Getting back home, I was just about as happy to get in my room this evening, as I was yesterday evening. My poor little fat ass was whooped. Sure, I may not have been tossed into a pool and frozen half to death; but I'd had to spend all day with everyone staring at me and whispering behind my back. My nerves were completely shot. I couldn't wait to get in my room, out of my clothes, and under my covers.
Sleep was my greatest desire at the moment. I was so happily relieved when I finally managed to flop unceremoniously atop my bed and let the gentle darkness of sleep wash over me!
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The moment I stretched and opened my eyes, I realized something was off. For starters, my room was unnaturally dark — much more so than what is usual for my little personal man cave. Normally, I tend to have something on in the room, providing at least a minimal illumination, whether that be a night light or the screensaver on my laptop. Even when I didn't have those on, there was always some form of ambient light coming in from the window…
…But not this evening. Glancing over, my shade was pulled low, blocking the view outside. The door was shut, and the laptop was closed. My room was cloaked in gloom and shadows, with nary a sound to be heard. It was almost as if I'd went to sleep in my room and awoken in a cold damp tomb.
This was definitely one of those moments where living in a soundproof room sucks! The hairs on the back of my neck were standing straight on end, as I slowly pulled the covers back…
"Yaaaaiiiiiaaahhhhhh!!!" A girl's sudden shrill scream from across the room almost gave me a heart attack!
"Whaaaaaaahhhh!!" Instinctively, I screamed back and tossed the blanket in my hands in the direction of the girl's scream. Stumbling up, I hurried rushed to flip on the light switch. "Damn it, Maria," I cussed, "don't do me like that! I almost shit myself!"
"I… I'm not Maria," came back the frightened girl's voice, as I turned to watch somebody frantically struggle to unwrap themselves from the quilt I'd tossed.
Much to my absolute amazement, I instantly recognized the young lady as soon as she revealed herself. "Vicky?!!" Blinking furiously, I had to rub my eyes several times to make certain I wasn't seeing things.
"What the hell are you doing here in my room? And why the hell are you dressed like that?!" Nothing made any sense at the moment. Never in a million years, would I have imagined Vicky lurking in my room while I slept, like some sort of insane stalker-girl. Never in a hundred million years would I have expected to see her dressed like she currently was!
Her top was garbed in a thick, loose, gray sweater, with the hood pulled up over her head and hiding her hair – much like one of those which you might see some stupid bodybuilder wearing on television. I could just imagine Rocky wearing the stupid thing and yelling, "Adddrrrraaaiiiiinnn," while shaking his fist at the top of the capitol buildings steps. It looked utterly ridiculous on her!
And, the rest of her wasn't any better. Baggy assed black sweatpants poofed ridiculously over her legs, clashing horribly with the pink running shoes she had on her feet! As if that wasn't enough to clash to the point that it made one want to puke, Vicky was wearing what appeared to be red, woolen, Santa-style gloves on her hands – and that was all that I could see currently! If her face wasn't uncovered, and if I wasn't staring directly into it, I never ever would've guessed it was her standing there at the foot of my bed!
"Put… Put some clothes on!" Blushing furiously, Vicky turned her back on me, and stared into the corner.
"I've got clothes on," I shouted back, defensively! Sure, it might just be my boxer shorts, but it wasn't like I was naked, or anything. "Besides," I reasoned, "this is my room! What the hell are you doing in here? Do you have some sort of crazy stalker fetish?" I asked, incredulously.
"I… I don't know!" Anguish filled Vicky's voice, and from the sound of it, she was already half-crying. "I can't leave," she wailed, piteously.
"What the hell do you mean, you can't leave? Calm down, and quitcha crying. You've got to turn around here and tell me what's going on."
As I was bending down and pulling up my pants, Vicky slowly turned – almost mechanically – to face me. Her cheeks and eyes were slightly red from crying, but no tears were coming from them, as she stared wide-eyed in my direction, looking absolutely terrified. "You.. you're doing it again," she whispered, sounding almost faint.
"Quit it," Vicky pleaded. Knees trembling, Vicky looked like she was on the verge of passing out at any moment.
"Quit it? Quit what? Putting my pants on?" Somehow, I just couldn't seem to follow whatever the hell she was rambling about. And why the hell did she look so petrified of me? It's not like I was the one who broke into her room and was lurking there in some strange ninja-outfit, waiting on her to wake up!
"You… you're making me do things," Vicky trembled, as she forced out the accusation. "Things I don't want to do, and I can't not do them!"
"Me?" Of all the bullshit I've ever heard in my life! "I'm not making you do anything, and you'd never damn listen to me either, if I tried. Hell, I can't even make you stop calling me Micky!" What the hell type of prank is she going on about? Did Maria set her up to this? Frowning, I started looking all around for some sort of camera hidden in one of the corners of my room.
"Mic…. Mic… Mic… See, I can't even do it now, Michael!" Trembling furiously, Vicky looked both utterly terrified and upset at the same time. Hell, I had no idea the girl was such a good actress!
"Fine then," I snorted, in disbelief. "If you've got to do anything I tell you to do, then get out of those lame assed clothes."
I don't know what type of game her and Maria are playing at, but I'm not going to be any part of it. She might act like she's listening to me, but when push comes to shove, I know she'll stop long before she'd ever end up naked in front of me on her own. Honestly, this whole thing must just be some sort of prank that Maria set up sinc….
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…..Ummm?? What the hell?!!
…..
Contrary to my deepest held beliefs, Vicky slowly, but unhesitantly, started stripping in front of me. First, she slid off her shoes, and then she pulled the sweater off over her head to reveal a thick, long-sleeved shirt underneath. A moment later, the shirt was tugged off and dropped unceremoniously onto the floor, and then the sweat pants were pushed down.
My eyes were already beginning to bug out of my head! I couldn't stop staring unblinking, watching her insane actions – and they only got crazier! Never, never ever in my wildest dreams, would I have imagined she'd strip down to her underoos in my bedroom while I was watching excitedly. Hell — she didn't stop there, as my brain told me she would.
Instead, Vicky unhesitatingly tugged the solid white sports bra off over her head, and then pushed down the thick white granny panties she was wearing to the floor. Trembling violently, the last things to come off were the Santa gloves, as Vicky squirmed uncomfortably, naked and on full display in front of me.
"Ma… Ma… Maria!" So startled was I, that I completely forgot about the simple fact that I live in a soundproof house!
As I was taking a deep breath to yell again, Vicky hurried across the short space between us and shoved her hands across my mouth. "No! No! No! I can't let anyone else see me like this! Pleeeease," she begged.
"Ummm…. Sure," I whispered, ogling her naked body uncontrollably. Unbelievably, Vicky looked exactly like she had in my dream last night — from inverted nipples to well-shaven and trimmed golden bush between her legs. "I'm… I'm not dreaming this, am I?" I simply couldn't make myself believe that the moment was real.
"It's not a dream. It's a nightmare," Vicky muttered, moodily, as she finally moved back away from me. Bending down, she picked up the blanket which I'd thrown at her, wrapping it around herself to cover up.
"So what the hell's going on? Why are you here? How are you here?" When I woke up, she was already in my room. I figured Vicky had to have more answers than me, at the moment. Was this all somehow related to the pool at the caverns? Could the myth somehow be real?
Nah! I just couldn't believe that! There had to be a reasonable explanation somewhere!
"I… I don't know." Looking like she was about to cry, Vicky eased over and sat down on the edge of the bed, clenching the blanket tight against her chest. "Last night, I had a weird dream where I was…. Ummm…. Visiting you all night," Vicky stated, diplomatically. "This morning, when I woke up in my room, I just assumed it was my conscience getting even with me for what Brock did on the field trip.
"I tried not to think too much about it," Vicky sighed, "but then you told me not to call you Mic…. Mic…. That name," she finished, lamely. "No matter how hard I try, I just can't say it now, and that's when I knew something funny as hell was up. When I got home this evening, that's when I got dressed in the most unappealing and covering clothes I had — as if that helped any — and then I prepared to stay awake all night to see if anything would happen."
"Well, apparently something damn happened," I replied, snarkily. "How the hell did you end up in my room?"
"I honestly don't know," Vicky cried. "One minute I was pacing back and forth in my room. The next — POOF — I was here. And I can't leave!" Vicky sounded like she wanted to burst out in tears, but her eyes remained completely clear. I suppose she was still bound by my command to stop crying, even after all this time?
"POOF, and you were here?" Snorting, I found that rather hard to believe. Hell, the whole damn situation is impossible to believe! "I'd love to see that," I snorted, derisively.
"Fine." Slumping her shoulders helplessly, Vicky got up and worked her way past me and towards my walk-in closet. "Now, don't blink," she warned me, "and don't take your eyes off me. I promise, there's no trick involved in this." Looking completely forlorn, Vicky walked into the closet and to the left in it, out of sight.
"Boo!" Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Vicky's unenthusiastic voice appeared from behind me.
"YAAAAAHHH! Yaa! Yeowza!" Startled almost out of my wits, I hurriedly spun around to see her starting to sit back down on the edge of the bed; blanket still clutched firmly around her shoulders.
"How… How the hell did you do that!" My poor heart was pounding in my chest, as I tried not to show how badly she'd just shocked me to the core.
"I… I honestly don't know," Vicky sighed, sounding miserable. "The moment I turn the corner, PRESTO!! I'm back in the center of the room here."
"What the hell?" Even after seeing it, I wasn't certain I could believe it. Almost expecting that it was all some sort of elaborate trick, I headed into the closet and walked back into the corner.
Thuump! "Yeoouch!" The sound of something hitting the floor behind me, followed immediately by Vicky's sudden exclamation of pain, right at my ass, made me jump and crash into a nearby wardrobe. Stumbling backwards, I flopped back on my ass — hard — making the exact same sounds as I'd just heard, when I hit the floor.
Glancing over my shoulder, Vicky was sitting on the floor, rubbing her poor hip, with the blanket forgotten and fallen down around her. Looking pitiful, she'd apparently POOFED off the bed, where she was sitting, and instantly appeared in the closet behind me, the moment I'd walked out of sight.
"Are you okay?" I had to ask, seeing her looking completely miserable. Never would I have imagined Vicky — the ever-cheerful, ever-energetic, ever-perfect Vicky — looking like she looked now.
Saying nothing, Vicky just nodded her head slowly up and down, indicating she was unhurt.
"In that case, close your eyes, lean against the wall, and sleep until I tell you to wake up." Even after everything I've seen so far, I still had doubts about the reality of the situation.
When Vicky did exactly what I told her too, in the space of a few seconds, I couldn't deny the truth any longer. Apparently, those damn falls are magical, and apparently, I'd wished the hell out of Vicky!