“It’s a family!” She exclaimed in delight.
Jean was so taken by how cute the rabbits looked like that she almost asked to have them for pets. She held her request when she saw the tall grass move towards the right. Jean put two hands together and stuck it on the glass to get a better view. The grass was moving against the wind, it seemed to have a pattern.
“Oh!”
She was surprised to see the face of a lion cub peer out of the grass. The cub approached slowly. It was crouched so low that it looked like it was dragging itself. It was like a bigger cat with a more beautiful coat. But Jean knew it would grow bigger and even more awesome. Her jaw dropped.
“No! No! No!” She said, worried.
The cub had its eyes on the family of rabbits. It was hunting. She pounded on the glass door but both the rabbits and the cub paid her no mind.
“And now, I sense an adventure coming.” The princess remarked.
“You have to stop this Princess Jessamine. He’s gonna eat them!”
“Jean, child. This is your adventure. I cannot stop it. Only you can decide”
“I can’t stop that lion, it’s as big as me! Please, help the rabbits.”
“I cannot do that, child. You will have to be brave and do it yourself. If you help, the rabbits will live and the lion will go hungry. But, the lion will come for you. You must be prepared.”
“But it’s big!”
“Its size does not mean you can’t fight it. You can think better than it. You must be fearless. Remember what you are trying to protect, child.”
Just as the princess finished her statement, a shadow passed from the right to the left side of the door. It was big enough to cast a shade on the little girl. When Jean followed the movement, she yelp and jumped back. It was a gigantic snake.
Its scales glinted in the sunlight and cast off a hundred different colors. The eyes were big as saucers and it eyed her sideways before rising up to a height, continuously flicking its tongue.
Let me in. I will help you.
Jean screamed. She looked around to see who spoke. The sound just appeared in her head. The princess was looking down on her, smiling.
I will help you. If you let me in.
~0~
She looked up as she sat by the stairs. Something bugged her. She took a closer look at the school grounds, the parked cars, the benches, even the road where the occasional cars passed by. Nothing seemed to be amiss, but something bugged her anyway.
Gina rummaged inside her backpack and took out a notebook. In it was an enveloped, sealed and signed by her best friends. They made her promise not to open it unless she was already home.
She took her phone out and checked again. No new messages. She opened the letter and smiled. Annie and Jenna wrote her touching letters of their own and talked about continuing their friendship even when they got separated. Plans of seeing each other and overnight sleepovers were suggested. She kissed the letters, folded them and slid them back the envelope.
She heard a car pass by and looked up to see if it was her mother. Gina scowled this time as she was once again struck with something odd that she could not pinpoint. She scoured her surroundings again, nitpicking every detail it had to offer.
Go back inside.
She jumped from where she sat and turned her gaze wildly from side to side. It sounded like it was coming from behind her head. She tried to look through the glass pane on the main doors but could not see anything. Nor could she account for where the sound came, seeing that it was only her in the area. Gina’s arm was filled with goosebumps as she realized that the voice sounded like it was being spoken by someone passing by.
Not finding it amusing, Gina looked around again, this time committing details to memory. In her mind, she was being pranked but something about it was starting to feel off. She looked around. Harder.
It was not the school, she decided. Her skin crawled as she slowly started to realize just what it was that kept bugging her. Yet, at the same time, her mind contradicted what she was increasingly suspecting to be the case. It was not the school. It was not the cars or the benches or the road. It was the trees. The trees had moved.
Every time she looked up, or around, the trees appeared not only different, but they also seemed to be in different positions. The patter of trees she had memorized was gone, replaced by another set of trees.
Go back inside. There is danger here.
Although still afraid, she was no longer surprised. The voice sounded urgent, angry almost. Whoever was saying those words, whatever means they were using to make it sound like it was coming from all around, it wasn’t as curious as the trees.
It was not every time she looked up. It was every time she looked away. Even the act of blinking changed the arrangement of the trees. She tested it several times, blinking as rapidly as she could and it never failed. Always, whenever she was not looking, the trees would change its configuration.
~0~
And converge they did. Her nipple strained from being too erect. All of the built up, warm and wonderful feelings joined in that tiny space. When she felt like it would burst from pressure, Matt brushed a finger on it lightly, teasing it even more. She felt the fine hairs on her arms rise from the goosebumps that suddenly appeared. Matt pinched her nipple.
Air escaped audibly from her lips, between clenched teeth. She felt like a deflating balloon as all the pressure built up was released. Unlike a balloon however, those tiny sensations that were released went back where the came from and started building up again.
She pulled him in for a kiss. He did not shy away. Their tongues fought and pushed against each other, neither one willing to give the other any quarter. She lost the battle. Matt got ahold of her tongue and sucked the fight out of it. All while his hands slid down towards her ever-moistening nether region.
He did not waste a second. Matt went directly for the spot. His touch was precise, his intentions clear. He knew her well, he knew just the right amount of pressure to apply, the motion and the speed to use. Matt broke away from their kiss and moved his head down to her bosom, latching on.
“Ooooohh.” She moaned as his warm mouth found a place.
Her hold on him, her strokes, almost made him go overboard. He broke away from her hold, withdrawing his hips and pushed her by the shoulder to have her on her back. She wanted him badly so she obliged. Emmy spread her legs, opened herself up in anticipation of his hardened shaft penetrating her. She had become wetter than a cucumber in a convent. She could not wait for them to be joined by the hips.
But he could. And Matt did. Instead of giving it to her, he knelt before her spreadeagled form, put both hands under and over her hips, then pulled her down, close to his face. He proceeded to clean up the mess he made. Emmy heard the lapping sounds. It sent her into overdrive, making her gush even more.
When she started twitching involuntarily, he stopped. Matt straightened up, leaned forward, grabbed her left wrist and pulled her to his right. She somehow understood what he wanted and retracted her leg then repositioned herself. He put a hand under her shoulder, lifting it and pushed to the right.
“Oh! That’s what you want hmmm?” She teased then turned on her stomach.
Matt spread her cheeks apart and then pushed his member in. She had been waiting for it but reacted like she wasn’t prepared. She hissed as his fullness penetrated her and stretch her insides. She felt his every thrust, every pull. Within seconds sloppy, wet sounds emanated from where they were joined. She felt like her insides were being pulled along every time he pulled back and it felt like heaven to her.
With both hands placed just under her pits, Matt humped her with abandon. Each thrust came faster and stronger that Emmy moved a fraction of an inch on the surface of the bed when his hips touched her ass. When their skin met, clapping sounds arose. He gave in to his urges, grunting with every pump, acting almost like she wasn’t there, like he forgot himself, like an animal. Just like she wanted.
“Harder Matt. Harder!” She pleaded loudly, no longer caring if anyone heard.
Emmy spurred him on, making sure her hole was grazed by his cock as many times as possible until that moment. She was about to blow; she could not deny it. She was getting to it, building up so fast that even if Matt stopped, she’d get there by momentum alone. It was her body, she knew it well.