Good Night Grace

Eric was already in bed, when Marie entered the bedroom.

“Are you sure about this,” she asked.

“It will be fine,” Grace said as she placed her hands on her shoulders and led Marie over to the bed.

Grace kneeled down behind Marie and ran her hands up Marie’s legs, under her night shirt and pulled down her white cotton panties.

“You won’t be needing these,” she said and tossed them in the hamper next to the door. Marie’s cheeks turn red. Eric smiled at her, pulled back the sheet that was covering him and patted the bed.

Marie joined him on the bed. She sat next to him, he put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. Then he placed his hand on her thigh, and slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth.

“Comfortable?” Eric asked.

Marie nodded, she leaned closer to him, he gently kissed her lips. Then she parted her lips and he slid his tongue into her mouth, she eagerly sucked on his tongue, kissing him back.

Marie let out a moan as Eric rubbed her breasts, gently pinching her nipple. Grace undressed and laid next to Eric’s legs, she ran her hands over his crotch, rubbing against his cock. She slid her fingers into the waistband of his lounge pants and pulled them off in one fluid movement. Grace made herself comfortable between Eric’s legs and begin, stroking his cock.

Eric moaned and helped Marie off with her night shirt, he moved down and took her firm breast into his mouth, sucking on her nipple. While thumbing and squeezing the other breast. Maria watched as Grace worked Eric’s cock, sliding her hands up and down, and licking from the base to the tip of his shaft.

Marie felt herself becoming more aroused, watching Grace suck Eric’s now hard cock, as Eric’s hand had now found its way between Marie’s legs. He was rubbing her clit, and sliding his fingers in and out of her now wet pussy.

“Grace, please,” Marie asked.

Grace stopped and sat up, “Please what?”

“Please let me,” she said getting flustered.

Grace smiled at her, “Please let you what?”

“Please let me fuck Eric,” she spouted out all in one breath.

Grace couldn’t help but laugh, Eric started laughing and then Marie found herself giggling along with them.

Grace moved towards Marie and kissed her on the lips.

“Yes,”

They reposition themselves, Eric laid flat on his back in the middle of the bed, Marie straddles his hips and Grace helps by taking Eric’s cock and rubs it along Marie’s pussy. Then Marie slowly sinks down onto his cock, taking in the incredible sensations she is feeling. How he is pushing into her and she is stretching to accommodate his thick, hard cock. Marie moves her hips back and forth, grinding her clit along Eric’s cock.

Grace kisses Marie and then moves down to kiss Eric. Eric grabs the back of Grace’s neck and thrusts his tongue into her mouth kissing her deeply. He is enjoying how wet and tight Marie is.

Grace starts rubbing her pussy, while watching Marie fuck Eric, she fingers her clit sending shivers of excitement up and down her spine. Then she slides her fingers into her wet pussy making herself cum. As Marie is now ridding Eric’s cock, he grabs her hips and thrusts himself into her, Marie screams out.

Eric moves Marie off of him and turns her over onto her stomach, he pulls her hips up so that she is now on her hands and knees. He leans down and licks her dripping pussy. Grace moves in front of Marie and spreads her legs, Marie smiles at Grace and lowers herself down between Grace’s legs. Marie starts licking and tasting Grace, sliding her tongue into her pussy.

Eric watches while Marie eats out Grace, then he slides his cock back into Marie’s pussy, slamming himself hard into her. He grabs her hips, watching Grace and fucks her, till she screams. Eric thrusts hard into her and cums deep in Marie.

Marie collapses on the bed, Eric moves over to Grace and kisses her.

“Good?” Grace asks Eric.

“Good,” he answers.

~ ~ ~ ~

Marie gets ready as usual to attend her counclling sessions to help her understand that what Father Gabriel was doing was wrong. But today just like the last three weeks she gets on bus 45 west instead of bus 23 south. The first time she did this, she just considered it a mistake. But now it has become a habit, she takes bus 45 west to the city park, she gets off the bus and sits on a bench staring out into the park.

Marie thinks she knows what’s going on, she can’t quite hear the voice yet, but she knows it’s there, whispering to her.

But today as she takes her seat on the bench, she closes her eyes and it’s there, no longer whispering.

“You know what must be done,” it says to her.

She opens her eyes and gazes out into the park.

“They are using you,” the voice echoes in her head.

“They must be punished,” it says.

Marie nods her head in agreement, she stands up and walks silently back to the bus stop.

Marie let’s herself into Eric’s apartment.

“Is that you Grace?” he calls from the bedroom.

“No, it’s just me,” Marie answers.

“You’re home early, how’s it going?”

Marie picks up a kitchen knife and walks towards the bedroom. She silently enters the bedroom, Eric is standing in front of the dresser. Marie doesn’t hesitate she moves behind him and runs the knife along his throat. Eric gasps for air, grabbing at his severed neck and falls to the floor. Marie watches as the blood pools around his body.

“Now for her,” the voice commands.

Marie waits standing in the bedroom with Eric’s lifeless body on the floor. She hears Grace open the door to the apartment.

“Anyone home?” she asks.

“We’re back here,” Marie answers.

Grace puts down her things and walks back to the bedroom. She enters the room, sees Eric’s body and starts to head for the door. Marie slams the door shut, grabs Grace from behind and hold the knife to her throat.

“Do you see what you made me do?” Marie asks.

“Why?” Grace asks trying to hold back tears.

“Because you took him away from me,” she screeched.

“Who, Father Gabriel?” Grace asked.

“Yes, good night Grace,” Marie pulled the knife along Grace’s neck spraying blood across the bedroom. Grace’s body fell to the floor.

Marie went into the bathroom, she undressed and stepped into the shower. As she washed she listened to the voice.

“Good girl,” it said.

“Now we can go home,”

Marie packed her things and left the apartment. She went to the Greyhound station and boarded a bus to Iowa.

Chances

So I am not going to lie, I enjoy reading erotica, seriously who doesn’t. I especially enjoy the short experience stories, the I had sex in an elevator, or she took me in the restroom. So I spend time browsing for erotic stories, the #nsfw ones, and when they are written well, I enjoy the experience.

One day as I was looking through a short fiction site that advertised their 8000 plus erotic story collection, I came across this one particular story. It was titled “The Yellow School Chair” it peaked my curiosity, so I clicked on it.

~ ~ ~ ~

The Yellow School Chair

From the moment I laid eyes on her, I wanted her. She was hot, short, curvy but cut she swam and biked. She was well toned, with shoulder length dirty blond hair, and dark green eyes. So I hit on her, and before I knew it we were down stairs in the campus library. I showed her the archive room, no one ever goes in there. It was a room full of bookshelves, boxes and clutter. I pulled out a yellow plastic school chair and placed it in the middle of the room. I asked her to have a seat. I walked around her, standing behind her, I ran my hands down her neck rolling my thumb over the scar at the base of her neck.

~ ~ ~ ~

I stopped reading, I reached up and ran my fingers across the back of my neck. There is no way that this is one of my personal experiences that someone else is writing about. It is a small world and all, but what are the chances, that someone I slept with in college, first off wrote about it, and secondly that I randomly found it. I thought about this for a moment, check who the author was. Which wasn’t any help because it was under a username. I continued reading, might as well see how it turned out.

~ ~ ~ ~

I ran my hands down her arms, then down her sides, I grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. I walked around to the front of the chair and kneeled down in front of her. I kissed across her collarbone and down in between her breasts. I slid her bra straps off of her shoulders and un fastened her bra, it fell to the floor. I took her soft brests into my hands carressing them, then I sucked on her nipples making them hard. She put her head back and moaned, as she ran her fingers through my hair. I nibbled and sucked on her breasts, rolling my tounge around her nipples. I moved back from her and motioned for her to stand up, she did and I unbuttoned, unzipped and slid her jeans off of her. I kissed her stomach and squeezed her ass, then I hooked my thumbs into the hips of her panties and slid them off. I asked her to sit back down and spread her legs, she did and I moved down between her soft thighs and lightly licked her pussy. She moaned and I slid my tounge into her, tasting her, feeling her. I sucked and licked sliding my tounge in and out of her. She squirmed and moaned I loved hearing her moan. I then slid my fingers inside of her, thrusting them in and out of her now drenched pussy. She bit her lip, pushed back against me and let out a scream, I keep fingering her. Till she begged me to stop.

Well that was intense, to read one of your own personal experiences, told by someone else. Once again I wonder what were the chances.

Building D Apartment 2

David opened the door to his apartment building and lead Sarah down the hall.

“Is this it?” Sarah asked.

“Yep, nothing fancy just a place to call home,” David unlocked the door and Sarah entered the apartment.

It was a simple one bedroom apartment, with a small kitchen, living room and bathroom.

“Nice,”

“Thanks, would you like a drink?”

“Sure, what do you have?” she asked.

“Water or soda?”

“I’ll take a water,”

David reached into the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. He handed one to Sarah.

“Would you like the tour?”

She smiled at him, ” Lead the way,”

“Let’s see, this is the kitchen,” he pointed to the right.

“This is the living room,” he pointed to the left.

David walked down the hall, “This is the bathroom,”

He continued down the hall, “And this is the bedroom,”

Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, and looked around. A simple layout queen-size bed, a couple of end tables, and a dress with a mirror.

“Nice,”

“Thanks,”

“So should we get started?” he asked.

Sarah opened her bottle of water, took a long drink, closed the lid and set it down on the end table.

“Sure,”

David was a good looking guy in his mid twenty’s, fit, active and wanted to make films. For which he was taking some courses up at the local community college. Which is where he met Sarah, they happen to have a creative writing class together.

He was immediately taken with her, saw her as a potential actress in one of his films. All daydreams at this point, he had introduced himself to her over lunch one day and they hit it off, making small talk about future goals and dreams.

There was also an attraction, Sarah wasn’t sure why, but knew it was there a chemical response to him. Maybe it was just her wanting some attention, she had broken up with her boyfriend a while ago and now found herself enjoying the attention David was giving.

David closed the blinds on the bedroom window and turned on the bedside lamp. He pulled the blue and grey striped bedspread down. Folding it back onto itself at the foot of the bed.

“Nice sheets,” Sarah said, as she took off her shoes, jeans and t-shirt.

She was wearing a matching set, purple satin panties and bra. Sarah was short, cute and cut, showing her defined muscles from years of biking and swimming.

“Very nice, but are you going to leave those on?” David pointed to her white socks.

She smiled and pulled them off.

David stood in front of her reached around the back of her head and pulled the elastic band out of her hair. Her dirty blonde hair fell across her shoulders.

“There that’s better,” David leaned in and gently kissed her. She raised up on her toes and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into her.

David ran his hands down her sides, and grabbing her ass. He gave it a squeeze, she opened her mouth and let his tongue slide into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, he let out a moan.

He stepped back from her and looked her over.

“Very nice indeed,”

Sarah laid on her back in the center of the bed. She ran her hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her purple panties. David took off his shoes, socks, pants and shirt.

“Nice, boxers,”

Smiling David crawled from the foot of the bed up towards Sarah. He spread her legs apart and kissed her inner thigh, while moving his thumb over the crotch of her purple panties.

He sat up, now kneeling between her legs, he hooked his thumbs into her panties next to her hips and pulled them off in one quick move. Tossing them to the floor.

David lowered himself between her legs and began to lick her pussy. He slid his tongue into her, enjoying her scent and wetness.

Sarah moaned, arched her back and grabbed him by the hair, pushing him in deeper. He moved his head away from her, slid his thumb over her pussy and rubbed her clit. Sarah closed her eyes and pushed against his thumb. David slid his finger inside her wet pussy and pushed against her, she shuddered from the sensation.

David made his way up to her breast, Sarah arched her back unfastened her bra and discarded on the floor. He caressed her breasts taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, then lightly biting her erect nipple.

“Fuck, what was that for?”

“Just seeing if you were still with me,”

David kissed her deeply. Sarah could taste herself on his lips. It excited her, she wanted to know what he tasted like.

“My turn,” she said as she pushed him onto his back.

Sarah pulled his boxes off and ran her hand along his hard cock. She lowered herself over him, still running her hand up and down his shaft. She licked the tip of his cock, slowly sliding it into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pushing against her mouth.

She sucked harder, letting him slide in and out of her mouth, enjoying the feeling of him. Sarah raised her head and moved closer to him, so that she could slide his cock in between her breasts.

“Yes,” he panted moving up and down with her. She took notice of the pre-cum dripping from him and slid his cock into her mouth. She enjoyed the taste of him.

“Fuck, stop,” he pushed her back off of him.

David stood up, grabbed his bottle of water and finished it off in one long drink.

“We need to slow down,” he said.

Sarah sat up in the middle of the bed.

“Really?”

“Yes, really, just take a breath,”

“Fine, then will you fuck me?” she asked looking at him with her bright green eyes and pouting lips.

“Yes, but I have a proposition for you,”

Sarah grabbed her bottle of water, “Ok, I am listening,”

“I want to make a film,” David stated.

Sarah finished off her bottle of water.

“Ok, and?”

“I want you to be in it, with another woman and me,”

“Like a porno?”

“Exactly, you, me and my girlfriend, Vanessa,”

Sarah held up her empty water bottle, “Do you have anything stronger?”

David smiled at her, “Are you game?”

“I have to meet Vanessa first, and we have to finish what we started here,”

“Do you want that drink now or after?” he asked.

“What do you think?”

David slipped his boxers on and headed to the kitchen.

Sarah pulled the sheet up over herself and took in the proposition.

David returned with two glasses of Jack Daniel’s with a splash of Coke. He handed her one, Sarah took a sip.

“Not bad,”

“Want one?” he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the dresser drawer.

“Sure,”

David lit the cigarette took a drag and handed it to Sarah.

“So do you have a script for this film of yours?”

David lit his own cigarette, nodded and went to the closet. He pulled down a file box, opened it and handed her a red folder.

Sarah thumbed through it while they finished of their drinks.

“Interesting, that’s one dirty little mind you have there,”

“Thanks, shall we get back to it?”

Sarah nodded, removed the sheet and stretched out on the bed.

“I’m all yours,”

David took his boxers off and laid next to her, he ran his fingers along her side and across her stomach. He leaned in and kissed her lips, cheeks and down her neck, to her breasts. He kissed each of them, then sucked on her nipple while thumbing the other one.

Sarah slid her hand down to his crotch and rubbed his cock, making him moan. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, coming up and running her thumb across the tip.

He moved on top of her, and rubbed his cock against her pussy, sliding just the tip in then, pulling it back out.

“Tease,” she said pushing him off of her and onto his back.

She straddled his hips, grabbed his cock and slid it into her pussy. She sat up, and thrusted her hips back and forth, feeling him push deep inside her.

He reached up and squeezed her breasts, moving his hips to meet her thrusts. She fell forward onto his chest and kissed him long and hard, while she slid his cock out of her.

She moved off of him, got on her hands and knees in the center of the bed. He kneeled behind her and slid his cock back into her and fucked her hard and fast.

*Smack* he slapped her ass.

“Fuck,” she cried out.

She pushed back against him, he pushed deep coming in her.

David collapsed on the bed next to her.

“So, ready to meet Vanessa?”

Sarah turned over and kisses him. “Sure, but can I shower first?”

“Go ahead, the handle is a little temperamental,”

Sarah got up and headed into the bathroom.

David lit a cigarette and called Vanessa.

 

 

 

 

October

I was walking through the woods on a dark and windy night. There was no moon in sight.

The cracking branches and crinkling leaves beneath my feet, something rushes past.

“What was that,” A shiver runs through my body.

Fingers fall upon my shoulder, cold and bony. I try to run, I trip and stumble.

I hit the ground. My mouth full of dead, wet leaves.

It grabs me by the ankles. I am being drug along the forest floor.

“No,” I scream, but no sound emerges from my mouth.

I open my eyes, it’s dark, and cold. I can’t focus on anything.

A shadowy figure moves across from me. I try to move, I am restrained.

It strikes a match, to light a lantern.

I get a glimpse of its grayish, pasty skin and those long bony fingers.

It looks at me.

 

Pieces

“Hello?” I answer the phone in that not quite awake voice.

“I know,” a woman’s voice states on the other end.

“You know what?” I croak out while trying to sit up in bed.

“That you and James have been together, you homewrecking bitch,” the voice blurts out.

“Karen? is that you, what are you talking about?” I ask confused in my half asleep state.

Click, the line went dead.

“Fuck, that’s not good,” I anounce to the empty room.

I glance at the illuminated clock radio, 3:56am.

I texted James:

So Karen just called me. WTF is going on.

I laid back down, I put my phone on silent and drifted off.

6am the alarm went off, playing some oldie but goodie song on KREX home of the golden oldies.

I smacked the snooze button, turned over and picked up my phone.

Two new texts: from James

Fuck, I came home from the opening I was covering for the paper, there was an empty bottle of wine along with the photo albums scattered on the table. Karen and I went round and round, apparently she hired a private investigator.

Second text: from James

Sorry, she threw me out, I am on your​ couch. Didn’t want to wake you.

“Ugh…” I put the phone down, stretched, got up and went into the living room.

There on my couch was James fast asleep, I covered him with a blanket and went to take a shower.

I started the coffee, made scrambled eggs with cheese and toast.

“Morning,” a tired voice said from across the room.

I turned and smiled at him.

“Morning, there’s food,”

“Your going to need your strength to explain to me what is going on,”

James got up, put his arms around me, kissed me on the forehead and went into the bathroom.

We sat at the table eating our breakfast in silence.

“So, care to fill me in?” I asked while clearing the table.

James took a very deep breath. I sat down across from him and took his hands in mine.

“Ok, about two months ago Karen caught me in a lie, I couldn’t talk my way out of. Shortly after that she hired a private investigator to follow me around. I guess she received his report yesterday,”

“Wait two months ago, that was the mayor’s​ dinner event we covered for the paper, what did she catch you on,”

“She had gotten sick and wanted me to come home, but I had turned off my phone, so she had to call her sister,”

“Why did you have your phone…oh yeah, nevermind,” I smiled at James.

“Well, fuck, now what?” I asked. James shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know, wasn’t expecting this,”

“Go home and talk to Karen, I want to know what that PI told her, maybe we can explain a misunderstanding to her,”

“Or I can just move in with you,” James said.

“Go find out what she knows first,”

He kissed me good bye, “I’ll call you later,”

I dressed and went to work.

James and I both work for the local newspaper, The Daily Star, your source for local news and events.

I sat at my desk, thinking over what James had said. I pulled out my daily planner, pretty much my diary of who, when and where, I flipped back to two months ago.

I am a little OCD when it comes to tracking things and keeping records. Two months ago on a Saturday the mayor’s dinner in the hotel ballroom. Notes on good food, who was there, what the mayor covered in his speech.

“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath, a little blue heart in the lower right corner.

A notation to myself​. I thumbed through a few more weeks, three more little blue hearts.

My phone buzzed, text from James:

I found what the PI saw. Two weeks ago, parking garage.

I turned to the date, there it was a little blue heart on a Tuesday in May.

I texted James back: Now what?

My phone buzzed, James:

Don’t know, he took pictures.

I put the phone down, leaned back in my chair and let out a sigh.

I decided to just work and deal with whatever fallout this caused. I collected my daily assignments and got to work.

My phone buzzed, James:

Sarah we need to talk, meet me for lunch 1:30pm, the deli across the street.

Sure, but you’re buying. I answered.

We sat down with our lunch in hand, turkey sandwiches with chips and an ice tea.

“So, what now?” I asked taking a bite of my sandwich.

“She’s mad and hurt, called me every name in the book, called you a few names,”

“Nice, what does she want,”

“That’s where it gets tricky, I have to tell you something, but I don’t think I should tell you while you’re eating,” James said.

I stopped eating, I was suddenly not hungry. I wrapped up the rest of my sandwich and put it along with the unopened chips back into the bag. I took a long drink of my ice tea.

“Ok, tell me,”

James took​ my hand and looked me in the eye.

“I love being with you, you get me and you know me,”

I could feel my throat getting tighter, my vision started to blur. I did not want to cry, not in front of him.

“Karen’s pregnant and…”

That was it. I was done, I got up grabbed my lunch and walked away. I made it into the office, went to the ladies room, and lost my lunch.

I stood in front of the mirror sobbing like a school girl, thinking about how stupid I was to get involved with a married man.

I pulled myself together enough to finish my assignments and went home.

My phone buzzed, James:

Can I please come over, I need to finish explaining everything to you.

My phone buzzed, James:

Please, Sarah I love you, you need to know everything.

“Fuck,” I said wiping away fresh tears.

I texted him back

You need to bring, a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of Jack. And you are going to answer all of my questions. Deal?

My phone buzzed, James:

Deal. I be over in a few.

There was a knock at the door.

I opened the door and there was James holding a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pack of cigarettes.

“Fine, come in,” I said and held the door open.

James kissed me on the check on his way in to the apartment.

“Thanks,” he pulled two glasses and dropped an ice cube in each. I opened the bottle and poured.

“Have a seat,” I motioned towards the kitchen table, while I found an ashtray and lighter in the junk drawer.

I opened the pack of cigarettes, took one out, lit it and took a deep drag. I exhaled slowly and took a seat across from James.

“Well, here we are,” I downed my drink and poured another.

“You know I never wanted to hurt you,” James said.

“I know, but you won’t ever leave Karen,”

“I can’t, not now,” he took a sip of his drink and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry,”

“Sorry that you’re​ ending it or that you got caught and have to end it?”

James sighed.

“Nevermind it doesn’t matter, we’re done,” I finished off my drink, put out my cigarette and got up.

As I set the glass down on the counter top James came up behind the, slid his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and leaned into him.

His feel, his smell so familiar and comforting. As mad and frustrated with him as I was, I still want him.

I turned to face him, leaned in and kissed him slowly, deeply letting my tongue slide into his mouth and taste him one more time.

I took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” James asked.

“Don’t talk, just enjoy it,” I took off my shirt and bra.

Then slid out of my pants and panties. I unbutton, unzipped and pulled off his jeans along with his boxers. James took off his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed.

I kneeled in front of him and rubbed his cock, making him hard. I slid his cock into my mouth sucking and rubbing up and I his shaft.

James ran his hands through my hair and let out a moan.

“Fuck, Sarah,”

I sucked harder, letting him slide deep into my mouth. I could taste his pre-cum, I slid his cock out of my mouth and licked around the tip.

“Like that?” I asked as I stood up in front of him.

James grabbed me and the waist and pulled me onto the bed. He moved down in between my legs, rubbing and kissing the inside of my thighs.

He kissed and licked my clit, sliding his tongue into my pussy. I let out a moan and he pushed in deeper, making my pussy wet from his tonuging.

James moved up my body, kissing and caressing me. He ran his hand over my breast pinching my nipple, rolling his tongue over it then clamping down and sucking.

I reached down and rubbed his cock, sliding my hand up and down his shaft. He slid his fingers into my wet pussy, I arched my back as his fingers slid deep into me.

James kissed me, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth, I could taste myself on his lips.

“Fuck me, please,” I begged.

James moved over me, spread my legs and slid his hard cock into me.

~ ~ ~ ~

I woke​ up and ran to the bathroom. After throwing up nothing but stomach acid, I sat on the cold tile floor.

“Fuck,” I got up, found my daily planner on the kitchen table and started flipping pages back.

It had been about eight weeks since I had last seen James. He had taken a leave of absence from work and was freelancing from home.

Trying to fix his marriage with the now very pregnant Karen. Sarah had seen her in passing at an Everyday Food’s store about two weeks ago.

I sat mulling over my options: tell him, don’t tell him, keep it, don’t keep it.

Two days later I texted James: We need to talk.

Text from James: When and where?

Thursday 8pm my place.

There was a knock on the door, I let James in.

“Come in, take a seat,” I said closing the door behind him​.

“So, what do we need to talk about?” James sat down on the couch.

I took a deep breath.

“I am two months pregnant and I am keeping the baby,” I blurted out all in one breath.

There was a long silence as James staired at Sarah.

“I am not sure what to say,” James got up walked over to me and put his arms are me. I relaxed into his embrace as the tears streamed down my face.

We laid down on the bed and held each other, I feel asleep in his arms.

When I woke up he was gone. My phone buzzed.

Text from James: I can’t be there for you, I have to tell Karen.

I got up showered and dressed for work.

~ ~ ~ ~

Detective Andrews stood in the small one bedroom apartment on the north side of town.

“What do we have?” he asked the responding officer.

“Female, 30 years old, 5’4″ tall, weight 130 pounds, Sarah Fenton, according to her licence. Found here in her home, stabed multiple times and left sitting at her desk.” the officer stated.

“Who found her?”

“Landlord a Mark Williams, came by to ask her about rent, because she was five days late.”

Detective Andrews walked over to the body, sitting in her office chair, slumbed over her desk. He noticed the blue ball point pen laying beside her left hand. He careful moved her hair over to see the edge of an envelope.

“Hey, come get a photo of this,”

The investigator came over and photographed the top of the desk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deadly Ambition

Shane found his thirst for doing the unspeakable during his young adult life. His first was Heather, she was a adventurous active young woman with an open mind when it came to Shane asking her to perform sexual acts for him. She let him tie her up even smack her around a little.

On this particular night Heather was laying on the bed naked with her hands tied behind her back. Shane flipped her over onto her back and straddled her hips, he leaned down over her and kissed her deeply. He rubbed her breasts and caressed her neck.

Shane’s grip tightened around her slim neck, he could feel her heart racing under his hands. He spread her legs apart with his knees and slid his erect cock into her.

As her lips turned blue and her breath ceased Shane came deep in her. Watching her eyes glaze over and go dark.

~ ~ ~ ~
Shane was tall, and skinny with shaggy brown hair. He was a C average student in High School, who managed to graduate despite missing a far amount of school days. His parents Dave and Shelly Henderson were career driven individuals.

Dave Henderson owned a Ford dealership on the outskirts of town and did ok for himself despite being over stressed. He kept a bottle of Jack in the bottom desk drawer, which emerged before lunch, along with his two pack a day habit of Winston’s. Shelly was in real estate, she loved showing houses and selling people on the American dream. They loved their son, and felt that he was doing just fine.

After graduation Dave gave his son a choice, either go to college and live at home or move out and get a job. Shane choose to take a job in a warehouse loading trucks for Everyday Foods. It kept him busy, and gave him enough money to afford his studio apartment just a few blocks away from the warehouse, most days he skateboarded to work. He had an older white Chevy van that he used to move things for people, to make some cash on the side.

Shane worked with a guy named Tommy, a stocky, short guy that had a short fuse when frustrated. Of which Shane had witnessed more than once during his time working with him.

“My cousin is moving, on Saturday,” Tommy announced out of the blue during break on Thursday morning.

“Ok, why do I need to know this?” Shane asked.

“He wants to know if you want to make a few bucks, helping him move stuff with your van,”

“Sure, have him give me a call on Saturday,”

After helping Tommy’s cousin move, Shane went out to grab a bite to eat and relax. Since he was out of town and not sure of what all was around, he drove out Route 18 for a bit and came upon a roadhouse called The Backdoor.

He parked his van in the dirt parking lot and headed inside, it was loud and crowded. Shane took a seat at the bar, ordered a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a beer. He ate ,drank and relaxed, not really paying attention to anything in particular.

“Can I buy you another,” a woman sitting next to him asked, pointing to the empty bottle.

Slightly surprised Shane said “Sure, why not,” he smiled at her.

“I’m Heather,” she put out her hand.

“Shane,” he shook her hand.

Heather was a tall, pretty brunette, with deep green eyes and an inviting smile. They talked casually about life after school and future plans.

“So do you live in Overland?” Heather asked.

“Nope, just passing through,” Shane answered, finishing off his beer.

“Are you up for some fun, or do you need to get back?” she asked.

“Depends on what you consider fun,”

“Follow me, and I’ll show you,” she smiled, paying and heading for the door. Shane followed.

Heather stopped Shane in front of his van slid her arms around him and kissed him.

Heather got into her car and started driving down route 18, back towards Overland.

She pulled into a motel next to an Everyday Foods store. Shane parked his van, got out and joined her in front of room 7. Heather unlocked the door and entered the room, it was your typical shabby $40 a night room. One queen size bed, with rust colored bedspread complete with a mysterious stain. A night stand, with a brass lamp, a pair of chairs around a small table, a t.v. with an oversized mirror behind it attached to the chest of drawers.

“Quaint,” Shane said.

“It will do,” Heather said as she pulled the heavy gold curtains over the picture window.

She pulled the bedspread off and dropped it on the floor.

“At least the sheets are clean,” she smiled at Shane.

Heather stripped and laid out on the bed.

“Nice,” Shane commented as he shed his clothes and joined her.

Shane ran his hands along her body, taking her hard nipple into his mouth and sucking. She let out a moan. He moved down kissing his way to her pussy.

He spread her legs and started licking and sucking on her clit. She pushed up against him and ran her fingers through his hair as he throughly enjoyed her.

Shane moved up and kissed her as she rubbed his erect cock. She leaned over and took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first then letting him slide deeper.

He arched his back, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of him. He flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, so that she was on her hands and knees. He rubbed her ass, smack, the sound hung in the air. Heather’s​ mouth hung open but no sound emerged.

Shane pushed his cock deep into her ass.

“Fuck,” she yelled out and pushed back against him.

He thrusted into her, fucking her, faster and harder. Till he came deep in her.

Shane collapse on the bed, Heather moved towards him, she slid her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply. He kissed her back.

~ ~ ~ ~

A few weeks later there was a knock at Shane’s door, it was​ Heather.

 

 

 



After the Glory

Thomas

You know that feeling you get when you are at a point in your life where you don’t know what’s next. But you know it makes you feel sick to think about it. That tight knot in the pit of your stomach the metallic taste you get in the back of your throat knowing that you’re going to throw up no matter how hard you fight it. This is that point in life for Thomas, he knows whatever happens next, whatever decisions he makes now in his life will determine the path that he will be on until it’s end.
He stepped off the ship and onto the dock, his time as a marine was over, he had enlisted straight out of high school. Went through basic and was shipped straight into the Battle of Peleliu, during November of 1944.
It was now October of 1945 and PFC Thomas Moore had been sent home with an honorable discharge, along with a positive TB test and a diagnosis of six months to live. He gathered his duffle bag and headed into the city that he would now call home.
His first piece of business was to find a place to stay and where is the best place to start looking, a bar. He entered a rundown bar called Charlie’s out on the corner of 1st and River Dr. North a few blocks up from the docks. Charlie’s was dimly lit, smelled of cigarettes, booze and a faint hint of floral perfume. Thomas took a seat, ordered a beer and surveyed the bar.
There were booths around the edge, a pool table in the backroom along with the restrooms and a bulletin board. He took his beer and walked towards the back, he glanced at the bulletin board, flyers for help needed and rooms for rent were pinned scattered to the board.
One caught his eye, written on a light blue piece of note paper: Boarding House one room available, call or come by 172 West Riverside Dr. Ask for Mrs. Rachel Darling. He took the note down, folded it and placed it in his front breast pocket. He finished his beer and headed out to find the boarding house.
Thomas stood in front of 172 West Riverside Dr. taking in the two story house with a large porch and white railings. There was a yard with an apple tree, an apricot tree and some rose bushes. He walked up the driveway to the porch and knocked on the door.

Rachel

Mrs. Rachel Darling sat in front of her typewriter working on her next column for The Daily Star, the local newspaper for the area. Her column Ask Edna had recipes, gardening advice and household tips and tricks. Rachel also covered the up coming community event section.
She enjoyed her job as a freelance writer. She still used the Underwood Standard Portable Typewriter her parents had given her when she decided to take up writing as a career.
Now that the war over and food rationing had laxed a bit she could use some of her favorite recipes. She pulled out a handmade book that had a picture of a girl running through a field of wildflowers. It was a recipe book she had put together with her mom a lifetime ago. Rachel thumbed through it, soups & salads, main dishes and desserts.
This week’s recipes from Edna’s kitchen, Three Bean Salad, Stuffed Green Bell Peppers and Oatmeal Raisin Cookies. Rachel typed away.
Rachel had though about putting together her own cookbook, she entitled it Recipes from Edna’s Kitchen. She thought it was cute.
With the beginning of fall just around the corner your Victory Garden needs tending to. She typed writing up the gardening advice for this week.
Rachel Darling had been married to Jim Darling for sixteen years until his untimely death three years ago. Jim was a banker a nine to five guy, everyday in a suit and tie, Monday through Friday at the office, he had passed away of a heart attack. There daughter Susan was away attending nursing school.
As Rachel was finishing up her column there was a knock on the door.
The door opened and Thomas was greeted by a lovely lady in her late 30’s wearing a long dark skirt and a light blue buttoned up blouse, her dark brunette hair was pulled up into a loose bun and there was a pencil poking out of the side of the bun.
“Yes can I help you?” she asked, Thomas smiled.
“Mrs. Darling?” she nodded.
“Do you still have the room available?”
“Yes, are you able to afford it? It’s 10 dollars a week,”
Rachel looked him over, he was dressed in dark blue jeans and a denim shirt. He was good looking, a little over 6 feet tall, wearing the standard military issue haircut, not too bulky but definitely muscular. Thomas had his last months salary from the marines, a whole 180 dollars. He smiled at her.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered.
Rachel let him in and gave him a tour of the house, downstairs there was an entryway, the living room and kitchen. She led him upstairs, where there were three bedrooms and a bathroom.
The first bedroom was hers, the second one was her daughters. The third smallest room was the one for rent.
The room wasn’t anything special, it had a standard twin sized bed, a chest of drawers and a night stand with a brass lamp on it.
“Do you want it?” Rachel asked him.
“Yes, I will take it,” Thomas answered and handed her 20 dollars to cover the first two weeks.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” She said as she returned downstairs.

Pool

Thomas took his time finding a steady job, he did some day labor out at the docks when he felt like it. Most of his time during this first year was spent at Charlie’s smoking, drinking and playing pool.
He found that he had a natural talent for the game and for making a little cash on the side, hustling other drunk patrons. Buck the owner of Charlie’s let him for a percent of the take.
During this particular late night run of the tables, two guys were playing Thomas and they were up two games, best of five.
Thomas turned it on and started to take the third game when one of the guys decided that they were done being played and would take all of what Thomas had on him.
He walked behind Thomas as he was about to take a shot and swung the pool cue making contact with Thomas’s lower back, his knees buckled from the pain and he fell forward. The second guy grabbed his wrists and pinned them down to the pool table.
“We will be taking all that you have,” the guy behind him said as he emptied Thomas’s pockets.
Thomas didn’t like letting this happen, but since they were only walking away with the $10 he put up and their own $20 from the previous games there was really no loss.
Thomas had grown up with five older brothers, he learned early on that you don’t keep money in your wallet, you keep it in your sock or shoe. Better yet you don’t carry much at all. His stash of savings was nicely tucked away in an envelope on the underside of the bottom drawer of the dresser in his room.

Sarah

“You ok?” A voice behind him asked. Thomas looked over and saw a lovely young looking woman, with long blonde hair, pulled back into a clip, looking concerned.
“Ya, I’ll live,”
“Want a drink?” Thomas nodded and sat down at one of the tables. She brought him over a cold beer and introduced herself.
“I am Sarah, Buck hired me to help out around here,”
Thomas smiled at her and took a long drink of the cold beer.
Thomas walked Sarah home.
Sarah lived in a small studio apartment above a deli, as they walked up the narrow staircase Thomas said.
“Is that roast beef?” Sarah smiled.
“It’s cheep and who doesn’t like the smell of fresh baked bread,”
She unlocked the door and they entered the room, it was simply decorated with a bed, loveseat and kitchen table.
“Would you like a drink?” She asked.
“Sure,” Sarah took two glasses from the cupboard and poured some whiskey in each.
They sat at the table, drinking and talking. After the conversation had died out Thomas stood up and took Sarah’s hand, raising her to her feet. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her into him. He kissed her soft full lips, she kissed him back.
“That was nice,” she grinned. Thomas led her over to the bed.
“You know that they are looking for some full-time workers out at pier 36, you should go talk to David Henderson, something better than getting taken at pool,” Sarah said as they were getting dressed the next morning.
“I’ll look into it,” Thomas said giving her a kiss goodbye.

The Docks

David Henderson was a big burly man that spoke with a tone of authority.
“Do you have any experience in shipping and receiving?” Henderson asked Thomas.
“Not really sir, but I am a quick learner,” Henderson looked him over.
“Well you look capable, show up on time and do what’s asked of you,”
“Yes, sir,”
“You can start Monday seven sharp, report to Mr. Andrews in warehouse C,”
“Yes sir, and thank you sir,”
Thomas awoke at 6am Monday morning to the aroma of frying bacon and fresh brewed coffee. He dressed and made his way downstairs, Rachel was in front of the stove.
“Hope you like your eggs scrambled,” she said fixing a plate.
“Yes, thank you,” he smiled at her.
Mr. James Andrews was a tall slender build man, with a clipboard in his hand and a pen in his mouth.
“You’re the new guy,” he thumbed through the sheets of paper on his clipboard,
“Thomas Moore,”
“Yes, sir,”
“Ok, you can start unloading in bay two, the guys will show you what to do, just don’t drop anything,”
Thomas picked up the rhythm of unloading quickly. The work itself was tiring but it was a paycheck at the end of the week, for that Thomas was grateful. Thomas worked, hung out at Charlie’s and enjoyed getting to know Sarah over the next six months.

Buck

It was a slow Tuesday evening at Charlie’s when Buck, struck up a conversation with Thomas and Sarah.
“You see that?” he pointed to a picture hanging behind the bar.

“Yep, who is it?” Thomas asked.
“That is Charlie, I bought the bar from him when he retired,”
Thomas looked at the black and white photo of a man, in his early 30’s, wearing a tee-shirt and jeans, standing in front of the bar.
“When Charlie was almost done with school, he met a dame, named Georgiana, everyone just called her George. She was tall, slender and liked to party. Charlie lost his mind over her, to the point that he even proposed, had a ring and everything,” Buck handed Thomas another beer.
“But, right before Charlie was going to graduate from college, his momma died. She had been sick for a while but didn’t tell anyone. So poor Charlie was devastated, his momma was the world to him. His pappa had passed away when he was just a boy, it had been just him and momma,” Buck took a long drink of his beer.
“That poor man,” Sarah said.
“It gets better, durring the funeral, while they were lowering his dear momma into the ground, George decided that it was a good time to pick a fight with Charlie. I don’t know what she was all worked up over, but she made quite the scene. Topped of with taking off the engagement ring and throwing it into the hole with the coffen. Charlie was beside himself,”
“Well that’s quite the story,” Thomas said finishing off his beer.
“Charlie finished up school, took the little his momma had left and bought this place,” Buck said.

June 1946

Mr. Andrew’s called Thomas over after his shift on a Friday in June, it was unseasonably warm and hadn’t rained in weeks.
“Yes, Mr. Andrews?” Thomas asked, wiping his dripping brow. Mr. Andrews put his arm around Thomas’s shoulder.
“Call me James,”
“Ok, James, what’s up?”
“We’re going to have some special shipments coming in next week, and I would like you to be responsible for their delivery, can you handle that?”
“I don’t see why not, sir,” Thomas answered not giving it much thought.
“Ok, good, we’ll see you on Monday, have a good weekend,” James said.

Susan

When Thomas arrived home he heard voices in the kitchen. Rachel was sitting at the table with a pretty young redhead.
“Hello,” Thomas said as he entered the kitchen.
“Thomas, good this is my daughter Susan,” Rachel said Thomas extended his hand.
“Nice to meet you,”
“Likewise,” Susan answered.
“Susan will be starting at the hospital as a nurse, on Monday,” Rachel said.
“Mom’s been telling me how much she has enjoyed your company,” she said, Thomas smiled at Rachel.
Thomas, Susan and Rachel enjoyed a lovely dinner of ham with pineapple, scalloped potatoes and salad. While they ate, Rachel told embarrassing stories about Susan’s childhood. Thomas found it cute that her cheeks turned as red as her short curly hair.
Thomas spent most of Saturday and Sunday shooting pool at Charlie’s and hanging out with Sarah.

By Monday the heat and humidity were almost unbearable. Thomas started his shift at 7am already drenched in sweat.
“Thomas, make sure to put all the crates marked ‘Import House’ into trailer 14, and give me a count at the end of your shift,” Mr. Andrews said.
Thomas took note of this and began unloading bay two as usual. On his fourth trip into bay two, he noticed the crate was stamped with the words ‘Import House’ he picked it up and took it to trailer 14.
“Ok, then,” he muttered to himself, there was nothing strange or different about the crate, just that it was stamped, other than that it looked just like all the other crates.
Thomas went about his day as usual, after lunch the sky had become dark and everyone was hoping it would rain already. Thomas was finishing with bay two, he went to retrieve a crate marked ‘Import House’ as he picked it up, his back spasmed and he dropped it.
“Dammit,” he said to himself. He took a moment to rub his lower back and recover.
He looked over the crate to check for any damage, there was a crack running along one side of the crate, a white substance resembling sugar was spilling onto the floor.
Thomas licked his pinky and dipped it into the spill, he tasted it.
“Definitely not sugar,” he said to himself. He cleaned up the spill and fixed the crate to the best of his abilities with some tape.
At the end of his shift he gave Mr. Andrews a slip of paper with the number of crates he had put in trailer 14.
“Any problems with today’s load?” he asked.
“Nope, it’s all where you wanted it to be,” Thomas answered.
“Good,”
There was a loud crack of thunder and a flash of lightning as the downpour began, Thomas walked up to Charlie’s to unwind and see Sarah.

As he sipped on his cold beer he thought about the marked crates. If there were eight crates and they were around two feet long and a foot wide. Thomas stared off doing the math in his head.
” You ok there?” Sarah intrupted his train of thought.
“Yeah, just hot and tired, long day,” he smiled at her, she kissed him on the cheek.
The unloading of marked crates into trailer 14 whent on for the next two weeks. Each morning trailer 14 was empty of the previous days shipment. Thomas did what he was asked, putting the marked crates in trailer 14 and giving Mr. Andrews a count at the end of every shift.

Thomas became curious as to where the marked crates were going. On a Friday after his shift he decided to wait and watch trailer 14.

He found himself a quiet spot not to far from the trailer. He watched and waited. Around 9pm three large men showed up in a pickup truck, along with Mr. Andrews. Thomas watched as they loaded the marked crates into the back of the truck.
After an enjoyable evening with Sarah, complete with a steak dinner and a bottle of Jack Daniels, Thomas told her about trailer 14, and the marked crates. Sarah listened politely.
“Interesting,” she said.

Thomas once again waited and watched trailer 14 after work on Monday. He waited and watched, then the pickup truck carrying the three large men and Mr. Andrews parked next to the trailer.
Then a second vehicle pulled in behind the pickup. David Henderson exited the vehicle along with Sarah.
“What the hell is Sarah doing here,” Thomas muttered to himself.
David Henderson exchanged some heated words with Mr. Andrews while the three large men started to unload trailer 14. Then something strange happened, blue and red lights, lit up the dock as four cop cars came screeching in, srounding trailer 14. The cops exited their vehicles with guns drawn. Orders of stop what you’re doing and put your hands up, were given.
Sarah moved towards David Henderson, as she was doing so, someone fired, the shot rang out through the air, Sarah fell to the ground. Thomas ran towards her without thinking, one of the large men pulled a switchblade and lunged at Thomas, catching him in the side with the switchblade.
“Everybody just stop,” Mr. Andrews yelled.
Thomas was on the ground next to Sarah, holding his side. He could see her face, she was gone.
David Henderson raised his hands, the three large men took his lead and got on their knees. The cops moved in arrestes were made.

Thomas didn’t want to leave Sarah, but he also didn’t want to be a part of the drug bust that was going down. He got up to leave, Mr. Andrews pulled him aside.
“I know you’re confused, quick version, I have been undercover working the drug smuggling case for almost a year now, we had to move on it, I am sorry about Sarah,” Mr. Andrews cleared his throat.
“Why was she even here?” Thomas asked.
“You don’t know, she’s David Henderson’s neice, she helped run the books,” Mr. Andrews answered.

Thomas sat at the kitchen table holding a dishtowel to his side.
“You ok?” Susan asked from the doorway of the kitchen.
“Not really,” Thomas answered showing her his sliced side.
“Just a minute,” she went to get the first aid kit.
Susan cleaned and stiched up Thomas side as he explained everything that had happened on the docks.
“If you want to get into another line of work, Uncle John owns a garage, and he’s always looking for help,”
“I may have to take you up on that,”
“There all done,” she started cleaning up. Thomas took her hand.
“Thank you,” he kissed her on the cheek, Susan blushed.
“I’ll invite Uncle John over for dinner on Friday,”
“Mom can make stroganoff, it’s his favorite,” Susan said as she headed up to bed.
Thomas continued to​ sit at the kitchen table thinking about what to​ do next.