I jumped out of bed at the sound of something clattering to the floor right outside of my bedroom door. I was naked - luckily, my clothes seemed to have come back with me, as they were lying on the floor next to the bed. I stepped out from under the covers and pulled on my pants quickly (it was a bit difficult - even after all the fun with Edith last night, I still seemed to have raging morning wood), and reached into my pocket to pull out my phone. It was still in there, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I went to turn on my flashlight, but my screen wouldn’t turn on. Great, I thought, all of the time travel had broken my phone after all. I slid it into my pocket - I would figure it out later.
The room was fairly dark, but luckily the moon was bright enough to allow me to possibly move around the boxes that still littered the floor. I walked to the door and put my ear to it. It was hard to hear anything through - there were a lot of original things in this house, and the door seemed to be one of them, as it was heavy enough to clearly be made of solid wood. Still, I could hear what sounded like some movement outside.
I turned the knob slightly, prepared to take on whatever was on the other side of that door. I peered my eyes through the crack and was immediately blinded by a flashlight beam straight to my face.
“There you are!” Charlie said, sounding relieved. “I peeked in your room earlier and I swear I didn’t see you, but you must have been hiding amongst the blankets or something. Dude, why did you leave? We were just starting to get somewhere, and then I celebrate for like a half a second, turn around, and you’re gone. I haven’t gotten anything else since then, either, so I think it’s a slow night.”
“Or they just don’t like you,” I said, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
Charlie’s eyes widened. “Did you get something else? Man, I knew I shouldn’t have let you wander off, now I got to miss all of the good stuff.”
“I was looking for Duke,” I explained. “And when I found him, I also saw some shoes, heard Edith’s voice, and felt someone grab my hand.”
“The ghost hunting trifecta!” he said, clearly still celebrating the fact that his idea worked out. “And you didn’t immediately come to grab me?”
“I didn’t,” I admitted. “I actually kind of fell asleep immediately, right where I was standing. Not sure why, I’ve never done that before in my life.”
“Maybe just the ghosts calling you to come visit them?” he suggested. “I mean, it’s not something that’s well documented in the ghost hunting world, but I would say that a vast majority of this is not well documented in the ghost hunting world.”
“I don’t think she was inherently beckoning me to visit, considering she seemed pretty annoyed when I showed up in the middle of the hallway,” I admitted.
“Ahh, so a ghost fight instead of ghost action?”
“I wouldn’t go so far as to say that,” I said with a smile, remembering the feel of her mouth on me. I could feel my cock start to twitch at just the memory of it, but I reminded myself that now was not the time.
“Really? Sweet! God, you’re getting the most action out of any of us, both in ghost and laid forms, and there’s no proof for any of it!”
“Well, much like most ghostly things, a lot of it doesn’t involve proof. Most ghost things involve just belief.”
“That’s some post nut clarity if I’ve ever seen it,” he said, punching me lightly on the shoulder. “Well, after all of that, I’m not tired. Are you tired?” I shook my head. “Great - there’s this little diner up the road that’s open 24/7. I could really use some good pancakes right about now.
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A half hour later, we were sitting in the diner. There was a giant stack of pancakes in front of Charlie. I had opted for some scrambled eggs and lots of black coffee. The diner looked like it had been dropped from the 70s, and I’m sure that was part of the appeal of it - wood panel and formica was everywhere, and they complimented the pale green walls nicely. Our waitress was a woman who looked and sounded like she had smoked 5 packs a day for the last 20 years, and she had the menu memorized well enough that I believed she had been working here for every one of them. With Charlie mostly busy devouring his pancakes, it seemed like the perfect place for me to digest what had happened.
My phone didn’t seem to be completely destroyed, as I had initially feared. In fact, it looked to be in the exact same condition it had been, except for a dead battery. I had it charging on a charge hooked to a plug in below our table, and after about 10 minutes of charging, it had turned on. Not sure why it was quite that dead, but at least it seemed to be functioning alright now.
My mind wasn’t all that interested in the semantics of what had happened, though. My mind kept drifting back to thoughts of Edith - how she looked, how she smelled, how she had smiled at all of my stupid jokes. Mostly, how she had looked when she was riding me. I was very lucky that we were seated at a booth, and I had a feeling that we were going to be sitting there for quite some time if I couldn’t drag my mind away from the expressions of pleasure on her face.
There was something about Edith that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. And no, it wasn’t just the fact that she was a ghost - I had considered that, but ultimately, when I was there in her time, she didn’t feel like a ghost to me. I was able to feel the fullness of her body and the warmth coming off of her. When I was there, she felt as alive as I was, so it ultimately didn’t bother me. Made it a bit harder to go on dates, but if you just thought of it like a really long distance relationship, we could make it work.
I stopped my hand in mid movement, a small pile of eggs dropping back onto the plate. Charlie looked at me curiously, but I ignored him. That was what was feeling different, I realized, not sure how to handle it. I’m not saying that I had amazing game, but I’d slept with plenty of women up to this point, and in situations like this, you tend to fuck them, think about the sensations perhaps for a couple of days (unless they’re fantastic in bed, in which case it might be a while longer than a few days), and then you just move on with your life. I had never before slept with someone on a random night and started thinking about it like a relationship. I mean, yeah, I knew I had a definite attraction to Edith - I think that much was obvious to anyone that I had talked to about her. She was gorgeous and strong and funny and ambitious and beautiful in a way that I had never seen before, and damn it. I was starting to catch feelings for this woman who died long before I had ever lived, and that was just not an okay situation.
“You okay, buddy?” Charlie asked, after my fork had been hanging still in midair for a beat too long.
“Yeah, I just had a realization,” I muttered.
“Is it about how awesome it is that you’re able to travel through time and bang a variety of ghosts? Because yeah, I’ve been having that same thought since you told me about it. It’s so wild.”
“No, it’s not that,” I said, shaking my head, trying to clear it. “It’s about Edith.”
“Oh, how you’re madly, irrevocably in love with her?” he let out with a chuckle. I stared at him, wondering if, instead of being transported back in time, he grew the ability to read my mind. “Yeah, I know - you talk about her better than I’ve talked about some of my girlfriends in the past,” he said with a shrug.
“And you didn’t think to mention it to me at all?”
“You’re a big boy, you can figure out your feelings by yourself. Besides, what good would it do? You’ve got feelings for a ghost, and that’s really awesome, because that means ghosts exist, but we all know there are a ton of difficulties that surround that. You’re from totally different worlds, and not even on a stereotypical ‘you’re from the wrong side of the tracks’ sort of way.”
He was totally right - Charlie had a weird way of thinking about the world at times, but it usually led him to the right conclusion more often than my way of thinking did. Edith was great, but she was from a different time. She was dead long before I was born, and there was no getting around that. Plus, I could only go to her time, and it’s not like we could exactly go on dates around there without her reputation being in question. We could talk and we could fuck, and that was about it. It was like the ultimate long distance relationship, except with more regular physical intimacy and even more barriers to date night. But still, I couldn’t help the butterflies that appeared in my stomach every time I had a thought about her. Brains are often our own worst enemies, weren’t they?
Charlie pushed the last huge bite of pancake into his mouth, then dabbed at his chin with a paper napkin. “Now, are you going to finish your breakfast, or am I going to finish it for you? Some of us haven’t slept, you know. The pancakes are hitting me hard, and while this is a lovely establishment, I’d rather not fall asleep here.”
“Yeah, we can go, I don’t think I want the rest of this,” I said, pushing my plate forward. Charlie happily grabbed it to finish up the last few bites before we headed out.
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The rest of the night was unfortunately very calm. I had been hoping that, if I went back to sleep, I’d get to go back to the brothel, but I just woke up with a face full of sunlight in the same bed. On the plus side, as Charlie realized, it proved our theory that I was only able to go back right after I’d seen some sort of activity. While it wasn’t exactly the news I wanted, it was at least nice to be able to plan things. Plus, now that I knew a seance worked, I was eager to try one on my own, to see if I could bring myself back whenever I wanted to.
Charlie had a similar result to my last nap during his sleep, and he was very disappointed by that. I could see why - he was always the person who was more interested in ghosts, and he was the one coming up with the ways for me to be able to see them. And, knowing Charlie, frankly he was probably interested in a trip to the brothel, especially when, as far as we know, it had no effect on your regular life. After Charlie had posed the question as to whether I was able to get STDs from a ghost, I’d been carefully watching myself to make sure no symptoms showed up - I wasn’t sure what kind of medicine or testing they even had in those days, so it seemed like a fairly likely possibility to me, but nothing had occurred, so Charlie assumed that meant that he would be in the clear. But, unfortunately, apparently I was the only one able to go back.
“Or maybe it just timed out or something,” Charlie suggested, trying to come up with any reason why he wouldn’t have been brought back. “I mean, you always fell asleep pretty quickly after seeing a ghost, but mine was a couple of hours later. Maybe it needs to be immediate?”
I shrugged. I could try to pretend that I knew what was going on all the I wanted, but in the end, I knew I was just making guesses about it. If anyone knew anything, it would be Charlie. “It’s worth a shot, I suppose. You’re welcome to stay the night again tonight, and we can do another seance and then take a shot of melatonin or something.”
Charlie snorted a laugh. “That eager to get back to your beloved Edith?” he joked, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Nah, I’ve got to work tomorrow, and I don’t want my ghost puss interrupted by the sound of an alarm clock, if that’s even how it would work. Lots of experiments to try. Next day I’m free, though, I’m going to hit you up.”
We had agreed on that, and Charlie had went back home to do whatever it was that Charlie did when he was neither at work nor bugging me. We’d been friends for years, and Charlie was always on some new hobby, so it was hard to keep track of whatever was peaking his interest at this exact moment.
As soon as Charlie left, I wanted to go try out a seance of my own. Not that I was that eager to go back - not that I wasn’t, either, it just wasn’t the main goal. I mostly wanted to know if there was a way that I could talk to Edith from this side - I didn’t really understand the Ouija board idea, but it would be great if it would allow me to have a conversation with her so that we both weren’t tied down to just our normal sleep times. I knew that I felt like I had hardly slept when I woke up from my time with her, and clearly she didn’t sleep either, which definitely put a damper on things. And I didn’t want to go during the middle of the day - not only would that mean that there was a greater likelihood of people seeing me and figuring out what was going on, but she also wouldn’t be able to get her work done if I was there distracting her. And one of the few things that I knew about her was that her work was the most important thing to her, and I didn’t want to distract her from that fact.
Instead, I decided that I would focus on things in my own life that didn’t revolve around her. For instance, I wanted to remove the shutters that kept banging open and closed in the middle of the night. Shutters were probably an important thing when this house was built, but it’s not like we lived in a hurricane zone - if anything, they were just an annoying eyesort at this point, so I wanted them to go. It crossed my mind that I’d have to get on and off a ladder multiple times in order to remove them, and my mind thought back to the first time I’d gotten to encounter Edith, back when I was painting. Nope, I thought to myself, we’re not staying on that track all day. It’s time to focus and get things done.
I set to work removing the shutters one by one. It was hard, sweaty work, but it felt nice to be able to complete a task around my house. It was clear that the shutters had been there for a long time - maybe they were even there when Edith was around. I wasn’t sure - I’d have to ask her the next time I got to see her. But while some of the siding around them was starting to show signs of wear (I made a mental note to myself that I’d need to replace that sooner than later as well, which I wasn’t looking forward to doing in a house this size), the siding and paneling behind the wooden shutters was looking pristine. It almost made the house look worse, but hey, I thought, maybe the outside just needed a coat of paint to hide it all, as well.
The more time I had spent in the house, the more it became evident that my grandfather had not taken the best care of it in his old age. Even the gutters had been packed to the point of no longer being able to function - I’d luckily cleared them out right before the first rainstorm, but it was clear that no one had bothered to do so in some time. I couldn’t blame my grandfather for that - he was older, and I’m sure it got more difficult to perform maintenance on your house as you aged. However, I loved the old house, and everything that came with it, and not just because Edith lived there as well. Although, I had to admit to myself, that was a part of the reason. I knew it, so there was no point trying to hide it from myself.
As I took off the last few shutters, I allowed my mind to wander back to thoughts of her. Ultimately, I knew, I didn’t know that much about her. Yeah, we’d talked a bit, and we’d gotten physical, but that didn’t lead you to know much about a person. And ideally, you’d figure that sort of stuff out by going on dates, but the situation made that a bit difficult. Not only was it hard to schedule a date, so to speak, but when I got there the next time, I knew that neither of us were going to have conversation about our pasts on our minds. I felt my cock twitch at the thought of that, and forced myself to focus since I was actively a story above the ground.
I couldn’t help but wonder, since she seemed like she had been a part of the history of the town, if there was information about her somewhere that I could research. Was that a breach of trust, to go looking for information about her? Maybe I could ask the next time we got to chat. Or, I realized, I could attempt the Ouija board in her room. I know, I had just said that I was not going to try to reach out to her at the moment, but asking a question seemed different somehow than attempting to barge in on her life. If she wanted to stop to answer, she could, and if not, then she could just ignore me. Although, the Ouija board was the thing that started the seance in the first place, so I don’t think it would necessarily be considered to be an innocent toy at this point.
Still, I knew I needed to take action of some sort, because trying to ignore it while I went about my daily life was just not working. When a person goes through a life-altering event, after all, it’s foolish to expect them to continue on, completely ignoring their world view. I quickly climbed down the ladder, then walked to Clara’s room, determined to get the Ouija board from last night. Most of the seance stuff was still scattered about the house in the last places we’d used them - I guess Charlie wasn’t convinced that we was going to need to be doing a lot of ghost hunting between last night and the next time he came over. Athough, given his determination, the next night he came over might be tonight, and I could hardly blame him. After all, here I was - the skeptic now obsessed with a ghost, and I actually got a chance to experience being there with her. Charlie hadn’t even gotten that despite his attempts, and I could fully understand how frustrating that must be for him.
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I sat down on the floor of my office, Clara’s room, whatever it was, and pulled the Ouija board closer to me. Despite everything, I still felt skeptical of that little board, and, come to think of it, all the other ghost equipment Charlie left behind. My reasoning was largely the same as it was before we got to interact with the ghosts - there was no way to prove if it was easier for them to use to communicate with us, or if we were just taking random results and turning them into meaningful statements. After all, we had been able to get a ghost react on their own, using solely the movement of the air, and I’d even heard the voice of one independent of any of Charlie’s toys. What’s to say that the toys weren’t just an interference that was handicapping us every time we tried to talk with them? But I didn’t have any better options at the time, so I put my hands on the planchette of the board. “Hello?” I called out to the empty room. Duke wagged his tail from outside - ever since last night, he’d refused to come into the room, and I could hardly blame him. “It’s me, Brian. I was hoping to have a word with Edith. I’m not sure if this is like a ‘can you please put her on the line’ situation, or if you guys just come through at random, but if there is any way that I could talk with her, that’d be great.”
I waited in silence for a minute, feeling the chill of the room pressing down on me. This waiting in abject silence thing seemed to be becoming quite a routine for me, and I wasn’t sure I enjoyed it, but if that was the only way to talk with any of them, it was worth it in my mind.
“Brian?” a voice called out softly, as though not sure if they wanted me to actually hear it. It didn’t sound like Edith’s voice, though - it was much higher, almost bird-like, whereas Edith’s was deeper in a sultry, mature sort of way. It also didn’t sound like Clara’s either, though, which was odd to me. I wasn’t sure why I would be getting someone else in Clara’s room, but maybe they rotated rooms from time to time?
Still, if someone was trying to reach out, it was definitely a start that I could work with. “Yes, hi!” I yelled out, wincing at the volume of my own voice in the quiet house. I lowered my volume and continued “I’m Brian. Who am I speaking with? Mabel, maybe?” I said, trying to stretch my mind back to the blurriness of the first night here to remember any other name.
Silence again. I lost hope for a moment, wondering if I’d just imagined my name being called. Or, maybe like Charlie had said, they were only capable of doing one or two things a day and then needed to restore their energy. But no, I realized, as I thought back to what Edith had been saying the night before - she had just been going along with her everyday life until weird things started happening in her house and she went to investigate. If I heard someone talking to themselves in an empty room, it would most likely take me a second to summon up the bravery to talk back to it.
Finally, a faint voice responded. “No, Mabel is gone. This is Alice.”
I didn’t understand what she meant by her statement, but I didn’t want to dwell too long on the fact that Mabel was gone. “Alice! That’s great! Thank you for speaking with me. Is there any chance you can grab Edith? Is she busy at the moment?”
“No.” The voice seemed stronger that time - not angry, but just insistent. Unfortunately, it made me realize the mistake I had made in asking too many questions at once - I was unsure if that meant that she couldn’t grab Edith, or that she wasn’t busy.
“Okay…she’s not busy, or you can’t grab her?” I asked.
The room, which had been freezing just a moment ago, turned warmer, as though the heater had just turned on. I waited, expecting Alice to respond, but it was just silence.
“Alice?” I asked again, trying to coax her back to talking with me, but the room stayed silent. I pulled my hands off the Ouija board, frustrated - I’d been able to talk to one of the ghosts, but not to the one I’d needed to talk with, and even that didn’t go very well. Well, I guess that would depend on who you asked - if I were on one of the ghost hunting shows, I would imagine that this would be the greatest interaction in ghost history. For me, though, it was just frustrating, because it felt like it was one step forward, three steps back.
I weighed my options. I could go try a similar thing in Edith’s room, hoping I'd be able to get to her. I could try to go to sleep right now in the hopes that I would be brought back to them, but I’d show up in the middle of Clara’s room if that was the case, and I was sure that Edith would not be too pleased about that. In fact, I realized, I should have brought the Ouija board out of here in the first place. I left it in the room because it was where we’d had an interaction the last time, and because of that, I hadn’t even considered the possibility of moving it. But by communicating with people here, I was letting more people know that I communicated in that way and that I wanted to see Edith.
I was feeling awful about my bad decision, but a sudden cold wave rushing back into the room stopped me dead in my tracks. The air movement was almost tangible, as though someone had momentarily turned a huge fan in my direction. “Hi?” I asked again, quieter this time, testing the waters.
“Brian?” Edith’s voice rang through the room, and I felt a huge smile brighten on my face. I knew it was ridiculous to be that excited to hear a voice that I’d only heard a couple of times before, but there was just something about it that sparked joy in me. “Is that you?”
“Yes, it’s me! Edith, I wanted to ask your permission for something. Are we alone?”
“We are, but you’re damned lucky that Alice is into spiritualism. She’s one of the few people who you could have reached in here that is wholly unconcerned about hearing a voice from the sky.” I realized that this was the most I had gotten out of a ghostly experience since this started - Edith didn’t sound like talking to me was tiring her out at all. If anything, it almost seemed like she was just chatting on the phone with me. I’d have to remember to tell Charlie - he would be particularly interested in how that part managed to work. Did that just mean that Edith was stronger than the rest, or was his pseudoscience bullshit just that? “What were you thinking, trying to communicate with me here? At least do it in the privacy of my own room.” she scolded.
“I’m sorry, Edith, I wasn’t thinking. I just needed to talk with you.” I could hear the light whine in my voice, caused by being sorry for my own actions. With it, the atmosphere of the room felt like it was lighter, as though she was also moved by it.
“Well, it was clear you weren’t thinking alright. But I’m glad to hear from you too. I wish it wasn’t in the middle of my work day, though.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. Again, wasn’t thinking.”
“Definitely not. But, now that you’ve made contact with me, do you think you can get here? As much as I love chatting with you, it feels less awkward to do it face to face than it does with me just yelling into an empty room.”
I smiled at her reaction, as it was basically the same thought I had had. “I’m not 100% sure, but I can definitely try to see if I can get to sleep.”
“I’d appreciate it. I’ll be waiting back in the room.”
I nodded, although I knew she couldn’t see me, and headed off quickly toward my bedroom. I wasn’t sure that I was going to be able to sleep - something about the situation was so thrilling, I don’t know if I’d ever been less tired in my life. But on the other hand, last time something like this happened, I fell asleep in the middle of the hallway. I wondered why that wasn’t happening again - was it just some sort of call to go to join Edith, or was I just exhausted from all of the night’s activities? There was no way to be sure, but I hoped it would happen again today.
I jumped into bed fully clothed, hoping that I would immediately fall asleep. I closed my eyes, but I could feel the blood rushing through my veins, and I knew that the attempt was most likely going to be in vain.
After several minutes of abject silence while I willed myself to pass into unconsciousness, I heard Edith’s voice again, much softer than it was before, with an air of a whisper to it. “Are you here?”
“Yeah,” I replied, turning over in bed to look at the spot that the sound had come from, as though she was there in the bed with me. Obviously, there was nothing there, but I imagined her figure in my mind. “I’m having some trouble getting to sleep.”
“That’s a fate that has afflicted us all of late, it seems,” Edith replied. I felt a cool touch on my forehead, and I assumed she was reaching out to me.
“Can you see me at all, or can you just hear my voice?”
“Just hear your voice, plus I can feel something cold when I reach over there. I assume that’s you.”
“It is.” I reached my hand over to where I assumed that she was. The spot next to me on the bed was cold, like just that area had been transformed into winter. Still, if I focused hard enough, it was easy to differentiate her shape. The wind in that spot fluttered, and I assumed she had shivered.
“You’re chilly,” she said, mild complaint in her voice.
“So are you,” I said with a grin. “Well, this was not exactly what I’d hoped, but this is a good start.”
“At least until you get to sleep,” she agreed. “Which I hope will be soon. I feel like a crazy person while I’m over here, talking into the thin air.”
“At least in my world, I can act like I’m just talking on the phone.”
“You do have that advantage,” she agreed. “So, while we wait, is there a reason you wanted to talk to me so badly that you decided to enlist the help of one of my employees?”
I flushed, momentarily happy that she couldn’t actually see my reaction to that. “Yeah, that’s my bad, I didn’t take the time to really consider that if I tried to contact you somewhere else in the house, you wouldn’t be there.”
“At least it was Alice that found you,” she said, seeming to accept my explanation. “Out of all the people here, she would be the one least concerned with there being a ghost in the house. As a spiritualist, I would assume she would actually enjoy it. She’s tried to connect to spirits several times here before, and she’s never gotten anything.”
“How did she know my name? I don’t think I met her - I just heard about her in passing.”
Edith was quiet for a moment - I wondered, if I would have been able to see her face, would I have caught her blushing as well, or did she just dislike that line of questions? “That part is my fault - I wanted to keep this from everyone, because it’s just way too hard of a situation to try to explain. Alice noticed me acting funny, though, so she asked what was going on. And I explained it to her, because I assumed that she would be the one who would understand it the best without asking for too many details.”
I let out a small chuckle and a giant grin. “Oh, you were acting funny, were you?”
From her silence, I assumed that she was blushing again - from the little bit that I had interacted with her, it seemed apparent that Edith was not the best at discussing her emotions, and I couldn’t blame her for that - I wasn’t great either, and I had not built an entire business based on the fact that I didn’t need a partner in my life to succeed. “Well anyway,” I said, in an attempt to break the awkward silence, “another question I have is about Mabel. Alice said she wasn’t here anymore? Did she just decide to move away from the house?”
“That…is an interesting question, and one that I don’t really have an answer to,” she started carefully. “There are a lot of times when someone just decides to move on and doesn’t really let the rest of us know about it. Sometimes this job can be too much for people to deal with, even for the money. I assume that’s what happened in this case. But something just feels off about it to me, as well. Mabel seemed to always love this job, and all of her customers were repeat by this point. But maybe she’s following my path and finally saved enough money to go out and buy a place of her own.”
For some reason, that was the topic of conversation that my eyes started closing at, and while I was interested in it, I was also happy that I was finally starting to fall asleep. I knew it had only been about twenty minutes, but it felt simultaneously like it had been several hours and just seconds. “But you’re suspect that that’s the case?” I asked dozily.
“Only a bit. I assume that’s what happened. I have to assume that. But there have been a lot of women around here that have been moving on rather quickly. Remember how I told you that there were 12 women in the house, myself included?” I hummed my agreement. “Well, that was a bit of a falsity - there usually are 12 of us here, but as of this morning, there’s 8. And every one of those that left did so in the middle of the night without letting any of us know that they were going. They took all their items with them, so clearly it was planned, but it’s just a bit odd. Oh really, that’s the conversation that you chose to go to sleep to?” she complained.
I snapped my eyes open - I hadn’t even been aware that I had closed them, but I must have done so while she was talking. Edith was laying on the bed next to me, much as I had imagined her in my mind. She was wearing what I now assumed was her typical working attire of a slightly frilled blue blouse and a long black skirt to match it. I reached my hand to her face, lightly stroking a loose piece of hair behind her ear, half to test if she was actually there or still just a figment of my imagination. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Does it make it better if I tell you that I was fine with it because I knew you would be able to continue your story on this side?”
“I suppose. I’m just surprised that you were able to hear it at all from your side. I tried calling for you before as an experiment, and nothing seemed to have happened.”
“It did seem remarkably clear today, considering every other time it’s been a miracle to even sense the presence of someone.” I reached over to her and pulled her closer to me. She smiled, all sign of her irritation from a moment ago gone. “I’m not sure if that’s a good sign or not, but I’m glad it’s happening nonetheless.”
“I’m glad it’s happening too,” she said, scooting even a little closer to me, so that we were almost nose to nose. “Maybe it’s just a sign that we’re getting closer.”
I grinned at her corny joke. “We sure are.” I pushed my lips to hers and she greedily accepted them. Her tongue casually flicked out to explore the inner rim of my lips, and I could already feel my cock starting to harden. But no, I thought, pulling myself back to reality. As much as I would love to just lie in her bed all day doing a variety of filthy things to her, I knew that her business meant more to her than one day of pleasure. With a ton of regret, I pulled back away from her. She held on for a moment, following my lips, then broke away with a confused look. “Look, I don’t want to stop any more than you apparently do, but i also assume you have more important things to deal with today?”
She sighed, looking disappointed. “You’re right, I suppose,” she agreed. “But then why did you have to come and get me all excited?”
“Well, I had a question that I obviously could not ask anywhere but in your bed.” She raised her eyebrow, waiting for me to ask. “I wanted to know if you’d be okay with me trying to find things out about you from my side. You seem to have played an important part in the history of this town, and I’m sure there’s got to be information about you somewhere. And just, I want to know more about you.”
“And we can’t do that from just talking? I don’t really have any resources to go and look you up.”
“Yeah, but I’ve also played a significantly less important role in history than you have.”
“That’s fair,” she said, clearly thinking over the question. Now that it was brought up, i could see the issues with it, and I half wondered if it was just a half assed attempt of my brain to find a reason to come visit. My eyes trailed longingly from her eyes, down her face, her neck, then finally on her breasts. I assumed that they were a major culprit in this situation. “Yeah, i suppose that’s fine,” she said finally, “but I want to know if you find anything interesting. I would love to know how I affect the course of history.”
“Deal,” I said with a grin, my eyes popping back up to meet hers. “Now, do you have to go back to work right now, or do you have some free time?”
“Free time is relative - there are things that need to be done, but I can always do them later. What exactly did you have in mind?”
My eyes spanned over her, hungry. “Well, I know that the last time I was here, I promised that I would pay you back.”
She smiled, a hint of teasing in her lips. “Oh, you definitely did. Do you intend to keep up on that promise?”
“Oh, I always keep my promises.” I rolled her onto her back, climbed over her, and brought my face to hers once more. She came to join me, pulling me closer to her. My lips worked against hers as my hands started wandering their way down, on their own exploratory mission. My left hand landed on her breast, still firmly clad in her blouse. I squeezed it and felt her slightly squirm with pleasure. I longed to do more, to spend more of my time there, but I knew the time was limited today, so I moved downward, past her stomach and to the junction between her thighs. I felt her gasp lightly at my touch, even though I had yet to do much of anything. I smiled and broke away from her. She snatched at me, trying to pull me back to her face, but I shook my head, a sly smile on my face. “You think you get to blow me and then just get some over-the-clothes hand action in return? What sort of modern man do you think I am?”
“Frankly, I think you’re the kind of man who’s wasting time talking when he should be doing,” she said, out of breath.
My smile brightened at her. “Alright, I can hurry up the foreplay, as you wish.” I crawled down a step so that I could reach the end of her long skirt. I pulled it up slightly, and even just the pale nudity of her calves was enough to make my cock twitch. I stuck my head under her skirt, and I felt her lean back into the bed, no longer concerned with the actual sight as much as the feeling.
Edith had no underwear on of any sort. Either she had been hoping that this would happen, or she routinely didn’t wear any. Frankly, at this moment, I didn’t much care. I pushed her legs open, exposing her hairy mound. Pubic hair wasn’t normally my thing, but it had never stopped me from going down on a woman before, and somehow on Edith, it felt right. I imagined that shaving wasn’t a huge thing back in her time, and with her, it just made it more refined. I swooped down, my lips finally getting to taste the silky taste of her loins. Edith immediately started to squirm, and I wound my arms around her legs to restrict her movement. My tongue lapped slowly at her clit, savoring the taste of it.
“Oh God,” Edith moaned, her hands finding their way down to my head and, despite me being under her skirt, she managed to grab my hair. I let go of her thighs, allowing her to move my head as she pleased. She pulled my head toward her, grinding against it.. After only about 30 seconds, I felt her completely stiffen as she moaned in ecstasy. Then, she released my head, panting roughly.
I pulled my face out from under her skirt to look at her, sweaty, with a bright pink tingle to her skin. She tried to catch her breath while she stared at me. Finally, she managed to get enough air to speak. “That was some fancy trick you had there, with the tongue and the…” she trailed off, and I smiled a devilish grin at her.
“Well thanks, that’s something we must practice more in the future. However, I’ve got another trick up my sleeve.” I moved my hands to the waistband of my pants and started fumbling with the zipper. Edith saw what I was doing and eagerly sat up to help, but I waved her back down. “No, save your energy, you might need it.”
Edith grinned and laid back down. “This really is the kind of service that all women need from time to time,” she said slowly, still clearly in a bit of a daze.
“And I am just the kind of man to complete that sort of service for you.” I pulled down my zipper and my cock strung out as much as it could given it was still trapped in boxers. The relief of the pressure felt great, and I swooped off both my pants and my boxers in one movement and Edith watched in rapt interest. I pulled my shirt over my head as well, then crawled back onto the bed over to Edith. I leaned over and kissed her, feeling her juices smearing between us as I did. At the same time, I looped my fingers over the tie that held her skirt in place and swiftly pulled it. It fell away with no resistance, as though it were happy to be going on the ground. I slid her skirt down her legs, and I felt Edith tremble at the bare touch of my hands. Already come and still trembling - it felt like she had had a mighty need for cock for a while, and I’m glad I was able to give it to her.
I grabbed her thigh and moved her leg to the side, exposing her glorious mound again. I trailed my hand up her thigh and over the slick wetness that I had left behind. Edith shivered and bucked her hips up toward my hand. I pulled away from her mouth, toyingly. “I take it that you fully consent, then?”
A small flash of confusion flashed across her face, but then she seemed to realize the question, and fire flashed in her eyes once more. “If I don’t have a dick inside me right this minute, I’m going to explode.”
I chuckled hoarsely. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered her, crawling between her legs and positioning myself at her entrance. The wet heat felt blissful against my head, as I took my rock-hard cock and rubbed it lightly against her clit for a moment, then slowly started pushing myself into her warm, wet hole. Edith moaned in pleasure, but I was too lost in the pleasure myself to even react. I swept my hand behind her head, twisting my fingers through her hair, and pulled her forehead to mine as I started pumping. I locked eyes with her - hers were greedy, wanting. I’m sure mine were as well.
We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment more, until Edith propped herself up on her elbow, knocking me out momentarily. “My turn,” she said hungrily, pushing me onto my back. I willingly moved, just watching to see what she had done. She was by far the most dominant, demanding woman that I had slept with, and I was more than happy to lap up every second of it. She climbed onto me, then grabbed my hard cock and aligned it against her. She slid down it with ease, as though it were specifically made for her. She smiled at me, and her lips were filled with mischief, almost to the point of wickedness. “That’s my good boy,” she near whispered, and I groaned.
I watched her expertly grind on my cock, her breathing rapidly increasing as she moved. I licked my thumb and tucked it just under the lip of her mound, rubbing it in slow circles around her clit as she moved. It was hard to focus on keeping my thumb in the right spot, and I could tell that I was getting close to release. But she was too, I thought - her skin was starting to flush again. She reached up and grabbed my wrist, locking my hand in place along with her movements. I let her move me as she pleased, keeping my thumb moving in steady circles, and within a few moments, I could feel her walls start to tighten around me. It was almost too much to take, but I wanted to hold on for just a moment more so that she would still be able to continue her ride.
Edith moaned loudly, ending in a shutter as her walls spasmed hard against my cock. Then she stopped moving, catching her breath. But I was still close to the edge - my fingertips dug into her thigh, wanting to continue the movement, but I wasn’t sure if it was too soon for her. Slowly, semi-lucid, she looked down at them, realizing where the squeezing on her thighs was coming from. She turned back to my eyes, a glimmer in hers that I hadn’t seen earlier, as though she was enjoying playing with me just as much as she enjoyed getting to cum. “Come on,” she hissed through her teeth. “You’ve been such a good boy today, I just need you to do one more little thing. Can you cum for me?” she asked coyly. Her voice in that moment was too much for me, and I felt an explosion release inside of her. I groaned loudly, letting the feeling wash over me. I hardly noticed her getting off me and laying her head on my shoulder, but when I started noticing things in the room again, there she was. “I don’t think I’ve cum so hard in years,” she said, lazily running her fingers in a circle on my chest hair. “I’m really glad you showed up today. I thought I was stressed, but it turns out that I just needed to get off.”
I chuckled, already starting to fall asleep. I tried to keep my eyes open, but I knew I was losing. Edith noticed and ran her hand down the length of my jaw. “You can sleep now. You just have to promise me that you’ll be back tonight. I’d like to talk to you more when we actually have a chance to be fully dressed. I’ll try to call out to you tonight, and hopefully, you’ll be able to hear me.”
I nodded, closing my eyes and descending into the darkness.