Astral Lovers

CHAPTER 6



WARNING

This chapter contains detailed self-erotic scenes.
If you are not comfortable with this topic do not read.

Lily POV

When I open my eyes I only see the ceiling of my bedroom.
A tear escapes from my eyes.
I lie down staring at nothing for I don't know how long.
My gaze wanders without a fixed goal.
Only afterwards I realize that I am wearing the clothes of the previous evening.
When I went up to my room last night, I threw myself directly on the bed.
Too busy with events to even have the strength to think about taking a shower and putting on a pajamas.
Last night...
I sigh.
I sit up bringing my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms around them where I rest my left cheek.
I am facing the window.
It is still dark outside.
The clock on the wall strikes 4:10 AM.
My mind immediately flies to the dinner with my father.
It all seems so absurd.
I didn't think he really missed mom, they only fight in the end.
And then there was that secret.
What I never had the courage to reveal to my parents.
Dad had prepared the divorce papers.
I had found them one day, by pure chance.
My mom was already ill, we had been diagnosed for about a week.
At the hospital we were asked for insurance documents, for health coverage.
So, after I got home from school, I took a shower and started looking for those documents.
I didn't want to waste my father's time so he could go straight from the office to the hospital without the hassle of having to go home and waste more time.
Wasting more time that he could have spent with her.
I thought I was doing both of them a favor.
He seemed to be getting closer to her, they seemed to be the close-knit couple of when I was little.
And instead I was wrong.
I rummaged through mom's drawers but found nothing.
But then I remembered that dad kept all the bookkeeping in his office.
So I ran downstairs and went into his study.
His Sancta Sanctorum.
Behind a double door, of heavy mahogany, was a huge room.
Full of shelves, almost to the ceiling, and filled with hundreds of books.
In the center of the room is his carved desk from the end of the 19th century.
My father's great pride.
I found it creepy.
Made of boise de rose, with the four legs carved with intricate weaves of ivy and here and there a few faces of cherubs.
But they had nothing of angelic.
They have fixed and empty gazes.
As if they saw through time and space, hiding disturbing secrets.
I open the various drawers and start looking.
I can't find anything until I find a file in the bottom drawer.
I opened it because it didn't show any details externally.
Maybe luck was on my side and I would find what I was looking for.
Instead...
I read it all greedily.
I remember having to sit on the ground, my head spinning and I was nauseous.
I couldn't believe it.
He wanted a divorce.
He was at her bedside pretending to be desperate and instead he would come out clean.
Why does he raise a fuss about the beautiful person of him asking for a divorce?Eventually he would be a widower.
He would be the poor grief-stricken man left to raise a troubled teenage daughter.
Eventually she would die.
I wanted to throw up.
But I took the hit and put on a mask.
I pretended nothing happened.
Although outside I seemed the portrait of the peace of mind, inside me I screamed and burned.
I had hell in my heart and soul.
That was the moment I began to hate that man.
I cross my legs and hide my face in the palms of my hands.
But now, after our heart-to-heart chat, I could have given him the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe with mom's illness he realized that deep down they still loved each other and that they were just lost along the way.
That together he could face everything, maybe even defeat cancer.
I take another look at the clock.
It's 4:30 AM.
I decide to get up and take a shower, at 6 I should have been at work.
I get up with a sigh and go to the bathroom.
In front of the mirror I begin to undress.
I open the first buttons of the shirt but then I remember to take off the necklace and earrings first.
I tilt my head slightly so that through the mirror I can see the hook of the earring and remove it.
Removed the first I go for the second.
But I make a horrible discovery.
The earring is not there.
No.
No.
No no no.
It can not be.
I run back to my room, taking care not to make any noise, and begin to search.
I check on the bed, take off the sheets and blankets and throw them on the floor.
Turned my desk and jewelry box upside down.
I kneel on the floor, feeling it inch by inch with both hands.
Nothing, I can't find it.
I go down to the kitchen hoping that I have lost it there.
I leave my room and go down the stairs without even touching the ground.
My eyes becomes wet, I can feel it but I push back the tears.
Mu chest hurts so bad.
"Please.Please jump out.Please" I murmur under my breath.
"Hey what are you doing?Do you know what time it is?"
I don't even turn around.
I limit myself only to responding on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
"The earring.I lost my earring."
My father doesn't seem to understand so he goes around me to parry him in front of me.
"What are you talking about Elisabeth?"
"Don't call me Elisabeth!" I explode.
"Mom's earrings.Her favorites.I only had one in my ear this morning"
Tears break their bank.
"Maybe you lost it from Jhon.Or on the street"
"You don't help, dad!"
"I'm just saying you need to calm down.It will come out"
"What if it doesn't?I know this will look stupid to you but they were her favorites.She loved them.Me too.She gave them to me when she was on that damn hospital bed.It was her last gesture of love for me"
I'm sobbing now.
My father comes over and puts his hand on my shoulder.
I'm tempted to shake him off but I hold back.
"As I have already told you I am convinced that it will come out.Now prepare yourself otherwise you will be late for work" and so saying he takes his newspaper, his coffee and leaves the house.
"I'm sure it will come out"
I imitate his voice.
"Dumbass!"
With a heavy heart as a boulder I go back to the bathroom.
I finish undressing and throw myself under the boiling water.
In contact with water, my skin releases a fragrance that teases my mind.
Sandalwood and bergamot.
Steve's bubble bath.
How the hell is that possible?
God I feel my head explode.
I begin to cry even harder.
The shower washes away the tears which are promptly replaced by the others.
For a moment with the earring drama I had forgotten about Steve.
And now him had surfaced.
As if a bomb had gone off in my head.
Like a punch in the stomach.
I do not know what to do.
I'm tired.
Mentally tired.
What if I'm just going crazy?
But what if my brain had something wrong?
I shake my head leaving everything out and try to prepare myself in time so as not to be fired.
I retrace the road from the previous evening with my eyes glued to the asphalt.
With the hope of seeing my little earring shine.
A simple butterfly with wings studded with aquamarines.
Blue like his eyes.
That's enough.
I need to stop.
I arrive at the bar more disconsolate than ever.
I ask Jhon if he has seen it by chance but he replies in the negative.
But soon after he notices that I'm quite upset so he promises me that he would keep his eyes open and that he would ask the cleaning company if they noticed anything during their shift.
"Thanks Jhon.It would mean a lot to me"
"It's ok Lily, don't worry" he replies.
He may seem like a gruff and crazy type but he is absolutely not like that.
The classic appearance deceives.
6 feet tall, weighing almost 100kg, with both arms totally tattooed and long red hair.
I cannot deny that at first glance he incurs a certain fear.
But if you get to know him well he is a good and kind man.
Dedicated to his work and family.
His wife Mary and the twins Cassidy and Kayla.
I start with my job and fortunately it is Monday.
This means it will be a calm morning.
Just a few regular customers.
So I get lost in my thoughts.
Tonight's dream was incredible.
Starting with how Steve saved me from those three men to how he looked at me once we got to his house.
How he lingered on my wet blouse.
I remember having to squeeze my legs together, looking for a relief that would never come.
Not by the hand of him at least.
And the work shift passes like this, between memories and worries.
At the end of the shift, my head is full of too many images that only destabilize me more and more.
Mostly they are thoughts that portray me and Steve possibly naked.
And then still too many thoughts.
Too many questions.
No answers.
I run home.
After spending all day fantasizing about what might have happened if I didn't break the kiss.
I can't wait to take a cold shower and go to sleep.
I lie down on the bed still wet from the shower, wrapped in my soft bathrobe.
My mind now flies.
I go back to imagining Steve's tongue that sweet but firm enters my mouth.
My mouth that responds immediately by moving following his pace.
My hands that go down to the bottom hem of his shirt and then slip them underneath. My hands touching defined and tense muscles due to increasing excitement.
His hands move from my face to caress my breasts through the fabric of the t-shirts.
A moan leaves my lips as his mouth descends on my jaw and then leaves a trail of fire along my neck.
I feel his tongue lick the portion of skin between the neck and the collarbone.
Then go up to the ear, then bite it and whisper "Will you be a goodgirl for me tonight?"
I moan even louder.
And I also moan in reality.
I remove the edges of the bathrobe and begin to caress the inside of my thigh with the tips of my fingers.
Slowly I touch along my fold, already hot and wet.
I do up and down with my finger.
I bite my lip.
I guess Steve is doing it.
His fingers.
Carefully I push a finger into my center.
I shiver.
I begin to move it slowly, in and out.
Steve's eyes the only thing I see in front of me.
I insert a second finger and arch my back.
The bathrobe slips uncovering a breast, I grab it with my free hand and tickle the nipple.
Then I drop the hand until with the tips of my fingers I touch the clit.
I caress it and then pinch it.
I instinctively spread my legs even more.
Then I start massaging it, drawing circles with my fingertips while the other hand works from the inside.
Tapping every possible point until I find the right one.
I imagine Steve's face focused on giving me pleasure.
His eyes full of lust as he licks his fingers imbued with my sex moisture in a slow and excruciating way.
An orgasm overwhelms me.
Unexpectedly strong.
I try to catch my breath.
I turn on my side.
I don't believe what I just did.
At this rate, I will never get out of this situation.
And I honestly don't even know if I want to.
Satisfied, I fall asleep with a hint of a smile on my lips.