"Can I take you out to dinner then? I think maybe we should slow things down, spend some time together doing the so-called normal things." He clenched the table in both hands as he waited for her answer, and she'd bet he didn't even know he was doing it. The fact that she had the power to make him nervous made her want to forgive him all the more."I know a great barbecue place not too far away," she offered. "We wouldn't have to dress up or anything. Just throw on some flip-flops and go.""You're asking a Texan to go to a barbecue place in South Carolina?" The teasing glint was back in his eyes and her heart lifted."Boy, you haven't tasted real barbecue until you've had Charleston barbecue." She stood and shook out her mostly dry hair. "Come on. Tonight you can drive and I'll buy dinner." She hoped he recognized an olive branch when he saw one. And a test. Could he stand to let her buy dinner?"Yes ma'am." He drained his glass and stood. "Anything you want."Well, at least he's
All that ran through Matt's mind as he locked the door behind him, grabbed the box of condoms and followed Summer through to the master bedroom was, Thank you, thank you, thank you! She'd given him another chance. He wasn't stupid enough to waste it.Inside the bedroom, Summer waited beside the bed, which was still rumpled from earlier. She'd already kicked off her flip-flops and had her hands on the waistband of her jeans."Hold it right there," he said. "I'd like to undress you this time - if you don't mind, that is.""Not at all." She licked her lips, and his cock pulsed against the fly of his jeans.He kicked off his own sandals and walked toward her. "Am I still allowed to tell you what to do in the bedroom?" It was a serious question. He'd always been the dominant one in their sexual encounters - well, almost always.She dipped her head. "I'd like that. But just in the bedroom. That's the only part of my life where I'm at all submissive. Can you deal with that?""I get it.
Matt picked up one of the strips of toweling and knotted it to the foot rail of the bed. "No safe words, no games. Just say no or ask me to stop at any time, and I will, no questions asked. Okay?""Perfect." Summer looked up at him, her eyes wide, her smile trusting. Lifting her foot for him to secure it, she stayed otherwise utterly still.He looked up at the wetness coating her pussy and could practically taste her on his tongue. It didn't take him long to tie the other foot, spreading her open for him."Hurry," she murmured. He could tell she was struggling to keep her hips from wriggling. "I want you, Matt.""I want you too, darlin'. But part of this game is that you only talk if I ask you a question. Got it?""Yes, Matt." She licked her lips and watched him tie her right hand to the headboard.Finally, when he had the left secured, he stood next to the nightstand, stripped off his jeans and rolled a condom onto his aching cock. He looked down at Summer, who eyed his erection
The next two days flew by in a haze of passion, shopping and getting to know one another. Summer took Matt to the mall for sheets and towels. He treated her to ice cream cones on the beach. They swam and made love and occasionally came up for air.Monday, they waited at Matt's house while things were delivered, and Summer fell in love with the twenties-era jewel. Looking around, she could see how well their tastes coincided. They even tried out the pool - without swimsuits.Now it was Monday night and the idyll was over. Summer's family would arrive in the morning. Shortly before sunset, she put on her blue and white sundress and grabbed her turquoise beach blanket."Come on. I want to talk to you down at the beach." She took Matt by the hand, delighted that he was still wearing a pair of cutoffs, like her, mimicking their dreams.He came along willingly, taking the blanket and spreading it out on the sand. Both of them brushed off their feet before sitting down cross-legged in the
Part 5: All Hallows Evie"Thanks for the help." Sam Holiday waved from the porch of his new - well, old but new to him - house, as the last carload of his siblings drove away. He eased down onto the porch swing and sipped a beer as the autumn sunset painted the sky. He'd turn thirty-five in ten days and he'd just bought his first home. It felt damn good. Now if only he had someone to share it with.Shaking off that thought, Sam got up and went into his kitchen to clean up the remains of the pizza, beer and soda he'd fed his family to bribe them into helping him paint, clean and finally move in. It had been a long month of repairs to get the old Victorian lady into shape, and he still had a long way to go. But at least now the wiring and plumbing were up to code, and he had a decent kitchen, bath and bedroom. The rest would come. Including, someday, maybe, a wife and family to help fill up all those empty rooms upstairs.In the last two years, Sam's four siblings, one older and thr
By morning, he'd almost convinced himself that Evie had been a dream. He would have, except for two things. The first was that weird stuff often happened around the Holiday family. The second was that this wasn't the first time in his life Sam had seen a ghost. They were all over the place at his grandparents' family home in England, and 'round about town here in Charleston.He had to admit, though, Evie was the first ghost who'd turned him on. All night long he'd had wild, sexual dreams about the blonde beauty. His body still quivered with frustration.Today, he was damn well going to find out who she was. He'd taken the time off from work to move into his house, so he didn't have anywhere he needed to be, not until after Halloween. Painting would wait. Finding out about his ghost wouldn't.Sam had a file on the history of his house from the local historical society, including some old newspaper articles. Flipping through them, he found her almost at once."Evangeline Bonnell, age
Sam stared at the space where a moment ago Evie had stood. Was she still there, staring back at him? Probably. More importantly, had she really said she wanted him to have sex with her?He didn't think that would be a hardship. His raging hard-on was shouting for joy.Tomorrow, she'd said, she'd have a little longer. He glanced at his watch. 12:06. She'd been here for just under six minutes.Last night he'd seen her vanish at about 12:03.Did that mean her time doubled every night until Halloween? Sam wasn't a math whiz - being an art major, he hadn't had to be - but he figured that meant by Halloween she'd have the whole day, or most of it anyway. Ten or twelve hours the day before. Yeah, he could do a lot in that amount of time to teach her about the joys of sex. Tomorrow, though, with just eleven to twelve minutes, he wouldn't be able to do much but talk. He carried his popcorn and beer into the bedroom, flopped down on top of the covers and grabbed the sketch pad and pencil he
Throughout the day, Sam added questions to his list of things to ask Evie. He also had another goofy idea, and ran out to an erotic video store for a couple of possibilities. She'd said she could see and hear when she wasn't visible. While he was there, he picked up a couple toys he had ideas for later in the week. His plan wasn't entirely fleshed out yet - some of that would depend on Evie's answers to his questions. He also picked up some serious groceries. He was too old to live on pizza and takeout. Besides, Sam liked to cook - and he wasn't half bad, if he did say so himself. One of the reasons he'd bought this particular house was the big, sunny kitchen.He'd just started putting together a Thai chicken saté for his dinner when the front doorbell rang. His sister Star stood there with her husband Theo - the guy who had been Sam's best friend since college. Star and Theo had gotten married over a year ago and it had finally stopped feeling weird to Sam to think of them as a coupl
Sam watched Evie survey the last few kids out and about. He was just about to turn off the lights and call it a night. Time for one last interlude with the woman he loved. Her song had haunted his mind all day. Likely it would the rest of his life.He saw the young teen walking alone and heard the car come around the corner far too fast. In the moonlight, his heart lurched as he saw Evie start to run.Sam vaulted the porch rail and nearly caught up to her just as she shoved the kid out of the path of the car.He was just close enough to see it strike her, to see her beautiful face as she screamed and fell.The car screeched to a halt and the driver burst out of the door as Sam frantically searched for Evie, calling her name.But all trace of her was gone. No blood marred the pavement.The kid picked himself up off the grass and turned. "What the fuck?" Eyes wide, he looked up at Sam. "Dude, you saved my life. But I could have sworn it was a chick."Sam swallowed hard. He remembe
She pulled back to look him in the eyes. "Me too, Sam. I don't regret a moment, not for myself. Knowing you was worth a hundred-year wait. But you...you have to go on living. Promise me you'll try to find someone. A kind woman who can make you laugh again, who can share your life, maybe give you a family to fill this old, lonely house.""I can't promise that." He wiped the tears from her cheek with his thumb. "After you - I don't know that any other woman would ever measure up."No, this couldn't be happening. It was all right for him to care about her, and it was fine for him to have broken her heart. She'd given it freely. But Sam had so much life ahead of him. "You have to promise to try. The Fates wouldn't be so cruel, Sam. There's a living, breathing woman out there for you somewhere. Please don't give up." She sniffled as more tears spilled down her cheeks."Don't cry anymore, Evie." His voice, already hoarse, cracked. "I promise, sweetheart. I'll try. Just maybe not right awa
It was Evie's last day and he wanted it to be perfect. He'd offered her the option of doing anything she wanted. He loved handing out candy to trick-or-treaters, but he'd happily skip this year if there was something else she wanted to do.As it turned out, Evie's preferences were pretty simple. They spent the hours from midnight 'til dawn in bed. Then he showed her the joys of shower sex, taking her up against the wall with the water spraying all around them. He shaved her legs for her because she wanted to look more modern, if only for him.And that led to his carefully shaving her all the way up, until her luscious pussy was as bare and pink as could be. Of course he couldn't resist diving in to taste then filling her so she could feel the difference without hair.Then he finally let her get dressed. They were both moving gingerly when they made their way down the stairs for brunch. He hadn't had a workout like this since - well, ever."I have a birthday gift for you," she told
It took a little experimentation for Evie to find the motion that worked best - not that anything felt bad with Sam inside her and his hands on her breasts. Finally she settled on an up-and-down movement, with her hands braced on his shoulders. His cock rubbed her in just the right spots. She felt herself going higher, tighter than ever before.When Sam took one hand off her nipple, she almost cried out at the loss. She watched him lick his index finger and wondered what he was about to do, though she was so caught up in fucking him she really didn't care. She was close, so close to her climax, and she trusted him implicitly.He reached behind her and placed the tip of his finger on her anus, pressing it just a tiny bit inside the tight opening.Evie gasped. "Sam?""Do you like it?" he rasped.It was odd, but not unpleasant. She nodded, still riding him frantically. "Good," he grunted, thrusting up hard into her cunt at the same time as his finger pressed harder, up to the first k
"Want to light a fire tonight?" he asked as they rounded the last corner and approached their house. "We could make love on that rug in front of the fireplace.""Oh yes," she breathed, beaming up at him. A few minutes later she sat on his sofa sipping wine while he built a fire in the old brick hearth. She kicked off her shoes and socks, even removed her jacket and sweater, and waited for him in just her jeans and camisole, her hard nipples rasping on the silk as she watched the flex of his strong muscles underneath his snug knit shirt.When he was done, he went to wash his hands, returning in nothing but yet another pair of colorful cotton undershorts. He set a small bundle on the hearth then watched as Evie stripped off her jeans and joined him on the fluffy cotton rug.This time, she took the initiative, dropping to her knees in front of him and taking his face between her hands as she kissed him.He tasted of strawberries and wine and smelled faintly of his lemon-scented soap a
They settled Ghengis in his crate and made their way up the stairs. Sam laid out the clothes he'd bought then shaved and brushed his teeth, changing into a clean shirt and jeans while Evie watched. His ghost was quite the little voyeur. Then at the stroke of midnight, he met her in the hallway and this time it was he who pulled her down the hall to the bedroom - after a long, spine-tingling kiss.He swatted her backside playfully when she groped his cock. "None of that, woman. Not yet, at least. Now we're off to see the world." There was so much he wanted to show her, and so little time."Fine." She tugged off the nightgown she'd worn during the day and studied the garments on the bed. "You have excellent taste, Sam. I suppose that goes with being an artist." It took just seconds for her to pull on the silky bikini underpants and camisole. Slender as she was, she didn't need a bra.She eyed the jeans with delight. "I wore my brother's old trousers only once when I was little - my fa
Evie let Sam help her from the bed. He had been bigger than her fingers, and her body was fully corporeal this time. There was a bit of tenderness between her legs, but sex with Sam had been worth every pang and twinge. He sat her on a stool in the bathroom with a glass of water while he disposed of the used condom then filled his oversized bathtub with water. The scent of lavender and vanilla perfumed the room as fluffy white bubbles foamed up in the tub."Here." He watched while she bundled her hair into the now-familiar plastic clip then handed her two small brown pills from a plastic bottle. "These are pain relievers. They may or may not work on you, but they shouldn't cause any harm.""Thank you." She swallowed the tablets, marveling at how far medicine had come since she was alive. Willow bark tea had done some good but it had tasted horrible. These pills she couldn't even taste. "It doesn't hurt badly - and I don't regret it for a moment." He hadn't asked but she'd learned to
"Let's make sure it was worth the wait." Sam kissed Evie again, taking back control and making sure she knew just how much he wanted her. He pushed down her shorts then his and pulled back from the kiss just long enough to lift her top over her head. Once they were both naked, he cradled her head in one hand and her ass with the other as he kissed her until neither of them could breathe."Oh yes," she moaned against his lips when they came up for air.Evie sagged toward the bed, and Sam eased her down to the sheets and gazed at her, her pale skin glowing against the burgundy silk. He'd lit the candles again, their glow adding a burnished gleam to her skin and hair. Soft jazz played in the background and the scent of vanilla perfumed the room. The setting was as perfect as he could make it, though not as perfect as Evie. He lay down beside her and kissed her again, this time with all the reverence he was feeling.Her response was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through his skin a
He spent awhile working on his computer but couldn't concentrate. Forcing himself to wait until eleven to start preparing, he gave up trying to work. Instead, he spent a while sketching Evie in various poses, including some he'd only imagined, like outside on a rope swing under a willow tree. Finally, with just an hour more to wait, Sam went upstairs, put the new silk sheets he'd bought onto his bed and arranged the roses he'd smuggled into the fridge before she'd come into the kitchen. He had a pair of silk pajamas for her to wear between her appearances this time, and had carefully hand washed her own garments so they'd be ready when it was time for her to leave. He left a bottle of massage oil warming in a sink of hot water and went back downstairs to prepare her treat - a lightly baked wheel of brie with an apricot glaze and a warmed baguette. A crisp white wine waited in the fridge.Tonight he had an hour and a half. He was still determined not to take her virginity until tomorro