Rogue Magus
Chapter 39

Copyright© 2014 by TechnicDragon

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 39 - Nominated Best Erotic Science Fiction Story 2016 -- Jordan has gone missing and Seth is determined to find her. A number of issues block his path however: Deputy Lawson wants to arrest him, the Syndicate wants him dead, and other Magi are bent on taking his power for their own. Can Seth find Jordan and finally end the Lockdown?

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Magic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Tit-Fucking   Size   Big Breasts   Public Sex   Slow   Violence  

I stepped out of a door to a pool party. I knew this party. It was the one Jordan took me to the day she told me about my heritage. In fact, this was the day I had sex for the very first time. It was a day of many firsts for me.

I was back in those short shorts Jordan bought for me, and I held my towel. I remembered I put the rest of my stuff in Jordan’s car so I wouldn’t have to go looking for it when we decided to leave.

This was crazy. Why would Rho have me and Jordan replay that day? We had sex that day. In fact, I was pretty sure I would have creamed my shorts in the pool if she kept touching me the way she did. I didn’t understand why we were back here, but then from the way Rho talked, this might not have anything to do with what really happened that day. She had assigned Jordan some kind of requirement that I had to meet. Maybe this was just Rho’s way of making things a bit easier for me. I would have to ask her when this was over.

I set my towel on the patio next to the door and made my way to the pool. I remembered making a detour though. There was a table laden with food and, and just like the first time, my stomach wasn’t going to let me go without eating. I made myself a plate, grabbed a soda from the cooler and sat at the closest table watching everyone else splashing and playing.

I remembered hearing guys back at the dorm earlier that morning and what they said about seeing girls at the party. There was nothing but skimpy bikinis everywhere I looked. The number of guys didn’t bother me this time. It looked like the count was pretty even, but then I wasn’t going to hook up with anyone other than Jordan either.

A couple of girls walk by. They were wet from head to toe. Both of them were lean and fit, filling out their nearly pointless bits of material with deeply tanned curves. They didn’t have Jordan’s curves, but that didn’t detract from their beauty either. I wasn’t caught this time though. My experience allowed me to remain cool and calm as they walked by. I was tempted to set my paper plate aside and let them gaze upon my reaction to them, but that could lead to complications I didn’t need.

Finished with my food, I remained in my seat a little while so I wouldn’t cramp up when I finally jumped into the pool. The same two girls walked by again and giggled as they passed me. I wasn’t pale anymore, not like I was that day, which meant either they really thought I was cute or something else was wrong. No, nothing was wrong. Girls giggled for a number of reasons, including a defensive measure when they were trying to cover up their attraction to guys. I watched them walk away, and both gave me heated expressions over their shoulders. I winked at them and they giggled again.

Feeling full and ready to swim, I tossed my plate and empty can in the trash, and turned to the pool. I jumped into the deep end of the pool. The water felt great, just like that day, and I swam a couple of laps.

I pulled myself up onto the edge of the pool at the deep end, and watched the others. I looked up at the house and wondered if I could go inside. Was a replica of Danielle in there? Would she be crying?

My train of thought was interrupted by the feel of someone’s hands slipping up onto my knees from the pool. I looked down to find Jordan coming up for air with a smile on her face. “Found ya!” she said when she surfaced.

I couldn’t help but smile. Her hair was slicked back by the water and her smile was open and warm. She was beautiful and looked just like that day in this pool. I was pretty sure something was supposed to be different in this encounter. We were supposed to do something different. For the moment though, I followed through with the same questions as before. I glanced at the house and said, “I haven’t been out here that long. Is Danielle okay?”

Jordan studied my face for a moment and then said, “She will be. She’s mad now. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t expected. Roger was mad about her having the party without telling him.”

Nodding at Jordan, I asked, “Is there anything I can do?”

Jordan tilted her head to the side, studying my face for a second and then smiled again. “I doubt it, but I’ll let her know you offered.” She came up out of the water more, grabbed my hand and dove back in saying, “In the mean time...”

Her move was so sudden I didn’t have time to think, and I fell in with her. We wrestled around a bit under the water and then came up for air. “You’re a lot stronger than you look,” I said, catching my breath. I was taller and her muscles weren’t exactly defined, or cut.

She splashed me. “Naw, you’re just easy.”

I smiled, dropped down into the water and grabbed her ankles. She kicked at me but I had a good grip and lifted her feet up out of the water. Once I hit air, I let her go.

She came up splashing and it was on.

For a few minutes we were both five years old again, and I enjoyed it for what it was. More than anything I was happy to see Jordan again.

Howls and whistles accompanied by Danielle’s name caught our attention. Both of us turned around and watched the redhead walking toward our end of the pool. Jordan moved toward the edge and I followed, knowing what was about to happen.

Danielle smiled and waved off the invitations to dive in. All of the attention seemed to make her feel better and she looked much more at home with the party she was hosting. She sat down on the edge of the pool and leaned toward Jordan. I was close enough to hear them. She kicked her feet in the water and said, “I’m going to be inside for a little while making some phone calls. Can you make sure this crowd doesn’t get too rambunctious?”

Jordan nodded. “Absolutely.”

Danielle looked at me and smiled again. “Could you help her out?” I couldn’t help but return the smile and nodded. She winked and got up. “Shout if you need me. I’ll be in my room.”

Jordan and I watched her go, and then the wet brunette turned to me. “So, now that we’re in charge, what should we do?” The smile on her face suggested several possibilities, and knowing Jordan most of those possibilities involved getting naked.

Before I could suggest anything, however, one of the other guys yelled, “Marco Polo!” Everyone calmed down and looked around. He stood near the center of the pool, up to his chest in the water. He was smiling and nodding at all the looks. Before there was any real reaction from everyone, he looked over at one of the girls, a brunette in a dark blue two piece, and held out his hand to her. She giggled, accepted his offer and let him pull her very close. Smiling at everyone else, he said, “Find a partner!”

I watched everyone else partner up. Then Jordan moved up behind me, ran her hand over my shoulder to my chest, and said in my ear, “You move and I’ll hang on.”

Compared to our rambunctious actions while we’d been splashing and dunking one another, her gentle touch, soft voice and heated breath caused a big rush. I nodded. Nothing else needed saying.

She pressed her chest into my back with her momentum. She was soft, not just of skin, but in the way her breasts molded against me. My heart raced, and I was excited in more ways than one.

Rather than ignore the feelings Jordan’s touch and body inspired, I let it fill me while I looked around for the announcer. He and his partner were going first. They held hands and reached out in opposite directions with their free hands. Doing that, they could cover a lot more ground. As per the normal game, they both called out “Marco!” and the rest of the players yelled, “Polo!” With their reach though, it didn’t take long before the girl grabbed the ankle of one of the other guys.

There was plenty of laughter going on, everyone was having fun, but when the guy that was caught finally stood up and cleared his face, he cried foul. “You two aren’t doing it right,” he said. Everyone else seemed to disagree, siding with the original chasers, but he stood there shaking his head with a big grin on his face. I knew what was coming and I was eager for it. “Nope,” he said. “You two can reach out too far like that. You can sweep too much of the pool too easily.”

Next to me, Jordan said, “Okay, how should we do it then?”

The guy looked our way and his smile got bigger, if that was possible. He pulled his partner to him, a bottled blonde wearing a deep green one piece that had as little material as many of the two pieces. He held out his hand for everyone to wait and whispered something into her ear. Then he turned to the crowd and said, “We’ll show you.”

The girl jumped up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, and kissed him. I hoped it was a requirement. I wanted to kiss Jordan.

The new chasers lowered down into the water. He had his hands stretched out behind her, and she held on with her legs and one arm while reaching out with her other. They moved as a single unit with three hands, but without the reach of the previous team.

“That’s more interesting,” Jordan said with a grin. I nodded in agreement.

At first, when we moved through the pool to dodge the chasers, Jordan only held on with one or both hands, like some kind of cape. I let her, only to save her from a close call by grabbing her firm, full butt cheek and pulling her to me. She cooed happily in my ear and wrapped her legs around me. “Thank you,” she said in my ear, breathing hard from laughing.

I only smiled more inanely. I hadn’t had this much fun with Jordan in all the time since the day this originally happened. It felt good to have her wrapped around me like that again, and I couldn’t wait until she discovered my reaction to her.

I held Jordan’s legs to me in front, worried that she might accidently graze or even kick me in her enthusiasm for the game. However, she turned out to have very strong legs. She never slipped, and whenever I had to lunge away from the chasers, she tightened down with a squeal of excitement.

After a couple of rounds, when we were far enough from the chasers that I could whisper and not be easily heard, I said, “You have great legs.”

She squeezed them around me. “Do I?” she asked with a saucy grin in my ear. I nodded, matching her smile. She seemed to like the compliment and fished for another, rubbing her chest into my back. “And what else do you like?” Her voice rose in turn to call out, “Polo!”

I was grinning and couldn’t stop. I wanted to talk to her, to really talk about what happened since she was kidnapped, but I refrained and settled with, “You have the most amazing eyes.”

“But like this,” she said, gently rubbing her chin softly along my shoulder, “you can’t see my eyes.”

All at once, I realized what the requirement was for this encounter. The first time we lived through this day, she had been trying to seduce me into giving her some of my power, but I didn’t know that and fended off her sexy yet subtle innuendo. It was time to give in.

We were far enough from the chasers that I could hold still long enough to do what I finally decided to do. I slid my hands along her legs to her thighs. “Then maybe I should see them again,” I said and pulled her around me.

She didn’t fight me. She let me move her around until she was settled in front of me. “Oh, this is better,” she said with a grin.

I nodded and stared into her eyes. “Yes, much better.” Then I looked down at the deep line of cleavage she offered just below the surface of the water. “I can see so much better. I love those steel-blues of yours.”

For a second, she didn’t say anything, not even to reply to the chasers calling, “Marco!”

“No one’s ever seen the blue before,” she said. “All they see is gray.” There was amazement in her voice. Then she grinned and added, “But then, a lot of guys don’t even see my eyes.”

I grinned at her. “I can’t imagine why,” I said.

She giggled and rubbed her chest into mine.

I couldn’t say anything at the moment because the chasers were getting really close.

Jordan giggled like a little girl when I had to lunge to get away. We both went under for a second, but I got my feet under me and pulled us up out of the water. She coughed and sputtered while I put some distance between us and the chasers. When I felt safe again I asked, “You okay?” She nodded with her chin on my shoulder and we focused on the game again.

For several rounds the chasers either didn’t come near us, or when they did they couldn’t catch us. Since my limbs were really the only ones anyone could grab, because Jordan’s were securely wrapped around me like a human version of an octopus, all I had to do was move and pull out of anyone’s line of attack.

The initial excitement of having Jordan couldn’t wane. Holding her in front of me, she was in the perfect position to rub herself against me. I wasn’t used to being teased so much, but then we were in a pool with twenty other people. Maybe my idea of sex in the pool was wrong. My idea was really put to the test when one of the chasers finally caught me.

 
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