Man rents rooms in an old house in Virginia. The problem is someone already lives there, and has for 47 years. What’s he going to tell his wife?

This Old House

I looked over the mountain of paperwork left me by the last supervisor. Even after two weeks in my new job I still couldn't find the top of the desk. Paper less company my ass. I was buried in an avalanche of print outs and carbon less forms. It was a good thing my wife was still in North Carolina. Working late is easier when the person you love is living five and a half-hours away. Add to that I was staying in a place that gave the word condemned a good name. 

But then again, I had the good luck to run into Mrs. Frederick while doing job inspections on my new crew.  She was a nice older widow. She was looking for a couple to rent the upstairs rooms of her house.  Her husband died a few years back. Family checked on her now and then.  She was alone and I needed a place without cockroaches.

I really think she took pity on me like the village idiot who would leave sunny Florida to move to North Carolina then Southern Virginia. She offered me two bedrooms, a very small kitchen, a bath, living room, and what she called an upstairs parlor (I called it a 1940’s style living room). The price $200.00 per month, WITH UTILITIES and it was furnished.

I moved in a couple of days later. It really was great. Evelyn, Mrs. Fredricks, had a couple of her grand kids help me move. The only thing missing was my wife.  OOP’s, I hadn't told Alisa about the move.

"Hello this is Alisa; I'm not here right now.” Alisa’s voice came over her voice mail.  “Please leave me a message, thank you." 

Gods above I loved everything about her, especially her accent.

"Hey, Hon, You’re not going to believe this but I found us part of a house to rent.  Actually it’s the upstairs. It’s older, but well maintained. I've sent some pictures to your work e-mail. Take a look and tell me what you think. I can't wait till you see it the end of the month. Call me tonight love you, bye." That went well.

Alisa down loaded the pictures and we had a long talk that night. She couldn't understand why someone would rent a flat, her term for the apartment, for so little. Really neither did I. I liked it and I was here and she was in North Carolina so that was settled. The end of the month she would drive up for a few days and check things out. I couldn't wait.

Evelyn’s grandkids and great grandkids seemed to be all over the place the end of August. It was one last visit before school started. The noise level inside was equal to a major airport.

I was on the back porch still trying to catch up on the employee evaluations due yesterday when she came walking through the yard. I noticed her strolling up to the house without a care. Her summer dress was bouncing up and down with her steps (nice). As she got closer to the porch light I saw that her breasts also bounced (very nice) as she walked towards the back door and me.

I didn’t want to be known as the new pervert in town but she was cute. She wasn’t a breathtaking baby doll or someone you would see turning heads at a movie premier. But the brown haired cutie got my attention. She looked to be about high school age.

The closer she got the more I wanted to talk to her.

“Hi, how are you?” She was about ten feet away and I thought she saw me under the back porch light. “Hello,” I repeated. “I don’t remember seeing you here before?”

I guess she was in a daze because she suddenly turned to my voice stared at me.

I looked at her and smiled.  

She looked at me and screamed. I mean really screamed. She turned and ran back the way she had come. Now I’m no Paul Newman, more Joe six-pack, but I’d never had a girl look at me, scream then run away. It was a bummer. Besides I thought I should tell someone that a girl was walking around in the back forty. 

“Mrs. Frederick?” I said as I walked into the downstairs parlor.

“Please Evelyn, Tom. You've met my boys and their young’ns?

“Yes Mrs. ... Evelyn. I’m sorry to intrude but someone was just in the backyard, a young girl.

“Where is she now? One of her sons asked. 

“She ran toward the drying barns. Didn’t you hear her scream?”

“No. Why did she scream?” Vern, her oldest asked.

“I guess I scared her. She was walking toward the house I said hello, she looked at me and she just let it rip.” I was still trying to sort it out.

“Must of been the Yankee accent.” Vern always thought he was the funny one.

“Hush Vern, be nice. Go out to the barns and see if you can find her. Evelyn turned to me. What was she wearing Tom?

A summer dress with red, pink and yellow flowers on it.  She had a gold chain around her neck.

Evelyn just stared at me for a moment then turned to her family.

“I want everyone to get out there. I’ve seen her around here before. All she does is sniff around here like a bloodhound looking for tracks. When you find her call the Sheriff. Now get out there before she gets away again.  Tom could you stay here please.”

I followed her to the unlit fireplace as my eyes followed hers. She was looking at framed pictures of her family. Her parents and her husband, all long gone. Then there were her children, grand kids, and even the two great grand kids. Then I saw her again. She was in an old black and white 8X10 photo in a black frame. It was  hidden behind the others. She was a couple of years younger in the picture but it was definitely her. The girl I saw in the picture had denim jeans and a work shirt that probably belonged to her father. She was standing in front of what looked to be a perfect 1950's Dodge pickup.

Reaching over I picked up the picture and Evelyn sighed. “I knew it was her,” she said.

“Who is she?” To be honest I was looking at her and a perfectly restored early 50’s Dodge.

“That's MaryEllen, my oldest child. The dress you saw her in was her favorite. Did you really talk to her?”

“Well I said hello. I guess she saw me cause she screamed and ran away, why?” Something was really starting to make my skin crawl. 

“I’ve seen her now and then. I tried talk’n to her but all she’d do is keep right on walking. I’ve never talked to her.”

“If it’s a family problem and you want to talk about it, I’m a good listener.” I thought she confused dates. People who are in there 80’s will do that. Her grandchildren were older than the girl in that picture.

Evelyn looked at me and gave me a sad smile. “You don’t understand Tom. MaryEllen passed on. It was in a car wreck in 1957 when she just turned 18. The State Police said it was instantaneous. That picture you’re holding was taken when she was 15 in 1954.

Now I was the confused one. I saw her plain as day. Subtract 1957 from 2004 equals 47 years ago, plus age 18 would make this teenager 67 years old now. Walking with a bounce in her step toward the house and not a wrinkle. “I don’t understand.” I needed to know why she was taking my seeing the ghost of her long dead daughter so calmly.

“I see her maybe two or three times a year. I see her shrouded in a light mist, I talk to her but she doesn’t see me or hear me.” The words were getting more painful. “That dress she was wearing was the one we buried her in. I know it’s not right for a funeral, but it was right for her. I’ve never told Vern or the rest the children I talk to their sister. I guess I’m afraid they’ll put their maw-maw in the funny farm.”

“So now what?” I asked. “Either we can figure this out or hope there’s room for two at the farm. Tell me how Mary died.”

Her name is...was MaryEllen. Her and her boyfriend Tim Bridger were driving back from the picture show in Lynchburg one night on 501 when a truck pulled in front of them. Timmy had both legs amputate one at the hip. He’s still alive but in a wheel chair. He still thinks it’s his fault and won’t talk to any of our family.  Forty-seven years in a wheel chair. That's worse than die’n quick for most. We knew they had made plans to get married after MaryEllen graduated from High School. It’s been killing him for all these years. Die’n real slow, one day at a time.

We talked until Vern and the family returned. Of course they didn’t find her. How do you look for someone who’s been dead for 47 years?

 I went to bed.

XxXxXxX

Over the next week I kept going to the back porch at night hoping to see her again. Even Evelyn joined me the first couple of nights. I think she was hoping to see her deceased daughter again. Finally I gave up and went back upstairs and got ready for my wife to come up for her visit that weekend.

I was doing some vacuuming one night. (Yes I know how to vacuum a rug. Not well but it will pass the test.) I thought I heard voices but the TV was on. It wasn’t till I turned it off that I knew it wasn’t the TV.

Excuse me, sir. I’m try’n to talk to you.” It sounded like one of Evelyn grand kids. How had she gotten in?

Well here I am...” Suddenly I stopped. It was MaryEllen.

There she was in my living room. Hands behind her back. Looking like she should really shouldn’t be where she was. The same dress, the same hair, same necklace. I could see her chest rise and fall with each breath. That's probably how she looked when she was waiting to go to the movies. 

“Ya’ll can hear me?” She said.

“Sure, why not? You heard me at the back porch last week.”

“Last week?” There was major confusion on her face.

“Sure. Your family was in the parlor and you were heading for the house to join them.”

That didn’t help her confusion any. “You gotta be a Yankee. You sure don’t talk like you’re from the Commonwealth. What are you doing in our bedroom? Does mama know you’re in the girl’s room? My brother Vern would woop you if he knew. He may be in seventh grade but he’s big for his age.”

“This is my bedroom now, MaryEllen. In fact I’m renting the whole upstairs.” I must be crazy, I thought. Here I am arguing with a ghost.

“You really shouldn’t be here, Sir. How come you know my name?”

“Don’t call me Sir, MaryEllen. The name is Tom. Your mother told me all about you. Come sit down.”

“I can’t. I have to go soon.”

“Where to?”

“I’m looking for Timmy, he’s my boyfriend. We were coming home from the picture show last night when there was this light.” There was unbelievable sadness in her eyes. “I woke up by the barns just now.” Panic started to fill her voice. “Where’s Timmy? I’ve looked all over and I can’t find him anywhere.” 

“I think he’s home, MaryEllen.” I wanted to comfort this young girl who was really starting to panic now. 

I reached out to her.

My hand slid through her hand as I tried to grasp the fog that was her body. She seemed so real, I had forgotten for a moment that she really wasn’t there. I started to panic but MaryEllen totally lost it. She saw my hand slide through hers and she screamed, again and again.

The noise was terrible and hurt every part of me. 

It was an involuntary reaction. When some one is in pain you want to hold them. How do you hold something that isn’t there? But I could feel her. As my arms slipped through her I felt an incredible warmth wash over me. Then she was gone.

I waited for Evelyn to come running up the stairs, to see what was going on, but she never did. 

That night I had the most incredible dream. Lately I had been dreaming about Alisa. After all it had been a month since we’d been together and the longest we’d been apart since we married six years ago.

We were both naked and holding each other. One hand was on her hip the other cupping her breast. My lips were on the top of her breasts. Light kisses around the aureole and I rolled my tongue across the nipples. I could feel my wife’s hot breath across my neck as she moaned her pleasure.

Alisa has very small breasts and the area between them and her shoulder has always been a turn-on for her. Her nipples were more of a turn on for me than her. I could feel her excitement grow as my lips feasted on her hard nipples. I was sucking like a nursing baby. I could feel the first hints of moisture between her legs as she wrapped herself around me.

I felt myself get harder and harder as my cock pressed against her stomach. Her ragged breathing told me she was close. Alisa had never orgasmed from just playing with her breasts. Was this going to be a first for us?

“Timmy, Timmy, God that feels so good I can’t believe I’m going to do it.” I heard my wife whisper as she cradled my neck. Her stomach tightened and she let out a low moan. Her orgasm blended with mine as jets of cum covered the sheets under me.

Timmy?

I started coming out of the very pleasant dream. I could still feel the warm cum that coated the sheets and my skin. It felt like my skin was on fire.

“Tommy?’ The voice in my head repeated. It was the wrong accent.

I opened my eyes to the half-light in the bedroom and MaryEllen looking at me. Her hand was trying to touch me but kept passing through my back. The warmth I felt was the same as when I tried to hold her.

“How come I didn’t go to heaven, Tommy?” MaryEllen had pulled her hand away and put it on her lap. “The preacher always said we would if we were good. Timmy and I never did anything wrong, honestly. We just went to the picture show that night. Did Timmy go to heaven without me? 

I thought I saw tears on her face. 

“There was an accident on the way home from the movies,” I replied. The light you saw were the headlights of the truck that hit you. I don’t know why you’re still here; I’m no preacher.” I thought about glossing over the rest but I didn’t. “Your boyfriend survived, but he can’t walk. He lost his legs in the accident.”

The look on her face was enough to stop my heart right there. She shook her head in disbelief, as her eyes got very wide. “Oh God, that's why!”

She was about ready to scream when she disappeared.

MaryEllen didn’t come back that night and maybe that was a good thing. She knew something that I didn’t want to know.

Alisa was coming up tomorrow. She already had a key, which I had sent her, so she would be waiting for me at the house at five.

XxXxXxX

I pulled in behind the house and saw the Caravan parked. Sitting under the porch was Alisa, holding roses. She smiled as she saw me approach. “I hope these are for me, Thomas. I would hate to have to give them to your girlfriend. Mrs. Fredrick said she was going to Mrs. Bridgers for cards. She also said she wouldn’t be home till pass ten.” The smile stayed on her face but there was a look in her eye that told me, what ever I was going to say make it short.

“Have you eaten?” I asked. I held her not to tight. The rose thorns were between us.

“Have you been eaten Thomas?” my Alisa said. Still smiling she pressed the thorns into my chest.

I could see this was going on the fast track. “Not for the last three weeks. You know what they say about absence and hearts?”

No tell me Yank, what do they say?” Her head stretched up. Her lips were looking for a kiss.

“Absence makes the hard grow harder.” I thought it was pretty funny.

My lips found Alisa and they were hot. Not just the softness but the pressure as she pressed harder. Her tongue raked my teeth trying to find a way in. I gave her an opening and she took it. Her tongue dove in and started to swirl around mine. The suddenness of it all surprised me. I could feel myself getting hard.

 After a slight groan she broke the kiss. “Would you like to rape me right here on the back porch or in our new flat?” The loose skirt Alisa was wearing swirled around the leg of my trousers

I was in a fog after that kiss as I held her tight. “Lets go upstairs, this may take all night.”

“Keep that thought Thomas,” Alisa smiled back up to me. “Let’s go now, before I explode. Gods I need you inside of me.”

We walked up the back stairs. She looked around as we entered the apartment living room.  “So how’s this for a flat?” I asked smiling. 

I remembered when I told my parents that I was marrying someone from Birmingham. They wanted to know how I met someone from Alabama. Then I had to explain how I met someone from Birmingham, England. They adjusted.

“You did rather well for a Yank with no taste. Now shut up and show me to the bed. Unless you want to do it on the settee.”

Not knowing what the hell a settee was I dragged my wife into the bedroom.

At the edge of the bed I held her and whispered, “Strip and you’ll get what you deserve, wench”

Her eyes lit up as she pulled away. I never saw her undress so fast. Skirt on the floor, the blouse went somewhere. I wasn’t paying much attention because my hands were working on my own clothes. 

I watched as she tipped back on the bed. Her long black hair fanned out as her arms reached over her head. “Ohhh, I love these old canopy beds. Maybe when we get settled in you could tie me to these posts, and have your way.”

We had tried a little bondage before but it wasn’t the best experience for either of us.  But then we didn’t have a four-poster bed. I smiled and filed it away for later. I crawled up besides her, holding my cock and slowly stroked it.

There was a little uncertainty on my wife’s pretty face. “We don’t have time for that right now. I need quick shag. We can do the rest later?” Her fingers had found their way to her cunt. One stroking her slit and the other flicking around the top, trying to get her clit to come out of hiding. The contractions of her stomach told me she was ready.

“Of course we can,” I said trying to be very calm. The problem was I was hard as a rock and all I could think of was cumming inside my wife. “Here, shut up.”

I swung over her, pinning both of her arms, with my legs, down by her waist. My cock waved over her mouth. Not for long. She raised her head and swallowed half of it with an accompanying moan. She took a breath through her nose and pushed her head up as far as it would go. She swallowed even more then started bobbing up and down.

I lowered my face to her pussy. Already open in desire and wet with anticipation. My first lick started just above her sphincter and in one motion licked with the all the excess wetness from around her cunt. Her fingers weren’t fast enough as my tongue ran over my wife’s knuckles. Her fingers were still stroking her slit. I could her moan.

“Fucking hell, Thomas,” Alisa moaned, releasing me. Her hand slid to the bed. “I‘m so horny I can’t even play with myself. I need your cock inside of me.”

My wife was incredibly wet. I had never seen her this wet, this early. Her natural lubrication was everywhere. Her fingers had spread it from her belly button to the tops of her thighs. I moved off of her and moved between her legs. Her hands were still stroking her neither lips. Slowly I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit for more lubrication.

Alisa must of felt my fingers opening the lips between her legs because with one hand she held herself open and with the other started to stroke her clit which was fully aroused now.

I put the head of my cock at the entrance and slightly pushed.

“OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING!” Alisa screamed thrashing like a mad woman, between my legs. “MORE! PUSH MORE!”

My wife had never cummed that quickly. But then she hadn’t quit screaming. All I had was the very tip of my penis, less than a half inch, inside of her. I pushed harder into her and only managed another fraction of an inch. Something was blocking my way.

Again she screamed. I’M CUMMING, AGAIN. GODS, YOUR RIPPING ME, YOU BASTARD. I CAN FEEL YOUR BELL-END INSIDE OF ME.  MORE! GODS THIS FEELS SO-O-O GOOD. WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME, TOMMY?”  Her thrashing continued, her ass bouncing off the bed and her fingers on her clitoris. Alisa had made a whole new definition of turned on.

I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and drove into her as I lifted her up. I moved past what ever was blocking me and sunk to the hilt. A moan escaped my lips ”God damn your tight, woman.”  I imagined I could feel every muscle inside of her. 

She had opened to the final thrust but she had my cock wrapped in the tightest grip I’d ever felt. Her eyes were vacant and her mouth was open now. Not a sound was coming out. Just the sound of both of us gasping for air. I dropped her legs and collapsed on top of her. The sweat off of our bodies merged. 

“Fuck,” Alisa finally said, “I feel like a right slag. I can still feel you todger half way to my throat. You didn’t cum yet did you?” I squirmed a little to settle my balls between her legs. There was suddenly an inhale and shake. “Quit that now Thomas, You got me all tired out. I can’t come anymore. I damn near lost it with the last one. That was okay.”

“Okay?” I replied. “I thought I’d cured you of all that English trash talk? Besides you’ll have to just pass out.  I’m planning on cumming.” 

“Gods that would definitely put me over the top again. I can still feel your cock pressing against my cervix. You spoodge there and I could get pregnant. Would like to get me up the duff?”

Duff? Pregnant? Would I like to get her pregnant? She was on the pill but even that wasn’t a hundred percent. What little bit of my erection was lost was quickly recovered. Just the thought of her flat stomach becoming stretched and round carrying my child was intoxicating. Even without moving I could feel myself twitching inside of her.  I smiled back at the glowing face.

Ever so slowly a started to pull back. It probably took all of two seconds for her to realize I was going to pull out. Her legs wrapped themselves around my waist and pressed. I couldn't move.

“You pull out now Thomas and I’ll have your bullocks in a pudding tomorrow.”

I leaned over on an elbow and smiled at her. “I always knew English education was defective. For two people to have sex there has to be a little of the old…how do you say? Oh yah, a little of the old in and out.”

My wife’s legs flopped back to the bed. I continued to pull back enjoying the looks on her face. “Besides if it was okay, why did you keep screaming about cumming and yelling Tommy?”

“I did not call you Tommy! I hate that horrid name, you know that. Reminds me of a boy I knew when I was six. He was a terrible bully.

Before she could go on I had reached the very top. Only the head of my cock was in. Just as she was ready to say something, I pushed with everything I had.

All that escaped her lips was a moan.

Jesus, give a...girl some warning... OH GODS I’M GOING TO CUM AGAIN! CUM WITH ME TOMMY... GIVE IT ALL TO ME... GO AHEAD... AND GET ME PREGGERS! OH, THIS IS SOOO GOOD.

Alias’s favorite position was what I was doing. Grab her butt and lift her up and just rabbit fuck her. Nothing fancy, just hot and fast; faster the better.

I was moving as fast I could. Driving my cock to the bottom and pulling out. She had loosened up some but the friction was still beyond any control I might have had. It felt I was pulling her inside out. “I’m about ready, YOU BETTER HURRY!”

I pistoned in and out of her as fast as I could and was rewarded by that wonderful feeling of numbness between my legs.  Then there was a warmth as I could feel myself ready to cum. Alisa felt it to. “Smart ass, I’ve been... OH GODS NOT AGAIN! OH! SHIT!”

What ever she was going to say was blotted out by her last scream and the old coils of the bed. I closed my eyes as I started to shoot blasts of cum into her. I hadn’t even noticed that her screaming and shaking quit.

As the last of my sperm found its new home I looked down. True to her word Alisa had passed out. Slowly I pulled out my half hard prick out of her. All there was a slight moan.

I laid down next to her and pulled her head to my shoulder. That was the last thing I remember.

XxXxXxX

“Thomas, wake up.”

“Huh?”

“Thomas, wake up,” I heard Alisa’s voice through the fog in my head. “I’m hungry.”

My mouth felt like I'd been eating sand all night. “What? No hello lover? Thank you for the best fuck of my entire life? Just, your hungry?” Suddenly I felt hungry too. How late was it? “What time is it?”

“Its half past eight and hello lover.” I could almost feel the smile as she spoke. “Thank you for the best fuck and multiple orgasms of my entire life. And I am so hungry I’d even eat soul food. Is there anything open past dark here?” Her hand was on my cock, stroking it so carefully.

“One or two. Fancy a steak?”

For those who have been together for a while, you know the look. Its the one were she thought of something clever or dirty to say. “I’ve already had my meat for the day. But I could do maybe one more.”

“Good enough for me. You said Mrs. Fredrick was going to be gone till ten?”

“Yes, stud muffin, sir.” I love a woman who knows her place. “I’m not sure about her granddaughter, though.”

“Granddaughter?” I was getting one of those feelings.

“Huh-hum. You know her. She sure knows you. Is she your secret lover?” The smile on her face was a little forced. She was hoping what she was saying wasn’t true. “We talked for a while, she even knew my name.  She’s really pretty in that flowered dress. Anyway Mary said she’d stop by later.”

I took a deep breath. “Her name is MaryEllen and she’s not her granddaughter. She’s her daughter. She does tend to show up at her convenience.”

“You got to be shitting me. Mrs. Fredrick couldn’t have a child in her 60’s. Come clean Thomas.” I could tell she was hurt. The joy and passion she felt was resolving into anger.

“Don’t get mad at Tommy. It’s not his fault. Its mine.” The voice was like sweet molasses. 

Alisa broke the stare and switched to MaryEllen, who was standing in our bedroom. Still the sweet young, brown haired girl, in the print dress. The gold necklace rose and fell with her breath.

“THOMAS WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE?” Alisa was scrambling to get the quilt over her naked body. The result was far from successful.

“Shhh, Alisa, its all right.” 

“What do you mean its all right? A teenager is standing in our bedroom.” Suddenly it hit her.  “Have you been watching us have sex?”

If a ghost could blush Maryellen would have. “Yes.”

I looked at MaryEllen as she looked every where but at us. “And what else?” I knew Alias’s orgasms were way out of the ordinary. Now I knew why.

“When I touched Tommy, before, I felt how much he loved you. I wanted my first time to be that way. I’m sorry, but I wanted to know.”

“MaryEllen, let Alisa touch you,” I said. It was a request but she moved toward the bed.

“No Thomas, I can’t. I won’t let her do that.” The panic in her voice was growing. “I don’t want anything to do with you games, Thomas. MAKE HER GO AWAY! CLEAR OFF BITCH!”

MaryEllen barely touched my wife and a strange calm enveloped her. A gentle smile was on Alisa lips. Slowly she was transformed as wave after wave of emotions struck her. The covers fell away from her as she sat up in bed. 

Alisa’s breathing became deeper and faster. Her slim fingers grabbed her own breasts. Pinching and squeezing her nipples brought a moan from her lips. One of her hands reached out to grab the arm of MaryEllen only to pass through her. 

As it did MaryEllen closed her eyes. Her form slowly dissolved only to reappear as clear as before. A smiled was now on her lips and her hands reached for her own breasts. Her fingers cupping and squeezing her globes through her dress.

Alisa fell back on the bed her legs swung wide open. She was in a world of her own. I didn’t exist. Her fingers were probing her cunt. My wife stuck one, two, then three fingers into herself. The palm of her hand was pressing hard against her clit. She was in the very beginnings of an orgasm. 

The question I had was it hers or MaryEllen.

MaryEllen stood there at the side of the bed eyes close, a hand at her breasts. The quick breaths showed that she was as turned on as Alisa was.

“Oh my gods! I can feel it. Yes it’s so close. It’s so bloody good. Thomas come here and fuck me. I need your cock in me. Finish me off.” 

Alisa was laying on the side with her feet up on the edge.  I walked to the side between her legs. My eyes were on my wife finger fucking herself.  As I settled in I had forgotten MaryEllen was there and brushed through her. 

Again I felt her warmth as it passed through me and I felt what they felt. In an instant I felt all the love Alisa had for me. I saw in my minds eye every time we made love or just rutted and screwed like farm animals. Visions of the make up sex after she had her only affair and the argument that almost killed our newborn love. 

I could feel the passion within me as my cock got harder and harder. It wasn’t going to be a gentle fuck. I wasn’t going to be considerate of my partner. Suddenly I was going to drive hard into her and cum as fast and hard as I could. I knew that’s what she wanted.

I gripped her under her arse (as Alisa called it). She felt me getting ready and grabbed my hard cock. “Fuck me with it Thomas. Jam it in, I need your cum.” 

Alisa’s breath were short gasps. I could almost sense the images floating around in her brain. They were the same as mine but from her view.  I could feel her passion as she tasted me, the uncertainty that first time we made love in my old house in Orlando. The anxiety she felt when we made our only trip to Birmingham to meet her parents. The absolute nastiness as I fucked her on her childhood bed in that Hockley row house. Then she had to hold my cum inside of her while talking to her mum. All the while her father had the bathroom busy.

She positioned the head at the entrance to her cunt. She pushed it up and down her slit to wet the head. Then she pulled me in place.

I felt the head slip in. That was my cue. Still holding her butt I pushed and drove all the way in. She gasped as the suddenness of it drove her breath out. I felt the warmth of her pussy surround me. She wasn’t as tight as before but I could feel her muscles tightening and loosening as I pulled back out. As quick as I pulled backed I pushed deep inside again. Alisa gave a shutter as her first orgasm carried her away.

“I can’t take any more Thomas.” Alisa moaned. “I need your cock snot in me, hurry love.”

The crown of my cock was super sensitive after the first time we had sex. Now with all the juice from her orgasm I felt the familiar pressure build again. “Here it comes,” I replied after catching my breath. “I can’t hold it back...Oh shit here it cums!”

“YES, do me good,” cried Alisa. As I painted her insides with my second large load of the night.

After catching our breaths we scooted back onto the bed. Our arms and legs were tangled together. I slowly stroked my wifes’ thigh as I started drifting. Suddenly I started to chuckle to myself.

Alisa pulled herself away and looked at me. “What's so damn funny?”

“I know what she needs,” I replied.

“Who’s she?”

“MaryEllen. I know what she needs.” I probably sounded more confident than I was.”

“She needs a good poking in every virgin hole she has.” The certainty of Alisa’s statement threw me.

MaryEllens been dead for forty-seven years, dearest. But you’re close. She needs a boyfriend.

XxXxXxX

The three of us shared our memories that night. I knew what MaryEllen knew. I knew why she hadn’t gone to heaven.

Even though MaryEllen was eighteen her night driving wasn’t the best, especially in Timmy’s DeSoto. She insisted on driving home and like a good boyfriend he said okay.  If he had been behind the wheel they might have gotten married like they had planned.

Some people believe that God has a plan for everyone. He knows how long we have to live. MaryEllen shortened His plan for her by insisting on driving that night in 1957. So she waited, alone.

Alisa had the same memories I had and knew what we had to do. It took several weeks to convince Evelyn Then it took several more to finally meet Timmy Bridgers in the flesh.

So here we were sitting on Evelyns back porch waiting. The sun was sloping under the roof. Timmy, wondering if he should call the police now or wait ten minutes more. His mother was just relieved to have him out of his self-imposed exile.

Of course Evelyn was there and even Vern. He kept on snorting about what kind of bullshit this was. That is until his mother told him to hush and sit down.

We probably were there for about an hour when she came walking up past the barns. A young girl, cute as a button. Her brown hair bouncing off her neck with every step she took. Her breasts bouncing right along with the gold chain around her neck. But it was the dress you saw first. It was brighter than I could ever remember. The floral print of reds, yellows and oranges almost seemed to glow by themselves. With every confident step she drew closer. Her eyes stayed on Alisa and I.

“MaryEllen,” Evelyn whispered. 

Maryellen turned her head toward her mother. “Hi, mama. Sorry I’m late, but I really tried to get home as soon as possible. Don’t be mad.”

The tears in Evelyn eyes told the story. “I could never be mad at you darlin’.”

MaryEllen turned toward her brother. “Vern, you haven’t changed a bit. Getting ready for high school?”

“I’m married with a grandbaby of my own, MaryEllen.” Vern was taking it rather well I thought. Well except for the white skin as all the blood sank to his feet. I thought he was going to faint.

“You still look like your seven to me, Vern.”

MaryEllen looked to her left and saw Timmy. “Oh Timmy, I’ve been looking all over for you. Tommy said you were home but I couldn’t get there.”

The tears were flowing from every eye as MaryEllen came to her boyfriend. The one she was suppose to marry forty seven years ago.

“I’m terribly sorry MaryEllen.” You didn’t have to be mind reader to see Timmy Bridger’s heart was in pieces. “I shouldn’t have let you drive. I saw the truck but it was too late. It should have been me. 

“No, Timmy, I was a damn fool to ask you to let me drive. I wanted to show off. If you drove no one would have died.” Maryellen looked at everyone who was gathered and smiled.

MaryEllen looked back at Alisa and I. “You know what I have to do. I left you a couple of gifts, I hope you like it.”

Slowly the wonderful eighteen-year-old walked to her boyfriend. I know she saw the twenty year old Timmy Not the one that we saw. Her face was one of complete joy.

As soon as they touched Timmy’s face matched hers. Slowly she walked into him and sat on his lap. Her head rested on his shoulder and her arms tried to wrap around him.

“I’m not leaving you ever again.” MaryEllen whispered.

Slowly Maryellen disappeared in her boyfriends’ arms.

XxXxXxX

We sat on the porch in stunned silence.

As the sun went down, one by one, everyone started to leave. Soon it was just Timmy, Alisa and I.

“You know, Maryellen was a virgin when she died.” I guess he was talking to us, but we couldn’t answer. I played with her breasts some and she use to moan a lot but nothing else.”

He was looking somewhere past the barns and smiling. “She says I better get healthy if I’m going to survive what she has planned. MaryEllen also wants to thank you for the idea you gave her.”

Alisa and I just smiled. “You know,” I said, “if she can do half of what she’s got planned you’ll be very happy or very dead.”

“But what away to go, huh?” Alisa finished my thought.

Timmy laughed for the first time.” That's exactly what she said. “Two virgin senior citizens.”

MaryEllen always liked going to Bethel Baptist Church, I think I’ll go Sunday. Are you up for it?”

“If she takes it easy on you, you’ll be there. She tends to get a little wild.”

“See You Sunday.” With that Timmy and MaryEllen wheeled out of our life; sort of.

We saw Timmy the next Sunday and the next. For the next eight years we saw them in fact. Timmy decided to take a cruise to the Caribbean one year. He said it was their ‘Honeymoon’. He told us all about it but that’s another story.

And one of the gift MaryEllen left us? Right after that night my sweet English wife informed me that she had bought a half dozen long silk scarves. And as Gomer Pyle once said, SURPRISE! SURPRISE! They looked very nice tied on the four poster bed.  

As I was tying her down one night I saw a special light in her eyes. “Thomas?”

“Yes Alisa.” 

“Tie me face down. With lots of pillow, dearest.”

As I was retying her she looked up at me. Her whole face was glowing. “Would you stick that bloody post in my bum, please? I want you up my arse. Think you can manage?” 

“It’s going to be very very tight, Tommy,” Alisa said with the best southern accent I’d ever heard.

“We have all night, love.” I smiled.