jims legacy 01 - jim sees dead people

by D. R. Rosier

  I replied, “Damn, ok, should I just leave well enough alone, I don’t want to out myself for magic to a normal human.”

  “Another small push wouldn’t hurt, by the time it helps she will think it was the breakfast.”

  I closed my eyes and concentrated, stealing another small shard of power, and fed it to the one already in there. There should be a small immediate boost to her health. Hopefully she will think it’s the shower waking her up.

  I went back to the room. She came back in a few minutes later. I watched as she changed, she looked a little uncomfortable changing in front of me, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t leer or joke or flirt. I was so proud of myself for holding in all the stupid humor that ran through my head.

  It was between meals at the cafeteria but she had a car, so we headed to the town nearby and got some steak and egg breakfasts at the diner. It was really good. By the time we left she was feeling much better so I asked her if there was anything she needed to get done for Monday, our first classes still two days away.

  She shrugged then said, “We can head to the mall, I wouldn’t mind looking for clothes.”

  I said, “Sounds fun, let’s do it. I need to pick up some sleepwear too.”

  I figured I could buy some night clothes at VS, drooling at the thought of Tracy seeing me in the stuff. I decided I was most definitely an exhibitionist, at least for those that I liked, I’m not sure how I would feel about strangers and I wondered if that really counted? Shrugging we headed into the mall on a mission.

  I pulled out my phone when it beeped, got a text from Rick. When I read it I was so relieved, he wanted to know what I was doing and if we could get together. At least he still wants to see me.

  I texted back, “I am out shopping with Tracy. She had some iron deficiency and fainted last night, going to stick with her for the rest of the day. Tomorrow?

  He replied, “Sure, want to hit the lake for picnic, say 11am?”

  I sent back, “I would love to, see you then.” I couldn’t wait to see him, see what he said about things.

  Tracy got her shopping done picking up a few more outfits and I convinced her to come with me into VS. I picked up a pair of red silk PJ’s, and a few other racier items. We did some window shopping and then headed back to the college to catch dinner. Tracy was funny and great company when she forgot to feel guilty about her feelings, or withdrew into that shyness. Thankfully she didn’t do too much of that.

  I said, “Any plans for tonight?”

  She shook her head, “No, you?”

  I shrugged, “How about a movie? We should probably avoid bars and drinking tonight. If you want to spend more time with me that is?”

  She sighed, totally faking long suffering and said, “I suppose.”

  I let her pick the movie and we wound up watching a thriller with romance thrown in. It wasn’t bad. By the end of the movie I could tell she was back to a hundred percent health wise. Her color had returned and she was in a better mood, though still awkward at times. While we drove back through to the college I caught a whiff of vampire on my senses.

  Remembering Tracy almost died I decided I was going to do something. I reached out and into the vampire with my power, instead of stealing his energy I just hooked it, so I could spy on and find him no matter where he was. A useful tool from my childhood I didn’t use anymore on people, but felt perfectly fine about using it on an enemy, an evil vampire.

  Tracy said, “I had a great time today, and I feel so much better.”

  I squeezed her hand then let it linger a bit before pulling back, “I had a great time too, I lucked out getting you as a roommate.”

  Tracy grinned and said, “No, that was me, I lucked out.”

  I giggled, “Thanks, but I really did too.” I sounded sincere by the end of my statement.

  She blushed but this time she smiled through it and reached out and squeezed my hand. Maybe she was less repressed than I thought, I did read her mind when she was very weak and in a bad state. That can make a world of difference at times.

  I held onto her hand after the squeeze, weaving my fingers between hers. She didn’t claim it back until we finished getting through the campus and found a parking spot relatively close to our dorm.

  She said, “Can I have my hand back?” in a teasing tone.

  I said, “Only if you promise not to run,” arching my eyebrow.

  She asked in a low voice, “But, if I don’t run how can you catch me?” looking in my eyes.

  This time I blushed, but I didn’t look away from her eyes at all as my heartbeat sped up.

  I said breathlessly, “You mean I haven’t already?” challenge in my eyes.

  She giggled and broke eye contact as she said questioningly, “Maybe?”

  We walked up to our room, I was dying to look in her head, but honestly the racing heart, nervousness, anticipation mixed with being unsure. I wouldn’t give up those feelings for anything, it made me feel so alive. My lips tingled in anticipation as my breathing sped up a little. She unlocked the door letting us in our room and closed the door.

  When she looked at me I almost gasped, her eyes were full of question, and an almost painful look of vulnerability. A fear of being hurt, rejected. A fear that her step father was right about her. I didn’t need to read her mind. I could see it all on her face and in her eyes.

  It wasn’t all bad though, I could see her attraction to me, and hope. I reached out and caressed her face slowly, when she didn’t reject that touch I slid my hand around and cupped her neck. I pulled her in for a kiss, a gentle brush of our lips. Then I took a tiny step back and looked into her eyes. Letting her make the next move.

  My eyes showed her my vulnerability, my attraction, and a tinge of lust. She responded to me by wrapping her arms around me and pulling me in for a kiss. Her lips soft and pliant as mine were. We slowly caressed and explored each other as the kiss transformed from tentative, to soft, to passionate and finally hungry.

  I gasped into her mouth as I felt her soft hands slide under my shirt and touch my bare flesh. I nipped her bottom lip then kissed my way across her neck to kiss and suckle her earlobe. When that drew a gasp I sucked harder and slipped my hands into her shirt as well, caressing with my soft fingertips and teasing with brushing finger nails.

  We separated, breathless, flushed and smiling. I started to undress her and saw nerves and panic in her eyes for a second, but she banished it with a sigh. I felt the weight of the trust she was extending, this was not normal for her and it was precious to me. She was taller than me, and while she did not have a washboard stomach she most certainly did have an hourglass figure. She was marvelous.

  When I leaned down slightly and took her nipple in my mouth I could scent her arousal and it made me moan in to her breast. I gently manipulated her other nipple with my fingers, avoiding giving any pain, just pleasure. I love a good hard nipple twist, but I instinctively sensed she wouldn’t. So I brushed it gently between my fingertips while sucking in her other nipple and licking the tip.

  She must have decided it was her turn because she pushed me back a bit and started to strip my clothes. When the last article fell to the floor she was drinking me in with her eyes, longing and lust burning in her beautiful hazel eyes. We shuffled over to my bed, for the simple reason it was closest to where we were standing. I gently pushed her back and crawled onto the bed.

  Then hovering above her I kissed her softly. I allowed our breasts to light brush, teasing our senses, increasing our need. Then I kissed my way down her body and spent some time on her breasts. I was propped up on my left elbow and started teasing her body with my right hand, caressing under her breasts, grazing them. Running my finger tips down her stomach to caress her inner thighs.

  Not sure why I was convinced I shouldn’t be rough with her breasts, it was instinctive. However I found out a short time later. Without stimulating any other erogenous zones her breathing picked up pace dramatically in just a few short minutes of my tongue
and lips teasing her. Another few minutes of attention on her nipple and…

  She gasped out, “God Mina, that feels so good!”

  She launched into an intense orgasm. I realized with tits that sensitive a painful twist mixing pleasure and pain for me would be absolute torture for her on these sensitive breasts. I could smell her arousal and needed to taste her so I abandoned her nipple and kissed my way down her body.

  I licked her center, her honey soaked labia like silk against my tongue. I moaned when I reached the apex of my lick, stimulating her clit with vibrations and the light pressure of my tongue then lowered my tongue for another pass. This time I pushed in a little, separating that first silken barrier with my tongue, the sides hugging my tongue lightly as I licked back up to her clit.

  I moaned in pleasure when she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into her as she arched her back. Her reactions caused me to redouble my efforts and I pleasured her with my tongue and lips, sucking in her clit and licking it every ten seconds or so. She was fairly close so I slid in a middle finger and curled it. Invading her molten core and looking for the hottest spot.

  When I found it she gasped loudly and ground herself against my finger and face. Right before she went over I attacked her clit, raising her higher before she fell off the cliff. I heard her scream muffled by what I assume was my pillow as I moved my finger in and out quickly and licked the outside of her lips trying to extend her rapture.

  When her arched back relaxed back against my bed I withdrew my finger and crawled up her body and lay down next to her. Softly kissing her lips she slipped her tongue into my mouth to taste herself and we moaned lightly in pleasure.

  She whispered, “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been with a woman before.”

  I smiled and said reassuringly, “Just do what feels right to you. You know what you like as a woman. I will say though my tits aren’t as sensitive as yours, you can be…. Rougher. I will tell you if I need something another way, nothing to stress.”

  She kissed me again, and I felt her caress my body, tease my breasts and areolas but leaving my nipples alone. I moaned into her mouth, the anticipation of her touch there was driving me crazy.

  She broke the kiss and whispered, “Be a sec, don’t move,” and left the bed.

  I whimpered as she took herself away. Then gasped when she came back and I heard the buzzing. She brushed my nipple with the small finger vibrator and pleasure shot through me. I felt my pussy clench and drip honey down between my legs. And she was worried about what to do? My god.

  She sucked in my other nipple into her mouth, her lips stimulating my puffy areola as she nipped my nipple and struck the other one with the finger vibrator. She kept doing this again and again, each time the pleasure struck me a little harder. I have had guys and other girls play with my tits for a while, I had never come from it, ever. Until now.

  “Oh my god, don’t STOP,” I begged in a moan then ended in a loud gasp.

  She pressed down on my nipple hard with the vibrator and bit my other nipple. My core tightened then radiated lightning pleasure throughout my body as I lost all coherent thought.

  Several moments later I gasped as I remembered to breathe.

  She left my breasts and went south, her tongue and lips teasing my flesh. She caressed my inner thigh and around my core with the vibrator without touching it.

  The vibrations teased my labia and clit. I was about to start begging when I felt her suck in my clit and lick it. She slid that teasing finger between my soaked lips into my burning core, stopping when she found my special spot. Then she teased it with the vibrator, touching down for only a second each time she pulled out then pushed back in. She started to suck in my clit and nibble, or lick in time with the vibrator tapping my g-spot.

  I rose, and I rose, and I rose. Every time I was about to fall off she would tap again then back off, raising me higher instead. It was insane how much pleasure this woman was giving me for her first time with another woman. Just as it was getting painful, the rise too high, in danger of falling without the promised ecstasy she pushed me over by holding it on my g-spot and biting my clit.

  I muffled myself with my pillow. Otherwise I think the whole dorm would have known about my orgasm that night. I screamed in pleasure and I could feel the tears falling from my eyes from the intensity. I think I even passed out for a moment. When I came to it was to a massive aftershock, pleasure shooting through my body making me jump.

  I looked at Tracy with my mouth open, disbelief in my eyes, “First time?”

  She blushed and nodded.

  “Wow,” I said, channeling my father’s brilliance as he would say.

  I took her hand and pulled lightly, indicating what I wanted so she came back up to eye level. I just kissed her and kissed her. My body still suffering the occasional aftershock.

  Once I recovered we 69’d, our bodies trembling against each other filling the other with pleasure and rapture. I convinced her that her bed was too far, and it would be dangerous to leave this one and we fell asleep into each other’s arms. I had the feeling she liked me way too much too soon. Of course, that feeling was totally mutual.

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  I woke up at sunrise, the sun waking me up. I took a quick shower and got dressed. I had business to take care of.

  Perhaps I was a coward, but I thought she would be horribly embarrassed discussing the idea of polyamory with me, at least until she had a clear idea of what it was. She had moral issues with what we did last night to fight through, so I knew that it would be that much harder. But it was time to tell her. So I left her a note and my tablet PC with the web page open, begging her to read it with an open mind.

  On my way out I begged and pleaded for some energy, Andrea gave me a lot. More than what I needed so I would have a stockpile, I could hold it pretty much indefinitely, I just couldn’t get more without help.

  My last thought as I left the room was that if I hurt her it would absolutely kill me. Damn empathy.

  It was time to claim my college, to make it safe for my fellow students. I closed my eyes and focused, following the hook I had left in that vampire last night.

  They were about 5 kilometers north. I sighed and started to jog, I may not have had upper body strength but my legs could go forever and I was in excellent cardiovascular shape. I stopped in front of a closed up strip mall, looking around seeing no one around I used a little power to break in. I felt them below me so searched for a stairwell.

  I found it behind a locked steel fire door that would have taken explosives or a battering ram to open, if you couldn’t pick a lock with a thought that is. I found 8 of them, unconscious with the sun, defenseless. Not wanting to make a mistake I scanned them all. 7 had the oily nasty feel to it. One of them was clear, clean and refreshing.

  I wrote a note, explaining that he didn’t have to be stuck with evil ones. That my hometown was a haven for vampires who didn’t kill, torture or endanger their blood donors. I left my number and my father’s number, the name of the town. Then I put the note in his hand.

  The other 7 were another story. I stripped out their dark power, using the light energy to cleanse the dark as I absorbed it into me. Burning off the evil slimy miasma and making it pure dark energy. A pleasure to hold within me.

  I dragged the 7 bodies to the corner then combined just a little of the light and dark energy creating purple flames. When I cast it at the vampires there was no smoke, no burning bodies, and no smell. The fire simply consumed them as if the bodies simply disappeared into the flames, leaving nothing behind.

  I swallowed hard. I had learned to use my power, and was encouraged to use it to protect when I had the opportunity to do so safely without exposure to normal humans. But I had never taken a life before. Not even an evil one. I did not feel bad about their inability to fight back. They were evil, murderers, kidnappers, and probably torturers. Plus I was just one girl, no such thing as a fair fight.

  I shivered and left
the cellar behind to head back to the dorm. I would need another shower, and I would need to talk to Tracy before I went off with Rick to our picnic at 11.

  Chapter 4

  When I got back to the dorm Tracy was awake and reading the tablet. Her face was a mixture of shock and curiosity.

  “Be right back, I need a quick shower, ran like 10k this morning.”

  Tracy nodded distractedly, not looking up from the tablet. I grabbed my stuff and headed for the shower. The run back had cleared my head. I didn’t feel guilty about what I had done. I just hated the necessity of it. Hope springs eternal and I was always looking for the best in people.

  The shower sluiced through the sweat, and the damp smell of the basement. Feeling refreshed I checked the time, still only 8am. I headed for the room hoping Tracy would want to join me for breakfast, I was starving. I threw on a cute sundress and some sandals, I loved this weather. Tracy was done reading, my tablet now sitting on my desk. Her face was lost. I sat down and took her hand.

  I started telling her about my father and six mothers, and our crazy uncle and twenty aunts. I explained how much love and light lived where I grew up and how I wanted the same thing for my family one day. I told her how the multiple sex partners was just one small part of it, just like a normal marriage should be, but had more hands in when things broke down.

  When a tear rolled down her cheek I was sure I lost her but when she looked at me I could see a great longing in her tearful eyes.

  She whispered, “That sounds so beautiful compared to… The hell… I grew up in.”

  I took Tracy into my arms and just held her. After a while her sniffles stopped and she kissed me passionately. When she pulled back she was smiling.

  Tracy said in a knowing voice, “So, you have that guy Rick on your line yet?”

  I gasped. Smiling I said, “I don’t know. I told him about it the night of the concert, the picnic is the first I’ll be seeing him again. How do you feel about that?”