Full-Bodied Apparition

"How do you know the ghost woman is the prostitute chick and not some other lady who died in the house?" the large woman's companion asked.

"Well, her dress is one clue, and the hair is another. Honor reportedly had curly, red hair, and she was considered to be a real beauty. But since this is an adult-only tour, I can tell you the rest of the evidence that supports the idea that the apparition is Honor. Men who have lived in the house have seen the redheaded woman naked or wearing a corset that leaves her breasts bare. And many of those same men have sworn that something, or someone, touched their genitals while they slept."

Mandy, who stood a little ahead of Terry and Emily, looked back at them, shook her head, and rolled her eyes. Jeremy stifled a laugh, agreeing with Mandy that the story had taken a ludicrous turn. But when he glanced at Emily, she wore her annoyed look. Thankfully it seemed focused on Mandy, not him. Jeremy shrugged to the taller girl, who again rolled her eyes.

"Both of you are children," Emily whispered, arms crossed over her chest.

* * *

"Welcome back!" Celina Holcomb beamed as they all filed into the chapel above the saloon. "I hope you enjoyed the tour. Now we need to divide up for your personal investigations. There is an even number of you all, so everyone will have a partner. But not all of you came in groups of even sizes, so we will need to do some mixing and matching."

"I'm going with one of you two," Mandy whispered to Jeremy and Emily. "I don't want to be stuck with some rando dude."

"It could be a woman," Jeremy pointed out in a low voice, thinking of the black-haired woman, who appeared to be by herself.

"I agree with Mandy," Emily said after a pause. "I don't want to be with a stranger either."

"Fine," Jeremy sighed, raising his hand. "Ms. Holcomb? I volunteer to team up with someone."

"Excellent, dear," the older woman smiled. "But please, call me Celine. And I think I have the perfect partner for a young man such as yourself. Hannah, you don't have a partner, do you?"

"No, I don't," the raven-haired woman said, her cool eyes appraising Jeremy.

"Perfect, then. Well, as long as you're brave enough, um...?"

"Jeremy," Mandy supplied, amusement infusing her voice.

"As long as you're brave enough, Jeremy. Hannah here has asked to investigate the Honor Quinn haunting, and men have reported being hit on the head by dear Honor's nefarious husband."

"That's fine with me," Jeremy shrugged, glancing at Mandy and Emily. Mandy looked like she was about to burst out laughing. Emily, on the other hand, scowled at the floor, and nothing Jeremy could do would make her meet his eyes.

* * *

"It's nice to meet you, Jeremy," Hannah said, taking his hand and shaking it. Her voice was deeper than he expected, yet melodious and feminine despite a distinct huskiness.

At first, the coolness of her soft flesh surprised him, but then he remembered she had not been wearing gloves on the tour. And the chill did not last long anyway. As she drew her hand away, a warm tingle spread up his fingers.

"Nice to meet you too, Hannah," he smiled, trying to keep his eyes on hers instead of dropping to her chest, which seemed even more prominent up close.

"It's nice to be warm again for a bit," Hannah said, sliding off her black coat and revealing a gray, long-sleeved knit shirt that followed every curve of her torso almost as tightly as the black yoga pants enclosed her buttocks, hips, and long, toned legs.

Jeremy continued to do his best not to stare at the light fabric clinging to Hannah's ample bosom, but the presence of glittery green writing across it doomed him to failure. And it took him longer than he suspected it should have to read what was written there, partly because her shape distorted some of the letters and partly because that shape kept distracting him.

"21^st Century Witch," Hanna said, and he raised his eyes to meet sparkling blue ones that held a hint of what might have been amusement.

"Oh, it's your costume," he grinned, relieved that she must have intended people to read the words stretched across her breasts.

"Something like that," she nodded. "Has anyone ever told you that you have sexy eyes? I love gray eyes on a man."

A crash caused both Hannah and Jeremy to look back at the row of benches behind them. A red-faced Emily met their gaze for a moment before crouching down to retrieve something she must have dropped. But Jeremy could have sworn he saw fury, and maybe something else, on his ex's delicate features before her face was hidden from view.

* * *

"Do you really believe all this, um, stuff?" Jeremy asked Hannah as they exited onto B Street.

"Yeah... don't you?"

"Not really. I just came with my friends."

"You mean skeptic girl and jealous girl," Hanna snorted, and he found the sound beautiful despite the tone of derision.

"I guess Mandy is a skeptic, like me," Jeremy agreed. "But why call Emily 'jealous girl'?"

"You mean the little one with the sandy blonde hair?"

"Yeah."

"Because she's jealous that we're a team," Hannah shrugged, and Jeremy diverted his eyes from the way her bosom rose and fell with the movement.

"She's my ex," he told his companion, not elaborating further.

"Ah, and you dumped her. That makes sense."

"Um, not so much. She dumped me."

"Oh. I see. So you're her insurance guy."

"Insurance guy?"

"Some girls like having a guy around they can fall back on if they need to, usually someone who likes them a lot more than they like him. It's their insurance against being alone."

"I don't think that's it," Jeremy said, although he pondered whether it might explain the look on Emily's face after she dropped the piece of equipment.

"Maybe not."

"Hey, I have an idea," the young man said, hoping to change the subject. "My truck's parked just down the hill. We can get it and drive up to Howard Street."

"Sure," the raven-haired woman grinned, her voice almost a purr. "I wouldn't mind a ride with you."

* * *

"I'm not sure of the point of this stupid temperature gun," Jeremy complained. "All it shows is that everything in this fucking house is fucking cold."

"Even me?" Hannah asked, holding her flashlight chest-high and pointing it up at her face.

"A singular warm spot," he admitted. "Couldn't they have had the heat turned on for tonight?"

"It's a lot warmer in here than outside. And I think it's cool the owners gave us permission to be in here. Celina said they rarely do that. I guess they still hope to rent the place out again."

"Maybe they could advertise it to frat boys. I'm sure they'd be interested in a house with a naked, sexed-up ghost whore."

"That's not very respectful," Hannah chided him, her expression unreadable in the dim light.

"She's the one touching men in their private parts."

"Maybe it's all she knew of men in life, and now it's the only way she can relate to them or communicate with them."

"Maybe," Jeremy shrugged, not caring; he just wanted to keep the conversation with Hannah going. "What now?"

"Do you want to see if we can get some EVPs?"

"I guess. It's better than standing here doing nothing."

"Okay. You ask her questions."

"Why me?"

"You're a guy."

"Fine. Hey, Honor. What kind of name is that for a whore?"

"Be more respectful, Jeremy," Hanna said, and this time her voice held an edge that had not been there before.

"Ok. Honor, if you are there, please say something to us."

Several seconds of silence passed, during which Jeremy realized he would much rather be investigating the living—and real—Hanna instead of some non-existent ghost.

"My new friend Hannah here tells me some women keep a guy as an insurance policy. Was your Husband August your insurance and you brought men up here to audition to replace him? Or were all the men you fu..,., um, screwed, the insurance policies?"

"Funny," Hannah grumbled, and Jeremy could have sworn he heard the buxom young woman roll her eyes.

"And what about the lovely Hannah? Do you think she has an insurance guy, or do you think she's shopping for one?"

"I've never needed one," the black-haired girl said. "An insurance guy, I mean."

"Well, I can believe that."

"Why? Because I have big boobs?"

"Because you're beautiful."

Quiet again descended around the two, but this time it was more awkward than expectant.

"Well, Honor, it appears we have a smooth talker with us tonight," Hannah said, finally breaking the silence. "What do you think of that?"

"I'd hardly call myself a smooth..." Jeremy started, but Hannah walked past him and toward the next room. Shaking his head, Jeremy followed her through a doorway, eyes on the way her bottom bounced beneath skin-tight yoga pants. Seconds later, his foot kicked something on the floor, something soft and yielding.

A shrieking yowl filled the air around them, and a small shape skittered across the hardwood floor. In the same instant, Hanna screamed and hugged Jeremy, her large, firm breasts pushing against his right arm and side. Switching his flashlight to his free left hand, Jeremy pointed it across the room just in time to see a feline tail and hindquarters exit through a door on the back wall.

"It's just cat," He assured the trembling young woman. "I think I kicked it in the dark."

"Okay," Hannah nodded, but she did not ease up her hold of him.

"There's nothing to be scared of."

"I know."

After maybe a minute or so, Hannah relaxed against him. Jeremy carefully slid his right arm from between her breasts and draped it around her shoulders. She nuzzled against his neck and sighed, then pushed her chest harder against his side.

"Hannah..."

"Shhh..." she said, a finger to his lips, her other hand behind his neck.

"We shouldn't..."

"We should," Hannah breathed seconds before she pulled his lips down to hers.

For a heartbeat, or maybe two, Jeremy thought about Emily, about how long he had loved her, about the promised second blowjob, and about Emily's hints concerning tonight and Mandy, if they were indeed hints. But he also considered what Hannah had said, that he was Emily's insurance guy. And in his heart, he suspected that the black-haired woman was right about Emily. Or at least he wanted her to be right because that freed him up to do what he now desperately wanted to do.

Hannah took matters into her own hands before he could act, moving his up to her chest and pushing them against her breasts. At first, he did nothing. Then his fingers tightened, and he felt the bountiful flesh yield intoxicatingly under his grip.

"This floor is super dusty," she said in a rare moment when their tongues were not battling. "And it's cold in here."

"Want to go to my truck," he murmured as he kissed her soft, pale, superbly supple neck.

"No. I want you to fuck me here, in the dust and cold."

"I have a blanket in the truck," Jeremy told her as his hands slid from her chest to her waist and then to her luscious derriere.

Hannah pushed against his chest and stepped back. Her flashlight, which had landed on the floor when the cat scared her, lit her in the glow of its LEDs, bathing her in a soft light that made her pale flesh appear almost blue. Without a word, the young woman crouched down, picked up the flashlight, and hurried toward the same door the cat had used.

"Wait for me here," she said over her shoulder.

* * *

While Hannah was gone, Jeremy pulled a small LED lantern out of the equipment bag. He put the lantern on the floor in the middle of the room and turned it one. The light was a warmer color than the cool white of the flashlights, and it made even the dusty, empty room look more inviting.

"Nice mood lighting," Hannah's voice said, even huskier than normal, and Jeremy's eyes snapped to the doorway. For the second time since he had met her, she made him forget to breathe.

Clad only in a smooth black bra that revealed considerable pale cleavage, matching panties, and her furry boots, Hannah stood in the doorway, the lantern's light revealing the glory of her body. The bluish pall he had seen in the flashlight's cooler glow was gone, replaced by ivory skin that seemed to shimmer before his eyes.

"Incredible contrast," he breathed, licking his lips without conscious intent to do so.

"Between dressed and undressed?"

"Between the black of that bra and the pale beauty of your skin."

"Oh, that," the girl giggled, and then her bra dropped to the floor. "What do you think now?"

Unable to make his parched mouth form words worthy of what he saw, Jeremy closed the distance between them, marveling at the expanse of her white breasts, each tipped with dark pink areolas and thick, firm nipples maybe a shade darker. When he reached her, he grasped her waist and pulled her to him, the coolness of her skin leeching the warmth from his fingers.

"You're beautiful," he whispered before their lips met, then her hands clasped his neck, her breasts mashed against his torso, and her tongue invaded his mouth with determined force.

But as much as Jeremy enjoyed the kiss, he wanted more. He inched away from her tight embrace, brought his hands up to her full bosom, and squeezed, feeling the weight of the much more than a handful mass of Hannah's breasts. The raven-haired girl moaned at the contact, then did so again as he kissed his way down her neck. When his lips reached one firm nipple, sucking it between them, her fingers laced through his hair as her moans grew lower and throatier.

"Stop," Hannah panted a little later while his teeth pulled gently at one thick nub while his fingers teased the other.

"What's wrong?" Jeremy asked, straightening up and meeting her gaze.

"Nothing," she assured him, fingers tracing across his chest. "Just figured it was your turn."

Her cool lips brushed his for an instant, and then she dropped to her knees in front of him. Jeremy thought about telling her she did not have to do what he thought she was about to do, but her fingers caressing his aching erection through his jeans stopped him cold. He did want this, wanted to feel those full, soft lips slide down his now throbbing manhood. With fumbling fingers, he unbuckled his belt. Hannah grinned up at him, her calmer fingers deftly unbuttoning his fly before yanking his pants and underwear down in one motion, freeing his engorged penis.

Without a word, Hannah wrapped her lips around the head of his shaft, her tongue swirling as she sucked on the top inch or so. The initial chill from those soft lips burned away in the wet warmth of her eager mouth. After a few seconds of her attention, a shudder ran through his frame as his hands found her silky black hair, fingers intertwining in the luxurious softness of it.

When Hannah slid her mouth lower, engulfing half of him, a deep moan escaped his mouth. At the same moment, Jeremy experienced an unexpected epiphany. Hannah's actions did not differ significantly from the last blowjob he received, the one Emily gave him in his shower. And yet, the experience was not at all the same. He could not deny Emily's skill at giving head, but it was like everything else his ex did. Her proficiency was not the result of desire or enjoyment, but rather a byproduct of Emily's dislike of being bad at anything. And although he had not realized it until this moment, he now understood that fellatio was a performance for Emily—something she did to garner praise rather than an act of love, or even lust. And that led him to ponder whether that held true for Emily with all forms of sex.

Hannah, on the other hand, not only knew what she was doing quite well, but her undeniable enthusiasm radiated through every wiggle of her tongue and through every slide of her lips up and down. And at that moment, he knew that he could never go back to Emily's calculated efficiency. He had loved her for as long as he could remember, but she never once in all the times they had been together demonstrated the passion that Hannah did in a mere handful of minutes. And maybe this thing with Hannah would not last beyond the night, but it showed him the truth and opened possibilities he had not considered while lost in the shadow of his habitual love for Emily.

The unexpected and exquisite sensation of his new lover taking his entire length into her mouth and throat pulled the young man away from these thoughts. Knees weak, Jeremy groaned and hoped this new, mind-blowing pleasure would never end. Yet too soon it did. Hannah slid her lips back up his shaft and let it bounce free of them with a soft pop.

"In a different time and place, I'd continue that," she told him, her periwinkle eyes pools of blue fire. "But I need you to fuck me."

Jeremy nodded, kicking off his shoes while he watched Hannah lie back and wiggle free of her panties, which she struggled to get over her boots. But when he saw her smooth, rounded mound and the thick folds of her glistening labia, he stopped and stared, his pants and underwear dropping down his calves to pool at his feet. As much as he wanted to do as she asked, to ram his hard shaft deep inside of her, he wanted to taste her more. Stepping out of his jeans and boxers, he knelt between Hannah's parted legs, his fingers finding the wet folds of her sex then slipping inside the slick warmth of her. And while he did so, he lowered his lips to her quivering breasts.

"Normally, I'd say a guy wearing only a sweatshirt and socks would be a real turn off, but right now... it's not," the wiggling girl told him as he worked his fingers in and out of her and nibbled on her erect nipples.

"Normally, I'd say a beautiful girl lying on a dusty floor and wearing just a pair of furry boots is... sexy as fuck."

Hannah grinned, then chewed on her bottom lips as she gazed up at him. Jeremy returned her smile, withdrew his fingers, and kissed his way down her chest to her navel and then to her loins. The now whimpering woman shivered when he kissed the point where her labia met. Then a low moan and a more prominent shiver rewarded the young man when he parted her fleshy lips, unhooding her protruding, engorged clitoris.

"You don't have to do that," the girl whimpered as his tongue lapped at her most sensitive spot. "I'd be happy with you in me."

"Do you want me to stop," Jeremy asked, looking up from between her legs and making eye contact with the breathless young woman over the swell of her breasts.

"Fuck no," Hannah groaned, grasping his hair and moving his mouth back to where it had just been.

Jeremy allowed himself a quick smile before he resumed licking, loving both the feel and the taste of her, as well as the reaction of her luscious frame—every few seconds, Hannah shuddered and her abdominal muscles clenched. And through it all, louder and louder moans and whimpers filled the dusty air.

"Oh fuck, yes!" the black-haired woman screamed, shaking violently before her trembling muscles grew rigid.

Unexpectedly strong fingers tightened in Jeremy's hair, but he endured the discomfort, kissing the tender flesh of Hannah's labia and inner thighs as she rode out her climax. And after her body relaxed, she used her grip to pull Jeremy up, past her chest, and in for a long, wet kiss.

"That was... fantastic," she sighed when their lips finally parted. "But I really need you to fuck me now."

"Sure," Jeremy said, and he felt a lopsided grin spread across his face.

Moving up between Hannah's still widespread legs, he positioned his aching erection so that the tip lay between his new lover's puffy, glistening labia. Their eyes met, hers overflowing with a lust that must have matched his own. Emily crossed his mind for the briefest of moments—a quick image of her, her smile, her large brown eyes, her petite breasts as he had seen them last in his shower—but that fleeting thought dissipated when Hannah's needful, throaty voice reached his ears.