Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong

(dead...possibly revive if requested)

Lily had been an ordinary girl, for the most part when growing up, and had found that others felt this had made her an ordinary woman later on. She was never worth anyone's time, especially not for a date.

She was almost thirty now, she hadn't gone on a date in almost a decade, hadn't had sex for even longer than that. Despite being so plain, a few guys had been desperate enough to ask her out to their junior and senior proms, and sometimes in between. She'd been desperate enough to let them fuck her, all sweaty and awkward in the backseats of their cars, hoping that if she did she might just have a steady boyfriend. Her longest relationship had been two months.

Lily didn't think she was a bad woman, and her girl friends were always asking her why she was single, but obviously the male population thought she was the plague. So she'd finally had enough.

She'd been preparing for this for months. It had been very hard to find the right materials, not to mention the spells. She was lucky that she hadn't lost more than her eyebrows, which were only just beginning to grow back, with all the fool hardy things she'd done to get here. To get just enough power to create him.

She couldn't stop the grin that was on her face and really she didn't want to. Tonight was perfect. It was a blue moon and she'd moved her living room furniture against the walls to give her space enough to draw the intricate runes, referring to a book in her hand, her hand cramping faintly as she could not deviate from the set sequence, even once, or it would all be ruined.

The only light in the room came from the moonlight streaming through the skylight. She'd been so very proud of herself for installing that in, cutting each bit of glass, then arranging them into the pattern of a starlit night sky. She knew it was redundant, but it was nice to see the night, even in the day.

Now finished, she stood up and stretched, wiggling the kinks out of her muscles, before placing the candles in their prescribed spots and lighting them each in turn.

Her heart beat so fiercely against her chest now. Maybe she should forget about this and call it all off. A hunter's moon was incredibly rare though, and the thought of having to endure her bad luck any longer was really almost too much to bear. She was going to create him. The perfect man, just for her. He was going to care for her, and understand her, and love her, only her, forever.

"A perfect man, I summon now.
Another way, I don't know how.
I call upon the power of this night.
Bring him to me, Mr. Right"

For a few moments she couldn't see. The runes exploded in a bright light and she had to clamp her hands over her eyes or risk temporary blindness. Soft swirls of air radiated from the circle, warm against her skin as they teased her hair and clothes.

Even with the light bright beyond her hands and eyelids, she could almost see him. She'd put so much work into him. Tall, slightly muscular, black hair, blue eyes, a kind smile, a nice..package. Along with skills he'd need to keep her happy. One of which was access to her thoughts and memories. She wouldn't have to explain everything out. He'd just know.

Then the warmth faded, along with a sound that was something akin to the pop she'd hear when she went too far under water. When she let her hands fall away, she gaped. The chalk she'd spent so long on had disappeared. He was just as perfect as she imagined and naked at that, causing a her to blush.

Then she realized there was two of them and she took a step back, a hand reaching behind her to clutch the arm of her couch. Slowly she sank down onto its' cushions, trying to grasp her thoughts long enough to speak.

"This could be a problem."

(( I need a Mr. Right and a Mr. Wrong...one caring and sweet..the other callous and just a little cruel. Two sides of the same coin. Pm if interested with a sample intro)

bumptastic

bumped again.

another bump to see what I catch

"Hello, Lily," the man standing in the moonlight smiled at her. He was, naturally, smitten by her. Not just her curves and body, but her mind and soul. He was, litterally, made to love her, to fit int all the chinks of her character to make her -them- perfect. His eyes brimmed with kindness, a slight smile running through his lips, willing his thoughts to her, drinking in her mind.

"I love the window," he said, softly, his voice rumbling in the silence left from the spell. "You must have put a lot of effort in it, and it matches perfectly." He opened his arms slightly, showing her she was safe. "It's OK, Lily. I know you must be bit overwhelmed, but I'm here for you, and everything is going to be perfect now." He took a step towards her, "May I come sit down."

"Don't listen to him!" came an identical voice, but from an identical figure lounging on the floor. "He just wants to hump you." The second man was smitten with her, as was the spell; but he desired her in the worst ways. His eyes ran lasciviously over her chest and he leered at her. He was sprawled, his legs open, with no intention of hiding the stirring in his ... package. "But then," he continued, "you'd probably like that."

Nodding, her gaze kept darting back and forth between the two. The one with the kind smile sat next to her, hovering. He wasn't going to touch her right now, not even for comfort's sake. She was a little too freaked out for that. She could feel the body heat from him though as well as open look of lust on the other.

Biting back a groan, Lily clapped a hand over her eyes. She needed to think and her hormones were getting in the way. Two men that looked like the epitome of her desires were in her living room, concentrating solely on her at the moment. Any girl would probably be just as turned on as she was at the moment.

There was no way that she knew of, to put them, or at least one of them, back to wherever it was she'd created them from. She'd made it something of permanency, changed things so he wouldn't disappear after a night or a week as it was with most summoned creatures.

"The... There are some clothes on the coffee table."

Of course she'd thought to buy her new beau some clothes. As lovely as he was naked, she knew she would have had to bring him out in society sooner or later, or at least would have had to answer the door or something. Ironically enough, she'd laid out two outfits. She hadn't been sure of what he would like, or what she would have liked, or what she would have liked him to like. She was going to drive herself nutty if she kept thinking in circles like this.

A frown graced her lips, still rendered blind by her hand obscuring her vision. She could hear movement, could feel the man who'd been sitting next to her, get up, but didn't know what they were doing and was pretty sure that if she saw them naked so soon, her thoughts would quickly scatter only to be swirled down into the gutter.

"Who are you two anyways? I mean, why are there two of you?"

She didn't know the answer and wasn't really sure why she thought they would either. They. Them... She was going to have to come up with names, or let them choose their own. Besides a marginal difference in attitude that she'd glimpsed, there was no telling the difference between them.

gah bumped because it was abandoned)

seriously? no love at all?...guess I should just let this one die

"Allow us to introduce ourselves," said the naked one. He was leaning against the wall, the moonlight just accenting his dark physique. "My colleague is Wright, and I am Roger. Surely, there is no bad pun intended." He stood up, an imposing visage against the darkness. He slowly walked towards Lily, his eyes cast upon her earthly body.

"We... we don't really have names. Or, rather, we have forgotten them," said the other one. "Please... this is all a mistake..."

"A mistake?" said the other, pausing in his tracks. "No, surely her motives are intentional." He sat on the couch, and looked deeply into her eyes. "Because we, of course, are her."

"Roger..."

"Please, Lilian... I want you... please..." whispered Roger, his hand stroking her face. "I want you. I need you." He slowly kissed her, just slowly. His intoxicating kiss releasing Lilian at last.


Scribe.

(you don't need to put your name at the end of each post...everyone knows it's you..)

"Allow us to introduce ourselves. My colleague is Wright, and I am Roger. Surely, there is no bad pun intended."

"We... we don't really have names. Or, rather, we have forgotten them. Please... this is all a mistake..."

"A mistake? No, surely her motives are intentional."

Lily was only barely listening really. She was just sitting there, shaking her head as she went over everything she'd done, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. Had she perhaps said the wrong words? Were the symbols crooked? Should she have done it on one of the other two days of the blue moon?

More importantly, could she fix it somehow? There was no way that she knew of, to put them, or at least one of them, back to wherever it was she'd created them from. She'd made it something of permanency, changed things so he wouldn't disappear after a night or a week as it was with most summoned creatures.

I wasn't until one of them sat on the couch next to her that she snapped out of her thoughts. Even then it took a lot of effort for her not to linger more than a second on his lower extremities. He. They were the epitome of everything she found desirable in a man.

"Because we, of course, are her."

"Roger..."

Now that she was paying attention, she heard the other's protest and turned her head towards him. He was equally naked and the fact that he was standing just made it a sight that much harder to avoid. A blush creeped up her cheeks, only deepening when she realized she was staring. With some effort she pulled her gaze to his face.

This one seemed wary as if his twin was doing something wrong. He probably was. She was way too scatter-brained at the moment to figure out what she wanted, and the fact that they both knew what that was meant they were a bit more ahead of the game than she. Lily was just about to ask him what was wrong when the one next to her, Roger?, placed a hand on her cheek and turned her to face him once again.

"Please, Lillian... I want you... please..."

Lillian. She'd always hated that name. It spoke to her of trouble. It was what her grandma would always call her whenever she was in for a lecture or a whipping. She hadn't been called that since she was eighteen, when she went down to city hall and officially changed her name to her nickname, Lily.

When he used it though, in that low whisper of his, it sounded seductive. Like she was worthy of being seduced. A small smile drifted to her lips as she continued to gaze into his eyes.

"I want you. I need you."

Then he leaned down and kissed her. Pressing his lips softly against her own before slipping his tongue into her mouth and slowly tasting her. A moan escaped her lips as he continued the careful assault. She'd already been damp before in anticipation. Now her arousal was in full swing and when he finally pulled away, she cursed the fact that she needed air.

Dragging large gulps of oxygen, she was all ready for him to kiss her again when an arm looped over her shoulders, moments before the other hand came up and pushed Roger solidly back.

"Leave her alone, Roger. She needs to get her bearings and you're not helping."

Turning her around, Wright pulled her to her feet and smiled at her. It was a nice smile, sweet, honest, with these adorable dimples in his cheeks. Lily couldn't help but grin with him. Lifting her hand up, he kissed the back of it.

"Lily, don't worry about him. I'll make sure you get some rest. You've been losing way too much sleep lately. You don't need this kind of stress right now."

(yahbut I'm so used to posting that way...

Roger stood up as he saw Wright escort the young lady to her room. He t ouched his lips where she kissed him and smiled wryfully. Indeed, she had cast the spell almost improperly. The creation of their beings, their summoning into existence, yes, that was done properly. But controlling them? Pah. That was a different matter entirely. They would not be tools for her pleasure, indeed it would be the other way around, he thought.

Though, perhaps, all three would be wrong.

Wright escorted Lily to her room, and quietly pulled the bed covers up onto her body. "There, there," he quietly said, stroking her hair. But where he kissed his hand... he longed for more of her touch, and, yes, in a carnal way. He followed the curve of her cheeks, gently touching her face. His fingers met her lips, then traced her chin down her neck. She was sleeping, or just resting, on her stomach, and he began to touch, then rub, her shoulders lightly, perhaps to slumber.

Roger, meanwhile, smiled to himself as he was alone with the sigils. He pondered the inscriptions and offerings of the ritual, and scratched a sign there, and erased a rune here, quietly chuckling to himself. He then slowly crept towards her bedroom, and stayed just out of sight in the hallway, the door ajar. He leaned back and began to touch himself, his tumescence, naturally, Roger being Roger. He and Wright were of the same coin, and he knew the welling desire within him would be felt by Wright. Perhaps it would be felt by Lilian as well.

Wright indeed began to flush with more than good intentions would allow. His hands made their way along her spine, down then up her back. They followed the curves of her body, to her sides. He could just feel the full roundness of her breasts, softness indescribable to his yearning touch. He could also feel his need welling within him, and could not but help straddle her body. He knew this was wrong, yet he continued, one hand beginning to cup her breast, another supporting him on the bed. He leaned forwards to again feel her hair, this time with his lips, yearning to kiss her like she did Roger.

Roger let out a sigh. This was beginning to feel good. He wondered what feelings were his, what were Wright's, and what were hers. But truly he did not care and wished to continue.


Scribe.

(XD fine be that way then)

The thing was, they were connected, but it was one way. If she had known their thoughts and feelings, she would have been far more cautious all those minutes ago. So she let Wright tuck her in to bed and stroke her head as she finally succumbed to sleep. He was right it had been stressful these past few weeks. She'd hardly gotten any sleep and had been skipping meals in her efforts to balance this with her own more mundane tasks at work.

She was lost almost the moment she was securely underneath the covers. Her dreams were formless, meaningless, seemingly random images and sounds melding together and the flowing away. Such was the nature of dreams. Then they began to gain a certain clarity.

Not in sight, nor even in sound, but in sensations. She distinctly felt someone rubbing her shoulders. It felt nice. No one ever bothered to rub her shoulders for her. Then the hands trailed down, running along her back and shifting feel the curves of her body, leaving a delightful tingling sensation in their wake.

There was a weight, but that didn't bother her in her unconsciousness. Lily was content to go along in her strange dream, so far. A warm hand cupped her breast, and she sighed, lips trailing down the back of her neck as the hand gently squeezed her, fingers brushing over her stiffening nipple.

Wright massaged the young woman, rubbing her shoulders, caressing her hair. His hands wandered around her back, to her breasts, where he lightly sighed as he felt her softness. He was straddling Lily's back, his tumescence gradually becoming erect, perhaps not felt through the sheets, which were gradually falling off lovely Lily's back. Wright's fingertips finally felt their destination, Lily's erect and swollen nipples. He lightly played with them, as he began to kiss and nibble Lily's ears and cheeks through her soft hair. He found her lips, and began to kiss her, deeply.

By the time Roger entered the dimly lit room, Wright would scarcely notice he was there. Wright's breathing became heavier, gulps of need, punctuated with involuntary slight pelvic thrusts of his hips on her back. Roger knew what he needed.

But it was Lillian to pleasure, not Wright. Roger added his weight to the bed, and began massaging Lillian as well. His firm hands started on her lower legs, her calves. Gradually working up, his hands traveled to her outer thighs, gently pressing against the needy muscles. They then found themselves closer, more intimate, as he slowly spread her legs.

A pair of hands caressing her breasts. A pair of lips kissing. Roger's warm hands found Lilian's outer lips, and he began massaging, pressing his fingers against her soft flesh. His fingers worked inwards, against her inner lips, and he could feel her wet moistness. He inserted a finger, feeling her inside, her raging warmth belying her passive acceptance of the two men. Slowly moving back and forth, he inserted another finger, seeking her hooded clitoris, then rubbing it. This lasted for a short eternity, as Wright continued to kiss and fondle Lily.

Eventually, Roger spread her pussy lips and began to lick, his tongue seeking her feminine fluids. He pulled her lips within his, gently playing and teasing them. His tongue slid inside and out her warm moist pussy.

Wright uttered "Please... turn over..." Or was it Roger? Did it really matter? They both needed this woman, these two perfect men.


Scribe.