"She Wears Her Wings In The Dark"

"Anyway, hopefully that helped you see why people kiss."

"Yes, helped," she said simply.

"It's… it's pretty great, right?"

"Great!" she agreed, giggling. "Avianna liked kissing."

She smiled wider, clarifying with sincerity, "Kissing Addie. Very much."

She pulled back, taking his hand and -- walking backward -- leading him with no particular hurry down the trail.

He asked, "What do you want to do next?"

Avianna giggled again, turned and continued leading Adrian down the path without answering. She looked back at him often, smiling each time. The forest's edge arrived, but she stopped short of emerging. She liked the woods, particularly when it was just the two of them.

She scanned what was ahead of her: lawn, sidewalk, a line of trees, the busy road, and then nothing but buildings. Then, turning back, she began leading Adrian back down the trail they'd just traveled, saying, "Avi and Addie play."
 
Once again he found himself being dragged along behind this tiny creature. Slightly too perfect to be real. A dream from which he hoped he would never awake. He looked towards the sky. “We still have a bit of time before it gets dark. You know, when I hike these trails, the squirrels will come right up to you looking for food. They aren’t very scared of people at all. Maybe you could chat with them up? Tell me their names.” Adrian said jokingly and laughed.

“Come on!” and with an excitement he hadn’t felt since he was a little boy, now it was him dragging her along down the hiking trail until they got to a section with a few squirrels around. Adrian let Avianna run off for a bit, apparently thrilled to be conversing with the wildlife, which, despite Adrian’s observations about them not being afraid of people, seemed to have an unnatural affinity to her. Just one more thing that he might never be able to explain.

Soon dusk was coming, and it was probably time to head home before the seedier citizens of the city began wandering into the park. “We should probably be getting back. It will be dark soon.”
 
"Maybe you could chat them up?" Adrian said playfully about Avianna and the squirrels. "Tell me their names.”

She only smiled and laughed, simultaneously thinking They don't have names, silly while also wondering whether he believed she could actually communicate with them in a way ... which, of course, Avianna could.

She absolutely enjoyed the next couple of hours! She ran about, skipped, leaped; she even climbed a tree, with the skill of the squirrels accompanying her, up a good thirty feet before a passing beat cop chastised her, then looked to Adrian and told him, "Get her down before she breaks her neck."

She came down, but it wasn't the end of the fun or the mystery. She dragged Adrian over to an ancient stump, sat him down, and commanded, "Addie be still."

Then, sitting next to him and whistling with uncanny accuracy to real bird song, Avianna attracted an ever changing flock of sometimes up to fifty birds of as many as six species, some of which milled about them on the ground and others of which landed on the stump next to them, on her, or on him. She giggled with a big Jay landed atop Adrian's head and began screeching to it mate, who was sitting on a nearby picnic table, picking apart some human food it had discovered.

Eventually, Adrian told Avianna, “We should probably be getting back. It will be dark soon.”

She was conflicted about leaving the park as the sun was dropping. On one hand, she wanted to spread her wings, literally. On the other hand, she knew that doing so was not something she should let people, regular humans like Adrian, should see.

She would have liked to let Adrian see her wings, of course. But, not yet. Not now.

"Go home?" she asked reluctantly.

Soon they were at his house ordering vegetarian pizza while Avianna was once again bouncing about Adrian's apartment, checking out the things she didn't understand, which meant all of them. She'd seen the flat screen television on the wall earlier, but only now walked up to check it out. She mistook it for a window looking into some form of darkness and put her face up close to it, looking for someone or something in the night.
 
The trip had done wonders to lift her spirits it seemed. It left Adrian more confused than ever. She was like something out of a Disney movie, complete with a menagerie of woodland creatures heeding her beck and call. Once again he found himself questioning if she were human at all.

But if not, then what? To even contemplate the question felt like admitting he was crazy.

"Well if you liked the tacos, I think you're gonna love pizza. Don't worry, no dead this time." He watched in amusement as she wandered about the apartment examining, touching and fiddling with everything. Like a toddler she required constant supervision.

"Avi! That's the stove, it gets super hot."
"Avi! Don't put your hands inside the toaster"
"That's pepper, don't sniff it."

When she took interest in the electronics he couldn't help contemplating the herculean task of trying to explain what a universal remote was. Then she began peering into the flat screen. He smiled, then thought it through.

If he turned on the DVR and the soundbar individually, the soundbar output was connected to the actual TV, check. A few seconds for the DVR to boot...enter...right...down...enter.

If he remembered the sequence correctly, the DVR should now be playing whatever he watched last. He turned the volume up a bit. Then hit the power button for the TV.

The thumping of electronic dance music exploded from the soundbar and the screen was suddenly flickering with rapidly changing multicolored lights.

Oh no! Adrian furiously jabbed at the remote and fumbled it onto the floor. He had completely forgotten the last thing he watched was a documentary on strip clubs, and now, almost as big as real life, a woman in little more than underwear was enthusiastically grinding her body against some nervous looking middle aged man.
 
Sometimes, Avianna giggled at Adrian's reactions to her explorations; other times, she grimaced or stuck out her lower lip, feeling deprived of learning or experiencing something new.

When he turned on the television, though, she leaped back in shock! Suddenly, there were people there. She exclaimed, "Who? How?"

Adrian was too occupied behind her to answer, though: he'd dropped the remote on the floor, and when the battery case cover popped off, one of the batteries had rolled away to some undetermined location, leaving him without the ability to do anything about what Avianna was seeing.

She moved back up to the television, leaning to the right, to the left, looking into the next room, which is what she thought she was seeing. She stepped back a bit just to watch. The woman on the screen wore a thong bikini with sequin-decorated triangular patches of fabric barely large enough to hide her nipples and pussy. She was writhing her back end all about in the lap of a fully dressed man who, like Adrian has thought, looked nervous as hell.

Avianna found the scene interesting. Then she began to find it entertaining. Finally, she began to find it instructional. She'd never seen anyone do this, of course, but for reasons she couldn't explain, she found it ... fun.

Suddenly, she was bent at the knees and waist and mimicking the stripper's movements, performing a sort of air lap dance. A woman's voice came from speakers Adrian had arranged in the corners of the room, startling Avianna at first, particularly since they weren't coming from the dancing woman's mouth.

The narrator was explaining something about how the man wasn't allowed to touch the dancer with his hands and how the woman wasn't allowed to remove any more clothes than she already had. Avianna didn't understand it all, of course, partially because she didn't understand the purpose of what was taking place between the two people.

But this movement she was making was very fun, and Avianna was and always had been about fun. She looked to Adrian, finding him looking at her, obviously, and as she continued to shake and roll her ass all about in the air, she laughed in great delight.
 
Oh god! Oh God! Once again things had somehow turned into a disaster. He fell to his knees and snatched up the remote, thrusting it at the TV like he was trying to slay a dragon. Nothing happened!

He pressed the button again. And again! He flipped it over and smacked the side only then realizing the batteries had fallen out. He found one immediately, but the other was nowhere to be found. Avi meanwhile was engrossed in the tawdry display playing out on the screen.

He searched frantically, shoving his arms under the couch. Flipping the chair. He was vaguely aware of a copious amount of movement but he was a man with a mission. Finally, there it was! Just lying there, right between Avi's feet!

He crawled like a madman across the room and just put a hand on it when Avi's frenetic movements kicked it out of his hand. This finally prompted him to look up.

"Avi!" He fumbled backward a couple feet, ending up on his back. "What?...oh god…" Adrian swallowed hard and his voice cracked. "What are you doing?"

Oblivious to his dismay, Avi was laughing maniacally while simultaneously dancing in a most seductive manner.
 
"Avi!"

Still laughing and still shaking her ass around in the air, Avianna only laughed again.

"What?...oh god… What are you doing?"

"Fun!" she answered, the only way she could: she had no idea that what she was doing was in anyway lewd and suggestive. She just knew that the movements were fun and delightful and made her feel joy. She turned to face Adrian, gesturing at him and saying, "You do! Addie and Avi together."

But then she looked back to the television and, seeing the man sitting and the woman dancing in his lap, she asked without any idea just what she was asking, "Avi do that with Adi?"
 
He found himself incredibly distracted by Avi’s surprisingly seductive moves. She seemed to have an innate ability to mimic the motions of the girl on the screen, who, let's face it, knew what she was doing. Adrian looked down and was mortified to see his pants were tented over a raging hardon. He crab-walked backwards as if he could get away from it but only made it a couple of feet before his shoulders hit the couch.

“Avi do that with Adi?” she asked innocently.

Mouth agape, Adrian sat on the floor, back against the couch, legs stretched out before him. What?

She was slinking her way toward him, her hips moving in a most hypnotic pattern that sent an ache through his loins.

Did she really say…?

He mumbled back, “Avi...do that...with Adi.” He had intended it to be a question. Or more correctly, a confirmation of her question. But what came out sounded more like an invitation.
 
“Avi...do that...with Adi.”

Avianna interpreted Adrian's words just as he hadn't meant them and danced her way toward him. Her hips swayed, her hands caressed over her still clothed body, and as she smiled devilishly, her eyes drank him in like she'd seen the stripper do in the documentary. She had no concept of what her fun looked like from Adrian's point of view, but she was having a ball!

She turned her back to him, continuing to waggle her ass as she leaned forward. But then, suddenly, she stopped, stood tall, and went still. The exotic dancer in the magic window was wearing nothing more than a sequined thong bikini set that barely concealed her nipples and crotch.

"Take clothes off?" she asked as she turned toward Adrian. She looked to, then pointed to the television, where a different stripper in different yet still revealing clothes was doing a lap dance for a different patron. She looked to her soul mate and asked, "Avianna too many clothes?"
 
It was all too much to bear. He had tried. He had tried so hard to be the kind, sensative guy. But now he was just hard. So hard it was uncomfortable.

His mouth hung open as he watched her hips sway, left, then right. Her long legs moving to the music, slowly closing the distance. He tried to push it out of his mind, but he kept picturing those legs wrapped around his waist. Her huge breasts undulating under his lips.

When she asked it she was wearing too many clothes, Adrian knew it was time to say no. Time to tell her to stop. But he wanted her. Wanted her like he never wanted another woman. He ached for her.

In the end, all he managed to do was nod yes.
 
(OOC: An out of context reminder of what Avianna looks like. She is currently wearing a tight fitting tee shirt and loose fitting gym shorts.)


With Adrian's hesitant nod that she was wearing too many clothes, Avianna returned to her sexy dance. Her gaze shifted repeatedly between the man on the couch and the documentary in the magic window, which was now showing not a lap dancer but a stripped on the stage.

Avianna studied her for a minute or two, still writhing about before Adrian's eyes, until finally the woman began shedding her layers of clothing. The girl from the forest didn't have anything on as sexy as the woman on the television, but Avianna got the gist of it.

She looked back to Adrian again, smiling and winking, something she'd seen an earlier stripper do. She took hold of the lower hemline of her tee shirt and started shifting it about her belly, left and right, twisting it about, then pulling it upwards to flash little bits of skin. She looked back to the television for more guidance, and seeing what was happening there, looked back to her host and ripped the tee upwards and away.

Her massive breasts, unbridled by any undergarment, were instantly on display. They were gravity defying, and the excitement of the dancing had already caused their nipples to swell to or even beyond the size of a Hershey Kiss, only in this case being a brownish-pink, not dark chocolate.

Avianna continued her dance, and like the woman earlier in the documentary, caressed her hands all about her belly, then upwards to take her breasts into her hands and squeeze them in curling fingers. It actually felt kind of good, she realized after a moment, making her wonder why she'd never done this before.

She glanced back to the television again for more reference, then began teasing with the waist band of her gym shorts. She turned her back to Adrian, leaned forward at the waist until her upper body was at a ninety degree angle to the lower half, and in a super slow movement began peeling the shorts downward from her waist, to her hips, to her ass, to her thighs, to her calves, and finally to her ankles.

It would have been a sexy enough move by one of the documentary strippers in their thongs, of course. But Avianna wasn't wearing a thong: she had nothing on underneath the shorts at all! Rising tall again, stepping out of the shorts with one foot, then turning to face Adrian and kick the shorts to him with the last foot, Avianna was standing before him naked as a Jaybird ... returning to her dancing about to the music coming from the magic window.
 
Adrian had seen most...no all, of Avianna's body before. Quick playful flashes, or simple moments like the gas station where she was oblivious to the idea that nakedness was just not normal. This was different.

This was So much different. For the first time since their meeting, his little Avi was being purposely sexual, and for the first time, Adrian did not feel guilty about looking at her. Didn't feel the need to look away or try to cover her up. Instead he followed her every move with an unwavering gaze, taking in every inch of her.

It seemed an eternity as Avi slowly lifted her shirt. Adrian realized he was holding his breath as the fabric bunched up beneath the gently swaying mounds, and when they eventually popped free with a bounce, he let out an audible sigh.

He scrambled up onto the couch putting them at eye level. Feeling suddenly hot, he stripped off his own shirt, desperately tearing it free with none of the sexy finesse Avi had used. Unbridled, her breasts bounced enticing and his mouth watered imagining the feel of those hard nipples on his tongue.

When she turned away, he couldn't take it anymore. As she bent forward, he leaned back and gripped himself through his pants. As the shorts slowly slid to the floor, he squeezed and gave a deep groan. "Yes Avi. Yes." By the time she kicked the shorts to him, he was throbbing in anticipation.

He let her dance a moment longer, but when she came within arms reach, he grasped her arms and pulled her onto the couch. "No more teasing." He nearly gasped as he pulled her head down into a kiss. But there was nothing tentative about this kiss. It was deep, and hungry, his tongue plunging in search of her own.

His lips were locked to hers, until her weight settled into his lap. Trembling, his mouth opened as he let out a long aching groan. His arms wrapped around her even tighter. "Oh fuck Avi. I want you so bad."
 
Avianna smiled wider at Adrian's eager stripping of his own shirt. The man in the magic window had remained dress, so she was surprised. But she was delighted, too, as her host was a pretty boy with tight muscles in his arms, chest, and belly that somehow made her even more happy to see more of him.

Then, Adrian suddenly pulled her to him, kissed her even more passionately than they had at the park, and said, "No more teasing."

She didn't know that last word, but she interpreted it to mean the dance was over. Avianna liked kissing, so she enthusiastically joined in. And she liked the way Adrian's hands found her body, too, pulling her naked body tight against his partially exposed one.

"Oh fuck Avi. I want you so bad."

She didn't the word fuck nor his meaning of the word want anymore than she'd understood half of what he'd said to her since they'd been reacquainted. But she somehow knew it was a good thing, and as she pulled him tight into her as well for more of the very fun kissing, she said to him, "Oh fuck, Addie. I want you so bad."

The dances she'd seen on the television had each ended with the strippers putting their back to their patrons, sitting in the men's laps as they ground their bodies into them. In their case, though, Avianna was facing Adrian as they kissed wildly, his hands roaming all over her body.

She understood the differences; she was off script from what she'd seen. But she made the best of it by pushing forward to continue the dance, writhing atop Adrian's groin with her thighs parted wide and her pee pee area pressing hard against his...

She pulled her head back to look down into Adrian's crotch. A portion of his erection was pressed against her soft folds, but the tubular shape of its end could be made out clearly through the fabric of his own clothes.

"What this?" Avianna said, reaching down and pressing the tip of her extended index finger against the head of his cock. She poked it a couple of times, feeling the soft outside around a hard core and giggling. She looked right into Adrian's eyes and asked with joy, "Avi see?"
 
She wanted him. His horny brain was too addled with thoughts of sex to even consider whether or not she knew what she was saying. He began kissing down her neck as his hand, Finally, slid up to caress one of her firm breasts. Sliding over the smooth skin, squeezing, and eventually letting his thumb roll back and forth across her nipple which was shockingly firm and erect.

Her weight shifted forward and she continued to roll and sway her hips, only now her full weight was riding on his cock and he was soon grunting. He had to reassure her several times that he was ok and that this was a good thing. “No....I’m fine...I’m Better than fine...Avi, that feels so good!”

He shuddered when she poked at the tip of his shaft. He could feel his briefs were already spotted with a bit of pre-cum from her incessant grinding. He couldn’t take much more of that without popping anyway.

“Yes!” he said desperately, and a bit more loudly than intended. “Yes! Avi see.”
He released her from his grip and leaned back slightly, holding his breath again.
 
Avianna took Adrian's movement back away, which opened space between them, as permission to do as she'd asked. She reached down, grasped the elastic waist band of his gym shorts, and lifted them up away from his belly. Her head cocked to one side in slight disappointment as all she saw was another layer of clothing.

She slid out of his lap with haste, grasped the legs of the shorts, and gave them an almost fierce jerk. They and his boxers were ripped right down to mid thigh, and Avianna's eyes and mouth opened wide as his rock hard cock sprang into an absolutely vertical position.

She just stared at it in wonder...
 
Adrian couldn't help a slight laugh as she stared at his engorged state. "See what you've done to me!" He had to admit he was somewhat impressed himself. He hadn’t been this hard in quite some time, and he never really took time to just look at himself in this state.

He wrapped his hand around it and stroked lightly. “You can touch it.” He reached forward and replaced his hand with hers. “Just like I was doing. It…” He was cut off as another shudder coursed through his body at the feel of her touch. Then he smiled again. “See? It likes to be played with.” His eyes went a little wide and he quickly added. “But be Gentle!”
 
"See what you've done to me!"

Avianna wouldn't have understood how she had done that to Adrian, of course, but that wasn't the foremost thought in her mind right now. She'd seen penises on male humans before, of course, on the hikers and campers who sometimes came to her woods, while they were changing their clothes or cleaning under the waterfall or skinny dipping in the stream.

But they'd never been this big before, and those penises had always simply dangled before their bodies. Avianna found herself intrigued with how Adrian was so different from the others.

“You can touch it.”

She didn't hesitate to step a bit closer, amazed at Adrian's thingy He replaced his hand with hers, and she simply gripped it softly,

"Just like I was doing. It…”

When she saw and felt a shudder shoot through him, Avianna's eyes widened. Has she done that? Had she hurt him?

"See? It likes to be played with.”

Apparently not hurt, she realized, causing her to smile with relief.

"But be Gentle!" Adrian warned.

Avianna wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing, but she was sure she wanted to do it because Adrian obviously liked it: it was fun, and as he already knew, she was all about fun.

"Addie shows Avi" she requested. She took his hand and put it around her own, repeating, "Addie show."

He began giving Avianna a lesson on how to stroke a cock ... and it didn't take long for her to catch on...
 
Adrian could scarcely believe what was happening. He was wise to tell her to be gentle. Her grip was firm, but he had the clear sense she was exercising a considerable amount of control. He was already so close. He should make her stop. He couldn’t take much more of this before he was going to pop, but the look on her face was too much to resist. She seemed to be having so much fun, like a kitten with a new toy.

Even as soft as her hands were, the friction was getting to be a bit much. “You know, it works even better if you make it slippery.” Adrian lifted his index finger and slid it into his mouth, as if in demonstration.
 
Avianna watched Adrian wet his finger with his saliva and contemplated on his meaning. Then, with her face suddenly filling with obvious understanding, she raised her hand to before her face with her fingers splayed wide and spat into her palm.

Reaching back down to grasp his cock and return to her stroking, which now was able to involve his entire length without stretching his skin painfully, she asked with an almost joyous tone, "Better?"
 
Adrian had sorta hoped Avi would take a more direct route to making him slippery, but he quickly stopped caring. Her hands were now making long wet strokes, each one bringing him closer.

His stomach was clenched tight and his breath was coming in pants. "Fuck. Shit, Avi. That feels so good." He twisted to one side with a groan. "I'm so close." His hands tore at the couch as he squirmed uncontrollably. His head fell back and he growled through gritted teeth. "I'm so close."

His cock had begun to ooze and he could feel it throbbing in her hand. Arching his back, his butt came off the couch. "Avi! You're gonna make me cum!"
 
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