Her Invisible Lover: Touched by Unseen Hands Read online

  HER INVISIBLE LOVER

  By Susan Donym

  This original work of fiction is copyright 2015, all rights reserved, by Susan Donym.

  Jenna sat staring at her laptop screen, her heart racing and her face flushed warm and pink.

  She was supposed to do a video chat with Paul at 8 p.m., but she was having second thoughts... along with third, fourth and fifth thoughts. They'd exchanged a bunch of sexy IM's over the last couple of weeks, but this was a video chat and that was a whole other level.

  She was kind of excited. But mostly, she was terrified.

  It was only a few minutes until they were supposed to talk. Jenna got up and hurried into the bathroom, switching on the light to check herself in the mirror. Her makeup was good, so she looked sexy without looking like she was trying too hard to be sexy. Her dark brown hair was brushed and fluffed up just right. Her dress was clingy and cut low, showing off the old double-D's. She looked pretty good, she had to admit it.

  But no matter how good she looked in the mirror, deep down she knew she was still the scrawny-ass, nerdy chick from Tucker High, the one the popular kids used to make fun of. Maybe now she looked like one of the popular kids on the outside, but inside she knew she was still that same shy, lonesome geek who used to sit by herself at lunch.

  She met Paul on Unseen Desires, a forum for people with fetishes about invisibility. Jenna had been fantasizing about having sex with an invisible guy ever since she was a kid, since she used to watch an anime series called Invisible Lover. She'd always felt really weird about getting turned on by that stuff and she kept trying to stop fantasizing about it, but the stupid fantasies wouldn't go away so finally she'd decided to sign up for Unseen Desires and see if she could meet a guy who wanted to do some sexy online invisible guy role play or something.

  She'd met a few guys on the forum who were too weird, but then she met Paul and he was just the right kind of weird. His IMs were really funny and sweet, and he had this wild, nasty imagination. When they would role play, he would describe stuff so it seemed so real. It was like she could almost feel his invisible hands unzipping her dress and unhooking her bra.

  She'd assumed he had to be some dweeby little dude, but then they exchanged photos and he sent her this picture of a super cute guy. At first she thought it was a fake, but he'd asked to do the video chat tonight so it seemed like the picture had to be real after all.

  So, he was a super cute guy who was funny and sweet and just as horny for this invisibility stuff as she was. It all sounded way too good to be true. There had to be some really huge catch.

  What if Paul was really some weirdo psycho creep? Or what if he really was nice and super cute and everything, but Jenna got too nervous and she dorked out, and scared him away?

  She caught her breath, telling herself it was ridiculous to be so nervous. This wasn't like a normal date, it was just a video sex chat thing. No big deal.

  Was she really about to do this? It was crazy! She looked at herself in the mirror, with her bright red lipstick and clingy little dress with the big boobs and everything, and she wanted to laugh. She was a nice, quiet, sweats-and-a-hoodie kind of girl, and she never did stuff like this!

  She was fussing with her her lipstick yet again when she gasped with surprise to hear a tinny little chime sound coming from her laptop in the bedroom. It was Paul!

  Jenna flopped back in her bed, giving her cleavage a quick boost in the cups of her bra. She could do this chat thing. She wasn't that lonesome Tucker High geek anymore. She was a total babe. Or at least, she was way hotter than any chick a guy would expect to meet on the Unseen Desires forum! She wasn't going to dork out and scare Paul away. They were just going to have a little sexy video chat thing on a Friday night. It was no big deal.

  She took a deep breath, smiled a big smile, and clicked to start her session with Paul.

  He appeared onscreen, smiling and moving. The picture hadn't been a fake. Paul was really cute! Like, movie star cute. Maybe not quite A-list movie star cute, but definitely Syfy original movie star cute.

  “Um, hey,” Jenna said, her voice squeaking a little. She cleared her throat, trying to bring her voice down into a husky, sultry range. “Hey, Paul. Nice to finally see you for real. I mean, not for real, but... you know. On video, I mean. It's nice. To see you.”

  Jenna swallowed a little groan of self-loathing. Why did she have to be such a freaking dork all the time, always stammering and saying stupid stuff?

  “Hi,” Paul said. “It's good to see you too. You were cute in your pictures, but you're a lot cuter in real life.”

  Jenna felt herself blushing. This was good. She thought Paul was cute, he thought she was cute. They had established their mutual attraction. There was none of the awkward small talk of a normal, in-person date, all the stuff she hated and sucked at. They both knew why they were here: for some sexy video chat. All she had to do was be flirty and fun, maybe show Paul her boobs a little, and not say anything too lame or dorky. She was totally in control here.

  “Um...”

  Jenna froze, realizing that she had no idea what to say or do next. They both knew they wanted to do the sexy role play stuff. But how were they supposed to get started?

  “So,” Paul said. “It's kind of weird, huh? I mean, being able to actually see each other?”

  Jenna laughed, maybe a little too loud. Then she smiled and gave him a little shrug.

  “Yeah. Maybe, a little. But it's nice. To see you, I mean.”

  Jesus, again with the it's nice to see you stuff. But then Paul gave her a smile, and Jenna found herself getting a little lost in the intensity of his gaze. Paul really was hot. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad, after all.

  “But even though it's nice to see you,” Jenna said with a sly grin, “you know what I'm really into. I like a boy who can touch me, even though I can't see him there.”

  She held her breath a little. Had she really just come out and said that, out loud?

  Paul's smile had a little edge to it now.

  “Yeah,” he said. “I know you like that. Warm hands on your body. Hands you can't see.”

  Jenna felt her nipples pop up in her bra, just like that. Jeez, that was sure quick! She glanced down, subtly checking that they weren't too obvious. But then she reminded herself that it was silly to get embarrassed about having stiff nipples. After all, if this went well, before too long she was probably gonna be showing Paul her boobs.

  Oh God, she was doing a video chat with some dude she met on a forum for invisibility fetishists, and she was gonna show him her boobs! What the hell was wrong with her? Why couldn't she just be a normal girl who went on dates with normal dudes? Why did she have to be all shy and fetish-y and weird?

  “Such a naughty invisible man,” she said. “Following me around all day. Pinching my ass. Squeezing my tits. Tugging up my skirt in public, and humiliating me.”

  A lot of Jenna's fantasies involved getting groped in public places by an invisible dude. The guy in the Invisible Lover anime was a real perv, he was always undressing girls on the bus and stuff, and as a feminist Jenna wanted to hate that stuff but it always got her super horny. She knew Paul was into that kind of stuff too, and she could see in his eyes now that he was just as excited as she was.

  “Yeah,” he said. “You whimper and whine. But I bet you like it when I unzip that dress, so everybody can see those big tits of yours.”

  Jenna shook her head.

  “No,” she said. Then she smiled. “Well, OK, maybe I do like it just a little bit.”

  Her thighs felt warm and a little sweaty already, and she reached down to adjust her tight skirt sligh
tly. She was getting really horny, really fast. Saying this invisible sex stuff out loud was scary but thrilling. The only time she ever told one of her boyfriends about her whole invisibility kink, he got freaked out and said it was weird. But Paul didn't think it was weird. He actually wanted her to talk about this stuff!

  “I do like it,” she said, running her red nails teasingly along her throat. “I like to feel your warm, invisible hands. Touching and stroking me. Like this.”

  “Close your eyes,” Paul said.

  Jenna giggled nervously, closing her eyes. Oh, boy. They were gonna do sexy invisible fantasy talk! They were really gonna do it!

  Jenna's was struggling to control her breathing, her heart pounding in her throat. This already felt like the most transgressive, naughty thing she'd ever done. And she loved it.

  “I'm there with you now,” Paul said. “But you can't see me.”

  Jenna felt little goose pimples standing up on her arms. She shifted in her seat and realized her panties were already wet. Like, sloppy wet. She'd been aching to talk about this invisibility stuff her whole life, and it was finally happening. Talking about it was making her heart thump so hard, she felt like she was running a race.

  She spoke in an airy, helpless little voice.

  “Oh, no. it's that terrible invisible man again. How did you get in this time? I locked all the doors, and I was just about to go to bed for the evening...”

  “You left the widow open,” Paul said. “So I just slipped inside. And you had no idea that I was there all evening. Watching you.”

  Jenna shivered slightly. God, this was some wrong, creepy stuff. But it was so hot. It was exactly the kind of wrong and creepy she liked!

  She made a pouty little face.

  “Watching me? Even when I was, you know, in the shower?”

  Her hand slipped down between her thighs, just out of the range of the webcam's view. At least, she hoped it was out of range. Her fingers probed beneath her skirt, the tip of her index finger brushing against the crotch of her panties. She'd worn her favorite pair, lacy and white, just in case things got really crazy and she ended up showing them to Paul.

  “Yes,” Paul said. “While you were in there, I was just outside the shower curtain. Watching everything.”

  “Such a rude invisible boy! You could have at least offered to scrub my back.”

  Jenna shivered again, her nail scratching along the front of her panties. She kind of wanted to start jerking off already, really jerking off with her fingers inside her panties and everything, but it felt like it would be way too soon. What the heck would Paul think, if they'd only been chatting for a couple of minutes and she all of a sudden started fingering herself?

  Paul chuckled. For a moment Jenna wanted to open her eyes to see his handsome face, but she didn't.

  “So,” Paul said, “you come out of the shower, naked and wet, and you bump into something.”

  Jenna's fingertip was working the cleft in her panties now, stroking her pussy lips through the fabric. She couldn't help it. The whole scene was so clear in her mind. It was like she was really naked, her body wet and slippery from the shower, her hand brushing against the warm flesh of an invisible man.

  “Oh, my,” she said. “What's this? There's a big, man-size something here with me...”

  “You feel a hand on your breast. Warm fingers, touching you. Squeezing you.”

  Jenna's nipples were exquisitely stiff now and she was fighting a losing battle to keep her hands away from her cleavage. She and Paul were well into the sexy talk at this point, and it probably wouldn't seem too weird if she just felt herself up a little bit. Paul would probably even like it.

  She slipped a hand down her neckline, squeezing her breast as her other hand worked her panties. She was starting to get that warm, wonderful tickle down there, like she was going to cum soon. God, talking about invisible sex stuff was fun. They'd only been talking for a few minutes, and she was already on the brink!

  “Oh, my,” she said. “An invisible hand, touching my breasts! Squeezing them, so roughly! But I can't even see you!”

  Paul chuckled again.

  “Are you playing with yourself, Jenna?”

  Jenna bit her lip, embarrassed. She'd tried to be sneaky about it and do it outside the range of the webcam, but Paul had seen.

  “No,” she said. “I mean...”

  But then Jenna realized that this wasn't something to be embarrassed about. She was a cute girl, doing a sexy video chat with a guy. He wanted to watch her to jerk off.

  “Maybe,” she said. “Just a little.”

  She slipped her fingers under her panties, stroking her pubic hair. She smiled to herself as she heard Paul's heavy breathing. Maybe he was jerking off too.

  Suddenly Jenna needed a dick inside, really bad. She'd gone so long without a dick she'd practically forgotten what fucking felt like, so long that her frustrated lust had come to feel kind of natural, like a hot, itchy coat she'd worn until she got used to it. But now she suddenly remembered what fucking felt like, and she felt an intense, dizzy need to make fucking happen right now.

  She was as horny as she'd ever been in her life. Actually, she wasn't sure if she'd ever been quite this horny before. Talking about this invisible sex stuff with another person, with Paul, was making her go nuts.

  “My hand,” he said. “Between your legs. You can feel it, but you can't see it...”

  She'd told Paul all about her fantasies, about invisible hands roaming all over her body while she was powerless to stop it. And Paul was saying exactly what she wanted to hear.

  “Yes,” Jenna gasped. “I can feel your fingers now, down there. It's impossible, I can't see anybody else here, but I can feel you, touching me. Your hands keep squeezing and touching me, all over. And they feel so good!”

  She was jerking off for real now, her fingertip tickling her clit. It felt good, but she really wanted to be naked for Paul.

  Oh, God. Was she really about to get naked? She wasn't really going to take this that far. Was she?

  “Come over,” she said, surprising herself. “Come over here right now, and fuck me. For real.”

  Her eyes shot open, and she saw Paul looking at her with wide eyes.

  “What?”

  “I'm sorry,” she said. “You seem like a really nice guy, and you're super cute and I'm going crazy and... please, I wanna fuck. Right now.”

  Before she could stop herself, she sent him an IM with her address. Then she sat back in her chair, wondering what the hell she was doing. This was by far the dumbest thing she'd ever done. But she was so horny, she couldn't stop herself. This invisibility role play stuff was the best.

  “Jenna..?”

  “I know,” she said. “It's probably too sudden and it seems really weird. But I haven't been with a guy in like almost a year, and...”

  Jenna gasped, catching herself. God, why did she tell Paul she hadn't been with a guy in a year? What the hell was the matter with her?

  “I'm sorry,” she said. “Maybe I should just say goodbye, and...”

  “Close your eyes again,” Paul said.

  Jenna frowned, a little confused, but she did as Paul said.

  “Jenna,” Paul said, his voice tense and tight. “You remember when I told you I was an inventor, and I'd figured out how to make myself invisible for real?”

  Jenna nodded. Paul had said something like that the other night, during one of their IM role play sessions.

  “Yeah. I remember.”

  “I wasn't pretending, Jenna. I can really do it.”

  “Yeah, right. Come on.”

  “Do you want this, Jenna?” Paul's voice was strange, urgent and hushed. “If I can make myself invisible for you, do you want this for real?”

  “Well, sure, of course I would. I mean, if it could ever happen for real. But come on, this is just a little game. Right?”

  Jenna hesitated, her eyes still closed as she waited for Paul to speak. But he didn't answer her.<
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  “Paul?”

  She opened her eyes and saw that Paul's video window was open, but he wasn't there.

  “Paul? Honey? Are you still there?”

  Just then her laptop made a little bloop noise, and an IM appeared from Paul:

  “I did it. On my way, to make your fantasies come true.”

  Jenna sat staring at the screen for a long moment. “On my way”? “I did it”?

  With trembling fingers she leaned in to type a response.

  “OK. I'm taking a quick shower, but I'll leave the door unlocked so you can let yourself in.”

  She waited for a response for a minute or so, but Paul didn't answer. He must have run right out the door!