ColonialGhost

by Mlyn Hurn

  “I love hearing you cry out as I caress your body. I missed hearing it over the years, my maiden girl.”

  Kerry shook her head as his words didn’t make any sense. But then, like most dreams this probably wasn’t going to be logical. Feeling his mouth moving to enclose her nipple, Kerry reminded herself that this dream was too good to waste her time trying to reason it out. If all she had was this erotic dream world, then by God she was going to enjoy it!

  Broderick released her nipple and smiled down into Kerry’s eyes. When her hands pressed against his shoulders, he moved to lie back on the bed beside her. A moment later, Kerry was straddling his upper thighs. Lowering her mouth to his, she kissed him hotly, drawing his tongue out to meet hers. After several moments of stroking against one another, Kerry withdrew her tongue and moved her mouth down the side of his face. Soft kisses dotted his jaw until she came to his earlobe. Sucking on it lightly, Kerry then slid her lips down the side of his neck. Reacting on an elemental level, Kerry sucked on the skin of his neck, knowingly choosing to mark his flesh.

  Reaching down, Kerry rested her hands over Broderick’s masculine nipples, her fingers curving to fit his muscles. Touching him was electric and she eased backwards, down his body. Her hands moved to his hard cock, and caressed and stroked until his essence oozed forth. Feeling totally unlike her usual demur self, Kerry leaned forward again. But this time her mouth began the truly erotic and seductive assault upon his flesh. As she continued to arouse him, Kerry could feel the tension in his body building. If this was a dream, she didn’t want to wake up, ever!

  The world tilted, and then spun wildly a moment later as Kerry found herself beneath her dream man. Hell, she thought suddenly. Maybe he was a ghost! Shivering in reaction to her idea, she still spoke hurriedly. “Protection?”

  She felt the immediate reaction in his body, and a moment later she heard a tearing sound. A few seconds later, Kerry gasped as he entered her body, slowly at first. His slowness allowed her to feel the wetness on her pussy as it parted to welcome his presence. For just a few seconds, she felt Broderick pause as he felt or sensed the tight fit. Kerry realized that he now knew, or at least guessed, that her experience was extremely limited. Lifting her eyes to his, she felt him so intimately joined with her, but a moment later she became less thoughtful as he thrust deeply and completely, so he was now fully inside her body.

  “Oh, yes!” Kerry cried as his body filled her emptiness. Looking up, she saw his face, partially highlighted by the moonlight. Her hand lifted to caress his cheek, trailing her fingers lightly across his lips. His skin was so warm, and his lips soft. How could this be a dream?

  Broderick’s mouth parted and covered her index finger. Pausing, embedded deeply within her body, he lightly sucked on her finger. “Feel my mouth around your finger,” he paused his sucking to explain. “Imagine something that is a thousand times hotter, tighter and sweeter—that is how it feels being inside you.”

  A gasp escaped Kerry’s throat as she heard his words. This was better than the dialogue she wrote in her stories! How could her dream be more creative than she was?

  “Look at me, Kerry.”

  As their eyes met, Broderick began thrusting in and out of her body, slowly. Kerry lifted her thighs and wrapped them around his hips, deepening his entry. Her clit was super sensitized and the slightest rubbing seemed to send her through the roof. She quickly realized by rocking her hips back and forth, side to side and even some erratic wiggles brought her clit pressure and manipulation as her pelvic bone moved against his. Combined with his thrusts, just a few additional movements and an orgasm rocked her foundation. She couldn’t stop or hide her instantaneous reaction. Her body quivered and then her hips jerked spasmodically upward.

  “Let go, my sweet. Just be free—”

  Kerry stopped thinking and let the waves of pleasure sweep through her. She met each thrust eagerly, and when his pace quickened, she knotted her hands into the sheets. Closing her eyes, Kerry let her body savor the sensations. When it started, she couldn’t say. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing down and carrying her with it. As her hips jerked, she could feel her muscles squeezing around his hardness. His body started to pull out of her, and unconsciously her muscles clamped down, slowing his withdrawal.

  Soon, Kerry felt his heat coming deeply into her body. Her feelings seemed as old as time. Suddenly, she wasn’t a modern woman making her way independently through life. She was basic, primal instinct. The sensation of his hard manhood so deep inside her was intoxicating. In that moment, Kerry wished for his seed, hot and life making. It was a crazy, risky thought. But she felt a little crazy, and not at all her usually prim, proper and totally logical self. Her last thought, right before she dropped into a deep, unconscious sleep was modern. It’s a good thing this was just a dream. Safe sex and birth control had no place in a fantasy about such deeply sensual acts such as she had just dreamed.

  * * * * *

  Broderick awoke suddenly. Sunlight was streaming through the windows and he quickly glanced at the clock beside his bed. “Shit,” he muttered as he saw it was nearly nine o’clock in the morning. Flopping back down onto his pillow, he closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe he had slept so late. The last time he’d slept past six was in college following a particularly wild party involving a keg of beer. Broderick had learned a valuable lesson that night, especially since he had a final the day he overslept. He knew his limit was two drinks a night, period.

  So why he was feeling like he had a hangover wasn’t making any sense at all. After the unusual interlude with his houseguest, involving an old dress, he’d downed two snifters of brandy. Something about moonlight and fog in his room was the last thing he remembered—

  Therefore, Broderick rationalized despite the throbbing in his temples, the other part of what he thought was a memory was really just a dream. He didn’t feel better though. Having erotic dreams about a woman who was a stranger was just strange! Granted, maybe one dream would be reasonable. Of course, remembering how prim and proper she had looked when he first met Kerry only made him question his sanity. The plainly dressed “school marm” type was not his usual choice in females.

  Once he’d passed the bar, and despite the long hours he was required to put in at the law firm, he had developed his interest in motorcycles. It had been something of a secret life for him, especially after he made partner. Soon the motorcycle persona began to seep into his staid and proper lawyer appearance. He’d grown his hair longer, in stages, boots began to creep into daily apparel, and the women he met were quite attracted to each change.

  In high school and throughout his pre-law years, he had been something of a geek. Being the smartest kid in his class, he’d tended towards the academic classes and practically no time was given over to sports. His last year in college a friend convinced him to start working out as a way to relieve the stress from studying and classes. He must have had a lot of stress, because soon his body was showing the benefits. After school, he’d continued his regimen, eventually buying his own equipment.

  The first day he’d shown up at his law firm, wearing his boots, T-shirt, jeans and leather jacket, he didn’t notice the second and third looks many of the women in the office gave him. As he became the highest earner in the firm, the older partners didn’t care what he dressed like as long as he kept winning and bringing in high profile and big money producing clients.

  Successful professionally and financially, he soon became what his younger sister termed a “babe magnet.” Long, leggy blondes were his usual choice for companionship. Sex and idle friendship was all he had been interested in while living in the city, working long hours. Now that he was trying to renovate this white elephant he’d inherited and get his law practice onto financially stable ground, even casual relationships had become too hard to fit in. Not many women liked having to be squeezed into a busy schedule. Nodding to himself, Broderick spoke softly.

  “Yup, all I need is some occasional
, casual, but safe sex.”

  Silence followed his words. His mind answered that erotic dreams were certainly casual and definitely safe.

  “In fact, I don’t think you could get much safer,” he rationalized. It certainly wasn’t as fulfilling…and the dreams he had last night had obviously left him satisfied. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed making love to a woman—

  Abruptly Broderick stopped. It was a dream, he reminded himself. Surely it wasn’t fair to compare an imaginary woman to any partner he’d had in the past? A real woman couldn’t match an erotic dream. Still, it sure felt real as he recalled it now. Her mouth on his—

  “Hell! Stop wasting time on dreams and get up, damn it!”

  Broderick threw the covers off and became aware of two facts immediately. First was that his cock and lower abdomen felt sticky and dried…as if some bodily fluids had gotten on his skin. Frowning, he sat on the edge of the bed. The second fact was the distinct scent lingering in the air. As a grown man, with a certain amount of experience, he knew the difference between wet dreams and what a man would smell like after a hot night of unrestrained passion. He could also smell the perfume that Kerry had been wearing yesterday. And the strength of the scent couldn’t be attributed to the brief appearance in his room.

  Logic, and Broderick definitely considered that he was the epitome of a logical man, dictated that he must rule that option out. Which left him doubting his dreams. Or rather, he was suspicious that his dreams were really memories. Then that would mean he’d had sex with his first bed and breakfast guest. And naturally, he could assume that such actions would be frowned on. Hell! Such an action was downright sue-able!

  Jumping up, Broderick quickly pulled the sheets and pillowcases from his bed. After dumping the sheets into the wicker hamper, he took a quick, cold shower. Returning to his room, he felt more in control. If his dream, or memory, were correct, there was no sign that Kerry had resisted his advances. Dressing quickly, he wondered if perhaps he had suddenly become a sleepwalker. That might explain things…right?

  Chapter Five

  Kerry walked into the kitchen, not completely sure what she would say if she saw Broderick. Purposely she’d stayed in her room until after nine, hoping to avoid her handsome host. Since she’d awakened, she’d been thinking about the first night. There had been that eerie mist, followed by the hair-raising feeling she had, as it seemed to move across the hall carpet before finally disappearing beneath the closed door.

  Her feet stopped abruptly as she saw Broderick seated at the table. It was impossible to stop the flush that heated her cheeks as their eyes met. Forcing a deep breath into her lungs, Kerry smiled.

  “Good morning!”

  Broderick swallowed the hot coffee suddenly, coughing immediately. Kerry saw a definite light red staining his cheeks a second later, and she hoped it was a little embarrassment on his part as well. She was definitely feeling unsure of herself, and it was due to the dress incident last evening. She was somewhat reassured that this turmoil wasn’t all attributable to her erotic thoughts and dreams.

  “Hello! I haven’t started anything for breakfast yet. I wasn’t sure if you’d left for the convention already. Sorry I overslept.”

  “Oh, that’s okay. I’m not really hungry. I was wondering if you could tell me where I might find a library within walking distance.” Kerry pulled a kitchen chair away from the table and sat down. When she looked back up, she saw Broderick’s eyes dart away from her quickly. For a moment, she pondered why he had turned away. It was doubtful that he was embarrassed by the encounter in his room yesterday. She was working desperately to keep herself from blushing, doubting her success as each second passed.

  Broderick pushed away from the table. “Would you like some coffee, or juice?”

  Kerry shook her head quickly. “No thanks.”

  Broderick nodded, stood and walked over to the sink, rinsing out his own cup, even though he’d only drank about half of it. “Well,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “There is the John D. Rockefeller Library on First Street. Also there is the Regional Library, over on Croaker road.”

  * * * * *

  Kerry thanked Broderick and walked out the back door. Through the kitchen window, Broderick watched as she walked toward the front of the bed and breakfast. He doubted she’d have any trouble. Realizing his fist was still clenched, he slowly relaxed his fingers and hand. That had been his only salvation keeping him from offering to take her to the museum that was several miles away on Croaker road.

  The first thought in his head when Kerry questioned him about libraries had been feeling Kerry pressed close to his back while they road his motorcycle over the city streets. Ever since he had glimpsed her breasts, nearly falling from the ball gown, he was having a hard time getting them out of his daydreams. And when he had looked up this morning, he had wondered if she was wearing a bra beneath the pink T-shirt. Imagining her unbound breasts, jiggling and bouncing against his back while they rode was making him hard once again.

  “Damn!” Broderick turned away abruptly and made his way into the office he’d made at the back of the house. It had three entrances: from the kitchen, behind the commons room on the first floor of the house and lastly, from the outside. The room had probably been many things over the years. He guessed that it had originally been a library, or a man’s study from the large built-in bookcases. Now there was a nicely painted sign above the exterior door, along with one at the street, proclaiming it his law office.

  * * * * *

  The sun had set just a short time before Kerry returned to the bed and breakfast. She had spent the entire day searching for information, and now she was ready. Looking around—including looking at his bedroom door to see if a light was on—she couldn’t find Broderick. Her bag was getting heavier by the minute, but she had a gut feeling that she needed his permission before she continued. She knocked on his bedroom door and called his name, but after several moments Kerry returned to her room.

  Peering in the bag, she pulled out the flashlights she had purchased and made sure the batteries in both were in working order. Now what she needed to do was put on the dress…

  * * * * *

  Broderick stumbled up the front stairs, pausing in front of Kerry’s closed bedroom door. After an extremely unproductive day, he had decided that what he needed was to get out among other people and have a few beers. A couple of his friends had decided he needed help getting home, which had been a good idea as he tripped over his feet. Instead of politely knocking on Kerry’s door, he fell against it.

  Unfortunately, Kerry hadn’t completely closed the door. Broderick continued to stumble forward and landed on the floor. The faint light coming from the bathroom was enough for him to see that Kerry wasn’t in the room. Perhaps she was waiting for him down the hall! His lips curved into a grin before he remembered she was still unaware his erotic dreams centered on her.

  Putting one hand on the floor and the other on the bed, he started to rise. Stopping abruptly, he closed his fingers around something that had an all too familiar feel about it. Even in the dim light there was no mistaking the torn package in his hand. Standing slowly, he acknowledged that it was the kind he used. Following that truth, he remembered noticing one in his jeans pocket yesterday. It had fallen from his wallet, and he’d hastily shoved it into a pocket.

  Abruptly he turned and started walking down the hall toward his room. He was consciously ignoring the niggling thoughts on why it was on the floor of his first guest’s bedroom. Opening the door, he ignored the wishful thought that Kerry was in his bed now. Instead, he quickly saw the room was dark and empty. The moon had not risen for the night.

  Broderick tossed his leather jacket toward a chair, weighing his options. He could go to bed, or he could stumble back downstairs and wait for Kerry. Turning to glance back down the hall, he wondered what the prim and proper Ms. Perry would say if she found him naked and waiting in her bed?

  Pulling
the torn condom package from his pocket, he looked at it instead of tossing it in the trash. From somewhere deep inside, he couldn’t stop the most basic of instincts. How much sweeter his dream would have been if he had been able to fill Kerry’s body with his seed. Right along with the desire to make love to the prim Ms. Kerry, he felt for the first time in his life the desire to procreate. It struck him hard that he was experiencing this basic desire. Luckily his mind still had a few lucid cells and ruled that idea out.

  Yawning widely, he guessed his only option was sleep. Crossing to the bed, he tossed the torn package into the small trashcan. Not really thinking about it, Broderick pulled open the drawer of his bedside table. Grabbing two sealed packages, he once again turned toward his bedroom door. Perhaps he should go back downstairs to wait for Ms. Perry. Standing in the doorway, pushing logical thoughts aside, his mind again considered waiting for Kerry in her bed. Grinning, but shaking his head negatively, he once again thought sleep would be his wisest option.

  Whooosh!

  Broderick stopped abruptly. After listening for a few seconds, he decided it was just the wind outside. He walked back into the hallway, with its dark twists and turns.

  “This is ridiculous! Now you’re jumping at weird noises.” Convinced the sound was from some natural element outside, or perhaps even the house settling, Broderick shrugged his shoulders. He refused to listen to the tiny, niggling voice telling him he’d never heard weird, unidentifiable noises, or had erotic dreams, since moving in here. They had started with the arrival of Kerry.

  Something caused him to turn toward the corner. Just a few feet down the hall were the stairs that led to the third floor, which over time had become storage and attic. He’d only been up there once, not having the patience to deal with generations of cast-off belongings.