Eva 9 - The Eyes

The next picture was a close-up of a pair of eyes. Eva could tell right away that they were Miho's eyes. No cocks, tits, or pussy - just Miho's naked eyes. But the more Eva looked, the more she saw. In some ways, it was one of the sexier pictures Eva had seen in the book. Miho began to take on a new understanding to Eva. Each photo had provided a new insight, a new freedom, a new power. This photo held even more.

If the eyes are a 'window to the soul', this picture spoke volumes of Miho's history. While Miho was a beautiful woman, she was not a glamorous star - but she had the aura and glow of something much greater. Eva could even catch glimpses of Miho's ancient relatives from hundreds, perhaps even thousands of years ago. Not necessarily a blood lineage, but a sensual and sexual link. Miho's story was a deep one, and each moment Eva looked at the eyes in the picture she began to understand more. The bondage. The Love. The creativity. The lovers. The first time, the second , and on and on. Sex wasn't something dirty, it was an expression, an exercise. An art form. Eva was soaked, and she could feel her nipples burning with desire.

Eva pinched one of her nipples gently, and got stuck in an orgasm that shook her hard and didn't really stop. The orgasm continued on a spiritual level. It was a different level of consciousness, excitement evened out with serenity. Eva could now see more clearly into the window of another's eyes.



Eva was at the mall early one afternoon when she heard a familiar voice.

"Eva!" Wadeen called out. "Girl, we've got some catching up to do!"

Eva was delighted to see her friend. As unusual as a friendship between a pudgy school girl and a black prostitute may have seemed, a strong connection had developed between the two.

"We're heading to lunch at the cafeteria - can you join us?" Wadeen invited. "You remember Rula, don't you?"

Rula - how could Eva forget! Rula was so pretty, it almost hurt to look directly at her. Rula was probably Mister Maurice's top girl. She had slightly lighter skin than Wadeen, perhaps a touch of Asian heritage. In addition to having stunning looks, Rula was also more open to some of the kinkier requests that some of the other girls in Maurice's stable were reluctant to perform.

Eva began filling in Wadeen on all that had happened since their last phone call. The book - Harold and Peter - The man in the insurance office.

And of course, the auras and glows.

While Eva had explained some of it on the phone, Wadeen still had questions.

"Can you, like, see it in magazine pictures, or on TV?" Wadeen asked.

Eva answered about how she had looked at a glamour magazine, and yes, the auras were visible - but there was also a sense that the models and images had been made up and processed to the point where they were no longer real. Fake images, being used to sell false promises. Eva felt the majority of the models were not that different from the women buying the magazines.

"What about us?" Wadeen smiled, turning her head as though she were posing for a picture.

"You both look very strong." Eva began. "Wadeen, your experience shows in a deep glow - and you care about the people around you. You have a strong sense of humor. You love both men and women - but you probably understand men better than most men do." Eva then looked at Rula.

"Rula, you have an aura that almost constantly shimmers." Eva stated. "You understand the power of your own beauty, but you're careful how you use it. You have a strong musical sense. You're also a bit of a skeptic."

Rula didn't respond at first. She and Eva just kept staring eye to eye, to the point where it was almost uncomfortable.

"Well, that sounds all nice and hippy-trippy." Rula commented. "But your 'reading' doesn't sound that far from a fortune cookie to me. Good for you, but this 'aura and glow' shit sounds just a little too much like palm reading, or the power of crystals."

Eva's eyes were still trained on Rula's. While Rula and Wadeen were both of African heritage, it was evident they were from very different tribes. Eva could see something resembling royalty in Rula's past. She could also see a strong intellect. A love for poetry. Rula's eyes were the window to a fascinating past, and a fascinating woman.

"Well, Eva..." Wadeen began, sensing an awkward situation. "Maybe you can whip up one of those auras, and give Rula a little sample?"

Eva tilted her head back a moment, and closed her eyes. Harold, hopping up and down in front of Peter. Bending over the chair for a caning after giving a man a blowjob in his office. A picture of Miho's breasts tied and straining. Eva mixed all of the mental images together, then packed them all into an aura about the size of a tennis ball. The aura was smaller than the one Eva had used in the social studies class, but more concentrated.

Eva nodded at Rula, and watched as the aura wafted across the table. It moved very slowly, giving Rula the time to make a small smirk - which disappeared when the front end of the aura touched Rula's nose.

Rula went blank for a moment, then made a small twitch, bouncing a couple of the rays in different directions. The biggest part of the glow went deeper into Rula, causing her to hold her breath for a moment, as a high frequency spasm hit her at some sexual nerve center. Her crotch bucked forward in the leatherette booth.

Wadeen felt it, too. While the aura didn't hit her directly, Wadeen felt the temperature of the room rise and the lights go up. She felt her nipples stiffen and her pussy clench.

One of the stray rays hit a little old lady who was sitting at an adjacent table. She dropped her soup spoon on the floor, and her hat fell to one side. While she was sitting by herself, she shouted 'Gregory!' as she orgasmed.

Another ray made a direct hit on a waitress and a man at the counter. The waitress was taking the man's order, and had to put her hand with the order pad down on the counter to keep from falling over. In the same moment, the man lurched forward in an attempt to kiss her as he felt her breast.

Everyone in the cafeteria felt something, judging from their reactions. However, it was Rula that took the hardest hit.

Rula was caught in what might be described as an orgasmic convulsion. One of her hands went to her crotch, which she felt go warm and wet. The look on her face went from confused, to sort of a happy grin like that of a slightly drunk cheerleader.

Wadeen was one of the first to regain composure. She turned to Rula, who was clearly in 'the space'.

"So, professor.." Wadeen began. "Did she pass the exam?"