Hekate's Passage: A Story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, Part 1, Vol. 1 (17 page)

“You look really stunning,” he looks at me appreciatively, and his eyes get set on my cleavage. “Did you take a shower?”

“Thank you. Yes, I did. All of us did. I’m cooking goulash for dinner… or perhaps it will be our very late lunch… we’re really screwed with meal times.”

“You’re cooking for us?” asks Jim, he still has this strange expression on his face. But he can’t take his eyes off my cleavage either.

“Yes, I am. And you’ll have to eat it without fussing,” I answer with a wicked grin, “and then clean up. I don’t mind cooking as long as the food gets eaten without complaining and somebody cleans all the dirty stuff afterwards. Oh, and by the way, we’re going to need some fresh bread – the best would be French baguettes and also some cheese and wine. You’ll have to go to a bakery and a supermarket. Has Babette already told you?”

“Yes, she mentioned something,” Ted answers.

“The meat is still not ready, and I see that all the sandwiches are gone, so you can’t be hungry yet.”

Yasmin and Babette enter the living room and the guys all whistle.

Yasmin’s Story:

The afternoon has been calm, the men have been really having fun with that zombies game and have eaten and drank almost everything that was in store.
Melissa’s disappearance, which hit us like storm and left us wordless as first, has begun to be understood as one of the possible outcomes of our adventure. Now we are all slowly giving way to a less melancholic, subtle feeling. Eleyne has helped me to enhance my looks with her cosmetics, perfumes, and a top of hers nicely hugs my body now. It’s wide and has a low scoop neck, which reveals a lot of my skin. My brightened outlook catches the guy’s eyes when Babette and I enter the main lounge.

“Hey, guys,” Babette encourages, “which of you would be kind enough to go shopping for tonight’s dinner?”

There’s a little commotion around the table and their eyes definitively abandon the screens.

“Hey, Yasmin, you look really cool,” Colin compliments me and I smile, flattered by his words. My ego needs that kind of food, too.

“Eleyne said it, too, we need to buy things for tonight, not much, but I have made a list.”

“No, no lists,” Tony protests, “we are going to the city, you can come with us and choose what to buy.”

“I´d prefer to stay here, cooking. I have a Hungarian recipe for you that is pure sinfulness,” says Eleyne and her smile implies something more than savory dishes.

“OK,” Tony agrees, returning his eyes to the screen. “And now, how do we go out of this? Have to end this before going shopping, Eleyne.”

“Let me see,” she answers, “you must do this…” And she bends over him, while he looks very fascinated by her skill in gaming and her sexy cleavage. Her top is as revealing as the one I’m wearing.
She assists the players to quit the game and get everything ready to return later to play.

The men go upstairs to refresh themselves, only Jim stays with us, looking at the black screens, which have kept his attention for a couple of hours, but now he is thinking of Melisa again.

“Don´t be sad,” I whisper near his ear. “She is fine, I am sure of it.”

“Do you really think it is true?” He looks at me as if to have some peace of mind.

“Yes, I know,” I must confess I’m not so sure, but there are many reasons to believe in Melisa’s good return to the future.

“She is fine, she is fine,” Eleyne warmly pets his hand. “Don’t you see we were telling the truth? The gadgets are from the future, we belong to it. Melisa just got back too early.”

“So you will go away one day, I suppose…” he says, “in the same outrageous style?”

“I would like to say bye and give every one of you a big hug before returning to the future,” Babette says, with a tender look.

“Hope we can stay forever here,” I smile at him and then listen to the voices of the men, who like usually men do, have tidied up in just a few minutes. They are coming down the stairs, heading for the garage and are ready to drive to the city. Babette joins them as our representative. All of them are eagerly stepping out to the cross the garden, going to the car, when Colin and Tony look at Eleyne and me, suggesting that we follow them outside the lounge for some reason.

We get out and come near them curious to know what they want.

“Just a few words, gals,” Tony starts in a confidential tone. “Our friend is not in the best of moods, so we won´t leave him alone long time. He may feel tempted to go out and search for Melisa and God knows what may come out of it.”

“Yasmin, Eleyne,” Colin suggests, “you know what? He needs company, you are good at it, be nice to him. All the nice he would want you to be.”

It seems that we are hearing an issue of permission… And Colin adds.

“Don´t think too much, OK? Just do what you feel is alright.”

“You remember our morning conversation, baby? So, my decision is yes. But you must be OK with this idea, I can see it. You wanted it,” Tony smiles and looks at stunned but joyful Eleyne.

“Yes, especially if we can help him to feel fine again,” she says.

So they put on their sunglasses, kiss us bye and drive away to the city.

“What do you think, Eleyne?” I ask her.

“It’s just... fantastic. Also shows that they care about their mate. I was really anxious in the morning. Tony was so mysterious...” She frowns and sighs, “I really didn’t know if he would agree to share me with Jim or not.”

She adds with a bright smile.

“But as you have seen, now we have the green light to do all the dirty things we might want with Jim,” she says, winking. “Let’s go back to the kitchen and take care of him,” she looks at me impishly.

“From what I saw in the morning he was eager to share,” I comment.

“Oh, yeah. He woke us up to tell us about it. And I could see this interest in his eyes when I told them both that I wanted a threesome with him and Tony,” she winks. “They both got me wet with their looks only.”

“A threesome with twin axes is definitely a good idea. Do you think they would get the same results as when they play the guitars?”

“Ohhh! Woman,” she gasps, “you are getting my imagination going wild... I wonder, have they ever done a girl together?”

“No clue, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they did. However, now we have another type of threesome ahead. Do you think he will manage the both of us?”

“Even if he doesn’t manage to satisfy us both, we still have each other,” Eleyne winks at me. “You didn’t forget last night, did you?

I giggle.

“I must admit, I was a bit surprised you agreed to do it. I’m surprised at my own reaction to it as well, but Colin was really convincing.”

“Well,” she rolls her eyes, “Tony was driving me crazy and I was ready to agree to anything he might propose. He’s my sex god.”

“Is he? Is it what you told him after you fainted?”

“Oh, yeah...” she smiles dreamily, “I wonder if Jim can get me into the same state.”

“I bet he won’t have many problems doing this, Melisa mentioned something to me last night. She fainted, too.”

“Oh, I remember now!” she exclaims, “I heard the guys talking about it.”

Our naughty conversation ends when we enter the kitchen. Jim is already there, just drinking ice water, sitting with a void look in his pretty fair eyes. He has turned some music on a cassette recorder. Eleyne takes a look at the blessed stew and says in a soft tone.

“You look so tired, why don´t take a shower and relax a little. Maybe you can sleep for half an hour?”

I suppose she’s thinking that if he’s in a shower or bed, already undressed, then we could join him.

“I don´t want to sleep, just stay here or maybe, a shower will do,” he stretches his arms as if he was sleeping and exclaims. “Ouch!”

“What’s the matter?” I ask, “a muscle cramp?”

“Yes,” he says, touching his neck and shoulders. “Damned! It is aching…”

Eleyne has an idea.

“There is some olive oil still there… Or a new bottle will do. We can massage you and restore your muscle! Yasmin, checks the cupboard, there should be something useful for it.”

I open the cupboard and search, but there’s nothing. Then I remember I spotted some kind of massage oil in Colin’s bathroom and feel relieved.

“We have what we need. There is an almost unused massage oil bottle in Colin’s bedroom.”

“We are lucky,” says Eleyne and adds “come on, Jim, you will be fine in just a few minutes.”

“Are you sure you know what you are doing?” Jim asks suspiciously.

“You gotta have to trust us,” I say and smile at him, he returns the smile, there's a definite interest in his eyes.

“Nice gals you are, both of you,” he looks calmer now.

Just before we leave the kitchen, I see Eleyne turn off the gas under the stew and wink at me. She also takes a little container with strawberries from the fridge and hides it behind her back. We climb up and I go first to pick the bottle of massage oil. I smell it and it doesn’t have a very pleasant smell, but it is ok for our purpose.

When I come back to Jim’s bedroom, Eleyne is already undoing his clothes rapidly, she is very eager to start with the massage session.

“
That is a rare oil, something from the Orient,” I say, “it does not have a very subtle scent… don't you have another type of oil in your bathroom, Jim?”

“No, I haven´t got any…I used the last I had a few days ago, after playing soccer and never thought about it,” he says and becomes to look like his heart feels lighter.

Eleyne croons.

“Now, Jim, make yourself comfortable on the bed, lie on your stomach, so we can massage your neck and shoulders.”

Eleyne’s Story:

Tony and Colin’s ‘recommendation’ about our taking care of their friend fills me with excitement. As I told Tony in the morning, I had been fantasizing about them both and Tony’s indecision about sharing has been making me really anxious. Just looking at those blue eyes of Jim gets my pussy wet and his smile makes me wonder. He's just too tempting and stirs my imagination wildly. I know Yasmin feels the same as she loves all three of them. That's why I can hardly contain my excitement when we go back inside. We come back home to find Jim already in the kitchen still looking very melancholic. We try to chat him up but he’s still sad. Then he suddenly has a cramp which gives me an excellent idea how to put our dirty hands on him… fast... a massage… So we need oil, but there seems to be none left in the kitchen, then Yasmin remembers that there’s a bottle in Colin’s bathroom. Just before we all exit the kitchen I turn off the gas under the stew.

After all the massage may take more time than expected and we don’t want to be pressed for time. And we still want to have dinner. I also take some strawberries from the fridge, you never know when they may come in useful.

We go upstairs and get into Jim’s bedroom, where I help him get rid of his t-shirt. Yasmin enters with the bottle of oil, it seems to be this kind of stuff that sportsmen apply on strained and aching muscles – so it will be suitable though not very pleasant smelling. I ask Jim to lie down on the bed. I remove my top, straddle his lower back, take the bottle and pour some of the contents on my hands to warm it up.

“
Jim,” I ask, “can you move your hair up? You don’t want it covered all in oil, do you?” He does it.

I bend down over him and start to stroke his shoulders, first delicately then harder. I massage gently his neck and shoulders for some minutes trying to remember all the information I once found about massaging techniques and finally I can feel how his muscles relax under the pressure of my fingers. I begin to be worried that he’ll fall asleep, which wouldn’t really suit our plans. I turn to Yasmin and she sees that, too, so she removes her top and joins us on bed. I ask Jim:

“Are you better now? Or is it still hurting you?”

“I’m fine now, thanks, gals,” he answers sleepily.

“Jim, don’t sleep. Why don’t you turn around now?” I get off him to allow him to do it. He turns and stares at us. I think that only now he has noticed that some of our clothes are already gone.

“Why not continue the massage on this side?” I ask him mischievously and start to undo his trousers. Yasmin’s hands help me. She also has a big smile on her face and her eyes are sparkling like diamonds.

“Yasmin, can you help me? I think I’ll go and wash my hands. I don’t believe you want this particular oil on some other parts of yourself, Jim,” I address him winking. “And I don’t want it in me either,” I make a face.

Yasmin’s Story:

Well, the massage session has been successful: Jim has got rid of his cramp, but he is too relaxed now and seems about to fall asleep. Eleyne and me cannot allow that heresy, so I take off my top too and join them on bed while Jim turns around. Now we let him see what we’ve got in store for him; his eyes blink and open wide for a moment. Now Eleyne is in the bathroom, washing her hands, and I am smiling at him, telling him:

“You need a full session of massage, every part of your hot body. You will feel wonderful in just a couple of minutes,” I say and take his boots off, too. He is now only with his underwear on, leaning on a heap of pillows looking really impish.

“
So you know how do to this thing, massages? Is this included in your paranormal curricula?” he jokes.

“Maybe,” I whisper and come close to his face. I am sitting on his left and then Eleyne steps in and sits on his right.
He alternates his glances between Eleyne and me, but he’s still a bit undecided.

“What do your guys say about this? We did talk in the morning about you know what, but things have changed since then.”

“They´re OK,” smiles Eleyne, “actually, they even recommended we should treat you right,” and saying so, she places one hand on Jim’s sexy chest and I do the same.

“Do you think they would leave us alone with you if they didn’t approve?” I coo on the other side. ‘You’ve acquired yourself quite a reputation.”

He looks fascinated, and reaches out to me, touches my face and my long hair, running his skillful fingers along it, then continues his travel down my back. Eleyne comes closer to him and rubs her hands all over his chest and shoulders, and he caresses her face. We are burning alive with desire, he can sense it, and he is enjoying our ‘company’.