Was he a ghost?
written by:
Wendy

The mood was set. The windows were blackened out. Imitation cobwebs hung from every corner, while eerie pumpkin head candles illuminated the rooms and cast flickering shadows everywhere. In the courtyard an old tin bath that had been discovered in the old barn had been half filled with cold water, and a dozen or so apples were merrily making ripples as the cool breeze caught them. The stereo system was loaded with a cd that had been filled with spooky sound effects. The fridge was full to overflowing with drinks of every description to please every palate. The old dining room table had been set up, and was laden with typical buffet food. Enough to feed a damn army! Dave and Kelly had said they were going to bring along some more "props" later for additional games.

Stacey cast a last critical eye over everything to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. She had been planning tonight's party for weeks now, and finally she could relax. Even the weather seemed to be on her side. It was cold and windy, but at least the rain looked like holding off. A good thing considering that some of the festivities would be spilling out to the courtyard, and no doubt the surrounding disused barns and outbuildings.

All that was left to do was to get herself ready. As she entered her bedroom she glanced at her outfit hanging on the wardrobe door, and couldn't help the little smile that spread across her face. A stroke of genius to have a masquerade...even if she did say so herself. Her costume, while being revealing to a certain extent, would hide her identity without hiding her sexiness. She had a feeling that Eric would recognise her at once. After all he was always calling her his little kitten. Well tonight she would show him that his kitty was fully grown...with claws!

As there were still 4 hours before her guests were due to start arriving, Stacey thought that she might take herself a nap and restore some much needed energy for this evening. She slipped out of her clothes, went and relieved herself in the adjoining bathroom, and then collapsed onto the bed with a satisfied sigh. Bliss! She didn't bother with closing the curtains. Just another bonus of living out in the sticks was the fact that people didn't just go past. Privacy was hers at all times.

She closed her eyes and let her mind drift to thoughts of Eric. Those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes of his, and that smile! He only had to look at her and she would get so hot that she melted into a puddle of delicious wetness. They hadn't been physically intimate, yet, but the innuendos were always there. She knew it was just a matter of time, and she hoped that tonight would be the night that all their flirtations and unspoken sexual promises would be fulfilled.

She wondered what he would be like as a lover. Would he be gentle, or would there be a controlled animalistic passion? As she daydreamed her hands started to move seemingly of their own volition. Softly they meandered from her neck down to her breasts, stroking gently at first, but as her thoughts got hotter so her hands got firmer. Squeezing her fullness and tweaking her nipples she felt herself moisten some more, and a liquid warmth started pooling in the pit of her stomach.

One hand crept lower still, over her belly and even lower, until she reached her mound. With the palm of her hand she applied pressure and gasped as she felt her clit start to swell and tighten. Her middle finger slid between her womanly folds and felt the wetness there. Slowly she circled her bud, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her moan deep in her throat, until her body cried out for more. Harder and faster she pressed and rubbed, her clit growing ever more sensitive with every flick of her finger. Her fingers on her other hand still pinching her nipples, teasing them deliciously. Her legs started trembling and a feeling akin to pins and needles started travelling all the way from her toes up to the very core of her. She rubbed faster still, and with a final throaty moan, fell over the edge into her orgasm. Without moving her hand she sighed and fell into a satisfied sleep.

She wasn't sure what woke her up from her slumber, but when she opened her eyes the room was in darkness and the faint sounds of music and laughter could be heard. She sat up with a start, rubbing her eyes to try and banish any hint of sleepiness away, and looked at the clock. "Oh my God!" It was almost 10.30pm!! She must have fallen into a deep sleep and didn't even hear everyone arriving! What must they think of her?

Swinging her long legs over the side of the bed, she hurriedly thought through her options. Should she throw on a dressing gown and go and apologise, or should she get dressed into her outfit first? As she was already late for her own party, and thinking that another half an hour wouldn't really make much difference at this point, she opted for the latter.

Having made up her mind, she walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on full blast. Thank goodness she had washed her hair this morning. With its short style it wouldn't take much to get it into the spiky, messed up style she usually wore it in. And with the head part of her costume nobody would really see it anyway. She let the water cascade over her body, enjoying as she always did, the gentle sting as it hit her nipples and gasping as they pebbled up. She berated herself about getting horny at the most inopportune moments, and proceeded to vigourously soap herself down, thankful once again for having the foresight to shave her legs, underarms and pussy during her morning shower.

Stepping out of the shower she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and turned to the full-length mirror. Carefully applying makeup to her blue-green almond shaped eyes, she added extra black mascara to accentuate her lashes. A touch of blusher and some deep red lipstick and she was almost done. The final touch was a few whiskers drawn on with eyeliner. Perfect! Dropping the towel she moisturised herself down with lotion. The subtle smell of honeysuckle tickled her nostrils, and her skin felt silky smooth under her fingers.

Before dressing she couldn't help assessing herself in the mirror. Her eyes shone back at her from her reflection as she took in her appearance. She wasn't skinny by any means, but she wasn't large either. Her full breasts and large puffy nipples, and her stomach showed no visible signs of aging. But her waist was tapered, and her hips and ass rounded in all the right ways. Not bad for a woman pushing 24 she thought.

Taking her costume off its hanger she stepped into it. An all in one body suit, the bottoms of which were skimpy hotpants, hugging her ass like a glove. The top half had a zipper so that it could be as revealing as the wearer wanted it to be. Stacey decided to be daring and put it just below her bust, showing off her ample cleavage. It came across her neckline and sat on her shoulders, showing off her collarbones to perfection. The sleeves were long and tight, and accentuated her toned arms beautifully. On her hands were gloves designed to look like cats claws. To finish it off there was a cat's hood, which came over the top of her face down as far as her eyes, topped off by some feline ears. Thigh high black boots with four inch stainless steel heels completed the overall effect.

A final glance in the mirror confirmed what she already knew. She looked good. Damned good! With a self satisfied smile she left her room and made her way downstairs.

Following the sounds of laughter and the clinking of glasses she made her way to the back room where she'd laid everything out earlier in the day. When she reached the doorway she stopped, looking around at the people milling about inside. She smiled as she watched the interaction between everybody, and then frowned. She couldn't remember inviting so many people. Then she realised that on the invites she'd said to 'bring a friend'. It looked like more than one friend per person had been brought, but she didn't mind. There were more than enough refreshments for everybody.

As she stood there quietly she tried to decipher who was who. It was an impossible task, as everyone had come dressed for the occasion in fancy dress costumes. This also delighted her, as normally there were always a few people who didn't feel comfortable dressing up, or considered it too childish. The array of outfits was outstanding. There seemed to be every imaginable costume, ranging from monsters and sexy witches, to mummies and ghouls. Everyone had really made an effort! Stacey wasn't sure what time people had arrived, but from the looks of things the party had been underway for quite some time.

As she looked around she tried to discover what character Eric was. She really couldn't imagine him dressing up as a monster or ghoul. Then, as she looked across to the door leading out to the courtyard, she spotted him. Dressed all in black he looked even more handsome than he normally did, if that were possible. He had on black figure hugging pants, and a black shirt open to the waist. An ankle length black leather coat added to the effect, as did the black mask he wore. Stacey guessed he'd come as Dick Turpin, or some other scoundrel from bygone days.

He was stood talking to a woman dressed provocatively as a serving wench. He was leaning against the doorframe, a drink in hand, laughing huskily at something the woman said to him. Upon hearing the sound Stacey felt the usual tightening in her pussy as she moistened instantly. Instantly Eric's head shot up and he pierced her with his brown eyes. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared. It was almost as if he was sniffing the air. One eyebrow was raised in an enigmatic questioning way, and Stacey felt herself blushing, although she was at a loss as to why.

Without breaking his gaze from her, he leaned down and whispered something to the serving wench. She looked at Stacey, then back at him, and said something in return which made them both laugh. Stacey determinedly looked away and cast her gaze around the room once more, but as if her eyes had a will of their own, she looked back again almost immediately. To her surprise the wench and Eric had disappeared. Stacey felt a pang of childish jealousy as she realised that they must have gone through the door out to the courtyard. She hadn't realised that he had a girlfriend, and the knowledge wasn't pleasant.

Determined not to let anyone see that she was a little upset she decided that it was more than time that the hostess mingled with her guests. With that thought in mind she took a deep breath, and then almost choked as a husky voice whispered in her left ear. "You want me."

She spun around, and would have fallen in her ridiculously high heels if he hadn't thrown out an arm to steady her. She looked up ready to splutter some inane comment at whoever had startled her, and was immediately struck dumb when her eyes made contact with Eric's. "Oh! I thought you'd gone...I mean, you were with..."

Her voice trailed off as the warmth in his eyes matched that of his arm which was still around her waist. He smiled lazily down at her as his fingers started to slowly rub her hip. "Yes?" He murmured, in a voice that was as unlike him as his outfit was. "I was...?"

"W-what I m-meant to say," Stacey stuttered, "was that I t-thought you'd gone outside."

He looked down at her and said nothing. His hand still continued to rub slowly over her hip, but seemingly with an added pressure. Or was that just her overactive imagination? She watched his eyes narrow slightly and once again his nostrils flared. "What?" She asked in a shaky voice. With his continuous stare he was really starting to unnerve her now.

"You're hot. I can smell how much you want me," he finally uttered. "Don't deny it."

All Stacey could think to say was "Smell? Are you saying I smell?" She could feel her colour rising again in embarrassment, and tore her gaze away from his eyes.

"Yes. You smell of the sweet scent of arousal."

She gasped! "Shhh. It's perfectly alright. In fact it's quite delightful," he told her, in that unfamiliar throaty voice. "You want me," he repeated what he had said a few moments ago. "But it's ok, because I want you too."

Her eyes once again flew to his, and took in his hooded stare. Then, to her chagrin, she realised that her own stare had lowered, to his crotch! Her eyes widened and she heard herself gasp as she noticed the bulge that was there. His own arousal was blatantly obvious, and unwittingly she licked her lips. He let out a low, almost inaudible growl that she seemed to feel through his fingertips as they tightened imperceptibly over her hip. She tore her stare away from the tantalising sight before her and once again looked up into his eyes. They seemed to have gotten darker, or was that because his pupils had grown so big?

"Come." Just the one word was said and she felt his hand move away from her hip. She felt an instant sense of loss as the warmth was removed. And then her hand was engulfed in his and he pulled. Wordlessly she allowed herself to be manoevered, while thinking that she couldn't remember his hands being quite so big! They worked their way through the throngs of people who seemed to just step aside to allow them easy passageway. Stacey couldn't help but notice that some of the women smiled with what seemed like reassurance at her, while others scowled enviously. And the men seemed to either be grinning knowingly at Eric or peering lustily at her! For the life of her she couldn't make out a single person she knew, and right at this moment in time she was beyond caring if a hundred people had gatecrashed her party!

Through the room they walked, to the open doors and out into the courtyard. More people were out here in various stages of drunken merriment. Stacey noticed that a few additions had been made. There was a small fire burning, and a spit had been set up over it, on which what looked like a hog was roasting away. Some partygoers were having fun dunking for apples in the tin bath, and others were laughing like children while they played a game of what she assumed was blind man's buff. Everywhere she looked people were drinking and laughing and having fun. And everywhere she went, people would stop and give her the same curious looks that she'd noticed as they walked through the house.

Breathlessly she almost ran to keep up with Eric, who walked with a steady, but fast pace. They went through the courtyard and out of the stone arched gate. He led her across the small open field until they reached the barn. Pushing open the doors he pulled her inside. Even though it was dark, the barn was illuminated by the full moon through large gaps in the roof, and an eerie silvery glow seemed to envelope them. The sweet smell of hay and wood filled the air. The only sound was their breath. The party and her guests were all but forgotten.

Eric led her to a stall at the end of the barn. He turned to her and she looked up at him in shy anticipation. She had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever. Imagined it countless times, but now that it was here she was surprisingly unsure of herself or of what to do. Looking into his familiar, and yet at the same time unfamiliar eyes, she hoped that he would take the lead. He didn't disappoint her.

Leaning down to her he whispered again into her ear, his breath tickling her neck and sending a delicious shiver down her spine. "You want me." It wasn't a question, it was a statement of fact. "You want this." Even though it was unnecessary she nodded gently to confirm what he already knew. He took her left hand and directed it to his bulging crotch. Her breath catching in her throat, she felt her hand cup against him, gauging his thickness and feeling his heat through his pants. She moaned softly and he chuckled sexily.

A dull ache began between her legs, and she felt her folds swell and dampen. She tried to calm her pounding heart, but to no avail. And he knew! He seemed to know everything she was feeling, and from the look on his face he enjoyed the knowledge and the satisfaction it gave him. She felt his manhood pulse beneath her hand and she moaned again.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and brought her into him. Angling his head he trailed kisses from her ears, down her throat and up to her lips. She opened her mouth up to him and felt his tongue come to meet hers in a kiss full of leashed passion. With a gentle but firm pressure, she felt his hands on her shoulders pushing down. Without a word she dropped to her knees in front of him. Eric released her shoulders and undid his pants. Freeing his engorged manhood with one hand, he placed the other on the top of her head and guided her into him. "Taste me," he instructed.

Stacey needed no further prompting. With a tentative tongue she reached out and licked at the mushroom shaped tip of Eric's member, lapping at the bead of precum that glistened in the ethereal light of the moon. She flicked her tongue over her lips, and then sank them slowly down onto Eric's shaft, relishing in the groan of approval that came from him. She took as much of him in her mouth as she could, and let it rest there while she licked and suckled. Giving an appreciative "hmmmm" around his cock at the masculine taste of him, and making him shudder. She took a hand and cupped his balls, feeling the weight of him and mentally noting how tight he felt. Her lips clamped tighter around him as she moved her head up and down, all the time massaging his sac.

"Deeper," he moaned at her gutturally. "I want more."

She looked up at him and their eyes connected. She removed her mouth from him to whisper, "I can't go any deeper. I'll choke."

He smiled down at her and his hand once again guided her head back to his waiting shaft. "You can do it, because you want to," he encouraged. "Open your mouth for me Kitten." She did as instructed and parted her lips, and with his free hand he held himself ready for her. "All the way baby," he whispered.

As she closed her mouth around his turgid cock he moved his hips slowly forward, until she could feel him touching the back of her throat. Instinctively she went to pull away, but as she heard his gasp she found renewed determination. Once again she lowered her mouth onto him, deeper this time, and then slid her lips back. Slowly she went, going deeper with every journey her mouth made on his cock, her hand making a fist around him and working in unison with her mouth. Triumphant she realised that she had the whole length of him in her moist little mouth, and let out another moan of celebration. Eric started to move his hips slowly in and out, making love to her mouth firmly and deliciously. Stacey thought she'd never get enough of it and could feel the wetness between her legs spreading and her nipples tightening.

Eric reached down and pulled Stacey up. "Enough," he growled. "Or I'll be finished before I've started."

She smiled saucily at him. "You enjoyed that huh?" She asked needlessly.

"You know I did," he replied. "And now it's my turn to return the favour."

With that said she felt his fingers on the zipper at the front of her outfit. She held her breath as he reached inside and found her hard erect nipples. Using a thumb and forefinger he pinched gently, and straight away her clit screamed at her, making it feel as though there was a direct link between it and her nipples. The intense pleasure she felt was almost enough to have her on her knees again.

"Please," she whispered. "Oh God, please!" Stacey felt as though she was melting she was so hot! She could feel her juices pooling and coating her pussylips, and she tried to alleviate it by clamping her legs tightly together. Unfortunately all this did was intensify the feeling of pressure her poor little clit was feeling. It hadn't even been touched, and yet it was aching as though it had been rubbed raw.

"Please what Kitten? What do you want?" He asked against her throat. "This?" As he said it he lowered his mouth to her engorged nipple, sucking her into him, latching on with his teeth and flicking his tongue over the senstitive tip.

"Ohhhhh my Goddddd!" She felt him smile against her tit and his hand started its slow descent over the plane of her stomach, while his tongue and teeth continued their assault on her heaving bosom. His fingers tickled and tantalised as they made their way south until they were at her core. Time seemed to stand still as she waited breathlessly for what was coming next. And then his finger was sliding between her folds, feeling the moistness there. Stacey's breath caught in her throat as his digit ran lazily from her clit to her opening, parting her lips easily.

"Mmmm. So wet Kitten," he murmured huskily. "I knew as soon as I smelled you that you would be."

His lips trailed a blazing path down her body, following the path his hand had taken just moments before. Stacey looked down at the top of his head, and her fingers coiled around the thatch of dark hair. Once again her breath seemed to desert her as his mouth reached the top of her mound. With a finger and thumb he parted her labia, and his gaze on her pussy seemed almost as hot as his breath. And then slowly, oh so slowly, he reached out with his tongue and tasted her for the first time.

Sensations seemed to explode in Stacey's body as she felt the tip of his tongue go on its voyage of discovery. Her clit seemed to become engorged and even more swollen if that were possible. He rolled his tongue in circles, alternating between flicking at her most sensitive of erogenous zones, and lapping at it with the whole length of his seemingly, curiously, slightly rough tongue. With shaky breath Stacey clung to his head as though it were a lifeline, as her knees threatened to give way beneath her.

Looking up at her, with eyes that seemed to glow in the filtering moonlight, Eric placed a hand on each of her hips and tugged Stacey down onto the sweet smelling hay. Kissing his way back up her body, he helped her to remove her clothing before standing to divest himself of his own. Standing over her and staring down with eyes full of lust and his member standing proudly to attention, he perused the delight before him and gave another little growl of appreciation at the sight of her naked, trembling and wanton.

"Beautiful," he said quietly as he knelt before her opening legs. "Just how I remember you."

Stacey felt a momentary confusion at his words, as this was the first time they had ever been intimate in this way. Her confusion however was soon forgotten as he, once again, put his mouth to her pussy and started lavishing her with pleasure. With a thumb and forefinger he gently parted her lips and proceeded to suck her sensitive clit into his mouth, holding it between his teeth and biting down gently while his tongue flicked over her swollen bud.

Just when Stacey didn't think she could take much more, he inserted two fingers deep into her, positioning them so that they rubbed against her secret inner spot, and alternated circling her clit with his thumb and tongue. Moving his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, he licked her lips and clit in time with his hand. As his fingers got faster and rougher, so did his tongue, until Stacey's legs started shaking uncontrollably and she reached down with her hands and tried to pull his hands and head away from her.

"Not yet," she pleaded. "I want to feel you in me when it happens."

"No Stacey. This time is for you," he told her in his deep sexy voice. "Your pleasure will be mine, and then mine will become ours." With a groan of impatience she tried to pull him up to her, but he took her hands and held her still. "Patience Kitten," he ordered. "Patience. I've waited a lifetime to taste you again." He placed a kiss against her outer lips. "To feel your warmth and your softness beneath my mouth." Again he placed a kiss, this time with a little more pressure. His warm breath as he spoke made her hotter still, and she sighed with pleasure. "To hear the sounds you make, and know that I'm the one causing them." He slid his tongue over her bud, and her hips rose with a will of their own in time to his ministrations. "To have you explode over my tongue and taste your bitter-sweet liquid." With that he buried his tongue as deep as he possibly could inside her throbbing pussy, and Stacey lost all control of her mind and her body.

Shuddering, with shaking legs and moaning deeply, she felt her body tense up and her inner muscles start contracting around Eric's tongue. Gripping his hair and pulling his face in deeper, her hips bucked as she climaxed with such force that she felt the wetness gush from her body and, as if from far away, she heard Eric growl in approval. "That's what I've been waiting for," he said throatily, as he greedily lapped up her juices.

Once he was satisfied that he hadn't missed any of Stacey's nectar, he kissed his way back up her body, stroking softly at her belly and then gently scratching his nails over her skin. Reaching her breasts he squeezed and massaged them, making her gasp and causing her nipples to peak once more. "So responsive," he said, as though talking to himself.

Stacey felt goosebumps rise on her arms as she listened to his deep voice and felt his warm hands on her body. In the distance she could faintly hear the sounds of music playing its haunting melody as the party went on. The sounds of raucous laughter mingled with that of the wildlife as an owl hooted near by, and further away was the sound of wolves singing to the moon. The wind had picked up, which served to add to the perfect Halloween atmosphere.

Eric continued his almost lazy investigation of her body, and against her leg, Stacey could feel his still hard cock pressing hard and hot against her leg. She turned on her side and propped her head on one hand, while her other started its own trailing, tentative trail over his torso. Down over the side of his ribcage with butterfly soft fingertips, she let her hands explore. When she reached his hip she pushed gently. Taking her not so subtle hint he allowed himself to roll over onto his back.

Stacey swung a leg over his body and pulled herself up so that she was straddling him. With a leg either side of his hips, she lowered herself until she was sat on his lap, his dick sandwiched between his own body and the wetness of her center. Slowly she let herself rock against him, feeling his length rub against her and pressing down harder still. She lowered the top half of herself until she was leaning over him, her chest against his, their heartbeats drumming in unison. Looking down at him she was mesmerised by the look in his eyes once again.

"How is it possible?" she asked, and didn't realise that she had spoken aloud until Eric replied.

"How is what possible Kitty?"

"How is it possible that I already know what you like?" she responded. "That I know you like me to ride you? That I know you like this so much?" She lowered her head until her mouth was at his nipple, and took it inside her waiting lips. Clamping her teeth around it, she flicked over the hard little nub with her tongue causing him to shudder and gasp. She kissed her way across his chest to his left nipple, and gave that the same treatment. He moaned out loud and grabbed the back of her head, pulling not too gently on her hair. "See?" she stated. "You love that, and I knew you did even before I did it."

Eric just smiled mysteriously up at her.

Returning her hands and eyes to his chest, she swirled her fingers through the smattering of hair there, teasingly scratching. Then her eyes focused on a small scar just below Eric's left nipple. Her finger probed the puckered skin curiously as her lips started to form the questions her mind was filled with. With what was almost a snarl Eric flipped her over so that she was on her back and he on top of her. "Don't ask!" he said, leaving Stacey in no doubt that the subject wasn't open for discussion.

As though to make his point even stronger, he thrust forward with urgent intent, and his shaft entered her in a single fluid movement. With a breathless moan Stacey felt her pussy stretch to accommodate him as he filled her almost painfully. Raising himself up on his arms, Eric looked down at her as he buried himself up to the hilt inside her warm wetness and let himself rest there. Teasingly, he gyrated his hips without withdrawing from her, making her moan with frustrated pleasure.

Agonisingly slowly he started to pull away from her, and her inner muscles clenched around him in protest. Withdrawing until just his head was inside, he then slammed down with such force it knocked the air from Stacey's lungs! Again he moved his hips back as though in retreat, and hesitated at the entrance of her pulsating opening, before pounding into her with a grunt. His balls slapped against her backside with each thrust, adding a new dimension to the sensations her body was experiencing.

As he once again pulled out, she could feel the moisture that had seeped out of her and coated his shaft and balls, and moaned in futile protest yet again. Stacey reached around behind him and gripped his ass, digging in her nails as she locked her legs around his hips. Then, with all her strength she pulled him back into her and started moving her lower body, showing him what she wanted.

With a throaty moan of approval, Eric matched her tempo stroke for stroke, seemingly going deeper and harder with each one. "Oh sweet Jesus!" Stacey couldn't help but cry out, as he impaled her again and again bringing them both closer to their climax. Their sweat-slickened bodies slid together sensually as her pussy contracted and clenched around him. The scent of their love-making tickled their nostrils and fueled their passion. And the erotic sounds emanating from them both filled the air in a song that was as old as time.

Stacey's nails dragged down Eric's back as he relentlessly pounded her. So deep were his thrusts into her that she could feel him in the pit of her belly. "Touch yourself Kitten," he demanded. "Touch me!" She reached a hand down between their bodies as he lifted himself slightly from her. Her fingers glided over her stomach and down to her pubic mound until they skimmed over her oh so sensitive clit. As she rubbed in small circular movements Eric looked down to where they were coupled. "That looks so good Kitty," he said appreciatively. "So damn good."

Stacey's answer was a breathless, ragged sigh.

Her hand wandered lower still, until she could feel his wet length as he continued to move in and out of her. She circled his cock with a thumb and finger and squeezed gently, and then proceeded to move down and around to his sac. The palm of her hand was coated with the sticky wetness of her juices and his precum that had trickled out and covered his scrotum. With a devilish curiosity she brought her hand up to her mouth and licked it clean, all the while looking up into his eyes. "Share!" he ordered, and her hand found its way back to the warm wetness between them. Coated once more she held her hand up for him. With a groan of appreciation he licked it clean before sucking her fingers into his mouth, one at a time. "We taste so good together," he whispered hoarsely.

Her hand once again clean she slid it back down between them and massaged his balls while he continued to slide in and out of her. Stacey could feel him tightening and knew that he was close. She raised up her head and took his nipple into her mouth and bit it gently. "God Kitty!" He growled, as his back arched. His relentless pounding gathered momentum, and Stacey could feel a warmth building at the very core of her. Their breathing got heavier and the moans of passion increased as they neared the brink.

"Eric!" She gasped. "Please....Oh God...please!" Her pussy tightened around him as she felt him swell even more inside her. A few more hard strokes and she was free-falling into an abyss that was filled with pleasure, clutching at Eric as though he was the only thing in the world that was solid. Her entire being seemed to explode with sensations and her pussy spasmed around his member as her body urged his into it's own matching climax.

With an almost primal sounding howl, Eric threw his head back and with one last thrust into her he unloaded stream after stream of molten cum deep inside her. Stacey could feel his cock pulsate and twitch as it emptied into her, and her pussy clenched and unclenched around it, milking him of every last drop. Her heart was pounding so hard that it sounded to her ears as though she could hear the heartbeat of every night creature. So real was the sound that she felt a momentary fear, until she realised it was just her own heightened emotions causing the cacophony of inner noise.

Sucking in great gulps of air Eric rolled over onto his side and pulled Stacey with him, his softening length still embedded deeply inside her. Facing each other he tenderly ran his hand up and down her side and over her back. She shakily touched a hand to his beloved face and stroked his cheek. He reached up and clasped it with his own hand and brought her palm to his mouth in the gentlest of kisses. "Always remember this Stacey," he seemed to plead. "Always remember that you are mine, and that I, in turn am yours." Stacey started to tell him that she would not, could not, ever forget, but he held a finger to her lips. "Shhhhhh Kitten," he said. "Sleep now."

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his body, warming her in the night-chilled air. Stacey fought against sleep, but felt an overwhelming drowsiness. With a satisfied sigh she felt her eyes slowly close as she drifted into slumber.

A sound awoke her and she opened her eyes grudgingly. With a start she realised that she was back in her own bed. "Hey there sleepyhead." A teasing voice drew her attention to the bedroom doorway. Eric stood there watching her with a teasing smile on his face. "I didn't think you were ever gonna wake up," he said with a smile. "I hope you don't mind me coming over early, but I thought I'd come straight from work and get changed here."

Confused, all Stacey could mumble was "Huh?"

Eric laughed. "Don't tell me you've forgotten about your own party?" Stacey sat up in the bed and looked around her in a daze. Her outfit was still hung on her wardrobe door! A glance at the clock told her that it was only 7 o'clock! A dream! It must have been nothing but a dream!

"Are you ok Stacey?" Eric asked in a concerned voice.

"F-fine I think," she stammered.

How could she tell him that she'd just had the most erotic dream of her life, and that he had been the main character! Deciding that he had no need to know she laughed her mood and the remnants of her dream off. "You can use the bathroom first while I wake up."

She looked away as Eric thanked her and started to unbutton his shirt, but couldn't help peeking at him when she was sure he wasn't looking. As he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders he turned slightly, and Stacey gasped when she caught sight of the little puckered scar just under his left nipple. Hearing her sharp intake of breath Eric turned a quizzical gaze at her and raised an eyebrow in question.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "I was just wondering how you got that scar," she replied.

"What scar?" He said, turning to look at her full on. "I don't have any scars." As Stacey started to point, in the distance an owl hooted, and a wolf howled, and before her very eyes the scar faded to nothing.

And then a whisper reverberated through the recesses of her mind.

"Remember me" was what she heard....