laid over it. Long curls of hair decorating her head and draping down her back darkened to pale gold, while rosy hues made pink her fingers and bare toes. A deep blush stole across the statue’s cheeks as her lips deepened to the most enticing red.
For an instant the statue seemed alive as her eyelids blinked over irises now green instead of white, but then the film of color lifted away from the stone to form a ghostly outline of a woman, misty and indistinct. The ghost stepped back, leaving the statue as it had been—cold, unliving stone. As Alex watched, her transparency disappeared and she grew more solid, a spirit made beautiful flesh.
The first time he’d seen her come alive, he’d panicked, convinced he was seeing a ghost. Only the fact that he didn’t carry a weapon had kept him from pumping lead into her—or more likely through her and into the museum wall. Thank goodness he hadn’t done something that stupid. He’d certainly have had a problem explaining that to the museum’s manager.
Without a gun, he’d remained frozen in place behind the stone urns until the ethereal figure had returned to the gallery to meld back into the statue, leaving no sign that she’d been there at all. When she’d repeated the process the following week, Alex had summoned the courage to follow her, this time noticing how tentative her movements were and how careful she was to avoid notice. She was more afraid than he was.
Alex grinned to himself. He’d found out what was pulling her out of her hiding place, why she was coming alive. By the third week, he was looking forward to her visit, watching her every move with fascination. Guarding an empty museum was usually pretty boring. With Echo coming to life, things had gotten more interesting.
This was the fourth week and he’d decided it was time for them to meet.
Alex wished he had his camera with him so he could capture her beauty for all time. Echo would make a marvelous model, he’d stake his growing reputation as a student photographer on it. As her body solidified, the simple white, off-the-shoulder gown she wore stayed sheer, revealing rose-tipped nipples and the inviting thatch of golden curls that covered her woman’s mound.
Alex’s cock hardened at the same time she did, and for once he was grateful for the looseness of his secondhand security guard’s uniform. The job was temporary so rather than spend the money for a new one he’d made do with a castoff from the previous guard, a much larger man.
Pants that fit well would be very uncomfortable in his aroused state. Even so, it was hard not to groan aloud when she stretched her hands over her head and those heavy breasts lifted into full relief against their fabric covering.
Echo swung about in his direction, her dangly earrings making a soft tinkling in the quiet of the museum. Alex wondered if he’d made a noise, and froze in place, holding his breath. If she heard him, she’d flee back into the statue and he’d miss his chance tonight. She only came out on Thursdays at midnight, and even then only for this one specific purpose. Alex bit down on his lip.
Her great green eyes searched the darkness of the gallery, tension in her stance. For a moment Alex thought she would give up and flee, but then a woman’s throaty laugh came from another part of the museum. Echo turned in that direction and longing replaced her watchful caution. She took a few hesitant steps then sped down the corridor in the direction the laugh had come from.
Moving as quietly as he could, Alex followed.
When he caught up with her, she was outside the entrance to the museum offices, her ear against the closed door. Alex heard another laugh, deep and male. Echo straightened and waved her hand and the door before her wavered, then appeared to fade away. Inside the now-revealed room, the occupants continued to talk and laugh, apparently unaware that they were exposed to Echo’s rapt stare.
Alex took up a position behind the large urn across the hall. From his vantage point he could watch her and the couple inside the room.
“Nick, we’ve got to stop meeting like this.” The museum’s assistant curator, Violet Smith Rockman, ran her hand down the shirtfront of the tall handsome man standing next to her. “Someone’s going to hear us.”
Nicholas Rockman, associate professor of antiquities at the nearby city college, collected her hand and kissed it. “Since our daughter was born, the museum is the one place we can make as much noise as we want. You work late on Thursday night…this is the only time we do this, when no one is around.”
Violet used her free hand to tug Nick’s shirt out of his pants. “But the security guard…”
“…is way on the other side of the building.” Nick slipped his hands under Violet’s sweater, fondling the heavy breasts underneath. “We have twenty minutes before he gets back here.”
“Twenty minutes…that’s not much time.” Violet’s busy fingers sped along the buttons of Nick’s shirt, revealing his lightly haired chest. She leaned over and licked his nipples, and Nick let loose a low groan.
Near the door, Echo put her hand over her mouth, suppressing her own groan.
“I know, but we still have enough time for this.” Nick pulled Violet’s sweater off and unfastened her bra.
As fascinated he was with Echo, Alex couldn’t help but admire Violet’s naked breasts. He knew she was breastfeeding but even so, they were enormous. Envy slashed through him as Nick kneaded the luscious globes and licked her swollen nipples.
Alex did his best to suppress a groan. He loved the feel of a plump nipple between his lips. One problem with his self-imposed celibacy was not having a woman’s tits to suck.
Not that he’d really had a choice after Mel-the-Bitch had dumped him. His former girlfriend had taken exception to his leaving the lucrative business of marketing and applying to graduate school to study photography. Melody had been fine with his obsession of taking photos in his spare time, in the limited moments of the evening and the occasional weekend hours. She’d been too busy with her own concerns, spendin
g time with her friends, trips to the shopping mall, manicures, and visits to the local spa.
Melody Martin had had any number of ways to spend her time—and his money—in entertaining herself.
But then he’d given up his soul-sucking job and announced that he was going back to school to study photography full time. It was his dream to become a professional photographer. The local university had classes he could take, but they were only offered during the day. He’d taken the security job at the museum to cover basic expenses so they’d have to scrimp for a while. Once through school he could become a professional and earn a healthy income from doing what he loved best.
It would only take a little time, he’d told Mel.
Too much time, apparently. Melody had taken a single day to try and “talk sense” to him, and when she’d failed to change his mind had packed her bags and much of their apartment and left, cleaning out their joint bank account at the same time. She’d even taken the kitchenware they’d picked out and he’d paid for, leaving his cupboards as empty as his bed.
Alex grimaced over that. He could forgive the money, but eating on cheap plastic plates with mismatched silverware got to a man. He’d gained ten pounds in the past year, a tribute to a steady diet of pizza and other fast food washed down with too much beer. Mel’s defection had left him with little appetite for anything else, including women of any kind.
Celibacy was easier than dealing someone who would cut your heart out when you were least expecting it, even if you had to give up sucking on plump nipples for a while.
Until he’d seen Echo he’d been relatively content with that situation. Now he watched her and desire sped through him, reminding him how nice being with a woman could be. Tonight he’d at least try for a taste of what he’d been missing.
By the door, Echo’s eyes darkened with passion as she watched the couple making love. When Nick licked Violet’s nipples, Echo licked her own fingers and ran them around her areolas, the circles dark through her flimsy gown. Her nipples grew hard and prominent through the thin fabric.
Alex smiled, imagining sucking on those luscious bits of her. Soon, soon, he promised himself.
In the office Violet tugged open Nick’s belt and unfastened his pants. Nick’s cock sprang out, fully erect. She went to her knees in front of him and licked the head, then drew the whole thing into her mouth. Nick’s eyes closed and his head fell back, his breath deepening, matching time to Violet’s movements.
Outside the doorway, Echo stared and she put her fingers into her mouth, attempting to mimic what Violet was doing to Nick. Alex’s smile widened at her efforts. She was getting pretty good at it. He couldn’t wait to test out her expertise on his own cock.
Speaking of which…watching the couple and the spying nymph was making his penis ache for attention.
Well, what would be the harm? As quietly as he could, Alex unfastened his pants and slid his erection out. He stroked himself with a far too practiced hand. It felt good, but not nearly what he knew Nick was feeling. Self-reliance had its limits. If only he could convince a handy mythical nymph to give him pleasure.
The mythical nymph in question had transferred her moistened fingers to the cleft between her legs, clutching her gown with her spare hand to get it out of the way. She worked her fingertips up and down her woman’s folds, lingering in the sensitive spots. To Alex it looked like she was as practiced with this kind of self-pleasure as he was…and as frustrated by it.
Well, he had a fix for that, something he would propose just as soon Nick and Violet finished their little session, when Echo would head back to her statue. He had a plan that would leave both of them satisfied.
In the room, Violet’s skirt came off and Nick slid her underpants down her thighs, past the stockings and garter belt she still wore. Stockings and a garter belt…Alex grinned. For a woman with as innocent a demeanor as Violet had, she sure knew how to dress to please her man. Nick’s face registered delight as he slid his hands up and down the silky fabric covering Violet’s legs.
Lifting her onto the edge of the desk, he spread her thighs and moved between them. The look on Violet’s face was pure love as Nick drove his cock deep within her. The pair moaned loudly, fortunately drowning out the matching moans of Echo and Alex as their fingers sped up to match the now furious pumping of Nick into Violet.
Under his hand Alex’s cock spasmed and his release grew imminent. He slowed, holding off. He didn’t want to finish this way, coming in his hand while watching the woman he desired masturbate. Shaking, he carefully replaced his still aching cock into his pants and zipped them up.
Echo leaned against the wall, her fingers delving deeper into her pussy, seeking elusive sexual relief. Violet and Nick moved in well-practiced unison, knowing just what tricks to pull to give each other the ultimate pleasure. Violet nibbled Nick’s neck, while he lifted her ass off the table, driving deeper into her. She shuddered and let loose a sharp cry into his neck. He clutched at her, once, twice, then a deep groan erupted from him as he emptied himself into his wife.
At the doorway, Echo cried out as well, a pitiful sound after the joyful noise that Violet had made. She might have found some relief, but Alex knew it hadn’t been sufficient. Her face registered frustration as she wiped her fingers on her gown.
Still joined, Violet and Nick leaned together, talking in quiet whispers, their faces radiating love for each other. For a moment Alex watched, drawn by the sight of their intimacy. That’s what sex looked like when love was involved. Even in the good days with Mel he’d never had that.
Alex shook his head and stared in the other direction. He wasn’t looking for love, didn’t want a lover, certainly didn’t want to be part of a couple like Violet and Nick. The last time he’d gotten serious about a woman…well, thinking about it wouldn’t do any good. Some wounds took a long time to heal, and he wasn’t ready to deal with the ones Mel had left behind.
All he wanted was a woman to ease his aching balls, to satisfy his need for a good fuck. Echo was just the woman he wanted—beautiful, with great legs and tits, and she needed satisfaction as much as he did. She couldn’t leave the museum and follow him home, wouldn’t expect more than what she got from him. When they finished they would part company, no muss, no fuss.
Echo also watched the happy couple cuddling and whispering sweet words to each other. Straightening, she leaned against the doorframe and waved her hand. The door reappeared, solid as it had been. For a moment she stood still, her look defeated, then slowly she moved down the hallway back towards her statue.
Her attitude radiated sadness, and Alex felt a momentary pang of sympathy. She looked like she’d loved and lost someone just as he had. Maybe what he had in mind wasn’t such a good idea…he could wind up hurting her, and that wasn’t right.
Then again…Echo needed to get laid as much as he did and he wanted her too much to give up. He’d try to convince her to have sex with him. If she refused, so be it, he’d let her go. But if she didn’t refuse…it was too tempting to not try.
Keeping out of sight, he followed her.
As she reached the narrow hallway leading to the gallery that held her statue, Echo walked faster and Alex had to run through an adjacent room to get in front of her. He had to be between her and her statue, but they needed to be beyond earshot of Violet and Nick for his plan to work. He arrived at the end of the hall just as she appeared at its other end. He held his breath as she came towards him.
When she reached the middle of the hall, he deliberately cleared his throat. Immediately Echo froze in place and pressed against the wall, her eyes frantic as her gaze searched the darkened hall.
Alex moved out of the shadows and into the hall, moving to within a few feet of her startled form. He tried a reassuring smile that got no response from her other than a further widening of her green eyes.
Well, it was now or never. “Hello, Echo. Having fun?”
Chapter Two
Merciful Aphrodite, the man was s
peaking to her. Worse, he was doing so while she was in solid form. Horrified, Echo stared at the human male in the ugly brown uniform who blocked the hallway in front of her.
No one was ever supposed to see her like this. It was a violation of all the rules and if the gods found out she was using magic to take solid form—not to mention making solid walls disappear—there’d be all sorts of trouble…trouble that she didn’t need. Even Aphrodite who’d given her those meager powers wouldn’t be able to help her if Hera heard that Echo was on the loose.
She shouldn’t have slipped out of her statue, but several weeks ago she’d heard Narcissus’s voice for the first time in centuries and hadn’t been able to help herself. She’d had to see him. Not even Hera could have kept her from doing so. When it turned out that he was a regular visitor to the museum, she’d been delighted. At first.
But then she’d realized that his visits were to another woman, a woman he loved. By listening carefully, she’d learned that Narcissus had been a statue in the nearby park, and had temporarily become human so he could love a human woman named Violet. Ultimately he’d earned his permanent humanity by convincing the Goddess Aphrodite that he’d learned self-sacrifice. Now renamed Nicolas Rockman, he and Violet were married and even had a child. It was to avoid making too much noise around their little girl that they’d taken to making love late at night in the museum. It was a circumstance much to Echo’s prurient delight.
Oh yes, her delight. After three thousand years of not being able to participate herself, she’d been reduced to watching others make love.
It hadn’t been that way when she was alive. She’d been a saucy nymph, up for the latest mischief, involved in every gossip. She’d enjoyed life then and to the fullest. Echo had been well-known for her love of the joys of the flesh.
But then Hera had caught her using her chatter to distract the goddess so that Zeus could hide the fact that he was dallying with the other nymphs. She’d lost her voice as a result. That had been bad enough, but later she’d lost her heart. She’d seen Narcissus and fallen in love. Of course he hadn’t noticed her. He’d never noticed her all those years ago.
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