Chapter 6

~Sunday 13 October, 2024~

April was so comfortable she barely noticed the movement beside her. A gentle hand brushed the hair out of her face, soft lips pressed against hers. Fingers found her thigh, dancing along her skin as they slid higher. She instinctively shifted, allowing the fingers to press against her vulva.

“Mm,” April moaned softly as her pussy flooded with moisture.

“April,” Evan whispered, kissing her as his hand slid into her shirt to hold a small breast.

Evan’s touch felt amazing, and April was soon writhing against him as he fingered her. She grabbed his wrist as she moaned and gasped. He slid two fingers into her cunt, rubbing her clit with his thumb as he pinched her nipple. April’s body shuddered, her leg shaking as she came.

“That was a great way to wake up,” April giggled cutely.

“I’m glad you enjoyed,” he grinned.

“My turn,” she husked.

Sliding down the bed, April took him between her lips and started bobbing her head. She sucked on him for a couple minutes before releasing his dick with a pop. Straddling him, April took hold of his shaft and guided it toward her entrance. Her eyelids fluttered as she sank down on him.

Placing her hands on his chest, April started bouncing up and down in his lap. Evan slid his hands up her body, pushing the tie out of the way as he cupped her breast. Her nails dug into his chest as her other hand reached behind her so she could massage his balls. A few minutes later, Evan held her tits, pulling her down on him as he filled her pussy with warm cum.

“Life is good,” Evan sighed as April lifted herself off him, a hand between her legs to keep his cum inside.

“Agreed,” April nodded, lying down beside him, finally feeling like things were settled in her life.

“I love you,” Evan said sincerely.

“I love you, too,” she replied, kissing his cheek before glancing across the room. “Hey, the book didn’t move this time.”

Evan looked over at the leather book resting on the table beneath the television. “It probably had a great view from there.”

“I’m still mostly-covered,” April reasoned, grabbing her glasses off the bedside table. “Are you suggested it liked watching your butt flex as you did me from behind?”

“It’s a perverted book,” he shrugged.

“Don’t be mean to my book,” she swatted his chest playfully before slipping out of bed. “It has one last lesson for us.”

Grabbing some tissues, April wiped herself and tossed them in the trash before removing the socks. She picked up the book and brought it back to bed. Sitting cross-legged beside Evan, she placed the book in her lap. Before opening it, she picked up her phone and sent Lena a text to make sure she got home safely. Then April immediately turned to Lesson Ten: Union.

“Two may walk side-by-side, may touch, may burn, may hunger; yet still remain two,” April read softly. “Union is not the meeting of bodies but the moment in which the space between souls ceases to exist.”

Evan shifted beside her, his shoulder pressing against hers. “This one’s intense.”

“In Union, there is no waiting or longing. What one feels, the other knows. What one desires, the other answers,” April’s breathing was heavy as her fingers traced the page. “The world beyond fades as all things return to their simplest truth: two made one.”

The lesson pushed intensity and surrender to passion. Union was the ultimate intimacy. It was intense, something few couples could ever achieve. While it took work, the rewards were well worth it. April and Evan held each other close while April read through the text, both of them feeling connected to each other.

“Heed this, devoted hearts; Union is not meant to consume without end,” April read the last of the lesson. “Even the closest souls must return to themselves, lest they forget the shape of their own flame.”

“Same warning as yesterday,” Evan observed.

“What a way to end the final lesson,” April giggled, looking at Evan affectionately. “We’ll have to be careful.”

“I think we’ve gotten through our issues,” he smiled, taking her hand and squeezing it. “I’ve never felt better about us.”

“Neither have I,” she pecked his lips before turning back to the book and gasping.

“What? What is it?” Evan frowned.

“That was the end of the lesson,” April whispered, pointing. “Now there’s another line.”

Near the bottom of the page, beneath the warning, a final message had appeared in fresh ink. “Once joined, the flame will seek itself. Remember all lessons, lest your own fires burn you. Between moments of fire, there must be air. A desperate flame will seek any vessel to contain it.”

“That wasn’t there before,” Evan frowned.

“I know,” she mumbled nervously.

“Okay, hold on,” I prop myself on one elbow, staring at April.

April blinks at me like I’m yanking her from somewhere far away. “What?”

“No,” I point at her. “You don’t get to just slide past that.”

“You’re talking about the new sentence, right?” she sighs.

“April, why do you keep insisting this is all true?” I ask plainly. “You’ve told me a lot of fantasy stories before, and I love them. It’s fine if you’re making this up.”

“I had time to prepare those and they weren’t nearly as involved as this one,” April points out. “Whenever you’ve asked me randomly for a story, it’s always been true. Do you really think I could make up something this elaborate on the spot? Just after you woke me up?”

“Uh, I hadn’t really thought of that, “I admit with a wince. “But, c’mon! There’s no such thing as magic.”

“Yes, there is,” April reaches out to cup my face. “What we have is magic. It was magic the way we found each other again. The horrible things that have happened in Ashwood that haven’t broken Steven or the girls? That’s magic. Small things we do for each other, random kindness. Magic. There is magic around us all the time, we just have to know where to look.”

“That was really sweet,” I smile, pecking her lips. “But books can’t move on their own or write themselves.”

“This one did, Stacey,” she says with such sincerity that I suddenly believe her.

“You’re not a good liar,” I whisper, unable to comprehend a supernatural book. “You start giggling when I look into your eyes.”

“I’m telling the truth,” April insists, her thumb brushing my cheek. “This is all true.”

“I don’t understand,” I reply honestly.

“Neither do I,” she sighs. “Maybe we don’t have to understand everything. Life is full of unanswered questions.”

“Where’s the book now?” I ask plainly as her hands return to my bare breasts.

“We’ll get there,” April nods slowly. “There’s still more to the story.”

“Speaking of the story, I like how you keep calling yourself a nerd,” I giggle, running a hand along her side.

“I use an old thirty pin RAM stick as a keychain, I’m a nerd,” she grins. “I’m your sexy, slutty nerd.”

“Maybe we should just fuck instead of talk,” I muse, batting my eyelashes. “Cumming on your tongue would relax me enough to sleep.”

“Mm, I do know how to eat a cunt, and yours is fucking delicious,” April licks her lips. “But I also know how to tell a good story. Don’t you want to hear the rest?”

“I do,” I acknowledge, still a little uncomfortable with believing in magic. “Things are about to get bad, aren’t they?”

“Why do you say that?” she wonders.

“You finished the lessons and the book warned you multiple times,” I explain. “I’m assuming this is when you both ignore the warning?”

April looks away from me sadly. “Something like that. Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes, please,” I whisper. “I think I might be going crazy for believing all this, but I want to know the rest. Please, tell me.”

“It looks like it was just written. Is the ink even dry?” Evan asked.

April ran her thumb across it. “It’s dry.”

“This might be the weirdest thing so far,” he commented with a nervous laugh.

For a few moments, neither of them spoke or moved. April then felt the warmth in her chest tugging at her, pulling her toward Evan. Just as she felt it, Evan reached over and took her hand. It was such a natural act, as if it were the only thing that could have possibly been done in that instant. She laced her fingers with his, feeling everything click into place.