2 comments/ 13368 views/ 4 favorites Boogeyman By: TamLin01 At midnight she started screaming. Ellen groaned. Stephen sat up but she grabbed his arm. "No!" she said. "We agreed." "Honey, for God's sake listen to her. She's terrified!" Ellen turned on the beside lamp. "I don't care. She has to learn. If you go in there it'll be like every other night. You'll look under the bed and in the closet and tell her nothing is there and then in two hours she'll start again." Sarah's screams became higher and more frantic Stephen threw up his hands. "What do you suggest, we just sit here and listen?" "If that's what it takes," Ellen said. "We have to start drawing lines." Stephen glared at the door. Ellen could feel him shaking. She touched his shoulder but he pushed her hand away. Sarah was still shrieking down the hall. Ellen could tell that Stephen was counting silently. When he reached thirty, he got out of bed. "That does it," he said. "No!" He ignored her. She considered going after him, but it was too late. She heard his footsteps padding down the hall. Voices came through the wall, muffled. Stephen said, "What's wrong kitten?" Sarah's little voice was choked with tears: "The monster! The monster is in my closet again!" "Oh, kitten, there's nothing there." "Will you look and see?" "There's nothing there baby, I promise. Remember your mom and me are right down the hall, okay?" "Okay," Sarah said, sounding unconvinced. "Now give me a kiss. Good night, Sarah." "Good night, Stevie." The sound of Sarah's door closing preceded footsteps returning down the hall, and then Stephen's weight sank down on the bed next to her. Ellen turned the light off and glared at him in the dark. "Well? Are you happy now?" she said. "Happy that we didn't leave her to give herself a fit? Yes." "Children need boundaries." "Children need you to be there for them." "She's my daughter," said Ellen, and regretted it immediately. Before Stephen could reply, the sound of Sarah's screams interrupted them. "See?" said Ellen. "Responding just encourages her. It's what she wants." "She's not manipulating us, she's five." The screaming stopped. Ellen was about to say something, but they both heard the bedroom door creak open. "Mommy?" "You should be in bed, Sarah," said Ellen. "There was a monster. He was in the closet." "It was just a bad dream, kitten," said Stephen. "Can I sleep in here tonight?" said Sarah. "No!" Ellen said before Stephen could reply. "Can you come look in the closet?" "Sarah, go to bed. You're too old for this." Silence for a moment. Then: "Can I get a drink of water?" Ellen sighed. "Yes, but then go right back to bed, all right?" "Okay." They heard the door close and Sarah's little footsteps down the hall, and then the sound of the faucet running in the kitchen. Stephen rolled over and put his back to her. Ellen touched his shoulder again and again he repulsed her. She rubbed her temples. A headache was coming on. "I know you want what's best for her," she said. "But we can't hold her hand over every little thing anymore." "This isn't even about Sarah, this is about that weird hang-up over your ex again." Ellen opened her mouth for an angry reply, but swallowed it. There was no gain in pushing this. "Maybe you're right," she said, though she didn't mean it. "Let's forget about it tonight. We'll deal with it in the morning, when we're both less tired." Stephen was a silent at first, but finally he rolled over and put an arm around her, kissing her lightly. "Are you tired?" she asked. "God yes," said Stephen. "Me too. But I can't sleep." "Me neither." She grinned. "Well, since we're both up..." Her hand crept up his shoulder. "Hon, if Sarah comes in again-" "We'll keep the light off. It'll be fine. She sees scarier stuff in her room anyway, to hear her tell it." Stephen laughed. Ellen snuggled closer to him and kisses his chest. "I still don't know..." he said. "Stephen..." she whispered, "I'll let you do it in the back door..." She shrieked as he pounced on her, laughing and beating at him with the pillows. He buried his face against the neck of her nightgown. "Help, help, there's a ravenous beast in here!" she said. "I can't help it if you bring out the animal in me," he said, pushing the nightgown's straps down her shoulders and kissing one round arm. She gasped. "My, what big teeth you have!" she said. "All the better to nibble on you with." "And what big hands you have..." He squeezed her ass through the silken nighty with both hands. "And what a big-" "Don't get ahead of me," he said. Ellen wriggled out of her gown before Stephen's enthusiasm could damage it. She shuddered from the cold air and dived under the comforter, dragging him after her. She ran her hands over his chest as she kissed him, tickling his tongue with the tip of hers. He tried to put his hands on her naked body but she slapped them away playfully. He tried again and she squirmed out of the way, nearly rolling out of the bed. He caught her ankle and pulled her back as she shrieked and laughed. "Shhh, we're supposed to be keeping it quiet, remember?" Stephen said, and then kissed her hip, tongue darting over her bare skin. "Ooh!" she said, and then gasped as he bit her. "Hey!" she said, "how do you expect me to keep quiet when you go doing that?" "Do what? This?" he said, and nipped her again, giving her a lightning-sharp thrill. "Yes, that!" "I'm still not clear, do you mean doing thi-" She grabbed hold of a handful of his hair and pulled him up to her, where she met him with an open-mouthed kiss, tongue passing into his mouth, circling her arms around his waist and repaying him by dragging her nails over his bare back. He responded by pinning her wrists to the bed and kissing with full force, those deep, penetrating kisses that always took her breath away and turned her knees to jelly. He buried his face into the side of her neck, sucking at the spot where her neck and shoulder curved to meet, and the little butterflies jumped up inside her stomach. Then he cupped her breasts with both hands, rolling her erect nipples against his palms and squeezing, and she started to shake. "And you wonder why I tried to get away..." she said, voice suddenly throaty. "Ah ah," he said, "you made an offer, no backing out now." "Mmm, I guess I've gotta back into it then?" He took hold of her by the hips and dragged her toward him. "Wait! Where's the lube?" "In the naughty drawer." "Well get it." She heard him fumble in the dark. "Shit!" "What?" "I think some spilled." "Dear, that stuff stains!" "Then I guess we'll always have something to remind us of this night. Now, assume the position." She sat up on all fours, biting her lip and whimpering a little as she felt Stephen's hand spread the cold, wet gel around her sensitive hole. It warmed up after a second, and she sighed, then squealed as Stephen's hand slapped the side of her ass. The bedsprings creaked and she felt him moving behind her. She gripped the headboard with both hands, bracing herself, promising that she wouldn't cry out when the next one came, but then unable to stop a small "Oh!" when Stephen's strong hand came down on her backside. She bit her lip harder and counted silently to herself: One, two, three four-SMACK! "Oh!" One, two, three, four-SMACK! "Ohhhh! One two-SMACK! "FUCK!" She covered her mouth with both hands. Stephen squeezed her cheeks together, and she closed her eyes and bit down on the pillows. The first part was always the hardest... "Ah!" She inhaled and held it. She heard Stephen grunt and felt him slide in, the tip first, then the rest one inch at a time. Her muscles clenched, then gradually relaxed. After a few seconds, he was able to work in and out gently, and then with a little more force as the resistance diminished. That lube was expensive, but it was a good investment. "Having fun back there, big boy?" "Let's see." She couldn't stop a second "FUCK!" as he thrust. "Careful!" "I will be," he said. He massaged her shoulders with both hands, kneading firmly, then started rocking back and forth in a short, easy motion. Her breath caught as she felt him slide up inside of her, her asshole stretching to accommodate him. In and out, in and out, the gentle motion sending little vibrations up the base of her spine. "How does that feel?" he asked. Her mouth worked for a second before she managed to mutter: "Full..." "Is full good?" "Mmmm, yes, full is good. Fill me more..." He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, jerking her head back. She cried out. "What do we say?" he asked, his tone firm but playful. "Please," she whispered, fingers clawing the sheets. "Please, fill me up..." He began to thrust up into her again. She moaned. "Please..." The feeling of his thick, swollen shaft penetrating her sent waves rocking across her body. "Please..." Before long he was grunting with exertion. His hands roamed across her shoulders, and down the slope of her back, and around the curve of her hips, and back up to fondle her breasts as they jiggled. "Please..." He took a double handful and squeezed again. His fingers pinched her swollen nipples, twisting. She shuddered through and through. "Please..." His hands slid lower, across her belly. He was pumping steadily now, her cheeks spread to accept him. "Please!" He reached between her splayed legs, fingers rubbing her engorged clit, and she almost collapsed. Her body was on fire from one end to the other, and when he rubbed her with two fingers, pinching it between them, she bit her lip so hard that it bled. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god..." She could feel wetness dribbling down the inside of her thighs. Guess that lube stain will have company, she thought. Her pussy was sopping wet, and as two of his fingers slid past her aching outer lips his thumb positioned itself to continue massaging her clit. He was buried all the way into her ass by now, her hole stretched around the base of his cock, and he was fucking her in a tight circular motion, grinding against her clenched cheeks. "Oh fuck Stephen I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm going to-" She squeezed her eyes shut again and watched a cascade of fireworks and flower shapes blossom behind her eyelids as her climax set her head spinning. Stephen, who was so good at timing these things that she sometimes became paranoid about how often he knew she was close even before she did, increased his pace a little to catch up with her, and she had come down off of her orgasm for only a few seconds when she felt his cock squirt, pumping a hot stream into her. "Oh god, fill up my ass!" He groaned, releasing, and she relished the obscene feeling of his cock gushing a load into her. They fell over, panting and red-faced. She winced again as he pulled out, and they kissed in the dark. She curled up next to him, nuzzling the underside of his chin. "Mmm," she said, "there certainly is a monster in my room tonight." "Do you think you'll recover?" "Yes. Totally worth it." She gave him a kiss. Out in the living room, the old clock chimed. "Sarah's been really quiet," said Stephen. "Mm-hmm. But you still want to check on her, don't you?" "I do," he conceded. "You should." "Really?" "Yes. Just to be sure she's asleep. But don't wake her up." "Okay," he said, squeezing her shoulders and swinging his legs out of bed. She heard him tiptoe down the hall, then heard the door to Sarah's room open. She waited a few seconds then got up, pulled her night gown on again and went to the kitchen. The harsh yellow light of the fixture blinded her for a second as it flickered on. She squinted, then opened the refrigerator door, taking a swig of milk straight from the carton. It felt hard and cold going down. She started to turn on the faucet, but stopped; there was something oily and sticky all over the handle. A little of it was tracked across the floor too. Damn that girl, Ellen thought, what did she get into and not clean up? She considered marching down to Sarah's room and waking her up just to upbraid her, but decided it could wait until morning. Wake her up again and she'll just be screaming about monsters. Ellen sighed. She remembered having nightmares at that age. She also remembered her mother comforting her in the middle of the night. What kind of memories would Sarah have when she was grown? Memories of screaming alone all night? Memories of her stepfather coming to her rescue, but never her mother? Ellen's heart broke a little. Maybe Stephen was right, and she really was being too hard on her? At that moment, she heard Sarah's voice from down the hall: "Mommy, come quick!" Then Stephen's: "Honey, come in here. Sarah wants to say good night." Ellen smiled. Sarah's bedroom door was open. The nightlight put out a fuzzy yellow glow, and she saw Stephen on the bed, cradling Sarah in his arms. Ellen sat next to them. "Did you wake up again, sweetheart?" she said. Sarah didn't answer. "Sarah?" Ellen peered closer. Sarah was lying facedown on the bed. Stephen's arm was draped limply over her back. "Stephen?" she said, touching his shoulder. He slumped over, and in the dim light she saw his face: pale, unmoving, mouth wide open. His eyes were flat and glassy, like a stroke victim. "Stephen? Stephen!" she shook him and his eyes moved to her, but there was no hint of recognition. He tried to talk, but his voice was choked, and when she let go of him he flopped over like a ragdoll. Ellen looked at her daughter. Sarah was staring, unblinking, into the darkness, her arms wrapped around her knees. She'd gone so pale that the blue veins stood out on her face. Ellen shook her and screamed her name, but Sarah was oblivious to everything. The lights had gone out for the last time. Then Ellen heard the closet door creak open. She saw the thing step out. It shuffled toward her. In the yellowy half-light Ellen could just barely make out its tumorous flesh and misshapen face. It opened its slavering mouth and out came a perfect imitation of Sarah's voice: "Mommy, come quick!" And then it spoke in Stephen's voice: "Honey, come in here. Sarah wants to say good night." Ellen's blood turned to ice. She opened her mouth, but the scream would not come. "Mommy, I had a bad dream," the thing said in its Sarah voice. "Can you come look in the closet? Can I get a drink of water?" Ellen slid to the floor, back against the wall. She tried to crawl away, but there was nowhere to go. She saw Stephen's glazed eyes in the dark and heard Sarah's helpless gasp. I want to scream, Ellen thought. Why can't I scream? The thing came closer. "Honey, come in here. Sarah want to say good night." It reached for her. "Good night, Mommy. Good night." Boogeyman Laura's descent into terror begins. Chapter One: Not afraid of the dark "Terror is when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there's nothing there..." Stephen King Laura enters the dark bedroom closing the door behind her before reaching for the light switch. Her heart skips a beat as she catches a glimpse of ... something! Something is with her in the dark, just at the edge of her peripheral vision. She has never been afraid of the dark, so being in a dark room before reaching for the light switch is no big deal. She remembers her Father telling her when she was five, "Darling, there is nothing in the dark that isn't also there in the light so go to sleep, 'mein schatz'." This was a comfort to her coming from a man who was so tall and strong, and like a Nordic god to her when she was little and settling in for the night. Notwithstanding that perception, she could swear that what she saw was ... was ... a pair of eyes ... yellow eyes! She is thinking it might have been a light from outside—possibly lights from a passing car—flashing against the far corner. "What the fuck!" she thinks to herself. She has heard the family stories when she was eight from her Grandmother Laura, pointing a bony finger in her face as she told them, but she dismissed them as just ghost tales to excite a young girl's imagination. She loved her Grandmother—her namesake—and misses her since she disappeared some years ago. She quickly flips the switch on and looks back in the same direction, and sees ... nothing! With her heart beating a little faster, she slowly and nervously reaches back and flips the switch back off. She is breathing very shallowly through her open mouth and can hear her heart beating in her ears as she slowly turns her eyes and gazes in the direction of the 'apparition.' Again, she sees nothing ... just her and the dark! She breathes out with an audible sigh of relief, turns the light back on and slumps into the chair beside the door to relax her heart and breathing. Laura does not give the incident another thought as she rises and walks over to the bed, unbuttons her silk blouse letting it slide down her arms and off. She unzips the side zip on her skirt and wiggles her slender hips to let it slide from her shapely form. She takes the opportunity to smooth her hands over her panties-clad derriere. Her touch feels so good and gives her a slight tingle. Laura has had a hard day at work and she is tired. She strips off the rest of her clothes and heads for the shower. Laura is tall and slender with blonde hair and clear blue eyes. She is the Chief Financial Officer for a local bank; she has a bachelor of science degree in finance and an MBA, both from Columbia. She is determined to wash her awful day away under the soothing rain, and maybe pleasure herself a little. She smiles to think about how naughty she is touching herself. The water runs over her body as she moves her soapy hand over her large, firm breasts. It feels so good to her as her hands move over her tight thirty-two year old figure. She slides her fingers over her mound to tickle her clitty. She moans softly with the self-pleasuring, as the cares of the day rinse from her body, swirl around the drain and disappear. "Good riddance!" she thinks. She shudders in a jittery little orgasm, and can still feel a little of the lingering tingle in her buttocks as she towels off. "Mmm, delicious!" she says quietly to herself. She slips into a maroon and gold over-sized long-sleeve T-shirt left behind by an ex-boyfriend. It is soft and well worn, and she just lets it caress her body and comfort her. This shirt says Harvard across the front in their distinctive block letters, with the school emblem under them. Laura has made a thing of collecting long-sleeved T's and sweatshirts from different exclusive schools. She loves to wear them to sleep in, and just to relax around her townhouse. This one is long on her and covers her nearly to her knees. As she bends to lower the sheets and coverlet, she glances into the full-length mirror behind her. It reveals her slender muscular thighs, but no hint of her shapely ass. She pads out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, pulls the cork from a bottle of Chardonnay, and then out to the living room to put on some music. She knows about wines and favors the consistently high quality of selected California vintners. French, Italian, and German wines are too 'iffy' mostly due to the changeable climate of those countries. She likes popular music anywhere from Bruno Mars, and Usher, to Carrie Underwood and Taylor Swift. She also likes retro-French artists like Françoise Hardy and Charles Aznavour; and she likes the Baroque stuff: Bach, Telemann, and Scarlatti. But tonight, she is giving herself to Mr. Vivaldi and his Four Seasons. She wants Antonio's amazing sound in her ears and washing over her body as she relaxes. The wine is crisp and the violin concertos lively, as she picks up a book she has ignored for a few days. As she reads with her feet propped up on the coffee table, she hears a creak coming from the bedroom. Laura is not easily alarmed, since she prefers reason and logic to superstition, but tonight she cannot keep her heart from skipping another beat from the sound. She decided to get up and look around, but just as she rises from her couch, her cell phone rings. "This is Laura!" she says into the speaker. "Hey baby, what's goin' on?" "Oh hi David, um nuthin' just chillin'." "Need some company doll?" "Well, I had kind of a shitty day, and I am just mellowing before I hit the sack." "Didn't really answer the question!" He insists. She thinks about the strange apparition, and the noise and answers, "Um, yah! I guess so!" She is thinking that a little company might be nice with all of the startling little apparitions and creaks tonight. "Well don't do me any favors, baby!" He chuckles. She becomes more direct and sincere with her invitation by saying, "David I would love to see you tonight, but I am not going anywhere and not getting dressed, so you'll have to take me as is! I am wearing one of your old long-sleeve T's," then in a whisper says, "and nothing else!" "Bangin ... see you in a few!" "Bangin?" she chuckles questioning his choice of idioms. "Yah, like it 'be bangin'!" he says with an inner-urban accent. "Well, you 'be bangin'! Where the hell does a Harvard lawyer from an upscale part of Connecticut get a word like that?" She challenges him. "This conversation is definitely ... not 'bangin'!" He says in embarrassed frustration. She chuckles at getting to him. "See you darling!" She says singingly, ending the conversation. She moves to the mirror in the entryway to check herself out. "Shit! Hair's an f'ing mess!" She grabs her brush from the bathroom, and soon her blonde locks are soft and smooth to her shoulders. She checks herself out again and says, "Eh!" thinking it is good enough for David on a casual night. David is a friend, sort of without benefits currently, but he is a good friend ... someone on whom she can unload her problems and worries. He and Laura had been romantic at one time but decided to remain just friends rather than breaking up, although she still has a warm affection for him. He is not happy with this arrangement, but he loves her and he hopes to improve his fortunes, with a return to their former romantic state. Laura is still not completely averse to saying 'yes' to him occasionally though. They are just at different places right now—at least that is what she uses as an excuse. Laura is a busy professional and is not ready to commit to anything more permanent. They were simply at a better place during the time they dated. David is tall and good looking, slender and well-muscled at thirty-four, and a lawyer with a Harvard degree. He is a past racquetball champion at his club, having had to give way lately to younger and stronger players. The doorbell chimes, and Laura moves to open it, still dressed only in the long-sleeve T, but she added pink bikini panties and footies. "No sense in driving him completely crazy tonight." She thinks. "Hi doll." He says as he hugs her. He pushes her back at arm's length to take in her casual wardrobe. "Damn Laur, you look a helluva lot better in that shirt than I ever did; especially with all of this ... poetry!" He says indicating her full round breasts filling out the shirt so nicely with nipples poking through. "C'mon in David! That is, if you're through staring at me tits!" She turns to lead him into the living room, but looks over her shoulder and gives him a sexy look. He walks in with his eyes glued to her ass, and hearing her music selection says, "Oh Four Seasons! That's um a—" "—total shit, yah I know, (she laughs) but it fits my mood after the long day—it's cheery." She says as she moves over to the machine and bends down seductively to shut it off. "How about a movie tonight instead, David?" she asks as she starts to rummage through the cabinet drawer containing her DVD's and BD's. She is aware that the back her T-shirt is riding up and close to exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks, and without looking around asks, "David! You're not staring at my ass, are you?" "You know I am doll, you've got a great little ass ... as I remember!" He turns his head to different angles, enjoying the sight and the shape of her through the thin pink material of her panties. She lifts the shirt up a little and wiggles her ass, just to tease him. "Well, if you are a good boy, maybe I'll give you some tonight ... and ... maybe not! But, thanks for calling it 'little.'" Then she giggles as she turns around with a couple of movie selections. He picks one, and she slips it into the slot in the player. As she is doing this, he goes into the kitchen yelling back to her, "Gittin' myself a beer, want one?" She quickly drains her wineglass. "Yah beer's good. Thanks baby!" she says in a cheery voice after such a crappy day. She is beginning to feel very happy about having David around tonight. "Maybe I will give him some tonight!" She is thinking to herself. She settles on the couch again with her feet on the edge of the coffee table, and he is in the matching chair close to her where they can both watch the movie. He opens the conversation by asking her about her day. It seems that the word "shitty" describes it the best, but he asks for more details. She tells him the details about her day: the argument with her boss over some figures and the constant interruptions from staffers and department managers, making demands on her time. She ends by telling him that her day was definitely 'not bangin.' David listens intently but smiles sheepishly at her last comment. His look tells Laura that he is intently listening to what she is saying. She really loves that about him ... he always shows genuine interest in her! "I'm so sorry, what a selfish bitch I am tonight! David, tell me about your day honey." "Laur, I'm a patent lawyer, every day is the same as every other day ... but I like it. The work is interesting; you get to see all of the ideas, inventions, and shit clients come up with. Plus, I get a little business travel in as well. I worked with a regular client today who is kind of a kitchen gadget king, with a new idea." "Well, that sounds so ... so—" she starts to say, but he interrupts her, "—boring? I know! Not as exciting as the world of high finance, but I like what I do!" "Well you'd be surprised how boring that can be sometimes." She says as she is leaning forward, casually running her fingers through the hair on his forearm. She looks up into his eyes, and says, "This movie sucks and I, um, don't exactly want to be alone David! Would you stay with me tonight?" David can tell that she is in the mood for a little horizontal relaxation, and grabs the remote to end the sucky movie. They rise, and he takes her hand to lead her into the bedroom. He strips down to just his navy blue boxer briefs, and she backs up onto the bed. He craws into the bed, slides her sox off and she leans back on her arms. He kisses her, and she says, "David darling, I need you tonight!" "You know I'm here for you Laur, honey ... whatever you need!" As he moves in closer, she lies back on the bed and puts her arms around him as they kiss passionately. He looks into her eyes, searching them for a clue as to why she it broke off with him, but still seems to want to keep him around. He is just about to say something softly to her when they both hear a loud THUMP, coming from either the living room or the extra bedroom beyond. "What the fuck was that!" He asks rhetorically. "Ch-check it out will you David? I'll wait here." She sits up pulling the coverlet to her chin and bites her lower lip, nervous ... frightened. He leaves to look around, and as she looks around the bedroom. Her eyes travel to the dark hallway leading to her private bathroom. She sees a couple of glowing dots, like eyes, but as quickly as they appear and grow in intensity, they dim and disappear. She gets out of bed, and walks down toward the dark hallway leading to the bathroom. She has to walk into the darkness for a little to get to the light switch. "Shit!" She says as she remembers that. She hears some coarse breathing ... heavy, like from someone—or something large. She feels the breath from in front of her, and then on the back of her neck. She reaches out slowly and nervously for the switch. She shuts her eyes, flips the light switch, opens one eye, then both and sees ... nothing. Suddenly, a large hand falls on her shoulder and she lets out a blood-curdling scream as she braces against the wall away from the touch. It is David. He says, "Nothing out there, must be the wind or something." "Jesus Christ David!" She yells at him. "You scared the living shit out of me!" She says crying and breathing hard. He hugs her as she rushes into his arms, and he says, "There's something going on here that you are not telling me!" "I guess I'm just a little jumpy tonight, okay darling?" "Not buying it Laur, tell me what's going on." He insists. She explains about the sights and sounds she has seen and heard tonight, and tells him that she has no explanation for it. David realizes that Laurie is not generally delusional, and decides to accept her story at face value tonight, hoping for a better explanation later. She backs up onto the bed, and he follows. After she slides into the sheets, she softly says over her shoulder, still a little shaken up, "Just hold me tonight, darling!" Without answering, David slides in and spoons up behind her under the covers. She brushes her hair around the side and under her head, so it is not in David's face. He kisses her softly on the neck. "Mmm! Feels so nice. Hold me tight David, I need you tonight." He smiles to himself as he kisses her again letting his hand slide up under her T-shirt, over her stomach and up onto her round firm breasts. She can feel herself becoming aroused with his attentions to her, and she can feel him pushing into her crack, as David also becomes a little aroused. She closes her eyes intent on falling asleep, but opens them a minute later. She reaches down and pulls her panties down as far as she can reach, and kicks them off the rest of the way. She turns around inside their embrace and pushes her crotch into his growing hard-on. She pulls his briefs down enough to free his thick seven-inch cock, and pulls him on top of her as she rolls onto her back with her legs spread. She looks earnestly into his eyes and says softly, "Please fuck me David! Do it nice and slow." He can already feel that she is moist, and would love nothing more than to slide himself up inside her, but instead, he pushes her T-shirt up. She crosses her arms to pull it over her head and off, as her breasts jiggle and her blond hair mostly fans out on the bed underneath her. He kisses her. She can feel her arousal rising, and she jams her mouth into his kissing him open-mouthed as their tongues slide and slip around each other like some kind of soft fleshy duel. He massages her breasts as she moans from the stimulation, and when he pinches her nipples, she squeals with delight. He kisses her stomach, the inside of her hips then her mound, and spreads the hood revealing her erectile clit to his lips and she lets out a squeal of delight as her body shudders from his sucking and biting it. David just has to have a taste of her sweet pussy. He moves his lips down, and she can feel them on her sex as she breathes in short shallow breaths. When his slides his tongue inside her, she squeals again as she squirts all over his face in an earth-shattering-mind-blowing-sheet-grabbing orgasm. That release of bodily fluids and her shudders seem to release all of the pent-up tensions of her day, and the frightening encounters. He moves up to hold her as she recovers from a dozen strong convulsions. She is crying on his shoulder as her body continues to shudder. "Oh, David! You don't know how much I needed that, darling ... you were amazing!" "Amazing is yet to come Laurie honey ... um, want to take a little break?" "Okay yeah! Guess I am still a little hungry ... feed me David!" She pulls on her long-sleeve T, and he is back in his briefs as they head for the kitchen. She pulls the cork from the opened bottle of wine, and sits on the on a kitchen stool watching him pull out some pans, and the makings for a midnight snack. Her smile belies her admiration for his culinary talents. He quickly chops and sautés up some veggies with butter. He cracks four eggs, and beating them smooth, adds them to the the veggies when they are ready, covering the pan. The result of his work is a large thick omelet kind of thing. He cuts it in half and plates it for each of them. She giggles with anticipation looking down at David's creation. "David, why did we stop having um—" she starts to say as he interrupts her, "—sex? A relationship? You wanted to date around a little, but I seemed to be a good shoulder to cry on when those dates and your hard days at work don't go quite right." "Oh David, I know ... I'm such a shit, and you are so good to me! I really don't deserve you!" "You got that right doll-face! But, I am stuck; I love you. And—I know this is a girl's line—but you were not ready for that kind of commitment." "I know honey. Maybe we can start again ... but slowly ... and we can just see—we'll just see David, okay?" She says this as earnestly as she can. "Let's have another glass of wine, finish your eggs and I'll show you why we hooked up to begin with." He says. "Mmm, (she giggles girlishly) I do remember the good things, you know!" She says, holding her wineglass with both hands and looking at him over the rim as a sexy smile traces across her pretty face. He moves his stool closer to hers and slides his hands up her inner thighs as she opens them for him, and he massages her pussy as they kiss tenderly. She shivers a little, and softly says, "David darling, take me to bed!" He picks her up in his arms, carries her into the bedroom and places her gently on the bed. She pulls her T-shirt off as he pulls of his briefs. He looks down at the beauty beneath him, "My God Laura, you are so beautiful!" She smiles, as she slowly and seductively nods her head 'uh huh.' He reaches down to massage her swollen cunt lips to make her wetter, and then slides a finger inside her. He can feel her quivering under his touch and can smell the sweet aroma of her sex ... she is back in the zone. She is breathing fast and shallow with open mouth, as he retracts his finger, repositions himself, and begins to slide seven inches of manhood into her. Boogeyman Her breathing quickens and deepens as he slides into her; inch by tantalizing inch until he is all the way inside her. He slowly strokes in and out of her in a smooth rhythm, and picks up the pace, as she is able to accommodate his size ... his length and thickness inside her. She bucks her hips up to meet his thrusts, as she gets hotter and hotter. The sloshing sound of him pushing into her arouses her more, as her slender butt cheeks clench pushing up to him. She is very vocal as he makes love to her, and at her insistence, he fucks her harder. David is a strong and inventive lover so he keeps up the pace for nearly half an hour, moving from one position to another without breaking his tempo. She is moaning louder and getting close again. He stiffens and releases coming deep inside her, and tipping her over the edge again as she shudders and convulses into another strong climax. Her sweaty body feels so good against his as she slides it up against him. She giggles as she rubs her sweaty breasts against his muscular chest. She smiles and pushes her lips up to his giving him a sloppy, wet, sweaty kiss and giggles again as she enjoys the tingle of the endorphin rush. Natural drugs are always the best high, she figures. She waggles her hips under him and says, "Get off me David ... I'm sweaty and icky, and need a shower!" "Huh uh, doll ... I like you like this ... juicy and gooey!" He lifts her arms over her head and licks and kisses her underarms, her sides, and her sweaty boobs as he moves down her delightfully aromatic body. He moves down to her stomach, and stops to tickle her belly button with his tongue. "Quit it David!" she complains with rivulets of giggles. He smiles and continues his journey south over her mound and onto her wet, sloppy, come-filled pussy. He kisses and sucks as much of her (and his) juices as he can, sliding his tongue inside her as she shudders again. When he lifts her ass off the bed to go further down she says, "C'mon David! Don't, I'm icky and dirty down there!" As she says that, she feels his tongue playing with the muscular ring of her pucker. He gives special attention to her little puckered opening, replacing his tongue with a finger sliding inside her and waggling around inside to feel her warm, soft and fleshy interior. As he slides it all the way inside her, he feels her convulsing in another orgasm after several strokes in and out of her. He kisses her lips, and after she hungrily licks all of her juices from his face, they relax just lying motionlessly for several minutes. She can taste and smell her juices, his come, and a hint of the sickly-sweet aroma of her ass on his lips. He rises, takes her hand and leads her to the bathroom and into the shower. They play at cleaning each other up with laughs and giggles, teasing and tickling after which, he fucks her once more in the shower pinning her against the wall. They rinse off and race each other back to bed wrapped in towels. She jumps in first with her towel already off. After he dries, he climbs in with her and they cuddle, kiss, and play, completely naked. The cuddle turns into spooning with his arms wrapped around her. She is tired and he is already half-asleep. Just as her eyelids become heavy and start to flutter shut, she hears a low rasping guttural voice say, "Laura!" The voice sounds like it is coming from the bottom of a tomb and sends shivers through her body. She moves back closer to David saying, "David, hold me closer darling! Don't let me go!" He tightens his hold on her with his hand on her stomach pulling her closer. She is comforted by the feeling his his seven inches nestled between her ass cheeks. She wiggles her butt a little and moans, forgetting about the odd sights and sounds of the evening. She is still awake and listening for every little sound. She is not going to sleep tonight! Chapter Two: renewing things with David. "Monsters are real and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." Stephen King. Despite her best efforts to stay vigilant, she does fall asleep inside David's warm embrace. He is spooning up behind her asleep with both of them still naked. She awakens, moans with a pleasant smile on her face ... she feels so safe in his arms. She caresses the back of his hand with her fingers, and he begins to stir. He realizes that his morning stiffy is poking into her, and he smiles as he adjusts it so he can rub it into her naked ass crack a little to tease her. Without moving or turning, she says sleepily, "I'll give you twenty minutes to cut that out!" He laughs quietly and says, "Mmm that might be enough time for a morning quickie!" He pushes her legs apart with his, and adjusts his position so that he can easily slide into her from behind. It isn't long before she starts to lubricate him with her natural juices, making his pleasant task easier. She pushes back against him as he thrusts into her, and the thickness filling her up inside brings her very close, very quickly. He adjusts his pace to allow her to reach the brink, and thrusts harder into her to push her over into a very pleasant shudder, as he releases inside her at nearly the same time. The lovers stay connected as they recover from their morning tryst, and talk quietly. She feels him soften a little and her inside muscles relax allowing him to pull out with an audible 'pop'. She turns around, smiles and says, "Good morning lover!" then she buries her face in his chest, giving him little kisses, as he holds her. "Morning, laur honey! Thank you!" "I couldn't let such a lovely stiffy go to waste, could I?" She giggles in reply. They embrace face to face and kiss passionately for a lone time until she feels a certain morning urge. "I have to pee!" she says as she slides out, and heads to the bathroom. He flops over onto his back, as his slippery and still semi-tumescent cock slaps against the top of his thigh. He breaths in deep and releases it as he reflects on his good fortune in bedding the one girl in the world he most loves and admires. She comes back from the bathroom having also taken a quick shower, and says, "Come into the kitchen when you are ready darling and I will make breakfast for you. I called my office and cancelled my morning schedule, but I have a meeting at two o'clock I can't miss, but until then I am all yours David darling!" "I'll call my office as well, my legal assistant can handle the gadget king for one day, so we can do ... whatever ... for the whole morning. I'll drop you at work, and maybe play golf this afternoon ... I'll call Chet at well, he is always up for a game." "Okay darling. It seems like Chet never tires of losing his money to you on the course." "Yah, he is an eternal optimist though. He always asks about you ... I think he wants to get into your pants!" He says as he heads to the bathroom. "Ha! Fat chance!" Laura retorts, "I have enough trouble fighting off that ass-clown Jon in commercial loans." She adds, and after a few seconds she says, "David, I think maybe I might move you to the 'friends with benefits' status. I love being with you, and it doesn't make sense to deny ourselves ... but I still can't make a real commitment yet. What do you think?" David pokes his head out of the bathroom and then walks out with a towel around him, "Laura honey. I love you ... I know that you know that! I am happy to be for you whatever you need, and I promise I will not press it further until you are ready." He starts to turn toward the bathroom again, but stops, turns back and says to her, "You may not know it, but I have a beautiful two-carat marquise-cut diamond ring in my office safe. It is yours when you want it." She smiles sweetly at him, but says nothing. It is quiet for about a minute, and Laurie appears in the bedroom with tears in her eyes. She looks at David and says in a tearful voice, "Oh David darling, I wish I could give you my heart right now, but I just can't." He says, "Alright, I just settle for your body for now! How's that?" She gives him a choking laugh that is still half tears, she runs to him and throws her arms around him. "My strong wonderful David, please be patient with my darling." He kisses her wet lips, and dries her tears with his thumbs and simply says, "I will!" They kiss again, he returns to the shower and she, to the kitchen. As she passes through the bedroom door, she feels a cold shudder running down her back and a deep sepulchral voice croaks, "I will!" mimicking David in a most cruel way. Laura looks around slowly, still shivering, but seeing nothing, carefully pads back into the kitchen, and looking around again starts slowly to return to making coffee, and retrieving some pans to make eggs, bacon, grits, and silver-dollar pancakes for David and her. She thinks to herself as she works, "What the fuck is going on! I have never heard voices in here before, and this is scaring the shit out of me! I am not letting David leave until I am out of here myself." She is still a little nervous, but logic and intelligence again reign as she starts to put these occurrences out of her mind. For some strange reason her mind goes back to her Grandmother's ghost tales. She shivers a little at these thoughts, but puts on some tunes to lift her spirits as L'amour s'en va pours out of the speakers, with Françoise Hardy's sultry voice singing it. The voice of that lovely French chanteuse always calms her as she sings along in French. David is dressed and talks animatedly as they eat. It is not long before he notices that Laura is quiet, and showing only the slightest attention to what he is saying. "Laurie! Is there something wrong? You are very quiet all of a sudden ... did I say something wrong?" She smiles slightly, put her hand on his arm and says softly, "No David. I ... I am just worried about something today. I don't want to spoil the mood, please go on with what you were saying." "Baby, you know that you can tell me anything. What's bothering you?" "Um, well ... okay, it's about the noises I have been hearing since yesterday. I know this sounds hysterical, but I think there is a ... a presence here!" Her eyes search his face as she wears a fearful look. "Please don't think I am crazy, but I can feel something ... evil in here. You heard the loud thump last night, and after you fell asleep, I heard a voice ... and awful frightening dark voice calling my name. Then just after you said 'I will,' I heard the same voice say the same thing as if mocking us." David puts his fork down, folds his arms with his elbows on the table and look into Laura's eyes for a few seconds (it seems longer to Laura). His eyes search her face, but he is not sure what he is looking for. At length he says, "Laura, I did hear that thump, but I didn't see anything or feel anything special. Don't get me wrong, I do believe you ... hell, who know what exists in this world, or outside of it trying to get in for that matter. I have heard the stories, and I do not really dismiss anything out of hand, but—" "—David you have to believe me ... I'm not crazy!" She interrupts. "Laura," he says quickly, "I do believe you honey. I know you too well, and you are sanest and most rational person I know." He takes her soft hand in both of his and says, "I believe you! Tell me what you experienced, and let's see what sense we can make of it." "Oh David, I do love you, and you are so good to me. Okay, here is what happened..." Laura relates to him all of the noises and and visions ... the flashing yellow eyes ... that she witnessed. He listens intently and says to her, "I am not sure what we can do, but I will stay with you ... all day if needed and we will see what happens. If this persists, I have an old college girlfriend who is a para-psychologist, and she is into all of this um, stuff. If it is okay with you I can call her ... she has a whole team behind her." She smiles and replies, "Well, let's just see, like you said. As much as if hate to bring an ex-girlfriend of yours into this, you know I trust you to do whatever you think is right. For now, let's finish our breakfast, and I can crack open another bottle of wine, and we can just relax ... or maybe just get away from here for the day." "If you can cancel you meeting for today, we can go out, and I can kick your ass again on the golf course." He says trying to cheer her up. Laura laughs, "Hah! Fat chance buddy, I am getting better! Fifty bucks says that I can beat you, but you have to spot me three points." "Done sugar-lips! You've got three points, and I might allow you five points if you're a good girl." "You're on dude!" Laura laughs again seemingly back to normal. They finish breakfast and Laura calls Jennifer at the office again, to have her assistant cancel her day telling her that she is sick. She decides to play dirty, and puts on a very short white skirt over panty-briefs, and a tight knit blouse that shows plenty of cleavage. "If that doesn't distract the hell out of his game, nothing will!" She figures smirking to herself. Dave sees what he is wearing and says, "So ... it's going to be biological warfare today, huh?" "You've got it, big boy! Did you say five points?" "Uh, uh, I don't remember!" He says as he peers down into her blouse at her gorgeous soft breasts. She is happy, and feels very sexy as she digs into the closet for her clubs. She finds that the clubs are lying around the floor of the closet, and that her bag is empty. She picks up the five-iron to find the steel shaft bent into a knot. She drops it quickly, and shudders as she says, "David ... you have to see this!" He picks up the club, trying to figure out what might have happened, and then drops it, turns to Laura and says, "Leave it. Let's get the hell out of here." They drive to the golf course without a single word spoken between them. [The End? Not yet!]