by J.R. Bowles
CHAPTER 23
Several doors down, John sat restlessly in an armchair in Morgan's room. A sheen of nervous moisture glazed the palms of his hands. What was he supposed to do now?
Morgan smiled and walked over to John, noticing his nervousness. She kneeled down and sat on the floor at his feet, leaning her head against his leg.
“Ah!” she said. “Do you like this music?”
“Yes, it's so soothing.” John said, trying to relax from her touch. His eyes feasted on her beauty. She smiled up at him sweetly. The butterflies in her stomach were beginning to settle as she felt the muscles of his leg beginning to relax.
“Morgan, I feel as though I've known you all my life,” John whispered as he ran his fingers along her arm. His senses leaped with the awareness of her softness. He leaned against her and drew her lips to his. She responded with no resistance.
Yes, her mind screamed. I want this… all my life I've wanted this. As their lips met their minds soared, their bodies became bound.
He moved down to the floor, their lips still joined for fear of breaking the spell. Their hands began to explore and John pulled her down on top of him. Their burning flesh so close separated by mere clothing.
John was aware of her surrender to him, the mounds of her breasts pressing against his chest. Their kisses were intoxicating, their breath became as one. He felt her lips open and his tongue slipped forward to explore and taste her.
Morgan felt herself moisten as his tongue played gently with her own. She felt a desire like none she had fantasized possible; an aching that only he could soothe. As he unbuttoned her blouse his fingers yearned to touch those tender orbs which rested against his chest. He fumbled clumsily with her bra, not knowing how to release them to him. Morgan, knowing his inexperience, came to his rescue. She freed herself from his arms and stood, ever so sensually removing her clothes.
As his eyes drank in her feminine appeal, his own body responded, engorging him to the point his clothing became binding. She stood and finished undressing before him, and he followed her lead.
As they stood naked before each other, Morgan sighed. “I've never done this before, John.”
“Neither have I,” he faltered, “I don't have any protection. What if you get pregnant?” His practicality, for a moment, ruled his passion.
“What will be, will be.” She reached for him.
With her response, John fell in love; he took her in his arms, leading her to the bed. Their bodies melted into the realm of ecstasy. He kissed her passionately and she returned his desire.
When his lips teased her nipple she soared beyond all reason. His hand found her mound of heaven, and as if by its own knowing, explored that which he had never ever desired before, making him want more.
Morgan pulled his body to her. His aroma mixed with her own pulled a moan from her lips.
She parted her legs and he moved to their invitation. He felt himself probing at her lips to enter that portal which he had so long denied.
She inhaled deeply as he entered her; then she grasped his lean hard buttocks and pulled him down. As he pushed through her protective resistance they soared beyond their human bodies to the timeless void of an awakening universe.
The room vanished from around them. Gently they floated, so warm, so free, away from everything. Nothing else existed but them.
They were joined, moving through a void. Floating gently, drifting alone, alone in the vast universe
They were pure energy, fused in pulsation, drifting in a sea of bliss.
Yet they knew they were not alone. There were others all around them, experiencing the sameness of the love dance. They sensed the others there as their throbs grew hard and fast.
As it had been the night before, those people involved with the centers were present in spirit.
Their lustful energy grew, drawing upon the store of the previous solar plexus opening.
John felt the universe explode and when his final thrust was received by Morgan they were bonded, fused like primal quarks feeding on the pure existence of that which was offered. She received his sacrifice, and creation had begun.
As Morgan's mind cleared, she clung to him. John's eyes focused upon her. His confusion sent his emotions into turmoil.
John held tightly to Morgan for strength, and wondered if she had experienced what he had. Her eyes of adoration spoke the answer he sought.
“First Billy, now Morgan,” John thought, “what is happening? I'm losing my mind.”
They wept quietly.
Morgan's soul had awakened. Now she felt real. Her mind reached out into the night, gently feeling.
Billy lay silently in his room, an aura of red light emanating from him.
“Billy?” Morgan's mind reached out, “I know now who I am and why we are here.”
“Be with him now, he needs you now more than before.” Billy's thoughts caressed her mind with warmth and understanding. His being had returned to his body.
Several hours later, John released Morgan. She had drifted off into sweet slumber. He quietly dressed and left. He wasn't sure where he was going; he needed time to think. As he passed the front desk, he noted the night clerk was busy running reports and hadn't noticed him.
Out into the streets he fled. Although it was almost three, the streets, even in this area, were scattered with people. The turmoil in his mind would not let him rest. Why was this happening? His body felt alive. His own masculine physique defined. He had no need of sleep. Surely everyone that had sex did not experience what he had. Was he crazy?
The people he met on the street seemed to stare intensely at him, like they had earlier in the day, but now they had a feeling of animal sexuality permeating them.
Male and female alike, all felt sexual. He wondered if someone had slipped him a drug, but that had not been possible. One by one, he could tell what the people wanted. Their fantasies, their realities, all were displayed to his mind. Few of those he met wanted creation. They only wanted release of this powerful energy, lust.
He felt anger toward them.
He returned to the hotel; as he passed the night clerk, he felt her eyes upon him, her desire for him. In his anger he thought, she was like a damn dog in heat.
The woman behind the desk smiled and wordlessly came from behind the desk and grabbed his most private area. He was too startled to stop her.
She unzipped him before he could protest. Silently she turned, getting down on her hands and knees; she pulled her skirt up and panties down.
“Please,” she begged, looking over her shoulder. “I've got to have you. I need you, now. Please stop this ache.”
His anger overwhelmed him, and he slammed her to the floor with his foot, where she lay flat on her stomach.
His face turned red in rage and his body began to tremble. He turned and stomped off toward the elevator.
As John left, the neon lights in the lobby began to pop and crack. Suddenly they exploded, showering down fragments of glass throughout the lobby.
John vaguely heard the noise through his heightened rage but didn't turn around to see what was happening.
He wasn't aware of their explosion, or of the girl's anguished tears for what she had done.
The elevator opened; John stepped on and pressed the button to his floor. As the door began to close, a man in his late thirties stepped on. The electronic eye of the elevator caused the doors to reopen and then shut. The man pressed the fourth floor button. He then turned to stare at John. John felt revulsion as he felt this man's sexual desire for him. As the elevator opened on the second floor, John was so disgusted his body was shaking.
John turned, stared, eyes blazing at him as he seemed to freeze. The man tried to move his hand to wipe away the beads of perspiration which had formed. As John stormed angrily out onto the second floor the man stood stiffly, his eyes glazed.
