This is a work of fiction. It is straight out of my imagination, except for most of the pagan practices mentioned. This is written for adults and if you are not supposed to read this where you live, then please don't.
Part 30
The next morning, Ryan and I slept in. I couldn't quite remember getting home, but we woke together in our bed. I looked down and saw that we were nude, and our suits were hanging on the back of the door. I looked over at Ryan, and found his eyes looking at me. He smiled and pulled me closer.
"Good morning love," I said and looked around the room. The light streamed through the window at a high angle so I looked at the clock. It was nearly eleven o'clock. I stretched and suddenly felt the call of the bathroom. I jumped up and ran to the toilet. The alcohol from the night before had done a number on me. My head was heavy and I ached all over. I could barely remember the odd dreams I had the night before.
I walked back into the bedroom and looked at Ryan still lying on the bed. I shook his foot and he rolled over. His cock popped up and looked inviting. I walked over to the bed, and crawled over him. I licked his nose and cheeks, tasting his salty skin. He smiled and grabbed me, pulling me closer.
"I can't remember if you got my ass last night." I said with a laugh.
"I can't remember either. Maybe we should do it now to make sure." I laughed and sat up, resting my ass on his belly. I reached over to the table and grabbed the lube. I squeezed some onto my hand and rubbed it on my hole. Ryan reached between my legs and pressed his finger against my pucker. He massaged it for a moment and then slid the finger in. I moaned and rubbed his chest. I pinched his nipples and played with them as he worked on my ass. I leaned forward a little and he pushed a second finger in me. I moaned again and pushed my hips down on his fingers.
"Ready," he asked, pulling his fingers out and reaching for the lube.
"More than ready," I said and lifted up so that he could position his cock head at my hole. He put some lube on his dick and rubbed it against my ass. He teased me, running the partly sheathed head along my crack. He pushed it against my pucker and I pushed down. I felt the head enter me, and the skin pull back. He thrust his hips up to meet me as I settled down on his rod. I moved up slowly and then back down. He moaned and reached up to touch my face. He caressed my cheeks and ran his hands through my hair. I leaned down on my knees to make it easier for him to reach me. I loved the feeling of his hands on my skin.
"I am going to cum," he moaned. I smiled, thinking of how youth doesn't always equal stamina. I moved faster trying to bring him to a peak. He thrust his hips and moaned as he filled me with his seed. I leaned down and kissed him hungrily. He rubbed my sweat covered back, and scratched me softly.
"I am ready for breakfast," I said and climbed off of him. He rolled over on his side and watched me clean up. I tossed him the towel I used and looked out the window.
"You know, I had a weird dream last night," Ryan said as he climbed off of the bed. He walked into the bathroom to empty his bladder. The meaning of his words finally hit me.
"You had a weird dream too," I asked. "I had a rather bad nightmare. I was glad when I woke up next to you."
"Really? What were we drinking," he asked with a laugh. "I had a nightmare too. You and I were attacked by your old girlfriend. I wonder what a therapist would say about that." I ran to the bathroom and grabbed Ryan by his shoulders.
"You dreamed what," I nearly screamed. "Cecilia?"
"Yeah, um, August was actually Cecilia. It was just a silly dream." I held his shoulders and looked into his eyes.
"I had the same dream."
"It's about time you boys got up," a voice said from the doorway. It was Marina leaning against the doorjamb with a glass of orange juice in each hand. I covered myself immediately, but Ryan just stood there. He was in shock, and not worried about modesty. I grabbed a towel and handed it to him. He wrapped it around is waist and stepped towards Marina.
"So it really happened," he asked, taking the offered juice.
"Oh, it happened alright. I suppose the stuff I gave y'all to help you sleep, made it seem like a dream." She handed me a glass of juice after I had found myself a towel. "I'll have to remember that next time I do something stupid. I'll just take some and it will have just been a dream." She watched me working to stay covered and smiled. "You are something else, Caison. Who do you think undressed you in the first place? You think I would leave you, groggy and naked to one of those lecherous witches from the ball. "Hell, Danny volunteered first." I started laughing and sat on the edge of the bed.
"It is my New Year's resolution to get him a boyfriend." Ryan said as he sat next to me. Marina walked over to the suits and ran her hand across the fabric.
"He needs it," she said and turned to walk out the door.
"Wait, what happened to Cecilia," I asked before she could leave.
"I wacked her with a bat," she said with a smile.
"No, I mean after that. I remembered that," I said.
"Oh, well she is probably on her way to a dungeon in eastern Europe. I really don't know and really don't care. As long as she is away from us."
"Here, here," Ryan said and tapped his juice glass to mine. "What about Steven's body? How did the police handle that?"
"Don't you worry. As long as anyone is concerned he slipped on a banana peel. They will take care of everything. They know how to play ball. The press never gets it right anyway." Marina smiled and crossed her arms.
"All that time she was in my home and I didn't know it. She could have killed Ryan, or me, at any time." I looked down at the floor, looking back to see if there were any clues I missed. She must have taken off her pentacle when she posed, and the glamour spell was quite impressive. I suddenly recalled a hazy memory from the night before.
"Now, one last thing. What was that blue thing that formed between me and Cecilia." I looked over at Ryan to gauge his response. He sat looking at me with interest.
"I have no idea, doll. I didn't see anything like that." She walked over and touched my cheek. "You know who it was," she almost whispered. She caressed my cheek then suddenly slapped it. "Now get a shower; you smell like sex." she turned and walked out of the room. A few moments later we heard the front door close.
"Are you okay," Ryan asked after a few moments. I looked over at his sad, beautiful face and tried to smile.
"I will be fine. How are you?"
"As long as I have you, I will always be okay." A tear ran across my cheek and fell. Ryan reached out and caught it in mid air and closed his hand into a fist. I leaned forward and our lips touched. We kissed until we had to stop to catch our breath. We fell into the bed and put off the shower for another hour.
The End?
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