Steamy meets Spirituality…yeah or nah?

Chapter 1

Back in her room now. Finally alone, she quickly shed the not-quite-comfortable spandex tights and oversized sweatshirt she had donned in a hurry out the door this morning. She looked so forward to washing the days off her here, in her expansive space, in her own roomy shower. She could almost hear the soothing rain like sounds already. There certainly were perks to this school, she had to give them that. The lodgings were ostentatious and like clip art from her favourite blogs. Taking off the last garment, a pair of too dainty for her lace undies, she finally found a moment to tune in to her surroundings. In the adjoining room, supposedly meant for a roommate who had yet to appear, she heard the trickling of the shower, not her imagination and obviously in use. Interested and feeling brazen from the glass and a half of wine she had shared with a classmate in the commons only 30 minutes ago, she peaked around the corner of the screen separating the two gracious rooms. She expected to see clothes not unlike her own, the uniform or maybe casual weekend clothes strewn over the resting chair nearest the washing area, but instead she saw a pair of jeans too large to be any of her classmates, and what was unmistakably a man’s leather jacket. Feeling suddenly both aroused and exposed, she moved her arm to cover partially her own naked figure and retreated back to her side of the screen. Her cheeks flushed as she studied herself in her own darkened mirror. Her long brown wavy curls fell effortlessly around her shoulders and stopped only just above her belly button. She was not short and not tall, and had a slight but pleasing figure that she often did not show. Her slim arms and legs created a dainty silhouette with the low light against the screen behind her, she noticed. A silhouette. Against a semi transparent screen, she realized with a gasp. He must be able to see that too.

 She had never been a shy girl, and the many weeks alone or with only the other girls as polite company had her in a state of near constant desire. She couldn’t help herself as she peaked carefully back around the screen. As her deep brown eyes found the owner of the discarded garments, she had to stifle a sharp intake of breath. He was, in a word, magnificent. Though much of him was dark, the low light showed the glistening of the water over his broad shoulders and upper back as he stood showering towards the opposite wall. She saw him at a side view that showed her some, but not quite enough. He seemed relaxed but serious as he stood in the water, his face to the stream as it coursed easily over his muscular form.

Before she knew what she was doing she had dropped her arm away from herself, and found herself gliding, slowly and easily across the cool marble tiles towards him. In these great rooms he was a good distance away, and when she was perhaps halfway between the shower and the break in the screen partition, he seemed to notice her movement and turned slightly towards her, so their eyes met. She registered only the most fleeting expression of shock in his eyes that did not reach the rest of his face, before he again relaxed. His eyes, the most beautiful combination of hazel and violet woven together seemed to sparkle even in the dim light, beckoning. Perhaps she should have found her modesty then, and hesitated, but something in those eyes pulled at her whole being and called her to him. She made her way, delicately, each step somehow both unsure and committed. He could not hide his pleasure in her form as he slowly, methodically drank in her approaching form. His eyes rested for a moment on the swoop of her waist, her small but full breasts, and finally returned to meet her gaze. She in turn felt herself closing the distance between them as though she floated under no will of her own, each moment relishing in his tall, muscular form. The way the flickering light and warm water danced over his strong legs, butt, and stomach. The ripples of his abs caused a breath to hitch in her throat and she had to remind herself to breath normally.

As she finally came to stand beside him the bouncing droplets began to find rest in her thick luxurious hair, with the light creating the look of a halo around her striking features. Never one for makeup, she did not worry as errant drops found her full, thick eyelashes framing eyes the colour of the sea on a stormy day in which the light sometimes found flecks of copper and gold, and clung gently to her blushed cheeks. The spray found her lips, plump and light coral, were slightly open as they stood closely together, skin not yet touching.

Gently and easily he turned to her, still so serious, she noted, but with that playful twinkle now more pronounced in his entrancing eyes. They held each others gaze softly but fire burned between them. His hands, large and broad but surprisingly soft barely grazed her hair at both sides of her flushed face, then trailed down to the tops of her shoulders, carefully tracing the outline of her with pleasure and amusement. His hands brushed down her upper arm, her forearms, each pinky finger burned where he barely came in contact. She realized she was actually holding her breath, not wanting anything to break the moment. Then, so swiftly that she scarcely realized how it happened, his hands were on her jaw and neck, fingers entwined in her thick hair, and his lips were on hers. She finally exhaled into him as his mouth, soft and warm for all his serious airs, firmly but gently explored hers. She leaned into him feeling safe and kept by his warm and solid form. Her back arched and head tilted to give him full access as his tongue made playful flicks and circles in her eager mouth. She felt herself molding to him, electricity bursting through every nerve, coursing through her as her breathing began to come more rapidly.

Still holding her, he backed them both up until he was even with the wide, ornately tiled bench in the shower. The water, coming from all directions, continued to warm and comfort them, that sensation firmly in the background as they felt only each other. He sat slowly, pulling his lips from hers as he did, his hands trailing lightly behind her ears, along the inside of her jaw and along her soft neck, sending new waves of shivers coursing through her. She let out an audible sigh, unable to contain the desire ever building within. Her eyes were closed and she did not see him smile slightly as he took all of her womanhood in before him, he enjoyed the water bounding playfully off her breasts and could not resist cupping one in each hand, noticing the perfect fit, and feeling her erect nipples press into his palms. She gasped again, throwing her head back and surrendering to the ecstasy of his touch. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked, nibbled and played gently. The pleasure seemed to shoot down and through her like lightening, building on her need. As he took the other breast in his mouth she felt wetness, not from the showering rains around them, but between her legs, and knew she needed him.

Grabbing his strong shoulder and neck she lifted herself to straddle him, and kissed him again, more fervently now. With passion, with a desire that required servicing. Her nails, unpolished and simple, dug into his back and his neck as she moved herself on him, as if beckoning with her body. She could feel that his need was matching hers. He was hard and warm beneath her, and this drove her further towards the edge. She moved her lips off of his and to his ear, and her voice was raspy with barely contained fervor as she whispered “I need you”. His arms grasped her hips and her demand was impossible not to satisfy. He needed her just as badly, if not more so. He lifted her forcefully, and yet gently, on to him and their eyes met as she lowered to fill herself with him. Both gasped with the intense pleasure as he allowed her to feel all of him, before they again needed more and began moving, rocking with each other. His hands gripped her hips tighter as he leaned back slightly, taking in her beautiful glistening figure between thrusts. It was everything either of them has needed, they fit perfectly and moved together as if one. Him filling crevasses she didn’t know she had and her taking all of him, softly, warmly, again and again. He suddenly felt the need to have even more of her and stood, supporting her weight easily as she breathed a surprised gasp. He walked only a few steps with her in his arm, to the wall where he pressed her firmly and she gave herself to him even more fully. There was nothing else but this. Water bouncing, their breath coming in little more than gasps and pants as she felt all of her body alight with pleasure,  the final wave of ecstasy building to previously unknown heights within her. He filled her again and again, until, with a final thrust she pulled herself tight to him and he to her, and they stood this way as the waves crashed over them, over and over, exquisite in intensity until they quieted, and the breathing slowly returned to normal. Still with her in his arms, he grabbed a warm, oversized cashmere towel from the sauna hooks and slung it carefully over her shoulders, as he carried her away from the showers, back around the privacy screens. With as much care as he had shown passion just moments before, he laid her down on her bed, on the towel, and wrapped the ends carefully around her. She realized only then how truly tired she was, and opened her eyes to invite him to rest with her as well, only to see an empty room. Maybe he was just turning the shower off, she mused, but between classes that week, and the unexpected release she had just gotten, she nodded off almost instantly, barely finishing the thought.

 The week began in a haze of memories and daydreams. The beautiful stranger hadn’t left her a number, not even a name, he had left her to sleep there in the aftermath of their passion and, quite literally, disappeared into the night. Who the fuck even does that? She thought, but she was surprised often to find herself less mad than amused, like it was her little fantasy, a dream that hadn’t really happened and only she knew about. It actually made it even hotter. If she was being completely honest with herself, she had wanted a release like that for a while, I mean you put a bunch of 21-23 year old girls in a school together, tell them they are sovereign and magical, and don’t expect them to get super horny. Of course, hooking up with classmates from time to time was fun, but a man like that, that was exactly what she had needed and poof, there he was. Showering in the room next to her, exactly when she came in from a night she had planned to stretch longer if that wave of exhaustion hadn’t hit about the same time as the wine did. It was meant to be, and if that’s all that it ever was, that was fine.

The switch alarm went off and she was abruptly robbed of her daydream by the sound of tablets powering off and girls chattering with friends as they exited the class. Vibrational physics had never been her best subject, but if she spent many more classes as checked out as today, she’d have to retake the whole credit. She paused for another moment, a memory of her childhood coming to mind, where her mother patiently taught her math equations in their suburban brick home. What a different life that was, she shook her head playfully dispelling the thought. If mom only knew exactly what she was learning now.

Of course, the students here were sworn to secrecy, or rather, clever white lies and swapped information. They always had a report of what they had learned ready for their family and friends on breaks, it just wasn’t anything like the reality. See if you try to tell your high school friends that you are being taught by 5th and 6th dimensional beings in order to go out into the world with the abilities to influence others to raise the collective vibration of the planet, most would have you committed. She still wasn’t sure she shouldn’t be, sometimes.

It wasn’t always like this of course, before the Third World War, the one they called, the War of the Lies, people had kind of looked like they might be on a path to ascension themselves. Like maybe they would be getting somewhere, but after the collapse of the internet and full transparency in government mandate, it began to become obvious that the humans as a collective were on a downward spiral that wouldn’t end well for the universe. More drastic measures needed to be taken, and that’s where the schools came in. There were schools like this one all over the world where the Starseeds of her generation were gathered to speed up their awakening and learn the skills and information necessary to save the plant within a 5 year span, something that might have otherwise taken them most of their (human) lives. The next generation down of Starseeds had often been placed wisely with an awakened parent who could guide them gently in their younger years, let them enjoy the human childhood and innocence, as their soul contract requires, and then train them in the schools once they had reached adulthood. They separated the men and the women at this stage because, well, with this much higher (and sometimes lower) dimensional energy flying around, there are specific needs of each human gender that need to be met within the environment. Simply put, it was easier to teach them in smaller groups, and easier to pinpoint what to teach and when, based on gender. This somewhat archaic separation only lasted for the first 2 years, however, until their energies were properly settled and assessed, and in the final 3 years of study they mingled more freely, often teaching each other much in their reunion.

She was halfway across the courtyard by the time she began to ground herself. The large oak tree in the middle of the yard was always a grounding point for her, she had programmed herself to react when she saw it, her system meant to snap back from the clouds, and to the learning and task at hand. Right now, the task at hand was finding her next class. A professor from the 5th dimension had been called to what they referred to as the Star Council and a new being would be taking their place. The new being preferred an airy, windier location and had chosen star top as the class space. Star top was a clearing at the top of a winding path up the side of a small mountain which, if looked at from above, was shaped more or less like a human version of a five pointed star. It had been named so by a few of the first instructors and had ended up sticking. She liked star top. She was an air sign, and loved the outdoors, being high up, and especially feeling the wind in her hair. This was definitely her favourite class space, and the school had many beautiful locations. She approached it eagerly, now that she remembered where she was headed. This was her first scheduled class held there, and she had only been shown once on orientation day, but she remembered the way like the back of her sun kissed, olive hand. One of her prevalent gifts, if it wasn’t obvious by now, was clairvoyance, and with that came the ability to capture visuals in her mind as though they were clips of a movie. She remembered vivid details, but also smelled the smells, felt the feelings, as though she was there. She had replayed her walk up to Star top more than a few times already as she laid down for bed. She would light her altar, thank her guides, give gratitude to earth and life, extinguish the flame, and lay down in the luxurious sheets and supple quilts to see herself climbing the twisted path, as though she was hiking into her destiny. Often, she fell asleep with a small smile.

As she rounded the final bend, know that the clearing would soon sprawl before her she sped up her gait slightly. A few of the girls nearest her moved out of the way hesitantly, sensing her somewhat unsettling energy. She was excited, sure, but why did she also feel slightly giddy and…nervous. She took a grounding breath in, and her left hand went to the spot on her bronzed clavical where a small chunk of clear quartz hung on a fine white gold chain. The crystal was rough, untumbled, and sparked at her touch. Then, within a moment, she felt calm. Her crystal knew her well, knew when to give energy, and when to take energy away. Right now, she needed some of that nervous energy stripped back, and it was, gently and easily. She smiled calmly and found a seat. The desks and benches were made of hand hewn logs larger in diameter than she was tall. They were carefully and painstakingly carved into surprisingly comfortable seating and table areas for studying or notes. There were only 5 up to maybe 10 in each class, so there was not a whole lot of room needed, but these were still spacious. The natural curve of the wood cradled your back and near the top of a mountain you felt remarkably cozy. She chose a corner seat, the one middle distant from the speaking platform the instructor would use. The corner was the best seat in the house, in her opinion, as you were hugged on both sides by the soft, time weathered wood. As she sat, she felt her crystal transfer the energy down into the earth through the ancient wood, and again it held positive energy and space for her. She fiddled with it for a moment again, sending gratitude to her guides as she felt the ridged but soft side that she knew glinted a full rainbow of colours and sparkles into the sunlight that filtered down into the clearing. The few leaning cedars that clung to the side of the mountain allowed a pleasing amount through, enough to warm but never to overheat. It was the perfect place. She remembered her older sister, when they were 6 and 10, twirling in a clearing much like this but in a place no where near. She had watched the patches of light flash across her sisters face, highlighting and throwing into shadow her freckles intermittently. She remembered it looking like her beautiful sister had stars dancing across her laughing face. She felt the sting of a tear threatening to wet her eye, but she dispelled the memory as quickly as it came, and brought her focus to the front of the class.

It appeared that while she was lost in vision, the instructor had arrived. He stood with his back to the class, but his form was so familiar. A pang of electricity jumped deep within her, bringing an unexpected flush to her cheeks and gasp to her throat. As he turned and his violet and hazel eyes scanned the benches, she already knew. The man from her rooms. He was here, and he was her teacher.