This choice: You Try Out Your New Powers • Go Back...Chapter #5You Try Out Your New Powers by: Mr.Y   Chapter by Zanzibar on Chyoa
Luna closes the door behind her, leaving you in your ethereal form out on the hallway. Moving forward there is only a very slight resistance as you pass through the wall beside the door frame; for half a second you can see the timber and plaster interior of the wall, and the molecules of your being seem to align with the voids between the atoms of the structure as you pass through. Then you are in Luna’s bedroom with her.
You watch as she crosses the room, glancing briefly at herself in a full length mirror set into the door of a wardrobe before scooping up a well-thumbed paperback and flopping down onto her large, soft bed.
Laid on her tummy she bends both knees, the heels of her black boots pointed to the ceiling, and hooks one foot around the other to cross her ankles. Your senses seem highly alert, you clearly hear the leather of the boots squeak as they rub together. Resting on her elbows she fiddles with her phone for a moment until music plays on a small speaker resting on the window sill, then opens the book on her pillow and begins to read.
You feel your heart thumping in your chest as you gaze upon her form. You look along the curves of her thighs, watching the muscles flex as she rocks her feet backwards and forwards. You can clearly hear the rustle of the bedsheets below her and the leather of her boots creaking with every movement. Her pleated miniskirt has ridden up a little as she flopped onto the bed and you stare for a moment at the line where it rests just below her bottom. Her back is arched and you follow the line of her spine between her skirt and her top, and her hips curve in toward her slim waist. Her black hair rests over one shoulder, showing her slender neck and firm jaw and as you watch her she lifts one hand, stroking her painted fingernails gently, absent-mindedly up and down her neck.
You’ve spent so long yearning for Luna, wishing you had the courage to ask her out, or to kiss her, or just to tell her how you felt. You have been friends for the longest time, and ever since your first meeting your heart would skip a beat when she entered a room, you would feel foolish for blushing when she looked at you, and you wished she could release you from your torment by giving you a sign of her feelings, however joyful or painful that would be. When you studied together, or when she spoke of her boyfriends, or the few times when she held your hand tenderly as you walked her home, you always wished you could know how she might react if you told her how much you loved her. Last winter – you had been shopping together and it was cold out - when you put your arm around her waist as you walked and she snuggled slightly into your shoulder was the closest you ever came to confessing. But your fear of misreading the situation and never being able to be so close to her again kept you from speaking. Instead you just enjoyed her warmth, the feel of her waist under your hand, then when the two of you parted ways you retired to your room, laid on your bed and imagined a scenario where she invited you to hang out in her room and you dared to kiss her. ‘Oh, Nick,’ she sighed, ‘I’ve wanted you to kiss me for so long.’ As you lay there masturbating you imagined her exploring your cock with her black painted lips and her firm pink tongue. When you came it was to the image of her naked, laid on her tummy, looking back at you over her shoulder, asking you to please let her feel you inside her.
Now, alone with Luna in her room you thought about using your powers to strip her naked. Perhaps enter her mind and make her more pliable so you could return to your physical form and fuck her. But you knew you couldn’t do that to her, it would be wrong. Maybe, though, you could find a way into her consciousness and search for the answers you have been yearning for.
You concentrate on your surroundings. The music playing is heavy, electronic with discordant, wailing guitars. The reverb on the drum track makes you imagine it was recorded in a castle on top of a hill under a clear moonlit sky. Below the music you can hear her breathing, hear her heart beating, her blood pumping around her body. You can feel the warmth of her pale skin and the moisture of her breath. You can feel the tingle of her fingernails stroking her neck, and feel the fabric of her clothes where they touch her skin.
You move to lay alongside her on the bed. You have no weight, no form; her warmth and the sweet, floral smell of her skin is intoxicating. You are sure that you can move through her as you did the wall, aligning your atoms perfectly with hers. You roll over on top of her, mimicking her pose but this is different. Passing through the wall you were like smoke moving through the air, but the particles making up Luna seem to be held together by some force which you can’t penetrate.
Maybe it’s your clothes? You don’t need to remove them as they don’t really exist in this form; instead you merely picture yourself naked, and you know that you are now bare. Naked on Luna’s bed with her, but unable to touch her.
Even without your clothes you still can’t break whatever shield is preventing you from moving inside her. Frustrated, you return to your position beside Luna. Perhaps moving your whole body through hers is too much yet? You reach out and touch her back just above the waistband of her skirt. You can feel nothing, but your hand cannot pass through her skin.
You withdraw, feeling guilty for touching her as she shifts on the bed. She moans softly and reaches behind her, stroking her skin exactly where your hand just rested. Intrigued, you try to stroke the back of her thigh. Again, you feel nothing but an invisible resistance. Luna uncrosses her ankles and lets her boots rest on the bed, moving her legs apart a little.
You feel a familiar tingling in your testicles and know that your cock is hard. You have imagined being naked with this girl so many times, but never like this! Waves of longing and sexual frustration wash over you and you can almost feel this energy emanating from your body. Luna suddenly rolls over in place onto her back, drawing her feet up so her knees are bent then returns to her book, holding it in one hand above her face. You foolishly worry a little about her heels damaging the bedsheets. You place a hand on a pale thigh, slowly moving it up the inside of her leg. The skin is warmer here, and so soft and smooth. Her knees part slightly and you move your hand along her inner thigh. You can feel the heat radiating from her pussy as you reach the hem of her skirt; the fabric feels coarse compared to her skin and you push it up as your fingers find her black thong.
Wait. You can feel her skin. You lifted her skirt up. How? You can still feel the silky cloth covering her soft, warm mound. Luna sighs and looks around the room. Satisfied that she is alone, she slides one hand under the waistband of her skirt and into her panties. She parts her long legs further and you can feel her fingers moving under yours. You press your hand against hers and look at her eyes, following the bold lines of her black eye makeup. You are drawn into her beautiful blue eyes and lose all sense of self. You see the room from her perspective and feel a confusing array of longing, joy, sadness, kindness, frustration, hope. And something else; an aching sense of loss.
She’s sighing softly next to you. ‘Oh yes,’ she moans quietly. ‘I’ve wanted this for so long, Nick.’   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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