3 comments/ 16632 views/ 2 favorites Eviline By: RodMcfore I woke up, feeling warm, satiated and content. As I rolled over I reached out for her - and found nothing, just an empty place in the bed. I screamed from pit of my stomach and hurled myself from the bed. "Jesus Christ, Paul!" Annie yelled, dashing in from the bathroom, "What the fu..." She saw me, standing shaking against the wall. My heart was pounding and I was covered in cold sweat. As she watched my knees gave way and I sank to the floor. "Oh my God, Paul, what's the matter?" Annie leapt to me and cradled me in her arms, my head resting on her breasts as I sobbed the sobs of a terrified child. Slowly I calmed down. "It's alright." I said shakily, "It was just a nightmare." Annie chuckled. "Thank goodness for that, lover. You gave me a scare though." "You and me both! Sorry!" "Come back to bed, you're freezing cold and shivering." I climbed back into the bed and Annie drew the covers over us before wrapping me in her arms and legs. I breathed in the perfume of her body. So warm and comforting, so different from... I quickly shied away from that thought, as my heart raced again. "You're tensing up again, what is it gorgeous?" "Just a memory of the nightmare." Nightmare? Hah! I only wished it was. I had spent a long, long, time walling those memories away and still they had burst out. It was not something that I wanted to share with Annie either. We were in love, but my story would strain anyone's love and credulity. I still tried not to believe it for God's sake! I settled down with Annie again. I didn't go back to sleep at once. Instead I kept my mind firmly on Annie, remembering when we had met and what had brought us here. I had decided to go out for a drink that summer's evening. I didn't do that often because recently I'd taken to a solitary life, but that night I wanted to be around people. So, there I was, sitting in a relatively quiet Pub, looking at my distorted reflection in the side of my soft drink when I saw a woman making her away towards me. She was short, a bit plump but curvy with it, had mousy hair and when she got closer I saw that her eyes were a brilliant green. 'Contacts' I thought, but I was wrong about that. "May I sit here?" I rose to my feet. "Yes, certainly. My name is Paul, by the way." "I'm Annie. I haven't seen you here before, are you waiting for someone?" "No, I'm all alone." This said a bit more bitterly than I'd intended. "Sorry to hear that. Tell you what, I'll talk to you and make you feel less alone." That made me laugh, although I was dreading that what she meant was that she'd chatter non-stop at me. I was to be pleasantly surprised, however. Instead of inane chatter we had a good conversation and I found that enjoyed her company. At closing time I drove her home and saw her to her front door. As she left the car, she kissed me, but I was glad she didn't invite me in, I wasn't ready to deal with intimacy. However, we'd exchanged 'phone numbers and agreed to call. We met a few times more and then went out to dinner together. Afterwards, when I drove her home she invited me in for coffee and I accepted, gratefully. We actually did have coffee, but when it became obvious that she wanted me to stay the night I found that I couldn't. "Look Annie, I've got to go. I can't stay with you tonight." "Don't you like me?" "It's not that at all. Look, all I can say now is that I've been through a truly traumatic relationship; no, please don't ask me to explain it yet, I'm still trying to deal with it and I'm just not ready for this yet. But, please, please, don't give up on me yet; just be patient with me and give me a some time." By the time I'd finished speaking I was pale and shaking. A look of deep compassion crossed her face, she came to me, reached up, and patted my cheek. "Don't worry about me giving up on you Paul, I have absolutely no intention of doing that." "Thanks, Annie. Thank you so very much. I'll explain it all to you, once I can." I hugged her tight and left. It took me a few minutes just sitting in the car to get myself calmed down to the point I felt I could drive safely. We continued to see each other over the next few weeks. It became obvious that we were falling in love- I missed her like crazy when we were apart. We phoned each other every day and talked for hours in the evenings. I took Annie to the theatre and after the show invited her back to my place. "I'd like to Paul, but I want you to understand that if I come back with you, I'm not leaving until the morning at the earliest." "I know that. And I don't want you to leave, I want to spend the night, hell the rest of my life I reckon, with you." "Do you really mean that?" I grinned at her, "Which bit?" Annie laughed. "Both bits, idiot!" I nodded. "Yup, I'm being pretty serious about this. But please, Annie, I still need your patience, this is a big step for me right now. I want to, I want you, but I'm still scared and I still can't explain why." "I won't say I understand, I don't. But I will say this; we'll work this through Paul, whatever it takes - I love you." I tried to stop my voice shaking "Love you too, so very much." In the car Annie started to chuckle. "What is it, Annie?" "Actually I was thinking that I hope it is hard for you, in one way at least." That made me chuckle too. "Hard for you, is more near the point, don't you think?" "There is that." Her hand squeezed my thigh. I locked the front door of my flat. "Where's the bathroom?" "Second door on the right." After a few minutes she came back into the living room. "Do you want anything?" I asked, waving my hand in the general direction of my kitchenette. "Yes. I want you in bed with me, right now." "O.k. This way." I took her hand and led her to the door and pushed it open. "Can I use the bathroom first, though." "Go right ahead, it's your flat after all. You're not going to get cold feet again are you?." I turned her in my arms and lifted her face so that I could look right into her eyes. "Annie, I have no intention of that. I want this, you, so much; it's just that ..." I spun on my heel and went into the bathroom. I 'performed my toilette' then took a good look at myself in the mirror. 'Right,' I told my reflection, ' the past is over and done with. This is a new place, a new town, this is now, this is Annie. You both want each other, you know you can't keep your hands off her. Keep calm and her love will keep the memories at bay. You can do this - and enjoy it." As soon as I entered the bedroom Annie came up to me and we started to undress each other. Within a minute I was naked and she was down to her underwear. I knelt before he and removed her bra. Her breasts were moderately large and somewhat saggy - not that that mattered in the least. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked on it whilst rubbing the other with my hand. Annie groaned and her legs trembled slightly. "Keep doing that and I'll cum. But not tonight, I want my first cum with you when you're inside me." I nodded, then kissed my way down to her knickers. I hooked my hands under the sides and pulled them down, following with my mouth until I was kissing her already wet pussy. Her hands drew me away. "Not this time." She did a nude twirl A shy note entered her voice. "What do you think of me?" "Nice. There's enough of you to hold, know what I mean?" "You say the nicest things, Paul." So saying Annie moved to the bed, drew down the covers and lay down; legs open, knees bent. She opened her arms and looked up at me. "I want you right now." I climbed onto the bed and between her legs. Her hand snaked down and grasped my hard cock, stroking it gently a few times. "He's so beautiful. I want him in me this minute." So saying I was guided to her lips. As I thrust into her Annie's hips rose to meet me. It was wonderful. I felt peaceful and immensely excited all at once. Annie was kissing my neck. "What's this plaster here for? Did you cut yourself shaving?" she mumbled. I tensed momentarily before resolutely ignoring where that led. "Something like that." I didn't last long. It was too good for that, but Annie kept pace with me and though I came first, she was a close second; both of us shouting out our joy in our serial climaxes. Afterwards, once I'd slipped from her body we lay in each other's arms and went to sleep. Remembering the joy I'd had with Annie I finally did doze off. The alarm rang. "Damn! I gotta go. Will you be o.k. Paul? You still look shaken. You should ring in sick and take the day off." I watched as Annie bustled around into the bathroom and back out, breasts bouncing, ass swaying. I watched her putting her clothes on. Even though she didn't mean it to be her reverse strip-tease was sexy - or I thought so anyway. "No, I'm fine. I'd rather work. Say, can you make it over tonight as well?" "Sorry, Sugar. I'm away on business for three days. I'll call you tonight and I'll be straight over as soon as I get back. Gotta go, bye." So saying Annie was out of the door and away. I missed her dreadfully for the next two days, but we did keep in touch by phone. She kept her promise too and we started to spend nights together. Annie kept remarking about the plaster on my neck and I kept fobbing her off. However, my 'nightmare' recurred about two weeks later, and again the next week ... "Paul!" Annie said, once she had got me calmed down a bit and back in bed and I'd stopped shaking. "This can't go on. You must tell me, or someone, about whatever it is that's upsetting you so! You may need counselling, or therapy. It also scares the hell outta me every time. What is it?" I drew a shuddering breath. "O.k. Annie. I'll tell you. You have got to promise me something though. I want you to hear me all the way through without interruption and without judgement. I will be totally honest about this. I'll tell it all to you Parts will seem fantastic, parts horrific, some maybe hurtful. But perhaps if I tell it all, every last thing, you will understand." "Paul, I won't judge you - ever. I know you are a good man." "Thanks. But don't make promises you may not be able to keep. Just let me tell the whole story. " Annie nodded, looking very serious. I sat up in bed. Staring straight ahead at nothing I started to tell the tale. Trying to distance myself from the telling of it. "It all began about two and a half years ago. I'd been on my own for a while and I wanted some pussy. And I wasn't going to be too fussy about it either. I decided to visit a newly opened night-club in the town, one specially for people in their 30s to early 40s. I paid the entrance fee and went in. One look was enough. It was too noisy, too crowded and too smoky. I went straight back out again. The girl at the desk said 'You don't get no refunds y'know'. 'Gee, I'd never have guessed!' Outside I strolled off into the night, cross with myself for even thinking that this had ever been a good idea. I'd just turned down a side-street when I heard a scream. I must have been crosser than I thought, because I ran towards the sound - normally I'm not brave at all - and as I came round a slight bend in the street a saw, under a street-lamp, a group of three yobs starting to flee from a woman. 'Hey!' I yelled, picking up my pace. The yobs had taken to their heels, one dropping a knife as he did so, whilst the woman seemed to shrink in on herself and slide down the lamp-post to the ground. I reached her, scooping up the knife as I did so. One yob looked back and I brandished the knife, pretending to throw it at him. It was enough to make him put is head down and bolt for it. I turned to the woman. 'You alright?' For a moment I could have sworn she looked angry, but I guess that was a trick of the light. 'Yes. They did me no harm and they didn't steal anything.' I extended my arm and she took my hand, her long, cool, fingers in my palm, grip surprisingly strong. I helped her up. On her feet she was almost my height and slim. Despite the distorting effect of the Sodium street lighting, it was obvious that she had pale skin and very dark hair. For some strange reason, I found her very alluring, attractive, and sexy. I helped her brush her long coat down. 'Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss?' 'My name is Eveline, call me Lynn, and yours?' 'Paul. Pleased to meet you, though I'd have preferred under other circumstances." A silvery laugh. 'Yes. And there is something else you can do, take me home please.' 'Certainly. May I know your address.' Lynn smiled. 'No. I meant take me to your home.' 'Ah, I see.' I will admit that I was startled. The air between us was charged with a sexual electricity. I could hardly believe that I was going to score with this beauty. 'Pussy hunt successful, I think' I thought to myself. I walked her to my car and drove her to my flat. I let us in and turned on the light. Eveline flinched slightly. 'Sorry, it's a bit bright.' I turned the light down with the dimmer. Looking at her under the light I could see that my initial guesses had been quite accurate. She had jet black hair, eyes as dark as sloe and very pale skin that seemed to glow from within. I felt my desire for her grow. I wanted her badly and my cock was half-hard. 'May I take your coat, Lynn.' 'Not just yet, where is the bedroom?' I must have looked blank. 'You do want to fuck me, don't you Paul?' 'Definitely! That door there.' Eveline glided across the floor and went into the bedroom and I followed eagerly. Once inside, she stood with her back to me and I heard her unbutton her coat. 'Take my coat, Paul.' I did so, slipping it from her shoulders. As I did so, I gasped. Eveline was revealed as wearing just a bra, thong and knee length boots. As my eyes travelled down her body I could see the flawless perfection of her pale skin, the thong strap rising between two perfect firm buttocks and the long slender legs disappearing into the boots. She turned round, revealing her small, high, breasts that obviously needed no support from the bra. 'Do you like what you see?' 'Very much.' I croaked, then cleared my throat. 'At the risk of telling you something you already know, you are very beautiful, not just pretty, beautiful, and I want you, badly.' 'Kiss me.' I did and she returned the kiss with equal ardour, our tongues entwining in each other's mouths, her breath cool in my face, while my hands roamed over her back and down to squeeze those firm buttocks. "Remove my bra." I needed no urging. I had already seen the nipples straining against the material and now that her breasts were fully revealed, they did not disappoint. High, round and firm, the perfect handful, nipples almost the size of the top joint of my little finger jutted forward proudly, begging to be sucked. I took one into my mouth and started to suck it, gently at first, then harder as Eveline sighed. She grasped my head and crushed me to her with startling force. I opened my mouth and sucked her whole breast in, teasing it with my tongue, then, when she let up the pressure I transferred my attention to the other breast. When I came up for air she firmly pushed me away a bit. "Wait." She sat on the bed and removed her boots revealing shapely calves and small elegant feet. Then she removed her thong. Her pussy was completely hairless. Smiling, she stood and turned round, almost seeming to float above the floor. 'You are incredible!' I breathed. I think that I was already totally infatuated with her. Eveline sat back on the bed, one leg stretched out, the other raised and supporting her elbow. She rested her head in her hand and looked at me with an appraising air. I just stared at her. She was so incredibly beautiful. Perfect body, glowing skin, I could scarcely believe she could exist. Her open legs giving me a glimpse of her inner lips which were almost blood-red in colour, contrasting oddly with the pallor of the rest of her skin. 'Take your clothes off.' I hastened to obey, concentrating to make sure that I didn't tangle or knot anything. I couldn't possibly compete with the elegance of her disrobing, but I did want to try not to seem a clumsy fool in front of her. I succeeded in not making an exhibition of myself and stood before her, my cock standing to attention. 'Hmmm. You'll do" Her eyes roamed up my body. Suddenly she flinched and turned her head away. "Take that cross off. I don't want to be banged by it while you're banging me!" I hastened to comply. A nod. 'Make love with me." She laughed her silvery laugh as I practically leapt onto the bed to do her bidding - which was what I wanted to do anyway. I kissed her face, neck, hands and arms, her skin cool beneath my lips as she slithered down onto the bed. I kissed and suckled her breasts again, then kissed my way down to her pussy, over it and onto her inner thighs. I kissed my way up them until my lips were brushing against her velvety smooth, hairless pussy as I moved from thigh to thigh. By now her legs and belly were contracting rhythmically, the muscles coming into sharp focus as they tensed. I moved in and ran my tongue up between her lips to lap up some of the juices that were now flowing freely. To my surprise they had neither odour nor flavour that I could detect. My tongue moved up to her clitoris and I began to flick it: up, down, left, right, then back down to her pussy where I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could. The contractions of her muscles grew in intensity, her back arched; she lifted her whole ass off the bed and howled as she came - an almost inhuman sound - her muscles clenching and relaxing spastically. Slowly her movements died away. She relaxed for a moment, then gripped me beneath the shoulders and without apparent effort dragged me up the bed, turning me onto my back at the same time. Before I had hardly had time to register this display of strength, she had slid down my body and taken my cock in her hands. She stroked it a few times, her thumb gently brushing over the top, then lowered her mouth towards it, her tongue snaking out to lick the tip of my glans where it poked through the foreskin. I sighed with pleasure. Making sure I could see her every move, she withdrew the foreskin, her cool breath sending tingles from my cock-head up to the base of my dick, then she slowly engulfed me with her mouth. Holding the base of my prick with one hand, the other cupping my balls she started to move up and down on me like she meant business. My sighs became moans, I could feel me body tensing, my back started to arch off the bed, I was getting close when a sudden pressure at the base of my cock erased my arousal and I fell back onto the bed. Eveline moved up my body and guided me into her. Like her skin, her pussy was cool. She started to ride me, slowly building up both pace and depth. She leant forwards so that her nipples brushed up and down my chest with her movements, with every sweep of her nipples a jolt of electricity surged into my brain. Her hands were gripping my shoulders and as she got closer to her orgasm and I to mine her grip grew ever stronger. She leant deeper onto me, her breasts now crushed against my chest as she started to kiss and nibble my neck. I gripped her buttocks and started to pound into her from below. We came together yelling with the release. As my orgasm died away a terrific lethargy swept over me. Just before sleep claimed me I managed to mumble my thanks and tell her she was wonderful. I awoke the next day with the dawn light streaming through the open curtains and window. Eveline wasn't there. There was a note on the pillow it said: 'Sorry I had to fly. Really enjoyed last night. Thanks for all you've given me. P.S. I'll see you around. E' Eviline I mentally shrugged. I'd got laid and the sex had been fabulous. I didn't really expect to see her again though. She could do much better than me. I went to the bathroom to wash and shave. As I started to lather my face I found a sore spot on my neck. Looking carefully in the mirror I could see a couple of red weals on my neck. 'Damn!' I thought, 'she bit me when we came.' I didn't really think anything about it and by mid-day the marks had faded. All through that day and the next I couldn't get Lynn out of my mind. My cock ached for her, my body tingled with the memory of her touch. I few days later I was aching so much for Lynn that I did something rather silly. I drove into town in the evening and, as darkness fell, I re-traced my steps from the club, just to help me remember my meeting with her. As I walked down the street where I'd first come across Lynn it was obvious that it was totally deserted. There was no one in the street. Even so, I had an odd feeling that someone was watching me. I peered into the shadows, no darker shadows lurked there. I reached the lamp-post where I'd found her. I looked up and down the street as far as I could see - empty, deserted. I looked down at the lamp-post. The faintest rustle behind me, a firm grip on my shoulder. "We meet again." Said Lynn's voice in my ear. Needless to say, I jumped about eighteen inches into the air, or rather I would have done had her grip not held me to the ground. Needless to say she laughed her silvery laugh. I was being laughed at, but I didn't mind. "Lynn. I'm so glad to see you again. You scared me half to death though. What are you doing here?" "Nice to get your blood pumping, Paul. Take me home." I did, of course, and she was wonderful, enthralling, exhilarating. Next morning though, she was gone. A note on the pillow said she'd call me. And my neck had a sore spot, which faded by midday. That evening the phone rang. 'I'm coming over. I'll be there in 30 minutes.' Said Lynn's voice over the phone. I had hardly had time to say 'great' before she put the phone down. I was ecstatic, elated, over-joyed. I actually whooped and hollered "Yes, Yes, Yes!" several times before I got a grip. The next twenty minutes were spent tidying up feverishly and then a quick five minute shower. I was in my dressing gown when the door-bell rang. I opened the door and Lynn swept in, head high. She headed straight for the bedroom. 'Wait here until I call you.' After a few minutes wait, I was just about hopping from foot to foot, she called me in. This time she was already lying naked on the bed. 'Take off your gown' she said. I did so and then 'And that cross, I told you I didn't like it.' This was said in a chillingly cold tone. I must have looked startled and perhaps a little hurt, for Lynn laughed her silvery laugh and said. 'Now come here and make love with me.' Even so, I never wore that cross again until our relationship was over. Again the sex was brilliant, she had several orgasms and we finished by climaxing together. Next morning she was gone again before I awoke. Again there was a note on the pillow. It said the same as before, just in different words. Again I had a sore spot on my neck, another bite. That set the pattern of the next five weeks. Lynn would tell me she was coming over three, maybe four times a week. Even though I was out some evenings she never got it wrong, I was always available when she said she was coming over. I soon realised we weren't making love (despite what she had said) we were fucking, but she was the best fuck I'd ever had. I'm an average guy and here was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen fucking my brains out three or four times a week. I reckoned I'd never get this lucky again so I wasn't about to start complaining. I will admit that there were two things that bothered me but not much. Just little niggles at the edges so to speak. Firstly, she was always gone when I woke up. Now, I'm usually an early riser, so that surprised me. The second thing is that I was always left with a sore spot on my neck where I'd gotten a love-bite from her when we were in the throes of our simultaneous orgasms. Mind you, if that was the price I had to pay for fucking her - so be it! Then I got sick. I became lethargic. I couldn't take exercise. I even put Lynn off, telling her that I was ill and didn't want to risk her catching anything from me. I went to my Doctor and he ran a battery of tests on me. A week after my first visit, the Surgery rang to tell me to make an appointment to see the Doctor. That told me something was wrong, of course. "I've got your test results." The Doc. when I went into his consulting room, "you're anaemic." "You've got to be kidding!" "No. You are. Your red cell count is dangerously low. I don't know why yet, so I'm running some more tests." More blood was taken and I was even booked in to have a bone marrow sample taken (which I was really looking forward to). However, before that happened the surgery called me in again. By this time I was already feeling much better, back to my old self in fact. 'I owe you an apology." My Doctor said, "the second set of blood tests show that your red cell count is within normal parameters. I think the lab messed up the first test. I'm giving you a clean bill of health, unless you think otherwise.' 'No, I'm fine. I was feeling awful the week before last, but I feel back to normal now.' 'It was probably just a virus. If it happens again though, don't hesitate to see me.' That night Lynn called me. 'You are better now?' 'Yes, I'm fine.' 'I'm coming over.' I was exhilarated at the thought of seeing and fucking her again. Once I'd started to get better, Lynn had never been out of my thoughts and I'd wanted her every day. Now I knew I was well again I couldn't wait. The doorbell rang and I let her in. I grabbed her and would have screwed her then and there on the floor hall except that she pushed me away with that surprising strength of hers. "No. I want to make love with you in the bedroom. It's been while, I want tonight to be special. You may take my coat." I did. Lynn was wearing a silky blouse and a mid-thigh length skirt. I could already tell from the way her nipples dimpled her blouse that she was bra-less and I wondered if she had knickers on. Lynn kicked off her shoes and led me to the bedroom. Once inside she closed the door and turned to me putting her hand on my chest to stop me as I reached for her again. Without a word she started to un-button my shirt and helped me to shrug it off, running her hands down my back as she did so. Her touch was electric and made me gasp. Then she started to kiss my chest, working her way down until she reached my trousers. She knelt and skilfully she undid the buckle and slid my trousers down to my ankles. She moved her head lower and nuzzled at my cock and balls through the material of my underpants. My dick hardened immediately. Her hands slid to the sides of my briefs, there was a tearing sound as she ripped them from my body and, almost simultaneously she sucked my cock deep into her mouth. I moaned with pleasure as she swirled her tongue around my dick. She withdrew me from her mouth with a faint 'plop' and started to lick my cock with her tongue, broad wide strokes from its base to its tip, sending shivers of pleasure through my body, all the while staring up into my eyes whilst I stared down, mesmerised by what she was doing. She slipped me back into her mouth, instantly I felt the suction as she sucked her cheeks inwards. She worked me hard, remorselessly driving me to ejaculate in her mouth, which I did, groaning as I shot my load into her. 'That was sexy.' I said. Lynn rose gracefully to her feet. 'Good. Now undress me.' I knew that I'd have to match her effort with me. I wanted to make this a bit special for her, too, it seemed only fair to return the compliment. I moved to stand behind her. I reached around her and and started to stroke her breasts and belly through the silky material. I felt her nipples harden under my hands and a flutter in her hard belly muscles. Using only my sense of touch, I started to un-button her blouse from the waist up, caressing her cool skin and up onto her breasts. I gently pinched her nipples, then harder, just as she liked it. I swept my hands up over her shoulders, slipping her blouse from her so that it hung down from her waist. She laughed a silvery laugh of pleasure as I started to kiss down her back, whilst still fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. I knelt behind her and ran my hands down her flanks and managed to undo her skirt. Both it and her blouse fell to the floor leaving her naked. Lynn neatly stepped out of her skirt and I threw her garments aside. I ran my hands over her hips and down onto her pussy. She was wet. I started to play with her clit and lips whilst kissing her ass. As I did so, Lynn slowly straddled her legs, then bent forwards, giving me a view of her pussy with its blood-red inner lips. I knew what she wanted me to do. I put my tongue into her as far as I could and lapped at her. I continued to lap whilst rubbing her clit with my fingers until she came, shaking with the power of it, her breath hissing between her lips. She straightened and moved to kneel on the bed, her ass towards me, her legs spread. She looked over her shoulder at me. "Fuck me." She commanded. I almost started to protest that I wouldn't be able to, so soon after cumming, but as if in response to her command I felt my dick stiffen. I moved behind her and thrust into her. I fucked her hard, pounding into her. I'd missed fucking her and I was determined to fuck all the frustration out of myself. Lynn must have felt the same way, because I could feel her trembling as she built to another orgasm. She howled out again, that same almost in-human cry she made on occasion, and I felt her cunt spasm around me as she came. She wound down and I was almost about to come myself, I could feel the tingle at the bottom of my cock. "Stop." The level of command in her voice, quietly though she'd spoken, was enough to stop me in my tracks. She pulled herself off me and turned around. She must have seen my startled and perhaps slightly hurt expression. "Don't look like that, Paul. I just like to watch when you cum in me." So saying she lay down on her back and slowly bent and raised her legs until they lay up on her shoulders. Then she spread her legs out wide. Her pussy opened like a flower and her tunnel lay open to my slack-jawed gaze. "Have me like this." I all but dived between her legs. I was on fire for her. I drove my cock into her open hole until my balls were squashed against her ass. Her legs crossed over my back, her hands gripped my ass and she urged me to fuck her and fuck her, pushing and pulling at me with her arms, bucking her hips to meet my thrusts. As I climaxed she was kissing and nibbling my neck and I felt her orgasm join mine. I awoke on my own the next morning to a note on the pillow and damn! Yes, she'd bitten me again. That week and for the next few, she came over three, four, times a week. We would have fantastic sex , or I would anyway, I suppose I shouldn't speak for her, but she sure seemed to enjoy it!, go to sleep together and she'd be gone in the morning. I still thought a sore neck was a small price to pay. One time I'd asked her why she left so early. She answered without answering that with her 'lifestyle a very early start was essential.' Then I started to feel ill again, my lethargy returned. I went back to the Doctor. More blood tests. The surgery called me in for the results. 'This time I am certain you are anaemic. I had two separate labs run tests just to make sure.' The Doctor said. 'I'm going to run more tests. We need to get to the bottom of this.' 'Hold on. I think I may have an idea about the cause. Will you give me a week's grace and I'll see if I can't sort it myself.' 'Tell me what you think it is then.' 'Sorry, I can't explain to you just yet. Call I a lifestyle issue. You can go in for more blood-letting in a week. But meanwhile I'd be grateful if you'd sign me off sick this week, though.' He laughed. 'O.k. Paul. On your head be it, though.' A hideous feeling was growing in my mind. I scarcely wanted to name it. I am a rational, thinking, human being. This was out of the stuff of legend. When Lynn next rang, I told her I was ill and couldn't see her. She did not sound surprised. She said she'd call in two weeks. I wasn't quite as ill as the last time, so I made my way to the main town Library, quizzed the librarians and collected a stack of books. The subject of my study was Vampires. By the end of the day, conclusions were forming in my mind, not withstanding some contradictions in the literature, and I was terrified. As I started putting the pieces together, all the evidence pointed to the impossible fact the Lynn was a vampire. Her pale cool skin, her amazing strength. She'd once easily pinned me down. I'd broken free a few seconds later, but had she in fact just let go? Her photophobia, she hated bright lights. Her dislike, or was it fear, of the cross I had worn. The fact that in the throes of passion she always bit me and that I'd twice developed 'anaemia' after seeing her consistently for a few weeks. Was it anaemia, or had she drained my blood? I was also worried by the accounts that indicated that sometimes the bite of a vampire turned the victim into a vampire as well. Recounting events carefully brought other pointers to mind. What had made three fit, strong young men flee from her before I'd arrived on the scene. They hadn't been just running away, they'd been running scared. How had she got into the middle of that empty street the second time I'd 'found' her without me seeing her coming? Why did she always leave before day-break and never arrive until after dark? Why did she always evade questions about where she lived and what she did? Why was I never allowed into the bathroom if she was there? She was anything but shy, so that wasn't it; but it was the only room in the flat with a mirror. I kept trying to make the evidence fit other hypothesis. Vampires were just the creation of fantasy, weren't they? But no matter how I tried, I could not escape the conclusion that Lynn was a vampire. The only odd thing was that she hadn't killed me. But perhaps she'd realised that she could 'tap' her victims rather in the manner in which a rubber farmer taps latex from his trees. That way she'd get more blood from her victims, not less. However, I had no doubt in my own mind that I'd be a dead man if she found out that I knew. I wondered if, in the end, she did kill. That opened a new line of research and I scoured the archives for reports of unexplained deaths of males. I found quite a few. The information was very scarce, but I wondered. I noted that one reporter for a national paper had filed stories on several of the deaths. I phoned him. 'Hello, is that Jim Carpenter.' 'Yes, speaking. And you are?' 'My name is Steve Rogers. I would like to ask you if you could tell me anything about several deaths. The names of the victims are...' I reeled of the names from a list I'd written down. There was several second's silence. 'Are you in Town, Steve?" 'Yes.' 'Meet me at the King's Head, on Bankside in twenty minutes. Mine's a pint of Worthington's by the way. Let the barman know who you are, he'll direct me to you.' His pint was sat beside me when he came over. Jim plonked himself down and drained his pint quickly. 'Well, what do you want to know?' 'Were there any unusual features about the cases?' He laughed mirthlessly. 'Yup. It had the Police bothered to hell and back. I only found out by accident and I had to promise not to report it.' 'Well?' He looked at me slyly. 'Another pint first. I don't want to talk about this at all, and certainly not stone cold sober!' I got his pint. He downed it swiftly. 'O.k. Here's the freaky stuff. None of the stiffs, at least the three I know about, had any blood in their bodies and they had puncture marks on their necks. In the end they were recorded as drugs over-doses, death by mis-adventure or other excuses. Police forensics found nothing on them, or in their properties, at all. Not a print, not a hair, not a skin cell that wasn't theirs. At least, they found nothing human that wasn't theirs. And yet, in some cases it was obvious that they'd not died alone. The cops were freaked out I tell you - and I'm talking hard-bitten murder squad guys who've seen it all. And that freaked me out. That's all I've got and I'm outta here." I could feel myself going cold as he talked. He turned to look at me. "Christ! This all means something to you doesn't it? You poor bastard!" Another humourless grin. "Good luck, you'll probably need it." So saying, he was gone. I was now convinced. If I didn't want to end up like the other guys, I could see only one possibility. I made my preparations. I bought a piece of timber and fashioned it into a stake with a very sharp point. I got some holy water from my local Church. I told the Priest I liked to anoint myself whenever I went in or out of my flat. I got a curious stare, but I also got the water. I anointed the stake, not me. I also nailed my cross onto the stake. I did not use garlic. I did not want to alert Lynn - if she realised I knew, I was a dead man. I wondered if it was murder to 'kill' someone who was not alive but not dead, merely un-dead. To hide the smell of the stake I unnecessarily replaced some skirting-board in my bedroom. Then I hid the stake just under the bed - and waited for Lynn to call. All the while I rehearsed what I was going to do in my mind. There was one moment when I believed her guard was down. Just after she orgasmed, she always seemed relaxed, un-aware, vulnerable. That was to be my moment. But to do this, I knew that I'd have to avoid being ensnared by her. Instead of being swept up in passion and desire I'd have to keep cool and not let her know. At least I now knew I wasn't fucking a real woman, I was fucking an un-dead non-human. That did a lot to temper my desire for her. She called. She came over. When I opened the door and saw her standing there she looked so radiantly beautiful and desirable that I had to forcibly remind myself of who and what 'she' was. She led me to the bedroom and we fucked. I won't bore you with the details, but part of my mind was aware that it was as exhilarating as ever; the rest of my mind was cold, chilled with my purpose. She came with me inside her, biting my neck, and as she relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss, I acted. I shifted my position and changed the rhythm of my movements inside her - nothing suspicious in that - picked up the stake, reared above her and drove it with all my strength towards her breast. Her eyes snapped out. Time for me slowed right down, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. The change in her was terrifying , beyond anything I could have imagined. What happened must have taken place in less than a second, yet it still seems like a long time to me. I saw her eyes, the pupils now red vertical slits glaring at me. Her mouth opened in a feral snarl revealing the long pointed canines, still stained with my blood. Her hands, the fingers tipped with talons, snapped towards the stake so fast I knew she would grip it before I could drive it into her. I knew I was dead. Then light glinted off the cross on the stake. Her expression changed in an instant to one of total fear, her hands jerked away from the stake as if they'd been burnt. Next moment, the stake pierced her breast. I felt it grate past the ribs and penetrate deep into her. A gigantic flash of light filled the room. I was hurled up and away from the bed. I must have hit my head on something, because I remember nothing more until I came to, lying in a heap on the floor. I checked myself over for injuries, but apart from an impressive lump on my head and some dried blood on my chest I was fine. I looked around the room. The bedroom window seemed to have been forced wide open in the blast, the curtains, half torn down , were dangling out through the opening fluttering forlornly in the breeze. There was no other damage I could see. Steeling myself, I sat up and looked at the bed. There was nothing there. No body, nothing. Just the stake, rammed through the sheet and mattress. I'd expected a body, perhaps a pile of ash; but there was nothing, nothing at all. I noticed a faint, faint smell of burning. Pulling myself up to the bed I saw that the surface of the stake was slightly charred. Just a thin film of carbon on the surface, hardly noticeable. I slumped back with relief. I hadn't really thought about how I would dispose of the body and at least now I didn't have to. Then a new fear arose in my mind. Without some evidence, could I be sure I'd destroyed her? Was the window and curtain evidence of her hurried escape into the night? Was my life now in mortal peril? I felt a twinge in my neck. I put my hand to it and it came away bloody. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Blood oozed slowly from twin punctures in my neck. I wiped it and my chest clean with a flannel, and then put a plaster over the wound. It's never fully healed by the way. That's why I have a plaster on my neck to this day. Eviline The rest of that day I concentrated on the practical. I burnt the stake to ashes. Broke up the bed and took it and the mattress to the tip. Bought a new bed. I put the chain back on my cross and put it on. I started anointing myself with Holy Water. I put the flat on the market and persuaded the Company to transfer me to the City. I reasoned that, on the principle that if the best place to hide a pebble is on a beach, the best place to hid a person is in a big city. I called Jim Carpenter again, just before I left to come here. 'Jim, it's Steve. You remember that stuff we talked about in the King's Head?' 'Don't want to, but yes.' 'Reckon I met the person responsible. And I've dealt with it, I think. Hope you don't get any more deaths like it to report.' 'Bloody hell! You think you've stopped it? What was it?' I noted he said 'what was it', not 'who was it'. That made me chuckle, though without humour. 'I see you've got some ideas of your own. To answer your question, a vampire.' 'Yea, won't pretend I'm surprised to hear it. No story in it for me, though. Editor would think I'd gone mad, might be right too! Thanks anyway.' The phone went dead. Annie, You said I should tell someone, go for counselling. Who should I tell? Who would believe me? The Authorities would either arrest me for murder or section me to a mental institution, or both. And I think that a similar outcome might occur with a counsellor. I could tell no one, at least not until today. And that's it. The entire story. I hope that you understand why I have 'nightmares' about it." I sighed. "I said that was all, well not quite. There is one more thing. Just as the stake stabbed into her, her face changed again. Her pupils became round again and in her eyes I saw the human soul she had been. A soul tortured and agonised. And as the explosion hurled me from the bed I thought I heard her whisper 'thank you.' As time has gone on my fear has subsided. I will never take off my cross and I'll always use holy water. But although I've looked, I've seen no more reports of strange deaths; so perhaps I did destroy her, or it. Or perhaps she's gone a long way away, knowing that some people at least were alert to what was really going on." I sighed and finally looked at Annie. Her eyes were searching my face and slowly her expression of horror softened. "I don't know that I can believe what you've told me, Paul. But it is obvious that you believe everything that you've told me; and that's good enough for me, at least for now. I'm not going to tell anyone what you've said either. It is too fantastic." "Annie, you are a truly wonderful person." "Thanks. I should be terrified of you, shouldn't I Paul. On the face of it you're either a murderer or delusional, or more likely a delusional murderer. But I can't believe that about you. I don't believe you are delusional and if she was what you said you aren't really a murderer either. I don't know what to make of it." Her face and voice filled with compassion. "But right now I want to hold you. It must have been a terrible ordeal for you and I can see how much talking about it has upset you." We snuggled down into the bed together. Annie took me in her arms. The touch of her hands soothed me and I felt myself start to relax again. I felt warm, comforted and safe. I startled to kiss Annie's face and then moved down to lick and nibble her neck just as she liked it. Annie sighed with pleasure. The tip of my tongue felt for and found the pulse in her neck. A soft murmur. "If what you said is true, I must admit I can see the logic of your conclusions. As for her being able to pin you down, that's scary. You're much stronger than you look Paul, so her strength must have been amazing." "Um. Surprised that that is what gets you to believe me, though." "I didn't say I believed it, not yet anyway. You really don't have proof of any of this do you?" "I don't know what you would call proof." I whispered. "There is one thing you forgot though ..." I reached out and took one of her hands in mine. Caressing her fingers I moved her hand to my neck. "I can show you ..." My tongue sensing her delicious pulse I took the sweet flesh of her neck into my mouth, I could feel her pulse surging between my teeth. Whispering around my mouthful of flesh, I pressed her hand to the plaster on my neck and added, " ... exactly where she bit me."