One More Time

by Ford, Mia

  “Hey, it’s only cool for Lara to do that,” Mark said.

  Lara quickly stepped up and hit him in the same spot.

  “There, that’s better,” Mark said. Followed by an “Ow…”

  I waited another minute and then I couldn’t hold it anymore.

  I jumped out from behind the bushes and screamed “McNare’s Alive!”

  Everything happened at once in a span of about five seconds, before they realized it was just me. But those five seconds were pure comedic gold.

  “Jesus!” Greg yelled dropping his beer and stumbling over his feet as he tried to run.

  Lara bumped into Mark and almost knocked him down as she screamed and tried to run.

  And Debbie simply screamed at the top of her lungs.

  “Wow!” I shouted between howling laughter. Oh, this was the best. I was laughing so hard my side started to hurt and I almost couldn’t stand anymore.

  “You dirt bag!” Greg yelled stumbling back towards us wiping beer off his shirt.

  “That was messed up!” Mark yelled.

  “You almost gave me a heart attack!” Debbie squealed between laughter.

  “I told you that you were all scared. It’s ok to be scared,” I said.

  I wrapped my arms around Debbie and pulled her close to me. Before she could say a word I planted my mouth hard on hers, tasting the fullness of her kiss, her hot, sweet breath, and getting a slight lick of her tongue against mine. Damn. My whole body was on fire with raging lust.

  “Don’t reward him for scaring the crap out of us,” Mark said.

  “He owes me a beer,” Greg added.

  “I did as I was asked,” I said pulling the little statue out of my pocket and holding it up for the group to admire. “And this is my reward.”

  “Congratulations,” Lara said. “You did it. Now you get to be part of the cool kids.”

  I laughed and pulled Debbie close enjoying a warm embrace. She smelled so good, delicious almost, like I wanted to run my tongue all over her body just to intake her whole scent. I’m sure she would love that.

  “So, what’s next, kids?” I asked.

  The group just looked at me like I was crazy with an odd smile on their faces.

  Chapter Seven

  Debbie

  “Thanks for offering to walk me home,” I said.

  “Sure thing,” Paul replied. “I’m glad to see you aren’t driving.”

  “Are you implying that I’m in no condition to drive?” I asked with a smile. I was a little bit buzzed from the evening’s drinks, not nearly drunk, but definitely was not going to get behind the wheel.

  “Right,” Paul said. “You see, I’ve had a lot of practice driving drunk. I doubt you have.”

  “I do hope you are kidding, but you are correct in assuming that I have no practice getting behind the wheel while inebriated. And that’s a good thing.”

  “I’m not even sure why I drove,” Paul said. “I guess I underestimated exactly how close to the Halloween Party I actually live. Back home our farm was out in the country, several miles outside of town. So, I am pretty much used to driving everywhere.”

  “Yeah, we can get our cars tomorrow. That’s the great thing about this town; it’s almost small enough to walk anywhere.”

  We walked in silence a few minutes. It was such a nice night. The air was warm for October, the sky was clear, but bright with an almost full moon looming overhead casting a glow on everything. It was one of the brightest moons I’d seen all year. You could almost see in the pitch black darkness.

  “I can’t believe you scared us like that,” I said. I’d nearly wet my pants. When Paul didn’t come back out after close to ten minutes I was starting to get legitimately worried about him. I was keeping my eyes locked in on the broken window he’d climbed in through, expecting to see him any second now. And when he didn’t come out, my heart had started creeping up until it was almost in my throat.

  And of course Greg and Mark were no help with their horror story “theories”.

  Then the roar behind me. It didn’t even sound like Paul. The voice was roaring, menacing, almost like some old Hammer horror film voice over.

  After I got over my near heart attack I realized it was a brilliant gag and my friends all loved it. Paul was in with us now. That was a comfort to me. I was really starting to like Paul, and while it was far too early to tell if it would develop into anything serious, I was just happy to know that if it did, then my friends had all approved of him.

  “Where are you living?” I asked.

  “I found a decent rental house about two blocks from here,” Paul said.

  “Really? Well, I live about five blocks down. So you are going to have quite the walk back,” I teased.

  “Oh, I can handle a few more blocks,” Paul replied. “But you know the evening is so young, maybe we don’t have to end it yet.”

  I glanced at the clock on my phone. It was just a bit past eleven. And I did not have work tomorrow.

  “You’re right,” I said. “But I just know you were excited to meet my parents.”

  Paul and I both burst out laughing at my joke.

  “Hey, parents love me,” he said. “Especially, moms. I can charm moms so fast you wouldn’t even believe it.”

  “Really? How many moms have you charmed in your day?”

  “Depends on where you are going with this,” Paul said. “I mean some of my ex-girlfriends had some hot moms. And some of them had some single moms. Hell, there were a few that looking back now, I should have just dated their moms and not them to begin with.”

  “You are crazy,” I said giving him a playful punch on the arm.

  “Yeah, but I think everyone is a little bit crazy. I’m right at the top part of almost too crazy, but not quite certifiable yet. I mean, I am a writer, remember?”

  “Oh, yeah,” I said. “Does that mean you have like a bunch of bizarre rituals or something? Is there anything weird I should know about you?”

  “Nah, I’m pretty basic, especially for a horror junkie.”

  “Is your house all decked out in nerdy horror stuff? You got like statues, costumes everywhere, weird posters?”

  Paul smiled. “No, I’m not that much of a nerd. Not that there is anything against that. I have much respect for nerds. But you would probably only guess my love for horror by browsing my bookshelves and my DVD collection. Actually, I’m kind of anti-decoration.”

  I smiled. That sounded weird.

  “What do you mean by anti-decoration?”

  “It’s a weird quark I have. I hate to decorate things. I don’t do posters, pictures, or anything. Hell, this little statue I stole from that abandoned house is going to be the closest thing I have to a decorative piece.”

  “I may just have to stop by sometime and see for myself,” I said. “I’m intrigued by this.”

  “Well, no time like the present,” Paul said. “We are almost there.”

  I looked up at him and our eyes locked. Suddenly, a very strong urge came over me I couldn’t explain. And I knew that this was going to happen tonight. And it was going to be amazing. It was going to be fun. And it was going to be a new experience that I would never forget.

  Hell, it might even turn into something real.

  * * *

  “So, what is your poison, my lady?” Paul asked extending his arm over his little mini bar he had set up in the corner of his living room.

  I scanned the collection of liquor he had available, impressed with his variety. He had vodka, bourbon, tequila, spiced rum, and even some Kahlua.

  “Let’s go with a vodka tonic,” I said. “Providing you have the tonic.”

  “But of course,” Paul said.

  He grabbed a bottle of tonic from the kitchen and a few glasses. He made us each one with a lime garnished on the edge of the glass. Very fancy.

  “So, how many drinks do you know how to make? Did you use to do bartending or anything?” I asked.

  Paul laughed. “No.
I just do the basics,” he said.

  He handed me my drink and sat down on the couch beside me.

  Paul was not exaggerating at all about his disdain for decoration. The walls were all bare. There were no knickknacks, no pictures, no posters, or anything else remotely fun to look at. His place looked like he’d just moved in that morning and had unpacked about two boxes.

  But I was impressed with his huge shelving unit full of paperback books. I strode over to the shelf and began reading a few of the titles he had. They were all organized by author. He had several Stephen King, some Dean Koontz, John Saul, Bentley Little…

  “Wow, how many books are here?” I asked.

  “At my last count about two hundred and eighteen,” Paul said. “I used to have a bunch more, but over time I sold them. Most of those are ones I’ve read more than once, the favorites. And I have a shelf for new ones.”

  “You ever hear of digital books? Kindle? Nook?” I asked.

  “Yeah, but I’m old fashioned. I do have a bunch of that stuff on my kindle app, but I still love the feel, the texture, the smell, of a good book. That’s one of the reasons I still get books from the library. It’s a different experience. You can see how lived in a book is, get a feel for how many times it’s been read…”

  “Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody who loves books as much as you,” I said. “I mean I consider myself a pretty voracious reader, or at least I used to be. But you got me beat by a mile.”

  Paul stood up and moved over to where I was standing.

  “You aren’t going to do that thing where you ask me to pick a random book, turn to a page, and name a line, so you can tell me what it is, are you?” I asked.

  “What?” Paul laughed. “That would be cool, but no I don’t think so.”

  “Well, I’ve heard there are people who can do weird stuff like that,” I said. “I was just checking to see if you were one of them.”

  “No, I’m not some kind of a savant or anything,” Paul said. “How about you? Being an accountant and all that might really come in handy if you can memorize an entire ledger or something in seconds.”

  “Yes!” I said. “That would be something.”

  “So, where did you go to school?” Paul asked.

  “Bowling Green,” I replied.

  “Wow, that’s a ways away,” he said. “Did you go on campus or online?”

  “I went on campus,” I replied. “Truthfully, I just wanted to get out of this little town. Granted, Bowling Green is in a small town, too, but not this small. I just wanted a change of scenery. I wanted to get away from my family for a bit, even though I love them dearly, and I wanted to see what else was out there.”

  “I can understand that,” Paul said. “But you came back, right?”

  “Yeah, I guess after a few years away I started to really miss home. And as luck would have it I was able to land a job in my field right here in town. So, I jumped at the chance.”

  “I read somewhere that people from small towns all want to leave, and some do, but most always go back home. I guess we all return home sooner or later.”

  “Do you think you will go back to your hometown?” I asked.

  Paul thought a moment. “Well, I might one day. But for right now I just wanted to see what else was out there. And I’d grown up reading about this place. Something happened back home that I decided I needed to get away from. Hopefully, one day I might change my mind. Unless, I find some great reason to stay here.”

  We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, as if agreeing this could become that thing…

  I shook my head. Why did I keep doing that? I kept being almost overtaken by the feeling that this was something different, something special, even though it was too new to really know that.

  “What about you? Did you go to college?” I asked.

  Paul shook his head no.

  “Nope, school was never really my thing. There were too many rules, and trouble seemed to find me for some odd reason.”

  “Trouble seemed to find you? Are you sure you had nothing at all to do with it?” I teased.

  “Well, maybe a little here and there,” Paul confessed with a smile. “But I knew that I wanted to be a writer and the type of writing I do I don’t feel can be taught in a program like that. And I’m too jittery to sit still in a classroom for that long listening to someone yap on about something they probably have never done, or at least never done well. I mean if they had they probably wouldn’t be teaching it. But I could be wrong. It’s just my opinion.”

  “That’s an interesting way to look at things.”

  “Yeah, plus by doing jobs that I hate it keeps me motivated to keep working harder on the writing.”

  “And what if you don’t make it?” I asked carefully. I hoped he didn’t take it as an insult. But I figured Paul had pretty tough skin.

  “Then I know I gave it my best shot and that’s all I can ever ask out of myself, right?”

  I smiled, nodded, and took a sip of my drink.

  “So, do you think it’s totally lame I still live with my folks?” I asked.

  “Only a little bit,” Paul said with a large grin. His teeth were almost perfectly straight, white, as if he’d had a lot of work done to them, but they appeared totally natural. He had the most beautiful smile. I could get caught up looking at it for hours on end.

  “Well, it saves me a lot of money,” I said. “Plus, I honestly enjoy living with my parents for the time being.”

  “Then that is all that matters. I don’t judge. I may tease you and bust your balls a bit, but I don’t judge at all. You shouldn’t feel ashamed about anything like that.”

  “I’m not,” I said. “Lara likes to give me a hard time about it, but that’s just Lara.”

  “Lara is insane,” Paul said. “So you’ve known all of your friends since high school?”

  “Junior high,” I said.

  “Wow,” Paul replied. “Sad to say I don’t have any friendships that long. All of my friends moved away after graduation.”

  “Why did you stay behind?”

  “My folks, I guess,” Paul said. “They are both farmers. I grew up helping my dad.”

  “Is that where that sexy physique comes from?” I asked.

  The second the words escaped my lips I felt myself start to blush. What the hell did I just say? I wasn’t usually this forward. Maybe it was time for me to stop drinking for the evening before I said something I shouldn’t have said.

  Paul was standing so close to me right then. He was so tight. He’d removed his suit jacket, tie, and dress shirt after we walked through the door. Now he was standing there in only a tight t-shirt and his slacks. I could see the definition of his tight, rippling muscles through the shirt. Damn he was fit.

  Paul noticed me looking at his body. He smiled at me gently, and looked me over from my feet to my face, pausing at my hips, and my large breasts.

  “So, what is on your mind?” I asked.

  Paul gave me the answer I was looking for.

  He took my glass and his own glass, set them on a bookshelf in front of us and then pulled me close to him, planting his lips on mine.

  Paul kissed me hard, passionately, cradling my body next to his, grinding his hips into me as if hinting at what lie beneath the surface, what he wanted to give to me, and I couldn’t wait to receive it.

  His mouth was open smothering mine, as if trying to swallow me. His tongue was whipping around inside my mouth with a fury and intensity I had never felt before. My own oral appendage was trying to keep up with his desperately, but he was pushing me down, suckling on me, drawing me out of my body.

  His hands were on my ass then. They were big and strong, squeezing my cheeks tightly in his large palms. I was getting so wet. I wanted his rock hard cock to slide into me, spread me open, and leave me wanting more and more of it. It had been a little while since I’d been with a man and all of my pent up lust and emotional pain was coming out of me at this moment. I
t was time to just let it all go and get what I wanted.

  Paul quickly pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my upper body. I was only wearing a bra now. His eyes grew wide with passion, a smile spreading over his lips as he pulled away from kissing my mouth. He reached behind me then and with one swift move had unhooked my bra. I shimmied my shoulders and sent the bra falling to the floor.

  Now my large double D breasts were on full display for him. Paul instantly bent down and grabbed one, big breast in each hand, and started squeezing them firmly. My nipples were getting so hard now. They were so sensitive.

  Paul seemed to know exactly what to do as he placed my right nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it. As he sucked he pulled back until only the nipple was in his mouth. My nipples are large and wide. The few men I’d been with had always complimented me on them, even though I’d always wished they were smaller. Paul definitely seemed to be in league with the majority here.

  Paul’s hands were working their way up the back of my skirt, inching ever closer to my pussy. I was so wet; I could practically smell my sexual scent wafting up to my nostrils. I hoped it turned Paul on.

  His hands found their mark and in one quick motion ripped my panties from my body, tearing the fabric to shreds. This somewhat violent act against an article of my clothing turned me on even farther.

  I was now exposed; my dripping, wet, aching slit was so ready for him. As Paul’s mouth continued to suck on my hard and delicately sensitive nipples, his fingers began to explore me, moving slowly at first and then with strong purpose slipping inside my moisture and sliding effortlessly between the lips. His fingers were thick, formed by hard work, and heavy weights. He had two fingers inside of me moving slowly in and out. Each finger would scrape the inside of my walls working in totally synchronization.

  My pussy was wrapping around each of his digits, almost squeezing them, pulsating as he pounded in and out of me, giving me the best finger fuck I’d ever had. He knew exactly how to keep me guessing and how to work my body.

  I couldn’t help but grind my hips a bit, feeling the rhythm beneath me, moving, vibrating, and pulsating. My juices were running out of me at a record pace, overflowing my inner walls.