Long Shadow Pt. 03

All week, Ebony was a mess. She felt like she'd been drugged. She was daydreaming at her desk at work, missing messages from her supervisor.

At home, at night, she was consumed by fantasies of what they'd do next. She thought about it as she showered, as she dressed. Most evenings, she walked around naked, hoping Sirena could see her from her window across the street.

Most of all, she revelled in how it had felt to be worshipped by Sirena.

She'd felt one thousand degrees hot. She still did, and by Wednesday, Clarissa noticed.

Ebony was in the staff room, eating lunch, when Clarissa came and sat across from her. Clarissa leaned over the table, her huge hoop earings shining in the bright overhead lights. Looking at them kind of hurt.

"So..." she said, "did you have Josh over last weekend? Is that why you made us leave?"

Ebony realized, then, that Clarissa was worried. She must've been worried for awhile.

About what? Hadn't she wanted her to date?

What did Clarissa really want?

Ebony wondered, enjoying the way the light played on Clarissa's lip gloss.

She found she didn't really care, not now.

She grinned, and said, "not Josh..."

"Then who?" Clarissa asked. She was definitely worried.

"Wouldn't YOU like to know," Ebony said coyly. She felt a little smug. There was no way Clarissa could know what she'd done.

She got up to go back to work, and left Clarissa in the staff room, looking stunned because Ebony wouldn't give her any dirt.

It felt pretty good.

After that, she avoided Clarissa. Friday seemed to take a long time to come. When it finally did, the others approached her to hang out. Ebony told them she had a date, and instead of going to Clarissa's she got on the bus home earlier than usual.

She was enjoying this too much, maybe.

As she arrived at her stop an hour later, she saw her in her yard, and Ebony's heart did a flip. Sirena was weeding, and she looked up and smiled at Ebony as she came up the road. Ebony had been fantasizing about her, on the bus, and she was sheened in sweat despite the chill air.

"Hey!" Ebony called from across the street, "How have you been?"

Sirena's face flushed, and she said, "Oh...you know..."

Their eyes met, and they exchanged knowing expressions.

It was so good, to be herself with someone. It was as if she'd been starving, and until now had not even known. She'd been that used to it.

"You...raking?" Ebony asked. She couldn't see a rake, only the basket of weeds Sirena had next to her on the grass.

Sirena looked at her, "no...just clearing out the garden before winter," she said, showing Ebony her gloved hands, "this yard is OUT of control..."

"What time do you think you'll be done?" Ebony asked, "are you going to tidy up the grass after?"

There were now a considerable amount of leaves on the front lawn. They'd been falling steadily all week.

"Actually...I broke the rake..." Sirena lamented, and then she brightened a little, "...it's nuts, want to see? It's out in the workroom..."

She got up, and began to walk into the backyard, a place that was shady with approaching dusk. Then she looked back at Ebony enticingly, and the shadow of her house seemed to crawl over her as she moved. She disappeared around the corner.

Ebony followed her, her pulse quickening. Behind the house was a small out building. Ebony found Sirena standing in it's doorway, and she joined her there, curious.

Inside was a work table with a vice, and sticking out of the vice at a one-hundred-eighty degree angle was the broken off rake handle. It's lacquered polish shone in the little light their still was.

She really had broken it. The end stuck in the vice grip was splintered.

Sirena turned on the light.

"You see?" She said, "I have no idea what I'm doing..."

"It's okay..." Ebony said, "I wouldn't either..."

She was already sliding her hands around Sirena's hips, fighting the urge to squeeze her.

Then they were kissing, their arms around eachother. Sirena backed Ebony into the rake handle, so that it's smooth end pressed into her buttocks. It seemed to happen in slow motion, it's firm pressure intensifying.

"It's so...long..." Ebony said, "how are you ever going to fix it?"

Sirena whispered, "maybe you should pull your pants down," and smiled. Then she added "you can let me know..."

Ebony caressed Sirena's hips, tighter now.

"I think you should let me know..." Ebony said. She rubbed against Sirena with her own slim body.

Sirena said nothing. She simply lifted her dress, almost embarrassed. The floor of the shed was made of dirt, and looking at her Ebony felt flushed all over, almost too hot.

She nudged her pants down, and began to touch herself as the handle slipped into Sirena, like a knife into warm butter. Sirena drew a shivery breath, and leaned forward, hands resting obediently on her thighs.

Ebony saw that, beneath the light fabric of her dress, she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Take...off your dress..." Ebony said.

It was different, this time. They were lit by the shed's nightmarish fluorescent lights. Ebony thought briefly of Clarissa's earings, earlier. They'd caught the light, the same way Sirena's did now.

Sirena looked away, out at the yard. She looked at the leaves that fell slowly from the trees, the lake beyond.

It was only late afternoon, but it was dark.

"I don't know..." she said, "it's awfully cold..."

Ebony smiled, Sirena's hesitance awakening some vicious part of her, and said "good."

Sirena's eyes widened a little. Then she looked down. A moment later, eyes still downcast, she began to unbutton her dress.

Ebony felt deliciously cruel, as Sirena undressed. It was cold enough they could see their breath, yet she obeyed. Ebony leaned back against the wall, her pants falling all the way to her ankles.

It really was cold.

Watching Sirena's breasts quiver with each breath now, exposed, Ebony wanted to be mean. She'd never been cruel in her life, and it made her feel unsteady, like walking on a rotting branch.

She had a feeling that that was what Sirena wanted.

Sirena slid the handle out, her breathing harsh.

"Come on," Ebony hissed, "put it all the way in."

When Sirena looked shocked, Ebony said, "start slow."

Now Sirena was naked, the handle between her legs. Ebony watched but didn't kneel. She stood firmly in place, waiting.

As the handle penetrated Sirena, she scrunched her eyes shut.

"Like this?" she asked. Then she looked at Ebony for approval, and Ebony had to suppress the urge to slap her.

Sirena had her now, she realized. She simply didn't recognize her own power.

"Slide it all the way in," Ebony said.

Sirena obeyed, and gasped, round and supple on the handle's hard length. Ebony thought of a puppet on a dowel, and began to lose her control a little.

"Slowly..." she said, "I want you to feel every inch."

"I...I feel it," Sirena said, her voice tight.

Ebony gripped Sirena firmly, by the hair. She tugged lightly. She wasn't sure what she meant by it.

All she knew, was that she felt amazing.

"O...Okay..." Sirena whispered, she was sweating now, bouncing her hips on the rake handle, her breath growing thicker with each thrust.

Tears had formed in her eyes.

"Did you break it yourself?" Ebony hissed.

"...Y-yes," Sirena whispered. She'd begun to cry.

"Tell me what happened," Ebony demanded, "what did you do?"

There was silence then, Sirena licking as she fucked herself, shining beneath the overhead lights.

"Tell me," Ebony whispered. She ran her fingers through Sirena's hair, almost pet her. She could have twisted a handful of it if she'd wanted to.

"I...I broke it..." Sirena cried "...t-to...to get you...to come back here..."

"Just wanted to have your way, didn't you..."

Ebony put a long hand on the back of Sirena's head, pulling her forward. Her lips were warm against Ebony's pussy.

"Y-YES!" Sirena sobbed, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks.

"Do you regret it now?" Ebony asked.

"Yes..." Sirena whimpered.

"Yes "ma'am" Ebony corrected her.

"Y-y-y-" Sirena tried to say, but she started to cum instead.

Juice gouted from her pussy, clenched tightly around the rake handle, and she was crying hard. Ebony threw her head back, close to orgasm herself.

She didn't feel the joy she'd felt last time. This time she only felt a sense of power. It made her a little sad.

Sirena was afraid of something. She'd been open at first, and now she was different.

"Don't you dare stop," Ebony whispered, "don't..."

She twisted her grip on Sirena's hair as she started to cum, Sirena crying "y-yes! Yes ma'am! Yes!!!" the words were muffled by Ebony's warm cunt. Sirena's voice was breaking, and finally Ebony pulled her back by the hair, and slapped her.

She gave Sirena's hair a sharp twist, until her voice broke, her oiled looking breasts smacking together with maddening rhythm.

Sirena looked up at Ebony with devotion in her eyes. A feeling of peace washed over Ebony, both of them breathing hard, the cold creeping back in.

Sirena was having a hard time catching her breath.

She eased herself off the rake with Ebony's help. She was clammy now, shivering, and the handle still dripped with her.

"Come over later?" she said, still breathless, "We can just relax...maybe put the lights on?"

Sirena was wonderful to behold, shapely as she was, and Ebony smiled.

"Sounds fun," she said.

It sounded fun, but when Ebony returned later, Sirena was even more distant.

"I just mean...I want to savour this a little more..." she was saying now, "let's...try to be tender, with eachother..."

Ebony had come over at six pm, and she'd gone strait to the main floor bathroom to preen a little. She'd hoped Sirena would join her there, but she hadn't.

She'd felt wild, on a train she couldn't stop.

Then Sirena had called her name from down the hall. Ebony had relented, and returned to the kitchen, where Sirena was brewing tea. It smelled different this time, almost piney. Ebony had almost asked what it was, but decided not to.

She shivered in spite of herself.

Now they sat at the small table, sipping the tea. Beneath the table Ebony crossed her legs, her pussy already on fire.

Sirena looked into her eyes, and said "Well? What do you think?"

"I don't know..." Ebony said. She'd thought they were on the same page.

"Sorry..." Sirena admitted, "I'm just afraid..."

"Afraid?-" Ebony asked, even though she of course knew this.

"...that this isn't just a sex thing...that I have feelings for you." Sirena explained.

"Oh..." was all Ebony could say.

She had feelings too. They were frightening, in their intensity. Now that she thought about it, Sirena was right.

Ebony wasn't even acting like herself. The way she'd blown off her friends all week was proof.

"I just...think we need to take it slower..." Sirena said.

Part of Ebony didn't like it. She felt a little shaky. She imagined them in the shower, fingers deep inside eachother, and shook it away.

"Okay..." she shrugged, trying to hide her frustration, "let's...go slow."

Sirena brightened. The sun was going down, and in the dim reddish light she looked mesmerizing. She'd put on a low-cut, deep red dress that now looked black.

Hadn't she said she wanted to put the lights on? Ebony thought she had.

She wanted to say something, but a strange calm had settled over her, the steam from the tea like breathing in the smell of pines, of sap.

"Just relax..." Sirena said quietly.

Ebony was already opening her legs beneath the table, her own hand absently touching.

"...and don't misunderstand," Sirena said, "I'm...I've never been able to show anyone these things...it's-"

"Intoxicating?" Ebony asked. Sirena smiled a little.

"Yes..." she said, "that's a good word for it...but it's also the heart of the matter...of why I want to take it slow..."

She was looking down into her tea.

"Okay..." Ebony smiled too, feeling heavy and warm all over, "your move..."

Sirena was still smiling, and she swallowed. There was a pause, within which Ebony seemed to feel the world outside, tilting, yet unmoving. It gave her vertigo.

"I have something else to show you..." Sirena said, " something...different..."

She looked at Ebony, hopeful now. Ebony was trying to control her breathing, but with these words her excitement had been re-ignited. She had butterflies. The world beyond this room seemed to recede into the distance.

"Do you want to see?" Sirena asked, almost whispered.

Ebony nodded.

Sirena got up, and left the kitchen. She went up the stairs.

The sun had set. Ebony didn't look for the light, didn't want to ruin the moment. She held it, delicate as thin ice, and took a deep breath.

Sirena was coming back down the stairs.

She came in, then, hands behind her back.

"Get on the floor, and I'll show you..." she said.

She'd taken control.

Maybe she did recognize her power after all, Ebony thought. Maybe Ebony had been a little naive, but it didn't seem to matter, now.

She did as she was asked.

Sirena knelt in front of her, and produced something from behind her back.

In the light, it looked like an unpeeled cob of corn at first glance, it's leaves neatly closed around it. Then Ebony saw that it was longer, it's leaves fleshy, pinched shut at one end like a closed chrysanthemum.

Sirena stroked it lightly. It looked heavy, weighty, in her delicate hands. It's skin was dull and vegetable like.

"Take off your pants," she whispered.

As if in a dream, Ebony obeyed her. For some reason she couldn't name, she was shaking.

"Now your panties," Sirena said.

Ebony's wetness gleamed in the dying light, and she gasped as Sirena ran a finger over her still clothed vagina.

"...Sirena-" she said, her voice thick, almost sedated.

"Now, Ebony." Sirena demanded. She sounded strange, a little worried, or desperate.

Ebony slid them off. It seemed to take a long time.

Then Sirena was stroking her, sensitive and slow, with the vegetable.

"There..." she said gently, "let it taste you..."

Ebony's consciousness fought to resurface, almost did.

...It?

She thought she might've stopped Sirena, if it hadn't felt so good. It was stiff but pliant against Ebony's bare skin, lubricated by her impatience. She let her doubts drain away as Sirena slid it's thickness across her labia, touching the clit. She lingered there until Ebony was rubbing herself on it's fleshy shaft, and then slid it down, to her opening.

Ebony breathed in sharply, clenching shut a little.

"Just relax..." Sirena soothed. She looked relieved, now, focused.

Ebony let her legs fall all the way open.

She looked down at the vegetable, feeling slowed down, almost drugged. Sirena held it an inch from her pussy now. Ebony's eyes became lidded, and she found she wanted it inside her. She ached to feel it's firm pressure pushing her apart.

It's tip quivered, glossy with her wetness...

...and it opened, like a flower of many thin petals beginning to bloom. Within, a puckered orifice was concealed, whitish-green and insectile.

It's petals weren't petals, Ebony saw, but tendrils like those of an anemone, feeling her, her current.

She felt a little crawly. After a moment she realized she couldn't move at all.

"That's right..." Sirena breathed, "just stay nice and relaxed..."

It caressed Ebony on it's own, then, and her terror broke open. It pushed against her, pulsating and insistent. Then the vegetable's tendrils found their way into her, and began to coax her apart so it could get inside.

That was what it wanted, she knew.

To get inside.

"What the hell!?" Ebony said, voice flat with disbelief. She pulled away reflexively, it grabbing for purchase, too slick now. She closed her legs, scrambled backward over the kitchen tile, the floor wet where she'd been sitting.

"Don't worry!" Sirena pleaded, recoiling a little herself. She was still holding the thing, tenderly, in her pretty hands. It was flexing now, it's tendrilous tip writhing, making Ebony's skin want to crawl off, and Sirena said, "it's...from my garden..."

She came closer.

"N-no! Get it OFF ME!" Ebony screamed. She scrambled to her feet, suddenly cold all over. She was crawling with disgust, thinking of how it had wriggled against her flesh, it's feelers becoming excited.

She felt like screaming.

Sirena looked so stunned - so hurt - that Ebony bit down hard on the urge, but kept her distance.

"I'm...so sorry, Sirena..." she said. She was pulling on her pants with shaky hands, "I'm just...I'll come by tomorrow, okay?"

Sirena looked like she would cry. Ebony didn't wait for a response.

She ran.

She was horrified, by what Sirena had just tried to do.

When she got home, she screamed into her bed pillows. She screamed for a long time, until there was nothing left, and then got into the shower.