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A Nightmare on Birch Street Ch. 01

By: nightvoice2



"A Nightmare on Elm Street" is a low-budget horror movie from 1984. In my opinion, it's *the* classic teen-slasher movie. I've kept the same main characters but taken some liberties with the plot. 

The teenagers in this story may seem quite naive but bear in mind its set in much more innocent times, back in the 80s before the internet and mobile phones, sexting and tinder. Be warned that it wouldn't be a horror story if the central characters weren't in peril, so there are strong elements of bondage and forced, rough sex.

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Springfield, 1984

Late into the night, he works in the gloomy basement, hammering and soldering; shaping the scraps of metal with twisted, scarred fingers. Hunching over a rough wooden workbench full of assorted hammers, files, blowtorches and metal shavings and chuckling softly as he coaxes the hard, silvery metal into the shapes demanded by his perverse visions. 

He's been waiting so long. All those years spent in this dingy basement, creating his toys and fantasizing about the day he'll finally get his revenge. A cold, calculated revenge to contrast with what those bastards did to him all those years ago. Years he'd spent alone, his bitterness and anger growing like a tumour. Waiting and waiting until the perfect time. It was so near now, the fruit so nearly ripe, just waiting to be plucked.

He's already constructed a pair of ornate handcuffs this evening, the intricately engraved bracelets connected by a slender but strong chain, each link hand-worked and tested for strength.

His small, deep-set eyes glisten he completes his latest 'toy': a worn, fingerless leather glove with a series of long, thin razor-sharp blades extending from it like freakishly long fingernails. He grunts as he vigorously files the last blade, working it until it's as wickedly sharp as its neighbours. He slips the glove on over his blistered skin and holds it up in front of his oil-black eyes, flexing the metallic joints, testing the lubrication. He smiles a crooked, gap-toothed smile, his dry, blistered lips stretched over discoloured teeth as he twists it, watching as the edges catch the dim light.

"Oh yes," he whispers in his hoarse, rasping voice. "We're going to have a lot of fun together."

--

Nancy lay back in the bath, enjoying the lovely warm sensations of the fragrant water lapping at her skin, feeling herself relaxing, the stresses of a long day at college slowly slipping away. She'd had another of her nightmares last night and had been unable to get back to sleep and now as her body relaxed, she felt herself beginning to drift off.

She closed her eyes as she floated in that lovely state halfway between consciousness and sleep as she felt the warm water swirling around her naked skin, stroking her like a lover's hands. She closed her eyes as the sensations grew more intense, the touch firmer.

Suddenly, she felt hands, rough masculine hands tugging at her ankles, pulling her down, her bottom sliding along the smooth surface, a sharp yelp of panic escaping her lips as she slipped beneath the surface, her soapy fingers struggling to get purchase on the smooth sides of the bath. She heard mocking laughter as she felt herself being drawn deeper, the rough hands pulling at her ankles and crudely squeezing her buttocks. She was pulled down and down into the darkness, the light of the bathroom getting smaller and smaller as her lungs burnt and she began to panic, thrashing wildly.

A fierce but distant knocking at the door startled her and suddenly she was awake, the water splashing over the rim of the bath as she pushed herself back up, brushing the strands of damp, curly hair from her face as she gasped for breath.

"Are you okay in there?" she heard her mother shouting. 

She looked around the empty bathroom, her large, chocolate brown eyes open wide, her heart thumping against her chest.

"Honey, are you okay?" her mother repeated as she banged on the door.

"Yes, I'm fine, mom. Sorry about the noise, I must have fallen asleep and accidentally slipped down the bath," she shouted back as her heart rate slowly returned to normal.

--

Later, she reclined on the sofa in her dressing gown, sipping from a steaming mug of cocoa. She put her bare feet up on the coffee table and used the remote control to aimlessly flick through the television channels, desperate to find something to grab her attention and keep her awake.

"Hey, feet!" her mother said, returning from the kitchen clutching a large glass of white wine.

"Is that your third or fourth glass?" Nancy asked petulantly, as she slid her feet from the table.

"It's my third. I've told you before, when you grow up and have a full-time job, maybe you'll understand the need to relax in the evening."

"I'm just saying," Nancy said defensively as she stifled a yawn, feeling too tired to start another argument over her mother's drinking. It was clear to her that the problem had been getting steadily worse since her father, Don, had died in his sleep from a heart-attack two years earlier and she'd been forced to return to work, but she absolutely refused to acknowledge she had a problem, let alone get some help.

"Anyway, you're up late aren't you? You've got college tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"You look so tired, dear. Are you still having those nightmares?" her mother said, sipping her wine.

It was true; the makeup she'd carefully applied this morning couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes.

"You know, sometimes," Nancy said. In truth her nightmares, like her mother's drinking, had been getting a lot worse recently. Every night, they seemed to get more vivid and real. It had gotten to the stage where she was almost too scared to go to bed.

"What kind of nightmares are they?" her mother said, reaching out and squeezing her hand.

"Oh, you know, just the usual kind, being chased and stuff," Nancy said, reluctant to tell her mother exactly how disturbing and explicit her dreams had become recently. "Anyway, you're right, I really should be getting some sleep. Goodnight, Mom."

"Goodnight, dear, sweet dreams," her mother said, as Nancy dragged her tired body from the couch and kissed her forehead.

--

It was a typical teenage girl's bedroom, an untidy riot of schoolbooks, magazines, cassette tapes and discarded clothes, the walls crowded with colourful posters of her favourite bands: Madonna, A-Ha, Duran Duran. Her bedside table was cluttered with books and family photo's. A number of bright scarves and feather boas brightened up the brass bed frame.

Nancy lay on her bed in her favourite pink flannel nightie, reading a novel. She'd thought it might be easier to stay awake if she didn't actually get into bed, but as the alarm clock on the bedside table ticked past midnight, she could feel her eyelids drooping, the words on the page starting to get jumbled and blurry as the comforting warm numbness of sleep slowly crept up over her body.

--

A little while later, an odd noise downstairs made her jump, and the jolt of adrenaline made her feel wide awake again. She thought she'd heard her mother come up to bed an hour ago so it should be quiet down there. There it was again! Subtle noises like there was someone moving around downstairs.

She got to her feet, almost glad of the excuse to shake off her drowsiness. Out in the hall, she paused and listened, but hearing nothing tried knocking on her mother's bedroom door. 

"Mom?" she said, but there was no reply and when she tried the handle it was locked, which seemed odd.

Carefully, one tentative step at a time, she crept down the stairs, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, as the old wooden stairs creaked beneath her bare feet. The downstairs hall was black except for the moonlight spilling through the front door and a faint glow from the living room. She paused, listening intently. There it was again! And now she could make out another noise: a faint hiss, like air escaping from a tyre. 

Nancy peered cautiously around the doorframe. From the back of the room, she could see a dark figure slumped in front of the television, outlined by its cold grey light. The cable box was switched off, so the TV screen was filled with snowy white noise, a faint static hiss filling the room. 

Nancy realised she'd been holding her breath as she exhaled, sighing with relief. Her mother had fallen asleep in front of the television! She wasn't surprised given the amount of wine she'd drunk! She must have been mistaken when she thought she'd heard her going to bed.

"Mom?" she said, then repeated it more loudly.

Unable to get a response, she stepped forward and gently squeezed her mother's shoulder.

Then she was screaming and reeling back in horror, as the scarily familiar figure turned to face her. Beneath the brim of his hat, she could only see half of his disfigured face, the skin horribly burned, his thin lips curled into an evil smile.

"Surprise!" he said, his voice sounding horribly dry and gruff as he sprung to his feet. It was the man she kept having nightmares about, and even though she didn't see his hands she knew he'd be wearing that dreadful razor-tipped glove.

Nancy staggered backwards, a fresh wave of adrenaline surging around her young body, the blood roaring in her ears. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she knew she had to get away. She stumbled back into the hallway, then into the little downstairs bathroom at the foot of the stairs, slamming the door in his face, hearing his body slam against it.

Her screams echoed off the tiled walls of the confined space as she looked around frantically for something to defend herself with as she heard the man throw himself against the door. There was very little in the bathroom, just some lavender-scented soap and a small hand-towel, not even a pair of nail scissors or some bleach to throw in his face.

"Come on Nancy, I just want to have a little fun!" he shouted.

On her left was a little half-open outside window at chest height. She remembered climbing in once, several years back when she'd forgotten her key. 

"Open this door, bitch!" he was yelling, the little brass lock rattling as he pounded on the wood.

Behind her, the door was beginning to give now, a small gap opening between the door and the frame and she shrieked again as he slipped his razor fingers through the gap, making a skittering noise as he slid them up and down, trying to catch the lock. She quickly jumped up, using all her strength, and eased her head then her torso through the small window, her breath coming in tight panicky little gasps. Outside, the front yard was dark and quiet, the air cool against her face. If only she could squeeze out she felt sure she could escape, the bushes beneath the window would break her fall.

She'd obviously grown a little since she last tried, her girlish hips becoming more rounded. As she struggled to wriggle through, she heard a victorious grunt behind her as the door flew open. 

"No, no!" she squealed, kicking her legs as she felt scaly hands clutching at her ankles, pulling her back, her stomach sliding back over the frame. She had to brace her arms against the frame to stop him pulling her any further.

"Bitch!" he spat as she kicked out and felt her foot connect with something solid, but despite landing another kick she just couldn't shake him off. As much as she squealed and wriggled she found herself stuck half-in and half-out of the tiny window, the window's wooden frame hard against her stomach, her legs waving uselessly in the air, her feet not quite able to reach the floor.

"No! Let me go, you bastard! What do you want?" she squealed as she felt him push her baggy nightshirt up over her bare legs.

"I want to hear you scream!" his voice rasped as he slid a metal finger beneath the waistband of her panties, the razors-sharp steel easily slicing through the white cotton. He laughed wickedly as he tore at the ripped cotton, pulling the ragged remains down over her legs leaving her naked from the waist down, the pert, pink cheeks of her buttocks exposed.

"No, stop!" she panted, struggling as if her life depended it, but unable to free herself from his clutches. She shuddered as she felt him roughly pulling her legs wide apart, his crooked fingers clutching her soft buttocks, chuckling as he eased them wide apart exposing her most intimate treasures.

"Mmm, nothing smells sweeter than virgin pussy," he cackled as she felt his hot breath on her bare skin, his fingers sliding up between her legs.

Nancy threw back her head and screamed.

--

"Wake up, dear, wake up!" her mother insisted, reaching out and shaking her shoulder as her daughter writhed on the bed, her nightdress riding up over her thrashing legs, the duvet sliding onto the floor as her feverishly hot young body bucked against the mattress.

"Stop, please, stop!" Nancy was moaning, her voice gradually losing its urgency as she became conscious.

"It's alright, dear, you were just having a nightmare. There, there," her mother said, looking concerned as she placed a cool hand on Nancy's forehead, brushing away a lock of her dark brown hair.

"What? Mom?"

"It's okay dear, it's just a nightmare."

"What? Yes, just a nightmare, I'm okay now," Nancy mumbled, her eyes half-open, slowly focussing on her mother's face. It looked pale and puffy without her make-up, and her eyes were slightly bloodshot, probably a result of her drinking.

"Well, it's a little early but I might as well get up and make breakfast now," her mother sighed, running a hand through her tangled hair and glancing at the clock. "Come on downstairs when you're ready sweetheart."

Nancy slid her hands beneath her dishevelled nightdress, and felt a cool flush of relief when she found her panties still intact. It really was just a dream, she reassured herself. It was all just a harmless dream.

--

Birch Street was a pleasant, respectable cul-de-sac on the edge of Springfield, the large, detached houses set back from its tree-lined streets, the front gardens neat and well-kept. This morning the April sun heated the driveways and glistened on the windscreens of recently washed cars.

Every weekday morning, Nancy would meet her best friend, Tina, outside her house and they'd take the same route to college. Down to the end of the street past the green, well-trimmed front lawns of their neighbours, left onto Canyon Road, then right at the bakery on the corner, past the junior school, then a small row of shops, the shopping mall and then through the park, finally arriving at Springfield High on the other side of town.

At eighteen, Tina and Nancy were in their last year of high school. Next year, they'd be off to university or, if things didn't go so well, heading out into the real world and looking for work. They'd already talked about renting an apartment together.

"So where's Glen this morning?" Tina asked as they walked, clutching their books to their chests a little tighter and leaning forward a little as they turned the corner by the bakery and felt the chilly spring breeze ruffling their hair.

"Oh, you know what he's like, he's probably overslept," Nancy replied as she stifled a yawn.

"Yeah, I had trouble getting out of bed this morning, myself."

"Late night? Did Rod come over again?" Nancy said, nudging her in the ribs.

"No! I've been having these weird dreams, some creepy guy chasing me."

"Really? I've been having dreams like that too!" Nancy said, spinning to face her.

"You're kidding, right? Is he, like, all gnarly and wearing a green and red-striped sweater?"

"Yes, exactly, and a hat. A fedora? Is that what they call it? And he's got this horrible raspy voice and he's, like, chasing you?"

"Right, and he's got a knife or something in his hand, and he's really freaking crazy?"

"Yeah, but it's not a knife, it's like a weird glove thing with blades instead of fingers."

"Yes, yes, that's right! A glove! That's it exactly!"

"Wow, how weird!"

"Yeah, that is weird! How can we be having nightmares about the same bogey-man?"

"I don't know; maybe we just saw the same horror movie or read the same book or something."

They walked on for a little in silence, Nancy wondering how Tina could possibly be having the same dreams as her. Maybe it was based on someone they knew, or something on the news. 

They were passing the junior school now, the children outside playing in the sunshine behind the wire fence. Some cute eight- or nine-year old girls in plain white dresses were laughing as they played with a skipping rope and something about their chanting made Nancy stop.

"One, two: he's coming for you," they chanted as they spun the rope. "Three, four: lock your door."

"What is it?" Tina said, noticing her friend had stopped.

"Five/six: he's got plenty of tricks," they continued as the rope slapped the ground.

Nancy held her finger up to her lips as she listened.

"Seven, eight: he comes when it's late. Nine, ten: you won't be seen again," the girls continued to chant in their high-pitched, sing-song voices.

"What is it?" Tina asked.

"That song, we used to sing that when we were their age, didn't we? What's it about?"

"I don't know, it's just a silly song, I don't think it means anything."

"Don't you think it's a bit spooky though? The words, I mean?" Nancy said, feeling an icy shiver as they stood in silence trying to comprehend what it all meant as they watched the young girls playing. Now another girl took her place in the middle and they began the chant again.

"One, two: he's coming for you..."

They didn't notice the large, dark figure creeping up behind them.

"Got yah!" a husky voice growled, as they felt rough hands gripping their shoulders.

Nancy spun around, her breath catching in her throat only to find her boyfriend, Glen, standing there, a stupid grin spread across his good-looking face.

"Hey, you guys look like you've seen a ghost," he laughed, flinching as Tina punched his arm.

"You jerk! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Nancy gasped breathlessly, her hand clutching her chest.

"What are you doing anyway? Why are you watching those kids?"

"You know that old song they sing when they're skipping? We were just wondering what the words meant," Nancy answered.

"Come on, you must have heard that story," Glen said, as they resumed their walk towards the college.

"What story?"

"You've never heard the janitor story? I thought everyone around here had heard it. I tell my kid brother every Hallowe'en, he loves it. Nearly pees his pants every time."

"Come on, then."

"Well, years ago, there was this janitor who worked at the college."

"Our college?"

"Yeah, Springfield High. Anyway, I'll keep it short: apparently this guy was trying to start a fire in the boiler. This is in the old days, when the college was heated by a big old wood-burning boiler down in the basement. Anyway, one winter's day, it's early in the morning and there's snow on the ground, and he's desperate to get a fire started. The story goes that he kept trying and trying, but the wood was damp, so after a while he starts to get annoyed. He gets out a big bottle of lighter fluid, you know what that is?"

The girls nodded.

"This stuff's really flammable, right? Anyway, his fingers are numb from the cold and he's fumbling with the bottle and he's getting real angry now, so he crushes the plastic bottle, spraying it all over the wood, but it splashes back onto his sweater. Apparently, he used to always wear this ratty old green and red-striped sweater."

"Go on," Nancy said, exchanging glances with Tina.

"Well, you can see where this is going, right? As soon as he strikes the match, his sleeve catches fire, and he panics and then starts trying to pat it out with his other hand. But as he does this, he spills even more of the fluid over his clothes and then his skin, and in a few seconds he's rolling around on the floor, flames licking his skin, the wool of his sweater melting and clinging to his arms."


A Nightmare on Birch Street Ch. 01



"Oh God, how awful!" Tina exclaimed.

"Yeah, anyways, they find him the next morning and he's all melted and burnt, just like the time I put my sister's Barbie doll in the oven. Of course, I usually stretch it out a bit when I tell Will."

"Gee, so did this really happen?"

"I guess might be some truth in it, but I think it's just one of those dumb ghost stories that kids tell each other at Hallowe'en. You know, they tell each other that his ghost still walks the halls of the school late at night. And whenever something goes missing, they say he stole it. Some people say he haunts their dreams too," he said, as they turned right, through the school gates.

"Yeah, Tina and I were just saying we were having some weird dreams recently."

"Well," he said, as he headed right towards the science building, "if you're having a bad dream, you've just got to tell yourself, it's a bad dream right when you're having it. That works for me."

"Hey, does that mean you're having dreams about him too?" Nancy shouted, but he'd already disappeared around the corner of the old building.

--

"Come on, concentrate! You're supposed to be studying for the test tomorrow," Nancy complained, swatting his hand.

It was the evening and they were sitting on her bed, side-by-side supposedly revising for a geography test, but Glen seemed a lot more interested in what was beneath her skirt than the textbooks. She was still wearing the same white blouse and avocado green skirt that she'd worn to school earlier, and it was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate on the list of state capitals they were supposed to be memorising as Glen's hand slid up and down her leg.

"Come on Glen, you haven't studied at all!"

"I don't need to; I already revised for the test."

"No way! You're a liar, Glen Lantz!"

"Go on then test me," he challenged her. "I'll want a reward if I get it right though."

"Idaho?"

"Boise," he said, grinning smugly.

"Kentucky?"

"Frankfort. Come on, Nancy, how about a little kiss?" he suggested, brushing her dark hair from her neck, and feeling her shiver as his lips brushing the exposed skin.

"Glen! We can't, my mother's just downstairs!" Nancy murmured, her skin tingling hotly wherever his warm lips touched her.

He ignored her protests, one hand sliding around her shoulders as the other continued to slide up and down her thigh, over her skirt.

"Glen," she started to say, but was silenced as he pressed his lips against hers. She opened her eyes in surprise as she felt his tongue slide between her lips. Gosh, it felt so good to have his firm hands roaming over her body! So real and comforting to be held after all the awful nightmares.

Although they'd been going steady for a while, they'd never actually 'done it'. In fact, they'd never even seen each other naked. Partly, that was because they both still lived at home with their parents and it was difficult to get the house to themselves. And partly, it was just the way Nancy had been raised. They'd always been quite a religious family, and since her father died her mother had insisted on church every Sunday.

All the reverend's speeches about heaven and hell, sin and damnation were a long way from her mind now, as Glen's hands squeezed and caressed and stroked her young body. 

"Oh Glen," she moaned as he slid his hand up between her thighs, his strong fingers massaging her mound. "How could it be a sin, when it feels so good?" she wondered as his other hand squeezed one of her pert C-cup boobs through her blouse and he gently nibbled at her earlobe. A lovely warm feeling was spreading out from her thighs now, and Nancy felt herself surrendering to the pleasure as Glen began to slide her skirt up, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her thighs.

They both jumped at the sudden knocking on her door.

"I've got warm milk and cookies!" they heard her mother's voice shout.

Nancy sat up straight, guiltily tugging her skirt down over her knees as her mother bustled in with a tray laden with two glasses of milk, and a small plate of chocolate cookies.

"How are you two getting on? Hard at it, I hope!" she said, smiling cheerily as she placed the tray on the bedside table.

"I wish we were hard at it," Glen mumbled, as he placed his books over the obvious bulge pressing against his jeans.

"Yes, studying hard, Mom, thanks for the cookies," Nancy said, unable to meet her mother's eyes, and hoping her cheeks weren't glowing quite as red as they felt.

"Well, I'll leave you to it then," her mother said as she left and closed the door behind her.

As soon as the door closed, Glen was all over her again, his eager hands tugging at her blouse and skirt, his hungry lips seeking hers.

"Wait, please!" she said, moving away. "We just can't."

"Come on Nancy, you're driving me crazy. You know all our friends are doing it, right?"

"I know, but it's just not safe here. It's not right."

"You know Tina and Rod have been doing it for ages, right?"

Nancy nodded; Tina never seemed to tire of telling her all the different ways she and Rod had been having sex. They seemed to be trying to work their way through all of the combinations of positions in all of the different rooms of her house.

"I know, but it's different for her, you know her parents work late shifts at the hospital so she has the house to herself most nights. And you know what my mother's like, she's always finding a reason to come up here and check up on us. You know, she's visiting my auntie in a couple of months..."

"A couple of months! Are you kidding? Man, you're driving me crazy!" he said, getting to his feet.

"Please Glen, I'm sorry, I really am..." Nancy said, but he'd already gone, and she felt the first hot tears trickling down her cheeks as she listened to his boots thud on the stairs and the front door slamming.

"Everything okay, dear?" she heard her mother call up the stairs.

--

Later, Nancy lay in the darkness unable to get to sleep, still upset at what had happened earlier. She'd always been taught to be the kind of 'good girl' who went to church on Sundays, respected her elders and didn't fool around with boys. But with each passing year, she seemed less like the virtuous 'good girl' and more like a prudish cock-tease, forever condemned to lead Glen on, then slam on the brakes when he got too excited. She was beginning to feel like an outsider, excluded from the club long since joined by all her friends, a little girl surrounded by women.

She kept wondering if that's what was causing all these strange dreams of crazed men pursuing her for sex; maybe it was simply a result of the guilt she felt about denying Glen.

Perhaps Glen was right after all, she thought as she felt herself slowly drifting off to sleep. They were eighteen, after all, and he was right: all their friends were doing it. Did anyone still wait until marriage? It seemed so old-fashioned.

Only yesterday, Tina had told her in an excited whisper, how Rod had 'gone down' on her. Nancy hadn't even known what that meant until Tina had delightedly explained, and in graphic detail. She'd been shocked of course, but when she closed her eyes she found it difficult to get the image of Tina lying back on her bed, legs bent and spread wide apart, a blissful smile on her face as Rod lapped hungrily at her hot thighs. She pictured Tina running her hands through his thick, curly black hair as he spread her pussy lips and explored the moist, swollen folds of her most secret place. How disgusting, she thought, although she couldn't resist sliding a comforting hand between her thighs, gently massaging herself as she wondered how it would feel to have Glen kissing her down there as the night's darkness slowly swallowed her.

A little while later, she awoke suddenly, sitting upright and pulling her duvet up to her chin as she realised there was someone else in her room, a dark shape. She was just about to scream, when it spoke.

"Nancy, don't worry, it's only me, Glen," she heard her boyfriend's reassuring voice say as she felt his weight on the edge of the mattress.

"Glen! What are you doing? You frightened the life out of me," she whispered angrily, slapping his arm.

"Ow! Sorry, I climbed that old birch tree and came in through your window, you left it open. I just wanted to say sorry for earlier, I shouldn't have stormed out like that," he said, reaching over and rubbing her arm tenderly.

"Oh Glen, I know you're frustrated, but I promise I'll make it up to you one day, huh?" she said, shivering a little. It had been colder tonight and she thought she'd closed the window.

"Yeah, I know. Listen, I bought you a present to make up for it," he said, handing her something. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness and she could just about make out that it was a small box, wrapped in metallic red paper that shone when it caught the moonlight.

"Ooh, I love presents. What is it?" she said, listening to it rattle as she shook it.

"Open it and find out," he said. His voice sounded a little different, a little hoarse. She thought she could detect a faint smell of smoke too. Perhaps he'd been experimenting with cigarettes again. 

Nancy quickly tore away the wrapping paper to expose a plain brown cardboard box. Opening the box, she pulled out what looked like two beautiful silver bracelets, the metal studded with small emeralds and engraved with fine writing that looked like Latin. As she pulled them out, she noticed they were linked by a slender chain.

"What are they?" she asked.

"Let me show you. Give me your wrist," he said, reaching out in the semi-darkness. His skin felt rougher than usual, and he seemed to be bigger too.

"They're beautiful, Glen, but why are they linked? They kind of look like handcuffs," she said, feeling the cold metal close around her slim wrist.

"That's because they are handcuffs, sweetie," he said as he stood up and leaned over her, stretching her hands up above her head.

"Wait! What are you doing? Glen!" she pleaded as she heard the metal chain rattling against the bed frame and a bracelet snap over her other wrist. She tried to sit up, but her hands were firmly secured now.

"Glen, what is this, a game? Let me go this instant!" she squealed.

She watched as he reached forward and switched on her bedside lamp, his horribly scarred and burnt face looming over her, lit by its warm yellow glow.

"Surprise!" he exclaimed in his chillingly raspy voice.

"Bastard! Let me go!" Nancy screamed, trying to twist away off the bed, but feeling the chain tighten against the brass frame as she tried to pull her hands free.

He just laughed, a hoarse mirthless cackle, as he yanked the duvet off her bed, and pulled her hips so that she was stretched out, her arms above her head. She shrieked as he sat astride her legs, his weight pinning her to the mattress. Nancy was wearing a long white t-shirt decorated with small pink hearts, and she held her breath as he slowly ran his razor-sharp fingers over the thin cotton, the blades catching the light as he ran the tips over the soft swell of her boobs.

"No, please," she gasped as he slid one of the scalpel-like blades beneath the neck, the hard steel easily slicing through the taut material. He laughed as he ripped the t-shirt open with an erotic tearing sound, the cotton shearing down the centre exposing her pert young breasts.

"Nice tits," he grunted crudely as he eagerly tore at the material until it was completely split open, her young body naked apart from a pair of pink cotton panties, spread out before him.

"No!" she shrieked as he eagerly began to caress her pale skin. Instinctively, she tried to cover her nakedness but she felt her wrists straining helplessly, as the handcuffs rattled against the bedframe.

Even in the dim light, he was hideous, the flesh of his hands and face twisted and scarred. Up this close, he smelt of burning, the distinct smell of fire and smoke clinging to his red and green jumper. Nancy squeezed her eyes shut as she twisted and squirmed, feeling his hot, smoky breath on her bare skin, helplessly trying to escape the attention of his rough fingers, which were sliding up over her ribcage to cup her modest but perky breasts.

She watched, horrified, as a monstrously long, glistening tongue emerged from the dark chasm of his mouth, like a thick, pale pink snake, dripping with saliva. She squirmed as she felt him lapping at her stomach, her armpits and neck like an overly excited dog.

"No!" she gasped, as he licked her face, his thick tongue trying to force its way between her lips. He tried to grab her chin in his scaly hands and force her mouth open, but she clamped it shut and twisted away. 

"Bitch!" he said, then laughed. "No matter, I'll soon be licking the inside of your other lips."

"Please! Stop!" she yelled as he squeezed one of her soft, pale boobs into a tight cone and she watched his squirming tongue lap hungrily at her milky skin. Despite herself, Nancy could feel her body beginning to respond to him and she couldn't suppress a soft moan as he flicked the tip of his tongue over one of her nipples, feeling it tingle and stiffen.

She heard his dry mocking laugh as the rough stimulation caused first one, then the other, of her stubby pink nipples to stand to attention.

"No!" she mewed as his grotesquely long tongue wrapped itself around one of her stiff peaks and squeezed it like a boa constrictor until she shivered with the intense pleasure.

"Enjoying yourself, princess?" he chuckled, as he cruelly squeezed one of the stiff little peaks between a wet thumb and forefinger till she squealed.

Nancy tried to squeeze her thighs tightly together as he slid a hand down over her trim stomach. 

"Such a hot little prick-tease, you're just like your mother," he chuckled as he forced a hand between her thighs and stroked her through her cotton panties.

"My mother? What are you talking about, you sick pervert?" Nancy gasped, trying to deny him by squeezing her legs together.

"All sweetness and innocence on the surface, but get you alone and you're gagging for it, you horny little slut. I can feel how wet you are," he chuckled as his gnarly fingers massaged her mound through her thin panties.

"No! No! Let me go!" she gasped, refusing to accept the truth. All the lewd thoughts of Glen going down on her had left her feeling aroused and now this rough stimulation was making things worse. She shook her head as she felt her warm honey flowing from her swollen lips.

"Quiet! Be a good girl," he hissed as he held the blade extending from his index finger against the smooth skin of her throat, pressing it until she whimpered.

Nancy held her breath as she watched him slowly run the blade down over the smooth curve of her breasts and stomach, the blade cold and hard against her soft, warm skin.

"Please," she sobbed as she watched the blade slide beneath the waistband of her knickers, the cotton resisting briefly to its razor-sharpness before surrendering. His dark eyes glittered as he easily cut through the material, then yanked it free, exposing her pussy, a narrow triangle of dark, tight curls pointing to her prominent, dark pink pussy lips.

"Such a sweet little pussy," he chuckled as her roughly pushed her knees apart and settled between her thighs.

Lifting her head, Nancy could only watch helplessly as his monstrously long tongue unfurled and lapped at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, unable to stop a long, low sigh of pleasure escaping her lips as he began to lick her puffy outer lips. 

"Mmm, your little virgin pussy tastes so sweet," he muttered as she felt his wicked fingers easing her labia apart, exposing the moist, bubblegum-pink inner folds. Then she was arching her back, unable to deny the forbidden, dark pleasure as he lapped hungrily at her juices.

"Yeah, you're loving that, aren't you, slut? You're gonna be begging me to make you cum soon," he insisted, as she felt him forcing her thighs further apart, her hips gyrating as his tongue explored her glistening, pink folds.

"No, please," Nancy mewed her young body writhing as she tugged helplessly at her handcuffs.

"And then we're gonna have some real fun," he said, laughing cruelly as he stroked the large bulge in his dark, grubby trousers.

"No, no," she panted, unable to deny the intensity of the illicit feelings as she felt her orgasm approach, his long animal-like tongue making wet, slurping noises as he hungrily lapped at her silky slit. The steamy pressure in her young body building and building until...

The sudden noise of the alarm clock made her 

jump, her eyes shooting open as she looked around feeling disorientated. She released a long sigh of relief as she found herself alone in the familiar surroundings of her bedroom. She sat upright, stretching drowsily, her arm shielding her face as she was temporarily blinded by the pale morning light streaming through a gap in the curtains. She quickly checked her wrists: no marks from handcuffs, then slid the duvet down, feeling another cool flush of relief as she realised she was still wearing her nightie. She wriggled it up over her warm thighs, and found her panties intact too. Intact, but shamefully moist.

It had seemed so real just a few minutes ago, but it was all just another dream! Or rather nightmare, she mentally corrected herself.

It had certainly felt very real though and had left her feeling quite hot. She couldn't resist sliding a hand between her legs and gently caressing herself. The reverend at her local church said that touching yourself 'down there' was a sin, but she just couldn't help it sometimes. Sometimes it just felt too good to resist.

Gosh, her panties were so wet! Soaked and clinging tightly to her moist, inflamed labia. Her young body was yearning for a little stimulation and she quickly gave into temptation, promising herself she'd just touch herself a little, just for a minute, just enough to scratch that yearning itch deep between her legs.

As she slowly stroked herself, she closed her eyes and wondered what Glen was doing now. He seemed pretty angry last night and she could understand his sexual frustration. Perhaps he was touching himself just like her; lying back on his bed, one arm cushioning his head, as he slowly slid a hand own over his lean, hard contours of his chest. She closed her eyes, conjuring up an image of his athletic body, the firm muscles highlighted by a chink of morning sunlight. He'd be growing hotter as he began to stroke himself, impatiently kicking his thin duvet away to reveal his muscular thighs and his stubby, semi-erect cock.

Nancy had never seen an erection before, not in real life anyway. Although she'd felt Glen's pressing through the taut denim of his jeans often enough, all hot and urgent. And a few weeks ago, Tina had shown her some magazines she'd found in her parent's room and had laughed when she'd been shocked at how big the men's dicks had seemed.

She gently massaged herself through her panties as she pictured Glen caressing himself, writhing hotly as his cock thickened. He'd soon be really hard, like the men in the magazines, his lovely swollen cock pointing at the ceiling, thick drops of pre-cum seeping from the thick purple head and rolling over the hot flesh. He'd be groaning, his eyes tightly shut as he stroked himself, spreading the natural lubricant along his throbbing shaft till it was slick, glistening in the golden sunlight.

She lifted her hips from the mattress, easing the little damp tangle of cotton down over her thighs and kicking them off her legs. Spreading her knees wide, she groaned as her fingers described tight little circles around the centre of her wetness.

Perhaps he'd be thinking about her as he began to stroke himself faster, thinking about all the things they could have done last night if her mother hadn't interrupted. Perhaps he was thinking about how it would feel to fuck her.




A Nightmare on Birch Street Ch. 01



"Fuck me Glen," she whispered, trying out the dirty, forbidden words, feeling a fresh surge of lust as she uttered them.

How would it feel to be fucked by him, she wondered as she lightly stroked her throbbing clit, to feel his lips kissing her breasts? To feel his warm body settling between her spread thighs?

"God, I've wanted to do this for so long," he'd gasp as he slid up over her body, his hot breath on her neck, the swollen head of his cock pressing eagerly against the tight, virginal entrance of her pussy.

She groaned loudly, feeling herself becoming even wetter at the thought of her soft pussy lips yielding to his hardness as he slipped inside her, filling her, satisfying her.

"Yes, fuck me, please," she moaned happily as she slipped a slender finger between her tight lips, her hips undulating against the damp sheets as she stroked herself, feeling herself grow hotter and hotter as she imagined feeling him moving deep inside her, as she wrapped her legs around him.

He'd start slowly, letting her get used to his length, his ample girth but soon they'd begin to move faster, unable to hold back, their bodies demanding satisfaction. Soon her lusty cries would be urging him to fuck her harder, his taut buttocks bobbing up and down between her thighs as their damp bodies slapped together. 

"Oh Glen, fuck me!" she gasped feverishly, two slender fingers frigging her pussy wildly now, faster and faster, all her muscles tensing, her eyes squeezed shut as she got closer and closer. 

She imagined him moving faster and faster, his hot breath against her ear as he thrust harder and harder, pushing her over the edge, forcing her to cum.

"Yes!" she cried happily as she suddenly she was there, her body soaring on a cloud of pure pleasure as her young body thrashed against the mattress.

As her body cooled, and she slowly came down from her ecstatic high, her mind kept returning to something her nightmarish molester had said. What had he meant when he said she was just like her mother? Was he just trying to hurt her or was there something more? Something terrible?



A Nightmare on Birch Street Ch. 02



Part 2

"You want some more coffee, dear?"

Nancy lingered at the breakfast table, running a hand through hair that was still damp from the shower as she thought about her strange nightmare and the conversation she'd had with Tina and Glen the day before. Could the man in her nightmares be the dead janitor?

"No thanks. Hey, yesterday we were talking about something that happened at school back in your day. You went to Springfield High, didn't you?"

"Yes, that's right. So did your father," her mother said as she started to wash up the breakfast things.

"Right, so do you remember an accident involving a janitor?"

They both jumped as her mother dropped a plate, and it clattered against the side of the sink.

"Oops, clumsy me," she said, holding it up to the kitchen window with a shaky hand and examining it for cracks. "What was that, dear? A janitor?"

"Yeah, this would have been maybe twenty years ago."

"Yes, I do remember something, but I think that was after I'd graduated. Didn't it involve the boiler?"

"Yes, an accident with the boiler, exactly."

"Sorry, as I say, I think I'd left by that time. I don't remember anything more than that."

"Oh well, never mind," Nancy said, getting to her feet and kissing her mother's cheek. "I'll see you after school."

--

Walking back from the canteen, Nancy told her friend Tina that she'd had another nightmare, although she omitted the more embarrassing details. They talked over what they knew so far although, in truth, they knew very little. They debated what to do next as they strolled down the corridors, brushing past their fellow students as they passed the trophy cabinets and rows of grey metal lockers. 

"Hey, whatever happened back then, it happened in here," Tina said, pausing next to a door that was labelled "Boiler room, staff only".

"We can't go in there!" Nancy said. "We're not allowed."

"Come on, maybe the current janitor knows something. It doesn't hurt to ask."

"Gee, I don't know," Nancy said, unconvinced.

"Come on, don't be a scaredy-cat," Tina replied, pushing the door and finding it unlocked. "I just want to have a quick look."

Nancy reluctantly followed Tina down a long flight of hard, concrete steps, past a sign that read "No students allowed". Turning the corner at the bottom, they found themselves in a huge, cavernous space. It was sparse and dimly lit but Nancy could make out a row of lockers to her right, some of them open, mops and buckets spilling out. A row of metal shelves in front of her held cleaning materials but most of the space was taken up with a vast, complicated tangle of pipes and boilers that filled the warm, dusty air with an ominous, low, rumbling noise.

"Wow, I never knew this was here," Tina said, peering into the darkness at the complex tangle of pipes.

"Come on, let's go, I really don't think we should be down here," Nancy said, tugging at Tina's t-shirt nervously.

"Hello? Is there anyone down here?" Tina shouted, ignoring her.

From the shadows, a tall, dark figure studied the two girls. They were both attractive; the more confident of the two was blonde, her skin-tight bleached blue jeans hugging the curve of her cute ass, her curly blonde hair grazing the neck of her black Ramones t-shirt. 

The quieter, more nervous one had loosely curled, shoulder-length chestnut-brown hair, and he watched as she followed her friend. Although dressed more conservatively in a buttoned-up white blouse and a knee-length skirt, she was just as good-looking but in a more pretty, girl-next-door way.

"Come on, don't be a wuss, let's look around," Tina insisted.

"Gee, I don't know, it all looks dangerous. We could get burnt or something."

"Can I help you girls?" the man said, stepping into the dim light and causing them both to jump.

He was in his thirties, tall and lean, with black hair slicked back from a lean, angular face and wearing a blue boiler suit covered in oil stains.

"Gosh mister, you scared us!" Tina said, her hand clutching her chest.

"Sorry about that, but you girls shouldn't be down here unescorted, that equipment can be dangerous."

"Told you!" Nancy hissed, digging Tina in the ribs.

"You're the janitor, right? Listen, sorry about barging in, but we're, um, doing a project on heating systems and we hoped you might show us around," Tina improvised.

"Heating systems, huh?"

"Yeah, we're, like, really interested in boilers and... stuff," Nancy confirmed, nodding her head.

"Well, I've got a few minutes, I can show you around. You know, I rarely get visitors down here, and they ain't hardly ever as attractive as you two," he said with a lop-sided grin, and the trace of a southern accent.

Nancy nervously tugged at the hem of her skirt as his eyes lingered over her legs.

"Now the boiler system you're looking at runs on liquefied petroleum gas, or LPG. It's stored right here, he said slapping a large, rounded tank. "Now we actually have four boilers in this system: three for heating water to run through the radiators to heat the school and one to provide all the hot water. Now down here..." he said, as they followed him along a narrow corridor, the walls formed by a tangle of thick metal pipes.

After a few minutes, Nancy tuned out, silently regretting letting Tina talk her into this. 

"Now you may be wondering what happens to all the noxious gases that are produced, like carbon monoxide, that's highly poisonous you know. Well..."

"So how old is this system?" Tina interrupted.

"Well I've only been here five years, but I understand it was put in about twenty years ago."

"Oh, really? What was here before that?"

"I think it was an old solid fuel boiler. You know wood or coal, or both. But between you and me, I heard there was some kind of accident, a serious accident, so it was condemned."

"Oh? So it was taken out and replaced?"

"I could be wrong but I think the old boiler's still there, behind this door," he said walking to the end and banging a thick metal door with his fist, the noise echoing off the metal ducts. Nancy found herself holding her breath as he twisted the handle but it clanked dully, refusing to open.

"Yeah, as I thought, they keep this locked. I'm told it ain't safe back there."

"So you've never been in there?"

"No, nobody goes in there as far as I know. I think it's just a small room with the old boiler."

"So who has a key?" Tina asked.

"I don't know. Maybe the headmaster? I've never asked. Anyway, I wanted to explain the venting system we have here. Now when the gas burns it produces all sorts of..."

"Hey, look at the time!" Tina said, glancing at her watch.

"Yes, um, we've got to get to our next class," Nancy added.

"Oh, you've got to go? So soon?" he said.

"Yes, sorry, we really have to rush, thanks though," Tina said, as they headed back towards the stairs.

"Okay, well you girls are welcome down here any time."

"Yeah, thanks for your time," Nancy said, hurrying after her friend.

"My pleasure. Hey, I'm going to a party later, you girls doing anything?" he shouted after them, his distant voice echoing off the bare walls and metal piping.

"Sorry, we're busy tonight," Tina shouted as they ran up the stairs, her trainers slapping the concrete steps.

--

"Hey, wasn't that janitor guy creepy?" Tina said later, as they headed home along Main Street.

"Yeah, really creepy, almost as bad as the bogey man in our nightmares," Nancy replied.

"I dreamt about him again last night. He's usually just chasing me but this time he caught up and he was, you know, touching me and stuff."

"What, like groping you?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, it was really gross."

"Yeah, I had the same thing. He was on my bed, you know, molesting me," Nancy said, feeling herself blush as she remembered the events of the morning.

"Jeez, I swear it just seems to get worse every night. First, he's chasing me, then he's got his hands all over me, where's it going to end?"

"Yeah, it just feels like he's getting stronger, don't you think?"

They walked on in silence, until they spotted Glen up ahead of them, across the street.

"Hey Glen! Glen!" Nancy shouted.

"I think he's wearing headphones, he's probably listening to that new Walkman he got for his birthday," Tina said as they walked a little quicker.

Glen was walking along, bobbing his head as they caught up with him. He smiled when they caught his attention, slipping off his headphones and walking along with them.

"Pretty cool, huh? I can listen to my music wherever I go," he grinned.

"Listen, have you had any nightmares about that creepy guy recently?" Tina asked.

"Well, now and then. I did dream he was chasing me last night with that evil-looking glove thing."

"Yeah, we were just saying how it seems to be getting worse. Maybe we should do something about it. I can't help thinking he looks like that janitor that died. Do you think this is all connected?" Nancy said.

"Maybe. Maybe we need to find out more about that janitor," he said.

"Yeah, but how?" Tina said.

"Well, I've been thinking. If it was like this big fatal accident, it would have been in the Springfield Courier," Nancy said.

"Yeah, maybe. But where would we find a twenty-year-old copy of the local paper?" Tina asked.

"You know I think they have old copies on micro-fiche in the library. I don't know how far back they go though."

"Let's have a look tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm using these to stay awake tonight," the blonde said, pulling a bottle from the pocket of her denim jacket.

"What are they?" Nancy said peering at the label. They stopped on the corner by the bakery: Glen lived off to the left, Tina and Nancy straight on.

"They're called 'Stay Alert', they're caffeine pills. My father used to take them to stay awake when he was doing that long-distance lorry driving, before he became an ambulance driver."

"So they stop you falling asleep and having horrible nightmares?"

"That's the idea. You want some?"

Nancy nodded and held out her hand, watching as Tina shook a few of the tiny white pills into her palm.

"How about you, Glen?"

"Nah, I'm fine. You can't stay awake forever, right? Anyway, I'm not scared of the bogey man, it's just a dream, right? Catch you tomorrow," Glen said, waving over his shoulder as he turned left, into his street.

"See yah," Tina and Nancy chorused.

--

Glen lingered downstairs, idly flicking through the television channels late into the night as his family disappeared to their rooms, one-by-one. Finally, he dragged himself upstairs and soon collapsed into bed.

He lay awake for a while, watching light and shadow dance across the plain white ceiling as cars drove past the house. This was stupid, he told himself. What was he scared of? It was just a bad dream. It was okay for Nancy and Tina to be scared, they were girls after all. But he was eighteen, virtually a grown-up, he should really be above this kind of thing.

He rolled over and closed his eyes.

It seemed to be only a few minutes later, that he realised something felt wrong. Very wrong.

The first thing he noticed was that his hands were somehow trapped above his head; he could hear a rattling sound when he tried to move them. The second thing was the dark figure straddling his stomach, his scarred, twisted face looming over him, slowly becoming visible as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"Hey! What's going on?" he said groggily.

"Hello, Glen, I think you and I need to have a little chat about Nancy," the man chuckled in his grating voice, his breath stinking of charcoal and ash.

"You leave Nancy alone, you pervert!" he replied, his wrists straining against his bonds.

"She's quite a girl, huh? I had a little fun with her last night. She's got great tits, huh?" the man chuckled.

"Let me go! I'll kick your ass!" Glen said, angrily writhing on the bed, trying to free himself.

"What's the matter, Glen? Oh yes, that's right. You haven't fucked her yet, have you? Never even seen her naked," he taunted. "Well, you really are missing something."

"You fucking bastard!" Glen said, bucking against the bed and trying to throw his tormentor off.

"I tell you Glen, she's got a lovely pussy. As sweet and juicy as a ripe peach, you should have heard her moan when I licked her, she loved it," he chuckled.

"You're a liar! I'm gonna kick your ass, when I get loose, you sick pervert!" Glen shouted, then froze as the man drew the glove close to his face, the metal blades cold against his bare skin.

"Careful Glen, it's not nice to call people names," he said, as he slowly drew the blades along the young man's throat, and down over his chest. Glen held his breath, watching as the dark figure slowly drew the tip down over his naked stomach, then heard himself whimper as the man pressed a little more firmly, etching a thin, red line onto the blank canvas of his skin.

"Just a little reminder to be polite," he growled as he shifted down over the young man's body.

"Careful, please," Glen gasped as he watched the blade slip beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts, easily slicing through the white cotton, perilously close to his cock. Soon his shorts were lying shredded on the floor.

"Well now Glen, this isn't much of a cock is it?" the man chuckled, holding the flaccid shaft between thumb and forefinger, and prodding it with the point of one of the blades.

"Please, don't," Glen whimpered.

"I mean, no wonder Nancy isn't interested in a little thing like this," he said, his lips twisted into a cruel grin. "Maybe we should just cut it off, hmm?"

"No, please!" Glen repeated.

"Of course Nancy's going to be upset when she hears about your little accident. But don't you worry, she's not going to miss it. I'm gonna keep her happy for you. Yeah, I'm gonna keep her nice and warm at night. In fact, I'm heading over there to give her a little goodnight kiss as soon as I've finished with you."

"No! Please! Please!" Glen was shouting desperately as he felt the blade press against the base of his shaft, feeling a hot, burning sensation as the man drew it along his flesh, the blood starting to flow, just a drop at first, then more and more, flowing out of the gash, soaking into the sheets, livid red spilled against the white cotton...

He was diverted from the intense pain by a loud hammering on his bedroom door, and suddenly he was awake.

"Are you okay?" his father said, standing in the doorway, his large frame silhouetted against the landing light.

"What? Oh yeah, yeah," Glen mumbled drowsily.

"You were really screaming, you woke us both up. Probably woke half the neighbourhood too."

"Sorry, I'm fine, it was just a nightmare," he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Okay then, well, I'll get back to bed then," he said.

"Yeah, sorry to wake you, goodnight," Glen said, watching the door close, the room plunged into darkness once more.

Glen switched on his bedside light and looked at his alarm clock. It was 2am. He tugged the duvet down and let out a long sigh of relief as he found his boxer shorts intact, along with their precious cargo. But his relief was short-lived: he frowned as he examined his stomach. He shivered as he ran a finger along the very fine but very real red lines carved into the lean contours of his stomach. He got out of bed and examined himself in the mirror: the three intersecting lines that seemed to form the letter 'F'.

"How could that be?" he wondered, as he ran a hand through his thick, tousled hair. It was just a nightmare. Wasn't it? Perhaps the girls were right, perhaps their bogeyman was getting stronger.

He went back over what had happened. The man had said he was going to see Nancy didn't he? Perhaps he should warn her. No, he definitely needed to warn her, he thought as he quickly pulled on his jeans.

--

The caffeine pills had helped her stay awake until the early hours, but as her clock ticked past 2am, Nancy felt the warm, comfortable numbness of sleep enveloping her tired body. She'd tried to read the same paragraph of her novel at least four times without making it to the end.

Well, she'd given it a go, but as she tried for a fifth time, she could already feel herself surrendering to her drowsiness. 

Hiding in the dark shadows of her psyche, a dark figure waited patiently, his charred lips forming a thin smile as he watched her eyelids droop and her head slump against the pillow. He chuckled softly as he eased the curtains apart a little with a bladed finger, a thin sliver of moonlight falling across her slumbering body.

--

There was a large birch tree in the backyard of Nancy's house, its branches stretching out towards her bedroom window. Once, when he was younger, he remembered using it to climb into Nancy's bedroom when she had been grounded. Back when he was a kid the tree had seemed so much bigger, he thought to himself as he reached up and clutched one of the lower branches and hauled himself up, his trainers scrabbling for purchase against the bark.

He glanced around nervously as he climbed higher, looking up and down the street. There was a full moon shining though a thin, transparent layer of cloud and with the faint amber glow of the street lights, he was worried that he might be seen and mistaken for a burglar or, even worse, a peeping tom. 

He was nearly level with Nancy's bedroom window now, and he started to inch carefully along a thick branch towards it. When he was younger this had seemed easy, but now the branches dipped and swayed perilously as he inched along. After a couple of dangerous wobbles, he was just a couple of feet from her window and able to see through a small gap in the curtains.

At first, he felt a cool rush of relief as he spotted Nancy peacefully asleep but looking closer he saw there was something not quite right. She appeared to have fallen asleep in an odd position, both hands stretched above her head. Easing a little closer, he was shocked as her duvet slid smoothly down, as if pulled by someone he couldn't see, exposing her body clad in a pink, silky pyjama top that stretched down over her thighs. He strained his eyes, peering into the darkness of her room, looking for the hideous, scarred face of their tormentor but could see no one. He was close enough to see her face now; it was creased into a frown, her head rolling from side-to-side, her soft lips silently forming the word "No" as the duvet slid onto the floor.

The further out he inched, the thinner the branch got, and he held his breath as he slid a little closer, nearly close enough to reach the window. Inside, invisible fingers were unfastening her top, one button at a time.

"Leave her alone, you bastard!" he hissed as he watched the silky material being drawn apart, her cupcake breasts glowing palely in the moonlight. He felt a rush of guilty arousal as he watched unseen hands groping her boobs, the soft flesh dimpled as hidden fingers squeezed her boobs into tight cones. He continued to watch helplessly as her elongated nipples hardened, the rose pink buds twisting into tight little peaks as her pretty face creased into a frown.

He had to get close enough to do something! He risked inching a little further, the branch creaking ominously under his weight. Stretching out, he tapped on the window, nearly losing his balance as the ground swayed beneath him.

Nancy looked like she was having the worst nightmare, her body rolling back and forth, her hands trapped above her head, her head thrashing against the pillow. She was naked now apart from a pair of white panties and Glen felt a fresh wave of panic roll over him as he watched them slowly slide down over her hips, drawn by an unseen force.

"No! Nancy! Nancy!" he shouted, banging on the window with his fist. Seeing Nancy naked for the first time was something he'd dreamt about for so long, but not like this! He thumped harder, as her panties slid off her ankles as if they had a will of their own, then disappeared into a dark corner. It could have been his imagination, but he could swear he heard a familiar, raspy laugh as the invisible force yanked her legs open, her most intimate place exposed as she twisted and writhed on the mattress, moist streaks appearing on her skin as he licked her inner thighs.




A Nightmare on Birch Street Ch. 02



"Nancy! Wake up!" he shouted, banging even harder. That bastard was going to fuck her! Unless he did something that monster was going to fuck her right now whilst he watched helplessly. He slid right to the end of the branch and tugged the sleeve of his baggy sweatshirt down over his fist as he wobbled dangerously.

"NANCY!" he screamed as he punched the glass, the window shattering, as the branch dipped alarmingly and he struggled to cling on. 

He felt a rush of relief as his girlfriend suddenly awoke, sitting upright in bed, her eyes wide in shock as she spotted him through the broken pane. 

"He was attacking you," Glen said.

She looked confused for a few seconds staring down at her nakedness. Then there was a look of understanding followed by relief as she pulled her top closed and tugged the duvet back up modestly.

"Thanks," she said.

"What's that noise? Are you okay, Nancy?" he heard her mother shout.

With a loud splintering noise, the branch finally gave way, and Glen suddenly found himself falling, disappearing from sight just as the silhouette of Nancy's mother appeared in the doorway. Luckily, he caught the branch beneath on the way down, breaking his fall. He scurried away into the night, as Nancy's mother rushed over and examined the broken window.

"What on earth happened?" she asked Nancy.

"I don't know, I was woken up by a loud crash," the girl said, still holding the duvet up to her chin.

"How strange! I guess that old branch fell off, and caught the window on the way down," her mother said, peering carefully through the jagged shards of glass whilst clutching at her dressing gown.

"Yeah, that must be it, I mean it's quite an old tree," Nancy agreed. "It's a warm night; let's just draw the curtains and look properly when it's daylight, huh?"

--

Tina glanced at her watch and groaned. It was a quarter past eleven which meant that she was only fifteen minutes into her English literature lesson, she'd been sure more time had passed. It had been a strange morning so far. She hadn't seen Nancy or Glen on the way into school and she kept worrying that something had happened to them last night.

Her plan had worked; she hadn't slept at all last night and so had been spared any more disturbing nightmares. The caffeine pills had been as effective as she'd hoped, but now she was suffering for it, feeling sleepy even though it was still mid-morning.  

The lesson wasn't helping her to stay awake. They'd been studying "A Midsummer Night's Dream" for a few weeks and now they'd finally got to the end, her teacher, Mrs Windsor was insisting they analysed the book's conclusion.

She tried to pay attention as one of her classmates read the beginning of Puck's final speech:

"If we shadows have offended,

Think but this, and all is mended,

That you have but slumber'd here

While these visions did appear."

"So what's Puck saying here? Anyone?" Mrs Windsor asked.

"Is it something about pretending to be asleep?" the girl next to her asked.

"Well, yes, but let's go through this line-by-line. 'If we shadows have offended', what does that mean? He's saying if you haven't enjoyed the show, isn't he? Do we all understand that?"

"Man, this is boring," Tina thought as she played with her pencil.

She was starting to feel even more drowsy. It didn't help that she was sitting next to the radiator, which was giving off a pleasantly warm glow. She felt her eyelids droop as she tried to concentrate on the textbook in front of her the words on the page beginning to swim and blur.

Some movement caught her eye, snapping her awake. The door to the classroom was inset with a small pane of safety glass, and she watched a figure dart past. It was Nancy! Her friend glanced over at Tina as she passed, a look of dread in her large brown eyes. Seconds later, the strange freak from their dreams appeared, grinning lewdly at Tina as he followed Nancy down the hall.

The teacher and the rest of the class seemed not to notice as Tina leapt to her feet, and ran out into the hall just in time to see the man turn right, disappearing down the steps towards the basement.

Without thinking, she rushed down the stairs, her sneakers squeaking on the bare concrete steps. It was as gloomy as she remembered at the bottom, a single, bare light bulb swinging from the ceiling, struggling to light the huge space. 

"Nancy?" she said, peering into the gloominess as she listened for a reply.

"Tina? I'm down here, help me!" she heard Nancy reply, her voice distant and coming from the tangle of heating ducts to her left.

"I'm coming, is he here?" the blonde said as she bent her head, and crept along the gantry between the complex tangle of pipes. 

"No, it's just me, he tied me up but I don't know where he is. Please hurry!" the voice said.

Tina scurried along the walkways, following the sound of Nancy's voice. Turning left at another junction, she could just make out a dark shape about forty yards away.

"Quickly, he's tied me to this pipe! I'm so scared, help me, Tina!" Nancy said.

"Hold on, nearly there," Tina said, although something about the voice made her pause. Although it superficially sounded like Nancy, her friend wasn't normally the type to panic or beg for help.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine, but please hurry!" the voice insisted.

Was this a trap? Her doubts grew as she moved closer to the dim figure at the end of the passage. Was Nancy that tall? She'd got to within a few yards when she realised the awful truth.

"Hey listen, I think it's best if I go and get help," she said, trying to keep her voice even and not betray her anxiety.

"Please, help me! I'm right here!" the figure insisted.

"No, I'm going to get Glen, I'll be right back," she said, starting to walk backwards.

"You're not going anywhere bitch," the man said, suddenly lurching forward. She shuddered, her teeth on edge as he dragged the blades of his glove along the metal pipes producing a nauseating, high-pitched scraping sound like fingernails on a blackboard.

"No!" she squealed, as she turned and ran back the way she came, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt the panic consume her.

"Come back here!" he screamed as he chased her. 

"I just want to have a little fun!"

"No, please!" she sobbed as she ran. Was it left or right at the next turn? She jinked right, ducking her head to avoid the low-hanging metalwork.

On and on she ran through the maze of pipes, her heart thumping as she heard his boots clattering on the metal gantry behind her, his rasping voice laughing and mocking her.

She felt a cool surge of relief as she found herself back at the foot of the stairs.

"Just a little further, nearly back to daylight and safety," she thought.

But as she started up the stairs, his maniacal laughter echoing around the basement, she quickly realised something was wrong. The concrete steps seemed to soften as she ran up them, each one more yielding than the last. By the time she was halfway up, they had a muddy feel, and she was struggling to keep her balance. She panted, having to pull each foot free now as the steps became like marshmallow, sucking at her feet. She whimpered as the muscles in her legs ached, hearing him close behind her now, as she struggled to pull her feet free.

"No! Please!" she cried as she felt his hands clutching her. Her feet were stuck, right up to her calves and she reached out placing her hands on the steps as his weight pressed against her from behind.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to play with your old friend?" he laughed as he wrapped one arm around her stomach and held the wickedly sharp blades of his glove in front of her face. 

"Let me go! Please!" Tina whimpered, shivering as she felt his hot, smoky breath on her neck.

"I just want to have a little fun," he laughed, as he ran a hand up over her body and crudely groped her breasts.

"Leave me alone, you creep!" she screamed, struggling as she felt him pulling at her t-shirt.

"Hold still! I wouldn't want to cut those gorgeous tits of yours," he said, as used one of the blades to slice through the white cotton of her white t-shirt, slicing through the large black letters that spelled out "Choose Life".

"Stop, please," she gasped, as she watched him slide the blade between the cups of her white bra, her breasts springing free with a deft flick of his wrist.

"Great tits, you know I think they're even better than your friends'," he chuckled as he eagerly ripped open her t-shirt and brassiere.

"Please, no," she mewed as his rough hands crudely groped her plump young boobs and she felt his body press against hers, feeling his steely hardness rubbing against her bottom through her jeans.

"Yeah, you understand what men want, huh? You're such a horny little bitch, much hotter than that tight-assed little virgin friend of yours," she heard him grunt as his blackened, scarred fingers tugged at the belt of her jeans.

"No, please!" she mewed as she felt it loosen.

"You know, I was gonna wait till tonight to finish you and your friends off but you're so hot, I think I'm gonna fuck you right here," he chuckled hoarsely as his scarred fingers pulled open her jeans and began to wriggle them over her rounded hips.

She looked around anxiously, desperate for a way out as she felt the denim sliding over her bottom. Beside her, a pipe clung to the wall, disappearing up into the ceiling. She reached out and found it hot to the touch. 

"No, no!" she gasped as she felt him wriggle her jeans over her hips. In desperation, she reached out and grabbed the hot pipe.

She screamed as the hot metal burnt her hand, screamed and screamed at the hot, stinging pain, but grimly held on despite all her instincts to pull away until the pain overwhelmed her and she blacked out.

--

The rest of the class spun around and stared at her as she screamed.

"No, no!" Tina screamed, her eyes squeezed shut, her arms flailing wildly.

"Tina, wake up, wake up!" Mrs Windsor shouted, rushing over to the sleeping girl and shaking her by the shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"What? Mrs Windsor? Where am I?" Tina said groggily. "Ow, my hand!"

"Let me see," her teacher said. "Yes, that looks quite nasty; you must have burnt it on the radiator."

"Yes, the radiator," Tina repeated, groggily.

"Cherry? Can you take Tina to the sick bay please?"

--

At lunchtime, the three friends gathered in the canteen and shared what had happened to them over the last twenty-four hours. Glen told them about how he'd been attacked in the dead of night, and how he'd tried to warn Nancy. Nancy had explained what had happened to her, and that she'd been late to school because she'd been helping her mother clear up and find a glazier to replace her window. Tina told them about her traumatic experience after falling asleep in class.

"I'm sure he's getting stronger," Nancy said, shaking her head.

"Yes, he's beginning to actually leave marks on our bodies," Glen said, lifting his t-shirt to show them the thin scars on his stomach.

"Gosh! Is that an 'F'? What does that mean?" Nancy said.

"I've been wounded by him too," Tina said, rubbing the sore red burn mark on the palm of her hand.

"He seems to be getting stronger and more violent. We've got to stop him," Nancy said.

"Well, to stop him we've got to find out more about him, find out who he is and what he wants," Tina replied.

"You're right, and we've got to work fast. I'll meet you in the library after class. Maybe we'll find something in the old newspaper archives," Nancy replied. 

--

At the back of the library was a small room with a desk containing the school's microfiche viewer, and several grey metal cabinets full of archived local and national newspapers. Tina ran her finger along the labels until she found the drawer labelled 'Springfield Courier'.

"How far back shall we go?" she said, sliding the drawer open and finding hundreds of tiny films neatly categorised by year. 

"The janitor said the old boiler was condemned about twenty years ago, which would be 1964. Maybe we should start with 1963 and work forwards," Nancy replied.

The Courier was a weekly paper; Tina pulled out the stack of fifty-two films relating to 1963. Each film was a thin, transparent slide containing a matrix of images, each one a tiny copy of a newspaper page. She slid the film into the viewer, where it was lit by a bright light, its magnified contents shown on the screen.

She worked quickly, skimming the text on each page as Nancy looked over her shoulder. After about twenty minutes, they hadn't found any mention of a suspicious death in the school's basement, and they started on the 1964 slides.

They found nothing until they got to the edition for Friday, 10 April.

"Aha!" Tina exclaimed as with growing excitement they read the front-page article under the headline "Janitor Fatally Injured in Accident at Springfield High":

"An investigation is underway after the body of janitor Fred Krueger was discovered in the basement at Springfield High School early on Friday morning. Police officers and paramedics were called in by a member of staff but Mr Krueger was pronounced dead at the scene.

Mr Krueger, 25, was said to be popular with the staff and students at the college and had been janitor for two years. The detective in charge has said that his death is currently being treated as accidental, and has urged anyone who saw Mr Krueger on Wednesday evening to come forward. Several students are helping the police with their enquiries."

"At least we have a name now: Fred Krueger!" Nancy said.

There was a picture above the story, a crowded black-and-white image of police, teachers and students watching as a sheet-covered body was wheeled towards a waiting ambulance on a gurney.

"Hey, isn't that your mother?" Tina asked, her tired eyes picking out a face in the crowd.

"It can't be. Mom said she'd already graduated by '64. It does look like her though," Nancy replied, a puzzled expression on her face as she looked closer. "Isn't that your father next to her?"

"Where? Oh yeah. You're right, it does look like him. It's funny, he's never mentioned it," Tina said. "Let's keep reading and see if there's anything else."

There was nothing in the next edition but in the one after that, they found a small article on page six:

"A verdict of accidental death has been recorded at the inquest of a janitor who died recently. Twenty-five year old Fred Krueger had been janitor at Springfield College for two years. The county medical examiner has determined that his death was caused by extensive burns as a result of a tragic accident involving the school's heating system.

The head of Springfield College described Mr Krueger as a dedicated and hard-working colleague, who will be much missed. It's thought that Mr Krueger was an orphan, but police have encouraged anyone with information regarding his surviving relatives to come forward."

"So it's a real story, this definitely happened," Tina said as they finished reading.

"Yeah, although it might have raised more questions than it answered. Does the 'F' on Glen's stomach stand for 'Fred'? And why did my mother lie about being there?"

"Yeah, and why did my parents never mention it? You'd have thought that kind of accident would stick in peoples' minds."

"By the way, did you notice the date he died? It's exactly twenty years ago today! Tonight is the twentieth anniversary of when he died!"

"It can't be!" Nancy exclaimed, but when she looked back at the first article she saw Tina was right.

"He's sure to try something later; I'm sure he said something about it all finishing tonight!"

"I think you're right, the nightmares have been getting worse and worse. What are we going to do?"

"My parents are out at work tonight and I think whatever happens, it's safest if we're all together. I'm walking home with Glen tonight, so I'll tell him to meet us at my place."

"Right, good idea. I'll see you around nine o'clock. I want to have a word with my mother first. I'm sure there's something she's not telling me."



A Nightmare on Birch Street Ch. 03



"Good day at school, dear?" Nancy's mother asked, as they ate their dinner at the kitchen table. 

"Yeah, fine. Hey, can I sleep over at Tina's tonight? Her parents are away and she said she doesn't want to be alone," Nancy said. She didn't like lying to her mother, but it was at least partially true.

"Yes, fine," her mother replied, as she finished her wine.

She'd been wondering when it was best to ask her mother about the photograph. After she'd had a couple of glasses of wine, when she was more relaxed? But she had to go over to Tina's later, so perhaps it would be best to do it now.

"Mom, do you remember we were talking the other night? About that poor janitor who died in that accident?"

"At High School, back before you were born?" her mother said, as she collected Nancy's plate and carried it over to the sink.

"Yeah, you said that it happened after you graduated. But we were looking through the archives today, and we found out it happened in '64. You were still at the college then, right?"

"Are you sure it was '64? Maybe I graduated the year before. Do you want desert? I've got some jello in the fridge or..."

"No, we're sure, there's a photograph of his body being taken out to an ambulance, and I saw your face in the background."

"Really? Well it was a long time ago, my memory is wasn't it used to be, sweetie," her mother said as she got to her feet. "Now, there's some cheesecake here that needs to be finished..."

"Mom, please, this is important! I think it's connected to the nightmares I've been having!"

Nancy watched as her mother slowly closed the fridge door and turned to face her. She suddenly looked pale and old, as if feeling the full weight of all the years since it happened.

"You're seeing him in your nightmares too? Gosh, I'm so sorry, dear," she said, slowly sitting back down.

"Please, Mom, if you know something please tell me."

"Listen, before I tell you, I want you to know that I didn't mean for it to happen like this, alright? None of it."

"Please, just tell me," Nancy said, reaching out and clasping her mother's hand, wanting to know the truth and yet fearing it at the same time.

Her mother took a deep breath then started to speak: "Okay, it all started back before you were born. I'd been going steady with your father, but we'd had this big, silly argument and had temporarily split up. A friend of mine told me he'd been seeing someone else, so I decided to date someone else too. The janitor, Freddy Krueger had asked me out a few times, and after we split up, I finally agreed."

"You dated Freddy Krueger!" Nancy said, her eyebrows shooting up over her forehead.

"Yes, only for a little while. He was a little bit older, twenty-five but so charming and good-looking. Anyway, the night he died, it was very cold for April. There'd been a freak snowstorm and he'd decided to spend the night at the school, so he could keep the boiler going through the night and stop the water pipes freezing. He had a little camp-bed set up in the boiler room, it was quite cosy really."

She took a sip of her wine before she continued.

"At first, Freddy had been quite sweet and romantic, but I soon became aware that he could be a little rough sometimes. He also liked, oh my, how can I put this? He liked to hold me down sometimes or..."

"He liked to tie you up? He liked bondage?" Nancy offered, remembering her nightmares and desperately trying not to picture her mother in the same situation.

"Yes, exactly," her mom said, looking relieved, that her daughter understood. "Anyway, that night, that's what happened. I didn't like it as much as him, and he seemed to be getting more extreme each time I saw him so I remember feeling a little shaken as I walked home. I was feeling a little upset, wondering whether I wanted to carry on dating him because it just seemed to be about, you know, the sex we never really went out to dinner or to a movie."

"Anyway, I remember it was bitterly cold, it had started snowing and I must have been looking upset because as I crossed Main Street a car pulled up beside me, and your father got out and asked if I wanted a lift. He'd been out to a bar, actually several bars, with Mitch Gray and Jeff Lantz; they were in the car."

"Wait, this is Mr Gray, Tina's father and Mr Lantz is Glen's father?"

"Yes, so your father sees I'm a bit upset and starts asking what's wrong. He knew I'd been dating Freddy, so he starts saying has he hurt you? Your father could be quite jealous and over-protective sometimes. Then he sees the marks on my wrists; they were a bit red from where Freddy had tied me up, so your father suddenly starts asking if I'd been assaulted, if he'd forced himself on me. I'm saying of course not, don't be silly, but he just completely gets the wrong end of the stick and starts ranting about how he' s going to teach Freddy a lesson about how to treat girls. You've got to believe me, when I tell you that I tried to stop him, but he was just so drunk and spoiling for a fight. I just couldn't talk to him. You do believe me, don't you?"

"Of course, I remember daddy could be quite stubborn," Nancy said, squeezing her mother's hand reassuringly as she began to sob.

"So they roared off into the night, and I went home hoping they wouldn't do anything stupid, and I didn't hear the rest of the story until I spoke to your father the next day, " her mother said, as she got a tissue out of her pocket and started dabbing at her moist eyes. "He told me they went to the school to confront Freddy and found him down in the boiler room. He swore to me that they'd just meant to push him around a little, teach him some manners."

Nancy waited quietly, as her mother took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She was sobbing almost continuously now, the carefully constructed barricades that had confined her darkest secrets for decades now splintering and breaking apart, and her emotions spilling out

"He told me that Freddy just laughed at them, telling them to go home their parents, that they couldn't handle their drink. He told my father that I'd started going out with him because he couldn't satisfy me in bed, which of course wasn't true. Anyway, Don got more and more angry and with his friends urging him on he started shoving Freddy around. Soon, they were swinging at each other and Don told me he connected with a lucky, drunken punch that knocked Freddy backwards. He said he stumbled and hit his head against the edge of the boiler."

"Oh God, is that how he...?"

Her mother nodded miserably, her shoulders shaking with a fresh round of sobbing she dabbed at her eyes with the soggy tissue.

"Yes, he told me they just stood there in silence, feeling stunned and not sure what to do. Then Mitch knelt down and checked for a pulse, but couldn't find one. He said there was blood running from Freddy's ear. And then Jeff, who was never good under pressure, started panicking and talking about how they were all going to go to jail for the rest of their lives. So Mitch tells him: shut up, nobody's going to jail, we just need to make it look like an accident. Then one of them, I don't remember who, finds the lighter fluid and some matches and suggests they...," her mother took another breath, determined to finish the story, "Suggests they burn the body."

"Oh God, no!" Nancy said, her hand covering her open mouth as she realised the full extent of the horror.

"So that's what they do, they drench his body with lighter fluid and set poor Freddy alight, then they run out of the school and back home."

"That's horrible! But I don't understand, didn't the police find any evidence? Weren't they suspected? Weren't you suspected?"

Her mother shook her head.

"The police weren't very thorough back then. I remember they were badly under-staffed. And, as it turned out, nobody saw them at the school, but just about everyone remembered seeing them out drinking that night. The Springfield Bulls had won so the bars were packed that night. And because, the body was so badly burnt, there was no real evidence in the boiler room. They talked to me, but accepted he was still alive when I left him. They estimated that he died around midnight, and plenty of people saw me heading back home long before that."

She took another sip of wine.

"Freddy didn't have many friends and no family so after a couple of weeks everyone just assumed it was a tragic accident and moved on. I guess your father and I were sort of brought back together by a shared secret that we agreed never to talk about. We were married less than a year later, then you were born the year after that," she concluded, as she finished her wine.

"Do you ever think about Freddy?"

"I sometimes have nightmares about him. Terrible nightmares where he says he wants revenge and he's going to make me pay one day. He sometimes says death would be too easy, and he really wants me to suffer."

"Suffer how?"

"I don't know, he just says that some things are worse than death."

"Is that why you drink so much?"

"Yes, I guess it is, the drinking helps me sleep sometimes," her mother sniffed.

"I'm sorry," Nancy said, getting up and wrapping her arms around her mother's shoulders.

"So am I, I'm just so terribly sorry," her mother sobbed.

--

"Well, this feels weird," Glen concluded, as he stared at the ceiling of Tina's bedroom.

It was late in the evening and all three of them were lying fully clothed on top of Tina's bed. She had quite a large bed but Nancy, stuck in the middle of her two friends, was still finding it quite a squeeze. She'd felt guilty about leaving her mother alone, but Tina was right, it was better they were all together tonight. 

"Come on, we all agreed on this plan. Realistically, we all have to get some sleep tonight, so let's go to sleep at the same time, holding hands and see if we can't meet up in our dreams. Try and picture the school entrance as you drift off to sleep," Tina said.

"Tina's right, we know he's been getting stronger and we can be sure he's going to try something tonight, the twentieth anniversary of his death. It's better if we take on Freddy together, as a team," she added.

"Alright then, let's see if we can get some sleep, it's already eleven o'clock," Glen said, glancing over at the clock as he switched off the bedside lamp.

He closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing, it was difficult though. The thought of a final confrontation with Freddy and putting Nancy in harm's way made him feel nervous and edgy, and as he listened to the girl's deep, even breathing he struggled to relax.

--

Nancy felt herself drifting off, her body slowly sinking into the soft folds of sleep.

The next thing she knew she was standing outside the main entrance of Springfield High.

"Tina? Tina?" she shouted. It was cold and empty in front of the dimly lit main entrance, and it grew darker as some clouds obscured the moon. A cold wind swirled around the open space, sweeping litter along the concrete steps. She shivered, goose bumps forming on her bare arms and she regretted wearing only a thin, short-sleeved blouse.

"Tina! Glen?" she shouted, but again there was no reply. Perhaps they were still awake, she thought. She skipped up the steps, figuring that it wouldn't hurt to wait just inside the main doors, out of the breeze.

After a few minutes, she heard it: a short, piercing scream that echoed down the empty corridors.

"Tina? Is that you?" she shouted.

She waited, holding her breath as she listened for a reply, unsure of what to do next. Should she press on, and see what the noise was? Or wait here, as they agreed? If only Glen was here.

Another scream, propelled her into action, and she found herself jogging down the hallway and pushing open the door to the boiler room.

"Glen, are you there?" she shouted back down the corridor. "Glen!"

She waited silently, hoping that he'd answer, still caught between pressing on and waiting. After a couple of minutes, she decided she'd better check that Tina was safe and nervously started down the stairs.

"Tina! Tina! Where are you?" she shouted as she took the stairs on at a time.

"Tina, Tina!" she shouted as she reached the bottom and edged forward towards the dark tangle of metal pipes.

Peering into the darkness, she failed to notice the dark figure stealthily creeping up behind her.

"You're just in time for our little reunion," she heard him chuckle as he grabbed her and pressed a damp wad of cotton tightly over her mouth, holding her wriggling body tight until a blanket of unconsciousness swept over her.

--

As his friend's breathing became slow and even, Glen was aware that they were already asleep and probably already wandering around Freddy's nightmarish dreamscape without him. But the more he told himself that he really must get to sleep soon, the more tense he got and the more difficult it became. He sighed as he turned over again and tried to empty his mind.

--

Nancy regained consciousness slowly. Her head thick, her vision blurred, her nostrils filled with a nasty, chemical odour. The first thing she noticed was the heat. It was a really hot, humid atmosphere and she could feel drops of perspiration prickling her forehead but when she tried to brush them away she found she was unable to move her hands, the jingling noise indicating that her wrists were handcuffed together behind her back. Her ankles, too, seemed to be shackled to the chair's legs.

Everything started to come into focus but agonisingly slowly, like she was waking from a very deep sleep. It was dark in the basement; there was a little light coming from a dingy bare light bulb but most of the light and a fierce heat came from the old boiler on her right. The large black iron doors were half-open and the fierce orangey-yellow flames cast flickering shadows around the gloomy space.

She slowly looked around; the soot-streaked walls and bare concrete floors were crowded with unusual devices and tools that looked to Nancy like medieval torture implements, a huge variety of chains, manacles and whips.

It took Nancy a while to realise what was right in front of her. It was Tina, but she looked quite different. She was completely naked and sitting astride what looked like an old vaulting horse from the gym that had been lowered by sawing off half of the wooden legs. 

Looking closer, Nancy could now see that her hands were manacled, her mouth gagged and her bare legs were bent back and strapped to the sides as if she were sitting astride a horse.

She knew he was behind her before he spoke, the smell of wood smoke and the icy shivers running down her neck gave him away. Reluctantly, she looked around and noted that for once he wasn't wearing that awful glove; instead a small silver key dangled from a slim silver chain around his neck.

"Ah, finally awake, huh?" he cackled, his scarred lips next to her ear as she tried to twist away. "You're just in time. Your friend's gonna put on a little show for us."

"What have you done to Tina? Please don't hurt her, please," Nancy said.

"Hurt her?" he said, then laughed, his voice a hoarse, dry cackle. "I'm not going to hurt her, a least not yet. No, we've got all night and your horny little friend is about to have the time of her life."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know what a remote controlled vibrator is?" he asked as he held a black box up in front of her. It looked a little like a TV remote control but with fewer buttons.

"No," Nancy said, although she could guess.

"Well, let me explain. Recently on one of my little scouting trips around the school, I found a sex toy in the desk of one of the female teachers. You know Mrs Higgins the religious instruction teacher? Apparently, she's not as pious as everyone thought. Well, that little toy is strapped to the vaulting horse, right between your friend's legs," he said. "It took me a while but I managed to connect it up to this remote control that I borrowed from an engineering class. It was a labour of love and I've been dying to try it out."

"You're such a disgusting pervert," Nancy hissed.

He laughed as he flicked the switch with his thumb. In front of them, Tina let out a long, low moan, her body tensing. Her legs were tightly strapped,

--

Tina felt groggy and fuzzy-headed as she slowly became aware of her surroundings. She was in a pool of light, and off to her left she could see two blurry shapes moving in the semi-darkness but couldn't make out who they were.

She quickly realised she was naked; she could feel the fierce heat from the open boiler against her bare skin. It was also apparent that she was gagged and tightly bound. Looking up she could see her wrists were manacled, the chains disappearing up into the darkness of the ceiling forcing her to arch her back, her naked boobs jutting out. Looking down, she noted that her legs were bent at the knees and strapped tightly to wither side of what looked like an old vaulting horse. Her vision was still quite blurry and she struggled to focus on the white, cylindrical object between her spread thighs, partly inset into its surface. 

She realised what it was as it began to vibrate, sending hot electric tingles through her bare thighs. Her shocked gasps were muffled by her gag as she struggled against her bonds, the chains jingling. Although she'd been tied tightly there was still a little give in the ropes and she found that if she strained her thigh muscles she could lift her hips an inch or two and get a little relief from the infernal buzzing. After a few seconds tough, her thigh muscle began to burn then ache painfully and she'd had to relax, moaning loudly as she felt the buzzing toy press against her pussy once more.

It was like torture, the short periods of relief becoming shorter and shorter as her muscles ached, and every time she settled back down her pussy was a little more sensitive, her body a little more aroused, the pleasure a little more intense.

Soon she felt herself surrendering to the delicious sensations, unable to deny how god it felt, her hips undulating as she began to rub herself against the wicked toy, riding the vibrations.

--

"You see how much your hot little friend's enjoying herself?" he chuckled as he eased the switch a little higher bringing a fresh round of moaning from his captive.

"You sick bastard," Nancy said, although she couldn't deny that Tina seemed to be enjoying the subtle stimulation.

Nancy heard him laugh cruelly as he operated the remote with one hand, whilst crudely squeezing her breasts through her blouse with the other. With her hands tightly cuffed, Nancy could only watch as Freddy tormented her friend, his thumb easing the slider up and down as Tina writhed and groaned in front of them.

"She's such a horny little tart, look at how much she's enjoying it," he said, his acrid breath warm against her ear as he impatiently tugged at the buttons of her blouse.

Reluctantly, Nancy had to concede he was right, it was clear now that Tina, her hands and legs firmly bound was surrendering to the intense sensations. Her blonde hair, which was usually perfect and neatly tucked behind her ears had fallen over her face, the fine strands sticking to her damp forehead. Her blue eyes were dull and unfocussed, making it look she was trapped in her own little world of feverish pleasure.

"I think it's time to finish your friend off, don't you?" she heard him chuckle as he tugged a slim chain from the pocket of his grubby brown trousers and dangled it in front of her. It was silver with a tiny clasp at each end.

"What is it, you sicko?" Nancy asked.

"You've never seen nipple clamps before? You really are the sweet little virgin, aren't you? It's my own design, see how they tighten when you tug at them," he chuckled, demonstrating them to her by attaching one to the end of his finger and pulling at it.




A Nightmare on Birch Street Ch. 03



"You're so sick," Nancy said, shivering.

"Aw, don't be jealous. You'll get your chance to try them later," he said, grinning at her.

Nancy watched as he stood behind Tina who, lost in her own world, barely noticed him until he slid his hand up over her stomach to cup her generous boobs. She threw her head back and moaned loudly into her gag as his gnarly fingers patiently coaxed her nipples into tight little peaks. 

"Oh yeah, you're loving my little toy, aren't you?" he cackled, his thin lips next to her ear as he groped her.

"Nnn," she groaned, as his coarse fingers roughly groped her breasts.

"And now I've got another little toy for you to try," he said, laughing as his cruel fingers pinched and twisted her tight little buds and her moans turned to squeals of pain.

"Nnnn, nnn," Tina gasped, shaking her head as he held the chain up in front of her, the wicked little clamps glinting in the dim light. She struggled but with her hands still chained and stretching up towards the darkness of the ceiling, she was helpless to stop him attaching them. 

He laughed wickedly as he gently tugged at the chain and the fierce little clasps tugged at her ultra-sensitive teats, sending hot electric sparks of pain and pleasure through her tightly bound body. He grinned at Nancy as he adjusted the speed again, the buzzing becoming even higher-pitched, the chains rattling as Tina's tortured body rolled and squirmed, the chain swinging between her jiggling boobs causing the clamps to tug at her swollen nipples.

Nancy kept telling herself she should look away and spare her friend's humiliation but something about the erotic spectacle compelled her to watch Tina's tormented young body twisting and shuddering as she slowly ground her thighs against his wicked machine. It was increasingly obvious that Tina was well on her way to orgasm now, as her anguished moans got louder and louder.

Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing ragged as Freddy playfully flicked at the nipple clamps with a crooked finger.

"That's it, come for me you little slut," she heard Freddy insist, tugging at the silver chain that swung between her boobs whilst turning the vibrator up to its highest setting as her body jerked and twisted unable to escape the intense sensations. 

"Ooo gggg," she screamed as she came, her sobbing gasps coalescing into one long wail as her muscles tensed, her body thrashing and jerking as Freddy laughed cruelly.

Nancy had hoped for her friend's sake that that would be the end of her ordeal, but her heart sank as she watched Freddy unfasten the bindings and pull her onto shaky legs as he loosened her chains. He repositioned her so that she was bent over at right angles, her tightly bound hands resting on the end of the vaulting horse, her mouth still gagged.

"Spread your legs, let me see that pussy," he ordered, slapping her bare buttocks.

"Good girl, that's it nice and wide. You're desperate for some cock, aren't you, slut?" he cackled as he watched Tina reluctantly shuffle her feet apart as he fumbled impatiently with his trousers.

Nancy couldn't stifle an audible gasp as he pulled his monstrously long cock from his grubby trousers, as hard and thick and knobbly as the sawn-off lengths of tree branches stacked by the boiler.

"Don't worry, there's plenty for both of you," he laughed wiggling his hips and making it sway back and forth as he caught her watching him. Nancy twisted her head away in disgust.

"Oh yeah, I've been waiting for this for a long time," as he eased his length into Tina's still wet pussy, her friend gasping and shuddering as her pussy lips stretched to accommodate his broad girth. "Nothing feels as good as a nice juicy pussy."

"Nnn, nnn!" Tina moaned, struggling against her bonds.

"Fuck, yeah!" he grunted as he eased himself fully inside her. Nancy was unable to stop herself turning back, watching her friend's eyes open wide as he slowly eased into her inch-by-throbbing-inch.

She knew she should look away but just couldn't help watching as Freddy began to slide his lengthy dick in and out of Tina's defenceless pussy. He winked at her as he began to speed up, thrusting a little harder and drawing a series of harsh, sobbing moans from his victim.

"Yeah, I've been waiting to fuck and your little friend here for twenty years," he said, running a hand through Tina's glossy blonde hair. Grabbing a thick handful, he yanked her head back roughly as he thrust even deeper, forcing her to squeal loudly into her gag.

She could hear the sound of their moist bodies slapping together as he gradually increased his thrusting as he built towards a climax. Tina's full breasts swayed back and forth, the nipple clamps tugging at her stubby nipples as the weighty silver chain jingled. Her blonde hair had fallen forward covering her eyes, and sticking to her damp forehead.

"Oh yeah, you're such a hot bitch," he grunted hoarsely, slapping her buttocks as he pounded her harder and harder, a note of feverish desperation in his voice.

Nancy couldn't tear her eyes away from the erotic spectacle, watching his swollen balls slapping against Tina's bare ass as he thrust faster and faster.

"Oh yeah, yes!" he cried and with a final, frantic series of staccato thrusts he came, roaring with pleasure as he came, shooting his molten seed deep inside of Tina.

"Don't worry, I've saved plenty for you," he said, grinning at Nancy as he eased his still semi-erect prick from Tina, his pearly spunk spilling out and dribbling along her thighs.

Nancy twisted away, tugging once more at her handcuffs as she shuddered. Where the hell was Glen? 

--

Finally, Glen felt himself falling asleep, the reassuring blanket of numbness being drawn over his body. A little while later he found himself standing outside of the college.

"Nancy? Tina?" he shouted. Surely they would have waited for him, he thought. But as he looked around the empty grounds he saw no one. He started to walk towards the main doors then broke into a run as he heard a distant scream.

--

"No! Leave me alone, you disgusting pervert!" Nancy screamed as he forced her onto her knees, her hands still handcuffed behind her back.

"Don't be angry, there's plenty of cock to go around," he cackled as he grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him.

"No! Never!" she said, twisting her head away as he slowly stroked his huge dick until it was fully hard again.

"Come on, be a good girl, you don't want to make me angry," he growled, threateningly.

"No!" Nancy squealed clamping her eyes and mouth shut as she felt him slide the thick, bulbous end of his cock along the smooth skin of her cheek and press it against her tightly pursed lips.

"You want me to throw your friend Tina into the boiler? You want me to burn her alive like your father did to me?" he said, grasping her chin and making her look into his small, oily black eyes.

"Please don't," she gasped, reluctantly parting her soft, pink lips a little.

"Good girl, now let's see your tongue. Unless you want your friend to die a horrible death, you're going to lick her juices off my cock then give me the blowjob of my life, or rather death," he chuckled.

Nancy began to slowly lick Freddy's rock hard shaft. He tasted like burnt toast and she struggled to stop herself gagging as he moved his hips, encouraging her to clean the full length.

"Yeah, that feels real good, are you sure you're a virgin? You're almost as good as your mother, she was a real good little cocksucker," he chuckled, shivering contentedly as Nancy swirled the tip of her tongue around the sensitive head.

"Yeah, she loved being tied up. Imagine that: your mother naked and tied to my old camp bed sucking at my hard dick while I fingered her pussy. Shame she turned out to be such a lying, deceitful bitch," he continued, changing position and making Nancy lick his swollen balls.

"Never thought she'd go running to her old boyfriend and ask him to come and beat me up. Still he got what was coming to him. Yeah I haunted his dreams real good," Freddy said, moaning a little as Nancy ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of his throbbing shaft.

"What do you mean?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Took me a long time, but I figured out how to invade peoples psyches, haunt their dreams, terrify them. I started with your father and mother. Your father was such a pussy though, couldn't take it; got so scared he had a heart-attack."

"You killed my father?" Nancy said, leaning 

back, her mind reeling.

"Well I can't take all the credit, he did have a heart condition, but I like to think I pushed him over the edge. Did I tell you to stop licking?" he growled, grabbing her hair and tugging it painfully, making her continue.

"Yeah, I tried to kill your mother too, but she's made of sterner stuff. In the end, I thought what's even worse than dying yourself, huh?"

He grinned as he squeezed her cheeks forcing her mouth open, watching her pretty brown eyes open wide as he eased his fat cock between her virgin lips.

"I'll tell you what's worse: taking away her only daughter," he said and threw his head back and laughed wickedly.

--

Glen skipped down the steps and turned left into the dark maze of pipes and ducts. Although Nancy and Tina had described it to him, he'd never actually been down here before and quickly got lost. He stalked along the dark passageways, finally hearing something in the distance. He ran towards the sound of his girlfriend screaming...

--

She was bent nearly double over the chair she'd been seated on earlier, her stomach resting painfully on the hard wooden back, her handcuffs threaded around one of the front legs, her hands flat on the seat. Freddy cackled happily as he tied her ankles to the base of the back legs, trapping her in a vulnerable position, her legs apart, as he yanked her skirt up over her bottom.

"Heh, you're very flexible, aren't you?" he chuckled as he pushed on the back of her head until her chin brushed the worn wooden surface. "I like that in a girl."

"Please, please," Nancy was sobbing, feeling his rough hands bending her double.

"It's good that you didn't sleep with that loser Glen, I bet you were saving yourself for a real man, huh?" he chuckled as he ran his rough hands up over her legs and slapped her bare buttocks.

"No, please," she repeated feeling him stroke between her legs with the flat part of knife, the metal feeling cold and hard through her thin knickers.

"What's the matter? You don't want to die a virgin, do you?" he cackled as he quickly sliced through her pink cotton panties with the razor-sharp knife.

"Please don't, please," she begged but was powerless to stop him pulling at the ragged remains of her panties, tossing them aside. She whimpered as she felt his coarse hands spreading her buttocks wide, the delicate pink folds of her pussy exposed.

"Twenty years I've been waiting for this, yeah 

I'm going to enjoy this, that tight little virgin pussy's going to get fucked every which way," he said, laughing cruelly as he made her gasp by running a rough finger along her inner thighs and rubbing her exposed labia. "Then maybe I'll move onto that sweet little ass."

Nancy struggled, tugging at the handcuffs but could only wait helplessly as he wrapped his fist around his big cock and pressed the blunt purple head against her naked folds.

"Yeah, it's gonna be a tight squeeze but I'm gonna make you take every fucking inch," he grunted.

She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the huge, bulbous head pressing hard against her virginally tight entrance bracing herself for the inevitable pain when a sound behind them made her twist her head.

"Let her go, you sick freak!" Glen shouted as he sung a large, thick branch.

She turned around just in time to see him swing, and heard the dull thud as it connected with Freddy's skull. His eyes flickered shut and he slithered to the floor, his fingernails raking Nancy's bare legs.

"God, I'm so glad you're alive!" Glen panted as he skipped around to the front of the chair.

"I'm handcuffed! I think he's got the key! Quick!" Nancy squealed.

Glen yanked the silver chain from Freddy's neck and with shaking fingers, twisted it in the lock and suddenly she was free. She straightened and embraced Glen as he knelt awkwardly on the chair.

"I was so worried. Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Is it over? Is he dead?" she replied.

"I think... oh no!" Glen said, watching as the dark shape behind, slowly got to his feet, staggering drunkenly over to the workbench.

"Glad you could join our little party, Glen," he said, rubbing the back of his head and sliding on his razor-glove. "Now I can finish you all off in one go."

While Nancy tugged at the ropes binding her ankles to the chair, Glen took up a position between her and Freddy, hefting the length of wood in his hands. 

"How sweet, protecting his little girlfriend," Freddy taunted as he crouched and slowly inched towards them, like an animal stalking his prey.

"Leave us alone, you bastard!" Glen shouted, swinging again as Freddy lunged.

Freddy laughed as he grabbed the branch and yanked it towards him, catching Glen off balance and soon they were rolling around the concrete floor. Freddy, slightly bigger and stronger, wrestled himself on top pinning Glen down.

"No!" Glen shouted, grabbing Freddy's wrists as they struggled, the razor fingers inches from his face.

"Think Nancy will still go out with you once I've sliced and diced that pretty face of yours," he cackled as he pushed against Glen, the razors moving ever closer.

"Let him go, you bastard!" Nancy shrieked as she swung a length of thick metal pipe and it made a sickening thud as it connected with Freddy's head.

"Yeah! Way to go, Nancy!" Glen shouted, as she helped him squirm out from beneath Freddy's unconscious body.

While Nancy untied Tina, Glen searched the dark corners of the boiler room until he found what he was looking for.

"What are you doing? He's dead, let's go!" Nancy said as she freed Tina.

"There's only one way to make sure," Glen said grimly as he held up the can of lighter fluid and a box of matches.

"Yeah, let's burn the fucking freak," Tina agreed.

Nancy nodded and Glen emptied the can of lighter fluid over Freddy's limp body.

"No! I want to," Nancy said, taking the box of matches from her boyfriend. She struck one, pausing briefly before dropping it onto Freddy's prone body. She leapt back as it erupted into a frenzy of orangey-yellow flames.

They stood silently for several minutes, watching him burn, wanting to make sure. The greedy fire quickly reclaiming the monster, the red-and-green striped sweater melting, his body quickly turning black then disintegrating into a pile of grey ash.

They jumped as a sudden breeze, an icy blast of air blew the door open, It collected the pile of ashes into a neat, swirling mini-tornado which swept into the boiler, the doors slamming shut behind it.



A Nightmare on Birch Street Ch. 04



Tina slowly awoke, gradually becoming aware of the familiar, comforting surroundings of her bedroom. It was pitch black and very warm, with her two friends squashed onto the bed beside her. She switched on the bedside light as turned over and gently shook Nancy's shoulder. 

 She watched through bleary eyes as her two friends yawned and stretched.

 "We did it! You're so brave," she said, rolling over to embrace Nancy.

 "What? Tina? Are you okay?" her friend said sleepily.

 "Never better, we're all okay! We made it!"

 Nancy shook Glen, and he joined their embrace, the three friends congratulating each other as the feelings of victorious relief swept through them. Tina gradually rolled away, smiling as Nancy and Glen's embraces became more intimate as they kissed. She swung her feet off the end of the bed, and hunted under the bed for her trainers.

 "Hey, I think I'm going to head over to Rod's, he's quite a night owl," she said, slipping them on.

 "Oh! Of course, I should be getting back too," Nancy said, breaking free from Glen's arms.

 "No, that's fine, why don't you guys stay here tonight?"

 "Oh, that's kind, but we couldn't, could we Glen?" Nancy said turning to her boyfriend. He shrugged his shoulders.

 "No, I'm serious, you should stay," Tina insisted.

 "Are you sure?" Nancy replied.

 "Of course, my parents aren't back till Monday. I'll stay at Rod's tonight. I can come back for breakfast and a change of clothes in the morning."

 "Gee, Tina, that's too kind, really."

 "Nonsense, you two deserve a little quiet time to yourselves after what you've been through."

 "Thanks, Tina, this mean a lot to us," Glen said, unable to stop smiling at the thought of finally having some time alone with Nancy.

 "No problem, have fun kids!" Tina said.

 ---

 Nancy got out of bed and pulled the curtains aside. She watched her friend pull on a denim jacket as she skipped down the drive, then turn right onto the street. She still felt jumpy after the night's events, and watched until Tina disappeared around the corner towards Rod's house. She sighed happily as she felt Glen's arms circling her waist, sinking back into the comforting warmth of his body.

 "Alone at last," he said as his lips brushed her neck. "Why don't you come back to bed?"

 "Would you mind if I took a shower first? I know it was only a dream but I can't helping feeling a little grubby after having that creep's hands all over me," she said.

 "But we've waited so long," he complained.

 "Please, Glen, just another twenty minutes. Why don't we shower together?"

 ---

 The bathroom was quite large and fitted with a modern avocado suite with matching tiles. Nancy brushed her teeth with the spare toothbrush that she kept there, as she watched Glen undress. It felt good to get rid of the horrible bitter taste in her mouth, and she felt a growing sense of excitement as she watched her boyfriend strip, seeing him fully naked for the first time. He had a lovely trim body, his muscles firm and toned from all the football practice. She let her eyes roam over his nakedness as he turned the shower on, noting his taut thighs, and the lean contours of his chest. 

 His semi-erect cock swung thickly between his legs as he moved, and she felt a flutter of half-fear, half-excitement as she wondered how much bigger he'd be when fully aroused. When her eyes travelled up over his body, she saw he was smiling, the challenge in his eyes clear: "well I'm naked what about you?"

 As the shower ran, the atmosphere quickly became warm and steamy as she quickly kicked off her shoes and wriggled her tight jeans over her hips, leaning against the sink as she pulled them off her legs. She felt herself blushing, aware of his intense gaze as she pulled her t-shirt up over her head and slid her bra down over her slender arms, glancing up and watching his hungry eyes devouring her bare breasts. She hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of her pink panties and quickly slipped them off and, suddenly, they were both naked together for the first time.

 She paused, a hand shyly covering the triangular thatch of hair between her thighs, unsure of herself, until he held out his hand and they stepped into the shower together.

 ---

 The water was lovely and warm, and Nancy closed her eyes, letting it wash over her, sweeping her long hair from her forehead. When she opened them, Glen was rubbing a thick bar of soap, working a thick lather of white suds between his hands which he began to spread over her bare skin. He rubbed the soapy lather to her arms, her shoulders, her stomach. She smiled, enjoying the feel of his firm hands massaging her, savouring the new sensations as he washed away the dark, smokiness that clung to her.

 He grasped her shoulders and gently twisted her around to face the tiled wall, and soon she felt his strong fingers massaging her shoulders and rubbing her back. She moaned as she felt them slide lower, squeezing her soft buttocks. She felt his hard body pressing against hers as his hands explored the soft contours of her body, cupping her breasts as his masculine lips kissed her neck.

 "Oh Glen!" she gasped as his soapy hands caressed her boobs and his slippery fingers plucked at her tight little nipples until she shivered with hot pleasure.

 She reached out to steady herself, the green tiles cool beneath her palm, her legs feeling a little shaky as he moved a hand lower, massaging the soaking wet thatch of dark curls between her thighs till it was frothy and white with suds.

 "Mmm, that's so good," she moaned, leaning back into the warmth of his firm body and feeling his naked cock pressing urgently against her bottom as he caressed her.

 She closed her eyes, and savoured the lovely warm sensations as the water streamed over her and Glen's hand patiently fondled her pussy whilst the other squeezed her swollen boobs, the combination of sensations lighting a fire deep within her.

 "Oh Glen, it's so good but just a little more like this," she moaned, clasping his hand and showing him exactly what she wanted.

 "Like this?" he whispered, his lips brushing her ear as he began to rhythmically stroke her wet folds in tight little circles.

 "Oh God, Glen, yes, just keep doing that, " Nancy gasped, closing her eyes and tipping her head back, the warm water streaming over her face. She moaned as her boyfriend patiently stroked her as she plucked with her nipples with soapy fingers.

 "You're so hot," he whispered, his lips kissing her neck as his fingers did wonderful things to her body.

 "It's feels so good, don't stop," she panted as she felt her muscles burn, her body tense, the pressure building as she encouraged him to stroke her a little faster.

 "Yes, don't stop," she groaned as she rolled one of her hard nipples between a thumb and forefinger as she felt her orgasm fast approaching.

 "Just a little faster, yes! Just a little more," she squealed, her eyes squeezed shut, thigh muscles burning as she felt it coming.

 "Yes! Yes!" she cried as it tore through her, feeling Glen's thick arms around her waist, supporting her weight as she came and her legs turned to jelly, her hot sobs of pleasure echoing off the walls. 

 ---

 "That was wonderful," she sighed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him into a long, sensual kiss as the water continued to splash over their naked bodies. As she squeezed him tightly, she could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her stomach, eager for attention.

 "Now, it's your turn," she said, grinning as she grabbed the soap.

 She rubbed the soapy lather over his body, loving the feel of his lean, muscular hardness and the contrast of his roughly masculine skin. 

 She soaped his chest, running her fingers over the solid firmness then worked lower. He closed his eyes, a hand grasping her shoulder to steady himself as she washed his stomach, her fingers making him gasp as they brushed against his semi-hard cock. She took her time, caressing every inch of his skin, loving the feel of his lean firmness but also impatient to explore the growing hardness between his legs.

 She ran her soapy fingers slowly along his shaft, hearing him groan and feeling a flush of warmth between her legs as his shaft thickened and grew. She'd often felt his hardness through his jeans and now, for the first time, she watched with growing arousal as the lightest touch of her fingers caused it to thicken and pulse as Glen grunted feverishly, as if in pain.

 "God, Nancy, that feels so good, you're making me so hot," he gasped as she wrapped her slender fingers around the rock hard column of flesh and slowly eased the smooth sheath of skin down over the swollen purple head of his cock. She felt him shudder as she began to smoothly slide her soapy fingers up and down his throbbing shaft.

 He moaned loudly, gripping her shoulder a little more tightly as she stroked him a little faster, gripped him a little firmer, wanting to please him as he had pleased her.

 Suddenly though, he grasped her wrist making her stop.

 "What's the matter? Aren't I doing it right?" she asked, looking up at his face.

 "No, it's great, too good. It's just that I don't want to cum just yet," he explained, taking her hand and pulling her out of the shower.

 ---

 Nancy lay back on the bed, running a hand through her damp, tousled hair, unable to take her eyes of his thick, swaying cock as she watched Glen vigorously dry his hair then throw the towel aside.

 "Ha! I knew she'd have one!" Glen said as he pulled a little silver wrapper from Tina's bedside table. Nancy watched as he tore it open with his teeth to reveal a condom.

 "So this is it! It's finally going to happen," she thought with a mixture of fear and excitement, her heart pounding as he rolled a condom along the full length of his shaft and climbed onto the bed beside her.

 "Gosh, you're so big!" she gasped, biting her lip as he rolled on top of her taking his weight on one elbow as she wrapped her arms around her neck. She pulled his face towards hers and they shared a long, sensual kiss.

 "Don't worry, we'll take it slow," he said, giving her a reassuring grin as their lips parted.

 She spread her legs a little and they both watched as he slowly rubbed the swollen, glistening head of his cock up and down along her slit, her pussy lips already moist with anticipation.

 "Are you ready?" he asked.

 She nodded, biting her lip, and then gasped as he eased himself inside a little, her pussy lips stretching to accommodate his bulbous head as her hands clutched tightly at the bed sheets.

 "Alright?" he said, using all his self-control to pause.

 "Yes, take it slow," she said breathlessly. It hurt a little, but it felt good too. She wanted to feel him inside her, feel all of him inside her. She wanted him to make her feel like a woman.

 A deep, longing sigh escaped her plump lips as he slowly eased another inch of his hard shaft into her tight, virginal pussy.

 "That's it, I'm no longer a virgin," she thought happily, wrapping her legs around his thighs as he began to move back and forth inside her, his rock hard cock probing her soft, wet depths. Of course, she'd used her fingers to explore herself before, but this was different and she sighed happily as his thick prick filled her.

 "Oh God, I've waited for so long, you feel so good," he grunted, savouring the silky clasp of her pussy as his buttocks began to bob up and down.

 "Yes, yes, it feel so good," she panted, sliding a hand over the firm muscles of his back, and squeezing the tight globes of his buttocks as she felt his hot breath on her neck.

 Nancy moaned happily, savouring the feel of his hot, hard body grinding against hers. It really did feel so good, so right, and now she knew why Tina was so enthusiastic about sex and wondered why she had waited so long. 

 "Oh, it feels so good, don't stop," she urged as he moved deep within her, fucking her with long, fluid strokes, using his full length now. 

 "You're so lovely and tight," he gasped, wanting to make it go on forever but already feeling himself begin to peak as her pussy rippled and caressed his molten cock.

 He began to move faster and faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his climax approached rapidly.

 "That's it, harder, I want to feel you cum inside me," Nancy cried, wrapping her arms and legs around him as their hot, sweaty bodies slapped together and the bedsprings creaked noisily.

 "Oh, oh, yes!" he cried, as with a final series of staccato thrusts he climaxed, all the tense sexual frustrations of the last two years swept away in one sublime moment of pure pleasure.

 ---

 Nancy smiled to herself as they lay in bed, naked. If she was a cat she'd be purring contentedly. She was curled up on her side, Glen's warm body pressed against her back and thighs, his thick arm around her stomach. After he'd come, they'd made love again, Nancy quickly coaxing his eager young cock back to full hardness. He'd shown her how to roll a fresh condom onto his upright cock before rolling between her inviting thighs.

 This time he'd lasted longer, a look of intense concentration on his face as he just about delayed his climax long enough so that they both came together, their voices a chorus of ecstacy.

 Now exhausted and spent, they lay together in the quiet darkness of Tina's bedroom. She felt a little sore between her legs, but elsewhere her body was suffused with a lovely warm feeling of deep satisfaction. She listened to his breathing become slow and steady as he fell asleep. Nancy felt herself begin to drift off too and for the first time in years, she felt sure that she'd have no dreams at all, no nightmares, just a deep, restful, healing sleep.