Haunted: DL's Story

She lay on her back beneath me, and as my hips settled between her thighs, preparing to enter her, to go where none but he had ever been, I asked him again if he was sure about this. I could feel her gaze questioning him too. He held her hands and kissed her before nodding his assent. I wanted to watch her eyes as I entered her so I kissed her and whispered, "I want to see your eyes." This was the only chance I'd have to be with her and I wanted to remember everything. And I wanted her to feel how much I really did love and desire her. She had once confessed to me that for years, until she met him, she'd felt undesirable because no one had ever asked her for a date, that no one had even seemed to notice her. I had noticed her but she was one of the few friends I had, and the only girl and I'd valued our friendship too much to risk screwing it up. We, me and the other guys at school, had known she was the keeping kind, the kind of girl you'd want to take home to meet Mom and Dad. We were hormonal teenaged boys. We wanted sex, not commitment. She was the committing kind, too good for the likes of us and we knew it. So we kept her at arms length and claimed only her friendship. And now here we were, all these years later, still friends, though about to become lovers, if only for a night, and I wanted her to feel my love. All of it.

So we watched each other's eyes, the windows of our souls, as my cock slid slowly into her pussy. Oh God, she was so hot and wet and felt so wonderful around me. Only when I was completely sheathed within her, did our eyelock break. We looked at him. "Do it," he said, staring intently at where she and I were joined. Looking again into her eyes, I began to slowly stroke in and out of her depths. Soon she was writhing beneath me, wordlessly urging me to speed up. I wanted this to last and I knew it would be over sooner if I sped up but, for this one night, I could deny her nothing. All too soon, our cries filled the room as I filled her womb with my seed and I could feel her pussy pulsing around me, milking me to get every last drop.

I was so involved with loving the woman that I had almost managed to forget that he was there.

Then he spoke.

"Did that feel as amazing as it looked?" She and I nodded in unison.

"Was it as good as you dreamed it would be?" Again in unison, we moaned a single word, all we had the breath for. "Yes!" I saw the look of shock cross her face. How could she not know, after what we'd just done, how I felt for her. I must have been a better actor than I'd thought, all those years ago, for her still to think I hadn't dreamed about being with her. As I leaned down for another sweet kiss from her lips, I softly whispered, for her ears alone, "Oh yes!"


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Longest chapter yet. I'm not sure but I think it may be the longest chapter of the whole story, at least the second longest. The story is now at it's halfway point--yes, it's only eight chapters long. I've got most of Haunted 4 written, but it WILL NOT be posted before Haunted 3: Mate's Story. Help me encourage Stardreamer to get busy with writing Mate's Story!