As she rounded the door, into her hiding place, Shay thought she heard a rather loud thud precede her, but couldn’t imagine what it had been. The clothes she tossed into the air certainly wouldn’t have landed that heavily upon Dayle. Or she hoped. Until she had more control of her ability to move things about, it might behoove her to not play around with people.
From what Dayle was going on about, though it was quite an odd phrase, Shay knew she’d been right. Apparently the thud had something to do with Dayle, and whatever ‘bunged’ meant. The knockers part she got, and giggled to herself. Dayle’s ample ‘knockers’ undoubtedly cushioned the rest of her body against whatever possible ‘bunging’ was going on. ‘Bunging’…the more Shay thought about the word, the funnier it sounded. She could allow herself to not worry about what had happened to Dayle, as it was obvious from her lover’s words, tone, and movement, that she wasn’t injured.
Remembering Dayle’s ability, Shay knew she had next to no time to hide. It was probably only a matter of seconds before she’d be found out. When Shay saw Dayle’s back, as the woman moved toward the bathroom, Shay crept up behind her, on tiny cat feet. Throwing her arms around Dayle’s neck, pulling her back against Shay’s chest, Shay then squeezed her captive, and kissed her neck loudly.
“You called?”
Turning Dayle around in her arms, Shay’s mouth found the perky Brit’s own, and dove in. Every time Shay kissed Dayle, it was almost like having another spoonful of some delicious ambrosia. It was close to impossible to make any kiss a short, perfunctory one, unless Shay limited her kissing region to the tip of Dayle’s nose, or her ear lobe. Something about the pretty woman’s mouth, and what Shay found inside, drove her mad with wanting.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Though her eyes sparkled in mirth, Shay would have become instantly contrite had she learned otherwise.
"She's touching meeeeeeeeeee!"
Shay had made up her mind...if Dayle was able to make it all the way up to the apartment, without blowing a gasket, or snapping Shay's head...or hands off, she was going to give that lady more loving than she might know what to do with. And so far Dayle was batting a thousand.
Had Dayle been in any real danger, of embarrassment, or even possible physical pain, Shay would have ceased her teasings immediately. But thus far, aside from the one couple they'd run into coming off the elevator, and the one cleaning lady vacuuming the hallways, things around the Domicile appeared relatively quiet tonight.
Whether that was fortunate, or unfortunate for Dayle, she would be the only one who could have offered up an answer. Though it appeared to Shay, even when Dayle bit her bottom lip, or clenched her teeth together, that the woman was enjoying what Shay was doing to her body.
While they had been on the elevator, Shay decided to pick up the pace a little, wanting Dayle fully enthralled by the time they got to Shay's place. So in addition to the telekinetic agony, or bliss, depending on your bent, Shay had begun to also use her hands and fingers to stroke, probe, and caress the woman in her arms. It would have been sweet pain on her part to also have licked, and nibbled Dayle's neck and shoulders as well, but that was something Shay would need more practice at.
"Not fair? ALL's fair sweetie..." Shay loved teasing Dayle, and hoped even when things got serious between them shortly, there would still be occasional lapses of humor.
One thing Shay had practiced, probably more than anything else, was opening doors. However the one to her apartment was sticky. Instead of opening up with a key, in a knob, the Domicile entry doors were geared to fingerprints. That was something Shay had yet to figure out, so she had no choice but to stick her finger on the pad to gain entrance into her abode.
Unfortunately, once the door opened, she pushed it the rest of the way with her mind. She did not expect it to slam shut in her face, just inches from her walking through with Dayle.
"Alrighty then...more practice needed there."
Once inside, and still close to Dayle, Shay teased a strand of hair at the woman's temple.
"Wine, beer, yummy sweet stuff before bed?"
She had left everything in the car, so tonight it would be nuked blood. At the moment it was a formality...something she had to take care of, but there were bigger things on her agenda to allow her worry time about anything as insignificant tonight.
She was already moving towards the fridge for the blood, but she did look over her shoulder every few minutes or so to see how Dayle was making out.
Shay
17 years ago
Dayle
17 years ago
As Dayle turned she felt vestiges of her dampness sliding across her thighs begin heat up when Shay's mouth covered her own. "No, but you surprised me, throwing the sofa over like that."
Placing her hands on Shay's bottom, Dayle kneaded her fingers in a slow wave before trailing her right hand across the other woman's hip, to her sparsely furred crotch. Folding her first finger in two, she lightly slid it back, then forth across the barely parted lips down below. "You never did answer my question." Sliding her hand back around to cup Shay's bottom again, she continued, "Though seeing as how we're between two of the choices, and the last time we were in the shower together you wanted some place drier for our 'next time'..."
Dayle lifted Shay from her posterior, and indicated with a couple twitches of her hands that she wanted the younger woman to wrap her legs around her. Once done, Dayle walked them from the arch leading to the bathroom to the bed. Raising one hand to hold Shay's head, Dayle kissed her once quickly, darting her head back when Shay wanted to take it deeper, then kissed her again, a bit longer, before disengaging. Lowering Shay to the bed, preventing her head from bouncing, Dayle kept Shay's legs wrapped around herself as she stood at the edge of the bed. She knew the amnesiac vampire wouldn't have prior experience knowing what she enjoyed, whether from a man or a woman. Appreciating Shay's continuous candor, she decided to offer the same to her. Leaning over to whisper in Shay's ear, Dayle offered, "I'm going to just play around, to learn you and your body. If there's anything you do not enjoy, or don't feel comfortable with... just speak up. If you have any questions... speak up. If you have any requests..." Dayle's tongue flicked out to tease Shay's earlobe, then trailed along the outer shell of her ear before breathing hotly, "Aaaaahhhhhsssssk."
Placing her hands on Shay's bottom, Dayle kneaded her fingers in a slow wave before trailing her right hand across the other woman's hip, to her sparsely furred crotch. Folding her first finger in two, she lightly slid it back, then forth across the barely parted lips down below. "You never did answer my question." Sliding her hand back around to cup Shay's bottom again, she continued, "Though seeing as how we're between two of the choices, and the last time we were in the shower together you wanted some place drier for our 'next time'..."
Dayle lifted Shay from her posterior, and indicated with a couple twitches of her hands that she wanted the younger woman to wrap her legs around her. Once done, Dayle walked them from the arch leading to the bathroom to the bed. Raising one hand to hold Shay's head, Dayle kissed her once quickly, darting her head back when Shay wanted to take it deeper, then kissed her again, a bit longer, before disengaging. Lowering Shay to the bed, preventing her head from bouncing, Dayle kept Shay's legs wrapped around herself as she stood at the edge of the bed. She knew the amnesiac vampire wouldn't have prior experience knowing what she enjoyed, whether from a man or a woman. Appreciating Shay's continuous candor, she decided to offer the same to her. Leaning over to whisper in Shay's ear, Dayle offered, "I'm going to just play around, to learn you and your body. If there's anything you do not enjoy, or don't feel comfortable with... just speak up. If you have any questions... speak up. If you have any requests..." Dayle's tongue flicked out to tease Shay's earlobe, then trailed along the outer shell of her ear before breathing hotly, "Aaaaahhhhhsssssk."
Shay
17 years ago
Damn! She’d surprised Dayle, yet again. Her intention had been to stall Dayle, and allow herself enough time to hide, but then she hadn’t intended on tipping the couch over either.
Her thoughts went all topsy-turvy when Shay felt Dayle’s hands on her posterior, and spiraled way out of control at the touch of the blond’s knuckle.
“Oh gawd yes!” The words exploded from Shay’s mouth, in a very hoarse gasp. Having driven herself into a pre-orgasmic state, from what she had shared with Dayle already, Shay knew further pressure and probing would give her release in no time.
Dayle’s words caused a ticklish shudder through Shay, yet she managed not to giggle. Her neck, and throat were extremely sensitive, apparently to mere words as well as more direct touches, and as the thrill of Dayle’s murmurings registered, the shivers over her skin increased.
“Be…my…guest…” Shay offered herself with relish. She was torn though, as to whether or not she should relax her leg hold around Dayle, or continue squeezing their bodies tight. It seemed logical to let herself go, and spread herself wide in offering, which would give Dayle ample room to go about her ‘learning’, and yet Shay found doing so to be quite difficult.
Her fingers gripped Dayle’s shoulders in anticipation, but she slowly began to release the woman from her leggy clamp. Soon Shay’s lower limbs were hanging off the side of the bed, loose, and spread wide. It took a great deal of force for her not to reach down and pleasure herself, so intense was the need for release, but she could do that anytime. Tonight was to be an event for her, as well as Dayle it seemed, and now that it had begun, Shay was loath to get in the way of it.
Her pelvis did tilt forward a little, for as much as she wished to take things at Dayle’s pace, Shay was not a patient person. Other than that, she remained as impassive as she could…for the moment.
Her thoughts went all topsy-turvy when Shay felt Dayle’s hands on her posterior, and spiraled way out of control at the touch of the blond’s knuckle.
“Oh gawd yes!” The words exploded from Shay’s mouth, in a very hoarse gasp. Having driven herself into a pre-orgasmic state, from what she had shared with Dayle already, Shay knew further pressure and probing would give her release in no time.
Dayle’s words caused a ticklish shudder through Shay, yet she managed not to giggle. Her neck, and throat were extremely sensitive, apparently to mere words as well as more direct touches, and as the thrill of Dayle’s murmurings registered, the shivers over her skin increased.
“Be…my…guest…” Shay offered herself with relish. She was torn though, as to whether or not she should relax her leg hold around Dayle, or continue squeezing their bodies tight. It seemed logical to let herself go, and spread herself wide in offering, which would give Dayle ample room to go about her ‘learning’, and yet Shay found doing so to be quite difficult.
Her fingers gripped Dayle’s shoulders in anticipation, but she slowly began to release the woman from her leggy clamp. Soon Shay’s lower limbs were hanging off the side of the bed, loose, and spread wide. It took a great deal of force for her not to reach down and pleasure herself, so intense was the need for release, but she could do that anytime. Tonight was to be an event for her, as well as Dayle it seemed, and now that it had begun, Shay was loath to get in the way of it.
Her pelvis did tilt forward a little, for as much as she wished to take things at Dayle’s pace, Shay was not a patient person. Other than that, she remained as impassive as she could…for the moment.
Dayle
17 years ago
Smiling as she nibbled and licked down Shay's neck, Dayle brought her other hand up to try to mirror the actions on the opposite side. Pausing for a moment in the hollow at the base of the creamy throat before her, she flicked her tongue a few times, then breathed again before trailing her tongue back up the soft underside of Shay's jaw to place a close-lipped kiss. Returning to that hollow before Shay could react, she moved down slowly between her breasts and paused. Taking a few fingers' worth of hair in her hands, she angled her head as she tickled first one peaked nipple then the other with her tresses. Sliding to her right, she took Shay's left nipple in her lips and suckled for a moment, brushing the bit of hair held in her left hand over Shay's right peak. Disengaging from the taut point, Dayle swirled her tongue around it once more, revelling in the Shay-flavored skin, and moved left, towards her second goal. Wide-lipped, sucking kisses made splortching sounds as she traversed the low valley between the brunette's adornments. Reaching the right nipple, she duplicated her actions, brushing the left while suckling softly, alternating with sharp and wider lips.
Letting go of her hair for the moment, she slid off to Shay's right side, tongue pointed and wet. Blowing a loud raspberry against her ribs, Dayle moved across the angled side of her abdomen where her hips and belly met in an almost-V shape. Randomly moving back, forth, left and right, kissing, licking, tasting as Dayle recentered herself on Shay's body, her hands moved up to brush along those currently behaving arms of her lover's. Sliding her hands down, she took Shay's idle hands in her own, as her tongue dipped into the concave dip of her navel, and placed those hands on the breasts they belonged to.
Continuing her motions down Shay's body, across the sparsely furred expanse of her groin, to the palpably heated division between her legs. Choosing in that instant when she fully focused on Shay's swollen, damp lower lips, to delay the woman's release, she pursed her lips and blew gently across the slightly parted folds before turning her head to brush her nose then tongue across the inner right thigh next to her.
Letting go of her hair for the moment, she slid off to Shay's right side, tongue pointed and wet. Blowing a loud raspberry against her ribs, Dayle moved across the angled side of her abdomen where her hips and belly met in an almost-V shape. Randomly moving back, forth, left and right, kissing, licking, tasting as Dayle recentered herself on Shay's body, her hands moved up to brush along those currently behaving arms of her lover's. Sliding her hands down, she took Shay's idle hands in her own, as her tongue dipped into the concave dip of her navel, and placed those hands on the breasts they belonged to.
Continuing her motions down Shay's body, across the sparsely furred expanse of her groin, to the palpably heated division between her legs. Choosing in that instant when she fully focused on Shay's swollen, damp lower lips, to delay the woman's release, she pursed her lips and blew gently across the slightly parted folds before turning her head to brush her nose then tongue across the inner right thigh next to her.
Shay
17 years ago
Shay was going crazy…crazy with need, and it was becoming more difficult to just lie beneath Dayle, and do nothing to speed up the other woman’s actions. If ever Shay had suffered such an itch, and been unable to scratch it, she knew she would have been climbing the walls screaming. Yet the only sounds that came from her mouth were small whines, and whimpers that could just as easily have sounded like a woman in pain instead of pleasure. Maybe she was.
Finding it impossible to remain completely passive, even knowing Dayle wanted to do this without any interference on Shay’s part, she alternated her hands between grabbing herself, the bed, or Dayle, and didn’t give it a second thought if she pulled or squeezed to roughly. First she held her breast, as if in offering to Dayle. And when Dayle moved to other places on Shay’s body, Shay’s hands moved along, again tendering her body to the whims of her lover.
For practicality, Shay kept her nails cut, and filed, as a daily routine, along with teeth brushing, While she didn't remember exactly, she thought they must have been fairly long when she died, and had no proclivity to maintain them now. Tonight this turned out to be a godsend, and one less thing for Shay to worry over. The last thing she'd want to do was draw blood from anyone, including herself. The added stimulation of a blood scent really would have driven her over the edge.
“Heeyyy!!” Shay giggled unexpectedly, when Dayle made funny noises on the side of Shay’s body. It didn’t tickle, but it surprised her, and she took it very good natured, even if it had broken the mood just a little. It was then that Shay’s hands stilled. One day she would try to have a truly simultaneous sexual session, where both parties participated at the same time…maybe try out that ‘69’ position she’d heard about…tonight she was trying to do as asked.
“Oh my…” She sighed, as one surprise melted into another, of a much less funny feeling. It would appear Dayle was not finished with her torturing ways though, and as Shay’s desires were stoked heavily again, her moans of impatience increased.
“Please baby…pleeeeeeeeeeease…” Her whines grew more plaintive as her yearning for release did. She didn’t think Dayle would be swayed, but at this point she figured she had to try anything.
Lightly, but with a small bit of pressure, Shay placed one hand on top of Dayle’s head, and tried to guide her to the spot Shay sought relief in.
Finding it impossible to remain completely passive, even knowing Dayle wanted to do this without any interference on Shay’s part, she alternated her hands between grabbing herself, the bed, or Dayle, and didn’t give it a second thought if she pulled or squeezed to roughly. First she held her breast, as if in offering to Dayle. And when Dayle moved to other places on Shay’s body, Shay’s hands moved along, again tendering her body to the whims of her lover.
For practicality, Shay kept her nails cut, and filed, as a daily routine, along with teeth brushing, While she didn't remember exactly, she thought they must have been fairly long when she died, and had no proclivity to maintain them now. Tonight this turned out to be a godsend, and one less thing for Shay to worry over. The last thing she'd want to do was draw blood from anyone, including herself. The added stimulation of a blood scent really would have driven her over the edge.
“Heeyyy!!” Shay giggled unexpectedly, when Dayle made funny noises on the side of Shay’s body. It didn’t tickle, but it surprised her, and she took it very good natured, even if it had broken the mood just a little. It was then that Shay’s hands stilled. One day she would try to have a truly simultaneous sexual session, where both parties participated at the same time…maybe try out that ‘69’ position she’d heard about…tonight she was trying to do as asked.
“Oh my…” She sighed, as one surprise melted into another, of a much less funny feeling. It would appear Dayle was not finished with her torturing ways though, and as Shay’s desires were stoked heavily again, her moans of impatience increased.
“Please baby…pleeeeeeeeeeease…” Her whines grew more plaintive as her yearning for release did. She didn’t think Dayle would be swayed, but at this point she figured she had to try anything.
Lightly, but with a small bit of pressure, Shay placed one hand on top of Dayle’s head, and tried to guide her to the spot Shay sought relief in.
Dayle
17 years ago
Gentle guidance was never something Dayle had appreciated. She was more of a "do this, like this" woman. But the combination of Shay's whimpers, gasps, whining and begging, spurred the plans beyond simple teasing to giving the climax the other woman craved. Turning her head just enough to brush her closed lips across those that lay parted and soaking before her, Dayle wiggled her torso just enough to bring a hand closer to her head.
When that hand upon her head pressed again, the younger woman's hips tilting up at the same time, Dayle acted. Sliding her tongue between those parted petals, she drew up and as her tongue nearly contacted the stiffened bud at the apex of Shay's cleft, she paused, mouth open for one breath. Seperating her fingers, Dayle pressed two deeply into Shay's heated opening while simultaneously pursing her lips around the not-quite-hidden button and sucking sharply.
When that hand upon her head pressed again, the younger woman's hips tilting up at the same time, Dayle acted. Sliding her tongue between those parted petals, she drew up and as her tongue nearly contacted the stiffened bud at the apex of Shay's cleft, she paused, mouth open for one breath. Seperating her fingers, Dayle pressed two deeply into Shay's heated opening while simultaneously pursing her lips around the not-quite-hidden button and sucking sharply.
Shay
17 years ago
Unable to think clear enough for words, Shay pressed her lips together and moaned as if she were dying...and in a sense she was.
Her hands gripped into Dayle's soft hair with force, unaware if the force were too strong, and possibly hurtful. Shay never intended to hurt Dayle, but so strong were the orgasmic spasms that wracked her body, she just moved out of instinct.
At the same time Shay wound her legs about Dayle as best she could, fearing at any moment the other woman would pull away, and Shay would lose the phenomenal feeling she was experiencing. If Shay could have managed a way, Dayle would have been swallowed up whole, through the apex Dayle was fingering.
Over and over again Shay felt the tremendous wash of climax explode through her, until she went completely rigid for several seconds, and then finally limp. Shudders continued shaking her lower regions, and her chest heaved with a somewhat ripple effect.
It was then she let go of Dayle's hair, realizing just how hard she'd been holding on. Stroking and patting the silky tresses, Shay found her voice...whisper quiet, and as shaky as her body, but audible.
"Mmmmm, baby...that was incredible. C'mere..."
Pulling gently on Dayle's shoulders, Shay wanted kisses, and hugs now, as she still spiraled down from the cataclysmic event her body had just partaken of.
Her hands gripped into Dayle's soft hair with force, unaware if the force were too strong, and possibly hurtful. Shay never intended to hurt Dayle, but so strong were the orgasmic spasms that wracked her body, she just moved out of instinct.
At the same time Shay wound her legs about Dayle as best she could, fearing at any moment the other woman would pull away, and Shay would lose the phenomenal feeling she was experiencing. If Shay could have managed a way, Dayle would have been swallowed up whole, through the apex Dayle was fingering.
Over and over again Shay felt the tremendous wash of climax explode through her, until she went completely rigid for several seconds, and then finally limp. Shudders continued shaking her lower regions, and her chest heaved with a somewhat ripple effect.
It was then she let go of Dayle's hair, realizing just how hard she'd been holding on. Stroking and patting the silky tresses, Shay found her voice...whisper quiet, and as shaky as her body, but audible.
"Mmmmm, baby...that was incredible. C'mere..."
Pulling gently on Dayle's shoulders, Shay wanted kisses, and hugs now, as she still spiraled down from the cataclysmic event her body had just partaken of.
Dayle
17 years ago
Standing into Shay's insistent request for an embrace, Dayle gently slid her more onto the bed and insinuated herself into the younger woman's arms. Spreading her legs gently as she lay down, she coaxed one of Shay's to rest between hers. She nestled her head into Shay's arm, against her breast, as her sticky fingers idly toyed along the exposed abdomen. Leaning her head enough to place slow, soft kisses on Shay's lips, she held close and enjoyed the slow descent from her own high.
She giggled nearly silently as another aftershock trembled through the woman against her. Words failed her; some part of her thought she wanted to say something but she realized words weren't necessary as she enjoyed the aftermath of both of their bliss. Closing her eyes, she sighed deeply and relaxed against Shay, enjoying the warmth against her.
She giggled nearly silently as another aftershock trembled through the woman against her. Words failed her; some part of her thought she wanted to say something but she realized words weren't necessary as she enjoyed the aftermath of both of their bliss. Closing her eyes, she sighed deeply and relaxed against Shay, enjoying the warmth against her.
Shay
17 years ago
Mumbling bits of nothing, while murmuring little moans of satisfaction, Shay reveled in the feel of smooth, lush skin against her, and seriously cuddled Dayle close.
It would have been very easy to remain lying there until they had both just drifted to sleep, yet on the other hand Shay felt revitalized, and almost burning to get up and move.
"This evening has turned into a lot of surprises, eh? You were really great just then...not that I have a lot to compare you to, but you seemed to me to have all the right moves, and certainly made me come good and hard."
So she wasn't really up to flowery love talk. None the less Shay felt some words were necessary to convey her gratitude, and delight after receiving such a wonderful fucking. Cradling Dayle closer still, a spark of concern popped into her head. She knew Dayle had enjoy Shay's earlier indulgences, from the way the pretty blonde reacted. But had she truly felt the mind-blowing exquisiteness that Shay had, or had it merely been a very pleasant experience?
"How about you...was I really an adequate lover?"
It wasn't ego asking. Shay really was bothered to know. If there were things she could do differently, or better, now would be the time to find out.
Her interest was somewhat muffled by her own lasting afterglow, but enough concern remained to keep her waiting for an answer.
It would have been very easy to remain lying there until they had both just drifted to sleep, yet on the other hand Shay felt revitalized, and almost burning to get up and move.
"This evening has turned into a lot of surprises, eh? You were really great just then...not that I have a lot to compare you to, but you seemed to me to have all the right moves, and certainly made me come good and hard."
So she wasn't really up to flowery love talk. None the less Shay felt some words were necessary to convey her gratitude, and delight after receiving such a wonderful fucking. Cradling Dayle closer still, a spark of concern popped into her head. She knew Dayle had enjoy Shay's earlier indulgences, from the way the pretty blonde reacted. But had she truly felt the mind-blowing exquisiteness that Shay had, or had it merely been a very pleasant experience?
"How about you...was I really an adequate lover?"
It wasn't ego asking. Shay really was bothered to know. If there were things she could do differently, or better, now would be the time to find out.
Her interest was somewhat muffled by her own lasting afterglow, but enough concern remained to keep her waiting for an answer.
Dayle
17 years ago
A little surprised at Shay's appraisal of her orgasm, Dayle simply offered a small smile. She'd felt the spasms, saw the flush of Shay's body as she'd climaxed, and knew she'd done "a good job." "The right moves" notwithstanding, the older woman knew there was no way she'd be able to duplicate an orgasm exactly, that each one with each different person ranged so broadly over the climactic spectrum.
But Shay's own question about whether or not -she- was adequate definately surprised her. "Oh, Shay, darling, you are wonderful. You gave me two of the best orgasms I've had in many months, probably even years, the two times we've been together. I only have one critique that I can think of while my brain is still addled with orgasm and my lips still tingle with your taste."
Clearing her throat gently, she focused seriously on Shay's face, but unable to keep a mischievous twinkle from her eye or a lilt in her usual mellifluous accent as she requested, "If you feel a future need to delay me, please try not to throw me off the sofa."
But Shay's own question about whether or not -she- was adequate definately surprised her. "Oh, Shay, darling, you are wonderful. You gave me two of the best orgasms I've had in many months, probably even years, the two times we've been together. I only have one critique that I can think of while my brain is still addled with orgasm and my lips still tingle with your taste."
Clearing her throat gently, she focused seriously on Shay's face, but unable to keep a mischievous twinkle from her eye or a lilt in her usual mellifluous accent as she requested, "If you feel a future need to delay me, please try not to throw me off the sofa."
Shay
17 years ago
Nodding, and giggling, Shay figured she could comply with such a request.
Further, Shay logically had no reason to not let Dayle's answer be the end of it. She had received verbal confirmation that Dayle enjoyed what Shay had done to her, and Shay herself had a pretty good idea already. Yet there still seemed to be something bugging her on the subject.
Looking at Dayle, Shay leaned in and kissed her soundly, prolonging the kiss until Shay could feel stirrings within herself, yet again. Pulling back she raised her fingers to Dayle's lips, and slid them over the pretty woman's lips, teasing the tips against Dayle's tongue, and inner lips, until they were quite moist. Without further preamble, Shay dropped her hand, and pressed the still wet fingers down the separation of Dayle's lower lips, pausing for seconds to rub the inner bud, before pressing onward, and inward.
"Think you're ready to come again?"
The fingers didn't hesitate for an answer but moved further inside Dayle's body, with Shay's thumb lingering behind to continually tease the taught clitoris. The movements were quick, but not at all rough. Shay kept all her hand movements smooth, and firm, and insistent.
Further, Shay logically had no reason to not let Dayle's answer be the end of it. She had received verbal confirmation that Dayle enjoyed what Shay had done to her, and Shay herself had a pretty good idea already. Yet there still seemed to be something bugging her on the subject.
Looking at Dayle, Shay leaned in and kissed her soundly, prolonging the kiss until Shay could feel stirrings within herself, yet again. Pulling back she raised her fingers to Dayle's lips, and slid them over the pretty woman's lips, teasing the tips against Dayle's tongue, and inner lips, until they were quite moist. Without further preamble, Shay dropped her hand, and pressed the still wet fingers down the separation of Dayle's lower lips, pausing for seconds to rub the inner bud, before pressing onward, and inward.
"Think you're ready to come again?"
The fingers didn't hesitate for an answer but moved further inside Dayle's body, with Shay's thumb lingering behind to continually tease the taught clitoris. The movements were quick, but not at all rough. Shay kept all her hand movements smooth, and firm, and insistent.
Dayle
17 years ago
Dayle wondered if the kiss, as it was bestowed upon her, was a simple acceptance of her answers to Shay. Quite content to enjoy no more than the kisses she was given, she was almost disappointed when Shay's fingers probed inside her mouth. Finding those actions a little odd, but semi-enjoyable (and probably not something she'd want to explore again very soon) she arched her eyebrows as those now-slick fingers found their way quickly and unteasingly down to her almost-again-damp feminine folds.
Those fingers curled inside her as Shay asked her if she was ready for a second round. Tilting her pelvis more towards her lover's insistent fingers, she opened her legs minutely and decided now was as good a time as any to remind the other woman... "I know I'm ready, and I wouldn't complain..." Dayle squeezed the muscles at the base of her vagina, feeling herself rippling across the intruding digits, "But if you continue to do that, sliding your fingers inside, but you'll find something in there that may sur... oh!" She squeaked as the rough thumb brushed across her peak, "surprise you."
If Shay were to press much further, Dayle knew she would come upon the physical representation of purity; she would feel her fingers come against the six hundred year old vampire's continuously regenerated maidenhead.
Those fingers curled inside her as Shay asked her if she was ready for a second round. Tilting her pelvis more towards her lover's insistent fingers, she opened her legs minutely and decided now was as good a time as any to remind the other woman... "I know I'm ready, and I wouldn't complain..." Dayle squeezed the muscles at the base of her vagina, feeling herself rippling across the intruding digits, "But if you continue to do that, sliding your fingers inside, but you'll find something in there that may sur... oh!" She squeaked as the rough thumb brushed across her peak, "surprise you."
If Shay were to press much further, Dayle knew she would come upon the physical representation of purity; she would feel her fingers come against the six hundred year old vampire's continuously regenerated maidenhead.
Shay
17 years ago
"More surprises...this evening is a never ending plethora!"
Yet nudged on by Dayle's comment, Shay did explore deeper, shifting her body along the bed, until she had better access to the liquefying, warm, but tight cavern. And in her attempt to keep Dayle in growing rapture, Shay kept the pad of her thumb positioned as it was, moving her hand somewhat like the claw of a crab.
Once she'd stretched Dayle's vaginal walls to accommodate her searching, Shay added another finger, and pressed further.
"Oh! Yes...I see what you mean."
A little afraid her probing might have stung a little, Shay made up for it by taking one of Dayle's nipples into her mouth again, and loving it as she had earlier. Her fingers lessened their poking, and withdrew a little, but plunged inward again. This time she made sure not to travel too far within her partner's body. Shay had no inclination toward pain, giving, or receiving.
"That must be quite annoying?"
Releasing the delicious teat, Shay spoke around it, her thumb moving increasingly swiftly, and firmly. Her fingers remained a safe distance from the discovered barrier.
"In fact...to turn you, as an adult, without allowing you your full maturity into womanhood...fucking barbaric, if you ask me."
Yet nudged on by Dayle's comment, Shay did explore deeper, shifting her body along the bed, until she had better access to the liquefying, warm, but tight cavern. And in her attempt to keep Dayle in growing rapture, Shay kept the pad of her thumb positioned as it was, moving her hand somewhat like the claw of a crab.
Once she'd stretched Dayle's vaginal walls to accommodate her searching, Shay added another finger, and pressed further.
"Oh! Yes...I see what you mean."
A little afraid her probing might have stung a little, Shay made up for it by taking one of Dayle's nipples into her mouth again, and loving it as she had earlier. Her fingers lessened their poking, and withdrew a little, but plunged inward again. This time she made sure not to travel too far within her partner's body. Shay had no inclination toward pain, giving, or receiving.
"That must be quite annoying?"
Releasing the delicious teat, Shay spoke around it, her thumb moving increasingly swiftly, and firmly. Her fingers remained a safe distance from the discovered barrier.
"In fact...to turn you, as an adult, without allowing you your full maturity into womanhood...fucking barbaric, if you ask me."
Dayle
17 years ago
Waist wiggling as Shay's fingers moved inside and against her, Dayle nearly flinched at the chronologically recent unfamiliar sensation of pressure against her hymen. She was thankful that Shay retracted her seeking digits, and simply nodded at the question about it being an annoying obstruction. Rolling her eyes behind closed lids at her mental double entendre, she enjoyed the suckling of her lover at her breast.
Until Shay's mouth dumped on her life.
Reaching down between her legs, Dayle gently disengaged Shay's heretofore quite pleasurable fingers from her womanhood, and withdrew slightly from the younger woman. Folding her legs, feet pointed, heels against her buttocks, she raised to a half-leaning, half sitting position, propped up on her left arm. "You want barbaric? How about when the Church - the much vaunted, holier than thou, mightier than mighty Church - declared in fourteen aught eight that it was illegal to copy any part of the Bible into the English language. Why? I don't know why. Maybe they thought you could only glean the full holiness that is the utter tripe of man's re-re-re-re-interpreted version of the original scriptures from Latin or Greek. Maybe they needed to crush out some heretics. Maybe they were bored. I don't know. But I was one of the bookbinders, one of the scriveners targetted in one of those 'raids.' I was jailed, sentenced to death before sunset that day. My father offered me a choice, Shay, to live for eternity as I am now, as I was then, with the 'catch' that I would be a vampire, or to be put to death, chained to a rock and drowned at high tide. Without being turned when I was, Shay, I wouldn't be here with you now. So the 'price' of eternal physical virginity is miniscule compared to the alternative. I highly doubt he even thought I was, considering how much I rode horses, and likely it didn't even enter his mind as a problem, considering the whole 'my daughter could die' paternal protection instinct he has going on for him."
Dayle didn't realize until a pair of tears landed on and trailed down her naked breasts that she'd been weeping as she ranted. Snorting a heavy sniffle, she brushed sticky fingers against tear-lined chest to wipe their traces away. "And don't get me started on the travesty of the Church today, either."
Her first instinct was to curl up against the pillows that they'd somehow left completely untouched on the bed and weep, but then another thought struck her. "And you. Your own birth could be considered almost as barbaric. You're damned lucky that Ginnie came along when she did, and saved your life by turning you. Sometimes you may not think so, when you look in the mirror and see the reflection of a woman you know nothing about. I imagine it was hell, being born the way you were, suddenly thrust into the body of a mid-twenties woman with all her desires and wants, and all the functional knowledge of the world, but not a damned clue who you were. But you need to stop using the telly to learn some things, you need a social circle outside of your parents and me. I care for you deeply, Shay, but you need other people in your life. I don't envy you, rebuilding a new self, but something out there gave you this chance to rebuild almost everything from scratch, and I hate to see you waste it in front of the boob tube."
She knew she'd gone far, far beyond the line of 'proper ranting.' Shame rose in her face as embarassment colored her chest, neck and cheeks, but the sincerity and concerned affection should have been unmistakable in her voice and words. Her right hand came to her face to cover her lips with her fingertips, in a possibly futile attempt for more conceivably hurtful garbage to come spewing out of her trap.
Until Shay's mouth dumped on her life.
Reaching down between her legs, Dayle gently disengaged Shay's heretofore quite pleasurable fingers from her womanhood, and withdrew slightly from the younger woman. Folding her legs, feet pointed, heels against her buttocks, she raised to a half-leaning, half sitting position, propped up on her left arm. "You want barbaric? How about when the Church - the much vaunted, holier than thou, mightier than mighty Church - declared in fourteen aught eight that it was illegal to copy any part of the Bible into the English language. Why? I don't know why. Maybe they thought you could only glean the full holiness that is the utter tripe of man's re-re-re-re-interpreted version of the original scriptures from Latin or Greek. Maybe they needed to crush out some heretics. Maybe they were bored. I don't know. But I was one of the bookbinders, one of the scriveners targetted in one of those 'raids.' I was jailed, sentenced to death before sunset that day. My father offered me a choice, Shay, to live for eternity as I am now, as I was then, with the 'catch' that I would be a vampire, or to be put to death, chained to a rock and drowned at high tide. Without being turned when I was, Shay, I wouldn't be here with you now. So the 'price' of eternal physical virginity is miniscule compared to the alternative. I highly doubt he even thought I was, considering how much I rode horses, and likely it didn't even enter his mind as a problem, considering the whole 'my daughter could die' paternal protection instinct he has going on for him."
Dayle didn't realize until a pair of tears landed on and trailed down her naked breasts that she'd been weeping as she ranted. Snorting a heavy sniffle, she brushed sticky fingers against tear-lined chest to wipe their traces away. "And don't get me started on the travesty of the Church today, either."
Her first instinct was to curl up against the pillows that they'd somehow left completely untouched on the bed and weep, but then another thought struck her. "And you. Your own birth could be considered almost as barbaric. You're damned lucky that Ginnie came along when she did, and saved your life by turning you. Sometimes you may not think so, when you look in the mirror and see the reflection of a woman you know nothing about. I imagine it was hell, being born the way you were, suddenly thrust into the body of a mid-twenties woman with all her desires and wants, and all the functional knowledge of the world, but not a damned clue who you were. But you need to stop using the telly to learn some things, you need a social circle outside of your parents and me. I care for you deeply, Shay, but you need other people in your life. I don't envy you, rebuilding a new self, but something out there gave you this chance to rebuild almost everything from scratch, and I hate to see you waste it in front of the boob tube."
She knew she'd gone far, far beyond the line of 'proper ranting.' Shame rose in her face as embarassment colored her chest, neck and cheeks, but the sincerity and concerned affection should have been unmistakable in her voice and words. Her right hand came to her face to cover her lips with her fingertips, in a possibly futile attempt for more conceivably hurtful garbage to come spewing out of her trap.
Shay
17 years ago
As soon as Dayle took hold of Shay’s wrist, and removed her hand from the blonde’s sweet, and soppy nest of curls, Shay knew she’d said the wrong thing. Dayle pulled away, though not too far, yet the mental distance was greater than the physical. It all seemed a result of Shay’s ill thought out comment about Dayle’s virginity.
And yet Dayle’s explanation both saddened Shay, and confused her.
Jumping to conclusions, and seeing what she’d done, Shay wanted to retract her opinion on the state of Dayle’s body. Of course she was very happy to hear that under the circumstances Dayle’s father had done what he thought was best for his daughter, and even if she would remain a virgin all her life…she was still around to live it. All things considered, it was a very small price to pay, and certainly something Dayle could deal with. Why she could even still experience the pleasures of sex, even if perhaps not in the most conventional way.
Unfortunately the inclusion of information on the church was lost on Shay. She had no memories of any religious connections, had not found any opportunity or avenue to explore the subject, and therefore didn’t quite keep up with that part of the conversation.
At the sight of tears sliding down Dayle’s cheeks, Shay mentally pulled out two tissues from the box on her nightstand, and took them from the air when they were within reaching distance. Gently touching the white sheets to the tears, she dabbed up the moisture, feeling increasingly worse and worse for jerking the lovely night into one of pain and long remembered horrors.
Her hand found Dayle’s shoulder, and tried to give the sad woman some modicum of comfort by stroking her as she spoke. That action ceased though, when Dayle deftly turned the topic from herself, to that of Shay. Thunder then struck Shay as the things she heard hit painfully, again feeling confused by the purpose behind Dayle’s enlightening words.
For the most part Shay thought she had been coping well, and adjusting great to her life. Her ‘birth’, as Dayle coined it, had slowly become a faint memory. All the wonderful experiences Shay had been through, and enjoyed since her turning, had formed a sort of buffer between the now, and the then. Was that wrong? Was she supposed to hold on to the awfulness that preceded her true awakening in Ginnie‘s living room? Why would anyone want to do that?
“I know I’m lucky, but I don’t feel bad about being here, or how I got here…or who I was…at least not anymore. I am who I am, and I’m trying to be better…truly.”
Her own eyes were now welling up, and her vision of Dayle was becoming distorted. She didn’t like the way she was feeling, but couldn’t figure out how to stop it, short of just leaving the room…perhaps her suite…or even the building, just to put some space around herself. Yet at the same time she didn’t want to leave Dayle upset either.
As for the tv…Shay was painfully aware she relied on things she saw and heard there, to help her get by. Rationally she also knew that a lot of information she obtained was distorted, but tried to use her ingrained sense of logic to work with the data. Had she been doing so badly…was that why Dayle found fault with her now? Dayle didn’t envy her, so that must mean that Dayle thought what Shay was going through was something horrible as well…why didn’t Shay feel that?
Overwhelmed by thoughts, and feelings, and confusion, Shay rolled away from Dayle, and sat up on the edge of the bed, her back to her lover. Hands clasped and elbows resting on her naked thighs, Shay wept silently. How could things, going along so well, now be such a mess?
She didn’t hold anything against Dayle, with the possible exception of her not having come forward earlier, and telling her what a shit job Shay was making of her life. Did Ginnie and Alec feel the same way, and were they keeping silent as well, in some misguided attempt to protect Shay?
“I’m sorry Dayle, for speaking without really thinking. I never wanted to hurt you, or cause you to think of bad memories. You have a wonderful life, and no reasons not to enjoy it as fully as anyone…”
Suddenly it became imperative that Shay leave. She had thoughts she had to sort out, and she needed to get outside. The walls were just too close now, and were distracting her. She stood, looked around the room, conspicuously avoiding looking in Dayle’s direction, and settled her eyes on the dresser. Opening the drawer, and watching it fall to the floor, Shay moved over to pick up a pair of jeans, and began dressing.
And yet Dayle’s explanation both saddened Shay, and confused her.
Jumping to conclusions, and seeing what she’d done, Shay wanted to retract her opinion on the state of Dayle’s body. Of course she was very happy to hear that under the circumstances Dayle’s father had done what he thought was best for his daughter, and even if she would remain a virgin all her life…she was still around to live it. All things considered, it was a very small price to pay, and certainly something Dayle could deal with. Why she could even still experience the pleasures of sex, even if perhaps not in the most conventional way.
Unfortunately the inclusion of information on the church was lost on Shay. She had no memories of any religious connections, had not found any opportunity or avenue to explore the subject, and therefore didn’t quite keep up with that part of the conversation.
At the sight of tears sliding down Dayle’s cheeks, Shay mentally pulled out two tissues from the box on her nightstand, and took them from the air when they were within reaching distance. Gently touching the white sheets to the tears, she dabbed up the moisture, feeling increasingly worse and worse for jerking the lovely night into one of pain and long remembered horrors.
Her hand found Dayle’s shoulder, and tried to give the sad woman some modicum of comfort by stroking her as she spoke. That action ceased though, when Dayle deftly turned the topic from herself, to that of Shay. Thunder then struck Shay as the things she heard hit painfully, again feeling confused by the purpose behind Dayle’s enlightening words.
For the most part Shay thought she had been coping well, and adjusting great to her life. Her ‘birth’, as Dayle coined it, had slowly become a faint memory. All the wonderful experiences Shay had been through, and enjoyed since her turning, had formed a sort of buffer between the now, and the then. Was that wrong? Was she supposed to hold on to the awfulness that preceded her true awakening in Ginnie‘s living room? Why would anyone want to do that?
“I know I’m lucky, but I don’t feel bad about being here, or how I got here…or who I was…at least not anymore. I am who I am, and I’m trying to be better…truly.”
Her own eyes were now welling up, and her vision of Dayle was becoming distorted. She didn’t like the way she was feeling, but couldn’t figure out how to stop it, short of just leaving the room…perhaps her suite…or even the building, just to put some space around herself. Yet at the same time she didn’t want to leave Dayle upset either.
As for the tv…Shay was painfully aware she relied on things she saw and heard there, to help her get by. Rationally she also knew that a lot of information she obtained was distorted, but tried to use her ingrained sense of logic to work with the data. Had she been doing so badly…was that why Dayle found fault with her now? Dayle didn’t envy her, so that must mean that Dayle thought what Shay was going through was something horrible as well…why didn’t Shay feel that?
Overwhelmed by thoughts, and feelings, and confusion, Shay rolled away from Dayle, and sat up on the edge of the bed, her back to her lover. Hands clasped and elbows resting on her naked thighs, Shay wept silently. How could things, going along so well, now be such a mess?
She didn’t hold anything against Dayle, with the possible exception of her not having come forward earlier, and telling her what a shit job Shay was making of her life. Did Ginnie and Alec feel the same way, and were they keeping silent as well, in some misguided attempt to protect Shay?
“I’m sorry Dayle, for speaking without really thinking. I never wanted to hurt you, or cause you to think of bad memories. You have a wonderful life, and no reasons not to enjoy it as fully as anyone…”
Suddenly it became imperative that Shay leave. She had thoughts she had to sort out, and she needed to get outside. The walls were just too close now, and were distracting her. She stood, looked around the room, conspicuously avoiding looking in Dayle’s direction, and settled her eyes on the dresser. Opening the drawer, and watching it fall to the floor, Shay moved over to pick up a pair of jeans, and began dressing.
Dayle
17 years ago
Finding Shay's hand brushing her cheeks clear of her tears brought a tender gratitude to Dayle's horribly jumbled emotions.
The Brit realized after she swung her bat of self-remorse to bear on Shay that she had done the exact same thing, commenting thoughtlessly, on Shay's own birth into this life, that Shay had just done to her. That realization brought a fresh wellspring of tears, which only intensified when Shay turned completely away from her and sat on the edge of the bed, her back to Dayle.
Her right hand reached out for Shay's shoulder that suddenly became out of reach... The loud thud of the drawer on the floor made Dayle jump, and sad incredulity filled her as she realized Shay was getting dressed.
Rolling off the bed to stand, the older vampire looked at the woman she'd just made love to, and in a wavering voice managed to squeak out, "Shay I'm... please... forgive me."
Sobbing once as she turned, Dayle ran into the living room, looking for her skirt, top, bra... But they seemed to be lost under the overturned sofa. Even unable to find her shoes, she grabbed her purse from the small table in the hall and exited Shay's suite. Crushing her first instinct to go to Alec or Ginnie to apologize for hurting their daughter, for belittling the efforts they'd made in bringing her to life, she instead realized, standing stark naked in one of the multitude of hallways in the Domicile, that she needed clothes.
When she entered the elevator to head to her office, fervently hoping she still had an extra set of clothes in her cabinet, she let her tears fall freely as it descended.
A merc joined her, or at least attempted to; when he saw her naked body he leered and made some comment. Dayle decked him and pushed him back out of the vehicle.
(( Dayle out ))
The Brit realized after she swung her bat of self-remorse to bear on Shay that she had done the exact same thing, commenting thoughtlessly, on Shay's own birth into this life, that Shay had just done to her. That realization brought a fresh wellspring of tears, which only intensified when Shay turned completely away from her and sat on the edge of the bed, her back to Dayle.
Her right hand reached out for Shay's shoulder that suddenly became out of reach... The loud thud of the drawer on the floor made Dayle jump, and sad incredulity filled her as she realized Shay was getting dressed.
Rolling off the bed to stand, the older vampire looked at the woman she'd just made love to, and in a wavering voice managed to squeak out, "Shay I'm... please... forgive me."
Sobbing once as she turned, Dayle ran into the living room, looking for her skirt, top, bra... But they seemed to be lost under the overturned sofa. Even unable to find her shoes, she grabbed her purse from the small table in the hall and exited Shay's suite. Crushing her first instinct to go to Alec or Ginnie to apologize for hurting their daughter, for belittling the efforts they'd made in bringing her to life, she instead realized, standing stark naked in one of the multitude of hallways in the Domicile, that she needed clothes.
When she entered the elevator to head to her office, fervently hoping she still had an extra set of clothes in her cabinet, she let her tears fall freely as it descended.
A merc joined her, or at least attempted to; when he saw her naked body he leered and made some comment. Dayle decked him and pushed him back out of the vehicle.
(( Dayle out ))
Shay
17 years ago
Even as distraught as she was, and self absorbed, something in the back of Shay’s brain registered Dayle’s departure. Funny too, that even though Shay knew space was what she needed, having Dayle leave her seemed worse than had she left first. And thus the tears flowed more freely.
Pulling on her jeans, and a sweater from the drawer, Shay stumbled blindly to the living room, righting the couch without even thinking. The clothing strewn about was missed totally, as she dropped onto the couch. As the television flickered on, Shay’s unseeing eyes stared directly toward it. It was the extreme volume that finally broke through her teary fog, and snapped her mind back to the present.
She jumped up and turned the volume down, forgetting both the physical remote, as well as her mental one. Nothing in her mind seemed focused on any one thing, but instead seemed splintered into shards of images, all flashing about willy-nilly. She, and Dayle at the movies…she, and Dayle here on the couch…she, and Dayle that night at the mall…in the shower…at the park…in the car…all the fun times came flooding back to her in a wave. Fortunately none of the angry, hurtful images intruded, and Shay was able to quell the waterworks finally. She made no real sense of anything though, aside from the fact that she cared about Dayle, was very sad she had caused her pain, and had to find a way to make things better.
Something caught her eye, and Shay’s eyesight zeroed in on the television screen. A commercial about mouthwash was implying it would give the user ‘kissing sweet breath’, and two very ‘Ken and Barbie’ types were demonstrating that fact.
“Damnit! No!” Jumping up from her seat, Shay’s foot connected with the television before she realized what she had done. A loud ‘clunk’ followed when the TV was forced from its perch, and landed on the floor backward. A few sparks later, followed by a loud snap, and the blank screen looked upward.
Dayle said she had to stop watching so much television…yet what had she done right off the bat? She knew better than to believe problems could be resolved by mouthwashes, or even within thirty minutes, even if a lot of sitcoms implied differently. And while the information gathered via this particular medium had been very useful upon Shay’s awakening, Dayle was correct again…it was time Shay began living and learning in the real world.
As if now on a mission, Shay moved quickly back to her room. She pulled some socks from her drawer, and onto her feet, before forcing her feet into a pair of boots. Grabbing the few dollars on her dresser, and stuffing them into her pocket, Shay pulled her leather jacket from the hook next to the door as she exited her apartment. No real destination in mind, she walked faster, and faster until she was jogging down the hallway. Once she had made her way outside the Domicile, Shay took off at a steady run, and let go of everything her mind had been fretting over. Right now she needed something, but wasn’t sure what. All she could focus on was running until she either ran into it, or at least obtained a clearer image of what it was.
Her trek was leading her toward town.
(Shay out)
Pulling on her jeans, and a sweater from the drawer, Shay stumbled blindly to the living room, righting the couch without even thinking. The clothing strewn about was missed totally, as she dropped onto the couch. As the television flickered on, Shay’s unseeing eyes stared directly toward it. It was the extreme volume that finally broke through her teary fog, and snapped her mind back to the present.
She jumped up and turned the volume down, forgetting both the physical remote, as well as her mental one. Nothing in her mind seemed focused on any one thing, but instead seemed splintered into shards of images, all flashing about willy-nilly. She, and Dayle at the movies…she, and Dayle here on the couch…she, and Dayle that night at the mall…in the shower…at the park…in the car…all the fun times came flooding back to her in a wave. Fortunately none of the angry, hurtful images intruded, and Shay was able to quell the waterworks finally. She made no real sense of anything though, aside from the fact that she cared about Dayle, was very sad she had caused her pain, and had to find a way to make things better.
Something caught her eye, and Shay’s eyesight zeroed in on the television screen. A commercial about mouthwash was implying it would give the user ‘kissing sweet breath’, and two very ‘Ken and Barbie’ types were demonstrating that fact.
“Damnit! No!” Jumping up from her seat, Shay’s foot connected with the television before she realized what she had done. A loud ‘clunk’ followed when the TV was forced from its perch, and landed on the floor backward. A few sparks later, followed by a loud snap, and the blank screen looked upward.
Dayle said she had to stop watching so much television…yet what had she done right off the bat? She knew better than to believe problems could be resolved by mouthwashes, or even within thirty minutes, even if a lot of sitcoms implied differently. And while the information gathered via this particular medium had been very useful upon Shay’s awakening, Dayle was correct again…it was time Shay began living and learning in the real world.
As if now on a mission, Shay moved quickly back to her room. She pulled some socks from her drawer, and onto her feet, before forcing her feet into a pair of boots. Grabbing the few dollars on her dresser, and stuffing them into her pocket, Shay pulled her leather jacket from the hook next to the door as she exited her apartment. No real destination in mind, she walked faster, and faster until she was jogging down the hallway. Once she had made her way outside the Domicile, Shay took off at a steady run, and let go of everything her mind had been fretting over. Right now she needed something, but wasn’t sure what. All she could focus on was running until she either ran into it, or at least obtained a clearer image of what it was.
Her trek was leading her toward town.
(Shay out)