Bash him away

You take your eyes off Kathy for a second and brace to shove Matt away once more. With one eye on him, you slip your fingers under her waistband. You can feel her stubbly shaven hairs as you make your way down. She bucks gently against your palm. You don't know if you've ever seen her this turned on.

You tentatively release her wrists but she doesn't try to escape. She's lost in arousal. You've never seen her like this. Her hands slide down the wall aimlessly, weakly scrabbling for something to grip onto.

Matt starts moving closer. You try to push him away with your free hand but your hand meets no resistance. It passes straight through him. You look at your hand to try to calibrate your brain to what happened.

He walks straight through you and takes her nearest hand. He feels like a cold mist around and through you.

"Kath? What's going on?"

"D-d-d-don't know." She keeps bucking her hips against your hand. She doesn't even manage eye contact with him.

Yet to even touch her most sensitive area, you're guided by the powerful warmth like a moth to a flame. This sense is new to you but you have an intuition for it. Your fingers round the curve of her mons and slide under her.

He pulls her hand, trying to pull her from the wall, but she resists and grinds onto your hand. She moans in equal part confusion and pleasure.

He pulls again, harder, until she stumbles forward from the wall.

You try, with your free hand, to catch her hand to pull her back but, again, your hand phases right through her as if she were a ghost. The resistance at your other hand disappears, no longer pressing against her. Without support, you fall forward and try to catch yourself against the wall but again you can't find purchase on anything physical. You keep falling forward. Before you know it, you've somehow fallen through the wall into your bedroom, onto the cold, dusty carpet.

"Come on." Matt tugs Kathy away from where she stood, out of the apartment, grabbing the sweater. You watch through the doorway as she comes to and follows him out, staggering on weak legs.

"Kathy..." You try to yell after her but there's no energy left in you. There's not enough air to make a sound. You can't even bring yourself to stand. You barely have energy to question what happened as the exhaustion envelops you and you slump to the floor. You close your eyes.