The Secret Lives of Goddesses 01 Pt. 01

"I think we can start off with a shopping trip, as I can see that you don't have much going on in your wardrobe... and that's a shame! Off we go." She shifted her car into Drive. Out of manners Jessica began to gently protest, not wanting someone she'd barely even met to spend money on her so soon, but Marla was having none of it. "No. You need this, we're doing this, end of story."

***

They spent the entire day together, with Marla selflessly putting forth her time and money for the benefit of Jessica. Soon they had accumulated several bags of clothes, shoes and the like, all the while also treating themselves to all the luxurious facials, manicures and spa treatments they could. Jessica was looking unbelievable in brand new clothes that complimented her already amazing figure, instead of struggling to contain it. Her strawberry blonde locks now bounced with vibrant health, and a tasteful application of makeup reddened her lips and accented her eyelashes beautifully. She wore a red one piece dress which bared her arms and stopped at her mid-thigh. No one would have guessed from the sight of her that she was without family or friends... not from how fabulous she looked nor from the way she was constantly smiling.

The experience had been perfect. They gelled wonderfully. Jessica felt quite comfortable around Marla now, even though there was still much about her she didn't know.

"Okay, Jessica. It's getting a bit late. Now, I could take you home if you like, but I actually wouldn't mind having you over for dinner. Are you hungry yet?"

It was probably... no, definitely, the greatest day of her young life, and she didn't want it to end yet. "I'd love to have dinner with you."

"Great! I'll cook."

***

As if Marla's ride wasn't impressive enough, she brought Jessica to a fashionable and pricy studio apartment. When Jessica asked what she did to afford such an opulent lifestyle she had enigmatically replied 'stocks'.

During the elevator ride up they were close and the air was still, still enough for Jessica to catch Marla's scent, which she thought she'd detected during fleeting moments at the mall but chalked up to her imagination. Suddenly she felt a chill. Her smell... it was very faint but she could pick it up. Floral, but with a warm undertone. Sensual. It was the seductive scent that had overwhelmed her senses in her dream. Oh god, she thought. I'd managed not to think about that dream since I first got into her car. But now we are going to her place, and there's her smell...

Jessica's mood shifted. She wasn't so comfortable anymore, now that reality and the scene in that fantasy pond began to seem less exclusive.

Dinner was going to be Fettuccine Alfredo. In the living room Jessica sat quietly with a glass of wine while Marla got to work on their meal.

By the time the pasta was in the boiling water Marla was putting the finishing touches on the creamy sauce. She set down her own glass of wine and with a sly grin grabbed a tall bottle from her shelf. She silently mouthed the words 'special ingredient' as she liberally drizzled several ounces of it into the pan. The pearly substance easily melded with the cream sauce, and with a few stirs of her wooden spoon could not be detected.

Jessica was watching a new show about a pair of FBI agents, starring a cute guy with brown hair and a very pretty redheaded woman. They tended to solve mysteries pertaining to strange monsters or criminals. It was a dark show but Jessica didn't really mind that sort of thing much. In that episode they were tracking down a killer who murdered strangers during sex. The killer was able to elude the police because he could change genders at will, seamlessly changing from male to female. The concept gave her a dark feeling, resonating on some level with the dream she'd had that morning. Again, like the scent in the elevator, reality was starting to remind her of that strange dream, and her mood was beginning to strain. She quickly changed the channel to the News.

"Dinner's ready, darling."

Jessica shut off the television and moved to the dinner table, which was large enough to seat several, but that night's dinner was just for two. She sat across from her host, who was setting down plates of steaming pasta and salad.

Marla refilled their wine glasses and then lifted hers. "I would like to propose a toast."

Jessica lifted hers, smiling warmly. She'd never drank before and she was indeed feeling a bit of the wine, but a glass or two wasn't much. She didn't mind. In Marla's lifestyle of fast cars and stylish apartments, she felt she had to play along, especially when bedecked in her expensive and beautiful new outfit, so the cloying juices she did happily drink. She was sure a more sophisticated young lady would do the same.

"To happiness, Jessica."

"To happiness."

They clinked glasses, had a sip and set them down, then began with their caesar salads. The creamy dressing was absolutely delicious, and Marla was pleased to see Jessica devour it quickly. "Leave room for the main course darling. It'll knock your socks off... I promise you that."

"Well, this is much better than anything they have at the cafeteria at school. So I hope you don't mind if I pig out a little!"

They shared a chuckle and then tucked into the warm pasta. "Oh my god, Marla. Is this what good food tastes like? It's absolutely incredible."

With a smile on her face Marla nodded, resting her chin on her hand and gazing warmly at the young beauty. "Well, I think it's because I put a lot of love into my food," she said with a sly lift of her eyebrow.

Jessica wrinkled her nose at the corny cliche. "Yeah, I guess so. You won't find any of that in the stuff I'm usually having."

She was quite full and a little languid by the time the meal was over. She felt very pleasant, as if a gentle euphoria had washed over her and was tinting everything a figurative pink. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe she just felt incredible after having a fantastic meal to cap off an amazing day with the most wonderful, intriguing woman.

Seeing that Jessica was a little tired, Marla clapped her hands together ceremoniously. "Alright darling. Now I'd hate to say this but I think I'm going to have to drive you home now."

"Oh. So soon...?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I have an early appointment tomorrow morning," Marla said, keenly registering Jessica's disappointment.

"Okay, yeah, I suppose that's true... But we'll do this again sometime, won't we?"

Marla gently placed her hand over Jessica's. "Of course, darling. You can call me any time you want. You have a good friend now."

Chapter 4

Returning home was like waking up from a beautiful dream all over again. After such a wonderful time with Marla, there Jessica was, back at her depressing school like Cinderella returned from the ball. As she had that morning, she found herself again trying to hold on to the feelings she had felt with her, though instead of ones of lustful desire it was of simply being appreciated and treated like a human being. It was an easy thing to do with her belly still full of delicious food, the euphoria still clinging to her heart.

She went to her dorm quietly and discretely began to place all of her new things in the trunk she used for storage. Who knew how the other girls would react if they'd seen all of the fine gifts Marla had lavished upon her? They could not find out. Surely it would feed their jealousy.

Settled in to bed, she was ready to fall asleep after an amazing day. One thing was bothering her though, something that had been in the back of her mind for hours. How is it possible that she smells in real life the way she did in my dream? Is there some sort of connection between the woman I spent today with and that bizarre experience I had this morning? That seemed preposterous. Dream and reality were two separate places. There was nothing sexual at all about what had transpired that day, and if anything Marla acted like an older sister to her. Although there is the way she hugged me and kissed my cheek before she drove off. I don't think I wanted her to let me go.

She shrugged the thought away and drifted off into sleep, too pleased to be bothered by her conflicting thoughts.

***

Jessica walked down the familiar hallways of her school. Other students milled about, opening lockers and gossiping amongst each other as always, yet something was different.

A group of girls who usually behaved quite nastily took notice of her. She expected a rude comment, followed by hurtful laughter, but there was neither. Not even a scowl of disapproval. They just stared, as if somehow taken aback by the sight of her. Wondering why, Jessica looked down at herself to see if it was something she was wearing.

"Ohh, shit!" she gasped. Somehow she had forgotten to put on her school uniform. Instead she was wearing one of the outfits she and Marla had bought. It was a particularly flamboyant piece that showcased her finest features, and that is to say it was quite revealing; It was a black spaghetti strapped cocktail dress. Her arms and back were bared to tantalize the eye, as was the majority of her expansive rounded cleavage. Jessica had had misgivings about buying such a racy dress, but then it wasn't her money that bought it! She came to realize that she also wore some fine earrings, and her hair was piled up beautifully on top of her head. On her feet she wore gorgeous stiletto heeled open toe shoes, which put a lot of sway into her gait. With each step her lush breasts quivered high upon her chest, causing her to blush and avert her gaze.

Her clothes weren't the only odd thing, though. Jessica realized that she was significantly taller than the other girls, and it wasn't just because of her heels. She towered over them by at least two feet, making her feel like she was walking amongst toddlers. The school was suddenly to small for her. She couldn't help but laugh, and all her misgivings about the strange situation were forgotten. Who cared what the others thought? They were insignificant now.

As she proudly ambled down that hall the jiggling of her chest within her dress was becoming quite distracting. Jessica noticed that her already very large breasts had increased to an even more unlikely size. They looked incredible against her slender hourglass frame, which had also become further accentuated. Her childbearing hips swayed, the dress draping gorgeously over a full rounded rear. She didn't feel ashamed, not amongst the dwarven and incredibly average looking girls who now cowered away from her. She felt, and looked, like a true woman. No, scratch that... like a goddess.

"Oh my, Jessica. Look at you."

That was Marla's voice. "Marla! Where are you?" She wanted her to join her so they could walk amongst her lowly peers together and subjugate them as two goddesses should.

"I'm over here by the pool. Come on."

The school had never had a swimming pool. It didn't strike her that there shouldn't be one though, and after sauntering down the hallway and turning a corner there was indeed a door marked 'swimming pool'. She opened the door and entered the room, having to duck her head slightly to get through.

The world around her disappeared and she found herself outside, during a moonlit night. The sun had just set, and the sky was purple, dotted with twinkling jewels. She had a birds-eye view of a small, beautiful pond. It was Marla's pond. And down there she saw herself nude, luxuriating in the cool water as she had in her dream the previous morning. She saw the bubbles rising before herself, then surprise turning to relief as Marla rose out of the water to stand before Jessica.

She watched herself embrace Marla. Soon they were kissing, with Marla pressing Jessica against the stony wall of the pond as she began to manually pleasure her beneath the water. It was all as it had played out before, only now Jessica watched from above. She realized that she was very aroused by the replay she was seeing, despite her being apparently disembodied and floating above the scene below.

Marla was rocking her hips against the figure of Jessica. She saw herself in a state of ecstasy as each thrust rocked her, her bountiful breasts shuddering in the water with each pass. Marla's thrusts became longer and longer as whatever it was she was thrusting into Jessica expanded, just as it had before, giving visual confirmation to what she had felt. Jessica hungered to feel what the image of herself below felt.

"Yes, Jessica... Come to me. Cum for me!"

God, she wanted to feel that! And she hoped to god the dream wouldn't end this time.

Only one of her wishes was honoured, as the display continued, only now Jessica's vantage point was much closer. She was able to watch from the shore of the pond right where she had originally left her plain school clothes.

After taking a moment to tenderly kiss and recover from the mind blowing climax, the figures of Jessica and Marla moved to a shallower part of the pond. Marla crouched low in the water, leaving her body obscured from the tops of her breasts down, while Jessica rose to her feet, pure crystalline drops pouring off of her pale moonlit skin.

As it had been earlier in the halls of her school, she saw her body remained changed, as if puberty had had some extra years to further endow her very well blessed figure, carving it beyond perfection. She watched as she slowly lowered herself over Marla, and from the blissful moan she uttered it was apparent that whatever it was that Marla had used to penetrate her before, she was now unhurriedly mounting. The figure of Jessica placed her hands on Marla's shoulders and began to bob up and down over her, slowly. She was savouring every inch that she took in only to release them and repeat, again and again. From the way she was moving, it must have been huge.

Gradually her pace quickened, and with a deep groan Marla took one of Jessica's nipples into her mouth, the other breast splashing against the water each time she descended that mysteriously hidden length.

BUZZZZZZZZZZ~!!!!

Jessica bolted upright. What the devil was that awful sound?!

She was instantly filled with rage, rage that another amazing dream had been cut short. Her anger quickly restored her senses, and she realized that it was the fire alarm. She could already hear footsteps beyond her door, as the few girls that were in the dormitory on a Sunday morning shuffled outside. She tossed her blankets aside and got to her feet to do the same.

She squinted at the firetrucks in the mid-morning sun, clutching her pillow to her chest. She scarcely noticed the firemen entering and leaving the school, with no fire in sight (a false alarm?). Like her, other girls were present, some barely even awake and still in their pyjamas. She was somewhere else though, fantasizing about the dream that had been stolen away from her.

Chapter 5

Before she'd gone to bed the previous night her feelings for Marla were a mixture of intrigue, gratefulness and friendship. Now, still clinging to the feeling of the dream she had had that morning, things were different. She was frustrated, frustrated by the unbearable desire she felt. It was a desire she could not explain nor justify, for the woman in her dream and the woman she had met in real life were surely two separate people. One was real and one was a fantasy. By all appearances in her dreams they had done it as a man and woman would, which in reality was surely impossible.

Her thoughts were only of that, all afternoon. She couldn't eat, couldn't study. All she could do was pace about her room or roll around on her bed, ruminating on her strange fixation. If only... maybe she could like a girl like me? It seemed like she might, the way she treated me. Is that why she was so good to me? She sighed, burying her face into her pillow wearily. ...It was so good. I don't think most sex is that good. If something happens between us, maybe we could use one of those strap-on things. It probably wouldn't be as good as my dreams, but if it's Marla it will be close enough.

Jessica groaned with frustration at her absurd thoughts, pounding a fist down onto the mattress. She hungered deeply for the pleasures she experienced before the fire alarm. Her other hand rubbed lamely against her moist crotch, doing little to satisfy her desire.

I have to see her again!

***

Instead of phoning Jessica decided she'd use her remaining change to catch a bus down to Marla's part of town. It had taken her a while to prepare herself to leave, dressing and making herself up until she looked every bit as good as she did the last time they were together. To do so unbeknownst to the other girls in her dormitory was quite a feat.

She dressed more casually this time: out of the clothes they had bought the previous afternoon she opted for a loose flowered miniskirt and a close fitting red buttoned sweater top over a baby t-shirt.

By the time she had arrived at Marla's building the sun had set, though the overcast sky was nothing like the brilliantly jewelled and moonlit purple of her dreams.

Her heart began to pound hard in her chest as she entered the lobby of Marla's building and buzzed her room. After a moment Marla's voice came over the intercom, "who is it?"

"It's Jessica Hunt."

"Oh, darling. Come on in."

The door unlocked and Jessica stepped into the building and called an elevator.

She felt like her heart was going to leap out of her throat, it was beating so fast. She was terribly nervous. What was her intention for the visit? She really hadn't thought things over too well.

The door opened and there stood Marla, smiling invitingly. Her wavy black and purple streaked locks were down, falling halfway down her back. She wore a loose sweater, the wide neck meant to barely hang on to her shoulders, while below there was a close black skirt and matching tights. "Come in, darling."

Jessica stepped inside and soon felt Marla's arms around her, hugging her warmly. Jessica squeezed back and couldn't help but sniff Marla's neck as she did so. It was that wonderful smell again. She felt a tingle of anxiety, mixed with desire.

Breaking that hug, she looked around Marla's home. The lights were dim and soft music was playing. "I guess I should have called beforehand. I hope it wasn't bad timing."

"Oh no, not bad timing at all. Come, get comfortable," Marla said, patting the couch as she passed by it. "Wine?" she inquired, already heading towards the cabinet where she kept her fine vintages.

"Sure, that would be nice," Jessica replied as she sat down on the couch.

There's nothing to be nervous about, she thought to herself, Marla likes me so much that nothing could go wrong.

Marla settled down beside her, placing an uncorked bottle of chardonnay and two glasses on the coffee table. "So, what brings you back to my lair so soon," she asked as she filled the two glasses. Crossing one leg over the other, she handed a glass to Jessica, turning to face her and shifting herself rather intimately close.

Jessica accepted the glass and had a small sip. "I, ah, well it was boring back at my dorm, and I felt like I'd rather be here with you."

Marla grinned warmly at that and pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, then settled her elbow against the couch, letting her lean in just a little closer. "Oh, well that's so sweet. Yes I imagine you would like it a lot more here than at your home."

Jessica nodded her assent, twirling the stem of her glass absently between her fingers, watching the golden fluids swirl within the bowl. "Yes, I really do. So, how was your appointment?"

"Business as always. Boring. I had to have the fine print on some forms modified before I could sign them."