Seer 1. I See Dying People (1/2)
Copyright© 2004 by Kyros
Part 4
Erotica Sex Story: Part 4 - Melissa has been having visions since she was fifteen years old. She has always thought of them as hallucinations. When she goes to Moon River to attend college, she becomes involved with a world where myths about demons and magic becomes real, and she finds it necessary to question her initial assumption that her visions were just hallucinations. This is part one of a two-episode series introduction.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual NonConsensual Mind Control Magic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Masturbation Slow Caution School
When they stopped again Melissa looked out through the cab window and frowned. It was late and rain was still pouring down. She stepped out under the umbrella the cab driver has holding for her.
“I’ll take that,” she said and reached for the umbrella.
When she did her fingers brushed over his. The driver was a young man, maybe no more than five years her senior, he was tall and he filled out his uniform in just the right places. Melissa felt a tingle in her belly and like ripples on the surface of a pond the one tingle propagated into several that spread through her body.
Maybe I should invite him for a cup of coffee? she thought when her thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
Several lamps down the street a lonely figure was hurrying along the deserted sidewalk. She was dressed in a slim black coat, one hand holding the collar to keep the rain out and the other carrying a bag almost as big as herself. Melissa guessed the woman must have been about a hand’s breath shorter than her. It was hard to see much of the woman’s face; she was looking down, trying to keep the rain out of her eyes.
From the way she walked Melissa got the impression she was some kind of athlete, maybe even a dancer. However, her coat didn’t really seem to fit the more aesthetic affiliation. Neither did her leather pants or snakeskin boots.
When the approaching woman looked up, the light from the street lamps played over her face. She looked like she was around twenty years old. Her face was jaded and her features determined. Her raven black hair was plastered to her head and clung to her cheeks. Drops of rain left its tips now and then.
She was moving smoothly in a very self-assured way, almost turning her progress towards Melissa and the cab into a dance. When the distance between them decreased further Melissa noticed the woman was looking straight at her and suddenly she felt worried.
What is she carrying in that bag? Melissa thought. Maybe a gun or...
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