Edward Thackeray’s Afterlife (part 1), Series

Lena and Cassie’s Graveyard Dare

The girls’ hot Halloween tryst awakens more than their lust

Cassie stumbled into me, she’d tripped over a root or somesuch, and we both giggled, our nerves asserting themselves in misplaced mirth.

“Ssshhh!” I raised a finger to my lips, more than a little unsteady on my own feet; several shots had made me feel like Bambi on ice. Our eyes locked and she leaned in to press her full lips to mine, their sweetness reminding me she’d been drinking rum and Coke. Tentative at first, I responded more avidly as the kiss went on and her tongue began to probe and tease.

Cassie was my best friend, but we’d never crossed this line before, although she’d been out with several girls. Tonight was a dare, a bit of bravado. The girl on girl action was a new threshold to me, making out in the moonlit graveyard was her monster to stare down. Cassie, the wimp, couldn’t get through a horror film without a pillow to hide behind, whereas supernatural tales were my obsession. Part of me had hoped she wouldn’t take my challenge because — where did we go as friends if things got weird after we’d hooked up?

“How much further?” her voice trembled when we broke our kiss.

I took her hand and led her onward, processing how I felt about the kiss as we wove through the ancient headstones and statues, worn by the elements and patchy with lichen and moss. My heart thumped in my chest and both my palms and my panties were damp with anticipation. I had frequently admired Cassie’s lithe sport-honed body with her neat, pert breasts and long toned legs. I’d told myself it was a fascination for opposites as I was short and curvy, my full fleshy breasts and bum the complete opposite to her body make up. Now I couldn’t stop remembering the press of her lips and the tickle of her tongue, even though our kiss ended minutes ago. I now suspected I’d been lying to myself about our friendship being purely platonic.

The altar-like grave I’d been seeking loomed on our right, draped with ivy leaves and washed silver with moonlight. I backed against it, drawing Cassie with me, until the hard edge of the slab dug into my back while the soft swell of Cassie’s breasts pressed into mine. She bent her head and I tilted to kiss her, my neck extending pale and vulnerable, I breathed her breath.

“Damn Lena, your body is smoking!”

Cassie’s voice was tight with emotion, while butterflies clamoured within my core. She ran a hand down the front of my blouse, buttons seemingly springing open in her path, to coax my puckered nipple out from eyelash lace. Her touch was sure as she pinched and rolled it’s stalk between her fingers, causing a pulse of lust to throb between my thighs.

Unsure what I should do, my fingers brushed the familiar softness of her bluntly cut hair, to tease the nape of her neck. Still plundering my mouth with a bruising kiss, Cassie’s other hand skimmed down my side releasing thrills of sensation which went into overdrive as she cupped and fondled my butt. She roamed my curves before pulling hard on the seam at the back of my jeans, which pressed the ridge of fabric tight to my clit. I gasped with surprise at the pleasure. My experienced friend growled in a predatory way as she pinched my nipple, turning my legs to jelly and making my pussy drip like a bruised peach.

“I want you,” Cassie murmured, and I could only nod acquiescence and bite my lip when she sank to her knees before me, popping the button on my jeans.

“You smell so good,” she sighed her delight while peeling open the denim to drag the tight fabric away from my vulva. Decisively she pushed my knickers down until they stretched between my thighs.

“Oh Cassie,” the cool wind snatched a groan from my lips.

She pressed a kiss hard against my slit while teasing one warm finger inside the moistened folds. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, my lover was out of my reach, her head at my pussy. The sensations awakened by her fingers and tongue invoked my inner rag doll.

“I never knew …” my incomplete sentence hung in the air. Snatched away from me by throbs of desire as Cassie’s fingers curled to stroke the slick inner walls of my pussy, massaging the nerve endings within.

A cool breath caressed the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My head dropped back. Vaguely aware of the tossing of yew boughs against the night sky, I was lost to the incessant sensations luring my climax ever closer. Cassie’s hot mouth was pressed, sucking and licking, against my pussy, while her two hands fondled my rear and probed the moisture within my folds. A teasing brush of cold sensation at my hardened nipple had me groaning with lust, even as my subconscious queried Cassie’s hands being everywhere.

A cloud scudded across the moon, intensifying the darkness by several shades, and that’s when a cold hand cupped my breast, coaxing the sensitive nipple into a peak. I could barely see Cassie kneeling at my feet, but I felt her licking and sucking, drawing moisture from my depths, while both hands were fully occupied in my pants, so how? … Who was pinching me?

A sighing breath tickled my jawbone again before cold lips pressed against my mouth. I stiffened with fear, but the kiss was so sensuous I was forced to respond. As if icy fingers cradled the back of my head, chilly sensations raked my already pricking scalp, while my aching nipple sent jolts of desire to my wet, pulsing cunt.

“Open those slutty legs wider Miss Lena,” Cassie’s voice broke through my scrambled thoughts.

She pulled my thighs apart to latch her mouth onto the nub of my clit, suckling and stimulating the knot of nerve endings, making my toes curl while my solar plexus unravelled with desire.

Simultaneously the ghostly fingers seemed to pluck at my flimsy blouse to reveal a second puckered nipple for teasing torture.

My body was riding a wave of desire so strong, I couldn’t speak or cry out to resist the chilling ministrations. Cassie seemed oblivious to the presence of what seemed to be a supernatural entity as she licked and sucked at my pussy while plunging her fingers in and out of me with a delicious, rhythmic sound which betrayed my saturation. The tang of our arousal fragranced the night air, alongside a musty, stale smell, like clothes stored in the attic.

The goosebumps raising on my exposed breasts were testament to the temperature contrast of our unexpected visitor, for Cassie’s face was warm against my thighs and her mouth burnt a hot trail around my labia with kisses and nibbles. The lovejuice she drew from me was hot too. She painted it around the ball of my clitoris and raised a soaking finger to my mouth for me to taste.

I sucked on that finger hard, the pulse between my thighs building incessantly now, thumping in time with Cassie’s thrusts and the ghostly tugs on my tits. I was experiencing worship and while being used, simultaneously teased and tormented, so my orgasm hit me like an express train.

“Oh Cassie, Oh Fuck!” I gasped, unable to stay quiet in the vortex of its intensity.

My hips bucked and my juices flowed. I gasped and groaned, thrusting at my best friend’s face while bearing down on her plunging fingers, which my pussy gripped with spasms which made my legs shake.

“Uuungh!” wordless groans escaped me as darkness and colour swirled behind my eyes. Suffused with pleasure, like a beach washed by waves, I abandoned myself to an overload of sensation.

As Cassie gradually rose to her feet, she kissed my naked breasts as she straightened, nuzzling their fleshy underside, to work her way inwards to my nipples.

“Ohhhh,” she chuckled, “so you’re a pain slut. I’ll have to remember that.”

I brought her face up to mine and kissed her gratefully, embracing the taste of my juices while savouring the familiar warmth of a human mouth. I didn’t want to think too hard about what had kissed me before.

“Thank you Cassie, that was beautiful.” I sighed, tears had gathered at the corners of my eyes from the intensity. She reciprocated with tender lips and I pulled her close.

“What did you mean about pain? You didn’t hurt me.” I was puzzled by her last remark.

“Your nipples Lena. Don’t be embarrassed, I like to pinch and twist mine too, but you’ve made yours bleed. It’s all good though.” Her reassurance was meant kindly, but I knew no mortal fingers had been so brutal with my tender buds.

“I didn’t … Let’s go home. Come back to mine and I’ll try to blow your mind!”

I didn’t want to wonder, or try to explain, we needed to get away before the lusty spirit made its presence felt more strongly. Why Cassie didn’t sense it, only me, I can’t say, but I suspected it was feeding on our sexual energy, so I intended to cut off its supply.

“Don’t you want to fuck me on this gravestone Lena? This was your graveyard fantasy after all?”

Cassie moved as if she might boost herself onto the hard surface, the slab engraved with the name of its crumbled occupant and the dates which bracketed his life and death.

“No Cassie, let’s leave … Edward Thackeray in peace.” I peered at the inscription and sensed a sigh nearby when I spoke his name aloud. “We’ve all had fun tonight, that’s enough Halloween mischief for me.”

Interlacing fingers, we made our stumbling way back to the gap in the church fence and the relative safety of the dimly lit street.

To be continued …

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