Meri suddenly noticed
hands caressing her legs. She was irritated at the first moment and
she was immediately prepared to move away and react. She could not
find the time to perform her action before she felt the familiar
tones in the touches. She was surprised for two reasons. She was
feeling direct and organic touches although she still had Met's Skin
on her. The other character of the touches were more specific. One of
the hands had been placed on a region where Meri had always liked too
much while being touched. The hand was softly moving within and
around the region. It was squeezing, releasing, pressing down and
moving up again, walking in several directions while contacting at
different points with its fingers. It was telling a story that Meri
had heard before, and had enjoyed very much each time she had
listened to it. It was unbelievable that simple and small touches
could tell such complex and big stories on Meri's skin and mind. She
forgot everything and left herself to the music and sounds of the
touches. Symphonies of light were passing before her eyes while she
was trembling and moving her arms down to submit herself with all her
existence. It was a lusty interaction awakening every point in her
physical existence with rich reflections in her mind. She was feeling
life everywhere as the hands moved throughout her legs. The hands
perfectly knew where they were walking and what they would meet.
Meri forgot everything. She left her legs and her existence to the
hands. The hands moved up and down, to the right and to the left,
slowly and with small variations, gently and constrictingly, caringly
and lovingly, showing the value of sharing the same space and feeling
a specific connection between two skins and two minds. It was not a
story that Meri was hearing for the first time, she had seen many
familiar characters and scenes. It was telling an upper level story
built on everything Meri had lived before. Only one person in the
universe could understand and write this story. Meri whispered with a
great happiness. "Welcome my love," she said. "I am
happy to have you back on my real skin." She did not think much
on how she could feel all those under Met's Skin, and did not wonder
if Kara was watching and recording these historical moments. Having
Met back was sufficient for Meri to forget everything. The connection
established while caressing and being caressed was the definiton and
meaning of life. Life was love.
"My love," said
Meri with tears in her eyes. "I am happy to have you back."
Met did not reply, he just
smiled with his innocent eyes with a happy look on his face.
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