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The first time I saw Gabrielle was in church, right before I passed out. I was standing there in my Sunday best, next to my mother, barely paying attention in the middle of Amazing Grace. I looked a few pews over and saw Gabrielle. She turned her head toward me, looked me straight in the eye and mouthed "I love you".
That's when the world came unhinged. Suddenly, everything seemed flat, lacking dimension. Everything, except for her. And that's when I hit the floor.
When I came to, there was a crowd around me. But she was gone.
The dreams came every night. Gabrielle was always there, in her full glory. For months, my night was filled with the scent of her, the feel of her body, the sound she made as I knelt between her thighs. One night, the dreams took a strange turn. As she was on her hands and knees in front of me and I was driving into her, she shook and came with a loud scream. In a flash of light and clap of thunder, wings burst from her back. Large dark feathered wings, that matched her dark hair. I lost control and my orgasm shook my whole body. When I woke up, I was still coming, shaking like a leaf.
I walked upstairs to find a place to retreat from the mass of dancers in the house below and the legion of smokers stationed outside the front door. There was a small crowd around one of the bedroom doors. The sounds of wild sex came through the door, muffled against the driving bass of the music.
I stood on my toes to look over the crowd. There was a mass of people on a bed, fucking like rabid animals. And there, in the middle was Gabrielle, strattling another woman's face as she took turns with the two naked men who had perched precariously on the bed in front of her. She was turned away from me, but I knew her body. And down her back, she had to large and intricate black tattoos... of wings.
I'd followed Gabrielle into the chruch. I'd learned that there were some times when I just had to follow her sudden whims. It made life easier, and she always got her way anyway.
She wandered around the church, looking at this mural or that poster on the wall. We got to a larger classroom sort of room, where there seemed to some sort of small information fair going on. Several tables were set up, with pamplets and nicely-dressed presenters talking to conservatively dressed older people. Looking around, it seemed to be geared toward parents who were sure their teenage kids were going to Hell unless they got some religion whipped on them. I saw phrases like "original sin" and "unnatural urges".
Gabrielle walked silently from table to table, glancing over the literature. She had a frown that was quickly turning into a scowl. I was looking elsewhere when she got to the man in the dark blue suit. I'd heard him say something earlier about a 'curing homosexual behavior'.
I turned back just in time to see her start overturning booths like a maniac. With a voice that rattled the windows, she screamed, "Not in my Father's house!"
I leaned down to kiss Gabrielle's neck as I pressed into her body from behind. Josh had knelt down to pay attention to her breasts, taking them in his mouth one by one. It was Josh who noticed that Gabrielle was bleeding from her palms.
We sat around in the cabin, the dozen or so of us in various states of undress. I held Gabrielle's hand as we idly watched Josh and Dana run their hands over each other, his pale skin a striking contrast against her dark form. The others chatted, kissed and touched amongst themselves idly.
I had a thought, and I looked at Gabrielle. "Love... which one of us is going to betray you?"
She looked at me and shook her head slightly. "That's not how it's going to work this time...."
She squeezed my hand and then got to her feet. She waited until the chatter died down and all eyes were on her.
"My friends, God is love. Let us make God."
And we did.
The first time I saw Gabrielle was in church, right before I passed out. I was standing there in my Sunday best, next to my mother, barely paying attention in the middle of Amazing Grace. I looked a few pews over and saw Gabrielle. She turned her head toward me, looked me straight in the eye and mouthed "I love you".
That's when the world came unhinged. Suddenly, everything seemed flat, lacking dimension. Everything, except for her. And that's when I hit the floor.
When I came to, there was a crowd around me. But she was gone.
The dreams came every night. Gabrielle was always there, in her full glory. For months, my night was filled with the scent of her, the feel of her body, the sound she made as I knelt between her thighs. One night, the dreams took a strange turn. As she was on her hands and knees in front of me and I was driving into her, she shook and came with a loud scream. In a flash of light and clap of thunder, wings burst from her back. Large dark feathered wings, that matched her dark hair. I lost control and my orgasm shook my whole body. When I woke up, I was still coming, shaking like a leaf.
I walked upstairs to find a place to retreat from the mass of dancers in the house below and the legion of smokers stationed outside the front door. There was a small crowd around one of the bedroom doors. The sounds of wild sex came through the door, muffled against the driving bass of the music.
I stood on my toes to look over the crowd. There was a mass of people on a bed, fucking like rabid animals. And there, in the middle was Gabrielle, strattling another woman's face as she took turns with the two naked men who had perched precariously on the bed in front of her. She was turned away from me, but I knew her body. And down her back, she had to large and intricate black tattoos... of wings.
I'd followed Gabrielle into the chruch. I'd learned that there were some times when I just had to follow her sudden whims. It made life easier, and she always got her way anyway.
She wandered around the church, looking at this mural or that poster on the wall. We got to a larger classroom sort of room, where there seemed to some sort of small information fair going on. Several tables were set up, with pamplets and nicely-dressed presenters talking to conservatively dressed older people. Looking around, it seemed to be geared toward parents who were sure their teenage kids were going to Hell unless they got some religion whipped on them. I saw phrases like "original sin" and "unnatural urges".
Gabrielle walked silently from table to table, glancing over the literature. She had a frown that was quickly turning into a scowl. I was looking elsewhere when she got to the man in the dark blue suit. I'd heard him say something earlier about a 'curing homosexual behavior'.
I turned back just in time to see her start overturning booths like a maniac. With a voice that rattled the windows, she screamed, "Not in my Father's house!"
I leaned down to kiss Gabrielle's neck as I pressed into her body from behind. Josh had knelt down to pay attention to her breasts, taking them in his mouth one by one. It was Josh who noticed that Gabrielle was bleeding from her palms.
We sat around in the cabin, the dozen or so of us in various states of undress. I held Gabrielle's hand as we idly watched Josh and Dana run their hands over each other, his pale skin a striking contrast against her dark form. The others chatted, kissed and touched amongst themselves idly.
I had a thought, and I looked at Gabrielle. "Love... which one of us is going to betray you?"
She looked at me and shook her head slightly. "That's not how it's going to work this time...."
She squeezed my hand and then got to her feet. She waited until the chatter died down and all eyes were on her.
"My friends, God is love. Let us make God."
And we did.