This story is an entire fantasy. Please enjoy. (:-o)
A special thanks to UltimateHomeBody who requested a continuation.
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INTRODUCTION: from chapter 1.
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Dwayne Richards was of average build with pleasant features and mousy hair. He was athletic, but did not participate in any sport; he was a loner; an introvert; a science nerd; but even worse, he was a Methodist.
Dwayne's excessive time spent studying during his high school days did have one benefit; he gained a full scholarship to study forensic science at Jefferson University, Linterna. The scholarship paid his fees and gave him sufficient funds to pay for his accommodation.
During his first Christmas break after starting his University course, Dwayne was employed by Macy's in the Cedar Grove shopping complex. This complex was situated in an outer western suburb of Cedar Hill Florida, and as such, the weather remained quite pleasant even during the winter months.
On Sunday he moved into Mr Whyte's boarding house, because it was within walking distance to Macy's and really affordable.
The grounds around the boarding house looked tired, and the varnished timber cladding had long ago turned grey, giving the house a somewhat ghostly aura.
On his first Monday morning, Dwayne was shaving when the reflection of a movement behind him caught his eye. It was petite little Alice; she was nude in the shower, and she invited him to wash her back, and in return she washed his back.
Before she washed him, he briefly glanced at her pert little breasts while she stared at his partially erect penis. But their shared shower remained innocent, partly because Dwayne was to shy and nervous to make a move on her.
Their shared shower made Dwayne late for breakfast.
Determined not to be late on Tuesday, he went to the bathroom ten minutes earlier than he did on Monday.
Dwayne had finished shaving, when the sound of the shower caught his attention. And there she was.
Again, she asked him to join her and wash her back. This time Dwayne was less nervous, and the sight of her firm rounded buttocks gave him a partial erection which nudged one of those glorious cheeks. Alice noticed and reached around with her right hand and lightly held his now erect cock.
After some mutual masturbation, Alice whispered, "Wayne, will you be my first?"
He did not reply, but eagerly guided his impatient penis into her anxiously waiting vagina.
Dwayne closed his eyes and it wasn't long before he felt his orgasm approach. "Oh gawd, I'm cumming!"
"Please stay inside me; p l e a s e." She pleaded before kissing him. Her tongue explored the inside his mouth; teasing his own tongue and lips.
Her tongue worked real magic, and he was amazed how much sperm he fired high up into her.
When he opened his eyes, he was alone. He wondered how Alice could have left so quickly and quietly.
He was late for breakfast again.
By Tuesday night dinner, Dwayne had finally finished arranging everything in his room; and so, after dinner he went into the lounge room to watch TV.
As he entered, Alice greeted him with, "Hello Wayne. I liked what we did this morning so much that I have come back to ask you to kiss my wee-wee, p l e a s e."
"But what about Mr Whyte? He may come in at any moment."
"Don't worry about Daddy; it'll be a long time before he's finished cleaning up; believe me." As she said this, Mr Whyte could be heard collecting the dinner plates from the table.
"OK then."
Dwayne knelt down with his head between her knees and kissed her clit.
Alice liked it. She really liked it. She really truly liked it. She made low groaning sounds, while his tongue toyed mercilessly with her sensitive little button and his finger entered to twitch within her.
He was at the point of nervous exhaustion, when he heard footsteps start across the timber floor of the dining room. He tried to stand, but Alice held him firmly between her legs. Perhaps she wanted her Daddy to see that she wasn't a little girl anymore.
Suddenly, the first orgasm of her young life exploded within her pussy, and waves of pleasure rippled throughout her entire body.
Alice finally released her grip so late that Dwayne wasn't able get seated before Mr Whyte entered the room. Miraculously, Alice had already disappeared just before that.
"Is everything OK Dwayne?"
Dwayne flopped down onto the lounge as he replied, "Yeah, I was just admiring the young girl in those photos."
On the left side of the TV stand were photos of a wedding. Dwayne was fairly sure the groom was a younger, much happier Mr Whyte.
On the other side, there was a series of photos of Alice. One showed her as a baby in her mother's arms. Others captured her during her childhood, with the last few being of a lively young girl of about eleven years of age.
Dwayne enquired, "About those photos. Is that your daughter in the pictures on the right?"
"Yes, that's Allison, my only child." He said sadly.
"She appears to be very effervescent; really beautiful and healthy."
"Yeah; she was."
Then Mr Whyte continued tearfully, "Her and her mother were killed in a massive car pile-up on highway i75 seven years ago."
Dwayne was shocked by this revelation. He wondered, 'Who or what was the girl in the shower?' But he quickly ignored this question and blurted out, "Oh; I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you by asking."
Mr Whyte accepted Dwayne's apology, "It's alright Dwayne; you weren't to know."
After a short pause, Mr Whyte recovered his composure and glanced over the TV guide. Then he asked, "What do you want to watch; NCIS or Hawaii 50?"
Dwayne answered, "Either will do, thanks sir."
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NOW LET'S CONTINUE THE STORY:
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"You know Dwayne; sometimes you remind me of Allison; it's just the way you do and say some things."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's nothing to be sorry about, son... I think if you two could have met, you would have realised you were kindred spirits."
Dwayne was actually happy that they watched back-to-back episodes of NCIS from a series that still contained Tony, Ziva and Abby. He was particularly interested in the forensic work supposedly carried out by Abby and the equipment that she had in her laboratory.
Dwayne and Mr Whyte finished watching television at about 10:30.
Dwayne went straight to his room and change into his pyjamas.
"Hey; hurry up Wayne..."
Her voice startled him, "EH!" He exclaimed as he turned to face the bed.
"I want you to finish what you were doing before Daddy interrupted us."
"Alice? How can you be here? Your Dad said you and your Mum died in a car accident 7 years ago."
"Yeah, I heard him; and I know Mum is dead, because I went to her funeral; but I'm not dead, am I? I'm here."
"Well, I guess I can't argue with that."
"So, come on then."
"But why does your Dad think you are dead?"
"I don't know; I haven't spoken with him since the accident. He sort of ignores me."
They made love many times that night.
Dwayne thought that it was like being on a honeymoon with an innocent young girl who had just discovered she enjoyed making love; a budding nymphomaniac.
The next morning, they went to the bathroom together.
When Dwayne finished shaving, he lent forward for a closer look at a pimple on his face. Suddenly he was drawn THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS and into a new space/time dimension.
There he stood, slightly stooped at the foot of a bed in what appeared to be a hospital's intensive care unit. It certainly looked and smelt like a hospital; there was a faint smell of bleach and disinfectant in the air.
On the bedside table was a vase containing some tired-looking plastic flowers. Dangling on a string was a small card; Dwayne could just make out the message; it read, "I love you. Get well soon. Dad OOOXXX".
A collection of instruments was on a shelf behind the bed. On the screen of one of those instruments was displayed what Dwayne recognized as a trace of patient's heart beats; this instrument beeped regularly.
In the bed lay a young girl. On the bedhead was the patient's name; it read, ALLISON WHYTE.
Dwayne was shocked. 'Was it really Alice?'. He looked at the girl intently; but it was hard to see her clearly, because she was connected to numerous tubes and wires. She was definitely taller, and her face had an emotionless, but more mature look. Even so, he was sure it was her.
He was bewildered; 'Last night, didn't Mr Whyte say that Allison was dead? Yet here is an Allison Whyte, and then there is the Alice back in the bathroom. Neither is dead; so, what's going on?'
Just then a Doctor and Nurse entered. They didn't appear to notice Dwayne; in fact, it was as if he wasn't there; the nurse's arm appeared to pass through Dwayne's thigh and neither felt it; how could that be?
The Nurse bent over to picked up the clip-board from the end of the bed. As she did this, Dwayne could see she wore no panty and she was clean shaven.
The Nurse handed the clip-board to the Doctor with a flirtatious jester. He studied the figures for a few seconds before he enquired, "And how is Allison today?"
"No change Doctor; there's still very little sign of brain activity. Although; the night Nurse did report some increase in arousal a few times during the night."
"Really?"
"Yes; but she said each episode never last very long and Allison remained motionless."
"Well, that does sound a little bit encouraging..."
And as they left, the doctor continued, "OK, please continue to check on her just as..." And they were gone.
Dwayne thought to move closer; but as soon as he straightened up, he was suddenly back in the boarding-house bathroom.
"Hey Wayne; aren't you finished shaving yet?"
Dwayne turned toward the voice. Alice was already in the shower cubicle with her hand on the lever about to adjust the water temperature.
"Alice? ... Oh! I just had a vision of you in the intensive care unit of a hospital."
"But I've never been in intensive care; ever."
"I'm positive it was you. There was a name tag, and I heard the Doctor call you by name; well actually, he called you 'Allison'."
"Yeah, that's my proper name."
"Didn't they take you to hospital after the accident?"
"Nah; I think I came straight home." Alice screwed her face as she questioned her memory.
"Really! Weren't you hurt?"
"Only some big bruises where the seat-belt had been, but they went away a few weeks later."
"Oh! ... Well can you tell me what you remember happened?"
Alice turned the shower off and moved toward Dwayne, wrapping the towel about her waist before she answered.
"Yeah... Well; Mum was driving and I was sitting beside her. We were on our way home from shopping in Linterna, when this other big car came around the bend on the wrong side of the road. I think Mum tried to avoid it by swerving away, but our car was still hit on Mum's side... I remember being tossed about as our car rolled a couple of times along the road."
"I've seen a blue sports car in the garage; is that the car you were in?"
"Nah. That's Daddy's car. Mum's car was a small white hatch-back. I think it was completely destroyed that day. It certainly appeared to be dinted all over."
"What type of car was the other vehicle."
"Well, you know; I'm not really into cars; but I think it was one of those big 4-wheel-drive SUV things."
"So, where did it end up?"
Alice tilted her head in thought, "Let's see. Oh yeah; it finished against a big tree on the wrong side of the road. It's front-end was all smashed in, and its windscreen was shattered... I remember I was standing outside of our car in terrible pain. I couldn't see inside either car; there was too much steam and smoke everywhere. I just stood there; what could I do? I could hear the other driver moaning; what a terrible sound it was..." Alice put her hands to her ears and winced.
