Summon Lyght(96)

The only problem was that scary ass pulling he could feel all around him. It wasn't really a bother except in his head. There was only a massive wormhole sucking all around him, a giant dark drain wanting to devour him. That's all. All he had to do is not think about it. Right.

Peggy was the one and only thing that remedied that. One thought of her sparkly eyes and sweet lips curled in that secret smile and he was fine. Perfect.

Tyler decided to see if he could find her while out of body. He slowly roamed the halls, trying to hold on to things. The doc said in a few years, he might be able to do that. Might as well start practicing. It was nerve racking though. Every time his hand passed through an object, he felt that drain sucking at him. Freaky crap.

Tyler paused outside the room he was pretty sure was hers. He closed his eyes and listened. He suddenly felt like maybe being there in that form wasn't right. His hand raised in habit of knocking and he paused, realizing he couldn't. He cocked his head and listened. Was that talking? The mumbling was barely detectable. Frustrated, he leaned his head through the surface until he could hear better. A TV? He turned his head which put his face in the room. Singing? Humming. But there was another noise, like white noise almost in the background.

Where was she? He stepped through the wall and made his way inside. If she were doing anything private, he'd just leave. Fast. He noticed a magazine open on the little table. And a pen. Leaning in, he saw writing all over it. Scribbling mostly. He looked closer, trying to make out the mess. His heart skipped a beat when he saw his name on the page. Next to…hers. And a heart around them. He smiled, reaching toward it wanting to touch, and remembering he couldn't.

He looked around, fascinated with all the…human things strewn about. It looked just like a regular teenager's room. Messy. And full of…things. Books and magazines littered the coffee tables, the bed. The floor. His heart raced at seeing a scrap of light pink lace on a pink rug next to the night stand. Then it froze in his chest at hearing the shower. Shut off.

Shit. That's what that other noise was.

He panicked, turning left and right. He made a mad dash for the door, only he moved in slow motion. What the hell?

She entered the room and Tyler froze. With his eyes closed. Waiting. Waiting for her to see him somehow. The sound of the door in front of him made him pop his eyes open. Oh God. His eyes got stuck on the sight of her naked backside. She peered out of the door and into the hall. Riveted. He was horrifically riveted. While he screamed at himself to stop looking, he stared harder. He'd never seen a naked woman. Holy. Shit.

She shut the door and turned, a look of confusion on her face.

Holy. Shit. His eyes glued to her breasts. He was beholding perfection. He knew he was. She was perfect. Oh my God, breasts.

She headed straight for him and he thought he'd have a heart attack when she walked right through him. He spun around and found she'd paused with her brows furrowed.

"Tyler?" she whispered, seeming to concentrate. "I…can feel you. Where are you?"

Shit. Shit shit. Shit fuck. He swallowed.

"Are you…here?"

He shook his head. Unable to make himself speak. Terrified now. Then right before his eyes, he watched the tips of her breasts turn hard. She bit her lower lip then licked it.

"It's…okay if you are."

Tyler's sixteen year old body responded to her tone unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Oh, he knew what it was, he'd just not experienced it. But he was now.

She suddenly smiled a little and turned. She went about her business and desire pummeled him as he watched her. Watched her walk slowly. She climbed on her bed and he was sure she was giving him a show. Her movements were slow and measured. And…graceful with a hint of…things he shouldn't be seeing. But she was showing him. He had no doubt. Suspected he was there and watching. Wanted that. Wanted him to…see her.

He gave in. And he watched.

She laid in the bed. Stretched herself out slowly. Arched her back. Dear. God. Her breasts.

"You sleeping, bro?"

Tyler gasped and sat up on the couch he'd reclined on.

"Sorry, didn't mean to freak you." Francis pointed at his groin. "Interesting dream?" He chuckled and shook his head opening the game room fridge.

Tyler's cheeks literally caught fire when he realized he had a massive erection. Jesus Christ, what an embarrassment. He sat up and grabbed the black throw on the back of the couch.

"It's okay. I understand."

Tyler looked at him. "You do?" How would he? "And how's that?"

Francis sat on the lounge chair next to Tyler, his elbows on his knees, his head lowered and shaking. But it was the smile on his face that told all. Then it hit him.