Free Moonlight Meetings - Three Erotic Supernatural Stories (The three first stories from Suzy's Adventures) by Dorian Mayfair Page A

the mirror, wedged in between the mirror and its metal frame. A postcard? A poker card? Suzy took the card, turned it over and found an old-fashioned painting of a pale naked man standing with his arms wide against a backdrop of trees. A tarot card.
    The image was crudely drawn and the colours were muted, not unlike wall paintings Suzy had seen in churches. Behind the man stood an ornate wooden chair, its tall back reaching to the man’s head. In one hand he held a sword pointed at the grass, and in his other hand rested a golden crown with, of all things, a pair of antlers. Its edges looked sharp like knives. A charcoal-back bear and a pony-sized wolf flanked him in a peculiar, protective way, but there was no question about who dominated the picture: The majestic man was a looming, serene force. And he was more than a little familiar.
    At the bottom off the other side, Suzy spotted handwriting. ‘ My blessings for you, Suzy. And do not fret. They will revert in time.’
    Suzy stared at the card. Blessings? Revert? Who? From what, and to what? What is going on?
    A new knock shook Suzy out of her open-mouthed trance. “Suzy!”
    “Coming!” She hid the card on a shelf and ran through the house, unlocked the door and swung it open.
    Catherine, Emma, Fiona and Charlize tumbled inside in a pierced, leather-clad four-woman horde, dropping bags and backpacks in the process. The women must have been leaning on the door. After bouts of laughter and cursing, they turned to look at Suzy.
    “About time,” Catherine said. “We almost called – oh my God! What happened?”
    “I slept,” Suzy suggested. “Kind of badly.”
    Eight eyes stared at Suzy in blatant disbelief. “Slept?” Catherine said. “While you tumbled-dried yourself? You’re a mess. And stop yawning! This party’s just getting started.”
    Party? Suzy wanted to groan. She could barely stay awake. She hoped her pained grimace looks like an evil grin.
    Catherine leaned closer. “Hey, I like the lenses. They look almost real.”
    Suzy blinked. “Um. Thanks.”
    While Catherine and the others busied themselves with unpacking the fridge and fighting over what music to play, Suzy slunk back to the bathroom. What did Catherine mean ‘lenses’? Suzy went to the mirror, peered at her reflection and found that her eyes, usually light brown, were a deep, radiant green.
    No way.
    Suzy buried her face in her hands and took a deep breath. She could still imagine the man, what his skin felt like, how he felt moving inside her. She knew she would for a long time.
    Catherine peeked in through the door. “There you are. Want some cheese? We’re starving. Emma’s already finished the grapes. We plan to stuff her full before she gets into her head to go looking for guys. As if there were any around. What are you laughing about?”
    “Nothing,” Suzy said, her shoulders still shaking. “Cheese sounds good.” She followed Catherine and joined them at the veranda, where she talked and laughed the night away, her eyes constantly drifting to the dark woods and the silver disc in the sky.
    *
     

Midnight in Brooklyn
     
     
     
    Since coming back to central New York two hours earlier, Suzy had made five new friends: Three cups of sugar with hot coffee, a pizza the size of a small moon, and the mother of all dilemmas.
    She was hiding in a small and brightly lit twenty four-seven cafe on the corner of East 25 th and Bedford Avenue. Outside, heavy rain did its best to turn Brooklyn into a delta, if deltas were crawling with taxis and soaked pedestrians instead of crocs and piranhas. Just past ten in the evening and Friday madness was in full swing, bars and clubs brimming with people eager to burn their last days of freedom before the summer vacations were over. The flight back to New York’s Newark Airport had taken about thirty seconds, or however long Suzy had been awake before the Sandman stepped in and knocked her out cold. The airport had been a blur of hugs and