Mizar was Karma’s favorite star.  Zeta Ursa Majoris is actually a multiple star system, but I never knew that until after she was gone.  To her, the crook in the handle of The Big Dipper was simply... Mizar.   The last time we lay on the roof of the barn like this, Karma had tried to get me to see Alcor as well, a nearby star in the same cluster with Mizar that helped to make it the brightest point on the Dipper. 

I couldn’t see it, even though I think I told her that I did. We spoke of bringing a telescope at some point, but that wasn’t our purpose for coming up here.  It never was.

Tonight I lay on the roof beneath the Dipper as we did on many occasions. Karma is thousands of miles away this evening. Tonight I am alone.    

On our last night together here, the cool night breeze across her bare skin made her tingle with desire. Our voices would resonate beneath our special, starry ceiling as we invented stories of other couples throughout history who also bathed in the twinkling splendor of the Dipper... just as we did. 

One night we spun a story about a Native American couple.  We decided that they would be members of the Seminole tribe.  The Seminole woman reached out to the Goddess Mother of Dubhe to bless the child she could now feel stirring within her belly.  I had lain my head against Karma's trim abdomen as if to feel a stirring sympathetic to our story.  Dubhe was the bright star at the end farthest from the Dipper’s handle.  The Seminole warrior, of course, asked his patron Breathmaker to give him a son, and to teach him to fish and to dig wells.

I remember being in awe because Karma was cumming as she added the warrior’s plea to our story.  Articulated amidst halting gasps.  It was as if I was sharing her with the mighty Seminole hunter that night… and that was all right with me.  I was leaning over her with three fingers deeply within her and held steady, allowing her to find her pleasure preferences.  As she came, I could see the stars reflected in her eyes.  Only later would it occur to me that she hadn’t closed her eyes as the orgasm locked her body down tightly around my hand.   

On another clear and starry night, we envisioned a family of runaway slaves.  They lay on their backs as we did, and watched the Dipper with thoughts of freedom for the first time since they had been captured and long before the hated cotton fields.  They reached for each other with gratitude as two of their children slept beside them. Together they dreamed of finding the oldest girl who had been taken from them two years earlier.  

The Evangelists who had come to "the Mister’s field," had sought to save their souls with tales of Christianity.  The African had listened, secure in the knowledge that the forces of nature and magical spirits he understood so well could make room within him if necessary.   Anything that would help him protect his family here.   His woman had further assured him that the stars that had blessed their union in Mother Africa were the same ones shining down upon them now. His woman knew such things and he was content. 

We had been brought to tears with the idea that this woman, wife, and mother who remained cherished by her man, had likely been forced to lay beneath the owner of the land, or beneath one of his older sons. Then Karma made love to me... fiercely, and urgently. As I'd caressed her cheek and played with her mouth, she'd bitten my thumb enough to hurt. Afterward, I had kissed her knees, bruised on the surface of the roof where she had ridden me until she called out into the night.  Her features were lost in shadow, with the Dipper as a glorious and memorable backdrop.  Her newly falling tears were completely hidden from my sight.

In reliving that night, my own erection is now fully engorged.  I open my trousers to uncurl into the crisp night air.  With only my memories for company, I grip myself as Karma would, establishing a renewed image of her.   At any other time I would close my eyes, but tonight I lay beneath Alkaid, and Phecda and Merak.   Tonight, the Dipper loves me as it loved us both that night.  

Tonight, I will arch for the Dipper and cum with my eyes wide open.