She kneels beside me and taunts with unhurried movement, tugging at my briefs. My penis springs free, now fully erect. She smiles, and slowly, completes the removal of all that remains, then eases one leg over to straddle my quivering body, her eyes locked on mine. She reaches down and soft fingertips discover the root of my desire. A surge of erotic sensation erupts as her grasp tightens and she begins a slow, rhythmic stroke. With our union tantalizingly near, she guides the tip of my manhood along her succulent passage, moist with anticipation. I want to move, I want to thrust into her, but her eyes command that I remain perfectly still.
One sudden plunge, she slams down hard, hair flung back and gasping delight. Letting the initial entrance simmer, she gazes down on me from dreamy eyes framed by dark strands crossing her face. A soft bite of her lip, eyes fluttering as she bears down, she shifts and wiggles, savoring the full extent of me inside her.
She eases upward—I fear too much—but she is in complete control, clinging to my desire by the smallest measure. A minor grin as she hesitates, teasing, then she slides down easy, slow, eyes drifting closed, moaning the entire distance.
Settled atop my groin, she grinds into me, hips squirming. She rises and slams down hard, again, sooner, quicker and harder, her motion becoming vigorous, pounding her body into mine again and again. She pants feverishly, glistening with sweat, and thrusts with such force she must steady herself. She reaches to my chest and drives her fingernails into my flesh. I can be still no longer, and join in her rhythm.
My hands wander as we collide, exploring her marvelous body, smooth and soft yet so firm, and so heated by her furious motion. Her petite breasts bounce joyfully, and I cannot resist—my fingertips brush across her nipples and tease playfully, then venture lower, down her sleek belly and around her waist, to the slope of her curvaceous hips. Holding her flanks, I pull voraciously, driving myself deeper with each penetrating thrust. She matches my vigor and my hands thirst for more, reaching around her back to discover a magnificent contour where the two halves meet in the center. Her body is rock-solid, yet her skin is delicately soft, and bathed in a sea of sweat.
Arms around her, I tug gently, easing her forward, down to me. Her hands slide off my chest, to the grass, and a nipple drops down to tickle my waiting lips. My tongue chases after the stiff candy, salted by her sweat, a flavor that intensifies the inferno burning within me. Oh, oh, I’m ready to burst, I’m going to—
Expertly, she rolls over to slip beneath me, and postpones my ecstasy. I pull back and get up on knees spread wide, her outstretched legs against my chest. She stares up at me, out of breath and sweaty, lying in a pool of dark strands spread across our grassy bed.
With a firm hold of her thighs, I pull tight and insert myself. Slipping into her ignites a divine sensation that shoots up my spine, spreads to every extremity, and finding no quarter left to permeate, races back down and into her.
Her legs flail against my chest, she shudders, and her gentle moaning swells as her thighs quiver in my grasp. Her tummy contracts in a sudden convulsion, curling her back as it rises from the grass. She reaches to my shoulders, her moist lips slack, staring at me, and her gasps escalate to piercing cries of passion.
Her time is near. I pause our furious rhythm, remaining fully embedded within her. Her tummy tightens in small jerks, curling her back more and more, bringing her lips closer to mine.
A faint pulsing is evident during our cessation of motion. The gentle squeezing tickles my desire, joined by a warmth as her moisture flows across my groin, leading to a spasm of erotic pleasure running a wild course throughout my body.
Her sweet lips brush against mine and the gentle caress becomes the final note in our symphony of sex, unleashing the powerful storm swelling within me. My temperature soars, the bottom of my feet are on fire! A mighty surge erupts, her cries escalate, and she begins her climax.
Her fingers crawl up my neck and find a handful of hair. She clamps tight and tugs, pulling me down to smother my face in hers. Her moist lips slide across mine, our tongues tangling as we share orgasms, floating across a universe of ecstasy.
Excitement melts like sparks on a breeze, my body spent, all essence drained. I rest on her chest, struggling for breath, as our sweaty skins meld together. My pounding heart chases after hers, and for a moment, the two beat as one.
* * *
Slow, easy breathing, so quiet a heartbeat is clear, I lie cradled in her loving arms.
She whispers, “You’re amazing.”
With my face nuzzled against her neck, I murmur, “Only trying.”
“Trying what?” she asks, shifting to one side, straining for a look at me.
I lift my head what little I’m able, and gaze into those gorgeous brown eyes. “Trying to be as amazing as you, my dear. That was incredible.”
She smiles and pulls me down, my lips back to her neck, where very lightly, I kiss her a few times. As I melt in her embrace, she gently strokes my back and fiddles with my hair, all the while rocking me as would a mother coaxing her child to sleep.
After resting a spell, I wiggle free of her tender touches and roll over to snuggle at her side. She looks at me and smiles, her satisfaction evident.
“Now do you understand?” she asks.
“Understand what?”
“What I was telling you earlier, about sex.”
“I know I like it, I understand that much. That was wonderful.”
“Yes, it was, but I was also hoping it might help you understand better.”
My gaze wanders to the pink sky, full of puffy white clouds. “It might, but having sex that good, with you, all the thinking goes away, all the worry over what anything means. I’m so lost in it, I don’t really care if I understand anything ever again.”
“For now, and that was the point. I wanted your body to take over for a while, so you could see that it has needs, too. And calm that urge you forgot how to control.”
“There’s a way to control it?”
“Don’t starve your body’s sexual hunger. Give it what it craves. It doesn’t have to be every ten minutes of every day, but none is worse. The urge takes over and runs your life. Give your body a reasonable amount of pleasure, and it obeys. It’s happy now, right?”
“Very.”
“Now you’re calling the shots, not the body.”
So it’s another trick. Well, I’ll participate in that trick any time she asks. And her goal is reached, I do understand. Sexual relations have a profound effect. Beyond the obvious pleasure, it gives the intellect a rest. The thinking mind is off somewhere else, doing whatever. But soon it returns, armed with a question.
I look to her in earnest. “Madison, does this mean we’ll have a child?”
She looks away. “I’m sorry, Adam, we can’t do that.”
“But isn’t that the whole point, to make more bodies? You know, children.”
“There’s more to it than just making bodies. You enjoy doing it, don’t you?”
“Sure I like doing it, but what about kids?”
“We’re at war. Children take too long.”
“What do kids have to do with war?”
“They don’t, that’s the point.”
“I don’t understand.”
She gets annoyed. “Adam, you can’t fight a war in a child’s body.”
“I wouldn’t expect to. I’ll fight while I’m an adult, then I’ll come back and be a kid for a while, right?”
Her stare turns hollow. My suggestion has triggered terrible regret.
“I’m so sorry, Adam.”
“I won’t come back?”
“No, you’ll come back,” she says, her sorrow deepening. “Like always—ready to fight.”
“What do you mean?”
She hesitates, afraid to tell, like my favorite pet died while I was away.
“There are no children,” she says.
“What? Why not?”
“We’re incapable of reproducing.”
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nbsp; “Why?”
She reveals a disturbing bit of information. “We’re fixed, all of us. Our bodies lack the ingredients to make more.”
“Look, I didn’t ask how, I asked why. Why are there no children? Why don’t we get to be kids?”
“I’m sorry, Adam, it has to be this way. There’s no time for that.”
“You’re dodging the question. Why is there no time for children?”
“We’re at war, remember? Children are wonderful, I agree. I miss that experience as much as you, but there’s just no time for family life.”
“I don’t see why any war should keep us from having families. Just because I father a child doesn’t mean I can’t fight.”
“Sure, but do you want that child fighting along with you?”
“Of course not.”
“You don’t understand, Adam. This war is serious, our enemy is vicious. We’re vastly outnumbered, and the outcome could rest on the actions of a single individual. Every available being has to assume its most capable form, fully grown and prepared for combat, or we’re sure to be enslaved. Are you willing to risk that for the sake of childhood, either your own, or the children you father?”
This is terribly depressing, but my conviction to freedom is undeniable.
“No.”
“And think about the people fighting along with you, like Matt and David. Not only are they good friends, they’re experienced soldiers, loyal to you and your cause. Suppose they’re killed, then what are you going to do? Wait until they grow up again?”
“There’s no time for that.”
“Right. That’s why we do it this way. Instead of waiting years, you’re back together and ready to go the same day.”
Yeah, ready to go. To war.
* * *
Madison suggests that we bathe, and starts exploring the garden, lured on by the faint trickle of nearby water. We follow the sound and find a calm stream sparkling under late afternoon sun. She skips down the bank and slips into the shallow current, gently streaming past her hips. She leans forward to immerse herself, then snaps up to fling back her wet mane.
Beads of moisture cling to her golden skin and reflect intense flashes of sunlight. This irritating sensory input makes me uneasy, I must squint and look away. The bright flashes remind me of something, but the memory is unclear. Whatever it was, I don’t want to see it again.
I descend the bank and join her. The water is cool, a nice relief from the warm day. Scooping water with her hands, she cleanses herself of our encounter. I step through the current and assist her. She returns the same, and together we bathe each other.
“Madison, I’m confused. If none of us are having children, what about Matt?”
“What about him?”
“You said he’s your brother. But if what you say is true, none of us have parents. So how could he be your brother?”
“Well, he is my brother. Or I should say, was my brother, because he was, a long time ago, before the war. We may have different bodies now, but some things never change, and having Matt as my little brother is one of them. A lot of people follow each other around like that, forming families that used to be families before, or even longtime friends.”
Of all the memories revived today, many bizarre to even imagine, her idea of siblings is not so outrageous. As one encounters likable people along the way, why not continue spending time with them? How many brothers and sisters might I have? Countless. And what about wives, or even girlfriends? An unsettling thought. Some things may be better left forgotten.
* * *
Back on shore, we search for our clothes. I almost expect Matt to show up and tell us how sick it makes him. Brotherly love can be odd at times. What will he have to say about today’s adventure?
As I step into my jeans, I notice Madison has gathered her things but isn’t bothering to get dressed. She wanders away naked.
“Hey, wait for me.”
I hurry to button my jeans, grab my shirt, vest and boots, and chase after her. She looks back and smiles, then disappears behind a hedge. The maze of plant life hides all but the occasional sound of her laughter. I thrash and swipe, pushing past dense overgrowth, then emerge in a grassy meadow. She’s climbing the embankment, heading back to the forest.
“Hey, wait up!”
She reaches the top and slips from view. She’s teasing me and enjoying every minute of it. I charge up the hill, slicing through tall grass, determined to catch her.
Back to the shady forest, my search is magnified. The woods are full of wandering units, all naked. Which one is Madison?
There she is—the long dark hair, that’s her. I creep up from behind, wrap an arm around her tummy, and pull tight. She’s not getting away from me this time.
She whirls around, groping madly and humping my leg. Not Madison. The female, while certainly gorgeous, needs to learn some manners. She’s getting my jeans wet. I pull free and tear off into the forest, any direction will do, just get me away from that mindless thing.
Ahead is another female with dark hair, past leafy branches hanging low, masking a decent view. The skin tone may be off a bit, but the forest shade could be casting a shadow. The hair’s a little different, but close, and the hips are about right . . .
What’s wrong with me? Just go for it.
“Madison?”
Before she can respond, a male unit glides in and sweeps her off her feet, both tumbling through a bed of leaves as they begin to . . .
No, that couldn’t be her. She wouldn’t do that with him, would she? Well, if it is her, I have earned my just rewards. The failure to assert myself has left me out in the cold.
From behind, fingers caress my shoulder. I twist around to face another female, this one with better manners, as she is simply running fingertips along my skin, curiously indulging in the sensation rather than groping me with wild abandon. It’s the woman, or unit, that was spying on us earlier, from behind the tree. Or its twin. There could be more than one, as Mac explained. She is beautiful, her skin light and silky, rusty hair long and straight. She seems familiar, and might be if not for the hollow gaze, that colorless dull gray. Regardless, her soft touches give rise to many sensations. Against my better judgment, I reach out and slide fingers along her side, and lower, to the slope of her hip. Her skin is incredibly smooth, as if brand new, and our gentle exchange, while perfectly innocent, may be the first step toward an exchange of greater pleasures, not so innocent. I’m becoming aroused. Is this okay? Her fingertips glide across my bare chest as we ease closer, nearing a kiss.
I’m yanked backward, stumbling over a log, and land in a spiny thicket. I raise a hand over my brow to shade bright sun coming through the trees.
“What the hell are you doing?” Madison stands over me, naked except for the wad of clothing under one arm, and she’s pissed.
“Looking for you,” I say.
“You seem to be easily distracted.”
“Her? That was nothing. I was just curious.”
She yanks me upright. “Watch who you get curious with.” She gets in my face. “You might get hurt.” Her fiery stare intensifies, then she storms off in a huff, back to the forest path.
She’s right, I am easily distracted, this time by the rousing swing of her hips as she stalks away, naked as the day she was born. Or rather, the day that gorgeous body was manufactured.
* * *
On our way back to the farmhouse, Madison starts getting into her clothes. Each time she pauses to add another item, I take the chance to say I’m sorry, which prompts her to postpone dressing and hurry along. After a dozen apologies, we’re dressed again and she agrees to forgive me, but not very sincere, more like she’s annoyed or distracted and wants me to shut up already. She keeps looking to the sun hanging low in the sky, just above the treetops.
Back at the farmhouse, we find Mac in the living room, reading a book and sipping tea. He sets the book down and motions to the sofa, inviting us to stay and socialize, even offers t
o fetch us drinks, anything we’d like.
“No, Mac,” Madison says. “Maybe another time. We have a long ride ahead of us.”
She hauls me out the front door and Mac follows to offer his good-byes. Three seconds of me shaking his hand is all she can stand before dragging me down the steps. I was only trying to be polite. Mac stands on the porch watching as we don our jackets and helmets.
“Stop by for a visit anytime,” he says, like he already misses us.
Someday perhaps, but if for another body, not anytime soon, I hope. Knowing a fresh vehicle awaits does little to ease the painful thought of losing the one I have.
Mac waves good-bye, then he turns to the front door and shuffles inside, back to his world of mindless drones. We should have stayed longer, spent the night even, at least one night. He’d probably like that, sit and talk awhile, with real people. I would if I were him, but not Madison. She can’t leave fast enough, ready to sit me on the bike herself.
“What’s your hurry?” I ask.
“It’ll be dark soon.” She looks to the day’s last sun punching through the trees.
I study the forest, but can’t see anything past the orange glow. “They turn into zombies or something?”
She smirks. “They manage that day or night.” She taps her wrist, at a nonexistent timepiece. “Time to go.”
Maybe I’ll buy her a watch someday, to replace the imaginary one.
“All right, we’re going.”
When I lift a leg over the bike, I’m paralyzed by a shooting pain, up my insides and ending in my chest. Then it’s gone as quick as it came.
“You okay?” she asks.
“How about you drive this time. I’m not feeling so good.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, just a little beat.”
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