Super Born: Seduction of Being (38 page)

I was beginning to sober up by the time we
reached the tiny parking lot behind O’Malley’s. Suddenly, the
thought of being hundreds of feet in the air was overwhelming the
sense of excitement I’d felt when I came up with the idea. The
thought made me queasy—or maybe it was the chili fries I’d eaten
earlier.

“
You sure you’re ready for this? You
look sick,” Allie commented .

I nodded, beginning to taste the chili fries
for a second time in the back of my throat. I moved up beside her
and prepared for the worst.

Allie circled her arm around me and grabbed
ahold of my shoulder, then launched us into the dark night sky. The
initial jolt was a challenge, but after that—and some deep, deep
breaths—I felt the sense of coolness take over. There was something
like a magnetic force holding us together, so I had no fear of
falling or being blown away by the air that rushed past us. After a
dangerous day, the air was cool, and the vision of lights for miles
around amazing. I couldn’t tell if it was the feeling of flying or
warmth radiating from Allie that felt so good. Then it dawned on me
how much I trusted her.

I pointed out rough directions to Jones’s
apartment, but found myself distracted by the same thrilling warmth
I’d felt earlier, in the bar. It radiated from her touch,
captivating my entire body in seconds. I remember looking at
Allie—her body seemed radiant, like molten silver. (Then I realized
the glow had extended itself to me.—it felt like warm, liquid
electricity flowing back and forth over me. We were both bathed in
the same moonlit glimmer and warm dizzying sensation.

I smiled, thinking how amazing this was, and
looked over at Allie’s face to see if she was feeling the same. Her
eyes were closed, her mouth opened, and I thought I heard her moan
as my hands began gliding over her. For certain we weren’t flying a
beeline for Jones’s place anymore, maybe a S-line or something. And
we weren’t always upright as we had been, whether that was
intentional or not—she flew us in rolling turns, exhilarating
climbs, and dizzying dives like a roller coaster.

***

One second we were flying to meet this friend
of his, and the next I felt a serene sensation of warmth, a
pulsation that sharpened my senses yet left me calm yet completely
at attention to everything around me. Just the touch of his hands
sent shivers radiating throughout my body. It was insane. Part of
me welcomed it, and let it totally arouse me, but another part of
me resisted the temptation, remembering Jason staggering away from
me. I couldn’t let that happen.

***

The warm feeling of connection with Allie
continued to grow, unrestrained. Her sighs became louder—she was
clearly on the verge of surrendering to the feeling to which I had
long before gleefully succumbed. But something in her made her
resist. In an effort to remain in control, she set us down on top
of a buildings more than once, making an excuse, and letting go of
me to walk around the rooftop, shaking her arms until the molten
silver glow disappeared from her skin. Only then would we renew our
flight—until the radiance would again take over and make her land
again. I realized she was afraid of hurting me, the way she had
other men. But there was no reluctance in me.

By the third rooftop, I knew her resistance was
at its end. I watched her circle away from me, mumbling to herself.
I felt no need to pressure her. The energy from her touch had me
floating in a calm, sensuous high, unlike I’d ever felt
before.

***

This wasn’t happening! The years of being a
mother had taught me self -reliance and control. I lived my life
for my daughter. No one had ever broken down and entered the walls
I had taken years to build to protect us, to protect me.. There had
been men, and there had been sex but there had never been an Allie
that really opened herself up to a man, and certainly not like
this. So how could I surrender to this feeling, to him? How could I
let him control me like this, without knowing where he would take
me? These feelings were so crazy, yet delicious. Part of me needed
to just stop this right now, and part of me just wanted to throw
open my arms and let all those defenses come tumbling
down.

***

Finally, Allie walked back to stand before me,
with tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “How are you doing
this to me?” she said, then broke down and repeated in a soft,
vulnerable tone of voice, “How are you doing this to
me?”

I moved in and put my hands on her
shoulders. They began to glow, and our eyes locked in an intimate
connection that put an end to any walls between us. “What I’d like
to know is how are you doing this to
me
? Maybe we’re doing this to each
other. I knew the first minute I saw you that there was something
special between us. There’s a reason for all of this.I never felt
anything like this. Have you?” She shook her head, too
emotion-filled to speak. My response was to join our lips, sending
both our faces into a molten glow.

We kissed long, wet, and hard, a reward that
was well worth the price of admission. As I ran my hands over her
cheeks and then down along her sides, the molten silver glow
intensified wherever my hands traveled. Her waist and hips became
awash in it. When I moved my hands back up and over her breast, the
glow followed. The feeling of being one with her was the most
amazing thing I had ever experienced, and I couldn’t get enough of
it.

I pulled away slightly, watching the intimacy
between us play out in one another’s eyes. I held her gaze as I
slowly lowered the zipper of her jumpsuit and slipped my hands
inside. I watched her mouth open and moan as my glowing hands
roamed below her waist, making her shiver, which sent a pulse of
energy back into me…if you know what I mean.

Her lips were too inviting and vulnerable to
resist, so I maintained a soft control over them. She moaned
several times in my mouth, ending with a long, loud one, just as
her knees went weak. I held her tightly as her head dropped onto my
shoulder with the scream of her release. It made me buckle in
release myself, my head dropping onto her shoulder.

We kept that moaning, heaving embrace of climax
going for over a minute, probably longer—our sense of time was gone
with that first convulsing, intertwined orgasm we shared. Finally
it subsided, and we fell to the roof, struggling to breathe. It was
an odd feeling—I had climaxed more powerfully than I ever had
before, from just a touch and the connection we had. I knew then
that no matter what happened, there would always be this intimate
bond between us.

“
You okay?” I asked, after a long
moment

Allie nodded. “Forget about me. How are
you?.”

“
You haven’t broken me
yet.”

“
No, but just give me a
minute.”

“
Forget those other chumps you’ve
been with. It’s just you and me, and this is how we are
together.”

“
Oh really?” she laughed, breathing
between words. Then she seemed to slip into thought, “Those
superwomen are all hitting on you, and if weren’t for my mark, who
knows…What have you got that they’re after?”

“
I’ve got a connection with you.
They’ve got a connection to no one. It’s something special between
us… Do I have to show you again? I can go all night.” (At least I
hoped I could.) After a moment I helped her up, and we stood
together. I took her face in my hands and smiled. “I fantasized
about this moment for weeks, but nothing I imagined felt anywhere
near as good as this.”

“
How much farther to Dr. Jones’s
place?” she asked, with a wicked smile on her face.

“
Just over there, maybe half a
mile.”

She wrapped her arms around me tightly,
pressing me with a sharp, short kiss. “Let’s take the long way,”
she said in a low animal tone that I had never heard
before.

“
Yeah!” I shouted, as we shot up
into the sky. The energy between us was even stronger than it had
felt before—it started with a kiss, but then surrounded us from
head to toe. Our glowing bodies were filled with feelings of
excitement, strength, and the sexual ecstasy you feel just before
orgasm, but it went on for minutes, not seconds. There was no need
for actual genital entry, as in normal sex. Supersex was all full
body and mental contact.

Somehow, the erratic flying compounded our
feeling of togetherness by creating a sense of wild abandon. My
favorite was spiraling up into the sky with my body wrapped around
her and our lips pressed together. It was incredibly sensuous, and
it made me realize that I had never experienced oneness with
another human before that night.

And then came the orgasms…they seemed to go on
forever. The pleasure seemed to merge us together with the heat
from her body. They were exhausting, but motivated us to quickly
recover, craving them again. I don’t think we were flying in a
straight line…at all.

***

Flying with Logan was totally liberating.
Throwing off the walls I’d built,, and taking the risk to join
another ended up giving me the strongest feeling of self
imaginable. Ironically, giving into this feeling had put me more in
control and feeling more secure than living behind a wall had ever
done. Whether it lasted just another second or an entire lifetime,
I let myself bath in that feeling. Giving in to this sensation
meant surrendering, finally, to who I really was—to the seduction
of being.

He guided me to ecstasy, and that made me fly
him higher in the spirals he loved, only to roll us both over into
an orgasmic plunge toward the ground. We brought each other to
life.

***

I don’t want to say that Allie took the long
way, exactly, but there were a lot of rooftops before we got to
Jones’s apartment, and one of them looked like the Empire State
Building in New York City, some 125 miles from Dr. Jones’ place. I
vaguely remember people on an observation deck commenting and
pointing at the sexy, luminous bubble of our bodies. I had no idea
how many people along our route heard our moans and screams of
ecstasy as we flew together in that glowing light, nor did I care.
(Just a tip, this is the only way to fly.)

After who knows how long we were in flying back
toward Scranton, both drained and exhausted. It began affecting the
way we flew—soon we were slowing, drifting and swaying like a drunk
driver. Allie sighed and asked me which way to Jones’s apartment.
My first reaction was to begin kissing her again, but she said, in
a serious tone, “No really, we need to land.” Dejected, I pointed
again and again until I saw his building and pointed one last time,
“There, that’s it.”

When we finally made a rough landing on Jones’s
rooftop, it was my turn to be weak in the knees. Time had condensed
into pleasure. I couldn’t tell you if we had been flying for
minutes or hours, and you guessed it, nor did I care. We both sat
panting, then I fell back and lay on the hard tar-covered pebbles
of the roof. My pants were a mess, and I had lost all sense of
purpose. She wasn’t much better off. Allie sat puffing, trying to
straighten out the tangled chaos of her hair, and re-zip her
jumpsuit. At first it was strange to see someone exhausted who
could carried around jet planes, but then, when I remembered how
she had become that way, I smiled a smile that would last me into
the next century.

Depleted as I was, I began crawling toward her.
She smiled, but then dropped it and put out her hand.
Unconvincingly, she puffed, “No, Jones, remember? We need to talk
to Jones.”

“
Who the hell is this Jones fella?
We have the stars,” I said, waving an arm up to the sky. “We have
each other. Let’s go flying again.” I crept closer, dragging myself
on forearms and elbows.

She smiled again, clearly tempted, but then
sighed. “Remember? Almost being killed? Rebecca? The whole city
after your ass?” I had put my hand on her thigh; she pushed it
away. “There’ll be time later,” she said, and then, in a lower
voice, she added, “Believe me.”

“
Fuck it,” I said, “I’ve got
everything I need right here,” I said, kissing the back of her hand
as I slid a hand over her inner thigh. “You can fly us anywhere.
Let’s just get Paige and disappear. To hell with them all!” I said,
waving broadly like a drunken man; no wait, I was a drunken man,
high on the wild energy between us.

Her look became serious. It was at that moment
I realized the difference between her and me. She was a superhero,
literally. She was super because she was strong physically and
morally. But what made her a hero was choice. Without a free choice
to do otherwise, there were no heroes. She could make millions with
her powers, like Jennifer Lowe, or just take her daughter and
disappear if she wanted to. Her life didn’t need to have any risks
or concerns. But, instead, she stayed rooted in her hometown,
risking her life and family to make the world a better place.
Meanwhile, I just wanted her for myself and was ready to selfishly
forget everything, everybody, now that we had found one another—but
if you had been up there flying with her, you would
understand.

I dropped my head to the hard rooftop, sighed,
and took a deep breath or two. “Okay, you win…but then we fly
home.”

“
Deal.”