A tongue circled her areola and then a finger flickered against her opposite nipple. A mouth took her small breast into it and suckled it until it stood proud and firm, inches taller. Opening her eyes, she smiled. Quentin had joined in the game.
"I thought you were dead,” she said, chuckling.
"I did die. And went to heaven. But now I'm back.” His kisses glided across her pebbled peaks and drifted southward. He paused.
"Do you mind if I sample my lady as an appetizer?"
"Please do.” Val removed his hand and Shelby sighed with regret, until Quentin began to devour her with his teeth and tongue. He maneuvered her until she lay flat against the couch. She rocked her pelvis upward, rubbing her sensitive nub against the exquisite stimulation, cradling his head as she held on for dear life.
"Oh, yes, yes! Fuck me with your tongue. Harder—harder!” Melynda's voice reverberated in her ears close by. She lay across the extra long sofa head-to-head with her cousin, their lovers each tasting their juices with obvious gusto. Grinning, Shelby tilted her head backward to catch a peek of the other couple's activities. Val knew how to use her mouth every bit as well as Melynda.
Quentin took his cue from the others. He squeezed Shelby's buttocks tight and plunged his tongue into her cunt. She squealed and bucked against him. Her pussy muscles trembled as waves of orgasms crashed over her. Soon the two cousins shrieked a duet of delight, delicious sensations overwhelming their scrambled brains with dizzying arrays of colors and explosions. As the echoes of their cries faded away, they sighed and fell into a light doze.
"I don't know about you, but all that screaming sounded like a blatant invitation to fuck them senseless,” Quentin said matter-of-factly.
"I agree,” Val replied, a hint of mischief tinting his response. “Shall we switch things up to add to their fun?"
Shelby felt a shiver of bliss tingle up her spine as Quentin gave a low, throaty chuckle. “Why not? I'd love to fuck your gorgeous woman if she's agreeable. I know mine wants a go at that ten-inch long cock of yours. She practically drooled to death when you slipped out of your jeans. I'd hate to disappoint her."
Before Shelby could open her eyes or voice a protest, she felt her labia stretching to accommodate Val's massive hard on. “Oh, my ... heavens, yes!"
The pleasure-pain made her juices flow. She tilted her hips to allow him deeper penetration. At this moment, she didn't care that Val belonged to her dear cousin—she only wanted his huge cock filling her cunt. She wanted him to ram himself repeatedly until she became hoarse from shouting.
She flung her arms over her head, grasping her cousin's arms at the elbow as the thrusts came hard and fast. From the vibrations and groaning she knew Mel was experiencing one of the best fucks of her life, too.
"Harder, fuck me harder!” Mel moaned. “Show me how time travelers make a girl feel like she's flying."
"Women from this century know how to express their desires succinctly,” Quentin said between obliging thrusts.
"Please don't stop, Val.” Shelby whimpered as he momentarily slowed his pace. “Good grief! What's with your teeth?"
Val bared what appeared to be fangs as he corkscrewed his hips, slowly winding himself tighter into her pussy. She gasped and blinked her eyes several times. She had to be imagining this, right?
"Do you mind if I enjoy a short drink of you before dinner, my dear?” he asked.
A hickey? Shelby felt game at this point, knowing she'd come the second he bit her. “As long as Quentin and Mel say it's okay, I'm cool."
Melynda's moans indicated her orgasm wasn't far off, either. “Oh, yes, yes! Pound it harder. Faster, Quent, faster."
"That's a yes for both of us,” Quentin replied, quickening his strokes.
"Val, please?” Shelby pleaded. His slow screwing kept her dangling on the brink of completion. “Bite me now."
The sharp pain of his teeth's penetration on her neck dulled into a glorious warming as Shelby felt strong orgasmic tremors begin not from her cunt alone, but from every fiber of her being. She screamed, delirious with ecstasy, fire scorching through her veins, his taking from her and filling her with his seed simultaneously bringing her to the brink and over again.
Damn! Melynda was one lucky woman!
Squirming, writhing, thrashing about, Shelby held onto her cousin's arms as she likewise danced about the sofa. Crimson colors flashed before her eyes. She grew more and more lightheaded as blissful tingles filled every portion of her body and lifted her soul above the very plane of existence itself ... A symphony of shouts, cries and groans harmonized as one voice as all met their mutual satisfaction.
What seemed like hours later Shelby came crashing back to earth and realized where she was. She lay cradled in Val's arms with Quentin's hand reaching out to rest lightly on her breast, her hands stretched above her head caressing her cousin's flushed cheeks. A high-pitched whine broke through the fuzz that clouded her senses.
"I think that's the oven buzzer,” Melynda mumbled. “Time to eat. Dinner, that is."
Chapter Six
"Where did you park your time machine?"
Quentin turned and looked at her as if she had asked him the most stupid question in the universe. “Excuse me?"
Standing in the small backyard of her brownstone, Shelby placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at his know-it-all smirk. “Come off it. There's gotta be some big, honkin’ spaceship parked around here. How could you have traveled through time without one?"
"Time isn't exactly the same as space. It's a dimension all its own. There's no need for a spaceship or self-contained vessel of any kind."
"Then why are we standing in my backyard looking up at the sky?"
He smiled. “Because it's a beautiful night and you look lovely in the moonlight?"
"Oh you!"
She felt like belting him one for getting her hopes up. After making their “long farewell” to Mel and Val, turning over her important papers to her able employees, calling her parents to tell them she was going away for a long rest, Quentin couldn't even materialize a phone booth or a time tunnel or something equally flashy. Men! All talk, no action sometimes.
"The Doctor has the TARDIS in Doctor Who. Bill and Ted had a phone booth and George Carlin as their guide in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. And Mr. Spock from Star Trek had to calculate the coordinates to fling the Enterprise around the sun so they could travel in time. Are you telling me time travel is not all that complicated?"
"No, it isn't. But it's easier to unravel a time thread away from brick walls and tall buildings; hence we're standing in your backyard. It's a fairly quiet neighborhood I take it?"
She nodded. “You're saying this isn't a quiet procedure?"
"It is, but the after effects sometimes make dogs bark for hours."
"After effects?"
Before Shelby could finish her sentence, Quentin had reached into his pocket and pulled out the key chain he'd misplaced earlier. The moon's silvery light skipped across its smooth, platinum surface. How could a device the size of a standard business card do anything? Lifting it above his head he clicked on a small recessed button. Nothing happened.
"You check your batteries lately?” She threw her hands up in frustration. “What a pile of bull! That's nothing but a garage door opener, is it?"
"It's a door opener of sorts. Yes, that's a fairly accurate description."
"Give it up, Quentin. I'm dumb enough to fall for the time travel bit, and this is my reward—standing outside in the dark with a sexy lunatic holding a garage door opener."
He frowned. “Give it a few minutes. You'll see."
Shelby squinted up into the night sky. Nothing. Everything seemed in its proper place. The stars, the pinkish glow on the horizon, the plaid cloud forming above their heads...
"Oh ... That's the fabric of time, isn't it?"
"Very good.” He kissed her cheek. “I keep forgetting that you are a Chosen One. All this will be as effortless as skydiv
ing off Mt. Everest for you."
The rainbow of stripes and lines and patterns broadened slowly like a quilt unrolling across the firmament. “Skydiving off of Everest? Quentin, what you described isn't exactly child's play."
"Isn't it?” He detached one of the odd shaped “keys” from the ring and tossed it into the grass at their feet then pressed yet another button on the key chain. “It's time to climb on board.” The oval shaped object began to expand. Two inches long, a foot long, three feet long, six feet long...
"There.” Quentin stepped on the board and motioned for her to do the same. It stabilized at approximately ten feet long and two feet in diameter and looked completely unremarkable in every way, in spite of its glossy, electric yellow-green surface.
"A surfboard?” Shelby couldn't hide the incredulity in her voice.
"More or less.” He grinned at her, then took her hands and wrapped them about his waist. “Come up behind me and hold tight like you're riding a ... motorcycle, is it? I don't want you to topple over when we hit the big time waves."
"You really are a surfer dude.” She laughed. “I guess your clothing choice makes sense now."
"I admit it—I'm into retro fashion.” He checked his wristwatch gadget and looked ahead at the growing patch of brilliant lights and swirling, twining colors. “Get ready. We're about to launch."
"Launch? Where to? You never told me where—or when—we were going."
He chuckled. “I want to surprise you. Remember this is your vacation. You need a little relaxation. Our first stop will be very relaxing. I promise."
"I certainly hope so.” She sighed and hugged him tight. “The suspense is killing me."
Quentin re-checked his timepiece and bent his knees ever so slightly. “Five, four, three, two, one—we're history!"
Suddenly Shelby understood exactly what it must feel like to be a cockroach caught up in a vacuum cleaner. The dazzle of stars in the black night sky far from the city, the roar of a storm-tossed ocean, the scents of a thousand roses, the taste of a rich caramel-hot-fudge turtle cheesecake, the warm caress of a million mink gloves—nothing came close to the sensory overload that encompassed her puny brain as Quentin guided the board along an open current of time.
What's happening? She thought she had said the words out loud, yet she only heard them in her mind. The flashing mixtures of lights and colors bathed them in an eerie, unearthly glow. It was a funhouse gone completely insane.
And then it hit her: Neither one of them was breathing!
Hang onto me, Shelby. It gets bumpier in a moment.
We're going to suffocate! There's no air here. How can we breathe? Panic threatened to overwhelm her.
Don't worry, we can. Trust me. And we don't have to breathe because we don't exist in time or space when we're traveling inter-dimensionally. I'll explain it to you later when you're calmer.
The anxiety attack subsided. Shelby unsuccessfully tried to make a huffing sound. Some things didn't travel telepathically she guessed. Yeah, well, okay then, as long as you explain it fully to me—and I do mean in excruciating detail.
She thought she heard him chuckle, but then the clanging throb of a Big Ben sized clock started to reverberate through her head.
Oh, the noise! What the hell is it?
Time to wash ashore. The time thread has played out and the current can only take us so far. This is the bumpy part.
She tightened her grip until she felt like she would cut Quentin in half by squeezing him. He turned and smiled at her.
Good girl. Don't worry. You can't knock the breath out of me here. Here it goes...
Shelby could have sworn the earthquake began somewhere inside her left temple. The vibrations, although not entirely unpleasant, began to build and strengthen until her whole frame felt like one quivering stack of Jell-O cubes. She closed her eyes tightly, but nothing could stop the ringing in her ears or the numbness she felt in her extremities.
One more current to cross and we'll be through the barrier.
Quentin crouched on the board and she did likewise, wrapping her arms ever tighter around his waist. It felt like they were coming down the top of a very long, very high rollercoaster hill. She wondered what would meet them on the other side.
Are we going to crash?
Why? You want to? I thought I'd go easier on you, since this was your first time.
Lights flashing, colors swirling, the vacuum-like effect sucked them out of the time vortex and deposited them safely onto what appeared to be a beach.
"We made it,” Quentin announced. “You can let go of me now. I do have to breathe once we're back in the time line."
Shelby slowly stood and released her aching arms. “Sorry.” She scanned the horizon. An emerald green sea gently splashed against a white sand beach rimmed with what appeared to be towering ferns. “We're still on earth?"
"Yes, we're a few years in the past—and a few more time threads away from the former employers bent on lopping off my head."
He hopped off the board and motioned for her to do likewise. He pressed the button on the key chain and it began to shrink until it was key-sized again. He retrieved the miniaturized board and slipped it back on the ring.
Shelby stretched her arms over her head. “Magical surfboard, huh?"
"Actually it's not. The ‘magic’ is all in the key fob device. I just enjoy standing on something while maneuvering through the time eddies and waves. Fun wasn't it?"
"In a motion sickness sort of way, yeah.” Shelby reached down to work the kink from her back and decided to remove her running shoes and footies. The sand felt warm and silky running through her toes. “Hmm, that feels better. “Where are we exactly and when?"
"We're not too far off the beaten track here.” Quentin checked his wristwatch device and tapped on a few buttons, frowning. “What? That's close enough I guess. According to this, we're in western Mexico."
"You mean that's the Pacific? Is this Acapulco? Where are all the tourists?"
He laughed and took her by the hand. “Tourists?” He kicked off his sandals and they began to amble across the velvety smooth sand. “There aren't any tourists, and there won't be any for millions of years."
Shelby halted in her tracks. “You mean we're the only humans on the planet?” He nodded. “Is there anything living here besides us?"
"The early ancestors of the dinosaurs and some types of fish, those sorts of things."
Her heart began to race. “What happens if a T. Rex decides to eat us for lunch?"
"Don't be ridiculous! T. Rex would never eat us for lunch."
"Yeah, right. He'd have us for a quick snack between meals."
"No he wouldn't. Don't let your imagination get the better of you, Shelby."
"So how can you be so sure a T. Rex won't eat us?"
Quentin shrugged and grinned at her like she was a raving lunatic. “The Tyrannosaurus Rex lived in the Cretaceous period. This is the Permian. No dinosaurs. Wrong geological period."
"Oh.” They began walking again. “So, you're saying this is a completely safe place?"
He nodded. “It's fairly safe. It's a deserted stretch of beach as far as I can tell. It's in the middle of the worldwide ocean, near the equator of the super continent. I doubt there's anything larger than a hermit crab living around here. That's why I picked it."
She felt irritated by his air of apparent self-assuredness. Didn't time travelers ever make mistakes?
"How did you pick it? How did you know this place even existed?"
He stopped and looked around them. “I didn't know it existed. I simply program the time device to put us on a time current heading toward the past and toward a remote locale. It made a suggestion, and I agreed with it and it did the rest."
"Are you saying your magical surfboard key chain device has a built in computer?"
"Computer?” He laughed. “Nothing that primitive. It's got a synthetic brain."
Shelby worried about the sanity of her companion.
He clearly wasn't the Doctor or Mr. Spock. His key chain and surfboard didn't look like it was big enough to possess any sophisticated technology. But, in all honesty, whose judgment should she question? Here she was in the middle of nowhere in both time and space depending on his knowledge and skill to keep them both alive.
"A brain? Quentin, are you saying your time travel device is a living creature?"
"Not in the usual sense, but, yes, it possesses sentience."
"I'm not even going to go there.” She threw up her hands, sighing. “As long as you think we're safe on this tropical paradise, I'm not second guessing you anymore."
She plopped down in the sand and began to scoop it up in her hands. “So beautiful and clean. Amazing how quickly people can litter up a perfectly good planet."
Quentin knelt beside her and began sifting the grains through his fingers as well. “That's why I enjoy the past. Pristine beaches and no tourist traps."
"No noise pollution, no pollution of any kind.” Shelby smiled thoughtfully. “No Joneses to keep up with, no competitors to out compete, no ex-husbands to bring you down, no one around to tell you that you can't go skinny dipping in the ocean...” She wiggled out of her jeans then stood. “Last one in has to make dinner tonight!"
She flipped her top off over her head, unhooked her bra and tossed them beside her jeans then ran down the hill toward the surf.
"Wait a minute, Shelby!” he cried. “You don't want to go too far out into the water."
"Why not? I thought you said there were no dinosaurs in this time period."
As she neared the rushing tide she paused. The blue-green water looked inviting and perfectly safe to her. She dove into the warm waters and swam a few body lengths before switching over to float on her back. She shut her eyes to the brilliant primordial sun.
Ah, paradise! Clear water and soft sandy beaches and no tourists.
A few minutes later a cloud appeared in the otherwise wide-open blue sky. The darkness seemed to grow larger and larger. A sudden chill overwhelmed her. Brr! Weird! Not wanting to open her eyes as she lay on her back and squint in the sun's brilliant reflection on the ocean surface, she flipped over and headed back toward the beach. As she drew nearer she looked up and saw Quentin rushing to the shore to meet her.
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