"You've probably heard the Appian Hollow Pumpkin Patch is haunted". Roy Arbengast spoke earnestly to his next door neighbor, Betty Stone.
"W-why?" Betty was intensely superstitious and could feel her heart pounding like a jackhammer in her chest.
"We-l-l-" Roy had a distinct drawl. "Sometimes people go there and...." He paused tellingly. "They never come back."
"N-n-never?" Betty was quite gullible and was falling quite nicely for Roy's glib sale pitch.
"Never!" Roy nodded with an evil smile. "Look at the Thwates woman case...that old bat hiked up there to talk to the dead and was never seen again."
"Oh yes, the Thwates woman."
Betty nodded knowingly. Agatha Thwates was an aging socialite who claimed she could speak to the dead. People would see her wandering deserted streets babbling to herself about the "enchanted light." No one knew for sure where she came from and what family she had except for one thing; her eccentric behavior had increased after she lost both her parents.
Betty let out an audible sigh. In one respect she could sympathize with poor old Agatha Thwates. She had lost her own mother earlier in the year very suddenly. One minute she was laughing and singing at an Independence Day party, and a few hours later was attached to a ventilator, the victim of severe internal bleeding. Now that she thought of it, the entire year had been a disaster for the 47 year old divorcee, from being laid off at work to splitting up with her boyfriend after three years of courtship. She had been particularly close to her mother, taking care of her through various bouts of arthritis, shingles, and pneumonia. Now she was unequivocably, utterly alone, and took various medications to function from one day to the next.
"Well, I have to go Roy," Betty got up from the stiff wicker chair she was rocking on. "Think I'll take a hike before it gets dark."
"Be good, Bet!" Roy waved her off and turned to retire to his tidy post and beam home. Betty was anxious to get away from civilization. If the Appian Hollow Pumpkin Patch was indeed haunted, she simply had to find out.
There was still some light in the sky on a brisk October day as Betty hurried to the entrance to the tiny hamlet of Appian Hollow, a suburb of sleepy Knollwood where she had grown up. As the attractive redhead briskly traversed the ornate cobblestone paths leading from her neighborhood, she contemplated what she was going to find at the pumpkin patch. Some sign from her mother? A message from beyond? Bad patches of poison ivy?
Betty giggled like a pubescent schoolgirl as she reached the ornate gate that led to Appian Hollow proper. Then, a turn on an unlikely side street and she was there, the forboding Pumpkin Patch. Although the land technically belonged to a mysterious Farmer Dale, he apparently was too old to worry about the occasional trespasser. Betty didn't really expect to meet anyone as she stepped over decaying vines and rotting fruits, but had brought along some pepper spray just in case.
The sun was low in the evening sky which had turned a delectable combination of sherbert orange, strawberry pink, and cranberry red. Betty really had no idea of where she was going, but could see an outbuilding of some sort in the distance. She figured she would just walk to that point and perhaps meditate for a while. It was getting dark rather quickly now and her flashlight and pepper spray jiggled in her pocket. Betty made a mental note that it was October 29th. Halloween was just two nights away and she couldn't bear the thought of spending it alone. Helen Frisbee, her best friend had invited her to a costume party, but she had politely declined. How could she go to a masquerade when her mother was just buried? She felt her whole world closing up, like the wrong end of a telescope.
As she neared an imposing wooden structure, she could make out a large faded yellow hex sign on what appeared to be an abandoned barn. A skinny scarecrow was sitting on a large pumpkin near the door. At least, Betty thought it was a scarecrow at first. As she got closer, her heart began to pound wildly. The figure on the pumpkin was a human form, a handsome young man of about 20. Betty tried to act nonchalantly and whistled a nondescript tune as she ambled up to the attractive sight before her.
"I thought you'd be coming sooner or later. Who are you looking for?" Betty tried not to act shocked as she stared at the most perfect male physique she had ever seen.
"H-h-h-ow? "Uh-h-h-h-" Betty was totally tongue tied. The stranger's words had pierced her to her very soul.
"I'm looking for my mom....she passed away last year just before Halloween."
Betty tried not to appear too shocked. "I'm, I'm ..I'm looking for my mother, too."
"We were very close, and I took care of her every day until the end."
"So did I." Betty finally managed a toothy grin.
"Why don't we go inside where it's warmer?" the young man gestured to a heavy wooden door, which was slightly ajar.
Betty nodded quickly, completely in a tizzy. The situation was absolutely absurd. Here was a man, less than half her age, coming on to her. Yet, she simply had to follow him, she had to see...
The barn had just one overhead bulb which her new friend quickly snapped on. "My name's Jason, by the way, what's yours?"
"Betty, but my friends call me Bet."
Jason hugged her with all his might and Betty felt herself swooning. It was all so ridiculous, a perfect stranger who could rip her clothes off any minute. Yet, it all seemed so, so...inevitable, so right.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Bet." Jason smiled at his willing victim as she gently eddied in his arms. Indeed, with her blue eyes and reddish auburn hair illuminated by the half light she was quite lovely.
"We-we----can't, I don't know you." Betty uttered in a tiny whisper.
"We have a bond, a common goal, we were destined to meet."
"I--well--er" Betty was at a complete loss for words.
Jason kissed her with exquisite softness, as his tongue gently made contact with her own. Betty hadn't been with a man for over 10 months, and it had seemed like forever. She didn't fight Jason as he tenderly removed her blouse and deftly unhooked her powder blue bra. His tongue went down her neck to her ample breasts exquisitely slowly, tickling her hardened nipples as she gasped for air. Every nerve in her sex starved body was heightened as Jason continued down her heaving chest, unbuttoning her pants and quickly lowering her plain white frilly panties. Betty was so wet her panties were already soaked, and Jason ran his tongue against them as they slowly descended to her knees.
"A-h-h-h-h-h-" Betty had to hold back as Jason's skillful tongue slowly parted her pussy lips like a velvet buzz saw. No man had ever done this for her, and she was about to lose her mind. She started to howl with lust as Jason explored every millimeter of her clit, pushing the hood aside with the instincts of a virtuoso piano player. Instinctively, she put her hands around his head, forcing his tongue even deeper into her gushing snatch.
"Eeeeeeiiaaaiieeeie!" I can't hold back, I can't..." Betty let out a blood curdling scream as she had the first real orgasm of her life. Jason lapped up every last drop of her juices for what seemed like an eternity but was closer to a minute, before collapsing with her gently onto blankets covering the cement floor. Both lovers were breathing so heavily neither spoke for some time. Finally, Betty managed a distorted squeak.
"T-that was incredible!" I-I- never let go so much."
"I love you Bet." Jason gazed at her affectionately and Betty melted like hot butter, falling asleep gently in Jason's strong manly hands...
