Chapter 18: Naptime Magic

18. Naptime Magic

After lunch I left my door ajar, just as Phyla had said. I hated that I was still stinky with sweat from the morning exercise session outside, but I was thrilled that we would to be able to spend a larger block of time together. We had been sustaining ourselves on little stolen kisses since that first afternoon up on the fourth floor.

At lunch, as the sound of thunder rolled in across the fields, she had brushed past me and whispered, “Don’t eat the fried apples, but mix it in with something else, so they think that you did.”

I did what she had said, and after returning my tray went straight to my room to sit on the edge of my bed with Jayne Eyre near at hand in case anyone else stuck a head in my door and wondered why I wasn’t sleeping. I knew that we would have until two, when the bell would go off telling us to get to our afternoon classes. Outside the rain was now pounding the “lawn” where we had gone out for impromptu exercise class and pelting my window threatening flicks.

The door eased open, and Phyla stepped into my room, for the first time since our laundry-gathering night. She held the knob as she closed the door so that it shut that it didn’t click. I stood and rushed into her arms. No words. Just kissing that grew more ardent with every second, her tongue finding its way into my mouth, our breasts pushing against each other.

When we pulled back for a breath I had to ask, “What was it about the apples?”

“Oh, some days they put diazepam in a lunchtime food to make sure that we sleep extra soundly during naptime. Only occasionally. And today they are probably more tired from our exercise session than we are, so they want to make sure we sleep.” She smiled. “But you and I are not going to sleep, and we’re not going to get caught. In fact the outside exercise plan is why I picked this day.”

She still had the watch on the macramé cord in her hand, but slipped it into her pocket. “The cameras rotate every forty seconds, and once you have one of them timed you can figure out when it’s going to be pointing where – such as the one outside your door.” She patted the watch. “For when I leave.”

I was running my hands down her back, savoring every muscle, all the way down to her hips, speechless with wonder at finally having her alone.

Once the watch was back in her pocket she reached up and pushed my hair back from my face. “Gesama,” she whispered, “let’s lie down on the bed.”

We did, our arms around each other, lips find lips, tongues dancing around each other. Instinctively our legs intertwined, my thigh pushing up between hers and hers pushing up between mine. Our hips thrusting to create the friction. Her hand was rubbing my breast through the material of my shirt and my bra, and mine trying to find a path up under hers when she released a big breath and said, “Time out.”

“What?” I asked, frustrated by the interruption.

“Shirts off, okay? I want your skin.”

I nodded and sat off. We each quickly peeled off our own shirts and then reached behind each other to release our bras at the same time. Then a rush as her beautiful brown breasts pressed against mine. They were small, like mine, but while mine were little cones, hers were more like gentle mounds, wider in circumference than mine. In any case they fit perfectly to each other when pressed together. We fell back onto the bed, each of us taking a turn suckling the nipple of the other before we resumed our legs rubbing into crotches, savoring skin to skin of chests and kissing. Our tongues danced gently around each other a little more, and then I pulled her tongue hard into my mouth as the largest orgasm of my life rushed through my body. Sounds were coming from my throat that I didn’t even know my body could make as one rush after another surged through me.

Against my bare chest I could feel Phyla going through much the same thing, shaking with her orgasm. Together we melted into one, a world of darkness, soaring, stars whirling, not even thinking about Holshue House, or the unlocked door, or any noise that we might have made.

 Until finally we went quiet together, still holding each other tight.

“Let’s hope that the other people on the hall are sleeping soundly.” Phyla whispered softly into my ear.

All I could say was, “Wow.” With my right hand I gently reached up and stroked her face and then back into her soft curls. As my fingers found her left ear, tracing its shape, I felt a definite point. My breath stopped for a moment, and kept touching it. “Your ear …” was all I could say.

“Oops,” was all she said, but she was smiling. “And now you know. But I would have told you soon, if you didn’t remember from our lives before.”

“What? Have they been like this? All along?”

“Yes, and no. This is how they really are, my ears. But I can disguise them to make them look more, normal, but these are my real ears.”

“Why? How? I mean shit. What the hell?”

She smiled gently, I could feel it lighting up her whole face. “I am an elf. That’s all.”

“An elf?” Like I was really going to buy into it that easily. “Since when?”

“Since forever … since I was born. I’m just an elf who fell in love with a beautiful girl, and I have been hers ever since.”

I lay quiet for a time, but still fondling the tip of her ear, intrigued by its shape, by the little hairs that lined the interior. “Does it hurt when I touch them like this?” I asked, which seemed like a strange thing to ask when someone has just revealed that they are a mythical creature, but then, I knew that I had been a spider from under the microwave, so perhaps this would not be so difficult to accept.

“No. Actually it feels really good to have you doing that.”

My breathing slowed as I gradually hypnotized myself with the motion of my finger in her ear. Then I remembered that this was my chance to ask so much. My first question was, “So, can you do magic?”

“Not much, mostly just some stuff with plants. Ever notice how that palm in the near the door of the common room has been doing so well since … Never mind. It’s not nearly the magic …”

“What?”

“Gesama, you need to remember. That’s all.”

“Remember what?”

“Remember who you are, what you are. And to remember us. This is not the first time we have done this, being together like this. And I am simply the elf who fell in love with you.”

“But this me … I’m Allison, a fifteen year old girl from Presley High School, and …”

“And?”

“And the spider from under the microwave, which I don’t understand. And then we became one, this spider you call Gesama and Allison me.”

Phyla smiled, “The spider was just a temporary thing, when things were … things were bad.” She paused and stroked my neck and then on down to my chest. “But you did manage to find a beautiful body, although I helped in a way.”

“This body? But I’m pale, a little too fat and my boobs are small and … and,” I remembered the exercise from earlier in the day and suddenly smelled myself, “I smell terrible.”

“That sounds like a teenage girl talking. And I like smell of this body. It is very earthy. Your coloration is so different in this, but it is still so much you.”

I nestled into the crook of her shoulder, the little hollow right below her collarbone and smelled her. While mine smelled like normal sulfur with a prominent bite of onion, hers was delightful, a mix of cinnamon and honeysuckle. “Wow,” I whispered. “Your smell is so …sublime.”

She smiled. “And your body is wonderful. And the girl that I’m holding here and now is very much the Gesama I fell in love with all of those years ago.” She pulled my head tighter into her shoulder.

“How many years?” And then was embarrassed that I seemed so impatient to know so much when the moment was so tender.

“A lot. Hundreds. I’m not good at math. And there was a big jump in there, through a time portal.”

“What did my body look like back then? When you fell in love the first time?” All of this seemed so unbelievable, and yet I want to know more and more because it seemed so real at the same time. Perhaps because she seemed to know it so well.

“You were darker – darker skin and hair that was almost black, but not quite.”

“Skin like yours?”

“No. More olive. And my hair was lighter than yours. But I like this body too – this Allison body. It is all so much still you.”

“Were people back then more cool about it, about us, being together like this?”

“No. We are different races, different species, and Sapphic love has never been seen as fully acceptable by society, or at least by the men who have been deciding the mores of society.” Her finger was drawing little circles around my left nipple, relaxing me. “Now I want you to sleep a little bit. Here. In my arms.”

I was still touching her ear, but I let my hand drop as I started to drift off. Then I asked one more thing, “Was I magical too?”

“You’ll have to find your memory, and then you’ll know, but now, you need to sleep.”

And I did, feeling more content than any time that I could remember. Holshue House was not a prison. It was a haven. Outside a clap of thunder shook its fist at the building, the rain beat down the stubble of weed and grass, but inside our little space we were safe. Holshue House felt like it was sleeping - even the staff, even the ghosts deep in the basement.

I awoke to the gentle sensation of Phyla shaking my shoulder. “Gesama,” she whispered. “It’s time for me to go. Now. Before the bell goes off.” She was holding the watch in her palm. She pulled her bra up over her shoulders. “Hook me please,” she asked turning with her back to me.

I hooked her, and without speaking found my bra and allowed her to hook me as well. Quickly she pulled her shirt back over her head, and then gave me a quick kiss on the lips before going over to stand at the door. The watch was in her hand again, she was nodding her head in time with the second hand. Then she open the door and gave me a little wave as she slipped out the hall towards her own door.

A haven with a lot of restrictions that we would have to learn to work around. I couldn’t let myself think of the future. The naptime had been too perfect. And the things I had learned too confusing.