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The House on Moore Street

By: BilyumQ



Acknowledgement: I'd like to express my gratitude to Snooper for taking the time to critique the original draft of this story. I want to thank this editor for their advice and guidance, both that which I took, and that I didn't.

Chapter 1

Matthew Moore completed the house around midyear 1870. He had begun construction of the home he was building for his future wife, Clara DeRose, nearly four years earlier when he sectioned off a two acre site on the east side of his farm. Wanting the home to be something special, Matthew took his time and except for the frame raising, all the work, including all the finely detailed woodwork, molding, and cabinetry used throughout the house was built and finished with his own hands. Matthew also made many of the fine pieces of furniture that filled the new house. Doing so much of the work on his own explained not only the amount of time it took to build the house, but also reflected the love and care he put into it. When finished the home would be the finest in the area, and would include some of the most recent new fangled developments such as indoor plumbing with running water, fed by a wind driven well pump. The house also held finely appointed bathrooms, which meant they had tubs, basins, and thanks to the invention of the septic system by a Frenchman a decade earlier, inside toilets. Matthew went to such extremes not because of pride or conceit, but because he wanted his efforts to reflect his respect, love, and devotion to Clara. Luckily, he had the time and the wherewithal for this project since his was one of the largest and most profitable farms in the fledgling community of Palm Grove, Florida.

In Matthew's mind, the home needed to be a big, fine house for several reasons, not the least of which was he wanted Clara to have only the best. Matthew also had a dream of seeing the city develop into something more than the farming community it was. His opportunity to realize that dream came when town planners asked local land owners to sell off parcels of land so the city could expand, helping to make it a southern attraction for those rich northerners who came to sunny Florida each year to escape their harsh winters. Matthew Moore decided he would sell, on condition, a considerable section of his farm adjacent to the site of his new home. The conditions he set were the city street that fronted his property would be residential in nature, had to be named Moore Street, and this section of town would be the most exclusive area set aside for those rich Yankees to build their fine new homes upon. To make sure certain building standards were met, the house he was putting up for Clara and he would set the tone for this section of town, one sure to set off a 'one better' competition among the new residents as each new house was built.

Another reason Matthew needed a big house was Clara's cousin, Margaret, would also be living with them. Margaret was a few years younger than Clara but the two women were very close. When he and Clara first started courting, he thought when they stepped out Margaret accompanied them as a chaperone, as was common for the time, but came to quickly recognize his lady friend and her cousin were an inseparable pair. Later when he asked for her hand in marriage, before she accepted, Clara made it unmistakably clear to him Margaret would also be living with them. Matthew had been seeing Clara for nearly a year and half before proposing and was not at all surprised by Clara's demand. Fortunately, throughout the courtship, they had such fun together as a threesome Matthew came to look forward to his visits with the two women, and thought the three of them living together was not an unreasonable request.

Ten days after he finished the house Clara and Matthew were married and, along with Margaret, moved into their new home. As was the custom Matthew carried Clara over the threshold, but was taken aback when she insisted he do the same with Margaret. Bewildered he nonetheless complied, not wanting to upset his new wife on her big day. 

In short order, because of the Moore's philanthropy, they became important social and political leaders in the small but growing community, and as the town grew so did their influence and standing. In not so many years, just as Matthew had foreseen, having a home on Moore Street in Palm Grove was akin to having a Park Avenue address in New York City. 

The trio led a long, healthy, loving, and prosperous life, living happily for sixty years in the house Matthew built. During all that time Margaret never dated much less married, but given the familiarity and intense devotion the three of them shared, neither did she miss having a man of her own. Some of the town folk thought it a shame a fine looking woman such as Margaret lived her life as a spinster, her whole life revolving around that of her cousin and husband. What they never realized though was how much a part of Clara and Matthew's life Margaret really was. 

From time to time for five, six months at a stretch during the first seven of the sixty years they lived together, Margaret would not participate in the many social gatherings held at the Moore house, nor be seen outside the house. During Margaret's absences, Clara would appear to be pregnant and half the time she really was. 

Some gossips mistakenly thought the reason the younger woman disappeared during Clara's pregnancies was that she was heartbroken at the thought of never having a child of her own. Other folks said Margaret disappeared because she was a recluse, the less kind said it was because she was a mad woman. Had the truth been known, there would have been a real scandal for the nosy parkers to chatter about. Given the moral standards of the era, during the times of her disappearances Margaret was protecting her cousins and husband's, as well as her own reputation. In that day and age reputation, image, and stature were everything. Yet, in spite of that, Margaret felt no shame and had no regret, then or ever at how she chose to live her life.

Six children were born in the home, four boys, and two girls. The boys went away to college and the girls to finishing school. All of the children married and raised fine families of their own and remained living in the area. Although none of the children had the political influence their parents and aunt had enjoyed, they nonetheless led successful and fulfilled lives.

During one summer late in life, Clara gathered at the home on Moore Street her granddaughters and nieces so she could talk with them one by one. Although she never mentioned anything about it to her husband or cousin, a few weeks before the 'gathering' she'd been visited by a presence, one she couldn't explain or define, but neither did she fear it. To Clara, the presence was almost like a living being, not at all like a ghost or some other sort of unpleasant apparition, but something, someone she felt comfortable having around her. 

Without Clara being conscious of it, it had been the Presence who had compelled her to call her granddaughters and nieces together. At first, Clara wasn't sure why she needed to talk with them, and why only the females, but that is what she did. The conversations she had with each of the girls, who ranged in age from seven to nineteen was not specific, but just about this and that. As they spoke, Clara studied each young lady, looked into her eyes, listened to how she spoke, and took in her mannerisms. Only one of the girls struck a note in Clara and that was her thirteen-year-old granddaughter Mamie. There was something about the way the girl talked and carried herself, something Clara had seen in Mamie's eyes that made her understand instantly and with incontrovertible clarity why she'd had these conversations. 

Within a heartbeat or two of selecting Mamie the Presence said, seemingly inside Clara's head, "You have chosen well Clara. Mamie is the one who will follow." After that day, Clara never again heard or felt the Presence even though it would always be by her side.

The next day Clara told Matthew what she wanted when she died, and he never questioned her as to why. Somehow, tacitly he understood. 

After that whenever they were together, Clara asked Mamie to sit or walk with her and they talked for hours on end. Clara taught Mamie about the house her grandfather had built, about the family, their history, the part they played in the city's development and about love and relationships. The one thing she never mentioned though, fearful Mamie would think her insane, was anything about the Presence that had visited her that summer. 

Two and a half years later Margaret died, followed four months after by Clara. Matthew was heartbroken, some said devastated by each woman's passing. He received sympathy and well wishes from the town folk, but nothing could make him forget the two women with which he'd spent his life. After they were gone, Matthew felt lost, empty, and had no zest left for living, becoming almost a hermit in his own home. If it weren't for his children and grandchildren, especially Mamie, Matthew would have become a total shut-in never seeing anyone. 

Never quite the same after they died, Matthew outlived both women by half a decade. Then, according to Clara's wishes, he left the property he'd so lovingly built, maintained, and shared with his two loves to his granddaughter Mamie. 

Chapter 2

Unusually for the time, Mamie lived alone in the house for a couple of years before her sister Mary moved in with her. A little more than a year later, after making it perfectly clear they would live in the house her grandfather built, and that Mary would continue to live with them too, Mamie married Harvey Barr. 

Mary was a beautiful woman with tremendous grace and poise. Many of the locals thought it a tragedy she never married. It wasn't that she didn't have suitors, she had many, but Mary was satisfied with the life she was leading with her sister and husband.

Harvey was an executive on the regional railroad. Despite the economic depression the country was in the midst of, Harvey's income, along with the Moore girls' trust funds and some other investments, afforded the three of them a very nice lifestyle. The trio also enjoyed a robust social life with a wide circle of friends and acquaintances. What's more, thanks to their grandmother Clara and great Aunt Margaret's efforts, Mamie and Mary maintained in the community the standing of social mavens. In the steadily growing community, by example, and with no conscious effort, they set the standards of style and décor, the goal to which many other residents of Palm Grove aspired. Even though they felt somewhat duty bound to continue, Mamie and Mary also honestly wanted to keep up the civic, social, and charitable responsibilities their predecessors had been involved with so dedicatedly. Moreover, not unlike during the Moores' time, an invitation to a party at the Barrs' meant you'd reached the very pinnacle of high society, and such an invitation was very much sought after. 

Six more children were born in the home, three boys, and three girls. All went to college, each coming back to Palm Grove after to settle down. The boys went on to have successful careers, two starting new businesses in town and one taking over running the family farm, much of which had been sold off over the years as the town grew. The girls all married local men, men who in their own right were successful. While comfortable financially, none of the children were as well to do as their parents or grandparents had been, nor did they have the political influence the family once enjoyed. 

One more thing they had in abundance was a large, happy, and close-knit family, with one exception. Mamie and Mary had an older sister, Mabel, who refused to have any kind of relationship with her siblings. Ever since Mary moved into the house on Moore Street, Mabel, very aware of what was going on in that house, had had issues with the life her two younger sisters were living. The estrangement from their older sister, because they had always been so close, had been very hard and emotionally draining on the pair. To their credit, even though Mabel turned her back and a deaf ear on them, her sisters never stopped their efforts to reconcile with her. 

For forty-seven years Mamie, Mary, and Harvey lived together and were very happy. Sadly that all came to a tragic and sudden end one rainy afternoon when on a drive back from Tallahassee, Harvey and Mary died together in a car accident, run off the road by a truck driver during a terrible rainstorm. Heartbroken, Mamie lived alone in the house for the next twenty years.

It wouldn't be until after Mary died that Mabel would come around. Unfortunately, it had taken a tragedy for her to realize how much she had missed by shutting her siblings out of her life. Mabel's attitude turned completely around and she embraced Mamie, at first because of their shared grief, then with the regret of what the estrangement had cost in terms of her relationship with her sisters and finally, regardless of the actions she had so hard-heartedly taken, with the love she'd never truly forsaken for them. For the rest of her life Mabel spent as much time as she could with Mamie trying to make up for the precious time she'd lost.

About ten years before she passed away, Mamie was visited by the same presence that had called on Clara so many years earlier. As it had done with Clara, the Presence compelled Mamie to gather all her young female relations to her home and speak with them. Just as Clara hadn't, Mamie didn't at first quite understand why she was doing this, but once her choice was made everything became instantly crystal clear. After spending time with each girl, Mamie selected her great niece Susan, the daughter of Mabel's youngest daughter Linda, as the one who would get the house on Moore Street when she was gone. 

Just as it had when Clara chose Mamie, the Presence confirmed the selection saying, "You have chosen well Mamie. Susan is the one who will follow." Never again would Mamie feel the warm, comfortable, and soothing presence of her visitor, even though the Presence would always be with her. 

The next day Mamie went to her lawyer and amended her will to reflect the decision she'd made. Now she had to teach Susan the things her grandmother had taught her, and more too. She simply HAD to impart upon Susan the sum total of her life experience. Even though Susan and Mamie spent a lot of time together before the 'selection', they would spend a great deal more time together afterwards. 

Susan simply adored the old lady. Ever since she could remember, Susan knew she loved the old woman dearly, missed her terribly when they were apart, and felt they'd always had some sort of special...connection. Their closeness only grew as they spent even more time together after 'the conversation' that summer. She cherished any time they spent together and realized early on there was a lot she could learn from her great aunt, if she just took the time to listen, which she did intently. During their many talks, Mamie educated Susan about the family, the house, how it came to be built, the Moore's place in local history, and about love and relationships. Mamie, like Clara never made mention of the Presence to Susan, afraid of what the girl would think.

Aunt Mamie was more like a grandmother to her then her own grandma was. Grandma Mabel was so different from her great aunt. At least to Susan Grandma Mabel wasn't mean or unkind, but she had such a dour attitude and wasn't what you'd call a very warm person. Family rumor had it that for a very long time Mabel did not see or speak with either of her younger sisters very often, at least not until after her sister Mary died. Susan wasn't sure why there was a rift between them; it was just something that was never talked about. One time during their many talks, Susan asked about it, and for the first time ever got only a vague answer from Aunt Mamie.

Aunt Mamie on the other hand was always cheerful, happy, and upbeat, but there was also a palpable undertone of sadness about her. Several times Susan caught Mamie staring off into the distance lost in thought. Family members said, and Susan agreed Mamie missed Uncle Harvey and her sisters. Susan thought missing them was understandable because Mamie had outlived her husband and younger sister by twenty years, and her older sister by six. Her great aunt shared so many wonderful and happy stories about Uncle Harvey and Aunt Mary, there was no doubt of her love for the two of them. She'd also shared that she regretted her sister Mabel couldn't come to terms with, and accept the lives her younger sisters had chosen until it was too late. When Susan asked what she meant, Aunt Mamie just looked at her, smiled and told her one day she would understand when the time came.

It was a sad day for the family, but especially for Susan when Mamie passed away. Her passing wasn't unexpected, she was after all an old woman, but Susan knew she had lost someone very special. She was soothed in the thought her great aunt hadn't suffered, grateful Mamie went peacefully in her sleep.

A short probate period passed before the will was read to the gathered successors by Mamie's executor, Cornelius T. Peabody. He'd been Mamie's lawyer and friend for nearly fifty years and had a slow, plodding manner of reading that drove the less patient hopeful inheritors crazy. Near the end of the will's reading Peabody got to Susan's bequest, and in spite of having been told by Mamie on numerous occasions, she was genuinely surprised when she found indeed her great aunt had left her the house on Moore Street. 

Meanwhile the Presence patiently waited.

Chapter 3

Just before ten o'clock at night, Susan Richards turned her car into the drive of the house her great-great-grandfather Matthew had built. The old house was hers now, had been for the past two years, and she loved living in such an old and distinctive home. Matthew Moore's dream of so many years before had been fully realized. Since the time the house was built, the neighborhood had always been a nice place to live. At first, it had been an upper class neighborhood catering to the very rich, and even now was made up of middle to upper middle class people. Even though, as everyone knows, there's always that one neighbor who doesn't, most everyone cared about their property and kept things up, making it a very nice and choice place to live still. Best of all, in the past five or six years younger couples had begun buying the old properties and restoring them. With all the children in the neighborhood again, the area was experiencing a rebirth as it were.

Tonight Susan was just too exhausted to think about any of that as she dragged herself out of her car and walked towards the front porch. Susan's exhaustion was understandable because tonight was the twelfth in a row she'd gotten home late, having started each day rolling out of bed at the ungodly hour of four o'clock. 

Susan was a certified lighting engineer and designer who worked with architects, interior designers, builders, and homeowners, helping them get the most out of their lighting systems. Lately she'd been working two projects as lead designer and it was keeping her hopping. There was the new hotel and casino being built at West Palm Grove, and she was designing the lighting for the exterior and the primary access road. The theme of the enterprise was a tropical South Sea paradise, and the owners wanted plenty of neon, lighted fountains, and spotlights on certain architectural highlights. They wanted the boulevard leading up to the property lighted, but didn't want traditional streetlights, so that was a bit of a challenge but nothing she couldn't handle. Overall, the project was pretty straightforward but took a good deal of time and coordination to manage. 


The House on Moore Street



The second project her bosses had given her was a residential construction. As a rule, residential design was challenging but not overly difficult, and was why she'd accepted this assignment along with the hotel and casino job. However, the home owners in this case were particularly demanding, changing their minds often, and she found the project was taking an inordinate amount of her time. Due to the couple's seemingly never-ending uncertainty, over the past two weeks, to help them decide, Susan had taken them to two different lighting stores with which she was associated, and using in-store room mock-ups was able to show them the lighting schemes available. Using a specialized computer simulation, she was able to scan blueprints of the couple's new home, convert them to 3D images, and then illustrate the different lightning sources, and their effects with each paint or wall-covering scheme in which they'd shown interest. Lastly, and why she was late getting home most evenings, Susan was also taking the couple to different homes she'd previously designed so they could get a feel for what was being suggesting for them. 

Passing through the dining room, Susan dropped her purse and briefcase on the table as she trudged through into the kitchen. Pulling a frozen dinner from the freezer, she tossed it into the microwave then wearily climbed the stairs to her bedroom. In the sitting area, Susan plopped down into an overstuffed chair then pushed her high heels off. After wiggling her toes and stretching her tired legs and feet for a moment, she sank back into the comfortable chair, closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath. Her moment of peace and relaxation was disturbed less than a minute later by the chirping of the telephone on the table beside her. Annoyed, Susan picked up the handset, checked caller ID and saw it was her mother. 

The fatigue apparent in her voice Susan answered, "Hello mom."

"Hi sweetie," Linda Richards responded, "Oh, but you sound tired."

"I am."

"My poor baby, you need to get some rest. Where have you been all evening, out running the streets, partying, burning the candle at both ends?"

"No, just working late again. Seems lately, work's all I have time for."

"Sweetie you'll just have to find time to have a little fun, or maybe you could take a day and relax."

"I'll try mom, maybe this weekend."

"I'm sorry about calling so late, but I've been trying to get you on your cell phone or at home all evening. I was getting worried when I couldn't get hold of you."

"Just been busy mom. They have me juggling two projects and it's turning out to be a little too much with the early mornings and late nights. I just got in maybe five minutes ago. Since I didn't hear it ringing, guess my cell phone is either off or the battery's dead," Susan explained, stifling a yawn at the end.

"I'm glad that's all it is baby, but you do need to take care of yourself, not let yourself get so run down. You know how I worry about you being alone in that big old house."

"It's okay mom, everything's just fine here. Besides, Aunt Mamie lived here for seventy years, alone for nearly twenty of them and did okay, and I will too. Stop worrying, I'll be fine." 

For two years, Susan had been living in the home her great Aunt Mamie left her, and yet her mom still worried about her being on her own. Worrying about her only child was only natural, since Susan's mom lived a little more than a two-hour drive away. 

The house put up by her great, great grandfather was built more or less in the Victorian Queen Anne style, complete with gingerbread ornamentation, fish scale shingles, turrets, an oval glass in the front door, and a wide elaborately decorated porch that wrapped around the house. Just as Susan's mom described it, it was a big old house at nearly six thousand square feet with five bedrooms and three baths set on three floors.

Despite its age, the house was in excellent shape, showcase shape in fact. Over the years, Aunt Mamie and her predecessors made sure to keep the property up since they were always very particular about appearances. Besides, to hear Aunt Mamie tell it, it was always her intention to leave the house to her favorite niece anyway and wanted it looking nice for her. 

Susan wasn't sure why her great aunt had picked her, but remembered the summer Aunt Mamie had told the fifteen year old she was leaving the house to her when she died. She recalled earlier that particular summer, Aunt Mamie had talked to her and all her girl relatives one by one, and it had been an unusual conversation to be sure. Unusual not so much because Mamie talked to her, she always did that, but because the conversation had been so, at least in Susan's mind, vague and the subjects diverse. It also wasn't unusual because Mamie looked so intently at her during their talk. She always held your eye when she spoke with you, but Susan had never before seen her aunt study her so closely during a conversation. 

Even though Aunt Mamie had told her the house would be hers, she was nonetheless very surprised at the reading of the will when it was confirmed. Susan felt strongly if Aunt Mamie thought enough of her to leave her such an extravagant gift, then it was incumbent upon her to continue to keep the house and property in good shape. 

Being especially careful to keep the Victorian flavor of the house intact, Susan recently completed a renovation to the entire interior of the home. She modernized the plumbing and electrical, made two bedrooms of the three on the north side of the second floor by combining the spaces, and installed a shared bath between. Throughout the house, every inch of molding and other ornamental woodwork her great grandfather had made with his own hands was carefully removed, then painstakingly cleaned, restored, and replaced in its original location after the plumbers and electricians were done their work. 

Her bedroom on the south side of the second floor was the largest in the house and had its own bath. This suite had first been the Moores', then the Barrs' bedroom. Susan supervised the renovation of this space particularly closely. She had the rooms stripped bare slowly, carefully, board by board, piece by piece. Then, after cleaning and restoration, had them carefully replaced right down to the refurbished cast iron, claw footed tub. She wanted the suite, albeit modernized, just as it was when her great grandfather had built it, and how it had been as each of her predecessors had used it. Doing so gave Susan a sense, not a creepy feeling, but a warm, comfortable one, that everyone including Margaret and Mary were still there somehow. 

The kitchen received a significant upgrade, outfitting it with professional grade equipment and fixtures. Susan wasn't sure why she had gone to the expense of installing such an elaborate kitchen; she hardly ever cooked in there. Yet somehow, inexplicably she felt she just HAD to have such a kitchen. 

Another change Susan made to the inside of the house was adding a three-quarter bathroom downstairs. For whatever reason, her great grandfather had installed bathrooms only on the second and third floors. Although Susan was no snob, upstairs was her private area, so she needed a bathroom downstairs for guests.

The only real changes Susan made outside on the property were in the huge back yard, where a swimming pool with a two-story tall screen enclosure, and an outdoor kitchen were added. 

During the renovation, Susan would lie in bed at night and think about how the job was going, and what would be done the next day. She also reminisced about the talks she and Aunt Mamie had about the home, the people who'd lived here before her, and the history of their family. Also creeping into her thoughts now and then was the talk she'd heard bits and pieces of over the years. Within the family there were all sort of sordid rumors about what went on in the old house dating back to Matthew, Clara, and Margaret, right on up through when Mamie lived here with Mary and Harvey. As a child Susan never thought much of it, really didn't understand most of it anyway. After all, being so young she just caught wisps of conversations when the elders talked about it. As she got older, she heard more details, but never put any stock in what she heard because in the end, it was all just rumors anyway. 

Over the phone Susan's mom was saying, "I know dear, but it's my job to worry about you. You are after all my only child."

Susan smiled to herself. She was twenty-eight and mom still fretted over her as if she were six. However, she loved her mom and tolerated the woman's paranoia. "What was so important you've been looking for me all night?" she asked.

"Oh! That's right, that's why I called. Do you remember your cousin Evelyn Byrne?"

"You mean Evie?" she asked.

"That's right, Evie." 

"Sure I remember Evie. She was a cute kid, but I haven't seen her in years," Susan replied. 

Evie was a little less than nine years younger then Susan and was the daughter of her mom's sister. As a teenager, Susan had babysat the younger girl often. When Evie was eight, she and her parents moved to a new city because of her dad's work, and Susan hadn't seen her since.

Linda was saying, "To cut a long story short, Evie's having a bit of a problem. She was asked to leave school, and Aunt Paula wondered if you could take her in. My sister said she'd pay her daughter's room and board, but would appreciate if Evie could stay with you a while. Paula thinks the world of you, and is impressed with the career you've carved out for yourself. She thinks you can be a positive influence on her daughter. So what do you think?"

"I don't know mom, I'm kind of used to living by myself and don't really know her anymore. Besides I like my privacy."

"It's a big house Suzy, I'm sure you can work it out," her mom implored.

Susan said nothing for several seconds, thinking. Reminding her she still had a meal in the microwave downstairs, her stomach growled.

"Come on Suzy, if you don't want to do this for Aunt Paula, then how about doing it for me."

Susan rolled her eyes. She and her mom had had many discussions about Linda trying to manipulate her. Each time Linda admitted she was wrong and promised she wouldn't do it again, but occasionally tried to anyhow, like now. 

"Mom," Susan said, dragging out the word.

"Please," Linda said, dragging it out equally as far.

"Why was she asked to leave school?" Susan asked after a moment's thought. She wouldn't allow her cousin to stay with her if she'd been kicked out of college for violence, drugs, or anything like that, regardless of how much guilt Linda tried to put on her.

"Well...," Linda hesitated. 

"Mom...," Susan pressed.

"It was sort of a scandal involving Evie and a couple of other people at the school," Linda finally admitted.

Her mother's vague description gave away nothing, but Susan could imagine all sorts of scenarios.

"But it wasn't anything harmful or violent in any way," Linda quickly added.

Susan said nothing for several seconds then asked, "Drugs?"

"No! Heaven's no, it wasn't drugs." A long pause came to their conversation then Linda asked, "How about giving it a try Suzy? If it doesn't work out, or if Evie causes any trouble, I'll tell my sister myself she has to go. Okay?"

Reluctantly Susan agreed but quickly added, "I won't put up with any nonsense. She causes any kind of trouble or problem she goes. That's my call."

"Great! And thank you so much dear. I'll call Aunt Paula and let her know what you've decided."

She and her mother chatted for a few minutes more, and then Susan hung up and went downstairs. While standing at the kitchen counter Susan ate her microwave dinner over the sink.

Standing next to her also leaning against the counter, unseen and unfelt by Susan, was the Presence. The entity smiled and thought, 'Soon we begin again.'

Chapter 4

The next day was Saturday; Susan spent it catching up on her housework, laundry, and shopping. She took Sunday to unwind and do nothing of consequence. Come Sunday evening, as she sat relaxing in her living room, she found she'd really enjoyed her weekend off, free from the stress of the previous two weeks. After a moment's reflection, she frowned, let out a sigh and thought, 'But it's right back into the fire tomorrow.'

Susan had a meeting scheduled with the hotel and casino management group early Monday morning. For the past week, the managers had been scrutinizing the three models she'd built illustrating the different lightning schemes being suggested. She hoped they would make their final selection based on one of them. Susan wasn't too concerned about this project, they'd been receptive to her suggestions all along, and was confident one of the three plans would be acceptable. 

Her bigger concerns were the Coles, her wishy-washy homeowners. They had to figure out what they were going to do by the end of the week, or the cost of the project would go up significantly. The builders would be ready to close in the walls and ceilings within two weeks of Friday, and if the Coles hadn't decided in time for the electricians to do their job, the dry walling would have to be delayed, driving up the cost. Susan had to convince the dithering couple now was the time to decide, while the electricians still had time before the sheet rockers got started. Her meeting with the Coles was set for two o'clock Monday afternoon, but she anticipated nothing but more problems and delay with the indecisive couple.

In the end, Monday turned out better than she thought it would. It was just before six o'clock and Susan was already in her car on the way home. All in all everything had gone quite well and she was pleased. The hotel and casino people had chosen a blend of two of the lighting plans she'd provided, and the Coles had committed to giving her an answer on their needs by Wednesday. When Susan pointed out to them the cost of delaying their decision any longer, the couple admitted they knew they'd been a pain about selecting what they wanted, but would get it done. They'd asked her to come by the construction site around eleven Wednesday morning for the lighting walk-through, so it looked like that was coming together too.

Turning onto Moore Street Susan was looking forward to her evening. For the first time in two weeks she felt relaxed and at ease while on the way home from work. Tonight for the last time, at least for a while now that her schedule looked like it was opening up, she'd have another frozen meal. Tomorrow night, unless something came up, she promised to treat herself to a nice dinner out. She also looked forward to climbing into the huge claw footed tub and just relaxing in a sea of bubbles with a glass of wine.

Getting out of her car in the driveway, Susan was humming happily to herself as she followed the walkway leading to the house. Climbing the five wide steps of the front porch, she was preoccupied with locating her house key, and in spite of the automatic lights that had come on when she'd approached, Susan didn't notice the young lady sitting on the swing, which hung from the ceiling in the front corner of the veranda. As she pushed her key into the lock, she heard the faint creak of the swing and was startled when she turned and saw someone sitting there.

"Hi," a petite dark haired girl said brightly as she stood, "you must be Susan. I'm Evie."

With heart pounding and her breath caught in her chest, recognition nonetheless set in quickly and Susan relaxed, sighing in relief. Smiling at the girl she said, "Wow! That got my blood pumping. I didn't even notice you sitting there when I walked up." They hugged, then keeping their hands on each others arms, Susan said before the two women embraced again, "I didn't expect you so soon, but I'm glad you're here Evie."

The younger woman smiled and replied, "I'm glad to be here too, it's been a long few days of traveling." 

Stepping back Susan said, "Oh, I know what that's like, you must be tired. Let's go inside."

The younger woman picked up a huge backpack from the seat of the swing, and then reached for the handle of a rolling suitcase sitting by the porch railing. 

Reaching out Susan said, "Let me get that," and took the suitcase handle from her cousin.

Going inside Susan led them into the parlor. She wasn't sure whether her cousin was hungry or not, but rather than offering a frozen dinner, Susan decided she'd take Evie to a little Cuban bistro a few minutes drive away instead. "I'll show you upstairs to your room in a bit, but I was wondering if you'd like to go out and get something to eat first?" 

"Oh, I'd love too. I haven't had a thing to eat since breakfast, and that was only a granola bar. With all the rushing around I've been doing I haven't had time to stop and eat," Evie replied.

Leaving her belongings in the parlor, the pair headed back out the front door. As they drove to the restaurant Evie went on about her travel ordeal. Getting a flight on short notice, the plane's departure delay due to maintenance, changing planes, which of course were on different concourses, overcrowding, and so on. When she got to Palm Grove International, Evie thought the airline had lost her luggage, but after about a half hour's delay hers, and about eight or nine other passengers' luggage came through on the carousel.

Once seated at the restaurant, La Placa De Cena Cubano, Susan ordered a glass of wine while Evie, being just shy of twenty-one had to settle for iced tea. Truth was Evie had a very credible looking fake ID she'd gotten from someone in college that showed she was of age, but not wanting her cousin to think poorly of her, she thought better of using it. After ordering their meals, they began to catch up.

"You look nothing like I remember. But I guess of course that's to be expected since you were only about eight then," Susan started.

"Yeah, I suppose it's been a while," the petite brunette replied, "You've changed some too."

"Not so much, just a little bit older. My God I've got to say it Evie...you're absolutely gorgeous." 

"Thank you," the girl responded unabashedly. 

Susan noted when Evie spoke it was with confidence and self-assurance, but with not a trace of arrogance. The girl knew she was attractive, but wasn't conceited about it at all. 

Besides it was the truth, her cousin was attractive. The twenty year old was short, standing maybe five foot one, was very petite with brown eyes, and had the most luxurious brunette hair Susan had ever seen. The girl's mane hung to just below her shoulders and was thick with plenty of body and bounce, and it positively shone even in the flat dull lighting of the bistro. Her tresses were loosely curled and Susan suspected they weren't natural, but still the look worked exceptionally well for Evie. Although the girl's body was very slim, Evie had plenty of curves with a narrow waist, and hips flaring out nicely. Yes, Evie was quite the woman.

That's not to say at twenty-eight Susan couldn't hold her own. She was tall in comparison to the younger woman standing five foot six and was also a brunette, but kept her coif cut short. Thanks to a regular and rigorous workout in the gym on the third floor of her house, she too kept herself in very good shape. 

As they dined, they filled in their respective histories. There was a good deal to talk about; a lot had happened in the twelve years since they'd last seen each other. It was a free flowing and enjoyable conversation, but both, particularly Susan, were careful to avoid the subject of Evie's dismissal from school; it just never came up.

Arriving back at the house after dinner they sat in the parlor and continued their talk. Nearing ten o'clock, Susan locked up, and then helped Evie bring her luggage upstairs to the bedroom she'd be using. The room was huge and well furnished with obviously old, but good quality and sturdy furniture.




The House on Moore Street



"This was Grandma Mabel's bedroom suite," Susan explained, "Aunt Mamie brought it here when her sister passed."

"I recognize it," Evie replied with amazement. Walking about the room, her hand lovingly caressed the highly polished surfaces of the furniture as she looked around. "I didn't think any of this was still in the family. As a kid, whenever I spent the night at her house, grandma would always let me sleep in bed with her." Evie paused a moment, lost in thought and then added, "That's one of the things I missed most when we moved away."

"Well, except for the mattress and bedsprings these are the same pieces from her house. When I moved in here, there were some other things of grandma's still in storage, as well as Aunt Mamie's furnishings here in the house. Over time I've kind of rearranged things. There's a mix of grandma's, Aunt Mamie's, even some furniture dating back to great-great-grandpa Matthew in here, well really throughout the house. There are also some things I've bought over the years in here too. If you'd like, we can go to the storage shed on Saturday and you can see if there's anything else there you'd like to have in this room, or instead of what's already here."

"No, no this is wonderful, it's perfect. I like it just the way it is. This is so familiar. It brings back so many memories. I'll be able to sleep here like a baby."

"Okay then, that's settled. The bathroom is through that door and is shared with the third bedroom, but since that bedroom is empty, it's essentially a private bath for you. If you need anything, I'm across the hall. Please help yourself to anything you'd like in the kitchen, after all you are family Evie."

After hugging her younger cousin goodnight, Susan withdrew and went to her bedroom. Having lost the opportunity to take a long relaxing soak in the tub, Susan instead showered quickly then climbed into bed. During her shower, Susan thought about being able to sleep in tomorrow. For the first time in a couple weeks, she was going straight in to the office and not to a job site, so it wouldn't be necessary for her to get up at four o'clock. No, tomorrow she could sleep in until seven. Stepping out of the shower she towel dried then went into her bedroom. It was her custom to sleep nude, and saw no reason for that to change just because Evie was here. 

Pulling the covers up to her neck, Susan laid thinking about her first impression of Evie and their earlier conversation. Her cousin was not what she had expected. What Susan was expecting to show up on her doorstep was a spoiled, self-centered, selfish young lady barely out of her teens. Instead, she found her cousin to be worldly, mature, intelligent, friendly, and good company, who didn't at least outwardly portray herself as being any kind of a wild child. Even though she wasn't yet willing to commit to Evie staying at her home for long, Susan nonetheless was ready to give her the benefit of the doubt. She'd wait and see what the next few days would bring.

In the bedroom with her, listening to her thoughts, the Presence commented, although it went unheard, "The next few days will bring more than you expect Susan, much more than you expect."

Pushing thoughts of Evie from her mind Susan tried to fall asleep, but after ten minutes still lay wide-awake. Problem was it'd been a while since she'd last had sex and was horny. The last guy she'd been with was Tom Morris, and that had been nearly three weeks ago. In fact, she realized with some surprise, Tom had been the only man she'd slept with in more than seven months. Unfortunately, tonight Tom was out of town. So with no chance to get him to come over, she'd have to do what she usually did in these situations.

Rolling over she reached into the drawer of her night side stand and removed her little vibrator, laying it on the bed beside her. Susan really liked this toy, this 'Pocket Rocket' as it was called on the package. It was small, but powerful, and never failed to bring her to orgasm. Using her feet, she pushed the covers down until her breasts were exposed, and then ran her hands up from her belly and cupped them. Holding the firm orbs in the palms of her hands, she gently squeezed them for a moment before dragging her fingers over the nipples. Repeatedly she ran her fingertips over and around the stiffening nubs until they were hard, and the areolas crinkled. Taking a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, she gently stretched it outward, tenderly rolling the nubs between her fingertips. 

Susan liked her nipples played with but preferred it done gently...like this. Some of the men she'd been with thought her nipples were knobs, twisting them like radio buttons, and that turned her off. However, if done as she was doing now, well now that was altogether a different story. As she played with her nipples, she could feel things starting to heat up between her legs. Whenever she masturbated, that's why she started with nipple play...it always made her pussy wet. Continuing to play with her nipples, she kicked the covers the rest of the way off and spread her legs. 

Susan thought her pussy was...well...sexy. Her outer lips weren't flat but protruded prominently from her groin, and even when she wasn't excited, her clitoral hood was plainly visible between the snug labia majora. The prepuce covering her clitoris was long and completely protected and hid the sensitive pearl beneath it. When unfurled and spread open, Susan's inner lips flared out widely from beneath the hood, but since her outer lips were so prominent, only the very tips of her inner wings extended out over the edge when the outer lips were closed tight. At rest, her inner lips weren't hidden from view at all, but were gently cupped, folded, and pressed together between her plump outer lips. For pubic hair, hers was unusually soft, and while not overly thick, it covered her entire crotch. 

Susan hadn't touched herself between the legs yet, but just from her tit play, her lips had become engorged with blood and were spreading open like a flower blooming. Natural lube had begun to pool inside her hole, but had not trickled out of her in any great amount, leaving her pussy slick, but not wet. 

Sliding both hands down her body, Susan spread her outer and inner lips wider still, then lay her index fingers along each side of her clit. Moving her hands slowly, Susan gently rubbed the sides of her fingers against her man in the boat in opposite directions, while massaging the tender inner flesh of her flared lips with her fingertips. After a bit, her left hand moved down and she ran a finger around the outside of her hole, feeling how wet she was there. Dipping that finger deeper into herself, she trapped her clit between two fingers of the other hand, and slowly rubbed in a circular motion. 

Eyes closed, Susan masturbated to one of her favorite fantasies, one where she was the center of a man's sexual attention. The man, whom she wouldn't know, would be there only for her satisfaction, not expecting reciprocation in any way. He would massage her body, make oral love to her, and finally bring her to climax. In her fantasy, sometimes he would fuck her, sometimes he'd bring her off orally, and at other times, he'd bring her off with only his hands and fingers. 

Without climaxing, Susan masturbated using only her fingers through several iterations of her fantasy. Then she reached for the vibrator lying beside her and twisted the base to turn it on. Putting two fingers back inside herself, she placed the end of the vibrator alongside her clitoral hood and rubbed it back and forth along its length, looking for the ideal spot to let the toy do its job. Finding the spot she was looking for, Susan held the toy there and rocked the business end of it against her clit. Fingers working inside her pussy, she held the pulsating toy against her little man. After every fourth or fifth plunge of her fingers, she'd let her ring finger slip down and rub over the outside of her asshole. 

Susan didn't like anal sex, or at least hadn't so far with the three men she attempted it with. On the other hand, she did enjoy anal stimulation, sometimes rubbing the outside of her rear hole, or on occasion even pushing a finger inside herself there. When in the mood for this type of play she found it quite exciting, and absolutely loved having her asshole eaten, but unfortunately didn't get to experience that often enough. 

Holding the vibrator against her clit, Susan pulled the two fingers she had inside her out. Then while keeping her legs spread, she pulled her knees up and back towards her chest. Reaching around the outside of her hip, she pushed the two fingers she'd used before back into her pussy. Those fingers pumped rapidly inside her, while another randomly rubbed over her asshole as she rocked the vibrator against her clitty. Moments later, her fantasy man eating her pussy, she began to cum. Head turned to the right, eyes squeezed closed she could feel her pussy clasping her fingers. Her orgasm was like a wave washing over her, building slowly, higher and higher until it crested, crashing over her in a torrent of feelings centered between her legs and in her belly, slowly ebbing away. 

Sated, Susan laid flat, the still vibrating toy in her right hand by her side. When she'd caught her breath, she turned the toy off then put it back into the night side stand. Lying on her side, she pulled the covers up over her, quickly falling asleep.


Chapter 5

The next morning Susan was awakened not by her alarm clock, but by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and something else. 'What is that?' she asked herself inhaling deeply, trying to identify the deliciously familiar, but yet unidentifiable aroma wafting up from downstairs. Turning over she looked at the clock and saw it was twenty to seven. Rolling out of bed, Susan pulled on one of the extra long tee shirts she wore as a nightshirt, and after visiting the bathroom, went downstairs barefooted. Going into the kitchen, she saw Evie was already dressed and busy cutting a green pepper on the chopping block. Laid out on the sideboard in individual bowls, were some other chopped vegetables and shredded cheese.

"Good morning sleepy head," Susan's bright and bubbly cousin greeted her. 

"Good morning," she responded stifling a yawn.

"Hope you don't mind, but I thought I'd make you an omelet for breakfast. I got some homemade biscuits in the oven and coffee brewing too," Evie said brightly.

'Biscuits, that's what I smelled besides the coffee,' Susan thought to herself. To Evie she said, "No, no I don't mind, I told you to make yourself at home. Coffee smells wonderful."

"Let me get you some," Evie said, moving towards the seldom-used coffee maker.

After setting the cup of coffee on the table, Evie went back to the counter and began to chop an onion as Susan watched. Her cousin certainly knew her way around a kitchen, expertly handling the knife as she chopped vegetables. Susan was amazed at how easily Evie brought everything together in the pan. The omelet she placed in front of Susan a few minutes later smelled wonderful, and the aroma of the biscuits was heavenly. 

"Biscuits, omelets, fresh coffee, you're going to spoil me. I usually don't have time to make myself breakfast. Besides, I'd never attempt anything this elaborate. Usually I just grab something on the way to work, if that." Waving her fork over her plate she asked, "Anyway, where'd you get the stuff to make all this? I know you didn't find flour in my pantry."

"Oh, I was up early and found a market in the phone book not too far away that was open at that hour. I took a cab over and got what I needed. You didn't have much of anything in the house."

"Yeah, well I don't do much cooking myself," Susan said apologetically, "Really don't have the time for it except maybe on the weekends, and then mostly I like to grill. I have to tell you, this is delicious. What kind of biscuits are these, they taste just like grandma's?"

"Thank you, it is grandma's recipe. I got what I needed when I went to the store this morning," the younger woman explained.

Evie placed her breakfast on the table moments later then sat across from her cousin. As they ate, they talked, and midway through their conversation Susan asked, "So, what do you have planned for today?"

After wiping her mouth with a napkin Evie replied, "First I'm going to call my parents and see if they'll help me get a car. I can't keep taking a taxi everywhere. I have some more things that should be arriving today by delivery service, so I need to wait on those. And until I decide what I'm going to do, I thought if you didn't mind, I could help around here. You know cook, clean, laundry, do the lawn, stuff like that."

After a moment's thought Susan responded, "Sure, that'll be fine, except you don't need to do anything with the lawn. I have a lawn care company that takes care of that." 

"Oh, okay. Well I can still do the rest."

Susan nodded her agreement and they continued their chat through the rest of breakfast. Afterwards Susan went upstairs to get ready for work.

After her cousin had gone upstairs, Evie began to pick up, and once Susan left for work, she began to clean the downstairs. There wasn't much to do; apparently Susan, while not much of a cook, was a good housekeeper and kept things clean and neat. 

Evie called her mom about nine and got absolutely nowhere on the subject of a car. She knew her mother was still very upset over her leaving school, particularly the circumstances of that departure, and thought that was probably why her mom was being so obstinate. Even though when she called daddy at work she could tell he was just as aggravated with her, Evie still had much better luck. Ever since she was a little girl she knew she had daddy wrapped and could get just about anything she wanted. However, this time, especially given the tenseness of the current situation, Evie was surprised when she was still able to talk him into helping her get a car. She really didn't take advantage of daddy often, not wanting to cause any problems between her parents, who she both dearly loved, nor did she want to go to the well too often. Besides she wasn't asking them to buy her a car, just help her get one.  

Around eleven, the delivery service dropped off four two-foot cube cardboard boxes. One by one, Evie carried them upstairs to the bedroom she was using. Opening the packages, she began to remove her things and laid them out either on the bed, or put them away in the closet or dresser. The cartons contained mostly clothes, cosmetics, toiletries, and some jewelry. What Evie was really looking forward to finding though was her toys. Carefully rolled inside some towels were her vibrators, dildos and other things. As she found each toy, she laid it on the bed and continued to put the rest of her things away. 

As she hung up this or folded that, Evie's eyes kept darting to the toys lying on the mattress. There was no denying she was horny. Her libido was sending signals she couldn't ignore through her belly to her breasts and pussy. It had been nearly a week since she'd been able to do more than bring herself off with her fingers, not that she had any problem at all with doing just that. Truth was Evie liked sex and was just as likely to include her toys as not. She also didn't care if her partners were male, female, younger, older, or her age as long as they had fun together. In fact, sex is what had gotten her into trouble at school.

Yes she was horny, and getting more excited by the minute. Evie missed the feel of her vibrator against her clit, or one of her dildos in her pussy or ass. Although sometimes she craved it, as a rule when she masturbated Evie didn't really like just having her pussy penetrated, preferring to rub her fingers or toy through and over her lips until she reached orgasm. If she did use a toy inside her, her favorite thing was to have her anus filled and she had two toys for this task. 

One was called a ripple, and was silicone, six and a half inches long with four graduated balls cascading down its length. The widest part of the shaft, near the base, was an inch and a half wide, with the ball preceding that one being about an inch and a quarter wide. The tip, or first ball of the toy was about three quarters of an inch in diameter, and Evie very much liked the way it stretched her asshole as it entered her. Sometimes when she was feeling particularly nasty, she'd lie on her back or sit slumped in a chair and raise her legs high. Reaching between her legs, sometimes using both hands on the base, she'd use the ripple to fuck her ass until she couldn't stand it any more, and just had to use her fingers on her clit to bring herself off. Evie loved the way her asshole spread open to let a ball through, then squeezed closed around the narrower neck of the toy as it moved inside her. As much as she liked it she never came from anal play alone, but it certainly got her hot. 

The second toy she used to stimulate her anal cravings was a set of beads. The set Evie used had ten one inch diameter balls on a string encased in latex, with a large ring on one end. As she played with her pussy with either a vibrator or her fingers, one at a time she'd push the string of beads into her ass. After pushing three or four of the balls inside herself, she'd let the rest of the string hang outside her asshole as she continued to play with her pussy. She liked the way it felt as the weight of the toy pulled down and outward against her rear hole. Sometimes she'd even hang something onto the ring to increase the weight and have the beads pull harder against her asshole. As her passion built, she'd press another bead into her ass until she had the entire string of ten balls inside herself. Just as she reached orgasm, Evie would yank the ring, pulling the beads from her asshole in rapid succession. This never failed to heighten and strengthen her orgasm, and she'd have to sit or lay still afterwards for a while to recover.

Evie's collection of toys included two dildos and two vibrators. One of the dildos was a sapphire colored silicone toy, seven inches long and an inch and a half wide, with a blunt curved tip and a flared base. After the tip, its shaft bulged out in two spots, and her pussy gripped and rode the waves of the toy very nicely thank you. She called this dildo 'Goldilocks', it wasn't too big and it wasn't too small, it fit her just right. To her delight, the curved tip of the toy also rubbed perfectly against her G-spot. Although Evie did sometimes use it while lying in bed or slumped in a chair, her favorite way to use this dildo was to kneel over it and fuck herself on it, letting the blunt curved head rub her G-spot as she either rubbed her clit or played with her nipples or both. Sometimes she even used either the ripple anal toy or the anal beads as she rode 'Goldilocks' to a satisfying orgasm.

She'd really splurged on herself when she bought the second dildo. It had cost more than a hundred and fifty dollars, but Evie just had to have it when she first saw it. It was seven inches long and an inch and a half in diameter, made of medical grade glass, but had the look of being crystal. The base had two concentric rings that fit Evie's small hand nicely and gave the toy a sure grip. The shaft of the toy was pearlescent, and had twisted sculpted swirls adding texture, which Evie could feel against her vaginal walls. She liked using this toy while either sitting on the edge of something, her feet spread widely on the floor, thrusting the toy into her pussy, or while lying flat, with her knees pulled back to her chest. 

As with her anal toys, she could never cum from just fucking herself with the dildos, she had to have some sort clitoral stimulation to get off. It didn't matter if the stimulation came from her or someone else's fingers, oral sex, a vibrator, or humping her pussy against something, she just had to have her man in the boat rocked to get off.




The House on Moore Street



The first of her two vibrators was a rabbit style toy. It was about eight inches in length, with a beaded rotating collar and tiny latex follicles along the shaft. When Evie rubbed the side of the shaft against her pussy, the follicles stimulated her delicate flesh, teasing it, making it become a deeper crimson in color. The reason the toy was called a rabbit, was that a molded offshoot off the main shaft resembled that species of mammal, including its two long ears. Evie positively adored the way it felt as the ears of the rabbit attachment tickled her clitty. To get maximum stimulation from the toy, Evie would either lie flat in bed, or sit in a chair with her legs draped over the arms. She'd position the toy so the ears of the rabbit worked against her clit, as she held the shaft so the follicles and beaded collar barely touched her flesh. She'd work the toy minutely back and forth until she came, sometimes so intensely she'd squirt a little as her muscles contracted.

Her last toy, another vibrator, Evie called the 'Monster'. It was a wand style vibrator, which plugged into the wall and delivered a mind numbing five to six thousand vibrations a minute, depending on whether it was set on low or high. Except for occasionally, Evie preferred using this vibrator only when she was seated in a chair with her legs draped over the arms. Sometimes she would use the attachment she'd ordered when she bought the toy. The attachment was called a G-spotter and slipped on over the round head of the wand and had a four inch by inch and an eighth, slightly curved protrusion sticking out from the side of it. The protrusion was solid and when she put it inside her pussy, it would deliver wonderfully delicious vibrations to her G-spot as she rocked the handle back and forth. The power of the toy was such that she could feel its vibrations throughout her entire groin area, and it never failed to give her intensely strong orgasms. In fact her climaxes were so intense, Evie could only use the Monster like this when she could sleep afterwards, because it just wore her out. 

The other way Evie liked to use the Monster was when she was in the mood for a little slower masturbatory session. More often than not when she masturbated like this, she'd use an anal toy as well. Beginning by fucking her ass with the ripple toy, she'd ride it either as she knelt over it, or reach back between her legs to plunge it into herself while kneeling with her head down on the floor or mattress. Once comfortable with the toy in her ass, she'd take the Monster and lay it underneath a long, narrow, not too thick, not too thin pillow she had. Turning the vibrator on to its highest setting, she'd straddle the pillow and press her pussy down over the spot that provided the most pleasure, humping her hips against it. As she moved against the pillow, the ripple toy in her ass would push out some as she slid back, then be pressed in again when she moved forward. Every so often she'd stop for a moment or two, holding her pussy over the spot she found provided the best feeling, before moving her ass around again. Dragging her pussy back and forth, her clit rubbing solidly against the pillow's silky material, the ripple toy moving ever so slightly but ever so delightfully in her ass, combining with the vibrations the Monster sent up through the pillow, never failed to bring her to climax. Evie liked this position so much because it allowed her to control the pace and pressure she used, so she could delay her orgasm as long as she wanted. There were times Evie would cum like this in a matter of two or three minutes, or she could play with herself for a half hour or more before cumming, it was her choice.  

There was one other thing Evie used to masturbate with, not a toy but jewelry. While she could never bring herself to orgasm masturbating like this, it would stimulate the hell out of her. Her clitoral hood was pierced, as were both nipples and her belly button. Vertically through her clitoral hood she wore a 12 gauge curved barbell stud. On one end of the barbell, she'd take hold of the ball sticking through the outside of her hood and pump it. This caused the ball on the other end, underneath her hood, to rub against the side of her clit, sending delicious tremors through her body. When she masturbated like this, her asshole would repeatedly clench and relax, begging for penetration, and her nipples, wanting attention as well, would tingle and become erect. 

Hanging the last of her clothes in the closet, Evie tossed the empty boxes onto the floor and lay across the bed. Picking up the ripple anal toy, she caressed the sides, feeling the smooth texture, passing her fingers over each ball. Wrapping her hand around the toy, she made a loose fist and pumped it as if she were stroking a cock. The feeling as each ball passed through her fingers made her think of how good it felt when she slowly pushed each one past her sphincter. 

Her horniness now at a fever pitch, Evie dropped the toy on the mattress as she hopped out of bed. The bedroom she was using had a turret feature set up as a sitting area, similar to Susan's room. Evie turned Grandma Mabel's plush maple wood and cream brocade French parlor chair around so it was looking in on the room, rather than facing out the windows. After moving the antique Cheval oval floor mirror she'd played dress up in front of as a child closer to the chair, she undid the button and zipper of her shorts as she walked back to the bed. Looking at the selection of toys lying on the mattress, Evie pushed her tennis shoes off with her toe then dropped her shorts and panties to the floor. Grinning, she picked up Goldilocks then went back to the parlor chair. Sitting with her ass right on the front edge, Evie lay back, then placed her heels on the seat cushion. Looking down between her legs, she could see her reflection in the mirror. Smiling, she studied her pussy's image for a moment, then pursed her lips and uttered a slight moan. Because of her arousal, her bald pussy already glistened with its natural moisture, and her lips had plumped up quite a bit as well. Reaching down with both hands, she spread her lips further apart and admired her reflection. 

Evie's inner lips were spread wide, like a butterfly's wings, extending well out past her outer lips. The very edges of her inner lips were tinged the slightest brown, with the rest being a pink color, deepening in hue as they neared her hole. Her pierced clitoral hood was long and completely covered the delicate pearl it protected. Whenever Evie pulled back on the hood and revealed her little man, it sent a shiver through her body, exciting her. Exposing her most intimate and sensitive organ always made Evie feel so deliciously dirty and nasty, and it thrilled her no end. She didn't understand it and didn't even try to, but she certainly liked the feelings that coursed through her whenever her little joy button was exposed, especially if people were watching. The center of Evie's sexual feelings was about a half inch in length, proportionally broad and loved the attention she so often gave it. Looking lower Evie could see her anus. She'd seen enough other people's assholes to know hers showed its anal activity, being more a slightly parted slit than a tightly closed round hole. Evie thought she knew why she liked her ass played with so much too. Starting at her clit, her inner lips went all the way to her rear hole and dipped slightly inside. Whenever she played with her ass, or someone fucked her there, she could feel it pulling against her clit. The stimulation wasn't enough for her to cum though, she had to use her fingers or a toy to get herself off, but she loved the way it felt nonetheless.

Holding her inner lips spread apart with one hand, she bit her lower lip and watched in the mirror as she began to rub the fingers of her other hand along the length of her slit. From the top of her cleft to the 'taint', her fingers glided over the smooth flesh, slippery with its natural juices. 

She smiled to herself when she thought of the word 'taint', remembering the first time she'd heard the term. It was her freshman year at college and she'd been at a party at someone's house. Evie and several of her girlfriends were sitting at a patio table near the pool, and one of them was regaling the others with a story about a recent new sexual experience she'd had. The girl was saying, "...he was going down on me and licked me back there...you know on my asshole." 

"Really?" was the surprised response of one or two of the girls. 

"Yeah," the storyteller went on, "and when I asked him what he was doing, he said he was going to eat me from my clit to my asshole and the taint between. I didn't know what the hell he was talking about, and when I asked him he said...get this...it ain't pussy and it ain't ass, it's taint." 

Although with a good idea, yet still not positive, Evie started to ask her friend exactly what she had meant. Before she could say anything though, one of the other girls beat her out asking, dragging out the first word, "So, what exactly is the taint again?" 

The girl who told the story related it again, and patiently described exactly where the taint was. 

Evie's mind was brought back to the task at hand, as her fingers moved over her pussy. As they moved up to the top of her slit, the tips of her index and forefinger spread and went to either side of her clitoral hood, nudging the tiny ball of the stud against her clit, before moving south again. Her fingers slipped over the wide flaps of her sensitive inner lips then down and around, but not into her hole. When she reached the top of her slit, once more she moved the fingers on either side of her clit in a small circle, nudging her little man this way than that. Evie relished the thrill that went through her body each time she played with herself, loved the way her body, especially her nipples reacted whenever she rubbed her clit. Moving her fingers downward she moaned as two fingers entered her pussy, and then pumped them as she rolled the heel of her hand against her clit. 

Picking up Goldilocks from where she'd laid it on her belly, Evie put the curved blunt head of the toy into her mouth and sucked on it as if it were a real cock. While her fingers played between her legs, she sucked the dildo until the need to fill her pussy with something more substantial became too urgent to ignore any longer. Pushing the toy against her hole, Evie groaned as the fake cock slipped in and her inner muscles clasped it, then once about four of the toy's seven inches were in, she began to pump it. She played like this for a while before draping her legs over the arms of the chair so she could push the sex toy deeper still inside herself. As one hand worked the toy, the other held her clit trapped between two fingers, rubbing in a small circle. Watching in the mirror, she saw her forehead furrow and her lips purse, felt her breathing becoming more rapid and shallow as her fingers worked her clit, and her hand pumped the dildo faster. As she masturbated, Evie's passion built higher and higher, and as it built, her moaning and groaning became louder, seeming to come from lower in her chest. As her fingers pushed her little man first one way then the other, her pussy gripped the toy's shaft and the blunt tip of the dildo rubbed against her G-spot. Very much into what was happening between her legs she was caught a little off guard when suddenly she began to cum. Doing her best to keep both hands moving between her legs as waves of pleasure washed over her, Evie's body went rigid. Her face scrunched up, eyes squeezed closed, lips pulled back showing gritted teeth, as her fingers moved rapidly against her clit, and the final tidal surge of her orgasm began to crash down over her. In the midst of her climax, she could no longer pump the dildo, so the toy hung obscenely out of her pussy, as her fingers moved irregularly and jerkily against her little man. As quickly as it had begun, Evie's orgasm began to ebb, and an almost mournful moan escaped from her. 

Breathing deeply, Evie lay in the chair with her right hand resting in the crook of her right leg and hip, her left hand on her belly as she panted, mouth hanging open. Finally opening her eyes, she looked at herself in the mirror again, saw the dildo sticking out of her wet, puffy pussy, and clasped her muscles down onto it. The base of the toy moved slightly upward when her muscles contracted and Evie smiled, then she reached down and pulled the toy out. Bringing it up she licked her juices from the toy as she watched in the mirror, her legs still draped over the arms of the chair. 

After licking her nectar from Goldilocks, Evie lay still in the chair for a while then sat up, took a deep breath, stretched, and then checked the clock. The young brunette was glad to see there was enough time to take a quick nap before having to start dinner. Wearily Evie got up from the chair, padded over to the bed and crawled in.

Chapter 6

Susan pulled into her drive at ten minutes to six that evening. As soon as she opened the front door, the delicious aroma of the meal Evie was preparing greeted her. The smell seemed to fill the house and drew her directly towards the kitchen. Entering through the dining room door, she caught Evie just pulling a roast from the oven. 

"That smells absolutely wonderful," Susan greeted her cousin.

"Thanks," Evie replied with an almost shy smile, "Dinner will be on the table in fifteen minutes."

"Great, I'm starved. Fifteen minutes gives me just enough time to change then set the table," Susan said. Upstairs in her bedroom she slipped out of her clothes, leaving on her bra and panties. After peeing and washing her hands, Susan pulled on a pair of shorts and an old tee shirt then went back downstairs.

Pushing her plate back at the end of the meal Susan said, "That was delicious, definitely the best home cooked meal I've had in...well since I can remember. Where'd you learn to cook like this?"

"From mom mostly, Grandma Mabel too, and some experimenting on my own," she replied. 

"Cooking should be your calling, between breakfast this morning and this meal, you've shown you certainly know how to cook. I can barely boil water."

Evie smiled as she raised her wine glass and took a sip. She'd never considered cooking as a way of making a living and thought she may look into it. 

In just a few minutes, the table and counters were cleared, the dishwasher loaded, and they were done with the kitchen. There was wine left in the bottle, so the older woman suggested, "Let's finish this off while we talk in the front parlor."

In the parlor, Susan took a seat on the end of the camel back sofa and folded her legs underneath herself. Evie took the shield back chair to Susan's right and set the heels of her feet on the footstool. As they talked, the two women were seated ninety degrees of each other, while their wine glasses shared space on the table between them.

"How was work today?" 

"Good! It was a great day," Susan replied as she absentmindedly reached down and scratched her leg, "The casino project's moving ahead and crews began running conduit today. I've got a meeting tomorrow morning with a couple who are building a house, and should be able to start the electricians on that project shortly too. What about you?"

"I talked to daddy and he's going to help me get a car."

"Great, now you won't be housebound."

"Yeah, I know, that is good. The rest of my stuff arrived and I was able to get all that put away too. You keep a really neat house Susan, so I didn't have a lot of cleaning to do. When I finished what little there was, I started looking at cars on the internet, and then cooked dinner." Smiling inwardly, remembering her midday masturbation, Evie added, "Besides that, everything was well in hand." 

The two women talked for another hour or so as they finished the bottle of wine, then Susan said, "After I check the doors I'm going upstairs. I believe I'm going to indulge myself with a long, hot soak in a tub of bubbles, like I promised myself. Good night Evie."

"Good night Susan. If you don't mind I may watch a little TV before I head up."

"No problem, help yourself."

After a relaxing forty minute soak in the tub, Susan dried, then climbed naked into bed and opened the book she'd wanted to start. About an hour later, in the quiet of the house, she thought she heard something and looked up. It was a faint sound, barely audible, but she was certain she'd heard something. Leaning back against the pillow on the headboard, Susan placed the book facedown on her lap and sat with ears perked, listening for any sound in the house. Nearly a minute passed, all Susan heard was the ticking of the antique Ansonia Excelsior clock sitting on the shelf. She guessed what she'd heard was just the old house settling a bit and went back to her book. Susan hadn't read two paragraphs when she again heard a faint...something. Getting out of bed, she pulled a long nightshirt on over her head, then quietly opened her bedroom door and stepped into the hall. Turning her head first one way, then the other she listened.

"Uhhhh."

Her head turned towards the door of her cousin's bedroom, not sure that's where the sound had come from. 

"Mmmm."

'Yes, there,' she thought to herself, 'it is Evie. Is she not feeling well? Is she sick?'

Barefoot, she tip toed silently over to the door and leaned her ear against it. It was an old, solid, heavy, well made door, and Susan couldn't really hear much through it, but did hear what she thought was another groan. Concerned, she knocked softly and asked, "Evie, are you okay?" There was no response, but a moment later was sure she'd heard yet another groan from inside. Susan's hand went to the doorknob and twisted, and then slowly pushed the door open. As the door swung noiselessly on its hinges, she first heard a steady humming or buzzing of some sort, but as it opened wider, the sight that met her eyes more surprised than shocked her. Embarrassed, Susan's first reaction was to quietly close the door and leave Evie to her privacy, but she couldn't. It was as if someone were holding her there, keeping her from leaving. Her feet were glued to the floor and wouldn't move, eyes riveted to the scene playing out in front of her.

Similar to earlier that day, Evie was naked and slouched down in grandma's parlor chair with her legs draped over the arms, while the antique floor mirror was placed directly in front of her. The chair and mirror were set at such an angle, and Evie was seated so close to the mirror, she couldn't see where Susan stood watching through the narrow opening in the slightly ajar door. In contrast, Susan on the other hand could see everything in the mirror her young cousin was doing. 

As she watched, Susan thought she'd heard someone passionately moan "Mmmm," over her shoulder. Startled she turned her head, but saw no one there. After looking both ways down the hall and seeing nothing, the humming sound from inside the room pulled her attention back to the crack in the door.

With both hands, Evie held the shaft of a huge white vibrator between her legs. While holding the base of the toy against her crotch, she rocked the handle, moving the top end of the vibrator maybe two to three inches on each stroke. Susan could see Evie watching herself in the mirror as she masturbated, could see her looking down at her pussy as she rocked the toy. Her cousin was breathing rapidly, shallowly with her lips parted. Evie's teeth were gritted and Susan guessed, while she may not be close to cumming, her cousin wasn't far from it either. 

Engrossed by the scene in the bedroom, it came as a small surprise when Susan realized she had one hand under her nightshirt between her legs and the other at her left breast. As Evie masturbated, Susan had been watching so intently she hadn't realized her hands had moved of their own accord. Smiling, Susan thought, 'Look at this, now we're engaged in some sort of serendipitous mutual masturbation.' A moan from inside the room pulled her attention back to Evie once more, her voyeurism continuing, as she rubbed her clit and toyed with a nipple. 




The House on Moore Street



Intently watching her cousin as she played with herself, an unknown amount of time passed before Susan thought she heard a voice say breathlessly from over her shoulder, dragging out the first word, "Yes, beautiful." Once more Susan snapped her head around, first left, then right, as she looked down the hall, but again saw no one there. 

It was an odd situation, because although Susan would have sworn she heard someone in the hall, she felt no real trepidation, no danger, no anxiety. Honestly, besides her high state of arousal all Susan felt was a warm, soothing...presence. It was like she was safely wrapped in the protective arms of a trusted loved one. Besides, she reasoned, the house was equipped with a state of the art, multi-level, triple redundant security system. 'The alarm didn't go off. Maybe I just got the creeps,' she thought. Thinking perhaps she should still call the police just to be on the safe side, after all, she was positive she'd heard someone and she had guests in the house, her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Evie moan passionately once more. 

The 'intruder' instantly forgotten, she turned back to the crack in the door. Susan watched as Evie continued to rock the handle of the toy back and forth between her legs. Taking in her cousin's body, Susan again noticed how pretty she was, especially in a state of sexual arousal. The girl's dark hair hung mostly behind her, but a few tresses fell across her shoulders. Her breasts were barely more than tiny mounds, capped with slightly brownish puffy areolas and nipples. Even across the room, Susan could see Evie's areolas were crinkled, and her nipples really stood out. 

Again, Susan was shocked by her actions. She'd never looked at another woman as she was now looking at her cousin. Not once in her life could she remember ever being attracted to a woman sexually, but here she was idly playing with herself as she watched her almost a decade younger cousin masturbate. 

She heard the girl growl long and low and knew Evie had to be at the edge of getting off. Susan watched as her cousin sucked air in and blew it out through pursed lips, her hands rocking the vibrator more determinately. Unconsciously, as she watched, Susan's own fingers pressed a little more firmly against her clit. 

Evie was now uttering almost continuously, "Oh, oh, oh," as the vibrator rocked against her pussy. Her breathing coming in pants, her eyes rose from her crotch to look into themselves in the mirror. Staring into her own eyes, Evie kept them open as long as she could as her orgasm began. Holding the base of the toy against her pussy, she pushed the handle away from her, and then pulled it back again, faster and faster until her orgasm crashed down and rolled over her. Moaning loudly and continuously with her eyes squeezed tightly closed, she pushed the top of the toy's handle away from her and held it there with both hands as she humped her ass up and down off the chair, pressing her pussy against the large round vibrating head.

"Amazing," the Presence said breathlessly. Astonished at the intensity of Evie's orgasm herself, Susan hardly noticed the comment of the Voice in her head. Yet unconsciously her head slowly nodded in agreement. 

The sound that came from between the younger woman's clenched teeth sounded as if she were in great pain or anguish, but having watched, Susan knew the real cause. She noted Evie held the base of the toy tightly against her pussy, as both hands held the handle of the toy out away from her. The girl's face was scrunched up and turned to one side with her chin resting against her shoulder, both of which were pulled forward, arms rigid as she came. While they started out draped over the arms of the chair, when Evie began to cum, her legs had risen and were now up not quite parallel to the floor, toes curled. 

As Evie climaxed, Susan watched from the doorway, rubbing her own pussy feverishly with one hand, flicking her erect nipples with the other. She watched and masturbated through what seemed to her to be an unusually long and intense orgasm for the young woman. She knew when her cousin's climax ebbed by the way the girl relaxed and slowly, almost in slow motion, dropped her legs back down to rest on the arms of the chair while her toes uncurled. 

Holding onto the toy, Evie's hands pulled the handle back towards her until her wrists rested on her belly. After a couple of deep breaths, she laid the toy on her belly and rested her hands on her thighs. 

Seeing the lower end of the vibrator for the first time Susan thought the toy would have had a plain round head, but instead saw there was protrusion on it. It was blue in color and had what looked like a four inch long, maybe one inch diameter prong sticking out from the side of it. Evie had had the prong inside her pussy as she masturbated and Susan wondered how that would have felt, then thought, 'Duh, I guess it felt pretty damn good, huh?'

Having not yet reached orgasm herself, Susan took one more look at Evie's body before quietly pulling the bedroom door closed, not wanting to let her young cousin catch her watching. Knowing how mortified she would be if someone were to catch her playing with herself, she thought Evie would feel much the same. What Susan didn't know was that even if Evie had caught her watching, which she hadn't, rather than being embarrassed, it would only have heightened the experience for her. 

Thinking she heard something, Evie raised her head and looked towards the bedroom door, but saw nothing and heard nothing more. Shrugging, she sat up, and then stretched like a cat awakening from a nap. Leaving the Monster on the seat of the parlor chair, she slipped into bed and fell asleep immediately.

Standing in the hallway Susan took one more look up and down the empty hallway before going back into her room. Pushing her bedroom door closed, Susan pulled her nightshirt over her head, dropped it onto the floor, and then sat on the edge of her bed. With her feet on the floor and her legs spread wide, she rubbed her clit rapidly, her fingers moving in a small tight circle, nudging her little man this way then that. With her eyes closed, Susan replayed in her mind what she'd just witnessed in her cousin's bedroom. 

Susan didn't associate the Voice in her head, giving a running commentary about the scene she was masturbating to, with anything other than her mind describing Evie playing with herself. Damn, and didn't the memory excite her tremendously.

Her left hand came to her right nipple and played with it as her fingers continued their dance between her legs. In her mind she watched, and listened as the scene played out. Almost to the point where Evie started to cum, Susan took her hand from her breast and pushed two fingers into her pussy as she continued to rub her clit. As her own orgasm neared, Susan reached back up and began to pull and stretch her nipple outward as she rubbed herself furiously between her legs. Just as Evie's climax started in her mind's eye, her own orgasm began. Susan's body went rigid and she uttered, "Oh fuck," cumming hard, more intensely than she had in quite a while. When her orgasm ebbed, she fell to one side, head landing on her pillow, hand still holding her sex, feet on the floor. Spent, Susan lay like this for a while before working up the strength to pull her legs into bed and covering herself, before falling into a deep satisfying sleep.

Just as she fell asleep, at that razor's edge between sleep and awake, Susan heard the voice from the hallway, the one she now drowsily, dreamily thought may have been the same one speaking as she masturbated, saying, "The time is very near now."

Chapter 7

The rest of the week followed the same general routine, sans the voyeurism. Evie woke each morning and fixed her cousin a hot breakfast, and Susan arrived home each evening to a wonderful home cooked meal. 

After Susan left for work each day, Evie would start her chores around the house. It was obvious before she'd come to stay here Susan had kept her house clean and orderly, but even so, Evie wanted to earn her keep, so went the extra mile. Rather than just sweeping, mopping and vacuuming, she dusted all the furniture, fixtures and figurines in the place, swept the porch that wrapped the house, made sure the pool's robot cleaner did its job and did the laundry. Over time, she even pulled the books from the shelves in the library and dusted those as well, and washed the windows too. Each day she went to the grocery, or to the nearby Farmers' Market to buy what she'd need for that night's dinner and the next morning's breakfast, wanting only the freshest of ingredients. When she took a break, she spent the time shopping for a car on the internet and found several she wanted to look at further. Somewhere around noon each day she'd stop whatever she was doing and masturbate, her libido demanding attention, and in the afternoon she'd start dinner.  

Susan had a routine too, a new routine starting that Wednesday morning. The morning ritual was unchanged, but once she left the house, it felt as if something were pulling her back, not wanting her to leave. All day long she'd have this...urge to drop everything and go home, and the later the day grew, the stronger the urge became. It felt like she was being pulled away from everything else so she could just get home. The urge wasn't leaving her with a feeling of dread, that possibly something bad had happened at home, nor was it affecting her work, but it was extremely distracting. 

At almost any moment, random thoughts of Evie would pop into Susan's mind. These thoughts weren't necessarily erotic, although there were a few of those as well, but just random images of the beautiful young woman. Even though she barely knew the girl, after all Evie had been staying with her hardly any time at all, Susan found she missed her cousin, missed her as one would a close friend who'd been away a while. The little bit she had, Susan truly enjoyed spending time with Evie, talking with her, sharing stories, and felt about her not unlike how she felt about Tom Morris, but somehow more so. It was hard to describe, it was as if she'd known Evie for years, yet, she really hadn't. 

Another change in her routine was each night after crawling into bed, with the images playing still fresh in her mind, Susan would masturbate, sometimes twice, to the memory of what she'd witnessed in Evie's bedroom that Tuesday night. Before this, she'd never masturbated more than two or three times a week, depending on how often she'd been with Tom. Afterwards, as she slept, her dreams would be filled with those same images, but the dream would end differently than how the event really occurred. Instead of masturbating to orgasm while sitting on the edge of her own bed as had really happened, she dreamt while Evie was in the midst of playing with herself, she would sit up, and with a lustful smile crook her finger at Susan, signaling for her to come over and join her. The dream always ended, fading to black like an old movie, with the image of Susan standing in the doorway undecided on what to do. It seemed the dream would play repeatedly throughout the night, every detail of Evie's act in needlepoint sharpness. In spite of her restlessness, Susan always woke feeling refreshed...and horny. As a rule, she reserved 'playtime' as a nighttime activity only, but the vivid dreams so aroused her, Susan found she just had to masturbate in the morning too to take the edge off.

Eventually the Presence would not need to resort to such tactics, to manipulate Susan's dreams and desires, but there was a task to complete, and time was getting short.

Working on getting her chores done Thursday morning, Evie had just finished vacuuming the rug in what Susan called the entry hall and was wrapping up the cord when she heard someone in the yard. Looking out one of the front parlor windows, she saw a couple of men unloading lawn mowers from an open trailer parked at the curb, while two others took some other things from the back of the pickup truck it was attached to. She remembered Susan saying she had a lawn care company and imagined these were them. 

Going upstairs to her room, Evie watched from the turret window as the men worked. They appeared all to be Latino, Cuban probably she thought, based on the flag painted on the pick-up's door. Three of the men were young, one maybe even a teenager, but none of them appealed to her. The older two of those three were pushing the lawn mowers, while the teenager was using an edger. She heard one of the men call the apparent foreman of the crew, at least the one who appeared to be giving the orders, Naldo. He was an older man she guessed to be somewhere in his mid to late forties. Once he'd gotten the others started on their jobs, he went to the garden bed under her window and inspected the bushes, picking up the branches and looking at the underside. Evie's imagination ran away with her, and she decided if she were going to fuck one of these men, it would be Naldo. It wasn't that Naldo was handsome, in fact, he was somewhat ordinary looking, but what appealed to her was the way in which he carried himself. 

Evie enjoyed her fantasy for a few moments more before she frowned, sighed, and thought, 'Too bad, but it just can't happen. These people work for Susan and besides, I can't afford to start that kind of trouble so close to home. After all, aren't I already in enough trouble with my folks because of my...what should I call it?' Smiling ruefully at the memory, Evie decided she was in trouble because of her indiscretions at school. That didn't stop her from thinking about the foreman though, making him the star of her fantasy when she masturbated later that day. 

Once the lawn care people were gone, Evie went back up to her room and stripped. After pulling two toys and a small tube of lube from where she had them hidden, she lay back on the bed and began to caress herself. She ran the flat of her hands over her breasts then cupped the tiny mounds in her palms. Pressing her fingers into the flesh of her barely there tits, she rubbed her thumbs down over her nipples then back up again. After two or three passes her nipples and areolas puffed up, nearly doubling the height of her breasts. 

Her head on the pillow, eyes closed, Evie imagined it was the foreman's hands on her body. Although her hands were soft and smooth, she could 'feel' the calluses of Naldo's rough worker's hands as they moved over her. Evie's hands caressed her breasts and teased her nipples before moving down over her flat belly, pausing to toy with the sterling silver dolphin navel ring she wore there. After a moment, her hands moved further down until the tips of her fingers just touched the top of her crack, then moved back up again. Not once leaving her smooth flesh, her hands moved back to her breasts where Evie began to play with her nipples, pulling and stretching them. In her mind, she imagined Naldo was sucking them, running his tongue over and around them, nipping them with his teeth, and she moaned aloud while arching her back. 

She fantasized about Naldo making love to her breasts until her clit signaled her brain it wanted attention too. Moving slowly, caressingly down her body, her hands finally reached her slit. Evie ran her fingers and palms over the outside of her pussy, feeling the hard stainless steel ball of the stud she wore through her clitoral hood. Taking hold of it between thumb and forefinger, she began to pump slowly. As she fantasized Naldo was licking her sensitive nub, the shaft of the stud pulled at her hood, and the ball on the opposite end rubbed against her clit. Again, Evie arched her back, sighing passionately at the stimulation and erotic images playing in her mind. Pumping the ball a little quicker, she bent her knees, spreading her legs wider, then reached down with her free hand, and rubbed her inner lips, feeling the natural moisture that had already collected there. Releasing the stud, Evie began to rub her clit with the tip of one finger, as two from her other hand slipped into her pussy. 

Imagining it was Naldo's tongue moving over her clit as he fingered her, Evie played with herself with both hands until she felt the need to feed her oral fixation. Reaching for 'Goldilocks', she slipped the end into her mouth, then holding the dildo near the base she sucked the toy in deeper. Pumping it, Evie took as much of its seven inch length as she could before sliding it almost all the way out, letting her lips caress the shaft as it went. Holding the toy cock in her left hand as she licked and sucked it, her right hand went between her legs to find her clit again. Masturbating as she held the sapphire toy in her mouth, she ran her tongue along the shaft and around the curved blunt end of the dildo. Evie moaned and fantasized it was Naldo's cock she was sucking, and that it was his calloused hand between her legs rubbing her little man. She imagined his cock was long, like her dildo, and although she'd never seen an uncircumcised cock before, for some reason she fantasized his was. 

Leaving the toy cock sticking obscenely out of her mouth, Evie lifted her legs, and then reached around the outside of her slim thighs so her fingers could find and tease her anal opening. As she teased and played with her ass, the finger that had been rubbing her clit, now along with a second one, moved up and down between her pussy lips, occasionally dipping into her hole. Playing with herself, Evie began to take deeper breaths, and in her mind could see Naldo fingering her pussy and ass as she sucked his cock. Her fantasy was so vivid she could feel the foreman's rough hands on her, his hard cock in her mouth. 

As she masturbated, each act of her fantasy played out in her mind, and Evie moaned to the pleasure she was giving herself. Taking her hand from between her legs, she pulled the dildo from her mouth and rubbed the blunt head down her body until it rested against her pussy. She slid the curved tip of the toy up the length of her slit from her hole, until it nudged against her clit, then down again. Every few strokes she'd push the tip of the dildo, wet with her natural lube, down over her asshole. On one of the passes over her pussy, Evie pushed the dildo inside herself, imagining it was Naldo entering her. At that thought, she moaned and a smile appeared on her face. While she rubbed, and occasionally dipped a finger into her asshole, the 'foreman' pumped his cock in her tight pussy. Making sure the side of the toy rubbed against the tip of her clit, Evie pushed and pulled the blue dildo at a steady rhythm, imagining Naldo riding her. Blissfully unaware of how long she fucked herself, when Evie felt the stirrings of an orgasm beginning deep inside her she stopped, pulled the toy out, and dropped it beside her on the bed. 

After opening the tube of lube, she picked up the other toy she'd brought to bed and smeared some of the tubes contents onto the shaft. Reaching down, she smeared lube onto her anus as well. Lifting her legs, she took the anal ripple toy, placed the three quarter inch tip against her asshole, and pushed it in with steady, but gentle pressure. When the first ball slipped in, she pressed the rest of the toy in until just the fourth ball, the largest one, was still outside her ass. With her legs still in the air, Evie pulled her knees back to her chest, reached down between her legs, and began to fuck herself with the rippled toy. Her hand gripping its base, Evie pumped the toy and fantasized the foreman was fucking her again. With her eyes closed, she could 'see' Naldo kneeling over her, holding her legs back against her titties as he fucked her asshole. "Fuck me Naldo, fuck my ass baby, make me cum," Evie muttered, as she pumped her ass with the anal toy.