Modern Day Echo
by: Jaded
Score: 20
Five-fifteen. Still time to make the bus if she
hurried.
Tara quickened her pace as she popped a piece
of dentyne ice gum in her mouth and made her way through the
park towards the Cayman Street bus stop. She
really wished she wasn't in such a rush, but alas, such is life. She
sighed as she adjusted her packages in her
arms. The sun shined brilliantly overhead. If it stays this hot the wipped
cream and icey pops are gonna melt she thought
to herself.
The pigeons had all gathered about the statue
of Y2J staring into the fountain that decorated the city park.
Tara stopped and stared. She had never really
taken time out of her day to look at the statue. In spite of its
weathered outer texture, he was truly beautiful.
She set her bags down on the steps of the fountain and climbed up
two more for a closer look. The pigeons scattered
as she crossed into their territory. He was indeed spectacular,
this Millenuim Man. No wonder he fell in love
with himself.
The grayish green marble was fading, but you
could imagine that it once gave the illusion of alabaster skin. His
eyes were deepset, and Tara imagined them
to be dark green, perhaps with flecks of gold. His lips were
rosebuds, and his hair, a thatch of golden
curls. Tara was baffled that she had never noticed it before. His face
bore a boyish smirk as he gazed into the water
to feast upon himself. She
felt the need to touch it.
She reached her hand out, stretching her fingers
tentatively toward the statue. Her fingers grazed his cheek and a
hand clamped over hers. She looked up, expecting
to see a policeman hovering over her, but there was no one
there. She looked to her own hand and realized
it was covered by a young man's. He was about 20 something,
and bore an uncanny resemblance to the statue.
"hey!" she said. "What's the problem?"
"Nothing," he answered, face down. "I just
saw you looking at ...looking that way." He looked into her eyes and
she gasped.
"You...you...uhh...." she stammered. "DId..uhh...you
pose for that?"
She gestured toward the statue, and as she
set her gaze upon it, she realized there was nothing there.
"I guess you could say so..." he smirked.
"You mean...you..."
He nodded. "But...but...can't anyone see you,
like I am seeing you now, I mean? Aren't the scientists and tv crews
going to bombard us at anymoment?"
"No," he answered. "You are the only one who
can see me."
"Wow. How did this happen?"
"Well, I have loved myself for so long, and
only myself, and
yet, when someone worships me as I worship
myself, I am allowed a bitter taste of true mutual love."
"But..."
"Please..." he said. "Let's not talk anymore."
He kissed Tara's hand and moved to be next
to her. He slowly lifted her arm. He frowned as he examined the
clothing she wore. He
was clad only in something that could only
be described as a mixture of a toga and loincloth, cinched at the waist
with gold braided rope. He examined the clothing
for a moment, then began tugging at it.
Tara made no move to stop him. She didn't
know exactly how to react, so she just let him. He finally tugged so
hard that the flimsy cotton blouse tore. A
tear formed at the corner of his righteye.
"Tara," he said sorrowfully. "I broke it!"
"No, no, honey...you just ripped it. Look..."
She showed him how the buttons fastened and
unfastened. He
was intrigued. He unfastened them all and
removed her shirt. She was not wearing a bra, and her hard nipples
stuck out from her small, firm breasts. She
felt the slight chill of the April breeze and brought her arms up to shield
her breasts.
Jericho moved to her skirt next. Finding no
buttons, he
tugged at it, and found it yielded willingly.
Tara was scantily dressed in only her small cotton panties. But not for
long, he removed those too.
He then walked around to face her, standing
her up. He walked around her entire form, stopping to kiss the
sensitive areas on the back of her neck. Shivers
ran up and down her spine. With his hands, he began exploring
her body. He let his palms caress her swollen
nipples as she moaned with delight. She turned herself so she was
facing him. She wanted him to be as naked
as she was. She felt sofree.
She remembered where she was for a moment
and looked around. Mothers strolled by with carriages, men
walked dogs, children played, but no one seemed
to notice anything out of the ordinary. SHe put them out of her
mind and focused back on her Jericho.
He looked deep into her eyes as he lifted
her arm once again. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently,
then moved on to kiss the entire length of
her arm... She let her head roll back and her eyes close. There was
something so passionate, and yet so innocent
about this man.
Jericho took her hand and led her to the fountain.
He
stepped in. She wondered for a moment if she
could get in trouble for that, but only for a moment did she wonder
before following him. THe water was warm in
comparison to the wind. She trailed her fingers in it as the walked
to the rocks that adorned the center. He sat
Tara down and stroked her hair. He was still wearing his makeshift
robe.
Sensing her arousal, he removed it, and for
the first time she gazed upon his erect penis. It was beautiful, quite
perfect in her eyes...
Jericho soaked his robe in the water and wrung
it out. He let it trail across Tara's breasts, and then began washing
her with it. She had never been washed by
a man, and certainly not by a Ayatollah of Rock n' Roll-a!
All at once he dropped the robe into the water
and kneeled in front of her. She closed her eyes as his lips met
hers. They were the sweetest candy she'd ever
tasted. It seemed like an eternity they just held on like that. His
hands began caressing her breasts, stopping
to circle her nipples gently. She hooked her right hand in his hair and
with her left she stroked his back. The more
aroused she got, the lighter his touch would be, making her want him
even more. She began raking her fingernails
up and down his back, his kiss became more fierce and he forced her
back against the rocks. The water from the
fountain cascaded down on their nakedness. She felt his hardness
against her, and wanted him more and more.
He let his hands move down to her thighs. He lightly glided his naild
over them. Tara let out a little sigh.
His fingers kept teasing her, each time getting
a little
closer to her pussy. Finally she could take
no more. She turned him over and began kissing him all the way down
his body. She licked and sucked on his earlobes,
breathed her way down his neck, teased his nipples with her
tongue, nibbled at his inner thigh... Jericho
moaned in ecstasy.
With her right hand, she began massaging his
hard penis. She started by running her fingertips the length of it, and
then began breathing on it. She licked his
balls as she massaged the head. She had never felt so free in her life.
She then kissed it, running her tongue along
its underside. She opened her mouth and took it in, rolling her tongue
around it as she sucked. WIth her left hand,
she
massaged the area right above his scrotum,
and she glided the fingernails of her right along his inner thigh.
His body tensed and flexed as she sucked him,
finally he could take no more, and pulled her face away. He pulled
her to him and held her there for a moment.
She felt his heart beating in his chest. He began stroking her buttocks
and this turned her on again. THe water came
in stronger waves now, only adding to the excitement.
Boldly, she climbed on top of him and let
her warm pussy cover him. She looked into his eyes, and he stroked her
cheek. She leaned forward to let him suck
on her nipples. Tara began moving her hips in a circular motion...she
felt him against her and loved it.
He grabbed her by the waist and positioned
her. She knew what was about to happen... It would seem absurd to
analyze it, so she just let it happen. She
felt a wave of dizziness wash over her as his penis entered her vagina.
Neither of them moved for a moment, and then
Tara began with slow, rhythmic movements. In the distance she
could hear carhorns, children laughing, dogs
barking, sirens blaring, but in her mind she could only hear the
pounding reverberations of passionate times
and distant places. The world shook, the water poured over them,
and Jericho began thrusting his pelvis up
to meet hers.
Tara knew it wouldn't be long. She knew she
was about to come. SHe could feel the familiar sensations invading
her body. It was unlike any sexual experience
she had ever had. All her sexual knowledge began with
masturbating in dorm showers, and ended here...right
here.
As she neared the peak, her rhythms became
erratic and faster. He matched her with every move. She was
getting closer, closer...she reached that
last moment that everyone reaches before climax. That feeing of strong
elation and unreality. She threw her head
back and gasped as she felt herself clench and release...her body racked
with orgasm. Elation passed over her in dizzy
waves of relief. She fell
backward into the pool as she passed out.
"Been staring a long time...shame they don't
keep better careof it, eh?"
"What?" she asked.
She turned to meet with a kind faced old policeman.
Sheshook her head.
"Yeah...Chris Jericho has been with us for
quite awhile..." he said.
"I wonder what he thinks about all day, staring
in that pool. You have a nice day now."
She stared after him as he strolled away.
She turned her gaze back to the statue. She understood the boyish smirk
now. She smiled as she gathered her packages.
Lifting
her wrist, she checked the time on her watch.
Five twenty-seven. She could still make the
bus. She turned and walked down the fountain steps, hurrying toward
the bus stop.
~Stuff to know:
K, Y2J Belongs to the WWF™ i guess and the
other Character Tara is Totally Fictional and is no way based on
me or anyone esle i know. Well thats All buh
bye!~
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