Coral stood on the rooftop looking over the city. The setting sun cast it’s golden red glow about the tall buildings. Normally she was home by now but today she had decided to stay and watch the sun set.
That bright, powerful ball in the sky said its last goodnight and slipped from view. The sound of crumbling stone drew her eyes from the cityscape to one of the stone gargoyles. It cracked in half. The two halves shattered, turning to dust and were blown away by a hard rush of wind.
Coral hesitantly approached the form that was inside the stone. As she drew closer, the outline became more clear. It was a woman. A long haired, naked woman. A moan sounded as she stirred, breath flowing into her body which had been in a form of suspended animation for fifty years. Fifty years inside a piece of stone, aware of all that was changing with the world, but not able to be a part of it.
Another breeze swirled jet black hair about Coral’s face, temporarily blinding her. She fought to clear her waist length hair from in front of her blue eyes. The breeze died down and she finally succeeded.
The woman was now sitting up, her sandy blonde hair hid most of her body form Coral’s view. She looked up and blue eyes met blue eyes, one set showing curiosity, the other fear. She tried to stand, and fell. Coral was reminded of a new born filly as she watched the woman again try to stand and again fall.
Words she had heard in her dream like state now flooded her conscious mind. The events of the past fifty years seemed as real to her as the cold stone under her warming body. Again she tried to stand. Coral stepped forward to help her but slowly so as not to frighten her.
Coral held out her hand and waited while the woman decided if she should trust her. A faint coating of dust covered her skin form the stone of the gargoyle.
“Please let me help you.” Coral stated, and she was rewarded by the woman placing her fragile hand in Coral’s. She pulled the light woman up and wrapped her in her coat, then buttoned it. The woman followed Coral’s lead and leaned on her as they walked down the fire escape stairs and to Coral’s car.
Once she had the young woman in the car, Coral walked to the driver’s side. For a moment she tried to take in what had just happened but was unable to fully comprehend it. A woman, a gargoyle. She opened the driver’s door and climbed into the car. The woman was looking around her in a state of shock.
“My name is Coral, what is yours?” Coral stated as she watched with a half smile the childlike glee on the woman’s face. She was in her mid twenties by the look of her face and body, but there was just no telling for sure how old she was. She could have been inside that stone for a hundred years, the building was at least that old.
“Katherine, but I was always called Kathe by my friends.”
“Well Kathe, welcome to the 1990’s.” The women shared a smile as the car started with a faint purr like all good, expensive sports cars do. Coral headed out of the parking lot and for her home. She didn’t know just what she would do once they got there, except first was to bath and dress Kathe.
* * *
Once at her penthouse apartment, Coral ushered Kathe into the master bathroom and began to draw a nice warm bubble bath for her while she took off Coral long raincoat. The doorman had looked at Coral and Kathe funny, but he was paid to keep his thoughts and his observations to himself. The tub was halfway full when Coral turned the taps off and helped Kathe to step into it. Gently she began to wash the layers of dust off of Kathe, noticing as she did so, the healthy glow tot he skin underneath. Gently she soaped the woman skin and rinsed it, trying not to notice the lines of her body, the gently curved hips, the full breasts. Kathe’s nipples hardened as Coral ran the washcloth over them and Coral’s mouth ached to taste them.
Kathe watched the woman bathing her, knew what she was thinking. Already she could feel the curse rising inside of her. Every fifty years she was freed of the gargoyle shell for one night then at dawn she again turned into a stone gargoyle. Her lips parted, and her tongue licked them. Coral dropped the cloth as she watched the sensuous motion of Kathe’s tongue. They leaned towards each other and their lips touched lightly in a kiss. Then again and again, each kiss growing deeper and more intense.
Coral unbutton her shirt and slid it off with the help of Kathe’s soap covered hands. Next came her bra and pants, then finally her panties. Naked, she stepped into the tub with Kathe and lay against her. Water splashed over the sides as the ladies in the tub sought to please each other. Their lips and hands caressed and teased, as their breathing quickened and their pulses raced. Together they orgasmed.
Minutes or maybe hours later, when Coral felt her skin begin to wrinkle, she climbed out of the tub and helped Kathe out. On shaky legs they toweled off and then left the bathroom. They curled up on Coral’s bed and talked, Kathe telling Coral her sad story.
* * *
Hours later as the sun began to reclaim its place in the sky from the moon, stone again formed around Kathe, but in fifty years when the shell cracked open, someone would get a surprise, for now there would be two ladies, locked together in an embrace, where now there was just one large stone gargoyle.
