At last the fateful evening arrived. Jason had taken her out to dinner, off campus. He had contrived to borrow a friend's car; she was impressed that he had taken the trouble to do so.
At her door, she invited him in. They sat on the futon. She guided his hands to her breasts. With a look in her eye, she helped him pull open her shirt.
"Oh god, Josie," he moaned. Full of wonder, awe and desire, he massaged her feminine flesh. Josie moaned, too. How good it felt! To be touched by a man -- and such a man! His sweetness had swept her off her feet long ago.
Knees around his hips, she arched her back, pressing her breasts into her lover's hands. "Jason..." Her clear blue eyes met his.
His face was flushed a dark pink. His hands coursed down her ribs and his mouth fell to her succulent strawberries. He tended them one at a time, nibbling a little and sucking a lot.
The oral attention made Josie weak in the knees. Her pulse pounded between her legs. A shiver went down her spine.
"I want you. Do you want me?" Her eyes were hopeful and laced with desire.
He almost laughed. "What do you think, Josie?" He pressed her hand to the hardness between his legs. "Jesus, I've wanted you for weeks. Don't you know that?"
She drew in a deep breath. "All right, then..." She wanted to tell him, wanted to explain that she was different from his race, but it didn't seem like words at this point would make a difference.
Josie took her shirt by the collar, and slowly pulled it back.
Jason's mouth fell open.
Her back was not the curve of a dowager's hump. Her back was not, entirely, even made of skin. On her back were -- undeniably --
wings.
Jason's eyes went as big as hubcaps as he watched the hawk wings come into view. Their proud and glorious red was the same shade as her hair. He gaped, unable to even utter an expletive.
Josie watched his eyes, watching, oh, so carefully, to see his reaction.
Tears sprang into his eyes. "You're so beautiful," he choked. "My god, Josie, you've hidden this beauty from the world --"
The bird-woman breathed a sigh of relief, and fell into his arms. She spoke into his neck. "You don't think I'm gross."
"God, no! How could anyone? You're incredibly beautiful."*
They both cried, but soon their tears were undone by passionate kisses. They fumbled away their clothes. Jason could not ever lie on top of such a beautiful creature; so like an angel was she to him. She straddled him, slowly impaling herself on his cock, spreading her labia with her hands to ease his entrance.
He gazed up in wonder at the angel who rode him. His hands guided her hips down. In the backlight of her desk lamp, he watched the divine woman settle at his groin. It was all he could do not to cum then and there, so beautiful and erotic was the sight.
Jason traced her breasts, her flat stomach, her arms. He slid his hands down her thighs and up again, looking at her. As if to ask permission, he sent her a question with his eyes, and seeing her glad assent, he burrowed his fingers into her pubic hair. It wasn't like hair, at all. The soft fluffy patch at the base of her belly was like goose down. Her soft plumules whispered and swayed.
Instinctively he thrust upward. Josie moaned at the delightful sensation of his spear invading her core. Jason rested his hands on her fragile shoulders, flexing his hips, seeing her lovely breasts moving in time.
To his amazement, Josie spread her wings as her arousal became more intense. Wider, wider spread the dark red wings. She unfurled her wingspan all the way, until the tips of her feathers nearly met the walls of the tiny dorm room.
Jason cupped one hand around her mound. He parted the soft feathery hair and probed until he found her clit. He teased around the spot he knew was so sensitive, grazing it with his fingertip from time to time. His lover's wings began to beat the air, creating a wind in the room. On the desk, her homework shifted as if an invisible person were studying. The curtains stirred.
A sheen of sweat broke out on her breasts and abdomen. "Please!" she cried. Jason stabbed at her clit and drove his cock home, as deep as it would go.
Josie arched her back and cried out! Her cum-cry pierced like the sound of a hawk, echoing through a wild sky. Her muscles shook, inside and out, shaking him with her, as if she gripped him in her talons. Jason bucked up against her, firing his orgasm deep inside her slender body. His own groans, loud as they were, were only mild echoes compared to her sharp cry.
They held one another through the trembling descent. Slowly Josie's wings folded down, easing down, returning to their resting position. Jason stared at the curvature behind her neck. He saw now how she could pass as having kyphosis. Perhaps it was the only disguise her species had, if they were to walk among the human race.
Josie was looking into his eyes the way all men wanted to be looked at. Her love, warmth and joy for him were clearly evident. She cupped his face in her hands. "I think I'm in love with you."
Jason didn't flinch. "Josie, I know I love you."
Her heart poured with happiness. "I'd like you to meet my parents."
***
Jason told himself he shouldn't have been surprised at Josie's mother. Dr. Baptiste was like a carbon copy of her daughter, looking only a tad older. Her back, too, showed the curvature he now knew was a graceful pair of folded wings.
Mr. Baptiste was a bit harder to place. His eyes were dark blue, like Jason's. There the similarities ended. Josie's dad had a full head of dark hair, so dark it was almost black. Jason had no idea where the man's ancestors might have come from. The fellow was kind of spooky, though -- his eyes seemed to miss nothing.
"So you're Jason," he extended his hand. "We've heard all about you. I'm Steve."
Jason shared a firm handshake with Steve Baptiste. He wanted to say, "I'm in love with your daughter. Do you mind if I marry her?" But it seemed a crazy thing to say, so instead he made a joke. "I'm sure none of it's true."
The old saw had the intended effect. A laugh broke the ice, and they all wandered out to the back deck. "It isn't too late in the season for a barbecue," Steve observed. He put Jason to work flipping burgers. Steve went into the house, trailed by his daughter. Jason found himself alone with Josie's mom.
They sat across from one another at a picnic table. "How much do you know?"
Instantly an image popped into Jason's mind: Josie astride him, naked, her wingspan full and magnificent. He blushed a deep red. "Just that you have wings."
Caroline Baptiste let the young man off the hook. She already knew that Jason was sleeping with her daughter. "I meant, our history," she clarified. "Has Josie discussed our race with you?"
"She said you would explain it better." To give himself something to do, Jason poured himself a drink from the pitcher. He offered some lemonade to the lady, but she declined.
He listened as Josie's mother explained the species. She directed him to consider the many variations of humans and human-like creatures in the world. Caroline had devoted her life to researching the evolution of her family line.
"Do you know what a chimera is?"
Something from an old biology lecture surfaced in Jason's mind. He furrowed his brow. "I think so. Isn't that the name for a being whose body parts come from two or more species?"
"Yes, more or less, that's right." Dr. Baptiste nodded approval. "I haven't been able to discover how the blood of the hawk got into my family's veins. But a clinical examination of our tissue reveals undeniable proof. Genetically speaking, the women in my line are part hawk, part human. And I've been able to trace the line for over two hundred years."
"How many people know about this?"
Caroline laughed. "You could say, everyone and no one. My work has been published in a few academic journals. But it's routinely dismissed as bunk. I'm sure you can see why."
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