"Freeze, Lawrence" Part I

By NomadSole

She seemed older than you'd think or say she is, by just looking at her. 
At first sight, Eveline looked like every other seventeen-year-old. 
Sweet smile ornamenting the round face. 
Golden locks falling over her shoulders like a waterfall bursting from the top of her head. 
Full breasts and no less shapely bottom - all confined in a tight pink dress, with puffy sleeves. 
But there was something about her that made you think she must have been born way before 1810... Something less obvious than her striking paleness.
Larry didn't mind, as long as she was his girlfriend. 
She taught him things that no other seventeen would teach him. 
She knew things about him that he didn't know, and she was there for him, to explain everything to him when he just started to notice weird things going on. 
She was the first one to pull his trousers down and tell him: "Larry, this... *cough*... splendid object you see is Sir Penis..." She was the one that took good care of Larry. 
Larry enjoyed being cuddled, kissed. 
So did Sir Penis, as an integral part of Larry. Sometimes Larry thought that Sir Penis likes Eveline more than he does. More often, he thought that Eveline likes Sir Penis more than she likes him.
But, Larry sometimes seemed unfaithful, too. He was more fond of Lady Ticklish than he was of Eveline. 
He caressed her passionately, letting Eveline watch all this. He kissed her, licked her - and Eveline just giggled.
But, Eveline seemed to enjoy foot worship.
"I'm sure my feet smell"
"N-no, nonot at a-all"
"Really"
"Y-yes"
"Then you won't mind...", she said, and pushed her foot in his face.
Larry fainted before he could say yuk.
Evelyne crouched by him.
"I know what will wake you up!"
Lady Ticklish gave Larry a sweet kiss. Eveline smiled and watched Larry twitching - of joy, as she supposed - under her foot.
"How sweet! Now kiss me!"
He gave her stockinged foot a passionate kiss. 
Then he counted her toes with his lips. She had ten of them. 
Then he counted her round heels with his wet tongue, thirsty of her foot-sweat. She had two round heels, tasting like ambrosia. 
Of course, there are many kinds of ambrosia, just like there are different kinds of wine: red wine, white wine, and cheap wine. But, the most important thing is that it tasted good to those who drink it.
There was only one obstacle to getting drunk with Eveline's foot.
"Is there no way for you to take this stocking off?"
"I am deeply sorry, Larry, my love, but there is none"
"Oh well", sighed Larry, and swallowed her stockinged toes. He chewed on her foot as if there was nothing else to drink in the whole wide world. 
He kissed her sole just like a madman that hadn't eaten for weeks.
Suddenly, the two young lovers heard an irritated knock on the door.
"Lawrence?", an annoyed voice outside said. "Lawrence, what are the noises coming out of your room?"
Eveline took her foot away from Larry's mouth, for his convenience.
"What noises should that be, mother?"
"Mwong-mwong-mwong-mwong"
"Oh that!"
"Yes!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, mother"
"Oh yes you do! I guess it's again one of your imaginary friends! Let me in!"
"Yes mother"
The key rattled in the lock, and Lady Freeze went in.
"Now, Lawrence, do you want to go to the asylum for the mentally ill, just like your father did?"
"By no means, mother! I would not take a day without my Eveline!"
"And who might that be? Some new imaginary friend?"
"Eveline is NOT imaginary! Here, that's Eveline, mother"
"I see nothing but air that you hold with your hands"
"Do not be unpleasant to Eveline, mother! She MIGHT be a little transparent, but she is real!"
"She... it is JUST AIR!"
"She's a ghost!"
"Now that really soothes me...", the mother sighed.
"You see, mother!"
"YOU CRAZY IMBECIL, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THAT???"
"Now look what you've done, mother! Eveline is crying!"
"WHAT THE ALLMIGHTY FVCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"
"I'll better go and see after her"
And as Larry ran after his beloved Eveline, there was something that he was trying to remember. There was something that ghost could and people couldn't.
WHAM!
Oh yeah, walking through walls...
"Now that is IT, my boy! You are going to the madmen's asylum!"
"Eeeeyoooeeeyyyaaaaay...", moaned Larry - not really conscious of the gravity of the situation.
"I won't drag you all by myself! Get on your feet!"
"...feet...", whispered Larry, and fainted.


*to be continued*