by Mlyn Hurn
“What were you doing up in the attic, Kerry?”
Kerry jerked her eyes completely open, surprised to hear him ask that, after what had just happened on his attic floor. Perhaps this was putting it all into perspective for him. She cleared her throat while putting her cup back down. One deep indrawn breath, then another, seemed to be necessary before she told him.
“I was trying to call up the ghost.”
Kerry had no chance to move before the coffee spewed from Broderick’s mouth. She looked down and saw that he had managed to pretty well douse her cotton top. It now pressed against her skin where it was wet. Looking back up, she saw that Broderick was still coughing and looked more than a little embarrassed.
“God! Kerry, I’m so sorry!” His hand reached across the small table with his napkin, anxious to help. Before he touched her, Kerry took the napkin from his hand. Dabbing at the wet spots, she avoided his gaze.
“It’s all right. I guess I really shocked you, huh?” Kerry stopped the useless mopping up and looked into Broderick’s eyes. “I assumed you knew about him.” When he shook his head, Kerry went on. “I think I saw him the first night I was here. And I know for sure he was the one who gave me the dress in the attic yesterday.”
“You think you saw this ghost the first night? How? I mean where?”
“I thought I heard something not long after I’d gotten settled in my room. I remember coming out and walking toward the far end of the hall. I saw this wispy fog beginning to well up in front of the door, and then disappear under it.”
“Did you come into my room?” he asked softly, reaching across the table to cover her hand with his.
Kerry stared at their hands, resting on the table. “Yes, but the next morning you didn’t seem to remember anything.”
“I thought it was a dream.” Broderick paused for a few seconds. “Uhm…and the next night?”
“I wasn’t sure of anything. You didn’t remember being in the attic with me, or that you gave me the dress.” Kerry shrugged, not sure what to say or do next.
Broderick looked up from where his hand was lightly caressing Kerry’s on the table. “I am not sure of anything right now, Kerry. I can’t remember how long I was asleep when something drew my attention toward the windows. I saw this fog or something moving across the floor. That night I had the most erotic dream, starring you, than I could have possibly imagined. In the dream, I opened my eyes and you were there. But now, it appears that it wasn’t a dream after all.”
“I’ve never, ever in my life done that…or like last night…tonight…” She stopped abruptly. It did sound as if she did this all the time. Hell! Three times in a row definitely sounds like a pattern of behavior.
“Good Lord, Kerry! You don’t have to tell me that.”
Kerry couldn’t say why, but she suddenly felt a little insulted. Nothing in his voice implied a snub, and it was probably just her old lack of self-confidence raising its ugly head. But it sounded as if he…
Angrily, she lashed out, “Are you saying that you doubt I’ve encountered a similar situation?
“You know,” she said more quietly, feeling her hurt rising now instead of anger. “I am perfectly aware that I wouldn’t be your first choice in a roomful of tall, thin, beautiful women. But I accept who I am! It was your hand that pulled me into your bed—and it was you who came to my room the next night. Or maybe it was the ghost.” Kerry wasn’t sure of anything anymore. “Of course, I don’t believe in ghosts. I never have…until now.”
Broderick chuckled softly and lifted his hand to curve around her cheek. “I don’t remember walking to your room, Kerry. But in the morning, my head was reeling with remembered hot dreams, and your perfume lingered on my skin. Could a ghost have done that?”
Kerry shrugged. “I read that sometimes a ghost leaves behind a scent, but that is usually like flowers.”
“So, you did some research today. What else did you learn about this ghost?”
Kerry smiled. “He looks a lot like you, except maybe a little less gray.” She reached across and lightly stroked her fingers backwards along the hair at his temples.
“I protest, madam! I don’t have a single gray hair.”
Kerry’s smile turned to a grin and she lowered her hand. But Broderick caught it in his, raising it up for a soft kiss to press to the back of it. Kerry’s breath caught in her throat at the old-fashioned and gentlemanly action. For the first time since this whole crazy thing began, Kerry realized that she could very easily end up with a much-damaged heart, if not a completely broken one.
“I pull the gray ones out!”
Kerry’s laugh came out over the lump in her throat. Smiling, she told him, “Best be careful or you will be pulling out the last hair on your head before long.”
Broderick thrust his chair back, stood up and walked around to kneel beside her chair. Lowering his head toward her, he spoke commandingly. “Madam, I dare you to find a thinning spot on my head!”
Kerry couldn’t resist the chance to run her fingers through his thick black hair. It was no longer tied back and it fell loosely onto his neck. As she threaded her fingers within the soft, dark hair, she could feel the warmth emanating from his head. And since she had turned to face him, she now felt the heat of his body between her widespread thighs. With her hands atop his head, she realized that his face was quite near her thinly covered breasts. In fact, holding her body very still, she was sure she felt his heated breath rush over her skin.
* * * * *
What had begun as a light-hearted jest was now turning into a very erotic experience. Broderick gazed at her lush breasts, amazingly close. Her shirt was still somewhat wet and draped revealingly over the full curves. The sexy feeling of her hands in his hair and the way she had turned to him so openly, only added to his rising desire. Slowly he moved his hands until they rested on her upper thighs. When she didn’t say anything, he assumed she either had not noticed their presence or was guessing he did it for balance.
Shifting his hands very slightly so they rubbed against her warm fleshy thighs, Broderick paused to consider that she might not even have noticed his touch. Then he saw the definite quiver of her breasts as he heard her take a deep breath, which was very uneven. He smiled, confident that the luscious Ms. Perry was not immune to his touch. Inching forward a little, he spoke quietly.
“Finding any bald spots, Ms. Perry?”
Broderick watched Kerry’s breasts. She took a few quick breaths. He couldn’t resist blowing across the thin fabric covering her nipples. The response was immediate and hard. His need to taste those taut buds again intensified.
“Let me bend a little bit lower so you can see better,” Broderick offered. He didn’t wait for Kerry to agree. He pressed his face directly between her firm full bosoms barely concealed by the lightweight cotton. His hands shifted quickly to her waist, sliding upward. He turned his head to one side, moving closer to her left nipple. He spoke again, deliberately blowing air across his target. “All the men in my family have had full heads of hair, right up to their last breath.”
His mouth was so close to her nipple. His warm breath was dampening the thin fabric, bringing her nipple into sharp prominence. When Kerry didn’t answer, but her hands seemed to be cupping the back of his head instead, Broderick spoke and acted at the same time.
“Take all the time you need, honey, and I’ll just check something out—”
His mouth closed over Kerry’s left nipple. At first, he just held it in his mouth. But then his tongue began lightly stroking across the flat tip. When he heard Kerry’s groan and her fingers tightened their grip in his hair, his tongue rubbed over the tip more vigorously. Then, after several long moments, he noticed the movement of her hips, restless and seeking, on the chair. Using one hand, he pulled her top sideways until her nipple popped free between the button openings.
Kerry gasped and arched her back toward his hot mouth. The wet nipple was exposed to the night air for only a moment before it
was once again his acquired target. Sucking more strongly, his hands moved forward and cupped beneath the large breasts. His head lifted finally so he could gaze at her bountiful display.
Kerry’s hands slid away and she looked down as well. She watched Broderick as he watched her. His hands pushed her large breasts upward, against the paper-thin fabric. The left nipple was long and pointed, wet. It poked between the gap of fabric. Broderick’s face lifted and their gazes met. He saw the blush staining Kerry’s cheeks.
“You are the sexiest and most desirable woman. And yes, Kerry, I would choose you out of a roomful of other women. I’m thinking I got amazingly lucky when you walked into my room instead.” He lifted his hands and quickly unfastened the buttons. Looking back down, her breasts were now curtained between the soft cloth. “I’m fighting the strongest urge to pull you down onto this kitchen floor right now.”
Kerry smiled. “And that would be wrong because?”
Broderick laughed out loud. “My knees are getting too old for this. How about the kitchen table?”
* * * * *
Kerry giggled as Broderick lifted one eyebrow. He took her breath away, literally, and a moment later she was lying back across the table. Broderick had pulled her cotton pajama bottoms down and off. His own clothes were shifted out of the way and before she could take a deep breath, Broderick thrust inside her body once again.
“Oh!” she gasped softly, feeling her flesh gobbling up his hardness eagerly. Soon he was buried to the hilt within her hot, wet flesh. Kerry felt him pulling out, and then he shoved up into her again. As he started a regular rhythm, she was aware that her breasts were jiggling and bouncing with their movements. When she saw his eyes lower to the enticing display, Kerry lifted her hands and covered her bouncing boobs.
Broderick shook his head quickly and removed her hands, pressing them flat to the table, on either side of her head. “I’ll show you a better use of hands at a time like this.”
Kerry watched, expecting Broderick’s large hands to replace hers. Instead one hand settled onto her slightly rounded belly. It caressed in small circles and then began moving down. His fingers caressed the smooth, soft flesh and finally shifted between the folds of wet flesh. A second later his finger found his second target.
“Oh, God!” Kerry cried out as Broderick’s finger began a light, but insistent massage of her clit. Slowing his thrusts, he sped up his teasing strokes and flicks against the extremely sensitive nubbin of flesh. Over and over, his finger enticed and seduced until Kerry’s hips were jerking and responding to even the smallest touches of his flesh against hers.
Her climax shocked her. It came from deep inside her. Her hips were jerking, thrusting toward his body. Broderick’s finger stayed put, pulling every bit of response from her flesh that she was capable of. Finally his hands moved to her hips, holding her steady, and he resumed his thrusting until his hips jerked forward, grinding pelvis to pelvis as he climaxed. Kerry wrapped her legs even tighter around Broderick’s hips, holding him close to her body, long after his thrusts ended.
Broderick’s head lowered to rest atop her soft, lush breasts. Kerry soon felt his mouth kissing its way over the mountains until they claimed a taut peak again. His mouth sucked on the right nipple, pausing to rub his tongue all around it. She had no idea how long they stayed like that, but it was with regret that she felt him release her nipple and raise his head.
“I hate to admit this, sweetheart. But I’m not as young as I used to be. My back is not happy in this position. And while I’m not promising anything, I only had the two condoms in my pocket.”
Kerry blushed and eased up onto her elbows. A second later, Broderick’s body left hers with a loud, wet plop. She was intently aware of his eyes moving back over her, taking in her sprawled, completely naked position. Sliding off the table quickly, Kerry pulled the edges of her top together. Her eyes down, she started looking for her pajama bottoms.
* * * * *
Broderick watched as Kerry bent down, looking for her pajamas. He held them in his hand, but enjoyed the view of Kerry’s naked bottom. He cleared his throat and Kerry spun back around. Seated in his chair, he dangled the bottoms from one finger. As she reached for the bottoms, he held them just out of reach. With his other hand, he pulled her close. Since her top was still unbuttoned, it was easy to part the edges with his nose. He slowly took her right nipple into his mouth, and suckled it softly for a few moments. Releasing it with a loud, wet sucking noise, he lowered his mouth to her left nipple. This time he sucked lightly, playfully. He tugged, pulled and finally released the elongated bud.
He allowed a small space between their bodies as he spoke. “Come upstairs to my bed. I have several more places to kiss, I believe.”
Kerry smiled slowly, and then nodded her head. “All right, but do I get my pajamas back?”
Broderick turned her and they started walking back toward the stairs. “Nope,” he told her with a grin. “Waste of effort because I’ll just be taking them off again.”
Kerry’s blush and accompanying giggle aroused Broderick. He followed her up the stairs, unable to resist reaching out to caress her right ass cheek. Her slight yelp caused him to move his hand to her hip instead.
“Before I get distracted again by your sumptuous and desirable body, what were the candles for?”
* * * * *
“I was calling the ghost who lives here.”
Kerry instantly felt the tensing of Broderick’s hand upon her hip. She took another step and his hand fell away. Immediately, her skin felt cold—all over. Shivering, she took a few more steps upward, even though she was now sure that Broderick was not directly behind her anymore.
At the top of the stairs, she paused for a second, wanting to turn and see if he had followed her or was still stuck on the same stair when she’d thrown the ghost thing into his face. She took a deep breath and continued down the hallway to her room. Her bedroom door was open, but no lights were on. Stepping into the room, and walking over to the bed, she heard the door creak behind her. Kerry spun around expecting to see Broderick, but the door had swung almost completely shut, leaving her in near darkness.
Lifting her hands out in front of her, palms forward, Kerry took a few steps into the room, wary of knocking her shins on the bench that sat at the foot of the bed.
“Damn,” Kerry muttered quietly under her breath. Leaning over, she rubbed the area below her right knee. “Now I know where the bench is anyway.” Tonight, when she needed the moonlight, it was too cloudy to allow enough light to seep through so she could avoid any other hazards. Straightening up once again, Kerry felt a puff of cool air pass her left cheek.
Kerry turned quickly to look over her left shoulder, but she couldn’t see Broderick, and the door remained nearly closed. Shrugging, she decided to head for the bathroom. She lifted her hands in front of her again and took a few more steps. If she remembered correctly, she was now at the end of the bench. About four feet to the left was the bathroom and to the right was a small sitting area.
Before she could turn to the left, a rush of cold air seemed to surround her. Suddenly Kerry felt as if a shroud covered her, except it was cold. And it was definitely coming from the right side. Her curiosity got the better of her, despite her state of undress. Slowly she inched forward in between the chairs until she reached the wall the head of the bed rested against.
Pressing her hands flat upon the wall, Kerry slid her left hand away from her body. She wasn’t at all sure what she was doing, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Her fingers felt a tiny depression in the wallpaper. Quickly she traced the line down and then back up as high as she could reach. Meanwhile, her right hand was searching for a matching depression.
“Ahh,” she sighed as her right index finger located it. Sliding her finger downward, she became aware that the cold seemed to be moving forward. Kerry decided that it was moving through the wall and she was feeling warm once again. Quickly, Kerry leaned forward and pressed her
left cheek against the wall, listening carefully. Her whole body and face felt warm, except her hands and her left cheek, which were pressed tightly to the wall.
* * * * *
Broderick pushed the door open and was scanning the room for Kerry as he moved his fingers across the wallpaper, feeling for the overhead light switch. For a moment he thought he saw a white mist, or fog, surrounding Kerry. As he strained his eyes, squinting to see, his finger finally found the switch and the light came on. Instantaneously, the mist disappeared. The sight of Kerry half-leaning forward against the wall, with her nicely rounded ass sticking out the other direction, reminded him of some rather lustful ideas he’d had involving Kerry in just that position—
Kerry jumped back from the wall, startled by the light flooding the room. Blinking her eyes quickly, she tried to focus on Broderick. He smiled and held her pajama bottoms out to her on the end of his finger. As she walked back around to the bottom of the bed, he grinned.
“I thought you might be missing these.”
Kerry yanked the cotton shorts from his finger and quickly pulled them on. Broderick watched as she turned back toward the bed. Deciding that his bed would be much more comfortable, he reached out and grabbed her hand.
“Let’s go to my room, okay?”
Without waiting for her to agree, he turned and started for his room at the far end of the hall. Kerry followed closely, since he still held her hand. Inside the room, dim light came from the bathroom and it was easy to avoid any hazards. Pulling the covers back, he gestured for Kerry to climb in first. Stripping his remaining clothes off, Broderick eased under the covers next to her. He looked over at her where she was lying with the comforter pulled up to her chin.
“Shared warmth is a good idea,” Broderick murmured softly. When her lips curved upward, he grinned in response. Gently, he tugged his pillow over to hers and plopped onto his back. A few moments later, he heard her ask him softly, “Would you hold me, please?”