Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

16

The dirt sprays into my face, stinging my eyes, going up my nose and making me cough. By the time I have cleared my vision, the car is long gone, I can't even hear the engine. Lars has sped off at top speed, and his car can cover a lot of distance in a short amount of time. I stare down the road for long minutes, straining my ears to listen for the sound of the engine. Lars wouldn't just leave me out here... would he?

I look around to gauge my surroundings. Grassy hills, mountains in the distance, a long dirt road in front of me, which I know will intersect with a winding cliff road less than a mile back the way we came, but I also know that cliff road has no shoulder, and no buildings on it.

I look down the road again, expecting to see a bright blue sports car pop up at any moment. There is nothing but silence. A chill wind blows my dress against my legs and I shiver. It's late Summer here, with Fall on the horizon, so while the sun is warm, the breeze is cold. I look down at my short shift dress, thin material, stained with dirt, grass, vomit, and tears. It barely covers my ass. Lars is not going to want me to sit in his beautiful new car when he comes back for me.

If  he comes back for me...

What am I saying? Of course he's coming back for me! You can't just abandon a person on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, like a stray dog.

His face though, it was so serious, so calm, delivering that parting blow, 'I can't have children'.

Why had he never mentioned that before? What if I had wanted to start a family one day? Would he wait until then to tell me he can't? After I had invested years into a relationship with him? How does he even know that he can't have children? Did he try before, once, with someone else?

These questions swirl in my brain while I wait in the middle of the dirt road for him to come back. My feet hurt, I've been standing here so long. My shoes are strappy with spiked heels, not good for walking on rough terrain. I look for somewhere to sit on the side of the road, far enough away from my puke that I won't have to smell it.

I'm so tired. All of that emotion took a lot of energy, as did my sudden bout of illness. I was already worn out by Moby and Sonni the day before. They had taken my request for many orgasms quite seriously, playing with my body for hours until I begged them to stop. They had both edged for the duration, so when they finally blew their loads, I was dripping with cum all over my face and chest.

I'm thirsty too, my mouth tastes awful, acid puke. I really need to rinse my mouth out, but I have no water. The only water I know of is 100 feet down a sheer cliff. I look around my surroundings again, aimlessly, my foot tapping anxiously. Why is it taking so long for Lars to come back? A gust of wind whispers through the grass behind me, the only sound apart from my heartbeat. I feel truly alone. My purse is gone. It has my phone, my money, my ID. I feel naked. Worse than if I took my dress off right here and now.

I start to think he's NOT coming back. I don't know precisely how long I've been waiting, but the sun has shifted it's position in the sky. My chest cramps up, like a heavy weight has been tossed onto me, and I have to hug myself, to hold myself together. Rocking back and forth only helps a little.

Softer than the whisper of the wind, in the back of my brain, a little hum starts to become noticeable. Focusing on that helps relieve some of the pressure on my chest. As I concentrate, it gradually grows louder, a soothing lullaby type of a song. I can sit up again, without having to cramp over. The grass feels soft underneath my hands, and I pick a piece of it to chew on, which helps reduce the acid taste in my mouth.

"What a good idea, thank you!" I praise the invisible singer.

Suddenly I have the impulse to take off my shoes, and set my feet into the grass. It feels amazing! The song amplifies in my head, and I feel... connected. I'm not alone! I am surrounded by millions of life forms, everywhere I look, plants and insects as far as the eye can see. I almost laugh at the absurdity of how afraid I was, mere moments ago.