SWNOVELS Chapter Downsides
The window. I mumble to myself.
I must have left the window open to the balcony. Crap, I don’t want to get up yet. I whine to myself.
Why can’t I think it shut or wave my hand.
I am not tired, really; I am sated. I am off from work, and I don’t have any pressing issues right now. The bed is so comfy. Besides, I am still feeling the lingering effects of last night.
With a smirk and my eyes still closed, I halfheartedly flick my wrist outward. Nothing.
Yeah, like that shit’s going to work. I think to myself.
It could.
I scrunch up my forehead, eyes still closed, and visualize the window closing. Then, I flip my wrist down. To my horror, surprise, and delight, the window bangs shut, startling me out of bed. I stand there, at the side of the bed, staring at the now-closed window with my mouth open.
As if it were in awe, too, my towel slips to the floor, and I am now naked.
Naked and intrigued.
Stepping over the towel on the floor, I walk over to the window, and it is indeed shut. I run my hand over the window as if my touch is much more reliable than my eyes.
Shut, but not locked.
The thought wiggled its way into my brain, sucking any joy out of the accomplishment and triggering the need to overachieve.
So I concentrate on the locks, flicking my wrist to and fro, up and down. Nothing.
Finally, I blow on it.
What?! It worked in the fifth element movie. Admit it, it might have worked, and you would have been impressed!
What? Oh, did it work?.... Okay, so...No.... that didn’t work either.
I tried to visualize myself locking the window. The latch started to inch forward, but it wasn’t easy. It felt heavy, like lifting a weight. Beads of sweat formed on my lip and temples from the effort I was exerting. Just a little more, and I will have it, I grunted through clenched teeth. Almost there. The lock rewarded me by moving incrementally forward.
Lissa Noel thought. My body reacted to hearing him call my name and involuntarily contract.
“What the hell!?″ I said in exasperation
My concentration broken, the latch returned to its original position with a smug click. I blinked to refocus. Feeling slightly deflated and sweaty, I looked up from the latch and out the window. I meet my neighbor’s eyes as he is standing in his window eating a bowl of cereal with a shit-eating grin on his face. I remember that I am still naked to my dismay and my neighbor’s pleasure. Naked, sweaty, and a little peeved. We continue staring at each other. I smile, and out of his line of sight, I flick my wrist forward. He is now covered in....yep...Fruit Loops and milk. He looks over to see if I am still there, and I reward him with a bird and a smile.
Manually flipping the latches on the window with a bit of an attitude, I snatch the curtains closed and head once again to the bathroom. On my way in, I swipe at the sweat on my lip. A flash of red catches my eye as I drop my hand down.
Now what? I think as I flip on the light and look in the mirror, Hmmph, My freaking nose is bleeding. Not bad, but a tiny trickle. I hope I didn’t break something I am going to need later.
The hot water soothes me back in the shower, and the glass enclosure is shrouded in steam. I close my eyes and rinse my face in the stream of hot water. Then... I smell him. A smile stretches across my lips.
Noel
I think happily to myself. I smell his body wash, the male muskiness uniquely his own. The water seems to have gotten colder.
Wait a fucking minute!
I open my eyes. I blink. I look around.
No, No, This isn’t right!
I see him. No, not in my mind. I am not in my shower.
I’m in his. Oh my God! I am in his shower!
My heart is beating 50 miles a minute. He is right in front of me! Oh shit! Can he see me? I think in a panic. I am holding my breath, afraid to breathe. Afraid to move.
Wait, I am behind him. Calm down. Breathe. He hasn’t turned around yet.
Lucky for me.
The lukewarm water is a bit cooler coming off of him, and I shiver. I also take a minute to appraise his very fit backside and notice his shower is quite a bit roomier than mine. I look into his mind.
He is busy washing and thinking about his speech for later today. I have to pick up my suit and tie. I hope I can get the damn thing straight this time. I pull out of his mind just as his hand reaches his cock, and he thinks about me again.
Damn, why can’t I get her out of my mind? He thinks as he runs his hand up and down the length of his thickening member. I bet she tastes good. I got a few minutes.
I have got to get out of here.
I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine my shower stall, my loofah, my body wash, and when I open them, I am safe and sound back at home, in my shower. The water is nice and hot like I like it. Tears well up in my eyes. That could have turned out so much worse.
Remember those downsides I mentioned reader, …yeah, this would be one of them.
Like a junkie, fiendish for another fix, I reach out to touch Noel’s mind. The familiar tingling starts in my lower abdomen. I feel flushed, and my center contracts violently. My breast swell and my nipples become taut. I am with him again in his fantasy. I feel his hands all over my body. His cock was hard and pressing against my stomach. His lips...Oh, his lips are everywhere, burning a trail of fire down toward my belly button. I cup my vagina with my hand as if to block his entrance.
No, I whimper, Not now, and sink to the floor of the shower stall. I pull my mind away from his.
After allowing myself a few more languid moments of pity, I get up off the shower floor and quickly wash myself up and exit the stall. I grab a fresh towel from the linen closet and dry myself off. A quick check in the mirror confirms my nose bleed has stopped, and I am now staring into two sorrowful brown eyes. I should be enjoying the fact that I can move between spaces like that.
“There are a million applications for a talent like that,” I say in my best Siri voice.
I’m scared. I keep thinking I will pop up in hell and not be able to pop back out. I wish there were someone to help me go through this. It might be a little more fun that way...Maybe.
I picked up my toothbrush and switched it on. As soon as I touched my gums with the bristles, it hurt. Not like a little pain but a bad, searing, like, run, don’t walk to the nearest dentist hurt. I switched off the toothbrush and gingerly touched my gum. It felt swollen. I looked in the mirror and pulled up my lip to see if I could figure out what the heck was happening. My gums were moving.
My gums are moving! I screamed in my head.
My eyes were wide with terror. They were swelling and receding and then re-expanding again. The pain in my gums built quickly until it was overbearing. Rocking back and forth, holding my hand over my mouth, I screamed into my hand. I screamed and cried. My stomach contracted, and I felt I was going to be sick; I ran to the toilet and retched. Dry heaving over and over, produced nothing but a little food I had eaten yesterday, bile and saliva. Eventually, I threw up blood when nothing was left in my gut.
Not sure if you are keeping track...downside.
I am not sure how long I was in the bathroom writhing in pain and retching, but it stopped just as quickly as it started. The pain was gone. I ...felt fine. No weakness. No vomit, yuck mouth. I went to look in the mirror, and my gums were a lovely healthy shade of pink, and my teeth looked white, pearly, and firm. I smiled like Chester Cheetah. I stuck my tongue out this way and that and looked all around my pie hole and could see no malformations.
Well, alrighty then. Guess it was some internal upgrade.
I washed my face and once again started the toothbrush. I paused briefly before putting it in my mouth, anticipating another bout of pain, but it was thankfully uneventful as I placed it against my teeth.
After gargling and rinsing my mouth out, I went back over to the toilet to flush it. The sound of something bumping against the porcelain stopped me in my tracks. I looked just as the bowl emptied and thought I saw something small and white disappear down the drain. Confused about what it could be, I assumed I had chipped something off the seat.
Great, I guess I just lost my deposit.
I considered taking another shower and looked dubiously at the stall. I’ll wait. opting instead to wash up in the sink. I slipped into a superman t-shirt and some soft cotton shorts and headed into the kitchen for a snack. I made a beeline to the living room sofa five minutes later with snacks and a drink in hand.
I spent the rest of the afternoon watching television and trying not to think about Noel or this morning’s episode. After a few shows, I decided to get in a little bit of fresh air and went for a walk in the park. I inhaled the fresh city garden air, and my whole being felt alive. I felt part of nature. I exhaled, and a breeze simultaneously blew as if Mother Nature and I were in sync.
I wondered what Noel was doing but fought the urge valiantly to reach for his mind. I wondered if there were others like me. Of course, there had to be. I couldn’t be alone in this, could I? The park provided no answers for me. I headed home.
The afternoon quickly faded into evening, and the smell of rain was in the air as I got back to my apartment. Pushing the elevator button, I was reminded again about the stubborn latch from this morning. On the ride up in the empty elevator, I used the time to travel the 12 floors to visualize opening and closing the latch, pulling and pushing it. Determined not to let it beat me, I decided to try once again.
Inside my apartment, I went straight over to the balcony window, pulled the curtains back, and as I was reaching to unlock it manually, it clicked open. Confused, my hand suspended in the air like I had just shot a pretty two-pointer, I visualized closing it, and it clicked back in the other direction. I tried it a few more times to ensure it wasn’t a fluke, and it was consistent. Okay, I guess I was doing something wrong this morning. Feeling renewed, I tried opening the window, and it opened with ease. I closed it and opened it a few more times to make sure I had it right. Closing the curtains back with a wave of my hand, I looked around my apartment for other things to move. I opened and closed doors and drawers around my apartment for the next hour or so.
The rain had started to fall sometime during the last hour while I was playing around with my new abilities. Finally deciding it was safe to jump in the shower again and feeling much more like myself after emerging uneventfully from the same shower I stepped into, I looked at the clock on the wall and realized I had not picked out anything to wear for the event I was supposed to go to this evening. I was a co-worker’s plus one and had promised to meet her there for at least the dinner and speeches so she could put in an appearance without looking like a loser. She was currently ‘in between relationships,’ as she put it. Yes, those are air quotes. I was temping, so I did not get an invite. Shelly, legally Shelby Kaufeldstein, was a social butterfly and immediately assigned herself to me on my first day in the office two years ago and has not unattached herself yet. She was a perky blond waif of a thing and flitted more than walked, always smiling. She was like-able-ish.
What to wear... I thought as I headed to my closet.
I decided on a clingy LBD with a deep neckline, form-fitting skirt, and a scandalous plunging cutout in the back. I slipped the dress on. I liked what I saw in the mirror. My girls were ample and prominently displayed and ready for a night out. I stepped into a pair of itty bitty string thongs and then added some ski-high black and silver pumps and a little silver clutch; I figured I would turn a few heads. I spent considerable time on my hair and finally decided to do a messy top knot. A little mascara and a touch of raisin plum lip gloss, and the kid was almost ready to go. My honey skin was radiant. My eyes were luminous. I’d fuck me. I said jokingly to the mirror and blew myself a kiss.
I reached in the back of my panty drawer and pulled out a small box. In my trinket jar, on the dresser, was the key to open it. The pendant and ring were vintage pieces. When I was a child in the orphanage, they were given to me a gift from a mother that died during my birth. Taking out the delicate silver necklace and pendant that currently held ten tiny opalescent gemstones in a perfect circle the size of a quarter, I placed it around my neck. The charm fits snugly between my breasts. I put the silver ring on my finger. It had a beautiful blood-red stone that sat just off-center in its intricate design—the wraparound-designed band ending in a sharp point.
I picked up my little clutch and dropped the box and key into it, ready to go. Through all of this, the pendant and ring were the only two things I could never leave behind after giving myself a once-over in the mirror. I looked around the apartment wistfully; then headed to the front door. This would probably be the last time I saw it.
To Be Continued...
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