Kathy Reynolds puttered around her home and looked over all the work that had been accomplished in the past several months. It had indeed been a hell of a lot of work, her detractors (and there had been many) telling her the house wasn't worth it, but she knew they'd all been wrong. She loved the house, her friends loved the house and the little unexpected "bonus" that had come with it made her smile daily.
Kathy hadn't shared their sentiments. She loved the house and every time she drove by it, it called out to her. She could see the beauty that it had once been and wished she could restore it to its former glory.
The last time she drove by, there seemed to be a palpable energy, a vibe that made her stop. She walked the grounds of the stately Edwardian manor, pushing through all the growth that had sprung up over the intervening years. Up close, you could see it was going to need a lot of work, clearing the grounds alone would be a mammoth undertaking. Why someone hadn't done that, why the house had fallen into such disrepair, puzzled Kathy. Kathy loved the beauty of older things, Art Deco, Art Nouveau, people put thought into furnishings and houses back in the day.
Kathy got back in her car and went downtown to see who it was that owned the property. To her surprise, the county informed her it was long abandoned and if she knew of anyone that could afford the back-taxes, it could be had for a song. Kathy got out her checkbook and for an unheard-of small sum, bought herself a house. That had been just the beginning.
She had always wanted a house, but her ex-husband Brant had been a Condo type. That should have clued her in right there. Condo living meant no work, the Condo group did it all for you. Brant was lazy in life, lazy in bed and why it had taken her so long to see that was a mystery to her.
She had always been a passionate woman and events as of late had shown her that passion, wild abandoned sex, was not something she could easily live without. Brushing a red curl from her eyes, she thought she'd enjoy a nice hot bath and spend the evening relaxing. None of her lovers were available for some play time, darn it. MacKenzie was out of town with friends. Arthur was at home with his wife and T'Kea was working hard to get rid of a nasty flu. Kathy sighed, but decided that with a few select toys and her own naughty imagination, she would have an orgasm tonight, one way or the other.
Kathy had felt that energy even more since living in the beautiful home, as she had been doing for the last number of weeks. She was constantly horning, yearning, needing to be fucked. Kathy had always enjoyed sensual, romantic lovemaking, now, her lover Arthur had been surprised how raunchy she'd been in bed last week. Kathy had been snarling for him to "fuck her
hard
, fuck her like a
slut
" and Arthur made sure to comply. Arthur was constantly griping to Kathy and T'Kea both that he wished his wife could be wilder, nastier, more uninhibited.
Kathy knew who she owed her newfound passions to. It was Robert's fault, the spirit-lover that haunted the home, imbuing it with his own sexual passions and turning up Kathy's. Sex was on her mind 24-7 now; she was almost whorish in her passions. Kathy didn't mind that -- she didn't mind it a bit. It had all worked in her favor -- Arthur, T'Kea and Mackenzie had all been ensnared in her sexy web.
Kathy sighed. Arthur. There was no future with Arthur, she knew that. She would eventually have to stop fucking him completely or it would ruin both of their careers. In truth, Arthur was happily married and adored his wife Selina; she was just a dullard in the bedroom as far as Arthur was concerned. Kathy thought part of that might even be Arthur's fault, he was many things, but a great communicator wasn't one of them. Adam was screwing both Kathy and his secretary T'Kea and it was months before either one of them knew. Once Kathy knew the lovely black girl was up for anything, she invited her for dinner. The dinner had last until breakfast, T'Kea loved pussy and was a real shark when she got going. She was also lissome and very adept at teaching Kathy a few tricks on pleasuring a woman, things she had not known before. Kathy, in turn, taught those tricks to her friend MacKenzie. True, the sexual energy Robert had imparted had been a tremendous help, but it was Kathy doing all the work. Mack had fought it in the beginning, but against her more-experienced girlfriend and her spectral lover, she was clearly outmatched. MacKenzie might have been reluctant at first, but became a girl-on-girl convert in short order.
The water in the sunken tub was warm and inviting and as Kathy sank into the bubbles, she would have sworn she heard a voice speaking to her. It wouldn't have been the first time, of course, but this voice wasn't Robert's. Kathy chalked it up to an over-active imagination and let the bubbles relax her, she felt at peace and content, if not more than a bit horny. Kathy thought of things sexual as she stroked her clit, she thought of Arthur fucking her hard, of the lush dark beauty of T'Kea and she thought of her best friend MacKenzie. Her next thought was of all the girls ganging up on Arthur and making him their sex slave for a weekend, that thought tickled her to no end. Her body arched up out of the water as she felt the kinky thoughts propel her into a small, tiny climax. She hoped that the sexual energy she was putting forward would cause Robert to manifest, instead, she heard the other voice again. It was much louder now, she could almost hear it. Her fingers flew in and out of her pussy, water splashing outside the tub and soaking the bath mat. Now the voice was so loud, she could almost hear it calling her name. No, it
was
calling her name.
"Kathy. The bedroom. Come." The voice sounded.
Kathy wasn't sure which she was more ... terrified or intrigued. She decided on intrigued and dried her body, still enjoying how lovely she was in her mid-30's. Brant had grown less interested, that still baffled her, because she certainly hadn't let herself go in any way. She worked out religiously, made herself pretty and enjoyed nice lingerie and was almost an exhibitionist. Brant ... eh, his loss, Kathy decided.
As she reached the doorway to the Master Bedroom, the first room she'd had restored, she was sure she saw an ethereal light. This certainly wasn't Robert. Kathy entered the room and seated on the bed, in what appeared to be a filmy negligee, was a beautiful, Asian woman Kathy did not recognize, but she knew immediately who it must be. She sensed right away what was going on. She was seeing another ghost, a different spirit. She wasn't at all frightened; she felt a sense of calm and tranquility. She would not be hurt and sensed this would be another unique experience for her to participate in.
"Hello, Kathy ... you are more beautiful up close than you are from a distance. Don't worry, all is well, I am not here to harm you." The woman's voice was soft and melodic, you could see she wasn't quite there, Kathy could see that she was slightly transparent.
"Are you Robert's late wife? Are you Teanna?"
The woman nodded. "Yes. Like my beloved husband, I consider myself one of the Guardian Angels of this home that was once filled with such love and passion. Robert and I shared many passionate times while we lived here. It broke my heart to see it fall into such a state and the joy you brought us by doing the restoration filled me with happiness. Robert told me all about you and I had to meet you. It is so nice to have a vibrant, happy person roaming these halls again, thank you. Please, come and sit down beside me, I would like to know you ... as my husband does."
Kathy sat beside this beautiful woman, who appeared to be no more than 30. Teanna brushed Kathy's cheek softly and Kathy felt a slight presence as the fingers stroked her cheek, like a Will 'O the Wisp, soft and barely there.
