Chapter 7

LYNN

“Mom, I’m at the store now. I’m unlocking the door as we speak. I’m in. Bye,” I say, ending the call. I drop my stuff on the counter and flip the open sign.

My parents own a bookstore in town. It’s one of those places that sells both new and used books. I buy your unwanted books, giving you a little cash or a discount on your next purchase.

My parents have retired from the business, leaving me in charge. If I’m not here on time to open up, my mom calls to check on me.

I’m stashing my backpack under the counter when the door chimes. I look up to see Marg and Peggy, each carrying a shoebox.

“Hey, ladies. What treasures did you bring me today?”

They set their boxes on the counter and open them. They’re filled with paperbacks. Peggy’s box is a mix of mysteries and horror, while Marg’s is mostly romance with a few erotica thrown in.

These ladies, probably in their seventies, are avid readers. They come in every week to pick up a new stack of books.

I pick up one of the erotica books and glance at Marg. “I didn’t realize you picked this up last week.”

“I got it last month. I just read it several times,” she admits, blushing.

Peggy snatches the book and examines it. “Was it good?”

Marg nods, grinning.

“You’re such an old hussy. I’ll take this one,” Peggy declares, starting a new pile.

I can’t help but laugh.

“I heard Chelsea has been writing?” Marg asks.

“She has. Her first book was a success and got picked up by Fesser Publishing. We should see something in the next couple of months.”

“I always knew she was going to be a writer someday,” Peggy says.

“What genre does she write?” Marg asks.

“Erotic romance,” I reply. Both ladies’ eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Really?” Peggy says.

“You know it takes a dirty mind to write stuff like that,” Marg says, trying to look innocent.

“You would know, you old hussy,” Peggy retorts.

We all burst into laughter. My phone beeps with a text message. It’s from Chelsea.

Chelsea

Have you heard from Zoey?

Lynn

No, why?

Chelsea

I took her home this morning. She wasn’t feeling good, and I wanted to see if she’s ok. She’s not answering her phone.

Lynn

I’ll see what I can do.

Chelsea

Thanks, love you.

Lynn

Love you back.

I try calling Zoey, but it goes straight to voicemail. I hang up and send her a text.

Lynn

Girl, are you ok? Call me.

I put my phone away and glance down the aisle. The ladies are already carrying an armful of books. Then the door chimes again.

An older man shuffles in, looking like he might be homeless. He’s wearing several layers of clothing and an old beanie.

“Can I help you with something?” I ask.

He rushes to the counter. “You will die if you don’t stay away,” he shouts.

“Excuse me?”

“The house is haunted. It’s been haunted for over a hundred years.”

“Whose house is haunted?” I ask.

“It tried to kill me, but my will is too strong.”

“What tried to kill you?”

“The hospital in the back wasn’t really a hospital,” he continues, still shouting.

At this point, I’m convinced he’s lost his mind. I have no idea what he’s talking about.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” I say, pointing toward the door. “Please leave.”

“Heed my warning. If you go back, you will die and become the haunted,” he warns before slamming the door so hard the bell nearly falls off. He runs out of the bookstore.

I turn to see Marg and Peggy, arms full of books, mouths hanging open.

“What the hell was that?” I ask them.

“Who was that?” Marg asks.

“I have no idea. I thought maybe you knew him.”

“I’ve never seen him before,” Marg says.

“What house is haunted?” Peggy asks.

“I have no idea.”

CHELSEA

It’s been a while since I’ve cooked for anyone. When Brian and I were together, we’d usually eat out. We lived near the city, so we’d drive a few miles to our favorite restaurant.

Now, I’m sweating over the stove. I glance at the clock and see I have fifteen minutes before Chris arrives. I turn everything down low and dash upstairs for a quick shower.

Ten minutes later, I’m dressed in matching panties and bra, shorts, and a tank top. I want to be comfortable while eating with company.

I head downstairs with a few minutes to spare. I check on dinner and give it a stir. Then I open a bottle of wine and pour myself a glass.

There’s a knock on the back door. “Eight o’clock on the dot,” I say. “Come in.”

The back door swings open, and he walks in. He’s wearing faded blue jeans and a light blue shirt that matches his eyes. The shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his chest muscles.

I catch my breath as he strides into the kitchen.

“Evening,” he says. “I wasn’t sure what to wear. I didn’t know if it was casual. But, I see, I did okay.”

“Yeah, I wanted to be comfy tonight,” I tell him, lifting my wineglass. “Want some?”

“Sorry, I don’t drink,” he replies, moving closer.

I take a sip from my glass. Now he’s right in front of me. I can tell he’s fresh from the shower—he smells so clean. I can feel the warmth radiating from his chest; that’s how near he is. I set my glass aside.

“You’re kinda close, don’t you think?”

“Not close enough.”

His hands cradle my face, then he leans in for a kiss. I try to push him away, my hands on his chest, but I can’t.

His lips meet mine. They’re soft, slightly damp. My hands are still on his chest, trying to push him away, but my arms aren’t cooperating.

Then I feel his tongue on my lips, seeking entrance. My mouth opens and lets him in. Our tongues meet, gently exploring each other.

My mind is screaming for me to stop, but my body craves more.

His hands drop to my hips, pulling me closer. He breaks away from our kiss, looking down at me. His eyes are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. They’re speckled with gray and a hint of green.

I gaze into his eyes, and it feels like I’m peering into his soul. Pure. Safe. I start to melt, right there in the kitchen.

He lifts my tank top over my head, then kisses me again, his tongue dancing with mine. With a flick of his finger, my bra falls to the floor, revealing my breasts. I don’t even attempt to cover them.

My nipples are hard, aching. He lowers his head and takes one in his mouth. I hold his head as my eyes roll back. His mouth is warm and wet as he swirls his tongue.

My mind is screaming at me to stop, repeating, ~You don’t even know him~. ~You just met him today.~ ~Stranger danger~ echoes in my head.

~Overruled~, my body tells my mind, letting Chris have his way with me.

He bends down, his tongue still on me. He licks between my breasts, making his way to my belly button.

While his tongue is still on my stomach, I feel him unbutton my shorts, then he pulls both my shorts and panties off in one swift motion. He tosses them aside with the rest of my clothes.

He lifts me by my hips and sets me on the breakfast bar. Now I’m completely naked in front of a stranger in my kitchen.

He meets my gaze as I part my legs.

He smiles as he gently pushes me to lie down on the bar. He leans down and starts to kiss my breasts, moving lower down my body.

From my stomach to the top of my pussy, he kisses the inside of my right thigh, then my left. He teases me with his tongue, circling my pussy.

I lift my head to watch. He looks up at me. “Eat my pussy,” I tell him. It’s the only thing I can think to say. Seconds later, he engulfs my pussy, his tongue assaulting my clit.

I climax on his face in seconds, my hips bucking. I grab his short brown hair, pushing his head harder onto me. His hands come up and take hold of my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I climax again.

Somehow, this man has discovered all my erogenous zones within the first ten minutes. It took Brian almost two years to figure out what I liked.

Now I’m gushing. His face is working me over, almost to the point of passing out. Every inch of my body is tingling with anticipation.

He flicks my clit with his tongue, his top teeth grazing it. Now I’m screaming as I climax again, shaking uncontrollably.

He stands up, looking down at me. I look back at him as he wipes his face with his arm. I just stare at him, panting.

He extends his hand. I take it, and he helps me to my feet. My legs are too weak to stand, so I drop to my knees. Somehow, this puts his crotch right in my face.

He looks down with a smile as I unbutton his jeans. Then I pull the zipper down.

I tug at the sides and pull them down to his ankles, and he steps out of them. He’s not wearing any underwear.

I look up to see his cock right in front of my face, and it’s perfect. Not too long or thick. Probably about eight inches with just the right thickness. To me, it’s perfect.

He’s semi-hard when I take hold of him. I gently kiss the head, and I hear him moan. I get his entire shaft nice and wet. He places his hand behind my head as I take him in my mouth.

I was never able to deep throat Brian. I would gag when I got halfway down.

Chris is much bigger, but his cock slides down my throat with no problems. At one point, my nose touches the trimmed hair above his crotch. I pull away and swallow, looking at him.

“I can’t believe I just did that!” I tell Chris, looking up at him.

He looks down at me and smiles. He guides my head back onto his cock as it slides down my throat again. I grab his ass cheeks as he starts to fuck my face.

After a couple of minutes, his cock is rock hard. I pull away from his cock and look up at him.

“I want you to fuck me with this gorgeous cock,” I tell him, stroking him to keep him hard.

~Oh my god! Did I just tell him what I want?~ I never told Brian what to do. I would let him do whatever he wanted as long as I got off too.

This man is awakening all my sexual desires, and I don’t feel guilty for telling him.

He bends down and lifts me up. I jump into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He carries me up the stairs to my bedroom. He gently lays me down in the middle of the bed. I spread my legs for him to come closer.

He stands at the foot of the bed, stroking himself. I catch myself biting my lower lip while circling my clit.

I beckon him to come to me. He slowly climbs onto the bed, crawling on his hands and knees, making his way between my legs.

I grab his head and pull him to mine. My tongue darts out and touches his lips as he opens his mouth.

He eases himself onto me, his hands cradling my shoulders. I gasp as I feel the tip of his hard cock pushing into me, and then he’s all the way in, filling me completely.

“How did you do that?” I manage to ask, my breath hitching. His only response is a smile and a playful wink.

His hips lift off me, then he’s sinking back in, setting a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

~Oh my god. I’m going to cum again~, I think to myself. His tongue teases mine as he picks up the pace.

I’ve always been flexible, a cheerleader in high school. So I hook my legs over his shoulders, watching as he drives into me, my body sinking into the bed.

“You like that, pussy?” I hear myself say.

My mind reels. ~What the hell, Chelsea. You never talk during sex.~

“But it feels so good,” I blurt out. Chris looks at me, a question in his eyes.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. Just keep fucking me,” I tell him.

Suddenly, he’s pounding into me, a relentless rhythm that has me screaming as he pulls out and I squirt all over the bed.

“Holy shit. I’ve never done that before,” I admit, grinning widely. He slides back into me, no hands needed, and resumes his delicious assault.

I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve cum. He pulls out, flips me onto my stomach, and closes my legs.

He straddles my ass, and I feel him pushing into me again. With my legs closed, everything feels tighter.

He gathers my arms behind my back, holding them there with one hand while the other hand reaches for my hair, pulling my head back.

I glance back to see him driving his cock into me. I scream as another orgasm builds, this one so intense I nearly black out from forgetting to breathe.

Suddenly, I hear a growl from behind me. Then I feel something hot filling me.

~He’s cumming inside me.~

I’m relieved I’m on the pill, but still, it would have been nice if he’d asked. Like, ~Hey, where do you want it?~

But I can’t complain. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.

He pulls out slowly and settles next to me. I roll over and press a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“You’re welcome.”

Then I close my eyes.