Old Haunts

Chapter One

Trish bussed her own table for a change, picking up several days worth of dirty dishes left behind in the wake of all-night study sessions as she prepared for finals. In high school she couldn’t wait to go to college, but now, as a sophomore, she wished she could return to those good old days.

Several strands of her shoulder-length silky blonde hair repeatedly fell in front of her eyes, which she angrily tucked behind both ears to keep it in place. She looked great in tight, hip-hugging denim jeans, and her perky breasts jiggled freely beneath the pullover T-shirt she wore. For her the entire weekend had been blown by Jenny’s unexplained disappearance. For all of her faults Jenny was really smart, and her absence left Trish in a bind as she really needed her help.

After she placed the dishes into a sink full of hot soapy water, there was a knock at the door. Just after the knock the door opened, and of all people Jenny was standing in the doorway with an apologetic look on her face. Jenny was into gothic. Jenny already had long, silky jet-black hair and a light complexion, but added to it was dark mascara Several gold rings adorned both ears and eyebrows, and Trish knew that beneath Jenny’s clothing both nipples and her belly button were pierced as well. And as usual Jenny was clothed in tight black jeans and a black, long-sleeved button-up blouse. Trish had to admit that her friend had an incredible body and a really cute face, but thought that the gothic look really detracted from her otherwise natural beauty.

“Where the hell were you this weekend?” Trish asked in an angry tone. “You know I’m going to bomb my tests next week. How could you, Jenny?”

Trish mouthed the words “I’m sorry” and stepped into the apartment. When Trish turned and approached the sink to wash dishes, Jenny sat down at the kitchen table.

“I met this guy yesterday, and he tells me he works at the morgue of all places,” Jenny tried to explain. “Trish, you know me. I’m really sorry for bailing on you. It wasn’t what I wanted to happen, you have to know that. But he was really cute, and he invited me to the morgue where he worked the graveyard shift. How could I resist an offer like that?”

“Well, no thanks would be a start!” Trish exclaimed as she rinsed a dish and placed it in a drying rack beside the sink. Finally she relented. “Okay, so tell me all the sordid details.”

“He pulled out an empty drawer where they store bodies in a big cooler, and when I placed both hands on the stainless steel and felt how cold it was, it was like the biggest thrill I ever had in my life. I was totally hot just from that. When he saw how excited I was he offered to put me in a body bag and treat me like a body pick-up. He helped me onto a gurney and zipped the bag up. He pushed the gurney up and down a few halls and I just lay still with my eyes closed. The top of the bag was draped over my body and resting on top of my face and I could feel my breath against my face.

“When the gurney stopped the bag was unzipped from top to bottom. He rolled my body to one side and worked the bag free, then rolled me to the other side and pulled the bag away. I stayed perfectly still and tried not to open my eyes or make any sound. Then he unbuttoned my blouse and unfastened my jeans. A hand was placed behind my neck and he lifted me up slightly to take my blouse off. Then he worked my tight jeans down to the knees, and pulled them off one leg at a time. My whole body was incredibly warm and tingly and it was the hottest I’d ever felt before in my life. Oh, Trish, it was amazing. My pussy was so wet.

“He pulled out the cooler drawer and rolled the gurney beside it. He grabbed me beneath the arms and moved my upper body onto the drawer, then did the same with my legs. That cold metal against my skin got me shivering, but I didn’t care.
He positioned my arms across my chest to keep them out of the way and closed the drawer. I’m telling you that cooler was freezing but it was so great. Outside he acted like he was talking to himself about how terrible it was to see such a hot chick dead, and that I shouldn’t be wasted. 

“I was in there a couple minutes and about the time I considered knocking for help the drawer opened. I peeked a little and saw him admiring my naked body, nodding approvingly. He grabbed my knees and lifted them up and posed them so my thighs were spread far apart. His warm hands lightly caressed both inner thighs from my knees to the edge of my crotch. His skin was so warm and felt so good on my cold flesh. It was all I could do to keep from moaning aloud. 

“With my hands positioned across my breasts I slowly pinched my nipples rings between a couple fingers and started twisting on them really hard. You know me, Trish. I’m the type of person that always pushes the boundaries, and I had long ago discovered that when pain and pleasure intertwine, it makes for an incredible sexual experience. 

“Finally his fingers were on my pussy. Some sifted through my pubis curls and roughly pulled on the strands. Others pushed my juicy lips apart and rubbed up and down my wet slit. He teased my clit for a few seconds and I almost lost it, but then it backed off and pushed into my canal. His finger felt so good inside. He worked it back and forth and I was in heaven.

“He pulled his hands away and I watched as he slipped out of his clothing. His penis was a work of art, Trish. I tried to peek at it just a little but when I laid my eyes on it I was riveted. It was long and the shaft was rippled. The purple-pink rounded head was big and glistening. I swear it made my mouth water. I closed my eyes as he crawled up on the drawer and kneeled between my thighs. His penis sure was ready for me, and my pussy was ready for him.

“His fingers pushed my outer lips apart and then I felt the large tip pushing into my slit. He rubbed it up and down my juicy flesh to get the head smeared with wetness. It slid into position at my small opening and throbbed against the entrance. He teased the hell out of me by pressing the head at the entrance but without using enough force to push it in. Then he thrust forward and my pussy opening yielded and spread as the round head popped inside. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sting a little, but it felt so wonderful.

“And then he started working that beautiful penis deeper and deeper into me. He really stretched out my pussy but it felt incredible. I couldn’t keep the act up any more and I moaned and groaned aloud and fucked him back with my hips. My nipples were so sore but I kept twisting on those rings. Oh, Trish, that was the best I ever had, trust me. When he finally thrust his entire length into me I swear I could feel and taste it at the back of my throat.

“He had some lasting power, too. Some guys are so quick I don’t get off, but this guy was a fuck warrior. When I climaxed the first time it came on real quick and almost surprised me. I was a mess, grunting and writhing wildly on that steel drawer. I about knocked him off, but he kept pumping his penis into me. I was creaming like crazy and my pussy was dripping with it. I was tired and breathless after my orgasm but I needed more. I felt this amazing tingling warmth from my head to my curled toes.

“He never slowed up, not for a second. He kept ramming it into my pussy and I loved every single thrust. My second orgasm wasn’t any surprise. I felt it building up and it was truly mind-blowing. Oh, Trish, I can’t even begin to describe it. I was groaning loud enough to wake the dead and my body was wildly thrashing around. It was exhausting. And at the same time this guy let’s go, and I mean he squirted so much semen in me it was still seeping out hours later.

“He slid off the drawer and moved my legs together again, then placed a white sheet over me and closed the drawer. This time the cooler actually felt good because he had gotten me so hot and sweaty, and the sheet helped me retain some of my body heat.

“Several minutes passed when I heard some noises, like doors opening and closing. And then two male voices, not just the one. I could only hear snippets of the conversation. The new guy asked about the body bag and gurney and if he’d made a run. Then I heard a tap on the outside of the drawer like a ring striking metal, and a second later the drawer was pulled out. That asshole was showing me off to his supervisor, but I had to admit it was strangely exciting. I pretended to be dead as the sheet was pulled back. This time I didn’t dare peek. They looked at my naked body for a few minutes, made some crude remarks, and closed the drawer again. After a few minutes the new guy left and the drawer reopened.

“I got dressed and stayed for the rest of his shift. The guys who worked there had all kinds of magazines stashed away, everything from soft to hard core porn. He tossed me a couple and we looked through them for a while, but that just got me horny again so I found a newspaper to read.

“A couple of hours later I got bored. When he stepped out for a few minutes I crawled under the table he was using for a desk. I’m not sure if he knew I was there when he first sat down or not, but as soon as he did I started caressing his crotch through his pants. I felt his penis stirring and slowly getting erect. When I unsnapped and unzipped his pants his penis sprung out ready for action.

“This time I wasn’t sneaking a peek at it, I had a close-up view of his penis and like I said before, it was gorgeous. He teased me before so I gave him a dose of his own medicine. I placed a fingernail at the base and slowly drug it along the bottom of his penis all the way to the head. That made him even harder. I could feel it throbbing. I did that for a good minute or two, and I continued doing that but I also fluttered the very tip of my tongue over his head and pushed it into the slit. A drop of semen had already formed and I got my first taste of him, and it was good.

“I really wanted to taste his meat by this time so I opened my mouth and moved the head slowly in and out. I dragged my teeth over the smooth tip while I licked and sucked on him. He really liked that because he groaned and shuddered and a few more drops of his milky hot seed dripped from the tip. I reached my hands up and fondled his balls and gently stroked the full length of his shaft. I really had him going now. That penis was absolutely pulsating against my lips and the roof of my mouth. I had to have more so I took his penis into my mouth to the back of my throat. Maybe some girls could’ve taken him all, but he was too big for me to handle. I just did the best I could and enjoyed it.

“He had a lot of staying power earlier, but he didn’t last as long in my mouth the way I treated him. I worked on him for probably about ten minutes and then he tensed and grunted and ejaculated. His semen filled my mouth and I could hardly swallow it quick enough before my mouth was full again. I know guys don’t really cum all that much but it sure seemed like a few pints’ worth to me.”

Trish held a hand up to her lips and giggled as she shook her head in amazement and disbelief. “Oh, Jenny, you have such a vivid imagination and a knack for story-telling. I mean it’s an incredible story, don’t get me wrong. It’s a little too incredible, because now you got me all horny. So what happened after he got a world-class blow?” 

“Nothing, really; after that I split before his relief showed and crashed at my place. And now, here I am.”

Trish had a real soft spot for Jenny. There was many a night that Jenny was there for her, helping her through one class or another. That stuff came easy to Jenny, where Trish always struggled. Trish knew she couldn’t stay mad, not after all they’d been through together since they met the previous year at the library.

“Trish?” Jenny said in a cute, naughty girl voice. “Please forgive me?”

“You know I already did,” Trish responded. “I mean, how could any girl pass up being treated like a dead body?”

Trish felt Jenny’s arms reaching around her neck and giving her a big hug and a kiss on the neck. Jenny always smelled so good. “I knew you’d understand. That’s why we’re sleeping next Friday night at an old cemetery.”

“And why would I do that?” Trish inquired, accustomed to Jenny’s bizarre whims.

“Because if you do, that $230 I borrowed for books last semester will finally be repaid.”

“So you want me to sleep with you at some cemetery so I can get back the money that you owe me anyway,” Trish said as she outlined the proposed deal. “Somehow that doesn’t rock my world.”

Jenny smirked. She had already anticipated that response. “Okay, I’ll sweeten the pot. I’ll pay you back the money I borrowed at sunrise the morning after we spend the night at the cemetery, and I’ll give you ten one-hour tutoring sessions in any subject you desire.”

Trish held out. “I get that, and more, already. You have to do better.”

Trish already knew she was going. After all that Jenny had done for her, it was the least she could do for her best friend. But pretending her unwillingness made it a game that Trish wasn’t anxious to end. She was curious to see how far Jenny would go.

“Okay. Add a mind-blowing orgasm on a grave to everything I already said.”
Trish giggled. She’d been after Jenny for months. Jenny knew Trish was into girls but despite that the two remained close. Finally Jenny was willing to concede and have sex with her. Now it was a tempting offer.

Trish rinsed the last dish and placed it in the drying rack. She turned around and faced Jenny, a mischievous smile on her face. “You know, a girl can’t have too many mind-blowing orgasms, and I’m thinking I need one tonight to seal this deal. Especially after that story you spun.”

“It’s the anticipation that makes it mind-blowing,” Jenny pointed out. “Just think, after a year of flirting it’s finally going to happen. You’re actually going to get me into bed, figuratively speaking. But I’d be willing to give you a preview right now.”

A devilish grin appeared on Trish’s cute face. She was so excited that it was difficult to contain. She wanted to scream out in happiness at the prospect of having sex with the girl she had grown to love and respect so much, wondering if their special relationship would ever evolve to this point. As Trish leaned back against the kitchen counter looking all sweet and innocent, Jenny leaned forward, their faces only inches from one another. Jenny’s sparkling green eyes locked onto Trish’s deep blue eyes.

“You are one master negotiator,” Jenny decided. “I can’t believe you’re taking advantage of me like this.”

“You just couldn’t resist me any more,” Trish responded. “We always knew this would happen. And I know damn well I’m not your first.”

Jenny considered the challenge. “Okay, so you’re like my third.”

Their full cherry lips met in a light, gentle kiss. Trish breathed in and enjoyed Jenny’s scent. It was the moment she had been fantasizing about since they first met, holding out hope that there was always a possibility for such a thing to happen between them. For Trish, it was the sweetest kiss she’d ever tasted, and craved more. Her tongue slowly pushed between Jenny’s lips and into an incredibly warm, wet mouth.