I’m an artist. I paint. I sketch. I take pretty pictures…more often than not of food. I write fantastical stories with uncanny events. When Vern talks about gravity, time dilation, anomalies, confining branes, and higher dimensions, he’s doing the math. Now I’m not stupid but I freely admit math was never my strong suit. Still isn’t. So while Vern did the math, I painted a universe within a universe in my mind.
Vern muttered at his computer screen, eyes darting back and forth between the liquid crystal display and notes he’d scribbled across dozens of notepads on his desk.
I spun in the small office chair, naked under his lab coat.
My description of the space between the openings was frustrating for both of us. Words couldn’t do it justice. It wasn’t as simple as calling it beautiful. There was something else to it, something beyond me that was so close and yet I couldn’t name it. I was pretty sure there was no name for it yet. How can you quantify what you can’t describe? With each passing minute, my ability to describe what I’d briefly seen was fading, melting into a mundane conceptualization that looked more and more like a picture taken by NASA or an image generated for some Hollywood blockbuster film about interstellar travel. My brain wanted to understand it but in the absence of knowing what it was, it filled the gaps with things it had already seen. I was hating myself for it. The images were close but they all fell short of capturing the reality of the in-between, or The Bulk, as Vern kept calling it.
I hated that word. It sounds so clunky, thrown-together. Haphazard or accidental. No, the in-between was…elegant. Intentional. It looked empty but it felt full. I knew my understanding of it didn’t make sense and maybe that’s where numbers keep people like Vern sane–explaining the unexplainable with measurements and equations. Though right now, Vern looked anything but sane. Instead of pulling his pants back on, he’d just shaken them completely off and stood at his desk like Winnie the Pooh, but with glasses and the tip of hs cock exposed, A different kind of frustrating for me at the moment.
I knew he wasn’t a fan of me crossing the bridge again but I literally had no other way to get home, not without having a lot of explaining to do. I didn’t want to cross the bridge again either, albeit for very different reasons. I just didn’t want to leave. This was the most excitement I’d had in months and I was desperate to find out what would happen next. Not to mention that Vern, everything about him, impressed me. He was smart, kind, handsome and there was this intensity to everything he talked about.
Plus…the man can fuck.
But a part of me wanted to go. I wanted to see it again. The Bulk. Maybe if I lingered between the portals, I could understand it more, have my own Eureka! Moment. No, I didn’t want to go. I needed to go.
“Is there anything from my toy collection you’d like me to bring when I come back?” I asked. We hadn’t discussed staying at all. He was supposed to be the one who crossed the threshold, not me. Now here I was, wondering if there would be a place for me if I stayed. Did he even want me to stay, was the question I’d been avoiding.
The way he turned and looked at me, brows furrowed and deep lines of confusion running between them, filled me with relief. It was like he hadn’t considered that I would need to leave at some point, or like me, just didn’t want to think about it.
“Come back? I…” He paused, standing straight and turned to completely face me. He sighed, removing his glasses and using the hem of his shirt to clean the lenses. This only served to reveal even more of his cock to me. I swallowed hard and forced myself to focus though he didn’t seem to notice.
“I’ve been trying to work out some kind of solution that doesn’t involve you having to travel through the portal again. It worked out for us this time but I can’t…” He dropped his shirt, replacing the glasses on his face but not looking up at me. “I can’t risk you again. It wouldn’t be right. Maybe I can get you everything you need here? I’ll buy you all the clothes you’d need, toiletries, whatever you wanted…”
“And how would I eventually get home?” I could tell he didn’t really have a solution–not a comfortable one, anyway.
He sighed again. “Maybe we explain what happened. We know people who have their own jets, you might not even need a passport to get back home.”
“You know that won’t end well. What did you tell me last time? Not to tell anyone what happened. You were scared of the people involved and if you tell them everything now, who’s to say they’d let me go at all. I’d just be a loose end, something dispensable. Not like you, you made all this possible. If nothing else, staying close to you is probably my best bet at staying alive now.”
He moved to me quickly then, dropping to his knees and taking my hands in his, now looking me straight in the eyes.
“Then you go back through, one more time, and that’s it. No more jumping through the portal. I make an honest effort to see you moving forward. I buy a plane ticket like a normal, sane human being. I use all my vacation time to get away, spending as much of it in your arms and between your legs as possible.”
I slid one hand out of his and cupped his face, smiling earnestly at how much he wanted to keep me safe.
“Vern, I want you as badly as you want me but, number one, I am not taking you away from this. I’ve spent the last 20 minutes watching you mutter to yourself trying to solve a problem I couldn’t even begin to understand. I am not going to make you choose. If I come back here, you can stay and work in your lab and I can do two things which brings me to my next couple of points.”
Vern narrowed his eyes at me and it tickled me. He looked equal parts intrigued and wary about what I was going to suggest.
“Number two, I can’t explain what I saw, experienced when I crossed through the Bulk. I’m losing the details even as we speak but if I can experience it again going home, and again coming back, then I’ll bring my art supplies and maybe I can show you everything I can’t describe using words. I think I know what to focus on now, what to commit to memory. Maybe it’ll help with your calculations? How to run future experiments?”
He caught his bottom lip between his teeth. He was curious but I could see him weighing the pros and cons. So I hit him with one last temptation.
“And, number three,” I started and placed salacious emphasis on the words as I spread my knees apart and pulled myself closer until his torso sat between them. I felt his body tense as the heat from my pussy hit us both. Was it cheating to short-circuit his logic with sex?
Maybe.
“You can have your cake and eat it, too.” I admit my double entendre was accidental but it didn’t stop me from leaning back in the office chair, in case he needed another clue as to what I was offering.
His eyes traveled down and locked onto my exposed slit. Any resolve he maintained to keep me away disappeared at that moment. His mouth descended on me before I could resume my attempts to sway him. I started with a gasp as his tongue found its target almost immediately before exploring every inch of me from my clit, to my taint, and beyond.
“How many times did we fantasize about having each other at our beck and call? Wouldn’t you like to get your work done…take a break…fuck me, that feels good…and then be balls deep inside me for some stress relief? I could keep to a corner of the lab and play with myself, keep myself ready until you need me?”
He grunted something into my cunt. Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he pulled my ass a little further off the seat and then held tight to keep me right where he wanted me. I writhed against his face, feeling his tongue slide out of my pussy only to return right to the very eager nub he’d started with. I watched him, admiring what I could of his face as he devoured me. He struck me as a man savoring a home cooked meal after being away a long time, a man who would demand seconds and thirds and would never get tired of finding new ways of enjoying it.
The orgasm earlier was mind-blowing on one hand but orgasms from penetration have a funny way of making my clitoral needs a bit more feral. I’ve sent him countless videos of edging myself with a dildo, refusing to touch my clit the whole day. When I do finally touch myself and rub myself to climax, it doesn’t take much…especially when I can touch it just right. And his mouth was more than just right.
The tip of his tongue flicked my clit with just enough pressure and I could already feel the tension building. I hated how fast I could feel myself coming but I didn’t want to pull back. I had a whole speech about everything we could do, all the toys we could play with. But my mind was occupied with one, singular desire now–especially as one arm let go of my thigh, resting it on his shoulder. It disappeared long enough for a single digit to push into my pussy, dragging me closer to the edge I was already violently approaching.
“My god, Vern, my god!” It was all I could manage to say until I tacked on a single, “more” at the end. I thought he would add a second finger to the first, and he did. Then both fingers withdrew and slid downward, using the slickness to rim and explore my equally receptive asshole.
A new fire erupted through my body, inspired by his boldness and what I pictured as a desire to claim every single part of me in case I didn’t, or couldn’t, come back. I’d asked for more, begged for it with a moan and gyrating hips, and he delivered. First, one fingertip pressed inside, testing my resistance and finding none. My ass was well accustomed to all types of stimulation and exploration. He easily had two knuckles inside me on that first push. I grinded harder and repeated the moan for more, adding a very desperate please and alternating the two until the second fingertip sought entrance as well.
Between the gentle stretch of my ass and the oral onslaught on my pussy, I was done. He could have demanded anything from me in that lab and I would have given it to him if it meant he wouldn’t stop. His hands moved faster and harder, hopefully giving me a preview of how he might fuck my ass soon. I imagined him pushing me to the floor, bending me over, and spitting on my exposed asshole before driving his cock into me. I wanted to feel his pulsing cock in my ass so badly…
“Oh my fuck, Vern, please..please…” But I never finished the thought.
My back arched without warning and once again my screams and moans filled his lab as the first orgasm racked my body.
He didn’t pull away, and his hands and tongue didn’t stop. The chair wouldn’t let me push away from him, the wheels just made it easy for him to pull me right back. The second climax hit me. My nails dug into the leather and I begged, but for what, I had no idea. I only managed to scream “please” in between gasps for air and moans. To stop? To keep going? I couldn’t tell anymore. The flood of hormones and sensations were beyond intense, so much so that they purified me, pushing every non-essential function and thought out of my mind. I wanted nothing more than to be at his mercy like this forever.
Despite the violence of each orgasm, my mind suddenly stilled as if floating. Behind my tightly shut eyes, the darkness surrendered to something I couldn’t immediately see. As Vern continued licking and sucking at my clit and lips, the images came faster and clearer. I didn’t understand at first but I searched, and once the images steadied, I realized I was catching glimpses of the Bulk. In the throes of my pleasure, I could see the space in between as if I was standing there again only this time something was different. The feeling of it being full returned and even though I appeared to be alone, I knew I wasn’t alone. I felt something, some things, were watching me. Whatever they watched with, they were all on me, in this moment of ecstasy. I tried to commit as much as I could to memory but the moment I tried, it began to slip away.
Perhaps it was no coincidence that Vern had also dialed his attention back, pulling his mouth away and slowly withdrawing his fingers. My eyes snapped open. I was back in the lab, and despite my brain still swimming in post-orgasmic bliss, I knew something important had happened. I was connected to the Bulk somehow and…
I slid from the chair, falling to the floor in a spent heap. I looked up at Vern. He appeared both pleased with himself and exhausted. He should know, I should tell him but I had no idea how to form words, let alone explain what I’d seen. We’d have time, I’m sure…I just needed to run a few experiments of my own. It was finally my turn to be a scientist.
Vern broke the silence as I continued catching my breath.
“I’ll send you back through the Bulk. Pack what you need for the week and I’ll open the bridge again for you to come back through. This includes your ID, passport, and whatever else you’ll need to identify yourself because you will not be going through the bridge again. You understand, Rox?”
I nodded and quickly smiled at the use of a nickname.
“Good,” he added quickly. “Now let’s talk about the toys and outfits you’ll bring back with you. We can go through our chat history and make a list.”
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