The Lake Series Erotic Romance Bundle

by Bella Bentley

  I reached for a tarp that lay next to the fire pit that I covered every night and draped it on top of the snow covered deck.

  She made tiny circles slowly as her left hand softly touched her inner thigh. Her free fingers gently made upward strokes of her wet flesh, as if showing me what she liked.

  As her breathing intensified, breath fog vaporized around her. Her eyes were closed. I neared her and inserted my own eager finger into her, causing her to flinch a little from startle. But then her back arched back as I pushed the second jealous finger in her, as my thumb made small circles, following the instructions she demonstrated.

  I placed my hand on her lower abdomen feeling her body flex, tighten and respond to my touch.

  “Oh yes. More.” She whispered.

  Her hand reached for my side and draped her fingers down my abs, into my pants and unto my shaft as she firmly grasped Jr. She was driving me wild.

  I gently took her hand and led her on her back. I raised her hand above her head, shocking myself. I was never a dominant lover but it turned me to see how much my dominant behavior brought her so much pleasure. It made me feel like a man.

  She left her hand above her head as she continued to moan. My hands brushed over her beautiful cascading breasts. I twisted her nipples and could feel how wet and dripping she was with my other.

  She panted for more. I drew my hand away from her breasts and gently emulated her lesson of instruction. With my left thumb I gently stroked her slippery sensitive skin. She squirmed and moaned. So I did the same thing with my right thumb. Slowly massaging up to her pleasure center—her diamond that sparkled. Her left foot lifted and thumped the deck in pleasure.

  “Oh, I just can’t take this. I can’t. OH!” She moaned and I felt like a million bucks. As she squirmed in ecstasy, I gently huffed warm, hot, moist breath as my warm tongue pressed into her diamond. It wasn’t a pointed tongue; no. I placed the middle of my tongue, letting her feel all my ribbed parts as I lapped her privates. I took one giant, firm lick starting at her eager opening and slowly, with a firm pressing, made my tongue’s way to the top, where it knew what to do. It knew how to make her come. It knew all the right spots as my thumbs continued to make pumping strokes.

  “Oh, Rick! I’m going to come. Look what you do to my body.”

  Trying to keep her orgasm elevated and longer, I immediately went back to a flat tongue letting her entire pleasure center feel my tongue, making her scream my name.

  “Oh my god. Oh my god. This is too good. Too good.” Her hands grabbed my hair and her body clenched, rapidly as I gently lowered her back down.

  “Oh, I can’t. I can’t.”

  Then, I gently inserted two fingers as I let my thumb shine her diamond. I pressed firmly, and I watched her beautiful body convulse into beautiful waves of release.

  Her orgasm cries were such a turn on. As she reached her peak, she screamed, collapsed back and sighed. I slowly removed my wet fingers as I lowered to kiss her passionately. She pulled me to her and reached for Jr. and tried to insert it into her.

  But I wanted to have some fun.

  “Nah uh uh . Not until breakfast.”

  “No, no., no. I want you so bad.” She pleaded like a little girl begging to ride a pony. Oh, I’d let her ride this stallion all she wanted. But I wanted her to go crazy. It took every ounce of strength in me to tease her and stand strong. But I pulled away, feeling chilled. Jr. stayed rock hard. I put my boxers on and my sweatshirt.

  She propped up and leaned back on her elbows.

  “Ugh! No way!”

  “Breakfast.” I sang.

  The fire crackled.

  I opened the sliding door and left it open. She lifted her head back and moaned. “God, you make me crazy.”

  That’s the point. I smirked.

  She gathered two of the blankets and left her jacket and other clothing on the tarp. She wrapped herself in the fur blanket and slid the door closed.

  She pouted as she sat in the chair.

  “How do you like your eggs?”

  “Hard” her eyes smiled at me, yet she pouted. “How about some Mimosas with breakfast?”

  “Sure. Coming right up.” I reached for my champagne flutes all the while thinking of Victoria’s forward sexuality. After turning the gas on the stove to cook the eggs, I opened the champagne bottle. All the while, her eyes were on me. She propped her chin on her fist. After the opening of the cork, she squirmed.

  “That’s exactly how I feel right now. Ready to explode.” She rested her chin on her fist and cocked her head, her hair flowing down.

  I poured the champagne and couldn’t help but laugh.

  “You know, Victoria, in all these months in class, you and your impeccable appearance, your straight A papers, your . . . composed nature. Never in a million years would I imagine a wild, sexy side to you.” I added orange juice and I handed her a flute but quickly backed away before she could wrap her hands around my waist. “And I have to say, I like it.”

  I knew what she wanted and I wanted her to be hungry for it.

  I loved the tease.

  “Oh, you have no idea Rick. But I actually like calling you Professor Jacobs. It’s so . . . sexy.” She sipped the flute. “God, I’m fucking my ex professor. That’s so damn hot.” She cupped her face as she rested her chin.

  She slid the sheet of paper near her and looked over what she had written.

  I cracked a few eggs on the side of the pan and got to scrambling, dazed.

  “Tell me about . . . her.”

  I placed the wooden spatula down as the eggs crackled. I reached for the cracked pepper dispenser and twisted a few times. I then added a sprinkle of sea salt. I wiped my hands on my boxer shorts and took a sip of the Mimosa. I set it back down on the counter and it made a loud clank. Louder than I intended.

  “I mean, I don’t want to pry . . . I just was wondering.” Her face was soft.

  I waited to speak. Even in the ecstasy of this night and morning, I was hoping she would have come back from her journey and fill me in. She did say a day was like a thousand years where she was. And how in love did I have to be for our bargain to transpire? I took another sip, waiting for Victoria to say something funny like she always did. But it was quiet.

  “I’m . . . sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” She looked down at her lap.

  I picked up the spatula and worked on the eggs.

  “I’m not mad. It’s okay. You can ask me anything. It’s healthy for you to.”

  “Oh, okay.” She took another sip of her Mimosa emptying her flute, her face brightening.

  “Want another?” I offered in enthusiasm. I didn’t’ want her to feel bad for asking. My change of demeanor wasn’t her doing. It was from the absence of the voice I loved.

  “Oh, sure.” She shrugged with her eyes bright. She watched me again, as she tapped her chin pensively with her pointer finger. “I was just wondering something. And I’m not sure if I’m a lightweight and Champagne always gets me, or if the orgasms you’ve been giving me have alerted my senses but . . . . ”

  I handed her a fresh drink and winked at her.

  I walked back to the eggs and finished scrambling them, forgetting she had requested her eggs hard.

  “Do you think she sees us when we . . . you know . . . . ”

  The scrapping continued, as did the tapping, yet now it trailed down to her glass.

  “That’s an interesting question.”

  “Is it? It’s just, I don’t know. I’ve always believed in the paranormal and life on the other side. I just hope I don’t wake up tomorrow and see all my hair cut off or get in a horrible car accident. I’m not saying your wife would do that . . . I’ve just been thinking.” She took a few more sips.

  I was just about to assure her when my wife’s voice returned.

  I’m back. Boy was that a crazy ride.

  Loraine. My wife.

  Her presence came bursting in and a few papers on the table fluttered fro
m a gust of wind.

  Victoria’s eyes went wide and the fright caused her to knock over the champagne flute. Mimosa flowed everywhere, including down to the ivory distressed antique chairs.

  “Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” She stood up and her blanket dropped to her ankles and she was naked again. She rushed to grab the paper towels and dabbed the chair carefully. “At least I didn’t bring the Rose’. If this stains, I promise I’ll pay for cleaning. Sorry!” Her voice squealed and she was in distress.

  She is a looker, Richard. Did I ever tell you my secret fantasy of you being pleasured by two women?

  I shook my head.

  She saw me shaking my head and I guess thought I was disappointed. “Oh, I’m a klutz. I’m so sorry. I just . . . did you see that? That brisk of wind?”

  But I wasn’t shaking my head at her!

  She leaned over and her ass was perky and perfect.

  Nice ass.

  I stood in shock, paralyzed. Then suddenly, my wife appeared right text to her with her hands on her hip, smiling mischievously to which it was my turn to be clumsy. My wife had never appeared before like that. Ever. Only in my dreams when we would soul travel together. The spatula dropped out of my hands and I leaned back causing the pan on the oven to nearly fall over. I almost burned myself.

  “Rick, are you okay?” Victoria looked up at me in fright. “Is . . . is something wrong? You look like you’ve seen a . . . ” She then stopped soaping up the mess. She dropped the paper towel and froze in fear.

  Oh Richard, this poor girl is frightened. Do something to calm her down. Why don’t you read that paper she was working on from earlier.

  My wife stood wearing the same gold satin dress she wore when she appeared to me the first night, when she asked me to come with her. Except, today the difference was there was a more intense glow about her. Her makeup resembled a Greek goddess, with heavy charcoaled shimmery eyeliner and her cheeks were bronzed. Her cascading brown hair flowed all the way to her hips and she wore a gold headband shaped with flowers. I was taken aback by her beauty and my jaw dropped. I searched for words as I stuttered. Victoria looked at me with shooting eyes, waiting for me to answer her question.

  “Oh, no. No. I’m fine. I just burned myself, is all. And it looks like we left that door open over there.” I pointed towards the door. There was a small opening.

  I held up my left hand pretending to inspect a burn.

  “Aw, you poor thing. I know how to make you feel better.”

  Indeed she does. Go ahead. Read her little confession paper she wrote this morning. You may be pleasantly surprised.

  I turned off the burner and walked stalely towards the mess. My eyes darted back in forth between the two women. Victoria, her face in fright; my wife standing next to her with arms crossed and a huge mischievous smile.

  There was a water stain on the chair but I knew I could get it out. I reached for the paper on the table and held it up.

  “At least this didn’t get ruined. What do we have here?” I examined the paper.

  She sat down on another dry chair and wrapped herself up in the blanket.

  “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m actually embarrassed to show you.” She bit her lip.

  I started to skim over the writing when she reached for it but I held it back. She closed her eyes in embarrassment. “Oh, I’m going to just die if you read it.”

  Read it, Richard. My wife’s voice.

  I started to read a few lines.

  The things I want to do to you. The way you make me crazy. I want you to go crazy. I want you to experience what you’ve always wanted and to release anything you need to with me. Explore with me. Let me be your inspiration. Let’s explore the world together. Whatever you want.

  I looked up at her. Her face grew pink. My heart raced.

  “What? This is a nice thing to write.”

  You know what you secretly want, Richard. What every man secretly wants.

  And what’s that I telepathically shot back her.

  Ménage à trois.

  I bit my lip. That’s impossible. Wasn’t going to happen.

  With me.

  But . . . how? I shot back to her.

  Why don’t you keep reading the paper.

  “I wish more than anything to see you in pleasure. I want to know what makes you squirm in the same way that makes me go wild and crazy. I have a sneaking suspicious I know what it is. Isn’t it what all men secretly want? Wish I knew you when your wife was alive because I would want to pleasure you with her.”

  I looked down at her in surprise.

  She looked guilty and bit her thumb. She shut her eyes hard and winced, her hands covering her ears.

  Oh dear, don’t make promises that you don’t plan on keeping.

  “Is this how you really feel?”

  She nodded.

  “It’s crazy. I know. But isn’t that every man’s fantasy? And I know you loved your wife. She was beautiful. I remember seeing her in campus and admiring her beautiful legs. I’ve never been with a woman or anything like that. But if I had to choose a woman to be with, it would be her. She looks just like Kate Beckinsale. Hot. Sexy. Sorry . . . am I making you feel weird?”

  Did you now?

  “Anyway, I know that sounds weird.”

  Tell her tonight or fantasy will be fulfilled.

  But why didn’t you ever appear to me this way before?

  Because tonight is special. It’s December 21, 2012. There is a portal that opens up for spirits to be a part of the physical plane. But it’s just for this one time. Well, not for at least another 60,000 years or so when the Earth ushers in a new era. I was going to surprise you. And no you won’t be having sex with a spirit. It will be all me.”

  She had just answered my question I hadn’t had a chance to ask. It will be me. All me. The Mayans understood about this portal. The full moon, the winter equinox opens it. So, in this portal, if you have the knowledge that I have, all time zones are open. Past, present and future. It’s complicated but I promise you, it will work. I was going to surprise you, but well, the things I learned in this new dimension, well, I’m a whole new woman now. And I’ve got a whole new bag of goodies. Wait until you see. Wait until she sees. And good thing it’s the longest night of the year because well, it’s going to be a long night. You’ve been so good. You did what I asked of you. You should be rewarded.

  Her laugh was intoxicating and I swear Victoria heard it as she cocked her head and looked to her left, which is where she was standing. I shrugged my shoulders.

  “It’s not weird at all.” I smiled mischievously at her and placed the confessional paper back on the table. “Sometimes fantasies do come true.”

  “Oh do they now?”

  “Yes. They do.” I said huskily.

  Chapter Five

  “Did you just say, fantasies do come true?” Victoria hung her head and tilted it sideways, amused.

  I nodded feeling excited. The expectation inside of me swelled with curiosity, coupled with eager expectation. My wife was back. She was back! And she stood next to Victoria ready to show her a thing or two, fulfilling Victoria’s fantasy of a ménage a trois that she admitted she secretly desired in her hand written tale she penned while we wrote together outside on the deck earlier in the morning.

  There Victoria sat, young, innocent. She probably never had a ménage a trois before since she admitted it as her fantasy. Heck, I never had! And there she sat at my morning breakfast table naked sans the fur blanket, with her long blond hair cascading down covering her breasts like a mermaid. A woman who wants to be with my wife, Loraine, who now stood inches away from her porcelain face, staring at her.

  She had yet to appear to Victoria.

  I now had the task of explaining this all to Victoria without her freaking out thinking she’s seeing a ghost.

  Because she wouldn’t be a ghost. It would be Loraine, my wife; human. Time traveling on this portal that would open today on this special day of December 2
1, 2012. I scratched the back of my neck and walked over to the counter to pour another Mimosa for Victoria since she spilled hers. Alcohol would help, right? Walking back to Victoria, I couldn’t help but smirk with the largest grin as if I just found out my SciFi series I’ve been so passionately pursuing turned into a prime time evening show on a major network.

  Not only was I going to get to have sex with my wife again, but, I was about to finally have a threesome. I was one lucky dog. I couldn’t believe my luck.

  I couldn’t wrap my mind around it!

  Two women were actually going to kiss each other, and make love to each other and to me. It was an instant turn on. I scratched the back of my neck again in anticipation. This was crazy.

  “Did I just make you feel . . . weird? About the thing I said about your wife, because I see you shaking your head and dammit . . . it was stupid. Maybe I’m still a little drunk from last night? Or maybe a light weight from the Mimosa and since I’m still waiting on my breakfast . . . . ” She shot kind eyes at me and smiled her pearly whites at my direction. I was just in the middle of making her breakfast but my wife’s sudden arrival stopped the cooking.

  “I’m not drunk obviously, ugh, I feel so embarrassed!” She raked her hands through her hair and looked down at the table. “I’ve never ever shared that fantasy with anyone and I know most guys would, like, freak for joy for that proposal, but the fact that she’s dead, I mean, that she’s alive on the other side . . . makes it creepy, I know. Because that’s like basically admitting I’d want to have relations with a ghost and I’m not! I respect your wife! I mean, I respect you, if you’re out there listening. I know they can sometimes listen in. At least, that’s what I’ve been told by this radio show that I listen to called Coast to Coast AM.“

  She clearly was in distress.

  “I’m not dead.”

  There appeared Loraine, sitting next to her, glowing with her legs crossed and her perfect hands propped on her knees, smiling brightly at Victoria.

  “Holy shit!” Victoria was hyperventilating and skidded back in her chair, frantically looking at me.