Cherry Blossom Girls 8

by Harmon Cooper

  I used what power I still possessed to fire the Mongolian coin through the man’s center, all the way up his body and out the crown of his head.

  He fell forward on top of me, bleeding profusely, his hand slipping out of my nostrils and mouth.

  I pushed Kenneth off me as I coughed, as I got to my knees and made my way over to Grace, who just happened to be close to me.

  “I got him…” I told her. “I fucking got him…”

  “We have to go,” she said, bringing her hand to my head. “You did good. Really good.”

  “I’ll get Dorian and Veronique, make sure…check Kenneth… you secure the hotel…”

  Grace nodded as she slowly got to her feet, her form wavering.

  “Don’t worry about appearances right now,” I told her as I moved back over to the man, hoping to figure out something, some tidbit of information that would lead us to Damon Lord.

  His legs were a mess from the morphing, but his pocket was still intact, his phone still with fifty percent battery. The only problem was it had a lock screen.

  Boy, was I lucky. In that exact moment as I turned the screen toward me, a message appeared and flashed away.

  See you in Pharping… Damon.

  “Pharping…” I whispered.

  Where have I heard that name before?

  It didn’t matter. We could get to the bottom of that later. For now, we needed to get the hell out of this hotel.

  Chapter Twenty-Two: Vector Shower

  Could this have been what the Mongolian shaman hinted at in terms of saving my life?

  And by saving my life, I had killed someone, which was something that would have weighed heavily on my soul if I didn’t think that the man named Kenneth Thompson was a threat.

  And who knew?

  Maybe the CBGs would have persevered, taking Kenneth out, and maybe he would have spared my life in the meantime…

  Fat chance.

  Even if the coin I now possessed, which was more oblong than anything else, had saved my life, I felt cheated in a way.

  Stupid, I know, I get it. But the warning had been so foreboding, so powerful, and for it to simply mean that I needed some metal to send through a super’s body cheapened the prophecy in a way.

  No, no it didn’t.

  I was arguing with myself, up late, Grace asleep next to me, her back pressed against my side.

  Tomorrow we would go to Pharping, which thankfully, Ingrid had already read about in one of her guidebooks. The taxi driver that drove us from Patan to Thamel had mentioned it too, which was why the name sounded familiar.

  We had Kenneth’s phone, and once we got back to America, I’d give it to Father to try and crack. The likelihood of him doing so may be nil, but at least it was worth a shot.

  Restless...

  This was why I hated the brain. I’d been tired all the way up to this point, and as soon as I’d laid down, my brain had morphed into Michelle’s, running circles around itself, jumping from one idea to the next.

  And I tried to go to sleep. Lord knows, I tried. Counting sheep, focusing on my breath, even snuggling up next to Grace, and squeezing all the good parts—nothing seemed to work.

  Damn if I wasn’t wide awake. I thought for a moment about getting online and seeing what Luke was up to, maybe plotting some of the sequel to Mutants in the Making, or diving back into Manchester Rich’s head for a spell.

  But I also felt like taking a shower, just sitting in there for a while, the hot water warming my skin as I thought about things.

  So that’s what I did.

  I quietly stepped out of the bedroom and made my way to the bathroom, noticing the door was cracked, the light was on.

  I started to peek inside when I saw Stella sitting on the toilet, finishing up. I turned away immediately, only to run into an invisible barrier.

  “Sorry,” I said, not turning back around.

  I heard the toilet flush, and the door open.

  “Can I turn around now?”

  “You are such a perv,” she started to say.

  “I just came out to take a shower,” I told her quietly.

  “I was planning to take a shower too.”

  I turned to Stella to see her standing in a bra and a pair of boy shorts.

  “Okay, you can go first.”

  “It would be faster if we…”

  I raise my eyebrow at her.

  “Stop looking at me like that and just get in here.”

  What?

  Stella turned, and my eyes naturally fell to her ass, the way the bottom of her ass cheeks were barely contained by the boy shorts.

  She glanced over her shoulder at me. “Hurry, before I change my mind.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I said as I slid into the bathroom, Stella using her power to shut the door behind me.

  It was a large walk-in shower, almost new, with a showerhead that was supposed to replicate what it would feel like to be standing in the pouring rain.

  “This doesn’t leave this bathroom,” she said as she unclipped her bra, her back still to me. I started taking my shirt off, my eyes naturally jumping from her reflection in the mirror to Stella herself, as she slipped out of her boy shorts, her legs coming together, a perfect gap between her thighs.

  I didn’t think anything like this would ever happen between Stella and me, and…

  Don’t overthink this, don’t overthink this, don’t overthink this.

  I played it just about as cool as I could, slipping out of my pants and my boxers as well, acting like it was no big thing, even though I had already started to get an erection.

  Stella stepped into the shower, and turned the water on, her back still to me.

  “Clean my shoulders,” she said, nodding toward a soap dispenser on the wall. I pumped a few squirts into my hand and used it to lather her shoulders, eventually moving my way down to the small of her back, Stella letting out a few deep exhales, which I could hear even with the water trickling onto us.

  Suddenly she turned to me, her hands coming to my chest.

  “Just washing,” I said, showing her my soapy palms.

  “I have never…”

  “It’s fine, it’s fine to want to be close to someone,” I said, hoping that those were the words that she was looking for.

  “Can I wash you?”

  “I’m not finished washing you.”

  Stella smiled, biting her lip a bit. “Okay, finish.”

  It was now or never, I pressed my hands forward, taking them down her chest, where I lightly squeezed her breasts. Stella had perky breasts, and she was even thinner than I thought she would be.

  The thing was, I never really looked at Stella in this way, and seeing her now, nude before me, was an experience that I was still trying to wrap my mind around.

  But rather than say anything stupid as I normally would have, I pumped more soap onto my hands and continued to bring my fingers down her body, getting to my knees right in front of her blonde bush.

  I looked up at her. “Do you mind?”

  She looked up at the showerhead now, the water sliding down her face. She nodded, and I began lathering her pubic hairs, still crouched before her, lightly touching her clit with my thumb.

  I had to taste it.

  The urge came over me and I placed both hands on her buttocks, pulling her in a little bit closer and lightly licking her.

  Stella dropped her hand on my face and pressed it in even further, my nose bunched up against the front of her sex.

  It was not the way to eat someone out, but I could tell what I had done had fascinated her in some way, excited her, and she was interested in exploring it further.

  I continued to try to lick at her, but it was an awkward position to really do this right, so I reached my hand up to her and lowered her to the shower floor, spreading her legs, diving back in.

  I was by no means an expert, but I had done a bit of research on pleasuring a woman, and had some experience under my belt now.

 
Maybe more than I was letting on.

  Once I got over the awkwardness of the situation, I really got into it, lightly touching her with my hands as I licked her clit, occasionally using my thumb to press against it, apply some pressure.

  “Oh my God, my God,” she whispered.

  “Just guide me... tell me what you want,” I said into her sex, my voice sort of muffled.

  “More, more,” she said breathlessly.

  So I continued, occasionally looking up at her and seeing that her cheeks were red, her skin glistening, her nipples erect, her eyes closed as she took in deep breaths.

  I went in deeper and as soon as I did I felt a rush of something, a warmth spreading over me, Stella digging her nails into the back of my head, eventually letting up.

  “It’s okay,” I told her as I moved back to my knees, both of us on the shower floor.

  “What do I do now?” she asked. “For you. What do I do for you?”

  “Anything you want. Take it as slow as you would like,” I told her, both of us looking to my throbbing cock.

  “How?”

  “Well, I’ve never…” I was about to say that I had never given someone a blowjob before, but I realized she was literally asking how it would work. “You jerk it like this,” I said, pulling at myself. “That is how a guy does his thing.”

  “I know that part.”

  “Well, you asked.”

  “I want to help,” she said, coming forward, pushing me back, so my back was against the shower wall. She placed her hand on my penis.

  “How’s this?”

  “It’s a start,” I said, a bit breathlessly.

  Now crouched before me, Stella started to pump her hand up and down, her grip way too tight.

  “Careful,” I told her.

  “I want to get it right, and then later, maybe another time, other things,” she said.

  “You’ll get it right, just…” I placed my hand on the base of my penis, sort of making the ‘okay’ symbol. She placed her hand on top of mine, and together, we started working at it, Stella eventually wrapping her other fingers around as I let go.

  “Do you like it?”

  “It’s… Nice,” I said, my eyes focused now on her tits.

  “I can go faster.”

  “Just a little bit, and don’t squeeze too tightly.”

  Stella started going faster, occasionally rubbing her thumb against the tip of my penis, which felt great. Every time she did that, I let out a gasp, all my nerves firing at once.

  “You like that?” she asked, still touching it.

  “It’s good, keep it up…”

  She kept jerking my cock, and stopped for a moment to shake her hand out. She returned with her other hand, grabbing at my testicles, squeezing them.

  “Interesting.”

  “Yes they are,” I said, leaning back, ready to finish.

  “How do I get it out?”

  “Keep jerking at it. I can help, if you want.”

  “Okay, help,” she said, allowing me to jerk myself off for a moment, fascinated by how I worked my own penis.

  Like any man, I was an expert at giving myself a handjob, so it wasn’t long before I was ready to blow my load, but rather than do it myself, I whispered for Stella to grab my penis, which she did quickly, moving her hand even faster.

  “A little slower…” I told her, the water making her skin glisten.

  Stella locked into a good pace, picking up where I left off.

  I dropped my hands to my sides, leaning my head back for a moment, allowing a sense of euphoria to roll over me.

  That same sense of euphoria surged down to my groin and exited through the tip of my penis, the rest seeping out onto Stella’s hand as she continued jerking me.

  “Let go, let go, let go,” I said, the sensation too powerful.

  She did so immediately, dropping her other hand to my balls, squeezing them lightly.

  “Does that help?” she asked.

  “Damn.”

  Stella looked at my semen on her hand, and brought it up to her face, smelling it.

  Her tongue came out of her mouth to taste it...

  “Whoa,” I told her, not recalling the last time I saw someone actually do something like that in real life.

  “It’s a little salty,” she finally said, washing the rest off.

  “So I’ve been told. Maybe if I ate more pineapples, it would change the flavor. But I don’t know if that’s actually true. I guess I should look that up on the Internet.”

  “Quiet,” she said as she came forward, bringing her face close to mine.

  “Do you want to kiss me?”

  “Sure…”

  Stella kissed me, and I tried to ignore the fact that she had just licked my semen as I kissed her back.

  “I want you to wipe your mind,” she said, pulling away.

  “Wipe my mind?”

  “I don’t want Grace or the others knowing about this.”

  “I’m not able to wipe minds,” I told her. “And to be honest with you, Grace wouldn’t care. And I won’t tell the others.”

  “I don’t know… I really don’t know what came over me. But…”

  “What?” I asked, dropping my hand to her arm.

  “It felt good.”

  “It usually does.”

  “I don’t want them to know.”

  “Grace won’t care; she’s the only one that can read our minds. We’ll just keep it between ourselves. She may tease me a little, but she won’t tease you.”

  “Maybe this was wrong of us,” Stella said, turning back to the shower. “You are usually busy with the others, especially your favorite three.”

  “I don’t play favorites,” I told her.

  “Whatever,” Stella said, washing her face now. She finally turned back to me. “Another time.”

  “Promise?”

  “I promise. Sometime late, when the others are asleep.”

  “I look forward to it.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three: Off to the Mountains

  I didn’t know what it was with me, the CBGs, and hooking up in showers, but they seemed to be the place where most things went down. I guess it was an issue of privacy, especially because we were always around each other.

  It was the next morning, and I was sitting in the living room area, Michelle watching a Bollywood flick on a Nepali TV.

  Ingrid was there as well, reading up on Pharping, as were Veronique and Dorian, both already in their uniforms.

  “Will breakfast be here soon?” Ingrid asked without looking up from her book.

  “Breakfast isn’t being delivered to us,” I explained to her, “we’re supposed to go get it in the lounge. But they haven’t started serving it yet.”

  “Fine, fine,” she said with a grumble.

  Stella entered the space and did not make eye contact with me. Her hair was up as usual, and she seemed a little looser than normal, her shoulders relaxed some.

  “Did you sleep well?” Michelle asked, balancing on the edge of the sofa, rocking back and forth.

  “Yes,” Stella said shortly. “What makes you think I slept poorly?”

  “You were in the shower for a long time last night,” Dorian said. “I almost teleported in there to make sure you hadn’t slipped and hurt yourself.”

  “That’s because it was a nice shower. And trust me, I don’t slip. Now, where’s breakfast?”

  “They haven’t put it out yet,” Ingrid said. “Why are things running so late here? Shouldn’t breakfast be out by now?”

  “It may be more of a brunch thing,” I told her. “I mean, this is a pretty hip hostel. Maybe most of their guests aren’t up so early.”

  Grace stepped into the space and looked from Stella to me.

  Not a word, I thought to her.

  I’m so proud of her!

  Not a word, I repeated inside my head.

  She’s kind of a freak, isn’t she?

  Please, stop.

  I’m surprise
d she didn’t stick a finger in your ass.

  STOP!

  A smile came across my face and I had to look toward the wall to prevent Stella from seeing it.

  Well, it seems to have loosened her up some. So I guess that’s a good thing, Grace thought to me.

  Can we talk about this at another time?

  I can’t wait.

  Neither can I!

  “Can you get them to hurry up with breakfast?” Ingrid asked Grace. “It seems like they are taking forever.”

  “As you wish,” Grace said, heading to the door, morphing into a Scandinavian backpacker as she did so. No backpack, but she definitely wore the type of clothing that you would buy in bulk at the L.L. Bean outlet outside of Portland, Maine. She slipped out of the room, and returned just a few moments later with a big smile on her face.

  “It’ll be ready in five minutes,” she told us.

  “And we’re going after that, right?” Michelle asked me.

  “Yes, and we may need a tour guide. Grace?”

  “Why do I always have to do all the heavy lifting?” she asked playfully as she stepped out of the room, dealt with the front desk again, and returned.

  “You never gave me a chance to answer that question,” I said.

  “If I had psychic powers I would be doing a lot of heavy lifting,” Veronique told her. “I would have most of our problems solved by now.”

  “Is that so?” Grace asked her.

  “Well, maybe. I actually have no idea what I’d do if I heard everyone’s thoughts. Maybe I would hate it.”

  “Yes, you would,” Grace said as she stepped into the bedroom.

  I went in after her to make sure she was okay, and found her sitting on the bed, one leg crossed over the other.

  “Don’t listen to Veronique…” I started to say.

  “Gideon, you know what she says doesn’t get to me. Not much gets to me, to be honest with you.” She tilted her head a bit, her eyes flashing white.

  “It’s hard to be a telepath, isn’t it?”

  “You would know better than any of them,” she said.

  “Stella wanted me to wipe my mind after what happened last night, but I knew that wouldn’t work.”