Haziran 19, 2024

The Haunted Library, Part II

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The next week passed with a full workload for both of us; Jacqueline had to prepare for tests while I had gotten into the swing of my work and was making sustained progress. The following Friday she came again about 12:45 to the room, and at about 1:15 the light finally shone again. We moved into position and Jacqueline gasped in surprise. I sat down beside her and stared in surprise myself. “She read my mind. She is trying to tell me…”Our ghost had a new partner, an elegant blonde woman whose small firm breasts she had uncovered and was squeezing as she kissed her neck. Her partner was unbuttoning her blouse, and when it fell forward she cupped both breasts and kissed her passionately on the lips. I looked over to see Jacqueline staring fixedly, and she stood up and undressed swiftly. She leaned over the table and breathed heavily as I caressed her back and breasts as I entered her. She came almost immediately and continued staring as our ghost pushed her partner’s thighs apart and lifted her skirts. She pulled a pair of panties down and ran her fingers delicately between the pale white thighs, then leaned forward and tentatively licked the light brown hairs next to her. Over the next ten minutes she worked her way steadily to a full lip lock as she brought her right hand up to begin the caresses inside her partner that would send her repeatedly over the edge.Finally, her partner pushed her away, and she pulled the chair up to face us as she had done each time before, and we saw her caressing herself as she looked invitingly up at her new lover, who had stripped quickly and knelt before her.Jacqueline whispered, “She’s staring at me to tell me she’s mine if I find her.”With a little fit of jealousy I thrust hard into her, and when our ghost climaxed, so did Jacqueline, and just before I overflowed into her, I whispered, “She can’t have you, she can’t have you, she can share you is all.”Our ghosts stood up and kissed, and they ran their fingers into each other as they fucked against each other’s hands; their climaxes were swift and sharp and then they helped each other dress. The blonde walked away as our ghost stared at us appreciatively, then she turned as the light went out.Jacqueline said, “Was that the truth, that a woman could share us?”“Only if it’s what you want, love, but we have to do it together.”“And you’re not just wanting me to be your little slut three-D porno chick?”“Lord, who have you been talking to?”“They don’t matter. And if I want a man to join us, will you suck him off like I always fantasized about? And swallow?”“Yes, but he’d have to be very low maintenance. I’m almost straight too.”She laughed happily and said, “I was worried after last week, after you found out, and after today.”“You really liked it today, didn’t you?”She grinned. “It was like she was telling me she wanted to be with both of us.”“She probably just had a lot of college fun a century ago and left us her happy memories.” Two days later I woke up earlier than usual and reluctantly pulled myself out of my warm bed where Jacqueline had joined me so we could give Carol privacy with her latest beau; I got ready to go in to work on a Saturday to try to keep ahead of schedule. Most of the materials had been provisionally sorted and I was eager to finish that and start on the real work, and besides, there were some documents I wanted to look over more carefully that were probably not worth publishing but had interesting sidelights on events in the 1930s.At lunch I decided to go to the student cafeteria for something cheap and hot, and I took a book with me in which there was a chapter I needed to reread. I was seated there nursing a cup of coffee after a quick call to Jacqueline, “Just let the door close behind you like you always do. Love you too, bye,” when I looked up to see a woman seated two tables over looking around. I looked more closely at her dark skin, her figure, and her hair, and the world suddenly seemed very interesting. I examined her as she pulled out a cell phone and answered a call. Her manner as she spoke was very familiar, and as I listened I began to smile and became very nervous.When she hung up, “Oui, Maman, ou ka mantje mwen, à bientôt,” she saw me looking at her and smiled at me. I smiled and locked eyes with her for a second, then glanced away, and when I looked back she was looking at me appraisingly and not the least shyly.I nodded and she smiled invitingly, so I walked over and said, “Vous êtes martiniquaise.”She paused, blinked, and said, “Oui.” She looked searchingly into my eyes and suddenly came to a decision and smiled, “Please, sit down.”We continued in French, her West Indian accent much weaker than my American one. I introduced myself and she replied, “My name is Olivie, Olivie Saint-Denis…Yes, I work here…In drama…I teach and take part in a couple of the programs here…My friend, the way of the job market now, unless I had decades of experience in Paris I’d be unable to find a position at any university better than this what you call ‘back-water hayseed waste of time and money.’ Clearly you didn’t graduate with top honors from Stanford if you’re stuck here too.” We laughed and she continued chatting, “…I like it here. I’m not cut out for Broadway, and here I get leading roles easily…And what do you do?…So you’ve been to Martinique? You know our creole?…A few words is still a few words more than anyone else seems to…How did you get interested in our islands?…So at least you’ll have a warm place to move to when you try to find a job with a degree about our past…And they pay you to do that?”The conversation continued, light and friendly, for half an hour, as she seemed to warm to me quickly. Her blouse was burgundy, set off beautifully against her skin, and her hair brushed her shoulders in tight curls; even chatting over coffee she was suave and elegant, and I actually had no difficulty focusing on her dancing eyes rather than her swaying breasts and beguiling plunging cleavage, lacy edges of a black bra in view. When I stood up to bid my adieux, I caught her glance rising from my prominent erection and a smile on avcılar escort bayan the corners of her lips, but she just said, “Please meet me for coffee this afternoon, you and your nana.”I realized she had heard my conversation and noticed the lack of a ring, so I smiled and said, “She would, I am sure, be happy to meet you.”“If she is like you, the pleasure will be mutual. Four o’clock, Finlay Street Café, you know it?…Here, this is my number, just in case. Work well.”I waved when I left the cafeteria and she waved back, and when I got back to work I called Jacqueline and told her we had a date and she a surprise. I arrived at 3:49, Olivie at 3:53. We chose a table and chatted in French, and at four on the dot Jacqueline came in. She looked around until she saw me, and she came over smiling, then her eyes widened and her mouth opened. She came to the table in a daze and I introduced her. Olivie said, “Please sit down. Are you all right? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”I managed not to laugh or cough but just reached over to cup her cheek. “Yes, love, you look a little flushed.”“I’m sorry, that was rude of me. A pleasure,” as she shook Olivie’s hand. “Et qu’est-ce que c’est que tu fais ici?”“Eh bien, ma tutoyante mignonne, je fais ce que je veux. Et vous?”After a second Jacqueline blushed and said, “Oh, pardonnez-moi.”Olivie laughed and said in English, “I’m teasing you. I like American informality, but really, it was too funny. Mais oui, on peut se tutoie.”“Tu fais le vilain, vilaine toi.”“Vilaine? Maligne, tu veux dire.”We laughed, and Jacqueline’s unease soon passed. Conversation flowed freely, and soon too did the wine. We had dinner together and walked around downtown, and Jacqueline said timidly as we parted, “Would you like to meet me for lunch tomorrow?”“I would love to.”After we parted and returned to her apartment, Jacqueline asked, “Where did you find her?”“Fate intervened.”I told her how we had run into each other, and she said, “And if she had not known I was your nana, would you have told her? Or would you have tried to keep her all to yourself?”“I would have made it clear if anything seemed ready to start.”She looked into my eyes and breathed out in relief. “Okay then. Now what shall we do with her?”“We will enjoy her company.”“And if anything happens?”“You will always be first.”She nodded and smiled happily, and soon we made passionate love until we fell asleep in exhaustion. When I saw Jacqueline the next evening, she kissed me quietly. “How was your lunch date?”“It turned into a coffee date and a long talk.”“Just girls’ stuff, or can I know as well?”“She asked all about us, and later we talked a long time about very private things.”“And?”“We need to tell her about the window.”“Yes, we do. I’ve been banging my head against the wall trying to figure out how.”“It’s dishonest if we don’t. Tomorrow. Can we?”“Yes, the sooner the better.”“Yes.”“Why? Any particular reason?”“It might be necessary.”I considered that in puzzlement, and soon I heard Jacqueline talking to Olivie, making arrangements to meet at the library at two. “No, nothing too boring, I hope. How would you like to see the Truscott Collection?…Je t’assure que ce n’est pas ennuyante, pas de tout…Yes, see you then.”“And how shall we tell her?”“Leave that to me.”She was pensive the rest of the evening, but when we retired she devoured me desperately. The following afternoon we waited in the lobby of the library, and when Olivie arrived, she waved happily and kissed us each in French fashion on the cheek. We went up the elevator to the floor with my office, and Olivie looked around a little tensely. As we walked down the side hall past the other empty offices, she looked around closely as if looking at a mental map and said, “There is actually someone on this floor?”“Just me on this side.”She stopped short when we reached the door to my private cubbyhole and walked in quietly when I had turned on the light. She looked closely at the bookcases and seemed relieved to see nothing out of the ordinary, but after the door closed Jacqueline said, “We have to show you something.”She raised her eyebrows and said, “Oh?”Jacqueline went over to the wall and removed the panel. “We’ve seen you in this.”Olivie looked fixedly at the glass and said, “I see.”“You needed to know.”“Yes, I did.”“I hope…”“No, it doesn’t change much.” She paused and smiled. “But, you know, that violation of my privacy must be punished.”“You’re not mad?”“Ma mignonne, I am an actress. We’re all exhibitionists, you know; that’s why we’re on the stage, that’s why we eat up the limelight, and that’s why I love filming my lovers and myself. If I’d known I had such an appreciative audience, I’d have really made an effort! But I’m also a voyeur. You’ve seen me; now show me yourselves or I shall tell the library administration about this illegal installation and wave goodbye as the police take you away.” She was smiling, but a frown remained on her brow.Jacqueline looked winningly at me and said, “Fair is fair, wouldn’t you say?”“Justice must take its appointed course, my love.”Olivie pulled a chair around to sit in front of the couch as we stripped for her, and as we worked through leisurely foreplay and settled into a passionate sixty-nine, she stood and viewed us from several angles. She stripped and sat down in the chair again as I got close, and when I came, Jacqueline pulled back to let me spatter her chest and neck. I looked up and around to see Olivie’s fingers were dancing between her thighs as Jacqueline stared hungrily at them, and I redoubled my efforts and soon heard her scream as her thighs clamped down on my ears.I was hard again by this time and sat up facing Olivie, whose knees were propped up on the arms of the chair as she stared raptly at us. Jacqueline seated herself on me facing Olivie and said, “I loved watching you do this, now I get to show you.” Olivie climaxed and continued rubbing as Jacqueline worked herself on me, and when we climaxed she fucked herself with her fingers and soon came herself.“Justice is served. Now may I join you?”I looked at Jacqueline, who beylikdüzü escort bayan smiled joyously and said, “Please.”Olivie sat between us and focused on Jacquline. “I’m pleased to be your first.”“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.”Olivie then kissed Jacqueline and caressed her body as I familiarized myself with her back and neck. She pulled back and whispered, “You should just watch right now. Relax, and don’t shoot any more bolts, hein?”I chuckled and sat across from them. Olivie took Jacqueline’s hands and placed them on her breasts, and when she leaned in to kiss her, Jacqueline sucked her tongue into her mouth and squeezed her breasts like new toys. Soon they were sitting crouched over to suck each other’s breasts, and when Olivie finally moved her mouth from Jacqueline’s breasts and began kissing down to her navel, Jacqueline followed suit and ran her fingertips lightly along Olivie’s sides to her hips and up to her breasts and back down.After a minute licking Jacqueline’s navel, she continued her travels downwards, and when she reached Jacqueline’s mount she asked quietly, “You’re not scared?”“No, I’ve wanted this for so long.”“That doesn’t mean you’re not scared.” We laughed. She continued, “If you feel lost or afraid, just do what I do or pull back for a breath, but I do want you to taste me to the full.”I stood up and walked over to stand over them to see everything; Olivie smiled and winked and kissed Jacqueline’s inner thighs. They then settled into a side-by-side sixty-nine, and as Olivie worked Jacqueline’s lips open with her fingers and tongue, Jacqueline licked tentatively at Olivie’s lips. She reached up to run her fingers along them, and Olivie whispered, “Yes, enjoy me, take your time.”Jacqueline spread Olivie’s lips and played with her clit and hairs, and as she opened her pink center, she licked at it with determination. Soon she was kissing her lips as her tongue worked vigorously, and when Olivie started running her fingers inside her, Jacqueline followed suit.For the next fifteen minutes they built to a series of orgasms that left them both shaken. Jacqueline’s head was held tightly between Olivie’s thighs, and when Olivie finally came to earth and released her, she smiled and then groaned as Olivie returned to sucking her for one last climax to round off the opening ceremonies.Olivie then asked, “May I now consummate with your beloved? He seems most eager.”“Of course.”“Come here, friend,” she said, taking care with her choices of words, and as Jacqueline smiled at her words, I sank to the couch between them and felt myself enveloped by the hot yielding flesh of two women’s bodies.Olivie was alive under my fingertips, her brown skin stark against our pink hands, and as we kissed deeply I felt Jacqueline’s lips moving from her neck to mine and back. I finally held Olivie’s full breasts in my hands, and as I remembered her first lover’s ejaculation up to her chin, I had to restrain myself from wasting my next load that way when there was so much else waiting eagerly for me.As I kissed one breast, Jacqueline moved in to suck on the other. Olivie’s hips started twitching, and I ran my hands all over her torso, slowly lowering to her hips, and when I reached her thighs, I felt them spread apart for me. I reached in and down and felt her sodden hairs matted under my fingers, and then her engorged lips and erect clitoris.She whispered, “Have you ever tasted the sweet fruit of the women of our islands?”“No, never.”She laughed quietly, “I’ll be your first too.”She settled us on our sides and played with me as I began sucking her with as much expertise as I could muster. She took me in her mouth and then into her throat with ease, and Jacqueline stood over us watching. Soon her thighs squeezed my head tightly and she pulled away from my cock to groan and then scream, and when she finally let me go she said, “Now, Jacqueline, you’re the director. How would you like the scene acted?”“Like he and I did it. I want to see everything.”“Beautiful girl, you have greedy eyes.”“And you have a greedy mouth.”“Both of my mouths are insatiable right now.”She straddled me as I rose to meet her, and Jacqueline knelt before us. Soon I felt her lips and tongue on my shaft and looked down to see that she was sucking Olivie as I worked inside her. Olivie moaned, “You learn quickly. Yes, there,” and as Olivie and I kissed and I squeezed her breasts, she lowered her hands to hold Jacqueline’s head in place. We were both too excited to last long, and when Jacqueline’s tongue drove her over the edge, her contractions triggered my own orgasm.She fell off me onto the couch, and I leaned over to lie behind her, holding her soft body as Jacqueline caressed both of us. Finally, Olivie said, “And now we must go to my house. We will have much more room and far greater comfort. We need to talk.” Her house was small, comfortable, and elegant. We sat in her living room after she poured us coffee and said, “So, you two stalkers need to tell me what you are up to.”“Stalkers?”“You saw me on stage and decided to seduce me into your bed. I’m flattered.”“Actually, we thought you were a ghost. We still have no idea how you get broadcast onto the screen.”Olivie looked at Jacqueline as if looking for a joke, and finally she said, “Explain.”I said, “I discovered the glass by accident a month or so ago. I have the lights off in the afternoon, so when the screen came on, I walked over and saw you. You and your lover were dressed in costumes a century old, so when I told Jacqueline at tutoring that night…”Jacqueline laughed, “…so I thought he was seducing me with a great ghost story, so I took the first move and sucked him dry and took him as my lover the next night.”“Me? A ghost? You know how alive I am!”“So we figured out you were broadcast every Thursday at one, so we showed up to watch you. And the way you always stared into our eyes, like a ghost haunting us, taking possession of us, it was scary and sexy.”“Staring into your eyes?” She laughed a surprisingly long time and said, “Go on. How did you find out about me?”“We didn’t. We were esenyurt escort going through the old records and figured you were a professor at another school in 1913 who had a white lover here, and then a white woman lover, and we were seeing…”It sounded silly when we tried to explain it without the beguilement of make-believe and the long tradition of ghost stories bedeviling our faculties, but Olivie simply smiled and said, “Seeing the living past.”“Yes.”“So how did you find me?”“Sheer accident,” I said. “It was complete accident I saw you in the cafeteria.”“Not an accident. I eat there most days. –So you didn’t hire an investigator, track me down, make up lies about knowing my island…I was almost as scared as I was flattered by your attention, both of you.”“But what are those, films you made of you and your lovers like you said?”She laughed long and loud and said, “Oh, my friends, you’re like idiot children. It’s really so very simple! I wasn’t staring at you. That glass backs onto the mirror in my cubbyhole. I love watching myself in the mirror. Every Thursday we have a historical play we put on for high school students or elementary schoolers down in the new annex. New, they call it, it’s only fifty years old; they sealed off those rooms from the library sometime after it was built and they’ve been the territory of the drama school ever since. I’m in the first act and the last, and the first act ends at 12:50 every time. It’s one of a whole bunch of old rooms they let the theater department use, and because I’m one of the administrators, I have keys to all of them. That’s the one I take my lovers to. I don’t have time to change out of my costume, so we make love the best we can with that damn dress in the way. I hate that dress; it takes forever to get into and out of.”We looked at each other and laughed, and Jacqueline asked, “What about your blond lover?”“My blond ex-lover, you mean. That was Frank. He was too possessive and started to brag, so he’s off my dance card.”“Why did you slap him?”“You did see that, didn’t you? He intentionally got cum all over my face and then my dress so everyone would know what we had been doing. He ruined my makeup and I told him to get used to fucking himself because he wasn’t fucking me anymore.”“And the blonde woman?”“I do have a thing for blondes, don’t I? That was Emily. Frank was hot for her too, so I seduced her to piss him off. She did it because she hated him for the way he dumped his ex, who was her best friend. When we came back that day smelling like each other, he gave notice. Thank god, he was really damaging the chemistry of our group.”“Do you have many lovers?”She laughed, “I’m in theater, friends. I never need fear loneliness at night.”“So…”“But really, I don’t sleep around. I want something long term, and sex in a theatrical troupe gets toxic very easily; Frank was a very bad idea and it’s only her maturity that made Emily a good one. I like men and I like women, which usually makes it hard to choose, because choosing one so often closes me off from the other, so…when I saw you eyeing me with such desire after saying goodbye to your girlfriend, it intrigued me, the possibility you would be open as a pair. I liked you very much from the first, once I decided you weren’t trying to two-time a lover, and Jacqueline clearly wanted me as much as you did. It seemed too good to be true, a couple! Interested in me, no less! And when you showed me the glass, I was sure it was too good to be true and that I’d gotten in deep with a pair of criminal psychopaths, but I was happy to give you the benefit of the doubt and explore you two.”“So, what do you want?”“You. Now. Both of you. My bed. It can sleep at least four.” We laughed and she said, “What do I want? I would love to be with both of you, for however long you’re willing.”Jacqueline shouted, “Yes, yes!” and I nodded, so Olivie rose and said, “Come with me, my friends.”We walked to her bedroom, where she simply turned back the covers and stood before us, arms out to the sides, waiting for our response. We enveloped her, one on each side, and she laughed giddily and faced Jacqueline. She stripped Jacqueline as I stripped her, and as she sat Jacqueline on the side of the bed and knelt before her, I stripped and came up behind her, and as her body enveloped me, she redoubled her efforts to make Jacqueline overjoyed.I watched avidly as Jacqueline held her thighs open to us, staring at us as we took turns licking her lips. Jacqueline came quickly. She pushed us away and said, “On the bed.” She put me on my back and mounted me as Olivie crouched over my face, and the two took their time as they played with each other’s bodies. After Jacqueline came, Olivie pushed her out of the way and took me into her throat. I took it as a sign I could come, so I soon did, and Olivie swallowed every drop.I rolled over onto my side as Olivie changed position and curled up against me. Jacqueline then lay facing her, looking into both our eyes, and said, “I’m on fire for you.” She then examined Olivie closely as she caressed her, using only her hands gently and persistently. She hefted Olivie’s breasts at her leisure, bringing her nipples to full hardness, squeezing and cupping them, staring at the soft flesh of her breasts overflowing her hands, and my never-ending hunger for breasts came back in full force. Jacqueline and I caressed, squeezed, and fondled Olivie’s breasts and she growled quietly in pleasure, reaching out to fondle Jacqueline’s in turn. Jacqueline finally lowered her head to suckle, and Olivie breathed heavily as Jacqueline started sucking as much of her breasts as she could into her mouth.I reached down to caress Olivie’s sides and hips, running my fingers along her trembling skin as she leaned back hard against me. Her body was full and her muscles and skin tight, and as it came alive under our hands, Jacqueline reached down to cup her pussy. “I want to watch you,” she said, “I want to see you come for me.” Soon Olivie’s hips started circling, and suddenly she groaned as Jacqueline’s fingers slipped inside her. “Your pussy is so wet,” she whispered, “like mine was when I fantasized about women as beautiful as you giving themselves to me, their soft skin crying out for my touch, screaming as my fingers entered them. You are so beautiful, I want to suck you every day and make you cry from how much I’m pleasuring you.”

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