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Chapter 17: Turnabout

Janessa made her way up the stairs.  The steps going up were actually two sets.  The first set went halfway up to a landing and then turned 180 degrees going the rest of the way to the upstairs front room.  Janessa was walking up this first flight when she tripped on the step before the landing.  She fell forward, catching herself on her hands, hitting the floor with her knees. 

"One of these days my clumsiness is gonna kill me," she muttered.  She remained there, eyes closed, recovering from the quick surge of adrenaline that had rushed through her as she fell.

Janessa opened her eyes and with a start recognized she wasn't on the landing anymore.  The strangely familiar scent of musk, rain and the forest at night hit her nose and she looked down.  Her hand was wrapped around the substantial girth of a male, DUH!, pulling on his arousal in long, sure strokes.

What the FUCK is going on here?  She looked up the length of his body from under hooded eyes as she dipped her head, tongue darting out to lick and taste the head of his arousal.  Salted honey?  The taste was unusual but actually rather pleasant.

Janessa found herself looking upon a superior specimen of a man.  His head was thrown back in the throes of pleasure so she could not make out his features directly.  She could only see his profile from below.  His long hair fell across his shoulders in pale cascades of silk.

She could see the muscles of his jaw clench as she caught the lower bead of her tongue stud against her bottom teeth, extending her tongue to put back pressure against the metal shaft as she ran the front bead around the base of his throbbing head, now using two hands, fingers interlaced to stroke him.  Her fingers simply could not wrap all the way around his girth.

She pressed harder with the stud, circling his head, lapping up his pre-cum.  Her eyes widened as his thighs twitched, a gasp escaping his lips as he tossed his head to the side, his hair falling away to reveal… 

POINTED EARS!!!  WHAT THE FUCK???  This is not a man!  He's…  He's…an elf!??  OK.  It's cool.  I'm CLEARLY daydreaming.  Dear god I need to get laid BAD if I'm having vivid daydreams like this with no provocation whatsoever!

Secure in her assumption that this was just a daydream Janessa lost herself in the reactions she was eliciting from her dream-elf.  She decided from the way his hands twisted in the sheets she had tormented him enough. 

She wrapped her lips around his throbbing arousal, relaxing her throat to take as much of him in as she could, noting with pride that her lips went all the way to his base, her hand gently kneading his twin sacs.  She hollowed her cheeks, sucking as she brought her head up, her stud dragging along the front of his length.

The sensation proved to be too much for him and he bucked into her mouth, groaning his release as his essence filled her mouth.  She swallowed the sweet tasting fluid, wondering at the sheer vividness of this day dream.  Even includes tastes.  She continued to move her mouth over his length until she was satisfied she had sucked him dry.  She sat back on her heels and closed her eyes, licking her lips.

Janessa opened her eyes to find herself sitting back on her heels on the landing.  She suddenly pinwheeled her arms as she almost lost her balance, having leaned too far back.  She shifted back onto her feet, standing quickly to save herself another fall.

Damn girl.  You are losing it.  First that DAMN good dream and now this.  She suddenly realized she was breathing heavily, her heart racing.  Dreams are one thing.  Getting caught up in waaay too vivid visions like that is NOT a good thing. 

I am SO losing it!  I can't afford to have something like this happen during the competition, or god forbid, while I'm on my bike.  Get a grip.  She shook her head, walking up the rest of the stairs.  Need to stay focused.  No more daydreams.  Though that one WAS pretty real, hot too.

Janessa pushed the images to the back of her mind as she made her way to the kitchen, greeting Pat who sat at the table reading the newspaper.  Jan rummaged around in the fridge, came up with some leftovers and tossed them in the microwave. 

As she turned back to Pat she pulled the safety deposit box key from her bodice.  Jan walked over to the table and placed it next to Pat's placemat.  The older woman looked at the piece of metal for a moment before picking it up, turning it back and forth in the light.

"Do you know where it's from?" Janessa asked quietly.  The microwave beeped suddenly, making Jan jump.  She turned back to the device, retrieving her now hot leftovers.  Jan moved quickly to sit opposite Pat, watching the woman's expression.

Pat considered the key for another moment before meeting Jan's eyes.  "Actually I do know where this is from."  The older woman passed the key back to Jan.  "You know that older bank down by Citadel Mall?"  Jan nodded.  "That's where it's from."

Jan looked at the key again.  "Huh."  She replaced it in her bodice, looking back to Pat.  "Thank you."  At the older woman's nod and light smile Jan returned to her meal, inhaling it in minutes.  Some Academy habits never die.  She took the plate and deposited it in the dishwasher before heading back downstairs for her jacket and anything else she might have forgotten.

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