Melinda turned off the light and the room was plunged into darkness. Nancy had meticulously planned every detail of the dinner and assigned everyone a task, robotically ticking off another project on her moving-forward-with-life list.
Melinda was relieved the lights were out when they began eating their meal. The attempt to perch a plate on her lap as she sat with her back to the table had to look ridiculous. At least the darkness cloaked the foolishness.
The silence that ensued provided comfort. Two hours of absolute stillness was to follow. Nancy had meticulously analyzed each room in all four of their homes and chosen this one because of its size. Melinda knew each girl was sitting in the same darkness she was, a mirror in front of her in case the ghostly image of her future love appeared.
Melinda didn’t understand how the ceremony would work. Sitting in the dark thinking of your perfect love? No chants, no spells, potions or concoctions. Pure unadulterated lust and yearning. Hell, she should have a houseful of men already with all the dreams she had.
But when she asked, Nancy had spouted off some medieval belief and then a long scientific diatribe about mirrors affecting the polarity of dimensions. Some nonsense that had made her head ache.
She could use a lover—one who would bring out her untapped passions, a man who would desire her for whom she was and crave her touch as much as she yearned to touch him. It would feel so good to have a man touch her right now.
It had been too long since a man had run his hands across her sensitized skin. She wanted her toes to curl and her eyes to roll into the back of her head.
Golden-colored eyes appeared in front of her. Melinda’s pulse raced, her startled gasp filled the room as she jumped. She blinked a few times to make sure she hadn’t fallen asleep and looked around in the darkness. The nervous tap of a heel on the floor filled the room.
She was losing her mind. This couldn’t be happening.
The eyes in the mirror became more defined as a soft blue light appeared around the outer edge. The image of a man’s face appeared briefly before her, the mouth curved in a wide grin. Those lips would feel good against her skin. Her heart leaped in her chest. She wanted him. The room spun. A thick fog-like substance flowed outward from the mirror, pervading the room.
Melinda coughed, stifled by the unexpected presence in her dining room. He was gone. Only her reflection was in the mirror now, the pale blue light gradually diminishing. A brief sense of loss enveloped her before she accepted she was going crazy—there was no other explanation. Settling back in her chair, she rested her hands on the soft material of her knee-length skirt.
She turned slightly in her chair to get Nancy’s attention. She wasn’t there. None of them were. The room was empty.
A breeze blew through the room and swept the soft material of her skirt up to rest on her wrists. She shivered as the cool air caressed her exposed thighs. The buttons of her blouse slipped from their holes, making her gasp. She couldn’t move. Her voice seized in her throat, she was unable to utter a single sound.
It was him.
Fingers squeezed into the soft skin of her inner thigh, kneading and caressing their way to the moisture pooling between her legs. Her erratic breathing became hypnotic, deafening the unsure voice in her mind. None of it made sense, but she didn’t care. Melinda was a big believer in things happening for a reason and she fully intended to embrace the opportunity to no longer be the “good girl” of their group. She was sick of watching life, rather than living it. Tonight she’d explore and experience.
The front clasp of her bra snapped open. Oh god not the bra too. Something massaged her breasts. No. Not something. Someone. Her pulse raced and she moaned when a finger slowly slid around her panties and against her damp slit. At least she thought it was a finger.
She gasped when her panties slid down her legs. Her heartbeat accelerated with her sex fully exposed. Her quivering mound responded to the fingers that ran across it again.
Fingers flicked across her nipples, hardening them into buds. Teeth scraped against the sensitized flesh and nibbled playfully, forcing a groan from her. He feasted on her breasts as fingers plunged inside her pussy.
What the hell was happening?
Did she care what the answer was? Even though she knew she should be skeptical and afraid, she had wanted a thrill and a man to touch her, and somehow, someone or something had. As crazy as it seemed, she couldn’t help but see this experience as her fantasy being fulfilled.
“You’re almost ready for me, Melinda.” The deep, masculine voice whispered in her ear, warm breath tickling her earlobe. Anticipation flared through her.
The grandfather clock’s chime echoed through the room, followed by the startled gasps of her friends.