Nevertheless, my Katie was simply a magician and appeared to have anticipated this interaction in advance. It was accomplished with a mere an inflection in her voice, a minor tweak and a drop or two of urgency that made the knowing, comprehending, look on the face of my mother disappear.
“Auntie, Estefan is sick!” So simple, so perfect.
“What?!?” was my mother immediate maternal response. She rushed the rest of the way through the door and came to the side of the bed. “What happened?” she asked in a flurry.
I smiled wanly at her as Katie explained. “I’m not sure either of us knows for certain, he was fine, got up after his alarm woke us both up, and began getting his stuff together. I went to wash up and, all of a sudden, he burst through the bathroom door holding his mouth. I really didn’t even have the time to ask what was wrong, because before I could react, he was throwing up in the toilet. A lot, Auntie, like he had eaten something bad and his body were rejecting it…” She paused, thinking of a sudden.
I was delighted, she was such a perfect liar!
“No, it was different than that, it was like something was making him throw up, as if it was forcing him to reject what was in his body. Like if his stomach was being pumped, it was awful!”
Her statement made me frown. I glanced up at her. What the fuck was she talking about? Had it really looked like that?
My mother’s face melted with sympathy. “Oh my god, Estefan, how do you feel now?”
I have to admit it, I Ferris Bueller’ed¹ the shit. “Better, mom, although my head was pounding after I finished,” I said gesturing with a hand. “I was able to make it out here, but Katie offered to massage me.” Dramatic pause here for affect. “Now, if I don’t move too much, I feel ok… decent.”
She let that sink in. I could see her realign what she thought she’d seen earlier – no, they weren’t being overly intimate. They were just acting precisely the way we’ve taught them – take care of your family. “Well, thank god, Katie was here to take care of you, who’s to say what would’ve happened if she hadn’t been here.”
I merely smiled, though somewhat stiffly, because the pain was still coursing through my head. Katie’s warm touch dulled it nicely, but hadn’t banished it altogether.
“So, I guess that means you won’t be going to school then, huh?” reasoned my mother, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth, a thing she did when circumstances arose that couldn’t be changed and was forced to submit to them.
“It’s only a minimum day, mom,” I managed, feeling a funny tingling in my nose, almost as though I could feel what I was smelling. It was – and still is – very hard to describe. “I think I can afford to miss it.”
My mother nodded, concluding it wasn’t much of an issue.
Then, I recalled something. “You’ll just have to call the school and let them know I am sick, so I won’t have any issues when the new school year starts in August.” My voice sounded like a flock of geese, all croaks and squawks.
My mother thought to herself for a second, while Katie continued to rub at my temples. “Ok, I’ll call the school,” she began as she regained her feet. Her hands were on the tops of her knees, “and take care of that for you, Effy? You guys need any more money?”
“No,” I said at once, not willing to garner suspicion over what should’ve been only Katie and I eating for the day. The fact we blew through nearly all the $380.00 she’d given us, might’ve caused my mother to look deeper into what we had really done the day before. I wanted none of that. It might lead her down the actual path to the truth. I never wanted her to know Katie and I had made love. Never! It might have been feral and intense, and though we would always consider it making love. It didn’t escape the fact my dick had still been buried in her pussy. The thought alone, would sicken my mother beyond anything she could’ve ever dreamed. I didn’t want her to have to go through any of that shit.
My mother’s mouth tugged playfully to one side, and I knew I had diverted her attention exactly as I had intended. She was thinking I didn’t want to overburden the family by asking for too much money. She figured I was being a proper, well manner son, and not the depraved retch that I actually was. Damn, I’m good! Always have been…, but she’s my mom, shouldn’t I stop?
“Ok, Effy,” she turned to make for the door and the waft of her skirt unexpectedly sent an almost imperceptible rustle of air in my direction.
To my utter astonishment, a thrust of a thousand, thousand scents assaulted my nose almost at once. Smells unlike anything I had ever imagined in my life. Not just the fragrance of her perfume or the body wash she had used earlier when she had taken her morning shower, or even her own individual musk, which, in itself stunned me where I lay – it was so much more. Each of those things, streaking though my brain like a million lasers, was identifiable, undeniable, and distinct. It was almost as though I could smell the separate parts that made them; the jasmine, the aloe Vera, and the honey butter in her body wash, and yet even those were broken down and categorized in my mind in an instant. I could smell the starch on the material of her skirt, the residual smell of detergent below the ozone left behind by the iron she had used upon the garment. There was the sharp, soapy odor of the shaving cream upon her legs, the brand new smell of the nylons she wore, even the musky, animal-like essence of the leather belt she had about her waist. It was amazing… and it was invigorating... and almost at once my headache receded.
That was when I felt Katie stiffen upon the bed, though my mother seemed to take no notice. Maybe she’d been too far away…
“And if you start to feel better, Effy, try not to invite too many friends over, once they’re out of school, I don’t want to come home to a disaster,” said my mother completely oblivious to what I was experiencing or the fact Katie had gone as rigid as a pointing bird-dog. “If you have Ramona over just make sure Katie is around, ok? I don’t want any grandchildren this soon in my life, understand?” She was staring at my pointedly.
Oh god, mom, if only you knew how many girls I have fucked under your roof… including the dainty beauty with her legs about my head!
“Estefan,” she repeated with a little more emphasis, and that snapped me from the smells and my thoughts. She was serious now.
“Yeah, yeah, ok mom. No problem,” I replied quickly, trying to refocus on the scents, but they were fading fast. It was hard to lock back onto them.
My mother harrumphed, turned back toward the door, and walked out of the Loft. She stopped suddenly, looking down in disgusted shock. She had seen my puke-in-a-bag and was probably wondering how she had overlooked it on her way up.
“I’ll throw that away in the outside trash a bit,” I supplied before she could speak, which illicited a yuck-filled grimace from her as she gingerly stepped around the bag, twisting back in our direction.
“I hope you feel better, son.” She shook from the shoulders down to her waist in disgust and made her way down the stairs. The door closed softly behind her retreating form.
Above me, Katie nearly exploded like she’d been goosed night up the anus. I was suddenly reduced to blinking in confusion, sharp pains behind my eyes for an instant, because of the movement. Then, nothing…
“Jesus Christ, Estefan, the smell!” was all she could get out as she bound from the bed, frantically clutching at – of all things – her crotch. What the fuck?
It hit me what she had said. “You smelled it too?” I asked immediately enthused, though I had absolutely no reason why she was grabbing her privates.
“Of course I did!” she exclaimed, her breathing deep and ragged as if she had run a mile. “It was so strong and… so… so… much like being high! God, it was intoxicating. I almost couldn’t help myself - .”
I frowned at that, because for me it had been more of a wondrous experience, not something I would equate to being drug induced. I realized Katie hadn’t stopped talking.
“ – when I first smelled you, it was such a shock, a deep seeded jo
lt that hit my brain one instant and then it dove directly down into my pussy. It was almost like someone was flicking their tongue across my clit or something. Oh god, Eff, I wanted to feel your dick inside me almost to the point that it was driving me mad!” she finished still laboring for air. Her hand unmoved from the top of her pubis, her fingers were spread as if she were about to start masturbating any second now.
Wait a minute, had she said the way I smelled? I hadn’t smelled me. I had smelled my mother. What the hell was this chick talking about?
“Kat, wasn’t it my mom you smelled?” I asked at a loss. What had happened?
“Your mother!” she bellowed. “Jeez, Eff, what the heck are you talking about! I could’nt’ve smelled a dog shit if it had been right under my nose with the sweet odor coming from your body. It was so much, so wonderful,” she retorted as she internalized her thought and fell silent. The tip of her middle finger began to rub up and down over her pajama bottoms.
“Me? You smelled me? But that doesn’t make any sense. I mean how could that be when the only scents that registered were those that came from my mom?” I queried, now more than merely confounded. “And why are you playing with yourself?” I demanded abruptly.
Katie’s hands went still. She slowly crossed her legs. Her ankles were tightly interwoven as if she were trying to stop whatever was occurring in her nether regions. She looked down at the “V” of her crotch. Then, she gazed back at me with an apprehensive cast to her countenance. Her whole body was robotic with tension. Her eyes, slightly wider than normal, stared back at me as if she were seeing me for the first time.
“Be-because, that smell, Eff… it made me… want to fuck,” she murmured just loud enough, so I could hear her. This wasn’t the Katie I was used to, but then again neither was what she was talking about. “Your smell, cuz, it turned me on so… quickly, so intensely. It took all of my willpower just to stay where I was and not flip over on top of you and shove your dick into me. I almost didn’t succeed…” She wasn’t being coy or cute or even the slightest bit amorous. She was telling the truth. I could see it her eyes, read it in her body language…
…Smell… it coming from her… skin…?
I reached for the smell at once, drinking in the mineral richness, the sea algae, and the thick, underlying remnant of Vitamin E – all of it comprised the body wash I had in my bathroom. Below that I could sense the sun kissed heat of her body, the loamy oils within her pores, and… oh sweet heaven… the tangy, ferment of her vagina – she was in heat! I could sense that she was soaked with her own pussy juice, her lips running with it, ready for penetration, begging for it.
Then, I saw her face.
Her entire visage was twisted in a rictus snarl as if she were fighting with every fiber of her being against some incredibly powerful, unseen foe. She had one hand upon her breast, the other squirming like an eel she could barely control, trying with a mind of its own to reach for her crotch. She was straining against her unruly hand, trying so desperately to touch herself.
“Effy… stop!” she rasped through clenched teeth.
At once, I pulled back from the smell.
Just as quickly, the titanic fight she seemed to be contending within, abated. She unceremoniously fell to her knees, exhausted from the rigor of combating whatever the fuck she had been struggling against.
“W-w-what happened…?” I asked mulishly.
“What happened!?! What happened!” she began pitifully from the floor. “You fucking did it again, only this time it was like three times stronger, you fucking jerk!”
“B-b-but what d-d-id I do?” I was stammering. I was so shocked be her behavior.
“You were forcing me to want you! Your god damned smell was making me lose my mind, I almost couldn’t think. Fuck that was so strong!” Her reply was as much for me as it was for herself. She kept running one of her hands through hair, once more, was matted with sweat.
From the ground floor, we heard the front door close with a thud and then the high pitched voices of my younger siblings walking down the pathway to my mother’s car on their way school.
“I did this to you?” I knew it was a lame question, but I had to ask. It was all so bizarre.
Katie had almost caught her breath. “Yes, my dear, my fucking pain in the ass, you did this to me…”
“But… how?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.” She sat back on her butt and as she did so, the lighting about her changed just enough. I could see that her pajamas were drenched in sweat.
Son of a bitch, what had I done?
Instinctively, I went to reach out for the scent of her sweat, and then stopped myself for a moment. Wait one damned minute, I said to myself, an idea beginning to take root in my brain. “Katie?”
“Yes, Effy,” she answered, her voice weary now, as though she had already experienced a fill days’ worth of crap.
“I think I know how I did it,” I ventured gingerly. I could tell she was a little perturbed with me. Katie hated it when anyone tried to force her into anything, regardless if it was something appealing to her. It was the principal of being forced that drove her to fury within seconds.
Her head snapped up in an instant. “How?”
“I could smell you. I just sort of let myself go into the essence of it. I sort of lost myself, because it was so incredible… seconds later I looked up and you were all contorted and looking crazy. When you asked me to stop, that broke my concentration and I… pulled back from the fragrance.” I shook my head. “I came out of it and you fell to the floor, free of whatever it was that was assaulting you.”
“B-but how are you able to…?” Now it was her turn to studder with disbelief.
“I have no clue…”
She sighed and her shoulders slumped slightly. “Well, I guess just don’t do that for a while and we’ll be ok. At least, until we can figure out what the hell is going on.”
“Yeah, ok,” I agreed, more than a little guilty for the state I had left her.
A long, thoughtful silence ensued.
“How’s your head,” she asked out of the blue. Her eyes, once more, shrouded with concern.
My brow furled at the inquiry, and I tilted my head to the side as I searched within myself for an answer.
Only seconds passed.
“It’s gone,” came the only response that made sense.
“What?” Her face bunched for the second time in the last five minutes.
I smiled out of the corner of my mouth. “It’s gone.”
She shook her head. “This is all so weird.”
I didn’t answer right away. I sat there, on my bed, fiddling with the comforter before I looked at her once more. Even sticky with perspiration, her hair pasted to her face, her night clothes disheveled and askew - she was gorgeous to me. I felt so lucky in that instant just to know her. Thank god, she was mine.
“Katie, I’m sorry,” I mumbled apologetically.
She was off her feet in a flash and came to me, deftly putting her knees to either side of me upon the bed, so that she straddled my hips. She lowered herself onto me, letting her legs jut further apart as her arms encircled me about my neck, the tip of me bumped against her. Her eyes sought mine and made me stare back into the bottomless well-spring.
“It is not every day that someone says ‘sorry’ to me, Effy, not even close,” she breathed huskily. Her lips were but a fraction of an inch away from mine. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I replied with just as much fervor.
She kissed me then - not forcefully or hungrily, but slow and long, her tongue and mine dancing about one another like Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire². Our hands spayed wide as we caressed the other, wanting to feel as much of the other with every single touch. Our hips weren’t moving, though our bodies crushed together. This was not a kiss of passion. This was a kiss of pure, unblemished love.
It was the first of eight I was to have over the course of my long, long lifetime.
After a few minutes, we disengaged our lips from the other and just sat there hugging one another fiercely. I with both arms and Katie with her arms and legs wrapped around me, squeezing me so hard, I felt compressed on all sides, but it felt perfect.
I might be crude and rude, a pervert and vulgar at times, but when it first hit me; it was a love that has never left me. It was a light. It was a magnificent beacon of calm and heat. Katie taught me this.
It was a few minutes later when we came apart and agreed it was time to get our day started. The first order of business was a shower – our first together.
{ ¹Ferris Bueller: main character in the 1986 film, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, wherein he convinces his parents he is sick by acting like a young child. }
{ ²Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire: Fred Astaire (May 10, 1899- June 22, 1987) and Ginger Rogers (July 16, 1911- April 25, 1995) were iconic dance partners who stared in 10 motion pictures together from 1933–1949. }
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~ Chapter 26 ~
(Summer – 2018)
Unlikely Messages
“So, what’s the plan for today?” asked Katie as she scrubbed my back with one hand and a soapy sponge. She steadied herself with the other hand, resting it on my left hip. It gave her a degree of leverage, so she could scrub my skin firmly.
I let the water from the shower head cascade upon my face, reveling in the feeling of being clean, mulling over what she had said. I leaned back out of the water. I could feel her overly long and erect nipples seductively brush against the middle of my back a second before she mashed perky breasts against me fully. The rest of her petite, lean body plastered itself against the rest of me. Her flat tummy pushed into the globes of my ass, the soap making our skin slippery. She seemed to enjoy this, because she suddenly rubbed her body back and forth against mine. Her arms came about my waist and she hugged me tightly once again. Her free hand reached around to grab my manhood – cock and balls together – as she gave it a gentle squench. As always, the little guy wished to become big and began to stir, but the antics of the night before still required a toll. At once, my lower abdomen clenched in protest.
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