Page 28 of SummerTime Madness
Something tightens in my stomach, something too close to feeling like a warning.
“Y’all ready to have some fun?” Chase says as he walks past me, carting Cordelia’s luggage. And I wonder, why the fuck do I have to carry his shit if he’s already like a needy puppy sucking up his neglectful owner’s ass.
“I’m ready to relax and soak up the sun,” Cordelia chimes in while walking next to me, texting away.
“Must be so hard being a complete bitch.”
My comment doesn’t faze her. Over her heart shaped sunglasses, I can see the smile.
I fucking hate it.
“It is actually quite hard. You of all people should know. Also, I graded your thesis, an interesting take on connection.”
My eyes widen, but before I can respond, she’s ahead of me, leaching off Chase, like the leech that she is. Still my eyes focus on the sway of her hips, and the small jiggle of her ass.
My dick twitches in response and guess what?
I hate that too.
For a moment I wonder what Cordy is thinking? Is she planning her next move? Planting her spores in my fucking brain while I’m still drowning in the last one.
I suck in my teeth.
Why did the professor let her grade my paper?
Anger bubbles beneath my skin. It’s been days since our little adventure in the garden,but it was a good paper. Having her stamp of approval, no matter how much I wanted to deny it, brought me joy.
Because it means I was onto something…
After all, it was her obsession with giving the mycelium a will, not just to spread, but to connect. Walking towards the ramp to board the ferry, I get lost in my thoughts of the night it all started.
First year of college-
Cordelia bounces on Chase’s cock while I try to make the connections. The sound of her wet thighs slapping against him fills the dorm. Their ragged breathing and soft moans become the background music–while I sit in front of the glass container with the ants, high as shit, and still have gotten nowhere. Half of them died–the other mindless, searching to infect.
Not connected.
I needed to make the fungi network rewire. They weren’t aware of anything. Noconnection. But I needed to figure out how to link psilocybe cyanescens to cordyceps militaris without triggering host death. To create a network that didn’t spread blindly, but thought.
A true hive–one that chooses symbiosis over slaughter. But I was getting nowhere. Chase groans as he pounds harder into Cordy causing her to scream out.
“You’re too focused on keeping them alive,” Cordelia says as if she can hear my thoughts. Even while being fucked, she still notices me.
“That’s the entire point of establishing a connection,” I mutter as she moans and pants, grinding herself down on him. Her body glistening with sweat, and he’s too drunk off her to notice we, once again, will begin to bicker.
Another reason we can’t work together–Cordelia wants evolution, but she just wants to burn it all down and be the catalyst to rebirth. I wanted something far more simple and even harder to achieve.
Connection.
“You’re so obsessed with that word,” she pants as she reaches her climax, pinching her nipples while sucking on her neck.
“And you’re so obsessed with evolution, like some God. But imagine if the fungi can create a hive-likemind. Instead of killing the host, they can achieve perfect symbiosis.”
Her head falls back, eyes meeting mine.
“I’m obsessed with it because it’s efficient. Parasites adapt by making the host think they need them. We want the same thing; call it symbiosis if you want, but survival always demands a price. You either evolve or get consumed.”
I push away and turn my attention to the debauchery in front of me, my dick instantly tenting my sweats.
