So after freeing herself from the restrictive confines of her evening gown, she ventured in only her bra and panties onto the beach, finally sinking with a happy sigh into the waters of Port Emerald Bay.
After splashing briefly in shallow waters, she dove deeply into the bay, losing herself in the warm nurturance of its moonlit waves.
Floating freely just below the surface, Lillith stopped as always to admire her favorite sea creatures. She grinned at the sight of rainbow-colored guppies and stared in awe at the artistically formed starfish.
At the sight of a third creature, her whimsical smile dissolved to a deep, confused frown.
This particular creature was substantially larger than the others were; and while his lower half took the form of a smooth, emerald-hued fin, his upper half resembled that of an athletic human male.
Lillith gaped openly as the creature, using hands that appeared all too human, swept the hair back from his mysterious visage to face her.
She shook her head in sheer disbelief as she faced a radiant wraith; a man whose azure eyes peered out mysteriously from what appeared to be a silken eye mask.
The Mardi Gras-style mask covered most of his face, and bore the vibrant, multicolored hues of a peacock in full splendor. Yet for all the beauty of this artistically designed mask, it failed to outshine its bearer.
Lillith became so intrigued she longed to remain underwater and meet the mysterious stranger. First, though, necessity forced her to venture above water to catch some needed oxygen.
It's too bad I'm not a mermaid, she mused, surfacing and shivering in the cool night air. Did such a creature actually exist?
As if on cue, the creature emerged suddenly from the waves beneath them, his unsettling closeness drawing a startled gasp from her.
The light of the full moon only further illuminated this ethereal being, as it gave his hair the appearance of wet ebony gold and showcased the bronzed essence of his skin.
His face, all the while, remained strangely obscured. Only his eyes and mouth were revealed fully to her.
His eyes held the tint of the ocean, and were narrowed in an admiring, very sensual stare. His lips spread into a soft and alluring beam.
To complete the effect, he raised his hand above the water's surface and beckoned her forward, crooking his finger in an almost hypnotic motion.
Somehow, she couldn't resist.
Chapter Six
The siren lured Lillith further into the waves of Port Emerald Bay, swimming with a flawless grace that stole her breath.
"Are you going to tell me your name?” she asked, still awed but fascinated by this male sea wonder. “I'm Lillith."
Yet the stranger only turned to her, and placed a long, agile finger across his succulent lips.
Lips that seemed somehow familiar.
If I met him before, she thought, I would have remembered.
All coherent thought fled her mind as she caught sight of their destination; a water bound cove accented by swaying sable palms that overlooked a smooth, sleek sandbank.
The sands shone like a vibrant gold coin in the moonlight above, and bordered a flowing brook of pure, crystalline water.
Surrounding this brook lay a miniature grove that boasted a variety of plants and floras, from lavender water lilies to ruby red aster, golden roses to pearly pink carnations.
Lillith grinned at the sight of this last flower, as it reminded her of Taron's bouquet.
"I'm still wondering where he got such fresh, beautiful flowers,” she mused.
Soon the vision of the siren's cove became enhanced even further by the presence of Lillith's escort, who emerged from the water to claim a comfortable place beside the brook.
Reclining on his side, he tossed his head back to bask in luminous moon rays, his hair, chest, and fin glowing in a strangely ethereal fashion.
Lillith looked on in wonder as his magnificent form underwent a dramatic transformation. Before her very eyes, his fin slowly transformed into a very human pair of legs, toned appendages that supported a trim waist, and a long, hard, most impressive shaft.
Raised in a firm salute, it seemed to beckon her forward into the cove. This gesture was matched by his gaze, which seared her with an expression of sweet sensual invitation.
Moving as if in a dream, Lillith emerged from the water and climbed the banks of the cove. Then, kneeling at the stranger's side, she smiled softly as he gathered her into sure and gentle arms.
Soon she lay beneath him, moaning as he planted soft, adoring siren's kisses over her face and neck before burying his head in her chest.
Running her hands through his mass of soft dark hair, she murmured with approval as he licked and kissed her breasts. He next turned his attentions to her abdomen, laving her sensitive bellybutton as he massaged her legs.
Soon her bra and panties were safely deposited beside her on the bank, and the two merged into a wet, naked embrace, seeking both warmth and passion in one another's arms.
Their mouths followed, joining in a deep, passionate kiss that solidified their mutual desire.
Releasing a groan, the siren covered Lillith's body with his own, merging them as a single, radiant being. Then as she wrapped her arms tightly around his wide shoulders, he moved his hand in a slow, loving caress that covered her stomach and waist before resting in the soft depths of her feminine nest.
Sucking in a deep breath, Lillith stared into the masked face of her seducer, then bit her lip as his fingers ventured into her slick depths.
Caressing and probing, the stranger found his mark with relative ease, finally resting on a spot just inside her vaginal wall.
Looking deeply into her eyes, the siren seared Lillith's lips with another passionate kiss; his fingers, meanwhile, blazed their own path, rubbing and caressing her g-spot until her body came alive with spiraling spasms of pleasure.
Throwing her head back, she screamed outright after being overtaken by a mind-blowing orgasm; the most intense she ever experienced.
Eager to return the favor, she rose to her knees and fixed her soft, sturdy hand on his erect shaft. Rubbing and caressing in gentle, steady motions, she listened with relish as he moaned his pleasures of satisfaction.
Her own pleasure turned to surprise moments later, as her attempts to fix her hungry lips on the siren's cock was thwarted by the firm grasp of his masculine hands on her arms.
Raising her body slowly upward until their eyes met, the stranger shook his head slightly and eased her hot, sweat-sprinkled body into the sands beneath them. Once again covering her body with his, he seared her lips with a passionate kiss; his sturdy hands, meanwhile, made long, lazy circles down her back.
Lillith grasped her lover's firm, hard behind and pulled him purposefully forward. Their kisses became more heated and frantic as finally he filled her, driving into her with gentle but powerful strokes. Claiming a perfect rhythm, the couple clung to one another as their hips swayed together in a graceful tango. As she accepted him into her body, Lillith sunk her head into the siren's massive, muscular chest, listening with pleasure to the racing of his heart.
Her own pulsated a moment later, as he nibbled and blew sensuously into her ear. Then, pressing his lips with heated fervor against hers and wrapping his arms around her waist, he delivered a final, mighty thrust that sent her careening over the brink of ecstasy.
Throwing his head back, the siren set forth with a mighty cry that emerged as a melodic song. Taking advantage of his vulnerable state, Lillith reached upward and stripped off the only article of clothing he had remaining: the mask that disguised his identity.
Her gaze following the direction of her wayward hands, Lillith came face to face with her first love.
"I knew it,” she whispered, running a loving hand over his smooth, carved cheek. “From the moment I saw you in the water, I just had a feeling..."
Turning his head sharply, Taron planted a fierce kiss on Lillith's hand before addressing her.
"Now you k
now why I had to run away,” he insisted. “I'm a freak, Lillith. A literal freak of nature."
She pressed a silencing finger across his firm, full lips.
"You are a miracle of nature,” she corrected, looking upon him with unabashed affection.
"Taron, I felt like a total freak in college,” she scoffed. “I preferred books to sports, chess to cheerleading..."
"And that's why I couldn't resist you,” Taron interrupted, smiling. “You were different, interesting, captivating. I wanted to marry you, Lillith,” he revealed, adding in a somber tone, “My plans were ruined during our senior year, when I started to notice a strange, tingling feeling whenever I bathed or swam. And one day I was swimming at a Tampa Bay beach when ‘the change’ first hit me.” He paused, gem blue eyes misting at the memory. “Luckily, it was a slow day at the beach,” he continued. “The people who did see me screamed and ran—calling me a freak as they did so."
Shaking his head in a seeming attempt to clear it of offending memories, Taron went on with his story, “I couldn't stand to alienate you too, or to disgust and drive you away from me."
Lillith surged suddenly upward and enveloped him in a passionate embrace.
"Of course I would have been shocked,” she allowed, saying her words softly and soothingly against his ear. “Ultimately, though, I would have accepted you. Just as you accepted me."
Kissing her fiercely, Taron cupped her face in two loving hands and stared deeply into her eyes.
"Can you accept me now?” he whispered.
Grinning, Lillith snorted, “Well, Taron, given the events of this evening, what do you think?"
Returning her devilish smile, Taron gathered her once again into a tight, loving embrace. And this time, he was determined not to let go.
"So I assume you'll be my guest of honor at Saturday's masquerade party?” he asked.
Smirking, Lillith gave Taron a firm slap on the rump.
"I accept your invitation,” she assented, adding with a wink, “As you mentioned earlier, I do love it when you dress up."
Lillith knew in some ways, she'd always hid behind her own mask. Gregory had been there for her, in a very loving, needed way, but now it was time to move on with her life. Behind an azure masquerade of love, she found her new path. Now, with the masks gone, only love, unhidden, shone through from that point on for Lillith and Taron.
The End
I Dream Of Eugene
by
Jamie Hill
When Macy Green discovers a dusty old bottle at Madame Zena's Mystical Shoppe, she never imagines it might actually be magical. The handsome genie that appears offers her three wishes, but Macy soon discovers it will only take one-one very special wish-to fulfill her heart's true desire.
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I Dream of Eugene
by
Jamie Hill
The dusty little store appeared crowded with merchandise, if not shoppers. Macy Green looked over the eclectic collection of oddities in Madame Zena's Mystical Shoppe, amazed at the various loads of crap the old woman tried to pass off as antiques. She eyed the dozens of brass items, all badly in need of polish, and a collection of old oriental rugs.
"Suppose these carpets fly?” She fingered one and looked up at her friend Tina, browsing on the other side of the counter.
"Yeah, you bet.” Tina chuckled absently, digging through a small jewelry box. She held up a pair of dangly turquoise earrings. “Hey, Mace, look here. Don't these look like real silver?"
"Let me see.” Macy took the earrings and studied them closely. “Nah, I don't think so. But they're pretty, and you look good in turquoise. You should get them."
Tina took the earrings back and held them up to her ears, looking at herself in an old mirror on the wall. “I do like them. They make me look like Cher, circa 1970.” She flipped her long black hair over one shoulder and raised her eyebrows. “Whadaya think? Gypsy, tramp, or thief?"
Macy laughed at the old song and nodded. “Definitely gypsy. I like the look a lot."
"Okay, I'll get them. But you have to buy something, too."
"Uh, gee, Teen, I don't know.” Macy looked skeptically over the rest of the items on the counter. She glanced at the old woman sitting up front and said quietly, “I don't really see anything that's my style."
"Keep looking.” Tina wandered through the small store and stopped when she got to the back, where a half-drawn curtain attempted to close off the storage room. “Oh Macy, look.” She marched into the back room and grabbed a blue bottle off a table.
Macy followed her to the back room and whispered harshly, “What are you doing?"
"This is so cool!” Tina held up the bottle. “Very retro."
"Totally,” Macy agreed, secretly admiring the bottle. It was cornflower blue with silver accents, and reminded her of a genie bottle from the days of Aladdin.
"It looks like Jeannie's bottle from the TV show!” Tina waved it at her. “I loved that show. I have to get this."
"Ezz not for sale.” The woman from the front counter appeared in the doorway to the storage area. “You not allowed back here. Out! Out!"
"I'm sorry.” Tina turned on the charm, and Macy smiled. Her friend was a public relations agent for a very big company in Chicago. If anyone could talk the old woman out of the bottle, Tina Brewster was the woman for the job. “I spotted this beautiful bottle here on the counter, and it just called to me. You have such lovely things in your shop. I'm having trouble deciding what to buy!"
"Ezz not for sale,” she repeated and reached for the bottle.
Tina smiled and held it just out of reach. “Madame Zena ... you are Madame Zena, aren't you?” The woman nodded, and Tina continued, “I have a real love for things from this era. I'm sure we can agree on a price that will make both of us quite happy."
Madame Zena looked in Tina's eyes and then seemed to study the bottle in her hands. After a moment, she looked back up at Tina and shook her head. “Ezz not for sale.” She reached for the bottle, but Tina jerked it backwards.
"Tina,” Macy said, embarrassed. Persistence was one thing, but sometimes too much could be foolish. “She doesn't want to sell the bottle. Let's get the earrings and go."
Tina smiled through gritted teeth and said, “But I want it."
Macy gritted her teeth and smiled right back. “You're acting like a spoiled brat. Put the stupid bottle down, and let's go."
She reached for the bottle, and it practically jumped into her hands.
"What the hell?” Macy held on firmly with both hands until the bottle stopped shaking. “That was bizarre."
"What?” Tina asked, irritated. She obviously hadn't noticed the shaking that Macy felt.
Perhaps it was all in her mind. Macy gave the bottle a little shake, and it shook back at her. She glanced up at Tina, who seemed oblivious to anything unusual.
"Ah ha.” Madame Zena smiled widely, exposing several missing teeth and a chaw of chewing tobacco. She nodded and winked at Macy. “For you, twenty dollars."
"For her, twenty dollars?” Tina screeched. “You'll sell it to her but not me?"
The old woman closed her eyes and shrugged.
Tina looked at Macy and smiled, nodding her head quickly. “Buy it."
Macy looked at the bottle thoughtfully, wondering exactly what was inside.
Tina nudged her. “Come on."
"Okay,” Macy agreed and pulled a twenty from her purse. She handed it to the old woman who took it and grabbed Macy's hand.
"For you, right? No one but you."
"Yeah, sure.” Macy nodded nervously.
Madame Zena squeezed her hand until it hurt. “Promise me, no one but you."
Macy and the old woman exchanged glances, and the bottle twitched again. “Sure, of course, I promise,” Macy finally said, and Zena released her hand.
Tina marched smugly to the front and paid for her earrings. Madame
Zena wrapped both of their purchases and maintained eye contact with Macy until she and Tina left the store. They headed down the sidewalk, and Macy felt glad to be out in bright daylight again.
"One weird chick.” Tina tossed her hair over her shoulder again. “Let me have the bottle.” She reached for Macy's package.
"Um, I don't think so, Teen. I think I want to hold on to it for a bit."
"What?” Tina stopped walking and stared at her. “Are you letting that batty old broad freak you out? She had it in for me, for some reason. Doesn't like brunettes or whatever. But I want that bottle."
Macy chuckled and tugged at her blonde ponytail absently. “I know you do, but I bought it, and I want to hang on to it for a while. If I decide it doesn't fit in at my place, you'll be the first to know."
Tina pouted for a moment until a good-looking guy in a silver BMW cruised past them slowly. She made eye contact with him and licked her lips, laughing when he swerved to miss a parked car.
"You're terrible.” Macy stopped at her own little Toyota and inserted her key to unlock the door.
"Some guys are too easy.” Tina chuckled and pointed a finger at Macy. “Think about the bottle. You know how great it would look at my place."
"I'll think about it, I promise. See you later."
"Call me tomorrow.” Tina waved and stepped over to her own jazzy little sports car. She was in it and driving off before Macy even got her seatbelt fastened.
Macy sighed as her car chugged and sputtered before the engine turned over. She bet Tina never prayed for her car to start when she turned her key. Tina had been luckier in life than Macy, and while they were friends, they weren't exactly on the same level. Macy worked as a secretary at the P.R. firm where Tina shined, and while secretaries made comfortable salaries, Macy's barely covered the rent and expenses of her a-bit-too-lavish lifestyle. Her wardrobe chewed up a good chunk of her take-home pay, but she justified that easily: working at a high class firm required dressing a certain way. Macy did her best to keep up. She couldn't afford a new car, so she prayed every time she turned the key.
She made it home and parked on the street below her window as she always did. Macy lifted her package gently and hurried up the two flights of stairs to her apartment. She unlocked the door and locked it again quickly behind her, setting her purse down and holding the package in front of her. She unwrapped it gently, pulling the pretty blue bottle out and staring at the object.
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