Author: Pookie
Title: Pookie | A Killer Comes To Visit
Part: Entire Story
Universe: Suburban Neighborhood
Summary: Melissa is house sitting for friends. Her boyfriend is 
staying with her, enjoying the nice home together. A murderous 
psycho serial rapist is on the loose. Melissa is left alone for a 
few hours. An old friend wants to see her for the last time on 
Halloween night. Will she cheat on her man? Just who is this 
friend, anyway?
Keywords: MF, cheat, oral
Revision: 1.00
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A Killer Comes To Visit
By Pookie



It's been fun staying in this nice home all week with my 
boyfriend.  I've been house sitting for the Riley's, who have 
been gone since last Friday and aren't due back until this coming 
Sunday.  House sitting can be a great job if you have all the 
amenities with it.  With it just being Thursday, we still have 
some days left to enjoy the comforts that are unknown at the 
apartments we live in.

The Riley's are paying me to stay in their home while they are 
gone on a cruise to the Bahamas.   Before they left, I was given 
the grand tour of the home.  Thomas told me to make myself at 
home and enjoy myself while he and his wife, Teresa, are gone.  

The Riley's are a fun couple who enjoy traveling when they can, 
especially since they have no children yet.  They know I'm 
responsible enough not to have any wild parties in their home 
while they are gone.  Teresa also knows that my boyfriend, Mark, 
spends many nights sleeping with me at my apartment.  She 
whispered to me before they left that they don't mind if Mark 
stays over with me either.  They are an open-minded couple that 
understand just what it is like to be in love and adventurous.

This is a very nice home and a pleasant change from the apartment 
I share with two other coeds.  The living room is well furnished 
along with a great big screen TV.  The bedroom I'm using has a 
queen size bed, making it great for playful lovemaking with my 
sexy man.  

There is a wonderful hot tub on the deck attached to the back of 
the house that Mark and I have been using throughout the week as 
well.  The back yard has a privacy fence that allows us to enjoy 
getting naked and enjoying each other in the hut tub.  We have 
had some pretty hot sex in the evenings out there, in and out of 
the hot tub.  

Late in the afternoon, Mark comes by the house after working at 
his father's store.  I fix him a quick sandwich before he has to 
go back to help close the store tonight.  He always stops by the 
store after classes to see if his father needs any help.  Today 
though has been slow at the store, but many of the part-time 
workers took the day off because of Halloween events.  So Mark is 
helping to close up tonight.

As I watch Mark eat his sandwich, I think about today being 
Halloween and the fun we can have this evening.  I also think 
about all the arguments we have been having over the past few 
weeks.

"Melissa, I really don't like you staying here alone tonight ... 
especially Halloween night.   That serial killer is still on the 
loose.  I want you to come back to the store with me.  It just 
isn't safe for you to be alone tonight."

"No, Mark.  I'm not going to stand around that store while you 
and your father talk half the night about that serial killer.  
I'll be just fine right here until you come back to get me after 
closing," I say, somewhat irritated.

"It just isn't safe for you to be here alone.  I want you to come 
with me.  Please?  Then we can go straight to the Halloween party 
after closing.  Okay?" 

"But this killer hasn't been anywhere near this neighborhood.  I 
doubt he would come around here anyways," I say, becoming more 
annoyed.

Watching him as he gets ready to go back to his father's store, I 
know he is getting very upset with me because I won't go back 
with him, that I would rather wait for him here at the house.  
Only a few people know I'm staying here this week, so I feel safe 
enough.

He looks at me very intently, "How do you know he wouldn't come 
around here?  The fact that he hasn't struck in this part of the 
city is what make me so afraid that he will target this area 
next."

"Why are you so obsessed with this?"

"I wasn't going to tell you this, but Frank stopped in the store 
earlier this afternoon ... "

"Not the super macho cop ... you know how he likes to spread a 
lot of crap, bragging that he knows more than anyone else," I say 
sarcastically.

"Baby, he is in the homicide division.  If anyone knows details 
about this weirdo, he would."

"Okay, what did he tell you about this guy?" I ask in 
frustration.

"Well you know he struck two nights ago.  It has been his trend 
over the past few weeks to strike every three days.  Normally he 
breaks into the victim's house by breaking through a window on 
the side or back of the house.  He brutally rapes his victims, 
beating them very badly in the process as well ... "

"Mark ... I don't really need to know all of this ... "   

"Listen to me.  Please?  When he gets ready to leave, he 
disfigures the woman's face with some kind of knife with a large 
blade.  He then stabs her to death after she suffers from the 
pain of having her face slashed.  Finally, he uses her blood to 
write what appears to be a love note to a girl he grew up with."

"A love note ... in blood?!"

"Yeah, the message always says that he is in love with the most 
beautiful girl he has ever known, but he can never have her it 
seems ... based on the note anyways.  So, he is killing every 
girl that looks like her ... before he kills her too, most likely 
... so there will be no more reminders for him of what he can't 
have."

"That guy is a real psycho," I say, feeling a little fearful.

"Mel ... the girls are all pretty with long blonde hair.  They 
all are about your age as well."

"Okay ... yeah ... that's scary, I'll admit ... but what are the 
odds he would come here?  He hasn't raped and killed anywhere 
near here.  What are the odds he is someone I know?   I don't 
know anyone that is a psycho like that!"

"Mel ... "

"Mark, don't worry about me.   I'll be okay right here for a few 
hours.  No one is out to kill me," I say, trying to let him know 
that I can take care of myself.

"You ARE coming to the store with me." 

"Don't tell me what I have to do!  I can take care of myself!  
You keep it up, and you won't need to even come back here later 
tonight!" I say loudly, showing my anger at being ordered around 
like a child.

"Okay, okay ... I'm sorry ... I'm just worried about you is all."

I take a deep breath, calming myself, "I'll be fine ... now go 
back to work and I'll be ready to go to the Halloween party when 
you get back later."

He moves over to me, taking me into his arms.

"I love you, Mel.  Keep the doors locked ... and don't go 
anywhere without letting me know first ... Please?"

Looking up at him trying to act calm, "Okay ... I love you too 
... now go on ... I'll be just fine until you get back."

He leans down to kiss me tenderly.  I walk him to the door and 
give him another kiss.  I watch him as he walks to his car in 
front of the garage, turning to blow a kiss to me along the way.  
He is such a sweetheart and a very caring man, but he has been so 
controlling and demanding the past few weeks.  It seemed to start 
when the serial killer first struck.  Closing the door, I walk 
over to one of the windows to watch him as he pulls out of the 
driveway. 

I watch through the window as he leaves.  I know he loves me and 
is just concerned about me, but he needs to understand that I can 
take care of myself sometimes.  I've been living away from home 
for several years now.  I learned a long time ago how to keep 
myself out of dangerous situations.  I just wish Mark would stop 
treating me like a defenseless child lately.

After sitting on the couch, I begin finishing a reading 
assignment for one of my classes.   It won't take me long, as 
I've read this book before.  I stop reading a few times to think 
about my relationship with Mark.  I love him so much, but we seem 
to be getting on each other's nerves so often now.  Maybe we are 
moving too fast with our relationship?  Maybe we need to spend 
some time apart more often?  Each time these thoughts occur, I 
force myself to get back to my reading, knowing I never will get 
finished otherwise.

After completing the reading, I decide to make something quick to 
eat and watch TV for a while.  Walking through the family room, I 
go into the kitchen to fix a sandwich to eat.  Standing at the 
sink, I look out one of the windows and gaze out into the front 
yard.  Darkness is setting in quickly now.  I don't see any cars 
drive past the house, which is unusual for this time of evening.

I don't see any trick-or-treaters out tonight either.  Because of 
the serial killer, the neighborhood has arranged for the kids to 
come to the nearby elementary school for a Halloween carnival, 
instead of walking the streets in the dark.

With my sandwich made and after pouring something to drink, I 
walk back into the family room and sit on the couch to relax.  
Setting my sandwich down for a moment, I grab the remote control 
for the TV and begin flipping through the channels to find 
something fun to watch.  I pause on one of the local channels to 
catch the news and weather forecast for tonight.

Sitting on the couch eating my sandwich, I watch a few 
commercials while waiting for the news to come back on.  Finally, 
the news program comes back on with the first news item covering 
the serial killer still on the loose.   The news anchor warns the 
public to be careful tonight with this mysterious killer still 
evading the police.   For the first time since Mark left, I begin 
to feel that maybe I should have gone with him to his father's 
store.  I begin flipping through the channels again, not wanting 
to watch anything more about this scary killer.

The phone rings, startling me for a moment.

"Hello."

"Hey Mel ... everything okay there?"

"Yes Mark, everything here is just fine.  Damn babe, you have 
only been gone about forty-five minutes.  I think I can take care 
of myself a little longer than that!" I say, the irritation I was 
feeling before returning now.

"I'm not calling to check up on you, baby ... I just wanted to 
tell you again that I'm sorry for arguing with you earlier.  I 
know we've been arguing with each other more over the past weeks 
... about different things.  I wanted you to know that I'll try 
to trust you more ... I know you can take care of yourself." 

"I'm sorry too, sweetie.  I guess I should be more understanding.  
I know you're just worried about me.  At least I know you really 
do care about me." 

"I do care deeply about you, baby ... I'll try to lighten up with 
you.  Listen, I'll try to be there in a few hours.  It's really 
slow here tonight ... probably because of it being Halloween ... 
and because of the ... "

I interrupt him, "Yea ... I know ... because of the killer being 
on the loose," I say, shaking my head in frustration. 

"Mel, promise me you won't go anywhere until I get there.  It's 
already dark now and I would just feel better if you would stay 
where you are until I get there."

"I promise I won't go anywhere ... I'll be right here until you 
get back.  Feel better now?" I say mockingly.

"Yeah ... thanks for understanding my concerns ... I guess.  Be 
ready to leave for the Halloween party by 9 pm.  I should be able 
to get out of here by then."

"Okay sweetie, I'll see you in a few hours then.  Bye," I say 
quickly, hanging up the phone.

Moments after I hang up the phone, I begin flipping through the 
channels again, trying to find something fun to watch.

The phone begins ringing once more.

"Mark ... give me a break!  Please?!"

"Uh ... I'm sorry.  Is this Melissa?"

"Oh ... sorry.  Yes, this is Melissa.  Who is calling?" I say 
meekly, feeling embarrassed.

"You don't remember my voice?  This is Michael.  Don't you 
remember your best buddy you grew up with and went to school 
with?"

"Oh!  Hey Michael!  I'm sorry.  I thought you were Mark calling 
me back."

"No.  I wish I could be Mark, but it's just your lifelong pal 
calling to talk ... sorry to disappoint."

"Oh, Michael!  You know I love talking to you anytime.  How did 
you get this number?  Only a few people have it since I'm just 
going to be here for the week."

"I called your sister, Jessie, and got it after I called your 
apartment.  One of your roomies said you were house sitting for 
some friends this week."

I last saw Michael about a month ago.  He told me then that he 
would soon be moving with his family to California.  Michael grew 
up just down the road from my parent's house, out in the country.  
We often played together being the same age.  We had many classes 
together throughout our years in school.  We spent a number of 
nights together out with our friends, partying and occasionally 
getting drunk together.   We always looked out for each other 
though.  On our high school graduation night, we hung out 
together because I didn't have a boyfriend at the time, but he 
was never my boyfriend or intimate with me.  

Michael and I have been best friends since we were very young, 
but we never did date each other for various reasons.  We were 
always there for each other when either of us needed a friend 
though.  When I moved into an apartment close to the university 
campus a few years ago, we began to see each other less often, 
usually when I was at my parents' house on weekends.

"So what's up with you, babe?  Aren't you moving to California 
soon?" 

"That's why I called, Mel.  We're moving sooner than I told you 
the last time I saw you.  We're leaving this weekend for San 
Francisco.  I was hoping I could come by to see you for a bit 
tonight.  I doubt I'll have much time tomorrow with trying to 
finish packing everything."

"Come on over!  Do you know where the Overlook subdivision is 
at?"

"Yeah, what's the address?"

"1326 Lake Drive.  The house sits off the street some ... just 
pull up to the garage and come to the front door."

"Okay ... I should be there in the next fifteen minutes.  I'm not 
too far from there now."

"Okay.  I'll listen for you.  Bye."

Hanging up the phone, I begin wondering if I should call Mark and 
let him know Michael is coming over.  Mark seems to like Michael 
from the times we have all been together.  I decide not to worry 
Mark right now.   The less I talk to him right now, the less he 
will aggravate me about being careful tonight with a killer on 
the prowl.   

I begin thinking again about how Mark has been getting on my 
nerves quite often lately.  Maybe we do need some space between 
us for a while.  Maybe we have let our relationship get too 
serious over the past few months.   For the first time, I 
seriously consider the need to spend some time apart, to make 
sure we really do want to be together as a couple.  Maybe I'm 
just over-reacting to our argument earlier, but I can't help but 
wonder.

Realizing I still haven't finished my sandwich, I begin eating it 
quickly so I can be finished by the time Michael gets here.   
Flipping through the channels once more, I happen to catch 
another local channel's evening news about the serial killer that 
he is expected to possibly strike again tonight.  I change the 
channel again quickly, not wanting to watch it.  Maybe I really 
should've gone with Mark tonight after all.   

I begin to really feel afraid now.  The things Mark told me about 
what the killer did to his victims are really frightening.  Being 
Halloween night doesn't help me feel safe and sound either.  
Flipping through the movie channels, of course I happen to catch 
glimpses of horror movies with legendary killers like Jason and 
Freddie.  Finally, I find a comedy show I can watch, hoping this 
will get my mind off of being alone. 

The sound of breaking glass startles me.  

The sound seemed to come from the kitchen, which is on the side 
of the house where the garage is located.   A few moments later, 
I hear what sounds like a firecracker.  What am I suppose to do?!  
Is someone breaking into the house?!  I sit petrified on the 
couch for a few moments, unable to think.  Maybe I better call 
Mark and let him know what I heard!  

As I reach for the phone, I hear a pounding begin on the front 
door.  A familiar voice calls out my name.  

"Melissa, it's me!"

I recognize the voice as Michael.  As I'm slowly walking to the 
door still fearful of the noises I heard, Michael yells out my 
name again.  

"Melissa, open the door!  It's me, Michael!"

When I reach the door, he pounds on it again, which makes me 
jump, out of fear.   I move up to the door and peek through the 
small window.  I can see it is Michael.  He looks like he is cold 
standing outside.  I open the door cautiously, letting him come 
inside.

"Hey, girl!  What took you so long to open the door?  It's 
getting cold outside!  Are you afraid of your old friend now?!"

Michael seems somewhat offended by my startled and fearful look.

"No, Michael ... I thought I heard something in the kitchen 
breaking and then you're pounding on the front door ... I just 
... got scared ... don't be upset with me, I'm sorry!"

I didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but all the talk of a killer 
on Halloween night and the sounds coming from the kitchen just 
overwhelm me now.  Arguing with Mark earlier has made me edgy now 
as well.

"Let me check the kitchen out for you then ... it probably was 
nothing.  Can you show me where it is?"

"Yea ... follow me," I say sheepishly.

Taking his arm with my hand, I lead him cautiously through the 
door to the family room and point to the kitchen. 

"Wait right here and let me check," he says, taking my tightly 
gripping hand from his arm.

He walks to the kitchen door and takes a look inside before 
walking through the doorway.   He is in there for a few moments 
before he walks back out and back over to me.

"I don't see anything broken or out of place.  Maybe it was 
something you heard on TV?"

"Maybe ... it sure sounded like a window breaking though ... then 
maybe a firecracker going off after that ... I guess I'm just 
losing my mind tonight!" I say, beginning to cry.  

Michael embraces me,  "Don't cry, Mel.  I'm sorry if I scared 
you.  I didn't mean to sound angry when I came in the house 
either.  I guess I'm a bit on edge too lately.  Moving to 
California is really bothering me, leaving my friends behind, 
especially you ... come on, lets go sit down.  You look like you 
just left a haunted house!"

"I'm sorry, Michael.   It's just all this talk I've heard tonight 
about this damn serial killer ... I'll be okay now ... can I get 
you something to drink first?"

He pauses before responding, looking toward the kitchen before 
saying, "No, but thanks.  I can't stay too long anyways.  I just 
wanted to see you one last time before I have to leave."

"I'm glad you called and came over.  I'm really going to miss 
you.  You've always been a great friend to me."

We sit down together on the couch.  Michael seems to be acting a 
little strangely right now.  I guess it's just the looming move 
across the country that is making him act differently.   

I notice he is wearing the baseball cap that I bought for his 
birthday one year while we were in high school.  It seems like he 
is always wearing a baseball cap.  He takes it off and places it 
on the end table by the couch, then looks back at me.

"Mel, you have always been one of my best friends.   Remember all 
the afternoons we played together after school?  We used to ride 
our bicycles all over the countryside.   You were always just 
like one of the other guys."

"Yea, those were fun afternoons ... we used to ride until it got 
dark most days.  I know our parents got mad at us more than once 
for being gone for so long at times.  We always seemed to lose 
track of time together."

"I remember playing baseball with you during all those springs 
and summers.  You were a better player than most of the guys," he 
says, smiling softly.

Looking at him sweetly, "Yeah ... those were fun days.  You were 
always a lot of fun to be around.  You never treated me like I 
was a yucky little girl.  You always took up for me when the 
bigger boys would pick on me and try to run me off."

He turns a little to look directly at me, "You were always a good 
friend too.  You always took up for me as well.  Remember the 
time Jimmy Taylor started a fight with me?  He was so much bigger 
than me then.  He was going to whip my ass that day.  But you 
jumped right in between us, telling him to stay away from your 
friend.  I never forgot that, Mel."

"Well ... it didn't hurt that I kicked him in the nuts so we 
could run to our bikes and get away from him," I say, laughing 
softly.

"Yeah!  But you were there for me.  You have always meant a lot 
to me.  I just wish ... well I just wish things could have been 
different," he says, looking down sadly.

"Michael?   What's wrong?!   What do you mean you wish thing 
could have been different?" 

"Mel, you've always been the most beautiful girl I've ever known.  
You've always been one of my best friends too.  I just wish I 
could have ... dated you some.  After you moved from your 
parents' house to your apartment, I guess I knew then that we 
probably wouldn't have a chance to ever be ... closer."

"I would have loved to have dated you.  I guess I always seemed 
to have a boyfriend though when you didn't have a girlfriend." 

"I would have broken up with any girl for the chance to be with 
you.  Maybe it was just teen love or something, but I really had 
strong feelings for you ... I still do I guess," he says 
wistfully.

I never realized it before now, but Michael probably always had a 
crush on me.  I guess he just wants me to know how he feels now, 
knowing we won't be seeing each other for a very long time, if 
ever again.

I reach out and take his hand into mine.  I look deeply into the 
eyes of my lifelong friend.  

"You are a very special friend to me, more special in many ways 
than any guy has ever been, other than Mark.  Why didn't you ever 
ask me out?  There were times you could have you know." 

"I have to admit ... I'm very envious of Mark ... I've always 
wanted to ask you out on a date ... but I was always afraid I 
would lose your friendship if things went wrong," he says 
regretfully.

"Michael, you never would have lost ... "

He interrupts me, "I knew I wasn't as handsome as the guys you 
usually dated ... and I didn't want to be embarrassed by having 
you turn me down.  You're the most beautiful girl I've ever 
known.   I've always loved you ... but I knew I could never have 
you ... the way I wanted," he says, forlornly.

I know he can see from my reaction that I'm a little stunned by 
his confession.  I have always had strong feelings for Michael as 
a friend, but I never realized that his feelings for me were so 
deep.

Looking carefully into his eyes, "Michael, I've always loved you 
as a close friend.  I would've dated you if you had asked me.  I 
wish I had known how you felt all that time."

"It's water under the bridge now ... I'm just so glad we've 
remained close friends for so long ... but I have fantasized ... 
what it could've been like with you," he says disappointedly.

I feel a little apprehensive, but very flattered by his 
confession.  I begin thinking about what it could have been like 
as well.  He is a very attractive man now.  He has filled out and 
become quite muscular.  I feel myself becoming aroused as I look 
at his strong, sexy body.  I sit there quietly for a few long 
moments before Michael gets my attention.

"Is something wrong? ... Did I upset you with what I said?" he 
asks with distress in his voice.

"No, Michael ... nothing is wrong ... I couldn't help wondering 
for a moment what it could have been like as well ... you're a 
handsome guy," I say, affectionately.

"Thanks for saying that ... it means a lot to me to know you feel 
that way.  I didn't mean to ramble on tonight about having a 
crush on you ... I'm sorry," he says, somewhat embarrassed now.

"Don't be embarrassed ... it's okay ... at least we both know how 
the other feels now ... I just wish I had known before now 
though." 

"Well ... I guess I need to get going ... there is still a lot I 
need to do ... would you do me one favor though before I go? He 
asks shyly.

"I will if I can, Michael.  What is it?"

"Would you let me ... can I ... kiss you ... just one time?" he 
asks, almost blushing.

I look down at the floor for a moment thinking ... one kiss can't 
hurt.

"I suppose ... a kiss would be fine ... I guess ... I wonder why 
we never have kissed before, even as friends ... you know we 
never even ... fooled around ... as kids," I say, blushing 
profusely.

Michael stands up and takes my hand, pulling me eagerly from the 
couch.  Our eyes lock together.  A strong feeling builds in our 
gaze, unlike ever before.  I feel an overwhelming desire to kiss 
him.  I've never felt these feelings for Michael before.  

He takes my arms with his hands as he leans down slowly, our lips 
meeting in a soft kiss.  He pulls his face back from mine.  The 
passion in his eyes is even more intense now.  I feel the same 
passion building inside me as well.  He leans back down and 
kisses me softly again.    

"I'm sorry ... I know I said just one kiss ... I couldn't help 
... "

"Kiss me, Michael ... "

We embrace each other like lovers as our lips press together 
tightly.  I feel his tongue against my lips, my mouth opening 
without restraint to accept it.  Our tongues seem to battle with 
each other, as our embrace grows even more intense.  I can feel 
his arms around me, his hands moving down my back, caressing me, 
loving me.

He breaks the kiss for a moment and looks into my eyes intently.  
I think about Mark for a moment, but my desire to be held by 
Michael overwhelms me.  I feel helpless to his desire.  I want 
him to take me.  

Michael leans to kiss me again, deeply this time.  My arms pull 
him to me tightly.  My lust for his touches consumes me.  I know 
in my heart that I'm going to give my body to him tonight.  I 
feel a strong need to make love with him.  I know I'm about to 
cheat on Mark for the first time, but I feel so lost in my lust 
for my friend.  I want him to make love to me so badly right now. 

He begins kissing and nibbling on my neck; this is my weakness.  
I begin moaning softly, letting him know that I'm surrendering my 
body to him.  I can feel him nibbling on my ear, causing me to 
become even more aroused.  He pulls back from me, looking into my 
eyes, as if to ask for permission to continue.  I can see the 
lust in his eyes, as my own look tells of my desire for him.  

"I need you to make love to me," I say quietly.

He kisses me deeply again before stepping back to look at me.  He 
slowly removes my clothes, gazing with desire as my body is 
revealed to him.  He kisses each part of me, as it is uncovered.  
Standing back a step, he looks with intense desire at my body, 
exposed to his eyes for the first time ever.  

He quickly removes his own clothes, staring at my body intently 
as he does.  His large erection quickly catches my eyes.  I step 
to him, taking it in my hand.  I kiss his chest as I caress his 
throbbing cock.  I can't resist the urge to go down on him.  I 
look into his eyes as I sink to my knees, still holding his 
erection.  I stare into his eyes, taking his swollen cock between 
my lips very lovingly.  I lick the head gently, swabbing it with 
my soft wet tongue.  I slide my lips along the bottom of his 
shaft until I reach his sperm filled balls.  I feel his strong 
hands holding my head now, as I make love to him with my mouth.

I lick at his sack, taking each of his balls lovingly into my 
mouth, sucking gently.  I can hear his moans beginning.   I pull 
my mouth away, looking into his eyes again as I move my lips to 
the tip of his shaft.  I slowly take his cock between my soft, 
full lips again.  My tongue and lips making love to him as he 
fills my mouth and throat with his throbbing cock.   

I begin sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, taking him deep 
each time.  I know he can hear the slurping noises as I take him 
completely again and again.  My hand massages his balls as I give 
him the best blowjob I possibly can.

Michael pulls his cock away from my mouth.  I whimper softly at 
losing his handsome cock.   He then lifts me so I'm standing in 
front of him, gazing at my body for a few moments.  He steps over 
to the couch, pulling me with him before sitting down together.  
Leaning to kiss me deeply again, his hands explore my firm 
breasts.  His mouth moves down slowly from my lips, kissing down 
my neck to my breasts.  He kisses, licks, and nibbles on each of 
my hard nipples.  I hold his head lovingly as he sucks hard, 
alternating between each breast.  He removes his mouth from my 
nipple, kissing and licking down my body, taking his time to 
explore me completely.  

He kisses and licks the insides of each of my thighs, 
tantalizingly close to my wet pussy.  He pauses to look closely 
at my exposed pussy.  He uses his fingers to touch me lightly, 
exploring, inserting a finger slowly inside my tight hole, 
feeling my wetness.  He slowly fucks me with his finger, looking 
intently as my pussy grasps at his loving finger.  

While he continues to work his finger deeply into me, he moves 
his tongue softly over my throbbing clit.  He licks me lovingly 
with his wet tongue.  I moan deeply, holding his head tightly to 
my aching pussy.  I can feel his tongue bathing my clit as I 
approach my orgasm.  His tongue licks me furiously, fucking me 
now with two fingers deeply.  I lose control of my body and I 
scream out as my orgasm begins.  My body reacts strongly against 
his mouth and fingers, as my deep moans grow very loud.  

He pulls his mouth from my pussy and moves up over me.  My body 
is still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm.  We both turn 
on the couch so we are lying completely on it, with his body over 
mine.   I spread my legs willingly, encouraging him to put his 
cock inside me.  As the tip of his throbbing shaft touches my wet 
opening, we kiss each other deeply once more.  He breaks our kiss 
and pulls his head back, looking down at me intensely.  I tell 
him in a deep, sexy voice to fuck my pussy like he has always 
wanted.  

He thrusts slowly into my tight pussy until he is completely 
buried.  I moan loudly, telling him how badly I need his cock 
inside me, fucking me deep and hard.  Michael begins thrusting 
into me with long hard strokes.  Our lips lock together, tongues 
exploring each other's mouths as only lovers can.  I raise my 
hips to meet his hard thrusts, allowing him to go even deeper 
inside me.  His pounding drives my body back down hard into the 
couch.   

Michael begins moaning intensely as his orgasm approaches.  I can 
feel his cock swelling inside my tight pussy.  With my pussy, I 
squeeze his cock tightly as it makes love to me.  I wrap my legs 
tightly around him, holding him deep inside me.  He groans loudly 
as his cock explodes deep inside me.  I can feel his cum filling 
me.  My own orgasm overwhelms me as I feel his cock jerking deep 
inside my body, filling me with his thick hot sperm.  I hold him 
closely as our orgasms subside.  I kiss his neck and face softly 
as he catches his breath.  Both of us are sweating from the 
intensity of our fucking.

We turn sideways on the couch facing each other.  His cock slips 
from my sensitive pussy, filled with his sperm.  We hold each 
other still as we rest for a moment.

As I look at him, I begin thinking of Mark.  I know I have now 
been unfaithful to him for the first time.  I've never cheated on 
him with another man before.  I close my eyes and grow fearful of 
the damage I may have just done to my relationship with Mark.  I 
love him so deeply.  Yet here I am in the arms of another man, my 
pussy leaking his fresh sperm.  Tears begin streaming from my 
eyes.   What have I just done?   What am I going to do now?  What 
am I going to tell Mark?  Oh my God!  Have I just destroyed the 
best thing that ever happened to me?!

I feel Michael's hand touch the side of my face.  

"Melissa, don't cry.  It's going to be all right."

"Michael ... I just cheated ... "

"Shhh ... look at me ... "

I look into his eyes.  He looks at me so tenderly. 

"Thank you for giving me this time.  Thank you for letting me 
have you ... if only one time.  I know you are scared now of what 
we have done."

He brushes my hair from my face. He looks softly at me, almost 
serene.

"I know you love Mark deeply, even though you both have been 
arguing often over the past weeks."

I look at him in surprise.

"Mel, I know you're questioning your relationship with Mark 
tonight, wondering if you're really meant to be together.  I know 
that he argued with you about going back to the store with him 
tonight, so you wouldn't be in any danger.  I know both of you 
are afraid you will do something to hurt the other ... don't be 
afraid of each other.  I know you're meant to be together.  I 
know you love Mark deeply.  I know Mark loves you the same way.  
The two of you have a bright, loving future ahead.  You will have 
ups and downs like any couple ... but you will eventually marry 
Mark ... and live a long happy life together."

"Michael ... how ... how can you know this?   How do you know 
Mark and I have been arguing?  How do you know what we argued 
about tonight?  How can you know what I'm thinking and feeling?"

He just smiles at me without answering.

"Don't worry about what we just did together.  I'll be leaving 
very soon and would never do anything to hurt your relationship 
with Mark.  No one will ever know what we just did together ... 
as friends.  You didn't cheat on Mark with your heart.  You could 
never do that since it belongs to Mark."

He stands up and begins putting his clothes on.  I move off the 
couch as well and begin dressing.  He smiles as he looks at me.  
I know he can see the puzzled look on my face.  How can he know 
these things about me?

"I have to go now, it will be a very long time before we can see 
or talk to each other again."

"Michael, you can call me anytime!  You have my phone number.  
Please call me when you get to California ... you are my friend."  

"Melissa ... it will be impossible for me to call you.  Just know 
that I love you ... you will always be my friend."

He takes my arms with his hands.  Leaning down, he kisses me 
softly.

"Thank you for being a true friend to me ... all my life.  I've 
got to leave now."

Suddenly I notice blue lights flashing through the front windows 
of the house.  I break my embrace with Michael and walk quickly 
over to one of the windows, glancing through the curtains.  I can 
see several police cars parked in the front yard; officers are 
moving quickly from their cars and across the lawn with their 
guns drawn.  

I turn to look back at Michael, but he is gone.  

"Michael?!  Where are you?!"

There is no reply as I begin walking quickly through the house.  
I begin running until I reach the backdoor and see that it's 
locked, the deadbolt still secure.  I quickly walk down the 
hallway to the bedrooms looking for Michael.  I begin hearing the 
doorbell and banging on the front door.  I assume it is the 
police officers.  I don't see any sign of Michael anywhere in the 
house.  

After checking each room, I quickly run to the front door.  I 
glance out the small window and see a police officer waiting for 
me to open the door.  I unlock the door and open it, letting him 
come inside.  After he enters the entrance hall, he looks around 
to see if anyone else is with me.

"Are you alright, ma'am?  Are you alone?"

"I'm fine ... what's going on?!"  

"Your neighbor called 911 after he discovered that his dog had 
found two men beside your house.  The dog had been barking for 
awhile before he decided to come outside to see what was going 
on."

"This isn't my house, officer.  I'm just house sitting for a 
couple while they are on a cruise.  Did you say the neighbor 
found two men beside this house?!"

"Yes, ma'am.  It appears that one of the men was trying to break 
into the house.  It appears that he was able to break a window 
before the other man walked up on him.  They struggled for short 
time before they apparently killed each other."

"They are dead?!"

"Yes, ma'am."  

The officer walks back to the front door, motioning for me to 
follow.  After stepping out on the porch, he points to the side 
of the house where the garage is located.  It is very dark in 
that area, but I can see flashlight beams moving around from the 
side of the house.

"It looks like the burglar stabbed the man that walked up on him 
a number of times.  It appears that he wasn't able to subdue him 
quickly though.  The man that was stabbed apparently had a gun or 
took a gun from the burglar and shot him, killing him instantly 
it appears.  I doubt the man who shot the burglar lived long 
afterwards.  His own injuries were pretty bad.  Did you hear 
anything within the past hour that sounded suspicious?"

I pause for a moment, wondering if I should tell the officer 
about Michael, that he had been here for the past hour.

Another officer walks up quickly.

"Sir, it looks like we have the serial killer.  One of the dead 
men fits the description a witness to one of the earlier killings 
gave us."

The officer turns to look at me.

"Ma'am, were you expecting someone tonight?" 

Suddenly I become filled with horror.  Michael was with me the 
last hour.  The only person I was expecting tonight other than 
Michael is ...

"Oh my, God!"

It can't be him!  Oh God!  Please don't let it be Mark!  He could 
have come back to the house to surprise me!  He could have walked 
up on the killer trying to break in!  Was Mark laying beside the 
house dying while I was fucking Michael?! 

I begin running to the side of the house screaming,  "Oh my God 
NO! ... I'M SORRY, MARK!"   

As I get closer to the bodies, I see the headlights of a car 
pulling in behind the police cars in the yard.  A man gets out 
quickly, running up the driveway in my direction.  As the man 
gets closer, I can see who it is clearly.   

"Oh thank, GOD!  Mark, hold me please!"

Mark takes me into his arms, holding me as I wrap my arms around 
him tightly.  I begin crying as I hold the man I love in my arms.

"Melissa, look at me!  Are you okay?  What happened here?!"

"I should've gone with you!  I'm sorry ... thank God you are 
okay!  I thought you were one of the dead men beside the house!"

"What!  What dead men?!  I left the store after I couldn't reach 
you on the phone.  I figured something was wrong here.  Thank God 
you're all right!  Who is dead beside the house?!"

The officer I was originally talking to walks up to us.

"Ma'am, is this man the person you were expecting tonight?"

"Well ... yes and no ... another friend called and was going to 
come by to see me."

Another officer walks up to the three of us.

"Sir, the phone line at the side of the house has been cut ... 
just like with all the other victims."

I look up at Mark, "Do you remember Michael?"

"Yea ... What does Michael have to do with this?"

"He called me not long after I got off the phone with you.  He 
wanted to come by to see me."

"How did he know you were here?  Why did he have to see you 
tonight?"

"He called Jessie to find out where I was at after he called my 
apartment.  Remember me telling you he was moving to California 
soon?  He called to let me know he was moving sooner than he 
thought.  He wanted to drop by to see me one last time before he 
moved away."

The officer points over at the two dead men.

"Could the other man be your friend Michael?" the officer asks.

"I don't think so ...,"  I answer, unsure what I should say about 
Michael right now.

"If you don't mind, would you walk over there with me and see if 
you can identify the other man?"

"Yes, sir ... I'll try."

We all walk over to where the two dead men are laying.  

I glance down and look closely at one of the dead men.  I don't 
recognize the first man I see, but I recognize the other man 
immediately; it is Michael!

"Oh my God!  Michael is the serial killer?!" I scream, pointing 
at the second man.

"No, ma'am.  He isn't the serial killer.  The other man fits the 
description we have though.  It appears your friend Michael saved 
your life tonight.  He lost his own in the process though."

Mark pulls me away from the dead men.  He puts his arm around my 
back and walks me to the front of the house and inside.  We walk 
together into the family room.  He sits down with me on the 
couch, holding me close.  He raises my chin with his hand, 
leaning down to kiss me like no other man can.

"He was just going to come by to see me one last time before he 
left!  Why did he have to die?!"   

"I don't know, baby.  I wish I had known Michael better.  He was 
a true friend ... to both of us tonight.  I don't know what I 
would've done if you had been hurt by that psycho killer."   

While Mark holds me, I wonder if everything that happened in this 
room tonight with Michael was just some kind of dream.  Out of 
the corner of my eye, I notice something on the end table by the 
couch, Michael's cap sitting where he had placed it when he came 
to see me ... for the last time.

The End

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