3 comments/ 40134 views/ 7 favorites A Ghost's Tale Ch. 01 By: TheSwashbuckler She walked the silent halls of the old manor. It was her way and all she knew for numberless days. Even her name was just a meaningless echo or a strange scribble on lifeless paper. To her eyes, the halls were as sumptuous and rich as they always have, but she could feel the pull of age and the pang of emptiness. She didn't see them walk in. "Michael, don't they say this place is haunted?" Michael grinned at his young companion. Belinda brushed her dark bangs away from her eyes and adjusted her leather bodice. She only wore it occasionally and forgot how restrictive it could be. Michael grinned and watched her cleavage. They were both dresses in black and leather, celebrating a theme party at their college. He opened his long black coat like a cape and said in a bad Bela Legosi impression, "Vie ov course it iz haunted..." "Oh, stop it." Michael laughed and pulled Belinda into a tight embrace. His hands ran down her back and settled on the bare flesh on small of her back. She purred against his lips as they kissed deeply. "Bel, you look so damn hot, I've been wanting to fuck you for hours," he said playfully. Belinda grinned and sashayed back. Michael traced her form starting at her feet. Black patent leather granny boots gave way to thigh high fishnet stockings that didn't tuck under her short mini skirt. Her black bodice pushed her breasts up teasingly as an ankh hung from a black leather choker. "You gotta catch me first, big boy." Belinda turned on her heels and dashed up the old stairs. Michael grinned as he bounded after her. She felt the teasing laughter, and it shook her from her half remembered reverie. She looked around the halls and sensed a breath of life in the old passageway. Not just a breath of life, but she caught the scent of lust over the layers of dust. Another breath breezed by her, and she suddenly saw the hall. Not as she wished it, but as it really was. Dull. Lifeless. Curiosity replaced her empty wanderings and she knew she had to follow. The breaths spun into a familiar room and she saw a young couple pressed against the wall. His hands were on the girl's body, pawing at her breasts. The girl was pulling at his shirt and trying to rip it open. Their lips were locked together, and then she felt an emptiness, a yearning, she barely remembered. Michael unhooked Belinda's bodice nimbly and freed her pert breasts as they kiss. His skin felt on fire as she reached under his shirt and raked her nails lightly against his chest. Her nipples were already hard from the tight bodice and they became harder still between his thumb and forefinger. Belinda mewed in delight and rubbed herself against her boyfriend. "Oh Michael," she purred, "lie down, I want that big cock in my mouth before you fuck me." Michael quickly spread his coat on the floor and laid down on it. He watched as Belinda teasingly put her index finger into the side of her mouth and squatted. Her miniskirt rose and revealed her wispy lace panties. She went to her hands and knees and arched her back like a cat in heat, spreading her hands and dragging across Michael's chest before grasping his belt. Belinda hurriedly opened his pants as if tearing open wrapping paper. There was what she wanted: his thick, hard cock. Belinda grinned impishly as she wrapped her slender fingers around his member. She stroked him softly. Michael took a shuddering breath and gasped at the welcome sensation. "Oh God you have a beautiful cock," Belinda cooed. An intense warmth flooded her as she absorbed their lust. It was crippling, and she leaned against the cool wall for support. Long forgotten aches shot through her as distant memories erupted to the surface. She tried to close her eyes, but the emotions and sensations were all the more powerful. She couldn't turn away. Her knees shook as the warmth became more intense. She watched the girl's black colored lips kiss and tease the young man's manhood. She met the girl's lust filled gaze, though not intended for her. Her hand covered her breast and her other covered her sex. She moaned silently as the girl started to take the young man with her mouth. The girl bobbed up and down barely able to take in his girth. She opened her mouth wide and suckled three fingers, mimicking his size. She hoped it would cool her heat, but it only fanned it. She watched as he brushed his fingers through her hair, and she felt the pull of her own. "Sweet Jesus, that feels so good...." Michael moaned. Belinda cooed in response as she continued to work his cock with her moist mouth. She loved his fingers tangling in her long hair. It drove her to new and deeper passions. Her legs squeezed together to hold in her passion. Not yet, she thought. "Not yet," echoed in her mind. She slowed her pace and petted her sex gently. She yearned again. She felt alive again. She knew desperation again. And it both thrilled and terrified her. Watching these lovers suddenly was not enough. She crawled, her legs suddenly too weak to carry her, over and covered the young man's hands with hers. She looked into his passion glazed eyes, and she smiled as she stroked his strong arm. She smiled and licked her lips as she crawled around behind the girl and scented the living girl's sex. It was so sweet and tempting. She couldn't wait any longer. Her tongue extended. Belinda moaned on Michael's cock. She drifted into one of her fantasies of getting and giving oral sex at the same time. Sometimes it was a man in her dreams. Sometimes it was a woman. Either way, she grew more and more excited and started to truly fuck his cock with her mouth. She gripped his member tightly with her small hand and furiously bobbed up and down, her lips gliding on his shaft. Michael gasped at Belinda's new pace and started to writhe under her. "Oh God, Bel!" he exclaimed. She popped his cock out of her mouth and stood, tearing off her soaked panties and throwing them aside. "Oh fuck, Michael, I need you inside me!" Belinda hurriedly straddled Michael's torso and guided his member to her wet, smooth sex. Her eyes closed as her labia wrapped around the tip of Michael's thickness and pressed against her opening. She held her breath as she filled herself with him. Waves of passion rippled up her spine and down her legs as she continued to engulf his manhood. Bel leaned back, letting her hair fall down her back and jutting out her breasts, while she reached up under Michael's shirt and dragged her fingernails along his chest. Michael spread his hands over Bel's thighs as she rose softly, starting to rock her hips up and down, gripping the young man's cock tightly with her sex. The young woman's eyes fluttered open and closed slowly as she gasped in delight. A long, raspy moan escaped Belinda's pouting lips. She rocked slowly, letting her body adjust to the fullness. Michael's hands felt her thigh muscles flex as she her hips rose and gripped his cock. She knelt behind the girl, leaned against her back and wrapped her hands around the young woman's torso. The girl's breasts were firm and warm. They felt delightful, and She found herself rising moving in unison with the girl. Slowly rising and falling, like a slow breath. She looked over the girl's shoulder at the boy. His green eyes were glazed over in passion, but locked on his lover's. A wry grin curled her lips and she began to pet and tease the girl's breasts. The girl gasped and cooed in response and quickened her pace. "Belinda," Michael growled softly. "Lemme take over." Belinda smiled and slid off her lover. "How do you want me?" she asked coyly. Michael grinned as he got to his knees. "On all fours, you naughty little bitch," he said playfully. Belinda grinned impishly and stretched her body along Michael's coat as if she were a cat. Her knees were together pushing her heart shaped rear high in the air. Her back arched dramatically and her arms stretched outward. Michael fought back the urge to grasp his cock and force himself to orgasm watching her, her legs in fishnets, her black skirt pushed up over her shapely ass. He lightly spanked her once and positioned himself behind her. She cooed sweetly as he pressed his cock between her folds and entered her again. Michael slowly began to roll his hips. Belinda's sex was wet and willing, taking him in deeply and massaging him. Instinctively he quickened his pace and strengthened his thrusts. Belinda's eyes rolled back as waves over pleasure accompanied each long stroke. She quickly sat in front of the girl and opened her legs wide. Her sex was near enough that she felt the young woman's pants on her excited womanhood. She watched the couple and felt the unquenchable need to be filled as well. She filled her self with two fingers. Sparks jolted up and down her spine igniting long forgotten impressions of lust and passion. The young man grunts echoed in the room, and she timed her own thrusts to match his. She watched the girl's lithe body shudder as he crashed into her relentlessly. A greedy thought flashed into her mind. She rose slowly, sauntered over to the boy and nestled in behind him. She reached between his legs and rubbed his scrotum. "Oh God!" Michael groaned. He gripped Belinda's hips and pistoned her deeply. She yowled in delight and let out a long approving hiss. He felt her sex spasm and quiver as he slammed into her. "Oh Jesus, Michael," Belinda moaned. "Let me watch you cum... please!" Michael pulled his cock out, and Belinda crawled around. Her eyes locked on his member, glistening with her juices. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started working it hard. His hand jacked furiously along his shaft, leaving the tip in clear view. Dollops of pre-cum dripped out and fell in heavy droplets. She gasped and hurried around. His beautiful young cock beckoned her as she lustily locked her lips around his tip. She tasted him. She scented him. She felt his heavy cock head on her tongue and prayed for his release. "OH!!!!" Michael howled as a heavy spurt of jism jetted out of his cock. He thrust his hips forward, his back arched sharply and his muscles cramped. His hand fell away from his manhood with the third spasm, and he breathed raggedly. Belinda purred seductively and smiled. She enjoyed watching him cum. Everything from the way his mouth opened to the way his off hand stretches out excited her. She took his cock deeply into her mouth, savoring the long forgotten taste of a man and even pressing her lips against his torso. Soon, he fell away and she sat, still yearning. Belinda crawled over and kissed Michael deeply. He brushed back her hair and they fell on the coat, still embracing. Please... she whispered realizing she was now alone. A Ghost's Tale Ch. 02 "You're joking!" Belinda cocked an eyebrow and Michael shrugged his angular shoulders. "It's God's honest truth, Bel," Michael said. "My folks bought the house at a tax auction. They figured it'd give me a place to stay while in college and then rent it when I'm out." Belinda folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she pursed her lips. "But why that house?" Michael broke into a wide grin, "What? Didn't have any fun there?" Belinda grinned and glanced downward. She took a sweet, deep breath and the memories of a passionate encounter resurfaced. The young woman cooed softly. Her cool green eyes opened slowly and refocused on her boyfriend. She took another snorting breath and suppressed the memories of passion for a moment of practicality. "Michael," she started, "is the house even livable?" "Well, the bones on it are great. Dad's there now making sure the water will run and the power works. Um..." "Um.... What?" Belinda asked. "My folks are making me live there and fix the place." She felt hollow. Hollow like the cold, dank room that surrounded her. She remembered the couple, alive, passionate, and the spark it ignited in her. She forgot to walk the halls. They were no longer warm and lush, but dusty and tattered. A musty dank filled her nostrils wherever she went. The scant furniture that remained was covered with a threadbare cloth. Then a faint spice caught the air. She scented it and remembered. The young man. He returned. She dashed out of her dank room and smiled. Pulling her wispy gown around her, she padded down the stairs and found, once again, he was not alone. "You're right, man. This is one helluva fixer upper." Michael turned to his friend and shrugged. "What can you say, David? It's not exactly like we're on Flip That House or anything." David dropped his large duffel bag and knapsack. He scratched the day old scruff on his chin and appraised the large room. Michael grinned. He and his friend, more his friend, were always building or tinkering. If it were a bike, it needed to go faster. If it were a shed, it needed to withstand a direct nuclear blast. "Well," David mused, "at least the power works." "And the plumbing too," Michael responded. "Well, at least in this one downstairs bathroom, but plumbing and electrical aren't things we're worrying about. We're just dry wall and carpentry guys." "This job is going to take a while," David said as he moved around the room. She pulled her gossamer robe around her body tightly as she watched this other young man. He walked with a casual elegance, unlike the excitable prance of the first one. His dark hair was lightened by the sun and his dusky skin was testament to a love of the outdoors. Both young men were handsome, but in different ways. The first young man was well built, but almost foppish, but his companion. He was of the earth. Michael found himself in the makeshift kitchen. A refrigerator sat away from the wall, plugged in. He opened the door and pulled out two bottles of beer. "Yeah, tell me about it." Michael returned to the center room and handed his friend a bottle and sat down. "I could have used your help getting all this crap in here," he groused half-heartedly. "Yeah," David retorted glibly, "damn that thing called 'a job.'" Michael laughed deeply and then took a large gulp from his bottle. David finished his beer and stretched. "Okay, man. I'm gonna get settled. See you in the morning." "Sleep tight." David gathered his bags and entered one of the nearby rooms. He could tell he stepped into an old library, but it was near the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. His full size bed crowded the room, but the built in bookcases made a convenient place to store his few things. He vowed to get them out of storage as soon as one of the upstairs rooms was livable. She sat by the first young man and remembered his taste in her mouth. A lustful grin slowly crept across her face and she sprawled across his lap. Her gossamer gown opened nonchalantly. She grinned and stroked his chin with her fingers. "Missed you," she giggled. But despite her teasing, there was no response from him. She pursed her lips together and furrowed her brow. When last she saw the young man, he burned hot, like a fire. But now? Cold. A jealous thought wrinkled her lip as she sat up, but she felt a gentle warmth coming from the old library. Once again wrapping the gown around her body, she padded over and slipped inside. The other young man softly caressed the bookcase. She felt his admiration for the craftsman. He glanced around the room and a sense of selfless pride emanated from him. Then the young man peeled his shirt off, revealing his smooth, muscular chest. He quickly unhitched his belt and slid his denim jeans off his body. Socks went next followed by his tight boxing style under things. She coyly looked away, but remained focused on the muscular young man as he climbed, naked, into his bed. "Oh, my..." she gasped with feigned innocence. She watched the simple quilt form around the young man and admired him for a few moments. That admiration quickly turned to desire. She approached and sat on his bed. His eyes were closed, and he breathed softly. Delicately, she caressed his chest. And she felt him. A spark shot through her as she laid down along side him. She slipped her hand under the quilt and ran her fingers along his bare skin. She listened to his breath shudder slightly as a rasping moan escaped his opening lips. Her hand glided down his chest and across his firm stomach. She smiled at him as her hand dipped past his navel and her fingers folded around his sex. It was relaxed, but she still delighted in its heaviness in her hand. She started caressing it. Slowly moving her hand up and down until it began responding. His sex thickened first, and then grew both in length and in girth. He gave a low throat groan of approval in his sleep. She picked up her speed and soon she could barely close her fist around his member. The quilt flapped with each stroke, and she felt the burn of life again. She slipped her hand away only to lift the quilt and slide beneath it with him. She slipped out of the gossamer robe and molded her nakedness to his. He sighed contentedly as she wrapped her fingers around his proud sex once more. She massaged him and leaned to his chest. She kissed his nipple as she moved around him. Not letting his member go, she moved her hand form the base to the tip, only to flutter her fingers back down. Dragging her body against his, she kissed his chest, his stomach and soon found herself between his strong thighs. She stared at his beautiful cock in her hands before sliding her tongue from the base to the tip. She savored the taste of his flesh before licking him again. The reawakened embers of her passions flared to life again. She wrapped her lips over his cock. Her lips formed a ring behind his base, holding his thickness in her mouth as she rolled her tongue across his mushroom head. Her ears filled with his groans of pleasure. She smiled and bobbed her head up and down on his cock. His spicy taste danced on her tongue and her own passions overtook her. All she wanted was the salty taste of his cum in her mouth. And she slid his proud cock deep and closed her throat around it. She rocked her entire body up and down on his cock, frantically trying to milk him. Soon, she tasted the salty drops of precum. Soon she felt his power pool. His cock quivered in her mouth. And, like a geyser, he erupted. A Ghost's Tale Ch. 03 David and Michael clanked their beer bottles together celebrating the complete and refurbished upstairs bath. The new black and white ceramic tile on the floor and up the walls gleamed. The redone plumbing and electrical worked perfectly. Michael stretched out the kinks in his back the new toilet put there and drank down his beer in large gulps. They were sitting in the common room, watching a baseball game. "Okay, that only took two weeks," Michael said putting his bottle on the coffee table. "Bathrooms and kitchens take the longest time," David mused. "And the most money." Michael let out a long mournful groan, "Gah, money. I feel like all we do is spend, spend, spend!" David choked back a laugh. "You sound like my mother." Michael rolled his eyes and flipped open his laptop. He downloaded his email and wrote a quick, naughty message to Belinda. He grinned wickedly as he hit the Send button. They often traded flirty to explicit comments, and Michael (who hadn't seen her in three days) sent a particularly blatant and unflowery message leaving little to the imagination. She leaned over the back of the sofa, listening to a game between the… Devil Rays? Her brow furrowed in frustration as who ever was calling the play by play was not describing the action very well. She couldn't form the picture in her mind. And who are these Devil Rays and why are they playing the Red Sox in May? She watched the young man, David, drink his beer, and she pined for the bitter taste. She hated beer, but to taste anything… She heard the call of a 2-2 count, the crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd and the excitement in the announcer. A home run! David stood and cheered and she wrapped her arms about his broad torso in celebration. "What?" Michael asked as he rushed back over. He saw the replay of the ball sailing over the right field wall and stamped his foot in disgust. "Aw fuck," he moaned. "That pitcher is on my fantasy team!" David fell back into the sofa as if knocked off balance. "How many beers have you had, dude?" Michael chided. David looked around, "Not near enough to fall over yet." He added a lie, "Must have tripped on something." He felt a pair of soft arms around him. He was sure of it. "Uh-huh. Hey, I got another email form Sam." Michael announced. "Sent me pics of the cabinets he built." Michael handed over his laptop. David scrolled through the gallery and nodded. "Sweet," he said. "And has worked a bunch of installs, too. Are we looking for another roomie or hiring a contractor?" "Both?" She listened to their laughter and a little giggle escaped her parted lips. She walked around the sofa, coyly dragging her fingertips along the edge and then sat next to her handsome David. He stretched out his arm and she nuzzled up next to him and closed her eyes listening happily to the baseball game. +++++++++++++++++++++++ Michael put his pencil down and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Bad enough he had to restore this money pit, and bad enough his stipend from his parents barely covered that expense, he had calculus homework and was still wiped out from too much baseball and too much beer. He idly grabbed his cell phone and dialed Belinda. "Hello?" "Bel, it's Mike. What are you up to tonight?" A loud clunking knock thudded from the door. "Oh, the usual. Nothing. Want to come over? We could kick Tamara and Cheyenne out of the apartment." Michael grinned and rose from his seat. "Mm, that sounds great baby. There's someone at the door." "Okay. Call me back." Michael opened the door and peeked around it. A young woman stood relaxed on the stoop. Her weight was shifted to her right side and a hand rested on her hip. She was sheathed in black and white racing leathers and a matching helmet dangled in her off hand. Her midnight black hair was pulled into a sharp, leather wrapped ponytail that dangled over her shoulder. Her large green eyes looked up and a coy, knowing smile curled her full lips. "C-can I help you?" he croaked. "Hi," she said. "I'm Sam." Michael fumbled for some words before inviting the girl inside. He watched her glide into the house and fling her ponytail down her back. Sam looked around with a soft smile on her face. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds. "This place has some great bones," she said. Michael heard her speak but was too busy starting at her curves barely hidden by her racing leathers. "Uh-huh," he grunted in response. Sam turned quickly catching Michael's staring and cocked her hips, grinning. "So," she announced. "Which room is mine?" +++++++++++++++++++++ Michael stood under the showerhead and let the hard spray hammer at his tight shoulders. He couldn't shake the sight of Sam's leather clad tail from his mind. He traced how she moved into the room, glided more than walked, and even in heavy, clunky, riding boots she had a grace that was hypnotic. He sighed, soaped up his hands, and washed himself. As he washed his cock, the memory of Sam's eyes, smile, and her well-shaped body flashed into his mind. He peeled off the leathers in his mind, imagining what she looked like, as his hand slowly worked his soap-slicked member. His manhood responded and it soon grew in his hand. Michael ran his fingers along his hardening shaft, paying attention to the now exposed, sensitive flesh under his pink mushroom shaped head. The ring created by his thumb and middle finger tightened as he imagined the feel of the new girl's lips around his cock. He looked down and fantasized about gazing into her large, emerald eyes as her mouth glided up and down his manhood. She giggled and spread across the vanity like a stretching cat. Her view was perfect, and she could see his fantasy girl kneeling before him in the shower. It was whispy, nebulous, only really consisting of a barely made out body and large, sparkling green eyes. "Mmm," she purred. "Naughty, naughty. And you already have a girl." She watched as he pleasured himself, going from his face to his crotch and back again. An unspoken fantasy entered Michael's mind: one he never voiced but the idea always excited him. His cock responded and grew even more rigid as the flashes and thoughts played out in his mind. He wanted to fuck a girl and have Belinda watch. He imagined his girl outside, watching, as he used the unnamed girl's mouth. His hand tightened more as he fantasized about pressing the girl to the wall of the shower and entering her sex, hearing Belinda's soft direction. Then the words he truly loved to hear her say reverberated in his mind. "Michael," the fantasy Belinda mewed, "I want to watch you cum." He couldn't hold back any longer and streams of jism exploded from his cock, spattering against the wall of the shower. He slumped forward and let the spray hammer against his shoulders as he panted. She smiled coyly, opened her legs and posed on the vanity. "Mmm, thanks for the show, big boy." A Ghost's Tale Ch. 04 "You didn't tell me 'Sam' was a girl, Michael." Belinda folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the new marble sink in the upstairs bath. At first, she was honestly upset. Samantha was extremely attractive. Her tight, lean body was so unlike Belinda's softer curves, and a pang of jealousy gnawed on Bel's stomach. But Michael was so delightfully jumpy at lunch, she soon forgave his innocent mistake. He continually had this deer-in-the-headlights look about him, and Belinda could barely contain her laughter. "I didn't know until she showed up," Michael protested. "Guess I should have found that out." Belinda grinned wickedly, "Ya think?" She narrowed her eyes, as Michael became quiet interested in the grout on the floor tiles. The girl cruelly delighted in the long, uncomfortable silence. "So, Michael," she cooed, "you fucked her yet?" Michael looked up as if he had been slapped square across the face. "Wha…?" he managed to stammer. Belinda turned on her heels and leaned on the counter. She rose up on her toes, stretching and accentuating the shapeliness of her legs, and pushed her hips out. Her feet slid about shoulder's width apart, and her back arched steeply. Belinda looked over her shoulder, her dark bangs hiding one eye, and the thin shoulder strap of her sundress fell from her shoulder. Michael could see down her dress in the reflection. "Oh I know you, Michael," she purred. "You've been dreaming about what it would be like to put your nice big cock into that tight little body, haven't you?" Belinda lifted her skirt slightly, teasing Michael with a glimpse of her rear. She leaned across the counter even more, folding her arms under her. Suddenly the image of her catching Michael and Sam together flashed in her mind. Belinda saw his body grinding into hers in much the same pose she was in now. Her center warmed quickly, and she took a sharp, shuddering breath. Belinda always enjoyed watching Michael use his cock, and now another use excited her. She exposed her tail to him and swayed it hypnotically. "Michael, get that cock in me," she ordered with a heavy moan. ++++++++++++ She looked around the bustling room and smiled to herself. It had been far too long since the room filled with laughter and dancing. She heard the record player, but this music was so wild, so explicit, she blushed when a singer talked of being a slave and whips. Young handsome men, danced closely with beautiful girls in ways she had never seen. Even girls danced with girls almost lewdly to this strange music. "It's certainly not the Charleston," she mused. She watched David and Samantha mingle with their guests. She leaned on her paramour, happily, as he talked about the house. She leaned up, blew gently in David's ear and delighted as he shuddered and responded. She watched as the pretty, new girl, Sam, strolled by. Her eyes narrowed on Sam, and she tightened her grip around David's torso. But Sam walked past and joined a group of girls dancing rather provocatively. The boys around them stood with mouths agape. After the dance, she watched Sam lead a long legged girl up the stairs. She slipped away from David and followed quietly. Sam and the girl, Brandy, giggled as they both tumbled onto the bed. Brandy's long, shapely legs curled around Sam's body. Sam cupped her hand against Brandy's firm, bare ass as Brandy's skirt rose slightly. "You forgot your panties, you slut," Sam cooed playfully, kissing Brandy's lips softly. They shifted on the bed, and Sam now slid her fingers around Brandy's hips and covered her smooth sex. Brandy slid a hand between Sam's thighs and rubbed lightly. "So did you," Brandy purred. Sam removed her hand from Brandy's sex and pulled her tight tee shirt over her head. Her tight abdomen was decorated with a Chinese dragon coiling around her pierced navel. Her nipples were adorned with small gold rings. Brandy smiled and ran the pads of her fingertips over the hoops. Sam took a deep breath as her nipples hardened to the touch. She covered Brandy's hand with her own and rolled her eyes back softly. Sam reopened her eyes and a mischievous grin curled her lips. Samantha reached down and started to unbutton Brandy's blouse. Brandy propped up her chest on her arms and locked her bright blue eyes on Sam's emerald eyes. Sam folded open the blouse, revealing Brandy's full breasts held in check by a lacy bra. Sam leaned down and kissed Brandy deeply. Sam's tongue danced on the metal post pierced through the other girl's tongue as she unhitched Brandy's bra and slid her hands across the full breasts. Brandy moaned, "Ohhhhh, Sam, please put your fingers in me." Sam smiled and curled two of her strong fingers into her lover. She watched the women pet and caress each other and shuddered. Her loins burned again. She fanned her own heat with her fingertips and leaned against a wall. The girl was writhing and cooing under Samantha's touch. Soon, Sam's pants were pushed down to her knees and Brandy began kissing Sam's thighs. She moved closer and kissed the small of Samantha's back. This all seemed so familiar… so much more than when she was with David, or watching Michael and Belinda. She wanted to feel the metal in Sam's breasts and started to reach for them. She turned. "Tommy?" she gasped to no one. "It's not like that Tommy. I…" Two strong, yet non-existent hands clutched her throat. She gasped and kicked helplessly as she sprawled on the floor. "T- T- Tommy…you're… hurting me…" She heard the pleas from her memory and as the world went black she felt the shuddering blow and heard the yelp of pain. She let out a low, deep rattling breath and went limp.