Waiting for the Light Ch. 06

Waiting for the Light

Chapter Six

Reflection and a New Adventure

A heavy sigh emanated from Rachael, and I looked her way. "What?"

She blew out a stream of smoke, and snuffed out her cigarette, before answering. Turning sideways on the porch loveseat, she gripped my hand.

"Seems like it was all... a crazy dream, you know? I mean the excitement, the sex, and that crazy, whatever the hell it was, my God, Rick... I guess, I'm just bummed that it's over."

"Yeah, I get what you're saying."

It was at that point, I recalled Ben's 'slim to none' comment.

"Ben told me once, that's how these things go, babe. As he put it, here one day, gone the next."

Her next sigh was one of admission, as she turned to look out over the dark field.

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The weather, in late August, was turning early. The "dog days" were clearly behind us, judging by the cold, pelting, rain on the bay window panes. The forecast included a chance of snow, no matter how brief, was another sign. Rachael had left earlier in the day, for a long-awaited shopping trip, but I stayed, choosing not to be a part of her girl's day out.

Going from autumn to winter was always depressing, and the thought sent a chill through me, as I moved to the fireplace. Feeling certain a warm fire, and a glass of wine, would alter my melancholy outlook, I turned on the gas, lighting the fire.

As I had done so often, I stood, rubbing my hands together, in front of the fireplace, grateful for the increasing warmth. With the heat from the fireplace permeating the living room, I moved to the kitchen, for that glass of wine.

Waiting for the wine to breathe, I turned my attention to the bay window. I could just make out the blurred, erratic movement of tree branches, off in the distance. A short time later, I headed for the bay window seat, with my glass of wine in tow.

What happened next wasn't a conscious decision. Easing down on the padded window seat, the thought of a comment made to Ben crossed my mind... when I told him Rachael and I were childhood sweethearts.

It wasn't exactly true - more like a small, white lie. After a sip of wine, I chuckled to myself, knowing the real, unspoken, truth. Closing my eyes, my mind drifted twenty years into the past...

Walking slowly, bumping shoulders as we did so, Rachael and I were headed for the park. At some point, well out of sight of our home, Rachael clasped my hand, and held it, interlocking her fingers with mine. Her touch, that afternoon, sent a quivering feeling through me. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. The warmth and softness of her hand was exhilarating, and denying her wasn't possible. With blocks yet to go, Rachael came to a stop, and in turn, stopped me.

"Michael... do you want to kiss me?"

The question, coming unexpectedly as it did, shocked me. My stomach felt like it flipped, and my heart suddenly started to race, as if I'd been caught in some unspeakable act.

"What!? Kiss you? No, no, God you're my sister," I managed to get out.

Rachael's green eyes glinted in the bright sunlight, as she looked at me, weighing my comment.

"You're lying, Michael," she said, in a matter-of-fact sort of way.

After a deep, shuddering breath, I turned my head side to side, in denial.

"No, I swear, I'm not."

"You are... I know you want to; I've seen the look on your face, every time you look at me, Michael."

The hand she held turned sweaty, and although I didn't want to, I released her hand, feeling embarrassed. She had me. Looking off to the right, I gathered what strength I could, thinking about a response.

"Rachael, I..."

As I turned to face her, she stopped what I was about to say, with two fingers on my lips.

"We aren't related, Michael, I mean blood-wise, understand?"

She seemed so calm, so... understanding. Her hand moved from my lips to my cheek, in a soft caress.

"Are you... are you saying you'd let me?" I questioned, in a whisper.

The response I got was a warm smile, and a nod of her head, before we restarted our walk to the park. With hands reunited, we walked along in silence.

At the park, Rachael stepped on a picnic table seat, turned, and sat down on the tabletop, still holding my hand. For whatever reason, it seemed natural for me to step up between her legs. After a casual glance around the park, she turned her attention to me.

"Now, about that kiss we both want," she said, in a hushed tone.

I was no stranger to kissing, but Rachael, being a female, certainly seemed more mature in her actions that day. Without hesitation, she took the lead, licking her red lips. Locking eyes with me, she gently tilted her head and leaned towards me. Knowing what was coming, it surprised me when she grabbed the waistband of my shorts, gently pulling me towards her, with eyes closed. I offered no resistance to her assertiveness.

Our first touch was tentative and tender. Seconds after making first contact, we pulled apart, looking deeply into each other's eyes, and smiled. The second contact was a deeper commitment to the kiss, releasing the pent-up desires in both of us. The hard, closed-lip, melding start quickly changed to lips parting and exploring tongues. There was no turning back.

The urgency in her kiss, coupled with the heady scent of her perfume, deepened my sexual desire. Caught up with making love to her lips and tongue, I ignored the other rising desire in me, until it contacted her fingers. Rachael broke away from our kiss, with a wide-eyed look of surprise.

My heart sank, instantly. Kissing her was one thing, but I felt like I'd crossed a line that shouldn't have been crossed, at least so early in our relationship, possibly ever. Starting to back away, she kept her grip on my shorts, stopping me. A grin crossed her lips, as she again pulled me, and leaned forward to re-engage our kiss. Just as our lips touched, she slid her hand inside my shorts, palming my cockhead.

The kiss ended, leaving us both with swollen lips, from the prolonged and intense coupling. The ending also left me with a pre-cum slick cockhead, and a fear I was going to erupt. Pulling her hand from my shorts, Rachael grinned, telling me we'd better take the long way back home, looking down at my tented shorts...

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Daydreaming about the past didn't curtail my sipping wine, and I slid off the window seat, sighing over two things - the glass being empty, and the thought of Rachael's first touch.

Refilling my glass, I noticed the rain had stopped.

"Thank God." I muttered.

Wanting to return to the thoughts of our beginning, I cursed when my cell phone went off. It was Gloria and Ben's number, and I answered the call. A month after Ben and Gloria's departure, we received an email, saying they'd turned in the report. As there was no official comment to report, they said they'd call us, if they had anything else. Now, three months later, I wondered if this was the follow-up call, as promised.

"Hey girl... no, she's out shopping. Did you try her phone?"

I waited for Gloria to go through her explanation.

"I see, well I don't expect her back any time soon, what's going on, is there more news?"

Gloria never actually answered my question. Instead, she asked me to call back when Rachael returned. When I questioned why, she told me Ben wanted us all on the line at the same time, making her call even more intriguing.

"Yeah, sure, I got it. When she gets in, I'll give you a call, so, is that it?"

The balance of our conversation centered around Gloria gushing about the time she and Ben spent with us. Apparently, ol' Ben had turned into a new man - a sexual dynamo, as Gloria put it. Happy that things had worked out for them, I finally managed to end the call.

Rachael arrived home, just before five, grumbling that snow had started to fall, and set her shopping bags down.

"Oh God, a fire! You read my mind."

"Hey, thought I was going to have to call the shopping police about you," I said, in greeting, laughing.

"Funny, Rick, very funny... don't just stand there, give me a hand, but first pour me a glass of whatever you're having," she replied.

Doing what she asked, I went to her, handing over a glass of wine, and picked up her bags.

"Bedroom?" I got a nod, as she took a healthy sip.

Returning, I found Rach in front of the fireplace. The glowing light of the fire playing off her beautiful face.

"I was hoping you'd have a fire going, this weather is crazy, huh?" she remarked, as I moved to her side.

"Yeah, a bit too early for my taste," I answered back, before leaning to kiss her cheek. "Oh, by the way, got a call from Gloria earlier today."

"Seriously!? What's going on, did she have news about the report?" I chuckled.

"What?"

"Yeah, well, Gloria, being Gloria, made it all a mystery and asked us to call back when you got home."

"So, what, not even a hint?"

I shook my head, and then, in an afterthought, held up a finger.

"Well, there was one thing... apparently, Ben has turned over a new leaf, sex wise, if you get my drift," I added, making Rachael grin.

"Hey, I have an idea. Instead of just calling them, why don't we do a video chat? It'd be great to see them, don't you think?"

Agreeing, I patted Rach's backside, smiled, and went for our laptop. Rachael went to change clothes, as I set up the laptop, to send out an invite for them to join in a video chat. Several minutes passed before Rach returned, bringing a new bottle of wine with her, and wearing a Kimono, loosely tied, exposing a generous amount of cleavage.

"What?" she asked, seeing my raised eyebrow look.

"Nothing... not a thing. You ready?"

The video call connected, and the laptop screen came to life. Our view was of an empty room, or so it seemed. Seconds later, Gloria's head popped into view, from the right side of the screen, looking down. With a sheepish grin, she turned her head and greeted us, obviously surprised at the quick call connection.

"Hey you two!"

Responding in kind, Rach and I waved. Gloria closed her eyes, just as her head seemed to bounce forward, preoccupied with whatever was going on. Rach looked at me and grinned.

"Gloria, we call at a bad time?" Rach asked, snickering.

"NO! Oh... God... no, no don't hang up," Gloria pleaded, looking back over her shoulder, biting on her lower lip.

Rachael slapped my shoulder, and whispered, "And you thought my boobs were a bit much."

Clearly, Ben was laying the ol' wood to Gloria, and we were being made privy to a homemade porn show. Gloria's head dropped, as brief glimpses of her breasts came in and out of view, wildly rocking to the pounding she was receiving.

"You okay, girlfriend?" Rach asked, unable to hold back a giggle.

Gloria's response was to raise her left thumb, before quickly grabbing for the table, as the climax of the show neared.

"Oh FUCK... YEAH!" Gloria shouted, just before a blurred flurry of activity between her and Ben was captured on screen.

Long moments passed before Gloria plopped down in the chair, facing the screen, looking flushed, but satisfied. Ben could be seen in the background, as Gloria drew her top up, covering her breasts. Together, Rach and I clapped our hands, in appreciation, and Gloria's face went into a full-on blush.

"God, you guys, we didn't think the video would start that fast."

"Well, I'm impressed," I commented, and smiled.

"Yeah, me too, you, porn-star!" Rachael added, laughing.

Gloria leaned closer to the laptop screen and whispered, "Ever since being at your place, Ben has become a sex fiend."

"Are you complaining?" Rachael whispered back.

"Jesus, no, not at all, but man, he's like he's on Viagra twenty-four-seven," Gloria responded, just as Ben appeared behind her.

Bending to get in the screen frame, Ben waved.

"Hey, great to see you two. How are things going?"

Rach replied, "Good... I won't ask how you are."

Unsure if Rachael would try to embarrass Ben further, I decided to jump in.

"So, Ben, what's all the mystery about?" I questioned.

We noted Gloria whispering something to Ben, before he answered.

"No mystery... that was just Gloria leading you two on. I felt we should all be together for this," he stated, without really saying anything.

"And - this - is what, Ben?" Rach quickly asked.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Okay, here's the deal. Gloria and I have been asked to cover another sighting, and we thought of you guys," he explained.

"In what respect?" I questioned, not actually sure what Ben was referring to.

"What Ben is trying to say... ask, I mean, is if you two would like to join us," Gloria said, finally making the explanation complete.

"Seriously? When? Where?" Rachael excitedly asked, leaning toward the laptop, letting her boobs poke out.

"Uinta Basin, have you heard of it?" Gloria answered back.

"Yeah, yeah, I read something about it on the internet... that's where that ranch is, right?" Rachael commented, getting a nod from Ben.

"Yup, exactly. Skinwalker Ranch is what you're referring to, and we're heading close to the ranch, interested?"

"Not only yes, but hell yes! What's going on out there?" I responded.

"Orb sightings, reports of cattle mutilations, and some shadow figures, too."

"Oh God, Ben, I don't know if I could look at the cattle thing," Rach sounded off, looking disgusted.

"I'm with you, babe. Not my cup of tea either, and the good thing is we don't have to," Gloria offered in support, and relief.

The balance of the video chat centered around when and where we'd meet, how long the investigation might go on, and of course, where we'd stay. Gloria and Rachael made it clear that we would all stay together, and share a house, meaning an Airbnb or something similar. Ben said he'd get on the arrangements the next day, ending the chat.

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