Marc 12: Men in Black

I’m not sure what to think about what happened when I was released from the hospital this morning.

I thought I had it all worked out to have Amy pick me up. Man, did it feel good to get back into street clothes again. A week in one of those hospital gowns is more air conditioning than a guy needs, especially with Nurse Vickie coming and going all the time.

Or perhaps I should say she was cuming and going. I’ve made another four points over the past couple of days, though I did promise to pay Vickie back some night after I recovered enough to head to Points Club.

“You’re a pretty popular guy, Marc,” Vickie said as she pushed my wheelchair toward the hospital’s front doors. “Three cars showed up to drive you home.”

What the heck? As Vickie wheeled me out the entrance, I saw Amy driving away. She waved, but didn’t stop.

Then I saw Chastity.

“Hi Marc. We need to talk.” She looked worried. “I may have overstepped a few boundaries.”

A black SUV was parked down a way and two guys in black suits stepped out. They were smiling, but something just didn’t feel right.

“Mr. Stevens. We need to ask you a few questions.”

They reached into their jackets and pulled out some credentials. I saw FBI, and their pictures on the cards and got the feeling that these are not the kind of guys you want asking you questions.

“No, you don’t.” The voice came from behind me, just as everything started to dim to black — like the sun just shut off. The sky suddenly darkened. The two guys froze. Their eyes were open, but they didn’t move. I’m not even sure they were breathing.

I turned and saw Vickie, still holding the wheelchair, standing stiffly just like the men. It was as if time had just stopped.

A thin ray of light was all that illuminated the area. I knew it was morning, but it was as if a thin spotlight was shining down on the sidewalk in the middle of the night. A man stepped forward into the dim illumination.

“You got here just in time, Adam,” I heard chastity say, but I couldn’t see her in the darkness.

The man took off his jacket and I saw that his lower torso was covered in strange tattoos.

“Don’t worry, Chas. I got this.” He handed his jacket off into the darkness. I caught just a glimpse of Chastity as she took it. Even though I couldn’t see anything, I felt the air around me crackling with some kind of energy.

Suddenly the sun was shining brightly again. It took my eyes a moment to adjust, and by the time they did, the two men in black had put their credentials away and gone back to their SUV.

As they drove off, Chastity handed the man back his jacket. “You’re such a showoff. Now, get out of here before…you know.”

He cocked her a smile. “Oh yeah…I know.” Then he walked away.

From behind me I heard, “Bye, Marc. Take it easy now.” I realized Nurse Vickie was walking away, pushing the wheelchair back toward the hospital entrance. It was like she never saw what had just happened.

I must have stood stunned, because the next thing I know Chastity is taking my hand and leading me toward her car. “Come on, Marc. I know you’re confused, and I can’t even begin to explain it all to you right now. Just get in the car and let me take you home.”

She drove without saying a word until we were parked in front of my apartment building.

“Who’s Adam?” I asked as she pulled into a parking spot. Her eyes flew wide and she looked at me.

Her expression sobered. “You remember him?”

“Yeah?” How could I forget?

“Damn it, you must have some kind of natural shielding.” She shook her head. She seemed frantic. Finally, she took a deep breath.

“Marc, you have to forget what just happened. It’s dangerous stuff. My friend just fixed my goof-up and as far as everyone else is concerned, it didn’t happen, so don’t push it. It could mean your life.”

A cold knot twisted in my stomach. She was serious.

“I see you’re worried,” she said. “Let me come up with you and help take your mind off things.”

I know Chastity has messed with my mind before. She has some kind of psychic/mind-reading abilities. She won’t admit it, but I know it’s true.

Still, I trust her.

We entered my apartment and I offered. “Some wine?”

God, it was good to be home. A week in the hospital had made me appreciate the couple of rooms of shabby furniture I can call mine.

Chastity shook her head. “What I need more than wine right now, is you, fucking my brains out. I can’t explain why, but I really need that.”

“Will I get any sort of explanation after that?” I asked.

She smiled and cocked her head. “Probably not.”

I shrugged. “Okay, then.”

I pulled her into my arms and brought my lips to hers. As I said before, I trust her. If she can’t tell me anything, I’ll have to learn to live with that.

She palmed my crotch, and yeah, I’m hard as a rock. Nurse Vicky was good at getting me off in the hospital a couple of times, but it didn’t really pass for decent fucking, if you know what I mean. And, while I was still a little sore, sex with Chastity isn’t something I was about to miss out on.

Her body is something fantastic — all lush curves and soft, warm skin. She’s fit and beautiful and…Yeah!

I had her shirt and bra off, and her breast in my mouth before we hit my bedroom door. In fact, there was a trail of clothing leading from the front door to my bed, and we were both completely naked as we tumbled onto my bed. (But, yes, I did trip once trying to get my jeans off and almost spilled us both onto the floor.)

Lying safely on the bed, she takes my cock in her warm fingers, and pumps it in a way that makes me even harder. “I need this inside me. Deep inside me as soon as possible.”

I finger her yoni (Thanks, Rain Song, for that term. I love it.) and she’s wet and ready. Kneeling between her legs, I push into her, and everything is right with the universe. Nothing hurts anymore.

She’s in my mind, I know it, playing with my pleasure centers, enhancing the experience. Maybe she’s also messing with my memories, trying to make me forget what happened at the hospital. In any case, it’s a total mind fuck, and I’m flying on adrenaline and passion.

“Oh God, yes!” she cries out. “Fuck me, Marc.”

She’s already coming undone in my arms. I pump harder, the sensations spiraling out of control.

My orgasm erupts from my balls and quakes through my core. My cock pulses hard and, though I try to hold back, enjoying every last microsecond of ecstasy, I can’t help but let go. I push in, balls deep, and spurt my hot jism again and again into her.

You know the term the Earth moved? It applies here.

Under me, she’s gasping for breath, riding her own release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I roll to the side before crashing down into her, and she comes with me as my cock softens and slips out of her. “Is that what you needed?” I ask.

She nods. “More than you know. Thanks, Marc.”

Her breathing settles, and she closes her eyes. “I think I could sleep now.” She does look spent.

I kiss her on the cheek. “You sleep. I’ve got something to do.”

I slipped out of bed and booted up my computer. I figured I should write everything I could remember.

I really didn’t plan on posting this, but I wanted to get it down in case she does manage to make me forget. And then it hit me. What the hell, no one is going to believe me anyway.

So, I hit publish…then went back to bed.

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