By Allison
Sasha Thibodaux crept out of the comfortable bed to pull the drapes in the master bedroom preventing the early morning sunlight from streaming in.

The previous night was spent tossing and turning as she relived the past hundred years of her lonely existence. She wearily crawled back into the bed for a few more hours of slumber before she would have to rise in preparation for her arriving guests.

For the past 50 years Sasha had been the owner of Sugar Land Plantation, still a working cane sugar farm that she leased out to local farmers. In addition to this income, she benefited from the history of Sugar Land as a Haunted Plantation. She converted five of the large private rooms into a secluded resort in the heart of Bayou country frequented by guests seeking to experience the paranormal while basking in the luxury of an antebellum mansion.

Research declared the presence of at least three spirits that remained within the borders of Sugar Land. Lizette was a seven year old child who had succumbed to the flu epidemic in the early 1920's and visitors frequently reported sightings of her skipping through the halls and playing the baby grand in the plantations ample ballroom. Luscious was a slave who had gone into the Bayou to retrieve catfish from a trot line for the master's dinner and was attacked by an alligator, severing his left arm from his body. Luscious was able to make his way back to the plantation but died several days later from the loss of blood and infection. On numerous occasions, especially during the full moon, Luscious has been seen walking down the path towards the Bayou or roaming through the cane fields. Finally, the oldest of apparitions was Joshua, a beautiful young slave who was caught in a compromising position with the land owner’s daughter and was hung at sixteen for his indiscretion. He is usually seen sitting under the oak tree where he was hung weeping for his lost love.

The hunger burned deep within her and the synthetic blood the Network had developed could not touch the lust for human blood that made her nights unbearably restless. Sasha would battle the hunger until she would relent to hunt the Bayou to feast on a lone poacher, the carnivorous denizens of the swamp more than willing to dispose of the corpse to prevent detection.
Sasha lay in bed contemplating a night of hunting when Martha came to the door gently tapping. "Miss Sasha you awake," she quietly asked?

"Yes, Martha what is it," Sasha replied.

Martha and her husband James while not blessed with her immortality had been rewarded with an excessively slow aging and had served Sasha well for many years. She slowly entered the room and found Sasha lying on the bed. "I wanted to let you know that James was going to drive me to town to purchase supplies before he leaves for the airport to pick up guests," Martha stated. "Is there anything I can get you before we leave," Martha asked.

"No thank you Martha," Sasha said. "I am going to laze around a bit this morning then I will prepare for our guests as well," she continued.

"Very well then ma'am, we will be back shortly," Martha said as she left the room and closed the door.

Sasha lay back on her bed and mentally reviewed the guest list. Four sorority sisters from Tulane were meeting at Sugar Land for a long weekend reunion. The four women had not visited with each other for several years and were excited about catching up with their old friends. Lisa Thomas had been in regular contact with her and was the organizer of the trip. Lisa, a school teacher from Jackson had made arrangements to sample some of the night life of nearby New Orleans while sharing a secluded resort with her college mates. Kara Stewart, a criminal attorney from Atlanta had finally been convinced to leave the rush of her busy practice behind and Susan Schultz a successful realtor in Asheville was also looking forward to the slower pace in the Bayou. Cindy Search, the lone married woman of the crew, welcomed the change from the doldrums of being a housewife of a successful banker in Charleston.

Their host made plans for the women to have a private Ghost Tour in New Orleans on Friday after a day of shopping at River Walk. Martha would be busy cooking her fabulous bayou creations while James would provide transportation for the women during the weekend. She would join her guests for the evening meal, but for the most part Martha and James would attend to their needs.

Unable to sleep she decided to shower and dress for a ride around the property. As she dressed she smiled at the misconception that modern day vampires could not cast an appearance in a mirror. She gazed into the mirror, her deep violet eyes framed by shoulder length black hair, which was surprisingly lacking of gray hairs for a person of one hundred and twenty five. She was also fortunate to be born a day walker, so with minimum protection she could be outside during daylight hours. Pleased with the reflection smiling back at her, she walked out into a bright sunny day.

She walked to the stables and saddled up Thunder, her favorite mount. Sugar Land encompassed over 500 acres and she took great pleasure in riding over the property. She eased Thunder into a gentle trot and rode past one of the sugar cane fields that were being harvested. Sasha waved to the foreman who was barking out orders to the migrant workers harvesting the crop. The man cautiously raised his hand to wave back as the hairs on the back of his neck snapped to attention. A shiver passed through his body as she fixed him with her cloaked stare. The foreman was relieved when she and Thunder were no longer in sight and once again began barking at the workers cutting the cane.

Sasha and Thunder cantered around the property and were returning to the stable when she saw James arriving with his carload of guests. Leading Thunder to the stables to allow him to cool down she watched as James ushered the ladies into the house and then returned to unload their luggage. She walked up to the house as James was removing the last of the bags from the trunk of the car. Taking one from the older man she walked with him into the house. Martha had seated the ladies in the parlor and served them cool drinks while they waited to be settled in their rooms.
She set down the bag she was carrying in the foyer and stepped into the parlor. She removed her glasses as she walked and said, “Good afternoon and welcome to Sugar Land. My name is Sasha and my staff, James and Martha and I will do everything possible to meet your needs this weekend,” she added with a brilliant smile.

The ladies introduced themselves and as she moved forward to shake hands with Kara, she fixed her with her violet eyes and heard the beating of Kara’s heart jump noticeably. A slight blush graced Kara’s face as Sasha held onto her hand for a moment longer as she said, “Martha will have fresh crawfish and cocktails prepared at five if you would like to settle into your rooms and freshen up from your travels. Dinner will be served at six and then you can make yourself at home and relax for the evening,” their host added.

“That sounds like a great plan,” Lisa said and she led her friends in the direction of their rooms.

Sasha watched as the four women were escorted down the hall by Martha and took an opportunity to dip into Kara’s thoughts. I will definitely be visiting you later, Sasha projected. Kara turned to look back at Sasha grinning broadly and then rushed to catch up with her friends. Sasha enjoyed sending her mischievous thoughts into unsuspecting victims and watching as they responded to her suggestions.

Sasha walked into her room and quickly stripped off her riding clothes and boots before starting the shower. She slipped under the tepid water and slowly caressed the fragrant soap across her body, eliminating the evidence of her afternoon ride in the humid bayou. Her fingers softly brushed across her hardened nipples as she closed her eyes and imagined Kara’s hands roaming her needy body. It had been way too long since Sasha had the pleasure of a lover and she looked forward to seducing the young, alluring lawyer.

After dressing Sasha sprayed rich smelling cologne along her neckline and across her wrists, Sasha walked to the parlor to join her guests for cocktails. She sat comfortably in an oversized chair across from Kara where she could easily capture her gaze with quietly seductive glances.
Martha poured a glass of red wine and handed it to Sasha then disappeared into the kitchen to finish the crawfish.

“Sugar Land is approximately three hundred years old and as you can imagine, it was a plantation served by slaves. The owner however, was a gentle slave master and treated his servants much better than most southern plantations. It wasn’t until after his death that the first violence occurred at Sugar Land, when his son found his daughter in a rather intimate situation with a young buck slave named Joshua, Sasha began; her guests sat enthralled with her history lesson. Her father was so enraged that he had the young man hung and shipped his daughter off to finishing school, Sasha continued. The landowner as many of his era felt it was entirely proper for him to take pleasure from the many female slaves, but he would not tolerate this behavior from his daughter.

“After the emancipation, the plantation passed down several generations until it was purchased by my descendants, and here we are today. Sugar cane is still the main crop and the lease for the land is very lucrative, allowing me the opportunity to use the house as an exclusive resort. I am sure Lisa has shared with you that Sugar Land has a reputation for being haunted, so keep your eyes and ears open during your stay. The full moon occurs tomorrow night which will be a prime time for a possible haunting” Sasha concluded.

Lisa asked several questions of Sasha who answered them very professionally while glancing at Kara several times to gauge her reaction to the sordid history. Sasha smiled when she noted the pulse jumping along Kara’s neck, the beating of her heart pounding in Sasha’s ears.

Martha entered the room and announced that dinner was ready and led the four women into the dining room. Sasha excused herself from her guests and walked down to the stables to tend to Thunder and the other horses housed there. After feeding the lot she took a soft brush into Thunder’s stall and brushed the powerful horse down after their long ride. His ears pricked forward listening as she lovingly stroked his forehead. “We will go out again soon,” she promised as she slipped an extra large block of hay in the bin and closed the door to his stall. James would have gratefully tended to the horses, but Sasha enjoyed the task of caring for the powerful creatures.

Sasha sat on the porch in a well worn rocking chair and watched as the sun slipped below the horizon and the night creatures came to life. Fireflies danced across the front yard to the music created by the crickets. Deep in the bayou, Sasha could hear the bellow of a bull gator as he sought after a mate. The concert of the night was interrupted by the slight creak of the door as it opened and Sasha intuitively knew that Kara was about to join her on the porch.

“Mind if I join you” Kara asked politely.

“Of course not,” Sasha said as she motioned her toward a rocking chair.
Kara reached into her pocket and lit a cigarette, offering one to Sasha. “Thanks” Sasha said as she took the offered gift and breathed deeply of the cool menthol.

“I had forgotten just how peaceful it can be in the bayou,” Kara spoke as she rocked slowly back and forth. Much different from Atlanta, she added with a quick smile.

“I hope you will take full advantage of your time here to relax and take every pleasure Sugar Land has to offer,” Sasha said as she locked eyes with Kara.

“I would very much like that,” Kara replied, not sure of the sexual innuendo that she read into her host’s comment. I noticed you riding a fabulous stallion as we drove up,” she said. “Is there any chance of getting a horseback tour while I am here” Kara asked.

“I am sure that can be arranged, Sasha responded. I do believe Lisa has plans for a river boat ride for Saturday morning, but if you prefer you may remain behind and we shall go for a ride,” Sasha said with a soft chuckle.

“That would be delightful,” Kara responded and she was about to make another comment when the door opened and Lisa said, “There you are, we thought you had disappeared on us.”

“Just enjoying a smoke and the sounds of the night with our host,” Kara replied.

“We thought we might play some cards in the parlor and do some catching up before heading off to bed,” Lisa suggested.

“Thanks again for the smoke,” Sasha said as Kara stood to join her friends.

“You are very welcome,” Kara said and she disappeared into the house.

Sasha finished the cigarette and then walked into the kitchen to find Martha making preparations for tomorrow’s meals. She could hear the chatter and soft laughter of her guests as she watched Martha move so gracefully around the kitchen. “You are a marvel of a woman, Martha,” Sasha said and with a soft touch to the woman’s shoulder she walked out of the kitchen and into the ballroom.

Sasha sat before the keys on the baby grand and let her fingers brush across them as her mind became lost in a cloud of Brahms and Beethoven, playing each delicate piece from memory. The music always relaxed her and the concentration took her mind off the fire in her stomach that had been intensified by the appearance of the beautiful Kara.

An hour had passed since she began playing, her mind focused on the music and when she opened her eyes Sasha saw Kara standing in the doorway watching her play. Sasha fixed her eyes on Kara and simply said, “Join me.”

“You play so beautifully,” Kara said as she sat in a chair across from Sasha. She found herself reluctant to break away from gazing into the woman’s enchanting eyes.

“Thank you,” Sasha said as she released Kara’s eyes permitting her to watch how sensually her fingertips brushed across the piano keys. ‘I could be stroking your breasts like this,’ Sasha planted in Kara’s mind. She watched as Kara’s nipples grew hard under the soft fabric of her blouse and a flush rose to her cheeks.

“Do you play,” Sasha quietly asked?

“Yes, but not nearly as well as you,” Kara admitted.

“Join me,” Sasha again instructed and Kara slid onto the bench beside her, the warmth of her thigh pressing into Sasha.

Sasha placed her hand lightly on Kara’s thigh as she began to play. “It has been a long time and I am afraid I am a bit rusty,” Kara apologized as Sasha began to softly stroke her thigh.

“Relax, you are doing just fine,” Sasha whispered into Kara’s ear.

Kara softly sighed as she breathed in the rich cologne Sasha wore and closed her eyes to concentrate on the piece she was playing. Sasha noted the heart beat again pulsing in Kara’s neck and brazenly allowed her tongue to trail up the length of her jugular until her lips came to rest atop the pulse. It would be so easy to take her now, Sasha thought, but that was not the way she had planned.

She softly kissed Kara’s neck and listened quietly as Kara finished the piece she was playing. “Beautiful,” Sasha said when as Kara’s fingers played the final note and she turned toward Sasha for her reaction.
“You should play more often,” Sasha said as she looked into the deep blue of Kara’s eyes.

“I know, Kara admitted. The music is very relaxing and gives me much pleasure,” Kara stated.

“Maybe you will play again before you leave, Sasha suggested, but for now I would suggest you retire as Lisa has a big day planned for you tomorrow. Sasha stood and led Kara to her room parting with a wish for her guest to have sweet dreams. Sasha could feel Kara’s eyes watching her as she walked down the hall to her own room.

Smiling to herself, Sasha booted up her computer and busied herself updating the business accounts while she listened to the sounds of the sleeping house. Shortly after midnight she walked outside to enjoy another of the cigarettes Kara had left on the porch. She had forgotten how much pleasure she received from smoking and marveled at the taste as she listened to the sounds of the bayou. Clouds passed quickly in front of an almost full moon before Shasha returned to her room in search of sleep.
As she passed each of the rooms she could hear the soft heart beats and slow breathing of the sleeping occupants. A strange sound caught her ear as she neared Cindy’s room and she quickly recognized the sound as the rapid heart beat of a baby.

Smiling, Sasha walked on and stood in front of Kara’s room. She silently passed through the door and looked onto the bed where Kara slept. A soft, full breast was uncovered and a bare thigh was exposed as well, confirming that Kara dozed naked on the cool sheets. Sasha watched as Kara’s hand moved in sleep to cover her breast and she slipped into Kara’s dream.

Kara’s dream was as vivid to Sasha as if it were reality, and she observed as her hands and mouth covered Kara’s body, arousing the sleeping beauty with soft touches and nibbles. Kara’s hands moved on her breasts with the exact same motions Sasha’s were using in her dream and Sasha watched as she arched her back begging for a firmer touch. Sasha could hear the soft moans that were escaping Kara and she resisted the temptation to give herself pleasure as she eavesdropped on Kara’s dream. Instead she quietly turned away and retired to her room for her own dreams.

Friday morning brought forth a beautiful sunrise and Sasha was surprised to find that Kara was already on the porch drinking coffee when she stepped out into the morning. “Good morning,” Kara said with a beautiful smile.

“Good morning, Sasha replied. I trust you slept well last night” she asked.

“Probably one of the best nights of sleep I have had in ages, Kara said, her face aglow in the morning light. Her beauty was radiant and she seemed completely relaxed as she lounged on the front porch.

“I am very glad to hear that, Sasha said. You look rested and more relaxed than you were yesterday,” she added.

“I had forgotten how relaxing the fresh air can be, Kara admitted. So very different from the rat race and smog of Atlanta,” she added.

“Well I hope you will visit again and often,” Sasha said.

“Don’t be surprised if I do,” Kara boldly stated.

The front door opened and Cindy came out carrying a steaming cup of coffee and sat down beside Sasha.

“Let me be the first to congratulate you,” Sasha said to Cindy.

Cindy looked at Sasha quizzically and asked, “For what?”

“Well if you don’t know already, you are pregnant,” Sasha said.

The coffee cup fell from Cindy’s hand and shattered on the porch floor. “How on earth could you know that” Cindy exclaimed.

“My dear, when you have lived as long as I have in the Bayou, you develop certain talents and a strong intuition is one of mine,” Sasha said to two shocked women.

“Jarrod, my husband, and I have been trying for three years to get pregnant with no success,” Cindy stated.

“Well, if you see your Doctor when you get home I guarantee he will tell you the same thing” Sasha said.

Cindy looked down at the shattered china and began apologizing to Sasha. “No worries, Sasha said let me get you a fresh cup and clean up that mess,” Sasha said as she left the two friends sitting in shock on the porch.

“How on earth could she know that?” Cindy said to Kara.

“She appears to have a lot of special gifts” Kara said offering no further explanation.

Breakfast and the rest of the morning passed uneventfully, and James packed up the ladies and headed to New Orleans. After a day of shopping and the ghost and cemetery tour, James would bring them home for the evening.

Sasha worked in the stables most of the day, feeding the animals and preparing the tack for a horseback tour for Kara as she requested. After sunset, she found herself watching the hours tick slowly until she heard James coming up the drive. The ladies had obviously stopped off for a few hurricanes before coming home and Lisa was a wee bit more than tipsy.

Susan and Kara helped Lisa into her room and got her safely tucked away in bed. Sasha had been sitting on the porch and was joined by Cindy. “I had James make a detour at a pharmacy for a home pregnancy test, and sure enough, you were right, Cindy said still amazed at Sasha’s earlier revelation. I can’t wait to get home to share the good news with my husband, she stated as she stood to enter the house. Thank you,” she said.

“No thanks necessary Cindy; I do believe you and your husband deserve all the credit, Sasha teased. I didn’t have anything to do with it,” she added with a grin.

Chuckling at Sasha’s wit, Cindy said, “Good night Sasha,” and disappeared into the house

“Sweet dreams, Cindy,” Sasha offered.

Kara returned to the porch as her friends retired for the evening, exhausted from the days events. Lighting a smoke, she handed it to Sasha who could taste the faint sweetness of liquor on the filter from the touch of Kara’s lips.

“Thanks,” Sasha said as Kara lit another and sat closely beside her.

Kara, still slightly buzzed, talked quietly with Sasha as they smoked, and then they stood to go inside. Kara stumbled and was immediately steadied by Sasha as she wrapped her arms around Kara to keep her from falling. Kara’s lips, mere inches from Sasha, begged to be kissed as they stood pressed together for a long moment. Kara breathed in the richness of Sasha’s cologne and a soft moan escaped her lips as her mind wandered back to her dreams the night before. Smiling, Sasha turned and led Kara to her bedroom, bidding her pleasant dreams once again.

Two hours later, Sasha stood outside Kara’s door and listened to the soft purring of Kara sleeping. She slipped inside the room to find Kara sleeping naked and slipping into dreamland as her eyes moved from side to side. Sasha carefully pulled the silky covers back from Kara’s body and lay beside her on the bed.

The moonlight from the full moon bathed Kara’s body in its softness. Sasha gazed down at the beautiful woman lying beside her and her body ached to touch her. She slowly reached out and allowed her fingers to caress the full breast, circling the nipple until it ripened with excitement. She moved closer to Kara who briefly stirred as her nose caught the scent of Sasha’s cologne, but she did not waken. Sasha’s tongue gently caressed the hardened nipples. Soft moans began from within Kara as Sasha’s fingers danced down her body. Instinctively, Kara spread her legs to welcome Sasha’s touch and Sasha found a well of wetness awaiting her arrival. Her fingers dipped into the velvety wetness making Sasha moan sending vibrations onto the breast she was caressing with her tongue.

Sasha looked up into Kara’s face and their eyes locked and Sasha put a finger to her lips asking for silence. Kara’s head dropped back on the pillow as her hands buried themselves in the softness of her host’s hair as she resumed suckling her breast, her fingers moving inside of Kara causing her to catch her breath. Once again holding Kara’s gaze in hers, Sasha began nibbling the sensitive nipple in her mouth, while she pressed her fingers deeper inside Kara.

Kara’s moans were growing in volume and raised her hips off the bed to rock with the motion of Sasha’s fingers driving deep inside her. The burning in Sasha’s stomach grew to a raging inferno as she listened to the coursing of blood through Kara’s veins. Kara’s body was on fire as well, as she released the first orgasm into the palm of her lover’s hand. Kara’s eyes begged for more as Sasha prayed they would and she carefully moved her body between Kara’s trembling thighs. She entered her again with her fingers as her mouth slowly encircled Kara’s clit swollen with the hot blood racing through her body.

Sasha’s exposed fangs grazed across the top of Kara’s clit opening a small puncture wound. Her lips surrounded the gorged clit and began sucking the hot nectar of life her body so desperately craved. She drank in bliss as Kara’s body reeled from the most intense sensation she had ever experienced and she exploded with another forceful orgasm. Sasha was wary of drinking too much and used her soft warm tongue to seal the small wound each new movement of Sasha’s mouth resulted in violent convulsions as Kara’s body danced with ecstasy. Kara pulled Sasha up her body to her mouth, allowing her lover’s tongue to snake inside her mouth as they kissed deeply and Sasha’s fingers produced waves of pleasure that overwhelmed her victim.

After several hours of slow lovemaking, Kara’s eyes grew heavy and with a final kiss Sasha quietly left her side and slipped softly into her room sleeping peacefully the remainder of the night.

The sun finally woke Sasha and she was surprised it was ten in the morning. She showered and dressed in riding clothes and went downstairs to find Kara waiting for her on the porch. Kara blushed when she saw Sasha approach. They chatted briefly, then walked down to the stables and in no time at all they were mounted and headed into the fields. The horses enjoyed the leisure of a long walk and the women chatted casually then grew silent.

Kara broke the silence saying, “I had the most wonderful dream for the second night in a row.”

“Really Sasha said. I hope it was very pleasurable for you,” she added.

Kara’s cheeks were blood red as she looked into Sasha’s face and said, “I dreamed that you came to me last night and made love to me in a way that no one has before.” Kara seemed almost relieved that she could make that statement and took a deep breath as she searched Sasha’s face for a response.

“What if I told you that it wasn’t a dream,” Sasha asked?

“I would have to say I was the luckiest woman in the world then,” Kara said sincerely, making Sasha smile.

Sasha changed the direction they were traveling and urged the horses into a soft canter. Within minutes, they had reached a small cabin tucked away in the bayou. Hidden from prying eyes, it served as a place of retreat for Sasha when the need turned too great and she was forced to hunt.

Sasha opened the door and led Kara into a dimly lit room. She removed her sunglasses and moved to take Kara in her arms. Kara looked into Sasha’s eyes and said, “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen,” as she drank in the sparkling violet.

This time it was Sasha who initiated the kiss beginning slowly and then growing to a fevered pitch. Kara’s hands undressed Sasha as she backed her toward the small bed near the back of the room. Pressing Sasha down onto the bed, Kara quickly removed her own clothing and lay down on top of Sasha. Kissing her deeply she began undulating her hips against Sasha’s body igniting a fire of need of a different kind. Sasha allowed Kara to love her body to peak after peak of pleasure before she rolled Kara over onto her back to repeat last night’s performance. Finally collapsing on top of Kara, they both struggled to catch their breath and then drifted off for a short nap.

When Kara awoke she found Sasha lying in her arms. Sasha had been watching her as she slept; the violet of her eyes deep with satisfaction. “That was incredible all over again,” Kara whispered to a smiling Sasha.

They slowly dressed and shared a deep fiery kiss before leaving the cabin for the ride back. When they arrived, the other guests had returned from the boat trip. None of them noticed the glow of satisfaction gracing the face of their friend, but Martha was quick to notice.

“Been naughty, have you Miss Sasha?”she teased.

“Several times Martha, several times,” came Sasha’s response which was rewarded by a pop from Martha’s towel across her backside. Sasha left Martha to toil in the kitchen as she headed for a shower.

Sasha sat on the porch watching as the sun slowly disappeared, pondering the events of the past two days. Undoubtedly she had left herself vulnerable to the charms of Kara, a luxury she couldn’t afford to do often. She was immersed in thought when Kara sat down beside her.

“Can I expect a visit again tonight” she asked.

“Would you like a visit tonight?” Sasha replied.

“I would love nothing more than to spend my last night here with you, Sasha,” Kara answered honestly.

“I would suggest you go inside and eat a nice meal then,” Sasha said as she looked into the sparkling blue eyes looking up at her.

Kara smiled and joined her friends for another of Martha’s Cajun feasts, eating heartily, but her mind had drifted way beyond food. She was greatly relieved when her friends chose to retire early to prepare for their homeward journey. Her friends chatted excitedly about returning home after their short break, and they failed to notice that Kara wasn’t as eager to leave.

Kara prepared her bags and slipped beneath the sheets awaiting Sasha’s arrival. The full moon shone brightly into her window as it rose across the night sky, and she could hear the soft whispering of the wind as it moved among the ancient oaks surrounding the house. Her eyes began to feel heavy and she closed them for what she thought was just a moment.

Kara was awakened by the feel of a naked body being pressed close to her and she opened her eyes to find Sasha lying beside her. Kara wasted no time taking Sasha in her arms for a deep kiss, pulling her body over to cover hers. Kara locked her heels around Sasha’s waist as she began to thrust her hips up to meet Sasha’s. Their moans muffled by deep kisses grew to a fevered pitch as the rocking of the bed made a tapping noise against the bedroom wall, and both lovers came together in violent spasms.

For hours each woman took turns pleasing the other and eventually they wound up in a sixty nine position, Kara on top as Sasha slowly bled her clit, licking at the droplets of blood, teasing Kara into blinding arousal. When Sasha was convinced Kara could withstand no more, she enclosed her clit with her hungry mouth and feasted on her lover’s blood until she collapsed in exhaustion.

Sasha held Kara in her arms until the sun rose and she quietly slipped from the bed to retire to her own room to shower and change. When she entered the kitchen Martha was busy preparing a large breakfast that she hoped would hold their guests over until they reached their final destinations. Sasha poured a cup of coffee and with an audible sigh sat and watched Martha cook.

“Another sleepless night,” Martha asked?

“Something like that” Sasha replied as the first of their guests followed the scent of fresh brewed coffee and joined them in the kitchen.

“Good morning ladies,” Cindy said, as she poured a cup of coffee and sat next to Sasha.

“Good morning Sasha returned. I hope you and your friends have had a pleasant stay,” she added.

“Oh it was far more than we could have asked for, Cindy said. Unfortunately we do have to get back to our lives though,” she concluded.

They were soon joined by Lisa, Susan and finally Kara who looked surprisingly well-rested for the limited amount of sleep she had gotten. Martha served up the hearty breakfast and they were in the midst of eating when Susan asked, “Did anyone else see the ghost last night?”

Her friends looked at her in disbelief as she went on to tell her tale. “About midnight I was wakened by a soft tapping on my wall and the sound of muffled moans coming from within the house. The moon was shining brightly and when I walked to the window I saw Joshua sitting under the oak tree, sobbing into his hands. A cloud crossed in front of the moon bringing darkness once again, and when the cloud passed Joshua was gone. I crawled back into the bed and pulled the covers up to my chin and tried to go back to sleep, but the tapping and moans went on for hours.”

Martha stole a knowing glance at Sasha and then at a blushing Kara who remained surprisingly silent. When Sasha caught Kara’s eye she winked and smiled at the blushing young woman.

James brought the car around and began to pack the guests bags while they bid goodbyes to Martha and Sasha, thanking them for a wonderful trip. Kara was mysteriously absent from the group and Sasha went in search of her, finding her waiting in her bedroom.

“I was hoping you would come looking for me so we could have a private goodbye, she said as Sasha entered. I had the most amazing time with you and I hate to leave, but I must go for now, she continued. I hope the invitation to return still stands as I would love to come back to spend more time with you,” she stated.

“You are welcome to return at any time for however long you wish to stay,” Sasha assured her. She leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Kara’s lips. “Goodbye for now, my love,” Sasha said as she led Kara out the door and walked her to the waiting car.

Sasha walked back to the porch and with a heavy sigh, lit the last cigarette in the pack, and watched the car disappear down the drive. Donning her sunglasses she slowly smoked the cigarette and then crushed the butt in the ashtray. As the car disappeared in a cloud of dust, Sasha reached out to touch Kara’s mind one last time. ‘I love you’ was the thought projected and Sasha was surprised when deep in her mind, Kara answered, ‘I love you too.’