Will explained, “I’ve always felt that a part of Katie, my real mother, lives on inside me.”
“That’s a beautiful thought, Will.”
Will shrugged. “It might not be profound, but I really feel it. Sometimes, I can almost hear her giving me advice. Of course, it could very well be wishful thinking. I’m glad that my family adopted me; I don’t think I would have wanted to be an orphan in New York. My adopted family is truly wonderful. Having Katie a part of me is just like having a second mother around whenever I need her.”
I thought about living with my real father and shuddered.
Will noticed my reaction. “Kristen said that your mother remarried.”
I nodded.
“Your father was an alcoholic.”
My head turned toward Will. I never told that to Kristen. I knew that my mother didn’t talk much about my real father much either. “What makes you say that?”
Will shrugged. “That was just a hunch.”
Staring at Will, I said, quietly, “That’s the second lie you’ve told me since I’ve been here.”
We stopped walking, and intently looked at one another. Finally, Will nodded. “Yes. I have lied to you twice.”
“I know the reason for the first lie.”
Will changed the subject. “You don’t believe in auras, Jim.”
I answered truthfully. “I used to think things such as E.S.P. and all that were just foolishness. Nowadays, I don’t know what I believe anymore.”
Will smiled. “That’s a start.”
Will told me everything he knew of his real mother. Nobody ever told him anything, it seemed as if he always knew. She was a fortuneteller in Greenwich Village. She would tell fortunes simply by analyzing a person’s aura and interpolating how that person would react in a given situation.
Will added, “As I said, Jim, this may all be wishful thinking. It may be that every adopted person has some wonderful dreams about their real parents, but to me, Katie isn’t a fairy tale. She was a fortune teller and part-time prostitute.”
I didn’t have anything to say about this.
“You believe in magic,” Will pointed out.
“I might,” I agreed.
“That’s the aura I see around you: magic. I saw it once before, and my instinct was to run from it. The person with the magic was not a good person.”
I shrugged.
“You are different,” Will said. “I see in both Kristen’s aura and yours that the two of you are truly in love with one another. Her aura has changed significantly since I saw her this past summer, and it’s definitely due to your influence. I’m really happy that Kris has found true love.”
We ended up once again on Massachusetts Avenue, and found Kristen a little while later. We ate lunch at a small Cambodian restaurant. I found that I was falling in love with most ethnic cuisines; Cambodian consisted of a lot of grilled foods.
Will told me that there was another city north of Boston called Lowell with a large Cambodian population. Lowell was the birthplace of the beat poet Jack Kerouac. I made a mental note to add Lowell as a potential destination for a future visit; I didn’t think there would be many Cambodian restaurants in my hometown.
After lunch, Will left Kristen and me at the “T” station, and the two of us took the subway system into Boston to the Boston Common. Our hotel, the lavish Ritz-Carlton hotel, was a short walk away and it was as opulent as its name suggests. We were given a suite that overlooked the public gardens.
The suite also sported a lovely bathtub that Kristen insisted on using. It was the first time I saw Kristen take a bath since my birthday, as we usually loved taking showers together. On this day, Kristen helped me rediscover the lovely joys of sharing a luxurious bath with the one you loved. The bathtub was smaller than the one in Chicago, which made the experience even more intimate.
A concierge brought up our luggage (Will dropped it off earlier in the day), and after we cleaned each other in the tub extremely thoroughly, we put on robes and went to the queen sized bed.
We invented a new sex game in that room, which we called “Fifteen Minutes.” The rules were simple, each player was given fifteen minutes to fondle, caress, lick, or even fuck the other one, who could not return the favor until the time was up and the other player took his or her own fifteen minutes. The game would continue until both players were thoroughly satiated.
I let Kristen start, and she got into a sixty-nine position on top of me. She took my penis into my mouth and swallowed me deeply. Although her crotch was inches from my face, according to the rules of the game, I couldn’t lick her. I could see the glistening of her juices forming between her legs, and I could smell the heady aroma of her musk.
I decided to return Kristen’s torture in spades when her fifteen minutes were up. I told Kristen to lay down on her back. I knelt next to her on her left, and with my left hand, I started to finger her crotch. With my right hand, I started to quickly masturbate myself. Looking at Kristen’s body writhing from the assault of my left fingers soon coaxed my balls to churning intensity in about five minutes. Sure enough, I felt the contractions and pumped my seed onto Kristen’s stomach and tits.
This was also a relatively new experience for me; I rarely masturbated in front of Kristen. However, I wanted to achieve orgasm, and this was the easiest way for me.
Kristen was a bit surprised to feel the warm jets of my sperm hit her body. Almost reflexively, she moved her hand to capture the essence to which she was addicted, but I took her hand and slapped it, reminding her of the rules.
Instead, I found a small puddle on the breast closest to me, and licked at it, capturing it onto my tongue. I then bent down and kissed Kristen, depositing the bit of sperm onto her tongue.
My lovely Goddess realized I didn’t have any desire to deny her a taste of my semen, and she smiled in appreciation. I found the process of scooping up the semen to be surprisingly difficult. I used more or less the same technique that Kristen used when cleaning up a similar mess on my body, and kept kissing Kristen afterward.
After Kristen was clean, she informed me that I took two fifteen minute periods.
“Damn!” I said in mock indignation.
“I have a better idea, Jim. Let’s fuck!”
We made love, face to face with me on top. Kristen’s body was still a bit sticky from the mess I made earlier, but I didn’t care. There was a wonderful tub to clean us up again afterward, if necessary.
After we made love, Kristen took me once again in her mouth, cleaning my shaft of our combined secretions.
It was late afternoon when the two of us walked to the Common. I talked to Kristen about what Will told me earlier.
“Will’s always been into the occult,” Kristen said.
“Maybe,” I said. “But some of the things that he says seem to correspond to things that I have been thinking about.”
“Do you believe in his auras?” Kristen asked.
I answered, “Will seems to think of them as colors. He told me that his mother Katie would tell him about them, but he never really saw them until March 1970. The image of the solar eclipse that year was the missing link for him. You know how the corona seems to shoot out from behind the moon, which is blocking out most of the sun?”
Kristen nodded.
“That was the image he needed in order for what Katie told him to start making sense to him. He was looking at the people, when he discovered that he should have been looking at what was being radiated out from the people.”
Kristen looked at me. “Will never told me that.”
“He knows that I believe in magic. He says that my aura shows magic in me.”