Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 27: (Melissa)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 27: (Melissa) - Following a traumatic accident, Kal returns home with a gap in his memories. Strange dreams plague him as uncontrollable urges begin to rise.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Paranormal Were animal Sister Cream Pie First Oral Sex
“How’s the tea?” Miss Emily asked, her lips pursed as her gentle puff dissipated the steam hovering over her own cup. Her rectangular glasses fogged lightly as that heat rose, giving Melissa a short reprieve from those eyes that seemed to see through all her lies and half-truths.
“It’s okay,” she mumbled in response, sipping at the piping drink as if to show the scalding temperature didn’t bother her. It did, but that stubborn streak in her demanded she do so anyway.
“Mm.”
Okay, she knew it was a bullshit answer. But Melissa knew that she knew that it was, meaning it was a stalemate. So, that made the score about fifteen to five in Miss Emily’s favor today.
... if she stayed any longer, she might end up spilling something important. And wouldn’t Miss Emily just love that? But she wouldn’t show it, oh no, that would be too easy. She’d let it skate right on by, only to have the topic rear its ugly head several sessions down the line. The most galling thing about that was how much her advice seemed to help.
Were there a clock in the room, it would have filled the silence between them with that monotonous clicking. Instead, only the occasional sipping or blowing seemed to echo like thunder in the office.
“Um, what you said last time,” Melissa said, clearing her throat, unable to take the silence any longer.
“Yes?”
“The thing about the little things...”
Setting her cup daintily on the square side-table, Miss Emily folded her hands neatly in her lap.
“Focusing on the little things to help partition the moment into something digestible, yes, I recall.”
Of course, she wouldn’t just come out and ask why Melissa had raised that topic, that just wasn’t Miss Emily’s style. She’d sit there patiently until she somehow ripped the truth from Melissa’s lips with nothing but her serene gaze.
“Um, it, uh, it helped.”
“I’m glad.”
Melissa fidgeted with the hot cup in her hands, focusing on the steaming drink rather than anything else in the room.
“When I feel ... overwhelmed ... I just take it one step at a time. Like ... peeking out of a blind, only focusing on one thing until I’m ready for more.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“It ... Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
Well, sixteen to five for today, then. These meetings were quickly becoming lopsided score wise.
Melissa sighed into the collar of the oversized sweater she’d liberated from Kal’s room, his smell wrapping her like he was trying to comfort her after the emotionally draining session. If he were here, he’d probably remain silent, squeezing her hand as they swayed gently on the bus awaiting their stop. He might lean his head on top of hers, trying to mumble something supportive, only to receive a sidekick to the shin. It wouldn’t deter him though ... he’d know she didn’t mean it.
The brakes on the bus squealed like they’d needed oil a decade ago, coming to a slow grinding halt at her stop. It hadn’t been a long trip, but without him warming her hand she hadn’t felt like making the walk through the blistering cold. Of course, now she’d have to brave the three blocks home on her own.
Puffs of frost hung in the air as Melissa stepped off the bus, scrunching her neck to sink just that much deeper into the sweater and scarf.
Cars passed on the wintery road, the wind lightly buffeting her as they did so. Tugging her knit cap lower over her ears, she grumbled at not having Kal with her to shield her from this.
When she got home, she’d give him a good kick to the calf.
Turning down the side street, traffic abated, only the occasional parked car or bundled pedestrian scurrying along the other way her company.
The door to a car ahead opened, partially obstructing her path, a woman waving at her to get her attention.
“Excuse me, Melissa?”
Melissa’s steps slowed, searching her memory for this woman.