Page 8 of Haunted Happenstance

Tara holds onto the headboard, but it lifts her off my mouth. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I bring her sweet pussy right back to me, grazing my teeth against her clit. She grinds against my mouth, needing the extra pressure.

I pull away long enough to ask her to pull out my vibrator from the bedside table. She holds both of them up and I snatch the one with entirely too many settings from her. I don’t have to bother with lube, easing it inside her, inch by inch. I turn on the vibe, looking for the setting that always does me in. When I find it, she screams out and I press a finger in her tight ass, unsure of if she’ll be into it. Tara reaches behind, grips my wrist and slowly sits an inch further onto my finger.

“Fuck, right there, I’m close.”

I increase the intensity of the vibrator, and I’m surprised when she squirts all over my mouth and down my chin. I didn’t take her for a squirter, but it’s a welcome development. I help her slide down my body until our lips are a breath apart. She’s glowing, a lazy smile tugging at her lips.

“Not going to lie, I’m going to need a nap after that. Hope you’re not opposed to a sleepover.”

Rolling her onto her side, I get up to clean my vibrator with a wipe and wash my hands. When I slide back onto bed, our legs instinctively entwine. Wrapped in each other’s arms, I don’t know what to say or if I should even reply to her comment.

Tara is only here for the night. She lives in Calgary, which isn’t geographically too far, but the reality is that long distance is hard. I don’t know how I’m going to say goodbye to her in the morning. Who would want something casual with her? Right now, I sure as hell don’t.

Iwake up to soft kisses on my neck, and a finger in my pussy… or is it two? “Hey, you,” I whisper sleepily.

“I would have slipped out into the night, but the door is still locked. I figured this would be more fun, anyway. I still think you can take five.”

“I still think you’re delusional.”

“You owe me one more, Jen.” She presses a third finger inside me. “I’d say ‘you can take it’ but we both know you can.”

“Fucking hell, that feels good,” I whimper breathlessly.

Tara spreads my legs wider, teasing my clit with her thumb and massaging inside my pussy. I bring her lips to mine, missing the feel of her sweet kisses. I’m so close, but like earlier, she won’t let me come. It’s the best kind of torture.

“Relax for me,” she whispers into my mouth. Her pinky joins the party in my cunt as I take four. The stretch feelsamazing but I’m tense from the anticipation. When I do as she asked, she slips her thumb lower for just a moment, pressing it into my pussy. She drags it out slowly and continues circling my clit. “I knew you could take it, even if only for a second.”

I grind against her hand, chasing my orgasm, kissing her harder. It’s all too much, and my orgasm hits me hard and fast, my vision blurring as I come down from the high. Tara carefully pulls her fingers from me, thankfully not requiring another from me.

The room is still cast in shadows and the eerie voice from before laughs, “My work is done, find me in the book. Better get dressed, darlings, Anna and James will be here soon.”

“What the fuck?” Tara screeches.

“I suppose it could be worse,” I laugh. “At least whoever was watching has a sense of humour.”

Chapter 7

Tara

Jen and I get dressed, and by the time we reach her stairs, all of the candles are still lit, but all of the overhead lighting is also on. “Do you think the door works?“

“Eager to leave so soon?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Actually, no. But, I was thinking maybe we could go out? Maybe get a bite to eat?“ I pause and quickly correct, “I mean, if you want to. If you don’t, I totally understand!”

Jen takes my hand in hers and brings my knuckles to her lips. “It’ll make tomorrow harder, but if we can leave, I’d love to have dinner with you. And, if you’re up for it, maybe stay the night?“

I’m about to answer when there’s a knock at the door. We jump at the sound, and without letting go of my hand, she guides me to it. Jen blows out a long breath, and open the door with ease. On the other side is a tall man, admittedly, very handsome. His arm is wrapped tightly around awoman whose eyes are wide as if she just walked in on us naked.

“Anna!” Jen wraps her in a tight hug. “Fuck, I’ve missed you. You, too, James.” She steps back, letting them inside the shop.

“Who is this?” Anna asks, her shocked expression replaced with a sweet smile.

“This is Tara, my…” Jen looks to me, biting her lip to hide her grin. “Probably my Two of Cups or Four of Wands.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” James laughs.

Jen retrieves the book and three tarot cards to explain. Examining one closer she mutters, “Who is Kathryn?” I move beside her to look. There’s a “xo, Kathryn” scribbled on one of the cards.

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