The haunting. A ghostly spirt unnerves the dogs and invades Mark's thoughts about his deceased fiancΓ©e presence as a ghost.
Continued from Chapter 17: Mature Man & Maiden Maureen
We said our good-byes complete with hugs, kisses, and promises to stay in touch. Yet, I knew that once she left that I would never see Gwen, again. She was a honey of a girl. Any man would be lucky to win her heart, as long as he could sexually satisfy her and physically please her with punishing pain.
Whichever lucky guy wins her heart and gets her physically, emotionally, and sexually, certainly, will have his hands full, but boy what a ride. I envied him. If only I was younger, I would have never let her go. A woman that beautiful, that sexy, that shapely, and that sexually uninhibited is a rare find. She was truly incredible.
Still, just as it was all a fluke how Maureen had come in and gone out of my life, it was a fluke that I had hot sex with two, 25-year-olds, Maureen, and Colleen. Having come a long way, when I first met Maureen at the dog park, I was happy to walk with her while talking to her. Hoping that I'd see her again, I haunted that dog park in the way that she may be haunting me, now.
Then, even more outrageous than having sex with Maureen was having sex with Colleen. Unbelievably, I still couldn't wrap my head around having had sex with Maureen's, 23-year-old, younger sister, Gwen, too. Unfortunately, my only, real memories of Maureen left me and was replaced with my pain and my sorrow. Now the only images that I have of her haunt me. Yet, I still have Missy, her Golden Retriever.
When I'm alone and lonely, as if haunting my brain, Maureen comes to me in my thoughts and I think of her. Sometimes, a feeling that I get, I think that she's hear watching me. Feeling as if she's in my bedroom with me, I feel her ghostly presence throughout the house. Unfortunately, thinking of her makes me sad and makes me feel even more alone and lonelier. It's a vicious cycle of self-pity, self-indulgence, and depression.
No doubt, just as Colleen said, I'm still grieving over her. Probably, I should join a support group. Perhaps, I should seek therapy to help me through the loss of her. Maybe, I should hire a ghost hunter to conduct a paranormal investigation and a spirit examination of my house to see if they feel her, too. Yet, no doubt, with me stubborn in not believing in ghosts, preferring to suffer through it alone, I used the loss of her as an excuse to return to drinking. Even though I should, too old to change, I won't seek psychological help.
Especially now after meeting Gwen, she filled my mind with the memory of her sister. As if they were identical twins, it was startling how much she looked like Maureen. Meeting Gwen was like seeing Maureen's ghost. The contrast of Maureen's bright, blue eyes was shocking against her red, lush, and long, beautiful hair. With Gwen having the same red hair and the same blue eyes as her sister, for the time that she was with me, it felt as if Maureen was alive again.
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Just when I was beginning to feel better with dealing with the loss not only of Maureen but also, my unborn son, Gwen arrived to bask me in the shadow of her dead sister. I wonder how Maureen would feel about me having sex with her sister. I wondered if she knows that I had sex with her sister. And now that Gwen is gone, I am back to missing Maureen. I'm glad that I still have Colleen here to help me through another day, even if it is only temporary.
One day at a time is good advice and what I needed to do to finally get me through the horror of losing Maureen, the love of my life. Nonetheless, it felt good to finally be home alone with Colleen. I felt more connected to Colleen more than I did with Gwen. Although, I knew that I'd never feel the connection with Colleen that I had with Maureen, I still enjoyed Colleen's company and I liked having her around.
She was fun and she gave life to the house. Unfortunately, nonetheless, it still felt like sex with Colleen and not love. Although there was a huge sexual attraction between us, that is where it began and ended.
I was glad for her visit because I knew that once she left, again, she'd never be back. I'd never see her again. Yet, when she left, she'd be out of my system. I'd have no more second doubts wondering if she and I could have made a go of it. I know now that it was not to be and that she was just a good friend with benefits.
For the next few days, I had trouble concentrating on anything but that surprise telephone call and about the upcoming weekend. Maureen's mother, Carol, was coming for a visit to meet me. I must have made quite the impression with her for first, Maureen's sister, Gwen, to drive all that way from Rochester, New York east to where I lived in Boston, Massachusetts. Now, her mother to want to meet me, too. It was a long drive.
In the way that Gwen and Colleen brought Maureen here, I wondered if Carol would bring her deceased daughter with her, too. Suddenly, the air is heavy with Maureen's Heavenly presence and ghostly spirit. No doubt, if I had more to drink, and if I was drunk, I not only could hear her speak but also, perhaps, I could see her. How wonderful would that be to see her if only as an apparition.
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Matured Man & Maiden Maureen: Chapter 18
With Maureen dead and Gwen and Colleen gone, except for the feeling of Maureen haunting me, I'm alone again and lonely with my bad self.
When I thought about the beauty of Maureen and now Gwen, I thought about Carol and I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like. I wondered if she really looked like the sexy and shameless photos that Gwen showed me of her mother in her bra and panties, topless, and naked. If she did look anything like those photos, then, she was, indeed, a very beautiful, sexy, and shapely woman. If she did look anything like her photos, I didn't know how I could control myself from making a sexual pass at her.
I would have met her at the funeral but Maureen's Dad made it clear that he didn't want me there, and I respected his wishes. It was his daughter after all and, even though I was her fiancΓ©, in his eyes, he considered me as just her older lover taking sexual advantage of his young, beautiful daughter. Still, I would have appreciated a moment to say good-bye to Maureen in private, before they put her in the ground forever.
Nonetheless, I didn't want to intrude upon the sorrow of their loss of their daughter by rubbing my presence in their faces. I would have liked to pay my last respects. I would have loved to have seen Maureen for the last time to say my goodbye. Thankfully, Gwen gave me the location of her cemetery plot and I planned on making a pilgrimage west to Rochester to visit her grave, one day, soon. Seeing her there, resting in peace, will make me happy.
Maybe, I'll take the dogs with me. I wonder if the dogs would know that she's buried there. Maybe, I'll take a chair with me and sit and talk to her for a while. I know that she's not there in spirit, but she's there in body, albeit decomposed body.
I believe a visit will help to ease me through the reality of her loss and make me feel better. She liked wine, white wine, maybe I'll bring a bottle of wine with me and two glasses and drink with her for the last time. As if she's still alive, I'd love to talk to her while sipping my wine.
Since Maureen and Gwen looked so much alike, again, I wondered if Carol looked like an older version of her daughters. I hoped not. I seriously didn't want to find myself in bed with Carol, too, enough is enough. Yet, I was as lonely as I was horny.
Next, I'll be sleeping with their grandmother, their aunt, and any cousins who show up on my door. After having sex with three, young women, the thought of having sex with Carol, who was my age, was not an appealing thought. For her to have sex with me, a married women, she'd have to have issues for her to cheat on her husband in an extramarital affair, especially with me, her daughter's lover.
Yet, if Carol is a good looking as Colleen said she was, and with me as horny as I'm lonely, I don't think that I could resist having sex with her as long as she was willing to have consensual sex with me. I wondered what having sex with her would be like when going from daughter to mother. With her from a different generation, I wondered if she sucked cock. Many women her age never had a dick in their mouths.
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"Carol called me," I finally said to Colleen.
I stared at her while watching her reaction to me telling her that she wanted to come for a visit, too.
"Carol? Maureen and Gwen's mom," asked Colleen?
She looked at me surprised.
"Yes," I said.
Then, she nodded her head.
"Truthfully, I figured she would," she said eyeing me with a knowing look. "Was that her on the phone the other day?"
Feeling guilty that I had kept that phone call from her, I nodded my head.