Poppins’ Return

Chapter 7 – The proof is in the…

There it was, sitting quietly and innocently in the palm of my hand. I could deny it all I wanted, but it had happened, and I couldn’t take it back. I sat there holding irrefutable proof that everything Marly had told me was the truth. It almost made me sad. A part of my brain was still holding on to my simple little world, where the most complicated aspect of my life was trying to pass Chem 231. Now, Pandora’s preverbal box had been ripped open and I was waking up in a strange new land where nothing I knew was worth a shit. It was scary as hell.

Marly let me sit there in silence while my brain sorted things out and came to grips with itself and the new rule book that had just been handed to me. The game was the same, but the stakes were higher, and it turns out that I’m a major player. But I like a challenge. Things were cool. I could do this. The only problem was that my new rule book was written in Swahili. Lucky for me – and the meaning of that word had suddenly changed in a radical way – I had an interpreter.

“Just so I’m clear,” I said, taking my eyes off the vase for the first time in nearly ten minutes. “What you did here was to give me some of your luck?”

She bobbed her head a bit. “Well, kind of… It’s more like I caused my luck to influence you.”

“What’s the difference,” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Hmmm… Think of it in terms of our lake analogy. Knowing that the vase was about to fall, I just had to steer you in just the right direction in order to catch it.”

“But I thought you said you couldn’t see ripples in time?”

“Actually, what I said was that we could all see them, it’s just hard to interpret what you see. On our lake, normal events that are far away send out ripples that are weak by the time they reach you, and their diameter of influence is so large that they become nearly indistinguishable from pure chaos. But events that are very nearby, say one or two minutes, have strong ripples which are very localized and so are easy to spot. While I can’t tell you what will happen next week, I can pretty much lock on to what is about to happen two minutes from now.”

I scrunched my eyebrows together. “And so how did you get me to catch the vase?”

“I looked at the possible event scenarios in the near future and spotted the one I wanted you to take. Then it was just a matter of timing to get you to put your hand out so that you fell into the correct path towards catching the vase.”

“I think I get it,” I replied, straining.

“It’s really not so hard if you look at it from the boat’s perspective. Even though the event that I want to occur seems amazingly impossible, it IS sitting out there in the lake someplace nearby. All I have to do is find it and turn you by telling you to put out your hand at the right time so that your boat turns and takes you right onto target. It’s a bit like aiming an arrow. I can see the goal, so it’s all about getting you pointed toward the target.”

For the next two hours, Marly went on to explain to me various possible scenarios that could occur that would require my direct intervention. They included, but were not limited to:

Falling objects (like my Acme safe)

Magic (which she insisted we talk about later)

Bodily attacks (like fist fights)

and Traps.

She said there were many others, but that those covered a lot of ground. I was of course interested in the magic category, but she wasn’t going to tell me squat about that one that night, so I let it go. The bodily attacks was interesting because it was probably one of the most likely kinds. I asked her why someone with a gun was more easily seen than someone with a mean streak and a good left hook.

“Well, a person can hide their intentions. Most people who walk around the streets after dark have some form of larceny in their hearts, so just like weapons, they fit right in. The fact that they are directing their hatred toward you may only be seen at the last moment, so you have to be ready. To further complicate things, magic can shield them so that I can’t see them coming at all. Weapons would be harder to shield, so you probably don’t have to worry about that, but a magically cloaked aggressor is your very worst enemy. They could walk right up behind you with a length of clothesline and strangle you. The rope is a normally benign object until it’s used to kill someone, so it wouldn’t show up as a weapon.”

She caught my look of frustration and continued.

“To combat this, we use our own magic. You can think of it as being ‘charmed’. When an attacker is just about to slip your head into the loop, you have this weird urge to duck or something. A simple defensive spell can watch your back in a major way. Of course, what you do after that initial contact is up to you. Hmmm… I think it’s time that I gave you a history lesson.”

“Huh? Haven’t we been doing that all along?”

“I see your point, but no. What I want to do now, is walk you through as many different examples of attacks as are known. In each case, I’ll give you the example, the circumstances, and then the conclusion or hopefully the defense. These are examples from nearly two thousand years of practice. Are you ready?”

“Uh… This sounds an awful lot like History 301. Is it really necessary?” Not that I minded listening to her, but I had already done my day at school.

“It is,” she replied flatly. “Let’s begin…”

With that, Marly launched into another hour of details that had my head swimming. I was getting it, but as the night went on, I found myself paying less and less attention to her words, and more and more attention to her lips, chest and hair. Finally, I came to a point where I was entranced by the slow rise and fall of her breasts as she spoke. I was so engrossed, that I failed to notice that she had stopped speaking. Breaking the spell, I jerked my head up to meet with a very disturbed expression.

“You haven’t been paying attention.”

I went immediately into male defense mode and blurted nearly the first thing that entered my head.

“Sure I am! I’m just… uh… Well… a little distracted.”

She caught the tiny flicker of my eyes as they dropped down to her sweater and then back up. I did it unconsciously, and most girls would have missed it completely. But she had more luck than I did.

At first I thought that she would throw me out on my ass. Her face became a cloud of anger and I held my breath, waiting for the lightning to strike. It never came. Something of a revelation hit her, and the tempest was replaced by an almost guilty look.

“I’m distracting you…” she said very slowly, pronouncing each word. She was looking at the table, her mind working out some vast problem.

“Um… Well, yes. I mean, in a good way, uh…” I realized I was babbling and shut up. Nothing I could say would make the situation any better at this point.

After a few very long moments, Marly took a deep breath and let it go. Then, she looked up at me calmly and said, “We need to deal with this right away.”

Not having any idea what she meant by that, I just sat there. She, however, rose from her chair and did something that completely caught me off guard. Reaching under her skirt, she found the tops of her panties and pushed them over her hips and down her legs. She had removed her sandals long ago, and so she stepped barefoot out of the garment around her ankles and looked up at me.

I swallowed hard, and tried to keep my heart from bursting out of my chest. I knew that if I opened my mouth, I would be unable to produce words, so I kept still and tried not to look as panicked as I felt. Walking up near to me, she knelt down and reached for the buckle of my belt. My eyes were like saucers as her nimble fingers plucked open my pants and loosened them around my hips.

I had to say something at this point. Not because I wanted her to stop, but because it was part of the protocol of relationships. A guy is SUPPOSED to say something important when a girl pulls his pants off for the first time.

“Ahh.. Marly?” I stammered.

“Shhhh. Don’t interrupt.”

Properly silenced, I could now watch in complete detachment as she relieved me of my lower garments by cramming them down my legs and around my calves. So there I was, sitting in her apartment with my pants around my ankles and my dick free and pointing to the ceiling. She paid me a mild complement by being slightly surprised at the sight. Then her face was all seriousness again, and she tossed a leg over mine and straddled my lap, wiggling up close until her pelvis was sandwiching my manhood between us. Her skirt splayed out over my thighs, but did nothing to hide the heat I could feel radiating from her body. I had no idea what to do with my hands, so I let them rest on her hips.

Taking another deep breath, she raised herself up and reached down into my lap. The sweater-covered mounds of her breasts pushed up into my face and I thought I would die. The scent of Jasmine filled my nostrils and I gasped slightly, her fingers positioning me. And then she was dropping back down again, my rod slowly impaling her. Much to my surprise, she was slick as snot on a doorknob, and her lovely thighs were once again comfortably snug against my lap in no time at all.

Being inside Marly is an indescribable sensation. I never considered myself a swinger, but I have been with enough girls to know simple sex, from simple Nirvana. By this scale, I was floating on the Tenth Plane of Enlightenment, and it was at this point that I learned just how in shape my petite little mentor really was.

I was practically shaking I was so nervous, but she was calm and smooth as silk (in more ways than one!). In our coupled position, I could feel every muscle in her legs. I knew it the moment she started to slowly move atop me, not from the intense feelings that immediately sprang from my manhood, but from the subtle and powerful shifting of her pelvis and back. Her motions were controlled in every detail, which was something I couldn’t hope to achieve even if I were sedated and then wired for remote control. Marly knew how best to undulate her body so as to drive men into a state of near sexual insanity. It sounded simple, but it was as complicated as building a Cray super-computer from a Radio Shack kit.

She locked eyes with me, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders, while her body very slowly bobbed up and down; her hips grinding into mine.

“Marly… ughh.. I…”

“Hush. You… need this.”

“But why?”

“It was silly of me to… ummm… assume that you wouldn’t be… ummm… attracted to me sexually. Ugh… I have become your, ughhh!… greatest distraction…”

“And that’s… oh!… why you’re having sex with me?.. UGH!”

To my great horror, her hips suddenly stopped cold.

“Mark, I need you to know how incredibly important all this is. As much as I want this and am enjoying it, I would do it even if you repulsed me in the extreme. I need your FULL attention because we simply don’t have a moment spare. There are two kinds of people, those who function better after sex, we’ll call them sex positive, and those who function better before sex.”

“Sex negative…” I finished for her. Even though she was no longer moving atop me, it was still amazingly arousing to have her just sitting there.

“That’s right. You are very sex positive, and if I don’t take care of that, then you stand no chance at all of ever learning what I simply MUST teach you as quickly as humanly possible. Now close your mouth, and concentrate on what I’m doing. I want you to get all your fantasies out of the way so that we can work.”

And with that, she started to roll her hips again.

I never stood a chance, but some part of me was resisting, if only to keep from cumming too quickly. Holding back with Marly in your lap was about as easy as tossing a baseball with your teeth, and I knew that I wouldn’t last more than a few more seconds. But it was obvious by the way she pushed me right to the edge before giving me one good deep thrust, that she wanted me to release every bit of pent up sexual frustration I had been harboring since, well… birth.

I groaned and sent about a gallon of semen up into her. She gave me one last solid pump of her pelvis and then made a soft moan that I later realized was her own release. I say later because I was completely absorbed in coital bliss; a state in which you could have smashed a two by four over my head and I would have simply smiled back at you.

We were both silent for a few minutes afterward, me catching my breath. Marly hadn’t even worked up a sweat, even though she had done all the work. Finally, she lifted up and swung to the left. Standing, she picked up her panties and headed for the bathroom to clean up. I just sat there and enjoyed the euphoria. Dazed and somewhat bewildered, I didn’t even notice her standing there with a washcloth some time later. I took the proffered rag and got myself decent while Marly returned to her seat across from me. She was smiling.

“Better?” She asked, raising one eyebrow.

I was about to say something saucy and then thought better of it. I did feel better. In fact, I felt completely alert, clear-headed, and ready for a whole new day. It was amazing!

“Much. Uh…”

“You’re welcome, Mark,” She finished for me, thus saving me from making a fool of myself.