Hometown Spirits
Story Excerpt:
Dancing lights twinkled through the fog and captured Emily’s attention. Civilization at last! Her foot tapped the brake. “Clifford’s: Home of the Cheese Curd” sprawled across the sign in glowing blood-red letters. She wondered if orbiting satellites could read the marquee with all of its brightly colored lights flashing. The sea of cars jamming the lot meant either good food or Pinecone Creek didn’t have another restaurant. She had high hopes for the food since breakfast had been hours ago. Her growling stomach made stopping an easy decision.
She found a parking place in the crowded lot and toed the vehicle’s door open. The forceful March wind clawed its way inside and made the SUV rock and shudder. She stepped down carefully and baby-stepped her way toward the sidewalk that ran alongside the restaurant. The icy spots made her journey to the front door resemble a game of hopscotch.
Emily tugged at her hat and tried to ignore the curious faces of the diners who followed her progress. One small boy stood on his seat and pressed his nose against the window. He pointed at her and waved. She smiled and waved back. The innocence of small-town life, she thought. The boy reminded her that she had chosen Pinecone Creek because it, had a far-reaching reputation as a place where everyone knew and cared about everyone else. Any new face, though, tended to generate a lot of interest.
A bell tinkled cheerfully when she pushed Clifford’s glass front door open and stepped inside.
“Hi there!” A server—her name tag read Angie—emerged from a swinging set of double doors. She carried a coffee pot in one hand while balancing a large tray laden with plates of delicious-smelling food high above her head with the other. “I’ll be right with you.”
Emily nodded her acceptance and slipped out of her coat. She moved closer to the long lunch counter that stretched to her right. An aisle that extended to her left separated two rows of booths. Overhead fluorescent lighting, reminiscent of one long ice cube tray, blasted its bright white glare over the whole shebang.
Handmade posters that advertised local events were taped to the display case underneath the cash register. They competed for attention with a sign that read, “Please wait to be seated.” A pile of newspapers sat beside the register. Her face smiled back at her from the front page of the Pinecone Creek Press. Above her picture, the caption read, “New NP for PCC’s Clinic.” Emily gulped. Small-town stuff she understood, but a grand announcement? Must have been a slow news day.
“I’m sorry. It’ll be a few more minutes for a booth. I can get you something to drink while you’re waiting, or you can eat— Oh! It’s you! Hey, everyone! Our new nurse practitioner is here!” Angie called out.
Anyone who hadn’t been staring at Emily did now. The customers eating at the luncheon counter stopped in mid-chew and twirled around on their stools to get a better look at the newcomer in their midst. Diners leaned into the aisle or cranked their necks around to catch a glimpse of the stranger. Thumbs flew over keyboards. Many smiled and yelled “Hi!” and “Welcome to Pinecone Creek!”
Emily pasted what she hoped was a friendly smile, and not a grimace, on her face. She waved and nodded. She considered dropping a curtsy but decided that might be a bit much. God, she hated the spotlight. She handled dealing with patients easily and even volunteered to speak before small groups, but put on display like this…not so much.
“Sorry about that”—Angie looked sympathetically at Emily— “but someone standing at the register would have noticed your picture and made a fuss. I thought getting it over with would be easier than having people pester you. Better to pull the Band-Aid off quick. Now you can eat in peace!” The server glanced at the booths. “Would you mind eating at the counter? It might be a while before one of those frees up.”
Wading through the sea of faces to claim a booth held little appeal. “No problem. The counter is fine.” Emily settled on a stool and thanked Angie for the plastic-coated menu the server handed over.
“Clifford’s makes the best chicken and dumplings anywhere. You can’t go wrong with the Wednesday night special.” The man on the next stool chuckled and offered his hand. “I’m Mike Lambert. Welcome to Pinecone Creek.”
Emily noticed Mike’s frank appraisal as his gaze traveled over her. She hoped the wind hadn’t wreaked too much havoc while it played with the shoulder length brown hair that usually fell in soft waves. She hadn’t bothered with mascara, counting on her thick dark lashes to frame her blue eyes. Likewise lip gloss or foundation. She wondered how noticeable the sprinkling of freckles that dotted her nose was. Not much she could do about any of that now.
“I’ll go with that.” Emily thanked the man for his recommendation and placed her order with Angie. “I’m Emily…” She stopped when she noticed a copy of the paper beside his plate. “But you knew that already.”
Adult Excerpt:
What would it be like to have two lovers at once? Almost as though someone flipped a switch, her imagination blinked on.
The soft glow from the bedside lamp bound Emily and her lovers together in a small pool of light but left the rest of the room in shadow. She stood in front of the bed and watched the men seated at its edge. Her gaze followed their fisted hands moving slowly up and down over their engorged cocks. She licked her lips when drops of precum appeared on the mushroom-shaped heads. She needed to taste them more than she wanted to take her next breath.
“Get naked. Now.” Paul’s deep voice cut through her reverie. His commanding tone made her core clench and her panties dampen.
Emily unbuttoned her shirt. The silk whispered off one shoulder and then the other before it puddled on the floor. Reaching back, she unhooked her bra and let it fall. She stood and watched the men’s gaze roam over her pebbled nipples as the cool air caressed her body. Their intensity made her smile. Emily hooked her thumbs in her jeans and wiggled them to the ground. Her panties soon joined the rest.
“On your knees.” Mike stood and pointed to the floor in front of his spread legs. He waited patiently for her to obey.
Emily sank, gracefully, to the ground. Her knees pressed into the hard wooden floor.
Mike’s thick cock bobbed in front of her, and his male scent surrounded her. She inhaled deeply.
“Is your pussy wet for us? Spread your legs. We want to see our woman’s arousal.” Paul’s voice. “Take Mike’s cock into your mouth. No, don’t touch him! Hands behind your back.”
Emily opened her thighs and strained to keep her balance. She wrapped her lips around the tip of Mike’s cock. Her tongue slid over the drops of precum. His musky male essence flooded her senses. She heard Mike groan and felt his hands grasp her head. Her tongue worshipped his cockhead by slowly circling it and then sliding underneath the sensitive crown.
Mike threw his head back, and his grip tightened. He threaded his fingers through her hair and worked to control her movements.
“Take Mike deep. He wants that, wants you to swallow his cock.”
Emily’s chest rose, pushing her breasts up, as she took a big breath.
Mike’s hips thrust his cock toward her. His cock slid across her tongue. His hands tightened in her hair and held her in place. Mike’s hips thrust his cock along her tongue until it touched the back of her throat.
Emily’s gaze sought Mike. She trusted him to take control but not harm her. She inhaled when he pulled back.
“I’m so damn close.”
“Fondle Mike’s balls, Emily.” Paul grinned evilly.
Emily cupped Mike and gently massaged him. His hands tightened in her hair again, and he pulled her head back, exposing the column of her throat. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for his cock. It slid into the warm moist depths of her mouth. He didn’t stop this time but kept a steady rhythm, fucking her mouth. Mike’s hips bucked into her until his cock slid down the back of her throat. A lone tear rolled down her cheek as she fought her gag reflex.
She imagined hearing Paul growl seconds before he’d slide off the bed, and then feeling his strong, arms wrapping around her hips. He’d pull her up until her ass rubbed against his engorged cock.
She’d tense as she tried to keep up with Mike’s demands as his cock pounded into her mouth.
Emily would manage to groan around Mike’s shaft when Paul thrust his cock into her wet cunt, balls deep. His fingers digging into her hips would serve as a reminder that she had to take whatever they gave. Her pussy burned as it stretched around his cock. It filled her. She never felt so full. But oh it hurt so good. His balls slapped her ass with every thrust. Ragged breathing and the sloppy wet sounds of her arousal were all she heard.
“Swallow every drop,” Mike ground out between clenched teeth. He threw his head back as he came and emptied himself down her throat.
“Like that baby? Mike sure did. Let’s see if I can make you groan again. Maybe scream my name. I’m gonna give you a good hard dicking. And you’re going to come on my cock.”
Mike’s voice interrupted her fantasy.
