Out of This Orbit (Cosmic Soul Mates)

by Jeanette Lynn

  It had happened at a house party my parents threw, the same day Mol found out she was pregnant with Eilahna, my little 'Ellie Belly'.

  Mol won't admit it, but I know she's the one who spiked Nona's drink. She must have dirt on Nona too, because Nona never got her back for it either. The only thing that would keep my Auntie Nona from retribution would be if Mol had something on her.

  I should try to figure out what it was, you never know when something like that might come in handy.

  I tuned back into my current situation and watched as Nona turned purple.

  Maybe she would go away now, so I could continue my snooping.

  "Ow! That hurt! Watch my head you old battle axe!" I yelled and tried to protect my cranium from her, most likely lead filled, purse as she clubbed me over the head with it.

  "You have no respect for your elders you little blue shit!" she ranted at me as she beat me with her purse.

  "Ow! Watch it Woman!"

  What does she have in there? Bricks?

  After I escaped Auntie Nona's wrath, I couldn't see Darlah or the pinky twins anywhere. It was like they had disappeared.

  Anger filled me when I realized they could have gone off all together.

  She wouldn't.... I told myself....

  ....or would she?

  I mulled that idea over for a moment and an inexplicable rage filled me at the thought.

  “I'll spank her ass!” I raged, unable to shake a sense of betrayal at what I perceived as a defection on her part.

  I stalked out of the main room and stopped myself, before I went pounding on doors to find her and the two pink assholes, reality setting in.

  She's not mine.

  Get a grip man, she's not yours.

  What the heck am I doing? I've officially gone off the deep end, it seems. All for what? A little mouse?

  She's not really a mouse though is she Jaye, I berated myself.

  She's a bit of a pistol when she's riled and she looks hot even when she's screeching at me like a banshee...

  I chuckled as I remembered the day at her apartment, the thrown slotted spoon and the pasta fork.

  I chuckled again and shook my head at my wayward thoughts.

  I headed to the garden for a minute alone to help me clear my head. I reached it and paused as a sound caught my attention. Relief filled me when I realized I'd found my little mouse and she was all alone.

  She was sitting on a cement bench under a knotted tree, humming quietly to the muted strains of music coming from the reception.

  "What are you doing out here all by yourself Mouse?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

  "Nothing," she shrugged and made a noncommittal noise. She didn't even turn around to acknowledge me or admire my dashing figure.

  It irked me that she didn't even turn to look at me or seem even a tiny bit happy to see me.

  Hmph.

  "Marre and Perre little mouse? You aren't honestly thinking of taking up with them are you?" I asked petulantly.

  I know it's none of my business, and it's immature to pick at her, but who ever put the words 'Jaye' and 'mature' together in a complimentary sentence?

  "You aren't right for them you know?" I said just to goad her.

  It worked of course.

  She got up and walked the rest of the way to me. She narrowed her eyes and poked me in the chest.

  Now that's more like it! She's so cute when she's pissed!

  "What the hell is that supposed to mean 'manwhore'?" she demanded, her eyes sparking with anger.

  I was getting hard just watching her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes flashing, mouth pursed with indignation.

  I leaned down until we were practically 'nose to nose'.

  "It would never work because your too...hhhmmm too... what's the word I'm looking for here?" I asked pretending to think about it, tapping my finger on my chin, as if in thought.

  "...too Mooouuussyy. Mmm... yup, that’s it... too 'mousy' to handle it," saying it slowly to punctuate each word.

  "I could handle it!" she yelled and then remembered where we were and lowered her voice.

  "I could," she glared at me huffily.

  "Then you won't mind giving me a taste right, little mouse?" I said and gripped the back of her head, crushing my lips to hers.

  Darlah

  I was so caught off guard, I didn't react right away when he kissed me. That was the last thing I would have expected from Jaye.

  I squirmed against him for a few minutes, in a feeble attempt to get him to release me, but then he grabbed my rump with his free hand and squeezed.

  His 'squeeze' elicited a 'squeak' from me and he took that open mouthed opportunity to stroke his tongue inside my mouth. The feeling of his tongue stroking, coaxingly, against mine had me going weak at the knees.

  After a few minutes I popped out of my 'tongue induced stupor' and bit down, causing him to yelp and release me.

  "Whah dah hehw Daw! Dah fwiggin hurr! Woo bih me! Awen!" he seethed, glaring at me and rubbing his tongue.

  He looked absurd. He also looked really, really, pissed and seeing as to how he had kissed me, I got to be pissed off too.

  "Don't you Dar me! You... you... Manwhore! I'm not some tart you can play with and toss away! Don't like being bitten Asshole?!! Don't play with mice!" I hissed at him.

  "And I am not a 'chew toy'! You evil temptress!" he hissed back at me.

  We stood there for a minute in a sort of standoff, or 'glaring showdown', neither one willing to relent to the other.

  We would have put all those old westerns to shame, I imagine.

  But then, and I don't know who moved first, or if it was a simultaneous thing, we grabbed each other and mashed our mouths together, kissing each other for all we were worth.

  It was crazy, unplanned, and terribly uncoordinated, but man was it sexy as hell.

  I couldn't get enough of him, my hands were everywhere, pulling at his shirt, tugging at his hair, running over his tight little blue ass in those slacks. Anything to get us closer to my ultimate goal.

  Jaye was mirroring my actions, then he was gripping my bottom and lifting me up, as if I was weightless, which I'm not afraid to say that I'm far from, rubbing me against him, right where I wanted him to be.

  I was suddenly thankful I wore a skirt today.

  Jaye moved swiftly, like he wasn't carrying a very horny, plump mouse in his arms and leaned my back against the tree, so he could have the use of both hands.

  He proceeded to tug at the buttons on my blouse desperately, gentling his frantic touch when they wouldn't budge.

  Once he got himself together, he deftly unbuttoned my blouse and undid the front enclosure to my bra in record time.

  He grinned at me and then licked his lips. "Dar honey, they're perfect," he said huskily as he cupped both of my breasts in his hands.

  He squeezed them a little and ran his thumbs over them repeatedly. I sucked in a breath as the rough texture of his hands abraded my sensitive nipples.

  He grinned at me lasciviously. "I love a good rack honey, but these," he said pushing them together and running his tongue along the seam. "These are perfect," he purred and I could feel myself melting into a puddle of goo.

  "I've always fancied myself a 'breast man'," he said thoughtfully and then swooped down and took a nipple into his mouth, suckling hard and swirling his tongue back and forth over the hardened throbbing bud. I squeaked at the sensation and started squirming against him again.

  My squirming was rubbing us in all the right places and I reached down between our bodies to let 'Manwhore jr.’ out to play. Not caring about anything else right now but getting him inside of me.

  I unzipped his pants carefully, don't want to damage the merchandise you know, and reached inside for my prize. He moaned when I rubbed my hand along his member, pausing at the head to slowly circle the tip.

  "This all for me Manwhore?" I asked and licked the tip of his pointy blue ear, nibbling a little at it when he shivere
d.

  "Oh, yeah, all for you little mouse. Wanna play with it?" he chuckled as he thrust himself into my eager hands.

  He abandoned my breasts, who, if they could talk, would have cried out at the loss, hitched my skirt up a little higher and rubbed at my sweet spot through my panties.

  I should have worn the sexy ones today, I chastised myself, but that thought was quickly forgotten in the maelstrom we were creating.

  He slipped the crotch of my panties aside and inserted one of his thick long fingers, slowly running the knuckle of another finger erotically against my clit as he did. I gasped and tried to push down on his finger, tried to rub against his knuckle, anything to get more of that spark and fire he makes me feel.

  But no, the stubborn Rellian kept his fingers in place, staring at me intently, watching my reactions, seeing how desperately I wanted him.

  "You're so wet Mouse, soaking my fingers," he murmured, leaning in and licking the shell of my ear.

  "Need more, honey?" he whispered and rubbed his knuckle against me again, his index finger still unmoving inside me. I whimpered and nodded my head 'yes'.

  "Say it Mouse. Tell me," he chuckled darkly, probably playing with me a little, but I was too lost in the moment to care.

  I ran my, to this point, neglectful hand up and down his length, pausing to circle the head as I went. Then I cupped his balls with my other hand and squeezed a little; not too much, but just enough pressure to cause pleasure not pain and he groaned, thrusting into my hand lustily.

  "Truce, I give in... whatever you call it... you win, I surrender," he babbled desperately and I smiled to myself in satisfaction, knowing that it was me that’d done that to him.

  It's a heady feeling, to know I made him squirm for me like that too, made him want me with the same matching desperation.

  He moved my hands away from him and moaned, touching our foreheads together, breathing heavily, our choppy breaths the only sound in the garden.

  "I want you so bad Dar, I don't know how long I'm going to last if we don't hurry! I feel like I'm going to explode!"

  Not wanting to waste another moment, I unbuckled his pants and 'released the beast', and ‘Oh, my’ was it a beast. Thick and long with veins running along the top and the bottom, a drop of pre cum glistening from the thickened tip. I licked my lips impatiently at the thought of giving it a good lick and he nipped my shoulder, groaning to himself at the hungry expression on my face.

  "Evil temptress," he growled. "You can lick me all you want later... much... much... later," he murmured against my neck as he bit down playfully, kissing and licking my neck to soothe the spot where he’d bitten me.

  He pulled the crotch of my panties aside more and lined us up, ready to enter me, and I felt a fresh wave of wetness wash over me in anticipation.

  "Dar? Honey, you out there?" I heard from the entrance to the garden and it was like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over me, extinguishing the moment.

  "Oh, my god!" I hissed horrified. "Release me Jaye! Quick! Let me down! Hurry!" I said urgently, trying to keep my voice low so I didn’t alert the unexpected arrival to our current location.

  Jaye just stood there stock still. He looked like he was debating on whether or not to say 'screw it' and finish what we had started or release me like I’d asked.

  I bopped him on the nose and he released me to grip his nose.

  "Dar!" he whispered fiercely.

  "What the hell, Woman! That hurt damn it. I think you broke it," he whined as he examined his, so not broken, nose.

  I rolled my eyes as I quickly put myself to 'rights'.

  I straightened my skirt with still shaking fingers and stepped out from behind the tree. I hurried to my Father, of whom I didn't even know was invited to the wedding.

  "Hi Daddy!" I said cheerfully as he gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead.

  He took in my face and a frown marred his features.

  "You okay pumpkin?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

  "You look flushed," he said as he put the back of his hand against my red apple cheeks.

  I coughed to cover up the snicker coming from behind the tree.

  "You know, maybe I'm coming down with something. I don't know what's been getting into me lately, I haven't been feeling quite like myself," I said as we walked back into the main room.

  "You work too hard pumpkin, take a day off huh? And have a day of rest? Just for you, you know?" he said patting my hand and then a sad look entered his eyes and I knew what was coming next.

  "Your Mama, if she was still here, would have known what to say, what to do.... I always feel out of my element with you baby doll. I feel like I failed you somehow, was too hard on you, didn’t handle anything the right way after she died," he confessed and grimaced.

  "I'm glad you have a good job. You know I couldn't be more happy for you Dar.... but you work too hard and never take anything for yourself," he said smiling down at me and squeezed my shoulder.

  "If I wasn't so darn proud of you, I'd kick myself for forgetting to teach you to not only work hard, but have fun too," he said ruefully.

  He nudged me a little, "Have something for you, pumpkin, don't be like 'dear old dad' and wait til' it's too late to appreciate the good things in life eh?"

  "Daddy you are not old!" I said smirking at him. I continued, keeping it up because I knew it would make him laugh, "Real men, or so I’m told, are supposed to be like a fine wine... just gets better with age." I giggled and he barked out a laugh. "And you always did right by me, so 'thank you' and 'I love you', ya silly old man."

  He shook his head at me and gave me a bear hug, still chuckling about the wine comment.

  We laughed and chatted the rest of the night and if a certain blue oaf kept entering my thoughts, I pushed them aside. Obviously that part of the evening was blown and I didn't think Jaye would be too keen on a second attempt at 'playing with mice'.

  I smiled at my own little pun and sipped my drink, pretending to be listening to the conversation that was going on around me.

  Tossing your cookies?

  Jaye

  If I didn't know better, I would think someone was out to punish me! Karma or something... for all of my 'dramatic ass-ness' throughout the years.

  It was like someone said 'Here Jaye, have the hottest sexual encounter you've ever had in your life', with a Mouse, of all things, and then they said 'Ha ha just kidding Asshole! So, Suck It!'

  I grimaced and shifted on my feet, shuffling around slightly from side to side, looking for relief.

  I was in pain, only one kind of relief I wanted, and everyone was hogging her. My already blue balls were going to have 'blue balls' and my cock was hard enough I could probably pound nails with it!

  That 'little mouse' really is an 'evil temptress'! I thought to myself and my eyes narrowed as I watched her laughing at whatever Mol and her were chatting about.

  It made me want to spank her, seeing her all calm and collected, while I felt like a 'cat in heat'.

  This is all her fault, I thought to myself irrationally. If she hadn't been tempting to those two pink twin bastards, I never would have felt jealous and thus compelled to maul her to stake my claim.

  Yes, just keep telling yourself that Jaye and maybe someday, in say a hundred years, you might just believe it, I chastised my inner voice.

  "Jaye hun?" Mama called from a few feet behind me, pulling me from my thoughts.

  I turned and looked at her.

  "Yeah Mama?" I asked a little distractedly.

  "Could you be a dear and drive Magenta home? She's not feeling quite the thing tonight. Yes?"

  I looked over at Mags, who was looking a little 'green around the gills'.

  "Sure thing Mama," I said and held out my arm in a 'ladies first gesture' to Mags.

  "Come on 'Squirt', I'll get you home," I said, smiling at her in sympathy, gently putting my hand on her back to guide her to my hovie.

  This night did not tur
n out at all like anything I could or would have imagined. Could it get any worse?

  Special Delivery

  Darlah

  I walked in to my apartment and set my things down on the kitchen table. I kicked off my shoes and plopped down on my couch.

  I felt... numb. Yep, numb, I thought and sighed. That was the only way to describe how I'm feeling at the moment.

  It was like that time when I was ten and someone had run over my dog Muffin in their hovie. I felt hurt, upset, heart broken even... which was silly of course.

  What Jaye and I did in the garden had nothing to do with his heart, apparently... silly me.

  He made that very apparent when he left with another woman. And I'm doubly pissed at him because I can't be mad at Magenta. She's such a nice person, a real sweat pea, and it makes me want to strangle him for playing us, playing me like that.

  He could have, at least, had the decency to sneak out the back with her or something. I don't know... hop the wall? Something, anything, but what he did.

  He’d walked right out of there, in front of everyone, his hand on the small of her back. A sweet expression on his face as he talked to her in low whispered tones.

  My eyes started to sting as I remembered the whole scene and I wiped at them quickly. Damn Allergies!! I told myself, in denial.

  I gave myself a little pep talk then, about how he really wasn't worth it and they always say you have to kiss a few toads to find your prince.

  I smiled a little at the thought as I readied for bed. ...and who knew... maybe my prince charming really was out there somewhere waiting for me. He could be just around the corner and one small nudge from fate is all I need to meet him.

  And maybe, I smiled wickedly to myself, maybe he does have a charming twin brother as well... the two of them, charming as sin, all for me.

  I smiled at the thought as I snuggled down into my covers and drifted off to sleep.

  Dreams of blue, fire breathing dragons and pink, chain mailed knights floated around in my imagination as I entered my REM cycle.