Goddess Dreams, Part I

The back yard of the old house was overgrown, the high wall seeming to keep the lights and noise of college district out of it. The house itself had been abandoned for years, the continual fighting between heirs and the city making certain nobody even thought about moving in.

But that didn’t mean it was empty…

“C’mon, Julie!” Tom said. “You’ve gotta see this.”

Tom was dark haired and taller than most, one of the more popular college students.

Which was why Julie was sort of happy to have him. Sure, Tom could do weird shit, like breaking into an abandoned house, but on the other hand, Julie was… well, she wasn’t ugly. She wasn’t attractive. She was in the middle. 

Plain. Nothing horrible, but nothing that anyone would look twice at. Blue eyes, sort of stringing brown hair, nothing…

Well. She was plain.

“What are we looking for, Tom, besides an empty ayrd.

“That.” Tom pointed.

Julie looked to the end of the yard, next to an old, pond. It was a jade statue and for a second Julie wondered why nobody had come to steal it for its material.

Then she got a look at the entire statue.

Holy shit.

“The fuck, Tom? Was the guy a porn star?”

The statue was of a woman, seeming to look at Julie, smiling down at her, and she was fucking buck naked.

And God was that body incredible. Wide, curving hips framed her pussy, while her jugs thrust out from her body, frozen in mid-sway. Even her eyes looked… like they were alive,  staring down at Julie and Tom.

“Supposedly it’s a magic statue,” he said. “You know, like the other ones.” Tom gestured at the other parts of the yard. Julie walked over to one statue, shrouded in vines, and pulled the vines away.

It was a marble statue, a girl with some kind of old-fashioned hairdoo frozen in mid-gyration, her tits caught in mid-jiggle. Julie stared at her, at the way she seemed to be in the middle of an orgasm.

I wonder how they got a model to hold still for this.  She stared at her, and there was something exalted about the way she was frozen. A few feet beyond were two people, a guy and a girl, her on her hands and knees, him holding her by her hips, slamming his cock into her. Her head was flung back, mouth open in an orgasmic scream. The man, all muscles and strength, had a snarl on his face, not angry, but a snarl of dominion,  filling his woman with his seed…

Julie licked her lips. There was something about the statues that just made her hot. She turned and looked over at Tom, and he was staring at another pair of statues, a busty slut kneeling and sucking a man off, her fingers frozen as they caressed his nutsack, while his fingers were holding her rich, full hair.

Frozen in the middle of their orgasm.

“How many fucking statues did they make?”

“Well, they are fucking,” Tom said. He looked around. “I man, supposedly more?  The story is that there was like, a sex cult here in the 1970s. They did all kinds of magic, tantric shit, and stuff like that.”

Julie licked her lips. There was something hot about that, imagining the garden in its heyday, parties being held, the big hedges keeping anyone from peeking in—or listening in. You could have a full on orgy here, and nobody would hear anything on the sidewalk.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Dunno. I mean, there was a story that there was a huge riot and the cops were called, but nothing was in the newspaper about it. Supposedly, the other story is a bunch of students got expelled, but nothing in that.” Tom grinned. “I guess that’s the reason that this place never gets developed, everyone sort of forgets it’s here.”

“Except for you.”

“I found some old stuff in one of the empty dorm rooms.”

Julie blinked. What empty dorm rooms. The Dorms were like, stuffed full of people. The only way you’d get an empty dorm room was if someone dropped out and she hadn’t heard anything about that…  “Which Dorm room?”

“Um, 335…”

Julie paused for a moment. Third story, but… she remembered someone being in 335. In fact, hadn’t they been here this year?

Then she had another image, that of an empty dorm room, waiting for someone lucky enough to get on-campus housing.

335 had been empty since she’d come to college. Julie didn’t know why, but yeah, empty. Nobody had ever been there.

“Hey, look at this!” Tom said. “Someone’s got a glasses fetish.”

“What?”  Julie wandered over to where Tom was pulling the vines away from another figure.

It was a girl, a little chubby, but with… fuck those are huge jugs. She was arching her back, legs spread, presenting her self to some invisible figure, The statue was different from the others. For one thing, her glasses looked real, not being made of marble, and she also had a gleaming collar around her neck, a metal chain being held her her uplifted hands.

Julie licked her lips.  She had an image of someone getting ready to give themselves, forever, to a man, holding up the leash that he’d tug her along with, naked save for her slave collar and glasses.

She had two little pigtails, looked sort of cute but—

Julie blinked. Had 335 been empty? She remembered a girl, Shannon… Shannon had come to college, but had been really depressed about not getting guy. She was… a little chubby, nice tits, but not nearly as big as these were, but she wore glasses, and had twin pigtails…  Sexy pigtails…

“Isn’t that Shannon?” Tom said.

“I…” But Shannon had never been in school. She’d been in room 335 and nobody was in 335. But that was… Shannon, only with huge tits and curvy hips, waiting for her man…

And then she noticed that there was a glow behind her. A greenish glow, casting its light over the yard…