Message-ID: <33054asstr$1003867802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: Desdmona22@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 11:07:25 EDT Subject: {ASSM} The Kiss: A Ghost Story (1/2) MF Caution Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 16:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates The following story is a ghost story, and as such, it contains some graphic scenes that may disturb squeamish readers. It also contains scenes depicting sex between adults. If you're not supposed to read this stuff, don't. Copyright (c) 1999 by Desdmona & Poison Ivan. ********************************************************************* The Kiss: A Ghost Story (Part 1) By Desdmona & Poison Ivan "Caroline," the voice whispered. Caroline opened her eyes and blinked. "Yes?" "Caroline." She sat up in bed, but she couldn't see a thing. Her room was as dark as a tomb. Ever since she moved to the country, the nights were incredibly dark. The covers fell away, exposing her breasts to the damp, cool air. "Who's there?" she said. She sat and listened. But there was nothing. Not a sound. Semen oozed inside her. She shivered, pressed her legs together, and settled back down under the covers. She reached out and fumbled around for him. She found his solid body, sleeping on his side, facing away from her. A nice, naked man. What was his name again? Roger. She couldn't remember his last name. Roger Something. "What did you say, Roger?" she whispered. But Roger didn't move. He breathed slowly and evenly. Was the voice a dream? Caroline curled back into the cozy cocoon of her bed. She put her hands on his back. Roger had a nice, muscular back. His body was warm and firm. She slid a hand down to his naked butt. Did Roger talk in his sleep? Maybe she'd just had too much to drink again. Caroline laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. * * * She woke to the sound of feet thudding on the floor. Caroline's head ached, but she'd felt worse. She forced her eyes open. Roger was walking around, one of her new teal towels wrapped around his waist. His hair was wet. She smiled and watched him from the warmth of her bed. He wandered around, bending down like a giant construction crane, picking up his clothes: white socks, a plain green T-shirt, a pair of faded button-fly jeans. Roger Something didn't wear underwear, she remembered. Last night, she had unbuttoned his fly to find his hard penis right there. He stopped and smiled at her. Roger Something had a nice smile. All those white teeth. Such a nice mouth. She tried to remember kissing him last night, but she couldn't seem to remember. Had they not kissed? He was definitely better-looking than most. And he had a nice body, too. She liked his chest. Those cute little male nipples. The sharp br-r-r-ing! of the phone made her jump. Caroline groaned, gave Roger Something what she hoped was a longing look, and picked up the receiver. "It's your mother," the voice on the other end said. "Hi, Mom," Caroline sighed. She checked the clock. "What are you doing up so early?" "I'm taking your father to the airport in a few minutes. I told you, he's going to Las Vegas for the week." "Sorry, I forgot." "Did you go out again last night?" her mother asked. "Yes." "So I take it you're not alone?" Her mother had been a lot easier to talk to when she was clueless. Too bad she had developed an uncanny ability to detect when Caroline had a man with her. "It's OK, Mom, I'm alone," she lied. "Really?" "What did you want to talk about, Mom?" There was a pause. "I wish you wouldn't run around so much," her mother said. "We can only have one person in the family with _that_ reputation, huh Mom?" "I suppose you mean your father? This is a business trip." "Yeah, I know. They all are." Caroline sighed and pressed her palm against her forehead. Her headache seemed worse. "I'm sorry, Mom. It's been a long week." "I don't know why you insist on assuming the worst about your father." "I don't want to talk about this again, Mom. Let's forget it." "It wouldn't hurt for you to give him the benefit of the doubt sometimes." Just then, Roger's towel dropped to the floor, and he was naked. Caroline lurched, felt a sudden clutch in her chest. She hadn't seen him like this last night. All that bare, male skin. And his penis. Like a baby bird in a nest of black hair. Circumcised. How long was it? She was never much good at estimating size. Soft like that, it was maybe three inches long. Or four. Or two. Who could tell? She had tried to measure a man's penis once, but when she brought the ruler into bed, they had a small disagreement over how to measure it. She threw the ruler across the room before he had a chance to get too angry about it. She tried to remember what happened after that. Was he the man who lost his erection before they had a chance to have sex? Caroline thought maybe he was. But that was a while ago; she could be mis-remembering. Roger looked at her and grinned. Caroline smiled and felt the warmth building. She would dearly love to eat him up. She put her fingers between her legs and gave her pussy a playful pat. "Are you sure you're alone?" her mother said. Caroline ran a finger between her outer lips. She was all moist and slippery inside. "I'm sorry Mom. You were right. Somebody's here." Roger pulled his pants up. She grinned as he tucked his penis down inside his pants and buttoned himself up. It would be nice to unbutton him again. Like unwrapping a present. She licked her lips and slid her finger alongside her clitoris. He slipped his T-shirt on, pulling it down over his chest. Caroline bit her bottom lip and hummed as he tucked his shirt into his pants. He gave her a big, wonderful smile. "You were great," he whispered. "See ya." He turned and opened the bedroom door. She covered the mouthpiece with her hand. "Hey! Call me?" "Sure, babe," he said. And he was gone. Wait a minute. Had she given him her number? No, Caroline didn't think she had. And she didn't even know his last name! "Mom, I gotta go," and she threw down the phone before her mother could answer. She grabbed his damp towel off the floor and held it to her naked breasts and dashed downstairs. He was already out the door. She ran to the window. His old white pick-up truck was just backing down the driveway. Caroline sighed. Well, at least Roger Something knew where she lived. Maybe he would stop by some day. Or maybe they would bump into each other in town. Yeah, right. Her head hurt, she was naked, and she was cold. She turned around and trudged back upstairs. The phone lay off the hook, beeping on the floor. She supposed she was going to have to call her mother back and apologize. A great start to yet another fucking weekend. * * * Caroline paid the cover charge and stepped through the door. It was dark inside, the music hammered heavily, and the air was warm and humid and smelled of smoke. The crowd of bodies bounced on the small dance floor. She snaked through the people to the bar and ordered a tequila. She wiggled up on a barstool and scanned the room. There were more men than women and a definite prowling atmosphere. Caroline felt warm and comfortable - it was her kind of place. She watched a man approach a woman and ask her to dance, but the woman shook her head. The guy looked like a wet puppy as he retreated to his own table. She continued to look around and spotted a man walking her way. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair, a firm jaw. He wore a subtle smile. He was dressed nicely, in a sport coat, slacks, and black shoes. As he got closer to the bar, she caught his eye and smiled at him. Caroline sat up straight on her stool. He leaned against the bar and ordered a beer. "Having a good time?" Caroline asked with as suggestive a tone as she could muster. "Yes," he smiled, "I am." He turned and looked at her, and Caroline fell instantly in love with those deep blue eyes. "Who knows?" she said. "Maybe this is your lucky day." His grin wavered a little bit, but she had his full attention now. This one was a catch, a real catch. "What do you think?" Caroline said. "Do you want to go some place quiet?" The man squinted at her. "Just like that?" Caroline reached out and touched his hand and looked him right in the eye. "We could have some real fun." The man sat back a little and Caroline felt a prickle in the back of her neck. There was something about his expression that made her face feel hot. "Yes, I'm sure we could have some fun, if I understand what you're suggesting. But I don't think I'm looking for a one night stand." Caroline was stunned. She had never been shot down before. At least never so abruptly. "What?" "I'm sure you're a very nice girl, but I'm just here to have a little fun and meet some new people. But don't worry. Someone will jump at that offer real soon. It just ain't going to be me." "Not pretty enough to fuck, huh?" She could hear her own voice raising up, turning shrill. "I'm sorry," he said, and he stood up to leave. "Wait!" He stopped and turned back towards her, his expression impatient. Caroline didn't know what to say. She'd never had to work to get laid. What should she say? "I give great head," she said. His face hardened into a stiff mask. "I'll take your word for that," he said, shaking his head. "Maybe I'll see you later." And he was gone. Caroline's face burned. She fought back a sudden urge to sob. She couldn't believe she had made such a fool of herself. She looked around to see if anyone was watching. There were a few people looking her way. Had they seen her get rejected? Who looked like a wet puppy now? I give great head? Oh brother, Caroline, that was rich. She grabbed her purse and shot off to the ladies room. Thankfully it wasn't crowded. She stood in front of a sink and checked her hair and makeup. Every strand was still in place and not a bit of shine had risen up on her face. She pretended to touch up her lipstick and tried to regain her composure. What was wrong with that guy? Maybe he was gay or something. No, of course he wasn't gay. And she looked fine. So what was the problem? Why didn't he want to go home with her? Caroline sighed and snapped her purse shut. She practiced her most dazzling smile in the mirror and caught another woman looking at her. Caroline smirked like an adversary before the big hunt. The woman smirked back. It really was just a game, Caroline thought. A game she was good at. Caroline took a deep breath, turned confidently on her heel, and strode back into the club. Even before she got back to the bar, another man spotted her. They made eye contact like hunter and prey and watched each other as their courses collided in front of the bar. She smiled at him, and he smiled nervously back. This guy was more like it. Easy pickings. They squeezed together between the bodies at the bar. Caroline said, "Hi," making sure he wouldn't chicken out before they got together. "Hi," he said. "Um, do you want to dance?" Caroline looked carefully at the guy. A little on the short side, but he seemed OK. Hair a bit of a mess. And dressed maybe a little too casually for this crowd. "What's your name?" she asked. "Peter." She held out her hand and they shook. "I'm Caroline." "Hi." "Hi." They nodded at one another while the music blared. "Well," Peter said. Caroline sighed. A real conversationalist Peter was. "Look," she said, leaning forward, "why don't we get out of here. Do you have a car? You can follow me back to my place." Peter did a double take. A real, honest to goodness double take. Caroline almost laughed. "Really?" Peter said. And then Caroline couldn't help it. She laughed. She supposed in an odd way, he was sort of cute. "Yes, really." She reached out and took his hand. "Come on." She had definitely screwed worse. They strolled arm-in-arm out of the bar. They drove to Caroline's house in the country. She had not lived there long. The house had recently come back up on the market and the realtor had reluctantly shown her the place at Caroline's insistence. The previous owner, a single man, had mysteriously disappeared, so many people were put off by the history of the house. But Caroline was immediately drawn to the old building. It sat way off the road with old trees scattered in front of it, like wooden soldiers guarding a fortress. She led Peter through the downstairs rooms and up to the bedroom. He was very kind, commenting on how nice the house looked and her good taste in furnishings. "I've always liked the country," he said. "I'd like to move out here some time myself." His chatter seemed to be a little out of nervousness. Obviously he hadn't had many of these kinds of encounters. Perhaps she had lucked out with this Peter fellow. He was a lot nicer than most of them. They quickly stripped and tumbled onto the thick mattress. His penis jutted up, hard and dancing. She grinned and gathered him up in her hands. Peter sure looked a lot more masculine with his pants off! She bent his hard-on this way and that, pointing it upwards. "Do you want a kiss?" she grinned at him and stuck her tongue out, teasing the tip of his penis. "Oh, man, Caroline!" he gasped. She loved tending to a man like this, having his cock in her hands, in her mouth. She gathered up a little spit and enveloped him with her mouth, drawing her lips up slowly. That first guy in the bar didn't know what he was missing! "Oh, jeez!" he said, and his fingers played in the hair near her temples. Caroline warmed at his touch and from the reaction of his penis. She fondled his balls and licked and sucked his shaft. She dropped down until his cock pressed against the back of her throat and his pubic hair tickled her lips. "Oh God, Caroline," he moaned. She took her mouth off and pumped his cock in her fist. She stared at his face, and he grimaced and panted out of control. She stroked him and crawled around until she could whisper in his ear. "Cum in my mouth," she said. She jerked his cock up and down in her tight fist. He gasped repeatedly for air, and she moved back down and sucked his rod deeply between her lips. His hard head pressed against the roof of her mouth, she slurped and gulped and sucked hard, her tongue working. He swelled intensely as his entire body went rigid. "Fuck!" he yelled, "Fuck!" And then he let loose. Caroline glowed with accomplishment. She relaxed just a little, sucked a little more, and felt the hot spurts against her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. The force diminished, and she let his cum dribble out of her mouth, coating his satiated prick with its own lotion. All red and spent, it drooped in her hand. She covered his cock with her hand, loving the feel of it returning to its flaccid state, soft and gooey. She nuzzled his bellybutton, licked upward and nibbled his nipple, and snuggled up close. He still breathed hard, and sweat trickled on his brow. He was adorable. What a lucky find! "I love you," Caroline said. And she instantly regretted it. Where had that come from? What was she saying? Peter's brow furrowed. "Huh?" he said. Caroline felt her heart drop. Why had she said that? She didn't love this guy, she barely even knew him. And _he_ sure as hell didn't love _her_. "I'm sorry. Never mind," Caroline said. "Are you all right?" he asked. "You look funny." "I'm fine." She sat up and shook her hair out. He had the sheets all twisted around in his legs. "I think it would be better if you went home now." He opened his mouth as if to protest, but he snapped it shut. "OK, whatever you want." He turned on the light and slipped out of bed. Caroline knew she was screwing something up. Peter wasn't a bad guy - she should probably make an effort to see him again. But she didn't care. She didn't love him. He didn't love her. Meaningless sex was all they had in common. A low, barely audible voice from nowhere penetrated the night: "_Caroline_." "What?" Peter turned and looked at her. Where had it come from? It was a male voice, deep and resonant. Was it a tricky echo? "What did you say?" Caroline said. "I didn't say anything," Peter said. The eerie voice repeated, this time a little louder. "Caroline." "What is that?" Peter said. His eyes darted around the room. "Did you hear it too?" Caroline said. Peter nodded. "I've been hearing it sometimes lately," Caroline said. "At night." "Yeah?" "It sounds like voices." "It sounds like it's saying your name," Peter said. "I know." "What is it?" "I don't know." "Is it the wind or something?" "I don't know." "Weird." "Yeah," she said, "it's pretty weird." They sat and looked around, but the room was quiet. "Well, I suppose I should go," Peter said. "Unless you want me to stay." Caroline smiled. "No, it's late. You can go." "I had fun. I'm sorry if I made you mad." "You didn't make me mad." "Good." He smiled weakly. "Are you sure you're all right here?" "Yes, I'm fine," Caroline said. "OK. Maybe I'll see you around." "Yeah, maybe." "Bye." And he closed the door behind him. Caroline sighed. Nice guy. A little too nice probably. She knew she wouldn't see him again. But he had heard the sounds too! She wasn't dreaming after all! She strode into the bathroom and splashed her face. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her mouth was swollen from wrapping it around his penis. She dabbed her face with a hand towel. It was soft against her lips and she rubbed it back and forth. She realized he hadn't kissed her. * * * She stopped off at Ria's house on the way home. Ria complained because her husband was working the graveyard shift, and their sex life had ground to a stop. Caroline gave her friend the quick rundown of her latest conquests. "Why do you do it?" Ria asked, shaking her head as she did almost every time. "I like them," Caroline said. She stifled a sigh. They had had this conversation often enough. "I can't help it if I like men." "You should be more careful. Thank God you use condoms." Well, in fact, Caroline hadn't insisted on condoms for more than a year, but she couldn't tell Ria that. She found that she liked the feel of their semen inside her. And she _hated_ disposing of condoms afterwards. She also noticed that ever since she stopped using condoms, the men stayed longer. They even stayed the night sometimes. Not always, but usually. At least half the time. "I've been hearing these weird noises," Caroline said. "At night, up in the bedroom." "What kind of noises?" "It sounds like voices, sort of, well a voice anyway. The guy last night, Peter, he heard it too." "Voices? What do they say?" "It sounds like my name." Ria laughed. "Have you moved into a haunted house, Caroline?" "I'm not sure. Maybe." "Don't be ridiculous," Ria scoffed. "It's probably the wind or something out there in that big old house." Caroline laughed too, but she was a little put off by Ria. Sure, it may sound weird, but she still wanted to talk about it. Even if it did seem weird. _Especially_ since it seemed weird. "Caroline?" Ria interrupted her thoughts. "Oh, I'm sorry, what did you say?" "I asked if you had talked to your mother recently?" Caroline squirmed in her seat a little. Months ago, Ria had seen Caroline's father with his _very_ young secretary. He had told her mother he was working late. Caroline knew it was just one more in a long line of affairs. And since then, Ria never failed to ask after Caroline's mother. "Yeah, she called again the other morning." She allowed Ria to change the subject. But what about that voice? Had she really just imagined it? Could it really have been the wind? Had she and Peter both imagined the voice? <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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