Starlight in the Heavens - 2. Chapter 2

Part 2 - Alex

I think it’s time we had Jo over for a visit. This growing obsession we have for her needs to be explained.

Don’t get me wrong. The obsession isn’t of a sexual nature. Sensual, yes, but not sexual. It’s really rather strange that neither I nor Josh can seem to get her out of our minds, or our dreams. It’s been that way since she moved in across the street three months ago. Now there was an odd day.

***

“Have you seen the new neighbor yet?” Josh was just getting home. He stripped out of his shirt and slacks and slipped into a pair of loose shorts before settling in on the sofa. Hmm, those weren’t going to last long.

“No. I haven’t been home much longer than you. I hate meetings. They’re such a waste of time.”

He chuckled at my comment and patted his lap. “That depends on the meeting.”

No hesitation here. I bounded right over and straddled him, grinding my stiff cock into his and sucked his tongue into my mouth.

“Mmm, butterscotch. Did you eat that just for me?”

I knew it wasn’t Josh’s favorite. He usually saved them for me.

“Yeah, I know how much you love that hard sweet stuff.”

The only hard thing I wanted right then was his dick and I let him know that as I slid down his lap and started to open his shorts with my teeth.

A loud crash came to us from outside, followed by a yelp... a decidedly feminine yelp.

We stared at each other for half a second before jumping up and heading to the door. What we saw upon opening the door, was a fairly new pickup with its tailgate down, and what looked to be an old sofa dropped on its end. Standing in the bed of the truck was a guy with an exasperated look staring down and shaking his head. We made our way across the street as the guy started in on whoever was on the other side of the sofa.

“I told you to watch your step.”

He picked up the end of the sofa still on the pickup and pitched it off. The sofa landed and bounced, causing another yelp from someone on the other side.

“Hey,” Josh shouted. “What the hell are you doing?”

He sprinted around the sofa, and by the time I got to him, he was pulling a woman out of the street. The guy ignored us and started to toss the contents in the bed of the truck out onto the ground, muttering something completely unintelligible as he did. Leaving me with the woman, Josh jumped up into the truck, picked the guy up by the back of his shirt and pants, and tossed him out onto the lawn.

My Joshua isn’t one for preliminary warnings. When he started to get up, all Josh had to do was point and say, “Sit,” and he didn’t move. Josh jumped out of the truck and glared at the guy as he walked back over to us. He knelt down and looked at the woman. “Are you okay?”

She was staring up at him with an odd look of recognition in her face. “Half,” she whispered, then turned to me. The look was still there when she continued whispering, “And complete.”

Her eyes were the strangest color I’d ever seen. I’m not even sure they were a color. They were almost clear and sparkled with prisms of color.

“Excuse me?”

She looked back at Josh and shook her head. “I’m sorry. I must have hit harder than I thought. I’m fine, just twisted an ankle and maybe bruised my tail bone.” She looked over at the guy sitting on the lawn and back to each of us. I almost gasped. Her eyes had changed. Now they were pale blue, almost gray. “Thank you.”

“So what’s his story?” Josh asked, helping her to her feet.

She sighed and winced a little when she put her weight on her injured left ankle. “I guess he didn’t like my answer.”

“Your answer?”

Uh oh, this wasn’t going to be good.

She didn’t speak but turned her head away.

In a low growl, Josh asked, “Is he someone you are likely to run into again?” She shook her head and allowed herself to be lifted and carried to the porch. “Come on, Alex. Let’s do a good deed and help our new neighbor with her stuff, shall we?”

Between the two of us, we had the truck unloaded in no time at all. The guy Josh had tossed out, simply sat, pale and wide-eyed, while we worked. Once finished, Josh knelt down at his side and whispered into his ear while grasping his shoulder. I didn’t hear what he said, but by the speed in which the guy moved afterwards, maybe I didn’t want to.

My Joshua is a big guy, six foot five and two hundred twenty pounds of solid muscle. He doesn’t have the build of a competition weight lifter, all bumps and mountains, thank God, but you know he could do damage to you if he wanted. Personally, I think he’s perfect. With dirty, blond hair, just long enough to fasten my fingers into and clear blue eyes, the color of a summer sky. He’s my golden Adonis. I could oil him up and slide on him all day, every day. But I digress. The point being, that when he told you to back off, you didn’t argue.

We spent the rest of the afternoon helping Jo, our new neighbor, bring in what hadn’t been broken and setting up her house. I watched her carefully, looking for that change in her eyes, but they remained that same blue-gray color.

That night the dreams started.

***

Josh is only working a half day today, so maybe this would be a good time to have Jo over. It would give us a good six hours of daylight before I knew she would start getting antsy about getting home. She doesn’t like being outside in the dark. Such a strange woman, she doesn’t seem to be the type to be afraid of the dark, but you never see her outside in it.

Except in my dreams.

In those, it’s dark outside and she’s dancing, her head thrown back and eyes closed. Her fair skin seems to be glowing and at one point her feet actually lift from the ground. Then I wake up wanting Josh so bad it hurts, like a part of my soul has been cut away and the only way to get it back is to have him in me, and immediately. I’m guessing he feels the same way, because there’s absolutely no prelude to connecting ourselves upon waking.

I'll give Josh a call in a few minutes and see if he's up for a visit. I think; the answer is in her eyes.