Embraced by the Light

Five-fifteen. Still time to make the bus if she hurried. Laura quickened her pace as she made her way through the park towards the Cayman Street bus stop. She really wished she wasn’t in such a rush, but alas, such is life. She sighed as she adjusted her packages in her arms. The sun shined brilliantly overhead. The pigeons had all gathered about the statue of Narcissus staring into the fountain that decorated the city park.

Laura stopped and stared. She had never really taken time out of her day to look at the statue. In spite of its weathered outer texture, he was truly beautiful. She set her bags down on the steps of the fountain and climbed up two more for a closer look. The pigeons scattered as she crossed into their territory. He was indeed spectacular, this Narcissus. No wonder he fell in love with himself. The grayish green marble was fading, but you could imagine that it once gave the illusion of alabaster skin. His eyes were deepset, and Laura imagined them to be dark green, perhaps with flecks of gold. His lips were rosebuds, and his hair, a thatch of golden curls. Laura was baffled that she had never noticed it before. His face bore a boyish smirk as he gazed into the water to feast upon himself. She felt the need to touch it.

She reached her hand out, stretching her fingers tentatively toward the statue. Her fingers grazed his cheek and a hand clamped over hers. She looked up, expecting to see a policeman hovering over her, but there was no one there. She looked to her own hand and realized it was covered by a young man’s. He was about 19, and bore an uncanny resemblance to the statue.

“hey!” she said. “What’s the problem?”

“Nothing,” he answered, face down. “I just saw you looking at ... looking that way.”

He looked into her eyes and she gasped.

“You ... you ... uhh...” she stammered. “Did ... uhh ... you pose for that?”

She gestured toward the statue, and as she set her gaze upon it, she realized there was nothing there.

“I guess you could say so...” he smirked.

“You mean ... you...”

He nodded.

“But ... but ... can’t anyone see you, like I am seeing you now, I mean? Aren’t the scientists and TV crews going to bombard us at any moment?”

“No,” he answered. “You are the only one who can see me.”

“Wow. How did this happen?”

“Well, I have loved myself for so long, and only myself, and yet, when someone worships me as I worship myself, I am allowed a bitter taste of true mutual love.”

“But...”

“Please...” he said. “Let’s not talk anymore.”

He kissed Laura’s hand and moved to be next to her. He slowly lifted her arm. He frowned as he examined the clothing she wore. He was clad only in something that could only be described as a mixture of a toga and loincloth, cinched at the waist with gold braid. He examined the clothing for a moment, then began tugging at it.

Laura made no move to stop him. She didn’t know exactly how to react, so she just let him. He finally tugged so hard that the flimsy cotton blouse tore. A tear formed at the corner of his right eye.

“Laura,” he said sorrowfully. “I broke it!”

“No, no, honey ... you just ripped it. Look...”

She showed him how the buttons fastened and unfastened. He was intrigued. He unfastened them all and removed her shirt. She was not wearing a bra, and her hard nipples stuck out from her small, firm breasts. She felt the slight chill of the April breeze and brought her arms up to shield her breasts.

Narcissus moved to her skirt next. Finding no buttons, he tugged at it, and found it yielded willingly. Laura was scantily dressed in only her small cotton panties. But not for long, he removed those too.

He then walked around to face her, standing her up. He walked around her entire form, stopping to kiss the sensitive areas on the back of her neck. Shivers ran up and down her spine. With his hands. He began exploring her body. He let his palms caress her swollen nipples as she moaned with delight. She turned herself so she was facing him. She wanted him to be as naked as she was. She felt so free.

She remembered where she was for a moment and looked around. Mothers strolled by with carriages, men walked dogs, children played, but no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. She put them out of her mind and focused on her Narcissus.

He looked deep into her eyes as he lifted her arm once again. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently, then moved on to kiss the entire length of her arm ... She let her head roll back and her eyes close. There was something so passionate, and yet so innocent about this man.

Narcissus took her hand and led her to the fountain. He stepped in. She wondered for a moment if she could get in trouble for that, but only for a moment did she wonder before following him. The water was warm in comparison to the wind. She trailed her fingers in it as they walked to the rocks that adorned the center. He sat Laura down and stroked her hair. He was still wearing his makeshift robe. Sensing her arousal, he removed it, and for the first time she gazed upon his erect penis. It was beautiful, quite perfect in her eyes...