Possession Pt 02 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is part 2 to my story titled Possession. For the beginning and to get the full context I strongly suggest reading that story first.

I also might have some ideas for a part 3, so if that might be something you are interested in let me know! Thank you for reading and Happy New Year!!

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BEEP BEEP BEEP. "Oh no" Jess grumbled. Time to get up for work, and she was dead tired. Her mind felt fuzzy, and she was a little bit sore. Sore? Then it came rushing back to her. Last night. John! She glanced quickly over to the other side of the bed, but it was empty. He was gone.

Had he ever really been there? Or was it all a bizarre (albeit wonderful) dream? "It had to be a dream," she concluded. Any rational, logical person would assume so. Discovering she was naked as she pulled back the covers, she quickly dismissed it and headed for the shower.

Jess spent all day at work thinking of her dream and John of course. It had been so real, so vivid. She could feel him, even now she could sense his touch. Jess shivered and rubbed her arms vigorously to brush the feeling away. It wasn't possible for him to have been there. It was her overactive imagination and the fact she was sex starved. She freely admitted it.

She hadn't been with anyone since her split with Tyler, it had been way too damn long. It was also not uncommon for Jess to orgasm in her sleep, so it all made sense.

Upon returning home, Jess made herself some dinner and poured herself a glass of wine. She needed it to drown out her thoughts of John. Except there was the diary, which she found she kept going back to, reading his words over and over again, committing some of them to memory. "What's wrong with me? Why am I so drawn to this guy?"

Jess decided a hot bath would help to relax her. It didn't. Her thoughts of John didn't cease, and her arousal grew being naked in the steamy bath water. Jess traced all the parts of her body that he had touched in her dream, from her breasts down to her thighs.

She moaned and tilted her head back when she rubbed her fingers against her clit and inserted two fingers into her vagina, remembering the way John had done so. Jess quickly began to move her fingers in and out, whimpering quietly each time she plunged them back in. She came hard and fast, her body filled with pleasure and her mind filled with John.

Exhausted, and after drying off and putting on a T-shirt, Jess crawled languidly into bed. Pulling her soft covers up to her chin she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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A hand caressing her cheek woke her. Jess's eyes fluttered open and there he was again. "John." She whispered. "You came back." He smiled at her and bent to kiss her. "Wait." Jess put her hand up to stop him and sat up. "You have to explain this all to me. Why are you here? Are you a dream?"

John laughed softly. "No, I'm not a dream. And I'm here for you of course. Isn't that obvious?" Jess stared at him inquisitively. "Why me?" John smiled and caressed her cheek again. "You read my diary. I felt like you heard me. Like you understand."

"I don't understand anything" Jess retorted. "I don't understand how a man who's been dead for years can possibly be here at all, much less make love to me. No normal, logical person could ever understand that." Jess sighed. "If you want me to really understand, can you at least tell me what happened to you, and why you killed someone?"

The smile evaporated from John's face. He looked away from her. "I had to. The man I killed was a monster. He did terrible things during the war. Killed innocent people, women and children. But he was an important man, a powerful man. A general who was well-liked and considered a hero."

Realization dawned on Jess. She knew who he was talking about. General William Kelley. He was overwhelmingly considered a hero, even now. He was killed by an assassin's hand. "No one would understand why I did it, I would just be a common criminal. Killing him cost me everything. My family, my friends, my Lucy. She was my fiancée."

John smiled again. "We were to be married, but her father hated me, because I was an actor. And after the murder, it could never be. I went on the run. My friend Thomas who had been involved as well ended up getting caught and took all the blame. He was hanged. I was still a suspect, so I went into hiding and assumed a new name. They never did find me." Jess vaguely remembered the name Thomas. Thomas Pearson, she thought it was.

John glanced at Jess and then away again with tears in his eyes. "I lived with so much guilt, over Tom and Lucy and my family, even now long after death. Although I can never be sorry for ridding the world of such an evil man."

Jess was stunned. If this was all true, which she couldn't see why he would have any reason to lie, what other history was she fooled to believe was true? The winners truly do write the history.

And my God, Jess thought. What this man had been through. She felt that protectiveness of him creep up again. She reached out and grasped his face with both her hands. Turning his face towards hers she kissed him.

"I'm so sorry for what happened to you. I'm sorry you have carried such a burden for so long. I wish you could be happy." John smiled. "I'm happy now that you're here," he whispered.

Their lips met again, and John pulled Jess to her feet. He removed her shirt and her panties with it, tossing them to the side. He let Jess slowly undress him, the two kissing passionately all the while. Jess whimpered when he let his thumb glide across one of her nipples. "You made the same naughty sounds for me last night. I want to hear much more of that." John whispered to her huskily.

John plunged a finger inside her wet tunnel, and Jess gasped. "Ah please, wait," she cried. "Let me do something for you tonight first." She flashed him a wicked smile and sat down on the edge of the bed, silently instructing him to remain standing. She took hold of his hard cock, reveling in its girth and length. Bending down, she licked the underside of the bulbous head, that little spot that was the most sensitive.

"Oh Jess," John moaned. She made love to him with her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth on his cock, swirling her tongue over the sensitive glans and then back down over the shaft, picking up speed as he responded. Twisting his hands in her hair, John felt himself getting close. "Jess, I need you," he gasped. Understanding, she released him with a loud POP, some of her saliva still connecting her to him.

With a growl he lifted her up and wrapped her legs around him, spun around and sat down where she had been on the bed. With her legs still around him, he lined his cock up with her opening, and roughly pushed inside. Jess let out a cry which he quickly smothered with a kiss.

"Ride my cock sweet girl," he ordered her. Jess obeyed him, and slowly began to move herself up and down on his cock. He felt so good inside her she could hardly stand it.

Anytime she faltered or slowed down too much, he would thrust up inside her hard, forcing her to keep moving. His hand found her clit, and he rapidly worked his fingers against it, causing Jess to explode with pleasure.

"Ahhh God, I'm cumming!" Jess cried out, grinding herself vigorously against his fingers and his cock. He worked her through her orgasm, still pumping in and out of her as her body slumped against his.

He wasn't done with her though. Standing up while still holding her, John laid Jess across the bed, face down, with her legs over the edge. He glided his tongue over her bare back, his hands reaching around to fondle her breasts.

He moved down to her vagina again, lifting her up by her hips a bit to gain access. He thrust his tongue inside, and then licked the delicate nub. The lingering sensitivity from her orgasm made it too much for Jess. "Ahh ohhh John, I don't know if I can take much more!"

John ignored her and standing up thrust violently back into her. Jess screamed. "Ahh please! John fuck me please!" Jess lifted herself up with all the remaining strength she had left, and pushed herself back onto him, matching his rhythm.

John helped by gripping her hips tightly, and pulled her back against him, over and over again, ramming himself inside her as hard as he could. He was getting close, but he wanted her to cum first. Reaching down, his fingers found her clit again.

He instantly got the reaction he wanted. Jess's second orgasm was harder, more intense than the first. "Oohhh my God....ohhh fuuuckk....John...AAAHHH!" It was like the rush you get when falling fast, like on a roller coaster, only a million times better.

Her vagina spasming around his cock, John thrust one last time deeply into her, holding himself there and spilling his cum inside her. He pulled himself out and collapsed beside her, looking over at her with his wide dark eyes.

Both breathing heavily, they grinned at each other goofily, like teenagers. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked her. "No" Jess said softly, and she leaned over to kiss him. "It was absolutely wonderful." She snuggled up next to him, and he wrapped his arms around her. Jess could hear rain falling outside.

"Stay with me again?" She asked. "Mmhmm" John mumbled dreamily. "If you let me keep you." Jess smiled. "Of course," she answered. He pulled her closer to him, and soon Jess drifted quietly off to sleep.

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It was still raining the next morning when Jess started to wake up, she was so groggy she had a lot of trouble opening her eyes. Rubbing the sleep from them she turned over in bed and found large black eyes staring back at her. She yelped and jumped up.

"John!" She gasped. "You're still here!" John laughed heartily. "Sorry I scared you, I just like watching you sleep. You're so beautiful." He leaned in and gave her a sweet kiss. "Did you sleep?" Jess asked him. He gave her a sly smile. "I don't really need to."

"Right." Jess sheepishly conceded. "So, no coffee then either?"

John chuckled. "No, thank you." Jess got up and pulled on her robe. She noticed John was dressed again. "Well, I need to get ready for work, what will you do? Not disappear again on me I hope?" Jess looked at him anxiously. "You're not going to work today." He moved over to her and wrapped his arms around her. "You're going to spend this rainy day with me, inside my house." Jess knew it, he had lived here.

"So, this WAS your house huh? Your family lived here?"

"Mmhmm. My father had it built for us. My mother lived here until she died, along with one of my sisters. After they died, the house was sold." John smiled. "I sure do miss running around this place as a kid, getting into mischief. We would drive my father crazy." He laughed softly.

Jess smiled at his reminiscing. "I love the house. Especially the parlor with the fireplace and bookshelves. It's my favorite place in here." John smiled and kissed the top of her hand. "Well then let's go down there. It's the best place to be on a rainy day."

Jess called into work sick, and her and John spent the day mostly in the parlor. They talked about everything. Jess told him about her life and how she moved into the house because of her breakup with Tyler. She revealed her love of reading and history. He told her about what life was like in the 19th century, the war, and what things were like before the murder happened and after.

John died not long after going on the run, he had become very sick and passed away. A friend he had met while he was hiding in the Dakota Territory-a man by the name of James Dewey- was the only one he confessed to while he was dying.

John recited Shakespeare to her, telling her that as an actor he used to perform his plays all the time. He also recited one of his favorite poems to her, and Jess thought it was one of the most beautiful poems she had ever heard.

He told her that he wished he could take her horseback riding, as he loved horses, almost more than he liked people. He preferred sunrises to sunsets, because to him sunsets were too melancholy.

They discovered they both loved nature, and Jess told him she wished they could go to the mountains together, since that was her favorite place to be.

In the evening, they made love again in front of the fire. Jess straddled John's face, and he licked and kissed and sucked gently, but firmly on her soft folds and swollen clit. She responded by rocking back and forth, grinding herself into his mouth.

"Ohhh, mmm ahhh ahhh AHH!" Was all Jess could cry out as her body convulsed with a powerful orgasm. John hungrily lapped at her juices as she came, feeling her body shiver. When she stilled, he pushed her back down the length of his body, directing her back onto his cock. She began to bounce on it excitedly, moaning and crying out as she rode him.

"Ahh ohh John...you feel so good..please, I never want this to stop...ahhh my God!!" Needing to kiss her badly, John sat up and wrapped his arms around her, crushing his mouth against hers. They continued to kiss as they climaxed together, their bodies trembling.

Afterwards, they lay together silently next to the fire. Jess marveled at how beautiful he was, the firelight bathing him in a soft, golden glow. His eyes were luminous from the light. Her heart flip-flopped, and a warm feeling enveloped her.

Jess knew what it meant. She was falling in love with him. John noticed her staring at him. He smiled. "What?" He asked. "Where did you go when you disappeared? Like where did you go the other night?"

John frowned thoughtfully. "I don't know actually. It's strange. When I'm here, I'm here in the house, and then at random I fade away to an empty place, like some type of limbo I reckon? I have very little control. It has always been this way. I do have control over who sees me and who I can interact with though."

John pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her forehead. "And I choose you." Jess smiled at his words, but she was worried. "If you disappear again, how will I know when you will be back? If you will be back? I don't want you to go, I want you to stay. Please stay," she begged him, and kissed him frantically. John laughed softly, kissing her back.

"Don't worry, if I disappear, I will be back, I always do come back." He looked deep into her eyes. "Do you trust me?" Jess nodded. "Good," he said, pulling himself to his feet. "Let me put you to bed, I'll try my hardest to stay, I promise." He lifted her up and carried her upstairs to her bedroom.

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He was gone the next morning. He didn't show up the following evening either, or the next day. Jess was miserable without him. She tried her very best not to show it at work, but her new friend and co-worker Becky knew something wasn't quite right. "Hey what's up? You seem a little glum?" Jess smiled slightly. "It's nothing, I think I'm still just a bit under the weather that's all."

Becky grinned widely and nudged Jess. "I think I know what you need, a night with some good company, good food and good wine! How about I come over tomorrow night with Drew and he can bring his friend Eric. Eric is really cute, and I've been telling him about you!" Ah, well-meaning, but ever intrusive Becky. "Oh no Becky I'd rather not. Especially if I'm still sick, I don't want to get you or Drew sick, or Eric."

"Oh, don't worry about us it'll be fun! Listen, you don't worry about a thing, Drew and I will bring the food, and Eric will bring the wine, okay?" Jess sighed and conceded defeat. "Okay," she nodded. "Tomorrow night at 7." "Yay!" Becky cheered. "Eric will be very excited!" Becky winked, and Jess smiled and rolled her eyes.

The next evening began well enough, the food Becky and Drew made was delicious, and Eric brought some very nice dry wine that Jess loved. Becky must've told him what I liked, Jess thought.

The conversation was pleasant, and Eric was rather attractive, but he was insanely boring. Jess didn't think she had ever been so bored by a man, except maybe Tyler at the end of their relationship. Plus, she missed John terribly.

After dinner, Jess offered to put a pot of coffee on. "Oh, you let me do that!" Becky objected. "No no you've done plenty thank you, I'll do it." As Jess headed to the kitchen, Eric stood up and followed her. "I'll give you a hand," he said.

"So, Becky says you haven't lived here long huh?" Eric said as he brought out the coffee mugs at Jess's instruction. "Yeah, I've only been here a bit over a month." Eric nodded as he looked around. "Nice place. Old, but nice." Jess smiled as she closed the lid to the coffee maker and clicked it on.

Eric walked over to her, moving in close next to her, too close for Jess's comfort. "You look really nice too, and I'd like to take you out on a date...you know, alone. No Becky and Drew around. It'll be fun, and maybe we'll even have some extra fun after."

He tried to pull her towards him to kiss her, and before Jess could protest and push him away, a loud CRASH sounded behind them. They both spun around, and Jess saw that all 4 mugs were on the floor.

Eric chuckled nervously. "You must have a ghost in here," he joked. Jess shot him an irritated look, wanting this lech to leave. Becky and Drew rushed into the kitchen. "What happened? You guys ok?" Becky shouted.

Exasperated, Jess motioned to the floor. "My mugs just fell and broke. No big deal, but I do feel very tired guys. I think we need to call it a night."

"Are you sure? Here, please at least let me help you clean it up. Drew grab me the broom over there." Becky ordered. "Really Becky it's ok. I can manage it." The lights began to flicker on and off, and Eric laughed nervously again.

"Ya know guys I'm feeling tired too. I'm gonna head out. It was nice to meet you Jess." He winked at her. "Maybe we can get together again soon."

The lights went completely out. The four of them were thrust into pitch black. "Oh shit, hang on, I have a flashlight somewhere over here!" Jess shouted, trying to fumble her way through the dark to find the drawer where she kept her flashlight.

"Ow what the fuck was that? Someone just kicked me! Drew was that you man? Stop fucking around!" Eric hollered from the darkness. "It wasn't me man," Drew retorted. "Why would I kick you?"

"Found it!" Jess grabbed her flashlight and clicked it on. She shined it towards the other three, and then she saw him. John. He was leaning against the wall directly behind Eric, arms folded, grinning at her. Her heart did that familiar flip-flop at the sight of him. "Hey, let me walk you all to the door, follow me," said Jess.

As they reached the front door, Becky stopped and turned to Jess. "Are you going to be ok here in the dark, all alone? Are you sure you don't want me to stay? I mean it's weird, it looks like all the other homes still have their lights on. Drew can ride home with Eric so it's no big deal."

Jess shook her head. "Becky it's fine. It's probably just the wiring or something. I have candles and a fireplace. I'll be fine." Becky shrugged. "Okay if you say so. I just hope it's not an axe murderer. Call me tomorrow, I have the day off, so I won't see you at work."

Jess nodded and agreed that she would, watching the three of them leave. John. She spun around and slammed the door behind her.

Using the flashlight she navigated her way back to the kitchen, but he was gone. "John," she whispered. No answer. Afraid he had disappeared again, but needing more light, she went back to the drawer where her flashlight had been to look for matches to light some candles.

As she rummaged through the drawer, two hands came up from behind and covered her eyes. Startled, she dropped the flashlight. "Looking for me?" John whispered against her ear.

Jess smiled and turned around into his arms. She pulled his mouth to hers for a deep kiss. "Thank God you're not Eric," she breathed when she broke the kiss. John frowned. "He is a scoundrel. The way he behaved toward you; I didn't like it. You're mine." Jess smiled and she kissed him again.