Captain Nowhere (Part 3) (536 hits)
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Submitted by Yes (View user info) at 2005-06-10 17:57:00 EDT
Captain Nowhere (Part 3)
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/68067
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/68145
When we reached the next tent, there was no bed in it. Cushions and pillows were strewn about the floor, and the enclosure smelled faintly of incense. There was a meal for two set between two of the cushions, and I just sort of stared at all of it. This wasn't right.
"It's nicer this way, don't you think?" she asked softly. "Arabian."
I shrugged. "Yeah, sure," I answered distractedly. I was trying to put all my desire aside and get everything into perspective. I was with a girl who shouldn't exist, and we were heading for a place that shouldn't exist, and she'd already bewitched me with her body. I wasn't sure, but I thought I should be more intelligent and prepared than this.
She sighed and stretched with a small twist, and popped her spine. She gave a shiver of pleasure and grinned before stretching again. "You don't mind me staying here with you, do you?" she asked softly.
I shook my head and told myself again that I needed to regain control of the situation before things were too far gone for me to have a say in them. "I, uh... I don't know—why won't you tell me your name?"
"Why won't you tell me yours?" she shot back.
"I don't have one," I shrugged. "I never needed one before."
"Maybe I'm the same way."
"Well... shouldn't I give you a name?" I asked.
"Why should you be the one to do the naming?" she asked disdainfully. It made me smile.
"I don't know... It just makes more sense that way."
"You know, I don't think you're as big a believer in things that make sense as you'd like me to think," she told me, cocking her eyebrow.
I shrugged and sat down on one of the cushions.
"I'm going to undress," she told me. "Don't look if you'll be offended."
"Okay," I answered and took one of the stuffed grape leaves. God, I didn't remember them being so good before. But they had been, hadn't they? In the end, I did end up watching her. She bent over and slid her panties slowly down her shapely legs, and when she pulled her dress off, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her nakedness. She turned and smiled over her shoulder as she tossed her dress into the corner. And when she bent over to take off her shoes, it afforded an unobstructed view of her sex. She pumped her hips slowly, and all the saliva seemed to evaporate from my mouth. I shook my head to clear it, but that didn't seem to help at all.
"I think there's a lot of things you'd like me to believe that aren't really so," the girl said under her breath as she tossed her shoes aside.
"What?"
"Nothing," she answered innocuously and sat down across from me.
She was perfect. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, and her curves were full and smooth. I kept my attention focused on her eyes, and I noticed again that as I watched them, they slowly changed color, ranging through the visible spectrum, and beyond.
"What's wrong?" she asked wickedly. "Never seen a naked girl before?"
"I... of course I have," I answered.
"Where?" she asked innocently. "I thought you said there was no such thing as people." She absently cupped one of her breasts and pinched the nipple as she took a short, sharp breath. I immediately started coughing hard—she'd taken me completely by surprise.
"On the, uh... on my boat, I had, um... I had... books?"
"Books?" she asked with that same sinful smile. "So then you've never actually seen a naked girl—in real life, I mean."
I frowned. I knew I had, but that didn't make any sense, and I didn't like the direction the conversation was taking. I shook my head. "That isn't important," I answered.
"Isn't it?"
"No," I answered firmly. My eyes drifted down to her breasts again, and she pinched the other nipple, making it grow as hard as the first.
She shifted a little uncomfortably in her seat. "Well, can you... think of anything you'd like to do before we go to bed?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked defensively.
She frowned. "You don't have to get defensive—I'm not going to hurt you."
"I'm not getting defensive," I answered tersely. "I just don't know what you mean."
"I mean," she answered, "do you want to fuck. Was that in any of your books?"
"What do you want from me?" I asked. "Why are you here?"
"You tell me," she answered a little angrily. "You know what I think?"
"No."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, do you want to?"
"Probably not, but I bet you'll tell me anyway."
"What a prick," she commented under her breath.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. I'll tell you what I think. I think you're desperately lonely."
I laughed hard, and it seemed to surprise her. "What are you laughing at?" she asked.
"Now, why would I be lonely?" I asked. "I mean, really. That's ridiculous."
"You don't have to laugh at me," she answered reproachfully.
"Well, I'm sorry," I answered. "But you caught me by surprise. Why should I be lonely? Everything is perfect here."
"The storm wasn't perfect. You didn't like that at all, did you?"
"..."
"It's been a long time since someone had a chance to contradict you, hasn't it?" she asked, enjoying herself immensely.
"You don't listen very well," I told her. "No one has ever contradicted me. There's no such thing as people, so there's no such thing as conversation either."
"So what is it we're doing right now?" she asked.
"Sparring verbally," I answered. "You keep trying to get at me, and it's not working, and it frustrates you."
"No, you're wrong," she answered harshly. I loved the tone that her voice took. It was hard edged and strong, and it made my heart beat a little faster. "What frustrates me is the fact that you're so fucking obtuse. You think that your word is law, and that's it. You don't know anything—you don't know anything at all."
"Now you're getting flustered," I answered with a little smile.
"No I'm not, I'm getting exasperated!" she exclaimed. "Don't tell me how I feel—you've got no right. You won't even begin to consider for a moment that all the inconsitancies mean that maybe you don't know as much as you think you do. Fuck you, okay? You don't know dick."
"Look, if you're trying to make me angry, it's not going to work. I don't know why I'm right; I just am. I don't have to explain myself to you—who are you, anyway?"
"Maybe you should think about that," she answered. "Who am I, anyway?"
"Honey, you're not making any sense," I said softly and reached out to touch her arm.
"Don't touch me."
"Why not?"
She was silent for a long time. "Do you want to hold me while I sleep?" she asked finally.
"Yes," I answered firmly. "Yes I do." I'd never wanted anything more.
She moved the cushions around until she got them exactly the way she wanted them, and then she curled up comfortably. I lay down next to her and we looked each other in the eye for a long time, not saying anything. I reached out and ran one hand down her side. She trembled with the touch and sucked in a sharp breath. "Tell me you love me," she whispered earnestly.
"No," I answered.
Abruptly, she turned over and faced away from me, but she didn't move my arm.
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, she was already awake, lying there on her side. My arm was draped carelessly across her hip and my hand rested in the cushion as I pressed my face into the back of her neck. I hadn't been lonely on the Empty Sea, but I had to admit that there was something to be said for being able to smell this girl's body and feel the warmth of her skin against my lips. We lay there like that for a long time until, without speaking, she lifted her left leg slightly and moved my hand to her center.
As I stroked her, she sucked in a quick breath and moaned. I found her clitoris without any trouble, and soon, she thrust her hips rhythmically against me and cried out.
She lay there for a moment and then turned over. She reached out and touched my shoulder tenderly as she searched my face. "You should listen to the things I say," she whispered earnestly. "I don't just talk for the fun of it."
"...What do you want me to say?" I asked.
"That you need me."
"I don't need anyone. I never have."
"I know you believe that," she answered and reached down to wrap her hand around me, "but if I believed it, then I wouldn't be here at all."
When I felt her mouth on me, I gasped, and the world fell away, and there was nothing left but her.
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Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2005-06-15 13:03:43 EDT (#)
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Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/68067
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/68145
Part 3: http://www.ubersite.com/m/68277
Part 4: http://www.ubersite.com/m/68439
Part 5: http://www.ubersite.com/m/68502
part 6: http://www.ubersite.com/m/68598
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-06-14 11:17:39 EDT (#)
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tittilating
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-06-13 16:55:27 EDT (#)
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Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2005-06-13 16:21:58 EDT (#)
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Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2005-06-11 14:32:06 EDT (#)
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+2 because it was my birthday yesterday
Submitted by SkyLaR (user info) at 2005-06-11 14:00:06 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-06-10 21:34:20 EDT (#)
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Goddamnit people.
Read this!
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-06-10 20:11:21 EDT (#)
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Phinch is disturbingly correct.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-06-10 18:51:35 EDT (#)
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YEAH!!!
I am a prophet!
I love the verbal interraction between them, hell, all the interraction is good.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-06-10 18:24:42 EDT (#)
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way cool!
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2005-06-10 18:09:49 EDT (#)
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you know, I think you could write religons. I'm talking full on mythical histories that people could really get into. Yesism.