Chapter 14: Jade

Saturday, July 29, 2023

“You hung out with Hannah again last night?” Fanny asked.

Fortunately, Fanny couldn’t see my face because my reaction to her question was an exasperated expression. She and I had talked almost every day since she left for Florida to visit her dad, yet she insisted on knowing who I spent time with each night, what we did, and how long we were together. The first time I admitted I fooled around with Hannah, Fanny wanted to know how many orgasms I had. And I stupidly gave her a truthful answer.

“Yes,” I said. “I hung out with my friend. She is your friend, too.”

“I know,” Fanny whined. “I just ... ugh! I miss you. I wish we could be hanging out.”

“We can once you get back.” I’d lost track of how many times I’d said this over the last few weeks. “Stop worrying.”

“I’m just worried somebody will snatch you away from me.”

“Fanny...” I warned her in a low tone.

“I know, I know. You’re not mine.

I gave Fanny a nod on the screen to make sure she remembered that fact. She looked cute in a sky-blue tank top and short denim shorts. Her face was a little burned because she’d been on the beach with her younger sisters practically every day. Her medium-sized, perky breasts poked into the fabric, making it very easy to see the outline of her nipples.

“You need to work on being less controlling, Fanny,” I said as I flushed the toilet. I had been deep cleaning around it while talking to Fanny. Now, it was time to tackle the shower. I tried to do this once a month, but it was such a tedious chore that I preferred doing it while on the phone with somebody. Luckily, Fanny was almost always available to chat.

“I know. What are you doing today?”

“Going to the beach, surfing, maybe clubbing tonight,” I said in a vague sort of way. “I’ll probably get married to somebody I meet.”

“Har har har.”

“Oh, sorry. That’s your life. The beach and surfing part, at least.”

“You’re just jealous,” Fanny said.

“Of you being on the beach and surfing? Absolutely.”

Fanny cackled wickedly. “But seriously. What are you doing tonight?”

“I might drive to Denver and check in on my ex.”

“Marcy? Really? Why?”

“Because her moms asked me to.” While spraying and wiping down the tiling around my shower, I told Fanny about my conversation with Phoebe and Diane about Marcy’s issues.

“Your breakup was pretty bad, right?” Fanny asked. “Will she even talk to you?”

“Guess I’m gonna find out.”

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird to drop in and check on your ex-girlfriend?”

I grunted, trying to scrub a hard-to-reach spot. “Yeah. A bit. But she was a huge part of my life for three years, so...”

“Do you think we’ll ever be like that?” Fanny asked.

I couldn’t hold back a sigh. “Fanny, this is part of the reason why I don’t want to date you. What we have now is great. It’s not complicated. Complication is what screwed up my relationship with Marcy. I don’t want to repeat that mistake with you. You have to stop comparing yourself to her.”

Fanny frowned darkly. “I can’t help it when you keep talking about her. Now you’re visiting her!”

I sighed. “I know you don’t like to hear it, but she was a big part of my life. And I’m not emotionally past everything that happened.”

“I know. I feel such a strong pull toward you on so many levels, Jade.”

The locket Nicholas had given me, which now hung around my neck, suddenly seemed heavier as I considered the possibility of making Fanny my witness, giving her what she desperately wanted. It was appealing in many ways, but I wasn’t ready. A witness? Having somebody bonded to me? It seemed like a major responsibility.

“We’re best friends, Fanny,” I reminded her. “Best friends with benefits.”

Fanny sighed, and I could hear her shifting around on her bed, thanks to the creaking of the wooden frame. “I’m horny.”

“Hi, Horny,” I responded automatically, “I’m Jade.”

Fanny groaned. “Oh, please! You sound like my dad. That’s just ... ugh.”

“You asked for it.”

A moment of silence passed between us on the line before Fanny said, “Help me out, Jade.”

“You want me to help you cum? It’s like 10 a.m. here.”

“Mmhmm. And it’s like noon here. Help me cum!” Her whining was both endearing and annoying at the same time.

“How do you want me to do that?”

I could practically hear Fanny’s giant grin. “Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you want to do with that big dick of yours.”

I sat back heavily on the bathroom floor. “You’re such a slut, Fanny.”

She erupted with laughter. “I know, but I’m still horny, so are you going to help me out or what?”

“You want my dick?”

“Yes.” Her voice was lower and quieter now. “I want it. Fuck, I’ve missed it. I’ve missed you.”

“I haven’t so much as touched my dick in weeks,” I confessed to her. “You’re the last person to see it or touch it. Or taste it.”

“Is it my dick?” she asked.

“It’s your dick, Fanny,” I whispered to her.

Fanny whimpered softly, and I touched my nipple and earlobe to begin growing my girlcock. It was already erect when it grew, so I stroked it gently. “I’m gonna cum today for you.”

“Mmm, yes, please,” Fanny said.

“Just for you. I bet since it’s been so long, there’s going to be a ton of jizz.”

Fanny groaned louder. “I wish I was there. I should be. I’m never leaving town for the summer again. All of your cum belongs in me. Inside my pussy. Inside my tummy.”

“What about your ass?” I asked. Now that my cock was back, I could not deny the return of the cravings to take Fanny’s asshole with it. The drive to make her my first witness.

“I’ve thought about it several times,” Fanny admitted. “In fact, I’ve been preparing myself for you this summer. I wear an anal plug off and on almost every day. I think I’m ready for you to do it when I return.”

That got my heart pounding. The idea of making Fanny a witness, bonded to me, was both terrifying and exhilarating. How would that change things between us? Was I ready for it?

“Are you touching yourself right now, Fanny?” I asked, as I could only see her face.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m playing with my butt plug and fingering my clit.”

“Oh...” I answered. I lay flat on the floor and, with one hand, continued to stroke my cock while my other hand slid up and down my labia.

“Are you playing with both of your naughty parts?” she asked.

“Mmhmm,” I said. Then I tilted the phone down so she could see my hard cock as I stroked it. Her expression transformed into one of feral need.

Fanny groaned, filling my ears with her pleasure. “You’re so incredibly sexy, Jade. You’re so unique. So amazing. I want you every moment.”

“I know, baby,” I told her. “I know. I want you too.”

“Do you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Really?”

“Really, Fanny. You know how much I love being with you. You’re such a good lover.”

Fanny immediately came. It almost sounded like she was crying. The sounds of her climax pushed me over the edge, and cum flew out of the tip of my penis and onto my shirt and neck. So much cum. I still wasn’t used to how much came out. Kitt’s loads had never been this big. Neither had any of the loads from the guys in my study group. I tasted it again. Chocolate. It tasted like rich chocolate. I scooped up more and ate it.

“Are you tasting yourself?” Fanny asked.

“Maybe...” I said nervously.

“That’s so hot!” It was evident from the sounds coming through my earbud that she was frigging herself again.

“I wish you were here to lick me clean,” I teased.

Fanny moaned again.

“Maybe we could share it on our tongues...”

Fanny cried out a second time, and I smiled broadly. Our conversation winded down soon after her second orgasm, and I promised to talk to her again tomorrow. I lay on the floor for a few more minutes, thankful for the distraction from worrying about going to Denver.

I finished cleaning the bathroom in my cum-soaked clothes and showered afterward. By then, it was almost eleven. I struggled to decide what to wear. It wasn’t like I wanted to impress Marcy or anything, but my nerves made the decision more difficult. I hadn’t seen her since the night she turned me into a futanari.

No. Not just a futanari.

The Nexus.

Had Marcy already turned somebody or some people into her own witnesses? She was so beautiful, it seemed likely. What if she had a whole harem of women all ready and waiting to serve her? That didn’t feel right to me, but I didn’t know my ex anymore.

I drove up to Denver and got there around 2 p.m. By the time I neared her neighborhood, I was starving, so I pulled into a restaurant across the street from Marcy’s apartment building. It was a little diner called Shirley’s Comfort. I took a seat in a booth and glanced at the menu. I hadn’t even gotten through the appetizers when somebody tapped me on the shoulder. It was a short man in a green suit. He wore the kindest expression I’d ever seen, a man who seemed to be filled with pure joy from his toes to his ears. And the swirl of white hair above his forehead amid the spiky black hair everywhere else made him a fascinating figure.

“Hi!” he said. Before I could answer, he asked, “Can I join you?”

Before I could get in a word, he was sliding into my booth. “Goodness gracious, you have been a difficult one to reach.”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

The man had brought his drink with him to the table, which he stirred with a straw. “Yeah. Reaching you. Not that we couldn’t find you. We always knew where you were, but contacting you has been a different story. It got to the point where eventually I just had to say, ‘To heck with it all!’”

I leaned away from him. “You have been looking for me?”

He nodded. “Again, I knew where you were, but I couldn’t see you.”

I was about to stand up, but he waved his hand at me to stay because he was in the middle of a sip from his drink. He swallowed quickly and then choked out, “Don’t go! I’ll explain it all.”

I stayed in my seat despite the bewildering introduction. I was about to ask his name when he continued speaking.

“I’m Michael.”

He held out a hand. I didn’t take it. He examined it closely.

“There’s nothing on my hand to hurt you. It is clean. Probably the cleanest hand you’ll ever shake!”

I took it and shook it.

“There!” his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Isn’t that nice?”

I glanced around, half hoping somebody would come to my rescue. “I don’t mean to be rude—”

Michael sighed. “A phase that often starts an insulting sentence, sadly.”

“But I just want to eat alone,” I finished. “Not being rude. Just not in the mood for company.”

Michael leaned in toward me. “Jade ... I’m an angel. The first one you’ve ever met.”

I’d had enough encounters with Nicholas that hearing Michael introduce himself as an angel didn’t phase me. Michael seemed to expect me to be more surprised. The only thing that surprised me was how much less attractive he was than Nicholas.

“You are not my first. Sorry.”

“Oh, I assure you I am.”

“Uh ... not really.” So far, I didn’t like this angel very much.

“Yes, really,” Michael countered. “I know you think you’ve met one, but you haven’t. I’m a real angel. I can prove it.”

I set down my menu and folded my arms. “Go ahead.”

Michael laughed good-naturedly. “Well ... not right here. Not in the middle of all these people. There are rules, you know.”

“Oh ... right. The angel rules.” I caught the eye of my server and gestured for her to come to my table. “Yeah, I forgot all about those darn angel rules they taught me in third grade. Forgive me.”

“Jade, I don’t expect you to know them. Very few humans do.”

“Oh, of course!” Then I put up a finger to stop him from talking any further. “Except you’ve already lied to me. Because I’ve met an angel, and he was exactly what I thought an angel would look like. Tall, handsome, muscular, and not desperate for attention. And I saw his halo and wings.” I stared pointedly at his flamboyant clothes.

“What?” he asked. “I look good. You do realize angels don’t come in one shape and size, much like humans? And the man you met was no angel. Nicholas is a demon.”

I kept my cool even though my heart rate picked up a tick or two at that statement. “Why should I believe you? You could be a demon.”

“Now you’re starting to get it, Jade. You can’t trust someone just because they say they are an angel and show you their wing lines.”

“Wing lines?” I repeated.

Michael nodded. “They look like tattoos on the skin while they are dormant. Do you realize that both angels and demons have wings? And demons can fake halos quite easily.”

“Obviously,” I said, though I had not realized it at all.

Michael seemed to sense the deceit in my response but didn’t call me out on it. Instead, he signaled over a server.

“Hello, young lady,” he said in greeting, even though the woman was at least in her mid-forties. “How are the eggs at your establishment?”

“Not bad,” the lady said. “How do you like them?”

“I don’t suppose Benedict would be an option?” Michael’s tone was incredibly polite. He was so polite it almost seemed like he was being condescending. “On toast with extra butter and bacon?”

“Yeah, we can do that for you. Do you want two?”

Michael folded his menu. “I’m feeling a bit peckish. How about four eggs made into two bacon and egg Benedict sandwiches?”

“You got it, angel,” she said. Then she looked at me. “And for you, Miss?”

I blinked several times. “You just called him ‘angel.’”

The server shrugged. “Okay? Is that a problem?”

Michael laughed. “No. Of course not. My friend is very sensitive to pet names. Oh, and by the way, I’ll be paying for her order, too.”

The server gave me an expectant look as she waited for me to select something. I ordered a salad. Our menus were whisked away.

Michael watched the server leave with a sad smile. “She’s a good-hearted woman.”

“Who?”

“Elizabeth, our server. She’s had a hard life. Some bad choices early on set her back, but she has tried to make the best of it. Elizabeth was quite a beauty in her teens. That got to her head. I don’t hold it against her. She didn’t have much else going for her. Low-income family. Not much help with her schoolwork from Mom. When she was thirteen, her father abandoned the family for a nun, if you believe it. Then, he was arrested and sentenced to prison for possession of narcotics with intent to sell. Elizabeth used her looks to get her what she wanted. And what she wanted was some love and attention.”

“How could you know that?”

“Oh...” Michael drummed his fingers together. “I know quite a bit more. She got pregnant at seventeen, and to her credit, she took childrearing very seriously. She worked herself half to death to give her daughter the chances she didn’t have. Her daughter is now a plastic surgeon in Atlanta and is very generous with her money toward her mom. Elizabeth doesn’t have to work, but that’s what she knows.”

Our server returned with our drinks.

After she set mine down, I said, “Excuse me. You don’t happen to have a daughter in Atlanta, do you?”

The server’s face turned into a beam of joy. “Yes! My daughter lives down there. Do you know Beth?”

“She’s a plastic surgeon?”

“Yes! Oh, my goodness. What’s your name? I’ll tell her you came in.”

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t know her. I used to live in Atlanta, and I did a consultation with her once. You know...” I gestured at my boobs. “I didn’t go through with it. She mentioned her mother working in Denver. And you two look so much alike. I just had to ask.”

Elizabeth blushed. “You’re too sweet.” Then, she proceeded to brag matronly about her daughter’s accomplishments before leaving our table to check on others.

I hunched down and leaned forward. “How did you do that?”

“The ease with which you lie is almost eerie,” Michael said. “But to answer your question, we have scores and scores of angels whose jobs are to gather intel so we know these kinds of things. And I can access that information at any time.”

I wasn’t convinced. It could be a trick coordinated by him and the server. I tried to think of something he could not possibly know. “Okay ... who was my third-grade homeroom teacher?”

“Maria Pearsen.”

Crap. That was right. “Who did Marcy cheat on me with?”

“Which time?”

“What?”

Michael pursed his lips and winced. “Nothing. I was...” He cleared his throat. “Marcy cheated on you with a succubus—a particularly skilled succubus—named Angelica. Ironic, isn’t it? Your ex-girlfriend was under the influence of alcohol and potent pheromones.”