| Story Three |
| Another one of my masterpieces, haha. This is about a slinkster cool chica named Astra (no relation to other Astra's in my stories), and her sudden disappearance, and the effect it had on another sexy chica. |
| "You belong to no one, You barely belong to yourself, For you are the ultimate Girl Goddess." Astra was everyone's girl, everyone loved her, and her presence brought insta-happiness to everyone in the room. She didn't seem to notice, and rarely seemed happy herself. She went to all the right parties - and all the wrong ones too. She didn't care who you were or who you weren't, if you would let her dance, she would be there. And could she dance. She would sway her hips, flick her wrists, become a whirlwind of energy and just dance and dance and dance. It was beautiful and scary and trippy all at the same time. It started off sexy and then cool and then you would just stare in awe at how she didn't give a fuck about what anyone thought. That was the only time she would let you peek into her inner-self, when she was dancing. She wasn't beautiful - not in the conventional Barbie-dool way at least, but when you started watching her you couldn't take your eyes off her.You couldn't turn your thoughts off of her either. She would captivate your attention so that your date owuld hit you to get your attention back. But your date wouldn't really mind, because chances were they were captivated too. Her face was almost alien-like with her moonshine skin, wild ebony hair, pouty blood red lips, innocent violet eyes. Her eyes were almost too big for her delicate face, and they looked up at you like a hungry kitten. A kitten that would maul you to pieces if you pissed her off, but a kitten nonetheless. Astra's little black dress was cut low, with her cleavage peeking out. The dress hugged her tiny waist and sensual hips, ending right there. Her lean legs could be seen to just below the knee, where her skin ended and her black leather chunky funky slinkster cool boots started. The boots added three inches to her tiny 5 foot stature. One balmy night, this girl, no women, no...she was something else. An angel? Not quite. She showed up in my room. I had been asleep and dreaming of a tropical island, with emerald rolling hills, mist covering the landscape near waterfalls, rainbows decorating the skies. I was torn from my dreamy paradise to find two violet eyes staring up at me. It was pitch black, I could only see her eyes, and I knew she couldn't see me,just my form. Her eyes penetrated me to my core, though, and I instictivly covered my naked body with a blanket. The next thing I knew, it was morning. The following evening I fell asleep on a hammock by the pool. She appeared in a tree above me. I was afraid to move, afraid to breathe, for fear that she would suddenly disapear. She landed softly on the ground next to me and started to disrobe. I couldn't believe it, I didn't know what to do. So I just watched. She spoke to me in a foreign tongue, a word I couldn't understand. It sounded almost like "aloha", but it was a question. I just nodded. When she was nude, she shook her hair out of a bun. It fell down her back to her navel. She turned around to reveal delicate wings. They looked like a butterfly's, except they were transparent, and shimmered with a rainbow of colors. I don't know why, but I pulled her towards me, pressing her naked body into mine. She ran her fingers over my shoulders and down my back, through my hair, over my lips. She stared at me with those violet eyes of her, and I should have felt ugly. I should have felt inferior, with my smaller breasts, rounder stomache, wider hips, darker skin, but the way she looked at me made me feel as if she thought that I was a beautiful goddess. Her skin felt silky and soft like a butterfly's wings, she smelled peachy and sweet, her mouth tasted like nectar. We flew off through the clouds, into the stars and to worlds unlike earth. We went to the island in my dreams. Together we bathed in the waterfalls, splashing each other, lying in the grass, looking at each other shyly. She made love to me, kissing my body all over, licking my toes, tickling my body with her tongue. It was childish and sexy and for a while we had a connection that was beyond emotional or sexual or anything, we were just one soul in two different bodies, dancing a wild ballet. I woke up the next morning in my own bed. I never saw Astra again. She stopped coming to all the right parties - and all the wrong ones too. But at each party I found a part of her, and I collected the puzzle pieces. The big black sunglasses she hid behind, the exotic orchids she wore in her hair, the little bottle of flower nectar she drank, the vial that held her peachy scent. I had the pieces that made her up, but I didn't have her. |