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Wings of Fortune - Part 6

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Sam nearly crashed the car as he pulled up to Candace’s house. She was absolutely incredible! And incredibly distracting!


She wore a tight white dress that hugged every curve and white sandals. Her breasts, which looked far larger than they had even yesterday, jiggled as she ran toward the car.


She hopped in before he could even get out to hold the door open for her, giving him a brilliant smile. He noticed in his peripheral vision that the short, tight hem of her dress was pulling up again, uncovering precious inches of her sleek thighs. That sight was only peripheral because the majority of his attention was focused on her mouth-wateringly delicious cleavage. Her breasts bulged over the low-cut top of a dress that was clearly made for a less impressive chest.


She reached her slender fingers over to Sam’s thigh and squeezed as she spoke.


“We’ve got to go. I don’t want dad to see me wearing this while I’m out with you. He won’t be happy. He’s pretty protective—especially these days…”


He almost didn’t comprehend what she said, her cleavage and fingers as distracting as anything he could think of. Her words sinking in after a long second, he pressed the accelerator and began driving toward the restaurant.


Her fingers didn’t leave his leg as he began to drive, however. Instead, they rose even higher on his leg, progressing toward his crotch. He felt his pants begin to bulge as her warm hand moved closer. He glanced over to her nervously.


Her long lashes—significantly longer than they were at the movies when he had first noticed— were half-lowered, her eyes focused on her rising hand. She was leaning toward him now, giving him an even better view of her magnificent breasts.


He heard a honk and turned his eyes ahead just in time to swerve back into his lane. Candace didn’t seem to have noticed that he had crossed the center line into oncoming traffic. Thank God for small favors! Instead, she was too intent on the movement of her fingers, now so close to his package that he could practically feel them touching him.


The hair on the back of his neck rose in anticipation. What was she doing?!


She seemed to think the same thing at exactly the same moment because her hand suddenly shot back to her own lap. Sam stole a glance at her. She was staring straight ahead, shrinking into her seat, clearly mortified. She clasped her hands tightly together—so tightly that the skin on the back of her hand around her fingers turned white.


They said little on the rest of the drive to the restaurant. Candace seemed preoccupied by her own thoughts, and she had certainly given him plenty to think about.


As they pulled up to the restaurant, however, she seemed to relax. They both climbed out of the car when they arrived, and Sam got his first proper view of her in her revealing dress.


His eyes lingered over her hourglass shape—was it more exaggerated than he remembered? His eyes found supple hips flaring from a firm, tiny waist and breasts that…


Sam suddenly realized he was blatantly ogling her. His eyes flashed up to hers, which, fortunately looked merely amused and not annoyed.


“The doctors said that I have massive amounts of estrogen and some other stuff that they’ve never seen before in my system,” she said, coquettishly. “I guess it’s causing some changes to my body.”


Looking vaguely embarrassed, she reached behind herself and scratched at her upper back for a moment. When she finished her eyes moved to something on Sam’s upper chest. She walked up to him and brushed a piece of lint from his shirt, then looked up at him and smiled. He noticed that the top of her vibrant red locks came up to his eye line.


“You’re taller!” Sam said in surprise.


“Yes, my legs have been growing…” she said with a seductive wink before turning and climbing the stairs to the restaurant.


...And they’re not the only things that have grown he thought, as he watched the perfect spheres of her backside shift their way up the steps before him.


After watching her swinging hips for a moment longer, he rushed to catch up with her, then scurried ahead to hold open the door. She nodded to him in acknowledgement as she walked inside. Sam smiled at Candace briefly before advising the hostess of his reservation. She grabbed two menus and took them to their seats.


Candace took her seat, her posture upright and rigid. As her eyes found Sam, they were warm and friendly, containing none of the fire that he had seen earlier in the car. They certainly didn’t seem like the same eyes as those of the girl who had been moving her hand up his thigh. Her body language and behavior were all over the place right now. He didn’t know what to make of it. It made him wonder again about her doctor’s appointment.


“You said something about the doctors finding ‘other stuff’ in your body before. What other stuff did they find? Are you going to be okay?”


Candace seemed to appreciate his concern. She placed her hand on his. He still felt a bit of a thrill from the skin contact with a beautiful girl, but with accompanying eyes that were affectionate rather than fiery, it didn’t have quite the same impact. It did, however, set him more at ease. She felt… comforting… right now.


“I don’t know. They found something that affected the body sort of like adrenaline, and another thing that might be changing my RNA... or maybe DNA… or maybe the RNA was changing my DNA… I don’t remember. I couldn’t really follow it all. They didn’t seem worried, exactly. More like curious. Excited even. They said they had never seen anything quite like it.”


A pretty young waitress stopped beside their table to take their drink orders. Candace paused in her explanation to order an Italian soda. Sam just ordered water. It was less expensive and healthier. He was surprised that Candace had ordered a sugar-packed drink. She was usually a bit of a health nut. He supposed that she might need some extra calories to support all the growing she’d been doing.


His eyes dropped again to her luscious figure and the way it filled out her dress. She was beginning to look as if she should be auditioning for television roles and modeling gigs rather than heading off to a dorm room on a college campus in a couple of weeks.


“Did the doctors say that anything might be affecting your personality?” Sam gave her a slightly pensive look, unsure how she would react to the unsubtle implications of his words. He did want to know, though. She certainly hadn’t been acting like her normal self.


“Why?” she said, the look in her eyes transforming. The friendly warmth in them changed as her eyelids dropped slightly. Her chin lowered, her eyes remaining locked on him in what almost looked like a challenge. He felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead under the intense heat of her gaze. “Do I seem different to you? Better? Sexier?”


Her fingers dug into his hand like painful claws, but, Lord help him, he welcomed the pain. Something about how she was looking at him made it feel… wonderful. She gave him a Cheshire smile.


“I know you like the new me. I can taste it.”


Sam blinked in surprise. His reaction seemed to jar her, and she straightened again, the fire in her eyes extinguished. Her grip on his hand relaxed, though she left it, covering his.


“Candace, I hope this doesn’t upset you, but you have been acting really weird tonight. I’m a little worried about you. You’re just not acting like yourself!” There. He’d said it. He didn’t want to ruin his chances with Candace, but he couldn’t just say nothing, could he? What if something were wrong with her?


She wasn’t offended at all. In fact, she seemed eager to discuss it.


“Thank you so much, Sam. I really appreciate how you’re always looking out for me and taking care of me. You’re such a good friend.”


Her eyes left his to focus on his hands as she continued.


“I have been feeling strange since the day at the pond. Sometimes, I feel on top of the world, like everything is wonderful, like I could just rise up from the ground and… fly... or something.”


For a fleeting moment, Sam almost thought he saw a faint, hazy, white outline of what looked like wings behind her. It was gone before he could be certain, however, evaporating into the air.


“Other times, I feel so dark, so aroused, so… sexy... I can barely contain myself.” Her eyes darkened for a moment as she finished her sentence, flicking back to his with almost palpable fierceness. It quickly faded, however.


“Do you think that’s just some kind of side effect of my heart stopping or something?” she finished, emerald eyes remaining on his expectantly.


Sam sat there, open-mouthed, unsure what to make of what he had just seen. It was as though two different sides of her personality were being pulled apart and magnified, and she was penduluming between them.


He had to be imagining things. His mind was probably playing tricks on him in his concern for Candace’s health. A lot had happened to him these last few days. He’d had to save Candace from drowning. He’d started hanging out with Candace and Mara. He was on a freakin’ date with Candace for goodness’ sake! Candace!


All of this was bound to loosen his grip on reality a little, right? It’s not like girls grew suddenly prettier over the course of a couple of days. It’s not like outlines of wings magically appeared then poofed away. It’s not like his dream girl would suddenly be coming on to him after four years of aloof obliviousness to his obvious crush on her.


All of this was his subconscious doing cartwheels and making him exaggerate things, see things that weren’t actually there. It had to be. She was acting a little strange after having been through a near-death experience. That’s probably why she had agreed to go out with him too—some sort of feelings of indebtedness. It’s not like they had really done anything beyond touch hands, though after all. He was just reading too much into it. Some combination of wishful thinking and stress. It all made sense.


Sam let out a breath, his shoulders slumping slightly. He hadn’t realized he had been tensing them, but he had been getting pretty worked up as they talked, he supposed.


“Yeah. I think that’s exactly what it is. We should probably just take it easy tonight and relax. You’ve been through a lot these last couple of days, and the strange news from the doctors probably has you ill at ease.”


Candace smiled at him and squeezed his hand in appreciation, withdrawing it, however, as the waitress approached the table to take their orders.


“I’d like two orders of spaghetti—with the garlic bread on the side—and a bowl of soup, a side salad, and some breadsticks. Thank you!”


The waitress scribbled it all down, then glanced uncertainly over to Sam.


“Um, did the lady order for both of you, or…” the waitress asked.


Sam was kind of wondering that himself.


“Oh no. I’m just really hungry tonight…” said Candace with a smile. The waitress gave her an appraising look. Sam could almost see the wheels turning. How did she eat like THIS and look like THAT? He stifled a laugh and gave her his order, grinning in spite of himself.


“Could I have the linguini please?”


“Would you like a side salad with that?”


“No, I’m good.”


“Perfect!”


Candace shrugged, then grinned as the waitress walked away in bemused wonder.

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Hawk9600's avatar

lol, I got into a car accident (everyone was fine) on my first date with a girl. So any time Sam gets distracted and has to jerk the wheel, I feel the struggle.

Great chapter!

HikerAngel's avatar

Thank you so much! :)

Things are heating up!


I'm starting to worry for Candace, though. Having such strong opposing forces within her is going to get dangerous for her and everyone she meets if they're warring against each other.

HikerAngel's avatar

Isn't that the fun part? ;)


Look for another part in the next couple of hours...

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I don't mind in the least to see you working on a story with a more gradual lead-in than some of the one-shots, but these little updates sprinkled every few hours are doing a number on my heart!


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The plot is definitely thickening. This quote answer some of my questions in particular:

“I have been feeling strange since the day at the pond. Sometimes, I feel on top of the world, like everything is wonderful, like I could just rise up from the ground and… fly... or something.”
For a fleeting moment, Sam almost thought he saw a faint, hazy, white outline of what looked like wings behind her. It was gone before he could be certain, however, evaporating into the air.
“Other times, I feel so dark, so aroused, so… sexy... I can barely contain myself.” Her eyes darkened for a moment as she finished her sentence, flicking back to his with almost palpable fierceness. It quickly faded, however.
“Do you think that’s just some kind of side effect of my heart stopping or something?” she finished, emerald eyes remaining on his expectantly.
Sam sat there, open-mouthed, unsure what to make of what he had just seen. It was as though two different sides of her personality were being pulled apart and magnified, and she was penduluming between them.

While I in the beginning had no clue about what had ‘merged’ with Candace, her seductive side did support the idea of a succubus/falling angel but now it is confirmed that BOTH have merged and are fighting for control/dominance.

This are still leaving some questions: Are Candace ‘dating’ because she wants to do it? Is it the angels doing? What about Her calling Sam ‘Guardian Angel’? And what is going on with Matt?

Same. Matt's role is the biggest unknown to me right now.

As it seems, he was the first to provide details about what is happening to them but he is also the one who has provided least due to Candace randomly displaying what she was talking about...
HikerAngel's avatar

All will be answered in time... :)

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