Bending Space Pt 2

The gravitational anomalies were...unexpected.

After the bridge closed, the lab itself felt heavier. I felt heavier, but only within the confines of the lab. In other areas of the building, things that a toddler could have lifted were suddenly impossible to move without assistance. Conversely, one of the staff reported a metal filing cabinet flew across the room when they attempted to pull open the top drawer but then needed three people to sit it up right immediately after. I knew these experiments would yield invaluable data but knowing the effects of my device could not be contained to the lab, I was sure my supervisors would shut the entire project down.

I sat on the Zoom call that came after, the merits of continuing praised as “blazing new frontiers in the field of astrophysics” while the dangers were labeled as nothing less than cataclysmic. My colleague at LIGO called it a doomsday device. And at any other time, I would have agreed with her.

But right now, while my colleague railed against our irresponsibility, my right hand was in my lab coat pocket, stroking the soft cotton fabric of the panties that were mine now. Gifted to me. It was only possible because of my so-called recklessness. And despite her grim and dire prophesying, all I could think was when would I get another chance. How long would I have to wait before turning the machine back on? How could I keep the bridge open longer? Maybe it was the duration of the open bridge that spawned the gravitational anomalies. Maybe if I developed some type of remote activation sequence, I could open the bridge step through and then re-open it from the other side to come back. I could pin her against the wall of her garage. Ravish her on every piece of furniture in her house. Fuck for hours and be back before the morning shift change.

My lust for science and carnal pleasure were colliding in the most absurd ways, but I couldn’t stop calculating and planning.

After the bridge closed the previous night, Kitten sent me a message on Discord. Roxanne was her real name, she said, and she congratulated me on a successful test run of the device. Attached to the message was a short video of her masturbating, thanking me for letting her be a part of making history, of folding time and space to meet her. Her moans, the grinding convulsions of her body as she climaxed, the flush of her skin as she breathed heavily, sighing her deepest wish to end the video: that I would visit her again soon and take my time with her, to make her orgasm the way she’d just shown me.

I responded with a video of my own. Seated in my lab, pants undone and around my ankles, stroking my cock with the white cotton panties in hand. I called myself crazy for her, imaging her mouth around the girth of my shaft, making beautiful wet and hungry noises as she devoured me from tip to base, sucking the soul out of my body. I imagined reaching for her breasts while her tongue worshipped every inch of my phallus, imagined her wanting more. Standing up to straddle me and ride me until I exploded and delivered every drop of my orgasm to her core.

I’d masturbated a lot this past year but that moment was the most intense orgasm I had given myself in recent memory. And it was just imaging us together. I watched my cock spasm, jet after jet of my cum soaking my bare chest, before slowing and dribbling the remainder of my climax while I tried to catch my breath. I sent the video to her as a reply and thanked her for being such a beautiful and willing participant in my experiment.

And then the post-nut clarity set in.

CERNVern: Roxanne, you know you can’t tell anyone about this. Please tell me you understand.

There was no reply. My mind was spinning, racing at the possibility of what she could release to the public. Would they believe her? Maybe the public wouldn’t but if the people writing the checks for this program thought there were any loose ends, any potential for public outcry or a demand for congressional oversight. Yes, the project and machine were in Switzerland but the money was mostly American…and a little Russian.

Jesus, they’d kill us both.

I cleaned up and straightened the lab out as best I could, watching my phone closely for her reply. Hopefully, an acknowledgement and understanding. I really had been reckless.

Then, a familiar notification.

KITTEN: Sorry, I’d jumped in the shower. Yes, Vern, I understand. I’m not stupid. I’ve read enough books and watched enough movies to know the stakes. Plus, I love the idea of you only using the machine with me. It makes me feel special. And if anyone finds out about it, you won’t be able to do it again. Maybe you need to rewatch the video I sent you. I very much want you to do it again.

And again.

And again.

My lips are sealed. At least until we visit each other again.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I trusted she was telling the truth. Not just the part of keeping this a secret between us but also the part of wanting to see me again. I could see the excitement and wonder in her eyes through the bridge. I could sense her eagerness and I understood, without a doubt, she could be just as reckless as me.

I was shaken out of the memory by someone in the Zoom meeting demanding to know where I’d opened the bridge to. I was prepared for this question and gave the coordinates to a random location in Death Valley. If they pulled the data from the device, it would be easily confirmed because I scrubbed the actual coordinates from the server and doctored the reports.

Yes. I am a horrible scientist.

More than a month later, I still hadn’t been able to visit her. If they didn’t have scientists visiting to study the machine or some new persisting gravitational anomaly, then it was investor after investor. Day and night. People traipsing through my lab and making it impossible to work on any of the problems I’d identified during the first run.

I gave demonstrations on an almost daily basis and I was grateful at least for that. It would make it a lot easier to hide my return to Roxanne later on. The data I was able to collect was curious because it couldn’t explain the random fluctuations in gravity. There was nothing on either side of the open bridge that could explain why Newton’s inverse square law suddenly didn’t apply to, let’s say, a small three by two foot space in the break room upstairs or to an entire section of the parking garage, the same section on each of its three floors. And the parking garage was almost a half-mile away from the device and therefore any opening of the bridge. The words doomsday device echoed in my mind every time I turned the machine on but I knew I could arrive at a plausible theory with just enough time and data.

I needed to escape all the schmoozing and sycophantic interns wanting to be assigned to my lab. I couldn’t consider a problem long enough without being interrupted by a stupid question or request, and then I had to start all over again. I was finally able to convince the higher-ups that they needed to give me a break, that I could figure this out on my own and much faster if my lab wasn’t constantly invaded. I told them I was so close, close to figuring out a solution to the bridge collapse issue but I needed a weekend, at the very least, of uninterrupted space.

They gave me a week and the first thing I did was message Roxanne.

CERNvern: Hey there, Kitten…I’m gonna need that stapler back soon. I was thinking maybe this Friday night? If you’re available, that is.

KITTEN: Aww! I was hoping to keep that stapler as a memento. But if you need it back that badly, I’ll be happy to hand-deliver it to you.

My body stirred in response. I pressed my advantage.

CERNvern: It’s about time you give me what’s mine.

KITTEN: I couldn’t agree more.

Friday came and the ladies in the offices fussed over me, asking me who my date was. I pretended to not know what they were talking about but the effort I put into my appearance was noticeable, to say the least. I’d been neglecting my beard but it was soft and trimmed today. My hair was combed and tied back and I was sporting a brand new collared shirt. And none of them could see it, but I’d also tended to my neglected manscaping. I didn’t shave everything off. I left enough behind that I hoped would catch all her wetness as she rode me, and her scent would cling to me for as long as possible.

I may have also bought her some flowers.

When the time came to open the bridge, my stomach flipped. Yes, I was about to be the first person in history to step through a man-made hole in time and space, but it was the person on the other side of the bridge I wanted to impress. We’d flirted for so long. I only hoped I lived up to everything I promised her.

I also hoped I didn’t die.

I hit the button, flowers in hand. After a flash of light and brief pull towards the vacuum of the gaping portal, I looked upon the familiar sight of Roxanne’s garage. There she stood, barefoot and wearing a robe. She smiled at me and opened the robe, revealing her bare body in all its glory. I think I whimpered. It’s hard to recall anything else that may have happened because I froze and just stared at her. I wanted to move my feet and step through. Claim her and ravage her the way I had been describing in our chats and video calls. And at the moment when I could make it a reality, my body refused to cooperate.

She furrowed her brow. “Are you coming through?”

I nodded and swallowed hard. I took one step closer and froze again.

She cocked her head in confusion. “If you don’t hurry, the bridge will collapse! Get over here now, Vern!”

Fear claimed me and everything that could go wrong began playing in my head.

I imagined some kind of time dilation between the openings. What if the 5 seconds we observed from outside the bridge were 5 years inside the bridge?
No, you idiot, remember how warm her panties were? Move!
What if there is no oxygen in the bridge?
You’re not establishing residency there. Take a deep breath and walk, dummy!
Radiation?
Oh my god, I am hopeless.

And then Roxanne did what I could not. There was no time to react, to stop her. I opened my mouth to yell at her, to go back to where she stood. No. She was reckless, I had called it. And I wouldn’t close the gap because I couldn’t stop thinking long enough to just do what needed to be done.

Barefoot and wearing nothing but her silk robe, she stepped through the portal on her side and walked across the bridge into my lab. A second later, the bridge collapsed and the gateway disappeared.

And there she was.

Alive, visibly uninjured, and standing mere inches away from me. I reached for her, my hand trembling and my mind trying to comprehend the sequence of events that had just happened. My hand cupped her face. She was so warm, the skin so soft. She nuzzled her face in my palm.

I had so many questions for her but it was then I noticed her robe still hung fully open. Her breasts barely visible through the sheer material. My eyes following the space left unguarded by the open garment all the way down to the mound I’ve worshipped from an excruciating distance for far too long. Her arms flew up and around my neck, pulling us together and pressing her lips to mine. The feel of her full lips against me, the coolness of her mouth as it welcomed my tongue, I dropped the flowers and wrapped my arms around her in return. She smelled the way her panties had that first night. My deep breaths committed her scent to memory. No heavy smell of perfume, detergent, or shampoo. Just her, pure and simple. I hoped the tightness of my embrace would make up for my cowardice. She moaned against me as we kissed deeply and any other thought other than having her disappeared completely.

Without breaking the kiss, her arms fell away and shed the robe, letting it fall to the floor alongside the forgotten flowers. She pushed me backwards while also reaching for my belt, deftly pulling the one side free of the buckle even as I stumbled back towards my desk. My ass hit the desk behind me and that was when she pulled away from our kiss.

Her passion left me breathless. I watched as she unbuttoned my pants and worked the zipper down over an already rigid member. She massaged me roughly through the fabric, letting me feel the hunger in her touch, see the savageness in her eyes as she met my gaze. I knew she liked to be teased but her dominance told me there would be no teasing tonight. She pulled my trousers open and down, completely exposing my cock and thighs, letting the pants slide down to the floor on their own as she observed her prize.

“Roxanne…,” I began to plead. I felt wound tight, like I could snap at any second. If she took me into her mouth, I wasn’t sure I…

I never finished that thought. All focus turned to the vision of this beautiful woman on her knees. A mouth that felt so cool and soft against my lips yet felt so warm and demanding while wrapped around my cock. I gripped the desk, willing myself to focus on anything. Equations, names of pets, even one of the secretaries here named Mildred who had a facial hair that rivaled my own. Our long distance flirting had gone on so long. I'd gotten too used to imagining her when I masturbated, fantasizing her touching me and fucking me as I stroked myself. It was a hard habit to break because even now, when I closed my eyes, all I could see was Roxanne.

I surrendered and watched her. I couldn’t control this moment and surrendered to whatever would happen. She had to know what she was doing, the way her full, pouty lips closed around my engorged flesh, creating a seal, sweeping her tongue under and around the head of my cock. The way she looked deep into my eyes as she slid me deeper down her throat, shoving my cock so far back that the tightness was almost painful. Pulling back from my shaft with her mouth wide open, showing me how natural it looked to have my cock resting on her tongue. If I could park my dick in her mouth once a day for the rest of my life, I would die a happy man.

When she closed her mouth around me, hollowing out her cheeks to suck harder, moving her head faster, I feared she planned to finish me then and there. I felt myself approaching that edge and soon I wouldn’t be able to come back from it. She’d asked me to edge myself all day. She said she wanted a big load from me and that would help. I obliged and had been exciting myself, touching my cock under my desk, bringing myself close to orgasm and then pulling back. Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't burst the moment she opened her robe before.

I watched her handle every inch of me with a voraciousness I’d never experienced before, one hand at the base of my cock stroking in time with her mouth, the other hand braced against my thigh, fingers curling and nails digging into my skin. The pinpricks of pain focused me briefly and I thought maybe, just maybe, I stood a chance and could take over.

Her mouth pulled away with a loud, wet popping sound and the sight of saliva dribbling down her chin almost undid me. She stood before me slowly, her breasts grazing the front of my body until she stood at her full height. She pressed me backward again, leaning me back over the desk behind me until she herself could climb onto it to straddle me. I let it happen. I let it all happen because she had earned this. She braved the unknown to have me and this was her reward. Power over me, the man who carved a hole in space for her.

I adjusted myself, my head, torso, and hips resting completely on the desk as she positioned herself just at the tip of my cock. Her heat pulled me closer even as she tried to draw out initial penetration, smiling wickedly at me the entire time.

Countless times, I’d watched a very specific video she made. I’d go so far as to say it’s my favorite video of hers. It starts with her favorite dildo suctioned to the floor and her gorgeous ass to the camera. She lifts her hips and positions her pussy right at the tip of the dildo and then records it stretching her slowly as she sits deeper and deeper, until it all disappears inside her. Now it was my cock she was sliding onto, getting spread by. The cold air of the lab was replaced with the grip of her slick, warm pussy, the gracious lips pulling at me as she paused, lifted herself an inch, then resumed her descent until I was buried balls deep inside her.

I watched her face contort, telling me her body hadn’t been prepared for how deep I could take her. I knew she was holding back.

Turn about is fair play, right?

I placed a foot on my office chair, using it to thrust my hips and cock up just as my hands gripped her waist and forced her down. She moaned and yelped at the same time, shocked at my taking control.

“Again,” she demanded.

I obliged and this time it was more moaning than yelp.

“Again,” she repeated, sounding fairly breathless herself now.

I smiled. “Your dildo doesn’t do that, does it?” I teased.

“Oooh, look who found their big boy voice…all of a sudden.”

I chuckled at her playful reply, thrusting up in the middle of her talking just to hear her react.

Her hips moved, pulling up and coming down on their own as she braced her hands against my chest. She looked for a rhythm and found it easily, using my cock, riding it to scratch a very specific itch. I relaxed and let her take over again, watching the ecstasy flow through her and radiate off her blushing skin. I reached for her breasts, grazing them lightly and running my thumb across the darkening nipples. And that was the moment. Watching her take her pleasure with me. Watching her body react so honestly to mine. I had reached the point of no return.

I sat up, catching her around the waist. I lifted her with me as I stood and turned, placing her rather indelicately where I had just lay and without slipping out of her body.

And then I fucked her. Mercilessly.

Her legs wrapped around me at first, but she couldn’t hold on. I held onto her hips and thrust into her without holding back, watching the impact of my movement bounce her breasts in time with my body. I gripped one tightly, digging my own fingers and nails into her skin, my other hands staying on her hip, keeping her from sliding away from me.

Her moans and screams filled the laboratory, the pressure in my own body reaching its peak.

“Fuck, Roxanne…are you ready for me?”

Between expletives and moans, she screamed, “Yes! Fuck yes, please! Fill me…fill me, just like you promised you would.”

“And I always keep my promises, don’t I, Roxanne,” was the last thing I managed to grunt before the pressure broke and the euphoria consumed me.

I closed my eyes as I exploded inside her, feeling her body convulse and quiver around my own. Every movement sent yet another bolt of pleasure through my body and I almost collapsed where I stood. I fought that urge to fall, keenly aware that I was still pouring my climax into her and didn’t want to waste a single drop. She wanted it all, she’d told me. She’d said she’d never seen someone cum so much and loved watching me masturbate whenever she could. I’d never met anyone who appreciated that about me. Lord knows if I ever would again. I wouldn’t waste the opportunity to give her the biggest cream pie she’s ever had.

When I felt content that my cock had finished its delivery, I finally fell to the floor. She continued laying on the desk, catching her breath, and I watched as a little of my deposit immediately started dripping out and onto the floor.

“Well, that didn’t take long,” I said, amused at the sight.

I heard her giggle.

“Next time, I want it in my mouth so I can try to swallow it all.”

I couldn’t see her face but I could hear the smile in her words. Next time, she’d said*.* Now, it was my turn to smile.

She turned onto her stomach and slid down to the floor to join me, regarding me with a weary smile that still held some wickedness behind it. She was just as beautiful as in her pictures and videos. My smile faded then, and I got very serious.

“What you did was dangerous. You had no idea what might have happened.” I hoped I didn’t sound upset but, truth be told, watching her walk into the bridge terrified me. “If something had happened to you, I never would have forgiven myself.”

She smirked and gave me a look of disbelief. “I didn’t take a single risk that you weren’t ready to take yourself. Seems we’re well-matched.”

“What do you mean?”

She giggled again. “I’m impulsive, yes. You seem to overthink enough for the both of us. Maybe we can teach each other something before long.”

I shook my head, chuckling at the thought. She wasn’t wrong.

“I’m not letting you do that again,” I said with conviction.

She smiled and stretched, laying across my lap and looking up at me. I watched as her hands slid down and between her thighs, searching for what I'm sure was continuing to leak out of her pussy. I heard a repeated wet sound and I knew she was using my cum to play with herself. I place my hand on her exposed breast, gently pinching a nipple between my middle and index finger. The other nipple began to darken and tighten and my cock responded in kind, despite having just performed rather vigorously.

“Unless you have some clothes for me and my passport," Roxanne teased," I don’t think you’ve got much choice there, chief.” That wicked look returned, unrelated to both of us playing with her body, and I wondered what she was hiding.

“What? What aren’t you telling me?”

Her smile broadened though she tried to hide it. “Well, I’d hate to think I’m giving something for nothing…maybe if you recover enough to fuck my ass, I’ll tell you what it looks like between the two gateways you opened.”

My fingers stilled on her breast and my brow furrowed. “What did you see?”

“In the space in between? I don’t know if there are words to describe it but if I could choose one? Beautiful.”

My fingers resumed their playfulness as I contemplated what she'd said. The space in between.

For over 100 years, physicists have theorized about and debated the existence of a fifth dimension, one beyond our four dimensional perception. If Roxanne had indeed passed through a fifth dimensional space, she would have only perceived it as another four dimensional space, like any place on earth or the known universe. She'd called it beautiful as it was but what couldn't she see, or access, if it was a higher plane of existence? Could that missing piece answer the bridge collapse question or tell us how and why the gravitational anomalies were happening?

Roxanne cursed under her breath as I pondered these questions and more.

“What are you muttering about down there?” I asked her.

She looked up at me and with complete seriousness said, “I forgot your stapler.”