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The Library Ch. 01

By: AKAheyU



The summer was at its peak, the days were hot, the nights along the coast were cool, and the nightlife was at it's craziest this time of the year, especially on weekends in the small beach community of Driftwood. New bands were performing and their sound was coming in and out of the small pubs and bars that lined the streets near the beaches. This Saturday night, the music throbbed as Amanda Michelsen passed the doorways, most of them a variation of country or rock and sometimes a jazz sound would emerge and vibrate the windows near where she walked.

She'd been hanging out at the beach for the summer, even renting a cottage a block away from the sand so she could attempt to get her head together after "the disappearance" as she came to call it with a man that disappeared from her life with no explanation. Mark Waters was just gone after they'd spent three years together. The day of his disappearance, she called the police to make sure that he was all right, so they entered his house one day to find no signs of foul play and nothing out of the ordinary except that he left everything there! His credit cards, identification, and as far as she could tell even his clothes! His truck was still parked outside and his boat was still in its slip along the back of the house, so he didn't go sailing or driving anywhere.

Amanda called his parents, but that proved fruitless as well. They hadn't heard from him either. Of course she tried his office, he was the head of the advertising department at a local television station, but they didn't have any explanation either for his disappearance. They even ran a news story about him. So he was officially listed as a "Missing Person" and the station hired someone to replace him after a few weeks. The story went cold there too. All the calls that came in saying he was seen somewhere, turned out to be a hoax or in error.

She still had her job working for another local station, not in any high-tech job or even one that was glamorous, but receptionist do get to meet a lot of interesting people and Mark was one of those people! Those memories of their first date flooded back to her as she realized that one of the country bands in a bar nearby was playing "the song" that became his and hers. Her footsteps on the sandy sidewalk slowed and stopped as the song continued to blare from the open door of the bar.

She leaned over and took one of her red pumps off to eject some sand that had found it's way into the shoe, probably through the open toe. It felt like a boulder was in there! Amanda hadn't intended to actually go to this particular place tonight, but was dressed for more of a party atmosphere in her red pumps, red butt hugging jeans, and white peasant girl crop top. It exposed a lot of cleavage and it allowed her to show her dangly navel piercing jewelry. After leaving work, the night before, she had time to get her nails done, long and red, and even had her roots lightened to match the rest of her long blond hair that was genetically a mousy brown. She was a couple of months after her 26th birthday and knew things had to change, and tonight was the night.

After getting the boulder out of her shoe, the song still played. She leaned up with her back against the wall and closed her eyes. She struggled with emotion and told herself not to cry. She needed to change directions! She had to stop being torn apart each time something reminded her about him! It had been 21 months, 10 days and some hours and minutes since she'd seen him last. She hadn't been touched by someone in almost a two year period. Tonight seemed a great night to put it behind her!

She still wanted to keep Mark. But she knew she had to purge him from her as well. So she took a deep breath, and walked into the country bar and immediately felt like a milk bucket under a bull. Everyone had a cowboy hat on but her. Everyone had on western wear but her. Worse yet, everyone had on cowboy boots except her. But she didn't break her stride as she went to slide onto a bar stool. A number of guys stopped what they were doing and took a good long look as she made her way to her perch. 

The bartender came to her and asked, "What can I get ya?"

"Red wine, please."

The bartender looked down at the floor on his side of the bar and cocked a grin and looked back up at the beautiful girl across the bar from him and said, "I can tell you're new here. We have whiskey. We have beer. We even have the beer on tap or in a long neck bottle. But we don't have any wine. Sorry."

Amanda was kind of surprised at the news. So she leaned a little closer and said, "I like things nice and long, so how about a beer in one of those bottles you just mentioned."

His eyebrows just about exited the top of his face by the ejection button she just pushed for him. He turned his back, opened a chest cooler, reached inside and gave the lid a little twist, placed a napkin on the bar top, and promptly put the beer in front of her with the lid still sitting a bit askew on the top with a light foam running over and down the side. Even with his speed in delivering the drink, she was even faster fishing a five dollar bill out of her clutch purse. She laid it in front of her and he took it and placed a couple of bills and quarters change there for her and went to the next patron.

She reached for her drink, and turned around to hear the band begin another song that hit close to home. She closed her eyes and took a big long drink and opened them to find a dark haired, blue eyed, goatee wearing cowboy standing in front of her giving her a serious once over. She thought he was cute, in fact she thought he was hot! When he spoke, it was without any southern accent, "My name's Kyle," he shouted above the bands sound level.

It was her turn to give him a complete top to bottom once over. As far as she could tell, he's a head taller than she was even in her heels, had the ass that would even turn her head, and if the package in front under the monster belt buckle was real, it was making her wet in ways she hadn't been in almost two years! She looked in his eyes and said, "I'm Amanda. . . Wanna get out of here?"

"What'd you say?" he asked.

"Would you like to go somewhere besides here!" she shouted over the noise.

"My place?"

"Is it far?" she asked.

"Only about a mile," he said only wondering how he could be this lucky!

She hopped off her seat and said, "I'm game!"

Kyle stopped and made some gestures to the bartender and paid his tab and was out the door in a flash. Amanda was standing outside and as he emerged she went to him and put her arms around him and pressed her hips to his crotch and deeply kissed him. She pulled away and said to him, "We can do anything you want, for as long as you want. But just know, this night is for me, and without going into too much detail," she paused a moment and reflected to what one of the sports guys at the station told her once upon a time. "I'm a free agent. I've been cut from my team and don't know why. But I need tonight to know I'm still good at what I can do. . . Make sense?"

Kyle tipped his hat up and said, "Nope. But I'm glad I can help!" He held her hand and walked her to his Jeep, opened her door and drove as safely and sanely and as quickly as he could to his home.

The Library Ch. 01



Chapter 1: The storm 

"Excuse me, the library is closing," Chloe said through a false smile, biting back her annoyance as the sleeping man regarded her In the same way as one of the many stains on his overalls. 

"Lemme alone, this is a public building," the smell of cigarettes already hanging around him like a cloud, reached a stomach churning intensity as he spoke. 

"Yes it is, but we have to close for the night," her smile polite, despite her gathering anger. 

The man stood, up, looming over her. As he did a fresh wave of cigarette stench rolled off him, accompanied by body odor and another smell that made her realize he'd prioritized sleeping over going to the bathroom to relieve himself. A mouth full of broken teeth grinned down at her and she motioned to the door. He stood silently, testing her not moving. After a few seconds she retreated calmly to the desk and reached for the phone, as she did he began to move. The sound of plastic bags rustled for a few moments as he gathered his belongings. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going, keep yer panties on!" a loud fart ringing out to accentuate his annoyance at being roused from his sleeping spot. 

Mrs. Patricia Rochester descended the stairs from the second level. Her manicured nails tapping an annoyed staccato on the banister as she did. 

"Was that necessary Chloe?" the older woman asked as the librarian hung up the phone. 

"Charlie is such a sweet man who's just fallen on some hard times. It wouldn't hurt you to be a bit more compassionate," she went on. 

No, he's a drunk and an addict who's only here because the shelter threw him out for beating women! 

To say Chloe didn't like her boss would be so much of an understatement as to be comical. She hated the woman with a passion usually reserved for people who ran dogfighting. Her husband was the district attorney and she'd been handed the job as a way to seem more civic minded to further his political career. With her fake bake tan, endless spin classes and limited attachment to anything that remotely resembled the real world she was the textbook definition of a trophy wife, her eyes even had the same blank glossed over look of a taxidermy trophy. On her first day as head of library operations she'd proven her incompetence by jokingly explaining that she'd only recently learned that the Dewey Decimal System wasn't a sexually transmitted disease. 

"By the way, Mike the Janitor called in sick so we'll need someone to mop up. I'll see you Monday. I'm meeting James for dinner tonight at The Glass Room," and with that she was headed for the door; Chloe scowled as her boss walked away and made her way to the supply closet, as she was now the sole remaining person in the library "someone" meant her. 

=-= 

Patricia had made it halfway to the long narrow bridge that connected the island the library was built on to the mainland, before stopping. Slapping herself lightly on the forehead she turned back as she dug through her purse to produce a heavy ring of keys and locked the door. She had locked the side doors earlier but couldn't shake the feeling she was forgetting something. The feeling faded as she glanced at the time on her phone and hurried across the bridge complaining to no one about how far the walk was. Overhead dark clouds were rolling in. 

=-= 

"Stuck up pain in the ass!" Chloe muttered under her breath as she shoved the bucket and cleaning supplies into the closet. Slamming the door shut she headed towards the bathroom. 

"A three day weekend over Valentine's day so of course I wouldn't have any plans! Happy Friday the thirteenth to me!" she yelled, her voice loud in the empty library. 

After the third round of washing she gave up on getting the smell of latex gloves and chemicals off her hands. Looking at the mirror, her reflection glared back at her green eyes flashing with anger through her glasses. The big round lenses framing her face. Her reddish brown hair, braided up in a tight ponytail, trailed down to her lower back. She glared at the freckles that dotted her cheeks and nose. She'd always been self-conscious of them ever since they'd been a target for ridicule when she was a kid. 

The teasing had stopped for a time, only to pick up again in that most acerbic of public institutions, high school. She'd been tall for her age, lanky gawky and unsure around others, easy prey. One gym class had been all it took for the names to start. The other girls, having noticing the freckles on her shoulders and chest, kept telling her to go back to the showers, telling her she was still dirty. Making fun of her because she showered in a bathing suit with a towel pinned around her waist. She'd stayed there a long time waiting for them to leave. When she'd finally come out she'd already been stuck with the nickname "Howdy do-me". She hated people. 

=-= 

Gathering her bag from behind the checkout desk she once again fumed at how her life had come to this. She longed for the days before Patricia had come, throwing her authority around with all the forethought of a wrecking ball, and with much the same result. She'd added library regulations forbidding groups of people larger than three, supposedly in an effort to cut down on the nonexistent problem of gangs scaring off library patrons. Patricia's lack of anything resembling common sense would have been bad enough, but she was adamant about having her asinine policies enforced. Her group limit policy had done away with writing groups, book clubs and most social activities overnight. Chloe could still recall the day Patricia had demanded nearly everyone turn in their keys, some made up problem of books being stolen at night. 

"Great idea, take away even the tiniest bit of autonomy! Just so everyone has to wait for you to open the doors in the morning! Because the only people that have keys are you and...Mike...the janitor...who's not here..." 

=-= 

"Dammit!" the wood double doors wouldn't budge. Outside the skies had opened up, rain coming down in torrents. 

Trying Patricia's phone her call went straight to voicemail. Chloe hung up the phone in disgust, too angry to know what to do next. Trying to calm herself she flipped on her desk lamp, pulling the book she'd been reading from her messenger bag. Flipping to her bookmark she started to read. Just when the edge of her anger was in danger of softening the lights flickered dangerously. Lightning flashed in the sky above her, visible through the glass skylight, thunder cracking close enough to shake the windows. The lights flickered again and died, leaving Chloe alone in the dark. 

"Dammit!" she sat there fuming for a few minutes before taking a deep breath. 

The cacophony of thunderclaps was accented by the relentless torrent of obscenities spat with malice and abhorrence, spewing forth from the depths of her anger. 

The hairs at the back of her neck pricked up suddenly. Putting a hand to it she looked up as the world exploded in green and white light. Arms flailed out as she fell out of her chair, the back of her head hitting the wood floor hard enough to see stars. Something splashed in the fountain under the skylight, heavy enough for the thud to as it hit the bottom to be heard from where she was. Climbing to her feet she looked over the desk, her anger forgotten for the moment. Somewhere out in the storm someone screamed. 

Chloe gasped, as a sharp pain from her head washed over her for a moment. In the center of the fountain a thick book was laying underwater on the bottom. Curiosity overcame her and she lifted the heavy tome from the waters, impossibly light in her grasp. The cover was black and green, images of eyes, and tendrils trailing across the surface. Something warm seeped against her fingers. Turning the strange book over Chloe noticed black and green ichor seeping from the pages. A low whispering issued forth from the book, somehow drowning out the raging storm. Fear overcame her and the book fell from her hands to the shallow fountain. The strange fluid continued to flow from the book, staining the water brackish green as it spread. She took a step back nervously. 

She felt a warm wet feeling on her fingers and held her hands up to see. The strange liquid had spilt onto her hands and she flailed her hands trying to shake it off. Droplets splattered on the floor and began spreading. In desperation she tried to wipe it off one hand with the other. The moment her hands touched the liquid stuck fast, binding her hands together. A gurgling sound from the fountain made her freeze, turning slowly to face it she took another step back nervously. 

The greenish black ichor was overflowing the basin, the excess spilling out onto the floor. She watched scared and curious as the dark water lifted up forming a long thick tendril. The watery appendage reached up in the air nearly touching the skylight. Chloe held her breath as she slowly stepped back, as she did her hip brushed against a stack of books at the edge of the desk. Her breath caught as she stopped moving. The book teetered at the edge for a moment and she cried inwardly in dismay as it tumbled over the edge, slamming onto the ground with a sound as intense as a thunderclap. The watery limb twisted around and she had the distinct impression it was looking at her. 

Forgoing stealth she turned and ran, sneakers pounding on the wooden floor. Something warm and wet wrapped around her ankle and she screamed in panic. 

"Let go dammit!" she yelled, her sneakers trying to find purchase on the smooth waxed floor as she was dragged back towards the fountain. 

The edge of her wrapped foot reached the edge of the spreading pool of ichor and slipped, the fluid on the ground wrapped around her other foot. A confused yell escaped her lips as she was spun around on her back, the fluid on the ground wrapping around her legs and arms holding her to the floor. The massive tentacle released her and hovered in front of her face. It shuddered for a moment, the tip ballooning in size. A horizontal slit appeared on the round surface, spreading wider until it opened. Another slit began, followed by another. One by the slits opened up into eyes. Eight piercing blue eyes shaped like those of an octopus regarded her, their expression cold and alien. Another tentacle rose from the water, the heavy book clenched in its grip. Smaller tendrils sprouted off it gripping the book and opening it to a page. A booming sound filled the room, harsh, guttural and somehow soothing at the same time. 

Green writing glowed on the pages, the symbols and glyphs moving in slow irregular paths. She didn't understand the symbols or the language, but she could tell the voice was upset, yelling in disjointed guttural bursts. The voice went silent for a few moments as she stared blankly at the book, not comprehending. 

The eye stared at her, unblinking. From around her more tentacles began to rise out of the muck. She could feel them slithering against her body, sliding under her clothes. They paused for a moment as they reached the bike shorts she wore under her long grey skirt. The eye stalk twisted to the side in a move strangely similar to someone cocking their head in confusion. Chloe gasped as a tentacle ran up her inner thighs, meeting at the crotch. The liquid had seeped through her clothes and the bike shorts slid easily off her, despite her best attempts to stop it. 

"Stop it! Just leave me alone! DON'T LOOK AT ME!" She howled tears streaming down her cheeks, her face flushed in embarrassment as a tendril lifted her skirt up. 

A thick tuft of reddish brown hair offset the paleness of her skin. A long pillar of flesh sat below the hair, her cock limp with fear. A pair of heavy balls were hanging down into the strange liquid. One of the tentacles gently lifted her sack to reveal the wet folds of her quim hidden underneath. 

A tentacle teased slowly along her folds, spreading its liquid across her lips. Her body came alive at the sensation, her nerves firing in pleasure as she gasped. The watery invader pressed into her, the sentient liquid flowing and changing shape as it entered her, pressing against the walls of her pussy. She could feel it pushing deep into her body, slowly reaching the deepest parts of her. The tentacle began to grow in size, stretching her body open in slow pulsing measures. She clenched her eyes shut at the sensation only to have them open in shock as she felt another tentacle pressing against the clenching muscle of her ass. 

Chloe thrashed and screamed, her hips trying to pull away only to be held down by more of the tendrils. She could feel the tapered tip circling her ass before pressing inwards, her stomach gave a gurgle of protest as the liquid moved through her body, filling her slowly. The cock she was so ashamed of began to harden as her body responded to the stimulation, the heavy organ rising into the air, a trail of brackish liquid dripping off the tip from where it had lay in the pool of fluids. 

Staring at the storm through the skylight she tried to send her mind somewhere else, to distance herself from what was happening. Overhead the storm was reaching its peak, green lightning flashed across the sky, burning jagged after images into her vision. The eyes followed her gaze and looked up at the storm. 

Turning back to her the eyes narrowed focusing on her young body. As they did a new set of dark green tentacles emerged from the pool that had spread to encompass most of the ground floor. The tips glowed green, eerily bright and beautiful in the dark room. Moving as one they reached out, the glowing tips tracing along her body, leaving glowing trails of eldritch symbols. She blushed in embarrassment as several of them slid under her grey sweater, soaking the heavy wool and leaving trails of green slime and emerald light. She could feel a tingling sensation in her lower body as the two tendrils inside her began to move deeper. 

Green light filled her vision as a large tentacle hovered in front of her face, the tip and sides glowing with pinpricks of green energy. 

Chloe tried to turn her head to look but the liquid held her tight, seeping into her hair and wrapping around her head to bind her to the floor. She could feel the liquid pooling near the back of her ears, a small tentacle on either side stroking her earlobe. 

The member hovering in front of her face leaned forwards and she clenched her mouth to keep it out. The ichor at the tip of her cock began to glow, and press down into the cumslit. The tingling sensation so foreign and new that the groan of strange pleasure escaped her mouth before she could stop herself. The tentacle at her mouth surged forwards plunging towards the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. She gagged, tears welling up as it pressed against the back of her throat. The taste was salty and coppery, and her stomach turned slightly at the taste. The glowing lights danced a symbol of energy onto her tongue and the taste became sweet and calming. Her eyes began to lose focus as the nerves in her body began to give out from combination of powerful aphrodisiacs in the slime and the sheer lengths to which her body was being pushed. 

Lightning flashed across the sky, blue once more and the eye stalk turned to regard it warily. It turned to regard her for a moment and the eyes flashed green. Strange symbols spread out from the "face" of the stalk, racing down its length to spread more symbols across the pool. Her hands were pulled together, the wrist binding to the floor with the dark liquid. The tentacle in her throat swelled, bulging her throat as it shot through her body, pushing into her stomach so fast she could feel and see the bulge on the outside of her belly. It coiled around twisting and reverting to a liquid as it began to absorb into her body. The liquid entered her faster than it could be absorbed and her body started to swell, stomach pressing out slowly, the bottom of her sweater pushing up as her stomach bloated out making her look pregnant. 

Her lower body received the same fate, liquid forcing into her with such ferocity that she could feel her ass being lifted off the ground by the force. Her legs were useless, ankles tethered to the ground by bonds of black ichor. The liquid forced its way into her ass with such force that she thought she felt her back pop as it met the tentacle in her stomach, her stomach doubling in size. 

Outside the lighting had begun to calm, the rain coming less torrentially. 

"The portal is closing!" a voice hissed in her head, angry and scared at the same time. 

Her pelvis creaked as the edges of the pool began to draw inwards, amazed that she felt no pain as her body continued to stretch. Even when a pair of tentacles ripped her bra off and began to force their way into her nipples she felt no pain. Her breasts ballooned in size as they pressed in, she could see the dark liquid tracing its way through the veins and she trembled in fear, and arousal. 

She'd been fighting back her orgasm since the tendrils had forced their way into her. When a thin tipped tentacle pressed against the tip of her cock she lost it. Hips bucking she sprayed her load around the invading tip as her pussy gushed, spraying wildly, her feminine juices and cum splattering against the liquid only to be absorbed and carried along with it. Her muscles tried to clench up after such a powerful orgasm but the invading organism would not be denied. Her ass and pussy were spread open once again and she could feel the flow into her body increasing, whatever this stuff was it somehow felt desperate. The thin tendril reached the base of her still hard cock, sending waves of pleasure through her body as she felt it trying to push deeper. Something gave and she could feel liquid flowing into her body. The tube on the underside of her cock swelled, the tendril stretching it wide to allow more liquid in as the tip founds its way to her momentarily spent balls. Once again black liquid filled her veins as her balls swelled in size, green energy tracing more symbols along the inside of her body. 

The eye stalk disappeared back into the mire as the last of the liquid pooled into her body, mouth and legs clamping shut to avoid anything else entering her. A circle of symbols lined the ground around and under her, drawn on the floor by the liquid before it fully entered her. Her body buzzed with energy and she lifted a hand to the air without meaning to. The tip of her finger glowed green and moved against her will tracing a final symbol in the air. A word she'd never heard left her lips, or mostly left her lips. There was an echo voice that spoke at the same time in words no human tongue could produce. Her eyes glowed green and the circle exploded outwards energy racing away from her. And then, it was quiet. 

=-= 

The storm had passed by the time Chloe awoke, she bolted up hands flying to her stomach. Mostly flat with a little bit of pudge from too much stress eating, but normal. The second thing she noticed was that her bra and sweater had been pushed up, her clothes dry and clean. She blushed slightly as she readjusted them and looked around. As she went to stand up her hand brushed against something heavy and leathery, her heart skipped a beat. 

The cloud had parted, the moon and stars had come out, their cold light filtering through the skylight to illuminate the room. There on the floor bathed in a column of moonlight sat the tome. She ran and dove over the desk, thudding heavily on the ground behind with a muted "Oww!" After a long minute she peeked her head up, the book sat there silent and unmoving. Gathering her courage, along with her messenger bag, she started forward slowly, a yardstick held out in front of her like a sword. She realized it was a poor excuse for a weapon but knew it was better than nothing. She edge forwards slowly, as she got within a few feet of the book she poked it experimentally with the stick, nothing. Growing bolder she poked harder, the stick bowing a little as she pushed the book a few inches, nothing. Semi confident the book, at least for now, was not going to do anything she made a break for the exit. Her outstretched arms crumpled towards her as they hit the locked door, her head bumped into the hardwood before she could stop herself. 




The Library Ch. 01



"Goddamn fucking piece of shit! Open up!" She yelled as she pressed against the wood. Her eyes were closed as she pressed but a flash of green illuminated through the closed lids. She jumped back in shock her feet catching sending her tumbling backwards. She landed on her butt bringing the makeshift sword up once again. The door creaked open gently. She stood up and approached nervously. Pulling the door open a few times she let the heavy spring arm push it closed. After a few tries she threw the door open and dashed through. 

Outside she took a couple deep breaths and tried to rationalize aloud what had happened. 

"Okay, so lightning hit really close, I slipped, hit my head and had a weird dream from reading too much Lovecraft and porn." 

The part of her mind that loved detective stories rebelled against this, particularly the part that loved Sherlock Holmes. Her theory explained everything except the book and the flash of light she saw. 

She stopped as she neared the edge of the island trying to piece her thoughts together as she stared at the building. It was a massive two story house that had belonged to a reclusive millionaire writer. After his death it had laid abandoned for years until the city obtained it from a realty group that was just happy to have it taken off their hands. After the city had got hold of it most of the house had been sealed up except for the actual library part which had been refitted into a secondary public library. 

Her mind flashed back to what had happened, trying to think of any other physical evidence. A hand went to her breast as she remembered seeing the black liquid enter her veins. There was a mirror in the bathroom where she could check for any discoloration. She could also see if there was any discoloration to her. 

"...Balls!" she muttered as she shifted her hips realizing she wasn't wearing her bike shorts. 

There was a rustling sound behind her and a figure stepped out from the bushes, looming over her. 

"Heya bitch!" As he spoke the smell of cigarette smoke rolled off in a wave so thick the breeze off the water could not wash it away. 

"We gonn have some fun," he grinned through a mouthful of blackened teeth as he reached for her.



The Library Ch. 02



Authors Note: If you're going to, or have, read the story I've written called "Breakdown In Redlands, you'll find the sex scene depicted in that story is very similar to the one depicted in the chapter below. Truth be told, I lifted the scene from "Amanda and Kyle," gave it some slight modifications and pasted it into the "Valerie and Brian" story. I apologize for my laziness.

*****

Chapter Two

Kyle opened the front door to his home, and brought Amanda inside by the hand. She asked where the bathroom might be, and she excused herself. Kyle hung his hat up on the pegs beside his front door. He quickly realized that his bed is probably a mess and made a beeline to it and hastily made it straight. Six years in the Navy, and he certainly came out of it knowing how to make his bed straight and in a hurry before an inspection. As he threw the last pillow on the bed, he heard the toilet flush and the door open. He didn't want to get caught in the bedroom right away, but it was too late, Amanda walked out wearing nothing but the hoop earrings she had on, red high heels, the navel jewelry, a belly chain, and a ring in each nipple. Her natural 38 D breasts had no sag, the tan lines were sharply define. Her large breasts, accentuated her narrow waist but her slightly wider hips gave her an hourglass figure most men would dream to enjoy. Her pussy was completely bald and her tan was so dark, it almost looked like she was wearing white, barely there panties.

Kyle's eyes took in the beautiful and incredibly sexy sight as she sauntered towards him with a playful smile and a twinkle in her bright blue eyes. She walked right up to him and began undoing the belt with the massive buckle. Unbuttoned his shirt. Pulled his pants down and knelt in front of him and in one single gulp swallowed the head and shaft of his nine inch cock in one movement all the way to his pubic hair. She remained there for a long few seconds and stuck her tongue out and swished it across his balls. She then closed her mouth completely around the shaft while it was still firmly lodged in her throat and using her nose created an incredibly tight vacuum around his rock hard cock and pulled her mouth off of it, increasing the vacuum pressure with each inch that exited her oral orifice until it emerged from her mouth all at once with a saliva soaked popping sound.

Kyle, with his eyes rolled up in his head said, "Oh baby yeah! You're still good at what you can do!" Amanda took her well manicured fingers and lifted his cock so she could begin sucking on his balls. She alternated between pleasuring his cock and then paying respect to his balls until she swallowed his cock one more time and felt it get larger and then start twitching in her throat followed by his loud exclamations of, "Holy shit Baby!" he grunted. "You're fuckin' suckin' my nuts through my dick!" His body jerked and contorted. She rode him out in her throat until he was finished and then she swallowed every drop of cum he spewed and dripped down her throat and onto her tongue. Needless to say he enjoyed his first orgasm of the night!

Afterward, he picked her up and put her on the bed. She spread her sexy legs as he crawled between them and began licking her lightly at first around her bare mound then slowly and gently working his way to the lips of her vagina. He nibbled gently as he sucked on her clit which was hardening with every touch of his experienced tongue. She hadn't been pleasured by a man since Mark left her and she was feeling very turned on. Her pussy was so wet with her juices that when he slipped a finger inside her slit she gasped with pleasure. She had forgotten how good it felt to have someone touch her so intimately as she felt a wave of excitement rush over her body and her nipples standing erect even though she wasn't the least bit cold. He reached up and ran his hand over her breast and asked, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, very much. . . You're very good at what you can do as well," she said through rapid breaths and hisses of pleasure.

Kyle ran his tongue down her neck and nibbled at her earlobe getting her turned on even more before gliding his tongue over her large breasts and sucking on them as he made his way back down to her clit button which was wanting more of his attention.

As he nibbled on her clit he rubbed his finger over the opening to her ass and she softly said, "Oh yes! Rub my asshole!" as her body rocked upwards toward his probing fingers. He gently slid his finger inside her pussy lips. Amanda responded by gasping and grabbing the rings on her nipples and pulled lightly on them. Kyle moistened his middle finger before inserting it gently into her asshole. She let out a louder moan and felt her pussy tighten as she felt his finger moving slowly inside her tight ass. "Ohhh. . . that feels so good!" she exclaimed as she arched her back.

He moved his lips to encircle her clit as he finger fucked her harder and faster teasing her pussy and asshole simultaneously with his wiggling and thrusting fingers. She was so close to cumming but wanted to feel his engorged cock inside her so badly she could almost taste it. He licked her pussy and asshole as he slid his fingers inside her juicy twat feeling it tighten around his knuckles. It was so juicy and she was so responsive to his every movement that he wanted to enjoy her body all night long. He pulled both fingers out of her and then suddenly penetrated her ass with both fingers, Kyle felt her ass constrict on his digits as her body began to spasm and squirt hot female juices all over his hand, arm, chin and shoulder, she drenched him with her juices.

After Amanda's sudden trip to ecstasy she quietly said to him, "I'm sorry, did I forgot to mention that you might want to get a towel to wipe yourself off with before we got started. I tend to make things messy!" Her eyes twinkling with mischief the entire time.

Kyle looked her over and grinned at her, "Are you like this all the time?"

Still laying on the bed, she turned her head to look at him, she reached for his cock and began to stroke it softly, without any urgency. It was already rock hard and her small hand made it look even larger. She said, "It's been a long time. But I don't remember it being too different."

"How long has it been?"

"Two years."

"Oh come on! I have trouble believing you've had trouble getting laid for two years."

She moved her head a little closer to his, never releasing his cock and said, "No, I've never had the problem of getting laid. The desire was the question mark. I thought I met 'The' guy." She took a deep breath and finished, "It took me almost two years after he disappeared for me to get here. And so far, 'This' is good!"

He leaned closer to her and kissed her deeply. She closed her eyes and pressed herself closer to him. Her hand never left his cock and his hands roamed down to her shapely ass and grabbed them tightly. He wetted one finger in her still wet pussy and moved it to her ass and began to push it inside. Her head flew backward from their kiss as she gasped. He asked, "You like it in the ass, huh?"

Her blond hair was across her face and very pale blue eyes stared at him from behind the fair locks. She fixed her gaze and gave a wicked grin and said, "I've always wanted to try it!"

"Well I hope I can have the honor of being your first!"

"Not until after you fuck my pussy!" Immediately she rolled over on top of him. He complained lightly about one of her heels digging into his leg, but after getting a better position, she grabbed his large cock and rubbed it around the opening of her tiny pussy. She began moving her hips with the rhythm she was creating and finally moved herself onto his pole.

The sheer size of his cock forced her open like she's never had before. The sound of her gasping shriek filled the bedroom as she was penetrated and filled with his meat. She gripped his shoulder hard as she felt her clit contact his cock as it slid down his shaft and she enjoyed the wave of pleasure given by Kyle's girth and length. When she had sank all the way down for the first time, she closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath. She lifted her tanned and sexy ass repeatedly up and down, her head flung back and her mouth opened wide and her eyes shot open and Kyle saw her beautiful blue's roll to the back of her head when her second orgasm hit. She suddenly stopped moving as a silent scream was held as she let the orgasm envelop her. The muscles in her legs, arms, neck, ass and chest flexed and held for six seconds before they relaxed and allowed her to continue riding his large shaft.

She rocked her hips sharply against his protrusion. Her breathing again became labored and exited in loud little screams. The long manicured finger nails began to cut his skin from her death grip on his shoulders. She had never felt a cock as large, and perfectly shaped, as what Kyle had inside her. And it rocked her world.

Kyle was there the whole time. He felt her sliding his cock in and around her pussy hole, but just teasing him with it at first. But when she finally jammed him inside of herself, he had to take a deep breath. Her pussy was so wet, so warm and so incredibly tight! The further she sank down onto him, the more he felt her pussy muscles grip and release his submerging cock. It took all of his control not to spill his second load right then and there because when she hit bottom, his cock felt the end of her vagina. She had no more room inside. It was a perfect fit! And then the fuck of his life began!

He sucked in a new gulp of air because he knew something huge for her was coming, he was right, her violent orgasm began before he could finish completing his inhale! Her pussy became a vice. Her incredibly hot juices sprayed all over his crotch, legs and stomach. He felt like small knives were invading the top of his shoulders. And all he could do was lay there and watch this stunning woman cum and try to keep from spewing himself too! He'd never had a woman such as this one. He thought to himself, 'Talk about a porn star experience!' But it didn't end. He felt her ride that orgasm for almost ninety seconds, a full minute and a half! When she finally finished, he felt her collapse on his chest, her pussy still filled with his cock, and her kegel's continued to flex and release him inside of her.

He said, "You okay?"

She began to giggle and answered, "Oh fuckin'-A yeah I'm okay! I've never ever had one hit me like that before!"

"Anyone ever tell you that you should be in dirty movies?"

"Yeah. But the girls there are 'actresses' and I'm not acting!" She leaned up to kiss him and felt his still hard cock move in her pussy. The sensation made her eyes roll under her eyelids and give a small audible yelp.

Kyle closed his arms around her and rolled her from the cowgirl position into a missionary position. He took one of her hands in each of his and pinned them above her head and slowly began moving his hips up and down dragging his cock in and out of her very wet pussy and grinding it over her clit. His down movement made her hips move up. His up movement made her hips go down. They were a very well oiled machine with precision like timing. Amanda's back arched off the bed and she drew in a deep breath. Her legs that were crossed at the ankles behind his back suddenly went straight and she clamped her teeth together and hissed loudly as she came again. Kyle continued to pound her pussy and realized he too had gotten to the point of no return and pulled his cock out of her pussy only to hear her scream, "No! Put it back! Cum inside me while I'm still cumming!" 

Kyle squeezed his meat into her tiny and convulsing tunnel and that was when he began grunting aloud with her. The sensation was too much for him to put off any longer. They rode that ecstasy wave together, this time it was his turn to add to the mess on the bed.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, he withdrew from inside her and collapsed next to her on the wet bed. He said to her, "Want to help me change the sheets and blankets and get some shut eye?"

"What? I thought you were going to fuck my ass!"

"I'm sorry. It's been a long day and you've totally wiped me out, sexy lady. How about we pick up where we left off after we take a short nap? Then I'll be able to fuck the hell outta you. I'm looking forward to seeing how tight that sweet ass of yours is as well!", Kyle grinned as he rolled off the bed and went to find some clean sheets to rest his weary body on.



The Library Ch. 03-04



Authors Note: If you're going to, or have, read the story I've written posted at http://www.literotica.com/s/breakdown-in-redlands, you'll find the anal sex scene depicted in that story is very similar to the one depicted below. Truth be told, I lifted the scene from "Amanda and Kyle," gave it some slight modifications and pasted it into the "Valerie and Brian" story. Again, I apologize for my laziness, but this is the last time. . . Really!

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Chapter Three

Amanda woke a little while later and had to pause for a moment to remember where she was. As she looked at the alarm clock on the night stand which said 4:15 am she noticed the dark haired man nestled behind her was the one she had met in the country bar late last night and given her the fucking of her life.

As she settle back into his arms it caused him to stir as well and she felt his warm cock awaken and swell which caused her pussy to lubricate and she was ready for another round of steaming hot sex!

She turned towards him while her ass brushed against his warm tool as she licked and nibbled his ear causing his slightly swollen cock to enlarge even more. It made her excited and her pussy wetter remembering what had happened the hours before. She was looking forward to what he had promised her when they awoke. As she settle back under the covers she nestled his cock between her ass cheeks again and she was feverish in anticipation of what would happen soon.

Chapter Four

A few hours later they awoke to the sound of Kyle's phone blaring out an old country western song. Kyle recognized the ring tone as a friend of his from work. Since he didn't want to awaken Amanda he set it to leave a message to be retrieved later. Couldn't be too important. It was 7 o'clock Sunday morning! 

It was too late Amanda was already awake and in the shower when he got himself out of the bed to put his phone on silent so it wouldn't disturb them. Kyle wandered into the bathroom and heard the shower running. "Mind if I join you? I'd like to freshen up too, besides its always more fun showering with a beautiful lady than all by myself." 

Before she could say anything he slid open the curtain and climbed in. The water was a little cool for his tastes, but he figured it would be getting warmer in there soon so he didn't complain. He grabbed a bar of soap and lathered it on her back making sure he didn't miss anywhere.

The touch of his masculine hands made her quiver. As she spun around to give him a kiss she started to slip and fall but he caught her in his arms. "You got me. Now what are ya gonna do with me?", Amanda smiled playfully as he helped her steady herself. 

Kyle gave her a coy grin and said, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Amanda gave him a peck on the lips and turned around and moved her long wet hair off of her back. "You may continue," she said.

As he lathered the soap back up he rubbed it over her shoulders and down the middle of her back and then lower toward her ass and soaped it up nice and sudsy and rubbed up next to her as he felt his cock growing hard. "Looks like we've got some company. It wants to play too." Kyle motioned to her as she turned, he looked down at his midsection making puppy dog eyes at her.

Amanda grinned and took the soap from him and lathered him up. "Looks like you've been a dirty boy. I'd better clean it off for you." He could feel it growing to its fullest with the touch of her small hands and the soap she was lathering him up with. The motion of her sliding her manicured hands up and down his pole along with the impeccable view she provided made him say, "You'd better watch out or it might spit at you", he cautioned as she smiled up at him stroking it even faster. 

She was enjoying teasing him. As they lathered each other up by rubbing their soap covered bodies against each other. Amanda noticed that her clit was hardening as well and that she was wet now also and it wasn't just from the shower. She wanted to feel him throbbing inside her again and wondered what it would feel like having a massive cock stuffed inside her ass. By the time they were done showering they were both so excited they were barely dried off before heading to the bedroom again.

Kyle had tried anal once a long time ago with a past girlfriend and loved how it felt and was eager to try it again. He figured his size is what scared most girls from asking for it when he played with them. So he learned to live with without it.

With Amanda being an "anal virgin" who wanted to try it, he too was very excited, but he worried he would shoot his load too soon. She had a perfect ass for fucking. It was small and bubble shaped. Just the right size for his hands to fit onto. The bed sheets were crumpled from the hours of sleep they both had and as they approached, he grabbed her from behind and stood behind her and felt her body with both his hands as he ran his tongue from her neck to her earlobe and to her waiting mouth. A half minute of that and he almost pushed her onto the bed front first. As she lie against the crumpled sheets she lifted her ass slightly so he could slide behind her face first and lick her pussy in a doggy position.

He slid his tongue slightly inside her pussy hole and pressed his nose to her rosebud. The scent of it made him want her to feel his cock deep inside of her with his once again raging hard on. She pressed back onto his face and made a small yelp in response to his tongue hitting a good spot.

The surprise of his tongue on her lips excited her. He licked her opening, then gently and slowly worked his way up towards her asshole. That excited her even more. As he ran his tongue and lips over and around her hole she begged him to fuck her ass. "I know it's going to feel so tight and even better than your fucking my pussy did if that's even possible! But please, go slow, okay?", Amanda pleaded.

Kyle grabbed hold of her hips helping her to get to a good level in the doggy style position. He asked her to reach over to the night stand and pull a bottle of lube he had stuck in the drawer. She got it for him and went back into the position she was at before. Kyle lubricated his fingers and slowly inserted them into her ass. She would tell him to slow down when the pressure was too much and would rock her hips backward to allow her ass to accept more of his finger. Then he would withdraw his finger and slide in two, and she would respond the same way. The third finger went in, stretching her virgin ass cautiously so it could accept his nine inches of manhood soon. After withdrawing the three fingers he completely lubed his cock and slowly rubbed it over the opening to her ass. He could tell it would be a tight fit when he put his fingers inside it previously, she was a small and petite girl with an awesome rack and ass!

She was so wet that the juices from her pussy were dripping down on her fingers as she rubbed her clit in anticipation to her ass being penetrated. Finally she felt ready, still a bit nervous, and he slid the head in gently and she moaned from the pleasure of it all.

Kyle gently nudged himself inside her just past the large mushroom shape of his cock head and waited for Amanda to glide herself back onto him. Since it was her first time with a cock in her ass he wanted her to be in control of the insertion just in case it was to sore for her, like he had when he was putting his fingers in her ass. As lubed as she was, she slid backwards onto his now very erect cock and rocked her hips back and forth in slow movements, almost only a centimeter at a time. He was hoping she was enjoying it as much as he because she wasn't really making any noises except sharp gasps of breath occasionally. Amanda went back and forth over his stiff cock, taking more of it each time until he couldn't fit inside her any further.

The cautious and petite ass virgin she wasn't any more. She took in as much of him as was possible and commenced longer more ball slapping strokes of his cock in her ass. After just a few minutes of her grinding over his swollen cock and her hips thrusting along with his into her tight anal cavity, his cock could take no more. He was going to explode soon. He could tell that she was enjoying it as well by the feel of her ass clenching as he slammed deep inside her sensuous and dark hole. She arched her back and could feel him going in just a tiny bit farther and that set her off cumming like she had never felt it before.

She even felt chills run over her body as Kyle fucked her ass with such force that she could tell he was going to cum soon and it was going to be an exceptional one for them both. Amanda felt his cock throbbing as he shot his load deep inside her body and that set her off again squirting her juices all over him and the new sheets from the night before, like she hadn't done since before Mark left.

"Oh my God! I love that cock in my ass!" she said with him still deeply impaled inside her. She moved up from the doggy position and into a kneeling position. His hands never left her hips and she turned slightly and kissed him from the side. The mischievous grin returned and asked, "You didn't happen to bring a towel in with you, did you", she beamed as she looked back at him.



The Library Ch. 05-07



Chapter Five

Kyle pulled his Jeep up to the bar where he met Amanda the night before. Amanda opened the passenger door and stepped down out of it and onto the sidewalk. "You're sure you don't want me to take you the rest of the way home?" he asked.

"No. You've been sweet to me. Thank you for last night and everything!" She stepped down off the sidewalk and went around to the drivers side window.

Kyle rolled down the window. She leaned inside and gave him a passionate kiss, "You're going to call me, right?" he asked.

"I will. It probably won't be right away, but I will. Okay?"

"No, but I'll respect your wishes," he said. After a pause he said, "Anyone ever tell you that you are one beautiful and fun to hang around with girl?"

"Not in a long time. . . Thanks."

"Can I ask a question?"

"Sure," she said.

"What's this all about? What's going on?"

She was still dressed in the clothes she wore last night and settled back on her heels and bowed her head to figure her response. Her blond locks fell over her face. After a brief moment she looked up and used a finger to move her hair from her face and looked him straight in the eye. "Some one left me almost two years ago. I don't know if he left me or if he disappeared, a victim of crime or of his own accord. I've held out hope for that long that he'd return. My hope expired the night before last and that is what led up to last night."

Kyle looked at her sympathetically and waited for more to come. 

She continued, "Last night was me reaffirming to myself that I was still desirable. And let me tell you this, I found the right guy for the job!" she shifted onto one foot and shifted her hips. "You're terrific! And I want to know you better, but I need to make sure that I'm ready for the mental attachment because God knows you've scratched that two year old physical itch I've needed to have scratched!"

"Lancelot to the Lady's service!"

"'Lancelot' doesn't even begin to describe what you've got in those pants of yours!" she giggled.

He ignored the compliment and went for a chink in her armor, "Let's do dinner tonight. Nothing fancy. I know of an incredible seafood place with outdoor seating looking over another beach north of here, thirty minutes or so. What do you say?"

"I'd love to. But I really have to pass."

"Call me when you're ready. Okay?"

"Okay." She kissed him one last time and after the kiss ended they lingered in each others face. Her bright blue eyes, searched his face for an answer to a question she didn't even know. She leaned back and walked behind the Jeep and back onto the sidewalk and began the trek home. 

Dressed as she was, in red jeans and heels, with a white cropped peasant tied top, she got a few wolf whistles from drivers and riders of passing cars. Each one boosted her ego and brought a smile to her face. The night with Kyle and the appreciative stares took care of one question she had about herself. She still had her looks.

The walk home made her begin to realize she was sore! The workout the night before had exercised muscles she hadn't used in a long time and the experience this morning was bringing it to her attention even more! She was surprised that her butt hole didn't hurt. His cock was big! And she was so small. But so far, no discomfort there! She smiled to herself and continued her walk on the boardwalk home. 

Chapter Six

She walked home in the bright afternoon sun. The temperature was in the mid-80's and the ocean breeze was wonderfully cool and aromatic. She rounded the corner to her home. It was a small one bedroom cottage with a large front porch and a small yard which the landlord maintained. There was a back door that only led to a few concreted steps and a place to hang up wet laundry surrounded by a fence.

She dug her keys out of her clutch and unlocked her door. She closed the door and kicked off her heels and slung them to the corner of the room where a large collection of shoes had started to pile. From there she went to the bedroom and continued to undress. After dropping her jeans, she sat on the edge of her queen-sized canopy bed and ran her hands over her legs and found no stubble on either one. She stood and ran her hands over her pussy mound and over her labia's. No stubble was found there either. "I guess that laser hair removal works! Cool!" she said to herself.

She removed her top and began taking the gold rings out of each nipple and replaced them with curved barbells. She grabbed the small chain that encircled her hips and pulled the clasp around front and unfastened it and placed it on a nail that had been driven in the wall next to the mirrored medicine cabinet. She decided to leave her rather extravagant navel jewelry in instead of changing it out. From there she stepped into the shower and washed her morning off and after a few moments stepped out and dried off. She grabbed a bottle that was on a shelf above the toilet of sunscreen and smeared herself from head to foot, and front to back with the lotion.

Her tummy rumbled as she finished applying the lotion to her arms. She went to her vanity in the bedroom and turned on its lights. Naked, she walked to the kitchen and grabbed an apple and her handy dandy apple slicer and cut it into eight pieces and cored it all in one motion. She threw away the core, and placed a dollop of peanut butter on a salad plate and put her sliced apples on it and carried it back to the vanity. It didn't take her long to eat her apple and peanut butter combination, and she didn't miss a beat in placing the eyeliner, mascara, lip liner and lipstick perfectly on her face, even with the long nails.

Some women are clothes horses. Some are shoe horses. Amanda was a bit of both, she was a bikini and a shoe horse! Her closet had thirty-nine different bikini's in it. Many she could mix and match, but hardly ever would she be caught with the same suit or the same combination on in public. At first she grabbed a red bikini, but after realizing she wore red the night before, she changed it to a new white suit with navy and gold highlights that she'd never worn outside of the store where she bought it from a week or so before. It even still had the tags on it!

Next to the front door was a tote bag that had a small pillow for her head, a clean towel to lay on the beach with, another towel to dry off with if she went into the water, a place to put a couple of bottled drinks, she went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of mineral water and another cold bottle containing a strawberry-banana smoothie and placed them in their proper places in the bag. It had a small place for her cell phone that she used for a thirty minute timer, a half-full bottle of sunscreen in case she needed more while she was at the beach, a book, and a spot for her sunglasses, which weren't in their proper place! She set the bag down and looked at the bar counter that separated the kitchen from the small scantily furnished living room. They weren't there. She went to her bedroom and neither the vanity or the dresser had the sunglasses. But she did spy them on the back of the sink in the bathroom.

She grabbed the sunglasses, and carried them into the front room, put on her white wedgy-heels. She grabbed the tote and then realized she was forgetting something. . . . It wouldn't come to her, so she decided to head out to the beach as is. She had her keys, that wasn't it. Her tote was full, that wasn't it. What the heck was it? "Oh well," she said aloud and stepped out the front door, locked it and headed to the sidewalk when she finally realized what it was she'd forgotten! "Oh!" she said and went back into the house and grabbed her white sarong from her closet and attached it around her slim waist. Now she was set for the beach!

She grabbed her stuff, put her sunglasses back on, locked her front door and set out once again. The beach was a short block from her home to the storm wall, and then a couple of dozen steps down and, she scanned the beach to see if her favorite spot was open from the top of the cement staircase. There were a lot of people there today and as luck would have it, her spot was completely vacant.

As soon as she hit the sand, the sarong came off with the shoes and she waddle stepped to her place in the sand. She laid out her beach towel and arranged her things, and placed her small pillow on the towel and got comfortable laying on the sand and began to read her book.

The wind on the beach had warmed up to almost a sirocco-like temperature. Dust and sand was kicking up closer to the water. Her spot was semi-sheltered from the wind by the storm wall nearby. The sudden gusts were picking up some peoples belongings and scattering them closer down near the water. There was nothing to concern her about her stuff, so she grabbed her book, set her timer and began to read. Time went by very quickly and her cell phone went off indicating it was time to roll onto her tummy and tan her back.

She noticed that the population of the beach was mostly made up of families enjoying the summer sun and sand. It almost felt to her like she was the only single female out there and the single men were hiding as well. Perhaps she might take Kyle up on his offer for dinner tonight. She could use the mixed company and a romantic setting. She set her book down and closed her eyes imagining what the night could bring if she pursued that course of action. The problem was, her alarm went off almost instantly. She'd fallen asleep! It's a good thing she'd set the alarm, or she'd have gotten sunburned. So, she flipped her self over again and reset the alarm. One more go around and her tanning day would be complete.

Chapter Seven

Three showers in one day is a bit on the obsessive side, she thought, but she didn't want to wear beach sand all over her house, and did just a rinse off when she got home. She slipped another bikini top on and a pair of shorts she'd made out of an old set of sweatpants she thought were more than comfortable. She went outside and hung up her wet things in the warm, gusty air and went back inside.

She sat on her front porch and wondered why things were so quiet today. It was going on 3 pm and she hadn't had any phone calls. And worst of all, she really didn't have any plans tonight beyond the offer from Kyle, and the more she thought about it the more she didn't really want to feed from the same trough two nights in a row, even though it was an incredibly awesome trough!

As it occurred to her, she really didn't feel like doing much of anything that night. The feeling was more of a return to what she was trying to change away from for the past two years. So, she made a point that she was going to figure out something to do that Sunday afternoon. But she wasn't sure yet as to what it could be. Well, the options were another bar scene, Kyle, a movie, call Sylvia Garcia, a Latina friend of hers from work who's been after her for about two years to do something with her. She made her decision and followed through with it.



The Library Ch. 08-09



Chapter Eight

On another beach in the same town, her friend Sylvia was sitting at home wondering what to do on that windy summer afternoon when her cell chimed in. She didn't recognize the number on her caller I.D. but answered it anyway, "Hello? . . ." she said. "Hi Amanda! How ya doin'?" Sylvia exclaimed.

"No. I'm not doing nothin'," she answered.

"Sure, lunch sounds good, we can catch up with what's been going on," her eyes going bright!

"Sounds good. See ya in about 45 minutes at Thornhill's Bar and Grill. Bye hun," Sylvia hung up her cell phone.

The two ladies decided to meet at a local bar and burger joint that was near Sylvia's house. Amanda had never eaten there before but had heard that they had the best burgers in town, besides the fact that she had also heard the guys who frequented there weren't bad looking either.

Amanda changed into some snug and pocketless denim western jeans, decided against a bra and stuck with her bikini top and put a tank top on over it. She sorted out the shoes she had in the corner and made the choice of her favorite kitty heels and headed to the street to her parked Mustang. 

Chapter Nine

Amanda found a parking spot near her friends Durango at the small restaurant. As she walked in she realized that her friend was definitely under exaggerating a bit. The guys populating the place were pretty hot, especially the wait staff!

She saw her friend Sylvia seated at a table near the back of the pub that wasn't in an area that was too crowded since it was still an early Sunday afternoon. Sylvia was the same age as Amanda, but was built thin and lithe, with much smaller breasts. Her long black hair was highlighted with blonde streaks, and had large pouty lips and dark eyes on a small and very beautiful face. She was the epitome of what an ass and butt man would look for. She was dressed in a denim skirt with tall and shiny chrome spike sandal heels and a white strapless top to highlight her dark hair and coffee complexion. Her legs long were tan and shapely, on her right ankle was a small gold chain. Her feet and toes were manicured with a French look to match her fingers. She wore a gold toe ring on the second toe of her right foot, and a gold thumb ring on both of her hands. The spot in the restaurant that she selected for them to sit was a good one for some girl talk. Especially for friends that had been trying to get together for some time!

A muscular, redheaded waiter came and delivered menus to the girl and returned a few minutes later to take their orders. Both girls gave him a sizing up and flirtatious smile and watched him as he walked away and again as he brought their orders a short time later.

Amanda and Sylvia chitchatted for a bit between bites, getting caught up on each others personal lives, as Sylvia popped up with "Whatchya been doing for fun girl? I bet you've got a room full of guys waiting to spend time with you since you're finally on the other side of Mark now," she said. "You've always been such a sexy girl! A little on the timid side, but sexy, no doubt." Sylvia was never one to pull any punches.

Life had been pretty boring until the day when Amanda decided she had been brooding over Mark far too long and needed to get out and have some fun. She told Sylvia about going to the bar across town and meeting Kyle last night, but held much of the juicy details back.

Sylvia, had known the fairer girl for some time, and knew there was something different about her. Amanda, kind of had, a renewed self-assurance that's been absent for too long. "Was he any good?" she asked, startling Amanda, since she hadn't offered up any information yet. 

Amanda sat bolt upright in her seat, and looked around to see if anyone nearby was eavesdropping and lowered her voice asking, "Yes!" she beamed. "How did you know? It was the most fun I've had in a long time!" Amanda was absolutely glowing. She told her old friend all about the evenings events, everything, up to the time he drove her back to the bar where she walked the rest of the way home.

When Amanda finished speaking, Sylvia prodded her with more personal questions, "How big was he?"

Amanda held her hands apart a little on the exaggerated side.

Sylvia raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth wide with an embarrassed smile. Taking a brief pause she then rapid fired, "Did he eat your pussy? . . . Are you gonna see him again?" her eyes wide, active and expecting.

"Yes and yes, but I'm not too sure about the last one. I'm still not totally over Mark yet, so I don't know if I want to start seeing anybody serious again, it still feels to soon yet. But I could sure enjoy a lifetime of his talents!" Even though it had been nearly two years since his disappearance, it had been a time of turmoil in her life, but to her, it felt like it was only a few months since she last saw Mark. 

Sylvia saw the gloom begin to resurface in her friend so she turned the subject back around to sex, asking her if she had let him cum inside of her.

Amanda remembered all too well what he felt like inside of her and was starting to feel her juices flow again down below and told her that she had felt him explode inside her mouth, pussy and ass, and about the large wet spots on the sheets she left each time except the first!

By this time Sylvia was very intrigued, aroused and she noticed that she had developed a significant moistness in her pussy. Luckily she had worn a skirt so it shouldn't be too noticeable as she exited the bar later on, unless it started to run down her leg, which has happened more than a few times when she gets turned on. Sylvia decided there were friends, and then there were friends "with benefits" and Amanda could be someone to enjoy "benefits" with!

Amanda had never been with another woman and was a bit surprised when her friend Sylvia told her that it turned her on that she could soak the bed with her girl juices, she thought about it for a second and asked, "Is that a proposition?" Amanda knew that Sylvia liked girls and that she had played with a number of them but she had never been with anyone of the same sex even though it did make her wonder at times when she heard Sylvia talking about things she had done with her female "friends" in the past.

Sylvia thought it would be hot and exciting to be pleasuring another chick and have her squirt all over her. When Sylvia admitted to Amanda that, "All this talk about sex is leaving a wet spot between my legs!".

"Me too!," Amanda said. "Want to get out of here?"

Sylvia, who had suspected that Amanda now had a sudden interest in her, offered her place so they could change into something drier.

Amanda and Sylvia paid their bills and left the restaurant together. The muscular redheaded waiter followed them into the parking lot and said, "Hey girls!"

Both stopped in their tracks and turned to face him.

He ran to them and said, "One of you left your purse!" it was a small blue denim purse.

Sylvia said, "Oh! That's mine! Thank you very much!"

"Not a problem. Hope you enjoyed your lunch." He paused a second and reached in his back pocket and pulled a business card out and handed it to Sylvia and continued, "Give me a call sometime."

Sylvia quickly raised and lowered her eyebrows and grinned widely with her seductive lips, "That could be fun!"

The waiter said, "Then I'll talk to you later. I better get back inside." and he jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the restaurant.

They said their goodbyes to him and they both proceeded to their cars and drove across town to Sylvia's place. It had a small back patio with a white picket fence surrounding a bunch of colorful flowers that Amanda didn't know the names of, but they were beautiful and it was just a stones throw from the beach.

When they opened the door, Sylvia showed her around the house and the tour finished in Sylvia's master bedroom. Amanda had always dreamed of owning a home like Sylvia's. The awkward moment when both knew what was coming but didn't know how to go about breaking the ice ended when Amanda slid off her jeans and glanced over at her friend who was following suit, revealing her shapely coffee colored ass. 

Amanda hoped Sylvia hadn't noticed how nervous she was and the fact that she'd taken her top off and exposed her bare breasts. Sylvia commented "Oh, I like! I've always wanted to pierce my nipples too, but I just couldn't find the courage to get it done!"

Sylvia lifted Amanda's hair, brushing it aside and Amanda noticed the goose bumps on her arms from the touch of her friends hands against her back. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Sylvia asked if Amanda would mind if she could give her a back rub. She had picked up some massaging lotions and she was dying to try them out.

"I haven't had anyone give me a back rub in ages. I'd love that!" Amanda answered.

Sylvia walked back in from the bathroom where she kept her lotions and she handed them to Amanda for her to smell them. There was a four-pack of lotions, all with different aromas. Amanda handed her back the bottle of Sea Breeze lotion and commented how she liked the smell of it.

"Can I take the rest of your clothes off?" Sylvia asked.

"My panties?"

"Those too."

Amanda feigned annoyance and let Sylvia remove her last bit of covering. Sylvia then invited her over to the edge of the bed to lay her down and make her comfortable. Sylvia came up from behind and straddled her, pouring some warm lotion onto her hands and over her shoulders rubbing it in gently and feeling Amanda's shoulders loosen up under her touch.

"Oh you're tight," Sylvia said to her.

Amanda's eyes were closed and her arms were folded under her face and answered, "That's what the guys say!" and grinned.

"Me too! What's up with that?"

"I think the smaller we are, the more friction they get!" Amanda chimed in.

"Well, I wasn't talking about your pussy, I was talking about your shoulders down to your mid-back! Let me see if I can ease some of those muscles down."

Amanda lay on Sylvia's bed and enjoyed her friends touch. She let her mind wander as Sylvia's hands wandered over the back of her body. The pleasure and relaxation became one until Sylvia moved from the bed and repositioned Amanda's legs into a wider position.

Sylvia took advantage at that moment to remove her panties too. She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her heels. Then she began working on Amanda's left leg from behind her left knee all the way to the top of her left butt cheek. She noticed something almost right away, "Amanda?"

"Um-hmm," she dreamily responded.

Puzzled Sylvia asked, "How did you get everything so smooth? I mean, your legs have no stubble, and no hair. Do you wax?"

Amanda turned over her shoulder and explained to Sylvia what laser hair removal is all about, "The hair needs to be dark for the laser to be able to pick it up and kill the follicles. You shouldn't have any problems with how dark your hair is. The fair haired blondes are the ones who have the least success with it."

"But your skin is so smooth. Does it burn it off?" Sylvia asked.

"Sorta, but it leaves your skin smooth! I had all my shaving spots handled. It's not cheap, but it is so nice not to have to worry about the pain of waxing or the embarrassment of having stubble at a particularly intimate moment."

Sylvia looked at Amanda's bare pussy and said, "Everywhere?"

"Especially there! I had it all taken off."

"May I. . . Feel?" Sylvia hesitantly asked.

Amanda flipped onto her back and opened her legs. She adjusted the pillow behind her head as the realization of the moment struck her, "What am I doing?" On Friday she hadn't had sex in almost two years. Saturday night she breaks the drought with Kyle. Sunday morning, just hours ago, she loses her ass virginity to him, and later that same day she's about to take the plunge into lipstick lesbianism!

The event didn't start as she anticipated. She expected to feel the soft, warm tongue of her friend begin somewhere around her clit or her pussy. She wasn't even close! Sylvia's hand was caressing her tight belly near her belly button and the jewelry there, but her lips were on the outside of her ear and down to her earlobe and then to her neck. The soft warmness of Sylvia's tongue glided to Amanda's throat where small nibbles and licks continued up her chin until she was lightly kissing Amanda on her lips. Amanda hadn't noticed before that Sylvia's tongue was pierced and the small ball was fun to play with using her tongue in Sylvia's mouth.

The wetness, warmth and the tease of it made it a game. Sometimes Sylvia's tongue would come inside Amanda's mouth and run itself up the roof of her mouth while her right hand was enjoying the firmness of Amanda's torso and breasts. As she slid her tongue into Amanda's mouth again, she moved her hand from her friends boob down to the contained wetness that was her pussy. She was surprised to feel how wet she was, and how responsive she was to her touch! Amanda broke her lip lock with her and let out a small yelp and gasped for air and raised her hips as Sylvia's manicured digits caressed the outline of her opening and the hard nub of her clitoris.

Amanda's experience with sex before was almost identical to every other woman who had only fucked men. The blowjob was almost always first, then some kissing, sometimes the kitty would get personal attention, often times not. But she was almost lost by the experiences she was enjoying with Sylvia. The attention was coming to her first! This was new! It wasn't a straight to the point, get the "Big O" and go! Sylvia was winding her clock and Amanda was loving it! Guys were fun! But she was also starting to realize it was true, that women were too!

Sylvia continued to kiss Amanda and her neck. Her hand never lingered too long in one position. Her mouth began to make it's trek down Amanda's body. Lightly sucking on her nipple on one breast and then switching to the other.

Amanda hissed, "Suck them harder! Don't be so soft with them!" Sylvia, sunk her teeth in them and flicked her tongue across them roughly. Amanda responded by pushing her boobs harder to Sylvia's mouth where she flicked the barbell in her nipple almost 180 degrees around. Her left hand supporting her weight, her right pinching Amanda's other nipple.

When Sylvia reached down to Amanda's hairless pussy, there was a small trail of moisture from her opening to the bedspread. She plunged her fingers inside while not letting up with her teeth and mouth on her pierced nipple. The response from the lesbian virgin was to plant her feet and raise her crotch a foot off the bed and suck in air through clenched teeth in a hiss.

Amanda's arms were beginning to weaken from holding on to the bed sheet with fists of iron! She hadn't even felt a female tongue on her private parts yet and she was extremely aroused. She opened her intensely blue eyes and looked at her naked friend and said, "Suck my clit! Please! Oh, please suck my clit!"

Sylvia smiled at her friend and released her oral hold on her friends tit and slid down the bed. She knelt between her legs and grabbed Amanda's foot and put her pedicured big toe on her own large and protruding clit and rubbed it, letting Amanda feel how wet she was too! Sylvia removed the toe from her clit and placed it between her large sensuous lips and licked it from the underside to the tip and around to the base, taking in all her own flavor. Amanda using her own fingers rubbed her clit with her right hand and held the other down on the bed to help maintain the leverage needed to keep her position.

Sylvia softly placed Amanda's small foot onto the bed and leaned forward, with her excellent ass exposed in the air, she began licking around Amanda's bare pussy and in her hole, ignoring her clit completely. Again Amanda rocketed her pelvis high in the air. Sylvia's left hand captured Amanda's clit rubbing right hand and held it to the bed. Immediately Amanda's left hand attempted to replace what the right hand could no longer continue, but was intercepted by Sylvia's right hand and held down onto the bed spread, out of play for the time being.

Now, it was only Sylvia's tongue and Amanda's pussy, accompanied by a very mobile pelvis supported by two, tanned and smooth shapely legs! Sylvia went for the underside of Amanda's clit with her pierced tongue and flicked it upward. The loud, appreciative sound of Amanda's pleasure filled the large bedroom when first contact was made. Amanda's hands twisted around from facing down into facing up and gripped Sylvia's hands. The down stroke of Sylvia's tongue was met by another loud, yelping sound. She then ran her tongue down and submerged it into her pussy and licked each side before returning to Amanda's button and making small, and delicate circles around her magic spot. Sylvia loosened Amanda's grip and pressed two of her long slim fingers inside of Amanda's pussy in an upward motion.

Amanda's wail's and sharp, hissing breathing continued for minutes and suddenly stopped, the grip on Sylvia's hand strengthened and Amanda's pelvis raised into an upright position! Amanda's pussy clamped down on the fingers inside of her. Sylvia's timing was impeccable as she removed her mouth from the hard clit she'd been licking, but she kept the movement of her fingers inside Amanda at a steady pace. The intense silence lasted for eight seconds before a shriek erupted from her mouth that announced she was having an incredible orgasm followed by a sharp vertical flow of liquid that shot from her vagina and splashed down over Sylvia's back and into her hair and all over her bed.

The second wave hit Amanda two seconds later and jet upon jet of hot splashing fluid emerged from her pussy and bathed wherever it landed! Sylvia got what she wanted, and wanted more! This was such an alien experience for her! No one she has previously had sex with had this kind of eruption! She thought Amanda was exaggerating, but this is porn movie kind of stuff!

The third wave hit Amanda after a few seconds and her fluid was no longer a jet, but a small gurgle from her pussy. Sylvia, promptly moved around and placed her own wet pussy on her friends mouth. She was too turned on to let this moment pass without her having a chance to cum too!

Amanda didn't even miss a beat. Her long manicured finger gently slid inside of her female fuck buddy and penetrated her. She curled her finger slightly and began to rub the bump just under the pelvic bone inside her friends pussy and she began to taste her first clit. Sylvia, mashed down onto Amanda's mouth and crushed her clit hard onto her friends tongue. But their was something different about the angle Amanda was doing inside her pussy that was also pulling at her attention! She rocked her clit back and forth creating more friction on her friends tongue, but suddenly the feeling of needing to go pee was too intense and she too began to squirt girl juices all over her friends face!

Sylvia arched her back and let out a low guttural sound from her throat as stream after hot, steaming stream emerged from her pussy. The feeling was so different! It was like cumming, but not from her clit, it was deeper! She thought, "Oh my God, I just G-spotted!" The feeling ended seconds later and she swung her legs around to see her giggling friend.

"What? I show you how to do a G-spot and you try to drown me for it?" Amanda sarcastically asked between giggles.

"Oh girl! I didn't know!" Sylvia exclaimed.

"Did ya like?"

"Oh my God, yes! That was really different!" Sylvia brought her face close to Amanda's and the tongue wrestling continued again. 

"Makes you tired doesn't it?" Amanda asked.

"Yeah! You suppose that's why guys want to nap afterward?"

"Probably. It doesn't bother me because I'll join them," Amanda answered.




The Library Ch. 10



Chapter Ten

Monday's are never much fun. All the stuff that happened over the weekend piles up and gets stacked up next to all the stuff that needs to be dealt with for that day, and all the reporters have their assignments, and all the editors and producers have their stuff to handle and everyone just gets on everyone else's nerves and to make things absolutely maddening, the anchors have to sit pretty, smile and report on what everyone else was in a mad scramble over throughout the day! And Amanda's job was to direct traffic that walks in the door, whether they work there or not! The one thing that she didn't expect was a postman who delivered to her a certified letter made out to her at the stations address. She signed for it and set it aside until her lunch break.

One o'clock in the afternoon finally came and she was able to go out to her car and get away for an hour. She had learned, if you take a lunch break in the actual lunch room, everyone knew where to find you and most days you'd not actually get a lunch break. So, she learned that when she punched out at 1 pm she turned off her cell phone, walked to her car, started it up and turned the air conditioning on, if the temperature called for it, and ate her lunch listening to her music. It made for a far more enjoyable break.

She had opened her lunch and found the bag of carrot sticks and the half tuna sandwich she'd packed. Also inside was a 12 ounce bottle of apple juice that she opened and set in the cup holder. She began her lunch and while munching on the crisp carrot sticks she opened the certified letter. It was a letter from the Coleman, Rogers and Ebbet law firm. "Uh-oh," she said, wondering what this was all about.

She read the contents of the letter and tears began to stream down her face. It was a Monday she'd not ever forget. Mark's parents had legally had him pronounced dead. The letter said that he had a will and she was mentioned in it and to contact the attorney who was expediting the estate, a George Ebbet to make arrangements to discuss the matter.

The tears continued and she made no effort to wipe them away, or to stop eating her lunch. It was almost like she had a psychic connection to this and knew it was coming. Her past weekend was her "shot heard around the world" announcing that she was emerging from the gloom of Mark's vanishment, never denying she still loved Mark, but knowing life had to go on without him. She smiled to herself, despite the still flowing tears, that it wasn't really a "shot" but more of a "sonic boom" or closer to a "tsunami" at Sylvia's. She smiled at the memory.

She reached for her purse, an off-white leather one that matched her leather belt and heels and pulled her cell phone out of it. She depressed the power switch and waited a moment as it came to life. A few seconds into it and it beeped three times indicating she had messages waiting for her, probably from people wanting to end her lunch break sooner than she was willing. She ignored them for now and pressed the buttons to the attorney's office and pressed the send button. She brought the phone up to her ear and listened to the call going through, tapping her long red nails on the steering wheel as the call went through.

A secretary answered and Amanda identified herself and told her why she was calling. The secretary informed her that the lawyer she was to speak to was in a meeting and not expected to be out of the meeting for another two or three hours and offered to take a message. Amanda left her information and ended the call. The tears were subsiding now. She hoped that the picture albums and his computer were what were left for her. The computer mainly because it had some naughty pictures of her on it, but the albums contained a lot of the memories the two experienced together. That was something that she was sure that would be coming to her, and that was all she'd really needed. She had asked his parents for them and the computer and told them why. They were good people and had his house sealed until something was determined about him. Now, his fate is still in question, but the ones who knew him best can close the chapter. 

Her phone rang, it was another call from the station. She ignored it and turned off the cell again and finished her lunch. Memories poured threw her and brought genuine happiness back to her for brief moments. Even when the recollections were over, she was still happy. Finally, the time came for her to return to work. She closed up her lunch sack, leaving it in the car, and finished her apple juice prior to getting to the front door and tossing it into the waste basket near her desk.

She went to the ladies room and inside, she saw that her makeup needed attention in the mirror and would take care of it after addressing her business in a stall. As she left the stall, she noticed that Sylvia was standing in front of the mirror combing her black hair. Sylvia, worked in the broadcast booth, cueing up reporters in the field, whether live or recorded, for the morning and afternoon newscasts. It was a lot more of a techie position than Amanda's, but because Amanda's sense of organization was keen, she excelled at her job and was respected for it as much as Sylvia was for hers.

Sylvia saw Amanda's face and immediately took a tone of concern, "Are you all right? What happened?"

Amanda smiled and shifted her hip from one to another and said, "I'm okay. I got a letter today that's bittersweet."

Sylvia turned her back to the mirror and rested her behind against the sink counter, "What was it?"

"His parents have had him pronounced legally dead," her tears began to squeeze out of the corners of her eyes again.

Sylvia went up and hugged her friend, "I'm so sorry, Sweetheart!"

"It's really all right. I knew he was gone and not coming back. But now it's for sure," Amanda shrugged her shoulders in resignation.

Sylvia continued to hold her friend and Amanda put her arms around her in return. The two just stayed there together without anything being spoken between them.

Sylvia asked, "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. I have to contact an attorney who's handling his estate. I've been mentioned in his will."

"Any idea what it could be?" the taller girl asked. 

"I asked his Mom for some photo albums of us and his computer. There are some pics I don't want coming up on the internet!" Amanda said.

"Don't we all!" Sylvia added. The two giggled at that and broke the embrace.

"Seriously, the timing for this is real good. . . I'll be okay."

"Promise me that if you need a friend, you'll call me! All right?"

"You got it!" Amanda agreed.

Sylvia leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and hugged her again. She knew better than to make it more than that, for both of their sakes since they were both at work! She ended the quick embrace and left the ladies room.

Amanda checked the clock on the wall, broadcast stations have clocks everywhere, even restrooms. probably because they're a deadline oriented institution and timing is everything, just like this new piece of news for her life. She saw that she still had a couple of minutes so she fixed her makeup and made herself presentable again to get through the rest of the business day.



The Library Ch. 11-12



Chapter Eleven

The call came through Amanda's phone almost instantly as she started her car to head home for the day.

"Hi Amanda, this is Attorney George Ebbet. I'm handling the probate case you received a certified letter from us about."

She didn't move the car, and sat back in the drivers seat figuring she'd go when the call was over, "Okay," was all she said.

The attorney continued, "Just to answer some preliminary questions you may have, Mark was declared dead almost six months ago. The Probate court usually waits between five to seven years before making a finding in that direction, but because we were representing his parents, the argument was made that people in the modern world leave an electronic footprint or fingerprint by so many different methods it would show his survival in some area financially or even as simple as his checking his e-mail. There is no evidence that any money has left his account or any of his known e-mail addresses have been accessed."

She began to weep again, it was finally too true for her to maintain what hope she still had! She sobbed and asked, "But what do you need me for?"

"We need you to come to our office and sign some paperwork and discuss what he has provided for you in his will, which was also cleared by the Probate court about a week ago," the attorney said.

The beautiful blonde girl behind the wheel of her Ford Mustang finally lost all control and cried. All the pent up emotion, the hope, the questions all came to a crashing conclusion that Mark was finally and eternally gone from her. Something had happened and no one is likely to ever know what, and she has to go through life without him. The attorney listened to this in silence, not knowing what to do or what to say, which he thought was an odd position for someone of his profession.

Finally the sobbing started to subside, and her body was wracked with sudden heaves. She heard the attorney on the phone in her lap speaking. She picked the phone up and even though she was still unable to conduct a reasonable conversation, she heard him ask when she could make an appointment to go over things in his office. She heard herself say, "Right now," and he agreed.

She closed her phone and sat in her drivers seat gripping the steering wheel and staring ahead intently. The thought dawned on her, that maybe this last weekend wasn't that almighty "shot" of her renewed independence but that perhaps, it was the one threw her heart. She decided it didn't feel right. This was the beginning of the end, but that didn't feel quite on target either.

She grabbed a napkin from her folded lunch sack and wiped her face down. That led to the sun visor being lowered and the mirror being utilized so she could look proper again for her soon to be appearance with the man she just spoke to on the phone.

Chapter Twelve

She parked on the street next to the attorney's office and locked her doors to her car. Inside the office a pretty Asian girl with straight black hair sat behind a desk just inside the door, doing the job that Amanda does all day too, directing traffic! 

"Hi, may I help you?" she asked.

Amanda smiled and said, "I'm about five minutes late to see George Ebbet. Is he still available?"

"Oh certainly," she pointed to a mahogany finished staircase behind her left shoulder and said, "his office is at the top of the stairs. Just tell one of his secretaries you're there to see him."

"Thank you," she said.

Amanda headed off for the staircase and made her way up to the next level. There she found three ladies behind desks, all looked up at the beautiful blonde, the oldest one asked, "May I help you?"

"I'm a few minutes late to see Mr. Ebbet."

The other ladies returned to what they were doing. The older secretary recorded her name and arrival time and excused herself and went into a large wooden door without any windows in it. An older man, probably in his 50's emerged with the secretary still waiting behind him and extended his hand to Amanda and shook hands with her and invited her inside his office. The secretary remained inside with her and the attorney and asked if she would like anything to drink or if there was anything else she could get for her. Amanda politely refused and the secretary removed herself from the situation and sat in a chair behind Amanda and off to the side, completely out of her peripheral vision.

The gray-haired attorney pulled a file on his desk closer to him and flipped it open, "Generally we like to have all present for the reading of the will. But you have moved recently haven't you?"

"Uh, yes," Amanda answered.

"That caused us a small delay to which I apologize to you for," he offered.

"That's all right," Amanda nodded her head slightly as she spoke, her long red thumbnails absently clicking together in her nervousness.

"Well, let's see here, I'll read to you what he left you. If you want to know what he left his parents, his only other beneficiaries, I can do that too," he paused and looked up at the girl who was trying desperately to control her emotions, and losing. He signaled the secretary who produced a box of tissue to Amanda.

Amanda accepted the box and pulled one from it wiping her new tears away and said with a shaky voice, "That's okay, I don't need to know."

"Okay then, he left you his house, the contents, his boat, his truck and his investments, including his checking and savings accounts. An approximate total value of $16 million."

Amanda's eyes went huge and she had stopped breathing.

"Just so you are aware, his house was paid off by an insurance claim. There is a small issue with paying the back taxes on the property that have gone unpaid since he vanished, but we have that being taken care of. We will need you to sign a "Power of Attorney" for us so we can get that taken care of. Oh yes, one more thing. . . Take a breath for me, please!" he couldn't help but let his eyes glance at her shapely legs as he said it.

She did, but her eyes still hadn't blinked since the announcement.

"Okay, now keep doing that for me, okay?" he smiled at her.

She nodded her head rapidly.

"And blink too, please?" as he made another glance at her magnificent legs.

That knocked her out of shock. She fluttered her eyes, leaned back in her chair and looked around the room, "Is this a joke? I know he didn't have that kind of money. I used to balance his checkbooks for him!"

"Amanda, he had an excellent income. He had some excellent insurance policies. And while he's been gone, he's had some luck with more than a few of his investments. We're not kidding," Ebbet said. "Also, because of your new fortune, we strongly recommend that you quickly put together a will as well. Do you currently have legal council?"

Amanda, still speechless shook her head.

"We would like to offer our services to you, but you're free to find another attorney if that's what you'd desire."

Amanda still shocked by the news said, "You'll do."

"Very well, and thank you. If you'll follow my secretary out, we have a series of things for you to sign." He turned to his secretary and said, "Get Mr. Russ up here to act as Notary for us please."

"Right away," she said and disappeared out the door.

The next hour was a blur of sign this because of that, and sign that because of this, and sign this other because you need to. All she remembered was that she got down to her car, and made a call to his parents and thanked them. They insisted that she keep in touch and to enjoy her life again. She was too young and beautiful to keep living in the past. She could go anywhere now. Do anything and buy anything. But they also asked her if there was anything in the house that she was going to get rid of, to ask them if they wanted it first. She assured them that anything in the house now, they could have. But there wasn't anything in particular that they had in mind. She ended the call with new tears, they joined her and agreed they would meet very soon for dinner.



The Library Ch. 13-14



Chapter Thirteen

Her new attorney had given her the alarm code and the keys to the house and to everything else while arranging to have $10,000 transferred into her existing checking account while the tangled web of banking laws were sorted out during that week. She wasn't in any kind of mental shape to go shopping and spend any money anywhere, except perhaps to buy a nice dinner later that night for a couple of friends and herself, so she headed home to start her regular routine after work and change into one of her unchristened tanning suits and go to the beach to catch some late in the day rays.

Chapter Fourteen

The heat of the day was long past, and the sun was on it's downward slope. She sat up when her cell phone rang, instead of chirping to let her know it was time to flip over, it was actually a phone call. "Hello, this is Amanda," she announced.

"Hey pretty girl! How are things holding up on your end?" Sylvia asked.

Amanda laid back down on her beach towel and held the phone close to her ear and answered, "I'm still in shock Sylvia!"

"What happened?"

"Are you sitting down?" Amanda advised.

"No, well yeah, but not really, why?" her friend replied.

Amanda smiled and kind of shook her head to figure out the response, "What did that mean?"

"Uh, do you know what cowgirl means?" the pretty Latina asked.

Amanda sat up onto her right elbow, it sank into the sand a few inches and said, "You've got to be kidding me, you're calling me in the middle of . . ."

"Well yeah, it was important! I wanted to make sure you're okay!"

"Who?"

"Evan and Larry," she said in a matter of fact tone.

This made Amanda sit upright and said, "Both of them? You mean at the same time? You're not talking about Evan from maintenance are you?"

"Yeah I am."

"He's creepy Sylvia!"

"He's hung and is also equipped with a long tongue Amanda!"

"Who's this other guy?"

"A friend of Evan's."

"And you're going to do it with both of them?"

"I AM doing it with both of them. Larry went to the bathroom for a couple of minutes, he'll be back." Her breathing became more pronounced as she informed her that Larry was back. "Amanda, hold on a second." Sylvia pressed a button on her phone that switched it to loudspeaker, and she set the phone down near her and her two companions.

Amanda, heard the louder commotion from the other end of the phone. She asked her friend, "What's going on now?"

Sylvia, between loud gasps announced, "I'm sitting on Evan, but when Larry got back he put his cock in my ass! I'm fucking both of them at the same time!"

Amanda looked around her and no one was nearby or paying attention to her except a couple of guys who were standing on the storm wall behind her that she didn't see. The sound of her friends situation brought her attention to her own kitty and she reached inside her bikini bottoms to pet the now wet and purring pussy. "Oh my, how did you get them both in at the same time?"

Sylvia didn't answer, her shouts of intensity, followed by a low growl and gasping breath told Amanda she was about to cum. She was right, she could hear her friend begin the passionate sounds of orgasm as the two men began what she thought might be their own spurts of ecstasy. Amanda rubbed her pussy harder, listening to the three of them on the other phone when suddenly Sylvia lifted the phone closer, but still on loudspeaker and said, "Amanda, uh, I have to go. Call you back in a little bit, okay?"

"Okay."

There were two shadows standing over Amanda now that she hadn't noticed before. She noticed her hand was still down her bikini bottoms then she peered up through her sunglasses at the two guys leering at her. She looked from one to another and waited for them to say anything, but the silence remained unbroken until she said, "Are you just gonna stand there and stare or are we going to fuck? From what I just listened to, I need some attention right now!"

Amanda looked back and forth between the two muscle bound men and neither of them said anything to her. Finally, the blond haired one with the cobra tattoo that winded down his left arm, held up his hand to her, palm out. Then gestured to his friend with both hands, index fingers up, then quickly pointed with the same finger skyward with one hand and then to his friend and then back to Amanda, saying in American Sign Language, "Did you understand her?".

The young man, with no hair on his head but with tiger stripes tattooed across his arm and chest, replied with his right hand in a gesture using his two fingers and his thumb that looked like a duckbill open and then quickly closing, signed, "No."

Cobra squatted down to Amanda's level and pointed at his ear and shrugged his shoulders while shaking his head negatively, indicating that they were both deaf.

Amanda sat up in a kneeling position and faced Cobra. After thinking for a moment, her high school sign language was real rusty, and haltingly, she signed back to him, "Did you see what I was doing?"

Tiger had apparently kneeled behind her and saw what she signed and ran his hand under her butt cheeks and across her barely there bikini bottoms.

The moment of touch made her gasp with the unexpected contact and she slightly raised her ass to it. She quickly looked around the area that they were in and discovered they were the only ones visible to her. The sun was beginning to set, so it would be dark shortly anyway. But she didn't wait for Cobra to say or do anything, she launched her hand to the outside of his shorts, grabbed his cock, and placed the other hand on his thigh. She kissed him and thrust her tongue, wrestling with his, inside his silent mouth.

Tiger had pulled her bikini bottoms down and was rubbing what seemed to be his semi-erect cock up and down between her pussy and ass holes. It grew more solid each time it passed one and then the other. After teasing both of her holes, she felt him slide his narrow, but very long and curved hard-on into her lubricated pussy.

"Oh God!" she said as Tiger penetrated her. She had needed this after her day today.

Cobra was surprised by her sudden movement towards him and he didn't miss a beat. He moved closer to the mysterious girl and let her reach inside of his shorts and remove his already hardening cock. She stroked it slightly before moving it closer to her cherry red lips. 

Amanda licked around the head of Cobra's wide cock. The touch of her moistened lips and the feel of her warm tongue and mouth made his cock swell to its maximum size of seven inches long, but was easily eight inches around! She wasn't sure if she could take the whole thing in her mouth because of his girth, but was pleasantly surprised when she sucked the whole thing down her throat! "Damn!" she thought, "his cock is fuckin' hot!" 

Meanwhile behind her, Tiger grabbed a hold of her ass tighter, spanking it with one hand, and withdrew his cock from her pussy, and shoved his rock hard cock into her ass, gently but firmly. He then pulled it from her ass, spanking her one time again, and penetrated her pussy again. He went back and forth between her two holes before, spanking her just prior to each time her ass was chosen, and finally he decided he liked the way her nice tight ass felt wrapped around his engorged cock and shoved it back into her ass and pounded it in and out again with long fast strokes. Each slap her ass cheeks received from Tiger, stung, but with it brought on a level of naughtiness and a heightened sense of exhilaration!

Tiger's grunts were telling Amanda he was completely enraptured with her ass. He would pound it in and out again, furiously hard, and Amanda gasped each time she felt his balls slap against her. He pulled out of her ass again and rubbed his cock down over her clit and pussy lips, nudging open the lips to her vagina and squeezing, his long curved hard-on back inside her small, wet pussy instead of her ass and she felt it grip his cock tighter as her intensity was turned up several notches. It didn't take long before she felt her pussy constrict around his cock and she felt herself cumming. Everything went into slow motion around her as the wave of pleasure slammed into her nerve endings, making them explode in orgasm. Her pussy gripped tighter around Tiger's cock, jetting girl juice deep into the sand and around his balls. 

Cobra, the man in her mouth, withdrew his cock as soon as he felt too much teeth on his wide member. He realized what was happening to the beautiful blonde girl who was sharing her body with he and his friend. As soon as Tiger pulled out Cobra signed to him, "It's my turn!"

Amanda saw Cobra lay on her towel and motion for her to climb on top of him. She straddled him and slowly sank down on top of him. The trip down was quicker than she'd have liked. As soon as the head of his cock squeezed past her tiny opening, he thrust up inside of her all at once. His girth barged into her like an oversized freight train into a narrow tunnel. She grabbed his shoulder, scraping his skin with her long nails and said, "Easy! Please slow down!" but he didn't hear her, so she sat completely down on him and kept him from thrusting so hard.

His eyes were elsewhere, so she patted his cute face and signed to him as best she could, "Slow down! You're very wide and I'm very small!"

Cobra sheepishly smiled and signed back, "Sorry."

She lowered her mouth to his and kissed him slowly and sensuously as she began working her fine ass, up and down his very wide cock. Her breathing began to show signs of intensity as she felt a presence behind her. "Oh God, what are you doing?" she asked out loud.

Tiger, knelt behind her, in between and over his buddy's legs and started rubbing the head of his cock on her well lubricated asshole. His long and hard shaft, invaded her anus and stopped as her body could take no more of his length.

Amanda gripped Cobra's shoulder and like Kyle's experience, her long manicured nails cut into his skin in an intense death grip. Her concentration on the events around her ceased. She only had her mind on the events going on inside of her ass and pussy. One man's deep penetration of her anal cavity was pounding her with untiring duration. The other man's cock was grinding her clit and spreading the walls of her pussy to their maximum. The feeling of the two large cocks inside of her combined the two different sexual experiences into one new experience. That's when the tremors in her arms and legs began.

She began to move a little, finding her own hips able to add to the dance steps taking place below and behind her. Her breathing came in sharply and the exhales were loud little screams. Convulsively her back arched and her second orgasm racketed her body with existential wrath! She was no where near in any kind of control. The cocks inside of her kept pounding her and prolonging her pleasure. Almost hyper sensitizing her clit to the point of discomfort when simultaneously her orifices became subjected to an intense vibration as the two men drenched her internally with hot ejaculate.

Each man was still inside of her, and actually still fucking her, but on a much slower and reduced level. Their orgasms had subsided, but the small pleasure from small movements inside her were still very present. Tiger signed to the other man, that he thought she had an incredible ass, the best he'd ever had. He eased himself out of her from behind.

As Tiger stood, there was light applause from behind the three of them. Amanda immediately turned to see a group had congregated behind them. She signed to Cobra that they had an audience and Tiger discovered it as he completely turned around and saw the group.

A male member of the group said, "Best live show performance I've ever witnessed!" and the group applauded in agreement.

Amanda stood and took an exaggerated bow to the onlookers. As she finished, she realized that she wasn't just wet, she was loaded with cum because some squirted from her ass and pussy and it was running down her legs. She giggled and asked, "Do any of you have a clean towel I can use?"

All the guys in the group that had one, ran to offer her use of there own.



The Library Ch. 15



Chapter Fifteen

After getting dressed back into her pastel pink micro bikini, she stayed and visited with her new flock of fans. Thirty minutes later, Amanda kissed her two newest, and deaf, lovers and waved goodbye to them. As she prepared to leave, she was handed a dozen slips of paper with phone numbers scrawled on them, she smiled and accepting each as they were presented to her and then walked back to her home with her tote bag thrown over her shoulder.

She grabbed her mail out of the mailbox and unlocked her door. It was too late to call Sylvia and Kyle and invite them to dinner. That thought made her wonder why she hadn't heard back from Sylvia. 

She put away her things, and put her beach towel from her tote in the dirty laundry and retrieved her other one and put it in it's spot inside her beach bag. The mineral water, she never opened, went back into the refrigerator and she cracked open the small bottle of carrot juice and gave the sweet drink a big swallow. She set the bottle on the bar counter and removed her clothing and kicked off her pink wedgies in the corner of the living room and headed to the shower.

The warm water sprayed and washed the salt and sand off of her. Her muscles, particularly her thighs, the small of her back and biceps on both arms were sore. She correctly thought it was from all the recent sex. Even though she kept in good shape, she didn't actually do much in the way of workouts beyond what happens in everyday life, but those muscles had been inactive for a long time. The thought dawned on her again about what had happened to her that day. She didn't want to leave the comfort of the showers warm spray, so she sat down in the tub and stretched her legs out and leaned back to the tubs cool enamel behind her while she unwound from the roller coaster of a day. Besides her legs, back and arms, she realized her pussy was sore! She brought her knees up and opened them and felt around her opening and yup, sure enough. Sand.

She turned the spray off and let the water run out of the tubs faucet. She opened the shower curtain and briefly stepped out and retrieved a douche. After following the directions she used it and filled her vagina with the liquid inside the little bottle. She climbed back inside the shower and after closing the curtain, activated the spray once again and sat back down to enjoy the warmth of the water once again. The fluid from the douche drained from her and into the tub and out to the sewer along with the water from the shower head. When the temperature of the water began to lose it's warmth she turned it off and stepped out of the tub and dried herself off.

Still naked, she looked at her cell phone and found it was turned off! No wonder she didn't hear anything from Sylvia! She attempted to activate it but it was unresponsive. She plugged the recharger cord she kept next to her bed, into it, and after waiting a few seconds tried the power button again and found it coming to life. It beeped three times indicating that she had messages waiting for her again. She pressed and held the quick dial number for her voice mailbox and heard it report that there were three messages waiting for her. 

Two were from Sylvia and the other was from her new attorney's secretary. It was after 9 pm so she'd see Sylvia tomorrow at work and call her attorney tomorrow as well.

She got up one more time to turn lights off around the house and check to make sure her doors were locked. She paused to inspect her tan lines in a full length mirror hung beside the front door. The lines were sharp and the two contrasting tones added to her very sexy appearance. She saw the carrot juice on the kitchen bar, grabbed it and drained it dry. She carried the empty container to the bathroom where she tossed it into the trash, brushed her teeth and hair and finished her routine for the night. The last thing she did was set her alarm clock and turn off the light near her bed. She was going to bed quite early for her, but she was sleepy.

As always, she slept in the nude and had a small fan going beside her to keep her cool during the warm nights. She fell asleep thinking of the photo albums of her and Mark. The pictures inside of them that would remind her of the good times they had shared while he was alive. Her drifting thoughts shifted to the time he talked her into posing nude so he could take some sexy pictures of her with him for a trip he had to take out of town. Reality began to fade into dreams. She slept and relived those precious moments throughout the night, and with it she felt he was near her. A memory in a dream of him proposing marriage confused her, because he had never proposed to her, but at the same time she remembered it! She saw in the dream the wedding, her gown and their wedding night. . . . All of it, a memory she never had, but recognized! Such is the nature of dreams, and Amanda's night of slumber was finally deep and refreshing.



The Library Ch. 16-17



Chapter Sixteen

Tuesday's are traditionally just average days behind the front door at the station. Amanda, was feeling particularly independent that day. She woke up at her regular 6 am alarm clock and got showered, brushed and coffee'd. The radio wasn't reporting any irregular traffic problems, so she wasn't going to need to leave early. But she was feeling almost frisky! So she decided to dress that way!

Even though it was summer, she selected a clingy long sleeve royal blue mini-dress, no bra, hose or panties, but she did pick a particularly tall pair of black patent spike heels! The entire outfit was very provocative and entirely unbusiness like, but she for some reason didn't care. In front of her vanity, she applied makeup like she was going out on a date instead of being prepared for a day at the office and businesslike.

In front of the mirror she put in a pair of small hoop earrings into her ears. She thought the open and plunged neckline of the dress needed something and picked a single pearl pendant. She inspected herself and declared herself ready for the day.

Chapter Seventeen

Amanda's trip to work was about five minutes longer than it should have been. The parking spot that she unofficially had declared hers, was open and she parked there. As she opened the door to her Mustang and stepped out, her short dress rode up and exposed areas of her that she would normally prefer covered while at the work site. Today, for some reason, it didn't matter. She stepped completely out of her car, put her purse on the roof and pulled her dress down over her ass. She reached back inside and plugged her lunch cooler back into the cigarette lighter. The view from behind was intoxicating to a couple of male employees that had showed up to work behind her, catching the bare assed glimpse of her as they passed.

Finished with her task, she again, pulled the dress down and walked from her car to the few steps that led her to the doors and into her lobby. She put her purse in her desk, sat down and dialed her punch in code on her desk phone and her day at work was started. Her next task was to take the switchboard off automatic and set it for manual and from there she booted her computer.

The office manager, her boss, walked in, getting ready to start the business day, and immediately noticed Amanda sitting at her desk doing her job, and also saw the attire and objected to her right away, "Amanda, I don't think we need to be flashing everyone who walks in the door today."

Amanda stopped her data entry and looked up at her boss, "I'm sorry?"

"I think you need to go home and change into something a little less revealing. I saw that you don't have any panties on and saw everything, even though you're sitting at your desk!"

"Oh, that!" Amanda replied.

Her boss stood there and examined her from across the desk, "Amanda, is there something the matter? You're not a dizzy blonde. But you're acting and looking like a characature of one."

"I really could use the day off," she said in resignation. "I don't know what I was thinking, but I've had so much happen yesterday."

"Care to tell me about it?"

"You remember Mark?"

"Of course."

She explained the trip to the attorney's office in a certain vagueness that called into question the reality of the story. She made mention to the events that had started in her life but left out the sexual exploits that had come to dominate her life in just the last few days. She did include that everything that was normal before this last weekend, is now turning into fantasy, and she had no way to comprehend how so much could change so quickly!

Her boss sat down on the edge of a sofa near her desk in the lobby, and tried so hard not to peak again at the view offered there, and asked, "Are you going to quit on us?"

Amanda closed her eyes and shook her head, "I don't think so. I mean, I need to do something everyday! But for the first time in my life, I don't need the income." She opened her eyes and saw the surprise on her bosses face.

Her boss realized, that even though the story was far fetched, Amanda believed it! "Why don't you take the rest of the week off," was the suggestion. "I'll get someone to cover for you. I think you have some vacation time piled up, how about you use some of that, and get your head on straight and come back next Monday, the Amanda we all know and love and the one we can depend on?"

"Who do you plan on covering for me?" she asked.

"Why me of course! And I could use the break too."

The beautiful blue eyed blonde tucked her chin and looked at her boss through the top of her head, "Thank you. You really don't know how much this means to me. How long do you want me to stay today?"

Her boss said, "Go! Get outta here!. . . Take care of things. Take a week! If you need more, call me on Friday."

Amanda said, "Thank you so much," and swiveled in her seat and punched her code into the phone that told it she was punching off the clock. She retrieved her purse and stood up.

"Oh Amanda, one last thing," her boss said. 

Amanda stopped doing what she was doing and looked at her superior, "What's that?"

"Coming to work dressed like that, and without underwear. . . If you do it again, I'll write you up. It won't happen again. Right?"

"Agreed. I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted. Go on now."

She waved at her boss and strode through the doors and down the steps and out to her car in the parking lot. She unlocked her car door and unplugged her lunch cooler and slid her keys into the ignition. Before starting it, she reached for and retrieved her cell phone from her purse and called her attorney's secretary.

The message was they had forgotten to tell her, that Mark's sailing boat had been removed from the water slip at his house some time ago and moved to a storage unit by his parents requests, and when she wanted it returned to the private slip, to let the attorney's office know and they'd arrange to have it moved back.

She thanked them for the info and ended the call. She checked the clock on the phone and decided to call Sylvia since it wasn't any time close to a news broadcast. After sending the call from her cell, Sylvia's phone didn't pickup and it went to voice mail. Amanda said, "Hi Sylvia. Wow, I've got tons of news for you. Last night as I listened to you screwing those two guys, I started playing with myself and a couple of guys on the beach saw me so we started playing too! I did it! I had my first double penetration! All I can say is 'awesome' and 'ouch' at the same time. The guy in my ass was a hammer! But the crowd that watched us, appreciated it and gave us a wild round of applause! Anyway, call me when you can, I've taken the rest of the week off. Oh, and Mark left me his house, boat, truck and money totaling around $16 million. Bye. Call me."



The Library Ch. 18-19



Chapter Eighteen

Detective Steven Clark was part of a small team inside the Driftwood Police Department that would occasionally be assigned what is commonly known as "Cold Cases." That designation generally meant that the trail of finding the criminal or answers to existing questions in what might be a crime has gone no where in the past. Each month, the Driftwood District Attorney's Office would make a selection of a few cases, and if things were slow, the team would attempt to "warm" a case or two.

Clark had expected the cold case files to arrive, things had been slow. The most heinous crime of the week in the small beach community was the biweekly siphoning of gasoline from someone's motor home. Every two weeks a new coach had been robbed of ten to fifteen gallons of fuel. The odds of actually finding the perpetrator was actually small because it was a "catch in the act" kind of crime. Motor homes make an easy target, they usually are equipped with large tanks and only plastic doors protecting the filler cap. Anyone knowing what they're doing can easily get by the anti-siphoning ball inside the filler neck and steal the fuel.

His attention was drawn to the cold case file his lieutenant dropped on his desk, the disappearance of Mark Waters was approaching its two year anniversary. Steven's partner against crime, LaShay Jones, had a file assigned to her as well, another disappearance case of Robert and Vanessa Garvey.

LaShay opened it up and quietly read the latest news on the missing couple. There was a series of pictures in her file of the couple, individually and together. She thumbed through her assigned report, making notations on her own notepad when the need came up, and when finished closed them both. The last entry into their file was over six years ago. "Want to trade?"

Steven had just finished the same procedure and closed his file. He looked up at the very pretty African-American woman that he'd worked with for just over a year. "Yeah, why not. I've had this case before about eighteen months ago. Maybe fresh eyes will see something."

They swapped files and made new notations on their own paperwork. Before Steven could finish looking at the new pile of papers in front of him his extension began to ring. He answered it, "Detective Clark."

"Steve, the DA just brought you a few more documents for your file. Seems the courts have recently declared him dead and his estate has been transferred. Might be enough to look into," his lieutenant told him.

"I'll be right down."

LaShay looked up at the tall skinny man as he stood, "What's up?"

"That file you're looking at, has some new info coming for it! Looks like we have some work to do." 

"Hurry back."

Steven left his desk and hurried to where the papers waited for him. He walked down the flight of stairs and knocked on the window of his bosses office, opened the door and retrieved what was waiting for him.

He began reading the new information as he returned to his desk. LaShay looked up at him and asked, "What do ya got?"

"Just property transfer stuff. Almost all of it goes to a female named Amanda Michelsen. The rest goes to his parents. His estimated net-worth was in the millions! That doesn't sound right," he extended his hand reaching for the file his partner was looking through. Opened it up and found what he was looking for and let out a small whistle.

"Something new?"

"I'd say. This guy vanished and became a millionaire while he's gone! Now that he's gone, his girl, not his wife, he wasn't married, but this Michelsen chick gets it all." He continued reading, set the paperwork down and looked up to LaShay and said, "We need some pictures of this girl for the file."

"I'll go requisition a camera." LaShay stood up and locked the Garvey file in her desk since it wasn't anything pressing at the moment and headed out of their shared cubicle.

"LaShay?"

"Yeah Steve?"

"Get a couple of rolls of film and an extra set of batteries. I don't want the camera dying on us like it did the time before last."

"You got it."

Chapter Nineteen

It had been almost a year since she had been to Mark's house. She hadn't been inside since the police were called to investigate. Way back when, Mark had given her a key, but she never used it, and when she traded off her old Honda before Mark's disappearance, she thinks that his house key went with the car because she hadn't seen it in just about the same amount of time. 

She turned right onto the cul-de-sac and parked her black Mustang in the driveway. She was still dressed to the nines, as she got out of the car, she had to again, pull her dress down to cover things. She dug the keys out and tried a few of them until one fit in the door and actually turned. She opened the houses front door and closed it as soon as she was inside. The alarm control panel was behind the door and she keyed in the proper code that was written on the business card of her new attorney.

She put everything in her purse and put her purse on the coffee table in the front room. The house smelled musty, and was stifling hot, so she opened up a window in the kitchen and the back sliding glass door. The view was stunning! The house sat away and above the rolling ocean. Gentle waves were the only thing getting through the small jetties that provided boat access to the private pier and boat slips for the neighborhood homes on each side of her new home. She had trouble thinking of it in that way, but the truth was the truth. Everything she touched was hers!

"Amanda. . . ." a small voice called to her.

Startled she turned around and saw no one. Did she actually hear her name? It actually sounded like it came from behind her! Was it real, but after thinking about it, she decided that she could have been imagining it too! She had been holding her emotions in check since the attorney's office yesterday. But now isn't a great time to let them go and get all blustery either!

"Amanda. . . ." a small voice called to her again. But this time she knew what it was. She walked away from the open glass door and proceeded to the couch. She smiled as she lifted her purse and pulled her cell phone out of it and brought it close to her ear.

"Hello, this is Amanda."

"Girl, I've been calling your name for five minutes!" Sylvia complained.

She sat on the edge of the couch and propped a heel up on the corner of the coffee table. "Sorry Sylvia. My phone's been doing weird things. I didn't even hear it ring, but it answered you!"

"Nope girl, you called me!"

"I did? Oh, I'll bet that your quick-dial number got pushed when I put my phone down! I never lock my keys, I'm sorry. So what's up with you?" 

"You tell me! What is this that's going on?"

"Did you hear my message?"

"Yeah, but you're messing with me, right?" Sylvia asked.

"Nope. It's all true."

"Have you got your thumb rings yet?" Sylvia asked.

Puzzled, Amanda responded, "Thumb rings?"

"You know, your smoke signals?"

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about!" Amanda confessed.

"Ok, you know that jewelry store right next door to where we get our nails done at the mall?"

"Yes, but what's this about 'thumb rings'?"

Sylvia lowered her voice and said, "You like it up the ass now, right?"

A wide grin spread over Amanda's face, "Yeah. . ."

"Okay, so a girl wears a thumb ring to broadcast to guys that she likes it up the ass. But if she wears two rings, one on each thumb, then she's up for doing it with multiple guys for a double penetration. Get it?"

"You've got to be kidding!" Amanda said.

"Nope. If you notice, a lot of the guys that we know that are bi or gay. . ."

"Wear thumb rings!" Amanda finished. "I never knew that Sylvia!"

"Okay it's almost noon, and I have to get to the booth. Let's plan on meeting at that jewelry store and get your smoke signals picked out. Okay?"

Amanda gave a short laugh, and said, "Okay! What time, 5:30 pm?"

"That'll work for me. I have to get my nails done anyway."

"See you then Sweetheart!" Amanda closed her phone and carried it with her. She went down the hall to Mark's old bedroom. His mother had been there months before the house was sealed and had done his laundry and tidied up the place. "God, I hope she emptied the refrigerator or I've got a nasty mess on my hands!" she said to herself.

Amanda stepped to the closet and opened both sides of the French doors. She decided to ask Kyle if he'd want any of the clothes. She liked Kyle and wanted to get to know him better. And now that the final curtain had dropped on Mark, perhaps, there was something there to pursue. The only thing she'd have trouble doing is limiting herself to him for sex. She liked her new found independence. Each day brought something and someone new to do and she began to lubricate just thinking about it!

Inside the master bedroom was a bathroom. She stepped inside, made sure there was tissue and lifted the lid, pulled her dress up, seated herself and urinated. She placed her cell phone on the sink and folded the paper to wipe herself clean and discarded the paper into the water, she saw something she'd never noticed before across from the main door. She'd been in that bathroom plenty of times! To her, it looked like another door! She stood and pulled her short dress down over her shapely figure and flushed the toilet.

There was an old and cracked bar of soap laying there, so she washed her hands, and dried them off on his old terry-cloth robe hanging behind the main door. But her attention never really waned from the strange door, that appeared to be disguised behind the towel rack and wall paper, she'd never seen it before!

After looking it over, the only thing to grip, she saw was either pushing on it or pulling on the towel bar which she did, and the mysterious door pulled toward her. She realized that she couldn't get it open completely without closing the bathroom door first. She closed that door, spotted her phone and clutched it in her hand and proceeded to pull the mystery door open all the way. The fluorescent lighting of the room came on below a staircase and there on the main floor revealed rows of books on bookshelves. The lighting also revealed that she saw there were no windows, but the room had to be the size of the three car garage!

She stepped inside and quickly checked behind her and up the stairs to see if the door was going to automatically slam shut. It didn't. Too many scary movies in her past she suspected. She paused for a second, bringing her hands and arms close to her body and called out, ". . . Mark?"

There was no answer, but she was deathly afraid, she may have found where his body might be. But the room didn't stink except for like what an old bookstore might smell like. She saw that toward, what she would call, the front of the library, there was a beautiful old desk. She didn't know wood, but she knew it was heavy and with it, a gorgeous black leather chair. Again, she paused to look at the door, but it wasn't going anywhere.

The library was almost completely full. There were very few spaces left on any of the shelves. In fact, some books were stacked at the front of the rows of books on top of other books. There were some books that were lying open, face down in the aisles. But much to her relief, there wasn't a body lying on the ground either!

The subject matters ranged from vacation destinations, to sci-fi and also to porn! A book appeared to have fallen off the shelf and landed open in the aisle that had shelves upon shelves of erotica. She picked it up and read the name on the spine. "Hmm! I didn't know Mark was into domination and leather!"

She turned the book around to read where the book had fallen to the floor. As she quietly read the first few words, the library vanished around her and instead of bookshelves and reading material, she found herself with her legs bound with leather straps forcing them open almost as wide as they physically could stretch. Her legs were encased with latex hosiery. Her feet adorned in the same black patent pumps she had on moments ago. Her torso was in a leather corset that covered everything completely except for her breasts that jutted out from the pre formed holes. Her shoulders were securely fastened to the ceiling by straps, buckled into the loops made into the top of the corset she was wearing.

She noticed discomfort from both of her nipples, each barbell had a metal slip over attachment, similar to how a garter belt might hold stockings in place, that was fixed to another strap pulling on them and keeping them tightly suspended! Her hands were secured to each thigh by a black leather cuff around her wrists and around her thighs on each side, an extremely short chain kept them each attached together. Finally, she realized there was a large vibrating dildo attached to a pole between her legs. It was inserted in her pussy and it was causing her concentration to shift from the discomfort in certain areas of her body to the juices beginning to run from her pussy and to her ass cheeks.

A male voice, Amanda didn't recognize from behind her, boomed, "You have not been given permission to cum yet! How dare you assume that pleasure is yours to have!" and she felt her tanned left butt cheek sting as a leather slapper paddle landed on it with very restrained force, but just enough to know that whoever he was, he was in complete control of her!

He walked past her, but his face was covered in a black leather mask. His chest was bare and either covered in sweat, or oiled. He wore black leather or latex pants and his cock and balls were standing very proudly out, at full attention and display. His boots were scarred and dusty. He suddenly spun on her and said, "You must speak when spoken to!" and walked behind her and stung the other cheek with as much force as the first.

"I. . . I don't know what to say!" Amanda said.

The first butt cheek stung anew, and he announced to her, "You address me as Master! Always!"

"Yes, Master!" she complied.

Her butt was stinging, her pussy was back to grabbing her attention from the movement of her body causing it to move inside of her, not to mention that incessant never ending vibration! A moan escaped her lips.

Her Master exchanged his slapper paddle for a strapped paddle and lightly swatted her pussy with it, causing pain and pleasure simultaneously. She screamed, "Master! May I cum please?"

"Absolutely not!" he roared. He again walked behind her. Suddenly, she felt him put something hard and leather around her throat, he cinched it down by a buckle. It wasn't tight, but it did distract her from the attention her pussy was demanding. His leather clad hands left his fingers exposed to securely fastened a long chain to her new neck adornment. He let the chain dangle loosely and he stepped in front of her and removed the dildo from her pussy.

"No, please let me cum!" she begged.

His silence answered her question. Her Master began loosening her bonds. The last thing he did was unclip her wrists from her thighs and grabbed the chain leash and demand, "On your hands and knees!"

She complied and he walked her to a corner of the dungeon, occasionally spanking a butt cheek with the returned slapper paddle when he claimed she wasn't moving fast enough, or she was slouching or any other number of things that weren't good enough. She played along and saw where the end of the line was going to be. A hammock like swing was suspended from the ceiling. He flipped on some flood lights and the area blazed with light. She was instructed to get into the seat, and she complied.

She sat as he strapped her and chained her into place. Her legs firmly placed where she couldn't move them well. Her hands now buckled in place behind her head. She could squirm, but not move well. Her wet pussy dripped onto the mat below her as her Master disappeared from her view. She heard him open a door and the door slam. He began scolding someone, "Where have you two been? I have someone ready to give you the pleasure you have earned, but since you're late, perhaps you're not ready!"

"I'm sorry Master," two voices, one male, one female said in chorus.

"It was my fault Master, I deserve the punishment," the female voice said.

"Prepare yourselves and report to me like a dog. Both of you!" he demanded.

The Master reappeared in Amanda's view. He sized her up and moved to her ear and softly said, "You will pleasure my pet and my slave today. If you do well, it might be your turn one day!"

"Yes Master," was all Amanda could think to say.

"Ah, here they are now," a man naked except for a black leather harness that fit around his body and exposed his cock and balls came into sight. Beside him was a female, dressed in a similar harness, but this one was shiny red and clad in red thigh high spike heeled boots. Her hair pulled back tightly, and her face made up darkly with bright red lips. Her hands were manicured and squared off like Amanda liked to wear hers. On each thumb was a gold band!

"We are here at your request Master," the female announced.

He beckoned to Amanda and said to the couple, "My gift to you. . . . Devour her. I want my initiate broken in well!"

"Yes Master!" they both answered in unison.

"Master, may I speak?" the male asked.

"Speak!" he yelled.

"Does your new initiate have a magic word?" he asked.

"Yes! It is 'Mustang'!" He quickly approached Amanda and whispered in her ear what the purpose of the magic word was, and not to use it indiscriminately. It's for extreme discomfort as well as unwanted attention.

She nodded in understanding.

Her Master grabbed her hair and pulled it sharply, "Is that how I trained you to address me?" 

"No Master! I understand that you have instructed me well Master!"

"That's better," he said. The Master turned to face the waiting, leather clad couple, "You may begin." He disappeared from the flood lights as the couple descended upon her.



The Library Ch. 20-21



Chapter Twenty

The two police officers pulled up the available public records for Amanda Michelsen. It showed a speeding ticket, a ticket she received on the beach earlier this year for a bikini that was deemed too revealing. Her motor vehicle records showed she had traded a Honda Accord for a new Mustang earlier as well. Officer LaShay printed the records for them. "Did she show for court in the bikini thing?"

"I don't think so. I think it shows she mailed in the fine," LaShay said.

"Any wants or warrants on her?"

LaShay turned back to the computer and did a nationwide search for Amanda's records. The wait was all of thirty seconds for them, "Let's see, the only hit was a loud party she attended in her freshman year of college. Her name was taken, and nothing was pursued beyond that. She has a clean record, no wants or warrants."

Clark, tapped a pencil to his lips. "How long ago was the speeding ticket?"

"Let's see, six years ago and she paid the fine. We've got nothing to bring her in for. But that doesn't mean we can't go talk to her."

Clark asked, "How long before the camera's cleared?"

"It should have been ready by now." LaShay lifted the phone and called downstairs to the equipment room and was informed that all was set and ready for them. "Let's go!"

"Wait. Do we know where she works?"

LaShay searched the print outs in her hand, and after a moment began shaking her head, "Nope. We don't have that one."

"Where first? Her home or the old boyfriends home?" Clark asked.

"I'm betting she's at work. The girl's got her shit together it seems. I mean, look, she's had one ticket in her car, quite a while back. And she wore a thread to the beach, all us girls will try that once or twice if we have the body for it!" LaShay explained.

"So when do I get to see you wear one of those threads? You've got the body for it!"

"Steve, I love you and I love the beach, but Sweetie, I don't need the tan. Right?" she told him while fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Steven gave her an evil grin and said, "Ya got a great tan, don't let anyone else tell ya different!"

She punched him in the shoulder and the two set off to get the camera and an unmarked detectives unit to drive.

Once outside, getting into the car, Clark got behind the wheel and made the necessary checks before leaving. The radio worked, emergency lights checked out and the siren gave a short chirp. The other detective began getting the camera ready for action. Clark said, "I sure wish the courts would allow digital cameras! That'd make setup a lot faster!"

Detective Jones said, "Yeah it would, but with how fast people have learned how to modify pictures with all the computer programs that are out there, the courts wouldn't have any way to know what's been fixed and what hasn't! Besides, this 35mm isn't hard to use anyway."

"Old school stuff," he said.

"Yup, I like old school stuff! Hey, I like you don't I?" she said.

"Well, since we don't know where she works, let's head over to her new house, the former boyfriends house, she's got to be heading there sometime today," Clark put the car in gear and headed out of the parking lot. 

With the decision made, she picked up her cell phone and called the pairs commander and told them where they were heading. He jotted it down on his event's pad and wrote the time down.

Chapter Twenty-One

Amanda was very nervous in her surroundings. Nothing made sense! How can she be here? All she could absolutely know was that she physically felt everything! The straps, the paddle, the vibrating dildo! Still, she was excited and wanting to cum so she decided that she was willing to do anything they asked of her to see where this was leading. Also, she could relax a bit since "The Master" was gone now.

The girl seemed to be in charge now and she walked up behind Amanda. Unknown to her at the time was that the girl approached her with a leather paddle in her hand similar to what The Master had used minutes ago, but hers was red, matching her kinky outfit.

Amanda thought she could relax until she heard what sounded like the rushing of air and immediately felt the stinging sensation from the red paddle against her bare ass. The woman, now strode in front of her and into the spot lights. Her red outfit glistened as she moved. She too had a dog collar on, but hers was patent red, like the rest of her outfit. Her hair was dark chestnut brown, and pulled sharply back and held by, of course, shiny red bands. She was very pretty, and had a very sexy body! Her breasts were exposed and Amanda could see what looked like a larger gold hoop hanging from her pussy when she stood with her legs semi-apart.

The woman, struck her again, each time was harder than the last and commanded her, "You will obey me now! You may call me Mistress Vanessa," she turned to the male and said, "Bobby, give this worthless Initiate your cock to suck on!"

Bobby moved quickly to Amanda's side, his cock bobbed up and down as he quickly moved into position. There was nothing gentle about this man, he turned her face towards him, and shoved his sharply curved, cock deep inside her mouth. Making her usually well controlled gag reflex briefly come to life.

Amanda wondered what was going to happen next. Was this some weird dream or was it reality? She hadn't been sleeping well lately. Maybe she had fallen asleep and was dreaming this whole thing up! The slap on her ass from Vanessa's paddle brought her back to the moment. She pulled her mouth away from the mans raging hard-on to gasp for breath from the sting.

"Initiate, suck his cock into your mouth like you want it badly!" she heard from behind her.

The stinging sensation surprised her as she felt the paddle swat her from underneath her exquisitely tanned ass again. Amanda obeyed her Mistress and opened her mouth again for his cock. She found she could rock forward in the swing by lifting her hips just like she did in the swings from her childhood. That made it a little easier to suck on his cock which was stuffed into her mouth and throat. She saw him steady himself, planting one leg in front of the other just a little, so he could rock back and forth, in and out of her lips. With no warning, Amanda felt Bobby's chunky cum gush inside her mouth causing her to cough. He let out no sounds until her tongue licked the glans of his penis, cleaning it off.

He pulled his cock out and she could hear her Mistress praising her for the job well done. She swallowed the load in her mouth but the outside of her whole mouth and chin were dripping with his cum. "Vanessa, can you please wipe off my chin for me?"

Amanda's answer was a loud smack from her ass being slapped again by the red paddle. "You address me as Mistress Vanessa when speaking to or about me!" 

Her behind was beginning to feel warm as well as sore from the spankings she had received today. "Yes, Mistress Vanessa, I'm sorry."

Before she could speak again Vanessa laid her paddle on the ground next to Amanda. "Bobby, my pet. I want you to come up behind Amanda and fuck her while she eats her Mistress's pussy." It was her turn now to enjoy the new girls tongue on her.

"Thank you Mistress Vanessa. She is a choice gift from you and the Master!" Bobby said.

Amanda had only tasted two pussy's in her lifetime, Sylvia's and her own and wondered if the Mistress would taste similar. Amanda thought to herself that Sylvia had a great tasting kitty! And hers wasn't bad either the couple of times she had licked her own fingers after she played with herself. When she caught the scent of Vanessa's pussy, Amanda's juices started to flow! This whole thing was making her excited even more. 

When she felt Vanessa's pussy on the tip of her tongue she asked, "Mistress Vanessa, may I please have my hands free so I can tease your pussy with my fingertips as well as my tongue? I find it more pleasurable that way."

She thought it over for a second before she moved herself towards Amanda's wrists and undid the cuffs that were holding them behind her blonde head. Amanda didn't realize how stressed they'd felt until she could move them freely again. 

Mistress Vanessa returned and demanded, "Initiate, you are to make me cum! Eat my pussy, and Bobby will enjoy you as well."

Amanda, who was enjoying herself slid her moist tongue onto the Mistress's slit swirling it around until she found her button. Her tongue fumbled with the small gold ring, it looked larger than it really was, and found a way to wiggle it and the Mistress's clit with her tongue. She sucked on it making it swell between her lips and slid her thin finger between the cheeks of her ass

The Mistress grunted and yelped as contact was made on her pierced clit. She slowly ground her pussy on Amanda's lips.

Amanda asked, "Mistress, may I finger fuck your ass? You're wearing a thumb ring and I think that . . . " 

Mistress Vanessa quieted her by pressing the small lips of her pussy down onto her mouth again. She smiled down at Amanda and in a loud whisper, "Oh fuck yeah! Lick my clit and finger my ass you worthless Initiate!"

Amanda licked the pussy juices off of her finger then slowly inserted it into her Mistress's other hole. She could hear her gasp as her finger was inserted and didn't go beyond her first knuckle. Amanda knew she had to be careful, her long nails could really damage her Mistress if she got reckless.

The Mistress wiggled her hips back and forth and told her to put it in the rest of the way . Amanda could feel that her ass was tight and very small for a female that appeared much taller than herself. Amanda's concentration was suddenly broken by a cock penetrating her own folds. Her head lurched backwards and sucked a gasp of air as his cock head pushed its way past her entry and into her pussy.

Amanda had to work to enjoy what was going on inside of her and pay attention to her finger stuck inside the Mistress's asshole! Something would have to give and soon!

The Mistress began to rock back and forth as Amanda slid her tongue back onto the wet pussy that was tasting sweeter as the minutes passed. She teased Vanessa with her tongue, first licking the clit, giving a little tug on her ring and then moving down to her small lips and circling them until she came upon the ring again and she tugged on it a little with her teeth, licking all around it and sliding her tongue inside her pussy while prodding her ass now with two fingers. "Oh god, your fingers are in my ass!" Mistress Vanessa yelled.

Amanda worked her fingers in slowly, now feeling it tightening up a little as she moved them slowly around and in and out of the demanding female. She quickly moved her other finger up inside her pussy and curled her finger toward her.

Amanda had a feeling that Mistress Vanessa was close to cumming and had trouble concentrating on her own pleasure she was feeling in her own pussy. She could feel Bobby pounding his warm and curved cock inside of her making her lips swell to take in his fullness. He was about average length, but he made up for it in skill and the major curve he had in his cock sent tingles through her constantly. That curve provided a unique angle for him to jackhammer her pussy making the needed contact with her enlarged and throbbing clit. 

Vanessa's ass and pussy tightened up around the probing fingers as she sent a wet flow of her juices down into Amanda's mouth. Mistress Vanessa, wailed and groaned as wave after orgasmic wave surged through her thin body. Her body became covered in a light sheen of sweat as it continued to spasm and jerk uncontrollably. Her eyes, rolled up in her head so far that only the whites of her eyes were visible through the small slits made by her eyelid. Her body finally came to a rest still standing above Amanda's beautiful face. Amanda removed her fingers from the nearly incoherent woman and gave her clit one final long and luxurious sucking. That made Mistress Vanessa snap out of her euphoria and emit a short, but loud yelp.

The Mistress slightly backed away and lightly rubbed her pussy as she watched the man begin to pound into the Initiate and make the Initiate start rocking her hips and making the sounds of a woman on the verge of finding her orgasm. It wasn't long before Bobby's deep thrusting inside of her awakened her torrent of juices and sent them flowing and gushing out of her as well! Her sudden movements, and loud scream brought him over the edge too and they shared an orgasm together! Bobby, pulled out of her tight pussy and ran his curved rod over the top of Amanda's clit and he squirted all over her torso, pussy and legs. The mat below them was drench by the three of them and it had puddled with their sweat and their cum juices. Bobby reinserted his penis into her and finished his last eddy's of pleasure inside of her.

The Mistress had recovered from her orgasm and bent over her Initiate's body and began to lick some of the cum off of Amanda's shaved pussy and tight tummy. 

The conclusion of the commotion brought the Master back to see how his new Initiate had faired. He could see that everyone was spent from cumming and sweaty from the exercise involved. He asked Vanessa, "Has the Initiate performed well and done as you have trained her to do?"

"Master, she required some training and she corrected well with the paddle," Vanessa reported.

She was in such a daze from everything that had happened that she didn't even notice The Master tying anything around her hand. He spoke to Amanda in a soft voice, "This is a gift from my Master to you. His message is simple," he paused. "You are to find him."



The Library Ch. 22-23



Chapter Twenty-Two

The lights of the library snapped on at once. Amanda sucked in air as the sudden change of scenery sent chills through her as her body readjusted. The book she had started to read lay at her feet, almost in the condition she found it in. She was dressed as she was before, but wrapped around her left hand, and tied at her wrist with a knot was Mark's favorite necktie! The realization of what she thought was her imagination which was suddenly real sent a jolt of adrenaline through her! Her eyes focused more sharply on the tie on her left hand while her right hand went between her thighs to feel the warm wetness of Bobby's ejaculate on her mound and abdomen. She held her hand up to see the creamy goo on her palm and fingers, "What the fuck?"

The uncertainty of the situation set her into a panic and her body began to shake. She ran up the stairs and to the door, which was now closed, and slapped at the door with her open hand before it easily pushed open for her. She emerged in the bathroom and quickly closed the library door.

Amanda stripped naked and turned the shower on and quickly got inside, forgetting that the tie was still wrapped around her hand. She let the shower water fall around her, soaking her hair and skin. She finally untied the tie from her hand and wrist and flung it over the top of the shower stall. "What just happened to me?" she said to no one there. The shaking of her body slowly began to subside. 

"It was so real!" again she said to no one else but herself.

She turned to look and see if there were any evidence of what had happened on her behind, since that seemed to be the favorite target of the two paddle wielding terrorists! Yup, sure enough, there were marks! She opened the stall door and grabbed the cracked bar of soap and washed herself and stopped.

"I have no idea how this just happened," her mind tried to reel in what she had just experienced.

Finally, after calming down, she examined her own feelings to find if she was feeling molested or just freaked out by the library and it's unexplainable abilities. She admitted to herself, that she never felt in danger at any time. They did give her a word to use if they got too intense on her. But she had to know what it was that she just discovered in Mark's house! That was what she was reacting too! What is this crazy room and could it explain what happened to Mark! That was the reality that gripped her even as she rubbed her sore, paddled ass.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Amanda, emerged from the shower and discovered she had to walk around the house dripping wet and naked in search of bath towels! The idea of wearing a robe, that had been hung behind the bathroom door and not been washed in about two years didn't quite give her the sense of cleanliness she was wanting at that moment, so she passed on wearing it as she searched for a towel. She found them in a hallway closet and walked back into the master bedroom's bathroom and finished drying herself off. She kept her dress off, but put her shoes back on and opened the door to the library again. The lights snapped on immediately as the door cracked open. She paused at the libraries stairs to question if she wanted to experience it again. She resolved herself to uncover the mystery and slowly stepped into the library, waiting for anything to happen.

Nothing moved, flickered or even made a sound. It was eerie, knowing what could occur here, but comforting to know that nothing was coming at her either!

She went back to the same aisle where the book about bondage lay on the floor, right where she had left it. Her blood raced in her as she reached and picked it up again. She took a deep breath and turned it around and began to read again. The library vanished around her and again, instead of bookshelves and reading material, she found herself in the not-so-comfy confines of the same dungeon. Again, she found herself bound, but this time she was bent at the waste, on her knees and in the doggy position with a small but sturdy couch like cushion between her and the floor. Someone or something was being pushed into her ass in a slow steady pace, "MUSTANG!" she cried out at the top of her lungs.

Immediately the pressure of the penetration, stopped, but did not remove him or itself from her rectum. The Master's voice returned, "Something the matter, Initiate?"

"Mustang," she said to him.

"You want to be released?"

"Yes Master," she said softly. "I have to know something, my Master."

She heard the tear of velcro and the movement of whatever it was invading her ass was being eased away. "I notice that you still have the marks of recent training. What brings you back so soon?" the Master said civilly as he continued to undo her straps that kept her pinned down.

Amanda, once free, stood up and again noticed she was wearing her own shoes but also wearing the same mysterious corset and latex hosiery from before. "Yes Master, I just left here thirty minutes or so ago."

His head tilted but his face was still obscured by the black leather mask, and he said, "That's odd. I don't remember you being here then."

"You initiated me with Bobby and Mistress Vanessa. Then after Bobby came all over me, you whispered something to me and tied a necktie around my wrist and I left! Don't you remember?"

"You say Mistress Vanessa and Bobby were here? . . . Thirty minutes ago?"

"Yes Master."

"Is that why you're here, to find them again?"

"No Master. I want to know why you gave me that tie! What this place is? How is it that I begin to read, appear here, then go back to where I started from! I want to know what's going on!" she demanded.

The Master said, "Did the tie look like this?" From a leather strap above him the exact duplicate of the tie she returned with hung suspended from the strap.

"Yes. That's the tie!"

"That is my Master's tie. He owns me and all that you see here! Are you not the Initiate Amanda?" he asked.

"Yes I'm Amanda. But who is your Master?"

"My Master has instructed me to give you this tie and to tell you he is well and wants you to find him! But you must be taught and conditioned first." The Master looked her in the eye and said, "If you've seen Mistress Vanessa, then you're lessons here are done. I'd suggest you find your next lesson in the same manner in which you've found this one."

"In the library?"

"Is that the origin of here?"

"For me it was," she said.

There was silence between the two of them for a long moment when he said, "Master is alive and well, and is waiting for you!"

The news caught her breath and she whispered loudly, "Mark?"

"Does this 'Mark' own a tie such as this?" he pointed at the tie hanging above them.

"Yes," she said as she nodded her head.

"Then we speak of the same."

Amanda shifted her hips and asked, "Why do you call him 'Master'?"

"Because he owns all that you see, including me. But he does not own Mistress Vanessa or Bobby. They were here before him."

Amanda put two and two together, "The owner of the book?"

"I know of no book."

"Master, this is important. Was there ever a time that Mistress Vanessa and Bobby were your Master or Mistress or whatever it is you'd call them?"

"Yes, of course! But they choose to stay here with me, instead of going on," he answered.

"What does 'Going on' mean?" she pressed.

The Master answered her, "It means, they like it here! They didn't need to find anything better for themselves." 

"They are 'Masters' who have decided to stay," she looked to the dark ground and said softly, away from his steady gaze still trying to make any solid connection.

"Master, are there others?"

"Other what?"

"Are there other Masters or Mistresses that have decided to stay?" she inquired.

"Why of course, but they have moved to other parts of the dungeon."

She needed a straight answer, "What do I have to do to stay or leave?"

"That decision is not yours to make yet!" he advised. "First you must find the Master. If then you decide to stay, you may. But if you decide to 'Go on' you can, and leave the Master to what he has chosen for himself."

Amanda looked at her Master, "When I want to leave here, or anywhere, what must I do?"

"You must gratify, and too, you as well must be gratified! When both of those obligations are met, you can return to where it is you are from."

She raised her eyebrows, "So you're saying I have to fuck my way out?"

"That and more."

"What's more?" she asked.

"Don't forget, you must be a giver and a taker! Not be a giver or a taker, and also you must take the Master's gift."

"I think that's what I said, isn't it?"

To that his slap paddle made sharp contact to her rear and he said with what appeared to be a smile behind his mask, "No, it is not. Your time here is not restricted. You have done what you were obligated to achieve. If you wish to stay, you may for a short time more. But you will be made to obey, when that choice of yours is to be made. You are able to leave, when you decide to leave, but you must take the gift from my Master with you, everywhere it is that you go, here or elsewhere, there is a gift to receive and it is to go with you." He pulled down the tie and wrapped it around her left wrist again and tied it securely. "After you find my Master, the one you call 'Mark' is when you no longer will need his gifts for travel."

"So I can stay here indefinitely? Can you tell me where I will find Mark?"

"No to both. You referred to a book, and like a book, the last page must be turned to finish the book." 

"That's pretty philosophical for a dungeon master, don't you think," she dared to say sarcastically.

The smack of his paddle came sharp and quick, his demeanor had changed. He approached her sternly and bellowed, "I am the Master to you! You will NOT address me in that manner!" He pointed to the ground with his paddle and demanded, "On your knees Initiate!"

She said, "I don't think so this time. I'm outta here!" The Master's paddle again made its incredibly fast travel to her ass cheek as the dungeon dissolved and the library reappeared. Her breathing accelerated like she had jogged a mile, and she felt something similar and passing almost like an abrasion on her butt cheek. She checked it and saw nothing there that wasn't there before. She was glad she got out of there when she did! That one was going to hurt, and of that she was sure! She looked down between her patent leather pump clad feet and saw the book and decided to leave it where it was, splayed open in the walkway.

She remembered the tie and untied it from her left wrist and draped it around her neck. Both sides fell across her nipples, it hid the barbells she was wearing there. She climbed the stairs up to the library door and found it closed again. She opened it and peered on the floor of the bathroom, the other tie was no where to be seen. From there she heard her cell phone ringing on the bathroom counter.

"Hello, this is Amanda," she said into the small phone causing a slight echo.

"You sound like you're in a bathroom," Sylvia said from her end.

Amanda smiled and dipped her chin, "That's exactly where I am. Am I late?" she pulled the phone away from her ear and took a quick peek at the time display. It said 5:15 pm! 'That means that what happens in the library is real time! Wow!' she thought.

Sylvia was saying, "Hello? Amanda? Are you still there?"

"I'm sorry, I had to finish a thought. Let me get freshened up and I'll see you at the mall in about half an hour, okay?" Amanda said.

"Okay sweetie! Are you okay? You sound really distracted!"

"Sylvia, you haven't got any idea what's going on, but you're gonna love it and think I'm nuts all at the same time!"

"Amanda, you know I love you, don't you?" 

"Yeah, I do."

"Good, so you should also know that I already do think you're nuts and it shouldn't hurt your feelings, right?" Sylvia said with a smile.

Amanda feigned indignation, "What? How dare you! I've got a ton of money now and for that you get to buy my dinner tonight! Take that you meanie!"

"See you in thirty minutes?" Sylvia asked.

"Yup! Bye!"



The Library Ch. 24



Chapter Twenty-Four

Amanda, still dressed in what she wore to work, and what she was sent home for wearing arrived at the Driftwood Mall and found a very good parking space. She had a little extra spring in her step, and even though she was one of those girls who's face always seemed to be smiling, was obviously grinning as she saw her friend, Sylvia sitting patiently, waiting for her.

"My, aren't we shits and grins," Sylvia mentioned as her friend came over and gave her a hug.

"Mark's alive!"

Her friends eyes shot wide open and a surprised look spread upon her face upon the immediate news. "Oh my gosh! That is so great to hear!" Sylvia hugged her friend back and said, "Rumor's around work weren't that! They said you'd inherited a fortune from him!"

Amanda beckoned her friend to sit down so she could go over everything since she last saw her. The two deaf guys, the lawyer, the conversation with her boss and lastly the library.

"Girl! Do you remember our conversation on the phone when I told you I thought you were nuts, consider that doubled! Okay?"

"Sylvia, I have the physical evidence! I still have the splotches on my ass from the paddling I got! The tie! I still have the tie! It's out in the car!"

"Girl, I think you knocked your head on something! What you're talking about isn't real! It can't be! You've obviously been in a ton of drama lately and those marks on your ass are from something else! And you admitted yourself that you'd been in Mark's closet! You probably grabbed the tie then!"

Amanda shook her head and said, "If you don't believe me, come back with me and see for yourself! Maybe you can go somewhere, or at least watch me as I go somewhere! But this is real! Too freakin' real! I can't make something like this up! It'd be too easy to prove me wrong!"

Sylvia nodded her head in agreement with the point Amanda had made. "Let's do this, let me get my nails done, and girl . . . Go buy some underwear! I can see your kitty and it's turning me on!"

Amanda turned beet red and made an effort to cover herself with her short dress for what seemed the umpteenth time that day.

"That's better. Let me guess, you haven't been home since you left work?" Sylvia asked.

"That's right."

"Okay, let me get my nails done, go buy some panties, we'll get your thumb rings, and then we'll go eat. After that, we can go to your new house."

Amanda stood up and pulled her short dress down again, then gave Sylvia a hug and watched Sylvia go into the toxic fume chamber of the nail salon. Her grin was nonetheless wide as it was when she walked into the mall. At the end of the alcove in the mall that the nail salon was located on, she walked the second floor until she found the escalator that would lower her down to the ground floor. From the landing of the escalator, she turned right and found her way to her favorite lingerie store and found a g-string to match her dress and paid the $12.00 for it. She declined the bag and asked for a dressing room. She was pointed in the right direction and after removing the tags, slipped it on underneath her tight dress and exited the store.

She went back the way she came and stopped to look at jewelry stores along the way. She wasn't really sure what she'd call a proper thumb ring, but she found some that she liked and would bring Sylvia back to make sure her selection was right.

She finally made her way back to the alcove the nail salon was at and found her friend with her hands and feet under drying lights. Amanda had spent hours there herself just watching people walk by. It was boring really, but some things are made to be endured. She stood on the other side of the window in front of Sylvia and after looking both ways in the alcove's hallway, Amanda lifted her dress to show her new panties. She only offered a brief glimpse, but it made her blush and giggle anyway.

Sylvia rolled her eyes and laughed a little at her friend's bravado.

Amanda walked in and sat next to her friend. "Almost done?"

"I actually just got over here."

"Okay, so we have about fifteen to twenty minutes. So tell me more about this thumb ring business."

"It's called a smoke signal."

Amanda said, "Yeah, okay. Keep going!"

"Did you ever here about way back when, around the time that guys started piercing their ears, that 'left was right, and right was wrong'?"

Amanda cocked her head to the side and said, "No, I don't think so."

"Okay, back when our parents were dating, if a guy had his right ear pierced, that meant he was gay. Girls weren't supposed to hit on him or something like that. But if his left ear was pierced, he was a player!"

"I've never heard of anything like that!"

"Really? Even girls not too long ago used to get a tattoo across the small of their back to mean that they were players too!" Sylvia offered.

Amanda, still shaking her head and said, "I had no idea!"

Sylvia rolled her head and her eyes and said, "Where have you been?"

"During that time, probably in love with Mark!"

"Oh yeah, him. Let's not go there again yet, okay?" Sylvia sarcastically said.

"Deal. So tell me about the 'Smoke Signal's'!"

"Okay, so if you're wearing a thumb ring, all it means is that you like it in the ass. That's all. For those who know about it, you have sent your message. For those who don't, they think it's a fashion statement!" Sylvia said.

Another girl approached the table and placed her coffee cup near herself as she placed her hands under the nail drying lights. They all said hello to each other.

The blonde Amanda looked at her dark haired friend and said, "Where do you come up with this stuff?"

"Girl, I just have to wonder where your head's been to not know about this 'stuff!' "

"Anyway, okay, I like it in the ass, so I'll wear a thumb ring! I can take it off when I don't want to let everyone know, right?"

The new girls eyebrows reached high on her forehead as the conversation began again between the two friends. A conversation no one would be ready to hear, no less start listening to right in the middle of it!

"Girl, you get to wear two, one on each thumb!"

"Okay, why's that?" Amanda asked.

"Let me get this straight, you lost your anal virginity Saturday night?"

More eyebrows and a sharp twist of the head toward the conversing girls.

"Yes," she was blushing again.

"And you lost your double penetration cherry, last night, right?"

All Amanda did was quickly shake her head up and down without saying a thing. The other girl sat in mouth opened, disbelief.

"Girl, you're insatiable!"

"And getting sore too, but loving the attention!" Amanda confessed.

"You've been initiated! You get to wear them both!"

"Oh God Sylvia! Don't use that word again!"

"Which word?"

"'Initiated'! That's what they called me in the dungeon! My butts still sore!"

"It was that real for you huh?" Sylvia asked.

"I even went back in a second time!"

By this time the new girl was thinking they were practicing for a play or something! 

"You mentioned that."

"I really don't know how it works! But the second time, there was this gizmowatchee just starting to go into my ass! It was just . . . There!"

Sylvia looked at her friend with concern and over to the other girl as well. Amanda had taken the loss of Mark like a champ, but now that he's legally gone, she can't deal with it! "Tell you what, let's get out of here, my nails are dry enough and we'll head to Mark's and you can show me what this thing is all about. We'll catch dinner afterward, okay?"

"I like it!"

"Oh no fair! You can't leave me without telling me how the story ends!" the new girl protested.

Both Sylvia and Amanda looked at each other and back to the other girl. "What story?" Amanda asked.

"The play you're practicing for!"

"Nope, not a play, and I'm wondering how this ends too. Thanks for caring!"

Sylvia retrieved her shoes and put the tan, hi-heeled sandals, on over her newly pedicured toes. She kept the French tip look for both her hands and her feet. She had already paid the bill and dropped a tip for the nail technician in her jar and left the salon and the other girl at the drying table to her imagination as they both headed for their cars. "See you there!"

"You know the way?" Amanda asked.

"Yup, I've been there with you once or twice."

"You're right, I forgot." Amanda beeped her alarm and unlocked her car doors with her remote. She slipped the seat belt on and started her car and left the Driftwood Mall's parking lot.



The Library Ch. 25-26



Chapter Twenty-Five

Finding a good place to park, where the obviously unmarked police car would not stand out, was easier than they had hoped. Mark's former home had a backyard that led to the waters edge. Most of the homes across the street that didn't have the more immediate access to the water were raised higher up, so they too would have a view of the water. At the corner of the dead end street, before the turn into the cul-de-sac, stood a tree that let the car park underneath and in the shade. Detective Clark backed the car under the tree's protective canopy, the dark shade of gray car was difficult to see, but gave an unobstructed view of the new home of Amanda Michelsen and its driveway.

Detective Jones grabbed the camera from the seat between the two of them as the black Mustang turned the corner and headed the short distance from the corner to the driveway of the house. "Bingo," she said. She started taking pictures right away of the car, making sure to get the drivers face and the plate number as well.

Then after only a couple of seconds, Sylvia's Durango turned the same corner and proceeded to turnaround in the house's driveway and park on the street. Pictures of her and her vehicle were taken as well.

"Our target's getting out of her car in the driveway," Clark reported.

Detective LaShay Jones focused the camera on Amanda and took several shots of her, ones from the front, sides and behind. They witnessed the two girls walk out onto the front lawn and converse briefly. Shots were taken of that encounter and also of the pair walking to the front door and into the house. "I think I killed the roll with that last shot," she reported.

Detective Clark dug out the other roll of film from the camera bag between them on the floorboard and handed it to his law enforcement partner who was rewinding the spent roll inside the camera. Within two minutes she had the spent roll stored away in the camera pack, and the new roll of film ready to go inside the camera.

"She's a looker isn't she?" LaShay asked her partner.

"Yeah, and her friend isn't too bad either!" He changed the subject briefly, "Did we get enough pics?"

"Well, we have another roll, and nothing else is going on," the female detective answered. "But my question is, how long do you want to wait?"

"Wait for what?"

"For me to jump your bones!"

That response made the senior detective Steven Clark turn sharply to look at his beautiful black friend and partner and say, "Don't kid me like that!"

She scooted closer to him and put her small sexy hand on his thigh and said, "Who's kidding," as she leaned closer and pressed her lips onto his and her tongue into his mouth.

*

Chapter Twenty-Six

Sylvia dropped her purse on the couch and proceeded to the bathroom in the master bedroom. There, Amanda showed her the trick of closing the bathroom door completely which allowed the library door to open completely. The lights snapped to life immediately as the door moved. Sylvia was caught off guard. She really didn't expect to see a library at all! She didn't know what to expect, but it really being what she said it was, well, that was a surprise!

Amanda pointed to the book on the floor, still laying face down and open and explained that it was the one that took her to the dungeon, she cautioned her not to pick it up. She showed Sylvia other books and the fantastic mix of genre's that filled the shelves and not to mention the ones also on the floor.

Sylvia paused in one area that looked like cookbooks and fine dining establishments around the globe. "Can I take one down?"

"Of course! Just be careful on what you pick!"

Amanda rounded the corner to see what the tall Latina was selecting, Sicilian and Italian Dining was what the cover said. She looked at her friend and said, "Ready?"

"Ready for what?"

Amanda said, "There's a strong chance, you, me or we might go to wherever this book is about!"

"Get serious girl!" Sylvia opened the book and the two of them began reading the first few words of a famous Sicilian restaurant in Palermo, Sicily.

Amanda felt the familiar change she had gone through twice before. Sylvia wasn't too sure of the events unfolding around her as the library melted and the entry way of a large ornate restaurant formed around her and her friend. The woodwork lining the inside of the restaurant was breath taking! The aromas wafting to them from the kitchen were unfamiliar, yet desirable! The two young ladies found themselves in what appeared to be the waiting area of the restaurant they had started to read about.

Amanda, fixed a grin at Sylvia and said, "I think I'm the tourist and you're the sexy Italian girl!" Sylvia's hair was down. Her natural black and loose curls, fell to the small of her back! Amanda looked appreciatively at the white summer dress with the gold belt that accented her friend so well. She looked down to her friends feet and was surprised by what she saw.

Sylvia asked, "What?" when she saw her friends reaction.

"I'm going to bet, that you don't own a dress like this, but those are your shoes, right?"

Sylvia looked down and said, "Yup. Their mine! But the dress I'd like to borrow or keep!"

Amanda said, "That's something I'd like to know why it is. Each time I've gone somewhere, my footwear is the ones that I had on just prior to my 'trip'."

"Girl, this is weird!"

"Believe me now?"

"How the hell do you think I'm going to answer that? Of course I believe you!" She finally noticed what her friend was wearing and said, "Girl, you look incredible!"

"Thank you," Amanda said complete with a curtsy. She had on a black clubbing dress that accented her fine curves and left nothing to the imagination of what her cleavage suggested! Again, complete with the black patent, ultra high heels! "At least this time, we didn't get here and have a cock about to fill up our asses right away!"

The two girls giggled. The maitre'd arrived and said, "Vieni con me, il vostro tavolo è pronto," they translated as, "Follow me, your table is ready."

The restaurant was positively bursting at the seams with customers. The magnificent aromas were coming at them from all places as they maneuvered their way to their seats. As they arrived, their waiter, an epitome of tall dark and handsome, held Amanda's chair out for her, while the maitre'd held Sylvia's.

For some unexplainable reason, the language barrier was nonexistent as they both heard the maitre'd introduce the waiter, "Your server today will be Carlo. Enjoy your meal!" and he made a slight bow and then excused himself. They heard it in the Sicilian dialect of the Italian language, but it processed inside of them as English.

He presented them each a menu, as water glasses for them were placed within their respective reaches. "I will return in a few minutes, unless there is something I can bring you now?"

The girls took a fast flirtatious look between themselves and back at their waiter. "We'll let you know," Amanda said.

Carlo curtly nodded his head and went to his other tables.

"Oh my God! He's hot!" Sylvia exclaimed.

"Sylvia, do you remember what I told you? We have to 'gratify, and we must be gratified.' I can only hope it's him!"

"Any idea how it's going to happen?"

"Sylvia, you've been here as much as I have! Let's order something!"

Amanda opened her menu. The words instantly blurred and became readable for her! She set her menu down and looked across the table at Sylvia, "Did your menu just 'shift' too?" 

Sylvia's eyes were wide and she nodded her head up and down. "This is really freaky!"

Amanda picked up her menu again and said from behind the large folder, "I'm beginning to get used to it!"

A couple of minutes passed and Carlo returned, "Beautiful ladies, are you ready to order?" He faced Sylvia first and said, "I'll start with you."

"Uh, no. Start with her."

Carlo smiled and quickly looked at Amanda and said with only a slight Italian accent, "Okay beautiful lady, what may I bring you?"

Amanda looked at her menu and asked for an, "Arancini Ai Gamberetti for an appetizer and how about the Farsumagru?"

"Ah, the Farsumagru is excellent tonight! Could I suggest Salamureci before your dinner on such a warm night as this?"

"That would be nice," Amanda said.

"And to drink?"

"Would you happen to have any Nero D'Avola?" she asked.

He pulled a wine list from behind his back and opened it, after scanning it briefly he said, "Yes, it's a 2003 vintage, my notes say that was a very good year, but 2000 was better."

"That will do nicely. Thank you."

Carlo finished his notes and turned to Sylvia, "I'll have what she's having, and can you bring the bottle?"

"Oh most certainly. Thank you ladies. Your appetizers will be here shortly." Carlo took one step backwards and spun on his heel and went to go turn in the order.

"Sylvia, have you noticed how old world this seems to be? I mean, there are no computers for the orders to be submitted, no cell phones ringing! Nothing!"

"Come to mention it, you're right! I wonder what the date here is," she saw Carlo walking nearby and she summoned him over.

"Yes beautiful lady?"

"Can you tell me what the date is today?"

"Of course, it's Saturday, July 17, 2004."

"Thank you." 

"Not a problem at all! Carlo said in his slight Italian accent, and was gone again.

Amanda was the first to say, "When we get back, lets check the date of production on that book. I'll bet it's 2004 or 2005!"

"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore! Amanda, this is amazing! We've traveled back in time!"

"Oh my gosh! That makes sense too! My attorney informed me that Mark had some investments that paid off rather handsomely and that's why he had so much money! Sylvia," she said in a conspiratorial tone, "Mark never had any money that I ever saw. He had a great income, but almost all of it went to making payments on his house, boat, truck, insurance and living expenses! I know he never had that much extra to even begin a savings account!" Amanda sat back in her chair and her eyes glazed and didn't see what was in front of her. She continued, "I wonder where he got the money from to even start the investment accounts."

"So, you're telling me, we could find a newspaper with the stock prices listed and. . . ."

Amanda almost resigned to the facts facing her and shook her head saying, "It looks like it."

Sylvia said, "If this gets out, it would ruin Wall Street!"

"And all other investments as well."

"What are you going to do, girl?"

Carlo arrived with a small serving platter raised up off the table by a single column underneath it. His assistant on his left, the side that Sylvia was on, handed him small plates for the ladies to place their food. Beside each plate, he laid a tiny pair of tongs for their own personal use. In the center of the platter was a dipping sauce, and around it were breaded balls of rice that were fried to a golden brown with small shrimp embedded inside the rice.

As he finished preparing the place setting, a short young lady approached carrying the bottle of wine the girls had asked for. Carlo took the wine glasses and poured a small amount in each crystal glass. Both girls pretended to know what to do. First they softly swirled the wine inside the glass held it up to the light then gave it a brief sniff with their nose. After going through the motions they drank the small amount and placed the glasses on the table in front of them. They each looked at Carlo and said, "More please!" simultaneously.

Carlo cracked a grin at the two girls, and filled their glasses. Next to the table was a small ice bucket on a portable tray holder. The bucket did not contain much ice. Once he was finished, he placed the bottle inside the bucket and said, "Enjoy, and remember to leave room for the soup and the entree!" Again, he took a step backward, spun and was gone! 



The Library Ch. 27-28



Chapter Twenty-Seven

The meal was finished. Both of the girls were tipsy from the wine and plenty of everything they ordered was sitting around them in uneaten condition. But the girls were gorged! They had even ordered a dessert, something that was known as 'Catalani', which turned out to be a chocolate cookie! It was marvelous!

The restaurant was thinning down as the summer night turned to dark. Some of the employees were cleaning and vacuuming in another section that had turned vacant. The girls were the last customers of the night.

Carlo appeared and asked, "May I get you anything else?"

Amanda looked at her friend across the table and said, "I don't think I could even eat another crumb!"

Sylvia looked at Carlo and said, "That was the best food I've ever eaten!"

"I'm so glad you enjoyed!" Carlo pulled a bill cover from behind him and said, "I'll be your cashier."

The realization of the moment hit Amanda first. Her purse was sitting on the coffee table in her new house and Sylvia's was on the couch! When they went into the library, and emerged here, they didn't have anything in their hands at all! "Oh crap," she said to Sylvia.

"What?"

"Neither one of us has a purse!"

Sylvia, still enjoying a small buzz from her half of the 1.5 liter bottle of wine said, "Perhaps I know how we can pay!"

"I'm not washing dishes!" 

Carlo approached and asked, "Is there a problem with the bill?"

Sylvia was the first to speak, "Uh, well, yes and no. The bill is totaled correctly as far as I can tell. But, we just discovered that neither of us have our purses."

Carlo ran his hand through his shoulder length dark hair, "Oh no."

"But we have an idea," Amanda offered.

Carlo took a chair from another table and turned it around and sat on it, "Beautiful ladies, tell me what your idea is," he said.

Sylvia ran her long manicured finger down her chest and between her breasts and said, "You can have both of us for the night to do whatever you'd want us to do to you or each other."

Without giving it a second thought, Carlo said, "Done!" He got up from his chair and went to the maitre'd and whispered in his ear and reached into his pocket and produced some bills and paid the girls bill. He quickly untied his servers apron and stepped behind an enclosure to the side of the maitre'd and emerged with a brown leather jacket. He motioned to the girls to follow him.

Amanda stopped after taking three steps. Her eyebrows raised high on her head and her bright blue eyes opened wide. As if on cue, Sylvia did the same thing and turned to face her friend and asked her, "Did what happen to me, happen to you, like all of a sudden?"

Amanda pursed her lips together in a small smile and shook her head quickly and took a brief look around and on the floor. What she wondered about wasn't there or anywhere else around them to be seen. They started to walk toward the exit again wondering what other surprises the night might bring for them. Unknown to anyone else in the restaurant was that they both noticed that their panties had vanished from under their dresses at the same time!

Sylvia waited for her friend to catch up and said, "I like the commando look on you! It seems to be an ongoing theme for you today!"

"Oh shut up. . ." Amanda said and giggled. 

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Detective Clark was a thin man, not very muscular, not even a gorgeous hunk of manhood, but he was incredibly smart, and incredibly nice to her. His beautiful and shapely working partner had started having feelings for him soon after his divorce was final almost a year ago. Detective Jones thought getting his attention would be easy, but he maintained his professional attitude most of the time, and only let it slip for her every once in a while. So, she was going to have to be the one to make the first move, and this secluded spot, was just perfect to do just that!

LaShay had moved the center armrest of the front seat up and out of the way and they met in the middle of the front seat. Their tongues intertwined, and the passion mounted as she straddled his lap. He grabbed her ass and felt it tense and release as she grinded on top of his hardening crotch.

"You know," he said as she released his lower lip from a rather seductive nibble, "there is probably a better time and place for this?"

Her breathing had increased and she looked square into his eyes and said, "A better place? Yeah, but I can't think of a better time!" LaShay planted her lips back onto his and reached down to unzip his cock under her crotch.

"Unit 79, check in," the police radio announced.

"Oh crap!" LaShay said.

Clark grabbed the microphone off the dashboard and said, "79."

"The lieutenant has been trying to reach you on your cell," the dispatcher said.

"10-4. I'll call him right now."

"Unit 79, what's your 20?"

"We're near 110 Oceandrift Court," he answered.

"10-4, 110 Oceandrift Court."

"79," he laid the microphone from the cars police radio back on top of the dashboard and looked back into the dark and seductive bedroom eyes of the woman who had a firm grip and was stroking his hard dick and was still sitting on his lap.

"Back to the old grind, eh?" she asked.

"Not the grind I'd been getting! Wanna put a bookmark in this and continue later on?" 

She kissed him again and continued stroking his cock, "Later on, or any time you want." She released her grip on his manhood and climbed off his lap and sat in the passenger seat. He reached into his shirt pocket and pressed the #2 button and held it until the call went through. LaShay had noticed he hadn't put himself away yet.

His commander answered and he said, "Clark, here. You were trying to call?"

"Any action over there yet?"

Expressing a smile he said, "Yeah! More than we hoped for! We have a whole roll shot of Ms. Michelsen, her car and a friend of hers, and her friends vehicle."

"But you're still there?"

"There was nothing else going on as far as we could tell, so we thought we'd blow off the other roll if the opportunity comes up."

"All right. Clark, do you have those files handy, both of them?"

"Uh, yeah, hold on," he paused. "LaShay can you hand me that file, and the other one too?"

She turned around and grabbed both files on the dashboard and handed them to him.

"Okay Sir, I have them."

"I've got something strange for you to add to both files."

"Okay, I'm listening."

"You have the file for Robert and Vanessa Garvey as well as the one for Mark Waters of 110 Oceandrift Court, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Check the address on the Garvey file."

"Huh! 110 Oceanview Court! Hey wait a minute! When they put all the sailboat docks and piers out here about seven or eight years ago, didn't they change the name of the street from Oceanview to Oceandrift?" he asked his lieutenant.

"You got it! Same house, same disappearance, same everything!"

"Coincidence?"

"I think it's our job to figure that out, don't you?"

"Yeah. Thanks for the update? Anything else?"

"When are you planning on coming back?" 

"I thought we'd give it another hour or two," Clark said.

"Why?"

"To see if they go anywhere!"

"Okay, makes sense. Talk to you later."

Clark ended the call and looked at his new friend 'with benefits'! LaShay didn't say a word, but only looked at his thick cock and within seconds she found her way onto the floor board of the police vehicle and began worshipping Clark's organ like he was a Greek god. 

She took his throbbing love-stick in her mouth and serviced him like she was a paid professional! She licked the head of his penis, and concentrated on the sensitive spot underneath the head, where it meets the shaft. She then took him fully into her mouth, and moved her head all the way down and up again, then back down, swallowing his entire length. When she was all the way down she fought not to gag, and moved all the way back to the tip, then repeated it multiple times.

She continued to go up and down, until she felt him about to cum; then she stopped and licked her way down to his balls, and took them both in her mouth and stroked his cock with her small hand. She went back to licking the head of his penis and his tender spot underneath again until he let out a groan and thrust his hips upward, forcing her again to fight with her gag reflex as he spewed his chunky load in her mouth, with some coming out onto her lips and chin.

She counted 15 discernible twitches in his cock before his hips lowered back to the car seat and removed his cock from her mouth. LaShay continued smiling and looked into his face while she licked his dick clean. The few trails of cum that didn't make it into her mouth and down her throat had landed on her cheeks, nose and lips. She wiped them all into her mouth using her fingers. His eyes opened and looked down at her. She still smiled, used the back of her hand to clean off the remnants of his cum from her face and climbed back into the passenger seat. She leaned over and kissed him again and said, "I want you to come to my place tonight."

"I haven't had a cum like that since long before I was divorced!"

"You mean, you haven't even pumped the rocket once since then?"

"Nah! Who has time?"

"Every time I'm in the shower I let that massage head do what I paid for it to do!" she said. "No wonder you gave me a years worth of your special brand of protein shake!" She smiled at him and kissed him again. 

He zipped his pants up and moved back into the drivers seat. His shoulders slumped and he turned to her and said, "Thanks. I didn't really know how much I needed that until it started to happen."

"Any complaints?"

"Oh, hell no! But you know this can't get out to anyone."

"I figured as much. But with how much we hang around each other, whether we're off duty or on, no one will think differently."

"You might have a point there." He settled back in his seat, zipped his pants and fastened his seat belt but stopped before he had it latched. "I forgot to tell you. You had me a bit distracted after I got off the phone. Our two files have a common thread."

"They do?"

"Same house. Back before they developed this waterfront, this street had a different name. Both the Garvey and Waters disappearances come from that same house."



The Library Ch. 29



Chapter Twenty-Nine

Carlo waited for the two sexy girls to come out of the restaurant. As they approached he opened the passenger door on his Alfa Romeo and the two beauties thanked him as they got in. "Ladies, I do believe, you are my take out dinner for the night!" He closed their door and moved around to the drivers side.

The drive to his home, was nearly impossible for the girls to keep track of because of the twists and turns on the narrow streets. The large amounts of wine at dinner didn't help either, but the warm night and the exhilarating views kept them busy as they held on as Carlo drove them to their destination. He got out and opened a garage door and walked further inside. He pushed a button near the back of the old building and light glowed from a single bulb that hung from a strand of wire in the center of the garage. He returned and drove the twelve feet from where the car was to make its final resting place for the night.

Amanda and Sylvia both got out of the little sports car and each took one of Carlo's arms as he led them out the back door of the garage. He paused and turned off the light and regained the arms of the ladies and proceeded up the stairs to a room above his garage. The door wasn't locked, it opened as he turned the knob. The inside was dark and gave no hint to what might be waiting. He invited the girls inside and once the door was closed pressed another button on the wall, and a set of lamps on night stands, lit the room. In the center of the room was a large bed. A small kitchen was near the far side of it and the bathroom was behind a small door beyond the foot of the bed which actually was just to the right of the rooms entrance door.

Amanda excused herself to the bathroom while Sylvia followed Carlo into the kitchen. He pulled a bottle off the small wine rack that was set on the counter-top, "How about a little red wine from a local winery?" he asked. Carlo pulled three glasses out of the tiny cupboard and started to open the wine bottle, but never got it all the way open.

Sylvia watched his every move and came up from behind him and ran her hands up his broad and strong back and around his thin waist. She let go and he turned to face her. He gazed into her dark eyes and admired her beautiful, small face. His strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her close to him and opened his mouth to kissed her.

She returned his kiss and wrestled with his tongue as he probed her mouth. The focal point of his, was what everyone who enjoyed kissing her was, that barbell she had mounted in the hole of her tongue. Her hands made their way down to his butt. She felt the firmness and muscled strength he had hidden there.

His hands found their way up and under to her small breasts and was feeling her warm, bare flesh. His hand roamed down her front and felt her wet pussy. His other hand clinching her butt cheek to keep her close to him. Sylvia let out a gasp as her love button was found by his probing fingers.

They both heard the approach of Amanda as her heels click-clacked on the hardwood floor and into the kitchen. She approached them and immediately got into the embrace and began kissing Carlo and Sylvia. After only a few moments of that she knelt to the side of them and unzipped Carlo's fly and pulled out his uncircumcised cock, another new experience for her! She stroked it with her hand and with the other hand carefully extracted both of his testicles from his pants. They were met with a subtle lick and then a brief suck on the lower side of his scrotum. She continued her relentless stroking, and felt him get harder with each stroke until he was fully erect. She stopped kissing and licking his ball sack and began sucking on the head of his cock.

Carlo was still busy feeling Sylvia up, but dropped his right hand to the top of Amanda's head. He felt her soft hair under his palm and guided her mouth deeper onto his penis. This was better than he could have imagined! The gorgeous blonde headed girl sucking his cock, and his tongue was making small traces on the neck of the beautiful dark haired one.

Sylvia reached down with her left hand and felt his cock as it went in and out of her friends mouth. This lubricated her pussy faster than it was before. Carlo was a man who knew instinctively how to kiss, nuzzle and suck on a woman's neck, and she was enjoying every second of it. When it stopped she felt him take one of her nipples into his mouth.

Amanda decided he was hard enough, and reached up and undid his slacks and took them and his shoes off. His hard cock stood proudly as it bounced in front of her mouth. She reached up and pulled the gold trimmed white dress off of her friend. Carlo released his oral fixation on her breast as he realized what was going to happen next. Sylvia turned around and put her butt up against his raging hard on. Amanda guided his saliva slickened cock between the large labia lips of her friends pussy. Her friend inhaled as his cock made its way deep inside of her. Amanda positioned herself in a delicate spot, she was underneath her friend, between her legs and able to see Carlo's balls bounce off of her friends clit with each thrust.

She tried to get into the position where she could lick her friends clit and on occasion pull his cock out and suck on it or his balls every once in a while, but the angle she was at just wasn't working for her, so she reached up and rubbed her friends clit for her and let her tongue play with his balls. She eventually slid over and got between his legs and started working her tongue over and into his asshole.

Carlo slowed down his powerful thrusts when he decided he liked what she was doing to his butt hole! She didn't keep up with it very long, but reached over and pulled his cock out of her friends pussy. She stroked it with her sexy hand and repositioned her head to lick the slot it came out of on her friend. Sylvia, continued to arch her back and push backward with the continued attention. Finally, Amanda turned her full attention to his cock and polished it up for him, and enjoyed the mingled flavors of him and especially Sylvia's pussy! She looked up at him and said, "My turn!" with a smile.

The threesome made their way into the well lit front room. Amanda was the last to shed her clothing. Carlo made himself comfortable in the middle of the bed and Amanda first straddled him where she could look into his face, but before she could feel his cock slide into her, Sylvia announced, "Turn around, I can lick both of you better if you're facing away from him!"

So she got up and turned around on him. Sylvia grabbed his cock and sucked and licked it from top to bottom, even deep throating him a couple of times while tickling his balls with her long nails. He grunted each time she took him deep. When the time was right she took hold of it and made the proper aim to Amanda's bare pussy and spread her pussy lips with her tongue and let her slide down onto his very erect cock! Amanda's penetration hiss was loud and filled the room. Both girls would agree later that the guys cock felt very good!

Amanda planted her heel clad feet in front of her and to the outside of his legs and leaned back. Carlo grabbed her waist and began easing her up and down on his engorgement. She moved slowly at first. He was certain this girl felt tighter to him than the dark haired girl. She moved her hips and caused unbelievable pressure on his manhood. The kegel muscles inside her pussy grabbed him as she lifted off of him and released him as he submerged back inside of her. The dark haired girl was far more vocal than the blonde one, and could take a harder fucking than this one, but this one was fucking him like he was a long lost lover! She was slow and sensuous in her movement, with a cat like growl along with the occasional yelp!

Carlo heard the dark haired girl encouraging him to fuck her friend harder. He could feel her pierced tongue running up and down his cock and balls when her beautiful blonde friend wasn't completely impaled by him. Finally the blonde girl couldn't continue in that position any longer and bent over doggy style over her dark haired friend. Carlo knelt on the bed and made his way up behind the beautiful blonde. Her tan lines betrayed how fair her skin was as his dark Mediterranean tanned cock started to make its approach to her tight and wet pussy.

The dark haired girl, he noticed, had gotten into a '69' position with her friend and they were licking and sucking on each others pussy! He grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it up and down on the blonde girls opening. The dark haired girl grabbed his cock and sucked on it from underneath, Carlo thought she had an amazing mouth as well! And in one thrust, he was back into the gripping wetness of the blonde! She felt even tighter in this position! Her body moved on his cock like a continual wave, the kegels were grabbing his cock even harder this time! He eventually just knelt there, without moving and let the blonde fuck him. He would occasionally feel his testicles be sucked on or his ass being played with and occasionally licked, he thought that was an incredibly strange sensation when the pierced tongue was involved!

The blonde was beginning to buck harder on him, her body was showing signs that she was approaching her climax. She had stopped licking her friends clit and got up on her arms and continued to ride his cock harder and faster. If he could see her face, he would have seen Amanda's eye squeezed tightly shut and her mouth open in a stressed oval shape! She flung her long blonde mane back. Carlo grabbed her hair and began to fuck her again, meeting her thrust with his thrust! A second later he felt her pussy become locked onto his cock as its firm grip became unending! The blond let out a sound that he could only describe as a wild howl, and then he felt the front of his body get soaked in a flood he could not escape from. He tried to push into the girl, he didn't have much room, but he knew he couldn't pull out at that moment, but all that did was make her arm and leg muscles flex even firmer and was met by a series of more incredibly warm squirts! Then finally after an incredibly erotic moment in time, she released her internal grip on his cock and slid off of him!

The first thing he said was to Sylvia, "Are you okay down there?" he wondered!

She was giggling and said, "I forgot how this girl cums! You need scuba equipment if you're ever down here!"

He laughed with the girl and patted the post-orgasmic blonde on her shapely butt and said, "Are you okay too?"

Amanda said in a dreamy voice, "There was a guy who used to put on shows where the people would bring big sheets of plastic if they sat in the front rows. I saw one of those old shows on cable, and he'd hammer on watermelon and get people with squirt guns. . . . I just wonder if I need to hand out warning cards to those who fuck me?" and the three broke out into small laughter.

Amanda climbed off the top of Sylvia and kissed Carlo. The kiss was interrupted by Sylvia running her tongue over Amanda's supersensitive clit, "Excuse me? I'd say I deserve some of that too! I helped!" Sylvia complained.

Amanda briefly kissed Carlo again and then went down to kiss and tongue wrestle with her friend. Carlo took the initiative to come around and take Sylvia in the missionary position. He raised her legs and grabbed hold of the spike heel of both of her shoes. Her pussy, while mostly being shaved off, not bald, like her blonde friend. Sylvia had left a small postage stamp sized spot of short pubic hair well above her clit. He bent her sexy legs at the knee and then thrust his cock inside the dark haired beauty.

Her head came off the mattress and promptly settled back down onto it. "Oh, fuck yeah!" she said. The small of her back lifted off the bed and provided the superb angle to get her clit being rubbed by the cock going in and out of her. He went slow at first and steadily increased the pace as he hammered her pussy.

Amanda reached over and rubbed Sylvia's pussy with her manicured fingers, being careful not to jab her or Carlo with the length of her nails. As his hammering increased, Amanda took her attention off of Sylvia's clit and used both hands to hold her friends pussy open. Sylvia's reaction to that was a string of profane words encouraging Carlo to fuck her open pussy harder and faster! Sylvia eventually snaked a hand up to Amanda's pierced nipples and her right hand down to her own pierced clit.

Carlo was finally starting to break a sweat. His orgasm was on the way, but he could put it off just a bit longer. He must have the dark haired girl cum on his cock! He would be ashamed of himself if this wonderful opportunity wasn't realized! And finally, the hoots and yelps were met by the beautiful and small face of the dark haired girl twisting into contortions as she met her orgasm head on! Her body contorted. She took deep, sudden breaths, and held them for long seconds. At one point she slammed her left hand, palm down, onto the mattress and grabbed a blanket and twisted it in her grip as she felt the waves of pleasure run their course through her. The long stretched out, "Good God!" she screamed throughout. Finally her breathing became more regular and the flexed muscles in her legs, chest, stomach and arms relaxed. There was no geyser as the blond girl emitted. Just a good old fashioned screaming and muscle tightening orgasm.

Carlo pulled out of her and stood by the side of the bed. He felt wonderful, but it was his turn to blow. He motioned for both of the girls to come to him. The blonde took the left side of his cock and the brunette took the right side. They both ran their tongues and lips up and down his shaft. Then as one continued doing that, the other would suck the head of his cock, bobbing up and down the entire length at times. When that happened, the other would start licking and sucking his balls. Finally after only a few minutes of that, the dark haired girl sucked him down and was met by a firm blast of semen into her mouth as she pulled away. The blonde leaned up into the firing line and sucked his cock the rest of the way. He couldn't believe the amount of pressure she could suck with her sexy mouth and he finished firing his salvos in her mouth.

When he was done, she wanted to lick the head of his cock with her cum puddled tongue, but the head of his dick was too sensitive for that, so instead she went to the dark haired girl and started kissing her. They shared his load between each other and licked the drops that escaped off of each others lips, chin and breasts.

"Thank you for dinner Carlo!" Amanda said first.

"And dessert was particularly awesome as well!" Sylvia offered.

In an accent that was quickly returning, Carlo stood and went into his kitchen and brought out the still unopened bottle of red wine. "Girls, it was my pleasure to buy your dinners and invite you home with me. I'd like to offer you this bottle to take with you. I know you're visitors here, but there is a man who would appreciate having it very much, so why don't you take it to him!"

Amanda stood and approached Carlo, "What man, Carlo?" she said cautiously.

"A man, who is waiting for you." Carlo looked around Amanda to Sylvia and continued, "I'm sorry beautiful dark haired girl, but he didn't leave a gift for you. I wish there is something I could give you, but I think it might complicate things." He looked back to Amanda, "You understand, don't you?"

Amanda nodded her head up and down.

"Be well my beautiful friends, you will always be remembered by me."

The last word was spoken to them and immediately the studio's living space darkened and was replaced by the snapping on of lights in the library! Both girls sucked in air as they became familiar again with their original surroundings, back in their original clothes, and still wearing their shoes. The libraries copy of Sicilian and Italian Dining lay sprawled open on the floor between them.

Sylvia said, "Oh fuck me! This is really spooky!"

"Sorry, I'm a little fucked out to be honest! But the spooky part? Yeah! I happen to agree, but I'm getting a little more used to it each time I go through!" She held up her hand that was holding the bottle of wine.

"Want to open it up?" Sylvia asked.

Amanda laughed and said, "No, I'm going to put it into a box with the tie. Sometime soon I'm going to have to have all this stuff together and bring it to Mark, if I can ever find him."

Sylvia said, "I have to sit down." Amanda pointed to the desk and chair and offered it. Sylvia made her way over too it, scooting a fallen book on the floor under the desk leg and got comfortable in the deep cushion. She looked around and said, "What's next?"

"Me, I'm going to go change the sheets on the bed and take a nap! I need one!"

Sylvia said, "Me too, mind if I tuck in close?"

Amanda grinned and nodded her head towards the stairs and the door and said, "Let's get out of here for now! You'll get used to this. It's my third trip and 'three time's the charm' they say."

"Very strange, very strange," Sylvia said as they both climbed the stairs to the main part of the house.



The Library Ch. 30-31



Chapter Thirty

Both girls were exhausted from the experience and journey to Sicily and back. Amanda rolled onto her side and looked at herself in the closet door mirror. "I wonder if we run into Carlo walking down the street, if he'll know us, or is he just a character in a book manufactured somehow by the library?" she said aloud.

Sylvia moved behind her and spooned her naked body to her friends and put her hand on her friends hip, "I have no idea." She resettled her head on her pillow and said, "Whatever it was, the food was real because I'm still not hungry, and I'm still feeling the effects of the wine."

"Well, we both know it wasn't a dream. We were in Sicily. My pussy is sore from all the sex lately, both in and out of the library. The sights we saw on the way from the restaurant to his apartment are things I've not ever seen before, and the strange way the words blurred into something readable for me isn't quite a normal occurrence for me outside of the library either, how about you?"

"Nope, not normal for me! So either we were speaking Italian fluently or we made everyone speak English. I'm betting we were speaking Italian."

Amanda moved her hand under the cover and slightly behind her began lightly stroking the hip of her friend laying behind her, "The book we were in said the restaurant was real. So, that isn't a question."

"Hey, how did you know what to order?"

"I have no idea!" 

"You're no help! It was good, whatever it was, do you remember what it was?"

Amanda thought for a second and forced the words to her lips, "Arancini Ai Gamberetti is what we had first and dinner was Farsumagru. The wine was Nero D'Avola."

"When did you become a wine expert?"

"Sylvia, I've never heard of any of those things before! It's like those words were planted in my brain!"

"Are you sure that you just didn't pick something off of the menu?"

Amanda rolled over onto her back and looked at the ceiling, "Then why did it come out in foreign words?"

"Oh! Good point!"

"What is it that's down there Sylvia?"

"A time machine?"

"That and more."

Sylvia said, "Let's get some rest and go try it again when we get up, this time we don't wear shoes and see what happens. You said that you always have the same footwear."

"Any idea what kind of destination this time?"

"How about an amusement park?"

Amanda nodded with her head on her pillow, "That could be interesting, considering I'm supposed to sexually 'please someone and be pleased.' "

"The next thing we need to find out is, the time factor."

"Huh?"

Sylvia continued, "You know, if we're gone for an hour, does an hour elapse on this side of the library."

"Oh! I think it does."

"Then maybe I'd better call work and take a few days off, unless you want to do this stuff on your own."

Amanda gave Sylvia her million dollar smile and said in a singsong manner, "I'm already on vacation and you're not!"

"I will be in a few minutes," and Sylvia flipped the covers off of herself and got out of bed. She didn't bother to put a robe on and walked out of the bedroom naked and into the front room where she retrieved her cell phone and placed her call to the station.

Amanda could hear her talking in the front room and right around five minutes later she came padding back into the bedroom all smiles and sang back to Amanda, "I'm on vacation too!"

Amanda's million dollar smile flashed again and said, "Do you have any idea how freaky this whole thing is? I mean think about this! How is this happening?"

Sylvia pulled the covers up and said to her friend, "I'm too tired to go there, let's go to sleep."

Chapter Thirty-One

Detectives Clark and Jones reported to work the next morning and found a stack of files and paper in the center of their desks with a note from the lieutenant, "See me first thing!"

Clark grabbed the note and headed, with his partner, to the office of their boss. Clark gave a tap on the glass of the lieutenant's door and saw him wave for both of them to enter. "What's up boss?"

"Sit down, both of you."

The pair looked at each other and raised their eyebrows at each other and did as they were directed. Detective Jones asked, "Trouble?"

"No, not for you guys. News is probably what I'd call it."

"Go on," Clark said patiently.

"Did either of you see the stack of paperwork on your desks?"

They both nodded and Clark said, "Yeah, we put a request in for records last night before we clocked out."

"I had to pull a double shift last night," the Lieutenant said. "I got to watch that stack slowly grow into the mountain that it became. Brief me on what you know."

Clark, being the senior detective figured it was his job to fill their superior in to what they had in regards to the three missing persons making up two separate cases. Admittedly, it wasn't much.

The Lieutenant said, "You have a lot more than that now! It was slow last night, so I started going through the stack and seeing what you were getting. Guys, you have a property that seems to have a real rich and deep history."

Jones looked at Clark and then back to her boss, "I don't understand. I thought this was just a coincidence."

"That property was the site of a high-tech, at the time, experiment in sea water power conversion back when the Navy had it during the last world war. Back in the late 60's the government closed the facility and tore it down and sold the plots for housing, like we see it now.

"Sometime in the 80's the waterfront there was converted to sailing vessel parking for the celebrities and the well-to-do. According to the records, part of that same house is sitting on the former foundation of the research facility."

Both of the detectives were nodding as this info was fed to them. Eventually, Jones had pulled out her notepad and was jotting things down that seemed of interest to her.

The Lieutenant continued, "Now, not much info is available about why the Navy was so interested in sea water conversion, but here's an interesting fact of the matter. I sent a request for a memo from the power company asking about the energy usage of that particular house, I got it about an hour ago, and found it's almost nothing compared with the other houses in the neighborhood. When I say almost nothing, I mean in the past, the power company was buying the excess energy that house produced.

"Now, in later years, since everyone has computers, and TV's in each room, the energy draw from that house has evened out and even gone to something of a monthly bill. But the Waters monthly payment was at best two bucks! The Garvey's bill was right about flatline. But guess what?"

Both detectives shrugged their shoulders and said almost simultaneously, "What?"

"We have a fourth missing person from the same location. This guy was a hotshot computer programmer back when the home computer boom began back in the early 80's. He was the third owner of the property after it was built. Prior to him, the power company issued his account a credit or a check for several hundred dollars a month."

"In 70's and 80's dollars that's a lot of energy for them to be buying!" Clark said. 

The Lieutenant nodded and said, "That's right! Get this, that house powered the whole neighborhood until this computer whiz named, let's see," a paper was taken off the desk so it could be read, "Randy Mara, yeah that's what it was Randall E. Mara bought the house, and within six weeks the surplus energy stopped happening."

"How long before he went missing," Jones asked.

Another glance at the paper and the Lieutenant said, "Looks like right around a year and a month, March of 1982. In that time, he went from earning decent wages to being a multimillionaire. The Garvey's, when they moved in around July of '86, had the same type of income, but when they went missing, they were super wealthy as well, and they were in the house for quite a few years, it was almost close to twenty years they were there. The Waters guy, he didn't have the luck the others had, he got rich after he disappeared."

Clark sat back in his chair and gave his boss a stunned look, "This is really bizarre! Where's all the money from these previous people? We know where the Waters money went, but what about the others?"

"Mara was unmarried, didn't have a girlfriend, and his will left everything he had to his surviving family, split evenly. They all walked away like lottery winners. The Garvey's money is mostly still sitting in trust. They willed a lot of it to their family and to this oddball enterprise that gets a subsidy from the trust annually. Those funds are electronically diverted into a Swiss bank, and we have no idea what happens after that."

Jones stood up and said, "Whoa, no ones followed up on that? That could be our missing person or people!"

Her boss looked at her and shrugged, "We don't have access to numbered account information, but I'm betting my bank account that you're right."

Clark said, "Any tax issues for any of these guys?"

"Not that I saw."

Clark took a deep sigh, "Something in that house makes people rich and then want to disappear." He looked up at his partner and his boss and shook his head as he spoke, "I think that's what we have here! That's my gut feeling."

"You think they're all alive?" Jones asked.

"I'm not too sure of the Waters guy, but the other ones, got rich and then flew the coop. Waters didn't. The builders of that house seemed to have tapped into a leftover energy supply from whatever 'reactor' or 'turbine' the Navy was using as an energy generator. Mara's the third owner, hey what happened to the first two owners?"

The Lieutenant said, "Standard everyday real estate transaction. They lived there for a few years and moved, both of them."

"Okay, so this Mara guy gets the house, sees the house payment being paid by the power company, and modifies the house somehow to what? Use that energy? Use it how? He stopped getting his house payment made. So it had to be worth it for him to use that energy in some other way! And that way made him a million bucks."

"Steve, it also made the Garvey's money and Waters money. So it's the gift that keeps on giving," Jones summarized.

"How does this new girl fit in?" Clark asked.

"I'm guessing she's going to go missing too in a short time," his boss said.

"I think she's prime to be our next victim too. I mean, it continues to happen. Each owner since Mara has eventually gone shadow on us. What do we do? Warn her? What?" Jones asked.

"Boss, I don't think the Navy stuff is that important. I think we all agree that the house has a free ride on the energy they developed there. But what do we know about Mara? He seems to be the key to this whole thing. What kind of programming could he have done back in the early days of the home computer craze?" Clark paused for a second and asked, "Does he have any surviving relatives? They've got to be able to tell us something about him that we don't know already."

The Lieutenant stretched and yawned and said, "I'm heading home, it's been a long shift. As for the relatives, that paperwork in there must have something. Keep me informed if anything happens."

LaShay Jones nodded and said, "You got it boss. Thanks for all this, you saved us a days worth of work here!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I was glad to help. See you tomorrow."

They watched their boss leave the small offices the detectives unit uses for the Driftwood Police Department. After seeing the door close, the two attacked the stack of paperwork after agreeing to a sorting system for all of the information they had piled on their desk and got to work making sense of the data. Two hours later, they had a list of known relatives of Randall E. Mara still living in the Driftwood area, a whole three of them, which they both thought was a gold mine!

The huge elephant in the room with them was completely ignored while they went about their business, that elephant being the night they had spent in each others arms, naked in bed together and the night of passion they shared there.



The Library Ch. 32



Chapter Thirty-Two

Sylvia woke that Wednesday morning after hearing a loud crash from the kitchen. "You okay out there?" There was silence. After waiting a few more moments she quickly slipped out from under the covers and moved toward where the sound may have come from. She rounded the corner into the living room and looked across the dinette bar and into the kitchen. She quickly hurried to the bar and looked over the top of the counter and saw Amanda, picking up the large pieces to a mixing bowl that had crashed onto the floor, "You okay?"

Amanda unaware that her friend moved as stealthily as a cat preying on a mouse nearly dropped all the large pieces as the sound of Sylvia's voice gave her a start! "Oh my gosh! You scared me!" she said.

"I hear a crash, and you don't answer, and I scared you? Give me break! Now are you or are you not okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm sorry, I didn't hear you say anything, and I certainly didn't know you could levitate in here from the bedroom! I went to grab this bowl and it slipped out of my fingers."

"Where's the broom? I'll go get it," Sylvia offered.

Amanda smiled and looked at her dark haired friend, "I have no idea! Check out in the garage, that'd be where I'd start. Knowing Mark, that's where he'd put it."

Sylvia, again in stealth mode flitted away and emerged with a dust pan and broom. "Would it help if I went and got your slippers for you? There's got to be some glass shards around your feet."

"Patent pumps at the foot of the bed is all I have here today!"

"I'll be right back."

Amanda began brooming away from her general vicinity to spare the chance of collecting glass shards in her feet. Sylvia emerged again, this time with a robe on and wearing her own heels. She was a lot less quiet this way. Amanda received her pumps and checked the bottom of each foot, even giving them a light brush off before putting each shoe on. She continued to broom the entire kitchen floor to gather as much broken glass into one pile as the broom could collect.

Sylvia broke the silence, "So what were you going to do with the bowl?"

"I wanted pancakes, so I thought I'd make us some."

"How are you feeling?"

"Huh! Funny you ask," Amanda said. "Have you ever seen a hypnotist show where he tells someone that they are going to have the best nights sleep that night they've ever had?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Well, I slept like a log! And I woke up famished!"

"You know, come to think about it, me too!" Sylvia said.

Amanda said, "Part of the mystery? Or just recovering from all the exercise?"

"I think with this thing downstairs, it's more like 'Sexercise,' ya know?" The two young ladies shared a giggle from the little joke. "Okay, so what's the deal with the shoes?"

"I don't have any idea! Whoever it was that designed this thing probably had a shoe fetish!" she rolled her eyes. She looked up at her friend saying, "No doubt it was a guy." She finished sweeping up the glass, and found the trash can under the sink and emptied the shards into it, "You sure it's gonna to be an amusement park today?"

"Is there a better idea?" Sylvia asked.

"No, but I'm curious where and how the 'fun' is going to make itself known!"

"More for the mystery!" Sylvia added.

"When do you want to go?"

"How about I jump into the shower, you make breakfast, then I'll go find a book that has what we have in mind."

"Planning to travel on your own?" Amanda asked.

"No way! That is a step I'm a long way away in making!"

"Why? I could honestly do with a day off!"

Sylvia pouted and said, "Amanda, don't you know, you're the life of this party!"

"Oh, go take a shower, and find a book!" Amanda said in a good natured tone. 

"So you'll go?"

"Of course, but I might need a wheel chair and sutures when we're done."

"Why the sutures?"

"Because if I keep going at this pace my pussy is going to be huge! I think whoever designed that thing also has a thing about big dicks too!"

Sylvia winked at her and said, "Then it'd probably be worth every bit of the journey!"

"Go!" Amanda demanded.

Sylvia turned and click-clacked in her heels across the small area of tile on the living room side of the dinette bar and turned and said, "Look!".

Amanda looked up from inside the kitchen and saw her friend open her robe and flash her from near the hallway, "You're a bit frisky today," Amanda called to her friend as Sylvia walked down the hallway and into the master bedroom. There was no audible answer as far as she could tell.

"I'm going downstairs before I shower, okay?" Sylvia called to her friend.

"Just be careful down there!"

Sylvia closed the main door to the master bedrooms bathroom and found the door to the basement in it's concealed place in the wall and opened it. The lights clicked on as usual and she proceeded down the steps. She noticed a number of books that were laying on the floor, and stepped around them as she went through the different aisles. She noticed that the air in the basement library was cool, but not damp like a typical basement would be. She thought that being so close to the waters edge, the builders of the home would have installed an excellent moisture prevention system, and it was still working!

She went around the back of a bookcase and proceeded around the corner and into the next aisle when she saw something on the shelf that seemed out of place. There at eye level, was a book that had a large red ribbon between the pages. On the spine of the book, the title read, Eyes In The Dark, and a chill went up her spine, "That's a creepy title" she said out loud to herself. She pulled it off the shelf and the book was heavier than she anticipated and it fell open on the floor. She bent over to pick it up and inadvertently started to read some of the words on the page when. . .

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. . . Amanda heard the library door slam shut and for the first time heard a loud click and a whine followed by an electronic hum begin and fade away. She realized that Sylvia had made a journey without her! She was fine with that, "Have fun!" she said out loud. She went back to making pancakes for her and Sylvia when she returned.



The Library Ch. 33



Chapter Thirty-Three

. . . Sylvia noticed the library vanish around her and she found herself pressed up against the outside of a building. There were large bushes and trees around her, and it was either a complete eclipse or it was night time! She examined her outfit, and found she was in a black jumpsuit. Almost a cat suit, it fit so well on her. Complete with a black knit cap, black gloves and of course black high heeled black patent leather boots, "That's something new!" she said to herself. Amanda had told her that each time something had happened in the library, she always found herself wearing the same shoes she had on previously, but that wasn't the case this time.

Again, she took stock of her situation, and Sylvia noticed that a light was turned on in a window just above her head. She stood up slightly and peered around the corner and into the newly lit room. The curtain was closed, but the corner was open just enough for her to see the inside of the room. 

A pretty college-aged girl, plopped a book bag onto the desk a few strides after coming inside the room. A young man then came into the room behind her and said something. The girl gave a wide toothy grin, still facing away from the young man and said something back to him. She walked to the curtain and without opening them reached inside and opened the window halfway. Sylvia was scared she'd be seen and ducked down as the window lifted open above her.

She heard the girl say, "And you think that since I'm your tutor for chemistry, you need to tutor me on biology?"

"Well, I didn't say that!" the young man tried to explain. "I did say, maybe I can help you in phys-ed." He paused a split second and continued, "I mean you do sound like you're confused between the two, and I can certainly assist in helping you understand the difference."

"Stow it," she said. "We have work to do, and I have a boyfriend, who isn't thrilled about this situation to begin with."

"Ah! So you're thinking about it. I'm telling you Sherry, I'm not gonna tell him anything, and I sincerely doubt you're gonna tell him anything, and I know you're one of the hottest girls on campus," he said.

She shifted her hips to one side and put one hand on each of them and said, "You think so?"

He moved a lot closer and put his arms around her and said, "I know so!" then leaned over to the shorter girl and kissed her.

As far as Sylvia could tell, the long straight brunette haired girl was returning the kiss. Her suspicion was confirmed when both of her hands left her hips and went around his neck. The girl, Sherry, was short, Sylvia guessed about five feet tall and had a round pretty face, with dark eyes and a very wide and toothy smile with big pouting lips. She suddenly realized what Eyes In the Dark may be about. . . "Uh-oh, I'm a 'Peeping Tom'!" Sylvia said softly to herself.

That made her wonder how she was going to get out of this situation. Because she knew, from experience, that what Amanda had said was true, to be able to go home, you had to give satisfaction and receive the same before you'd see home again! But as a 'Peeping Tom', that just sounds like a one-way street!

Sylvia looked into the newly opened window again and reached inside to move the curtain for a better glimpse inside. The light breeze had moved them so that her previous vantage point was no longer there. The two inside the room were still standing in practically the same place as before. The young man's t-shirt had come off and revealed a physique that screamed athlete. She could see no body hair on his chest, but his six-pack abs were in full view and his arms were thick and strong with bulging muscles and tattoos. Sherry was running her hands up and down his chest while continuing to lock lips with him.

Sherry felt the young man firmly clutch her buttocks in both hands and she pulled away from him and asked, "Where do you think this is going?"

He continued to feel her firm ass and with a leer said, "I'm thinking the bed over by the window. . ." He nuzzled her neck and began kissing her again.

"But, I've never done that before!" she protested.

"There are first times for everything," he moved to the side of her, never taking his lips off of her neck or lips and scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, closer to where Sylvia could see and hear what was going on.

He laid her on the bed and in a swift motion, removed her top exposing her firm bust. The nipples were small but the teats clearly stood out over half an inch! The young man quickly removed his clothing, exposing his hard and hairless cock and balls.

Sylvia was impressed with his overall package and wanted to join them, but reached down and rubbed her crotch through the cat suit. She thought the girls nipples were enticing, she'd not seen nipples that long before!

The young man grabbed his cock and just using his wrist stroked it in front of Sherry. He moved closer to her and put it between her boobs and told her to press them together for him.

Sherry said, "It's so big! I can't get that into me!"

"First things first Sherry," as he gave small thrusts between her wonderful chest. "Lick the head as it gets close to you."

Sherry stuck out her tongue and began lapping at his cock head each time it approached her mouth. He ran his cock up and down between her tits as her brown eyes looked up into his face. He finally pulled out from between her two mammaries and thrust into her open mouth. She made noises of protest, but he didn't removed his cock from her mouth until a minute or two had passed when he asked her, "Did you say something?"

"Yeah, I said that you're going too deep!"

"What? You've never sucked a cock before either?"

"Ryan, before you, I've never even seen a penis!"

He grabbed his wand and shook it in her face and made a different voice and said, "Hi Sherry, I'm glad to meet you! How about another kiss?"

Sylvia rolled her eyes when she heard the voice and words.

Sherry opened her mouth and again started running her succulent lips up and down Ryan's dick. He said, "Don't just run your mouth over it, suck on it, flick it with your tongue inside your mouth." Sherry did as was instructed and he let out a grunt followed by an, "Oh yeah, that's it baby!"

Ryan reached behind him and slid his hand down her shorts. Her legs parted slightly and he found her hairy pussy under her panties.

His touch made her pop his cock out of her mouth and she took in a gasp of breath. She looked at him and said, "Nobody has ever touched me there!"

Ryan pulled her shorts and panties off and looked at her naked for the first time. His hand went to his cock and subtly stroked it. His other hand went to her pubs and parted the thick mat of hair and found the girls opening. He moved her to the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her and began softly licking her pussy lips.

Sherry ground her hips into the mattress of the bed and made soft gasps for air as she felt the pleasure he was giving her. Once he began licking on her clit, the soft gasps changed to subtle whimpers of, "Oh!" and "Aw, yeah!" At one point she used both of her hands to hold his head in place to keep licking her tender spot. Her feet down and firmly planted on the mattress allowed her short legs to move her butt up and down, riding his face. A short time later she said, "Ohhhhhhhh! What is happening to meeeeeeee!" followed by four to five loud little screams as her body jerked with each scream.

Ryan swiveled her back around where she was fully back on the bed and positioned himself between her legs. His cock in hand, he looked down at the girl who just had, for all he knew, her first orgasm. She was so pretty, he thought. He began to rub his decent sized cock head up and down Sherry's furry pussy lips. Her brown eyes looked at him long and hard. A look of fear, and desire filled that look. When his cock head made contact with her clit, she sucked in a deep breath again. He asked, "Still sensitive?"

All she could do was nod her head and bite her lower lip.

Ryan, released the grip on his cock and it flopped down onto her tangled pubic mound. He reached up and took off each tennis shoe and the socks underneath.

Sherry reached between her legs and used one hand to rub the hard dick rubbing into her pubic forest. She let him remove her shoes and socks, but she continued to move her hips, allowing her aroused pussy to come into contact with his bare cock and balls.

Ryan let the virgin before him play with his cock as he began kissing and licking the toes and arch of both of her feet. There was some foot odor, but nothing he found gross, but as far as he knew, he'd never had a virgin before, and he was going to enjoy this girl!

Sylvia, outside the window kept watching and slowly unzipped her cat suit from the neck down to her pussy mound. She had seen that look on peoples faces before, and she knew lust when she saw it. She couldn't help but begin to reach inside the unzipped part of her jumpsuit and rub her pierced pussy while watching the two college students enjoy each others bodies.

Sherry started moving her hips up and down with a little more rhythm. He began to feel the wet opening to her pussy with a little more frequency as he worshiped the soles of her feet. Finally, she gripped his cock firmly and while still laying flat on the bed, she angled his dick inside of her.

The path inside of her was wet and tight and suddenly, with only a slight hesitation as her hymen broke through, Ryan was all the way inside of her. His hips slowly started pumping in and out of her and she began to give out those short little screams again. A few minutes later the little noises she made indicated her orgasm was again approaching. He looked at the girls sexy little feet and saw the toes curled tightly as she announced to the world, "Ohhhhhhhh! I like this part!" her body began convulsing over and over again. This time it was followed with an, "Oh shit!" or an "Oh yeah!" and a, "Keep fucking me, don't stop!"

Finally it was Ryan's turn. He pulled out of her and spewed his cum all the way up to her chin, over her boobs, tummy and dribbled the last of his orgasm onto her pussy hair. When his load was finished being delivered, he settled back on his haunches, still between her legs and looked up at Sherry and saw a horrified look on her face, "What's wrong?" he asked.

"What just happened to you? Are you okay? What is this stuff?"

Sylvia lost it and couldn't keep herself from giggling as she thought, "Talk about a sheltered girl!"

Sherry sat upright in bed suddenly, feeling the warm ejaculate begin to run down her body, "What was that?"

Ryan heard it too and turned to the window and moved the curtain to the side exposing Sylvia's face. She ducked for cover and proceeded to move out of the bushes and away from the lit window.

Ryan called out the window, "Hey, get the fuck out of here!"

A police officer in his car was parked within the sound of Ryan's voice and saw the dark clad figure of Sylvia running on the sidewalk towards him. He quickly noticed it was a female, because as she ran, her boobs were popping in and out of her dark outfit. He quickly jumped out of his car and was able to stop her. She immediately put her hands up as he demanded. Instructing her to turn around and intertwine the fingers of both hands together, he approached her from behind her and grabbed the three middle fingers of her right hand, temporarily locking the fingers of both hands together. Sylvia heard a snap and a pop, and felt her right hand being brought around behind her back where a handcuff was securely fastened. Next it was her left hand brought behind her and cuffed. She was turned around and finally faced with the detaining officer and placed in the back seat of his police car without being zipped up.

A short time later, Sylvia recognized Ryan and Sherry walking together to the policeman. Ryan told the officer that they had caught her peeping on them having a private moment together, and, yes, they would press charges.

Another police car arrived as the two students gave what details they could to the police officer. In the other car was a uniformed female officer. Sylvia watched as the two officers approached her in the back seat of the car and opened the car door. The female officer said, "Can you step out?"

"I might need a little help," Sylvia said.

The female officer, reached down between Sylvia's armpit and elbow and caught her arm and helped her get out of the police car. The male officer enjoyed the view as the unzipped Sylvia was removed from the car. The female officer asked, "Do you have any identification?"

"No, I'm afraid I don't," Sylvia answered. "Can you tell me where I am and what year this is?"

"What's your name?"

"Sylvia."

"Sylvia what?"

"Because of the extenuating circumstances, I think I'm going to hold off on giving my last name for now."

"Sylvia, can you explain to me why you were hiding in the bushes watching these two people?" the officer asked.

"No I can't."

"Do you deny that you were seen doing this?"

"Am I under arrest?"

"Not unless you can give me a damn good reason why you were someplace peeping on these two people!"

"Then I guess I'm under arrest because I not only don't know why I was there, but I really can't explain how I got there! And, I don't even know where I am or what year this is! Okay?"

The female officer turned Sylvia around and began reading her the Miranda rights and gave her an infield body search. She found nothing on her. Afterwards, she put her in the back seat of her police car. A few minutes passed and the female cop returned and asked her, "Did you put anything in the first car you were in?"

"No."

The first officer, using his flashlight looked around the back seat of his car and came up with a small baggy of a controlled substance. The female officer brought this to Sylvia and said, "Do you recognize this?"

"No, I don't."

"Well, I think you do."

Sylvia's blood began to boil, but clamped it down and said, "Think what you may, but before you ask me anything else, I want a lawyer present."

The female officer closed the door to her car and went and said a few words to the other officer. She returned to her police car and put it in gear, turned off her emergency lights and headed to the county jail with Sylvia handcuffed in the back seat of her car.



The Library Ch. 34



Chapter Thirty-Four

Detective Clark banged on the door to a nice McMansion on the northern most boundary of the city of Driftwood. His partner said, "Why not use the door bell?"

"Ah, didn't see it," so he gave it a push and an audible sound came from inside of the spacious home.

A few moments later and a middle aged gentleman answered the door and asked, "May I help you?"

Both detectives produced badges and identification confirming who they were and announced they were seeking information on Randy Mara.

"I'm sorry, but the terms of his will were that we are not to divulge any information about him or we risk loosing our inheritance," the man reported to the law enforcement team.

They thanked him for his time and turned to walk to their unit. LaShay said, "Three strikes, we're out!"

"Let's talk to the District Attorney on this and find out how the provisions of a will like that can be enforced or maybe even sidestepped," the senior detective said.

LaShay turned and leaned her shapely rear end on the fender of the unit they were using. "Three family members all saying the same things." She looked up in the clear sky and watched a few circling seagulls for a moment. "Steve, I have to admit, I'd protect my small fortune behind a statement like that, but here's what the statistics say. Most inherited wealth is gone within a decade unless it's reinvested wisely."

"Fine, name one investment that you consider wise?"

"110 Oceandrift Court."

"Okay, you got me on that one. So what are you suggesting?"

"Steve, there's another pattern hear, but we aren't seeing it!" she said.

"Okay, the obvious one is we have a house that eats people. People that get rich and suddenly leave with the exception of Mark Waters who left before he got rich," he said to her.

"Right, but there is a smaller pattern too," she explained.

"What?"

"The smaller one is they go in, but when they disappear they haven't come out! All their stuff is left in the house! Everything. The Garvey's left behind everything, Waters too. Even Mara had his belongings distributed evenly to his family."

Clark looked at his partner and asked, "So, you're suggesting they're still in the house somewhere?"

"It's only an idea. We've got nothing else. Mara's family is tight as a clam. Garvey didn't have any that we know of, and Waters just now gave everything to his sweetie! She probably doesn't know squat yet."

"What if she does?" he asked.

"Okay, are you thinking she is going to talk to us?"

"We can ask, right?"

LaShay said, "We might as well try."

****

Sylvia read the sign that pointed the direction to the San Fuentes County Jail, "Where the hell is San Fuentes?" she thought. The police car she was riding in turned right and drove down a driveway into what looked like a basement entryway for police cars. The officer parked the car and Sylvia watched the officer mumble something into the microphone to the police radio in the car before actually turning off the car.

The officer came around and opened the door for Sylvia and again she was grabbed by the arm and assisted out of the car. They walked together across the parking lot to a large door, not a word was spoken between them. Sylvia watched as the officer pressed a button that sounded a buzzer on the other side of the door. Another, louder buzzer, sounded and the officer reached for and opened the door. "Not quite a luxury hotel," Sylvia thought to herself.

She proceeded through the booking procedure, complete with mug shot and fingerprinting. Then to add to her humiliation, she was thrown into a coed holding cell, still in the black cat suit and black high heeled boots. Every guy gave her a good leering once over and some of the scariest looking women in there did too! All of the bench seats had been taken so she found a spot on the floor just inside the door to call hers and sat there. One of the guys said to her from across the room, "They're not gonna let you stay there. You're too close to the door."

She realized he was probably right, so she spotted an area on the wall near the back and made that her temporary home. No one said anything else to Sylvia until she heard her name, "Sylvia Garcia?" get called by a uniform at the door.

"Right here," she announced as she stood up.

"Your Public Defender is here to talk to you," the uniform said.

She approached the door and she was directed to turn around and put her hands behind her back. She felt handcuffs go back on. The door she was standing next to opened and she was waved through, taken by the arm and briskly walked to a room with no windows, a few chairs, a table and florescent light coming from the ceiling. She felt the handcuffs removed and then was instructed to sit in a chair at the table.

What felt like an eternity later, a man from the Public Defenders office came in, with his briefcase. He wore his hair a little too long for his face, he was graying around his ears and eyebrows. Considering the time of day it was, he could use a shave as well. He silently set his briefcase on the table and opened it. Inside he found some documents, put them out on the table and after sitting down and putting glasses on, he briefly glanced through the paperwork. Finally he set everything down and said, "I'm Tim Jennings, your attorney," and extended his hand to shake Sylvia's.

"Hi Tim, I'm Sylvia Garcia."

"Of course you are. So, what's going on Sylvia?"

"How much time do we really have?"

"As long as we need, as long as I'm here."

"I'm going to be brutally honest with you. I have no idea how I got here. I have no idea where I am. And I have no clue to what even the month or year is! No one is telling me anything. But! I also know how to make this all go away," she said.

The attorney sat back in his chair and said, "Okay, tell me how."

"I'm going to stand up, so don't be afraid." Sylvia stood and grabbed the quarter sized ring at her neckline and slowly unzipped her outfit from the neck down to her crotch.

"What are you doing Miss Garcia?" he asked nervously.

She put her long manicured finger to her lips and softly said, "Shhhh." She took her long sleeves off and let the cat suit fall to her waist, exposing her narrow waist, slim shoulders and small boobs. From there, she turned her back to him and wriggled the cat suit down to her knees, not wanting to remove her boots, but allowing full visual access to her nether regions from behind. She leaned over on the table and looked behind her. The man she was enticing was focused on her heart shaped ass.

Swiftly, she spun around and knelt in front of him. She flattened her hand to his crotch and rubbed it up and down. Turning her hand so she could reach through his crotch to the other side and back, cupping his balls and rubbing them firmly and gently. Her quick moving hands unfastened his belt and pants and let them fall to the side of where he sat. His cock was springing to life from the fascinating attention from the beautiful Latina client.

He said, "Young lady, I don't think you understand. This isn't going to get you out of a court date!"

She put her long nailed hands on top of his cock and pulled it down to her and licked from his balls to the underside of his shaft on up to his cock head in a slow wet, drool dripping slurp. She closed her mouth around his dick and pretended it was a straw and sucked it to the back of her mouth, never once letting the vacuum pop.

Tim had been married for 31 years, and his beloved wife had stopped giving him head many years before. Being an officer of the court meant he couldn't partake of the many prostitutes he represented, God knows he was tempted. But this young lady knew what he needed, and didn't really ask for anything in return! It might be a symptom of what she was arrested for, he thought. But still, the long wet, hard suction of her mouth made the distraction he was trying to create go away and suddenly he started saying, "Ha! Ha! Ha!" quickly, not as a laugh, but more like someone making karate chops and breaking wood with their hands.

Sylvia knew he was about to cum, and pulled her mouth off his dick. She cupped his balls with her right hand and jerked him quickly with her left hand into her open mouth. The first salvo of cum from his rocket hit her square in the back of her mouth, the second on her upper lip and the third across her left eye, forcing it closed. She closed her mouth over the head and milked the remaining ejaculate from his penis with the vacuum of her mouth and her pierced tongue. She slowed the bobbing of her head until he was completely spent.

She closed her other eye and suddenly felt a chill go across her body and realized she needed to take a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, Sylvia had returned to the library and Eyes In the Dark lay open, face down, at her feet. The library door opened and Amanda called down to her, "Everything okay? It took you long enough!"

Sylvia realized that her entire wardrobe she had been wearing in the book, came back with her. The heels she had been wearing, were laying askew right next to the book. She pulled the sleeves back onto her arms and zipped the cat suit up. She grabbed her other shoes and headed to the staircase and said, "That was pretty frightening! But, I got a smokin' new outfit out of it! How long was I gone?"

"You left at about ten this morning, and it's after one now," Amanda said.

They walked back and sat down in the front room. She asked Amanda, "Ever hear of someplace called San Fuentes?"

"No, not that I can recall," Amanda answered.

"Well, if it exists, I might just have an arrest record there!" and proceeded to explain all the events she witnessed and experienced.

After the details were delivered Amanda asked, "Did you wipe your face in the library downstairs after you came back?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Was his cum there?"

"Um, yeah," Sylvia said. "Can you explain the clothes coming back with me?"

"Nope. Not going to even try, except I was told that each time I travel with the library's help, there is a gift for me to return with. Maybe the outfit's for you," they both settled back on the couch and let the tension of the situation evaporate.

"Black's a good color on me."

"I can't argue with that!" Amanda agreed. "Hey, the pancakes weren't that good, all the ingredients were old and I'm still starved. Let's go get a bite to eat. I need to get over to my house and get something to wear besides my blue dress."

"Go together or meet somewhere?" Sylvia asked.

"We can go together, if you want. I can afford the gas now!" Amanda offered.

"Amanda?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you said I had to cum and make someone else cum to be able to return home."

"The words used to me were, 'satisfy and be satisfied.' But you aren't me. Maybe I have special rules, I don't know. Did you enjoy watching that guy take that girls virginity?" Amanda asked.

"Yeah, I did. The look she gave him after he came all over her was hysterical! So, I wonder if that was the satisfaction I was given? I'd always wanted to see something like that. . ."

Amanda looked at her friend and gave her a broad, toothy smile and raised her eyebrows up and down once before she said, "I think that's the answer, you dirty girl!"

Sylvia stood up and said, "Should I change or go like this?"

"I definitely need some clothes over here, and you too. So wear what you got, but lose the hat and lets go shopping!"

"Great! We can get your thumb rings too!" Sylvia declared.

"Back to that, okay, fine. Lets go already!" Amanda, was ready to go, still dressed in the dress she'd been sent home from work in. After locking the house, Amanda beeped her alarm on her car and they both got in and left, first for Amanda's home by the beach and then the plan was to head to Sylvia's followed by a trip to the mall.

When the roar of the twin overhead cam 4.6 liter engine was no longer audible, inside the house the door to the library slammed shut and a loud click followed by a whine and an electronic hum begin and faded off again. The sound of footsteps, coming up the stairs from the library echoed around the now unoccupied house.



The Library Ch. 35



Chapter Thirty-Five

Mark Waters pushed open the library door and closed it behind him. He glanced around the bathroom and saw that things had moved around a bit since the last time he had came to check on the house. He did it every 6 months or so to see if Amanda had moved in yet. Someone had been here, but he wasn't convinced it was her until he went into his bedroom and saw clothes and hi-heels on the floor. He mistakenly took Sylvia's outfit to be Amanda's.

He let a smile come across his face when he saw his favorite tie draped across the chair beside his bed. He left the bedroom and wandered into the kitchen and found a bottle of wine sitting upright that he had left for her. Someone she found in the library had given it to her for him. His long wait without her was finally coming to an end.

He didn't want to linger too long in the house and be discovered. There was no telling when she'd be coming back. Mark walked back down to the library and made the unsettling discovery that the book he needed to return to his island paradise wasn't where he had left it. He had intentionally left it beside the leather chair, next to the old desk so he could use it when needed and in such an easy place that hopefully Amanda would find it! But it wasn't there any more. She must have picked it up and somehow dodged reading where it had fallen open.

With increasing panic as the clock ticked away, Mark searched all the titles of all the books still laying on the floor, being very careful not to disturb anything, but his book was no where to be found. He finally noticed a robe on the floor in one of the aisles and quickly slung it to the side and behind him. The robe flew over his shoulder and knocked another book off of one of the shelves behind him. It fell, splayed open and as he turned to reach for it, he made the unconscious mistake of beginning to read the words of the thick book, as he touched it, he was taken to the setting inside the story. A story no place near an island paradise he had called home for almost two years!

****

The sound of high energy subsided in the house with no one to hear it when a gray, unmarked police car pulled alongside the curb and in front of Sylvia's white Durango. Both Detective Clark and Jones walked across the small yard and up to the steps of the nice, waterfront home. "Do you smell that?" LaShay asked,

"Yeah. What is it?"

"Smells like hairspray."

"No, it's ozone, like you can smell when you're around high voltage," Clark said.

"Nice, house, but I'm telling you that I couldn't get used to it at all!"

Clark banged on the front door, "I doubt anyone's home, only the friends SUV is here and the Mustang's gone."

LaShay smiled and said, "Do you have something against using door bells? Try the door again."

Clark banged on the door once more, ignoring his partners sarcasm, "The smell's almost gone," he observed.

"Yeah, you're right," she paused a second and walked around the outside of the house and looked into open windows. "I don't see any movement inside. They're gone. Want to hang around a while?"

"No, we have more files to look over at the department," he called out to her.

LaShay had walked around the side and to the back of the home. She emerged a minute later and said, "Come take a look at this."

They both walked around the back of the home and spied what would have been the backyard. Except in this case, an empty boat slip lay on the water and a slightly weathered white gazebo with a swing hung by two chains had been built just to the side of the boat slip. Clark said, "Nice view."

The view looked over the bay, and across the water, a little over three miles away on the opposite side of the bay were the hills of Driftwood stood a lighthouse on the outermost edge of land. "I take back what I said, I could live here even with the stink!" LaShay corrected.

"We need to get going, we've got things to do!"

"Steven, just chill." LaShay turned and put her arms around his neck and said, "I had a great time last night."

He slid his hands around her tight and slim waist and said, "I did too. I'm going to tell you something."

"What's that?" she asked.

"I need you. I know I can count on you, but there's something deeper between us," he cocked his head and looked into her green eyes and said, "I need you!"

"I need you too Steven, I feel it too," and she pressed her lips to his and opened her mouth when she felt his open too.

"Unit 79, acknowledge," their radio's crackled at the same time, interrupting their embrace.

They broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together and smiled at each other. Detective Clark reached for his hand-held radio and said, "79."

"Unit 79, please report to watch command," the female voice on their radio said.

"79, 10-4." he said into it. "We've gotta go," he said to LaShay.

"Okay, but let's leave our contact card on the door so she knows we want to talk with her," she said.

"Not a bad idea," the two working partners broke their embrace and headed back to the real world of crime, mystery and no smooching on the job.

****

Amanda had returned to her rented home by the beach and changed into a pair of tight, hip hugging blue jeans without pockets on the rear. After sorting through her stacks of shoes she settled on a tan pair of double strap wedge heels. Sylvia rejected her first top selection and approved her white sporty, mid-sleeve crop top that was cut low enough to show cleavage, but also most of her wonderfully defined torso. Amanda figured she should change her navel jewelry from something big into something a little less, a basic gold capture ring was inserted and deemed appropriate.

From there, they went to Sylvia's home and let her change out of her black cat suit and into something cooler for the day, a white loose and flirty short dress that fell a few inches above her knees. She too changed out of her spike heeled boots and into a less obnoxious pair of sling back espadrilles, they too had a wedge heel. The two of them separately were easy head turners, but together they were jaw droppers.

Once inside the mall Sylvia insisted on finding the right pair of thumb rings for her friend. "Just gold bands?" Amanda asked as they walked into a jewelry store on the first level of the Driftwood Mall.

"Yeah, you don't want to go with a stone setting for a thumb ring, it looks wrong!" Sylvia walked around the counter of the jewelry store and found what she was describing to her friend. "Here! Come over here."

Amanda drifted into the view of the glass case that Sylvia was pointing into. A well dressed man in a suit and tie approached the two girls and asked, "Can I help you find what you're looking for?"

Sylvia said, "How about that one?" pointing to a gold braided men's wedding band. The store employee opened the glass case and removed the ring and placed it on a pad in front of Sylvia. She picked it up and said, "Hmm, I don't think so. Too fancy. How about the plain gold one next to it?"

"Do you know what size it needs to be?" he asked.

"She's right there," pointing to Amanda.

He gave Amanda a smile and a good once over and turned back to Sylvia, "You do realize you're looking in the men's ring case, don't you?"

"Yup. How about you measure both of her thumbs and that way we'll know what size to get!"

It took less than five minutes to determine the size of both of her thumbs. In that time, Sylvia had selected the two identical rings. Both were just plain 14 karat yellow gold, and 7 mm wide. The salesman redirected Sylvia's attention to the identical ladies rings and said, "If you buy the men's version of the ring, we'd have to resize them, and that would take mostly a week. But we have her size in the ladies bands, and they are identical. Would you want those instead?"

Sylvia handed back the men's rings and inspected the ladies version of the same ring, slipping each one over the top of the long red thumb nail on each of Amanda's hands. Sylvia asked Amanda, "Okay with you?"

"Fine with me, as long as I don't have to wear the price tags too!"

The salesman said, "I think I can handle that for you." Amanda slipped off both of the rings and he took a small pair of scissors and removed the tags off of both rings and handed them back to her. From under the counter he produced a sales receipt book and began writing the numbers and prices off of the tag from each ring. He looked at both of the ladies and said, "Who gets the bad news?"

Amanda said, "I do."

"No, you don't! This is my gift," Sylvia announced.

The salesman pulled out a calculator and said, "That will be $479.13 with tax."

Sylvia's eyes went wide and began fumbling in her purse for her credit card, but Amanda had hers out much quicker. "Thanks Sylvia, but I think you've forgotten my recent windfall," she said in a cheerful tone to her embarrassed friend.

"Can I get lunch instead?"

"That you can do!" Amanda said and slipped the new rings on each of her thumbs.

The salesman finished writing the receipt and gave Amanda a credit card receipt to sign. After taking her copy and putting it into her checkbook the salesman said, "Thank you ladies for shopping with us today. If there's anything else I can get for either of you, please take my card." He slid a business card across the glass case top toward each of them. "Oh, and by the way, may I ask a question?"

Amanda and Sylvia looked at each other and shrugged. They both looked back at him and Sylvia said, "Sure."

"Are the thumb rings a fashion statement or something else?"

Amanda looked at him with a twinkle in her eye and a broad smile, "What would 'something else' be?"

"Ahh, let me say this delicately. . . . A sexual preference?"

She smiled broadly and said, "Well, not exactly a preference yet, but I'd say it's getting there!"

The salesman smiled back at the two ladies and said, "Please, be sure to call me. . . . Anytime."

Both of the girls looked at each other briefly again and Sylvia asked Amanda, "We're not in the library this time, right?"

"Right."

"Oh thank goodness!" She turned to the salesman and said, "We'll be sure to do that," and they both quickly walked out of the jewelry store.

"Sylvia! How often has that happened to you?"

"Oh, maybe a few times. Usually it's a little more subtle. A guy, who's not gay, will pull his thumb ring out of his pocket and put it on and stroke it a few times like he's stroking himself, to get the attention of the girl."

"And if he's gay?" Amanda asked.

"They usually wear their ring all the time. At least the ones, who know the game do it that way. But I've never been hit on verbally like that before!"

Amanda stopped walking and said, "My dear Sylvia, possessor of infinite wisdom of which I come humbly to beseech thee to enlighten me further. . . . What else do you know that I don't know?" she asked in an exaggerated dramatic fashion.

"Tongue piercings?"

"Let me guess, you have an oral fixation, or should it be an oral sex fixation?" Amanda asked.

"You're on the right track, but that particular one went away a couple of years ago. Too many people thought it looked cool so they got the piercing but didn't have the 'skills' as they say."

"Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of on short notice. But if I come up with something, I'll let you know!."

"Thank you my dear Sylvia," Amanda said, back in her exaggerated drama voice.

"We came here to get some clothes for the new house, right? So let's get some new clothes!" It dawned on Sylvia a second later after they began walking towards nowhere in particular, "Hey, I'm sorry about the expense back there."

"Gold isn't cheap, so it didn't surprise me, but what I didn't expect was to see you turn blood red!" Amanda had put on her million dollar smile and made a small laugh at her friends expense.

"I'll make it up to you."

"Sylvia, do you know what? You already have. We should have been hanging out together a long time before these past couple of days."

Sylvia stopped walking, Amanda took a few more steps before she realized her friend wasn't with her anymore and turned to see the girl with the long black hair. Sylvia wiped the corner of her eyes and said, "Thank you. I wasn't sure what to do all that time you were waiting for word on Mark. And I know you're as curious about that library as I am, but don't let it change you. You're a sweet girl. You're smart too," she paused for a second and cleared her eyes again.

"That library isn't going to change me."

"Amanda, it already has a little bit. Don't you see it?"

"I guess not."

Sylvia walked closer to her friend and said, "Today's Wednesday, you met Kyle on Saturday night and how many different lovers have you had since Saturday night?"

"I don't know, six or seven," Amanda offered.

"Right. Girl, either you're trying to make up for lost time, or that thing is turning you into a slut!"

Amanda got upset and said, "Sylvia, I'm a slut? Come on, you shouldn't throw rocks when you live in a glass house! I'm 26 years old, I met Mark five or six years ago and I need to feel needed! I need to feel like I'm someone people want to be around. I want to feel like men are still attracted to me! I want the closeness, I've had it before, I want that feeling back! Why are you calling me a 'slut' for that?"

"Amanda, I'm a slut too," Sylvia said slowly. "I'm sorry for calling you that. But in just a few short days you have to admit things have gone from normal to crazy! I don't want to see you hurt again. Some guys, and some girls are only out for themselves and to get themselves off. I think so far, you've been lucky." Sylvia paused for a second and said, "I really don't know what to make out of who you've met and who I've met in that library. I mean, are they really real? Or are they programmed holograms? It freaks me out to think about it."

"Me too. But I really do feel the answer to Mark's disappearance is tied up there. So, call me compelled to seek it out and find the answer! But I'm going to find out one way or another," Amanda confessed. "Even if it turns me into what you'd call a 'slut'."

They both walked over to a bench in the mall and sat down. Sylvia said, "I wonder if those books are part of a program for the library system to operate with. I mean, what would happen if we took a book upstairs out of the library? Or maybe even bought a book right here in the mall and walked it downstairs and then opened it up and read it there. Would the system still make use of the data and send us there?"

"Well, there is a certain danger of walking a book up the stairs. Anytime that book is open it is, I guess the term would be 'active.' So, how would we collect the books that are on the floor and see what they are? I'm assuming that if a book is on the floor, then a trip in connection to that book has already been made."

Sylvia nodded her head and said, "It makes sense."

"The only way I can figure out how to get those books is for me to be blindfolded, and you direct me where to go to get them," Amanda said.

"Oh, come on, there's gotta be a better way than that!"

"Let me know what it is, but if I can pick the book up off the floor, close it, and put it into a bag for safe keeping to get it out of the library, we might be able to piece together where Mark went," Amanda said.

"How many books do you figure are on the floor?" Sylvia asked.

"Twenty or more."

Sylvia smiled and said, "Oh come on, you don't want to make that many trips? Where's your adventurous spirit?"

Amanda grinned and said, "Oh yeah, right, that coming from the 'Peeping Tom' of, what was it, San Fuentes! Like you should be talking about me and an adventurous spirit!" Amanda smiled at Sylvia and said, "Come on lets get some clothes. Later on I've got to get some groceries for the other house too."

Sylvia asked, "Are you going to keep renting the one by the beach?"

Amanda shrugged and said, "My lease isn't up until the end of summer, so yeah. I'll figure out what I'll do with it then, or maybe even buy it. I like the little place!"

Both girls got up and began walking again in silence. Sylvia pointed to a display window that had a sexy little black dress, similar to the one Amanda wore in Sicily. The difference, after they looked at it closer is it wasn't a dress, but a short jump suit. Amanda tried it on and liked the way it tied in the back, accentuating her small waist. The cut of the hem also accentuated her shapely legs, the price was reasonable, so that was the first clothing purchase of the day. What followed was almost a four hour marathon of trying on new shoes, panties, bras and other clothes, buying some, and putting many back. The cross words between them were over and they were as content as any two young ladies on a shopping spree could be.



The Library Ch. 36



Chapter Thirty-Six

"No, there is absolutely no way to make someone's will, after it's been through probate, bend so you can get information from the beneficiaries about the decedent if it clearly states that to be taboo," Peter J. Petralli, the Sand Bar County District Attorney, informed both Clark, Jones and their shift boss Captain Tina Curry. "There is only a couple of exceptions," he finished saying.

"And those are?" Curry, the long legged, 35 year old brunette asked while leaning against her desk.

Petralli looked at her first and said, "Fraud being one of them and imminent danger being another. However, neither one of those will have any standing in Mara's case."

Clark answered for him, "I'm going to guess it's because too much time has passed, right?"

Petralli nodded his head and said, "Statute of limitations can be a bitch sometimes."

"Well wait a minute, if the statute is in place, why can't that work for us too? Those people have nothing to loose in spilling their guts about Mara, right?" Jones interjected.

"That is a thread to pursue, and I'll follow it, but I'm telling you, don't get your hopes up. So, let me make sure I understand what you're purporting. If the statute prevents us from prosecuting because any events occurred well over a decade ago, those beneficiaries are also in the same standing. They too can't legally be compelled to violate the terms of the will," Petralli hung his head and shook it from side to side. "Nope, we can't legally make them do or say anything. And their not likely going to volunteer anything either in fear of violating the standards set forth in the will."

Curry suddenly slapped her hands together in frustration, turned and walked around to the other side of her desk. "Okay LaShay, tell me again, why do we need info on Mara?"

"He's the last one to own the house before himself and many other people have dropped off the face of the planet. The reason he's a subject of interest is because something he did altered the house. It generates an awful lot of energy itself. We suspect it's from the remnant of sea water power converters the Navy experimented with decades ago. But, the large amounts of energy vanished when he was living there and that's been the case up to the present. However, many people have lived there, and in time, they disappear. Oddly, all of them became millionaires while living in the house, all except one, the last guy, but he too became rich after he's been gone. But it all started with Mara," Jones looked at Clark and said, "anything I forgot?"

"No, she's got everything covered, except Mara programmed computers as the home computer boom began," he said.

"Okay guys, we're beating a dead horse here," Petralli announced. "We have no imminent danger to the new occupant, except the house has a history." He looked at Clark and Jones and said, "Speak to the new occupant. Tell her to keep her eyes open for anything out of the ordinary, and to let you guys know if something comes up. That's pretty much all we're left with at present."

"We left our card on her door this afternoon," LaShay said. "We were there today and she wasn't there. You know, we did get a whiff of the, what did you call it Steven?"

"Ozone," he said.

"Right, the house has an ozone smell around it. But I can't swear it was coming from the house, it dissipated pretty rapidly."

"Well I have a ball game to go watch, and I gotta hit the store before the game," the DA announced.

"Enjoy," Clark said as he watched him grab his briefcase and exit the small glassed in office. He turned to Captain Curry, "Anything else?"

"Nope, it's the end of the day and I've got paperwork to finish and kids to get home to. Call it a day yourselves," she finally sat down in her chair. "Oh and one last thing."

That stopped both of the detectives from twisting the handle to the door that Jones had in her hand, "What's that?"

"No matter the outcome on this guys, good work. This is more than any of the teams have ever done on the history of this case."

"Thanks boss," Clark said.

****

Sylvia and Amanda returned and found the card on the door. It was briefly held onto as they entered the house and put on the island that separated the kitchen from the front room as they separated the shopping bags between the two buyers. Once two piles were identified to the proper owners, Sylvia said, "I need to run home for a bit. Can you watch the fort while I'm gone?"

"Actually, I thought I'd go get some food for this place. Anything in particular you want?"

"No, not really. But, do you really want me to stay?" Sylvia asked.

"Yeah, we're both on vacation, what else do you have to do?"

Sylvia smiled and said, "We can work on our tans."

"Or go figure out that thing downstairs," Amanda countered.

"What do you have running through your head?"

"Well, when I'm at the store," Amanda explained, "I'm going to get a magazine or a book. I plan on taking that down to the library and seeing if it takes us someplace."

Sylvia nodded her contemplatively and said, "I'm game for that."

"I'm thinking getting one of those fitness mags," Amanda said.

"Oh!" Sylvia said. "Pretty people can be fun too, if it works! Okay, I'm going to leave this stuff here, but I should be back later on tonight. If not, then we'll go exploring tomorrow, okay?"

"See you later. If I'm not here when you get back, call my cell. I may still be at the store."

Sylvia came over and gave Amanda a hug and the two girls kissed. Sylvia went out to her vehicle and waved at Amanda, who was still waiting in the door, as she drove away.

After the Durango disappeared, Amanda closed the door and returned to her side of the pile of bags and moved them into the master bedroom. After removing all of the tags, the panties and bras were sent to the 'To Be Washed' pile and the outerwear was hung up on hangers. Amanda had to make some room available in Mark's closet, but she was eventually able to find the needed space, which really wasn't much. But after thinking about it a little bit, she pulled out the little black jumpsuit with the wide tie behind the back and put it on.

She slipped the same shoes back on she had been wearing and inspected her appearance in the mirrors on the bedroom closet doors. If there is one thing she had learned in the last couple of days, dressing to get attention works really well! She noticed a few loose threads sticking between seams and removed them. She turned around and did her best to see what she looked like from behind and nodded her approval, grabbed her purse and headed to her car, it was time to hit the grocery store!

****

It seemed like forever ago, but at 26 years of age, Pete Petralli had finished his law degree in Hawaii by selling women's shoes in a local mall when not in school or doing homework. If he didn't have a huge taste for women in high heels then, he had certainly acquired it by the time he got out of the business after he had passed the Bar exam. Even now, in his 40's he could still tell by a women's walk if she was clad in heels or not. Even the sound of the 'click-clack' of a ladies walk almost always made him turn to see what she was wearing.

The store he worked at back then was mainly a 'fashion' store, but some comfort shoes were available as well. The main draw for the ladies in that store were the cutting edge designer shoes, and the many colors available, and Pete, the handsome assistant manager who worked there.

He kept his bills paid, drove a beater Toyota Celica, and dressed the best he could for the job. Lunch was usually a can of tuna, mixed with salsa and spread onto crackers and homework, always lots of homework. Once in a great while, a former customer would see him and come over and ask to sit down and visit. Pete made a point of always agreeing to the request. Even if he had to do a shoe adjustment right there on the spot, or sit and visit for a while he didn't mind. Customer service was his life.

Even today, while shopping in the grocery store, he remembered those days. It was only 6 months since being elected to the highest law enforcement position in Sand Bar County. The economy had soured, and running a small but profitable attorney's office made the gradual decline of profitability a reality. So he threw his hat into the ring and the voters put him into position. The old office building he had used and eventually purchased sat vacant for a couple of months, and it too finally gained a tenant. So, he had a small income from that, and his DA position, but he refused to drive expensive German engineering, the paycheck allowed for it, but his dedication to the taxpayers wouldn't allow it. . . . Not yet anyway.

On that particular afternoon, as he was in the deli aisle of his local discount grocer, he heard the muffled sound of a ladies walk approach him from behind. It wasn't the sharp sound of spike or stiletto heels, but more like a wood or cork based heel. He hadn't lost that ear, even after all the years gone by, he was right again!

The young lady was wearing a black mini dress or jumpsuit in the middle of the day like she'd wear to a hot date, and it exposed her beautiful cleavage. Her legs perfect, and at the bottom of those legs were exactly the wedgies he knew he heard. He looked up in her pretty face framed with long, blonde hair. He saw clear blue, almost cat like eyes shadowed by dark eyebrows and eyelashes so long she probably tripped on them when she walked. She was stunning to see. But for Pete, to make the matter worse, he got caught gawking at her too!

"Nice big eyes you have there Mr. Wolf," she said as she passed by him pushing her cart.

'Mr. Wolf?' he thought? My name's not Wolf! And then the thought dawned on him that he was looking like a wolf, probably complete with drool running off his chin. Pete didn't have the frame of mind to actually say anything as she passed, he only grinned as he realized the fool she had made of him. But, it didn't stop him from continuing to watch the sexy blonde walk away.

She was certainly too young for him, he thought. The days of bedding a pretty, not to mention very sexy, twenty-something girl like that went away with his hairline, and that left about 10 to 15 years ago. But that didn't stop him from continuing to watch her! That girl and that outfit and those legs and the way her ass twitched when she walked in those heels weren't something you see everyday!

Pete threw the package of bacon he was holding into his shopping cart and that followed with a couple of packages of bologna. When he looked up, she was no longer in sight. "Dang," he thought. He didn't want to go running after her, she's probably carrying pepper spray. But he was thankful for the memory.

So he headed over to the dairy section to get some eggs, milk and margarine and as he rounded the corner, there she was again. "Oh come on!" he thought, because she was bent over from the waist, apparently trying to read something on the shelf. The sight of her in that position brought fantasies to mind in him.

The thought struck him that it was only about 5 or 6 pm on a Wednesday, why would she be dressed like this? Hooker? Maybe. Stripper? Well, she certainly has the body and appearance for it! Needing some attention? "Oh man," Pete thought, "is she getting it too!" He'd noticed that every guy in the aisle with him had stopped what he was doing to catch a peak at the curve of her nice ass as she was bent over.

The guy just a few feet ahead of him had his gaze stuck on her as the guys wife or girlfriend was grabbing a gallon of milk. Pete could swear he saw the man cower after his wife punched him in the shoulder and shook her finger in his face when he got caught staring! Wow, how grown men can sulk when we get caught! It was so sad and so funny at the same time.

Pete's gaze was unobstructed as he noticed that she finally selected her item from the shelf she was bending over. Her cart was almost full. Soda pop, watermelon, beer, pre made salads, bread, even some chips and dips. A ha! Pete finally figured out why the outfit. She had to be heading to a party. No, no, no. She was throwing a party! That had to be it.

The pretty girl, turned her cart around and Pete saw all the staring men fumble around to appear they were doing something other than lust after her. Everyone except Pete that was. "Mr. Wolf, it's nice to see you again!" as she pushed her, soon to be overloaded. cart towards him.

Pete finally had his opportunity to say something, "Big party tonight?"

"No, not really, just summer stuff, you never know when company might show up this time of year," she pulled along side his cart and stopped.

Pete looked down, and without moving his head up much, only moving his eyes he said, "I have to tell you, you look terrific."

She thanked him, smiled and extended her manicured hand, "I'm Amanda."

He grabbed her hand and shook it saying, "I'm Pete. Look, I'm sorry for all the staring, but I just couldn't help myself. It's not too often someone looking like you is in this store when I'm here. I really should be ashamed of myself, but you're a beautiful girl, and someone needed to tell you, I guess fate picked me for the job."

"Are you married?" she asked.

"No. Got engaged once, but that pretty much ruined the relationship back then," he said.

She laughed, "I can relate to that!"

"Look Mandy. . ."

". . . Amanda. . ."

"Right . . . Amanda, I'd ask you for your number if I thought I'd have a chance of getting it, but I better get a move on and also let you get back to shopping."

She reached into her purse that was on the child seat part of her shopping cart and extracted a business card, "This has my cell number on it."

Pete was surprised and accepted the card from her. He reached into his shirt pocket and extracted a metal folding business card holder and gave her one of his as well, "This is my card, with my cell number too!" He paused for a second and finished with, "I'll give you a call sometime, or you can call me if you want."

"You keep looking at my legs, is there anything wrong?"

"Nope." The cords on his neck tightened and he said, "They're probably a set of the best looking legs I've ever seen. They're pretty hard to ignore."

"You're sweet," she said. "I'll talk to you later," and she pushed her cart away.

Pete said, "Bye." He let out a big exhale and said, "Wow!" quietly to himself.

One of the guys in the dairy aisle came over by Pete and said, "Lucky bum," as he passed. That brought a big smile to his face and right then Pete made a decision to go trade in the packages of bologna for some ham instead! This could be the beginning of something great! Ham sandwiches to celebrate!

*****

It was 7 pm and Chicago had already lost. The cable sports channel was going through the games already played for the day before the Los Angeles and St. Louis game began. The ham sandwiches were made, each with a slice of cheddar, a little bit of mustard, some salad dressing, Pete thought mayonnaise was too bland, and to give the sandwiches a little lilt he had sprinkled some dill weed on both of them.

Pete never was that fond of beer, and really wondered what people saw in wine. For him, his drink of choice was the forbidden and frowned upon. . . diet cola in a glass with some ice, needless to say, Pete was never accused of being one who lived on the edge. He poured the fizzing drink from the two liter bottle and waited a couple of seconds for the foam to go down before he finished filling the tall tumbler. Pete did draw the line at using straws. He never used them at restaurants, so he wasn't one to use them at home either.

Pete got up, just before the game began, and headed back to the kitchen. He took his plate of sandwiches with him and sliced them in half diagonally. Grabbed a bag of barbecue flavored potato chips and headed back in front of his television. The announcers were just listing the lineup for St. Louis since they were visiting L.A. and obviously batting first. Seems the regular starting pitcher for L.A. was scratched from his start and a flame-throwing kid from Triple-A had been called up and is getting his first major league start. Well, now's a good time to get the kids feet wet since it was just after the All-Star Break and both teams were in first place of their respective divisions.

The first pitch was "high and tight," ball one, oh and clocked at 98 mph. Pete thought that the kid had balls to go at the St. Louis leadoff hitter like that with his first pitch.

A bite into the sandwich and of course his cell phone started to ring. He put his plate down, reached for his phone and looked at the number. The number isn't someone he knows, but it did look familiar. He grabbed his remote and muted his TV and answered his phone almost simultaneously. A split second later, and half of the bite was finally swallowed. He said, "Hefflow," between the food and his phone.

"Hello. . . Is this Pete?" a female voice asks from the other side.

Another second or two passed as he tried to get the rest of his bite down, "Sorry, I had some food in my mouth. Yes, this is Pete. Who's this?"

"This is Amanda, we met at the store today."

Without even thinking, Pete sat up straight and cleaned his mouth with his hands and wiped it on his couch cushions. "Hi Amanda! I didn't expect to hear from you so soon."

"I'm standing here in my new home and have nothing to really do tonight," she explained. "So, would you like to come over, or go see a movie or something?"

Pete finally had all the bits of food from his mouth swallowed, "Sure, is there anything in the theaters you wanted to see?"

"No, but I'm sure we can find something," she said.

Pete had gotten up from his couch and gone to his computer. After clicking on the links that take him to the local movie theaters he said to her, "Looks like a spy action drama starts in about an hour, everything else starts a couple of hours after that."

"Okay, spy flick it is!" Amanda gave him her address. He discovered she didn't live far from him at all and considering the size of Driftwood, that isn't too surprising.

"I'll jump in the shower and see you in about 45 minutes," he said.

"I'll be waiting," and she closed the connection.

*****

After the movie let out, Pete pulled into her driveway alongside her Mustang and asked, "Can I park here for a little bit?"

"You can park here as long as you like. But, what I want to know is this," she smiled brightly. "Why, in the world did we pick that movie to go see?"

Pete sat back in his seat abruptly, laughed a little and said, "I don't know! But if they gave movie awards for the most plot holes, I think I know who'd win the category."

"Okay, let me get this straight," she said. "Our hero is crawling through a duct system and falls through a vent. We see him holding on for dear life. They cut away to his partner who's electronically leading him to where he needs to go. She gets interrupted and she drop kicks the security guy. Then we go back to our fearless hero and he's walking around equipment? What? Don't they think we'd like to know how he got there?"

Pete shook his head and said, "It was real crap. But you know what, when the movie was starting to get to me, I just started to look at you, I had a great time doing that. And, might I say, black is a great color for you! What you had on today at the store and what you have on right now, you're gorgeous!"

She looked down at her feet on the floor board of his car and said, "Thank you, you're embarrassing me."

"You have no reason to be embarrassed. And one other thing. I'm so glad to see long red nails coming back. They've been gone too long."

"Would you like to come in?" she asked with a smile and raised eyebrows.

"Sure." Pete opened his door and for the first time recognized the house and address as the one detectives Clark and Jones were investigating. He walked around and opened her door for her. She took his hand as she steadied herself in her black stiletto heels. He remotely locked his car and set the alarm as they walked hand in hand to her front door. She stepped up to the front porch while Pete stayed on the walkway by her. Amanda unlocked the door, stepped inside and extended her hand to him, inviting him in the rest of the way. Once he was through the doorway, she flipped on the hallway light and closed and locked the door behind him. "Pete?"




The Library Ch. 36



"Yes?"

"Thank you for being so nice to me."

"As far as I can tell Amanda, you're a dream come true. You're smart, funny and very sexy. But, I've had a sudden epiphany here in the last couple of seconds."

She put both of her hands on his chest and leaned up to kiss him. He met her lips and their mouths parted and the game of tongue tag began.

She pulled away and turned from him and walked to the island that separates the kitchen from the front room. He caught up with her as she set down her purse and the second quarter of tongue tag began. His hands explored her waist and hips. He paused a moment before proceeding down to feel the curvature of her buttocks. He was pleased when he discovered she had a solidly tight ass and not a squishy, fleshy gluteus maximus, it was just the way he liked.

She reached for his zipper pull and unzipped his fly. Reaching inside she pulled his cock out and knelt in front of him. Her clear blue catlike eyes looking up at him as she opened her mouth and licked the underside of it with her wet tongue. Her small hands with her long red nails wrapped around his cock and stroked him as she worked her way from the under side to the tip of his cock head.

Pete leaned back on the island for support. Every time he looked down, she smiled up at him from below and took half of his length back into her mouth. The combination of the stroke, suction, tongue technique and her beautiful face made him realize he better make her stop before he blew his load. Now that he's in his 40's, he's more of a one blow and go home kind of guy now. It isn't like back in his shoe selling days when the pretty girls and ladies wanted him all night, and he was able to oblige.

He brought her up to him and he kissed her again. Her grip never once left his hard cock until he removed her top and bra and let her 38 D's escape their temporary captors and discovered the pierced nipples underneath. He ran his fingers around the areolas and watched with satisfaction as they hardened under his touch. He lightly twisted them and gently licked them both and she said, "You're being too gentle, suck on them harder, bite them!"

As he started doing as he was asked, he fumbled with the buckle and waist of her black slacks. She gripped his head with both hands and pulled his head into her left breast and demanded, "Harder!" Pete didn't want to draw blood, but that was about how hard she wanted it! So again, he did what he was instructed.

She pulled his head off and brought his face up to hers, she licked his lips and kissed him and promptly thrust him onto her other pierced nipple saying, "Just like the last one," she took a deep breath and said, "Oh yeah, that's it."

Finally after what seemed an eternity, her slacks slid off her perfect legs and ass and she stepped out of them. He pulled away and watched her remove her panties. As she was doing this, he stroked his cock slightly as he enjoyed the sight of her bare and deeply tanned body.

Amanda had smooth and soft skin, with no blemishes to be seen. Her pubic mound, bare as a hardwood floor. A fairy with a blue stone danced from the jewelry in her navel piercing. She kept her black stiletto pumps on, just the way Pete liked it.

Pete removed his shirt and took his pants off the rest of the way. He helped her lay across the countertop and he opened her legs and got his first good look at her pussy. Her labia's were small and her opening was about the size of the fingernail on her pinky finger. Ironically, he thought she had a large clit, and when it got hard, it looked like her pinky finger without the long red nail attached!

He slowly licked at her pussy hole, darting his tongue in and out. She began with a soft sounding, "Awwww." But as soon as he made contact with her hard clit, she had both hands covering his ears and her pelvis thrusting up and down on his tongue. He continued licking for a short while longer when her hands suddenly left the sides of his head, smacked the countertop, palms down. She yelled, "Oh shit!" and her thighs locked Pete in position on her clit as she came from his attention. As each wave hit her, she smacked the countertop again and again, her pubic mound never stopped moving on his tongue.

Amanda was finally released from her orgasm, and had also released Pete from her leg vise when they heard clapping coming from behind them in the kitchen area! Amanda looked up quickly and said, "I wondered when you'd show up!"

Pete realized, a dark haired female had found her way into the house while they had been occupied with each other. She wasn't as 'dressed for sex' as Amanda always seemed to be, but her hair was long, black and straight. She wasn't really any taller than Amanda, as far as he could tell. She wore a wide, gold toe ring on the second toe of her left foot, and as Pete notices these things, saw her toes were done like her hands, with French tips. She wore thumb rings on both hands, just like Amanda. He'd have to ask about that later. He'd seen many women wearing a thumb ring, and he wondered if it was just a fashion statement or something. She was thin, small chested, and either had a tan or an olive complexion, he was betting on the latter.

She said, "Yeah, I got tied up, well, not literally, but I had some mail and bills to catch up on."

Amanda sat up on the edge of the table and said, "Pete, I'd like you to meet my friend. Sylvia, this is Pete."

Pete wasn't sure really what to do, but waved and said, "Hi," in a very nervous voice. He wasn't quite sure if he should cover up, or just pretend this is just the natural flow of events, like he was used to being interrupted while starting to have sex with a gorgeous girl and have a roommate he never knew about show up and offer applause.

Sylvia said, "Pete, good job there guy! I don't think I've witnessed her slap whatever it is she's laying on before as she's cumming, and I think I counted about six of those slaps, so congratulations are in order," she offered with a wicked grin. "Was six about right Amanda?"

"Oh shut up, get naked and join us in the bedroom," Amanda said with a mischievous smile.

Sylvia grinned and chimed in with, "Usually when she cums she usually tries to drown everyone around her. You're messing with a real squirter here, so consider yourself warned!"

Pete interrupted her with, "Ah, join us?" he asked looking quickly between the two of them. "That's something I've not ever done before."

Sylvia who had removed her top and was down to a bra asked, "Are you complaining?"

"I don't think I am, but wow, you two are beautiful girls! I want to know what I ate or if I'm dreaming or what the heck is going on because this kind of stuff doesn't happen to me."

Before the last word was out of his mouth, Sylvia had knelt in front of him, removed her bra, handed it to Pete and started licking and sucking on his balls as her manicured hands reached around and grabbed onto his ass cheeks. Amanda had hopped down from the table and joined her female friend in front of Pete and began running her sexy lips up and down his cock. When Sylvia let go of his balls, she and Amanda began sliding their wet lips back and forth on the sides of his very hard member and every once in a while, one of them would slip the head into one of their mouths.

Pete leaned back on the island and felt the girls hands and mouths all over his body. His main thought was, "Control yourself!" but it was just that which was fading from him. Finally, he moved and brought both girls up to him and he began a three-way kiss with them. Finally he warned, "Girls, if you keep doing that, the party will be over far too soon!"

Amanda gave a broad smile to Sylvia and raised her eyebrows and said, "Sounds like a challenge to me! How about you?"

"I like challenges." Sylvia turned slightly to face Pete, and said, "I'm guessing you cum only once and then gotta take a nap?"

"Ah, well, yeah. It wasn't always this way, but time takes its toll when you get my age."

Sylvia faced Amanda and said, "I'm game, I bet we can make him cum four times before he's allowed to take a nap."

"How about we take it easy on him and settle for three," Amanda replied.

"How is that equal? I get two and you get two! Right?" Sylvia complained. "Okay, okay, two, I get one, you get one. Deal?"

"Deal!" and the two kissed to seal it.

Pete wasn't sure if he was hearing this right, it sounded to him like they were bidding on how many cums he was going to have that night! He briefly wondered if they made slings for over spent balls, and then remembered that they do, but their called jockstraps. "Um, girls," he interrupted, "You both are very exciting, but you're beginning to scare the crap outta me!"

They both led Pete by the hand into the master bedroom. Amanda still in her stiletto heels, Sylvia only naked from the waist up. He turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. Pete saw that Sylvia's boobs were very firm, with no sag at all. Amanda whispered something into Sylvia's ear and Sylvia shook her head in agreement and said, "I'll be right back." She left the room and Amanda turned her attention back to Pete.

"Where's she going?"

"She went to change into something else," the sound of bags rustling in the front room started drifting into the bedroom.

"Have you two done this before?" he asked.

Amanda had grabbed his cock again to help get it completely hard again, "With each other, yes. But I'll never tell what else we've done." Her million dollar smile flashing at him the whole time.

"Oh, I've got to be dreaming!"

"You're not. Just to find out, how do you feel about fucking a girl in her butt?"

"Ah, I've seen it done in porno's before, but I've never done it like that, to be honest."

"Well, sometimes I like it. But Sylvia absolutely loves it in the ass. With her she likes it in the ass more than she likes it in her pussy."

That surprised Pete, "Seriously?"

Those bright blue eyes flashed at him and said, "You should see the size of some of her toys," she said to him, continuing the joke, "and they've all been in her butt at one time or another."

"Okay then. I'll do her in the butt. How long before she gets back?"

Amanda straddled Pete, putting her hands on each of his shoulders. He laid back on the top of the bed before she said, "Not soon enough!" Once Pete was down, she hooked both of her high heel clad feet over the top of his thighs. Reaching between her legs and under her bare pussy she pushed his cock into position at her tiny entrance and settled down onto his hard meat. Amanda inhaled sharply as he penetrated her.

Pete noticed again, the fairy with the blue stone in the jewelry of her belly button piercing and then gazed up to her beautiful face. He felt his cock begin its first ascent up inside of her, and it was very tight, like he noticed before, she had a very tight opening. Once she was fully impaled on his dick he felt her internal muscles grab a hold of him as she slowly pulled herself up and almost off of him, practically to the point where he was about to fall out of her. Then she would gyrate her hips, the muscles would release and she would impale herself fully once again only to have the muscles tighten again as she lifted off of him again. Pete noticed that she had a look on her face like she was concentrating deeply. Her eyes were closed. Her head tilting back. He reached for her hands, and she intertwined her fingers with the long red nail in with his fingers.

Her sounds were small, almost whimpering "Oh's" at first, but they were gradually getting louder, her rhythm on his cock never changed until she stopped when she heard Sylvia exclaim in good humor, "So you started without me? That's so unfair!"

Amanda looked over her shoulder at her friend and stuck her tongue out and began again to slowly pump her pussy up and down onto Pete's cock. Sylvia saw Amanda's pussy juice running down his cock and that made her get between Pete's legs and began licking and sucking on Pete's balls again and collecting her juices on her pierced tongue. "Oh Sylvia, don't. I don't want to come yet," Pete protested.

She let out a feigned sigh and said, "Do you have a better idea?"

Pete said, "Yeah, come sit on my face."

When she climbed off of the foot of the bed, she walked around the side of the bed and Pete was able to see her in her birthday suit for the first time. She had changed into white garters and stockings and into white platform heels. He saw she had a tiny amount of pussy hair. She was shaved everywhere but there, but the erotic thing is it almost appeared like she had never shaved or trimmed that little strip of hair. It was long, almost long enough to braid! She took position over his mouth. Amanda released his hands and he wrapped them around Sylvia's small ass cheeks and opened her up so he could breathe, and also enjoy the view of this other very sexy girl.

He began, just like with Amanda, slowly working at her opening with his tongue. After a few minutes of that, he heard her say to Amanda, "Does he actually know where the clit on a girl is?"

Amanda said something he couldn't quite make out what it was, but when he heard Sylvia's complaint he locked his mouth around her clit and the ring located there and sucked on it, pulling it slightly into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. He almost busted out laughing when she exclaimed, "He found it and oh boy did he find it!" She started grinding her pussy on his mouth and said, "Oh yeah suck my clit like that again!"

Pete realized that he was now at the point of no return. The laughter had set it off. He let out a grunt and announced, "I'm gonna cum!"

Amanda said, "Oh shit! I am too!"

Pete's orgasm unleashed a pent up flood of semen inside Amanda, and with her excellent muscle control was pretty sure he was going to lose his dick inside of her while she was cumming. The muscles contracted and release so tightly it almost felt like she was literally going to pinch it off and keep it for herself! All that did was heighten his orgasm even more not to mention she had suddenly gotten even more wet as well!

Pete wasn't aware that he had been doing almost the same thing to Sylvia's clit. He had it sucked into his mouth, using enormous pressure, and she had started to cum as well, mostly from the fact he wouldn't let go and never had stop flicking it with his tongue during his orgasm! She commenced bucking on his mouth. Suddenly Sylvia let out a growl and announced she was going to cum too. Pete released the pressure on her clit and she protested, "No, suck on it some more! Please!" He sucked it back into his mouth and flattened his tongue against it and dragged it across her clit inside his mouth.

Amanda at about that time collapsed on top of Pete and quietly whispered to him, "Stick a finger in her ass."

Pete stuck his right index finger into Sylvia's ass, all the way up to the knuckle on his hand. Sylvia responded with an, "Oh fucking yeah!" and bucked on his mouth even harder. He moved his finger in and out, with hard and fast thrusts, until she began to relax once her cum had subsided.

They all lay in a heap together. Exhausted, but certainly not done. Sylvia asked Amanda, "Did he cum inside you?"

All Amanda could do was nod to her that he had.

Sylvia said, "Can I have a taste?"

Amanda grinned and nodded again.

Pete moved off the bed and sat on a chair against the wall facing the bed. As he sat up, moisture on his crotch cascaded from his body in rivulets to the floor, "What the hell?" he thought before he remembered Sylvia's warning about Amanda being a squirter.

Sylvia lay on her back while Amanda straddled her face and felt Sylvia's tongue go to work on her pussy, licking and sucking Pete's juices out of her. Amanda's clit was still hypersensitive to Sylvia's warm and wet tongue and when it made too much contact, Amanda would jump slightly and make her protest by hissing in air loudly.

Pete was surprised that his hand found his cock semi-erect so soon. Watching the two girls play on the bed in front of him, especially knowing that one of them was eating his load from the other ones slot was incredibly hot for him to witness.

His first attempt to stand was delayed by his damp butt adhering to the leather seat of the chair he was sitting on, but once he was completely detached from it, he crawled onto the bed and positioned his newly engorged cock at the entrance of Sylvia's pussy. He raised her thin, yet shapely and stocking adorned legs, taking an ankle in each hand and pushed his cock into her, she replied with an, "Oh fuck yeah!"

Pete realized that her pussy didn't have quite the muscle control of Amanda's. Sylvia immediately disengaged a hand from under Amanda and began rubbing her clit. Her hips raising and lowering as he pumped harder into her. He slipped out and ran his hard cock over her clit and up to her long patch of pussy hair, then back down and into her pussy again.

"Put it in my ass," she said to him.

"Not unless you ask nicely," he said back.

"Please fuck my ass," she said sweetly.

"Tell me how bad you want it in your ass."

"Oh please, I want to feel you fucking me in my ass."

"Nope, not good enough. Tell me why you want it there."

She paused a second and said, "Because it feels so good there. You're cock will make me cum if you fuck me in my ass. Please?"

He pulled out of her and said, "Turn around, I want to do your ass doggy style with Amanda's head between your legs licking your clit while I do your ass."

Both girls moved into the requested position, Pete said to Amanda, "Put me in her ass."

Amanda began rubbing Sylvia's clit with her fingers and pulled Pete's cock into her mouth, getting the head wet with her spit. She then guided him to Sylvia's butt crack and the top hole there and used her other hand to push Sylvia back onto his dick, a dick that has never ass fucked before! Sylvia let out another, "Oh fuck!" as she felt the head enter her.

Amanda then began to use her tongue on her friends pussy and watched as Pete's cock pushed deeper and deeper into Sylvia's anal cavity. She saw him pull out and thrust back in quickly causing her friend to say a string of nasty words. Finally his hard and constant thrusts, combined with her tongue work opened Sylvia's floodgates for the second time ever for her. Sylvia bucked back onto Pete's cock and as his cock pulled, Sylvia would squirt Amanda in the face. He'd thrust back into her and Amanda would attempt to lick her clit, but he'd already be on the way out again and she'd get a fresh dousing from Sylvia. It went on like that until she realized she had better duck off to the side and just rub her friends vagina and love button or else she was going to need to grow gills! Amanda saw him pound Sylvia's ass hard for quite a few minutes and suddenly he pulled out of her and heard him command, "Suck my cock Amanda, I'm gonna cum!"

Amanda moved back into position and took his cock, fresh out of Sylvia's ass into her mouth and began pumping it as best she could with her manicured hand. Seconds later, because of her vantage point, she saw his balls pull up into his body and a loud grunt come from him and her mouth was flooded with his sperm package. She sucked on him and more grunts came from with his hips jerking his rod into her mouth as more ejaculate left him and into her mouth.

As Pete's cock finished twitching, Sylvia turned around and helped Amanda finish the final eddy's of his load dribble out onto her face. Sylvia opened her mouth and began kissing Amanda and tasting his cum on her lips and in her mouth. She eventually licked the rest of it off of her friends face.

Pete, at one point, couldn't hold himself up any longer and collapsed onto the bed and rolled over onto his back. Often times, an old high school knee injury would re-announce its presence after sex and he'd have to straighten out, the second go around with these two sexy ladies brought the throbbing ache back, "It really sucks getting old!" he thought to himself.




The Library Ch. 36



The girls were finishing trading his frothy cum back and forth when they heard him let out a short, but loud snore. They exchanged quiet smiles and got up out of the bed and put a soft blanket over him and went into the bathroom to clean up and shower together before he woke up. "Where'd you meet him?" Sylvia asked.

"Grocery shopping," Amanda said while turning on the spray of the water.

"Hmm, not bad! Did you get the reading material?"

"Yup," Amanda kicked off her black stilettos and she stepped into the stream of warm water. Sylvia followed her in a few seconds later after removing her platform heels and lingerie.

As Pete snored in the bedroom, the sounds of soaking wet and sudsy sex emanated from behind the steam of the warm spray in the shower room beside him.