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AKillerComesToVisit
Author: Pookie
Title: Pookie | A Killer Comes To Visit
Part: Entire
Universe: Suburban Neighborhood
Summary: Melissa is house sitting for friends. Her boyfriend is
staying with her, enjoying the nice home together. A murderous
psycho serial rapist is on the loose. Melissa is left alone for a
few hours. An friend wants to see her for the last time on
Halloween night. Will she cheat on her man? Just who is this
friend, anyway?
Keywords: MF, cheat, oral
Revision: 1.00
Archive: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Pookie/
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STANDARD DISCLAIMER
The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT
entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit,
SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content
or language, please DO NOT read any further.
All characters in this are fictitious; any similarity to
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse
any of the activities described in this story.
This may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author, Pookie
(pookie_grrl@hotmail.com). This may be freely distributed
with this disclaimer attached.
Copyright © 2002-2003 Pookie. All rights reserved.
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A Killer Comes To Visit
By Pookie
It's been fun staying in this nice home all week with my
boyfriend. I've been house sitting for the Riley's, who have
been gone since last Friday and aren't due back until this coming
Sunday. House sitting can be a great job if you have all the
amenities with it. With it just being Thursday, we still have
some days left to enjoy the comforts that are unknown at the
apartments we live in.
The Riley's are paying me to stay in their home while they are
gone on a cruise to the Bahamas. Before they left, I was given
the grand tour of the home. Thomas told me to make myself at
home and enjoy myself while he and his wife, Teresa, are gone.
The Riley's are a fun couple who enjoy traveling when they can,
especially since they have no children yet. They know I'm
responsible enough not to have any wild parties in their home
while they are gone. Teresa also knows that my boyfriend, Mark,
spends many nights sleeping with me at my apartment. She
whispered to me before they left that they don't mind if Mark
stays over with me either. They are an open-minded couple that
understand just what it is like to be in love and adventurous.
This is a very nice home and a pleasant change from the apartment
I share with two other coeds. The living room is well furnished
along with a great big screen TV. The bedroom I'm using has a
queen size bed, making it great for playful lovemaking with my
sexy man.
There is a wonderful hot tub on the deck attached to the back of
the house that Mark and I have been using throughout the week as
well. The back yard has a privacy fence that allows us to enjoy
getting naked and enjoying each other in the hut tub. We have
had some pretty hot sex in the evenings out there, in and out of
the hot tub.
Late in the afternoon, Mark comes by the house after working at
his father's store. I fix him a quick sandwich before he has to
go back to help close the store tonight. He always stops by the
store after classes to see if his needs any help. Today
though has been slow at the store, but many of the part-time
workers took the day off because of Halloween events. So Mark is
helping to close up tonight.
As I watch Mark eat his sandwich, I think about today being
Halloween and the fun we can have this evening. I also think
about all the arguments we have been having over the past few
weeks.
"Melissa, I really don't like you staying here alone tonight ...
especially Halloween night. That serial killer is still on the
loose. I want you to come back to the store with me. It just
isn't safe for you to be alone tonight."
"No, Mark. I'm not going to stand around that store while you
and your talk half the night about that serial killer.
I'll be just fine right here until you come back to get me after
closing," I say, somewhat irritated.
"It just isn't safe for you to be here alone. I want you to come
with me. Please? Then we can go straight to the Halloween party
after closing. Okay?"
"But this killer hasn't been anywhere near this neighborhood. I
doubt he would come around here anyways," I say, becoming more
annoyed.
Watching him as he gets ready to go back to his father's store, I
know he is getting very upset with me because I won't go back
with him, that I would rather wait for him here at the house.
Only a few people know I'm staying here this week, so I feel safe
enough.
He looks at me very intently, "How do you know he wouldn't come
around here? The fact that he hasn't struck in this part of the
city is what make me so afraid that he will target this area
next."
"Why are you so obsessed with this?"
"I wasn't going to tell you this, but Frank stopped in the store
earlier this afternoon ... "
"Not the super macho cop ... you know how he likes to spread a
lot of crap, bragging that he knows more than anyone else," I say
sarcastically.
"Baby, he is in the homicide division. If anyone knows details
about this weirdo, he would."
"Okay, what did he tell you about this guy?" I ask in
frustration.
"Well you know he struck two nights ago. It has been his trend
over the past few weeks to strike every three days. Normally he
breaks into the victim's house by breaking through a window on
the side or back of the house. He brutally rapes his victims,
beating them very badly in the process as well ... "
"Mark ... I don't really need to know all of this ... "
"Listen to me. Please? When he gets ready to leave, he
disfigures the woman's face with some kind of knife with a large
blade. He then stabs her to death after she suffers from the
pain of having her face slashed. Finally, he uses her blood to
write what appears to be a love note to a he grew up with."
"A love note ... in blood?!"
"Yeah, the message always says that he is in love with the most
beautiful he has ever known, but he can never have her it
seems ... based on the note anyways. So, he is killing every
girl that looks like her ... before he kills her too, most likely
... so there will be no more reminders for him of what he can't
have."
"That guy is a real psycho," I say, feeling a little fearful.
"Mel ... the are all pretty with long hair. They
all are about your age as well."
"Okay ... yeah ... that's scary, I'll admit ... but what are the
odds he would come here? He hasn't raped and killed anywhere
near here. What are the odds he is someone I know? I don't
know anyone that is a psycho like that!"
"Mel ... "
"Mark, don't worry about me. I'll be okay right here for a few
hours. No one is out to kill me," I say, trying to let him know
that I can take care of myself.
"You ARE coming to the store with me."
"Don't tell me what I have to do! I can take care of myself!
You keep it up, and you won't need to even come back here later
tonight!" I say loudly, showing my anger at being ordered around
like a child.
"Okay, okay ... I'm sorry ... I'm just worried about you is all."
I take a deep breath, calming myself, "I'll be fine ... now go
back to work and I'll be ready to go to the Halloween party when
you get back later."
He moves over to me, taking me into his arms.
"I love you, Mel. Keep the doors locked ... and don't go
anywhere without letting me know first ... Please?"
Looking up at him trying to act calm, "Okay ... I love you too
... now go on ... I'll be just fine until you get back."
He leans down to kiss me tenderly. I walk him to the door and
give him another kiss. I watch him as he walks to his car in
front of the garage, turning to blow a kiss to me along the way.
He is such a sweetheart and a very caring man, but he has been so
controlling and demanding the past few weeks. It seemed to start
when the serial killer first struck. Closing the door, I walk
over to one of the windows to watch him as he pulls out of the
driveway.
I watch through the window as he leaves. I know he loves me and
is just concerned about me, but he needs to understand that I can
take care of myself sometimes. I've been living away from home
for several years now. I learned a long time ago how to keep
myself out of dangerous situations. I just wish Mark would stop
treating me like a defenseless child lately.
After sitting on the couch, I begin finishing a reading
assignment for one of my classes. It won't take me long, as
I've read this book before. I stop reading a few times to think
about my relationship with Mark. I love him so much, but we seem
to be getting on each other's nerves so often now. Maybe we are
moving too fast with our relationship? Maybe we need to spend
some time apart more often? Each time these thoughts occur, I
force myself to get back to my reading, knowing I never will get
finished otherwise.
After completing the reading, I decide to make something quick to
eat and watch for a while. Walking through the room, I
go into the kitchen to fix a sandwich to eat. Standing at the
sink, I look out one of the windows and gaze out into the front
yard. Darkness is setting in quickly now. I don't see any cars
drive past the house, which is unusual for this time of evening.
I don't see any trick-or-treaters out tonight either. Because of
the serial killer, the neighborhood has arranged for the kids to
come to the nearby elementary school for a Halloween carnival,
instead of walking the streets in the dark.
With my sandwich made and after pouring something to drink, I
walk back into the room and sit on the couch to relax.
Setting my sandwich down for a moment, I grab the remote control
for the and begin flipping through the channels to find
something fun to watch. I pause on one of the local channels to
catch the news and weather forecast for tonight.
Sitting on the couch eating my sandwich, I watch a few
commercials while waiting for the news to come back on. Finally,
the news program comes back on with the first news item covering
the serial killer still on the loose. The news anchor warns the
public to be careful tonight with this mysterious killer still
evading the police. For the first time since Mark left, I begin
to feel that maybe I should have gone with him to his father's
store. I begin flipping through the channels again, not wanting
to watch anything more about this scary killer.
The phone rings, startling me for a moment.
"Hello."
"Hey Mel ... everything okay there?"
"Yes Mark, everything here is just fine. Damn babe, you have
only been gone about forty-five minutes. I think I can take care
of myself a little longer than that!" I say, the irritation I was
feeling before returning now.
"I'm not calling to check up on you, baby ... I just wanted to
tell you again that I'm sorry for arguing with you earlier. I
know we've been arguing with each other more over the past weeks
... about different things. I wanted you to know that I'll try
to trust you more ... I know you can take care of yourself."
"I'm sorry too, sweetie. I guess I should be more understanding.
I know you're just worried about me. At least I know you really
do care about me."
"I do care deeply about you, baby ... I'll try to lighten up with
you. Listen, I'll try to be there in a few hours. It's really
slow here tonight ... probably because of it being Halloween ...
and because of the ... "
I interrupt him, "Yea ... I know ... because of the killer being
on the loose," I say, shaking my head in frustration.
"Mel, promise me you won't go anywhere until I get there. It's
already dark now and I would just feel better if you would stay
where you are until I get there."
"I promise I won't go anywhere ... I'll be right here until you
get back. Feel better now?" I say mockingly.
"Yeah ... thanks for understanding my concerns ... I guess. Be
ready to leave for the Halloween party by 9 pm. I should be able
to get out of here by then."
"Okay sweetie, I'll see you in a few hours then. Bye," I say
quickly, hanging up the phone.
Moments after I hang up the phone, I begin flipping through the
channels again, trying to find something fun to watch.
The phone begins ringing once more.
"Mark ... give me a break! Please?!"
"Uh ... I'm sorry. Is this Melissa?"
"Oh ... sorry. Yes, this is Melissa. Who is calling?" I say
meekly, feeling embarrassed.
"You don't remember my voice? This is Michael. Don't you
remember your best buddy you grew up with and went to school
with?"
"Oh! Hey Michael! I'm sorry. I thought you were Mark calling
me back."
"No. I wish I could be Mark, but it's just your lifelong pal
calling to talk ... sorry to disappoint."
"Oh, Michael! You know I love talking to you anytime. How did
you get this number? Only a few people have it since I'm just
going to be here for the week."
"I called your sister, Jessie, and got it after I called your
apartment. One of your roomies said you were house sitting for
some friends this week."
I last saw Michael about a month ago. He told me then that he
would soon be moving with his to California. Michael grew
up just down the road from my parent's house, out in the country.
We often played together being the same age. We had many classes
together throughout our years in school. We spent a number of
nights together out with our friends, partying and occasionally
getting drunk together. We always looked out for each other
though. On our high school graduation night, we hung out
together because I didn't have a boyfriend at the time, but he
was never my boyfriend or intimate with me.
Michael and I have been best friends since we were very young,
but we never did date each other for various reasons. We were
always there for each other when either of us needed a friend
though. When I moved into an apartment close to the university
campus a few years ago, we began to see each other less often,
usually when I was at my parents' house on weekends.
"So what's up with you, babe? Aren't you moving to California
soon?"
"That's why I called, Mel. We're moving sooner than I told you
the last time I saw you. We're leaving this weekend for San
Francisco. I was hoping I could come by to see you for a bit
tonight. I doubt I'll have much time tomorrow with trying to
finish packing everything."
"Come on over! Do you know where the Overlook subdivision is
at?"
"Yeah, what's the address?"
"1326 Lake Drive. The house sits off the street some ... just
pull up to the garage and come to the front door."
"Okay ... I should be there in the next fifteen minutes. I'm not
too far from there now."
"Okay. I'll listen for you. Bye."
Hanging up the phone, I begin wondering if I should call Mark and
let him know Michael is coming over. Mark seems to like Michael
from the times we have all been together. I decide not to worry
Mark right now. The less I talk to him right now, the less he
will aggravate me about being careful tonight with a killer on
the prowl.
I begin thinking again about how Mark has been getting on my
nerves quite often lately. Maybe we do need some space between
us for a while. Maybe we have let our relationship get too
serious over the past few months. For the first time, I
seriously consider the need to spend some time apart, to make
sure we really do want to be together as a couple. Maybe I'm
just over-reacting to our argument earlier, but I can't help but
wonder.
Realizing I still haven't finished my sandwich, I begin eating it
quickly so I can be finished by the time Michael gets here.
Flipping through the channels once more, I happen to catch
another local channel's evening news about the serial killer that
he is expected to possibly strike again tonight. I change the
channel again quickly, not wanting to watch it. Maybe I really
should've gone with Mark tonight after all.
I begin to really feel afraid now. The things Mark told me about
what the killer did to his victims are really frightening. Being
Halloween night doesn't help me feel safe and sound either.
Flipping through the channels, of course I happen to catch
glimpses of horror with legendary killers like Jason and
Freddie. Finally, I find a comedy show I can watch, hoping this
will get my mind off of being alone.
The sound of breaking glass startles me.
The sound seemed to come from the kitchen, which is on the side
of the house where the garage is located. A few moments later,
I hear what sounds like a firecracker. What am I suppose to do?!
Is someone breaking into the house?! I sit petrified on the
couch for a few moments, unable to think. Maybe I better call
Mark and let him know what I heard!
As I reach for the phone, I hear a pounding begin on the front
door. A familiar voice calls out my name.
"Melissa, it's me!"
I recognize the voice as Michael. As I'm slowly walking to the
door still fearful of the noises I heard, Michael yells out my
name again.
"Melissa, open the door! It's me, Michael!"
When I reach the door, he pounds on it again, which makes me
jump, out of fear. I move up to the door and peek through the
small window. I can see it is Michael. He looks like he is cold
standing outside. I open the door cautiously, letting him come
inside.
"Hey, girl! What took you so long to open the door? It's
getting cold outside! Are you afraid of your friend now?!"
Michael seems somewhat offended by my startled and fearful look.
"No, Michael ... I thought I heard something in the kitchen
breaking and then you're pounding on the front door ... I just
... got scared ... don't be upset with me, I'm sorry!"
I didn't mean to his feelings, but all the talk of a killer
on Halloween night and the sounds coming from the kitchen just
overwhelm me now. Arguing with Mark earlier has made me edgy now
as well.
"Let me check the kitchen out for you then ... it probably was
nothing. Can you show me where it is?"
"Yea ... follow me," I say sheepishly.
Taking his arm with my hand, I lead him cautiously through the
door to the room and point to the kitchen.
"Wait right here and let me check," he says, taking my tightly
gripping hand from his arm.
He walks to the kitchen door and takes a look inside before
walking through the doorway. He is in there for a few moments
before he walks back out and back over to me.
"I don't see anything broken or out of place. Maybe it was
something you heard on TV?"
"Maybe ... it sure sounded like a window breaking though ... then
maybe a firecracker going off after that ... I guess I'm just
losing my mind tonight!" I say, beginning to cry.
Michael embraces me, "Don't cry, Mel. I'm sorry if I scared
you. I didn't mean to sound angry when I came in the house
either. I guess I'm a bit on edge too lately. Moving to
California is really bothering me, leaving my friends behind,
especially you ... come on, lets go sit down. You look like you
just left a haunted house!"
"I'm sorry, Michael. It's just all this talk I've heard tonight
about this damn serial killer ... I'll be okay now ... can I get
you something to drink first?"
He pauses before responding, looking toward the kitchen before
saying, "No, but thanks. I can't stay too long anyways. I just
wanted to see you one last time before I have to leave."
"I'm glad you called and came over. I'm really going to miss
you. You've always been a great friend to me."
We sit down together on the couch. Michael seems to be acting a
little strangely right now. I guess it's just the looming move
across the country that is making him act differently.
I notice he is wearing the baseball cap that I bought for his
birthday one year while we were in high school. It seems like he
is always wearing a baseball cap. He takes it off and places it
on the end table by the couch, then looks back at me.
"Mel, you have always been one of my best friends. Remember all
the afternoons we played together after school? We used to ride
our bicycles all over the countryside. You were always just
like one of the other guys."
"Yea, those were fun afternoons ... we used to ride until it got
dark most days. I know our got mad at us more than once
for being gone for so long at times. We always seemed to lose
track of time together."
"I remember playing baseball with you during all those springs
and summers. You were a better player than most of the guys," he
says, smiling softly.
Looking at him sweetly, "Yeah ... those were fun days. You were
always a lot of fun to be around. You never treated me like I
was a yucky little girl. You always took up for me when the
bigger would pick on me and try to run me off."
He turns a little to look directly at me, "You were always a good
friend too. You always took up for me as well. Remember the
time Jimmy Taylor started a fight with me? He was so much bigger
than me then. He was going to whip my ass that day. But you
jumped right in between us, telling him to stay away from your
friend. I never forgot that, Mel."
"Well ... it didn't that I kicked him in the nuts so we
could run to our bikes and get away from him," I say, laughing
softly.
"Yeah! But you were there for me. You have always meant a lot
to me. I just wish ... well I just wish things could have been
different," he says, looking down sadly.
"Michael? What's wrong?! What do you mean you wish thing
could have been different?"
"Mel, you've always been the most beautiful I've ever known.
You've always been one of my best friends too. I just wish I
could have ... dated you some. After you moved from your
parents' house to your apartment, I guess I knew then that we
probably wouldn't have a chance to ever be ... closer."
"I would have loved to have dated you. I guess I always seemed
to have a boyfriend though when you didn't have a girlfriend."
"I would have broken up with any for the chance to be with
you. Maybe it was just teen love or something, but I really had
strong feelings for you ... I still do I guess," he says
wistfully.
I never realized it before now, but Michael probably always had a
crush on me. I guess he just wants me to know how he feels now,
knowing we won't be seeing each other for a very long time, if
ever again.
I reach out and take his hand into mine. I look deeply into the
eyes of my lifelong friend.
"You are a very special friend to me, more special in many ways
than any guy has ever been, other than Mark. Why didn't you ever
ask me out? There were times you could have you know."
"I have to admit ... I'm very envious of Mark ... I've always
wanted to ask you out on a date ... but I was always afraid I
would lose your friendship if things went wrong," he says
regretfully.
"Michael, you never would have lost ... "
He interrupts me, "I knew I wasn't as handsome as the you
usually dated ... and I didn't want to be embarrassed by having
you turn me down. You're the most beautiful I've ever
known. I've always loved you ... but I knew I could never have
you ... the way I wanted," he says, forlornly.
I know he can see from my reaction that I'm a little stunned by
his confession. I have always had strong feelings for Michael as
a friend, but I never realized that his feelings for me were so
deep.
Looking carefully into his eyes, "Michael, I've always loved you
as a close friend. I would've dated you if you had asked me. I
wish I had known how you felt all that time."
"It's water under the bridge now ... I'm just so glad we've
remained close friends for so long ... but I have fantasized ...
what it could've been like with you," he says disappointedly.
I feel a little apprehensive, but very flattered by his
confession. I begin thinking about what it could have been like
as well. He is a very attractive now. He has filled out and
become quite muscular. I feel myself becoming aroused as I look
at his strong, sexy body. I sit there quietly for a few long
moments before Michael gets my attention.
"Is something wrong? ... Did I upset you with what I said?" he
asks with distress in his voice.
"No, Michael ... nothing is wrong ... I couldn't help wondering
for a moment what it could have been like as well ... you're a
handsome guy," I say, affectionately.
"Thanks for saying that ... it means a lot to me to know you feel
that way. I didn't mean to ramble on tonight about having a
crush on you ... I'm sorry," he says, somewhat embarrassed now.
"Don't be embarrassed ... it's okay ... at least we both know how
the other feels now ... I just wish I had known before now
though."
"Well ... I guess I need to get going ... there is still a lot I
need to do ... would you do me one favor though before I go? He
asks shyly.
"I will if I can, Michael. What is it?"
"Would you let me ... can I ... kiss you ... just one time?" he
asks, almost blushing.
I look down at the floor for a moment thinking ... one kiss can't
hurt.
"I suppose ... a kiss would be fine ... I guess ... I wonder why
we never have kissed before, even as friends ... you know we
never even ... fooled around ... as kids," I say, blushing
profusely.
Michael stands up and takes my hand, pulling me eagerly from the
couch. Our eyes lock together. A strong feeling builds in our
gaze, unlike ever before. I feel an overwhelming desire to kiss
him. I've never felt these feelings for Michael before.
He takes my arms with his hands as he leans down slowly, our lips
meeting in a soft kiss. He pulls his face back from mine. The
passion in his eyes is even more intense now. I feel the same
passion building inside me as well. He leans back down and
kisses me softly again.
"I'm sorry ... I know I said just one kiss ... I couldn't help
... "
"Kiss me, Michael ... "
We embrace each other like lovers as our lips press together
tightly. I feel his tongue against my lips, my mouth opening
without restraint to accept it. Our tongues seem to battle with
each other, as our embrace grows even more intense. I can feel
his arms around me, his hands moving down my back, caressing me,
loving me.
He breaks the kiss for a moment and looks into my eyes intently.
I think about Mark for a moment, but my desire to be held by
Michael overwhelms me. I feel helpless to his desire. I want
him to take me.
Michael leans to kiss me again, deeply this time. My arms pull
him to me tightly. My lust for his touches consumes me. I know
in my heart that I'm going to give my body to him tonight. I
feel a strong need to make love with him. I know I'm about to
cheat on Mark for the first time, but I feel so lost in my lust
for my friend. I want him to make love to me so badly right now.
He begins kissing and nibbling on my neck; this is my weakness.
I begin moaning softly, letting him know that I'm surrendering my
body to him. I can feel him nibbling on my ear, causing me to
become even more aroused. He pulls back from me, looking into my
eyes, as if to ask for permission to continue. I can see the
lust in his eyes, as my own look tells of my desire for him.
"I need you to make love to me," I say quietly.
He kisses me deeply again before stepping back to look at me. He
slowly removes my clothes, gazing with desire as my body is
revealed to him. He kisses each part of me, as it is uncovered.
Standing back a step, he looks with intense desire at my body,
exposed to his eyes for the first time ever.
He quickly removes his own clothes, staring at my body intently
as he does. His large erection quickly catches my eyes. I step
to him, taking it in my hand. I kiss his chest as I caress his
throbbing cock. I can't resist the urge to go down on him. I
look into his eyes as I sink to my knees, still holding his
erection. I stare into his eyes, taking his swollen cock between
my lips very lovingly. I lick the head gently, swabbing it with
my soft wet tongue. I slide my lips along the bottom of his
shaft until I reach his sperm filled balls. I feel his strong
hands holding my head now, as I make love to him with my mouth.
I lick at his sack, taking each of his balls lovingly into my
mouth, gently. I can hear his moans beginning. I pull
my mouth away, looking into his eyes again as I move my lips to
the tip of his shaft. I slowly take his cock between my soft,
full lips again. My tongue and lips making love to him as he
fills my mouth and throat with his throbbing cock.
I begin sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, taking him deep
each time. I know he can hear the slurping noises as I take him
completely again and again. My hand massages his balls as I give
him the best I possibly can.
Michael pulls his cock away from my mouth. I whimper softly at
losing his handsome cock. He then lifts me so I'm standing in
front of him, gazing at my body for a few moments. He steps over
to the couch, pulling me with him before sitting down together.
Leaning to kiss me deeply again, his hands explore my firm
breasts. His mouth moves down slowly from my lips, kissing down
my neck to my breasts. He kisses, licks, and nibbles on each of
my hard nipples. I hold his head lovingly as he sucks hard,
alternating between each breast. He removes his mouth from my
nipple, kissing and licking down my body, taking his time to
explore me completely.
He kisses and licks the insides of each of my thighs,
tantalizingly close to my wet pussy. He pauses to look closely
at my exposed pussy. He uses his fingers to touch me lightly,
exploring, inserting a finger slowly inside my tight hole,
feeling my wetness. He slowly fucks me with his finger, looking
intently as my grasps at his loving finger.
While he continues to work his finger deeply into me, he moves
his tongue softly over my throbbing clit. He licks me lovingly
with his wet tongue. I moan deeply, holding his head tightly to
my aching pussy. I can feel his tongue bathing my clit as I
approach my orgasm. His tongue licks me furiously, fucking me
now with two fingers deeply. I lose control of my body and I
scream out as my orgasm begins. My body reacts strongly against
his mouth and fingers, as my deep moans grow very loud.
He pulls his mouth from my and moves up over me. My body
is still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. We both turn
on the couch so we are lying completely on it, with his body over
mine. I spread my legs willingly, encouraging him to put his
cock inside me. As the tip of his throbbing shaft touches my wet
opening, we kiss each other deeply once more. He breaks our kiss
and pulls his head back, looking down at me intensely. I tell
him in a deep, sexy voice to fuck my like he has always
wanted.
He thrusts slowly into my tight until he is completely
buried. I moan loudly, telling him how badly I need his cock
inside me, fucking me deep and hard. Michael begins thrusting
into me with long hard strokes. Our lips lock together, tongues
exploring each other's mouths as only lovers can. I raise my
hips to meet his hard thrusts, allowing him to go even deeper
inside me. His pounding drives my body back down hard into the
couch.
Michael begins moaning intensely as his orgasm approaches. I can
feel his cock swelling inside my tight pussy. With my pussy, I
squeeze his cock tightly as it makes love to me. I wrap my legs
tightly around him, holding him deep inside me. He groans loudly
as his cock explodes deep inside me. I can feel his filling
me. My own orgasm overwhelms me as I feel his cock jerking deep
inside my body, filling me with his hot sperm. I hold him
closely as our orgasms subside. I kiss his neck and face softly
as he catches his breath. Both of us are sweating from the
intensity of our fucking.
We turn sideways on the couch facing each other. His cock slips
from my sensitive pussy, filled with his sperm. We hold each
other still as we rest for a moment.
As I look at him, I begin thinking of Mark. I know I have now
been unfaithful to him for the first time. I've never cheated on
him with another before. I close my eyes and grow fearful of
the damage I may have just done to my relationship with Mark. I
love him so deeply. Yet here I am in the arms of another man, my
pussy leaking his fresh sperm. Tears begin streaming from my
eyes. What have I just done? What am I going to do now? What
am I going to tell Mark? Oh my God! Have I just destroyed the
best thing that ever happened to me?!
I feel Michael's hand touch the side of my face.
"Melissa, don't cry. It's going to be all right."
"Michael ... I just cheated ... "
"Shhh ... look at me ... "
I look into his eyes. He looks at me so tenderly.
"Thank you for giving me this time. Thank you for letting me
have you ... if only one time. I know you are scared now of what
we have done."
He brushes my hair from my face. He looks softly at me, almost
serene.
"I know you love Mark deeply, even though you both have been
arguing often over the past weeks."
I look at him in surprise.
"Mel, I know you're questioning your relationship with Mark
tonight, wondering if you're really meant to be together. I know
that he argued with you about going back to the store with him
tonight, so you wouldn't be in any danger. I know both of you
are afraid you will do something to the other ... don't be
afraid of each other. I know you're meant to be together. I
know you love Mark deeply. I know Mark loves you the same way.
The two of you have a bright, loving future ahead. You will have
ups and downs like any couple ... but you will eventually marry
Mark ... and live a long happy life together."
"Michael ... how ... how can you know this? How do you know
Mark and I have been arguing? How do you know what we argued
about tonight? How can you know what I'm thinking and feeling?"
He just smiles at me without answering.
"Don't worry about what we just did together. I'll be leaving
very soon and would never do anything to your relationship
with Mark. No one will ever know what we just did together ...
as friends. You didn't cheat on Mark with your heart. You could
never do that since it belongs to Mark."
He stands up and begins putting his clothes on. I move off the
couch as well and begin dressing. He smiles as he looks at me.
I know he can see the puzzled look on my face. How can he know
these things about me?
"I have to go now, it will be a very long time before we can see
or talk to each other again."
"Michael, you can call me anytime! You have my phone number.
Please call me when you get to California ... you are my friend."
"Melissa ... it will be impossible for me to call you. Just know
that I love you ... you will always be my friend."
He takes my arms with his hands. Leaning down, he kisses me
softly.
"Thank you for being a true friend to me ... all my life. I've
got to leave now."
Suddenly I notice blue lights flashing through the front windows
of the house. I break my embrace with Michael and walk quickly
over to one of the windows, glancing through the curtains. I can
see several police cars parked in the front yard; officers are
moving quickly from their cars and across the lawn with their
guns drawn.
I turn to look back at Michael, but he is gone.
"Michael?! Where are you?!"
There is no reply as I begin walking quickly through the house.
I begin running until I reach the backdoor and see that it's
locked, the deadbolt still secure. I quickly walk down the
hallway to the bedrooms looking for Michael. I begin hearing the
doorbell and banging on the front door. I assume it is the
police officers. I don't see any sign of Michael anywhere in the
house.
After checking each room, I quickly run to the front door. I
glance out the small window and see a police officer waiting for
me to open the door. I unlock the door and open it, letting him
come inside. After he enters the entrance hall, he looks around
to see if anyone else is with me.
"Are you alright, ma'am? Are you alone?"
"I'm fine ... what's going on?!"
"Your neighbor called 911 after he discovered that his had
found two beside your house. The had been barking for
awhile before he decided to come outside to see what was going
on."
"This isn't my house, officer. I'm just house sitting for a
couple while they are on a cruise. Did you say the neighbor
found two beside this house?!"
"Yes, ma'am. It appears that one of the was trying to break
into the house. It appears that he was able to break a window
before the other walked up on him. They struggled for short
time before they apparently killed each other."
"They are dead?!"
"Yes, ma'am."
The officer walks back to the front door, motioning for me to
follow. After stepping out on the porch, he points to the side
of the house where the garage is located. It is very dark in
that area, but I can see flashlight beams moving around from the
side of the house.
"It looks like the burglar stabbed the that walked up on him
a number of times. It appears that he wasn't able to subdue him
quickly though. The that was stabbed apparently had a gun or
took a gun from the burglar and shot him, killing him instantly
it appears. I doubt the who shot the burglar lived long
afterwards. His own injuries were pretty bad. Did you hear
anything within the past hour that sounded suspicious?"
I pause for a moment, wondering if I should tell the officer
about Michael, that he had been here for the past hour.
Another officer walks up quickly.
"Sir, it looks like we have the serial killer. One of the dead
men fits the description a witness to one of the earlier killings
gave us."
The officer turns to look at me.
"Ma'am, were you expecting someone tonight?"
Suddenly I become filled with horror. Michael was with me the
last hour. The only person I was expecting tonight other than
Michael is ...
"Oh my, God!"
It can't be him! Oh God! Please don't let it be Mark! He could
have come back to the house to surprise me! He could have walked
up on the killer trying to break in! Was Mark laying beside the
house dying while I was fucking Michael?!
I begin running to the side of the house screaming, "Oh my God
NO! ... I'M SORRY, MARK!"
As I get closer to the bodies, I see the headlights of a car
pulling in behind the police cars in the yard. A gets out
quickly, running up the driveway in my direction. As the
gets closer, I can see who it is clearly.
"Oh thank, GOD! Mark, hold me please!"
Mark takes me into his arms, holding me as I wrap my arms around
him tightly. I begin crying as I hold the I love in my arms.
"Melissa, look at me! Are you okay? What happened here?!"
"I should've gone with you! I'm sorry ... thank God you are
okay! I thought you were one of the dead beside the house!"
"What! What dead men?! I left the store after I couldn't reach
you on the phone. I figured something was wrong here. Thank God
you're all right! Who is dead beside the house?!"
The officer I was originally talking to walks up to us.
"Ma'am, is this the person you were expecting tonight?"
"Well ... yes and no ... another friend called and was going to
come by to see me."
Another officer walks up to the three of us.
"Sir, the phone line at the side of the house has been cut ...
just like with all the other victims."
I look up at Mark, "Do you remember Michael?"
"Yea ... What does Michael have to do with this?"
"He called me not long after I got off the phone with you. He
wanted to come by to see me."
"How did he know you were here? Why did he have to see you
tonight?"
"He called Jessie to find out where I was at after he called my
apartment. Remember me telling you he was moving to California
soon? He called to let me know he was moving sooner than he
thought. He wanted to drop by to see me one last time before he
moved away."
The officer points over at the two dead men.
"Could the other be your friend Michael?" the officer asks.
"I don't think so ...," I answer, unsure what I should say about
Michael right now.
"If you don't mind, would you walk over there with me and see if
you can identify the other man?"
"Yes, sir ... I'll try."
We all walk over to where the two dead are laying.
I glance down and look closely at one of the dead men. I don't
recognize the first I see, but I recognize the other
immediately; it is Michael!
"Oh my God! Michael is the serial killer?!" I scream, pointing
at the second man.
"No, ma'am. He isn't the serial killer. The other fits the
description we have though. It appears your friend Michael saved
your life tonight. He lost his own in the process though."
Mark pulls me away from the dead men. He puts his arm around my
back and walks me to the front of the house and inside. We walk
together into the room. He sits down with me on the
couch, holding me close. He raises my chin with his hand,
leaning down to kiss me like no other can.
"He was just going to come by to see me one last time before he
left! Why did he have to die?!"
"I don't know, baby. I wish I had known Michael better. He was
a true friend ... to both of us tonight. I don't know what I
would've done if you had been by that psycho killer."
While Mark holds me, I wonder if everything that happened in this
room tonight with Michael was just some kind of dream. Out of
the corner of my eye, I notice something on the end table by the
couch, Michael's cap sitting where he had placed it when he came
to see me ... for the last time.
The End
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