A/N: Hey. I was unsure to post this fic, but thanks to your comments I feel more assured. So thank you. I did notice some of you suggesting that I could probably skipped more yoga classes LOL. IDK, it is expensive and I should not skip at the first place. Well R&R.
Chapter 2
(Four days later)
Not forgetting her duty as a friend, Marissa threw Summer a dinner party to celebrate her engagement with Seth. Knowing that it was a nice gesture, she invited Summer and Seth's parents on a short notice. She made them sit alternately – male then female, male then female. The food which she ordered received compliments from everyone at the table, the red and white wine she bought on a last minute shopping trip is now less then a quarter full, all in all the dinner party she threw was a success.
"Lovely dinner Marissa, I enjoyed those Escargot Achatine In puff pastry," Kirsten complimented as the hostess ushered her and Sandy out of the apartment.
"I'll tell you the name of the chef that made those fabulous things later," she offered as Kirsten leaned in for a kiss on the cheeks. "Have a safe drive home."
"Will do kiddo," Sandy piped as he pulled Kirsten to him. Marissa watched them walk down the corridor before finally giving them a wave as the entered the elevator.
"I'm beat," she whined, pulling off the black high heels she has worn for the past two and a half hours. She threw herself on the couch. Summer and Taylor joined momentarily afterwards, letting out huge sighs as their bodies hit the comfy texture of the sofa.
"Thank you for throwing me this dinner party Coop. Seriously you didn't have to."
"Don't be silly Summer, this is your engagement and we should celebrate this special occasion. Anyways it was an excuse to have a dinner party," Marissa lips tugged crookedly. "You know how much I love those."
Summer's voice dipped lower. In a conspiratory tone she remarked, "I know, you're becoming like your mother. Always throwing dinner parties, having a seating arrangements – making us sit alternately boy girl boy girl." The taller girl chortled.
Taylor cleared her throat. "Summer, have you forgotten about the present you're suppose to hand to this lovely hostess?"
"The present," Summer blurted, wide-eyed.
"The present," Taylor echoed as Marissa watched on clueless about what was happening. She wrinkled her brows when Summer stood up and jogged across the threshold. She observed agog as the petite brunette fished out a leather bound book from her blue tote.
Before she could ask what the book was for, Summer questioned, "Are you wearing that tonight?" Marissa gazed down at her black cocktail dress with gold sequins. She nodded.
"Good," Summer replied. "Oh, and put those heels back on," she added.
"Why? It's almost midnight and the party's over…" she trailed off arching her eyebrow. "So…"
"It's almost midnight?" Taylor sounded exasperated. "Summer we don't have much time left."
"I know!" Summer cried out. She flipped through the book stopping when she saw the drawing of Alexandria.
"Ryan!" Taylor shouted as the boys stopped talking at the balcony. "Can you hand me the paper," it was more of an order than a request.
Marissa saw the sandy haired guy pulled out a sheet of paper from his slacks handing it over to his girlfriend; Seth trailed behind him – now looking eager.
"Is it time?" Summer's gawky fiancé asked.
"What time?" Marissa was getting very annoyed at her friends' behavior. Something fishy was happening and she concluded that it was something that involves her.
"Marissa," Taylor started off. "You have to repeat whatever I am saying."
"Why?" she rose off the couch. "Will somebody tell me what's going on here?" Twirling around, staring at the faces expectantly.
Summer showed the picture of Alexandria to her. "Marissa meet Alexandria, a Greek princess who has been trapped in this book for thousands of years."
Marissa just stared at her friend as though the shorter one has grown a tail on her back.
"It has been three years since you last have sex," Summer stated.
"Four," Marissa said absently. "But who's counting? Wait…" she trailed off. "…Why is it relevant anyway?"
"That's because Alexandria is going to put a stop to that," Taylor said, as Marissa grew more and more confused by the second. "She's going to put a stop on your born-again virgin days."
Looking peeved Marissa demanded, "This has to stop. My born-again virgin days? What possessed your minds to think that I'm a born-again virgin?"
"Because it has been four years since you last have sex," Seth sated the obvious and Ryan nodded in agreement.
"You know what your problem is Coop?"
Marissa stared up to the ceiling. "Enlighten me Summer."
"That you don't know how adorable and beautiful you really are. And that you think so lowly about yourself because you allowed a jerk's actions and comments to effect your self-esteem and life. And it bugs me that you're so contented leaving it as it is."
While Marissa stood dumbfounded by such an uncharacteristic remark, Taylor took the opportunity to explain who Alexandria was. "Alexandria of Mycenae," Taylor began. "A Greek princess cursed and trapped inside this book for thousands of years, only free to live as a human being when summoned. For thousands of years people had freed her temporarily when they were in need of a companion, a lover, someone that will cherish you, bring pleasure that would make your toes curl," she repeated the exact some sentence that was told to Summer. "According to Greek myths, Alexandria has scorned a lot of women during her human days. See, women hate her because most of their husbands or companions fled from them in the attempt to consummate their love with Alexandria."
Marissa bit her lips to hold her laughter. Her friends have gone cuckoo.
"One itty-bitty chant is all I that I could ask for," Summer begged.
Knowing how persistent her friends could be, and knowing they will stop at nothing, she pretended to give in. After all, it could be amusing. "Okay," she let out.
"Yay!" Taylor grabbed her hand as they headed to the balcony. Once they have reached Summer handed her the opened book.
"Hold this to your chest." Marissa did. She looked fixedly at the drawing of the women. She did not know what come over her, but Marissa was so captivated by her.
She was gorgeous. So perfect and inviting. If only she was real and not merely a drawing, Marissa thought. Already she has thoughts of naughty things she would allow the blonde goddess do to her.
Maybe it was the alcohol talking but Marissa found herself cuddling the book close to her. "Baby, baby, baby…you make me so hot and so horny. Hey, that rhymed." She let out a giggled while Taylor looked pissed.
"Don't mock," she reprimanded. "This is serious! Alexandria can hear whatever we are saying." Marissa howled. Summer can't help it, but a chuckle escaped her lips.
"Now repeat after me," Taylor began. "From the powers bestowed upon me…"
"From the powers bestowed upon me," Marissa repeated.
"I beseech thee, Alexandria of Mycenae…"
"I beseech thee, Alexandria of Mycenae…"
"Come ease my aching loins…"
Marissa wagged her eyebrows. "Come ease my aching loins…"
"Oh Alexandria of Mycenae, Alexandria of Mycenae, Alexandria of Mycenae…"
Marissa recited, "Oh Alexandria of Mycenae, Alexandria of Mycenae, Alexandria of Mycenae." Then she waited expectantly for Taylor to say something else.
"That's it."
"That's it?" Marissa furrowed her brows. "That easy?"
"What did you think was going to happened?"
"I dunno, pronounce some difficult Greek words that I've never heard of?" Marissa offered lamely.
"It's the 21st century Marissa."
Seth looked around, waiting for something weird to happen. Like rustled of the dry leaves. Or, a roar of a thunder followed by a lightning. Maybe a veil of mist covering the surrounding area. But nothing. Nothing weird happened.
"Now what?" Seth piped.
"Now we wait," Taylor answered.
And an hour later, they still waited.
And waited.
And waited.
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(Three hours later)
After literally forcing her friends out of her apartment, Marissa went about cleaning the dishes. She chuckled at the events that occurred just hours ago. She knew Taylor was all new agey and into Greek mythology and stuff, but she did not aspect Summer, Seth and Ryan to went along with it.
She turned to stare at the book lying on the coffee table. Taylor has insisted that she kept the book because Alexandria was about to pop out soon, her lips tugged into a lopsided grin at that silly thought. Marissa smothered the yawn that has escaped from her lips, covering it with her hand. Placing the dishes aside to dry, the brunette padded sleepily to her bedroom. She got out of the black cocktail dressed, which Summer urged she wear and changed into comfortable pink boxers and white tee. She lay down covering herself with the comforter, ready for the much-needed rest.
It was then a flash of lightning come from inside her apartment, followed by a loud thundering sound. Her eyes snapped open.
"What the…."
She got out of the bed. Marissa proceeded to walk towards the living room. A figure made her stop in her tracks. There, standing merely five feet away from her stood a woman, looking around her apartment. She noted the confused expression on her face. Then she noted the toga that the woman wore. And then she realized…
Alexandria was in her apartment.
Alexandria was real.
Alexandria was not just a drawing.
Alexandria was summoned.
"By yours truly," she mumbled. Marissa swallowed an invisible lump in her throat. She stood in the spot not knowing what to do. It was then she heard…
"Mistress…" The blonde goddess spoke. Her voice was throaty, and alluring.
"Hi," Marissa managed feebly. She waved her hand lamely. Since the drawing was black and white, Marissa finally noticed the blonde's teal-colored eyes. She has never in her life seen eyes as enticing as Alexandria's. The blonde was excruciatingly ravishing.
Alexandria's lips itched to a smile as her eyes swept over the woman that had summon her. Her light brown hair accompanied her skin tone well. She spotted the luscious lips, licking her own at the thought of tasting it. Her legs. It went on endlessly. She was lucky this time around. Her mistress was beguiling. Regardless of her looks, Alexandria knew she only existed to pleasure her. And she intended to do just that.
The blonde began sashaying her way towards Marissa who grew wide-eyed.
Oh no, oh no, oh no…. Marissa thought.
Alexandria stood just inches away from her mistress. She stared at the white shirt and saw the hardened nipples that jutted out of the material. She could not wait to see. She could not wait to touch. She reached out to cup the brunette's cheeks, her thumbs gently massaging the smooth skin.
When Alexandria touched her, Marissa quivered. She had longed to be embraced like that. To finally felt it, she was in cloud nine. Before she knew it, the blonde's lips descend on her own. She moaned in response. Savoring the taste of Alexandria's lips. Her lips parted beneath the blonde's, welcoming her and inviting her in. Alexandria's arms came around to lightly gripped her waist. Marissa felt light-headed just from kissing Alexandria. In her own accord, her arms came up to twine around the goddess' neck, drawing her nearer.
Alexandria's hands roamed her mistress' back before moving forward, down a tingling path towards the brunette's inner thighs. Her right hand went higher up to the center while the left kept tracing the smooth skin. Marissa gasped when she felt the blonde touched her arching center. Pleasure coursed through her body when she felt fingertips brushed against the thin material of her boxers, making her shiver and breath quickened. She knew what was about to happen, and despite how much she wanted it, grudgingly she snapped backwards and away from the blonde's touch.
Alexandria frowned. Not expecting her mistress to react like that. She wondered if she has done something wrong. After all, it has been a century since she was last summoned. Maybe, her technique was faulty.
"Did I do something wrong?" she questioned.
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A/N: Ooh cliffhanger…